#gotnerved

[belovedstars-a]

@gotnerved​ sent: “ 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 : 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚉𝙴 : $𝟷𝟶𝟶. ” ( @prognatae )

she hits accept, of course she does. it’s an easy thing to do, and it’s fun, too. she just has to, you know, convince ben to take a break and sit down with her for a bit, let her have her fun. so she goes to his office, waits until he’s free, and then leans on his desk, mischief in her eyes. “so, i’ve got a proposition for you.”

[cendrillion]

@gotnerved : 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙴. 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 : 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚉𝙴 : $𝟿𝟶.

signing up for nerve, giselle did expect that she would be forced to step far out of her comfort zone, but this was too much. she had stared at her phone for what it felt like an eternity, her stomach had dropped just at the sight of the message. maybe it was a tad dramatic, but giselle felt like no other dare could be worse than that. shave her beautiful, well cared eyebrows. with a heavy heart, the blonde eventually pushed the ACCEPT button, going live instantly. “ well, I guess that's it. ( … ) look, whoever sent in that dare, I'll have you know that my eyebrows are worth way more than $90, okay? well, were, I guess. ” giselle rushes to her bathroom, it reminds her of when she was younger and she would attempt to cut her hair by herself hidden in her bathroom. but only this time it was her precious eyebrows. taking razor in hand and setting her phone by the mirror, the princess tries to prepare herself to do the act. “ uhmmmmm. ” the blonde visually shudders, a whine slipping out when she gets too close. “ okay, I have to do this. I'm doing, I'm doing this, I'm doing … ” and on a swift motion, giselle shaves half of her right eyebrow off. “ oh my god. ” her expression is horrified, but there's no going back now, she thinks as she shaves what's left of it. “ okay, one down. next one now. ” another whine makes it's way out of her mouth as the princess starts shaving her left brow, and, in no time, it's all gone. “ oh god. oh god, oh god, oh god. no, no, no, no, I can't believe I've done this. oh, god. shit, shit, shit. ” she might be having a breakdown.

[levered-a]

@gotnerved​     :      𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴     :     𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜     𝚊     𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎     𝚘𝚏     𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗     𝚝𝚘     𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎     𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚛'𝚜     𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗.     𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍     𝚏𝚘𝚛     𝚝𝚎𝚗     𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜     .     𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚉𝙴     :     $𝟾𝟶𝟶     @naivetm

                    𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬     𝐨𝐟     𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲     𝐚𝐧𝐝     𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭     Auradon     Prep     no     longer     seem     as     comforting     as     the     pamphlets     fed     down     their     throat     make     them     out     to     be.     The     hallways     are     too     narrow     and     the     lights     are     too     bright.     The     crowd     is     too     loud     and     she     can’t     hear     herself     think.     Fingers     curl     around     the     edge     of     her     phone     ,     and     the     grind     of     her     teeth     produces     a     deafening     sound     that     reverberates          in     a     hollow     skull.     The     decision     comes     quick     and     old     habits     die     hard.     Impulse     wins     over     heart     --     always     does     ,     always     will     --     when     she     presses     the     pad     of     her     thumb     to     accept     the     dare.     TEN     SECONDS     ,     it’s     only     ten     seconds.

Feels     like     ten     seconds     by     the     time     she     finds     her     ,     Aklla     doesn’t     remember     much     of     the     last     hour.     She     remembers     a     ring.     Remembers     putting     it     onto     her     own     finger     and     laughing     because     it     didn’t     burn     the     way     she     thought     it     would.     (     Why     would     it     ?     She’s     not     the     fairy.     )     She     remembers     hearing     herself     like     she     wasn’t     in     the     room     ,     like     it     came     from     down     the     hallway     and     sent     goosebumps     crawling     up     her     skin.     She     remembers     looking     at     her     reflection     and     recognizing     herself.     Remembers     that     this     WAS     HER     ,     that     the     girl     staring     back     with     eyes     too     wide     and     lips     that     fight     to     not     turn     up     into     a     grin     was     her.     Not     who     she     became     ,     but     who     she     always     was.     She     doesn’t     remember     anything     else.

Empty     eyes     can’t     seem     to     look     at     the     cheerleader     as     she     goes     on     about     how     practice     had     went.     Something     about     a     girl     being     dropped     to     which     Aklla     offers     a     curt     laugh     ,     and     another     comment     about     her     outfit.     One     word     answers     aren’t     uncommon     with     the     isle     girl     ,     but     her     mind     is     elsewhere     and     it’s     clear     with     the     way     she     fidgets     with     the     jewellery     that     weighs     her     hand     down.     When     the     brunette     stops     in     front     of     her     ,     Aklla     doesn’t     see     her.     She     doesn’t     let     herself     truly     see     the     girl     with     eyes     that     seemed     to     always     catch     the     light     ,     the     girl     who     never     failed     to     look     at     her     with     anything     but     awe.     And     for     that     ,     maybe     she     DESERVED     the     consequences     she’d     pay.

Wordlessly     she     reaches     out     ,     finger     tips     barely     brushing     against     the     others.     Never     once     does     she     look     away     from     the     fairy     ,     lips     tugged     upwards     just     the     slightest.     ❝     Allie     ,     ❞     Her     voice     is     softer     than     usual     ,     like     a     burdensome     sigh     she     exhales     as     she     lets     her     fingers     skim     up     her     palm     before     wrapping     around     her     wrist     ,     ring     pressed     tight     against     soft     skin.     00:00:01.          

[chadmingarchives]

@gotnerved​ ::  𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴  :  𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔.  𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚉𝙴  :  $𝟹𝟶𝟶.

OPEN TO ISLE PIRATES !! come and witness chad being dumb and naked

CHADWICK WASN’T A SHY PERSON.  He grew up with the ideas of being proper and respectful being hammered in his mind,  so it wasn’t exactly easy for him to strip naked in the middle of people -- damn, he hardly could engage in soft PDA without hearing his grandfather’s voice screaming in his mind.   However,  getting naked wasn’t the hardest part of his dare. 

Truth to be told,  he equally respected and feared most of the pirates he knew. Long gone was his hatred for the isle kids,  but that didn’t mean that he was at ease in their presence.  Specially the pirates.  Who the hell wanted to spend their lives in the middle of the goddamn ocean ?? 

― ❝ To whoever sent me this dare :  this was a terrible idea !  If you wanted to see me naked,  all you had to do was ask !! ❞  ―    he complained into his phone,  but a smirk painted his lips while he walked towards the plank. It was difficult to set the phone to record him while he started to take off his clothes,  but Chad did it and quickly got naked -- he couldn’t risk anyone trying to stop him,  otherwise he’d make a show of striping himself.  ― ❝ I never imagined that I’d be jumping off a plank without a sword pointed at me,  so I guess this is a win ?? ❞  ―   the prince laughed,  looking at the camera.  Oh well ,   here we go. 

Pretending he knew what he was doing,  Chad mimicked professional swimmers before throwing himself at the water,  high on adrenaline, both from doing something like that and,  maybe even more,  from being watched. 

The only problem was :  he never learned how to properly swim. 

[madnifcnta]

@gotnerved​  :  𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 : 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎 @𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚒𝚖𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎. 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚉𝙴 : $𝟼𝟻𝟶.

it’s    a    slow    day    at    the    apothecary,    maddy    dusting    away    at    the    shop    while    they    wait    for    something    to    kill    their    boredom.    they    almost    jump    at    the    sound    of    their    phone,    already    knowing    it    to    be    a    new    dare.    exactly    what    they    needed    right    now.    in    retrospect,    they    were    taken    back    by    the    dare,    surprised    by    the    content    of    it.    it    doesn’t    last    long,    for    they    are    pressing    the    ACCEPT    option    right    away.    “    yall    really    want    me    to    be    arrested,    huh?    ”    with    phone    in    hand,    maddy    pockets    her    prized    knife,    gifted    to    them    by    a    certain    hunter’s    heir.    mads    is    quick    to    close    the    apothecary,    making    their    way    to    central    auradon.    “    let’s    just    hope    I    find    her,    hum?    ”    the    first    place    they    look    for    is    evie’s    very    own    house.    and    it    seemed    that    luck    was    on    the    green    haired    witch’s    side.    on    the    whole    way    there,    maddy    thought    what    excuse    to    give    for    showing    up    out    of    nowhere,    but    they    had    a    better    plan.    Knocking    on    the    door    insistivally,    maddy    waited    for    the    other    to    open    the    door,    phone    in    one    hand,    knife    in    her    back.    her    heart    beats    fast    as    they    see    the    door    slowly    creek    open,    and    then    in    a    flash    and    unannounced,    maddy’s    hand    makes    a    go    for    it,    knife    setting    in    the    princess’    lower    abdomen.    as    soon    as    the    dare    is    considered    completed,    maddy    retrieves    the    knife    and    without    thinking    twice,    makes    their    escape. 

@griimhilde​

[cecaeliana]

@gotnerved​ sent  𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 : 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚗, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚉𝙴 : $𝟷𝟷𝟻𝟶. 

      she’s never been to london, so this should be fun. first things first, she has to get there. she decides it’s faster to swim than to travel by bus, so that’s what she does. it’s not until she’s standing at the bottom of the clock tower that she starts streaming. “ hey, watchers, thanks for giving me motivation to go and see something new. i made it to london, which is pretty cool actually, and i’m here looking at this clock that must be 300 feet tall or something. that’s intense. i’m really excited. ” she shows them the whole tower. 

       “ first, i gotta get inside, i think i’m gonna need both my hands for that. ” lucky for her, she came prepared and easily slots her phone, camera forwards, into the front pocket on the teal overalls she’s wearing. purple mesh underneath. that way, it can catch all the action. 

         it’s not that hard to dodge the guards, really. or get inside the tower itself. she tilts up to peer up the darkened stairs. “ that’s gotta be ten flights of stairs. guess you wanna make sure i don’t skip leg day. ” truthfully, her arm muscles are better than her legs. they’ve just never been as good. but that doesn’t mean they’re terrible, they’re just not great. and even with superior strength, eleven flights of stairs is more than enough. maybe swimming all the way from auradon hadn’t been such a good idea. 

         the room at the top is undeniably beautiful, though. the mechanisms intricate and huge and she takes her time exploring thoroughly before she finally makes it to the small window in the clock front and opens it. “ look at that view, guys, ” she tells her watchers, a little glad that they can only see the view and not the pure joy in her eyes at seeing something so new and exciting. that moment is for her and her alone. 

        london sprawls out beneath her, beneath the tower, and it is beautiful. or as beautiful as a city can be. “ pretty cool, huh? ” she says after a long moment of staring. “ alright, let’s do this. ” she wiggles her way through the window, out onto the clock face itself. it’s thirteen minutes past four and that gives her the perfect leverage to reach up and grab the hour hand, and use that to drag herself up onto the almost flat minute hand. 

          or at least, that’s the plan. as she grabs the minute hand, the entire thing moves- ticking forwards a minute, as clocks are meant to do, and the whole thing jerks, including uma’s grip. her hand slips and she finds herself dangling 300 feet above london by only one hand. “ woah! ” she can practically hear the chat going wild- and she can even see people on the street and the bridge pointing their phones up at her. naturally. she makes a second, desperate grab for the hand, her entire body swinging precariously- and this time it sticks. 

         she makes a note that maybe next time she has to be up this high she uses her extra limbs to counterbalance. but that does take some of the fun out of it. arms trembling with adrenaline and the effort of holding her weight, she pulls herself up onto the hand, sitting on the edge and giving a casual wave to everyone down below as if she hadn’t just nearly died. she takes her phone out to turn it back to herself. “ that was a close one, watchers. hope you enjoyed that. now i just gotta stand up. ” she grins and tucks the phone away again. another minute ticks, but this time she’s ready for it, position settled so that as the hand flattens out, she’s ready to jump to her feet. she stands, feet balanced precariously on the edge of the minute hand- and triumphantly she throws her arms into the air, whooping loudly. 

       more people are taking pictures now, or videos and not all of them are watchers. but what does she care? she’s got the wind in her hair and an amazing view. she counts to thirty, and then quickly drops back down to sitting, and then to dangling, until she can slide down the hour hand, back to the bottom of the clock face and then back through the window. 

        her hearts are pounding. she retrieves her phone and grins at the screen. “ that was so much fun, if you wanna see more like that, just send them in. let’s see how high we can get, huh? ” she blows a quick kiss- and then hurries down the stairs. time to find a way out of here without getting caught by the guards who are on their way up. 

[zzozoa]

SCRAPPER  ORDERS ↳↳  dash  event  @gotnerved​

𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 : 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚎𝚕. 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚉𝙴 : $𝟻𝟶𝟶.

     “    fight  fair ?  the  hell  does  that  mean ?  i  fight  fair !    ”    gonzo exclaimed to no one in particular. he grumbled under his breath, brows furrowed deeply as he tried to remember the rules of engagement when it came to formal duels. it was as he stormed down the street that gonzo realized that he really didn’t know a lot about dueling. it wasn’t that gonzo lacked experience with fighting, he had engaged in more than enough skirmishes, brawls, hostile take-overs and faction territory wars to understand fighting, but dueling?

gonzo flipped through his phone, scrolling through pages of professional tournaments, historical dueling explanations and various other webpages in an effort to figure out what a fair duel was supposed to look like before he finally encountered the king. gonzo hit accept and the record button on his phone as he slipped it into his outer breast pocket. removing a glove from his hand, gonzo approached ben. taking his glove, gonzo slapped the worn leather across ben’s face with little other warning.

          “    duel  me.    ”    //    open  starter  for  ben

[faefreaks]

@gotnerved​​ 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙴 : 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚉𝙴 : $𝟻𝟶𝟶. 

whoever sent the dare in knew her enough to know her distain of fairy godmother. a holier than thou person who refused to use her magic? what’s not to hate. nonetheless it was a dare, no way was she bailing for some fae-hating fairy. she straightened out her jacket, hit ACCEPT, got her camera all ready and marched up to the woman. “fairy godmother,” mal greeted, plastering on a very forced smile. “i’m sure you’ve noticed just how smoking your daughter is, and that’s fully clothed, i’m not even going to go into what she’s like in bed.” cue not-so-fake laughter. “anways, i want to marry your daughter. thoughts?” she failed to get another word in before the fairy stormed off, looking more confused and angry than mal had ever seen her before. “so that’s a no?!”