#grimhilde shard

[rosietrace]

👻 for Victoria and Nyx please

Completely forgot I still had an ask game going on, but okay!

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▹     †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱【 ♛ 】⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤† Victoria Shard, the beautiful manipulator

She stared at herself in a broken mirror, eyes wide, with hands cut from the shards of glass she broke.

Victoria couldn't recognize the girl in the mirror — she couldn't recognize herself.

There was so much blood. It scared her.

How did it get here? Why did it get here?

“I.... I...” her breathing was frantic, terrified as the blood on her hands slowly turned into glass. And by extension, so did her hands.

“Do you understand now, my granddaughter? Why you need to be stronger, to become a woman worthy of the title of Grand Duchess?”

..... Ah. That's why.

───◌┈┈───𓆩 ♥︎ 𓆪───┈┈◌───

─ㅇ──↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺──ㅇ─ Nyx Leech, the siren

Nyx held onto her brothers for dear life, eyes wide at the damage she's done to her own father.

“Nyx, dearest, it's going to be oka-”

“N-No! Please, I-I don't wanna hurt you more than I already have...” Nyx looked away, hiding her face from the eyes of both of her parents. And her brothers, by extension.

“Ne, Nyxie, father said it was okay...” Floyd frowned, trying to lighten the mood by assuring Nyx of something she already knew — but didn't want to admit.

Jade gave his twin a look. “Floyd,” his eyes narrowed, holding Nyx slightly closer. “She's clearly upset. We should let her rest for a moment before father can assure her that it is okay.”

Nyx was fifteen when it happened — when she electrocuted her father to a point he had a nasty marking that lined his face, down to his midriff.

It was one of the few times Nyx couldn't help but hate the ability she's been given.

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst ocs #mutuals <3 #nrc oc #pomefiore oc #octavinelle oc #victoria shard #nyx leech #jade leech #floyd leech #grimhilde shard #night raven college oc #twst nrc #twst ask #oc ask #oc asks #oc ask game #ask game

[princess-ibri]

What do you think happened to the Magic Mirror after the queen's death?

Ooookay! So buckle up cuz in my DisneyVerse the Mirror actually has quite an interesting and detailed backstory, and you just unlocked it xD

So first, the the spirit within it is actually the demon son of Chernabog and the sorceress Vor, the man called Voland, who long time followers will remember is the Old Soldier, the villain of my Frozen 3 plot.

He was trapped in the Mirror ages ago by an enchantor, the first Storykeeper of Enchancia, who for years kept the Mirror under his own careful watch in the Secret Library. Eventually however the Mirror was stolen by dark forces who managed to breach the library, and fell into the hands of many dark magic users across the years, either by bequeathment, theft or murder, eventually becoming the property of Queen Grimhilde.

After the Queen's death, the Mirror was kept locked away for a time in Snow White's palace, until she and the prince were able to make contact with people who promised to take it to a place to be locked away forever, Spire out on a distant mountain where many powerful and dangerous magical artifacts are kept under watch.

Unfortunately, on route to the Spire, the caravan gaurding the Mirror is attacked by the witches of the Seven Mountains, the coven to which Grimhilde had once belonged, lead by the self styled Witch Empress Mammona, who for years kept it and learned from its secrets, eventually discovering its full dark lineage.

The Mirror instructs them to take it to the Enchanted Forest of the Northuldra, a place of great primordial magic, where they will be able to break him free of the Mirror using the latent magic of the place.

Luckily the Spirits that gaurd this particular Enchanted Forest are very against a great evil being unleashed into it, and alert the Fifth Spirit, great mage called Oaván (a native of the Northuldra who is linked most to Earth, and able to transform into animals) and together with the Northuldra move to attack the Witches before they can finish their dread deed.

A fierce battle commences between the Spirits/Northuldra and the Witches, both of whom call on allies to help in the battle. But eventually, though not without Oaván receiving a mortal wound, the forces of Good are able to route the Witches and halt the ceremony.

Only part of Voland was able to be pulled from the mirror, an undying yet mostly mortal man, left with but a fraction of his power, the rest remains locked behind the glass of the Mirror. Voland the man manages to escape with the last few witches, but the Mirror is left behind.

With the last ounces of his strength, Oaván takes the Mirror to Atohallan, a place none came come to save the spirits, and locks it away in a tomb of ice, succumbing at last to his wounds.

And there there Mirror stayed for long years, kept safely locked away from the world. Until a new Fifth Spirit was chosen, Elsa of Arendelle, who with her companions was once more was forced to do battle with Voland, who had been able to recover ancient artifacts that allowed him to bind the Spirits, using their power to assult Atohallan in search of his Mirror and the rest of his powers.

He would be defeated once more by the forces of Good, and the mirror shattered, effectively destorying Voland for all time, though slight bits of his malevolent influence would manage to tumble back into the world through shards of the mirror that were thrown into the air in the final battle. Not enough to cause great evil but enough to do harm to those unlucky enough to come into contact with them...

(Yes I do have plans for an actual Snow Queen adaptaion tied into Frozen but that'll be a bit yet I still got Godmother Backstories to do x)

#asks #DisneyVerse #the magic mirror #voland #frozen #frozen 3 #northuldra #the snow queen #snow white and the seven dwarfs #the evil queen #queen grimhilde #sofia the first #tangled the series #night on bald mountain #fantasia #disney #disney comics #disney headcanons #disney ocs #my ocs #frozen 2 #kai and gerta

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “high school never ends”. Doug, Jane and Gilonnie are in the museum surveying the wreckage left by Chadeficent)

Lonnie: so. What’s the damage

Jane: all the security guards are dead. The one by the door had his heart ripped out and crushed. The rest were peppered by glass shards from the artefact cases. Oh no. Oh nononononononononono

(She runs to the other side of the entrance hall. Right to where a stone statue of her mother is)

Jane (her voice full of hope): this is why she wasn’t at the lake. She was investigating and she got turned to stone.

Gil: but the only thing that happened at the lake was the sleeping curse. And both were there. How could—

Doug (knowing the truth will crush Jane): LATER!!!!!

Lonnie: what’s the first order of business?

Doug: find the cauldron. Then we go from there.

(Jane wordlessly summons the black cauldron out if the ether)

Gil: well that was easy.

Jane: the next part won’t be. Doug. Can the exosuit’s be used in potion making?

Doug: they can do anything and everything magic can do.

Jane: perfect. There’s this potion I remember reading about in Mal’s spell book. Reversing Petrification. But it takes four people to make. Would you guys be willing to help

Doug: do you even need to ask?

Jane (glomping him): thank you.

Gil: you okay?

Jane: no. But I will be. Just need to catch my breath. Right then. Follow my lead?

Lonnie: of course

(This is when “catch my breath” happens. After the song. The potion is a bright, vibrant chartreuse colour)

Gil: what do we do now?

Jane: it has to stew until sunrise

Lonnie: you’re joking?

Jane: nope.

Doug: then we wait.

Gil: security booth or entrance hall?

Doug: entrance hall. We’ll be able to see who’s coming then.

(As soon as he says this every light in the museum is snuffed out. The doors burst open and dark blue smoke surrounds the four teenagers. When it clears Grimhilde, Tremaine, Gaston and Shan Yu are standing in its place)

Doug (bitterly): me and my big mouth. (He clears his throat and plasters a false smile on his face). Queen Grimhilde. Lady Tremaine. Mr Legume. And uh. I’m terribly sorry. I’m not sure how your military works. Are you a Lieutenant or a general or a commander or—?

Shan Yu: Shan Yu will be fine child.

Doug: okay. Shan Yu it is then. Now. What in the name of all that is holy are you four bozo’s doing here?

Grimhilde: she sent us here. Cauldron. She needs it.

Doug: take the hood off so we can talk face to face

Grimhilde: you wouldn’t like what you see if I did that.

Tremaine: oh for pity’s sake. You are old Grimhilde. We all are. You are not the only one that time has targeted.

Doug: oooh. Do I sense some dissension in the ranks? None of you like each other do you?

Shan Yu: would you if you were one of us?

Doug: good point. I hate it when people like you make a good point. But I consider myself a fair man. So. Good point.

Grimhilde (mirthlessly): HA! You are a child. And you have poisoned my daughter against me.

Shan Yu: you did that yourself your highness. But he has taken my daughter in as his own. For that I thank you. But it shall not stop me from killing you should you stand in my way.

Doug: wait wait wait. Daughter?

Tremaine: Shan Yu graciously accepted the task of reproducing with my daughter Drizella

Doug: so you paid him to get Drizella pregnant?

Tremaine: yes.

Doug: That’s an image I neither needed nor wanted.

Tremaine: fat lot of good that did. Sadly. She’s still too young for manual labour. I had hoped that she could be sold off to Mim in time. But. Your king put a stop to that

(Doug’s eyes darken and he leaps at the old woman)

Gil (grabbing his arm): NO DOUG NO! It’s what she wants!

Doug (inches away from biting Tremaine’s face off): Dizzy is not a business deal

Tremaine: like I said. Your king stppped that from happening.

Grimhilde: we are wasting time. Give us the cauldron. Let us kill you. And then we’ll be on our way.

Doug: I notice that you’ve been awfully and uncharacteristically quiet Mr Legume. Maleficent cut your tongue out?

Gil: don’t worry about him. He’s just figuring out how to mount my head on a wall.

Gaston: it’ll be quick you little traitor.

Lonnie: ha ha funny. I didn’t think you had that kind of vocabulary

Gaston: are you what he left for? Well at least you’re not a man. That’s something I suppose.

Gil: HEY! You don’t get to talk like that

Shan Yu: don’t worry. Your former father is just being his usual slow self

Gaston: it’s better to be slow that chi——

Grimhilde: ENOUGH!!!! Enough. I am old. I am tired. And if we give Maleficent the cauldron she may reverse this curse on me.

Doug: you must have done something incredibly stupid to get her to put you back in this state. Tell us. What was it? Fail to pickle Chad properly and now she doesn’t have a meat suit she can hide in?

Grimhilde: I failed in my endeavour to procure the daughter of the man who killed the queen from the witch doctor

Gil: English please?

Doug: Facillier rescued Audtey from Maleficent. She sent Grimhilde after them. And old Grimy here got outsmarted and punished accordingly.

Jane (voice shaky but resolute): y. You’re not going to get the cauldron. We’ll stop you. By any means necessary

Tremaine: you know child. The last time I faced off against your mother. She was turned to stone. Quite like she is now as a matter of fact. Funny how history repeats isn’t it?

Doug: shut up! Oh don’t look at me like that. You know as well as I do that your title means nothing now. The moment Adam put you lot on the island you lost whatever spheres of political power had. So now, Queen Grimhilde, Lady Tremaine, is all purely decorative. In fact. The only ones with any real political power in this room are Gil and I. Gil being the kings older brother. And I being the major-domo. Actually if you wanna get really technical. Aside from Ben, I have the most political power in the kingdom. And certainly the most in this room. So shut your poisonous mouths and listen to your better. Jane is right. We are going to stop you from getting the cauldron. By any means necessary

Grimhilde: well my boy. That is what you think.

(This is when “diamond eyes” happens. After the song. Doug runs out the front door. Gil follows him. Doug’s throwing up onto the steps)

Gil: are you okay?

Doug (wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve): do I look like I’m okay to you?!?! I’ve never killed anyone before.

Gil: they were going to kill us. They left us no choice. It’s like last year. Harry was aiming to kill you. So you did what you had to do.

Doug: stabbing a madman’s genitals is entirely different to bisecting your girlfriends mother with Excalibur!

Gil: okay you got me there. But look on the bright side. You’re the rightful king of Camelot. Plus. Evie will probably marry you on the spot once we tell her what happened.

Doug (chuckling hollowly): yeah right. Do you have a breath mint? Thanks.

Gil: what’s the plan chief?

Doug: we have three corpses, one of which is cut in half, and one pile of dust. I have an idea. Come with me

(They walk back inside the entrance hall. Janes sitting on a bench with her head between her legs and Lonnie rubbing her back)

Doug: you guys okay?

Lonnie: I am. And she will be. Eventually

Jane: I’ve never done something like that before. It was horrible.

Doug: I know. We’ll be okay though.

Lonnie: what’s the plan chief?

Doug: I have an idea. Gimme a sec though.

(He holds out his right hand. His brow furrowed. Excalibur instantly zooms into his hand)

Doug: well that’s convenient.

Lonnie: like Anaklusmos.

Doug: indeed. Now. The plan. But first. A question. Gil. What did the Horned King do with the black cauldron?

Gil: he put the corpses of his army in it to resurrect them——OOOOH!!!! Clever

Doug: I thought so

Jane: m’not following.

Doug: by my reckoning. There’s a good chance the villains are going to wage all out war on Auradon. Why else would Maleficent want the cauldron? A quick handy resurrection tool. But what’s stopping us from using it for our benefit to create unstoppable foot soldiers under our control?

Lonnie: nothing.

Doug: exactly

Gil: then let’s do it.

Doug: not yet.

Jane: huh?

Doug: the only way to stop the cauldron from powering the dead is to commit a willing sacrifice by jumping into the cauldron. Which I’m willing to bet that none of us or any of our friends are willing to make.

The other three: ah.

Doug: exactly.

Lonnie: so what are we going to do then?

Doug: clear away the dead, it won’t do any of us any good if we keep staring at them. Thank you Janey. And wait.

(Doug and Gil join the girls on the bench. It’s not long before they all get bored and Gil starts drumming on his knees. This is when “with a little help from my friends” happens. After the song. The words “Meanwhile Back At The Ranch” flash’s on the screen. When it disappears we’re back with Celia and Dizzy at the house)

Dizzy: you alright?

Celia: mhmm. Yeah. Just thinking?

Dizzy: about?

Celia: the stories my dad told me. About Auradon.

Dizzy: yeah?

Celia: it’s. It’s not quite what I was expecting. I know it’s because we’re fighting against a coup but——

Dizzy: you still want the stories to be true.

Celia: yup.

Dizzy: they can be. But it might be a bit boring cause you know. School.

Celia: oh god I forgot about that

Dizzy: eh you’ll do fine

Celia: yeah you’re probably right. But still. It’s not like I thought it would be

(This is when “square root of possible” happens. After the song. Matty is looking at them like they’ve grown two extra heads)

Dizzy: what?

Matty: oh nothing. You’re just a little pitchy. Celia was actually pretty good considering

Celia: considering what?

Matty: that your father is a clapped out old charlatan who got tricked by your mother twice. Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to get some water. I assume I’m allowed in the kitchen?

Celia: sit down.

Matty: you don’t control me miss Facillier. Neither of you do.

Celia: oh ho right now we do.

Dizzy: I told my mom and dad that we’d keep an eye on you.

Matty: they are not your parents. Your mother is a cheap floozy that your grandmother had to pay someone to join with her. And your father? Not even they know who he is. I wonder what that makes you actually. The daughter of daughter of a cheap slut and a John D——

(Dizzy slaps him around the face. Matty looks at her briefly before he launches himself at her neck. Celia intervenes but gets punched in the stomach by Matty for her trouble. The fight continues until a very tall figure darkens the doorway)

Maleficent: how disappointing. You cannot even hold your own against two little girls.

(The three kids immediately separate and stand to attention)

Matty: that is hardly fair your majesty. They are older than I am after all.

Maleficent: so was Leah. And yet you shot her without any trouble at all.

Matty: it is. It is entirely different when the subject is already did

Celia: the second gunshot was you? What was the first?

Matty: Royston Charming. By king Adam.

Celia: I shoulda known.

Maleficent: did you find what you were looking for?

Matty: no. There’s no gold in this house.

Maleficent: pity. Oh well. Keep moving forward I suppose. Fetch me that little box thing on the sewing table. Well done. Goodbye my girls. I highly doubt we will see each other again.

(With that she and Matty disappear in a puff of smoke and the doors slam shut locking Dizzy and Celia inside. At Fairy cottage. The scouting party are trying to figure out how to deal with Chad)

Carlos: I say we do to him what Mary I did to Protestants and what Salem did to supposed witches.

Uma: huh?

Ben: burn him at the stake.

Uma: ohhhh. That sounds doable.

Mal: as tempting as that sounds. He’s the only one who knows where they took Audrey. Sorry buddy. We’re gonna have to keep him alive. At least for now.

Carlos: tch. Fine. (Plastering on his “I’m heart meltingly adorable please let me get away with murder” smile). Can I torture him for information?

Mal: I don’t see why not

Carlos: YAY!!!! (He rushes over and glomps Mal). Thank you!

Mal: you’re welcome.

Elsa (looking scrutinisingly at Chad): I think we should all move back a bit.

Mal: okay. Why?

Elsa: this is too easy. There is no way in hell or on earth that Maleficent and Adam would just leave their pawn here. Right we’re anyone could find him.

Mal: oh god you’re

Adam: I’m surprised too. (Everyone jumps out of their skin). I thought it would’ve taken her much longer to figure it out.

(Uma screams and Zerg rush’s at Adam. But just holds up his hand and she faints dead away)

Adam: stupid little girl. (He walks over to Chad and strokes his hair). It’s time to wake up son

(Chad’s eyes snap open and the both of them use magic to lift Mal up by the neck and throw her out of the cottage and into a tree)

Ben: MAL!

Mal (desperately): NO! STAY BACK!

Maleficent (melting out of the foliage): quite right Mal. You never know who could be watching and waiting to pounce.

(Hades roars in rage and charges at her, intent on a fight. Said fight is very short lived because she twists his arm backwards and leers at his face)

Maleficent: I did say that I would kill her if you made contact with her again. DID I NOT SAY THAT?!?!

Hades: GO TO HELL!!!!

Maleficent: not yet my love.

(She raises Hades, Hadie and Elsa up with magic then throws them back inside the cottage)

Maleficent: now that has been taken care of. Ember and sceptre. Now!

Mal: go to hell.

Maleficent: you really are your fathers daughter. No matter. Adam my dear. Show them the tape.

Ben: what tape?

Evie: oh no. Jay, Carlos! Whatever he show us. I promise you. He’s lying. Ben and I were there. It’s a LIE!

Uma (still massaging her temples): what’s a lie?

Adam: everything that comes out of your cousin’s mouth.

(He presses play on the tape recorder)

Mal’s voice on the tape: alright here’s what’s going to happen. I don’t care what they think. Nobody here cares what they think. We’re. Closing off the island. ForEVER!

Carlos: oh come on! Nobody in their right mind is gonna believe that!

(Uma promptly screams and sends Mal into the air on a geyser of water)

Carlos: I stand corrected

Ben: UMA STOP!!!! THE TAPE IS DOCTORED!!!!

Uma (flinging Mal around like a rag doll): YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!!!! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME!!!! THE MOMENT I TRUST YOU I GET STABBED IN THE NECK!!!! THIS IS THE LAST TIME!!!!

(Adam’s disappeared. Maleficent has rejoined with Chad and vanished into the foliage)

Jay: UMA. LISTEN. If this were actually. Mal would be fighting back wouldn’t she?

Cj (seizing her chance): stop defending her djinn. This must’ve been her plan all along. Let the hide persist Uma. Let her die. Then free the island. Everyone will be saved. Everyone will be free. Free from her. Free us from her. Now!

Ben: CALISTA STOP IT!

Harriet (pointing her sword at Ben’s neck): no one talks to her like that! ‘Specially pampered palace rats like yourself.

Harry: Uma trusted her. And she betrayed her. Again.

Ben (wresting Harriet’s sword away from her and breaking it in half): shut the fuck up for once in your life and listen for a change. Surely you have enough brains to know when you’re being manipulated——urgh look at who I’m talking to. CJ! You’re the smart one. You must’ve read about doctored tape recordings!

(Cj just smirks at him)

Evie: oh my god. You’re doing this on purpose. Is this this because she stabbed Harry in the leg last year!

Cj: it’s for everything. Everything she did. And everything you did.

Evie: oh my god we’ve over this already

Cj: not that. Everything you all did. You left us. You went to Auradon. You became heroes!!!! And you all left us!!!! Uma! You know what to do Captain.

(Uma drops Mal, flicks her sword and slices Mal’s left cheek. It leaves a smoking, steaming cut)

Jay: WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!

Cj: did you really think I wouldn’t know what she’s allergic to? Iron, Jay. Iron. And that’s going kill her if it’s not treated soon.

Jay: alright that does it!

(He sends two streams of salt at Uma making deep cuts in her face. Ben roars, turns into a beast and leaps at the Hook’s, Uma screams in pain)

Evie: ENOUGH!!!! BEN. JAY! Get back here. Now. And bring Mal. The four of us can fix her face

Harry (struggling to his feet): what about Uma?

Carlos: sucks to be her.

Cj: you can’t mutilate her and leave her like that.

Evie: Uma made her bed now she has to lie in it.

Cj: you treacherous little bitch.

Carlos: hark who’s talking. You’re the one who incited a mob!

Cj: Uma was slipping. Mal was going to let us down anyway. It was only a matter

Evie: my sister is not the traitor here Calista. You are. You and Uma and your siblings.

Uma: I didn’t start this. Mal did. She always state it. She’s the traitor here. Not me! It’s never me!

Evie: keep telling yourself that cousin. (She turns to Ben). This has to be the end for them. They cannot be saved. There is nothing you can do for them. They are what they are. You have to accept that.

(This is when “one of us” happens. After the song. The pirates look unimpressed).

Uma: you think you can save her from retribution?

Jay: listen to yourself. That’s Cj talking.

Evie: your mother isn’t a Bimbette is she?

Cj: no, she is. I am Gil’s cousin.

Evie: hmmmm....okay.

Ben: surely we can resolve this peacefully

Uma: any chance of that went up in smoke the moment she betrayed me.

Carlos: this isn’t about you!

Uma: IT’S ALWAYS ABOUT ME!!!!

Jay: HA! I knew it! You’ve always had an ego the size of the cosmos. This is just the unequivocal proof

Harry (hair and eyes erupting into blood red fire): SHUT UP!!!!

(He uses magic to dragon Mal away from Ben by the neck)

Harry: it’s time to end this!

(He strings Mal up by the neck with invisible rope and splays her out like the crucifixion. This is when “wolf in sheep’s clothing” happens. After the song. The flames around Mal are extinguished and Maleficent melts into view)

Maleficent: oh Uma. That was impressive. Your mother was wrong about you. You really do have the capacity for untethered, unbiased evil. She will be proud when I tell her.

(The Hook’s get in front of Uma intent on protecting her. The moment they do that Hadie bursts out of the cottage, hair and eyes set on earth electric blue fire, and uses magic to yank the three girl away from Harry. Jay starts throttling Harry with telekinesis. Ben rushes up to Mal and leads her away from Maleficent)

Evie: well that took you long enough!

Hadie: I am so sorry. The door was dead-bolted, dad and Elsa turned to stone the moment we landed on the floor, it was a whole thing. Now. What do I do with these three?

Mal: nothing. You do nothing to Uma.

Hadie: and the pond scum?

Mal: I don’t care. Just leave Uma alone.

Uma: YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!!

(With an immense effort she breaks free of Hadie’s grip and charges at Maleficent. Who makes her kneel with just a simple eye glow).

Maleficent: you see my girl. Your cousin. Your brother. Your brother’s sisters. They will never follow you. Like my kind wouldn’t follow me. The only thing to do. Is to cull them before they can fight back.

(With that she grips the top of Uma’s head and Uma starts screaming)

Mal: STOP IT!!!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!!!

Maleficent: YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT!!!!

Ben: you’re never getting the artefacts so just leave Uma alone. Leave all of us alone!

Maleficent: oh you poor stupid little boy. Hm. Heheh. Alright then. You have, shall we say, piqued my interest. Mal. The sceptre. And the ember. In uhhhh. Six minutes. You acquiesce and I shall leave you all alone. If you deny me. Then you shall all the fate of my ex husband and the woman that stole my daughter from me. Six minutes begin now. See you then.

(She disappears in her trademark purple smoke)

Carlos: I think it’s perfectly clear what we need to do

Uma: mhmm. Yeah. I’ll be proud to deliver it to Maleficent. It’ll be my honour.

Hadie and the Auradonians: WHAT?!?!

Uma: you heard her. We give her the spawn and personal affects back then she’ll leave us alone

Jay: yeah. While everything and everyone we know burns around us!

Uma: not my problem

(Hadie loses it. His eyes light on fire, he grabs Uma by the shoulders and pushes her against a tree)

Hadie (in a dangerous whisper): I’ve had just about enough out of you CAPTAIN. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now?

Uma (pulling out the ember from her pocket): because I have this?

Hadie: oh.

(The Auradonians clamour at her to give them the ember)

Uma: oh would you look at that. Now I’m in charge. Funny how things work out isn’t it?

(She has enough of the clamouring and shushes them. This is when “last midnight” happens. After the song. Ben is hugging Mal and Carlos close to him. Jay’s standing between them and Uma. Evie is looking around sceptically. Hadie is dusting off the real ember. The Hook’s are all look at Uma who’s been fully turned to stone. She’s reaching out to Harry pleading for his help)

Harry: what the fuck was that?

Maleficent (melting out of the trees): I did say you had six minutes. And it has now been six and a half. Much more than generous if you ask me. Now for the rest of you.

(Ben pushes Mal and Carlos away from him as his legs start turning to stone)

Mal: no. Nonono. Please no.

Ben (to Mal): I love y——

Mal: NOOOO!!!!

(She rushes to Carlos who’s still on the ground looking at his greying hand)

Carlos: mom what’s ha——

(She caresses Carlos’s stone face desperately before she darts over to Jay)

Mal (breaking down): please don’t leave me....

Jay (reaching out to her comfortingly): Mal. It’s ok. It’s not your fau——

(Mal gasps heartbreakingly)

Evie (pointing at the Uma statue): Just so you know, I blame her for all of th——

(Completely out of options Mal turns to Hadie)

Mal: HELP ME!!!!

Hadie: it’s gonna be fine. You’re gonna save us. I know you ca——

(No one pays attention to the Hook’s huddling around Uma as they too are petrified. Mal stumbles to over to the Ben statue and tearfully holds his face in her hands. This is when her heartbreak turns to anger and she loses it. She summons the sceptre to her hand and tries to whack Maleficent in the head with the it. However, Maleficent catches it in one hand. Wrests it away from her. Headbuts her to the ground. Breaks the sceptre in half. And throws it away. She then grabs Mal by the hair and forces her to look at the statues)

Maleficent: this is all your fault you know. You just had to fall in love. You just had to betray me. You just had to stick your nose in where it did not belong. And now look what happened. They are all turned to stone. Because of you. Tell me. How does it feel.

Mal: why. Why are you doing this?

Maleficent: because I can.

(With that she punts Mal into the air, uses iron chains to drag her back down to earth. Mal screams in pain and blue and purple fire roar out of her mouth causing Maleficent to remerge with Chad’s body in surprise. She collapses on her side still crying in pain. Snow like ash starts to fall and brambles start to crawl up the trees and the cottage. This is when the film catches up to where it started. Id!Ben walks into, caressing the back of Mal’s as he does so)

Id!Ben: and this is where we came in. Context is horrifying isn’t it? But it’s okay. Everything will be fine. It’s nothing the first born can’t fix. Oh look. You’re back. How’s petrification?

Id!Persey: constricting. How is she?

Ben: she’s been better. They’ve all been better

Mal (voice horse from screaming): go. Please. Just go.

Ben: as you wish my girl. But first. Oldest sibling/encased in stone/break free now/and aid tne throne. Mhmm. Yes. That should do nicely. (He turns to the audience). You guys will see me soon. (Jerking his head sideways towards Persey). Dunno when you’ll see them again though. They’re not a main character you see. Anyway. Goodbye. Good luck. And good vanquishing.

(With that the two Id’s fade away as the stone covering Hadie cracks and falls away, freeing him from the curse. His first act is to free Mal from the chains. He’s about to blast Chadeficent to smithereens when tendrils of electric grey lightning streaks across the sky, dives into the ground and deposits the real Persey in front of the merged villains)

Persey: you turned me to stone

Chadeficent (Chad’s voice): so? Whatcha gonna do bout it? Huh?

Persey: help Mal take both your asses down.

Chadeficent (Maleficent’s voice): I am afraid you cannot do that my dear child. That girl is a monster. Just like me. And she is mine by right

Persey: Mal is not a monster.

Chadeficent (still in Maleficent’s voice): oh really? Look around you. I merely turned them to stone. But Mal, oh Mal, she is the one who made it snow ash on a June night. She is the one who made brambles appear in the scenery. You can protest however much you like Mal. But no matter what you do, no matter what you say, no matter where you go. You will always be the villain that I raised. Heritage is such a terrible thing to be forgotten is it not?

Persey: okay that’s enough outta you.

(They summon the sceptre to their hands, fuse it back together then slam it to the ground, making a protective dome of ice, lightning and brambles around the cottage, keeping the statues in and, most importantly, Chadeficent out)

Chadeficent (both voices now): this won’t keep us out forever. (Chad’s voice). The throne is mine. (Maleficent’s voice). Mal is mine. (Both voices now). Everything is OURS!

(They double over in pain and vomit black tar)

Persey: and mute

(The sound of the vomiting villains fade out and Persey heads inside the cottage)

Persey: where is she? How’s she doing?

Hadie: she’s locked herself in the downstairs bathroom. She’s not doing so hot. And, by the way, just who in the hell are you anyway?

Persey: older than you by two hours

Hadie: huh?

Persey: I’m your twin Hadie. First born child of the lord and lady of the underworld and OOF you’re a hugger

(Hadie’s just glomped them. They laugh nervously)

Persey: let go now dear

Hadie: sorry sis ah sib um fello twin? The guys kept calling you they and them so I don’t know if you’re comfortable um....

Persey: hm? Ohhh. Sis and sister is fine. Thank you for asking though. Not many people do that first off. Now. Onto who’s important. (They knock on the bathroom door). Mal. Honey are you okay?

(Mal doesn’t answer)

Hadie: what do you think’s wrong?

Persey: I don’t know. At a guess. I’d say she’s blaming herself for something beyond her control like she did last year with the 16 journalists. But I can’t be sure.

Hadie: so what do we do?

Persey: be there for her.

(They swipe their arm on front of the door turning it transparent. Mal’s sitting against the bathtub in the foetal position rocking back and forth. Her hair’s almost completely blue with just a few purple strands at the roots left)

Persey: oh Mal. I’m so sorry.

Hadie: tell us what you nee

Persey (cutting him off): I don’t think she knows. To be honest the only thing I can think of to do is to just keep talking to her and hope she snaps out of it

Hadie: and if that doesn’t work?

Persey: call Doug. I’ll go first

(This is when “I’ll stand by you” happens”. After the song. Mal doesn’t move from the bathroom floor)

Persey: well that didn’t work. I’m gonna call Doug.

Hadie: NO NO WAIT!!!! Me next.

Persey: errrr....o—kay. I’m still gonna call Doug though

Hadie: yeah, sure, whatever. Mally, honey, you’re probably not interested in what I have to say. But uh. Oh I dunno. I have no idea what to say. But. Just uh. Believe in magic I guess.

Persey (sardonically): oh yeah that’ll help....

(This is when “do you believe in magic” happens. After the song. Mal still doesn’t respond)

Persey: valiant effort. But it really is time to call Doug.

(At the museum. Doug and the others are pacing the floor, still waiting for news when his phone rings)

Doug: Boss? Is everything okay? What happened?

Persey: Maleficent turned everyone but Mal to stone and blamed it on her. Now she’s locked herself in the bathroom and isn’t responding when me and Hadie try to coax her out.

Doug: ah Christ. How bad is it? Last year bad. Better. Or somehow worse

Persey: well she also put iron chains on her that can’t have helped.

Doug: that’d just exacerbate things.

Gil: what’s happening?

Doug: code purple

Gil: oh shit

Hadie: wait a minute. You have a CODE for this?

Lonnie: well, yeah. Mal thought it up. It was Milo’s suggestion. Her favourite colours.

Jane: black is “fine”

Gil: emerald green is “shaky but okay”.

Doug: and purple is “major help needed”

Persey: Hm. Smart. So have you guys got a plan?

Doug: yeah. She needs us. We’ve known her longer. First of all. Jane. Call her. And see if she’ll answer.

(Jane calls Mal’s phone but gets no response)

Doug: Gil. Lonnie. Call her.

(Gilonnie each call her but Mal doesn’t answer either of them)

Hadie: now what?

Doug: beam us in there Boss.

Persey: on it

(They use magic to project the four teenagers into the bathroom with Mal)

Doug: hey.

(Mal just keeps staring at the wall)

Doug: you this isn’t your fault. Right?

Mal: that’s what Jay said before he. Before he——

(She dissolves into tears)

Doug: it’s okay it’s okay. Cry yourself out. It’s fine. We’re here for you.

Jane: remember last year when you helped me when my magic was fading? And you all gave me like the mother of all pep talks?

Doug: that could work.

Gil: but what do we say?

Lonnie: draw on our own experiences?

Doug: I’ll start

(This is when “lullaby” happens. After the song. Mal still doesn’t move from her spot. Doug sighs heavily).

Doug: I’m sorry. I really thought that would work.

Persey: s’fine. Any ideas what we should do next?

Doug: when she’s like this Ben’s the best option. Or Jay. Or Carlos. Failing that then it’s Elsa but considering the circumstances. Just be here for her. Oh and. (He goes up to Persey’s ear and whispers). Keep an eye on the windows. The statues are standing up. Now if you’ll excuse us. We have to get back to the museum. The cauldron.

Persey: of course. See you later

Doug: see ya. Goodbye. I hope you’ll feel better soon.

(The four teenagers disappear)

Hadie: what do we do now?

Persey: be there for her.

(They approach the door again)

Persey: Mal. It’s okay. We’re here for you. We’re not going to pressure you. But in a moment. We will have to check on your friends and the pirates. But until then. Hadie and I. We’re here for you.

Mal: but mom

Persey: I know.

(This is when “you are not alone” happens. After the song. Mal stands up and heads towards the door. Which is when the whole house shakes)

Persey (smiling worriedly): we’ll be right back.

(They teleport themselves and Hadie out to the front of the cottage. Chadeficent’s skin is covered in inky black scales with a matching dragons tail. They’re rage breathing fire at the protective dome. Every single one of the statues are standing in front of them protectively)

Persey: so this is your great plan huh? Break the dome. Uses Mal’s family and enemies as foot soldiers. Then make off like a thief in the night?

Chadeficent (voice monstrously low): that is the general gist of it, yes.

Persey: she’s losing her grip on you isn’t she Chad? She’s barely lasted a day inhabiting the teenage boy. Now who’s the pathetic one?

Chadeficent (Maleficent’s voice): still Mal.

(Back in the bathroom)

Id!Ben: you need to do something. You need save them. What are you going to do?

Mal: I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. Tell me what to do

Ben: I can’t.

Mal: you’re me. Of course you can.

Ben: not this time. I’m sorry my girl.

(He disappears. This is when “monster” happens)

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal

[islewrecked]

@grimhilde said: Your heart was glass, I dropped it

Memories of sea glass spilling from his hands surfaced in Harry’s mind, the glow of Evie’s face as he dropped his treasures in her lap shining brighter than the fog of time. It was better, kinder, to think of sea glass instead of the delicate glass ornament he’d seen fall from one of the many Christmas trees set up around Auradon, the shards glittering like snow after it shattered on the hard pavement.

It was kinder, better, not to think about the way his heart grew so fragile in Evie’s hold that she could have smashed it from the simple pressure of her fingertips if she so wished. 

Denial was Harry’s instinctual response, the words bubbling up in his throat to say that Evie did not such thing because she never managed to touch his heart and even if she did, he wasn’t that easily destroyed, but it seemed like honesty was a growing trend with them - at least when honesty hurt. 

“Yes.” He admitted slowly, haltingly. “Yes, you did.” And this was the part where someone else would mock him for being so trusting, for failing to protect himself. “So I think you should understand why I don’t plan on letting you do it again.”

#「 ANSWERED 」— ❝ CAN YOU HEAR THE SEA CALLING ❞ #grimhilde #「 VERSE 」— ❝ THROUGH THE WAVES I SEE THE SUN ❞

[griimhilde-a]

@gotnerved​     ,     𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 : 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌.           𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚉𝙴 : $𝟾𝟶𝟶.

while   she   would   never   say   it   out   loud,   she   always   thought   the   beast   statue   was   atrociously   horrid.   staring   up   right   at   it   that   very   first   moment   she   and   the   core   four   had   stepped   out   of   that   limo   and   while   her   attention   had   mostly   been   on   the   prince   at   the   time,   it   would   continuously   shift   towards   the   humongous   block   that   stood   behind   them,   just   towering   and   glooming   and   sucking   the   light   from   every   direction.   there’d   been   so   many   jokes   about   it   between   herself   and   carlos,   and   a   part   of   her   was   always   happy   to   hear   about   the   statue   getting   defaced   or   messed   with   in   some   manner.   and   while   she’d   never   been   a   fan   of   the   statue,   blowing   up   with   her   own   magic   felt   complex.

complex   in   the   sense   that   she   wondered   if   it   was   something   she   could   keep   from   ben   without   breaking   under   pressure,   but   at   the   same   time   she   could   convince   herself   she   was   doing   the   public   a   favor. 

dressed   in   black   from   head   to   toe,   locks   were   braided   into   double   french   braids   and   while   she   never   would   allow   herself   to   be   seen   wearing   it,   a   baseball   cap   was   strategically   placed   over   to   guard   her   features.   at   this   point,   she   knew   enough   about   the   procedures   and   schedules   the   security   team   had   in   auradon   prep   and   where   the   cameras   were.   all   she   had   to   do   was   just   blow   it   up.   simple   as   that. 

and   not   get   caught. 

but   who   would   ever   assume   miss.   evie   grimhilde   would   have   something   to   do   with   it   ? 

it   was   two   am   by   the   time   she   ended   up   on   campus,   standing   right   before   the   famous   statue   that   would   soon   meet   its   doom.   the   dare   itself   had   been   on   repeat   in   her   head   like   a   mantra,   reminding   herself   that   it   wasn’t   only   to   set   it   on   fire   but   to   have   it   explode,   and   she’d   been   working   out   how   to   make   it   happen   and   with   what   method.   there   were   a   plethora   of   ways   she   could   use   her   magic   to   completely   eradicate   the   statue   to   pieces     ---     maybe   it   was   her   paranoia   and   her   fear   of   somehow   being   caught,   but   she’d   opted   for   the   easiest.

standing   at   an   angle   that’d   easily   hide   her   features   from   the   cameras,   she   pulled   out   her   phone   and   began   recording,   the   camera   firstly   placed   on   her,         “     so,   i’m   right   in   front   of   the   beast   castle.   um     ---     here   goes,   i   guess   ?     ”         slightly   shrugging,   she   pulled   up   her   black   scarf   towards   her   nose   so   that   only   her   eyes   could   be   seen   if   any   footage   was   ever   caught   and   her   cap   hadn’t   done   her   justice.   camera   was   flipped   to   the   other   wise   where   she   promptly   set   up   her   phone   against   a   nearby   bench   that   would   show   the   entire   event.

what   was   it     ---     excitement   ?   mischievousness   ?   that   spark   of   hers   she   only   ever   felt   on   the   isle   coursing   through   her   and   for   a   moment   she   could   just   remember   what   it   felt   like   to   do   what   she   wanted   without   bounds,   without   any   concern   for   the   consequences.   though   she’d   gotten   a   handle   on   her   magic,   the   extent   of   her   powers   was   still   highly   unpredictable   and   considering   she   very   rarely   spent   time   making   objects   explode,   it   was   hard   to   tell   what   would   happen.

“     time   for   a   test   run.     ”         muttering   under   her   breath,   one   single   flick   of   her   wrist   and   an   arm   had   completely   blasted   off,   shattering   into   pieces   in   the   air   before   violently   landing   on   the   ground   below.   the   sound   was   so   loud,   and   she   knew   it’d   get   worse   from   there.   heart   was   beating   fast   against   her   cages,   able   to   feel   her   pulse   all   throughout   her   body.   head   tilted   to   the   side   as   she   stared   at   the   figure,   internally   deciding   how   to   perfect   her   own   destruction   and   she   wondered   how   her   mother   would   feel,   seeing   her   now,   thriving   in   the   state   of   being   where   she   was   purely   herself   at   the   core.

sharp   exhale,   shadows   hiding   the   wickedness   sweeping   over   soft   visage,   and   her   hand   was   raised,   a   slow   pause   filling   the   gaps   and   only   the   sound   of   her   fingers   snapping   could   be   heard   for   that   moment.   half   a   second,   and   nothing   happened.   then   came   the   massive   explosion   from   the   core   of   the   statue,   not   a   shard   left   on   the   stand   but   instead   scattered   over   the   front   lawn   and   just   barely   missing   her   frame.   impact   of   the   explosion   echoed   loudly,   ringing   in   her   ears   and   while   she   wanted   to   stand   there   and   marvel   at   her   own   work,   she   was   running   towards   her   phone   and   flipping   the   camera   towards   her   face,   thumbs   up   in   the   frame   just   before   she   stopped   the   recording.   submitted.

#* gotnerved . #gv: got nerved #♡ . ﹠ turned her tears to diamonds in her crown ‚ answered.

[paper-whales-writes]

If the Apple Fits

Pairing: Evie x Reader

Word Count: 1,755

Requested By: Anonymous

Summary: Love at first sight with Evie Grimhilde

Glass blowing is a strange talent - but it's yours. What you had first taken as a strange class to fill in the space in your time table has become your pride and joy. Many of your fellows find it highly ironic that the daughter of Cinderella has a talent for working with glass and creating the most beautiful creations with it.  Even your mother found it funny. Replying to amused comments with her own rueful smile. Yet, there was a time she had cried about your talent: when you created her a new slipper or multicoloured shards of glass. It had been a birthday present that had taken you all too long and for that you are proud. Alongside the stained-glass window of a sunset adorning Auradon Prep's main hall, your mother's gift is one of your proudest creations.  But the crowning glory of all your hard work? The stained-glass portrait of Mal and Ben, unveiled to the hungry eyes of Auradon at the Royal Cotillion. Now that really was a masterpiece. Between yourself Jane and Evie, that important event was gleaming in it's own opulence; heralding a new age of Auradon. While you have met the former girl, you have yet to meet the famed designer from the Isle. But from what you have heard, she sounds perfect in every sense of the word. In truth, you had first honed your talent for glass work in an effort to escape the presumptions people inevitably put upon you because of your older brother: Chad. Unlike him, you were quiet and unassuming. Some people even find it difficult to believe you are even a royal. But you've never chased fame or popularity and it certainly made you your mother's favourite child. Your new project, assigned once more from the King, was almost complete and it has kept you in your work-room for almost the whole weekend. As a gift to the new VK kids at Auradon, Ben has commissioned small glass ornaments to match them. Almost as something to remind them or their home on the Isle. While this idea does appear flawed to you, it also gives you the chance to work with colours and shapes that you otherwise haven't able to do just yet.  All that is left is to place the finished creations in their boxes and present them to the VKs. Not that you would ever dare do the latter part yourself. No, that would be left up to the ever-diplomatic King Ben. Thankfully.  With a gentle hand, you move each of the glass ornaments into the designated boxes. A purple and green dragon for Mal (although Ben had also commissioned some glass strawberries to give her). A small rendition of Dude for Carlos. A viper curled around a tourney ball for Jay. Even the new Sea Three will have some of your work for their new dorm rooms. A cerulean octopus for Uma, a pirate ship for Harry (who is, in your opinion, the most terrifying VK of them all, just for sheer unpredictability) and a daffodil for sweet Gil.  Each rests comfortably in the velvet inlays of their individual boxes. A line of beautiful, glimmering, evidences of a job well done. All of course, except for the final one: Evie's. The sapphire-haired girl who you've seen from afar and instantly taking a liking to. How could you not? She's beautiful, caring and incredibly intelligent. If she ever liked you back, you could perhaps give her the castle she's always wanted... only if she still wants it, naturally.  Although you're loathe to admit it, you spent the majority of your allotted time working on Evie's gift. Making perhaps the most simple design of them all into something truly detailed and fragile. What had started out as a simple glass apple, has turned into that said red apple being melded to an intricate imitation of her glass mirror. With the tenderest hands of all, you place hers into the most opulent box of all. Then, after a second thought, you take a piece of parchment and write 'Love, Y/N' after a few lines of your confession of attraction. Then at least that creates a bridge between you... Right? Just as you start to second-guess yourself, a rap on the door brings the outside world to your attention. Yet, before you can even answer, Jane walks in as if she has a hellhound yipping at her heels. As ever, she has her trusty clipboard balanced in her arms; checking of this and that from her expansive to do list. "Y/N, Ben can't come and pick up the VK's gifts." "Oh no, why not?" You ask, gesturing to the tea pot. Shaking her head, she replies: "Unfortunately, he's come down with the flu and so the gift giving will be taken on by someone else." "You?" Taking your guess as you take a sip of tea from your mug.  Grinning ruefully, Jane shakes her head once more. "As if I could find the time. No, Evie will take over."  "E-Evie? As in Evie Grimhilde?" You splutter into your hot tea. "Yep! The one and only. We figured that it would come off as more of a friendly gesture from Evie, being a former VK and all." She starts to make a move to the door. "I just came to let you know, see you later Y/N!"  You stare after her, blinking rapidly. Well, this isn't good. The one time you've ever had enough guts to broach the gap between yourself and your crush, and here is the opportunity that she will open her gift in front of your very eyes. Bad indeed. Just as you make a move towards Evie's box, the door open and you freeze. Completely. -------- The next task on Evie's list seems to be the nicest. One that, for once, she is genuinely excited to. If there's one thing she loves: it's to share the love. This gift giving will certainly allow her to do that. Plus, this task will allow her to finally meet one of her partners who makes all the royal events flow like a dream. While, she is fully aware that you are a daughter of Cinderella, she has no nerves at all. By all accounts, you are nothing like you brother. In fact, many people have told her that you would make quite a cute couple - especially now that dating Doug has fallen through. It's this thought - hope even - that leaves her walking quicker and with a small grin plastered on her face.  "Oh Evie, you're early! Y/N's in there, no need to knock!" Jane cheerily throws her way, as she passes the blue-haired girl in the corridor.  "Thanks Jane!" Evie replies with ease. Once Evie reaches the door to the glass-work studio, she knocks gently before letting herself in. "Hello, Y/N? It's me, Evie."  Greeted by a sight of you hovering beside the row of coloured boxes, looking quite guilty by all accounts, she enters the room with a hesitant smile. Hand outstretched for you to shake, her smile warming as you scramble to take her hand in your own.  "Hi, um nice to meet you?" Your voice is nervous, phrasing you opening phrase like a question in case she isn't as happy to see you as you are her.  As you shake hands, your smile is fleeting but lovely; making Evie easily enchanted. Nothing like your brother - that she can instantly pick up on. In fact, you seem to be weighed down by your own nerves - nothing that Chad ever had. Where you struggle to accommodate her politely, Chad always acted on his own certainty of his popularity and the things that being royal afforded him.  "Oh, um, I'm Y/N. The gifts are all here in their boxes, all labelled and everything." Evie watches as you run through the handover of the gifts; smiling as you become animated and giddy in passion.  "They took me so long, and I hope you all the like them! Because you all deserve something beautiful, so I ended up pulling out so many all-nighters!" You grin at Evie. As she listens to you, her heart swells. No one has ever tried to offer her a gift before, not like this. Sure, Dizzy has given her knick knacks before and yes, they do mean everything to Evie... but this is something different.  "Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot, seriously. All the VKs will find these gifts heartwarming, I know that for a fact." As she speaks, Evie lays a hand on your arm.  Glancing down at this hand, you reply shakily: "Someone needs to show you guys some love." Another shaky smile. Breaking away, you hand her a navy-blue box. "Here's yours, Evie."  The pair of you share a small smile, a friendship fully snapping into place between you. Yet, as you hand her the box, your smile freezes in place as you recall the note left in it. Spinning away swiftly as she opens it, you busy yourself tidying your tools.  Evie quickly scans the note, a grin sticking to her face; lighting up her whole face. Every word is absent from the stuttering nervousness that impeach your face-to-face conversations. It's clearly stated, in black ink, that you have growing feelings for Evie - spurned onwards by tidbits about her given by other people. Just as she is for you.  As she moves the note, she beholds the glass ornament that you made for her. Simply to say, she is shocked. Her eyes, wide as saucers, regard the apple and the mirror below it.  "They're beautiful." She whispers in pure awe, gingerly stroking them with a calloused finger. Then, with an even softer look, she gazes at you and says: "You're beautiful too." "They'll look amazing on your shelf right? Wait - what did you say?" Your babble turns to a shocked silence as you regard her regarding you, with total goo-goo eyes. Eyes, that, only people in love make.  "I said," she replies; voice husky "that you are absolutely beautiful."  Her hands grasp yours, as you blubber at stunted, nervous reply of: "You too?"  She smiles lightly, "If you help me give everyone their gifts," her dark eyes stray down to glance at your lips, "then afterwards, we can go to dinner. Would you like that, hmm?"  You nod, almost breathless. "Okay, that sounds good. Great. Brilliant even."  She smiles, broader than ever. "Good. Then consider it a date."

#descendants #disney descendants #Descendants 2 #descendants x reader #evie descendants #evie x reader #evie grimhilde #evie imagine #evie daughter of the evil queen #descendants imagine #descendants imagines #fluff #evie grimhilde fluff

[adjective-object]

a story about morally-grey misunderstood witches

Also posted on ao3.

Evie was born with fire in her eyes and a witch’s mark on her thigh.

Her mother was a witch, and her mother’s mother as well. When she was banished to the Isle of the Lost, the Evil Queen managed to save two things- the last remaining shard of the magic mirror, and her grandmother’s grimoire.

{This is not a story about good witches}.

The Evil Queen lived up to her title, most of the time. She wasn’t afraid to starve her daughter {the most powerful magic is born out of pain, not comfort} so that Evie would be as beautiful as the faded picture of her step-daughter. She had no qualms with smacking the girl across the face, hard, just so long as it didn’t bruise {well, even bruising wasn’t too terrible- concealer and foundation were easy enough to make, for a witch}.

{It’s more like... a story about morally-grey misunderstood witches}.

But her daughter had shown a brilliant intelligence and a talent for witchcraft from a young age and who was she to let the art die?

From the moment Evie was born, the Evil Queen would tell her daughter stories about the Princess Who Wished to be a Witch and the story of the First Witch who saved Womankind’s Dreams. Baby Evie’s only lullaby was the lullaby of witches, as a way to protect from the darkness that liked to come crawling in with the use of magic.

{May you rise with the sun ready to make hay

May the rains come at night to wash your sins away

May you sleep with the angels sitting on your bed

May you be an hour and heaven before the Devil knows you're Dead}.

In Evie’s first years, the Queen wasn’t sure if any of it took. The girl was a perfect lady, of course- never speaking out of turn, always with her back straight and a pleasant smile, always with perfectly coiffed curls and pristine makeup- but it always seemed as if she was more interested in science and the physical world than in what dreams and tinctures could show her {the Evil Queen tried her best to stamp that out, of course. But Evie didn’t even like to eat anymore, it seemed, and the only punishment she had left at her disposal was locking the girl in the closet, which never seemed to stir her (maybe that was because the Evil Queen would still softly sing the Witch’s Lullabye outside the door- it wouldn’t do for all of her hard work to be spoiled)}.

But then one morning when they were walking through Coward’s Market- Evie was only 6 at the time- and she was knocked over by a boy {about her age, and with too much brute strength for his own good}.

Grimhilde had promised herself swift revenge on her daughter’s behalf {most likely on the boy's father, who sometimes came to her shop asking for poultices and potions to keep magic at bay- she always denied him, of course. Witches did not serve men}.

But before she could even scold the boy, tiny Evie had spat at the boy’s feet and hissed, “Go bhfaghaine bás gan an sagart.”

May you die without a priest.

{He did, eventually, die without a priest nearby, but as Evie later found out, it didn’t matter to Jay, for a number of reasons}.

When Evie turned thirteen, she was already a prodigy among witches.

She knew her great-grandmother’s grimoire like the back of her hand. She was already creating and performing complicated summoning rituals. She’d mastered the art of the cards. She was allied with a fey girl {Maleficent’s daughter, who didn’t trade in money but rather favours and milk and honey, with her wildly curling horns and cat’s eyes, was the witch’s best friend. No one asked how it came to be like that. No one really wanted to know}.

Then she discovered thread magic.

First, it had started with a witch’s ladder.

Witch’s ladders were simple charms, but until she turned thirteen, Evie hadn’t ever bothered to try one. She hadn’t had something to wish for before she turned thirteen.

Witch’s ladders were made with a length of string, a couple of feathers, and witch’s hair {Mal had silently plucked one mauve strand from her own head and handed it to Evie when she saw what the witch was doing}. A witch would tie nine knots in the strands of string and hair, both to attach them to the feathers and to activate the spell, chanting a simple rhyme as she went.

{By knot of one, my spell’s begun.

By knot of two, it will come true.

By knot of three, so may it be.

By knot of four, this power I store.

By knot of five, my spell is alive.

By knot of six, the spell I fix.

By knot of seven, the future I’ll leaven.

By knot of eight, my will be fate.

By knot of nine, what’s done is mine!}

Look, the wish wasn’t particularly complicated. She was thirteen. She just wanted Jay to like her {like, like-like her}.

{She’d untied the knots as speedily as possible- without damaging the components, that is- when he’d refused to stop following her around for a full forty-eight hours- she blushed just thinking about it (Carlos’s sad, confused eyes following the boy from a distance had also been a pretty good motivator).

Mal had just laughed when Evie tried to complain}.

Next, she’d tried simple embroidery. She’d been practising for years {her mother believed it was the ideal womanly craft- it didn’t take up too much space, and was a silent activity. Evie had hated it}.

She started with dark green pentacles on her sleeves, so small they were nearly invisible {she’d cut them off as soon as she realized she hadn’t seen Mal for a couple of days. Magic was always there, even if she couldn’t see it.

The next day, Mal had invited her to go and create some chaos. Evie had smiled and taken her offered hand}.

A purple sign, asking for beauty, stitched into a lace necklace that she wore daily.

After a mugging that left her beaten and bruised and slightly purple, she carefully embroidered a deep blue mark asking for protection into each article of clothing she owned.

She adds a crimson symbol for strength to her leather jacket and various ribbons that she ties into her hair {she uses her hair’s braids for magic too- braiding more sigils into her hair in order to ask for more blessings based on the coming day}.

And when Carlos approached her looking for a way to calm Cruella down when she was in one of her rages, Evie dived into the world of personalized sigils.

To Create a Sigil

There are several steps in creating personalized sigils. Make sure you have three or four sheets of paper, something to write with, a quiet space, and a good amount of time on your hands.

Write down your sentence. Be as specific as possible. Instead of “I wish to have more money”, one would write “I will get 300 dollars in the near future”. Instead of “I want to fall in love”, “I will fall in love with a good, kind woman who returns my feelings”.

Remove all the vowels. They’ll clutter your spell.

I will fall in love with a good, kind woman who returns my feelings

Remove repeated consonants

wll fll n lv wth gd knd wmn wh rtrns my flngs

WL F N V TH GD K M RS Y

Move the remaining consonants around. Take as long as you like, and make sure it feels right. Some witches use a grid or spiral for this step. Others just close their eyes.

VTRW LND KFYG HMS

Turn the letters into a sigil use them in whichever order you wish. Be creative, and take your time. You may feel the need to make several versions of your sigil. That’s fine too. For magic to work, it relies on intent.

-From the grimoire of Anja Grimhilde

{Evie made do with a piece of chalk, the pavement, cotton wool in her ears, and Mal standing guard

I WILL BE CALM, she wished.

She stitched it into each and every one of Cruella’s coats, one at a time, over days and weeks, using a greyish thread that blended into the inners of the coats}.

Over the next days and weeks, Carlos’s bruises faded, and they weren’t replaced.

After that, they were thick as thieves.

Of course, with Carlos came Jay, and while she blushed and stammered awkwardly for the first couple of days, eventually the four of them settled into an easy equilibrium. She also started adding sigils to their clothing, too.

She used rust-coloured thread to add a triangle of circles- peace- to Jay’s leather jacket.

A small neon green sigil for healing found its way onto Mal’s gloves {she never went anywhere without them, after that}.

She embroidered a sigil blessing Carlos with heightened agility and speed into his socks {he laughed and kissed her on the cheek. She didn’t- didn’t- go pink}.

By the year of her sixteenth birthday, Evie had a steady hand and quick fingers, and rarely ever bled out onto her material anymore.

She also ran her mother’s tea shop. It had garnered her an abundance of support amongst the other citizens of the Isle {because she was the only one who could provide women with tansy tea or Queen Anne’s lace, mostly}.

This meant that, in the week before her sixteenth birthday, she received various small gifts from all sorts of people across the Isle- a moonstone from Uma, Harry and Gil, a hand-painted deck of tarot cards from Mal, an empty leather-bound book from Carlos and Jay, and, in a twist she absolutely didn’t see coming, three strands of hair from Hades himself.

She wove them, along with Mal’s single hair from all those years ago, and several strands of her own hair, into a single piece of thread. And with that piece of thread, she spent hours stitching her most powerful sigil yet into her one good bra {so that she could always wear it}.

Her wish was simple.

I WILL GET OFF THE ISLE OF THE LOST.

She stitched the same symbol into Mal’s gloves, and Jay’s beanie, and Carlos’s jacket.

And then, on her sixteenth birthday, Maleficent told them that they were being sent to school in Auradon.

{Mal kissed her in excitement, and then pulled back, fear in her eyes. Evie had kissed her again and smiled against the fey girl’s lips}.

When they left the Isle for the last time, Mal had a deep purple bruise on her cheek, courtesy of Maleficent, who’d given it to her as a ‘polite reminder’ to make sure she found the Faerie Godmother’s magic wand.

“Is féidir leis an chéad uair eile a thagann tú, tú riamh ardú,” Evie whispered under her breath.

They didn’t use magic in Auradon.

No one did. Not the fairies, not witches, not humans. Magic had caused so much pain for the heroes of the golden age, it had become completely taboo in Auradon.

That didn’t stop Evie, though.

It made her more careful, sure. But it also made her rededicate herself to her magic {and thank the triple goddess that she did because the dirty looks that Audrey and her friends shot at them probably had enough magical intent to- at least- seriously injure someone}.

She started by adding more sigils to their wardrobe- asking the triple goddess for safe passage and putting fear into enemies, for psychic awareness and protection for my loved ones.

She hissed curses behind Audrey’s back {náire agus aithir chugat} and spat at the entrance to Mr Delay’s classroom.

Mal was less subtle.

When Chad Charming tried to force a kiss on her, Mal had punched him, hard {the Faerie Godmother had put her in detention for a week, but Mal had just rolled her eyes- she didn’t intend to be at the school for another week, let alone attend those detentions. Not that any of them intended to follow Maleficent’s plan- they weren’t idiots, Maleficent was deranged, and they hadn’t spent their entire lives wishing to get off the Isle only to be thrown back on for trying to steal a wand they didn’t need or want}.

When Doug tried to ask her on a date, Mal had kissed her for so long that they were both given demerits for bad conduct and Evie was dizzy for the need of breath {the boy didn’t mean any harm, but Mal took no shit}.

When Audrey’s lip curled and she had laughed at Evie’s covered hair on the night of the Beltane Sabbat, Mal didn’t hide her small spells causing the girl to trip or wishing her bad luck. And when Jane had found Evie in the girl’s bathroom {the only adequate place for the rites Evie could find in the one day she’d had to prepare} at midnight on the Sabbat and tried to interrupt her, Mal had pulled her away without breaking Evie’s concentration {she didn’t know what Mal had said to the poor girl, but Jane burst into tears every time Evie got too close}.

They planned to run the day after Ben’s coronation- when the entire city was relaxed, and the day was passed, and no one was thinking too seriously about the four charity cases back at the school.

Evie used the time leading up to the coronation to make each of them a carefully designed outfit, lined with runes to keep them warm or cool and safe and dry and clean. She stitched mostly in the Witching Hour by only the light of the moon, and wouldn’t let anyone else even touch her work {she assigned Mal the much easier task of sewing their outfits for the coronation, and makes sure that she’ll have time to add some protection before they’re surrounded by people who are terrified by their parents}.

{Jay used the time to make as much money as possible- he nicked it out of the heroes’ overflowing pockets and rolled his eyes when they didn’t miss it.

Carlos stocked up on food, stealing non-preservatives from the cafeteria during lunch for Mal to charm and cans of vegetables and beans and pasta from the kitchen while Evie was sewing.

Mal, their strategist, planned their escape. The route went through three towns and then out to the moors where her mother’s wall of thorns still kept everyone out and involved splitting up and glamors and leaving false trails.

All four of them tried their best to fade into the background of Auradon Prep, but it was difficult. Jay and Carlos helping to win the tourney match didn’t make it any easier}.

The night before the coronation was a full moon, and the four of them snuck out to the Enchanted Lake. They found the shallowest part of the lake, where they could all stand comfortably, and, under Evie’s instruction, formed a circle. As they stood there, shivering in the water, hands joined, Evie began to chant.

Anseo táimid ag seasamh

Lámh ar láimh

Atá ar dochloíte, banna gan briseadh

Lig a gcumhachtaí breosla mo chuid féin

Leis na focail seo, tá ár gcumhachtaí éis fás

Three times, her mother’s voice hissed in her ear, magic works in threes. So she called the spell twice more, and then let the circle break, panting heavily.

Jay and Carlos’s eyes were wide, and Mal’s skin was glowing pale blue in the moonlight. She smiled and softly kissed her girlfriend, unable to resist the pretty sight.

They collected as much water as they could carry back with them and slipped back into the school, all four of them in the girls’ room. Evie put on the kettle, filled with one of the flasks of water, and brewed each of them a cup of white tea- thick with the scent of lavender. They sat in silence and drank their tea, before turning in- Mal and Evie crammed onto Evie’s bed, and Jay and Carlos on Mal’s.

The day of the coronation dawned with a peculiar sense of excitement- this was the final step of escaping the Isle- after this, all they would need to do was escape Auradon.

Evie braided knots of safety and protection into her hair, along with Mal and Jay’s. She double-checked every sigil and rune, all of which were blended into the outfits so perfectly they were all but impossible to spot. Lastly, she handed out the jewellery she’d secretly commissioned for the four of them- bracelets for Jay, cufflinks for Carlos, a delicate hairpiece for Mal, and a tiara and ruby necklace for herself. The pieces had cost all of what she’d managed to earn of the Isle of the Lost over the years, but they were immensely powerful conduits.

The four of them slipped into the upper level of the church, perfectly content to watch in silence as the new king was crowned {Ben was a good man, and he would be a good king. That didn’t mean that the four of them wanted to hang around and see it and risk getting shipped back}.

Of course, no preparation magic that Evie could perform was strong enough to keep someone else’s plan at bay.

Jane, who was in the front row next to where her mother would be seated later in the ceremony, snatched the magic wand right out of the Faerie Godmother’s hands.

“I can do magic,” she insisted, tearful, even as the wand rebelled at her touch. Mal’s eyes widened with a horrible look of realization and Evie wondered again what she’d said to the girl the night of Beltane.

But then Mal hitched up her skirts and pushed her way through the crowd, while people closer to Jane just stared in horror. Evie followed her and could feel Jay and Carlos right behind her.

As they ran towards the centre of the church where Mal was already wrestling with Jane for the wand, dark clouds began to cover the sky. Evie watched with trepidation as a dark shape shattered the glass ceiling of the chapel and landed on the dais at the same time that Mal managed to finally wrest the wand from Jane’s hand.

“I was being cruel, Jane,” her girlfriend tried to explain, “to keep you away from Evie. There are ways to learn magic, but you can’t start with a powerful object like this. It’s dangerous.”

Maleficent cackled.

“Oh yes, very dangerous,” she faerie agreed, and Evie shuddered at the sound of her voice, rasping and cold. She waved her staff, almost casually, and the Beast, who’d been running into an attack, slammed headfirst into an invisible wall. When Ben tried the same- he hit the wall too.

Maleficent wanted an audience.

Evie reached up to her hair, slowly and carefully, and pulled it loose. Without drawing attention, she tied a single knot into plucked a couple of strands from her head and brought them down behind her back.

She tied a single knot into them.

By knot of one, my spell’s begun.

“But only for weak little girls like you. My daughter's a good actress, isn’t she? Isn’t she?” she questioned more thoroughly when Jane didn’t respond. The girl squeaked in fear and nodded frantically.

She tied a second knot.

By knot of two, it will come true.

“Pathetic,” she murmured, and then turned towards Mal- “the wand, Maleficent.” Mal winced at her given name.

By knot of three, so may it be.

“No,” her girlfriend protested, “Leave us out of this, mother. Go back to the Isle. Don't make this a problem.”

By knot of four, this power I store.

“It’s already a problem if you’re defying me,” Maleficent hissed with fury, “Clearly I didn’t discipline you well enough.” Evie thought about all the times she’d had to cast healing spells over Mal and wondered what Maleficent thought counted as well enough.

By knot of five, my spell is alive.

“The wand, Mal, give me the wand!”

Mal shook her head, and several curls fell loose from her braids.

By knot of six, the spell I fix.

“And what’s stopping me from taking it from you, you silly girl?” Maleficent questioned, and her voice was vicious.

By knot of seven, the future I’ll leaven.

“Us,” Evie said, finding her voice, stepping up next to her girlfriend {Maleficent hadn’t even considered her, Carlos, and Jay as big enough threats to wall them in. Her mistake}.

By knot of eight, my will be fate.

“You? A hedgewitch? A street rat and a puppy? What can you do?” Maleficent asked scornfully.

By knot of nine, what’s done is mine!

“Enough,” Evie told her, as Ben finally managed to break through the barrier Maleficent had set up and sent her crashing to the floor.

They waited in worried silence for her to stand up and try to fight, but she never did.

Evie dropped her witch’s ladder and pulled Mal tight against her. She could feel the wand pulsing with foreign magic- Mal’s magic- against her chest like a second heartbeat.

Mal sighed into her and hugged back just as tightly, an arm reaching out to pull Carlos and Jay into the hug as well.

The four of them stood there, quiet and content until they heard a cough from up on the dais.

“I hate to interrupt, but-” Ben interjected, confused, “what just happened?”

“We stopped Maleficent,” Evie told him, frowning. “We’re safe.”

“I didn’t hit her hard enough to kill her,” Ben insisted, and Evie’s face softened in realization.

“No, you didn’t,” she reassured him.

“The last time I saw her, I put an old curse on her- next time you fall, may you never rise. It’s a witch’s curse.”

She made eye contact with Mal from the corner of her eye.

“I’m sorry,” she told her girlfriend. Maleficent was an evil bitch, but she was still Mal’s mother.

Mal shook her head, and pulled Evie, Carlos and Jay closer, burying her head in their necks.

Several years later, the four of them sat in a cave on the moors. They’d disappeared from Auradon as soon as possible- albeit with permission and help from the crown. Now, they were waiting for the witching hour in a cave high on the nearby tor.

They sat in a circle of chalk, around a thin silver candle. It burnt, oddly enough, with a blue flame.

Mother goddess, hear my plea,

By the love of these three,

Let there be a babe for me.

It was her first English spell- because it was the first one she’d written herself.

But she had a good feeling about this one.

#mal/evie #disney descendants #descendants fanfiction #mal & evie & carlos & jay #witch!evie #threadwitch!evie

[brokengem]

Day One - The Grinch - Gilvie

Fandom: Descendants Pairing: Gil/Evie Summary:  “That girl will never learn, keeping riffraff like you as friends. She’ll forever be a disappointment.”

Leaving nothing but a little bit of destruction in her wake, Gil picks up the pieces. 

Warnings: Angst with a Happy End. Minor Verbal Abuse/Humilation. Evie gets hurt. Minor blood mention. totally didn’t forget my warnings Notes: Yeah. Yeah. I’m a day behind. This little fic went through a bunch of little rewrites before I got to the point where I liked it. I also sadly had stuff happen yesterday that put me back a day. Day two and three will be done tomorrow(hopefully).  Coming Up Next: Jay/Audrey

The holidays in Auradon were a lot different than Gil was used to. So much more cheerful and colorful with decorations of all kinds and brilliant light displays everywhere. In all his years alive, he was feeling his happiest this season. 

He was even happy that his dad was off the Isle with his wives and the twins. They even managed to  help the old man with building their cabin in the woods. Gil was actually pretty excited to visit and see what they’d done with the place for the holidays. He was sure his mom and her sisters had gone the extra mile to make it decent now that they were able to get their hands on proper decorations. 

With a cheerful tone slipping from his lips, Gil made his way to Evie’s castle. He had only been there two days earlier, watching as Uma, Dizzy and Celia helped her with the tree. The quartet singing Christmas songs on the top of their lungs before Evie shooed Carlos, Jay, Harry and himself out to rig up the lights. 

And if there was one person he’d like to meet his mother it was her. 

As he broke through the trees, her castle finally entered his view. His smile wilted just slightly at the sight. The string of lights they had worked on were torn from their hooks, dangling solemnly against the castle. The wreaths Evie and Dizzy had taken the time to handcraft were tossed harshly on the ground. 

“Evie?” He called, picking up one of the discarded wreaths, gently brushing a finger against what was left of a blue bow. 

“You continue to be useless, my dear,” the door opened revealing the evil queen Grimhilde. Her eyes found him and he could only offer a confused smile as they narrowed dangerously. 

She scoffed, wrapping a black and purple scarf around her neck, “That girl will never learn, keeping riffraff like you as friends. She’ll forever be a disappointment.”

For once Gil couldn’t find words as he watched the older woman walk pass. He scolded himself as she disappeared among the trees. There were plenty he had wanted to say to her and yet words had managed to escape him. 

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he turned back to the castle, he had more important things to worry about. 

He entered and took in the bits of carnage the evil queen had left in her wake. 

Evie’s pristine kitchen looked as though a bomb had been dropped in it’s center. Various foods littered the floor, some with mushed footprints. The cake Uma and Celia had baked two days prior was nothing more than a chocolate mess on the wall. It looked like the queen had thrown a full blown tantrum. Gil worried over what other disasters were to be found in the house, but he still had to find Evie and knew where she would most likely be. 

A small part of him hoped and prayed that her little sanctuary had been spared of the evil queen’s wrath. 

The carnage was far worse than he expected as he froze in the doorway to Evie’s studio. Evie’s favorite sewing machine had been thrown to the ground a few pieces broken and scattered around it. Pages from her sketchbooks had been ripped to shreds with barely a chance to save them. Torn dresses and other various clothing Evie had been working were thrown about. 

The Christmas tree the girls had worked so hard to decorate was laid to waste on its side. Stray pieces of popcorn and broken ornament pieces surrounded the blue haired girl sobbing on the floor. 

“Evie?” 

A choked sobbed escaped her as she folded in on herself, clinging tightly to something just out of sight. 

“Evie, you have to get up slowly, okay?” he tried to smile, despite how small and broken she looked. 

Another sob racked through the girls body, “she...she ruined everything. Destroyed everything. I’m useless. Worthless. Why did I even bother?”

He could just barely make out her soft words in between each sob. Gil watched as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around a star shaped ornament missing one of it’s tips. It was one of the ornaments Dizzy and Celia had made in the colors representing everyone. Evie’s hand closed around the primarily red and black star, dragging the broken piece meant to signify Harry closer. Her lap already filled with a mixture of blues and whites and reds and earthly tones. Evie hugged them as close as possible, not caring that some of the more pointed ends were pricking her skin. 

“I shouldn’t have agreed,” she whispered to herself, fingers playing with the star he recognized as his. “I should have gone back to the Isle instead. It’s my fault.”

Gil tried to get her attention once more, finally finding the will to move. He took a step forward, being careful to not destroy any more of her things. 

The horrific yell that escaped her froze him once more. He could only watch as she screamed through her sobs. 

“It’s my fault!”

Before he could even think to stop her, Evie slammed her hand against the floor. The broken shards embedded into her skin as she pulled back harshly, blood dribbling down from her palm. 

“Evie!” 

He stopped caring about the damage he’d cause and crossed the room to her, the stars fell from her lap as he hoisted her up into his arms. Evie cradled her bleeding hand to her chest, sobbing into the vest as he barrelled down the hall and into the nearest bathroom. 

A quick prayer was sent to Hades for the empty house as Gil set the girl down on the closed toilet seat. 

“What were you thinking?” 

Evie’s sniffles were his only reply as he searched for the first aid kit. She didn’t move besides extending her hand out for him when he silently asked. Gil hated seeing her like this; eyes all red and puffy, tears streaming down her red cheeks. He had never seen her look so defeated. 

He apologized the second she hissed in pain as he pulled the first ornament piece from her hand. 

“You know, I wanted to ask you something,” he smiled at her, trying to get her mind off what happened as he continued to take out piece by piece. “It’s gonna be silly but do you want to come visit my family with me? My mom’s really excited to meet you. Of course, I can’t stop rambling about you so of course she’s curious. Even dad’s kind of excited. The twins just want to see you again. I may have to fend them off with sticks. “

His smile grew as a soft huff escaped her from between her sniffles. 

“You may think I’m joking,” he gave her a toothy grin, “but I’m not. There, all done.” 

He’d dabbed the peroxide on as gently as he could and wrapped her hand. She made no move to take it out of his grasp. Taking a chance, he pulled her up and wrapped his arms tightly around her smaller frame. 

“Don’t listen to your mom, okay. She doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about. You’re the best, Evie. Don’t let her bring you down. She’s just a...a...what’s the name of that green guy from the movie you like?”

“The Grinch?” Evie mumbled against his chest. 

He gave her a squeeze, “exactly! She’s just a grinch. Trying to ruin your holiday. Don’t let her.” 

Worry crept over him as her body began to shake. Gil wondered if maybe he’d said something wrong. Just as he went to ask, Evie laughed. Her forehead rested against his chest as she continued. He joined her, happy to finally hear the sound. 

“You can’t just call my mother the grinch,” she mumbled. 

He gave her side a poke, “Course I can. You know I’m right.”

She hummed, pulling herself free from his arms. He continued to smile down at her until she returned it with one of her own. It didn’t quite reach her eyes like it usually did but he’d take it. 

Evie sighed, looking down at her bandaged hand, “I should start cleaning up this mess before the others all get back.”

Gil caught her uninjured hand before she could escape, “it’ll be quicker with two.” 

A smile returned to her lips as she looped her arm around his, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

#descendants #gilvie #gil legume #evie grimhilde #evie x gil #gil x evie #25 days of christmas #gaelle writes

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Descendants: Family Business- an AU on Descendants where Ben’s proclamation was shot down and by the time its brought back, the villains grandchildren are the ones brought over to Auradon.

"Am I crazy? Maybe we could happen. Yeah. Will you still be with me, when all the magic's run out?"

Fairen Grimhilde, son of Evie Grimhilde and Grandson of the Evil Queen.

Look and behave exactly like a prince and marry a princess with a family-in-law wing, that's all sixteen year old Fairen Grimhilde has been raised to do on the Isle of the Lost, with expectations always put on him from both his mother and grandmother, let alone being forced to learn how to act like a prince between learning fashion and make up, with the only breaks of freedom he manages to get being when he causes chaos with his friends, expectations almost gone when he hangs out with them, at least until he returns home and is told he messed up his hair in the process.

His families dreams are almost true when the proclamation of a life time summons Fairen and his friends to Auradon, with Fairen being told to simply find a princess with a family-in-law ring and lots and lots of mirrors. Equipped with his families magic mirror shard, the plan to free the villains should go smoothly, right? Wrong, soon enough, Auradon starts to break through all of them, and Fairen soon finds he's not falling for a princess as expected....instead, hes fallen for a Prince.....the very soon-to-be King of Auradon himself, Prince Alexander.

#disney descendants #descendants #descendants family business #family business #fanfiction #OCs #aesthetics #fairen #(aka the definition of gay panic)

[rosietrace]

The house of Shard: Shard manor

{ + Additional stuff to add to the aesthetic }

"Now I know she'll never leave me, even as she fades from view."

- Evermore sung by Dan Stevens, Beauty and the beast (2017)

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Information:

Known as one of the most prominent noble families in twisted wonderland, the house of Shard continues to sit on their throne as an important member of noble society.

For centuries, the clan has birthed some of the most successful historical figures, spouses of historical figures, and children of historical figures.

Many nobles say that the thing that sets the clan apart from other noble families are their sense of "ambition". And being able to achieve said ambition.

But at the same time, their ambition led to to the demise of several members of the clan. Most famously being Amarantha Shard. Yet at the same time, members of such a clan embrace their ambitious ways despite how much it could cost their lives.

Another thing that set them apart was the conspiracies regarding their beauty. For whatever reason, the Shards used to always managed to fit the beauty standards of their respective time periods. Of course for whatever reason, this stopped after Alcina's reign as the matriarch.

As of now, the house of Shard continues to flourish under the tenacious rule of Florian Adelio Shard and his wife, Vivian Athanasia Marigold. And as said by many, it seems the future of the house lies within its "resident villainess",

Victoria Shard.

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{ Quotes that fit the house of Shard }

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"If you know someone's fear, you know them."

"Anyone can betray anyone."

"The truth is what you make it. I can set this world on fire and call it rain."

- Red Queen, Victoria Aveyard

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"If I can't become them, I will become so much worse."

"You've only seen the least of what I can do."

"Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear."

- The folk of the air, Holly Black

•

"Better terrible truths than kind lies."

"Suffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough. You'll learn to like the taste."

"Fear is a phoenix. You can watch it burn a thousand times. And it will still return."

- Six of crows duology, Leigh Bardugo

•

"Everything's a game. The only thing we get to decide in this life is if we play to win."

"Secrets, lies, all I despise. The tree is poison, don't you see? Its poisoned S and Z and me. The evidence I stole, is in the darkest hole. Light shall reveal all I write upon the..."

"A very risky gamble,"

- The inheritance games, Jennifer Lynn Barnes

•

"Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway."

- The one, Keira Cass(Third book of the selection trilogy)

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{ Songs }

The family jewels

Money money money

Everybody wants to rule the world

Oh no!

Are you satisfied?

Skyfall

House of memories

Enemy

Doin' time

National anthem(Money is the reason we exist)

Young and beautiful

Look what you made me do

Below the surface

Teen idle

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Members(Most known, not including spouses) (also not in order)

Ramona, Aubrey, Renée, Amarantha

Reginald, Derrick, Leonard

Cheryl, Annabella, Alcina

Grimhilde, Florian, Victoria( Heiress )

Species

Glass Faerie

Humans mixed with glass fae blood

Fae mixed with witch blood(1st generation)

Humans mixed with witch blood(short-lived 2nd generation)

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #victoria shard #oc lore #shard lore #shard family history #twisted wonderland ocs #aubrey shard #grimhilde shard #florian shard #vivian marigold #amarantha shard #ramona shard #cheryl shard #annabella shard #ya books have some good quotes tbh

[ravenqueenlover]

Raven: * singing beautifully* oh sleep baby girl for-

- Mira shards comes in-

- raven instantly stops singing-

Mira: we’re you just singing

Raven. Nervously: Uh no don’t be ridiculous I cannot sing mira

Mira: * sassily* mhm can’t sing my [ censored]

Raven: seriously I can’t!

Mira, sincere: how come you haven’t tried my little birdie So go on try

Raven: * takes a deep breath* ok

- Raven was about to sing until the good king came in-

Good king: Birdie * see’s mira* hello Grimhilde my dearest * kisses her cheek*

- raven quickly clears her throat -

Mira/GK: * gives her attention* yes Birdie

Raven: as I was saying I can’t sing mom and I never will again

Mira: Birdie At least try here how about this I’ll put up a sound proof barrier so no one outside this room will hear only us ok

Raven: * sighs* ok

- Mira puts up the sound proof barrier so raven can sing-

Mira: there that should do it ready Rae

Raven: as ready as I’ll ever be

GK: ok You got this

- Mira and The good king take a seat-

Raven: * thinking* ok I got this just sing as if your alone in the music room yea ok phew I got this * stops thinking*

- 15 minutes later raven still hasn’t said a word-

Mira/GK: * look at each other in worry then look back at raven*

Mira: * concerned* um Birdie

Raven : * shakes her head out of thoughts and looks at her mom* y-yes mom

Mira: um you can start now if you’d like

Raven: * takes a deep breath* ok I’m ready

A/N: I’m making up words ok

Raven: * singing beautifully* take me up to the world Cause you know how I feel about the world ohh * holds the word yeah* Yeah darling take me away so I can see the fate of the world oh my yeah let’s take a ship and sail

Mira/GK: * stare in awe and shock* wow

[hoistsails]

—–    @grimhilde​ said :       ❛  i  don’t  want  to  be  soft  anymore  .  i  want  to  be  bloody  knuckles  and  glass  shards  and  i  want  people  to  be  afraid  of  hurting  me  .  ❜

        "   you don’t want to be soft anymore ?   then don’t .   ”     with firm hands ,   she grips evie’s shoulders and holds her in place ,   maintaining the eye contact that the princess had tried so hard to avoid until now .   harriet holds her still and leans in close ,   because it’s about damn time the girl heard this .     “   the world is cruel and the world has teeth and it will bite you without hesitation .   it’s hungry and it eats and eats mindlessly .   are you just gonna let it eat you too ?   ”     

          she shakes evie gently for emphasis .     “   no ,   you aren’t .   they will always doubt you because of that softness ,   so sharpen your teeth and bite them back .    make them all regret laying a finger on you .   ”

not accepting !

#harriet vc KILL :clap: THEM :clap: SIS #grimhilde

[choicelesshope-aa]

venomously sweet.

plotted starter.  |  @serpent-tongued-lie​

It’s hard to keep secrets when your entire world barely implies you and another person living in the same place. Genevieve knows about that. How words could fill your life with a never-ending supply of stories about conquest and glory; about power and beauty. Of men from far away lands falling to his knees only to admire the sweet curve of your smile and the way a crown could feel light and infinite sitting in the top of your head. But while the notion of unsaid things could seem unlikely in a place where silence isn’t among the customs of its residents, a single secret could feel like an invisible thorn you fight to free yourself from: not entirely painful, but almost infernal the longer it’s attached to your skin and the inside of your mind.  

And well, that ended tonight.

Her escape had been quite simple, unsuspected thanks to the belief of a mother about her perfect child never daring to act on such impulses. Not running in the woods with stolen goods in her bag, not sitting next to the river with intents escaping her expectations. Not crossing that line she had worked so hard to hide from her: that one gold trace that meant a threat against her former self and could mean the end of her naivety; her childhood years. But all things considered, maybe her greatest mistake had been to fear what her daughter could become, and if she had been there when power started to flow from her delicate hands ( beautifully dangerous, sharply enchanting ), perhaps Grimhilde would have taken the wise decision to turn around and escape the upcoming storm. Leave before she realized what happens when the world started to obey a young woman’s every whim, and the delight that comes with it.

“Woah…” She gasped with eyes shining and parted lips watching the consequence of her actions. Not grasping the concept of power just yet, but simply taking in in the spectacle of water turned in crystal shards and the million faces akin to hers looking back from there. “I did it. God, I did it.” She kept repeating to herself, loving eyes memorizing her production as artists do with their final work. Wishing even that just like the river could be stopped and paralyzed mid-air so could this moment be captured in time. But not only it couldn’t, it was also about to be interrupted by a noise from behind her back that made her stop and turn around with fear gripping her excited heart.

It couldn’t be mother, isn’t it? It couldn’t be mother, not now.

“Who’s… who’s there!” Quick she arose to her feet, looking around for the source of it ( if it even existed, of course ). “Come on now, show yourself. Please...?”

#cordacomminuta #can you blame me? i never got no love ; evie #pending verse. #here it is!!!! omg i hope its alright but do tell me if you need me to add or modify anything!! #it feels so great to write again aaa

[fableshqrp]

“Ah it was colder than ice; it penetrated his very heart. ”

—  BASICS   —

NAME: The Snow Queen AGE:  Twenty-eight OCCUPATION: Business Marketer [ negotiable ] STORY: The Snow Queen — IN SHORT  — having worked her way up into one of the top business companies the Snow Queen has yet to put her past behind her.  Late at night, The Snow Queen is sure she can feel the pull of the Oppunger and perhaps she's not as free as she wants to be. Only time will tell just what kind of residue is left and just what effect that will have.

+  hauntingly beautiful, intelligent, persistent

-  cold, ruthless, intimidating

— HISTORY  — Winter personified, the Snow Queen is not someone who usually makes friends. It was a lonely existence. Living alone in her ice castle the Snow Queen was not known to be welcoming of intruders. Until Kai. The child who already had half a frozen heart, due to getting mirror shards in his eye, seemed to be the best option. With just a kiss that went right to his half-frozen heart, the Snow Queen had a companion. One without feelings or emotions, that just was. But even that didn't last. Rescued by his friend the boy was whisked away. Alone once more, the Snow Queen felt her icy demeanor grew harder and colder.  Tasked with the job of bringing the seasons, The Snow Queen alongside the other season witches rotated throughout the lands. Like clockwork, they rotated from their castles to the other.  Until Jack Horner came into her life. Falling ill the first time in years, The Snow Queen bestowed her powers to Jack on the promise he'd return them. Developing feelings was not her strongest point. She trusted him. When it turned out that Jack had no intentions of giving them back, Jack Horner becameJack Frost.  Taking all of the other season's witches to strip the boy of her powers, The Snow Queen's already cold heart had frozen over yet again. With her powers back, The Snow Queen's winters were harsher, colder and crueler. 

Years passed and the Snow Queen's heart grew worse. Emotional and cold she forgot exactly what feelings were.  But things were only going to grow worse. When the Oppunger came to the lands to conquer, neither of the season witches was strong enough to defeat him. Try as she might the Snow Queen was outmatched and outnumbered. Managing to strike a deal with the conquered, The Snow Queen dutifully agreed to serve in exchange for her world being spared. While the others were busy fleeing, the Snow Queen was busy taking over the lands, leading the charge and using those she conquered for her benefit. But when it became clear she was being used, dosed with a spell, The Snow Queen sought her revenge. Destroying several encampments of the Oppunger's armies, the Snow Queen left frost and barren tundras in her wake as she made her way to the mundane world. Now a new arrival, the Snow Queen isn't sure where she fits in and still after breaking the spell isn't quite sure the pull to the Oppunger is free. At times she almost swears she can hear his voice in her head. But she's determined to make this new world work, regardless of what side she's on or not on. But her heart is hardly the beating thing it was and that changed her. For better or for worse. Finding herself a job, the Snow Queen took her ruthless nature and applied to into marketing the fable community and businesses. it's a dog eat dog world after all.

— CONNECTIONS  —

X  Red Queen X  Queen Grimhilde X  Prince Charming X  Captain Hook

SNOW QUEEN  IS OPEN. PORTRAYED BY FC AMBER HEARD  [ NEGOTIABLE ].  AND HIS/HER SUGGESTED FCs ARE: NATALIE DORMER, KATHERYN WINNICK, ZOE SALDANA, and JULIANNE HOUGH

#snow queen rp #fairytale rp #new rp #ouat rp #disney rp #semi appless rp #fables rp

[anditsxsorrows-archive]

Murder House App

mun name / age: Tricia / 29 muse name / age: Evie Grimhilde / 19 face claim: Sofia Carson reason for ending up stuck in le murder house: Whilst on a murder tour, Evie took it upon herself to sneak into the ‘Murder House.’ While checking herself out in the mirror (as her hair looked fabulous that day), it fell upon her. When the mirror shattered the shards severed her jugular artery and she bled out and died.

~ @inherited-vanity welcome! - accepted !

#apps #gv; murder house #submission

[nixrambles]

Mirror, Mirror on the Floor

Okay, so now I’ve let Evie run around my head for a few hours, and here it is, how Grimhilde produced a daughter that would ultimately disappoint her:

Evie only ever knew to care about her looks. 

In her mother’s eyes, there is nothing beyond your appearance. No one cares about your brains or your personality. Just take that fool of a king who married her when his first wife died. He believed that anyone as beautiful as she surely had to be the perfect wife and mother to his precious daughter. And she was. Until said daughter surpassed her in beauty. Then she had to be gotten rid of. Grimhilde never had an opinion on Snow White one way or another, until the day her Mirror warned her that the girl would be more loved and adored than she. That was when action had to be taken.

So although Grimhilde never forgave Maleficent for taking rule over the Isle away from her, she also used that as time to prepare her own form of revenge. To raise a daughter who would surpass everyone (bar herself) in beauty, grace and all that was needed to rule a kingdom. So when the day came that a new battle for the Isle started, it would be her own daughter who reigned supreme based upon her beauty alone.

Sadly though, ten years of being locked in a castle with only shards of a Magic Mirror to speak to (and a daughter who is a constant disappointment) can do things to your mind. So a Queen who once instilled fear in the hearts of anyone unlucky enough to find their way into her kingdom was reduced to a woman refusing to acknowledge her own ageing process whom spoke to herself in other voices as though Magic was still real in this place and could lie to her about how fair she truly was.

It was in this castle that Evie was raised from the age of 6. For ten long years she learnt and mirrored her mother’s beauty rituals -- ointment, to make you fresh; to shroud your wrinkles, pale concealer; to brighten your cheeks, a dusting of rouge; for luscious hair, a thousand brush strokes; a gulp-full of air to fill your stomach, a breathy voice to lure any man; and now, you are ready for the day -- believing that this truly was all there was to life. For ten long years she watched her mother’s slow descent further and further into madness, terrified that one day she too would awake and begin speaking to the imperfect reflection staring back at her.

At least for her, life wasn’t as bad as the dog that lived at Hell Hall with Cruella. How that poor animal had survived as long as it had astounded Evie. But she never had much time to ponder its existence. There was always something she could be doing to perfect herself: applying more mascara, plucking the monobrow that her mother was always pointing out, or learning how to become the perfect wife to the prince that she would some day meet and marry. The only joy Evie ever felt in life was creating clothing. There was something about the feel of material running through her hands as she pictured something fit for a princess (or a queen) in her mind and watched it become a reality.

Ten years is a long time. Especially when you have spent most of it hiding in a castle. So when Grimhilde decides that Evie has been hidden away long enough (she vaguely remembers a birthday party and a curse spat by a spiteful girl with purple hair) to actually look presentable for society, she sends her off to her first day of school. Before she leaves, she ensures her daughter looks perfect -- well, as perfect as a girl who is too tall to be petite, but too short to be considered regal can be -- because the Evil Queen will not allow anyone to ever say she spawned anything less than the second fairest of them all (she will always remain fairest, no matter what that lying Mirror told her).

Of course we all know about those disastrous first few days at school for Evie. Her mother may not remember the true reason for their exile, but it would appear faeries really do know how to hold a grudge and when they curse you for an eternity, they mean eternity.

Fast forward to Auradon then, and suddenly Evie is surrounded by all the people she has been raised to believe she should be living with - peppy princesses and perfect princes. But this is not the fairytale life she imagined, as Audrey so pleasantly pointed out, an evil queen has no royal standing in this world, and therefore, neither does Evie. At first, she is devastated. All her life this girl was raised to believe that the only things about her that made her worthy were her title and her appearance. Now the first has been stripped from her in a flippant comment and the second is something she has never been confident about to begin with. Surrounded by all these beautiful princesses, how can she compete?

Evie never fit in on the Isle, perhaps due to the fact that the majority of her life was spent locked away from the villainous, lecherous crowd or perhaps due to the fact that whilst her mother was a powerful force to be feared in her previous life; when she was brought back from the dead and stuck on that island, all she cared about was how beautiful she was and never really took the time to teach her daughter the more evil techniques that she had used to get where she wanted originally. So in Auradon, Evie is the first of the Core Four to realise that life here can (and will) be so much better than it ever was back on the Isle. Sure, they have to get the wand and give it to Maleficent and then evil will take over again, but until then, she can enjoy the simple joys and luxuries that come with living in fairytale perfection.

So after Maleficent is turned into a tiny lizard, it is Evie who celebrates the loudest that good has won. Of course she is happy to be with her friends, these three people (two of whom started as her biggest tormentors) mean the most to her in the world; but it is meeting Doug and realising that beauty is not just skin deep (and that her intellect is so much more attractive to him than her face) that makes her happiest here.

When they have to return to the Isle and retrieve the talismans, the only person more reticent to go back than her is Carlos, but his reservations are based solely on the fear of his mother. Evie on the other hand, has found happiness and would be quite content to forget the Isle ever existed or that she had a life before this one of comfort and joy. When they come back, having successfully thwarted their parents again, she wants to destroy the talismans straight away. From everything she has seen of magic, the only conclusion Evie can come to from it, is that it is evil. Even if someone thinks they are using it for good, she can see how it will eventually lead them down a darker path and so she wants nothing to do with it.

That is why she is so worried about Mal. Her best friend is using magic more and more now, even just for little things that really should be done without the use of it. And Evie becomes scared. She knows that of all the VKs, Mal is the one struggling the hardest with this whole “being good” thing. Choosing good was so easy for all of them, but as she is starting to see, there is still a huge leap between choosing good and remaining that way. And Evie is terrified that this girl she has grown to love like a sister in such a short amount of time will turn her backs on all of them and carry on in her mother’s footsteps. Just like Maleficent wanted all along.

Evie prays to whatever good forces are out there that it will never get to that point. Because she knows she will always choose good over evil. Even if that means she has to destroy her best friend.

#evie grimhilde #evie descendants #queen grimhilde #mal bertha #mal #maleficent #carlos de vil #cruella de vil #disney descendants #descendants #products of our parents