the kids playing a video game and needing Max to help them??
good thing my current obsession is bg3
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"No, look over there!"
"It's not there, we've already looked!"
"Well, look again!"
"You go look!"
Evie half-heartedly kicks in Flynn's direction, but he pulls his thigh away just in time, holding the playstation controller up and out of her reach.
"Open the map," Jakob suggests, pointing to Evie's side of the split screen.
"I've already tried that," she grumbles, but does it again. "Let's just leave her."
"No!" Flynn protests, "We can't just leave her in this pod things, that's so mean!"
"Well, what else are we gonna do? We're too stupid to find some god damn keys!"
They look at each other for a long moment, a silent agreement passing between them.
Jakob stands up from the bed with a serious expression. "I'll go get Mom."
"What is it?" Max asks, still wiping his hands on his shirt as he enters Evie's room. Man, it smells like teenager in here; he opens a window before doing anything else.
The triplets all look at him with similar "Mama please" eyes which still work even at sixteen. "Can you help us with our game?"
Max can't help but laugh. "Sure. What's the problem." They scramble apart to make space for him in Evie's nest as he sits down. Flynn hands him his controller instantly.
"So, we've got to free this girl in the pod from a bunch of mindflayers, they put a worm in our heads and probably in hers too. And we need a key or something to open the pod that she's in, and we can't find it!"
"I wanted to leave her, but Flynn wants to free her so he can romance her!" Evie taunts her brother. Max intercepts when he reaches over to pull her hair.
"We've already tried looking everywhere, but can't find the keys," Jakob says.
Max takes a second to familiarize himself with the controls; it's still intuitive.
"Ok, let's go," he says, sending the character running. Flynn's character looks very human, with brown curls like his. Evie's character, meanwhile, is an enormous, muscular creature with horns and pink hair. Figures.
The kids talk him through what they've already tried; it takes Max only about three minutes to find the key they missed before, prompting groans from all three of them.
"How did you do this?!"
Max just gives a shrug and a smirk. "Magic. ...and tons of practice when I was your age."
Evie huffs, but then leans into Max for a second. "Thanks."
"Thank you, Mama," Flynn and Jakob echo in unison.
"You're welcome," Max replies, and continues on with the rest of his afternoon feeling quite smug, actually.
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https://youtu.be/DnsxdIDDWv0
this video from one of my favorite youtubers was uploaded and it made me think of you, pookie!!
WAAAHHHHHH (。˘﹏˘。) OMG ??? HELLO ????
ugh i could really fall to my knees n start crying rn T^T first of all— the fact that it’s coming from one of your fave youtubers. and THEN, it’s something as beautiful as that ?? n it made you think of me 🥹🤍🤍🤍 stooppppppp im gonna sob w real tears. i.l.y.s.m. LOVE YOU TO BITS. thank you for sending me this, pretty angel (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )♡!! you literally just made my entire morning, ughn. you’re so stinkin cute, evy
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me, whispering: hi yes hello, i am here for descendants dean. like, what are his thoughts on the isle? what are his thoughts on auradon? how similar is descendants dean to his main verse (or other verse) counterpart(s)?
what an excellent set of questions. thank you vv much 💚
dean's thoughts on the isle: given my take on the fact that sam was sent there for undetermined reasons while dean stayed in auradon, he vehemently hates the concept of the isle. he sees a lot of flaws in the very concept of it, including people he knows being wrongly sent there and, after finding out about evie, he's deeply troubled by the fact that his daughter had to grow up under such conditions.
dean's thoughts on auradon: he feels guilty for being there. he feels a bit misplaced too, given the fact that he comes from a very poor family upbringing — he is a bodyguard at the palace. he doesn't have any qualms with the people there, although he does consider some of them to be classist. in his mind, his own job also feels temporary and that at some point, he will reunite with his family.
similarities to canon: i haven't had the chance to enrich his story in this verse, but i do have an endgame for him in mind that aligns with his loyalty to his family. also, i would argue that he experiences a lot of emotional repression, particularly anger over what happened to sam.
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@hecrowned , new years eve kiss bc bevie rights.
night skies swallow the light, slowly at first and then all at once. DECAYING STARS WITH SO MUCH LIFE, scattered throughout the shadows, flickering above the gathered crowds. music plays in the background, bass vibrating against marble floors, loose glitter lining the walls and floating through the thick air --- time moves so quickly and yet so slowly. sapphire locks cascade, spiral curls twisted and ADORNED WITH STARDUST, yet it’s so close to the end that perfection is now frayed with physical remnants of joy, of frantic hugs, nervous threading through, maneuvering thick crowds of elated party guests. carmine petals are stretched into a grin as honeyed optics finally reunite with viridescents --- and she’s finding oceanic specks that shine differently under dim lights, under the millions of celestial bodies BEARING WITNESS TO THEIR STORY.
fancy seeing you here, she teases. attempts of humor laced in strung out words, gentle lilt as she pulls him closer, finding safety and comfort the way nimble digits dance over his, sliding over recently unbuttoned fabrics --- THE NIGHT, IT UNDRESSES EVERYONE. swaying, to the distant rhythm of the song now an entity of the background noise. hands on her hips, arms resting over his shoulders, the distance mocks her and with every passing moment she finds herself moving closer and closer. A TETHER, can’t be too far from him anymore. pads of fingers play with the ends of the back of his hair, lightly tugging on tufts --- a habit by now.
gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips, watching as he talks --- gotta wait for the countdown, he says. ends of petals twitch, maybe it’s one rule i want to break tonight. but she knows, the wait is worth it. excitement bubbles in her chest, BUTTERFLIES IN HER STOMACH, heart thudding against cages as the timer is announced. sparklers shine against his irises, camera lights flashing and yet she remains fixated only on him, on the way gentle heads feel so sturdy against her, on the way she knows SHE’S FALLING MORE IN LOVE with every passing day.
five, she’s standing on the tip of her toes, even with her heels giving her some assistance. lashes flutter, he’s leaning down to meet her halfway and sparks explode once she feels his lips against hers. core twists with anticipation, with need, with desire. THE WORLD AROUND THEM IS BLURRED, she can hear them counting and yet she only allows herself to drown further in his hold. three, cheeks are flushed as she pulls him closer, chest pressed against his and space no longer exists between them. one, eyes are shut and YET ALL SHE SEES IS HIM, HIM, HIM. ends of petals can’t help but smile as she presses harder, with passion, with subtle desperation dancing along the edges.
fireworks go off, elaborate and colorful lights shining shadowing through closed eyes and still, SHE DOESN’T FEEL LIKE STOPPING. screams and cheers ring in her ear and the momentum slows, pearls now gently latching onto his bottom lip, a silent reminder, i love you, it’s unspoken, it’s whispered even as she finally pulls away, STARRY-EYED and looking up at him like he held everything that matters to her. he’s everything to her. happy new year.
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LOTD#578 “ D o n ‘ t b e s o s h y .. “
Head : LeLUTKA Nova Head 1.0 (New Evolution series - BoM) *
Skin : amara beauty - Ivy LeLutka BOM *
Hair : DOUX - Bloodline Hairstyle
Choker : Eclat - Velvet Choker
Earring : C L A Vv. Labeled Necklace Earring
Lingerie : Cynful Little Love Lingerie Set @ Fameshed *
Pixie Dust : Cynful Pixie Dust *
Jacket : EVIE - IDFC Jacket [Legacy] *
Pose : FOXCITY. Curves-7
Backdrop : FOXCITY. Photo Booth - Palme d'Or
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OKAY HI random but how do you hc the core fours gender identities / pronouns??? and how do you imagine them coming out to the rest of the group??? vv random but im curious and love ur work a lot
omg HIIII
love this question!!
i wouldn’t say any of these are like super set in stone for me because sometimes i think of a story where a narrative would be better if it was different (now if only i sat down and wrote those stories…)
Mal - i use she/they for Mal, though i mostly lean towards they/them. i like to think that faeries have a different view of gender than humans (because gender’s a social construct and faeries have a different society and all that) so they’re pretty detached from the human terms and don’t really care all that much about how they’re perceived. I don’t think Mal really had to come out to the core four since they were well known on the Isle + it’s common there to refer to all faeries with neutral pronouns unless stated otherwise. in Auradon, people mostly referred to Mal as she/her and that didn’t really bother them, but some people who became closer to the VKs hear others referring to Mal with they/them and start using that (tho Jane did that from the start because Jane’s also a faery!)
Jay - uhhh much less complicated, he’s a cis man who’s comfortable with his masculinity. plus, when he starts learning more about Agrabahn culture (which in my head is Arabic, mostly Saudi) and incorporating elements of it into his daily life with the help of Aziz and he is excited about it. a lot of it is what could be considered feminine in the western world, but Jay doesn’t give a fuck. kohl and floaty fabrics and silhouettes and the like.
Evie - definitely has complicated feelings about gender. because she was raised with this very narrow view of what is a girl and a woman and was only taught the restrictive parts of it. experiments a lot once she’s finally free of her mother, with her style, expression and what feels actually natural versus what has been taught by the Evil Queen. i’d say, at the end of the day, she uses she/her but doesn’t mind they/them either but mostly when describing her gender she’d say ‘i’m a witch!’
though i also fuck heavily with trans girl Evie
Carlos - you know how autistic people can feel a degree of separation from their gender because it’s all social and one of the big things with being autistic is trouble with social shit? yeah, that’s Carlos. went through a lot of his life like ‘well, no one really feels like the gender they were assigned at birth, we’re all just performing our roles, right?’ i think the realisation would only hit when in Auradon, a safe place where VKs don’t have to survive day-to-day but can actually live and explore. i don’t see Carlos being attached to a label, but the closest would probably be genderfluid. i feel like a lot of the time Carlos is a little separated from like their gender identity and it’s not really on their mind but there are time when it feels more? closer? so some days, they ask for specific pronouns to be used but mostly he’s good with he/they. again, i don’t think Carlos would have to come out, they’d just burst into the girls’ room one day and tell Evie to make them into ‘the prettiest girl ever’ and Evie would reply with something like ‘well i’m the prettiest ever, we can make you the close second’
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okay but ik we all talk about Jacob's feelings w his dad and how shitty he must have been but like i never see anything talking about how Evie had to grow up in the same household? like i was thinking about this real hard a bit ago and ofc its vv easy to say that Evie had it better than Jacob and we should all sympathize with him more (which coming from a son with a shitty father I can completely grasp that and do sympathize) but??
no one talks about what it's like to be the golden child, the immense amount of pressure Evie must have been under to be the "gifted one" (which is also fucking hard to constantly pull off believe you me), the one who must have obviously been looked to as the ideal Assassin compared to her brother and how she probably has major control issues bc she's dealing with a brother who couldn't care less and likely neither of them have identified (or maybe she has and he didn't) about the trauma she's facing and the lack of support both of them but esp her have. idk or maybe ppl do talk about it and i just ain't been around them lol
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know about me!
im vv anxious
self conscious and insecure
i have panic/anxiety attacks
im introverted and i cant handle too much stimulation
i may be too verbal or not verbal at all, it fluctuates
i need straightforward communication, i need honesty, if youre not clear i may get confused
miscommunication might be common as i dont always know how to say what i mean clearly
really bad rejection sensitivity disorder
im considered hyper empathetic and very sensitive to others around me if my empathy isnt drained (which it normally is)
you dont have to treat me like fine china but honesty and kindess is rlly all id want in a convo/rp
i tend to believe ive done smthn wrong or seem off or annoy others, so if i get annoying or anything, please tell me, id rather have an honest response than a wellmeaning lie, as lying will hurt me more tbh
i have adhd (and possibly autism too, unsure)
i hyperfixate on tons of different things! i really like sonic the hedgehog, the lion king, nbc hannibal, and other medias! i also really like animals of all kinds but i mostly prefer cats.
bad things for me
being too social (or around too many people)
bright lights
loud sounds
being ignored
rudeness or creepiness
being vulnerable
about me!
im open for roleplay but im anxious and shy, so please be nice and understanding
i like a lot of baby stuff (im scared to admit, idk it feels weird) like diapers and pacis and bottles etc.
i draw a lot and color too! i might draw or color smthn for you if we interact! i do this to show that i care about you/think about you!
i love plushies and stuffies! ive got a little collection irl! i also rlly like action figures!!
i like to read comics (that are easy to read, too much detail is not my thing)!
i also like specific cartoons (tom and jerry, sonic boom, sonic x, pokemon, alvin and the chipmunks (80s), etc)! i dont like steven universe, the owl house, she ra, etc. those shows annoy me for some reason.
media i enjoy specifically for agere !
(plus the characters i prefer as caretakers in fanfic!)
doctor who (tenth doctor, donna noble, twelfth doctor, clara oswald, thirteenth doctor, yaz khan, graham o'brien, dan lewis)
sonic the hedgehog (doctor eggman, shadow the hedgehog, rouge the bat, amy rose)
five nights at freddys security breach (sun/moon/daycare attendant/etc)
poppy playtime (huggy wuggy, kissy missy)
death stranding (cliff unger)
hannibal nbc (hannibal lecter, will graham)
twilight (carlisle cullen)
camp camp (david, gwen)
good omens (aziraphale, crowley)
mao mao (mao mao, badgerclops)
ok ko lets be heroes (professor venomous ((NO BOXMAN I DONT LIKE BOXMAN))
twin peaks (dale cooper)
rick and morty (rick sanchez ((specifically from season 4))
sanctuary (helen magnus, will zimmerman, john druitt, nikola tesla, james watson)
solar opposites (korvo, terry)
scrubs (perry cox, john dorian, christopher turk, carla espinosa, jordan sullivan)
stan against evil (stan miller, evie barret)
gravity falls (stan pines, ford pines)
robots (2005) (rodney copperbottom)
harry potter (severus snape)
constantly updating this btw so changes will occur
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out of the rotton ot4, who shares a braincell when they're alone? (evie is vv smart but loses a braincell with mal, carlos is a genius but will just open & close his mouth when alone with jay, etc etc)? sorry if this vague!
Jay and Mal definitely share a brain cell. Of the four, they were the first to be kind of friends and they always did dumb shit together. Fire? Awesome. Broken glass? Favorite plaything. Consequences? Never heard of it.
Jay and Evie have a few brain cells to share, at the beginning. Back when Evie is super interested in finding a boyfriend and didn’t realize she had her own brain cells, she would encourage whatever dumb shit Jay was doing because she wanted him to like her. Now that she realizes her worth, Evie is the one yelling at him to stop jumping off buildings and speeding in his car.
Jay and Carlos are the opposite. Before Carlos has friends and grows self esteem, he’s too skittish to do anything. What if his mother sees? What about pain? His whole life is filled with consequences, for things he didn’t even do! But now that he’s confident in himself, he’s an idiot with Jay, but it’s also because Carlos had no childhood? Like, none of the Isle kids had childhoods, but Carlos had it the worst. Now that he’s older and carefree and Jay offers a certain level of protection, Carlos is down to sneak out and play dumb pranks and just be happy. So the two of them share a brain cell, but it’s really just Carlos being free enough to enjoy life.
So Jay has a single brain cell at all times.
Evie, while crushing on Mal, has one brain cell. Mal is so pretty and confident and gives Evie all these butterflies that Evie will very happily do whatever Mal wants. But once they’re together and Evie stops being so star struck over this gorgeous girl, she’s very much over Mal and her wild antics. No, we’re not going back to the Isle because Auradon is hard. No, we’re not closing the barrier for good because you’re scared. Come here, let me make you hot cocoa and get you a blanket and solve all your problems, you lovely idiot.
Evie and Carlos are pretty good at not being overwhelmingly stupid. Sometimes they go along with their girlfriend and boyfriend and their bad decisions, but Carlos walked on eggshells for most of his life and Evie could never be crazy. The two of them are good at reigning in the chaos that is Mal and Jay and, when Carlos and Evie are left to their own devices, they just want to stay in the library. And if there’s a book that’s out of their reach, obviously, the best thing to do is climb the shelves and then enjoy the view, so they sit on top of the shelves, being quiet enough that no one ever looks up and sees them.
Carlos has a brain cell that disappears with Mal. She’s similar to Jay in that her confidence rubs off on Carlos. He holds back more than Mal does - like, instead of setting the school on fire, how about we just spray paint the lockers? - and keeps her from being in too much trouble. Jay goes along with everything and Evie stops everything but Carlos is a nice middle for her where he lets her have fun, but not like die or anything.
I love talking about my babies.
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Mini Summer VV Event: Part 4
This is the final oneshot I managed for the VV summer event, and was inspired by many a conversations with @33max 🩵
fluff with light angst//pack/family feels//tw: mentions of drug use, mentions of fights with parents
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Daniel meant to cut the tree down. It was old and knobbly and the placement wasn’t ideal, right on the edge of the cow pasture.
He didn’t get that far, because Isabel begged him, with tears in her eyes, to leave it be because it was her “favorite tree”.
“You never said that it was your favorite!”
“You never asked!” she sniffled dramatically, sounding a lot like Charles.
“What else am I supposed to do with it? It doesn’t even carry apples anymore.”
“We could build a treehouse in it?” Riley suggested quietly from the side. “Like the kind the kids in my book have. A magic one.” Of course, Isabel immediately agreed.
And so, Daniel, with the help of Michael and two very eager six year olds, spent the next few weeks gathering wood and supplies, and constructing a treehouse out of it.
It didn’t take long for the adults to become just as invested in the project. It was fun teaching the kids how to hammer in nails, how to sand, how to put in the little windows they had ordered online and how to roof it with tarp.
To make sure the treehouse really was magic, Lando helped Riley paint it, purple with little stars on it. Sophie got the pups small furniture, a little sofa to sit on, an old, colorful rug, a kid-sized table, some blankets.
When it was done, they all felt very accomplished.
“Daddy, I love it!” Isabel wrapped her arms around Daniel’s leg, looking up at him with a big, big smile and shining brown eyes. “It’s so cool!”
“It really is,” Daniel agreed, giving her a grin, rubbing her back. “And the paint job is what really pulls it together.”
On Michael’s arm, Riley beamed. There was still some purple paint on his cheek.
That night, the twins celebrated by inviting Leah and having juice and cookies in their new treehouse.
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For a while, Riley and Isabel got to enjoy the treehouse for themselves.
The triplets and Luna were too small to climb up the ladder on their own for a while, but that only made them want to get up there even more. When the triplets got too much for them, it was easy for the twins to escape into their sacred little space, rolling up the ladder and ignoring the wailing downstairs.
However, this was the best motivator for the younger kids to learn how to climb, and soon, the treehouse war was on.
Eventually, via the means of a packling tribunal, they decided on fair rules for everyone to use the tree house.
“No pushing people off” was priority number one, thankfully.
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The years passed, and the treehouse saw many additions: a rope swing, new curtains, a radio, flower pots, and a new paint job, courtesy of Luna and Lucía.
Jasper was born, and being the baby of the family, he got the privilege of being lifted up there before he could ever climb by himself, always just wanting to be included.
Eventually, the twins grew out of wanting to play-pretend with their siblings.
“Isa, will you play superheroes with us in the treehouse?” Evie tugged on her older sister’s sleeve. “Pleeeease?” She put all of her force into that please to convince Isabel. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough, because Isabel’s eyes were stuck on her phone screen.
“No, I’m calling Leah in a minute.”
“Ughhhh,” Evie exclaimed, slinking off, not even in a mood to make kissy noises at her sister for mentioning Leah. “Riley?” she asked hopefully, even though she knew it was no use. Riley sometimes still played dolls with them, but not superheroes.
“No, Evie,” Riley told her, looking at least somewhat sorry, “I need to finish my homework.”
“You’re always spending way too much time on your homework,” Evie grumbled, leaving her two boring older siblings alone in the living room, but not without a “You’re both stupid!”
She found Michael in the kitchen, reading a recipe off his iPad, cracking open eggs.
“Papa,” she whined, climbing one of the stools, “Isa and Riley never wanna play with us anymore!”
He looked up from his cooking, giving her a half-smile that usually meant he was about to say something wise. “That’s just how it is when you get older, bug. They’re proper teenagers now, they’re interested in other things.”
“Ugh,” Evie grumbled again, laying her arms flat on the countertop and her head on top of them. “Being a teenager must suck then, if they don’t want to play cool games in the cool treehouse with us anymore.”
Michael chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “You have no idea.”
Later that night, Evie snuck her way in between Riley and Isabel in the pup nest.
“Sorry I said you were stupid.”
She watched her older siblings exchange an amused glance over her head, which kind of made her want to pinch them both, but she controlled herself. “I talked to Papa and he said being a teenager sucks ass.” She paused, then added, “Well, he didn’t say it like that but it’s what he meant. So I forgive you.”
“Wow, thank you for your apology,” Riley said, clearly trying not to laugh.
“It does suck ass sometimes,” Isa shrugged, wrapping her arms around Evie to tickle her, but Evie quickly kicked her (lightly). She had one more thing to say. “Wait! Will you- …will you still do the sleepover with us?”
The treehouse sleepover was a tradition. Once a year, on the last day of school before summer break, all of them slept outside in the treehouse. It was a tight fit, but Evie desperately wanted her big brother and sister there, even if they were stinky boring teenagers now.
“Of course!” Isa gasped, shocked by the assumption, “Why not?!”
“It’s the law,” Riley said, matter-of-factly, “Treehouse sleepover on the last day of school is required.”
“Okay.” Evie let out a breath. “...you can tickle me now.”
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The treehouse changed over time, got bigger, a little more crooked, saw different paint jobs and ladders and furniture.
It always stayed a place for the kids to have their own space, away from the parents and sometimes, the world. Even as they got older, it still saw use, albeit not as much as it used to.
It was good for hiding after a bad day, for reading undisturbed, for sleepovers with friends, for games that were otherwise deemed “too childish”, for secret phone calls nobody else was supposed to hear, and for many other things.
“I can’t believe we used to be able to stand up in here,” Leah laughed, reaching over her head to touch the ceiling with her palms.
Isabel tried to look anywhere but at her. “Yeah, crazy, right?”
“Do you remember when we played princess and knight?” Leah smiled. Her teeth were so white, and Isabel couldn’t believe how long it had taken her to notice that. She was noticing a lot of new things about Leah lately.
“Yeah, I remember. You stole one of your mom’s dresses for it.” Isa had to duck her head to even sit up in here; she was leaning forward at an awkward angle.
“I did!” Leah giggled, “He was sooooo mad at me for it.” She paused, and Isabel watched her run her fingers over the edge of the ratty little carpet Lucía had weaved for the treehouse a few years ago.
“Do you remember when I said the princess should give the knight a kiss?”
Isabel snorted, “You mean when I said that princesses kiss princes, not knights?”
“Yeah,” Leah giggled.
Silence fell over them for a moment. It was a new, heavy, exhilarating kind of silence as the enclosed space of the treehouse filled with a warm, sweet scent.
“...do you want to kiss the princess now?” Leah asked into the silence, her voice soft and pretty. Her fingertips were inching towards Isabel’s on the wood floor.
“...I… would like that, yeah,” Isa said, barely managing a whisper.
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“Lunie?”
Lucía peeked over the edge of the treehouse, her eyes wide and still a little wet.
Luna wanted her to leave, but she couldn’t get herself to actually say it.
“Are you gonna come down for dinner?” Lucía asked hopefully.
Luna sat up, wiping her eyes dry. Her throat hurt from crying. “Is Papá still angry at me?”
Lucía scrunched up her nose as she pulled herself all the way up onto the platform with Luna. “A little bit I think. But he’s not yelling anymore. He’s just looking around all grumpy, you know how.” Her imitation of their Dad made Luna laugh.
Lucía leaned into Luna, putting her head on her sister’s shoulder. “...they’re just worried about you, I think.”
Luna hummed quietly, her throat filling up again. “They can’t get mad at me everytime I have a boyfriend!” she mumbled, “That’s not fair!”
Lucía said nothing for a second, and then carefully looked up at her. “...no offense, Lunie, but I think it’s the kind of boys you date.” Luna couldn’t really argue with that, to be honest. “You knew he does drugs. Everyone knew he does drugs.” Sometimes, Lucía sounded more mature than Luna even felt, even though she was the older sister.
“Maybe you’ll get it when you’re older, love makes you blind,” Luna shrugged, feeling silly and defensive.
“...I don’t think I will,” Lucía said, putting her head back on Luna’s shoulder.
“...it’s over with him now, anyway.”
“Sorry.”
They sat in silence for a minute or two before Lucía said, “...come down for dinner, Lunie, please. I think maybe we’ll have ice cream for dessert.”
Luna sighed deeply.
“...yeah, okay.”
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On the last night of school, thirteen years after the treehouse was built, they had their last summer sleepover.
All of them felt the finality.
Riley was going away for college, and Isabel was having a baby with Leah, and nothing would ever be the same after tonight.
Together, they had spent the last few days expanding the treehouse, adding more flooring to the platform. Flynn built stilts to hold it up until the treehouse had a massive front porch.
It was a total overkill for this one night, but nobody questioned it.
They squeezed up there together, a mess of sleeping bags and blankets and cookie crumbs. Jasper insisted on sleeping right next to Riley, holding on to him all night as if he could keep him from leaving if he just tried hard enough.
Wrapped in his sleeping bag and his little brother’s arms, Riley couldn’t fall asleep, staring at the stars above them instead. He could tell through their bond that Isa wasn’t asleep either. When he turned his head to look at her, he saw a slow tear run down from the corner of her eye into her blond hair.
In silence, he reached over, grabbing her hand, squeezing it three times. I love you. She squeezed back thankfully, looking at him with a wobbly smile.
A lot was about to change now, and both of them were scared.
“I’m so glad you convinced Dad that this was your favorite tree,” Riley whispered.
“Me too,” Isa whispered back. Next to her, Evie stirred, snuggling into her side.
For a moment, the twins just smiled at each other. Riley felt tears well up as well; just seeing her cry was enough.
“Being a teenager sucks ass,” Isa whispered, and then they both had to clutch their hands over their mouths to stop themselves from waking up their packlings with their laughter, making their tears less salty.
Eventually, they calmed down and Riley reached for Isa’s hand again.
“...let’s see if being an adult does, too.”
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I MEAN I BARLEY KNEW THEM BUT LIKE WHEN THEY DID TALK THEY JUST SEEMED OFF AND VV DRY...
just stuff outside of school thats caused by school and stuff but i'll be fine
THEY WERE SO DRYYYY LIKE BRO
also i barely knew them and they sent me an ask saying “mommy evie” uhh girly... i barely know u—
and i just didn’t like them that much too lol
do i rlly need a reason to not like someone when they give me bad vibes
if you ever need anyone to talk to i’m always here <3
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yeah okay i see ur nice n shiny canon but what if devie broke up quietly because eves is a lesbian (theyre still friends i love doug sm he deserved better) and audrey wrote in her diary that she’s gay and doesnt know how to act so when uma reads it shes like ‘ah... i see... 👀👀’ and then one kiss happens and uma can tell evies nervous abt Something so she pulls her aside and says ‘ur gay?’ and evies like ‘im gay.’ so uma makes some excuse to leave doug there and so they do and when the boys come back and evie sees uma n harry shes like ‘ah... i see... 👀👀’ (audreys probably lookin through the staff also going ‘ah... i see... 👀👀’)
so anyways the rest of the movie goes along and before the sea three + celia go back when audreys unconscious uma goes ‘evie kiss audrey’ and everybodys like ‘what crack is she on...’ and ofc heterosexuality rlly isnt a thing on the isle so uma’s logic is ‘true loves kiss is a prince + princess and evie is a princess + audreys a princess so close enough ig’ everybody but mal and ben are like ‘ah Understood.’ evie is all nervous because its auradon™ and shes not a prince. but uma is like ‘can we move this along bitch’
/ very important to mention this audrevie kiss is not very romantic and evies nervous and makes everybody turn around so when she kisses her its more like
than a Real Fairytale Kiss™ but there is *sparkles* and audrey wakes up like ‘gay?’ and evies like ‘gay’ and everybodys like ‘ah... i see... 👀👀’ but they dont rlly Talk abt it because theyre both princesses and were supposed to marry a prince so its Awkward. and of course nobody outside of that room knows about the kiss. /
timeskip to the engagement party, auds and eve are both lookin rlly nervous at each other every once in awhile. audrey keeps saying to her grandmother ‘i have to tell you something’ and queen leahs like ‘wait child i have to mope some more about a situation that is Out of Our Control™’ so audrey leaves her side and goes to chad, who is v e r y coincidentally close to evie and they smile at each other sorta awkwardly before its time for the announcement.
/ lets pretend theres something else announced to go along with the barrier so the villains are kept contained and also ben does it instead of mal /
so evie n audrey go up to the balcony thingie (vv smiley might i add because they both have a little hope that things Will Get Better) and audrey stands with chad kinda off to the side (like in the movie), evie stands wherever she does in the movie and BEN WAVES THE WAND because hes the KING teehee 👉👈
and then break this down happens with ben and uma as the leads instead of mal because THAT makes more sense sorry 💅💅 auds and eves dance as they do, they have some cute lil moments but nothin TOO serious yk theres still Straighties here. and then its uma, harry, and evie with the scene where she dodges the kiss (doug is dancing w chad dont worry) and harrys all :(? and uma goes ‘Fine Whatever’ and he drags him off to dance because hes a lil bitch anyways heres the sitch, AUDREY twirls into EVIE and theyre all soft n gay with a lil ‘hi’ and evie goes ‘we dont have to talk about it if you dont want to’ and audrey goes ‘no i think we should’ and then apologizes for treating her bad and evie gives her lil cheek kiss and says ‘ur forgiven :)’ and then theyre all smiley and go dance together all soft n happy because ITS WHAT THEY DESERVE
they also get a sequel sorry i dont regret anything 💅💅
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no thoughts, just evie going Wild
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So uh Velvet called Evie an asshole despite her not getting anyone at the peep show killed, not killing David, and generally being nice?
So in this run, Evie's opinion of VV has swandived 👀
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you’re starting to talk about vv like hate messages evie pls just ignore them
It’s a lot easier said than done to ignore; though I do try. I guess all those hateful messages just start feeling like facts, especially when even one or two have tiny specks of honesty in them. I know everyone means well when they tell me to ignore it or that it shouldn’t bother me but please try to consider how and why it might bother me. Put yourself in my shoes for a moment. Imagine putting a year’s worth of time, effort, heart and soul into something just to have it constantly be shit on right to your face then tell me how you feel. I’m not even saying that to be sassy or clap back or anything, I just truly don’t think people understand the impact hate messages can have on other people. I’m not trying to target you specifically with this response but this in general is something that’s been on my mind for a while and I guess now just seemed a good moment to speak up on it. I appreciate you taking time to send me a message and I do understand the sentiment of your words; so thank you ♥️ I’m trying, but it’s difficult.
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