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“I’ve already thought of several ways to help, but I didn’t feel like mentioning them since you’ll most likely shoot them all down.” Crossing her legs, she smoothed out her skirts, before giving Audrey a wicked grin. “Unless of course your in the mood to break a lot of rules.”

“I thought princesses were good at everything? I stand corrected.” Gil said, shrugging his shoulders. 

Oh man, this was bad. This was humiliating. She was lucky she wasn’t immediately being turned over to the Fairy Godmother, but crawling under a rock sounded fantastic at that moment. Somehow, she felt worse having to reach into the coin purse herself and take the two quarters out. She dropped them into her pocket silently, closed the clasp again, and held it out to the princess a second time.

    “Thank you for your generosity.”

The words were said with sincerity, of course, though it was difficult to mask the embarrassment. It didn’t stop her from looking back up to make eye contact, and she even added a small curtsy. That sort of the kind of thing the good people did here, right?

    “Are you going to tell on me?”

Brown eyes followed the fingers towards the coin purse, hand reaching out to take it once Raven had took out two quarters. Something she couldn’t quite understand was why she didn’t have two quarters on her own. Everyone dropped those coins on the floor ALL THE TIME.

And then she felt GUILTY for thinking that, pursing her lips. Though the curtsy did make her chuckle slightly. It was CUTE, really.

✧  MAGIC  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

relating to, but not limited to, witchcraft & witchery. may or may not contain triggers, categorized by good/bad/neutral as requested.  please proceed to read/reblog with caution.

GOOD  MAGIC

❛ not all spells are bad, you must stray away from the bad magic. ❜  ❛ there’s nothing wrong with a bit of magic, as long as it’s for the good. ❜  ❛ you’re like a vase and the magic is the water.  ❜  ❛ i don’t need magic to see that. ❜  ❛ not every spell is considered to be bad. ❜  ❛ this spell book here contains no such bad magic nor will it ever. ❜  ❛ i’m working up a new potion. it’s for the greater good, of course. ❜  ❛ i’ve never used my powers/magic for anything but good things. ❜  ❛ there is no competition with magic, you either possess, or you don’t. ❜  ❛ no one power/magic is better nor greater than the other. ❜  ❛ remember, everything you learn is to be used for good. ❜ ❛ you think every witch/sorcerer is bad? do i look evil to you?  ❜  ❛ i’ve only ever used my magic/powers for good. ❜  ❛ it’s not the magic/powers that are bad, it’s the person who possesses it. ❜    ❛ there is good and bad in everything, you must always chose to be good. ❜  ❛ my powers/magic are not a weapon! i will not be treated as such! ❜  ❛ i cannot help you with your wishes, it’s far too evil. ❜  ❛ magic is a delicate thing and i treat it as such. ❜  ❛ i don’t always use magic/my powers, i don’t always need to. ❜  ❛ it is a blessing not a curse, it’s only a curse if you wish to do evil. ❜  ❛ i did come here to show off my powers/magic, what do you take me for? ❜  ❛ i’m not a witch! i’m a person possessing magic. big difference. ❜  ❛ these are healing potions, they will heal just about any form of life. ❜  ❛ the good always outweighs the bad, just remember that. ❜  ❛ it’s best to use magic/powers when you understand them.  ❜ 

BAD  MAGIC

❛ i’ve never used magic for anything other than evil. ❜ ❛ i will be the greatest and the most powerful, mark my words. ❜ ❛ i’ve hexed so many people, i’ve lost count. ❜ ❛ a curse is never easy to lift, hence the sole purpose of it. ❜ ❛ what’s the point in having powers/magic, if you don’t take advantage? ❜ ❛ you have always abused your magical privileges.  ❜ ❛ i wouldn’t use my powers/magic for the good if it was life and death. ❜ ❛ you really only know how to cast curses/hexes? ❜ ❛ i specialize in curses and hexes only, anything else is just noise. ❜ ❛ shhh, you shouldn’t even speak of such dark magic. ❜ ❛ this book is full of the darkest magic you’ll ever read. ❜ ❛ what is the difference between voodoo and dark magic? ❜ ❛ dark magic is wonderful, you learn the most from it. ❜ ❛ there are so many hexes/curses to cast, i never know which one to pick. ❜   ❛ have you ever had a curse/hex casted upon you? ❜ ❛ there is no such thing as good magic. ❜ ❛ why are you so wicked with such a beautiful gift? ❜ ❛ you do not deserve to possess magic/powers. ❜ ❛ i’ve got a wicked idea in mind, want to hear? it involves magic. ❜ ❛ the best magic of all, of course, is dark magic. ❜ ❛ have you ever wanted to step into voodoo? ❜ ❛ this a book of dark magic/voodoo, but it is not easy to open. ❜ ❛ you have to do a sacrifice to get this dark magic/voodoo book open. ❜ ❛ have you ever participated in voodoo ritual? it’s very liberating. ❜ ❛ all of these spells contain blood and sacrifice… ❜

NEUTRAL  MAGIC

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I’m not THAT bad like him.” She stated, knowing that her father was out of reach in every aspect ⎯ she never wanted to be as evil as him, just a little bit was enough. The moment Audrey grabbed her hand was the moment she faced her personal hell ⎯ welcome to glitter, glamour, pink and frills. “I hope you make this quick.” Marya huffed, not really fond of entering the store, but she agreed to keep Audrey company after all. And she needed a dress as well if she REALLY would attend the ball.

It was a RELIEF to hear Marya say that; though the pretty girl bit was admittedly making her a bit UNEASY. The way the other girl had said it made her feel as if Marya knew something she didn’t. Thoughts aside, she cooed at the BRIGHTNESS of the boutique, pleasantly overwhelmed by all the dresses she could see from the front of the store. “Now this... This is what I’m talking about.” Audrey walked over to a rack and picked out a pink CHIFFON dress without sleeves, placing it over her own body-- thus, the dress covered her heels. “What do you think?”

                  mal’s shoulders don’t relax when audrey pulls away, and only do so when the girl doesn’t seem to be angry at her or anything else within that range. the purple haired girl smiled then, almost sadly, and shook her head. “ you’re fine, you’re fine. it’s just … isle stuff. but, i mean, you’re a good kisser. “

                “Isle stuff?” She repeated, not quite COMPREHENDING what Mal meant by that. The princess had heard that DATING wasn’t exactly a thing there-- not to say they were dating. Or were they? No, she shouldn’t ASSUME things so quickly. Audrey smiled at the compliment, reaching out to move a strand of AMETHYST hair away from the girl’s face. “So are you.”

A surprised sound that wasn’t too far off from a laugh escaped her as Audrey agreed with her about Mal. If there was a quicker way to get in her ‘I don’t totally hate you’ book, that was it. “Hm. I don’t know. Perhaps she felt entitled to him, because she’s so used to having everyone either worship or fear her.” She rolled her eyes.

 ONE  MOMENT  ,  HE  HAD  BEEN  STARING  UP  at  the  face  of  the  most  beautiful  woman  he  had  ever  seen  -               t’was  she  who  had  come  to  the  ball  ,  and  she  who  had  offered  him  the  rose  ,  and  she  who  had  cursed  him  into  this  hideous  ,  hideous  beast  .  his  hands  ,  now  paws  ,  curled  sharp  claws  into  the  skin  of  his  palm  -               that  ,  too  ,  had  sprouted  hair  .  no  -               no  !!!  it  couldn’t  be  !!!  he  couldn’t  be  this  horrid  thing  .  not  now  ,  not  when  he  was  but  hours  away  from  choosing  who  he  would  wed  !!!

                                                    and  then  -               that  shout  .  he  snapped  his  teeth  ,  whirling  'round  and  casting  his  gaze  around  the  ballroom  .  whoever  it  was  ,  it  was  a  voice  he  did  not  recognise  .  but  then  …  he  was  looking  for  a  human  .  not  a  hairbrush  ,  which  ,  one  moment  later  ,  he  finally  spotted  hopping  toward  him  .  since  when  could  they  speak  ?  ah  …  but  they  ,  too  ,  must  have  been  cursed  .  he  and  his  staff  .

                           ❛      my  fault  ?      ❜      his  demand  came  with  a  hiss  and  a  long  growl  from  the  depths  of  his  throat  .  when  he  tried  a  step  forward  ,  he  staggered  ,  then  toppled  forward  ,  landing  on  one  arm  .  those  claws  curled  ,  digging  into  the  decorated  floor  .      ❛  who  are  you  to  put  this  fault  on  me  ?!      ❜      he  knew  it  was  his  fault  -               he  merely  didn’t  wish  to  acknowledge  it  .      ❛      it  was  the  enchantress  who  did  this  !      ❜

The more she stared up at him, the more she realized that she didn’t think Ben’s father was this TERRIFYING as the Beast. She’s heard STORIES, albeit humorous ones. But never ones that explained how much FEAR he could instill in one’s heart just by a mere GLANCE. Thinking about the main entrance at Auradon Prep made her decide that his statue up front was LESS SPINE-CHILLING.

Even so, his appearance didn’t make her any less PISSED. She had been turned into a GODDAMN HAIRBRUSH. One of her nervous ticks involved twirling a strand of her hair; now, there was NO hair to twirl! Hell, she didn’t even have any HANDS. All of this was a pointless NIGHT TERROR. That was all, right?

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NAME: wade NICKNAME: suede, daddy, hippie shit, chicken legs, korean jesus AGE: 18. FACECLAIM: if i use one it’s lil mayo. i want ya’ll to think i’m an alien who drinks and smokes weed (video is nsfw) PRONOUNS: he/him HEIGHT: 5′2″ BIRTHDAY: january 26 AESTHETIC: tattooes, vans shoes, hippie vans, longboards, stripping LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: swalla by jason derulo, nicki minaj, and ty dollar $ign FAVOURITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: i used to write deadpool (but i’m taking a break from the marvel fandom for reasons. but i love writing audrey and david collins ( @thegucst )

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE (THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON): i met sydny thru my aunt may blog and her harriet blog and then she made a mal and she dragged me into descendants and i love audrey and i hate that the movie painted her as the enemy so i want ya’ll to love her as much as i do (plus i’m sad she wasn’t in D2)

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVOURITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: her comebacks bc i’m super sarcastic. and she’s a queen bee type and i sort of resonate w that. she’s extremely blunt and i admire that bc i’m a shy little shit but she inspires me to speak up more and be unapologetic about who i am.

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: my partners and also music. listening to songs audrey might like is helpful when it comes to getting inside her head and figuring out how she’d react to certain situations

FAVOURITE TYPES OF THREADS: any and all

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: she’s high up on the social ladder and had a healthy childhood and a good support system and tbh that sounds foreign to me??? oh and she’s a princess. i’m but a sad longboarding boy.

            Looking up, she listened as the brunette spoke. Oh she knew it was Audrey’s first time, she could tell, but she wouldn’t put it past her and it was quite cute, but still, she really was perfectly fine. Evie grinned lightly as she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to familiar lips as she pulled away to stare at the other “Babe, I know it was your first time, and that’s perfectly fine, also the reason why I went first.” she said softly as she ran her hand up and down Audrey’s arm as she stared at her fondly. 

Jay considered Audrey for a moment, “I probably shouldn’t mention that we don’t have medicine on the Isle, so I actually have no idea what cough syrup tastes like, regardless.” Getting sick on the Isle was the worst thing ever. But since he’d been to Auradon, he hadn’t been sick at all, thankfully. He took both his and Audrey’s cups and led her over to a table, stopping for a moment to pull her chair out for her, “Here goes nothing, right?” He said once he was sitting. He tentatively took a bit of the gelato and tasted it, trying to not show any reactions to it, lest Audrey start giggling again.

If they didn’t have MEDICINE on the Isle, then what did they have? Surely there had to be some ailments available if someone got sick. But hey, at least he didn’t know about the ongoing DISCOURSE of the taste of cherry-flavored cough syrup. Audrey followed closely, quickly thanking him after he pulled out her chair for her. “Wow, someone’s CHIVALROUS,” she commented, offering him a sweet smile.After he took a spoonful, she leaned in, giving him an EXPECTANT look.

Jay hugged Audrey close, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. There were few things he didn’t enjoy about being around Audrey. She was kind, smart, smelled incredible, and there was just something about her, “You think so, do you?” He asked with a soft chuckle. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder as he held her from behind, “Well, I think there’s something to be said for you not wearing anything as well.”

Likewise, she had a change of HEART when it came to Jay. Initially WARY due to the fact that he was Jafar’s offspring, she realized then that he was NOTHING like his father. His hair was included on the list of things she liked about him; hell, she started developing FEELINGS for him when he allowed her to braid his hair. “Oh?” Audrey asked, raising a pampered brow. “And what’s that?”

She smiled as she wrapped the fabric around her and pinned it in place. “Well I don’t hold a grudge, I just feel like you need a new dress since you didn’t make you one for the cotillion.” She said as she smirked and then started fixing the shoulders on the new dress.

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“Relax, they can’t bring you back to life to kill you again.” Inspecting her nails she looked to Audrey with a smirk. “Trust me. I know a few of Hades kids. It wouldn’t happen. Besides, its not like we did something really bad. It was just a prank, no biggie.”

Ben wasn’t quite sure he believed Audrey could accept his apology so quickly (he certainly didn’t deserve it so quickly) but he still felt a rush of affection for the girl. He had missed her little quirks, and honestly he had forgotten that she didn’t say ‘it’s okay.’ 

“Of course, of course,” Ben said, ushering Audrey inside. The game didn’t start for another half hour, and even if the conversation ran long it could wait. Mal might be upset, especially concerning WHO he was talking to, but it was precisely because it was Audrey, the girl he hadn’t seen in a year, that Mal would at least be somewhat understanding. He licked his lips nervously. 

“What do you want to talk about?” 

After EVERYTHING, she occasionally wondered about what they used to have. Was it as REAL as she thought it was? Or were they simply put together just because they’re both ROYALTY and it was expected of them? There was only one way to find out, and it was by them TALKING to each other.

Audrey walked in and moved towards the couch, pulling down on the hem of her dress before she sat down, crossing her legs. They had what, about half an hour? She’d prefer at least an HOUR but she knew Ben’s schedule was BUSIER nowadays.

              “About how you’d expect, really.  I mean, we were all pretty surprised.  I don’t think even MAL knew she could do it.  Between that and the giant sea witch, it was a lot to take in at once.  Who KNOWS what would’ve happened if Ben hadn’t interfered.”  What was even more to take in?  Audrey’s implication that this was not the first time the young king had been under the effects of a LOVE SPELL.  Jane blinks, taking a second before she questions this.  “Do you mean Ben’s been love-spelled before?”