#rotten-de-vil

[rewriting-the-unwritten-blog]

Rotten-de-vil is rewriting their own destiny!

@rotten-de-vil

“What’s up with that outfit? Do you even know how to dress yourself? Or does your mommy do it for you?”

[argentleader-a]

Did you just pull a gun out of your hair?

“...Maybe....”

[fae-mals-younger-sister]

Closed to rotten-de-vil continued from this thread

“Are you sure you’re alright, Fae?” Mal asked her sister once more as they walked to their lockers. It had been almost a week or two since the whole incident happened, and her sister was relentless against her.

“I promise Mal, I’m fine. Everything’s okay.” She reassured the girl, opening her locker to grab her books.

“Yeah, everything’s okay. Especially between you and Carlos.” Evie joked, leaning against her own locker. Mal laughed and Fae flushed red, rolling her eyes.

“Speak of the De Vil, and he shall appear.” Mal joked and laughed along with Evie, closing her locker. “We’ll see you in English, Fae!” Evie called as the two girls went their own way to their next class.

Fae rolled her eyes once more and closed her locker, before turning to the boy who appeared at her locker. “Hey.” She said with a smile, before stooping down to Dude to scratch his head. “I’ve got a free period.” She added and smiled at her boyfriend, not really used to the kind of affection that was going on.

[crxzymaisie-blog]

( rotten-de-vil - x )

“I could give it back...” Maisie trailed off, holding the book behind her back with a wondering expression upon her face. “But I’d rather not.” In her defense, she hadn't finished studying either and had lost her own book. She didn't quite know exactly how she had lost it - but she most likely misplaced it in her messy dorm. “I’ll give it back once I'm done with it, m’kay?”

[fairwhiteapple]

rotten-de-vil based off: this

The young princess gave the son of Cruella a friendly and warm hug before placing a tender and caring kiss on his cheek. Now she wasn’t in love with him, she couldn’t be for she didn’t know him all that well, but anytime she was down and out on her luck a motherly little kiss on her cheek often managed to clear any gloomy skies and she hoped that it would do the same for him. 

“Hi Carlos.” she said softly while placing a comforting arm around the young boy. “What’s the hatter?” she asked in a sincere tone using another one of her Ever After euphemisms. “Are you alright?” she asked as she offered him a white lace handkerchief to dry his eyes.