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If you trust in yourself, and believe in your dreams, and follow your star . . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.

- The Wee Free Men (Terry Pratchett)

Australian in her 20's who occasionally writes stories and posts them online. There is no sense, rhyme or reason to the fandoms of my stories, and my muse is eternally fickle and unreliable, and oddly motivated whenever I'm in the least productive situation to write.

I'm also screaminginternally on Archive of Our Own.

My Descendants fanfics are (at least some) part of a series: over on Archive of Our Own, the series is called 'the skin she wears may be made of calm, but her bones are made of chaos'.

It's a Jane-centric series, and most of the stories belonging to it fit into my headcanons of fae in Descendants, particularly Jane.

the skin she wears may be made of calm, but her bones are made of chaos stories are:

with golden string our universe was clothed with light

if brokenness is a form of art, i must be a poster child prodigy (as a chapter fic, it ties into the other stories as well as having its own narratives)

let's just punch our feelings

i look at you and see who i might have been

this lizard makes an excellent dynamite stick

this country is a time bomb exploding (where's my popcorn?)

infatuation and love are not the same thing

some of these do reference the other Descendants stories I've written, but they are their own narrative.