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hi, my name’s charlie, 28, gmt, she/they. and this is a multimuse blog for characters from disney’s descendants franchise. including original characters and au versions of characters from mattel’s ever after high adapted for the descendants world. dark themes may be present, as might nsfw of all kinds. 

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her heart is wisdom skinned / and wit warmed splendor / the echoes of a war cry holding / its four chambers together. / she rises like athena / on a night of victory dancing. / she rises like the blood moon / in a sky of a thousand nebulae bursting. - n.g. 

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i’m standing on a stage / of fear and self-doubt / it’s a hollow play / but they’ll clap anyway / my body is a cage / that keeps me from dancing with the one i love / but my mind holds the key /  you’re standing next to me / my mind holds the key / i’m living in an age / that calls darkness light / though my language is dead / still the shapes fill my head / i’m living in an age / whose name i don’t know / though the fear keeps me moving / til my heart beats so slow / my body is a cage. indie, cartoon-based rogue. loved by charlie. psd. 

[cecaelian]

very little is sparking joy at the moment, i have no muse, no plot ideas, no brain function. and i know this is a depressive spiral caused by having been locked inside since november and i am taking steps to hopefully correct it, i just started an exercise programme today, but right now i’m just getting nothing from my muses. so writing is just not happening and even ooc i feel stupidly empty, things that i know should bring me happiness, things that used to, are just making me feel sad and disconnected and i seem to have a hairpin trigger on grumpiness. so if i’m quiet, that’s why. if i don’t respond to you, that’s why. i’m not ignoring you, i just don’t want to expose you to the negativity in my brain right now. sorry y’all. ily. 

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grimhilde​:

“i’ll  never  forget  you,”  she  promised,  giving  him  a  tightlipped  smile.  she  didn’t  want  to  forget  he  was  king,  she  just  did  sometimes,  but  she  wasn’t  going  to  correct  him.  it  was  hard  to  explain  and  there  were  always  flashing  neon  signs  reminding  her  who  or  what  her  friend  was.  she  had  always  felt  that  there  were  a  lot  of  expectations  that  came  with  being  the  princess  of  the  isle,  but  she  couldn’t  imagine  being  in  ben’s  shoes.  she  didn’t  think  she  could  handle  all  of  that  weight  on  her  shoulders.  she  was  cracked,  and  broken,  and  missing  pieces.  he  was  whole  and  strong  and  …  perfect.  she  looked  down  at  the  jacket  that  was  clearly  to  big  for  her,  but  that  only  made  it  more  comfortable.  it  didn’t  hurt  that  it  was  still  carrying  his  warmth  either.  she  brought  her  gaze  back  to  his  and  smiled.  “you’re  right,  i  could.  maybe  i’ll  make  a  menswear  line.  inspired  by  the  king  of  auradon,”  she  teased  back,  nudging  him  with  her  elbow.  “i  hear  he’s  a  great  guy.”

“ well that sounds ominous, ” he teases as evie declares that she will never forget him, lips pressed tightly together into a smile that might have worried him had his partner not been evie. she couldn’t possibly know how warming it truly was to hear someone say they saw beneath the mask, beneath the crown and that they liked that version of him. and in such a way as to let him believe it. too many people want to use him for his power, his title, his connections. not many people see him, they just see a boy king, easy to manipulate. he hopes he isn’t, he’d like to think that his moral compass points north and that he always sticks to that. at least, he hopes so. 

he watches her consider his point, that she could easily make herself a similar jacket, but better tailored to her. he grins as she suggests a menswear line, but it quickly becomes a bashful smile as she tacks on that it would be inspired by him. “ oh, now you want me to be king, ” he teases, nudging her back. “ when it improves sales. ”

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belovedstars​:

whatever love might be, she knows that it’s what’s between them; she knows she loves jay and she knows jay loves her, and that’s all they really need, isn’t it? standing there with him, holding each other as he kisses her head, she definitely thinks it is. she tilts her head up to press a kiss to his cheek, returning the favor.

whatever love is, they haven’t had enough of it in their lives. so it’s good to know that he has this, has evie. he has more than just evie, of course, but she’s the one currently wrapped in his arms. he grins as she presses a soft kiss to his cheek. “ do i need to wash my face now? ” he teases, thumb gently brushing against the corner of her lip, not quite touching the red lipstick, but hinting at it. 

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when will i admit this is just a ben florian roleplay account. 

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tiderider​:

harry tipped his head to one side as he watched the flutter of emotions cast across the kings face. offense, confusion, denial. he wondered if ben was always this honest with his emotions or if it was because he was trapped and alone. harry raised his brows slightly as ben claimed not to have asked mal to play the pretty pink auradon princess, that same unsympathetic smile resting upon his lips as he listened to him speak. “ you didn’t have to ask. ” harry said with a shrug of his shoulders, “ mal’s a liar. always has been, always will be. ”

          there had been a time when harry had been younger, when the world of the isle hadn’t quite narrowed into a pinpoint, when he had wondered about auradon. wondered what the princes and princesses, the heroes and knights, had been told about the isle. he had wondered if the fairy godmothers and the wizards and the valiant lionhearts ever looked to the isle and saw the struggles of his sisters, of his captain, of him, and consider granting them their wishes. wasn’t that how the happily ever after’s worked? you work hard, you fight, you survive and when you turn sixteen you’re granted a great boon? jay, carlos, evie and mal had been granted their great boon but not uma. not his sisters. not him. “ how’s it feel? ” harry asked innocently, “ finding out you’ve been lied to your whole life? ”

harry hummed as he dragged the point of his hook up ben’s thigh until it sat against his hip, he liked the way he pinched his mouth together to keep his lower lip from trembling. he liked the way his voice sounded, thick with emotion, with the desperation to renounce every claim and accusation that left harry’s lips. “ because you’re the hero, aren’t you? you throw your parties and celebrate while we burn. isn’t that how all the fairytales end? ”

the pirate’s smile became wolfish as ben claimed to be willing to arrange his freedom in return for his own. “ are you going to give me everything i want if i let you go? ” harry asked, dragging his hook up to ben’s chest where he played with one of the zippers on his coat. “ freedom. riches. a shiny new ship. ”

truthfully, the open emotions on his expression is a side effect of having to spend so much of his willpower maintaining any semblance of calm whilst a hook wielding pirate torments him with the danger he might be in. so maybe a few more emotions than usual are going to slip through. confusion is one he doesn’t mind. at least it’s honest. and apparently honestly is hard to come by, if what harry is saying is true. ben doesn’t believe that mal’s a liar, he knows she might have been once- he’s not blind to the goings on of the first few weeks after the vks arrived in auradon, but he doesn’t think she’s a liar, at least not without a good reason. 

but- hadn’t she lied to him? hadn’t she spelled him? hadn’t she tried to spell him just yesterday? to make him forget a difficult conversation? the thought turns his stomach far more than harry’s hook. to have his mind played with, his memories erased. he pushes that feeling down, as something that he can think about later. after. assuming there is an after. which is seeming less and less likely by the minute. 

harry asks how it felt, to learn that his entire life had been built on lies, and on the backs of the less fortunate and ben has no reason to lie. “ awful, ” he admits. “ i had no idea about the injustices happening in my own kingdom. and when i found out, i wanted to fix it. i failed at that and i’m sorry. ” he had only ever wanted to help the isle and its people, but reforming the system was a difficult job. he was receiving pushback even for having controversial opinions like everyone should be paid for the work they do.so the isle had been left behind, and that wasn’t fair on them. “ i’m not a hero, ” he says. “ i never claimed to be. ” never claimed to be, but isn’t that what he’s trying to be here? 

the hook is moved from his leg to his chest, easing over the leather jacket that feels so out of place on his own body. harry asks about all the things he could give him if he was freed, but that’s not what this is. he shakes his head. “ no, but i can give you your freedom, i can give you the opportunity to study, to learn, to earn your own wealth so you can buy your own ship. i’m not bargaining for my life with elaborate promises, i’m offering you the same chance i offered mal, evie, jay and carlos. release me and i will help you, i promise. ”

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zzozo​:

          gonzo wandered further into the forge. reeva had build it herself when she had first arrived on the isle and had hired several aids to build a top floor where she could sleep, eat and work on raw schematics and designs for her projects. gonzo had only recently become willing to utilize the upstairs rooms for himself, but the ground floor — he was more than comfortable on the ground floor. there was a counter set up at the front where gonzo could speak with clients and customers, behind it was the forge, anvil and workshop. he kept it tidy and secure, everything with its own place. gonzo was still talking when he heard ben speak and glanced back at him.

“ yeah, in a minute. ” ben seemed the only thing out of place in the forge. hands clasped loosely behind his back, standing so straight and talking so properly that gonzo sighed heavily and wandered back over to him. with his free hand, gonzo reached behind ben to separate his hands, then grabbed his shoulder and gave him a shake. “ relax! you’re making me nervous. ” gonzo chastised as he released him. “ you said you like puzzle’s right? i’ve got something to show you. ”

           gonzo set the glass down on the counter and jogged into the workshop, while it was dim, gonzo knew exactly what he was looking for and where it would be. he returned to ben with a box held in his hand, holding it out to him with a wide smile. “ open it. ”

blacksmithing is one of the skills he doesn’t possess, so the forge is uniquely interesting to him, because he has very little idea about how any of it really works (though the theory might be there) and to him, learning about it is fascinating. which is one of the reasons he listens so intently to gonzo as the smith rambles about anything and everything that comes into his head, the drinking he’d been doing clearly loosening his tongue. it’s unabashed, unrestrained passion and there’s little more beautiful than someone talking vehemently about something or someone they love. 

when gonzo turns back to look at ben, though, he sighs and ben wonders what he could possibly have been doing wrong. but is quickly shown when the pirate moved towards him and reached around his body to separate his clasped hands. ben is grateful for the dim light hiding the slight tinge of embarrassment on his cheeks. he should know better than to stand like a king here, the isle isn’t a place that wants or respects that. his hands separate and fall to his sides. a surprised laugh bubbling from his lips as gonzo shakes him. “ sorry, it’s a habit. ” he rolls his shoulders slowly, trying to loosen up and heads just a little further into the forge. 

gonzo disappears briefly and then returns holding an ornate box covered in metal trappings. it’s weighty, when it’s handed to him and he carefully examines the exposed mechanisms. “ i assume it’s not a simple key and padlock affair? ” he says, though it’s almost teasing. “ this craftsmanship is exquisite. ” fingers trace over the box, seeking out hidden buttons and levers, testing for moving parts. 

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spheirrow​:

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 to Ben, he doesn’t play easily into her hands the way some on the Isle would have. It was easy on the Isle to flirt and manipulate a situation to get what she wanted, but here it feels as though she’s been seen in a way that she’s seldom experienced. He doesn’t shock quite so easily as she expected he would, the way most born in Auradon did when Jacqueline opened her mouth. It was obvious he knew   exactly what she was doing and though some part of her was disappointed she didn’t fluster him, she’s altogether much more impressed by his quick rebuttal. As if he didn’t have to think about it at all.

        Her smirk softens at the edges. She’s always liked a challenge. As Ben speaks, she leans in. It’s not enough to intrude on his personal space, but simply to show that she’s interested in what he says. ❝  Well, I would expect nothing less from you. Is that a class they teach? How to be a charming gentleman?  ❞ It’s meant more as a joke, but Jacqueline wouldn’t be surprise if there was such a class.  ❝  Or is it just a ‘ Ben ’ thing?  ❞

ben finds that the trick to making people feel seen and understood is to always treat them like people. at least, that’s what he always tries to do. he wants to treat everyone with the same genuine kindness and empathy. could it get him into trouble? yes. is it going to? very likely. but is it helping smooth over wounds caused long before this crown ever landed on his head? he’d like to think so. and on top of that, he likes to surprise people. he likes to show them that he’s not what they see on tv. he learned quickly that those from the isle appreciate a quick wit, so he’s blessed enough to have one of those. but also that they like to be shocking, so he tries to avoid allowing himself to be shocked. 

he smiles back at jaqueline as she leans forwards, listening and interested- and he laughs quietly as she suggests that being charming is probably a class taught at auradon prep. it doesn’t sound entirely out of the question. “ basic chivalry, yes, and advanced chivalry too. both are classes that you can take at auradon prep. but it’s more than that. i’ve been raised to be the perfect prince since the moment i was born, but there’s no classes that can force that if you aren’t willing to learn. i suppose it just comes naturally to me. at least, i hope so. i’d like to think so. ”

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THE UNITED KINGDOMS OF AURADON. Based on the original map, below the cut you can find a list of kingdoms and their rulers. 

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tiderider​:

          he can see the cogs turning in the poor royals head. the way that he was scrambling to find an escape route. to think his way out of the hole his allies had dug for him. but there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, there was nothing to stand between harry and his retribution now. harry wanted him to feel hopeless and helpless, he wanted him to know what it was like to stripped to nothing, for all of the power and control to be torn from him. anything less would be an offense.

ben fell hard. it was a bad fall. the kind that hurt and harry grinned as he pointed his hook at him. here, in the dark belly of the revenge, harry was the one with the power and he could practically feel himself getting drunk on the trip. he forced himself to swallow the way his heart pounded against his chest and the way that adrenaline flooded through his veins. swallowed it down into his cavernous gut with a trembling breath. “ you’re. too. LATE. ” harry hissed, puncturing each word with a step forward until he was looming over the kidnapped king. “ you took too long. you think you can grant those four freedom and we’ll just sit here and wait until it’s good for you to pick someone else? ”

          harry lunged forward, grabbing the front of ben’s coat and shoving him harshly back against the deck. half crouched, half kneeling until their faces were inches apart. “ i don’t need your help. my captain’s going to set us free. you and auradon aren’t going to stand in our way anymore. ”

harry shook his head, a breathless kind of laughter slipping past his lips as ben claimed that harry was better than the violence he wished to elicit. “ you’re confused, king. when someone hurts me and mine, there’s nothing i won’t do to pay that back. ” harry raised his hook and pressed the wicked point to the shallow part between ben’s collarbones. “ and you  .  .  .  you hurt uma. your friends hurt my crew. and now i’m going to hurt you. ”

he’s usually much better at catching himself, the fact he’s landed hard is a testament to how thrown off he’s actually feeling. he isn’t ex-captain of the r.o.a.r team for no reason, he should really be better than this. but this is nothing like practice in the safe gyms of auradon prep. he isn’t surrounded by friends here who will stop if he asks, nor are the swords blunted, or the floors padded. truthfully, he’s terrified- and that’s a feeling like nothing he’s ever felt before. he’s never been in this much danger, he’s never been this close to pain or death before. and it’s burning through him, the adrenaline in his veins, the pounding in his own head, the tightness of his muscles as they brace for an actual, real impact. there’s no training in the world that can prepare for this. 

he doesn’t get a chance to get to his feet, just as he’d thought he might not. harry’s hand fists into his open jacket and he slams him back against the ground, leaning over him. “ you’re right! ” he gasps, higher pitched than he would like and more forceful than he meant. desperate. “ you’re right, i messed up, ” he says, strained. “ and i know that sounds stupid, but i can’t change the past- i can help you have a future. ” his breath shudders from his lips, and there’s no hiding the fear or sorrow on his face. “ i deserve to be punished. you don’t. but that’s what will happen if uma takes down the barrier, they’ll just put it back up and cancel the program completely. it will be used as proof, reasons not to let you off the isle ever and i don’t want that. i don’t think you want that either. ” 

eyes squeeze closed as the cold, sharp point of harry’s hook is pressed against his sternum, and a shiver passes through the length of him. “ i didn’t mean to, ” he murmurs, at the accusation that he’s hurt uma. he isn’t sure how or when, and he really hadn’t meant to. he doesn’t want to hurt anyone. but harry wants to hurt him. retribution. reparations. punishment. call it what you will, harry wants it. and there’s nothing he can do about it. no words are going to fix it, or make him stop, no actions are going to shake him off. his shoulders slump. “ okay, ” he whispers, pretending like he’s still got any control of this situation at all. his hand moves to wrap around harry’s wrist, just above the base of the hook, holding, but not pushing (what would be the use in pushing?). eyes flicker to harry’s own bright blue ones. “ i am sorry. and i know it’s not enough. ”

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when    i    set    fire    to    forests   ,          I    BURN    WITH    THEM                 (          but    when    i    rise   ,          they    rise    with    me     !          )                 when    i    fly   ,          the    stars    soar   ,          too              ———              spinning    reflections    in    my    eyes     .              but    when    i    cry   ,          worlds    drown    in    the    oceans    of    my    tears     .

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spheirrow​:

        ❝  I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just…  ❞ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 gaze to the gardens. ❝  You’re just so genuinely concerned. Not exactly used to that.  ❞ Kindness was hard to come by on the Isle. The only people who seemed to show that much care and concern for her were her father and the Revenge’s crew. She’d be a liar if she said she didn’t appreciate it, though. Ben was sweet. Maybe even too sweet for his own good.

        At the mention of amorous couples, Jacqueline grins. It’s impish and impudent, just as much as the next words that come out of her mouth—quick and without forethought. ❝  How very thorough of you both to think ahead like that. I like it; though I’m a little disappointed. I wanted to check out the maze.  ❞ She sighs, a fluttery sound as her tone shifts into something coy and flirty. ❝  What do you think? If I get lost, will a valiant king come and rescue me?  ❞ Her grin widens, knowing she’s laid it on a little too thick to be taken entirely seriously, but enjoying teasing him all the same.

he doesn’t mind the laughter. it doesn’t feel harsh or judgemental, not so much like she’s laughing at him, but just laughing at the situation. which doesn’t bother him nearly as much. he feels that flicker of shame when she points out that she’s never been used to receiving much in the way of genuine concern for her well being. but he pushes past it, with barely a flicker of his affable expression. “ well, i’ve been told i worry too much, ” he says with a laugh of his own. 

    he considers that maybe some people would have wanted to trial the maze without the obvious light path, but from a safety perspective it had been the only option. “ you’re always welcome back in the daylight, to go through the maze then, ” he assures her with a smile. but then she’s switching her tone- and he’s not a fool, he can hear the change. perhaps that’s the point. he clears his throat softly. “ it would be remiss of me not to, ” he confesses. “ i’m always happy to help someone in distress. ” anyone. he’s an equal opportunities hero. 

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WHICH SPECIFIC CHARACTER ARCHETYPE ARE YOU? - BEN EDITION 

the Beauty.

Beloved, beautiful, naive, innocent—or at least, perceived this way. The one representing goodness, in all its purity, to others. Smarter than they let on.

there is no tagging, i just did a uquiz, take it if you wanna!

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grimhilde​:

she  still  wasn’t  used  to  random  acts  of  kindness,  and  she  didn’t  know  if  she  would  ever  be.  him  offering  her  his  jacket  was  such  a  simple  gesture,  but  so  sweet  and  very  much  appreciated.  “thank  you,”  she  said,  wrapping  the  jacket  around  herself  tighter  and  smiling.  the  warmth  was  nice,  and  it  smelled  like  ben.  she  eyed  him  for  a  moment  before  shaking  her  head.  “no.  i  don’t  think  i  could  ever  forget  you,”  she  admitted.  ben  was  technically  the  first  person  she  met  in  auradon,  and  he  was  certainly  the  one  who  left  the  biggest  impression  on  her.  he  was  nice  when  others  weren’t.  she  would  never  forget  that.  “not  you.  your  title,  yes.  you  carry  the  weight  of  the  world  on  your  shoulders  and  you’re  still  humble  and  kind,”  she  explained,  gesturing  to  the  jacket.  “i  just  might  have  to  keep  this.  blue  is  my  favourite  colour  …”

it comes as naturally as breathing to him, to offer his jacket to someone who looks like they need it. and she looks like she needs it. where he is wearing too many layers, she’s not wearing nearly enough to be sitting outside in february. “ you’re welcome, ” he says as she thanks him for use of the jacket and he settles back against the trellis, eyes on her instead of the lights. “ well, that’s good to know, i’d hate to be forgotten. ” in fact, he’d like to be remembered, not just by evie, but by everyone. and for the right reasons. “ i don’t blame you for wanting to forget that i’m king, it’s a lot to carry. ” he can never forget, but if he makes people feel so at ease that they do, then that’s a good thing. he chuckles as she indicates that she might keep the jacket. “ i’m sure you could make a dozen jackets that would fit you better than one stolen one of mine, evie, ” he teases.  

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paintedragcn​:

She doesn’t expect his jacket to be placed over her shoulders, and she clings onto the material. “I think it feels a little sweaty,” She couldn’t resist jabbing, but there was a matching smile playing on her lips. No harm meant. “But thanks.”

“What are you doing outside? I figured you’d still be doing your rounds in there,” Mal noted, recalling how many people tended to seek out Ben during these sorts of events. It never was something that Mal had been able to get used to whenever she attended as his date.

if she wasn’t expecting basic kindness from him, then he clearly hasn’t been doing a very good job of teaching her that this is simply how he behaves. he laughs softly as she suggests that it’s slightly damp from the sweat of him dancing. she’s smiling, so she’s not actually annoyed about it. “ any time, ” he assures her with a smile. 

he glances back towards the towering windows and the ballroom lights and then looks back to mal. she’s thinking the same thing, he guesses, about how sought after he is at times like this. “ i wanted to see how the garden turned out. i asked jane to set this up. ” as a retreat? maybe. he hadn’t said that, though.