One for my Evies
@inherited-vanity @soimamisfit @ciderhearted @designerevil




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One for my Evies
@inherited-vanity @soimamisfit @ciderhearted @designerevil
@designerevil "It must be quite a change," Grace replied. "What did you guys do on the Isle, anyway?"
❝ Hey, Doug. ❞ The designer handed her prince a twinkie. ❝ Jane gave me this earlier... I don't particularly like it. Do you want it? ❞
Doing his homework alone was his first mistake. Clearly he not being in one of her classes but his own put him in that place he has one bargain of homework to do for himself. Which she offered to help with many, many times. Her soothing voice sank into his ears enough for him to turn around with almost an instant smile on his face.
“M’lady.”
He returned her greeting with his own. Although the Twinkie suddenly given to him made his mun remind himself of why he choose to be so..horrific in the first place. May yet he knows what comes next whether he want not to say or to say. A given sharp inhale complied with listening to his beloved words.
“I’ll take it, but.”
It is indecent. But it’s for the shits and giggles. A laugh or so. Maybe a flirt too settle the scores for how she tries so hard to flirt with him. Latter the meaning he yet to admit it works. Nor will he in the future.
“But I’d rather eat you out instead.”
This. His second mistake. He should start digging for his new grave
Quite random but thought I should appreciate @designerevil a lil’ bit.
Fali you’re my best friend i love you so damn much. I remember the days before the rp community, the times I looked up to you and wanted to be like you. I still sometimes still can’t wrap my head around how we’re friends. How damn lucky was I to have you as a friend? I love you so damn much bab,,, take care of yourself, please.
Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not pretty, not worth it or anything along those lines. You’re fucking amazing and one of the kindest people I have had the pleasure of knowing. You’re always there for me, even when I’m being stubborn with how I feel and I thank you so much for that. I’d also like to apologize for the countless times I made you worry horribly? You didn’t deserve to have me trouble you and give you a hard time like that.
❝ This is better than pay-per-view. ❞
Mal and Evie breaking it down for the Auradon Prep Talent Show
{Cute headcanon!} Evie takes Dizzy closer to the shore when Dizzy is upset. As close to the shore as they can get, at least. It was one of these times that Evie gave Dizzy the first accessory Evie ever made her. After that, strolls around the Isle became regular and became one of Dizzy's favourite parts of her week.
What is the cutest headcanon you have for my muse? (THIS MEME)
Yes yes yes. I love this so much!
I can just imagine it, and Dizzy looking forward to this time every week - it becoming that special thing she counts down the days towards. And on the stolls, they would talk about getting of the Isle - what it would be like to be away from it all and the things they would do..
there was a soft exhale as perenelle placed her precious folders back into her messenger bag. college was e x h a u s t i n g to say the least, and the girl was more than ready to just DROP OUT. but then again, college guaranteed her a CAREER so therefore, she wasn’t going to put her ( hardwork ) to waste. the blonde groaned. pale, slender fingers reaching for the strap of her bag as she moved away not-so-elegantly from her chair in the cafe. another sip was taken from the LARGE cup of coffee that was meant to keep her awake for the next TWENTY FOUR HOURS, but somehow, it wasn’t working. tired and heavy eyes will soon close, so she hurried out the door of the cafe — but perenelle stopped dead in her tracks as she heard the sound of someone ( maybe a crazed college girl experiencing hallucinations?? ) calling out the name “MAL”
who would name their kid MAL?? perenelle thought as she continued on walking, there was no way that girl could have been calling after her. she was NOT MAL. her parents gave her enough justice to call her something far more decent than that. but the girl seemed to be persistent, still calling out the name even if perenelle had walked like a good twenty metres away from her already. the blonde sighed a second time.
❝ who are you and why do you keep on calling me that name?? it’s hideous !! ❞
*&. @designerevil thought she was mal.