Disney/Descendants

Disney/descendants multi muse OC's. NSFW content can be found if the character is underage there will not be that kind of content. Possible triggers can be found here but are all tagged as tw: trigger please be respecful and also tag Suicide and Drug addiction for the mun. Primarily a mobile blog, also this is a side blog to sanettidiaz

[beadearie]

[descendingmischief]

Fleur frowned a bit “So it was my magic picking on me?” Fleur asked him “how can I be picking on myself though? Your magic doesn’t pick on you.” She said how come her magic picked on her? Fleur looked at the mess around him “So that means I did this?” It didn’t make sense magic always helped her father but it didn’t seem to like to help her at all

[beadearie]

He nodes. “Your magic doesn’t pick on you love, it doesn’t really have a mind of its own. It’s just because you haven’t practiced what you can do,” he said. “I’ve been working on my magic for a long time so it does what I tell it to. You just need practice, and I can teach you.”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded a bit “But…don’t you do bad stuff with your magic too?” Fleur asked him she had heard people come into the castle before asking for help and referring to him as a monster, sometimes telling about things he did though fleur knew none of them knew she was listening, sometimes she would listen by accident but sometimes on purpose though she usually stopped when they started making her dad mad.

[beadearie]

He hesitated. He should have thought of this. He took a deep breath. “…I don’t any more,” he said. “But I used to, which is why a lot of people call me bad things, I know you’ve heard. But I’ve tried to do better things, because I want to make you proud, OK?”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded a bit “So I won’t have to do bad stuff with magic?” Fleur asked him a little worried the only magic she had ever really encountered was his and evidently her own, she knew not to leave the castle without him people didn’t really know about her and she understood why, there were many people who fesred a monster called the dark one and sometimes even called her father that, Fleur often wondered if they were one in the same but how could it be? Her dad couldn’t be THAT mean after all.

[beadearie]

“You will never have to do bad things if you don’t want to, my girl,” he said “Good or bad, it’s your choice, and I will always be there to help you, alright?” He helped her finish cleaning up the kitchen and started getting the ingredients for pancakes together.

[descendingmischief]

Fleur relaxed a little bit more and nodded they finished what they were doing and she watched him get the other ingredients “What else can we add to make them yummy?” Fleur asked as she went to the pantry to look for other things they could add finding raspberries and black berries too “Ppplllleeeaaassseee?”

[beadearie]

He chuckled. “I thought you wanted blueberry pancakes,” he said “If we put too many things in the pancakes them they could turn out mushy from all of the fruit juices. ”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur pondered for a moment seeming to debate “Ok how about one more thing?” She offered as a solution “what goes well with blueberries?” Fleur asked him curious as she put the other berries back in the pantry, perhaps for later as a nice snack.

[beadearie]

He thought about it for a minute. “….Hmm… We could melt some chocolate and use it instead of syrup, how does that sound?”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded instantly liking the idea "Chocolate makes everything better," Fleur agreed with a small giggle as she started to look for the chocolate finally finding some she stole a small piece for herself as well enjoying the sweet taste for a second before she ran it back over to her papa climbing up on a chair

[ohnoarno]

🎭 Masquerade Ball Starters 🎭

“Did you really think hiding your cheek bones was going to fool anyone?” “Do I…know you?” “Have we met before?” “Are you sure I don’t know you?” “Your eyes are absolutely captivating.” “I don’t think we’ve met yet.” “May I have this dance?” “You look positively enchanting this evening.” “I’d know those dazzling eyes anywhere.” “These skirts make it so hard to move.” “Some of these costumes are so extravagant. They must have cost a fortune.” “You look quite ravishing in that dress.” “You look quite handsome in that suit.” “Can I see your face?” “I don’t think you want to see my face.” “My God, you could fit an entire circus under her pannier. How’d she even fit through the door?” “Champagne?” “My feet are killing me.” “I never thought I’d see you in something so fancy.” “I feel like I’m rubbing elbows with the queen right now.” “Care to sneak away with me? I doubt we will be missed.” “Can you guess who I am under here?” “I’d compliment your beauty, but I can’t see it under there. You’ll have to accept my compliments to your mask instead, it’s quite lovely.” “I can’t hear you through that mask. Did you really have to choose one that covers your mouth?” “Do you know who I am?” “Do you know who she is?” “Do you know who he is?” “You’re very light on your feet.” “Ow! It’s like you have two left feet.” “I’m a terrible dancer.” “Who cares if you’re a good dancer? Have fun! No one will know it’s you anyway!” “No one’s asked me to dance all night…” “I feel like I’m in a dream!” “Can we please go home? This is torture.” “How did I ever let you talk me into coming here?” “I prefer watching from the sidelines to participating.” “You’ve spent the entire evening at the snack table.” “Can I cut in?” “I have to go.” “I’m not supposed to be here. If they catch me I’m in trouble!” “Please. What is your name? I want to see you again.”

[beadearie]

[descendingmischief]

Fleur frowned a bit “So it was my magic picking on me?” Fleur asked him “how can I be picking on myself though? Your magic doesn’t pick on you.” She said how come her magic picked on her? Fleur looked at the mess around him “So that means I did this?” It didn’t make sense magic always helped her father but it didn’t seem to like to help her at all

[beadearie]

He nodes. “Your magic doesn’t pick on you love, it doesn’t really have a mind of its own. It’s just because you haven’t practiced what you can do,” he said. “I’ve been working on my magic for a long time so it does what I tell it to. You just need practice, and I can teach you.”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded a bit “But…don’t you do bad stuff with your magic too?” Fleur asked him she had heard people come into the castle before asking for help and referring to him as a monster, sometimes telling about things he did though fleur knew none of them knew she was listening, sometimes she would listen by accident but sometimes on purpose though she usually stopped when they started making her dad mad.

[beadearie]

He hesitated. He should have thought of this. He took a deep breath. “…I don’t any more,” he said. “But I used to, which is why a lot of people call me bad things, I know you’ve heard. But I’ve tried to do better things, because I want to make you proud, OK?”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded a bit “So I won’t have to do bad stuff with magic?” Fleur asked him a little worried the only magic she had ever really encountered was his and evidently her own, she knew not to leave the castle without him people didn’t really know about her and she understood why, there were many people who fesred a monster called the dark one and sometimes even called her father that, Fleur often wondered if they were one in the same but how could it be? Her dad couldn’t be THAT mean after all.

[beadearie]

“You will never have to do bad things if you don’t want to, my girl,” he said “Good or bad, it’s your choice, and I will always be there to help you, alright?” He helped her finish cleaning up the kitchen and started getting the ingredients for pancakes together.

[descendingmischief]

Fleur relaxed a little bit more and nodded they finished what they were doing and she watched him get the other ingredients “What else can we add to make them yummy?” Fleur asked as she went to the pantry to look for other things they could add finding raspberries and black berries too “Ppplllleeeaaassseee?”

[beadearie]

He chuckled. “I thought you wanted blueberry pancakes,” he said “If we put too many things in the pancakes them they could turn out mushy from all of the fruit juices. ”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur pondered for a moment seeming to debate "Ok how about one more thing?" She offered as a solution "what goes well with blueberries?" Fleur asked him curious as she put the other berries back in the pantry, perhaps for later as a nice snack.

[beadearie]

[descendingmischief]

Fleur frowned a bit “So it was my magic picking on me?” Fleur asked him “how can I be picking on myself though? Your magic doesn’t pick on you.” She said how come her magic picked on her? Fleur looked at the mess around him “So that means I did this?” It didn’t make sense magic always helped her father but it didn’t seem to like to help her at all

[beadearie]

He nodes. “Your magic doesn’t pick on you love, it doesn’t really have a mind of its own. It’s just because you haven’t practiced what you can do,” he said. “I’ve been working on my magic for a long time so it does what I tell it to. You just need practice, and I can teach you.”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded a bit “But…don’t you do bad stuff with your magic too?” Fleur asked him she had heard people come into the castle before asking for help and referring to him as a monster, sometimes telling about things he did though fleur knew none of them knew she was listening, sometimes she would listen by accident but sometimes on purpose though she usually stopped when they started making her dad mad.

[beadearie]

He hesitated. He should have thought of this. He took a deep breath. “…I don’t any more,” he said. “But I used to, which is why a lot of people call me bad things, I know you’ve heard. But I’ve tried to do better things, because I want to make you proud, OK?”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded a bit “So I won’t have to do bad stuff with magic?” Fleur asked him a little worried the only magic she had ever really encountered was his and evidently her own, she knew not to leave the castle without him people didn’t really know about her and she understood why, there were many people who fesred a monster called the dark one and sometimes even called her father that, Fleur often wondered if they were one in the same but how could it be? Her dad couldn’t be THAT mean after all.

[beadearie]

“You will never have to do bad things if you don’t want to, my girl,” he said “Good or bad, it’s your choice, and I will always be there to help you, alright?” He helped her finish cleaning up the kitchen and started getting the ingredients for pancakes together.

[descendingmischief]

Fleur relaxed a little bit more and nodded they finished what they were doing and she watched him get the other ingredients "What else can we add to make them yummy?" Fleur asked as she went to the pantry to look for other things they could add finding raspberries and black berries too "Ppplllleeeaaassseee?"

[roleplayxgarden]

FLUFF STARTERS

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“Speed up or I’ll eat all your ice cream!” “Don’t tickle me!” “Would you look at that— It’s cuddle huddle ‘o’ clock!” “Isn’t the sunset beautiful?” “I just adore stars, don’t you?” “Oh my gosh! Look look look, a butterfly landed on me!” “I bet I can run to the aquarium faster than you!” “Mm, this is delicious! You made it yourself?” “NO. NO MORE PILLOWS. YOU ALREADY BOUGHT FIVE.” “Shhhh, don’t spoil the movie for me!” “Do you ever just… Really wanna pet a cat?” “Can I please have a hug?”

[ text ]: Don’t forget to bring me tacos [ text ]: i just ate a whole bag of sour skittles at once and I am filled with regret [ text ]: what do you do if a bird fuCKING POOPS ON YOUR SHOE [ text ]: One of my earbuds stopped working is this what hell is like [ text ]: HELP ME THIS REALLY JUDGMENTAL OLD NEIGHBOR ADOPTED THE CUTEST PUPPY DO I RISK GETTING AN HOUR LECTURE JUST TO PET SAID PUPPY YES OR NO [ text ]: What’s your favorite kind of flower? And food?

[beadearie]

[descendingmischief]

Fleur frowned a bit “So it was my magic picking on me?” Fleur asked him “how can I be picking on myself though? Your magic doesn’t pick on you.” She said how come her magic picked on her? Fleur looked at the mess around him “So that means I did this?” It didn’t make sense magic always helped her father but it didn’t seem to like to help her at all

[beadearie]

He nodes. “Your magic doesn’t pick on you love, it doesn’t really have a mind of its own. It’s just because you haven’t practiced what you can do,” he said. “I’ve been working on my magic for a long time so it does what I tell it to. You just need practice, and I can teach you.”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded a bit “But…don’t you do bad stuff with your magic too?” Fleur asked him she had heard people come into the castle before asking for help and referring to him as a monster, sometimes telling about things he did though fleur knew none of them knew she was listening, sometimes she would listen by accident but sometimes on purpose though she usually stopped when they started making her dad mad.

[beadearie]

He hesitated. He should have thought of this. He took a deep breath. “…I don’t any more,” he said. “But I used to, which is why a lot of people call me bad things, I know you’ve heard. But I’ve tried to do better things, because I want to make you proud, OK?”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded a bit “So I won’t have to do bad stuff with magic?” Fleur asked him a little worried the only magic she had ever really encountered was his and evidently her own, she knew not to leave the castle without him people didn’t really know about her and she understood why, there were many people who fesred a monster called the dark one and sometimes even called her father that, Fleur often wondered if they were one in the same but how could it be? Her dad couldn’t be THAT mean after all.

[beadearie]

[descendingmischief]

Fleur frowned a bit “So it was my magic picking on me?” Fleur asked him “how can I be picking on myself though? Your magic doesn’t pick on you.” She said how come her magic picked on her? Fleur looked at the mess around him “So that means I did this?” It didn’t make sense magic always helped her father but it didn’t seem to like to help her at all

[beadearie]

He nodes. “Your magic doesn’t pick on you love, it doesn’t really have a mind of its own. It’s just because you haven’t practiced what you can do,” he said. “I’ve been working on my magic for a long time so it does what I tell it to. You just need practice, and I can teach you.”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded a bit "But...don't you do bad stuff with your magic too?" Fleur asked him she had heard people come into the castle before asking for help and referring to him as a monster, sometimes telling about things he did though fleur knew none of them knew she was listening, sometimes she would listen by accident but sometimes on purpose though she usually stopped when they started making her dad mad.

[ofvaleur-archive]

"I speak no bullshit my potato friend" (descendingmischief - Calder)

Randomness From A Skype Group Chat  {Sentence Starters}

❝ Potato…? ❞ Should he be offended by that? Then again, this was a normal VK reaction to him upon meeting. Better not to think to much into it. Plus, maybe the advice could be good..? 

Giving a small smile in response, the young king nodded his head, figuring it would be easier to take him seriously for now. That is, until things got a little too out of hand. ❝ Okay, then what should be done about it? ❞

[descendingmischief]

Calder looked at the king and smiled a wicked grin but for a minion son there was no other kind. "Do you want the VK answer, the science kid answer or do you want the made up auradon laced with sugar and picked dust answer?" Calder asked him raising a brow

[obscure-sentence-starters]

Randomness From A Skype Group Chat  {Sentence Starters}

❛❛ I am trash Satan. ❜❜

❛❛ Only ten alcohol per hour.❜❜

❛❛ Hello, jazz-hater. ❜❜

❛❛ Erase your own existence. ❜❜

❛❛ Stop leaving, you little punk. ❜❜

❛❛ Fuck you, Uncle Shady. ❜❜

❛❛ I JUST WANNA MAKE PUNS ❜❜

❛❛ That’s all he learned in juvie: how to fuck someone back to life. ❜❜

❛❛ How have you seen my ass? ❜❜

❛❛ Oh man, I’d love to die! ❜❜

❛❛ Bitch, I’m gonna smear blood on your motherfucking macaroni. ❜❜

❛❛ I feel like my cat is judging me right now. ❜❜

❛❛ When did wishing to die become such a casual topic in here? ❜❜

❛❛ I’m indifferent to cheerios. ❜❜

❛❛ Dying requires effort, for fucks’ sake. ❜❜

❛❛ MURDER IS PLANNED ❜❜

❛❛ Just laugh, I’m laughing about it now. I mean at the time I was crying, but I’m laughing now. ❜❜

❛❛ Reasons people should date me: there are no reasons, stay far away. ❜❜

❛❛ If Hagrid and Weird Al had a love child… it would be you. ❜❜

❛❛ Hey, bitch, tell me about your fourth cousin Jenny. ❜❜

❛❛ OMINOUS KAZOOING ❜❜

❛❛ Stop it, you’re gonna trigger T -Bag. ❜❜

❛❛ My arm is half-black. ❜❜

❛❛ You look like a shady drug dealer. ❜❜

❛❛ One time I was at the dentist’s office and this hot dude came in and my first thought was actually ‘DEATH STAR APPROACHING’. ❜❜

❛❛ My hair looks like Sonic the Hedgehog’s deformed pink cousin has been run over by a truck and used as a toupee. ❜❜

❛❛ Just take out the middle man and just die. ❜❜

❛❛ Screw joint weddings, hello joint funeral. ❜❜

❛❛ You might need to get me a bigger coffin. ❜❜

❛❛ I PUT THE ASS, SASS, AND SIN IN ASSASSIN  ❜❜

❛❛ Would prison really be that bad compared to your work? ❜❜

❛❛ IT’S A MOTHERFUCKING DUCK I WILL STAB A HOE ❜❜

❛❛ I can die happy and in toasted cheese heaven. ❜❜

❛❛ I did not subscribe to bible meet ups. ❜❜

❛❛ I speak no bullshit, my potato friend. ❜❜

❛❛ Watch dumb teenage singing with me, ya’ll. ❜❜

❛❛ Yeah, no fluff in Prisneyland. ❜❜

❛❛ She is a sad smol murder bird and needs to be loved. ❜❜

❛❛ If I had feelings, I’d be offended. ❜❜

❛❛ We’re not naming our son Bear. ❜❜

❛❛ Shit, how do I go home and tell my wife that our adopted kid got eaten. ❜❜

❛❛ Give me your disorder, I’ll take it off your hands for you. ❜❜

❛❛ Murder is fun. It’s cheaper than divorce. ❜❜

❛❛ This is fox-kidnapping. Put the fox back. ❜❜

❛❛ The snail fucked off. ❜❜

❛❛ DAMN YOUR HOT SHADY ASS ❜❜

❛❛ STOP BEING LEPRECHAUN RACIST ❜❜

❛❛ I am going to murder myself with a kazoo. ❜❜

❛❛ Does Britain have its tea? Find out next week. ❜❜

❛❛ I leave to eat some goddamn bbq ribs and there is hell. ❜❜

❛❛ You’re about as angelic as Lucifer, don’t fool yourself. ❜❜

[beadearie]

[descendingmischief]

Fleur frowned a bit "So it was my magic picking on me?" Fleur asked him "how can I be picking on myself though? Your magic doesn't pick on you." She said how come her magic picked on her? Fleur looked at the mess around him "So that means I did this?" It didn't make sense magic always helped her father but it didn't seem to like to help her at all

[galleryofmemesnplots]

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[beadearie]

@descendingmischief

Rumple missed Belle the second he told her to go, the second she stepped out the door. He knew he had told her, he knew he had caused this. but it didn’t help his heart break. And then nine months after she left, he found a basket on his doorstep with a newborn baby inside. She was a beautiful tiny girl, and he instantly knew something was different. This little girl had magic, magic as powerful as his. There was only one explanation for magic this powerful: this was his daughter. He searched night and day for Belle, but he couldn’t find her, he came to the conclusion that his beloved was dead. Heart broken, he vowed to raise their daughter the best he could.

[descendingmischief]

Fleur was in the kitchen at the castle early that morning, looking through a book she had found on cooking in an attempt to surprise her father and make him breakfast, there were a few things out of reach and Fleur thought it was funny when the things would suddenly reappear it arms reach when she wasn’t paying attention. She knew her Dad did many magical things to the castle so she wasn’t entirely surprised but she wasn’t realizing it was her own magic helping her to get what she wanted. Fleur looked carefully over the book as she now sat on a chair with her legs crossed underneath her reading “Okay so eggs, Milk….” she read off not realizing as she listed off the items and read the instructions the ingredients began doing what she wanted behind her until she got stuck on the next word “F-Fl-o” Fleur was startled when suddenly everything went clattering to the floor around her covering her in milk and flour as eggs clattered to the floor around her as well one breaking over her head and getting in her hair. when the chaos was over Fleur just looked around at the mess and pulled the egg from her hair with tear filled eyes what could have happened?

[beadearie]

Rumple loved his daughter with all of his heart, she was his light and his smile and she had him wrapped around her little finger, not that he minded. He was heading downstairs to start making breakfast for her when he heard a commotion. Hurrying to the kitchen, he saw the mess she had created. He sighed deeply, her magic was getting stronger, he needed to start training her… “…Fleur….” he said softly.

[descendingmischief]

Fleur looked up at her dad “The castle is picking on me again.” Fleur told him sniffling a bit but trying to fight back tears “I wanted to make you pancakes and stuff was floating and…..then it wasn’t.” Fleur said looking around at her mess again at least the book only had some floor on it which was easy to clean as opposed tonight it had been covered in egg or something. Fleur suspected he might be mad at her, she curles her knees up to her chest looking at the floor again “I’m sorry,” it seemed like the best thing to say even though she didn’t know that she had made the mess still convinced it was the magic of the castle being mean to her.

[beadearie]

To his hand he conjured a damp rag and he knelt down to clean up her pretty face. “You have nothing to be sorry for, baby, it was an accident.” he said softly. “I’m very happy that you wanted to make breakfast for me. I have an idea, why don’t we make breakfast together, and I could teach you about how the magic works today, OK?”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur sniffled and nodded liking the sound of her dad’s idea,it would probably be a lot more fun if he helped any way. “Can we add blueberries to them?” She asked him she wasn’t sure if they had any but she was sure her dad could use magic to make some if they didn’t. She wiped her eyes once more before she stood up and dusted her skirts off “I’ll get the broom and we can start cleaning this up first”

[beadearie]

“Ofcourse we can add blueberries,” he smiled and he helped her clean up the kitchen. She was such a wonderful little girl… He cleared his throat and took a breath. “So… There’s something you and I need to talk about, sweetheart…”

[descendingmischief]

Fleur looked over at him the smile quickly disappearing from her face, she knew that tone by now. "I don't like it when you use that tone," she said as she picked up the bag of flour and put it up on the counter "when you use that tone it means I'm in trouble or you're going to tell me something bad" Fleur told him frowning

[for-pete-sake-memes]

💀 Reblog if your muse is deadly

[axelxhook]

Open

[descendingmischief]

“You kept saying seapup so I had to draw them.” Fleur said before she mimicked a seal noise with a laugh  “Did you know seals can dive for almost two hours sometimes?” Fleur asked her curious she had read it in a book in her parents library

[axelxhook]

“No I didn’t that’s so cool.” Axel said with a soft smiles.

[descendingmischief]

Fleur nodded a bit "I like seals they're cute."

[descendingmischief]

“So do you have the books?” Hania asked growing a little impatient she kept saying she liked what Hania was offering but posed no answer to her questions or propositions either. Hania was looking for a certain book but she couldn’t tell her that without things getting to complicated.

[georgethehunt]

“Yes.” George replied. She made a book appear out of a pink puff of smoke. “One of my Father’s dark arts spell books. He uses this the most, must have some good stuff.” She gave it to her.

[descendingmischief]

Hania looked at it, purple and black cover old as dirt...could be it. Hania flipped open to a random page "I'll let you know if I find what I'm looking for" she told her looking up at her "Anything specific on summoning magics?"

[timbras]

Intrigued™

[axelxhook]

Open

[descendingmischief]

“You kept saying seapup so I had to draw them.” Fleur said before she mimicked a seal noise with a laugh  “Did you know seals can dive for almost two hours sometimes?” Fleur asked her curious she had read it in a book in her parents library