#vainglcricus

[daughtersofauradon]

@vainglcricus || Continued from [x]

“Oh I think witches know more than you give them credit for.” She was never quite sure if her father counted her among her mother’s kind when he spoke of them. After all, Arabella had never properly practiced magic. Had never had a chance due to being born on the Isle. And yet, her aunt Winifred insisted that she was a member of the coven. That all Sanderson women were. 

But practicing of not, she had been taught some things. Things that even her father might find useful. “They’re very connected to nature, you know. Knowing the plants and elements like they do. It’s the sort of information a hunter might find useful...if he cared to listen.” The last words, of course, had a bit of a pointed look to them.

Not that she expected him to listen. But if he did, she might be able to tell him how to work against the moon. To use the shadows and foliage to his advantage. To still be able to hunt even when the night sky was bright.

[tenebrixluna]

man eater

@vainglcricus continued

As expected, the man was quick to let his ego do the talking. She was certain her appearance had drawn a modicum of attention-- given her peculiar attire. She hardly cared for what was in fashion, truth be told. Mortals around the world changed their appearances so frequently it was hard to keep track.

They were fortunate she hadn’t shown up in a goddamn toga. Last she’d been planetside, everyone seemed to be wearing them.

She leaned down slightly, placing porcelain fingers upon his shoulder. Such a pretty thing he was-- chiseled chin and perfectly coiffed hair. 

He’d look so cute under her boot.

“Surely you have a name to go with all this grandeur. You can call me... Madame Ombre.”

[mywhataguy-a]

things @vainglcricus and i need in descendants au tho:

gaston’s sons turning against him to protect uncle fou

other villains steppin in to protect fou 

interactions with other villain’s kids-- uncle fou will gladly impart wisdom. plz don’t listen to gaston.

gaston calling everyone betrayers because they prefer lefou over him

[mywhataguy-a]

@vainglcricus gets a plotted starter

“Make an attempt to strike me again and I’ll hurt more than your jaw. I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but no one lays a hand on me without explicit permission.” Jacques had learned to fight at a young age-- all to protect his charge, whom he’d lost track of. This, of course, made him far more irritable than usual. He could often keep a level head about himself, but when presented with some violent scoundrel in a pub, he wasn’t about to let things slide.

He was, after all, a noble squire. Small but sturdy. He’d spent years perfecting his own combative form ideal for taking down larger men. Not just anyone would be trusted to be the squire of one of the most noble knights in all the land.

“I suggest you learn respect, sir. Though I am not averse to teaching it to you if accosted again.”

He’d only thrown one punch-- but this brawl in the tavern was ridiculous. This was not how people should behave.

[mostpeculiarmademoiselleetmsieur]

Hunter and Beast

@vainglcricus

There was a stranger in her castle. A stranger in her home. And he was armed. Instinct said she ought to hide. Barricade herself in the West Wing until the hunter left. But her pride and territorial nature demanded she chase him out. And with the way he strutted about the entrance hall, with no apparent care for whether the castle was truly vacant or not, simple territoriality turned to anger, and a growl escaped her lips, echoing through the stone hall. “What do you think you’re doing in my home?” the Beast snarled, not moving from the shadows where she stood. “You’re trespassing on my property. I want you out. Now.” She had a tenuous hold on her temper for the moment, but that hold could easily and quickly disappear if the man said something wrong.

[forgottenroyal]

"You are infuriating!"

Fight/Argument Sentence Starters

@vainglcricus

“I’m infuriating? You’re basically just a mass of muscle that’s somehow managed to become sentient, despite the fact that you are most likely lacking in a brain.”

[inkdreamt]

vainglcricus started following you

Mal rolled her eyes as she covered up one of the royal posters near Gaston’s residence.  According to Gaston the Third, their father was refusing to even step outside until this poster was defaced.  Personally, Mal found it funny that he wouldn’t even look at the posters, but hey, being a little buddy buddy with the family with the best hunters couldn’t be that bad of a trade off, right?  Especially since it meant that she’d get fresh meat for dinner tonight.

She was quick to cover it up completely with her traditional “Long Live Evil” calling card, all the purples, blacks, and greens filling any of the poster that once existed.  Gaston family’s problem for not telling her what to cover it up with.  And, when she was done, she put the spray paint back into her bag and smacked the door hard.

“No hint of the poster left,” she called out before leaning against the wall.