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[sagamemes]

more angst & post angst sentences.    since this is the meme i see the most on my own rp dash, have a part two of sentences indicative of trauma and pain, past or present. feel free to edit the sentences to your own needs as you wish.

“ what happened to her? ”

“ is this it? ”

“ duty before love. ”

“ you were gone. ”

“ i keep seeing you. ”

“ please, don’t tell him. ”

“ i need to get you warm. listen, you’re gonna want to go to sleep, but i can’t let you do that, okay? just stay with me, stay with me—! ”

“ she figured it out. ”

“ you were too late. ”

“ i don’t want you apologies, i want my [relation] back! ”

“ i told you! why didn’t you listen?! ”

“ it’s me—wait! …please don’t hang up. ”

“ they gave me a new life. ”

“ and you believed them? ”

“ don’t… don’t touch me. ”

“ could you, for once, think about everyone you’re gonna leave behind if–/when/ you finally get yourself killed? ”

“ it’s nothing personal. ”

“ you’re going to have to kill me yourself. ”

“ it’s always been just you and me. you and me. no one else. ”

“ the worst punishment for a parent is to bury their child. ”

“ lie to me. ”

“ i already have [name] risking their job for me. i can’t risk anyone else. ”

“ you kill me, you’ll never find [name]. ”

“ he has [name]. ”

“ i don’t care what happens to me. do it to save yourself. ”

“ i—-i can’t breath…! ”

“ if /your/ family was being threatened, you’d do anything to save them. ”

“ i needed to learn how to never be afraid again. ”

“ please—just pull the knife out! ”

“ why do you own a gun? ”

“ i don’t know who to trust anymore. ”

“ you’ll fuck me but you won’t [go out with/date/marry] me. ”

“ we need to stop this. it’s too risky… and i can’t lose you. ”

“ i carried your coffin! ”

“ don’t follow me. ”

“ i’m mad at god. ”

“ none of it was real. i was just doing my job. ”

“ why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?! ”

“ i was the only survivor. ”

“ i never met her. ”

“ you choose your family, but it doesn’t change the fact that i’m still 50% him. ”

“ she’ll kill you if you don’t get out. ”

“ not if i kill him first. ”

[onlyrpmemes]

Is there anything you don’t understand about my muse?

❓ Go ahead and ask.

[spindleglow]

also i just checked my new followers and jesus h christ you guys???

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i’ve started to write and rewrite this post a couple of times now bc i have no idea how to go about it, so i’m just gonna go ahead and just try to get it out of my head and on writing and then write a more polished version later. let’s go with the lighter, just rule-based half first, serious stuff later:

i will not ship wandlocked!marabel with any of his current masters. to put it very, very shortly, the powers at play there and the magical elements make it so that neither party can consent to a relationship: marabel’s powers make it so that anyone with the tiniest bit of ambition won’t want to let go of him, and marabel is entirely dependent on whoever owns the staff to keep him... well, conscious essentially, giving the wielder an immense amount of leverage over him.

this is not a dynamic i’m interested in writing, especially in a public space, especially if i have the tiniest doubt over if i the partner and i see eye-to-eye on the tone of it all. this is something that can very, very easily hop on the side of glorification, and the power dynamic is already unhealthy enough without the added romantic or sexual nonconsent, and i much rather will not take the chance on the matter as the damage it could do outweighs any pros by an immeasurable margin.

now for the ugly part, which you might see coming from the tone of the previous one: i had an instance recently where i felt i wasn’t being listened to in this matter, where i got spoken over, and it became very clear that the person i was talking with didn’t have a grasp on why i was objecting to the plot. it’s not a secret that the disney fandom has an ugly underbelly of romanticising horrid things on blogs covered in pastels and cute things but i had hoped the fandom would have become more aware of the damage of these issues since i last dipped my toe here. while all that hope has not been lost, there’s still people in this fandom too comfortable with not only writing certain topics on a platform where anyone, regardless of follower or not, can see them, but also with trying to pressure these topics on to unwilling participants under the guise of ignorance and ‘wanting to learn’.

so i took some off the dash, went on a small blocking spree---the individual referenced here seems to have either deactivated or changed urls and blocked me because i’m not finding them---and will make some decisions based on the future of this blog in the near future. i might write replies, i might delete and make mar a discord-only muse, i might never write him again, i might continue watching critical role and ignore these blogs until the descendants 3 hype wave has passed and the fandom grows smaller again.

apologies for the long post, but i needed to get these out of my head and my brain is not on an editing mood.

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i’m also a few days late on checking followers bear with me

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marabel: *absent-mindedly mentions his mother in a conversation* sb: ...mother? like.......---maleficent? marabel, about to traumatise and give himself a hundred years of psychological issues just so he won’t have to admit to humanity: ............................................................................................................................................................................................................yeah.

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there has not been a lot of times that i’ve regretted making the sceptre a male but that one time i had to describe ghost!/vision!/non-physical!marabel taking a hold of the staff without making it sound like he’s masturbating in purple prose was 100% one of those times

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THIS BLOG WILL NOW FOLLOW BACK FROM @storyfracture

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for the folk following me here but not on my multi: i’m making a disney mumu---marabel is gonna stay a sideblog, the multi i follow back from is just gonna change, and let me tell you the irony of changing his ‘host’ blog is not lost on me---and i’m concentrating my efforts on that at. i might do a reply here and there, but all but one of my drafts are multi-paragraphs and i have like ten icons i actually use here. gonna need some more icons to write more replies but i promised myself i’ll do the ones for the multi first.

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this darkness around me is promising vengeance.     —    dash only, sideblog, by aurora.

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now that @ofemberfire is a thing, all we need now is fairy godmother’s wand and we’ll have the infinity stones of the descendants universe

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i need more icons.

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denydefeat‌.

Her emotions are a fog. His words cut through them though, as they had before. She had only intended to destroy the Queen’s crown before - a petty revenge, but nothing like what had come to follow. The scepter had called to her, breaking through the haze of her anger and loneliness, offering what she so desperately had wanted: revenge. Hades Junior? A taunt towards Mal, who wasn’t here to defend herself, who had saved Audrey in the end. Though it can be pointed out that the scepter was only in Auradon because Mal had planned to use Fairy Godmother’s wand to open the barrier so her mother could escape for vengeance. While Maleficent might have turned into a lizard, her staff had remained behind, and that had escalated the storm already brewing inside the young Princess. 

No; those were the thoughts that had led her to the scepter in the first place. “You manipulated me. Mal didn’t do anything but break your hold over me.” The words are shaky, unsure, confused. The more time her hand holds the scepter, eyes fixed on the projection before her, the more she doubts herself, or her own intentions for coming here. She’s still highly susceptible to his magic, her own thoughts say, but her own insecurities and fears are far more dangerous to play. “What makes you think I have a question for you?”

            “  and here i’m trying to be sardonic... fine.  ”     the first part is a lazy drawl, coupled with the roll of his head---the last word comes out sharp, almost offensive. eyes with a piercing green snap to hers, his posture solidifying: this is clearly not a sit-down chat---she came here looking for something, and he can give it to her---but she needs to get it out first.     “  is that all she did?  ”     it’s tempting to give up trying to build rapport, but there’s still one detail he feels he should correct on her version of the story:     “  you came here in pain, wanting more, and regretting being nice all your life.  ”

            the beat he holds is merely long enough to pull the fingers his hands back with other, each hand in turn---an action that would make the sound of knuckles cracking, but now is only accompanied by silence---before lacing his fingers, arms resting on his thighs.     “  and i gave you what you asked for. i took the pain away, and the shame, and the sense of regret, and gave you the power to do whatever you wanted. and you wanted---  ”    a head tilt to imply the rest. no signs of deception on his face, not an atom in him that thinks he’s lying.     “  maybe one for yourself, then? you came here for something, and i don’t think it’s to invite me for tea, so. whatever’s on the top of your head, spit it out.  ”

[spindleglow]

let’s talk about CHRISTIAN for a little bit, aka who marabel was before he became a glow stick. as i mention in the bio thingimagica, marabel used to be human-with-an-asterisk, and completely human before that: he lived in the early thirteenth century, a little under a century before aurora’s birth, for a very short time before being turned into a tree maleficent would then make her staff out of.

christian was a warlock when he died, a human who possessed magical powers through the means of deals with beings powerful enough to give them, and actually a very skilled one considering he only had less than a decade of experience before his death  ( “death” ). the person responsible for killing him was another magic-user, a witch, whom christian had managed to piss off by being an asshole with years of experience with dark magic. she decided the best punishment for him would be to technically not kill him, just grow a tree out of and using his body, with his soul in the middle in case anyone wanted to get it out. she left him like that intending to mostly just scare him, and fully presumed someone would come find him and undo it before the process would be complete.

now, this mostly because christian was thirteen when he died. ---and if you’re currently doing the numbers on his age minus experience and are getting concerning numbers and are perhaps wondering who the hell lets a preschooler do that kind of magic at all let alone ones coming from pacts, well, that’s a whole another pile of nope i won’t distract you with right now but bottom line is yes, he had parents, no, they weren’t exactly great, moving on.

there are a few things from which you can tell christian was young when he died; the strange, juvenile view he has on morality  ( the idea that feelings of guilt and shame are your conscience is a separate force from your personality, ‘manipulating’ your decision-making and preventing you from being who you truly are, as opposed to understand a person’s moral compass and the emotional conflicts that come with it being a part of your personality )  is a very good example of this, as are his lack of a deeper understanding of responsibilities and failure to commit to any sort of rules---even if it was solely about a personal code of ethics.

audrey knows marabel’s real name is christian, and that he was once human; he used it while tempting her to show how much more you can become through magic. as marabel is generally not huge on giving people his human name, even if just his first name, he hopes audrey doesn’t remember it. besides her, only maleficent knows---as far as he’s aware.

[spindleglow]

CHRISTIAN was the boy—barely a warlock—who was killed, turned into a tree, with his soul trapped in a gem in the middle of the tree and stood there for a short century before someone discovered the pieces and turned them into a staff.  MARABLE is the voice inside of the stone now, the body you can see if you possess the staff—it’s the only name he gives, and the only one he wants people to know him by. his first master was a fae; he knows better than to give out his real name to anyone with the hunger for power strong enough to wield the staff.

as an item, he falls somewhere between a cursed object and a shapeshifter; there’s a ghost of someone who once lived in the artefact. he can transform his shape, whether to change the appearance of the staff  ( he does this slowly when he stands in the museum, trying to form a better grip on the gem with his life in it )  or to change into another object. he could change into a version of himself—copy the appearance and craft it out of wood, gem where his heart would be—but never without the permission of his master.

there’s not much he can do without someone wielding him; without a mortal soul through which he can channel his powers, most of his magic is unusable—the best he can do is call out for someone desperate or power-hungry enough to take him. he senses anger, sadness, desperation, and clings on to those, makes promises of power in exchange for allowing him in.

he can not possess a person the way a ghost differently dead could—but he can manipulate feelings, lower morals, block feelings of shame or remorse. not out of malice, but rather out of the belief that without those, the wielder is more free. the concept of moral compass being a part of what makes your character is entirely foreign to him; for him, there’s the real you, and then there’s jiminy cricket telling you no—and for the person with enough rage to regret being good, he’s all too happy to kill the cricket.

[spindleglow]

hekings‌.

ben didn’t think he’d be the person there, either, but here he stood. there was something that drew him in, it wasn’t the power, no, he had that. it was something else entirely. his eyes were glued to the green glow, unable to tear it away. “yeah, me neither,” ben said honestly, fingers twitching. how he wanted the scepter! he could be the most powerful being with that, no more of his father’s disappointment in what ben was unable to accomplish. with the scepter, he could do anything. “i—i can’t…” he said, though he didn’t believe himself.

        the people who sought for magical artefacts usually did so for similar reasons. for wanting power, wanting control; sometimes over the world, more often over something making them feel hopeless and not enough on their own to make a difference. that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary---what was out of the ordinary is that usually, those people weren’t the most powerful man in auradon.     “  but you want to.  ”     it’s not an affirmation, and barely a statement---he doesn’t know what caused the king himself to show up here; he does know that this would be an odd choice as anything but the last resort.

          marabel might have enough hooks on the doubts and wishes lingering in the air to give a little push; he stands up, circles the king, putting him between his form and the sceptre, and sees if benjamin sits down where he just was---and marabel kneels, as if casually, arms and upper body leaning on the higher thigh, eyelevel below the king’s.     “  and i can. tell me... what are you after, your majesty?  ”