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“Oh! WHO WOULD’A THOUGHT ??? Shrimpy’s found herself a crew.” The purple haired pixie mused spinning on the heels of her boots. A graceful dance for such a threatening gleam in her jewel toned irises. “I don’t like ‘em. Not that you could have done any better. LETS SEE, you have a half witted ball of muscle. A murderous psychopath, and what? You? A washed up wanna be sea witch? PATHETIC. ”
@unfortuncte liked for a thing
“You know what? You can suck my clit.” She started towards her old rival, a rage filling her chest. Each breath stung, reminding her of the suffering she had to endure while the PRINCESS was being worshipped in Auradon. When she stopped, her lips were inches away from Mal’s face. “I don't give a flying FUCK what you think about my crew. They’re loyal and TRUSTWORTHY. They won’t just get up and leave us all to DIE for eternity. They’re not perfect, far from it, but they’re here.” Harry and Gil looked a bit offended at that last bit. More so Gil, but Harry said something to ease his mind.













