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[brrrilliant-blog]

Power From the People: Yzma & ???

Being an emperor was hard work. Being an Empress was harder. And at Yzma’s age, she knew public opinion wouldn’t sway immediately in her favor if something “happened” to the emperor. She was the most qualified, obviously, but she had a feeling that the people wouldn’t know what to make of her. She’d have to sway the dimwitted villagers to her cause. So the first step was to make a plan. 

She could make a potion that would turn people into sheep, and then she could mass produce it and sell it off as a dietary supplement, OR BETTER YET, an energy drink! And then she could make another potion for her guards to make them into herding wolves or something like that. All of the empire would be sheep and have to follow her orders, and they’d be too afraid to stand against her, lest the dogs put them back in line. IT WAS PERFECT!

But she’d have to find out what the people liked first. So instead, she’d go about the lands and learn. She needed to catch up on her politics, and her geography. Because right now she was lost. She’d insisted on exploring on her own, since she had no idea where Kronk had gotten to. Probably cooking something that wouldn’t help me. So no she was lost nearby a town and rubbing her chin in thought as the very confusing map, continued to confuse her. 

“Does anyone here have any sort of directions out of this stinking place?!” she shouted at no one in particular.

[you-look-rather-dashing]

Open and Shut (Open Starter)

Mirage stood looking at the nameplate on her desk and pursed her lips. She sighed and shifted it slightly to the right. Not quite she thought, and then giving it another slight nudge to the side, felt satisfied in the arrangement. Her desk was organized and the walls of the new office space were relatively bare. They were waiting to be filled with clues and clippings for upcoming cases. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t thought of it before. A super spy agent, who got out of the game because she wanted to stop having to deal with the regular rules of the government she’d been a part of. Tired of hearing about super villain monologues and plans to take over the world. All this time Mirage thought seeking adventure and making big plans was what she needed to keep going. To look a madman in the face and say ‘I’m gonna stop your plan once and for all’ would somehow make life make more sense. 

Mirage wasn’t a hero, she wasn’t a super. She was a skilled agent, and her training would only do so much when it came to whackos who could throw a car or fire lasers from their eyes. Sure there weren’t any now, but someday? Probably. Maybe a little dose of normal was what she needed. Following black vans, sneaking across rooftops, and taking photos of a cheating husband or wife, wasn’t exactly normal. But it was for her. Smoothing out her skirt and sitting in the cushy leather swivvel chair behind the desk, Mirage let a real smile come across her face as she looked at the glass writing on the door at the front of the office. Even though it was backwards from this view, she knew anyone who passed would read it fine.

Elizabeth “Mirage” Junez. Private Investigator. 

“A new day, for a new beginning.” 

[you-look-rather-dashing]

Seeing Double: Mirage & Jane (Weekly Challenge)

Mirage didn’t believe in monsters. Not ghosts or demons or any supernatural creature of the world. She knew men were worse than anything in the shadows, and that genetics could make someone into something more, not an ancient ritual or “curse.” She was a woman of science and logic more than anything. So why she always felt on edge during the month of Halloween was a strange thing. Maybe it was left over from her time as a child and all the Day of the Dead celebrations? Whatever it was, she was determined not to let it bother her. 

She sat at the table drumming her fingers along the smooth surface as she waited for her guest. She’d heard and read quite a lot about the woman who’d gone off into the jungles to learn and explore, and she admired that. So Mirage took up the opportunity to send the woman a letter asking if they could get to know each other. Ladies with bright minds who wouldn’t be unnerved by things like spirits and monsters. Right?

@janepxrter

[theseawitchcanhelpyou-blog]

Starter call for my DRP members? I know I owe Lumiere, but I’d like to have a thread or two more to get things going. Also, I haven’t even scratched the surface of people to interact with! Give a like~

[princss-anna]

ROCKSTAR!AU [ open starter! ]

“Yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!” Anna sang on stage, punctuating each "yeah!" with a jump. As her guitarist started another rift, Anna shook her head. She danced around the stage, bobbing her head and occasionally kneeling down to talk to fans. With a last “YEAH!” Anna raised her arm with the microphone in the air. Applause surrounded herself and her three bandmates. Her band — the Snøflak — had started out as a small garage band in Alaska. Now they had a fanbase, merchandise, they even had done some interviews on tv! It was amazing. “Thank you all so so so so much for coming out tonight. I just want to take a moment to introduce my band. So first there's me, Anna!” The crowd hollered and clapped at the name of the lead vocalist. “Then we have my sister, Elsa on bass!” Anna ran over to her sister and gave her a hug, making the crowd coo at the sisterly love. “Kristoff on guitar!” The crowd cheered at his name, cheering even louder as Anna blew him a kiss. “Aaaaaand last but not least, Olaf on drums!” The crowd clapped. “GOODNIGHT EVERYONE!” Anna yelled. She loved being on stage. The energy she got from the crowd, the adrenaline she got from performing — it was great. Anna launched into their last song, smiling as she sang. When the song finished, Anna grinned as she walked backstage, dashing into her dressing room to quickly change into civilian clothes. “Hey, Els!” She cried, spotting her sister, “Wanna go out with me to grab a bite?” But Anna's sister declined, finishing with a warning to Anna. “Don't drink.” With assurances that she wouldn't, Anna pulled up the hood on her hoodie and left out the backdoor. A small diner was across the street, but it looked crowded inside, probably with concertgoers. Instead, Anna hailed a cab to a smaller, shabbier joint she knew. It was a tad crowded in there, too. As she waited to be seated, anna nodded at the person next to her. “Hello!!”