#𝔣𝔞𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰.

indie , semi-selective , semi-active mumu of disney’s descendants original characters. here you will find character from both sides of the pond ━ auradon and the isle ━ and the struggled that come with it. this blog will focus on the darker side of disney’s franchise descendants. possible triggers are listed on each characters biography , for yourself blog the tags if necessary                               [ ex. nothing fancy just ‘ tw blank ’ or ‘ blank tw ’ ]

He didn’t understand the codfish comment. But his face remained passive as ever as he tried to figure it out. It was surely an insult of some sort, but he just didn’t understand where it came from. So for now he ignored it as long as it didn’t come up again.

“Or, or we don’t, and find a different game to play. Ever heard of parchisi?”

there’s some irritation as he’s beginning to back out, but another game might suffice. ❝ i do know of parchisi. ❞ knowing of and know how to play are two completely different things though. plenty of board games was ashore the banks of neverland, and penelope collects anything she can find.

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“I may be able to do a backflip, but I think that is as far off the ground as I am comfortable going.” It was a slight lie, he liked parkour, but when he was off the ground there, he had a goal for where his feet were going to hit. It was necessarily the height that made him nervous, it was the not coming down part.

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Lucien wasn’t really the type to end up in clubs, even if he was ever left to his own devices. It wasn’t really his choice though. An acquaintance had him tag along because he’d gone to them for a reason not to go home. That had been a bad idea. He barely handled the general bustle of the Isle, this certainly passed the threshold of too much for the half-undead who spent his formative years isolated with only his father and Creeper. “Hey, how do you get out of here,” the question was really more for himself than anyone near him, because logically he knew how to get out he just couldn’t get his brain to function with the overload of sound and people and remember it and actually attempt to get there.

the caterpillar club doesn’t lived up to its name under kitty’s management. that responsibilities falls onto shuang & the yu-dragon clan , but neither parties commit to the unspoken duties to upkeep the place. enforcing rules wasn’t something the 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 was capable of ━ disorder & disfunction felt much better. traffic was pretty slow so she resorts to eavesdropping on phasing in conversations. steal this , stab them , blackmail. then ━ “ hey, how do you get out of here,”  ━ nothing better than someone who talks to themselves. this was the kind of company kitty could enjoy. 

she would have run into him sooner or later, to which one she didn’t know what she preferred. it was dangerous to come into the jungle alone - he was dangerous, and that was right up her alley.

“don’t get your tail in a twist kitty,” her painted black lips pulled into a smirk. “i’m only going for a walk,” leaves and twigs crunched under her boots, the smell of decay strong through her nose. “there’s not much harm i can do to a jungle like this,”

kitty, great. ❝ that’s what all they all say. ❞ and just like what should be the dream oasis for some is a litter box for everyone else. it was so infuriating whenever they stroll through aimlessly. if sanjay had it his way, there wouldn’t be any visitors coming out alive. 

❝ when your home is a trashcan you protect what survives the filth. ❞ no surprise when the crunching intense, and he’s tagging along for the stride.