Feb 10, 2025
Doodled (something like) this before I started this post, and liked it enough to actually draw it!
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Doodled (something like) this before I started this post, and liked it enough to actually draw it!
Alt version down there
Guess who’s four!
Well, it's a good enough time as any to bring the pup hood out on this blog. I suck and I always forget to talk on this thing, but happy gay month, guys!
Playing those puppy gayms 🐶😘 Roowrf!
Hello!!! Can I request a Carvie where Carlos is insecure because he’s not a prince and growing up Evie was always told she had to end up with a prince?
Carvie is one of my secret ships. Just like, Carlos and Evie adore each other so much. They see kindness and hope in one another. Carlos would kiss the ground she walks on and Evie would defend him from anyone.
Enjoy!
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Cruella never wrote him letters. Sometimes Jay would get some scrawl from Jafar (who believed that the four of them were still secretly plotting to get the wand and was just biding his time on the Isle). Mal never got letters because, well, lizards can’t write.
The Evil Queen writes Evie frequently. At least once a month. The letters are long and detailed. Some are nicer than others. Some start off nice and end cruelly and the next letter is the opposite.
Carlos skims through the letter on Evie’s desk. He’s looking to see if his mother is mentioned anywhere - partly because he has some emotional attachment to his mother and partly because he has nightmares that she’s escaped and he only has a few days left to live - but instead he finds himself mentioned:
I hadn’t wished to bring this up, but I’ve noticed you holding hands with the De Vil boy on television several times. Genevieve, there are dozens of princes around you on the television in those times. King Ben or Cinderella’s son, for instance, even the son of Sultana Jasmine. Carter is a gentle boy, I’m sure, but Cruella has no connection to a royal family. He does not know what it takes to court a princess like yourself, dear. You may be friends with him, but I discourage even that. Let Carter down gracefully, like any princess would, and begin working on a young man with a castle. Immediately.
There is a surprising lack of anger. Carlos can’t find the energy to be offended over a woman who can’t remember his name. His eyes travel over the same sentence again and again.
He does not know what it takes to court a princess like yourself, dear.
Fuck, it pisses him off so much for the Evil Queen to use pet names like ‘dear’. She’s not kind with Evie, she’s still cruel and spiteful and so fucking manipulative.
Perhaps she has a point though.
Evie steps back into her room with a small wad of cash. She had gone out collecting payments from Evie’s 4 Hearts from the girls in her hall. The money makes her feel independent and successful, even if they’re all still learning the value of having money and buying things rather than stealing. “Hello, my love.” She smiles at him as she tucks the money into her pocket, but she turns into a frown when she sees what Carlos is reading. “Looking for mentions of Cruella again?”
Carlos, feeling bashful and small, shrugs. “Yeah, no mention though.”
“I gotta say I’m awfully curious about this Carter my mother mentions.” Evie teases and walks to her desk, looking over Carlos’ shoulder. “He sounds perfect. Do you think he’s single?” Evie kisses his cheek.
“What’s it matter?”
Evie’s tone immediately becomes soothing, regretful. “I’m only joking, pup.” She kisses his cheek again. “Her approval doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. I promise.”
“I’m not a prince.” Carlos usually has a better filter than that. Blurting out the first thing that comes to mind got his ass kicked on the Isle. But he can’t hide anything from Evie. He never could.
“No, you’re a knight in shining armor. Or, my favorite study buddy with the cutest freckles.”
Carlos shakes his head. “That’s not the point. I don’t know how to treat you like a prince.”
“What?” Evie pulls off his shoulder and studies him. “What are you talking about?”
“You were suppose to be with a prince because...they would treat you best.” Carlos squirms. His skin feels too tight. “You know, all gentlemanly and with grace. They have big castles like Castle Beyond the Way and get you all the things you’re meant to have. Jewelry. Cavier. But, not cavier because I know you don’t like fish. Like expensive food and limosines.”
“Carlos.” Evie says softly and cups his face. “That’s not even close to true.”
He tilts his head against her palms. “You told me just last week you don’t like seafood.”
“No, not that. You were right about that.” Evie laughs. “The rest of what you said. You treat me perfectly.”
“You’re an actual princess. You should be treated like one.” Carlos pulls away from her soft hands. Evie shouldn’t have to touch him, comfort him.
“Carlos Oscar De Vil, look at me right now.” Evie’s tone is so harsh, he obeys instantly. “Chad treated me like garbage. Ben sometimes talks about us like we’re a charity case, not that he means to. Princes here don’t look twice at me and I don’t. Want. Them. To.” She reaches for his face again, thumbs resting under his eyes. “I don’t need a prince to give me a castle or to take me to fancy parties. I just need someone who...” Evie looks away. “Who loves me even when I’m not a princess.”
“But you are.”
Evie smiles at him, her bottom lip quivering. “Not when I’m in sweatpants or my hair’s not done or I’m doing a face mask. There are times where I feel like I’m still a dirty Isle girl. You’ve never made me feel bad for not being a princess or being perfect.”
“You are perfect.” Carlos narrows his eyes. He doesn’t like when anyone speaks poorly of Evie. Especially his girlfriend. “In my sweatpants or with mud on your face.” Though, he doesn’t understand what benefit that gives her skin, but that’s beside the point. “You’re just pretty and kind and gentle and selfless and everything a princess is supposed to be. I always see you as a princess. No matter what.”
“And that-” she intertwines their fingers “-is all I need.” Evie leans forward to rest her forehead against Carlos’.
“I can’t ever give you-.”
“A princess always gets what she wants, right?” Evie looks into his eyes, her eyelashes nearly touching his. Her head rocks with his nod. “Then stop trying to tell me I can’t have you.”
Carlos’ cheeks burn. “Okay your highness.”
Evie laughs and her joy sounds like spring, warm and fresh. “That’s more like it.”
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This feels so rushed, but I can’t commit to making anything too long right now. This didn’t want to end!
@gemsona-hq‘s “Diamond Blues” prompt; Labradorite only fell under Blue Diamond’s wave of sorrow once-- on Earth, when Blue first found out of Pink’s death...the wave was so powerful and far-reaching that a few gems, Lab included, even poofed from the intense emotion.
Exhibit A: A Good Boy
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