#hookedreign

[legacybitch]

“so, you're a tough guy? like it really rough guy? just can’t get enough guy? chest always so puffed guy?”

@hookedreign​ liked this for a lyrics based starter

[wiltedthrone-a]

➥

♡♛. affection meme. — harry hook.

(idk if im doing this right tbh but here we are)

Fingers in Hair: I will treasure you.

Hand on the Head: I think about you a lot.

Kiss on or around Eye: I don’t want you to be sad.

Touching the Chin: I want honesty / things to work out.

Mouth on or near Neck: I want you / want to be with you.

Touching the Neck / Shoulders: I want you to feel good.

Touching Fingers: I want to speak, but lack the words.

Arm around Waist: I want you to be careful / feel safe.

Touch to Thigh: I want something more with you.

Head on Lap: I trust you / feel safe with you.

Hand on Knee: I am concerned for you.

[butvic]

𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂  +  @hookedreign​ .

                    vic  is  not  a  complete  moron  -------  SOMETIMES  .     he  knows  that  uma  isn’t  a  fan  of  the  ginger  because  of  his  heritage  .     understandable  .     however  ,  vic  only  dislikes  uma’s  mother  and  frankly  ,  has  no  opinion  on  her  .     he’s  never  met  uma  .     the  closest  thing  he’s  gotten  to  uma  is  standing  right  before  him  .      “  harry .  ”     at  least  his  voice  doesn’t  give  off  the  small  wave  of  fear  that  rushes  over  him  ,  tiding  him  to  the  sand  beneath  .     he  only  looks  mildly  uncomfortable  .

[seadivine-moved]

@hookedreign​ asked  ❛ i don’t love you . not anymore . you were never my captain . ❜ // break my muses heart meme

     it would be easy to let herself crumble, to let the words hit like physical blows until she can’t breathe and she’s barely standing. that’s how it feels. but to an observer, nothing happens, she doesn’t move, she doesn’t flinch or recoil. there’s no visceral reaction. her eyes harden and her jaw clenches, head tipping up, chin jutting out. she’s the very picture of imperiousness. “ then get the hades off my ship. ” she says, voice harsh and rough. “ an’ go crawlin’ back to yer da’. unless he don’t want ye either. ” she knows she’s being unjustly cruel, but that’s the long and the short of it. he hurts her, she hits back harder. 

     she doesn’t know what’s happened, or what’s making him say these things. but is it such a stretch? to think that maybe he’s been pretending all along? not really. he never wanted to be her first mate, she coaxed him into it with that stupid race and he’s been desperate to take over ever since. he’s flirted with her, but he’s flirted with everything with legs. it was a mistake to think it was anything other than backscratching. a warm body. he’s got what he wanted and he’s leaving, but she feels like she got more than he did. they’re not kids anymore and if he doesn’t want to follow her around, that’s on him, but he doesn’t get to have the last laugh. or leave feeling like he won. “ did ye think you were special? you were useful once, but now i know everythin’ i wanted. time to move on. you may not want me, but there’s plenty of people who do. so i don’t need you. you’re replaceable. ” that’s going to hurt too, the knowledge that she’s going to move on so quickly from him. like she never cared at all. it’s a good thing she’s always been a decent actor. and she’s very good at bottling up her feelings. 

     “ go back t’ stealin’ from kids. it’s what you’re good at. ” she shakes her head and gestures towards the gangplank. “ now as i said, get off my ship. ye can leave that way, or via the plank. dealer’s choice. ”

[wiltedthrone-a]

@hookedreign​ gets a starter!

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍. On the Isle...not so much. First little hiccup, due to the whole ban on magic thing, Maleficent’s scepter was stripped of all it’s power and reduced to a heavy hand accessory. All power, both magically and psychological stemmed from the staff. Once they crossed the border, everything changed. With her anger stripped away, all that was left was terror as she saw herself hurdling toward the infamous Isle of the Lost.  Once the chains were taken off her wrists, she was tossed out like trash. As if she wasn’t a part of Auradon just like them. Maybe she wasn’t.

To hell with them.

Pretty pink dresses and perfect manners didn’t get you anywhere. She had been practicing for a role all her life that some villain kid kept and swept out from under her. Mal cheated her out of everything. Now the purple haired terror had not only stolen her life, but forced Audrey to live in her poor excuse for one. Maybe that was her plan all along. After all, Mal had to have known that the scepter would hold no power, that’s why she sent it back to the Isle with Audrey. Something as dangerous as that was better off back in a place where it held no power rather than in a museum in Auradon guarded by incompetent security for the next poor unfortunate soul to seize.

Ben hadn’t even tried to stand up for her. After everything they had been through, he had stood there, stone faced, staring at her as if she was a stranger and let this OUTSIDER decide her fate. He was a joke. Auradon was a JOKE.

Good riddance.

She was starting to convince herself that she didn’t NEED Auradon, but as she stumbled farther down the dim streets of the Isle, Auradon wasn’t looking so bad. Every loud noise had her flinching, every deathly stare made her skin crawl. They can tell you’re a fraud. 

Oh, but she wasn’t. She had seized the crown and the scepter on her own. She had spelled all of Auradon. Disgraced her family. Tainted her name. She was just as much of a villain as anyone else here and she was intent on proving it. NICE AUDREY was dead and gone, long live evil. The next person that even looked at her funny was going to pay.

Something, or someone rather, hits Audrey’s shoulder hard and past as they run by. 

“Excuse me—”

NO. Villains didn’t use manners. They definitely didn’t apologize. She had a role to play, get into character. 

“𝐇𝐄𝐘!”

Turning on her heel, Audrey puts a hand on her hip and slams the useless staff into the ground. Her brows raise up toward her hair line and with enough poison to kill a princess, she says—

“𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆.”

[butvic]

𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂  +  @hookedreign .

ruler of land and ruler of sea.

                                                                                                          a match made in heaven .                                                                                                                                        or hell .

[wiltedthrone-a]

starter for @hookedreign​ bc rzns

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 and the Isle and Auradon became one again, someone had the bright idea to host a ball for everyone as if a night of dancing and amazing food could make up for the whole twenty years of imprisonment thing. Well, it could if Audrey planned it, which, she did. It was a miracle anyone let her have any say in anything after the whole totally evil stint she had. Either way, she wanted this night to go perfect. Balls were her favorite, and it would be nice to have everything go back to normal. Well, plus the whole villains running amuck in Auradon thing. Just like Audrey was learning that not everyone from the Isle was all bad, Harry was learning how to use a fork. Well, Audrey was at least trying to teach him how to use a fork.

❝It looks like a lot, but it’s all really simple when you get the hang of it,❞ Audrey laid her hands flat on the table, her eyes sweeping across the table she had set for their picnic. Everyone had to learn proper table setting, it was like, Etiquette 101. To make up for a long afternoon they were going to have, Audrey even made all the dishes herself. She wanted to cook Harry’s favorite, but “whatever’s edible” left a very vast menu. So she cooked everything she could think of and hoped he liked at least something. 

❝This one is the salad fork and this one is the fish fork. Then you have your dinner fork but all the way on the other side is the seafood fork. Then we have knives. There’s the salad knife which is not to be confused with the meat knife but they get pretty confusing because, hello, they look exactly the same! But you can tell the fish knife apart because it has this strangle little shape. Then you have the soup spoon and the teaspoon and you DO NOT want to mix those up, because the last thing you want is broccoli cheddar in your earl grey,❞ Laughter twinkles out like bells, remembering a particularly embarrassing dinner from when she was younger. ❝Then you have your dessert fork and spoon—oh! Glasses! There’s one for every drink that you . . . ❞ 

Looking up at Harry, she begins to worry that she’s talking too much and that he’s begun to tune her out. The corners of her mouth turn down, eyes rounding with worry as she glances across the table at him. ❝This isn’t too much is it? Am I being too much? . . . It’s too much isn’t it? And I’ve been talking forever you’re probably sick of hearing me talk.❞ She laughs again, but this time it doesn’t come as easy. It’s shaky, filled with nerves. ❝Sorry, I’m—is it too much? It’s too much. And the food I made is probably too much too.❞      

[legacybitch]

“ oooh , brutal death and dismemberment ... been there , buddy . “

“my tongue’s been in your mouth. i think we’re well past buddies.”