The Baddest Witch in the Sea

empireofkuzco:

trixie-t:

Trixie couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry, but this is about reality.” She walked around him and began to drag him by the back of the neck of his shirt. She pulled him into the hallway. “There are a few dressing rooms I believe.” She saw one with a bright, glittering star on the door. “This looks perfect.” She forced him into the room, entered it herself, and closed the door behind her.

“So, do I have to worry about you?” 

Kuzco shouted in protest as she began to drag him. Bloody hell, he needed to start working out. He tripped over when she forced him into the room, immediately turning around to bang his fists on the closed door. “I have friends, you know! They’ll come looking for me! I’LL TELL THE POLICE!”

Ursula sat in front of the mirror, adjusting her make-up. She was a vain, distasteful woman, and her lipstick looked like blood. She turned to see who had entered and spoke in a silky, hypnotic voice, “Trixie, dear, did you start without me.” She tutted at the pair as she stood, then snapped her fingers. For a moment nothing happened then Ursula remembered and snapped with the other hand. The mirror shattered into sparkling dust and Kuzco was thrown into the chair Ursula had recently occupied. Kuzco was helpless as his own overabundance of feather boas flew from all directions to lash him to the chair. The witch turned to Trixie, now about those computers? Ignore him, he’ll be no trouble…” She snapped her fingers again and a long thin sliver of glass rose to hover millimeters from Kuzco’s exposed neck “Now will you, Kuz-Kuz?”

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magickbauble:

She slipped on her hat as she hastily clambered out the door, her iPod in one hand and her other burrowed in the warmth of her coat pocket. The air was crisp and cool while snowflakes blew everywhere, following the wind which ever way it blew. Gently, Elle placed her earphones in her ears, then carefully tucked the iPod into her pocket. She hummed under her breath as she walked, taking simple pleasure in the scenery, not necessarily knowing where she was going. She remembered the summer again, when she had once done the same thing. But she had been different then. Much more care free. Much more herself. But she had to accept that she had changed—for worse or for better she had changed.

For the most part she did. It was easy to forget. Except sometimes, when she heard the others out late in the streets, or heard laughter coming from inside restaurants and shops. She’d peak out her window and, in a quick moment, that sense of longing would take over her, and she’d feel the need to jump outside and run to them all; to pull them into a giant bear hug and never let go. But she did not.

Sighing, Elle grasped the lamp post at the end of the street. Then, in one swift motion, she swung herself around it and, as her hair whipped her face and her hat fell on the ground, she gave a smile—maybe even the most genuine smile she had given in months—to the person standing in front of her.

Ursula was wearing a large fur coat and smiling genially at the small girl lying in the half-melted snow. She had come here with a purpose, a purpose and an offer. She stretched her gnarled hand towards the young woman. “Do you need some help dear?” She smiled to herself, of course the little dear needed help, everyone needed something. “You know, I could help you get the laughter back?” Her sunken eyes called to Eilonwy to accept.

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vanessa-benson:

dr-seawitch:

Ursula shooed away a lackey and turned off the plasma generator with a wild look in her eye. In the odd light she turned and smiled gently at her ‘daughter’. The constant look of mad intensity faded from her eyes and she waved the dear girl in. “Vanessa! Come stand under the light of the ionized plasma so I can get a good look at you.”

Vanessa, of course, obeyed her mother, her creator. She walked over and went to the beam of light she assumed Ursula was referring to and just faced the woman. She even tried to make herself look nice, brushing her fingers through her dark curls. She wanted her mother to think she was doing well alone. Which she was, she thought she was doing a very good job. It certainly could be worse. “It’s nice to see you,” she admitted.

“You look lovely dear, how are you handling yourself?” She reaches a hand out fixes a wayward curl.  “I know you want to be independent but please take a little something to tide you over” Ursula hands her daughter $300 and a rather powerful handgun.

vanessa-benson:

Vanessa made her way to Lab 3, remembering the building very distinctly. As she should, it had only been a few weeks since she’d been there. Since she’d been born. Odd.

She knocked on the door, then opened it. “Mother?” she asked.

Ursula shooed away a lackey and turned off the plasma generator with a wild look in her eye. In the odd light she turned and smiled gently at her ‘daughter’. The constant look of mad intensity faded from her eyes and she waved the dear girl in. “Vanessa! Come stand under the light of the ionized plasma so I can get a good look at you.”

vanessa-benson:

dr-seawitch:

I know dear, but I still worry. I… I promise I’ll stop trying to make you come home if you just let me see you from time to time.

Well…There are a few things I want to talk to you about. Can I come over?

Of course, I’m in Lab 3 today because someone trashed my usual Room.

vanessa-benson:

dr-seawitch:

vanessa-benson:

I’m here, Mother.

Come give your Mother a hug, I was worried sick.

-watches her for a second before awkwardly hugging her- Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.

I know dear, but I still worry. I… I promise I’ll stop trying to make you come home if you just let me see you from time to time.

vanessa-benson:

I’m here, Mother.

Come give your Mother a hug, I was worried sick.