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twistedappletree · 7 months

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Thinking about Lan Sizhui teaching Jin Ling how to play guqin.

Thinking about Jin Ling absolutely bored to tears by the fundamentals until he hears how beautifully Lan Sizhui plays and suddenly takes an interest (in the guqin, definitely the guqin, he’s interested in the guqin only, okay??)

Thinking about Jin Ling practicing outside of classes because he wants to impress Lan Sizhui by how much he’s improved and wants to make him proud and wants to see his face light up with a smile—I mean, what? No no no, he just wants to show initiative to learn, that’s all there is to it, nothing more. Nothing at all.

Thinking about Lan Sizhui finding Jin Ling asleep on his guqin after a night of wearing himself out with extra practice and gently waking him up to safely escort him back to his room so he doesn’t get caught by their seniors. Meanwhile, Jin Ling sleepily leans against him on the walk back to his room because it’s normal, he’s just tired, it’s obviously normal because Lan Sizhui slips his hand into his and smiles and Jin Ling’s heart feels like it’s on fire. Oh no.

Thinking about Jin Ling opening up to Lan Sizhui about his nightmares from all the trauma he’s endured and Lan Sizhui staying to play guqin for him until he falls asleep, each note chasing away every bad dream that tries to disturb him.

Thinking about them practicing guqin alone together the next day. And the day after. And the day after that—and they really are practicing but it’s a little hard to focus when Lan Sizhui keeps putting his hands over Jin Ling’s to move them to the correct strings, and Jin Ling’s face is a breath away from Lan Sizhui’s every time he leans over to help him.

It’s just guqin practice, that’s all there is to it, perfectly normal. 🩵💛

#zhuiling #blorbo thoughts on the morning bc their tags are being filled with boring discourse again and i need something cute and fun 😭#ONLY tagging as zhuiling too since main tags always attract fanon-obsessed antis for some reason LOL #anyway #this is a v aspec activity too bc JL definitely would want to learn and become the best he can possibly be at anything really #and LSZ definitely would want to teach and be an effective teacher #also #JC asking JL what he’s learned so far and JL is like ‘um…. uh….. um if you pluck the string by the thingy it…. does a thing???’#he’s learned stuff for sure it’s just hard to think after being alone with your crush aishajhd go easy on him JC lmaooo #apple babble 🍎#also guys reminder to read my faq and blacklist zhuiling tag if it bothers you #I don’t waste time fighting people about fictional characters on the internet 🤷‍♀️#this is my space and I’ll post whatever I want thanksssss 🩵💛🩵💛#I actually already wrote a lot of this into a fic ahahaHAHA #it’s the companion fic to the manor fic tho so it’ll be a hot minute before it’s posted

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ach-sss-no · 4 months

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It is no longer the Christmas season so I am posting something that is not festive

For @badthingshappenbingo:

Title: Death's Head Prompt: grief/mourning Fandom: LOTR (weird au) Fic is here

#bad things happen bingo #fic: schrödinger's hobbit #...ish #I'm just tagging all of the connected fics with that in case anyone has the tag blacklisted

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moonpaw · 1 year

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ao3 needs a general-catchall xreader tag im begging

#you either have to blacklist like 30 tags or put up with seeing 1 million xreader fics

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arunneronthird · 8 months

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wanted to come clean about something real quick, i am annoying about canon all the time

however, i will never tolerate fic slander, ive dropped thousands of fics at this point cause i dont agree with the characterization in the same way i dont agree with some artists' renditions, but thats people spending their time writing something they love so "this fandom has horrible fics" is a shitty thing to say always

#mischaracterization and poor writting are highly different #u can be tired and angry with hcs but u cant undermine someones work #ive blacklisted tags cause i dont agree with fanom hcs but i will never blame the artists abd neither should anyone #this has never been a problem before for me #the voltron fandom lived on fics and loved the authors #same for the bnha one though the ship wars are wild

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novelconcepts · 17 days

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The fucking choking noise I made when I tuned into a podcast for my run and heard a recent favorite actor go, “I’m still on Tumblr, don’t tell anyone.”

#me frantically looking at the date:#‘right this was 2021. what are the odds they still are? I mean. 14 years for MY gay ass. so. soooo.’#'do you look at your own tags? at your character? at your ship? SURELY Not. but i would. so could i even blame you? welcome? sorry? help.'#I’m honestly so much less alarmed at the idea of favorite actors finding me NOW vs the truly horrendous idea #that they might have found me back in like 2011-2015 #like. I hate that person. the person who ran my blog back then suuuuucked #which is great cuz it means I’ve grown and matured and experienced life enough to improve #but also like. imagine your favorite actor knowing your tumblr blog from Before #and just loooooathing you #finding out you’re the one writing a ton of fic for their character now and being like ‘THAT one? really?’#'i've had your URL blacklisted since the GLEE DAYS' fucking imagine #anyway. all of this is moot certainly. like there is just no way. it's all good.#but it did make me make the most unholy noise mid-run so thanks for THAT

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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMLqcL4Lp/ i’m imaging 3tan OC (obviously after the hook up but before they did it again) trying to find an outfit for a date and trying to model for her friend who’s sitting in the kitchen and in comes 3tan Yoongi and the brother being all like “why are you sitting alone” and while she explains the situation OC comes in looking all 🥵 and Yoongi is standing there all 👀🧍🏻😳

Oh my god…

title: you’re going out in that? series: three tangerines timeline: between fireworks and house party rating: pg word count: 512

All you have left are the finishing touches, slipping on some bracelets and eyeing your appearance in your mirror.

Good. Fine.

It’s just a simple night out with friends, and you don’t feel like doing much else other than drinking and dancing.

Well. Technically you also have a date tonight but... you don’t feel too in the mood for that, either. Which is why you only opted for a more casual fit instead of the elaborate getup your friend is currently showing off to the kitchen counters.

You know she’s going to yell at you, but the two of you are already late enough so you may be able to walk out the door without too much trouble.

A loud “hurry up!” echoes throughout the house before you shout a reply back, and you gather the rest of your things before clacking out of your room.

But you get two steps in before realizing, “Ah, fuck. Wallet.”

Scurrying back through your doorway, your rapid search drowns out the sound of the front door opening and some conversation happening.

So when you rush into the kitchen a few seconds later, you damn near trip over your shoes.

Because three pairs of eyes lock onto you then: your brother’s, your friend’s, and another belonging to someone you didn’t prepare to speak to for weeks.

Fuck, Yoongi looks just as good as when you saw him that day. How the hell are you supposed to stay composed when all you can think about is hi—

But you can’t get too many thoughts out before your friend does exactly what you assumed she would, completely ignoring the two men in the room.

“You’re going out in that?”

“I mean…” Looking down—slightly, a little, minutely embarrassed—you question, “Why not?”

The look you get in return is full of annoyance. “That’s so boring! You look like you’re going to the store, not a club.”

“So?”

“I can’t be seen with you.”

Your brother cuts in before you can retort. “Where y’all going?”

“Club hopping,” you reply before looking back at your friend, “And hello, you’ll just look hotter next to me. So no complaining.”

A sigh precedes her answer. “Fine. And I’m mostly kidding. Can’t say what your dat—”

“And we are leaving!” you interject, turning away and not wanting to see either of the guys’ reactions. Neither of them need to know about your so-called last second pity date tonight. “Calling a ride now.”

“Coming!” Your friend’s heels make contact with tile before you hear a lighthearted, “Bye, boys.”

You don’t hear Yoongi, but your brother is quick with the telltale, “She gets back in one piece, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah! You know me.”

“Good.”

And you think you get out of the situation unfazed, still keeping your secret with Yoongi well under wraps.

Until you’re in the car with your distracted friend, getting text messages that have your body lighting up like wildfire.

Yoongi [10:02pm]: Dw about your date

Yoongi [10:03pm]: If it were up to me, I’d be doing anything to get you alone.

a/n: DIDNT EXPECT THIS TO BE MY REPLY, DID YOU?? LOL but i watched the original tiktok and wanted to offer my own scenario :D so have some silent but also very, very loud 3tan!yoongi sdfkljdslfkj

#skldfjskdjlf #i couldn't help myself #3tandrabble #yoongi fic #bts fic #bts reactions #bts imagines #yoongi x reader #bts #blacklist tag for fics:#*ryenfictalk #ryenwrites #3tanextras #3tan #*latest

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actualbird · 5 months

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ppl here are way too comfy being mean to x readers and self insert fic writers. i love you x readers and self insert fic writers, keep on writing what you love.

#dootdootdoot #no hate to people who dont like it like u do u but i love it. also blacklisting tags is a thing #special shoutout to that one ao3 author who writes trans mc or reader x marius fics. those got me in the feels

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writingbyshiloh · 11 months

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Part 3. Elizabeth

5+1 masterlist

CW: Drinking, established relationship, ummm fluff? Implied smut, reader wears jewelry. No beta

AN: Yes hes looking at Liz in the gif but the chapter is also about her. The chapter hinges on the reader wearing earrings, I’M SORRY. IDK what season this is among, Liz and Tom are together but so are Aram and Samar so take that as you will. I also watched so much Euphoria while editing

Everything was going well. The team knew that you were seeing someone and it's almost become a running gag about the biker story. Ressler told Liz who ended up telling Aram. You told Samar yourself, omitting a few key details, knowing she would find it funny.

They just didn't know you were seeing one of the most wanted men in the world. You hesitated to say ‘dating’ because most romantic relationships don’t have the power to end your career and possibly get you arrested. It's not like you could update your Facebook profile with the information.

Cooper even noticed that you were picking up less overtime and leaving closer to the typical end of the work day. You didn't fully stop your overworking habits, partly because it was something you always had done but also subconsciously to show Reddington that you're not going to throw your job away for him. That you were an agent first (even if you are not the poster child for fidelity or integrity).

Alternatively, Reddington was also dropping hints - not names - that he was seeing someone. The first time you felt a spark of jealousy. Obviously, he was drawing on someone from his past and putting them in the current timeline, but it still stung. You still agreed with his partner in his retelling, before realizing that he was talking about you, and you were agreeing with your own opinions.

With you not wanting to slow your overtime, and him “keeping up criminal appearances” you hardly saw him outside of FBI business. Not for lack of trying. You tried to He frequently invited you to wherever in the world he was, and you declined due to time reasons. It never stopped him from bringing you back a postcard. Always delivered in person, in case someone in the US Postal Service noticed the pattern.

Tonight was different. The office air felt stiff and the pile of forms felt endless. It wasn’t even closely connected with the blacklist case and was boring. Plus the description of his safe house for the next few days seemed like a dream. Large windows overlooking waterways and lush green plants were how he described it to Liz, directly outside your shared office.

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You triple-checked you had the address right before knocking. Reddington told you to come straight from work, that you could shower at his safe house. With time being so rare between you both, you hastily agreed, taking your spare change of clothes you kept in your office.

The door swung inward, Reddington's arm sweeping you inside. Once the door was fully shut and locked, his hand moved to the small of your back guiding you into the apartment.

“Agent! You made it!” You could tell that he had a glass or two of wine from the strong enunciation. You made a face at the name, something he loved to call you.

“Don’t call me that, I’m off the clock.” You heave a sigh allowing him to show you to the kitchen. “I brought you a gift.” You push the bottle of wine out awkwardly for him to take it.

You hear him quietly read the name, pronunciation much better than anything you could have attempted.

“You didn’t need to. This is more expensive than what you drink”

“Well, there was a betting pool at the office. And I won.”

Reddington raises an eyebrow for you to continue.

“The betting was about you. And if you were seeing someone. I may have used insider knowledge to win.” You try to be sly but you can't help but smile.

Moving closer to get the bottle, he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I didn’t start the pool.” you continue, not wanting him to think you scammed your coworkers.

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm.”

Ever the gentleman, he pulls out a stool from the kitchen island for you, before sliding a full wine glass towards you.

It was flattering in a way. Out of all the constant security threats, deals, and thinking, he had a drink for you, signalling that he was eagerly waiting for your appearance.

You rest the cool glass against your cheek, while he manoeuvres in front of the island to the stove, some sauce cooking slowly simmers. You take the time to study his outfit, the cool browns of the suit jacket that's resting on the back of the bar stool, the umber colour vest and the crisp white dress shirt. The piece du resistance was the apron he tied in the back.

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When spending the night with Reddington, you either had him when you went to sleep or when you woke up. Given his constant travelling and busy schedule it made sense that he hardly had a normal sleep schedule. You got him last night, leaving you to wake up to your alarm in a new bed, confused at the unfamiliar setting.

“You look nice.”

The post office didn't seem to have a dress code. Red wore a three-piece suit most days, Ressler was in a dressed-down version of that. Samar was the most casual, either a tank top or tee-short tucked into jeans. You tried to hit the middle of the Samar and Donald dress spectrum.

“Thank you. I feel like I’m missing something though.” You shift your weight side to side to see if he notices anything.

He also looks at you, trying to figure out what is off, but not being able to come up with anything.

You pass Dembe in the door. as you left Reddingtons, making a joke about how Dembe was now covering for the day shift.

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The feeling that you were missing something or forgot something dragged during your commute. You thought it was your phone or maybe your keys but you had both with you in the car.

As if to prove a point, your phone’s ringtone jolted you out of your thoughts.

You hit answer, saying your last name when the connection went through before the other person had a chance to speak.

“Hey, it's Keen. Are you at the office?”

“I’m like, ten minutes out.”

“Can you pick me up? My car battery died, and Tom is out with Agness.”

You switch lanes before turning into a parking lot to put Liz's address in your GPS.

“Yeah, sure! I’ll be there in 15 maybe?”

“Where are you? I’m not that far from your place.”

Shit.

“Do you not switch up your routine? In case someone is following you?” It sounded like bullshit but you could always play up the paranoid angle later. “Before I joined the task force, my old team would -”

“I’m sorry I asked. I’ll see you in 15,” Liz said cutting you off.

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While waiting for Liz you realized what you were missing. Jewelry. You took it off to shower and ended up - in his words - “distracting” Reddington before you got a chance to dry off and put it back on. Rooting around in your wallet while waiting you found a spare pair of earrings that were work appropriate.

You spy Liz talking on the phone, coming down the steps to her apartment building and you preemptively unlock the passenger door.

“Hey, do you mind making another stop?” Liz said in lieu of a greeting.

“Sure, where?”

“Reddington called. He said for us to meet at his safe house.”

Of course.

“I can direct you, Dembe told me where it was” she continued.

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You glance at the apartment door numbers for the second time in 24 hours. Only this time, Dembe will be the one letting you in (probably less enthusiastically than Red did, but you don't hold that against him).

“Good morning, Lizzy” Red greets her as you all make your way to the main space, Liz leading the group, you behind her and Dembe taking up the rear.

“Oh, you brought company! Good morning, Agent.” Clearly, Liz didn’t tell him about your morning car ride.

“Liz is having car trouble. I picked her up,” you explain, secretly enjoying the fact that you were able to catch him off guard.

Quickly, Reddington and Liz are diving into the newest name on the blacklist. You’re half listening, eyes scanning the room to see if your jewelry is in sight.

You spy your earrings and ring on a bookshelf. You didn't leave them there, but knowing Red he probably moved them there to remember to give you. Debating if you could sneak them into your pocket, you catch Dembes eye.

He gives his head a small shake, letting you know it's dumb to take them.

By now, Liz and Reddington are starting to argue as she moves around the room. Your strategy for these arguments is to avoid them as long as you can. If it's something that affects you doing your job you voice your opinion, but there is so much messy history between them you try to stay out of it.

As she moves closer, you start to worry. You don’t wear your ring at work so that is safe from identification. The earrings are simple, probably she won't connect them to you. However, she is a profiler. And a good one at that. It is possible she’ll pick up on some obscure motion of gesture and put everything together.

You watch her eyes skim the bookshelf probably looking for something to bring up in the argument.

Shitshitshit.

She sees it.

“Had a guest over?”

“I’m a gentleman, I don't kiss and tell.” Red deflects. Bullshit, you think while trying to remain calm.

“Don’t you have a pair like these?” Liz directly asks you. You can see her eyes shift to see if you're wearing earrings.

You lean in, pretending to examine them.

“Yeah, me and practically every other working professional.”

Her eyes flicked to your earrings, thankfully buying your excuse. You probably needed to hide them forever now.

Not going to let you suffer on your own, Reddington chimed in with another “fun” fact about the blacklister, drawing everyone's attention to a book on the self, away from your earrings.

It was close. It was too close for comfort. You were sloppy. But you also couldn't dwell. Liz would pick up on the change in behaviour. All you could do was focus on your job and hope Liz brushes it off.

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Red taglist (dm to be added/removed): @soraya-daydreams, @horrorqueen22, @wild-rose-35, @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek, @zombieskullxz, @rhepworth, @fanficismydrug, @btsjiminsthings, @emilynissangtr, @navs-bhat,

#if I miss anyone on the tag list I'm sorry I tired #raymond reddington fan fic #raymond reddington x you #raymond reddington x reader #the blacklist x reader #5 + 1 fic

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total-drama-brainrot · 2 months

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Hello hello ophe 👋😇

Just gonna say hockey bro Gwen

That it’s that is the ask

But I have a question? If you mind answering I’m fine if you can’t answer it really 👽

Do you have any writing tips for an amateur fanfic writer? (Me😔) cause I have a hard time with characterization. Just tips on that would be great😊 but it’s kinda sad to see that some people think of Rice Krispies like that even though it has been tagged and all that 😔

But I wish you the best of luck ophe! 😎🥳

-Ass Stars anon

Hello hello, Ass Stars Anon! 👋😊

(Is it obvious that I know literally nothing about hockey?)

As for writing tips, I'm not exactly a qualified or professional author, but I'm more than happy to share some of the tips and tricks I use when it comes to characterisation.

Primarily, it's really important to understand three key aspects of the character you're writing; their habits, their motives, and their temperament.

When you're writing for a certain character, always consider not only what they're doing, but why they're doing it. You can have your characters do something entirely OOC if you can justify why they'd be doing it, either through circumstance or by utilizing the three key aspects.

For example, when Trent gets uncharacteristically aggressive towards Cody in "Up the Creek", it's still in character because it's motivated by his feelings for Gwen- Trent's already established as a bit of a hopeless romantic, so having him act irrationally due to his uncertainty over Gwen's returned feelings excuses his hostility (despite his usual laid-back nature). We see later, especially in Action, that Trent has a habit/tendency of acting irrationally when it comes to anything that threatens his love life.

Of course, habits can also refer to the little patterns and behaviours certain characters have; for example, Harold's continuous use of "Gosh!" is a habit of his- something that can be easily identified as a Harold Behaviour, and something super easy to add to his dialogue to keep it feeling in character.

Another good example of utilizing dialogue habits is (not to self promo here) how I write Alejandro's speech in my stories. Throughout the show itself, you'll rarely hear Alejandro use contractions and abbreviations (he'll say "we all" instead of "we'll", or "is it not?" instead of "isn't it?"), and his manner of speech is very formal (for a ~16 year old) both due to the fact that English is his second language and the fact that he's the son of a high profile diplomat. That's why, when I write for him, I make a point of keeping his written dialogue as contraction-free as possible.

I hope that my little tangent there helps at least somewhat!

And thank you for the concern! I think some people misconstrued what my intentions were with the RK fic, which is understandable given one of the primary concepts used in the fic is generally used in a sexual context (which is such a waste of a perfectly good plot device by the way! Honestly, I wish people would stop associating cool concepts with The Horny to the point where people trying to explore them as narrative devices are assumed to be creeps 😓) but the anon who initially accused me of unsavoury things has since apologised, so no harm no foul. Though my fic is properly tagged, I should've made it more apparent either in the summary or the author's notes that it isn't as, uh, 'distasteful' as some might assume.

I wish you the best of luck too! 😁

#this one's kind of all over the place huh? we've got doodles writing advice and fic discussion all in one condensed post #i'm not gonna use any main tags for this one in the interest of not clogging them up with my ramblings #ophe doodles #ophe rambling #ass stars anon #replies #rice krispies fic #⬅ (for blacklist purposes)

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thebluestbluewords · 3 days

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An offer she couldn’t refuse…

I don’t know what’s going on with the new Rise of Red trailer, and at this point I’m too afraid to ask. I’m not too afraid to speculate though!!

Uma grinds her boots on the carpet as she walks into Mal's office. It's not muddy enough for her to track much in, but she's still got old blood on her heels, and bloodstains never really come out.

It's petty. Evil knows it's petty, but after all this time, Uma's pretty sure she deserves a little petty when it comes to the new queen. She's not the one with the ostentatious royal sign on her door, and she's certainly not the one putting kingdom business on hold so she can host the fluffy, stupid wedding of her dreams.

Not that they're here to talk about that.

"Princess."

Mal spins around. "Uma."

Uma steps closer. There's a desk in between them, but that's not a problem. The little queen is short, just like her wicked mother, and Uma's got practice looming over people taller than her. With Mal's fairy stature, it's not trouble at all for Uma to lift her chin and glare down her former archnemesis. In fact, it's a pleasure.

Mal drops her gaze first. Hah.

"Thanks for coming," she says, dropping into her fancy fucking desk chair. "I appreciate it. I know you're busy, what with the pirating and all. It means a lot that you came."

Uma drops into the other chair that somebody has so conveniently placed on the visitor's side of the desk. "Cut the shit, princess. You called me here for a reason, and I'm here because I want to know what it is. No more, no less."

Mal's eyes flicker back up to meet her own. They're bright green. Magical bright green.

Well, shit.

"I have an offer for you," the Queen of Auradon says slowly. "Which I think you're uniquely qualified for. You can turn it down if you want, but I'm asking you to hear me out first. Fair?"

Uma lifts a finger up to tap her mother's necklace where it sits hot against her collarbone. The problem with magical items is that you can't always turn them off. It's not that she wants to take advantage of her mother's ocean magic and use the locket to steal whatever spell Mal's got sitting behind her eyes, but sometimes the magic just slips out, and she ends up absorbing spells that weren't intended for her.

Sometimes they're even useful.

"Life ain't fair, princess," Uma drawls. "But sure, I'll hear you out. What'd you got for me?"

"Headmaster. Of Auradon Prep."

"No."

Mal's eyes flash. "Hear me out, Uma."

"No way. A school full of royals is never gonna listen to a pirate from the Isle of the Lost. You might as well ask an orge to be headmaster."

"Good to know you consider yourself on the same level as ogres," Mal snaps. "But you said you'd listen to me. I need someone from the Isle to serve as acting headmistress while Fairy Godmother is on sabbatical, and I want it to be you."

Uma swings a foot up to grind her boot heel on the chair too. "Why me? Why not Princess Blueberry, or your precious Freddie Facilier?"

"Freddie's busy. Evie's not available. And they're not the leaders of a pirate crew. They don't have your experience with managing idiots.”

"If you only brought me here to insult my crew, I can leave." Uma offers, jerking a finger over her shoulder towards the door.

She takes a special satisfaction in making the queen of Auradon grind her teeth. Sure, her ex-girlfriend can just grow her magical dragon teeth out bigger and better than before, but Uma's got to make her use those magic powers. No easy roads out for the princess who grabbed freedom with both hands and left the rest of them behind.

"Please," Mal grits out. "Uma. I wouldn't be asking you if I had anyone else that I thought could do it, you know this. Auradon Prep is--"

She cuts herself off.

Fascinating.

"Auradon Prep is what?"

"It's-- look, I can't give you the details unless you want the job."

Oh, she wants the job.

"I can't accept the job," Uma says carefully, letting each word slip out like a pearl from her mother's oysters, "Until I know what it entails. I have a whole crew relying on me, and I can't just abandon them for just any old headmaster role. I need to know it'll be worth my while."

The office door clicks shut.

Uma leans back in her chair as Mal's eyes glow green, greener, and slip closed.

"Swear that you won't speak of this to anybody outside this room," Mal intones in a voice that is both hers and not her own. "Swear on the ocean."

Uma scoffs. "I'm not swearing anything. I tell my left hand man everything that I know. It's why we work. Honesty, princess, ever heard of it?"

Mal's eyes crack open. They're glowing scary green, like the bioluminescent algae that Uma pulls up from the sea floor sometimes when she's bored with waiting for the Southern Isles' trade ships to appear. Sort of a freaky color if you're not ready for it. "You can tell Harry. But that's it, and if he tells anybody else, I get to send my crows after him."

"Deal."

Her eyes slip shut again. That voice, the creepy double-edged rasp of magic, creaks out of her throat. "Then swear it, daughter of Ursula. Swear that what you hear today will not leave this room, except to confer with your second in command."

Aw, hell.

"I swear." Uma says, mostly just to get her to shut up. "Swear it on my mother's watery grave."

"It is done," Mal intones. "Remember your promise, daughter of the sea."

Uma rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Give me the deets, Mal."

Her ex's head flops forward. The light cuts out abruptly from her eyes. It's creepy, but they were born and raised in creep central, so it's not like Uma's freaked out by the frankly gratuitous display of magic bullshittery.

Her head snaps back up before Uma can think to poke her with one of her knives. "There's a time distortion."

#my fic #descendants #descendants: blasphemy edition #rise of red #for those of you who are blacklisting the tag #I’m just SO fascinated by the original concepts we were teased with the whole time travel business #and yea sure I’ve been reading a lot of SW fic with jedi fucking with the time stream #but descendants deserves some time fuckery. As a treat #mal bertha #uma triskelion

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