𝓡𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝓒𝔬𝔯𝔢

AUTOPLAY. Independent, Selective Mal from Disney's Descendants. Open to Disney, OUAT, AU, and Crossovers. Please read rules before interacting.

[hishopesanddreams-blog]

                                            ASRIEL blocks the way!

[ladymagique-archive]

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[malefactxr-blog]

[unfortunately I’ve somewhat lost Mal as a muse for now. I’m placing this blog on an indefinite hiatus. However, I will also reblog the promos for my two other blogs that I’m still active on! Please keep in tune for those promos if you’re interested in roleplaying with my Ladybug or Undertale muses.]

[lebossuarchive-blog]

@malefactxr liked for a christmas starter!

      “My family can stand to have one Christmas without me, Mal. Besides, if I know them like I think I do, they’ll be dragging the holiday here to Auradon before the day is out.”

      By family, of course, he meant his dear friends. And although they weren’t thrilled that he wouldn’t be home this time, he knew they understood. This time of year, Audaron High was completely devoid of life – except for a few students. Four, to be exact. Kids who, unlike everyone else, couldn’t exactly go home for the holidays.

      Quasimodo choosing to stay with them felt more natural than it probably should have.

      “Have you ever decorated a tree? Because if you haven’t, you’re about to learn,” he said with a smile, lugging a box of ornaments under his arm.

[malefactxr-blog]

“If by decorated you mean shaved into spikes, set on fire, rigged with traps, or things like that...                                 ...then yes... if not, then no.” Trimming the tree, among other Christmas spirited things, weren’t exactly commonplace. Neither was Christmas. To be honest, the only reference to such things were the casual traps set for Santa every year to the small children who were lead to believe he might ever set foot on the Isle of the Lost. Which he wouldn’t, of course. Then again, they did tend to wake up to a little more coal sprinkled in the wastedumps and streets than on average for Christmas morning.  Unable to contain her mild curiosity, she peeked over the rim of the box he bore under one arm, brows raising at seeing the glimmer of shining, glittering orbs contained.  “...Is this a normal thing, then? Little shiny trinkets everywhere?”

[malefactxr-blog]

Please stop posting about your store blog. We're here to roleplay, not buy your things.

[keyxbearer]

♔–

          Pushing his intuition to the side, Sora returned the smile she was offering, though his was much less forced and much more honest. A quick nod was her answer as he glanced around, not even having the foggiest idea of where he could possibly be.           “ Nice to meet you, Mal. “ Hand going up to mess about with his spikes, Sora could only give a sheepish smile as a reply.           “ Does it show? Yeah, I guess I’m new in town. “

          And from what he’s seen so far, he couldn’t be positive about there being any Heartless around. He’d have to ask and check.

          “ Hey–Has anything weird happened around here? “

[malefactxr-blog]

     “Weird? You mean like boys showing      up out of no where and asking a bunch      of strange questions? Or did you have       something else entirely in mind?” There was no denying the slight sarcasm to her tone, her earlier nonchalance melting into a bit of impatience. To be fair, she tended to be a bit better at pulling a “sweet face” though at this point the brunette was getting a bit in the way.  She’d come to leave a few Heartless in her wake for the next time her and the entire group would visit this world, but if Sora was around...well, there wouldn’t be any point in leaving her Wyverns here if they were just going to be hacked to lumps by that Keyblade. Plus, being seen was unfortunate. He’d expect her to be on this world indefinitely; she’d have to be careful about staying a bit more stealthy on others.       “Other than that, not at all.”

[romeotheartist-blog]

@malefactxr

Jun had never thought he’d end up off of the Isle of the Lost. He had resided himself to staying there forever; forever trying to earn his father’s recognition and forever trying to please both him and his mother. When news came that they were allowing more villain’s kids to go do Auradon, moreso news that HE was being allowed, he wasn’t to sure what to think. His mother of course wanted to him to go - but his father never said a word. That was unnerving but Jun Young left anyways.

It was great, for awhile. But all of a sudden, as soon as night hit, it suddenly felt like a very bad idea.

“Mal—Mal I don’t feel so good.” Honestly, he barely spoke to Mal. On the Isle or here in this school, they exchanged hellos and swapped notes for class every so often but he hadn’t been to buddy-buddy with her. Surely not to warrant him suddenly stumbling up to her, gripping onto his shoulders so he suddenly wouldn’t fall down. It’s a little to much contact for people who have barely spoken, but he didn’t know who else to go to. His mix matched eyes are glowing an almost odd amount, especially for someone who’s eyes never looked like this before. 

“Something’s wrong–”

[malefactxr-blog]

It wasn’t every day that one of the other VKs stormed her presence-- primarily her group stayed to her little horde of three plus one prince-king. When Jun approached, her brows rose, but it was when he seemed to use her for support that she was actually mildly startled. The show of illness was something uncommon among other children of villains; the display of a weakness was something dangerous, it was a fact driven into them as children, so his sudden concern was overwhelming.  He must have been desperate if he was coming to Mal, of all people. An uncomfortable rise to the hairs of the back of her neck hinted that all, was indeed, not right. The glow to his eyes was something that boiled the blood in her, and she had to resist the urge to challenge him to back off and protect her own space. That was not something ‘good people’ did, and if she was to keep up this lifestyle...she’d need to “help,” of all things.       “--did you eat something bad?”  It was obvious that was not the right question, but with a few curious eyes of the Auradonian kids, she didn’t need a mass panic to start over a VK kid suddenly freaking out. Hoisting one arm against his side, she put all of her effort into pulling him off for a bit more privacy from the nosy children of the goody-two shoes who’d never thought they’d see a wolf in their entire life. 

[lebossuarchive-blog]

@malefactxr​ liked for a starter

      “Mal – as much as I appreciate the, um…” Sentiment? Was that where it came from? “You trying to defend me, but you know that doesn’t justify cursing another student, right? Even if it’s just their hair.”

      Quasimodo wasn’t sure how he was going to explain the situation to Fairy Godmother, considering her strict “no magic” rule. The other professors, of course, will pin this on him too, since was the one who took their defense when the idea was first put into place. But he wasn’t concerned about them right now. 

[malefactxr-blog]

     “It’s not so much a curse as a jinx,      and it’ll wear off in about a week.” It hadn’t been her intention to be caught, either, but there was little she could to defend herself over the fact she’d lost her temper and was, in theory, the only one with magic strong enough in the local area to place a multiple-day lasting jinx against the students who’d been impersonating Quasimodo in the hallway.  It was a simply paranoia spell that would make the offender think their hair was falling out in fistfuls, and was truly a nasty little spell, but nothing short of just what they deserved. She...was still getting the fine tuning of this “good” thing down.       “It wasn’t right. No one else was going       to do anything about it. So I did.”

[melongorl]

[otpmusings]

Okay but instead of shipping the grumpy one with the cinnamon roll, imagine shipping two grumpy ones. Just being salty about fucking everything together all the time. Having the same salty philosophy on life and snickering at other people’s idiocy 24/7.

[malefactxr-blog]

[Small reminder i’m on temporary hiatus while I work on stocking my etsy and redbubble shops with designs to try and make a bit of side money]

[chiquicow-deactivated20210504]

Never presume that I will not act on my worst instincts.

Cesare Borgia (via lycangene)

[incorrectdescendants]

Mal: Okay, okay. I got an idea.

Carlos: Does it involve breaking the law?

Mal: By now, don’t you think that’s a given?

Carlos: I was just trying to be optimistic.

Mal: Don’t bother.

    this LITTLE girl is                                                   capable of MURDER                                                                                                 if you HURT her.

[aquailae-blog]

queensamwise:

beING SUPER SUPER IN LOVE WITH YOUR FRIENDS BUT IN A FRIEND WAY but also a little bit in a gay way but also in a frIEND WAY

[vandenlangenberg]

[malefactxr-blog]

someone: that's mean

me: i am mean!