#hecrowned

[wiltedthrone]

incorrect quotes    ,    @hecrowned

[vanltys]

hehe

[violatile]

♪      ⇢     ❛ You shouldn’t be by yourself. You know what happens. ❜     (   feat.   @hecrowned​​   )      ,      taking requests

anger   was   an   ugly   beast   and   ever   since   she   was   born,   olivia   had   been   trapped   in   its   clutches.   it   had   a   way   of   seeping   into   her   pores   and   poisoning   her   heart.   the   things   she   should   love   she   could   loathe   in   a   second.   she   didn’t   live   in   shades   of   grey,   only   black   and   white,   good   and   bad.   though   she   tried   to   keep   everything   under   control,   only   presenting   a   tepid   attitude   toward   everything   and   everyone,   underneath   the   surface   she   lived   on   the   extremes.   sometimes,   it   felt   like   she   had   no   control,   which   still   felt   like   a   shitty   excuse.   no   one   on   the   outside   could   see   how   there   were   days   where   she   was   just   like   them,   watching   on   the   sidelines   as   she   ruined   everything   and   could   do   nothing   to   stop   it.

even   when   she   had   a   good   thing,   the   thought   lingered   in   the   back   of   her   mind   that   one   day   she   wouldn’t.   it   would   be   gone,   so   what   was   the   use   of   getting   attached?   good   memories   would   mean   nothing.   once   someone   was   out   of   her   life   there   was   nothing   but   a   hole   of   where   they   once   were.   people   came   and   they   went,   taking   piece   after   piece,   leaving   holes   without   even   thinking   about   how   much   it   would   hurt   her.   she   cared   so   much,   but   in   their   defense,   she   acted   like   she   didn’t,   so   it   was   no   surprise   that   they   thought   they   were   disposable   to   her.   

still,   after   every   goodbye,   amicable   or   not   (   usually   not   )  ,   there   was   pain.   somehow,   she   seemed   to   ruin   things.   even   ben,   as   good,   hopeful   and   reliable   as   he   was,   would   be   gone   too   if   he   knew   what   was   really   good   for   him.   nothing   particularly   bad   happened,   all   she   did   was   wake   up   (   sometimes,   that   was   too   much   in   itself   )   and   loathe   her   existence.   she   thought   it   would   go   away,   but   a   bad   morning   turned   into   a   bad   day,   then   a   bad   week,   until   it   was   a   solid   two   weeks   before   she   had   spoken   to   anyone.

unfortunately,   the   only   person   she   had   the   displeasure   of   interacting   with   was   her   mother,   who   came   into   her   room   and   told   her   her   room   was   a   pigsty   and   to   get   her   lazy   ass   out   of   bed   because   she   knew   she   was   skipping   school.   instead   of   arguing   with   her   mother,   liv   stared   blankly   as   she   went   on   about   how   she   wasn’t   going   to   be   anything   if   she   kept   this   up,   how   she   would   get   kicked   out   when  (   well,   if   )   she   graduated   and   had   to   fend   for   herself  then   she   would   learn,   how   she   didn’t   care   about   anyone   but   herself,   how   she   used   her   mother   like   a   cash   cow   and   never   said   thank   you.   all   liv   could   say   was,   “   you’re   right.   ”   it   was   out   of   character,   yet   her   mother   didn’t   question   it.   all   she   did   was   smile,   like   she   had   won   some   kind   of   battle.   in   a   way,   she   did.   liv   was   simply   tired   of   fighting.   

ben   had   messaged   her   periodically,   just   to   check   on   her,   yet   she   didn’t   have   the   energy   to   keep   up   a   conversation   (   maybe   in   a   way,   she   wanted   someone   to   worry   about   her   and   that’s   why   didn’t   answer   ).   knowing   him,   she   shouldn’t   be   surprised   when   he   shows   up   outside   her   door.   she   shouldn’t   be   angry               but   it’s   a   culmination   of   shame   at   her   current   state,   anxiety   from   the   thought   of   him   getting   tired   of   checking   up   on   her   and   eventually   leaving   her   alone   and   the   rumination   of   her   mothers   harsh   words   swimming   in   her   head   that   pushes   her   over   the   edge.

“   don’t   talk   to   me   like   i’m   some   kind   of   fucking   kid,   okay?   ”   she   shouts   through   the   front   door.   it’s   an   ironic   statement,   considering   she   wrapped   in   a   blanket   covered   with   baby   lambs.   “   don’t   talk   to   me   like,   like   you   fucking   know   me   or   you   know   what’s   going   on   with   me.   ”   just   open   the   door   and   let   him   in,   olivia.   let   someone   in.  

“   because   you   don’t,   okay?   you   don’t   because   i   don’t   let   you,   i   don’t   let   anyone   because   that   what   works   for   me.   and   you   know,   in   any   other   circumstance   you   wouldn’t   care   about   me,   just   like   everyone   else.   i   wouldn’t   even   be   on   your   radar,   you   wouldn’t   even   want   to   know   me.   and   one   day   you’re   just   going   to   wake   up   and   realize   you’re   tired,   you   know?   because   you   can’t   fix   everyone.   not   with   money   or,   or,   or,   pep   talks   or   shining   sun   out   of   your   ass.   some   people   just   fucking   suck,   ben.   they   fucking   suck   and   people   hate   them   and   .   .   .   and   that’s   it.   ”   hot   tears   roll   down   her   cheeks,   “   that’s   it.   some   people   are   just   meant   to   be   alone.   ”

[tideridera]

     “    how  about  this,    ”    harry asked, the corners of his lips tugging into an all too familiar grin. over the shoulder of the gate guard, harry met ben’s eye as he approached and his grin became as sharp as a knife, blue gaze flicking back to the face of the man that was currently barring his way into the castle.    “   you  can  ask  him  yourself.    ”

for the most part, harry hadn’t had too much trouble approaching the castle. auradon seemed to have grown reasonably accustomed to the coming and going of isle born since the barrier had been amended to ben’s specifications, every now and again harry would spot someone gasping when he walked down a street or clutching their pearls as they hurried past him when he walked along the docks but it they were reactions that harry enjoyed eliciting. even now, face to face with one of the royal servicemen who had evidently not gotten the memo that the pirate would be visiting, harry was enjoying himself.

     “    king  benny !    ”    harry greeted with far too much cheer. he slapped a hand onto the servicemens shoulder and gave the elder man a firm shake, leaning forward until he was practically nose to nose with the man.    “    i  was  just  telling  my  new  friend  here  that  you  invited  me  over.    ”  //  @hecrowned​  gets  a  starter  because  of  wire

[prognatae-a]

@hecrowned​ said  “Oh. So, that’s all. You just come to pump me for information?” 

     eyebrows raise under a very stylishly jaunty pirate hat. “ of course, what else would i want to pump you for? ” a pause. and then a shrug. she knows what she’s said and she’s moving on with her life. lack of shame is just something you learn to live with on the isle. “ now, tell me where me dad’s treasure went. i know your dad took it. ”

[celestiel-a]

inbox   ⇢     ‘ you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable. ’   (  @hecrowned​​​  )

the  joyous  laughter  from  the  girls  on  the  riverbank  should  be  infectious.  their  heads  bob  over  the  surface,  each  of  them  calling  out  for  them  to  come  join  in.  liv  says  some  rather  .  .  .  explicit  things  that  finn  is  sure  she  means  well,  but  gets  lost  in  translation.  glancing  down,  fingertips  brush  under  the  sleeve  of  his  shirt,  dancing  over  the  scarlet  marks  burned  into  his  uneven  flesh.  “  the  monks  always  told  me  to  hide  them.  ”  finn  muses.  

“  they  said  i  was  cursed.  that  the  marks  were  that  of  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄,  evil  blood  demons  that  bathed  in  fire  and  stole  the  souls  of  children.  you  know,  like  liv.  ”  as  he  mentions  her,  he  tilts  his  chin  toward  her,  though  she’s  far  from  the  evil  demon  she’s  meant  to  be.  instead,  she’s  all  smiles  as  she  splashes  around,  shouting  lighthearted  threats  at  the  top  of  her  lungs.  “  and  that  i  was  lucky  that  they  took  pity  enough  to  keep  me  in.  that  they  were  doing  the  gods  work  trying  to  get  the  evil  out  of me  by  any  means  necessary.  he  swallows,  preferring  not  to  linger  too  long  on  those  unsavory  memories.  “  i  guess  i’m  just  used  to  it,  ”  he  breaks  his  gaze  away  from  his  arm,  squinting  up  at  the  sun.  “  hiding  to  survive.  ”

[marisouls-arc]

         ‘    𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞    𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬    𝐢𝐟    𝐲𝐨𝐮    𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤    𝐢’𝐦    𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐚𝐧𝐲    𝐨𝐟    𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭,   ’      the    witch    snorts,    accepting    the    informational    pamphlet    as    if    the    thing    were    coated    in    poison;     she’s    surprised    it    isn’t.      as    the    child    of    a    villain    who    was    largely    neutral    at    the    time    of    the    original    conflicts,    marisol    had    somewhat    escaped    banishment    to    the    isle.      however,    her    mother’s    meddling    with    the    daughter    of    𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊    𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖈    and    𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑    was    grounds    to    bar    her    from    an    auradonian    upbringing.      honestly?      she    prefers    to    just    go    where    the    ocean    currents    take    her,    but    she    has    business    in    auradon    and    it    unfortunately    means    getting    involved    with    messy    politics    and    semantics.       ‘    i    promise    not    to    feed    any    infants    to    sharks.      are    we    good    now?    ’     [  @hecrowned​  ]

                                   𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊   𝖋𝖔𝖗   𝖆   𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗     ...     accepting  !!

[clippcr]

—  @hecrowned​     /     un - plotted  starter .

          “    oops  .  .  .    ”    noelani’s voice was a soft whisper as the king moved. harry had not been particularly gentle when dropping the others unconscious body into her chair, and he had certainly not been gentle when he had clearly knocked the king unconscious either. with his wrists bound behind the chair’s back, and his ankles tied to either of the chair’s front legs, she doubted that king ben would feel very comfortable waking up to find a stranger poking at the spot on the back of his head where harry had hit him. noelani reached carefully over the kings shoulder to cup his face in the palm of her hand,     “    please  don’t  move.  i’m  almost  finished  wiping  the  blood  away.    ”