Kids of The Isle

Give me a dark twisted Isle with starving children and Crime all over Give me villains who amassed so much power that they rule their territory with an iron fist and thirst for vengeance. give me struggling sidekicks who did their best to be good, but were dragged back into servitude because of the beast. Give me children born out of a need for labour, or out of lack of control, give me unwanted orphans and kids who begged to be let inside, but they can’t they disobeyed, they acted out, and now they are left at the mercy of scar and his pride. Give me Kids who flock to Yen sid’s door, because at least there is food and shelter and someone who at least pretends to care. Give me a maleficent who rules the isle pretending to have even a sliver of magic left, who trains all the children too be evil, because one day, one day she’ll be free, and when that day comes, child soldiers will be very useful.

give me a Lost revenge pirate crew who band together for protection not vengeance, give me  ship that’s falling apart, and it’s cold in the winter, and there’s that leak that causes below deck to constantly be covered in a thin layer of water, but at least Their parents aren’t there, at least they are safe for a few nights. Give me a bunch of Girls who Gaston didn’t want banding together like their own girl gang, the oldest among them acting like their mother who ran away so long ago.

Give me lions who are human during the days, and animals at night, constantly shifting against their will in order to ‘protect’ the humans on the isle. Give me screams at every sunset, representing the pain an entire pride of lions go through at their bones elongate and the skin is stretched, because of a spell done long ago that takes away their agency over their bodies.

Give me Uma who learned how to swim because her mother threw her off the edge of the isle whenever she disobeyed, give me cruel sea witches with hypnotic voices, that cackle whenever she is whipped by her mother’s tentacles. Give me a hierarchy of power and give me villains who fight so they could rise above their station, at the expense of their children.

Give Me a realistic Auradon. Give me a beast who hated the sorceress who cursed him so much, he punished all magical creatures for revenge. give me laws that discriminate against fairy’s and wizards and witches, give me innocent magic users thrown to the isle because they bark one petty law, or they tried to fight for the right to use magic. Give me Merlin and fairy God Mother, the only magic users allowed to use magic, afraid of the beast, and afraid to speak up. Give me the beast and his Belle forcing all wizards to raise the sea, and then imprisoning them for using necromancy. Give me  sorceress hiding in the woods, watching her people carted off to the island, crying because she was trying to give the arrogant prince a lesson, but the beast was still a beast, handsome outside but horrifying cruel inside. 

Give me pretty pastels and a bright shining sun that disguised the sickly sweet smile that every auradon child has to wear. they’re happy here aren’t they? never mind the constant itch just under the skin of magic waiting to be burst out, never mind how tight the dress collars are and how hot the suits are. they’re on Auradon, be good be good be good, don’t rebel, don’t have opinions, just smile and be good.

because you don’t want to end up like the fairies

give me royalty thrown off their thrones in the name of unity, Give me Kingdoms that were once proud and happy, colonized by Auradon, give me cultures that have long been forgotten or repressed because there was too much magic, too much freedom, and too little hot pink. 

Give me consequences. Give me the children of wizards and fairy’s who are given the chance to live going mad because they couldn’t conjure. Give me Jane, with so much power bubbly beneath the skin and no release, so she is constantly jittery, and anxious and afraid, because one thing could set her off and that one thing might make her see her aunty flora again.

she didn’t want to end up like flora, fauna and mayweather

Give me Kids who sit outside the ideological mold of the AK, give me the kids who sit outside of the heteronormative cissexist fairy tale standard. your gay kids, your trans kids, the ones who acted more like villains, not because they were evil, but because the boys were flamboyant and the girls hated dresses, and because some kids said they were neither ad dressed however they want. give me a girl who doesn’t want a handsome prince, but a princess to rescue, give me a prince who only really wants foods and friends, not romance, give me a girl who everyone says is a boy no matter how they feel. give me Ask hurt and silenced by fairytales, because if you don’t want a normal marriage and a castle then are you really good? so their are quite because they have the be good, be good, be good

Give me a dark descendants, a world in wich the Isle is a mess of feudalism and gang activity and in wich Auradon is a repressive society shaped by old stories and old minds. Give me a cruel king and a cunning queen who care only about themselves, Give me awful parents who twist the minds of their children just so they can be served.

And give me a new generation: the rotten four, the sea three, the wharf east, the Ads, lead by Ben who wasn’t corrupted to think like his father, but inspired to think empathetically.

Careful, the more kisses the more it heads to NSFW.

“Tā néng hé wǒ yīqǐ shàng yīngyǔ kè?” Lian piped in.

“No.” FG said shortly. 

“Tā néng hé wǒ yīqǐ shàng yīngyǔ kè?” Lian piped in.

“No.” FG said shortly. 

She frowned this time. Really frowned. Eve could hardly believe she was doing such a forbidden thing! But the Fairy Godmother was mean.

Lian looked up at her, just a little awed. 

“Well then, Lian it is.” Eve agreed. She allowed Lian to lead her around to the Fairy Godmother’s office.

Lian rolled his eyes, a tiny frown on his face. 

Lian nodded. He tilted his head as he looked at her. “Lian Yu,” he said after an awkward moment, holding his hand out. 

“Lian,” he repeated. Moments like this made him miss his brother, having his hair ruffled and being called Li-Li. “Gēn wǒ lái,” he said, taking her hand and heading to Fairy Godmother’s office. 

She didn’t have a very good reaction. 

“What the-?” Lian stared at the strange woman in front of him. Where did the doll go?