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hannahhook7744 · 9 months

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The Badun Detective Agency Texts;

Convo between Jace and Harry Badun.

Convo between Jace Badun and Hadie Olympian of the Underworld (Son of Hades).

Convo between Jace Badun and Elle of Tirulia (daughter of Eric and Ariel).

Convo between Yzla Sorcerer of Enchancia and Jace Badun.

Let me know if you want me to make more of this series.

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 1 year

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Agrabah Villains in the 1920 mafia AU

We are pretending that there are other cities and countries besides Auradon City, and not all fairy tale locations are included in Auradon city. This includes Agrabah and fairy-tale equivalent of China, at the very least.

Also, Encanto, because I just realized that this fits really neatly with the Dark Madrigal family trope. Dark, as in, it would be ridiculously easy to run a mafia with their combined gifts. Anyway.

Agrabah Villains.

Of course, the main one is Jafar, the big bad. He is allied with his sister Nasira and they specialise in over-border smuggling of exotic artifacts, occasionally drugs or weapons, and also tomb raiding. (Look me in the eyes and tell me Jafar and Nasira do not have the vibes to be tomb raiders.)

As a result, they are rather wealthy and have a name for themselves in the criminal underworld.

They are also feuding with pretty much all the others Agrabah villains. As in, full on gang war.

So they [both sides of the conflict] sent their children to Auradon City to „stay safe, forge foreign connections, and lay the groundwork for eventually expanding our network.“

Jay and Jade took it to mean „Joyride in Auradon City.“

Reza took it as green light to annoy the fuck out of Jay and Jade.

Now, I want you to understand that Jay and Jade are first and foremost a) menaces to society and b) arrogant rich kids.

(And it's hilarious.)

They have been in Auradon City for about a year and half (because I said so), and they have not done single productive thing in that time.

They spend their time just lounging in the bars, climbing where they shouldn't, racing through the streets, either by foot (or by jumping from roof to roof, if they re feeling like it), or in stolen cars. (There are cars now.)

As I said, they are menaces.

They also rob jewelry stores – not armed roberry ir threatening, no, they want to talk and charm and swindle their way through it – purely to one-up one another in getting the shinier piece.

Jay occasionally drops one of the stolen pieces by Uma, or maybe Evie or some of the Tremaines, if he is feeling like it, but Jade keeps most of her loot.

Jay giving some valuables to Uma and her gang of assembled street kids is about as far as their positive influence on Auradon city goes.

The ugly pieces, though? They break into the houses of Auradon elite and hide them here, waiting for the break out. Given the incompetence of Auradon police, this particular pastime wasn't particularly entertaining just yet.

The relationship between Reza and each of the cousins (separately) could be best described as „Enemies with benefits“. Also, none of the cousins knows that Reza is hooking up with the other one, too, because I am mostly here for Agrabah villains drama.

So, yeah, feel free to add any other Agrabah Descendants.

Anyway, Reza. He added himself to the so-called Badun detective agency. The primary objective of the Baduns is annoying the de Vils into giving up Cruella, but they are not opposed to investigating other crimes either, and so Reza is slowly nudging them to look into Jafar-Nasira-Jay-Jade family network. (I need to find a better name). Yes, while hooking up with the cousins. Morals are not needed in this AU, didn't you know?

It's fine, though. Reza is having fun.

Another one of Agrabah Descendants is Jordan. And her being an AK in canon makes her not part of criminal network in this AU. So she is an investigative reporter.

Her morals are still rather flexible, though.

She travels the world for the sake of travelling and getting to see the most interesting stories. And she wound up in Auradon city. Which may or might not have something to do with her ongoing investigation into the lost artefacts of Agrabah.

She also ends up sticking her nose into the chain of tragic and completely accidental deaths of Harriet Hook's husbands.

Luckily for her, she is suspectible to bribes, especially when the alternative is „They will never find your body,“ as Harriet Hook kindly put it.

As I said, flexible morals. Good for her.

@hannahhook7744 @dragoneyes618

#disney descendants #the 1920 mafia au #jay son of jafar #jay descendants #jade descendants #descendants reza #harriet hook #jordan descendants #YES I HAVE COMPLETELY NORMAL AMOUNT OF HEADCANONS FOR THIS INCREDIBLY SPECIFIC AU #DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

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dragoneyes618 · 6 months

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Which characters in Descendants would be religious, aside from the obvious (that is, Claudine, possibly Rick, and the Agrabah set)?

#descendants #disney descendants #the isle of the lost #claudine frollo #rick ratcliffe #jay descendants #jade descendants #aziz descendants #reza descendants #can't think of anyone else

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leavethemtorot · 2 days

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The history of the Overgrowth has always been a messy one.

As they were growing their influence, there would be deals made to other factions or possessions that would be temporarily sold. And in the beginning, they didn't even have a good way to test their products.

This all, of course, fell onto Maddy before stretching to the younger cousins until the Overgrowth finally acquired workers who fulfilled these purposes.

#the overgrowth #disney descendants #descendants #isle of the lost dead #mad maddy #mars mim #maggie mim #zevon descendants #leighton rourke #reza of agrabah #yzla descendants

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tiredflowercrown · 6 months

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I got some writing done, hope you enjoy

Midnight

Light flooded his eyes, shooting pain through his head. Turning to his side, he saw the same person from earlier, dark hair falling in front of his eyes as he checked over a bag. Reaching up to try and get his attention, Ben suddenly found out he couldn’t.

“What? Whas going on?” Ben got out, finding the words a struggle.

The others' eyes snapped to him, his lips thinning.

Footsteps sounded down the hallway.

“I’m sorry. Please know that” The softest words Ben had ever heard left the others mouth. So quiet, he wasn’t even sure he heard them.

The door creaked open drawing his attention towards the scratched and stained door.

The woman in maeve stepped in, the air dropping a few degrees as she waltzed towards the shelves along the wall. Her hand flicked towards the two, prompting the boy to start talking.

“Everything is prepped and ready for you. I’ve established a baseline and made sure he’s properly strapped down.”

Everything about her screamed danger and everything about the boy screamed fear.

“Good”

He quickly left the room, head down the entire time.

She browsed the shelves, vials of different colored substances being picked up and set down.

Everything seemed to blur, he blinked and her face was suddenly before him, scanning his face for something that Ben wasn’t sure of.

Another blink

A syringe and a vial.

Blink

A needle in his arm

Blink

Agony raced up his arm before flooding through the rest of his body, fire hurtling through his veins at the speed of light. Breath was stolen out of his lungs. He strained against the restraints, desperate to hide from the pain.

What felt like hours later, the pain had subsided.

All the woman did was walk over and check the restraints, before inserting a new needle into his skin.

“Please no, please not again, please”

She smiled as she removed the needle, the substance already injected into the vein.

Cold ice started racing this time, freezing him to his core.

She walked away laughing, enjoying his immense pain.

There wasn’t an end in sight.

#disney descendants #ben descendants #reza descendants #maeve mim #sals isle lore

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idontliketomatoesleavemealone · 1 year

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[the Anti-Heroes are playing a board game together] Eddie: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'. Sammy: I will add onto your 'A' to make "AT'. Yzla: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'. Reza: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'. Maddy: flips the board

#disney descendants #Eddie Balthazar #Sammy Smee #I like to think that he was part of the gang #but he was busy trying to keep Ginny from committing attempted murder #he failed but still #yzla descendants #Reza descendants #Mad Maddy #the real reason she rebelled

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new-poets-society · 3 months

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Thoughts On Icarus (A Poem by Reza Ghahremanzadeh)

Falling

from

the

firmament.

But you still had options––

You could have beseeched.

Implored.

Supplicated.

Gods

are

of

course mercurial

and unreliable.

But it was certainly worth a shot.

Zeus might have let you air-surf on a thunderbolt.

(Another sexy plaything. Ganymede 2.0?)

Iris might have let you descend a rainbow like a slide.

A fun & safe entry into the water.

Hermes might have lent you his Talaria.

Even one of them would have mitigated the damage.

Heck, a harpy could have saved you.

Eternal claw marks on your back. But at least you would have survived.

I suppose it's hard to think on your feet.

Especially when said feet are tumbling towards

a watery grave.

But then again,

there's always the possibility that you did not want to be saved.

Perhaps you wanted to face death bravely & unflinchingly.

A feat that the gods can never achieve.

Immortal cowards.

#new poets society #poetry #submission

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 1 year

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This is probably the most fruitless quest for logic but I was rereading Isle of the Lost book and during Ben's meeting with the council of sidekicks, one of Pongo and Perdita's complaints is that they have to send 101 dalmatians to college and I just thought of today. . why do the dogs need to go to college?

They're basically domesticated pets in their movies. Maybe obedience school but not doggy college.

It's not like the mice in the Rescuerers who presumably have mice degrees so they could be in the mice UN. Dogs don't have career goals. Well maybe in Zootopia but that was mainly wild mammels, no dogs or cats. So the dogs are still just pets. . . just why do they need to go to college?

And between Cinderella's mice having a sewing business, the Rescuerers, and mouse Sherlock Holmes I just realize mice have a lot of professions in Disney.

I don't know why I'm struck with trying to rationalize this. After all it's descendants, there's nothing rational or logical in this franchise but I just found it very funny.

Also is it just me but is Carlos’ classroom rival Reza pretty much Zevon with his interest in chemistry, and what he thinks is sophiscated, overintellectual language with made up words?

#disney descendants #isle of the lost #council of sidekicks #random musings

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pers-books · 10 months

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[Freema Agyeman. Photographer: Joseph Sinclair]

By Steven McIntosh

Entertainment reporter

Doctor Who star Freema Agyeman will appear in a new stage production of the Tony and Olivier-winning dark comedy God of Carnage.

The actress is best known for her role as the companion Martha Jones in Doctor Who and recently starred opposite Lily Allen in TV comedy Dreamland.

She will play Veronique Vallon in the revival of Yasmina Reza's play at the Lyric Hammersmith theatre in September.

Agyeman told BBC News she was "beyond thrilled" to be returning to the stage.

God of Carnage tells the story of two sets of parents, who meet up after one 11-year-old knocks out his classmate's two front teeth in a playground fight.

The boys' parents meet up to have a civil conversation about their children's altercation in a supposedly calm and rational way. But chaos ensues as the parents themselves descend into tantrums, name-calling and tears.

Agyeman said: "I'm happy to be staying in the genre of dark comedy post Dreamland - God of Carnage made me gasp and guffaw in equal measure.

"I look forward to performing in this play alongside the fantastic cast and am very excited to be working with director Nicholai La Barrie whose enthusiasm is infectious!"

Reza's play was translated for English-speaking audiences by Christopher Hampton, who won an Oscar in 2021 for best adapted screenplay for The Father.

God of Carnage premiered in the West End in 2008 before transferring to Broadway the following year.

The play went on to win both the Tony and Olivier Award for best comedy, as well as additional Tonys for best play and best actress for Marcia Gay Harden.

Agyeman's screen credits include Torchwood, Silent Witness, Law and Order and The Carrie Diaries, as well as the most recent film in the Matrix franchise, Resurrections.

She will appear alongside Ariyon Bakare, Dinita Gohil and Martin Hutson in the Hammersmith production of God of Carnage, which runs from 1 to 30 September.

Agyeman said the Lyric had an "incredible history and tradition" and praised its "consistently solid, inclusive and high-calibre work".

Director Nicholai La Barrie said: "God of Carnage pokes fun at wealth, power and money. It lifts the lid on civility which is immensely funny to watch. From the moment I read this play, I imagined it to be a reflection of the cosmopolitan cities that we live in."

In a review of a 2018 revival of the play in Bath, the Guardian's Arifa Akbar recalled how the show's 2009 run in the West End "put in just enough laughs, balanced with middle-class menace and marital rage, for the play to earn its reputation as a savage comedy that tears away the veneer of respectability in modern bourgeois lives to expose the bigotry, anger and predations that lie beneath".

Prior to God of Carnage, writer Reza made her name with the the 1994 play Art, which also won a string of Olivier and Tony Awards.

#Freema Agyeman #Theatre #Play: God of Carnage #Playwright: Yasmina Reza

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hannahhook7744 · 6 months

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The Badun Detective Agency Song;

Thanks @casinotrio1965 for the help writing this.

Harry:

Call me a stalker,

Call me a creep.

Really, I'm just a smooth talker,

And the one that you seek.

Jace:

I'm the strong one,

Not afraid to fight.

I'm seen people come undone,

So don't try to tell me what's wrong or right!

Yzla:

My whole life,

I've been wishing on a star.

Fightin' with a knife,

While they party from afar.

I've faced nothing but strife,

Is it any wonder that I'm so bizarre?

Reza:

I'm a diamond in the rough,

So forgettable.

But always fast with a rebuff,

Mind so incredible.

Just wait till I show my stuff,

One day I'll prove that I'm enough!

Eddie:

They think I'm a snitch,

A rat in the gutter.

They want me in a ditch,

So I'm left to scutter.

Soon I'll flip the switch,

And then they'll all stutter.

Hermie:

Life is a circus,

The world's my stage.

I'm too full of purpose,

To be stuck in this cage.

Hadie:

The prince of the Underworld,

I'm making it hot.

Time for me to be unfurled,

don’t try to stop me or you’ll rot!

All:

Life is a mystery,

So full of history.

We live in misery,

But one day we will know victory!

Cause…

We got resolve!

We've got resolve!!

Life is a mystery,

So full of history.

We live in misery,

But one day we will know victory!

They'll know us all!

And they will bawl!

They dropped the ball,

And we answered the call!

We've got resolve!

We'll make them squall!

And the isle will fall!

They'll remember them all!

No time to stall!

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #descendants au #wicked world #disney #disney descendants alternate universe #disney descendants au #descendants alternate universe #harry badun #jace badun #hermie bing #descendants reza #descendants yzla #descendants hadie #eddie balthazar #song writing #etc

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 1 year

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The Badun detective agency in the 1920 mafia AU

For @hannahhook7744 I hope you enjoy!

There is a child at Jace's doorstep.

A fucking child, looking up at him with wide innocent eyes, like a fucking cherub. His hair a wild mess flung around by the chilly wind, and their ends were dyed blue.

(Who on earth lets a child dye its hair?)

Jace slowly blinks and looks down again: the boy is still here. Well.

„What do you want, kid?“ he asks, hoping that the child might want, well, directions back to his parents? That would be nice?

„My mom has three disembodied corpses in her basement,“ the boy states blankly, a picture of perfect innocence. His eyes are suddenly mildly unnerving, and it takes Jace's brain a moment to catch up on him.

„…What the fuck?“ he mutters more for himself than for the child, who takes it as an encouragement to repeat its words anyway.

So Jace draws a sharp breath and yells down the hall at his cousin: „Harry! Come here this instant! And bring your gun!“

You know, just in case-

Harry Badun runs to the door in truly record speed, the weapon safely pointed down. He looks disappointed when he sees only a child.

„Tell him what you told me,“ Jace sights towards the visitor.

„My mom has three disembodied corpses in her basement. They talk to me when I sleep.“

Ok.

That is a new info.

This is cool. Totally cool.

Harry tightens his grip on the weapon and looks around the street, then up the roofs, which, you know, always a good idea.

They are clear, though. It doesn't look as if anyone is gonna jump them, much less some psychotic woman. Those don't tend to be too quiet, and the Badun cousins would know.

Oh, and by the way. That silhouette against that balustrade over there? That is totally Reza. Snogging Jade. Harry owes Jace for this one.

Anyway. Right, the corpses.

„Come on, kid,“ he says, „Go inside and then tell us what you know, yeah?“

The kid's eyes shine as he steps inside and exclaims: „Do I get to be a detective too? I have always wanted to be a detective! I would be an awesome detective, since I know how do bodies look how long after death already!“

This is not a worrying statement at all. Not at all.

A shadow peels off the wall. Hermie. She was listening the whole time, of course she was.

„Dead bodies?“

„What exactly do you mean?!“

The kid answers and Jace bites back the irrational need to scream his lungs out. A vein at his temple pulses as the kid starts describing a rotting corpse with freakish accuracy to way too interested Hermie.

„Quiet! I need to concentrate!“ shouts Yzla from upstairs, „This is a delicate process!“

„Stop painting your pretty pictures for a moment,“ shouts Harry back, „This is a bloody murder case!“

„I'm trying to recreate Renoir here, you ignorant simpleton-“

„A what?“

Yzla screams incoherently and Jace interrupts the argument before it can truly begin:

„We also have a kid that might be in danger and knows absolutely too much.“

„…I'm coming. But if the paint dries and I won't be able to get back to it, it will be all your fault.“

Jace doesn't even acknowledge that as worthy of an answer.

„Jace?“ Hermie nudges him slightly, while the kid infodumps at slightly traumatized-looking Harry about the different types of gunshot wounds, „Should I get Reza too?“

„…Nah,“ decides Jace, „He is snogging Jade right now, and we wouldn't want to interrupt.“

Hermie nods curtly and turns over to Harry: „You owe me and Yzla a bottle of cognac,“ she says, and Jace whistles. His cousin is losing in the big, today.

The kid tugs at his sleeve: „So what about my mom's basement, Mr Detective?“ the kid asks and he really should ask who his mom is. Also, what is his name?

So he asks, and when the child answers, looking at him with impossibly wide eyes, he almost gets an aneurysm.

„I'm detective Hadie, sir,“ the child reports proudly. Harry and Hermie just shrug – they don't know what is happening either. Nor does Yzla, who just appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing nothing but a negligee, and didn't she say she was working?

Oh, well.

Jace clears his throat.

„Right, kid. Hadie. And who is your mother?“

„But you are detectives!“ the child protests, „You gotta know that, no?“

„…Sure. We know that. Absolutely. And the bodies? Wait, no,“ Jace catches himself. This will certainly be a conversation, so:

„Let's go to the saloon first, shall we?“

Even if the saloon is just a fancy name for a room with a dining table and the kitchen counter, as he and Harry can hardly afford anything else.

They do have enough chairs, though, even if they are rarely used and mostly ignored: Hermie sits on the table, swinging her legs idly in the air, and Yzla plops herself down Harry's lap, setting his weapon aside. Fucking menace, that girl.

Jace himself takes the chair next to them and the boy stays standing.

(If Reza wouldn't be too busy with his current hookup, he would just lean against the wall and try to look very cool and intimidating, and smoke his cigarettes. Jace could do with a cigarette himself. Or better yet, a drink. The cigarette smoke reminds himself and Harry a bit too much of Cruella.)

„Now, tell us what you know,“ Jace asks the kid and damn. That kid. Does not shut up. Ever.

By the first thirty minutes, Yzla gets up and opens a bottle of wine to pass around, not even bothering with the glasses.

By an hour, Hermie is playing with her favourite dagger a bit too much and Harry has reclaimed back his handgun.

By hour and half, Jace is very ready to bleach his brain, thank you very much.

Hadie slows for a moment and Jace immediately stops him: „I think that's quite enough for today, Hadie,“ he says, „Thank you. Would you just step behind that door real quick?“

The kid pouts at him.

„Ehm… Me and my detectives need to discuss the evidence you just presented to us. And decide the, ehm, next course of action.“

Hadie finally steps behind the door when all present adults – including Eddie, who showed up half-way through – point at them.

And there is not much of a discussion, not really.

„Tell me we are taking that kid to Uma,“ blurts out Yzla before he can even speak.

„We could keep him,“ propose Hermie and Harry at the same time, and, yeah, no. As if Harry didn’t know they are barely staying afloat as it is, never mind, you know, not remotely responsible enough to raise a child?

…Yeah, it says a lot when a child would be safer on the streets, under the protection of one of the wildest Auradon City gangs, than anywhere else.

„We are taking him to Uma,“ decides Jace, and Yzla sights in relief. Eddie motions for her to pass the wine.

„You can come back, kid!“ Jace raises his voice, „We have decided!“

„Yay!“ the tiny disaster runs back to the room, „Do I get to be a detective too? Will we solve the case of my mother’s basement? Track down the victims’ family?“

Actually…

Jace knows how to get the kid to cooperate and go to safety voluntarily now: He winks at his associates, as to signal the general „don’t question me, I’ve got this.“

„Sure we are, kid. But, you see, right now we are working on another serious case, and we need you to help us. Will you be our eyes on the streets, detective Hadie?“

„Yes! I will, Mr detective sir! When do I start?“

„As soon as we can get you to the location. Now, let’s not lose any more time: We will debrief you on the way.“

That will hopefully give Jace enough time to come up with decent backstory, so, yeah.

With a yawn, Yzla gets up and sets off to her atelier, also known as the attic, not bothering to say goodbye, and Harry sets off to find his metal boxer and emergency knife.

„Reza is gonna be so mad he missed this-“ Hermie giggles, „It’s gonna be so much fun!“

And then, the Badun detective agency escorts its newest member, or, more accurately, adoptee, to Uma.

They don’t have any idea how much trouble they are causing Uma in the long run.

#disney descendants #badun detective agency #the 1920 mafia au #it will likely get a second part #aka: pissed off Mal tries to find her troublemaking little brother #and Uma is not amused #Jace badun #harry badun #hadie descendants #yzla descendants #hermie bing #reza descendants

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stesierra · 9 months

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Word Finding Game Tag!

@avrablake tagged me! The words are: rain, carve, look, bury, burn, and buy. I'm going to draw from Stitches and Memories today! Writing below the cut!

Rain

The last statue belonged to the Eagle God. It sat at the very center of the crowd, depicting a man with piercing eyes and a hooked nose and feathers where his hair should have been. His limbs and chest were heavy with muscle under the armor he wore, and he raised a long, one-edged sword towards the sky. The statue was painted in shades of blue and gray and black except for the skin, which was the same hue as good bronze.

Reza said, "Vilsel? What do we have worthy of a god?"

Vilsel came to stand at her foot, his eyes captured by the statue's stern face. "Little, Your Highness. Some coin and food."

Reza sighed. "I was afraid you would say that. Here." She pulled the jeweled rings from her fingers and let them rain into Vilsel's open hands. "Give these to the Eagle God, with the greatest respect."

Vilsel went forward and arranged the jewelry in a rosette on the god's altar. It shone there beautifully but otherwise did not stand out. The altar was already stuffed full of riches. No one dared make a poor offering to the king of the gods, and so, over the years, worshipers had showered his feet with gold and diamonds and even a few bejeweled crowns. Antea stared at the crowns and wondered if past heirs to the throne had left them here in their quest to win the god's favor.

Carve

They left behind the emptiness of the cave entrance as they descended into the cavern, following a walkway through the middle of a vast room. Its ceiling caught only a hint of Jedan's light. Vibrant turquoise water flowed by silently to either side of the path, vanishing somewhere beneath where they walked. The cave was not like illustrations Antea had seen in books at the library, illustrations that were always full of stalactites and columns and ribbons of rock. This one didn't have decorative growths at all. It looked as though something had carved the cave out of the granite with a giant spoon and an unsteady hand. The walls were full of dips and gouges, and only the path where they walked was relatively flat.

Look

She turned the first page and caught her breath. Sprawled across the pages was a dragon, its long neck twisted in a graceful "s", its wingless back hidden under a forest of spikes. Its tail trailed off the page. The artist had taken the time to include every diamond-shaped scale.

Antea read aloud, very quietly, "A seed of dishonesty lies in every human heart. An example: Dragons eat the dishonest. Dragons don't exist. One of those statements is a lie." The claws of the dragon stretched towards her, its eyes so black they seemed to eat away at the page. "I, the writer, am human and I thought that lie."

Something stirred, looking at that picture, reading those words, and it seized her mind and shook it until the writing on the page swam and melted. The memory grabbed at her -- a jade statue of a rearing dragon on a marble pedestal just face-high -- and knives jammed themselves into her ears. She felt like she was falling.

Bury

Antea's nostrils flared, and heat flooded her core. "What’s strange is, there aren't supposed to be bandits on this road. The soldiers patrol it. It's the main road. The damn main road!"

"Getting upset is not going to make that dead man go away."

She blew air out and tried to still her shaking hands. "Do we have to bury him? Report him?"

"I shouldn't think so. The soldiers will find him soon, and since they didn't do their job of keeping him off the roads, I don't feel bad about making them dig the hole."

Burn

Zoren leaned on the desk, scattering papers and tape everywhere, and fixed her with sharp eyes. "What did that book tell you to do?"

"Excuse me?"

He shook his head and folded his arms tight around him. "I should have thrown it on the fire."

Antea's jaw dropped, and she planted both her hands on his desk. "You don't burn books. You never burn books."

"I should have made an exception. Then you would not be leaving on some fool journey it told you to make."

Her chest felt tight, and she shook her head wildly, still leaning on his desk. "Look, the book hasn't told me anything! I haven't even read it yet! I'm leaving because I need to find my father. This is my only chance. Please understand."

Buy

The farmer closed his hand over the oboles, casting her an offended look as though he had heard her thoughts. "You can have the barn for tonight, but I warn you now that you'll be sharing."

Jedan's brow furrowed. "Sharing?"

"Girl came in before you did and asked to sleep in the barn. Paid me a third of what you did, but there's only one of her, and I've used up all my charity for the night." He stepped farther from the door and pointed them towards the barn. It was twice the size of the house, with a similar thatched roof and splintered walls no one had bothered to whitewash in years. "Go over there and get out of my face." And the farmer stepped back inside, coins clutched tight in his white-knuckled hand, and slammed the door in their faces.

Antea glared at the door and resisted the urge to go and pound on it again. She muttered to Jedan, "Shouldn't that much money buy a meal, too?"

He shook his head. "Be kind. The taxes a farmer pays are terrible."

"I guess. You didn't get poked in the boob."

Jedan coughed. "No, I did not."

Tagging @elizababie, @squarebracket-trick, and @macabremoons. Your words are dig, ride, jump, cut and drown!

#Stitches and Memories #tag games

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leavethemtorot · 1 month

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Overgrowth

Face: Madailéin ‘Mad Maddy’ Mim

Second: Maeve Mim

Assorted Members: Leighton Rourke, Yzla, Zevon, Reza of Agrabah, Malvina Mim

The Overgrowth runs the forested area not already claimed by the Crimson Army. They don’t get many territory disputes due to their control over illicit substances and their willingness to cut off anyone who crosses them.

The Overgrowth, while not having that much power, is seen as a necessity. They are the only ones with the knowledge of how to cook drugs and make alcohol. If anyone seems to be gaining said knowledge, they either quickly forget, disappear, or join the Overgrowth itself.

#disney descendants #descendants #maddy mim #maeve mim #leighton rourke #yzla descendants #zevon descendants #reza of agrabah #malvina mim #isle of the lost dead #the overgrowth

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tiredflowercrown · 7 months

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A little pain never hurt anyone, well that's not true. But it's fun to say. Here's a little story

Any way to distract (and sedate)

Leighton rushed back to the apothecary as fast as she could, dodging around people, trying not to trip over the cobbled streets. She had lost track of time and was on the verge of being late. Her breath quickened as she saw the building come into sight, there wasn’t anyone waiting outside for her, so maybe she was in the clear. Entering the building as quickly and quietly as possible, she moved next to Reza in line.

“Where the hell have you been?” He hissed, head down and arms behind his back like the rest of them.

“I lost track of time”

“You better not have been around the arcade.”

“I’m not suicidal, Reza”

Footsteps.

They all fell completely silent. Standing still, perfectly in position like dolls. Heads down, arms behind their backs.

Fingernails against a wall.

Leighton was almost trembling, heart racing, pounding loudly in her ears.

Then everything stopped.

“Looks like you all made it here when you were supposed to. Now let’s get to business.”

Leighton slowly breathed out, relief flooding through her body. She hadn’t been caught.

“Wait”

Her blood froze.

“Leighton dearie, do you want to explain yourself?” Maeve purred, now standing directly in front of her.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I got caught up on my way here”

“Ahhh, I see.” Her fingers caressed Leighton’s cheek. “But rules are rules.” Pain flooded her head as Maeve gripped her hair and pulled.

“Lucky us Maeve, we were just in need of a new test dummy”

“I know right Maddie! They treat us so well.”

“Please, I’m sorry” She breathed, limbs shaking.

Pain flared through her cheek.

“I didn’t say you could speak. Now you’ve really done it.”

Leighton cried as she was dragged forwards by her hair, Maddie taking the opportunity to pat her cheek.

“You can be a good test dummy now, won’t you?” She said mockingly, before shoving her forward towards her doom, cackling as Leighton begged for forgiveness.

Her cries and screams growing fainter, before disappearing into the basement

“Now, where were we again?” Maddie said with a grin.

It would be a week or two before people saw Leighton again.

When they did, she was a little paler, a little skinnier, a little more weak. Eyes sunken in and track marks along her arms. Barely coherent.

No, the Overgrowth never killed their members.

Who else would test their new concoctions?

#disney descendants #leighton rourke #maeve mim #reza descendants #mad maddy #sals isle lore

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findmeinthespacebetween · 9 months

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Descendants Fan Cast

( Parents )

( reposted from my main blog now that I have a descendants specific sideblog, with some characters that I forgot the first time! ) – I’m not recasting anyone from canon, just live action casting for Wicked World & Isle Of The Lost characters! If I’ve forgotten anyone, or if there’s any interest in parent-casting, lmk because I had a lot of fun doing this! Special shoutout to @humaudrey for helping me decide between a couple of options!

Feel free to use any of these ideas if they help you! I’d appreciate credit but it’s not really necessary, but if you do use them please tag me or send me a link so that I can see what other people come up with!

I have my own collection of descendants characters ( part 1 / part 2 / desktop ) so some of my castings were based around my own collection of descendants kids (not reusing faces I used for mine & wanting them to work as siblings to some I’ve made) but without further ado, here we go!

Ally; daughter of Alice ( Skylar Samuels )