#ive just been on that 911 train ever since they've come back from their mid season hiatus

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Evie likes to count her ribs. It’s soothing. She’ll run her fingers down her left side first, feeling carefully from top to bottom before moving on to her right. She’ll dig her fingers into each divot, hook them underneath her rib cage as she sucks in a breath. It’s her morning ritual. Before taking a shower but after her first weigh in of the day. And at night, in the quiet moonlight that sneaks its way through their room's tiny bathroom window, Evie measures herself. She hides the tape measure with her skincare, which she keeps neatly organized in a bin that Mal never touches. She begins with her arms, then her waist, then her hips, and always ends with her thighs. It’s something her mother taught her how to do. They used to do it together, her mom standing by her side as they measured themselves in tandem. They would stand in front of their bathroom mirror, which had a crack in it that split it into two. Sometimes, Evie would line herself up with the fissure, watch as it made her face go wonky. She was uneven and disassembled, just like her insides.

Doing the nightly ritual without her mother is lonely. Evie is almost tempted to invite Mal to join her. She thinks that Mal could keep her on track - the way her mother did - make sure that Evie stays slim and perfectly princess-esque. She thinks that Mal would be kind about it. Unlike her mother, swinging like a pendulum, simultaneously angry when Evie was fatter than her and then even more angry when Evie was thinner than her. But Evie knows that Mal would disapprove. Mal would narrow her eyes, grab her by her wrist and show Evie just how easily her thumb and pinkie wraps around it. Unbearably tiny. She’s done it before. Like back when they were on the Isle and Evie would refuse to eat her share of the rations. Mal does it here too. She'll hold Evie's wrist underneath the cafeteria table whenever Evie is merely moving her food around and not actually eating it. Mal is kind like that. And even if others might think of Mal's grip as too tight, Evie knows better. Mal's touch is the only thing preventing the rot.

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a descendants wip for my series. i've been working on this since february, which ik isn't actually that long ago but i've been stuck ever since, which is soooooo :(((((

#ditzywip #within these walls #descendants #descendants fanfiction #descendants fandom #evie grimhilde #evie daughter of the evil queen #evie descendants #mal bertha #mal daughter of maleficent #mal descendants #mevie #eating disorder tw #sorry to all my descendants mutuals i feel like ive been neglecting this fandom #ive just been on that 911 train ever since they've come back from their mid season hiatus #i swear descendants is still near and dear to my heart and im still writing fic #just havent really been posting descendants since 911 has lowkey been occupying all my brain space #anyways im like so ahhh about this fic #writing evie is still so new for me and this is the first time i'm really starting to explore the mevie dynamic #im also like gonna have this whole thing with audrey #which is totally unexpected because i never thought i was gonna write about the aks really #i'm realizing that this series is like expanding in my mind #and while it'll always be core four focused i think there'll be inklings of other ships #or not ships per say but just other relationships outside of the core four #those like weird relationships that i lowkey feel are queer specific where its like #i hate you i love you you make me sick i wanna be you im gonna kill you i would die for you #get the vibe?