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[deifiedstars]

charlie. 28. gmt. she/they. this is an independent, selective, mutuals only, multifandom multimuse. canons and ocs. 18+ only, mature and dark themes throughout.  carrd link.

where to find me

 multifandom multimuse / uma nautica / descendants worldbuilding 

[ballagarraidh]

                          we were wrong from the start !! 

[deifiedstars]

aerokinesiiss​:

    she really couldn’t blame taranee for being worried. it’s not like their lives had been like a bed of roses. together, they had experienced some of the best and worst aspects in life. you could never be too careful. “it’s okay, my parents know that i get kind of messy whenever i’m doing some of my projects. i should have a cover.” as long as the damage wasn’t too crazy.

yet, she couldn’t help thinking that maybe their powers were getting stronger. that maybe they were evolving. heroes and magical girls in comics never stayed on the same level for too long, they got better, stronger. maybe this was the same for them.

hearing taranee’s words, hay lin didn’t find herself entirely convinced.  “you can talk to me if you want. i’m here for you. no judgement or anything.” because although taranee dealt with some anxious tendencies, her reasoning for them usually had a point.

    maybe it feels like a lie because it is a lie, okay might be a relative state but taranee isn’t really sure when the last time was that she could label herself as simply ‘okay’. but the last thing she’d want to do was worry the other guardians with it if they’re not feeling the same. it doesn’t seem like hay lin is feeling the same, at least. or she’s much better at hiding it. 

    tara’s never been that great at hiding her anxiety, maybe that comes from having it be such a huge part of her life, or her core personality. she admires, often, the way hay lin can seem so carefree. untethered by what people think, or do, or say. taranee admires her. 

     and she can’t lie to her. she wouldn’t want to. there’s too many secrets in their lives to be trying to keep things from each other too. “ it’s probably nothing, ” she says, shrugging. “ i set my comforter on fire the other night, i woke up from a... from a nightmare and suddenly everything was burning. i had to tell my mom i dropped a candle. she is not happy about it. ”

[jeffreywinger-archived]

i am bound to you with a tie that we cannot break...

[andrewjosephminyard]

your fall was not an accident. you were chosen for the damned - c.k (insp)

[deifiedstars]

@duukey​ sent  “virgie, think fast!” some… unidentifiable— some *sticky* object is lobbed at the anxious side. could be an organ. could be a squid. who knew! 

    thinking fast is his speciality, isn’t it? overthinking, rethinking, dwelling on things also works pretty well. but when remus screeches at him to think fast, he’s momentarily stunned by a different kind of fear, and instead yanks on the cords connected to his hood, pulling it tighter around his face as the thing (derogatory) as yet unidentified thwacks him in the arm and drops to the ground with a sickeningly wet sound. 

     “ i don’t even want to know what that is. oh my god, did you kill someone? am i an accomplice to a murder, now? ” 

[deifiedstars]

rosein​:

♡     ⇢    ﹙   @deifiedstars​   ﹚      ﹒      ❛ you go to denny’s because it’s four in the morning and you’re having an existential crisis and only the eerie timelessness of an empty denny’s can help you stop dissociating. ❜   (  stiles  )       ;      𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.     ,      accepting

it  is  the  insult  of  all  insults.  blasphemy  in  the  highest  degree.  how  could  he  say  something  so  casually  cruel  and  dress  it  up  as  HONESTY.  did  she  look  like  she  ever  ate  at  denny’s?  or  would  even  consider  it?   “  ew.  ”  nose  scrunches  up,  features  twisting  in  distaste,  “  first  of  all,  i  would  never,  ever,  ever  step  foot  in  a  DENNY’S.  second  of  all,  you  don’t  need  pancakes,  stiles,  you  need  a  therapist.  and  lucky  for  you  i  can  get  you  both.  ”

talk about insults. he scoffs in response to her distaste. “ well you’re wrong, ” he says, as a blanket statement about everything she’s been saying. “ denny’s is the food of the gods when it’s four am and you’ve just come off of a crime scene and you have like ten dollars in your bank account. so... you need to eat at denny’s. and i don’t need a therapist, thanks. i’ve seen the mental health services in this town and i don’t want any part of that. ”

[lauracarmillas]

ladies meme: [2/3] characters who deserved better → Allison Argent ↳ But we’re going to have a new code. Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux mêmes. We protect those who cannot protect themselves.

[outofthewood]

[callousway]

they’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one / they got their pitchforks and proof / their receipts and reasons / they’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one / so light me up !! // indie julien calloway, by charlie. 

[auliicraval]

incorrect pirates and recreation (2/?)

[archvillainofromance]

I just thought about what you would do. It’s like you always say: if we stick together, nothing can hurt us.

[deifiedstars]

babislebrn​:

SEMI-PLOTTED STARTER.   ›   @deifiedstars​

SUNLIGHT streamed through the floor-to-ceiling winds of evie’s design studio, which was partially why she’d purchased that particular house in her search. it helped with inspiration, and evie liked being able to see how the material she chose reflected in natural light. sketchbooks, pencils, pincushions, mannequins, clothing racks and shelves of material filled the room and reflected how busy the femme had been lately. her designs had really taken off and caught the eyes of many auradonians, and she almost couldn’t keep up with the demand. one very high profile royal had just placed an order recently, which was partially why she’d enlisted jay as a model, hoping that it would help save her time and ensure measurements were correct without having to try and book time for the client himself to come in. she was determined to make this design perfect, and jay had a very similar build. his fidgetiness, however, was making it slightly difficult to work. “ jay ! if you don’t stop moving, i’ll end up poking you with the needle. ”

jay’s head was tilted backwards, ever so slightly, eyes closed against the sunlight pouring through the conservatory windows, but allowing the heat of it to warm his face, to fill him from within with a low-burning heat, a warmth. this is what contentment feels like, he thinks. he rolls his neck slowly, trying to loosen his muscles and even manages to get a hand half-way to the back of his neck before evie is snapping at him to stay still or else risk getting stabbed as she endeavours to finish the custom suit she was creating. he drops his hand back to his side and looks down at her, apologetic. “ sorry, e, i don’t coop up well. ” which they both know. “ i trust you not to stab me, though, ” he adds with a soft smile. “ and if you do stab me, i’ll know i deserve it. ” it still hits him, sometimes, the transition from the isle to auradon, from distrust to- this. to trust so absolute that he doesn’t even flinch at the idea of her putting sharp objects so close to his skin. 

[deifiedstars]

belovedstars​:

he feels like anyone else, any other royal, would have a hell of a time keeping themselves from grabbing their crown from his reach, not wanting his terrible, villainous hands anywhere near their valuables, but ben seemed fine, putting it away just when it started to feel garish between the two of them. he’s not sure he’d ever say it, but he appreciates the difference. ben sees him as a person, nothing more. “good,” he replies, teasing, expression knitting together slightly as he notices the change in ben’s own. he‘s blushing. had he—? oh. yes. he did. he’s going to ignore that, he thinks, shaking his head to keep the conversation going. “they definitely won’t if you don’t try.”

@hookd​

ben has no problem with letting harry touch his crown. but then, he also wouldn’t mind if a few of the gems happened to pop off and find their way into the hands of someone who could use them for something they really needed, so maybe he’s not the best judge. but he also just doesn’t think harry would steal it. he shouldn’t need to. ben’s more than happy to donate to isle funds to get them anything they need. people don’t steal when they have what they need, right? that’s the theory. “ right again, ” he says with a little nod as harry points out that no-one is going to like regular old ben if he doesn’t ever even show it. “ you’re very smart. ”

[deifiedstars]

islebrn​:

SEMI-PLOTTED STARTER.   ›    @deifiedstars​​

DAYS like this made talia glad she’d made the decision to permanently move to auradon. it wasn’t that she hated neverland, but she’d lived there for almost her entire life and now that she’d gotten a taste of exterior lands, the blonde was anxious to make a home elsewhere. it didn’t help that living with her mother made for a dysfunctional household, where fights and occurred more often than not;  they were too much alike, both headstrong, both stubborn and both very much set in their own ways. occasional visits were as much as the fairy could handle, but today’s purpose was collecting the remainder of her things to finish moving into her auradon apartment. of course, the lectures began the second she’d walked through the door, but talia did her best to ignore that, disengage, and simply focus on the task at hand before returning back to auradon. annoyance and slight exhaustion loomed over her as she finally made it back with a bag slung over her shoulder, and the need for caffeine overcame her. unfortunately, as she began to walk towards her favourite cafe, a familiar figure came into view and she sighed as she stepped up to the window to order. “ well, look what the tide dragged in. did uma finally kick you off the crew ? ” the blonde retorted with a scoff. 

harry couldn’t say he appreciated everything auradon had to offer, at first glance it had seemed idyllic but now the sun seemed too determined to wreak havoc on his fair skin, the people seemed just as manipulative as the people on the isle- but less upfront about it, and there was just a bit too much judgement. not that he cared what other people thought of him. auradon did have its perks, like much better coffee (and food in general). it doesn’t taste like sludge, or mud, or toads, so that’s an improvement on isle coffee. he’s on a mission, to pick up some supplies for the crew, but he’s stopped to grab some coffee before he makes his way back to the isle- and who should he run into but a bell? he flashes her a grin when she speaks, refusing to let the jibe get to him, and showing off that trademark unhinged expression. “ no, love, see, we can shop here now and yer stuff’s so much better than ours. ” it’s a constant work in progress, though, getting the isle up to standard, even if it’s not his personal mission. he’d follow uma to the ends of the earth and she knows it. “ that’s a big bag fer a wee fairy, what’s in it? ” he queries, feeling both curious and mischievous. he reaches out to finger the zipper on it, drawing it down slowly. 

[deifiedstars]

islebrn​:

SEMI-PLOTTED STARTER.   ›  @deifiedstars

UNLIKE his sister, travis didn’t mind being in neverland. it was his home through and through, and though he naturally fit in everywhere he went, there was just something about the place that brought a warm, fuzzy feeling to his heart. he supposed it helped that he and his mother usually got along, but that was truthfully only part of it. he loved the peace and tranquility, and the ability to escape whenever he wanted. auradon was a beautiful place, of course, but sometimes he just needed to be back in his natural environment. the beaches here were far less crowded, and he could go places without running into people around every corner. on this particular day, however, the male stumbled upon another figure resting in the sand. “ well, look who it is, ” the male greeted with a chuckle and a smile. “ how’s the water today ? ”

lorelei loves neverland, she’d never have strived as hard as she has to become ambassador if she didn’t have some care for the sparkling island. even in its current state, which only a long time resident could see. the bird calls were more natural, the rainbows less vibrant. each year spent without access to real magic was killing this place slowly but surely. so it was her duty to try and bring it back. she looks up from her book at the sound of someone approaching, her tail lightly slapping against the damp sand and the shallow ocean below her. “ oh, just the man i wanted to see, ” she says, smiling that coy mermaid’s smile. “ the water’s lovely and warm, you should come on in. i promise not to drown you. ” a soft giggle and a flash of too-sharp teeth accompany the bold statement. “ but really, i need a fairy and here you are. so, tell me about neverland’s fairy magic. ”

[legaciesladies]

requested by @infernalrampage