❛ too many sherbet dips

  ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅs ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ ʀᴏsᴇs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢ ᴏ ʟ ᴅ ᴇ ɴ ᴊᴜʙɪʟᴇᴇ

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owenweiss‌:

Owen contemplated the words for a moment before smirking. “Take control, rebuild. Its a very fine line to tiptoe on.” His voice holding a slight bit of irritation but also playfulness. He didnt remember the kid from the isle so they had to be from Auradon, or at least grew up around it. “Too bad all us isle kids are like children with heavy feet. We only know how to destroy. Id say we have started something beautiful.” Tossing the still lit cigarette in the trash beside him, he turned to Miles. “Id wager a guess that you wouldnt mind a difference in control.” 

Miles never was one to think about their words, about how it could effect the person standing beside them. He just spoke. Somewhere in between a filter was missed, a step skipped. This, what the isle kids created, they agreed was beautiful. “Heavy feet?” A small snicker rose to their lips as they looked back to the other, “This isn’t destruction, this is chaos. It’s the beliefs of everyone, fears pushed onto others coming true. You said it, tell a hero they’re a hero. But who’s saving anything? There’s fear. Fear can control- but no, the control’s the same if it’s more fear.” It was ironic to watch the disaster unfold, watch the Auradon children distress. While children from the Isle, they thrived in the mayhem.  “Do you plan on taking control?”

[davefrancoedits]

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owenweiss‌:

Having taken the chaos to get his confiscated items back from that bitch Fairy Godmother, Owen was playing with his switch blade before he closed it and tucked it into his pocket. His hand tapping the hunter knife on his waist where it sat in its holder. God how he had missed his gifts from his father when the older man had realized he was fascinated with all things pointy and sharp. Crossing one rough looking combat boot over the other, he plucked the cigarette from behind his ear and lit it, watching the small bits of fire continue to ravish Auradon. 

“You burn the city down to rebuild it, right?” 

There’s a way someone would hold themselves in Auradon, a way in which children’s clothes never crinkled and their hues all pastel that made the children from the isle stand out amongst the crowd. And Miles thought it to be a beautiful sight. He could only wonder how long it would take for him to be bored of it all.  They lent against the wall beside another, where they held a cigarette between their lips, Miles held a pencil. Ash and graphite.

“You can burn a city down to take control.”

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jennrider‌:

The third and youngest child of a royal family, Jenn knew to stay quiet and out of the way. Or at least, she assumed that’s what she should do in this situation. Because staying quiet was for royal functions and boring lunches or dinners. Jenn told herself she was trying to avoid trouble, but truthfully, she stayed away because she was scared.

She saw the sketchbook before she saw the person. it drew her in. Quietly, she sat down and peeked over the stranger’s shoulder.

“That’s kinda morbid.” She observed in a quiet, unsure voice.

Beauty was found in everything. To the world that relayed the same information every day, the repetition of boredom. To the burning chaos that broke out through the city and engulfed the once perfect town. In this moment, Miles was the least scared he’d been in years.  For there was horror in the never changing town that presented as perfect.

“I’ve only seen stuff like this in paintings before- in stories. Nothing this real.”

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gabegaston‌:

Gabe cocked his head to the side, grabbing the crown he had stolen from Chad’s room and holding it place so it didnt fall off. Pursing his lips for a moment, he looked out at all the destruction before back to Miles. “Is this what you think the isle looks like? Its not all bad, you know. Sometimes you can go to the docks and the water looks clear enough that you forget you live on an island that you cant leave.” Gabe stated after a moment before smiling softly, leaning in close to the other as he did so. “Do you think I started this? Do you think I could have started this? Real quick. Dont think about it. Just answer.” 

Without fully waiting for an answer though, Gabe shook his head. “It was bound to happen, you know. You take kids that have been treated like criminals all their lives and bring them to a place where all they see is everything they never got a chance to have. Its almost cruel, you know.” The last part mostly to himself before his bit his bottom lip and his eyes brightened back up again. “Whatcha doing? Its mean to not answer.” 

There was so much for Miles to love about the arrival of the isle children, they were interesting. For the longest time Auradon was the same. Day in and day out they’d wake up and see the world. They’d search high and low for something new, something exciting. But they’d keep turning over the same rock, only to discover- there was nothing new. “I never thought the water would be clear..” It was reflective in their art, watching the same boring thing every day. It was mundane. Repetitive. Even painfully so.

But now he looked to a boy adorned in dark reds, and chains with a crown so delicately resting upon his head as if it never was meant to belong. 

“Yes.” The first word that came to his mouth as he watched the other. “Partially, there’s a lot of fire for one person to start. Too much. More hands- more you. It’s too much for an accident, look at it.” As they rambled, their eyes shifted back across to the burning town before them. “Auradon has never created something this beautiful before. So I’m sketching it, I do not want pictures of this. It would be insincere. Oh! I want to paint it!”

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gabegaston‌:

Having taken moments during all the chaos to steal huge amounts of things from shops and other students, Gabe skipped back to his dorm with the straw from his smoothie hanging loosely from his mouth. Rounding the corner, he toppled over Milos legs, pouting out his bottom lip as his smoothie smashed against the floor and spilled from the cup. “Aww poo.” His voice low as he shifted to remove himself from the boy, plopping down beside him as he moved the straw from his mouth and behind his ear. “Whatcha doing?” 

Miles thought to their belongings in their room that was likely being ransacked and turned over in the beautiful sight before them. But what was a camera at the cost of capturing this moment. He’d sworn he’d seen it before, paintings, pictures. Endless arrays of sources. But this. This was pure.

“Fuck!” Protect the paper, it was all he could think in the moment as smoothie spilled before him. Pulling the pad to their chest, shooting a stare to the one who now placed himself delicately beside them. The anger that was possibly there subsided quicker than it has rose. “Is this what the Isle looks like? Dishevelled, burning. No- no there isn’t fire is there. Well I mean, you can make fire, but this. This. The chaos. Fuck. Did you start it?”

[lalisamanobane]

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ya child of hatter here with them basic dot points because chester’s too tired to do up an actual bio page rn 

miles is one of the children of hatter

half sibling to madden but still grew up with hatter raising them

gender queer because they don’t care what pronoun you use

call miles a french cheese stick for all they care

they’re a little- ah- odd.....

doesn’t realise actions has consiquences

zero filter

talks a thousand miles a minute at all times

art history major, so is a hoe for art

probably always has a camera in your face

true conspiracy theorist

is an actual ray of sunshine with a short temper

more like a 3 year old than anything

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Chaos clattered through the halls and embers flicked at the city lights, raining down in an array of beautiful violence. Miles was fortunate to miss the terror, the dread that settled into those around who ran in panic. Lucky one would call it. But a second thought wasn’t something Miles cared to give it. Instead they sat. Watching. Observing. A pen and paper in their laps, sketching out the scene before them. The terrified faces, the collapsing city. The empire crumbling to the ground. How beautiful.

With the disorder around them, they felt all too comfortable. Perhaps as they were so distracted by the beauty of it all to realise the weight. Or perhaps for he didn’t understand the meaning to any weight.

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