𝖉𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊, 𝖉𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 !

blanche grimhilde. twenty-two. auroria university.

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「  * &.  ♕ ━  l u c a. 」‌:

luca was excited with how well everything was going in auradon with all the vks coming. he really wanted everything to go over smoothly. the king was so worried about making his proclamation, but he didn’t regret it. he really believed that everyone deserved a chance, especially since he could be in their situation if he was born into a different family. “i was wondering if you needed help or anything.” he said with a kind smile.

                     AURADON WAS DIFFERENT. blanche knew this, of course, but she still found the easiness that these hero children carried with them unsettling. it was O D D to her, how open they were to others. she reigned in this confusion, however, and turned to the boy with a dazzling, if a bit sheepish, smile. ❝ that would be p e r f e c t actually. ❞ her eyes fell to the floor, her hand coming up to tuck an errant piece of hair behind her ear as she played at demureness. ❝ i - i seem to have gotten myself a bit lost. there’s just - everything here is so b i g, you know ?? ❞

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「  * &.  ♕ ━  c e c i l i a. 」‌:

“HATE to ask, but i need your opinion on something,” cecilia never like asking for any kind of help whether it was a simple opinion or dealing with homework but she felt like something was off. “how does this look?” she handed over a clay shaped like a bird she was working on. “planning on making it into a pendant but it feels odd.” // @tcilandtrcuble

                 ❝ HATE TO HAVE you ask, but i suppose if you must. ❞ blanche s i g h e d, setting down the mirror in which she was carefully checking her lipstick in. she took the bird from the girl, eyes narrowing as they looked it over analytically. she believed that no one else had a EYE for detail quite like she did. well, besides her family of course. ❝ almost okay. the wings are just the slightest bit lopsided and the beak is off-centered. not by m u c h -- but enough. ❞

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maria gabriella de faria. cisfemale. she/her. — looks  like blanche grimhilde is attending   auroria university in auradon. they’re the twenty-two year old child of the evil queen,  which means they’re from the isle of the lost. heard  they’re vivacious &  polite,  but can also  be two-faced &  power-hungry ;  we all have our bad days.  people normally associate  them with red lipstick, cauldrons bubbling, the lingering smell of perfume after she leaves, and nails tapping against the table.  

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               it was disrespectful. that’s all there was to it. it was disrespectful to have her mother’s spellbook stolen in the first place. it was disrespectful to publicly humiliate blanche by having her taken in while everyone was looking. it was disrespectful of them to not have caught the true culprit.

               ❛ i hope you find them. ❜ she had said, calm smile once again on her face. ❛ for your sake, i hope you find them before i do. ❜

                 on top of that, they made her miss lunch with her sister. disrespectful. the whole lot of them.

                 when she was finally free to go, she had stomped back to evie’s in anger, for once not trying to remain the perfect princess on the outside. she stormed into her sister’s room, because if anyone understood exactly how she was feeling, anyone who knew the exact flavor of RAGE boiling in her stomach, it would be e v i e. she let herself in, too angered to even close the door behind her. ❝ can you believe the NERVE -- ❞

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                   p r i d e. that’s always what it came down to, both with blanche AND her mother. perhaps evie escaped the worst of it, but blanche was nearly a carbon copy of all the worst parts of their mother. vain, and self-absorbed, and so goddamn proud. that was her cardinal sin. and that was where blanche was hit the most. when they marched her out of class to be interrogated, her pride took brunt of the impact.

                  ❛ i didn’t do it, ❜ she had s p a t at the guards. ❛i didn’t do it, but god, i wish i had. ❜

                   she refused to break in front of the guards. she refused to break when she got back after the interrogation. her refusal to show weakness caused her to only grow more frustrated when her eyes watered anyways the next day, and she ducked behind the dorm building, out of sight of the people walking by. real tears were not to be seen by anyone but the mirror. her mother taught her that.

                    a branch to her right snapped, and she inhaled quickly. her hands flew to her face to dab at her smudging mascara. she almost let out a resigned laugh as she recognized the face of her new companion. she smiled at lyric, bright as she could. ❝ hey there, handsome. ❞ her voice was shakier than she’d ever allowed it to be before. ❝ come here often ?? ❞

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                ❝ really ?? ❞ blanche’s eyes narrowed, and her spine straightened, rigid. the interrogation she had endured left her on e d g e, and she couldn’t help but try and pick apart everything anyone said to her. ❝ i don’t think you even need to ASK, darling. seems like i wear where i come from everywhere i go.❞ she nodded down at herself, lips twisting upwards even if she didn’t mean it. ❝ go ahead and take a wild guess. ❞

@littlemissdawes said  --  ❝ I could not ask you where you came from ❞

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            ❝ funny, that. ❞ blance smiled, dazzling as it always is. she ignored the hot flush of anger that seemed to always be just beneath her skin level since she was interrogated. ❝ i always seem to be hearing about kindness around here. it was truly lovely to have the pleasure of witnessing auradon’s  kindness first-hand, ❞ she said, dryly. ❝ even you, with your kindness in spades. no matter how hard i try, i just can’t seem to avoid it. ❞

@odvttes said   --   ❝  that’s  a  kindness  you  can’t  avoid.  ❞

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「  * &.  ♕ ━  class schedule ⁞ TASK ( 001 ). 」

MAJOR: pre-law MINOR: magical studies

classes: political theory | civil law | constitutional law | german | women’s studies | magical studies | history of auradon | remedial goodness

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「  * &.  ♕ ━  g i o n a. 」:

she’d sat with blanche grimhilde because at least blanche grimhilde was a good time, and not meek or quiet like the AKs who took one look at her clothes and immediately knew she was a VK ( what, nobody wore leather here ?? ). or, even worse, the AKs who wanted to be nice. like they were all charity cases. but now blanche grimhilde was getting weird. she’d followed the curled finger just to humour heer, taking out her headphone with an annoyed shake of her head. 

“b, i’m gonna tell you this just one time. i literally got here eight hours ago. everyone’s talking about a museum and i’m just, like … dude, stuff gets stolen all the time. ya lost a spell book? boo fucking hoo, get over it. if we all die, whatever,” she scoffed. then she lifted a scholarly finger, to show she wasn’t done. “but, from what i’ve heard, i’ve got at least one opinion: whoever stole it, better do something fucking awesome with it, or else i’m rioting. ”

                 blanche couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the little mim girl. this little s h o w of hers wasn’t for giona. she tilted her head, hearing the table immediately next to her repeating the same thing she had just said, checking with each other to see if they had heard her correct. she looked back at her friend, narrowing her eyes and hoping gigi could see what blanche was trying to do here.

                 ❝ it’s new information, d a r l i n g. things you should know about the going-ons around here and people to look-out for. what kind of friend would i be if i didn’t tell you about some suspicious characters ?? ❞ her voice still carried around the room. she let it soften as she began speaking to the other girl in EARNEST. giana was one of the few people who actually got to know blanche’s r e a l opinions. ❝ and we all know that everyone dying isn’t really an issue for YOU. -- i’ll tell you something though: if whoever is responsible messes around with my mother’s spellbook, i will be the one who does something . . . . fucking awesome, as you’ve said. it doesn’t belong to them. ❞

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「  * &.  ♕ ━  e l i s s i a. 」‌:

          ELISSIA WAS HOT and cold with gossip, depending on the day and what she had to do. if she didn’t have time for it, then she didn’t bother, and she had no qualms in telling whoever the chatterbox was so. in the middle of class when she was completely and utterly bored, on the other hand, was fair game. it wasn’t as though the teacher was lecturing them about anything she didn’t know. a voice carried across from nearby, and while she didn’t look over, she could still hear it plain as day.

          the auradon kid rumour was one she’d heard before, and she knew it was just as plausible as if a villain kid was responsible. that wasn’t the interesting part. it was only when the gossiper started mentioning names that she really started paying attention, doodling in her notebook to at least appear as though she was writing notes. she didn’t think it was the racer. from what she’d seen of him, his glitch could be a little out of control, so it would be a big risk. not impossible, though. when the mentioned odette, however, she turned her head, a saccharine smile on her face. ❝ you know, they say that the culprit is always the first to point fingers. ❞

                  gossip always found a way to make it’s rounds. it didn’t MATTER if the person blanche was talking to didn’t believe her. all that mattered was that someone heard. and then someone took that tidbit they heard and passed it on and on and on.  by the time someone disapproved it, the seeds of DOUBT were already planted, and rumors only g r o w. the first person blanche passed the information too didn’t even have to believe her. as long as they told someone else, it wasn’t in vain. 

                  so blanche wasn’t surprised when she faced opposition. it was inevitable, honestly, and something she expected. an argument carried even more weight than a s i m p l e speculation, however, and blanche more than welcomed the stranger’s interjection. even more whispers broke out across the room as the other girl spoke up, and blanche allowed a grin to spread across lips. it was a mirror of the girl’s: saccharine sweet and ringing absolutely disingenuous. ❝ good thing i wasn’t the first, then. ❞ her head tilted as her smile turned pitying. ❝ did you not h e a r me ?? i did say that i had heard it from someone else, didn’t i ?? ❞

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「  * &.  ♕ ━  m e l i n o e. 」

          melinoe lets out a soft groan, opting to get back to her books.   on the counter before her lay a small notebook splayed open, the pages filled with class notes in neat handwriting,  along with a book entitled  AURADON:  A HISTORY OF HEROES.     “     mhm,     ”     she responds, a hint of irritation in her voice.      “      can’t really do much studying in my room,  my roommate’s a talker.   plus, i was getting hungry.     ”

        blanche was NOT a nighttime person. getting an adequate amount of sleep was paramount to her skin care routine, therefore, she went to bed at a reasonable time and anything she said when she was awake past her regularly scheduled sleeping hour could not be held against her. ❝ a chatterbox, ugh. ❞ her nose scrunched up in distaste. she popped a berry in her mouth. ❝ you should just k i l l her. ❞

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「  * &.  ♕ ━  c e l e s t i a. 」:

          THE ANGER WAS warranted, and no one would be able to convince celestia otherwise. she knew she wouldn’t like it if someone took something that belonged to her family and put it on display. ❝ i don’t understand why they didn’t give it to your mother in the first place. if they’re going to keep her in a place where it’s impossible to use magic, then what’s the harm ?? ❞ and that wasn’t counting the disrespect of essentially taking something that wasn’t theirs. they were anti-crime until it had to do with people they deemed ❛ villains ❜. ❝ i think it should go to you and your family, but what do i know ?? ❞

                the thing that angered blanche that most was that there was NOTHING she could do. the police were incompetent, and the culprit had left no trail for her to do anything by herself. ❝ there is no harm in it. this was about greed. personal spells created by one of the most powerful sorceresses of the age ?? i bet they just couldn’t keep their c o v e t o u s little hands off. ❞ she huffed out a breath of frustration. this was just another deed in the long-list of wrongs done against her family. ❝ more than these morons, at any rate. grimoires are personal. it would’ve been an honor if my mother shared it with me but instead, the option was taken from her. ❞

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「  * &.  ♕ ━  d e l. 」:

“ i promise you, it’s much better than it sounds. and i’m a terrible explain-er of things,” del admitted. once they were out of this new predicament, two feet steady on the ground, they brushed their hair back and smiled at the girl. “ what, you’ve never head the old ‘drop my shoe so someone insanely pretty picks it up and i get to talk to them’ trick ?? weird. ”

              ❝ i’m opting to trust you on this one, so you better pull through.❞ blanche warned, waggling a finger. her eyes narrowed, playfully suspicious. ❝ a charmer, you are. flattery will get you everywhere, thank you very much. ❞ she sniffed, tossing her hair in mock vanity. ❝ how many other people have you used this little t r i c k on ?? ❞

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                   plans take t i m e. blanche knew this, of course. she knew she wasn’t going to skyrocket to the top of the political food chain immediately. that was the ending credit, and blanche was only all too happy to play the G A M E in the meantime. she excelled at these kind of games. the casualties never mattered to her, not when the resulting discord was so satisfying. to hear her own rumors whispered back to her in the middle of class was m u s i c to her ears, and she couldn’t help but start to spin another thread.

                      ❝ you know what i heard ??  i heard that some people think it was some auradon kids who stole the book. ❞ blanche leaned forward in her chair, gesturing the other person towards her with a graceful curl of her finger. she cupped her hand to her mouth, saying the words in a  w h i s p e r  but pitching her voice so that it carried to the next few tables over. ❝ i heard it was that one kid -- you know the racer ?? glitching in and out, it’s possible. ❞ she leaned back into her chair, shrugging her shoulder in apparent confusion. ❝ i don’t know why they would do it. personally, i’d keep my eye on that odette bonfamille girl -- ❞

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「  * &.  ♕ ━  s o f i e. 」:

      “     did you know they actually store magical objects in a museum around here?     ”     she tries not to sound like much of a tourist, but the tone of absolute surprise in her voice probably isn’t helping that much. she can’t help herself, it’s not something she’s used to — granted, she never really had powers to begin with, but magic was all around her growing up in arendelle, from her aunt’s ice powers to the snow companions that had helped raise her.     “      that doesn’t make that much sense at all — why lock up magic, of all things?     ”

                        blanche looked up, lips pursing at the other girl. idle conversation was not something she was overly FOND of, especially given this particular topic. ❝ it’s not the f i r s t time, ❞ she pointed out. she felt an ugly twist of envy in her stomach. the question was exactly something she would expect to hear from someone who wasn’t bereft of magic their whole life. ❝ just look at the I S L E. dozens of magic users. dozens of magical beings. dozens and dozens and dozens of people who have magic as an inherent part of who they are and what they are made of. – in that case, auradon has been locking up magic for the past twenty years. ❞

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「  * &.  ♕ ━  l y r i c. 」:

LYRIC WAS TIRED. Not physically, the kid could go on for days without stopping. But he was just BORED of the talk around here. A stolen spellbook could spell trouble ( haha, he thought he was funny ) but without more information, it was a wild goose chase. He was finished classes for the day, the only place where he looked presentable and acted sober. He knew impressions would last and the effort would eventually be forgotten. That’s why he was always perfectly dressed. As soon as he stepped out of the side exit of the academic building, not wanting to dart around students to get to a smoking spot, he fished his cigarettes out of his pocket and started to spark one up. 

THEN, HE ALMOST ran into someone. ❝ WHOA !! Did I catch any on you ?? ❞ he said immediately, before taking a step back and offering a bright albeit sheepish smile. ❝ Sorry about that, been itching for one, wasn’t looking where I was going, all that. If you got any ashes or embers, don’t worry, I can get it fixed no problem. Perks of a credit card. You need anything ??  ❞

                 the fact of the matter was that blanche was listless. she was here, taking her classes and being the PERFECT little student that ensured that she stayed exactly where she was in auradon, but there was n o t h i n g she could do to get what she actually wanted. she dressed the part, and always looked immaculate. she was perfectly polite and charming to almost everyone she met. she excelled in her classes. underneath it all, however, was a frustration that started with the news of her mother spellbook that threatened to B O I L over with each passing day it went unrecovered.

                  she nearly growled at the near-collision, but managed to rein it in. her fingers found  a singed mark on her jacket shoulder, made from where the newly lit cigarette had briefly brushed against her. ❝ it’s - it’s fine. it was an accident. ❞ her ears perked up at the strangers offer, and she nearly smiled when she understood that she had stumbled across an o p p o r t u n i t y. she allowed her eyes to water just a bit, pitching her voice as she began to ramble. ❝ i -- don’t even worry about it, okay ?? there was nothing you did wrong. you didn’t do it on purpose. probably both our faults for not paying attention. it might’ve just been me too, you know, i can just be so clumsy at times - ❞