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@heiresea liked for a small starter !
❝ Uma, I know we're not exactly on the best of terms, but...it would mean a lot to me if you were a part of my wedding. So...would you do me the honor of being one of my bridesmaids ? ❞ Mal said, offering a small, warm smile.
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every part of it is a gift, really. the blanket, the hair bows, the plush frog, even the picnic basket it all sits in. wrapping gifts certainly isn't in her skillset - this was less wasteful, anyways. " figured this is the kind of stuff that suits you, " uma shrugs, extending the gift towards the birthday girl as a half-smirk forms on her lips. " was i right, or was i right? "
allie birthday day asks!!!!!!, always accepting. ˎˊ˗
allie squeals when she sees uma with the basket, and runs toward her with an unstoppable enthusiasm. she had been undeniably hoping for a picnic, any time spent with uma feels like a kind of treasure, but she’s just as surprised at what waits for her instead, her hands curling back from where she had been holding them, about to hug her. “ oh! for me? thank you so much! ” allie says, her eyes large with it, but the pure surprise morphs into the bright sunshine of joy once she looks more, sees more. the fairy girl reaches for the little frog first, giggling as she squeezes it to her chest. then, she sees the bows, and takes those out with the arm that isn’t keeping her new friend so close to her. “ oh, oh! can we match? pretty please? you’d look, like, so cute with these! ”
#love them so bad ‘!!#𖥸 ₊ * “ in character ” … whoever said that life is beautiful was‚ in a sense‚ mostly right.#𖥸 ₊ * “ verse: auradon ” … and all my friends are three years away.#heiresea
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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 ↳↳ currently not accepting → @heiresea
❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜
their surgeon said once that his body retained heat better than most and it meant that the chilly southern winds and the wetness of the isle didn't affect him the way that it did many others. harry hadn't given it much thought since, counting it among the few blessings he could thank his genetics for but he was reminded of the fact when uma wrapped her arms around his waist and tucked herself against his back like a barnacle.
harry peeked beneath one arm, catching a glimpse of her face where she had pressed her cheek up against his back like she could sink right into him. harry grinned lowering his arms so that he could cover her hands with his own, bringing under his shirt where she could press her palms flat against his stomach where the heat was warmest.
❝ your hands are freezing! ❞ harry hissed but made no motion to change their positions. he tipped his head back and closed his eyes. focusing on the feeling of her pressed against his back as he hummed, ❝ we're not going to get anything done like this, you know? why don't you just climb on my back? ❞
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' perhaps it's my art skills that's scary , ' ben says dryly , unaffected by uma's judgement. he's never really been the best at any sort of art -- instruments , singing , dancing that wasn't formal , drawing ... the list went on and on. he doesn't feel terribly about it , but he usually avoids doing anything creative for this reason.
@yoakkemae sent: ❝ how does my pumpkin look? ❞ // it looks like shit. literally looks like a five year old carved a smiley face into a pumpkin. ruin ben's hopes and dreams. (he's well aware it looks like shit.)
( autumnal starters. / accepting! )
eviscerated pumpkin guts spill over her fingers, & the sensation is incredibly unpleasant, but she can't seem to get her hand free. it's as annoying as it is distracting. when ben calls her attention away, she's almost grateful - until her gaze falls upon the carvings he's unfortunately forced upon the gourd in his attempts to form a face from nothing.
❝ i thought these were supposed to be scary. not … ❞ uma pauses, nose scrunching up as she searches for the right word in the hollows of the pumpkin's crooked expression. maybe they should just get some hammers & put the poor thing out of its misery. ❝ … whatever THAT'S supposed to be. ❞
#heiresea#⤷ ben g.【 ❝ i don’t like to do what is easy; i like to do what is right. ❞ 】interactions.#a ben reply???? in 2024?????#(but yes obviously they're going to go drink cider)#q.
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@heiresea sent: " [text] all men are clowns one way or another might as well find one who knows it " ( ' text prompts stolen from my groupchats ' )
[ txt: uma ]: is that a hint? [ txt: uma ]: i can be a clown, long as i'm your clown.
#&; HEIRESEA#☠; IN CHARACTER#☠; ANSWERED#oh my god i forgot i had this buried in my asks im so sorry queen
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seven deadly sins
bold those that almost always apply to your muse, italicize those that sometimes apply to your muse, strike out those that don't apply to your muse .
lust ; desire for connection, pursuit of pleasure, emotional intelligence, obsessive, lovesick, one - night stand, seductive encounter, flirtatious conversation, erotic party, seductive attire, revealing clothing, passionate gaze, provocative makeup, sensual expressions, suggestive gestures, flirtatious smiles, lingerie, love letters, perfumes, provocative behaviour, love poems, erotic art
gluttony ; indulgence in experiences, savoring moments, hospitality, generosity, hedonism, culinary expertise, wine tasting, excessive snacking, overloaded plates, excessive portions, bloated stomachs, messy eating, greasy fingers, full tables, indulgent spreads, overflowing cups, satisfied expressions, wine bottles, can't get enough, fast food wrappers
envy ; motivation, competitive spirit, strategic planning, observational skills, bitter, rivalry contest, envious gossip, resentment - filled argument, social media jealousy, furrowed brows, clenched jaws, side - eye looks, pursed lips, tense posture, whispering behind backs, crossed arms, gossip magazines, keeping up with the joneses, the grass is always greener, feeling inadequate
greed ; resourcefulness, entrepreneurial spirit, negotiation, materialistic, aggressive investment, lavish spending spree, resource hoarding, get - rich quick scheme, auction bidding war, property acquisition, piles of money, overflowing wallets, luxury items, locked safes, penny pinching, rare collectibles, selfishness, unwillingness to share
sloth ; calmness, stress management, nonchalance, relaxation techniques, lethargic, apathetic, inactive, lazy weekend, binge - watching marathon, neglected chores, skipped workout, long nap, lounging on the couch, missed deadline, unkempt appearance, messy hair, pajamas, blankets, slippers, procrastination station, self - care routines
pride ; confidence, self - assurance, self - respect, dignity, public speaking, self - promotion, arrogant, conceited, egotistical, self - important, vain, boastful speech, puffed chest, raised chin, smug smiles, spotlight, tooting your own horn, showing off, refusing to admit mistakes, feeling entitled, personal branding, leadership development
wrath ; assertiveness, decisiveness, strength, intensity, boundary setting, courage, indignant, heated argument, road rage incident, physical altercation, angry outbursts, clenched fists, glaring eyes, tense muscles, raised voices, reddened faces, aggressive gestures, stormy demeanor, intense frowns, destructive actions, broken objects, punching bag, out for blood, fists, simmering anger
tagged by : nada, seen on @luckhissoul & @caracarnn tagging : @shehook , @calithal , @heiresea
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what kind of herb are you? oregano.
you are home to so many people and yet you're not at home with yourself. everyone needs something from you and you desperately try to prove that you're enough but you're never enough, never good enough, never even you despite all of that. your hands shake but only when you're never looking at them and your smile is so ever-present you can't help but wonder if it's fake, wonder how much of you is real. you're a caretaker, but are you even good at that, or are you faking yourself out into believing you're something that you wish you could, someone that someone else needed you to be when you were small and so full of need and hope and fragility? who are you underneath the need to be someone's home? who are you when you come home to yourself?
tagged by : @asoloact ♡ tagging : @barbieidol , @heiresea , @evl-qn , @livevl and anyone who sees. this!
#thank u sm for tagging me <3#this was fun!#* . ’ ⋆ ❧ ⊰ 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 . › she's got some mischief in her blood.
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@heiresea.
‘ does the tie look as good in-person as it does over text ? ’ ben jokingly asks as he leans in his chair to stretch his back. he gives uma an amused look as he says, ‘ the entire day today, someone asked me if i was under a spell. again. is it really that strange ? ’
#heiresea#⤷ ben g.【 ❝ i don’t like to do what is easy; i like to do what is right. ❞ 】threads.#let me know if you want something different !!!#but also my brain thought about the tie pulling thing you said and it was like WRITE
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𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 ↳↳ sent from : @heiresea
sleight of hand tricks are simple, when used to subtly take something for oneself. they are ... less simple when used for alternative purposes. but uma is nothing if not determined. her first gift cannot be slipped onto his wrist without notice, but she easily presses it into his palm as she passes by, no break to the haste of her steps. by the time he can inspect the turquoise & scarlet braided bracelet, she's slipped away, knowing he’s likely to follow. sidestepping other crew members, passing open rooms, down a flight of stairs into the depths of the ship. until, that is, she vanishes down a hall. the game of chase is exciting, but she has a purpose to this & he has a treasure to find, waiting in a room at the end of the corridor. laying in the center of an old, worn desk is a wooden box, harry’s name engraved neatly on the lid. inside lay a pocket watch, carved from cherry wood & hanging from a long, golden chain. its craftsmanship is well done, but lacking in perfection - some sides rougher than others, the carvings surrounding the watch’s face a complex wreath of waves. upon opening the cover, a small, folded piece of paper falls out, far plainer than any other part of the present. “ happy birthday, hook. – uma. ”
pickpocketing was an essential skill on the isle, a trick of the trade for any self-respecting isle born degenerate that they had all been sure to perfect or risk starvation. but to switch out with something, or to leave something behind in what had otherwise been empty, not that took a masters touch.
the first gift is placed within the palm of his hand as she passes and harry doesn't question it, doesn't stop to hound her with questions. for the moment, it could be anything. a secret, a clue, a mark. it's only when harry is sure he has no prying eyes on him that he risks inspecting just what it is that his captain has slipped into his hand and only then that he realizes that it is less clue and more gift.
harry studies the braided bracelet, turquoise and scarlet woven together with a practiced hand. he slips it onto his wrist and spins to give chase, a wolfish grin barely contained as he weaves his way through the crowd after her turquoise figure. he grows more eager, more excited with every second that runs by that he doesn't have her in hsi hands, following her down the stairs and into the hull of the ship and down a dark corridor. isntead of uma, he finds a wooden box, rough and sunkissed with age and wear and his name carved on the lid.
for a moment, harry only inspects the room. still searching for his captain before finally he's forced to relent and opens the box to find a second present and a note. the note is written in uma's familiar hand, and signed with her signature and the woods from there are easy enough to decipher. there's a lightness to the way his stomach knots when he curls his fingers around the pocket watch.
the wood is warm in his hand, smooth and polished with a water resistent finish. it's old, and used, but the fine craftsmanship is unmistakable. he drags his thumb over the carved waves, rolling the watch in his hand as he listens to the hand marked the seconds that passed. he slips it into his pocket, closes the box lid with a snap and his grin broadens. the chase wasn't over yet, it wouldn't be over until he had her in his hands, until he could kiss his thanks into her mouth and be sure that she understood it.
#heiresea#♤ ― in character answers. 「 inbox. 」#birthday asks.#tWO GIFTS#you know he's gonna be carrying and wearing these for the next 6 years#the bracelet's gonna be hanging on by a thread#and he'll still wear it#harry vc if you think you can just give me things#and then disappear before i get to kiss you#idk who you think i am
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❛ ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : uma nereus ( @heiresea ) .
❝ There's a surprise for you in the cargo hold. ❞
#heiresea#✧ ❬ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❭ interaction. ❜#✧ ❬ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❭ arc four : post-d3. ❜#not sus at all or anything
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@heiresea said : “ and I quote ! ”
jane: Violence isn't the answer. uma: You’re right. jane: *sighs in relief* uma: Violence is the question. jane: What? uma, bolting away: And the answer is yes. jane, running after them: NO-
Isle politics should be a course offered in college, but it wasn't one that Jane could take when it hadn't been invented yet. For as much as Jane disliked her mother pressuring her to follow in her footsteps with an academic career, she very well might create that course on politics for everyone else that experienced the sensation of missing something when the topic of territories and gang rivalries came up.
Reason to grab a sword and fight was apparent in Uma's mind, but Jane was left scrambling, trying to get get between Uma and the door, but hopefully not be caught between the door and the pointy end of her sword. "Wait, wait, wait, Uma. Could we maybe handle this another way? Like making sure we know what happened, maybe try to find a solution that's legal?"
#⁕ do love a happy ending ⋯ [ answered ]#⁕ arc 03 ; kindness goodness magic ⋯ [ post canon ; main ]#heiresea
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the wardrobe meme, accepting! ˎˊ˗
@heiresea, what allie would wear ... 🎃 to a halloween/costume party! (uma n allie's version)
#𖥸 ₊ * “ imagery ” … a nameless girl in freshest summer greens‚ a saint‚ an angel.#uma heiresea dyn tbt.#mine.#heiresea
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄?
— where you are heard .
how badly does your throat ache? when was it that you started yelling? screaming for a split second of recognition in their eyes. i think i heard you last night, right before i fell asleep, an echo of some sorts. you remember everything and it has rightfully made you angry. there's a part of you that lost its trust in humanity. you've tried it. you've sat them down and explained it, you've written the poems and the stories, you've tried your hand at composing the tunes that match your inner worlds. you've drawn pretty pictures. you've tried, with every last bit of energy inside of you, to translate what you've been meaning to say. i want to ask you to tell me about it, to scream, to demand that i hear you. i wish i could be next to you. it's so simple, this thing you desire. to have someone just look at you, for once, and truly see you, see their eyes light up with all that you've been thinking. i hope you can look in the mirror and see yourself, as wonderful as you are, breathe in deeply, breathe out. know that you are here, that you are yours. that you will always be there to listen to yourself. be gentle with your heart, despite the anger oh please, be gentle. the day will come, when you will be holding yourself in your arms, the most beautiful love you'll have ever found, and i promise you people will come along and recognise the image you have painted. they will sit next to you. they'll hear you before you say a word. you'll be like art to them, the way you're art to yourself, the way even the river sees you walk by and silently sighs her admiration.
tagged : nada tagging : @devillain, @heiresea, @rosewiltd, @luxoned, @levered, @dvarapala, @demoniste, @navalrefuges, @loetise, @lighthouseborn, @faedrake, @vengefulwins, @vampyrebond, @noirsteel, @mimnghs, @valourbound, @rotturn ( jason ), @lockslei, @ask-alicelockwood, @biteofwinter and you !!
#. dash prompts . › sailors knots .#i think#yes. just yes.#i know i've taken this before and got the same result#but it means more now that i've written harry for this long
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{ sms: uma 💙 }: i was thinking about walking around the lake. if you'd like, we could even do a late night swim.
@yoakkemae sent: ( sms ) : i know it’s late, but… would you like to go for a walk with me? [ ben ]
texting prompts. / accepting.
[sms: ben👑💙]: Still up, huh? I figured.
[sms: ben👑💙]: Depends, Ben. What’s in it for me? 🤔
#heiresea#⤷ ben g.【 ❝ i don’t like to do what is easy; i like to do what is right. ❞ 】interactions.#mobile //#he knows to invoke swimming lol#altho he likes swimming too
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@heiresea sent: " i’m gonna make you scream my name. " ( ' the dirty kind of teasing ' )
harry's not sure he'll ever get used to this; to him, it's nothing short of a genuine honor to be the one in this position with uma, to have her put him on his knees and have her do whatever she'd like with him. a thrill goes through him at her words, although it's an outcome that's already pretty much guaranteed; he can already feel her name on his tongue, buzzing just beneath the surface, ready to get out. uma, uma, uma. the word feels at home on his lips, like he born to say it. he smiles up at her, because, even though she's in charge, just to be with her means he's getting exactly what he wants, too. "is that a promise, captain?"
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@heiresea / sc.
𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 . she couldn’t possibly expect uma to forgive her , given the circumstances . but a part of her had hoped that , at the very least , uma would understand why she’d done it . neither of them had been spared in evie’s decision to leave ( 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 , 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 ) . . . both were dealt their share of grief .
𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞 , 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 , 𝐭𝐨𝐨 .
harry’s message had gotten under her skin more than the others’ ; to them , it was just that they needed to save ben . to evie ? it meant seeing uma for the first time since she’d left for auradon . the princess didn’t dare consider the contempt the sea witch’s daughter’s gaze would hold when uma saw her there ––– but the devastation she does see feels so much more condemning .
evie falters , blade lowering slightly as her gaze meet’s uma’s . she’d tried to convince herself that perhaps there was a chance uma would be happy for her for so long that she’d started to believe it ; one look alone was enough to shatter that facade . mal speaks , but evie can’t hear a word she says . evie steps forward , shoulder to shoulder with mal ( 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ) , lest she need to stand between them and trust uma doesn’t cut her down right then and there .
uma’s name rests upon evie’s lips but she doesn’t dare breathe sound into those syllables . she doubts it would be heard amidst the chaos that erupts shortly after the decoy wand is traded for ben’s freedom , anyway . the movements are fluid , albeit slightly out of practice from when uma had first taught her to hold a sword , as evie distractedly defends herself . to get between mal and uma in their feud would be idiotic at best , but evie’s body moves on instinct to try to put herself between them nonetheless , if only to say the two words she should’ve said before she’d ever left ---- i’m sorry .
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