#morerottentothecore

[islecaptain-a]

@morerottentothecore | liked for a Heath starter (Raven) - isle verse

“Captain sent me with some stock from the boat.” He turned motioning to the crate that two of the other crew members were pulling behind him, filled with fresh fish and an assortment of alcohol that the crew had managed to get too before the goblins did. Better in Raven’s club than in the tavern’s. Thats for sure. “She sends her apologies for not coming herself but she’s unfortunately preoccupied at present.” it was purposely vague, didn’t need people knowing she wasn’t well.

[auradonkingsandqueens-a]

@morerottentothecore | Raven wanted his mama

“Uh, uh, uh. No interrupting.” The fae’a smile was positively malicious as she gazed at her son from where she stood out on the balcony of Bargain Castle; eyes then searching out over the market square. “Would you like to explain to me how there is a new witches coven rising?” Caz’s son Cain no less. It was disappointing that none of her children had managed to secure that territory for themselves and the woman sigh dramatically. “So what wicked deeds have you gotten up too today?” 

[isleboundqueen]

@morerottentothecore liked this for a starter from Morgana

“Well don’t just lurk, Darling. One might start to think your mother forgot to teach you manners. Come. Sit. And tell me of the news from the other side of the Isle.” While Morgana did not often leave her castle, when she did it was usually only to visit Maeve’s mother. The only other being on the isle that the sorceress (and queen) thought worthy of her attention. In that same vein, she often sent Mordred to Maleficent -- either with bits of news or a gift or two. A small offering to keep their fragile peace. And to help one another in their quest to regain their magic. 

Two heads were often better (and faster) than one.

It seemed today Maleficent was repaying the favour by sending one of her own to Morgana.

[brokenthimbles]

of kisses and bath houses

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“Wendy.” He waited for her to turn to her, eyes catching hers as he moved through the steaming water of the Roman bath, which was honestly more like a massive pool. Pausing in his wading until he was only inches away from her, bodies not touching as he waited for that sign of acceptance, never wanting to take something from her she was unwilling to give. Not after what she’d endured.

Only when he saw it in her eyes did he close the distance, tenderly claiming her lips with his, holding back only just barely until she gave some sign to give in fully to the draw that was her.

The way he said her name was something that she could never fully explain, or understand. It sounded to her as if her very name on his lips gave them both life. The water creating small ripples as they moved to one another, and even more forming as their lips met in a tender embrace. 

There was something about Haemon that just made her feel safe, and at peace. Perhaps it was simply the god in him but in reality it was so simple. She loved him, and she loved whom he made her. Her hands gently wrap around his neck as she pulls herself closer to him, whispered as such against his lips through their kiss.

“I love you.”

[artxmisargxntum-archive]

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Having grown bolder in her time here, mostly due to the shifts in her relationship with the Fae rather than the actual surroundings, Allison didn’t pause to knock as she walked straight into Raven’s room and flopped face-first onto his bed with a groan.  She was dressed in perfect Auradon clothes and aching to get back to leather and worn denim rather than these starched and stiff outfits that never sat quite right.

“I hate it here...”  She mumbled into the blankets, knowing that she had things much easier than the dark prince but still needing to express this in some way.  Everyone looked at her with pity when they thought she wouldn’t notice, poor little huntress stolen and raised by monsters.  But she doubted any of the spoiled, stuck up students here would know a real monster when it bid them good morning over breakfast.

[heartsunholy-a]

@morerottentothecore // Melody is Catnip for VKs

She frowned, lightly, in reply to his rather blunt words. It seemed counterintuitive to her - why brand every kid from Auradon as lovesick and cheerful if they didn’t want all kids from the Isle to be painted as cruel and evil? So Melody figured she’d just refute him herself. She shrugged, turning back to the stack of baked goods she had been organizing. “Not really. I mean, sure, that sounds nice eventually but...I mean, you don’t care about my tragic backstory but I spent a lot of my childhood isolated because my parents were overprotective of me and my wheelchair. I was castle-schooled until I was like 16. So it’s just really nice to be with friends on a day like this. Not all love is fairytale romance stuff, you know. You love your sister, right?”

[thcdarlingboy]

@morerottentothecore // Maeve & Owen !!

Owen wasn’t someone that was considered a gentleman. He was a prince, but so far from the part. Still though, he had morals. He was just... rough around the edges, but still respectful. Catching one of their sleazy classmates gawking at Maeve though for some reason set him off. He couldn’t blame the guy really -- she was stunning, and she knew it. There was a difference though between admiring and ogling, and this was definitely the latter. It wouldn’t hurt to have some more VKs on his side, and maybe she’d even put in a good word to Raven for him. Owen used this an an excuse to justify him lashing out, but really he just didn’t like the way this guy looked at her.

“I suggest you keep your eyes in your head unless you want them to both be black eyes,” Owen hissed, stepping toward the other male with a raised fist. “She’s not a piece of meat.”

[descendingpetals]

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“When the crypt doors creak, and the tombstones quake, spooks come out for a swinging wake. Happy haunts materialize, and begin to vocalize. Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize…” There was an eerie beauty to the young ghost’s voice as she sang, floating along the dimly lit halls as a small crystal ball was passed from one hand to the other in a repetitive cycle.