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[facrytalcs-blog]

          LILEAS HUMMED IN excitement as she put the finishing touches on her own personal prom. she’d chosen a group of trees to hang decorations off of and had prepared her own food for the occasion, which had taken a while, since she hadn’t had much experience cooking outside of her hollow before. ingredients were different here. still, she’d managed, and she’d prepared a playlist just for this, too. now she just had to wait for the others to arrive.

[xxomalley]

( @facrytalcs ) “should OOOOOOLD acquaintance BEEEE forgot! aaand neeeeever brought to MIIIIND!” aubie sang, zooming into ekat’s suite on a hoverboard, his prydain cloak billowing behind him. his rover floated next to him, playing the song on its speakers. “is it just me, or has being in the musical just made my voice ten times better?”

[winniethepoohx]

with as many ghosts as wesley grew up around, one would have thought he would be a better ghost, himself. alas, though, any such assumptions would be FALSE.

standing beside a wall, west didn’t even TRY to look casual as he attempted to yank his arm out of the wall. “ OW ! ” he shrieked, though continued pulling. “ OW, OW, OW ! ” he made a face, looking around and screaming, “ CAN SOMEONE HELP ME GET MY ARM OUT OF THIS WALL ?! ”

as he waited for a response, ANY response, he went silent. after only a moment or two, though, he yanked his arm again. “ OWWWW --- ”

[facrytalcs-blog]

          SCORPIA SAT AT one of the outer tables with her head down, rubbing furiously at her eyes. she was glad she’d worn the waterproof mascara. it was as if her intuition had known this was going to happen, that being asked to prom was a joke and that she’d gotten ready for nothing. she should have just gone alone, or asked a friend, though perhaps that wouldn’t have worked. all of her friends seemed to be going with each other, and while she knew they would probably hang out with her if she asked, she didn’t want to be stuck being a third wheel the entire time.

          hanging her head in her hands, she stared at the material of her dress and huffed. ❝ i need coffee. or death. death is good, too. ❞

[facrytalcs-blog]

          STORM STOOD BY the edge of the clearing, right beneath a tree. he could still see everyone and hear the music, but he was far enough away from it that it didn’t bother him too much. at least he was able to hide a few daggers in his suit, even if they weren’t the usual weapons he fought with, but having them there made him feel a bit more secure. even if he did know someone in auradon, he would probably still be beneath the tree, sulking. ❝ why am i even here ?? ❞

[xxomalley]

( bartholomew → ✉️  )

bart: HAPPY NEW YEAR! 😁😁🌟🌟 HELLO 2018! may your dreams come true this new year!! 🙏🙏 remember to have courage and be kind!!😊❤️❤️ send this to 10 people to get the BEST year of your life and pass on the message!!

[xxomalley]

( @facrytalcs )

the PA system crackled and whined before Her's echoing voice came through, to be heard only by its target: "krystelle oogie, to the girls’ locker room. krystelle oogie, to the girls’ locker room." 

[xxomalley]

if a lifetime on the isle taught her anything, it was patience. mal could sit and watch paint dry and still find something useful out of the exercise. it was all she could do, with no magic, no prospects, no nothing but the bitterness of her mother and her own growing hatred for the way people like her were treated. if only her mother could see her now --

-- standing in line to enter her own nightclub. 

not by any mistake, of course. how else was she supposed to get to know people if she didn’t join them every now and then? the best part was no one knew this place was hers. all hers.

mal gave a dramatic sigh, lolling her head to one side in an attempt to catch the attention of the person next to her. "if we don’t get in within the next five minutes, i’m blowing this popsicle stand. you with me?”