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“We’re really stooping to marbles? I thought slop was bad enough.”
❝You could cry every once in a while. It’s okay.❞
Things to be sent anonymously or not!! – Not accepting!!
“E,” she scoffs. Mal’s affronted by the implication she could cry. That she’d have reason to cry. Honestly, she’s not sure where this is coming from. Or why, for that matter. Mal is acutely aware of the two year age difference between them. She knows Evie’s from some future she hasn’t lived through yet. She can’t decide if she likes that fact or not. Evie shows her a fair amount of concern that she’s not sure she’s too comfortable with.
It suits Evie. That’s undeniable.
Mal, however, is cagey. She’s independent. She doesn’t rely on others. She doesn’t lower her walls. She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t remember the last time she cried.
(That’s a lie.
She knows.
It’s when she made the cupcakes to break Ben’s love spell. It’s the moment she realized she’d have to destroy all that is good and beautiful in the world. It was the startling realization that… she couldn’t have her mother’s pride and Ben’s love. The realization that good and evil couldn’t coexist.
If only she could have it both ways.
If only…)
Mal forces a wry smirk. “I’m fine, okay? I’m not some weak Auradon girl.”
Crying is a sign of vulnerability. A dropping of her guard that… she’s not willing yet to compromise on. Not even to her closest friend. Maybe one day. But not now.
schneeflake:
weiss is beginning to think this ‘ abandoned ’ research lab isn’t as abandoned as she initially assumed. it’s not like she’s actually seen anything yet ── rather, she’s got a bad feeling that she isn’t alone in this place. call it a huntress’s intuition, if you will. but, despite these suspicions, weiss continues further into the building. thus far, this is the most likely place to contain valuable information about the city, therefor, the reward will outweigh the risk. if she doesn’t happen to find anything then, well, that’s a problem for later on.
heels clack against the tiled floor as weiss treks on … until she stops in her tracks. there’s more footsteps in the distance : more specifically, running steps. weiss squints, fingers wrapping around myrtenaster’s hilt in preparation for whatever rounds the corner. soon enough, she’s passed by a figure moving much to fast to be any ordinary person. but she doesn’t have time to question the stranger’s speed as a ( rushed ) warning parts from the stranger’s lips.
a group of creatures is in close pursuit.
“ what the ─ !? ” the words have hardly left her mouth before she’s taking off after the mysterious girl. it quickly becomes apparent that her speed won’t be enough to outrun these creatures. weiss is quick to summon a queen lancer, the insect manifesting in a bright white hue. she hops on it’s back and takes off down the hallway, easily catching up with the other in retreat.
“ what are those things? ” weiss demands, though doesn’t expect an answer right away ── those things happen to be gaining. so, weiss reaches out a hand, offering it to the other.
“ here, hop on! quick! ”
Recklessness could be synonymous with Mal Bertha. Trouble might as well be her middle name, if Bertha wasn’t it currently. This kind of situation is the stuff of her dreams. Or so she wants to tell herself. Making people run and cower for their lives is the way she’s been raised. It’s in her blood to stir chaos. It’s in her blood to raise hell. And yet, the table’s been turned on her. She’s the one running for her life. She’s the one wondering how she’s going to get out of this. She’s the one experiencing fear.
(And she doesn’t like it.)
Running, too, is synonymous for Mal Bertha. How many buildings has she climbed? Streets she’s torn through? The Isle was her playground. How many villains of former great glory has she angered and went running from? For sixteen years of her life, it’s the only kind of entertainment she’s ever known. But no amount of childhood youthfulness can prepare her for this. Not even staring down her mother’s draconic form does much to help.
There’s a reason she can’t play hero.
After all, she sort of... left that other girl in the dust, hadn’t she? She questions whether she’s as good as Ben proclaims, insists, she is. She doesn’t have time to dwell on it. The clock’s ticking.
And just as quickly, the other girl’s caught up to her. On top of some kind of... bee looking thing? (Wicked, Mal thinks to herself. Magic is disappointingly scarce in Auradon.) A hand is offered to her. She begrudgingly accepts it and hops on. To be fair, riding this bee thing will be cool.
“I don’t know, but they’re pretty mad!”
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Pre-established relationship meme!! – Accepting!!
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
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Pre-established relationship meme!! – Accepting!!
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
♡
Pre-established relationship meme!! -- Accepting!!
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .
send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses ! i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .
FRIENDS. childhood friends / work friends / family friends / recently friends / turning antagonistic / turning into something romantic / stable / falling apart / friendship of need / friendship of circumstance pen - pals or internet friends / coworkers / partners / other .
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / newly entered / soulmates / skinny love / unrequited from my muses side / unrequited from your muses side / friends with benefits / awkward / fading / turning toxic / toxic and destructive / other .
FAMILIAL BOND. sibling bond / older sibling figure to your muse / younger sibling figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / parental figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / other .
ENEMIES. dangerous to themselves / dangerous to others / unpredictable / passionate / rivals / petty / developing into a sexual tension / developing into a romantic tension / based off family matters / based of circumstance / based of professional matters / based of misunderstandings or lies / other .
doefect:
chloe, chloe, chloe! she’s gotta find chloe! what the heck is even with this place, anyway? when she decided to come here with chloe to escape arcadia bay, she never expected anything this crazy to happen ( disregarding the fact that she… can’t quite remember actually deciding on this city to move to in the first place. but, hey, that’s another crisis for another day! ). at first, max was sure she had to be dreaming. surely citizens don’t just attack other citizens like this? then again… max is no stranger to the impossible happening. unfortunately for her, she’s no fighter and in the worst - case scenario, she’s without her power ( as far as she knows ). so, her plan is simple: find chloe, and find somewhere safe.
her plan doesn’t go … as planned. it never does! panic sets in as she’s backed into a a wall by ravenous - looking people. her heart races and her palms sweat. this isn’t like anything she’s dealt with before, ever, and if they decide to advance? max fears the worse. she parts her lips to once again try to reason with them, plea, but before she can, something even crazier happens, much to max’s disbelief. max has to rub her eyes to make sure she’s seeing things right ─ a weird chant? the threats have been encased in… armor?
at the command of another girl?
“ i…. woa. woa. ” surely she sounds and looks like a fool, mouth agape and eyes wide open. but, truly, she cannot find the right words to express herself in that moment. she takes a few breaths and looks to the girl who, she assumes, has just saved her life.
“ uh… thank you. i think. you did that right? ” she looks to the various people encased in armor, finding herself slowly relaxing. then, it occurs to her. if max can have powers, maybe other people…? “ wait, you did that? can you, like, do crazy things too? ” her heart skips a bit, but that could also be from the lingering anxiety she felt earlier, “ er… you’re not gonna do that to me, right..? ”
Evilness was how she was raised. Burn kingdoms to the ground, Mal. Make people cower at the mention of your name, Mal. Rip out their hearts. Destroy all that is good and beautiful. Lessons from school and life before Auradon come to mind. As a concept, she understands what it means to be bad. As an idea, she knows what it means to instill fear into the heart of a person. And though she aspired to live up to her mother’s legacy, when she sees how the other girl looks at the unconscious men... the life she dreamed of once upon a time feels empty.
When she thinks about someone looking at her how the other looked at those men, it doesn’t make her feel giddy. It doesn’t give her that rush, that high, she’s been told she’d feel all her life. It’s just... an empty hole in her heart. Who she is, who she’s meant to be. It’s not as if Mal’s a hero. She’s not exactly one to do things out of the goodness of her heart. But the ravenous look... the way these men couldn’t be reasoned with. Maybe they deserved to lay under a pile of armor for a while. Even so, her feelings are complicated on the matter. She doesn’t know how to feel about her choice. Now’s not the time, when the other starts reacting.
Her lips curl upward into a smirk. Mischievousness flickers through dark green eyes at the immediate reaction. Astonishment... does amuse her. She thrives a bit on attention. Mal may not want to destroy and cause chaos, but she does want to be acknowledged. Recognized for her own actions. Defined by her actions, not anyone else’s. Mal giggles a bit. “You good?” she questions, an eyebrow raised.
“Yup, that was all me!” she has no hesitation in proclaiming her action. Maybe it sounds too much like a brag, the way she says it. Mal could stand to be a little more humble, but she wouldn’t agree. “You might have to define crazy things for me another time,” she muses. Magic might not be commonplace back home anymore. It still comes naturally to her. “No way, I’m not gonna do that to you, buuuut...” she points toward the pile of armor and men. “We should probably blow this popsicle stand before these losers wake up.”
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rojoses:
she seems nice – was ruby’s first impression of her roommate. at least she didn’t groan and roll her eyes as her little wordplay. that… that was a good sign, right? never one to judge a book by its cover, ruby tended to see the good in people. at the other’s smile, she just as easily returns a warm one with no intention other than to acknowledge mal as her roommate.
boots tap lightly against the cold floor as she makes her way towards the work of art. leaning closer, closing one eye to reallly capture all the details, she tries to ignore all the fumes and just look at art in the creation. ❛ eh, don’t worry about it. we’re going to have to bend up, over and all around if we’re going to make this place our home anyway, mal – roomie. ❜ eyes twinkle when mal explains that this was her mother. ruby’s heard of plenty of strange things before – how’s a dragon’s baby any different? but that doesn’t stop the onslaught of questions from rolling off her tongue.
❛ your mom’s a… DRAGON ?! that’s sooooo cool! does she let you fly on her to get to class or – !! or do you play hide and seek under her wings ?? does she wrap her wings around you to hug you?! how does she use utensils…? can she breathe fire and like… roast marshmallows so you don’t need to use a campfire while you’re camping?! i’vealwayswantedtotrythat !! ❜ she sways in place with sheer excitement. hopefully, mal wouldn’t judge her too hard.
while her mom wasn’t here either – … actually, where was her own mom? whenever she tried to recall an image of summer, it always felt like something in her head was blocking that image. orange and red skies mixes with – she couldn’t remember… she knows how her mom looked, appearance wise but… their last encounter, she couldn’t for the life of her pick it out from her memory.
She seems... energetic, to say the least. It’s not as if it’s a bad thing or so Mal tells herself. Rather, it’s just... completely different than anything she knows. It reminds her of her first day at Auradon Prep, without all of the music and cheering. For her, it’s a bit overwhelming. While she can act the part, she’s not social by nature. Keeping to herself is how she’s lived most of her life. Friends weren’t a thing on the isle, let alone acquaintances. Getting to know knew people is... one thing she’s never learned.
“Uhhh...”
Mal’s not used to people asking about her mother. Most people walk in a wide berth when it comes to her. People don’t mention her mother by name. Her mother’s reputation precedes her and colors people’s opinions of Mal. “She could do all of that, if she wanted to,” she answers carefully, “but she’s kinda... sorta... banned from using magic. She’s been stuck as a human for most of my entire life. Talks about turning into a dragon a lot though.”
Not to mention the only time she’s seen her mother in draconic form was... when she almost ate her and her friends. After all, she decided to reject walking the line of evil, of destruction, of destroying everything around. She decided not to be who she was told she was her entire life. She chose to be who she could be. Perhaps in the long line of disappointments Mal’s given her mother, this is the greatest of them.
“Also, I... might have turned my mom into a lizard, the one time I got to see her dragon form?” she added in as an afterthought. Hugs and campfires, huh. Being flown to school. Even if Auradon had decided to allow magic, she knew Maleficient would never do those things for her. Tough love was the only kind of ‘affection’ she’s been shown, if one could even call it that.
Mal’s joining the Halloween fun as a goth princess. Might as well mock some princesses she knows, right? Joke’s on her as she starts acting like a Real Princess. Prim, proper, and all that jazz.
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“Everyone deserves to get a second chance.”
Things to be sent anonymously or not!! – Accepting!!
“…You sound just like someone I know.”
She dances around the topic. Mal doesn’t disagree, but she doesn’t agree either. She’s inherited her mother’s attitude of being uncompromising. Forgiveness isn’t a word of the language she speaks. She’s learning. The process is slow going. She’s not Evie. Kindness doesn’t come naturally to her. Ruin and destroy is the language she knows. It was the only way to win her mother’s approval.
By betraying that, Mal’s betrayed everything she’s ever known. She turned her back on the approval she’s tried to win her entire life. A second chance has been given to her. She took it, and yet… she doubts herself. Maybe she should have focused in Remedial Goodness. She knows she’s in no position to give others a second chance. Don’t poke at the chip on someone’s shoulder, when one has a plank on their shoulder. She’s trying. More so for her friends than herself.
“That doesn’t mean everyone knows what to do with it.”
“Another island prison, huh? That’s pretty wicked.”
Her word choice and her real emotions? They betray one another. Mal’s been trapped one way or another her entire life. The taste of freedom Ben gave her and her friends? It’d been a nice breath of fresh air. Koi’s nicer than the isle, but a cage is still a cage. A dragon with clipped wings cannot fly. And oh, how she longs to soar again.
"I hate how funerals are always at 9 a.m. I’m not really a mourning person."
“…Wow.”
She has no pun in response. No. She absolutely will not stoop to that level.
Mal does… grin a little in amusement.
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@mallevolence
Once upon a time, a young lady named Evie had found herself suddenly whisked away to another world, full of glamour and castles as far as the eye could see—
Except it wasn’t. It isn’t. Don’t get her wrong; Koi certainly has its own charm, and discovering somewhere completely new does admittedly excite her. But this isn’t Auradon, nor is it the Isle. As delightful as this place might seem, it isn’t home.
Sitting here at Deja Brew, she feels at quite a loss. Whilst sipping at some tea, she idly flicks through a book she’d grabbed at random, even as her mind is stuck thinking about the copy of D*sney’s Sn*w Wh*te she’d been given upon arrival. Maybe she’ll find some answers here, she thinks, but, if anything, the pages only seem to leave her with more questions than before.
Then, something unexpected happens. Out the corner of her eye, she spots someone familiar.
❝M? Is that you?❞
Standing from her seat, she lightly places a hand on the girl’s arm and turns her just a little, trying to get a better look at her face. Yeah, that’s definitely Mal. But… she looks so…
❝That hair— no, not just the hair. This isn’t like what happened with Audrey, is it? But instead of an old— beautiful old woman, they spelled you back a couple of years to your pre-Queen self?❞
It’s the most logical explanation she can think of right off the bat, though it still leaves many unanswered questions. After all, she knows this look of Mal’s. It’s… how she looked back when they chose good.
She’d never willingly admit how lonely the city feels. Sure, she hangs out with her roommate sometimes, but... it’s hard to put into words. Koi’s a double edged sword. The freedom at her disposal’s a gift. Going where she wants when she wants is a perk. But what’s the fun in... any of it when she’s on her own?
No use dwelling on it too long. Magic to get her out of here would require her mother’s staff or Fairy Godmother’s wand. Neither of which are at her disposal. Mal hits the streets, intent on locking up her thoughts and throwing away the key. Wandering only lasts so long before hunger intrudes upon the moment.
She enters Deja Brew, walking toward the front when she’s stopped. It doesn’t click right away that something’s different with Evie. Being around the other is natural, like breathing.
“E, if you make one more split ends comment, I sw--” Mal begins to grumble in the way she always does when the other starts talking fashion. Her sentence is abruptly cut off as Evie keeps talking.
“What did you jut say about Audrey?” she demands, but more questions follow like rapid fire. “Why would I be an old woman? What are you talking about? Wait. Wow, wow, wow. Did you just call me queen? Queen of what?”
This sort of freak out is... six months early, not that she’d know that. Mal turns to face the other properly. She blinks.
“Evie. What’s with your hair?”
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/ @mallevolence .
❛ ————— raven ?! raven , is that you ? I —— ❜ coming to a halt , heels dig into the ground to stop the excitement - induced run . now in closer proximity to the assumed figure , certain features contrasted dear best friend’s and thus introduced internal disillusion . ne'er the less , frame still falls into an apologetic bow , a chuckle to elude embarrassment . ❛ dear me , I apologize . I thought you were a friend of mine for a second , your hair colour … it resembled her’s quite well ! I hope I did not startle you . ❜ wisteria square was quite breathtaking , it was for certain that if raven didn’t find beauty in it , apple and rosabella surely would have .
People are... prone to shrinking away from her rather than running toward her. In Koi city, people walk right past her. Somehow, she’s alright with that fact. Nevertheless, she blinks not so subtly at the girl skidding to a stop in front of her. She can’t get a word in edgewise as the other speaks. Then bows. It reminds her of Evie. “Yeah?” she muses out. That’s intriguing. Purple hair’s uncommon where she comes from after all. “Sounds like your friend has great taste.” She lazily waves it off, “It’s no problem. Actually, it’s a welcomed change from wandering around.”
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She steps into the offices with little regard for whatever’s on the ground. Administration’s a little too close to authority for her tastes. She supposes it’s fortunate that whoever used to be in charge of this place won’t be stopping her from poking her nose around. Mal has questions. Many of them, at that. She doesn’t trust people to be forthcoming with answers. Scientists are full of secrets, right? Some might argue that science is a form of magic. And if they were anything like Auradon’s magic users, she couldn’t trust them as far as she could throw them. Their work, left behind information, would tell far more.
She scours through papers and things, most of which seem to be destroyed, tattered, torn. Disappointing, really. It’s not as if science stuff is her strong suit anyhow. Even if she could read this, she’d probably doze off. One bit of info catches her eyes. Achilia. A planet. Somewhere that is not Earth. It’s not as if it’s impossible, considering how whack this city’s been. If it’s true they’ve been told quite a lie about where they are. Mal’s mind whirls, but she can’t come up with any theories. She needs someone to be a soundboard. And that just happens to be...
“Hey roomie,” she singsongs, sitting on top of an office table, “how do you feel about being an alien on another planet?”