Walking all five thousand of her dogs through the park— “Eira, leave your brother alone!” Poor James, always getting picked on.

She can hear drama going on down the hall. Continues to flicker through her Vogue magazine.

If she was on The Isle she’d knock both them out.

She has some of her classier records on. “CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE!”

[[ I want to make an affectionate momma.

Don’t disturb her, she’s got Cardi B blasting through her headphones whilst speed walking through the park with her dogs.

[[ Since we’re here talking about Merida here’s something Scottish x

Someone’s trying to rob her bag again, this time he’s getting the pepper spray to the eyes. “Imbecile— THIS BAG IS PRUADA! I WILL FUCK YOU UP SO BAD!”

The only person she trusted, or grew close to for that matter was taken from her just when they had managed to sort things out. She’s about to pull one of her mothers moves and freeze the whole of Auradon over.

Shooting ice at the barricade. “. . .Bastard.”

⠀ ⠀ 𝑰 𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝒀̶𝑶̶𝑼̶ ˗ˏˋ 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳 #ᴘᴏιsᴏи 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺, + 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘵 ˊˎ˗

⠀ Survival of the 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 ╱ a school of 𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙙 𝙧 𝙖 𝙢 𝙖 ﹠𝙘 𝙧 𝙞 𝙢 𝙚. ———— · · ———— Which 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚 will you 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 in with?

Aspen, done with everyone’s shit and breaking into the isle.

Filing her nails.

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