#yes I know that they’ll be able to practice the actual parkour course that will be in MCC

[ruffoverthinksthings]

Audrey and CJ that is defiantly an interesting choice but might also work. Like Cheddie. Any other ships do you think would work?

TRUE STORY, THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LESS THAN A PAGE JUST TO ILLUSTRATE MY POINT THAT I CAN MAKE A SHIP OUT OF ANYTHING. NOW IT’S 3,000 WORDS, AND I CUT OUT THE PARODY/DUET SONG BECAUSE I COULDN’T MODIFY THE LYRICS, OR BE BOTHERED BECAUSE IT’S LATE

@saveshootingstar

Justask, and I’ll probably find some way to justify or explain it. Oncewe finally see the new VKs in action (Gil and Harry especially),we’ll probably see quite a lot of new ships and fics, headcanonportrayals aside.

If you want an example, I could actually see Jane and CJ workingout, the start of it being Fairy Godmother pairing the two up to tryand give CJ a good example to mirror… and someone with her at alltimes who knows how to physically restrain her, never needs to sleepor take bathroom break so she can watch her 24/7, and kick her ass,if need be.

(Jane has a LOT of spare time to learn all manner of skills—herfighting skills are a largely a matter of mind sabotaging body.)

The relationship obviously starts off rocky, what with CJ causingno shortage of (minor) trouble and (petty) crimes because she can,and her being proud of one of Jane’s biggest failures: her stealingthe wand at Ben’s Coronation and accidentally freeing Maleficent.

The two of them quickly start to bond when CJ relents with thecrime and teaches Jane how to be more free and assertive (becauseseeing her get used like a doormat is painful, especially becauseshe’s not the one taking advantage of her), bonding with theirfears and feeling like they’ll never live up to their famousparent’s legacy (”Only room for one Pirate King or Queen in allthe seas, I’m afraid.”), and of course, CJ discovering thatthere’s still a rebellious side to Jane, most of their activitiescentred around hanging out with the “Merry Men and Maidens,”children of the “Gray” people of Auradon who skateboard, rock,and engage in “technically legal mischief” like urban explorationand parkour.

Though CJ does legitimately have fun with Jane, I’d be lying ifher starting a relationship with her was just for the sake of it. Iwouldn’t put it past CJ to want to see if she can “corrupt”Jane and make her fall in love with her just because she can, likeshe did with the other girls at Frollo’s ill-fated convent beforeshe set it on fire. (See: God Loves You, Part 2)

She succeeds, mostly because Jane is new to relationships, she hasinsecurity issues that CJ plays with like a fiddle, andunfortunately, Fairy Empathy can’t tell WHY someone is so happythat you’ve said “Yes” to a date with them.

The other VKs warn her, but Jane largely ignores them, thinking toherself that CJ could change like they have, and because she haspersonally seen CJ slowly becoming able to integrate with society, ifjust with the MMnM.

Claudine is particularly vocal about this: “She set my house on firewhile I was still in it!”

She still spends her nights as she always does: ruminating,thinking paranoid thoughts, dissecting what the others have said toher to absurd levels of detail, what with being able to rememberexactly what they said, the tone, and the body language.

But just this once, she ignores all the warning signs, decides togive CJ a chance, because what’s what you do with the VKs: youassume the best of them, that they won’t revert back to their oldways, because treating them like criminals is the fastest way to makethem so.

All of this falls apart when Jane overhears a conversation at theMnMM’s Auradon City “hideout,” an abandoned warehouse in theindustrial park at Marigold Street. CJ gets into conversation withsome of the other rebels, and when the topic of their beingpleasantly surprised that someone like CJ could fall in love withsomeone like Jane, she finally admits she’s just toying with her.

“My evilness, she’s so desperate shepractically wrapped herself around my finger!” she says,before she laughs it off.

The other MMnM’s don’t laugh and scowl at her, and several ofthem start slowly backing away as Jane rounds the corner andslowly creeps up behind CJ.

Keenly aware of the signs that Something Terrible Is Right BehindYou, CJ turns around and sees Jane. “Oh, there you are, love!”she says nervously. “… Didn’t hear you coming…”

“I step very lightly,” Jane says, her eyes and her handsglowing with magic.

CJ has pestered and bullied Jane to show her some spells because“What good is being a full Faerie if you don’t ever use yourmagic?” She’s cajoled her from everything to a simple glow orbspell, to a prank or something to lighten up someone’s day, or evenincantations she’s lifted from Mal’s spell book when she gets tostealing it every once in a while.

And it is in that moment that CJ regrets all of that as Jane castsa Silence Curse on her.

(No incantation, sorry; it’s late and rhymes are hard.)

For as long as the curse is active, CJ can only make grunts andsighs, unintelligible gibberish, and hum, so the only real way forher to communicate with others is through the use of body language,facial expressions, and a whiteboard she has to carry around herneck.

(Before you ask: her phone was taken away from her as punishment,and if she actually needs anything important, it can be routedthrough Jane’s phone.)

CJ pleads and begs with Jane to undo it, but the normally warm andfriendly Jane is suddenly cold and hostile, acting completelyprofessional with her and communicating with the barest amount ofwords and interaction possible.

She attempts to say sorry, but Jane’s Fairy Empathy lets herfeel whether CJ is truly sorry, or just desperately trying to get thecurse off.

She tries alternative avenues, but Jordan she doesn’t grantwishes, and even if she did, “You gotta say it out loud, or havesomeone who will—sucks, I know;” Mal refuses for all the timesthat she’s “borrowed” her spell book; and Ben, Fairy Godmother,and the rest of the Faeries are actually quite proud of Janefor doing a well-timed-and-crafted curse to teach her a lesson, as istradition.

CJ tries to live the rest of her life with her curse, figuringthat she’s survived on the Isle and found a way, she can do itagain in Auradon. Unfortunately for her:

The VKs and the AKs are firmly on Jane’s side, and the formermakes a point to misinterpret all of her attempts at communication toannoy her and make things unnecessarily difficult (and entertaining);

The MMnM’s shun her for breaking their code, the one thatforbids ever “Playing your fellow Men and Maidens like fiddles.”,and she is completely shunned by the only friends and companionsshe’s had in Auradon (“Zevon doesn’t count,” she writes); and

She keeps running out of whiteboard space and marker ink at theworst possible times, and don’t get her started on when itrains

Life becomes miserable for CJ—even more so than on the Isle,because at least there, that was the standard, not the low you fellto after having a pretty good life that you personally blasteda hole in and sank to the bottom of the ocean.

In desperation, she tries to her the rowboat she used to smuggleZevon from the Isle (it was from a rental place for scenic rowboatdates and fishing trips), hoping that the power of the anti-magicbarrier will undo the curse.

Since her plan in Auradon failed so badly, she thought she mightcut her losses and return to her old Crew back on the Isle.

Unfortunately, this is nearly impossible to do when thestaff are already aware that you’re a boat thief and have taken theappropriate security measures (actually chaining their boats to thedock, and having someone watch the camera at night), and you can’tfast-talk anyone out of suspicion—she can only write so quickly,and there’s only so much space on her whiteboard.

And though CJ has several strokes of dumb luck and chancethat actually let her take a rowboat out to the water, she finds outit was all actually a setup as Jane was waiting under a tarp at theback of the boat.

CJ lets out a yelp and drops the oars.

Jane stretches the kinks out, before she sits down and faces her.“CJ,” she says.

CJ picks up her board, and uncaps her marker. “Jane,” shewrites.

“I suppose you’re wondering how I knew you were going to tryand escape back to the Isle…” Jane says.

CJ nods as she erases her board. “How did you know?”

“I could tell you were homesick and desperate,” Jane replies.“It was the same way with any of the other VKs when they havereally bad days.”

CJ nods.

Jane’s expression softens. “Do you really want to do this, CJ?Go back to the Isle?”

CJ sighs heavily as she erases and starts scribbling again. “Whatchoice do I have?”

“You could apologize, for one!” Jane said.

CJ blinks. Erase, write. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously,” Jane said. “It’s why ‘Sorry, I’llmake up for it’ was invented—humans like you are inevitably goingto screw up, but they say that to let others it wasn’t intentional,and more importantly, that they feel bad enough to do something aboutit.”

CJ slowly erases her board. She bites her lip for a moment, beforeshe slowly writes: “I don’t really do sorry, Jane…”

“Well can’t you at least try?!” Jane cries, her eyesglowing with magic again.

CJ raises her whiteboard up like a shield. She quickly, messilyerases the words, until all that’s left is “sorry” give or takea few smudges.

Jane sighs, and relaxes. “Okay, that’s a start. How about youtry and make it more sincere?”

CJ cleans up her whiteboard. She writes, “How? Like, seriously,how? VK here” she writes, with an arrow pointing to her face.

Jane thinks of telling her to look back at what little sheretained from Remedial Goodness, before she sighs, and says, “Sayyou’re sorry, along with what you did, and what you’re going todo about it. Here, I’ll help,” she says as she raises her hand,and twiddles her fingers.

Magic surges from Jane’s hand and into CJ’s neck. She tensesup and whimpers as she feels it seep into her skin, and go down herthroat like the realm’s coolest, mintiest menthol drop. She picksup her board, and writes,

“WTF did you do to me now?!”

“I gave you back your voice,” Jane said.

“Holy shit, really?” CJ asks. She blinks. “Holy shit.Holy fucking shit cunt balls motherfucking fucking-fuckity-fuck—Ican talk again!” she throws her hands up into the air. “WOO!”

Jane stares at her.

“Hah, yeah…” CJ mutters. “Really pent up in the cursedepartment! Speaking of pent-up–” she stands up, snaps herwhiteboard in half on her knee, before she tosses it and her markersinto the ocean.

Splash.

Jane watches the snapped halves and the pens slowly sink beneaththe water and out of sight, even for her enhanced Fae vision. “…I’m just going to ignore your littering and polluting the ocean,and just let you try and apologize, alright…?”

CJ’s good mood quickly fades. “Oh, ah! Right! I was…supposed to say, ah, the s-word, right?”

“You’re supposed to start with that, yeah…” Janemutters as she crosses her eyes, and gives CJ her “cold” lookagain.

CJ instinctively flinches, before she sheepishly looks away, andtakes a deep breath. “Look, Jane… I’m s-sss…” Her facestarts to contort with strain. “I’m s-soo… s-sss… s-sorry.”

“Could you please try to look at me when you say that?” Janeasks. “You can just say ‘Sorry’ now.”

CJ looks at her, and says, “Sorry.”

Jane smiles. “There? Now was that so hard?”

“YES!” CJ cried.“Evilness, it feels so WEIRD!”

“Is that really such a bad thing?” Jane asks. “Seasalt icecream was weird to you when we first had it, now you don’t orderanything else.”

“It’s made out of salt, from the sea,” CJ mutters. “Ithought it was going to be like eating frozen seawater.”

“But it wasn’t. It was delicious, wasn’t it?”

“Twas… what are you getting at, by the way? Because now I’mgetting hungry for seasalt ice cream, and we’ve just got plain oldseawater for miles, and no freezers in sight.”

“What I’m getting at is just because something is weird or newdoesn’t mean it’s bad, maybe it just means that you needtime to get used to it!” Jane cries. “You can say ‘Sorry,’CJ—you can be sorry, and you can make up for theawful things yo do.”

CJ looks away and mumbles something under her breath. With her Faehearing, Jane catches it: “Pirates don’t apologize; they raid,they pillage, they plunder, but they never, ever apologize.”

“But do you have to be a pirate…?”

CJ scowls at Jane. “Jane, I’m the daughter of CaptainHook–”

“And Mal is the daughter of Maleficent, but look at where sheand the others are now!” Jane cries. “Just because you were bornfrom an evil tree doesn’t make you a bad apple!”

“But I’m not like them—any ofthem!” CJ cries asshe throws her arms out. “Look at me! I’m damaged goods! I’mwaterlogged, corroded by sea-air, and the crew members accidentallypeed on me sometimes when they were too fucking wasted from all thegrog!” she screams.

Then, she looks away, tucks her legs underneath her, and crossesher arms over her chest.

For the first time since she’s known her, CJ doesn’t lookconfident or proud; now she just looks tiny, scared, and the feelingsJane is picking up from her confirm that.

It’s silent for a while as the two of them bob in the ocean, twogirls in a rowboat in the middle of nowhere.

“Jane…” CJ mutters.

“Hmm?”

“Why… why did you think I was being totally honest with you,when I said I loved you?”

Jane sighed. “Fairy Empathy. I could tell you reallywanted me to say yes. I could tell you really wanted me. LikeI was worth more than all the treasures you have ever pillaged inyour entire life. You made me feel special, CJ—like I wassomeone people would actually want.

“… But then it turns out, you only wanted to steal my heartjust to prove that you could.”

She looks at CJ, her eyes watering, her mouth curled into a scowl.“Finding out that it was all a game to you, and only because Ioverheard you bragging about it to the others hurt, CJ. Itreally fucking hurt. Do you have any idea what it feelslike, to think that finally, somebody loves you for you?

“That someone finally sees you as a person and not athing they can use to get what they want, and they it all turns outto be bullshit again?!”

CJ looks away. “No… but I do know what it’s like to realizeyou’re permanently second-fiddle to the girl you love, soyou do stupid shit like steal the only silver she has in the house,then set it on fire because you were so pissed she’d choose her oldfart of a father over you.”

She groans and looks back at Jane. “Look, Jane: my love life’sbeen nothing but fucked up and messed up since I started havingcrushes, let alone girlfriends and boyfriends! I’m a pirate:I’m doomed to have one-off flings with nothing to remembermy lovers by except a kid left at my doorstep one day—or theirripped panties in my case, I suppose!

“I can’t be what you Auradonians want to love—someone who’snormal, who’s not damaged, who can actually get this shit right!”

Jane reaches forward and gently takes her hands. CJ flinches, butdoesn’t pull away. “Do you want to find out if we can make itwork anyhow…?” she asks quietly.

CJ finds herself speechless once more, this time without the helpof a curse. “… What do you see in me, Jane?”

Jane smiles. “I see someone who gets into a lot of trouble anddoes a lot of bad things, but who I like hanging out with anywaybecause she makes life so interesting.

“I see someone who’s broken and damaged like me, but shedidn’t let that stop her from being confident and proud and doingwhatever the fuck it is she likes and getting what shewants.

“I see someone who I want to be, or failing that, just be with,because for all her rough edges, and the fact that her breath smellslike cheap booze all the time, made me smile, made me feel special,made me feel loved.

“And someone who, by the way, made me voluntarily spendseveral hours out of my day investigating and orchestrating a grandmaster plan to catch you when you try to row back to the Isle.”

CJ stare at her for a long while, feeling the magical warmth fromJane’s hands seep into her skin. “… You’re a strange one,Jane.”

“I’m a Faerie, I’m inherently strange to mortals likeyou.”

CJ pauses. “You do realize making this work is going to take ahellaciously large amount of work, yes?”

Jane nods. “I’ve got the time, and I don’t need sleep, norbathroom breaks.”

CJ’s lip quivers. “… And this could all still run agroundand sink for good, you realize that, right?”

“Well at least I can say that I tried.”

CJ pauses. “… You’re willing to do this… all of this…just for me…?”

Jane nods. “Yes. I’m not sure if it’s because I really dolove you, or I’m just desperate… but I know I want to find outwhich is which.”

CJ’s lip quivers as her eyes moisten. The emotions pouring outfrom her and into Jane, she can only describe as “warm and fuzzy.”

“F-Fuck!” CJ cries as tears stream down her cheeks. “W-Whatis happening to me…?”

“It’s called ‘Feeling Loved,’ CJ,” Jane replies calmly.“Does it feel weird?” she asks as she reaches up and wipes thetears from her eyes.

CJ sniffed, feeling her cheeks burn red. “Yes…”

It was a weird she could see herself getting used to, though.

#Descendants #Disney #headcanon

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seas who could sing so deep and strong [163]

“The Empress is hitting a growth spurt.”

Punk whispers this to Judge and Kore like he’s imparting the most valuable and confidential, and dangerous, information in the known system. He is. It’s appropriate.

Kore’s gloves creak with how hard she’s squeezing Judge’s arm.

Empress has always been around Kore’s height — and Kore’s always been the shortest out o the six of them. But Empress is also around Punk’s age (they think) so her starting to grow is not unexpected but highly anticipated in the back of the mind.

Intellectually, they all know that they’ll start growing sooner or later. The Void and their cryogenic sleep did not stop their growth entirely so much as slow it down, and the longer that they’re out of stasis the  more their bodies start to realize there’s catching up to do. Even Kore’s steadily been putting on centimeter after centimeter. But the Empress, for the longest time that anyone can piece together, has remained statically the same.

Until now.

“What’s…what’s it like?” Judge whispers, eyes wide as Kore’s fingers possibly leave bruises on his arm.

“She has a new suit,” Punk says.

“Still white?” Kore asks.

“Still white,” Punk answers. “Still white. Still plain. But. Uh. The entire image feels different.” Punk swallows nervously. “I think…I think she’s going to be as tall as the Alpha. Maybe.”

Judge and Kore look at each other in awe.

The Empress. Alpha sized? That’s too much power for one person to have, but if the Empress has it then it makes sense and of course that’s how the universe would flow. But still. Empress’ power in a body Alpha’s size. Both of them would be hard pressed to find someone who would willingly go up against the Empress like that.

Also the Empress and Alpha are the perfect couple.

“This is amazing,” Judge whispers.

“Is it…” Kore fumbles for the words, eyes flicking between Punk and Judge, before settling on Punk. Her voice regains some steadiness. “Jude.”

Punk’s eyes snap to her instantly, all three of them solemn and quiet as they wait for Kore to put her words together.

“Jude,” Kore repeats. “You can’t lie to me for the next part. Or exaggerate. At all. I need the truth. The unfiltered, unbiased truth without embellishments or any bullshit.”

“Kore,” Jude says — and now Judge knows for sure that the two of them are best friends behind his back even if Kore would never admit it, because Kore told Punk her name at some point. And Punk hasn’t used it in front of them this entire time. They have to be best friends. — low voice as solemn and staid as Judge has ever heard it. “I swear it on every single sponsorship, title, and record I have.”

“Is the growth spurt impacting her combat performance?” Kore asks.

And then the three of them sink into silence. Judge, stunned, because he forgot that with the change in height and possible limb proportions the Empress might be off balance. Kore, waiting for the answer. And Punk formulating that answer.

“She’s switched to daggers,” Punk says, “And shotguns.”

Kore and Judge both let sudden exhales through their teeth.

“I think her new reach is making her miss her targets,” Punk confides, eyes darting around, as if the Empress herself will drop in at any moment. “So she’s compensating by decreasing the overall range of the weapons she’s using. But her transference is still spot on. I think she’s actually doing better because she’s getting closer to her warframe’s height.”

“Where is she right now?”

“Working the Void,” Punk asks, “Relearning parkour with the laser rooms, I’m guessing. Or maybe just working on practicing against endless enemies?”

That’s what Simaris is for, Judge doesn’t say.

“Are we in trouble?” He asks instead.

“Maybe?” Punk squints a little. “I mean. She might requisition us for some defense waves or something, to work on her stuff some more. But I think we’ll be okay.”

“I want to have a growth spurt,” Kore mutters, a little jealous, hand finally easing up on its death grip on Judge’s arm. “Is it my turn next?”

“Probably Alpha’s again,” Punk replies. “He hasn’t stopped growing. I’m kind of starting to think he might never stop?”

Alpha already looms over some warframes. And now Empress has started growing to possibly match him.

“They’re too overpowered,” Judge says. “I don’t know why the system is still at war when they exist.”

“Because they care about one thing and one thing only,” Kore replies, “Earth. They’re probably why no one’s been able to claim Earth. Because they claimed it.”

-

Empress, the Helminth Charger, is licking Kore’s palm with her glimmering proboscis. Slow steady laps that don’t show signs of stopping. The Charger’s tail is wagging behind her as she sticks her mandibles into Kore’s palm for better licking access.

“Did you touch something interesting?” Judge asks. “Something that smells nice?”

Kore shrugs, giving the Charger a scratch behind the ear that causes the creature make a very happy clicking sound.

“She’s just an affectionate girl,” Kore replies. “Maybe she can smell the Pherlaic Pods I was working on?”

“And thinks its a snack?” Judge questions, crouching down next to them and patting the Charger’s bony body, feeling the movement of her ribcage as she breathes.

“When you’re a Helminth Charger, most things are a snack,” Kore replies, cooing at the Charger. “Isn’t that right?”

“You treat that Charger nicer than you treat most people.”

“My Charger displays more competency than most people,” Kore retorts.

“Me included?” Judge asks.

“Why?” Kore levels a flat look at him. “Do you want me to scratch you underneath your chin and tell you that you’re a good boy?”

Judge flushes immediately, hot and vibrant and he feels the crackle of electricity spread out across his skin.

“No,” His voice cracks tellingly and Kore smirks. “Don’t.”

Mercifully, Kore returns her attention back to the Charger licking her hand.

“Doesn’t the mucus bother you?” Judge asks, clearing his throat.

“I’m used to being a Nidus,” Kore answers, “I have two non-functioning arms that are made entirely of some kind of jelly like substance and my entire body can split open with mucus strands. Does the mucus bother you?”

Yes.

“Not as much as it used to,” Judge says.

He’s just glad that ever since Kore’s altered her Nidus’ head shape he hasn’t had to scratch her brain for her.

#heartsfic #warframe #punk and chic #otp: space kids