misbehcvior:
      âOh!  WHO WOULDâA THOUGHT  ??? Shrimpyâs found herself a crew.â 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. âI donât like âem. 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. â
@unfortuncte liked for a thing
  âYou know what? You can suck my clit.â 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 Malâs face. âI don't give a flying FUCK what you think about my crew. Theyâre loyal and TRUSTWORTHY. They wonât just get up and leave us all to DIE for eternity. Theyâre not perfect, far from it, but theyâre here.â Harry and Gil looked a bit offended at that last bit. More so Gil, but Harry said something to ease his mind.  Â
















