#magicalflow

[magicalflow]

I’ve got the 𝕄𝔸𝔾𝕀ℂ in me!

[ofblackskies]

- - - - - BEN @magicalflow

     Jane didn’t like the way Ben had been acting since the VKs had arrived. Her boyfriend had been so involved, which of course she understood, but the way Mal and Evie looked at him made her uncomfortable. And then the worst had happened. Right there at the tourney game, Ben had started serenading... her. Not Jane, but Mal. Her heart had shattered. It was so cruel. Not even having the courage to break up with her before going after another woman. It was so... so... un-Ben-like. Though it had taken her a few days of refusing to leave her bed to fully realize that. A few days of pretending she was sick - which she never did, so her mother believed it - a few days of eating ice cream and decidedly not showering.

     But then it clicked. Doing her homework in her bed, she read a section about how villains used love spells and it clicked. Ben wasn’t acting like himself. If Ben had wanted to break up with her, he would have done it properly. He wouldn’t have just forgotten about her like that. Wouldn’t have been staring at another girl as she ran off crying and upset. Wouldn’t have subjected her to watching him confess his ridiculous love to another girl. She’d spelled him. Somehow. Jane was certain of it. It was an awful thought, but at least it got Jane out of her bed. Got her into the shower. Got her dressed and ready to leave her room. But she hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. So he was spelled. What could she do about it?

     Sure, Jane had done little bits of accidental magic before. But she definitely wasn’t allowed to, and she definitely couldn’t confront Mal. Especially if she didn’t know exactly how she’d done it, and had no proof. Sinking down against the back of her door, she tried to piece it together. What did she know about the VKs? She could only learn so much from Instaroyal, they hadn’t been on it before they got here. And people talked about them a lot, but it wasn’t usually anything substantial... except... Lonnie has run into them in the kitchens one night, hadn’t she? Baking cookies.

     Her friend had told her about the weird run in, how she’d felt so bad for them. Jane did, too, when she’d heard. But... Lonnie had said something about... actually crying... and Mal wiping her tears away. Was it that simple? Had Mal put some sort of love potion into cookies and fed it to Ben? Without letting herself think about it, Jane rushed out of her room and headed for Ben. She knew he’d be leaving tourney practice about now. She knew his schedule better than anyone. And, though Jane was not normally the type to storm into places like the boys change room, when she saw a bunch of them leaving it (and that Ben wasn’t with them), she did. She had to see him. Had to ask him. Had to ignore the towel around his hips. Because that was far too distracting. “Ben!” Jane called out, coming up close and ignoring the last of the other boys as they darted out and bolted. “Did Mal feed you cookies before that tourney game?” She demanded, all but backing him up against the lockers.

[facialfros-blog]

“Gandalf Malone”

You have to be one hell of a Wizard with way too much sauce to be able to pull this look off. This man does it perfectly. The thick sideburn strapped neckbeard with the nappy cheeks that don’t quite connect to the goatee is a clear indicator that you started ballin’ when you were young and need that money like the (Fellowship of the) ring you never won. If you ever see this Fro in public, make sure you say congratulations. 

PC: Keith Andereck  //  IG: @keithager

[ofblackskies]

- - - - - JANE @magicalflow

     Ben scrubbed his hands over his face. Mal had refused to come back. She wanted to be on the isle, and even him showing up to try and convince her to come home hadn’t helped. Because Auradon wasn’t her home. Not really. And even after being here a year, it still didn’t feel like it could be. He wasn’t sure how to go on from here. He would. He just wasn’t certain how to advance. He’d been planning to ask her to marry him. Now he was alone with a Kingdom in his hands. The only bright spot in all of this was Jane.

     She’d taken on the roll of his assistant, which meant that when he was up late - like he was now - looking over paperwork - like he was now, she tended to be around. Even when he tried to convince her to leave and go to sleep. She wouldn’t. Even when he thought she’d gone, he found her knocking at his office door again. Knock. Knock. Knock. “Come in, Jane.” Ben’s lips twitched. “You were supposed to go and get some sleep.” The young king accused the pretty fae.

[ofblackskies]

- - - - - BEN @magicalflow

     Dizzy stepped out of the car and adjusted pink hair. This was all so daunting. And honestly, even if the place hadn’t been daunting, the King standing in the courtyard waiting to greet her and the few others who had arrived would have been. She’d never met a king before. Not a proper one. And he was... oof. He was pretty. And taken. That was okay, though. Dizzy wasn’t looking to get anyone’s affections. Not right now. Not like that. Still, when she came up to him, bouncy and beaming and bright, she offered him her hand. “You’re King Ben, right?” Diz asked. “I’m Dizzy. Dizabella Tremaine, and you’re handsome. Wow. The posters on the isle that gave you gap teeth and devil horns didn’t do you justice.” She grinned.

     It wasn’t difficult to see she was a sweetheart. Really, it was so easy to read it on her face and in her tone. “Evie told me about my cousin? Chad? And how he’s your friend. And how he’s also kind of a jerk. I don’t have to meet him today, do I?”

[ofblackskies]

- - - - - PENNY @magicalflow

     Ben revved the engine of the car. Some of the VKs had started up a little... race when the barrier had come down was a good distraction from everything going on in his head. Ben had found that the faster he went, the less his mind roamed to things he didn’t want to think about. Mal not agreeing to marry him. He gripped the steering wheel tighter. Audrey turning him into a beast. His knuckles turned white. He was a young king... and he was alone. Someone dropped the handkerchief and Ben hit the gas, his car shot off ahead of the others, cut them off every time they tried to weasel their way past him. Shooting around corners, he cut them tight and when they came back around to the starting line, he was the clear winner. He hit the brakes, let the tail end of his car swivel around as he came to a rough stop, and the cheering crowd rushed his vehicle. Already the rush was winding down in his mind and he hated that things were starting to come back.

     Getting out of the car, he smiled tightly and tiredly as the crowd cheered. “Yeah, okay, okay.” He chuckled, shaking his head a moment... until he caught bright eyes across the crowd. Familiar eyes. “Well, if it isn’t Penelope Charming.” He called over. “Chad would be so disappointed in you being here, you know.” Ben teased.

[everlightblessing]

@magicalflow​.

❝You didn’t have to RUIN my birthday party to get your point across you know.❞ Her response was basically whispered - and hands wrung together nervously. She knew Audrey would come talk to her eventually. Whether it was to simply EXPLAIN or to APOLOGIZE she wasn’t sure, but either way it didn’t matter. Jane forgave her. At least for parts of it. She hadn’t been treated fairly, it was only natural to be angry. But stealing from the museum? Wielding that kind of power, in order to what? PROTECT herself after Ben had hurt her? To cause so many people pain when it hadn’t been their fault? That was the part that she couldn’t forgive, not right away at least. ❝They didn’t do anything to you. My MOTHER didn’t do anything.❞

              She’s right, Audrey knows, but to hear it spoken rather than echoed in her mind is very different. It makes the knot in her stomach twist, body freeze as her breath catches. This should be easier. Ben forgave her without any glint of disappointment, without any fear or sadness. Maybe it was because he’d done something wrong, too. But Jane never did. Sure, they stopped being friends, maybe she never checked on her or wondered how she was feeling-- and maybe that was one of the many reasons why it all went wrong-- but she wasn’t the only one. And, truthfully, the two of them had never had the healthiest of friendships to begin with, if she really thinks about it.

“Your mother was collateral damage,” Audrey tries to reason, head shaking, “I didn’t... everyone was supposed to be hit, I think-- It’s all very confusing, if I’m being honest.” Memories scrambled in her brain, mixing and merging with the voices from the scepter, she’s not even sure she remembers how most of the magic she’d cast happened at all. “We can... we can plan another party! Like a second birthday, a post-birthday!”

[ghovlish]

magicalflow every few years i try to find someone to write a pyro against my rogue that i end up bringing back but no one ever wants to haha. they dont love him the way i do

listen listen, i used to ship pyro and rogue don’t at me on this