#heiresea

[malbcrtha]

@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.

[loetise]

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!  ”

[tiderideraa]

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? ❞

[yoakkemae]

he shrugs , not offended by uma's notion even if he doesn't think of it as necessarily correct. ( there's a whole tourney team who would say differently after ben beat them all into the ground. ). still , at least his next words were true , ' no one should ever find me scarier than you , at least , if the both of us tried at the same time. ' there's fondness in his voice , a clear compliment from the softness of his expression.

uma catches the sardonic hitch of his words, one eyebrow quirking. her own pumpkin is forgotten for the moment - oddly neat despite her lack of carving experience. a hand steady from stitching wounds through flesh would have little trouble slicing through the skin of a gourd ... she tries to wipe the tangle of pumpkin innards from her hands, gaze pulling from the mess of orange smearing on a ( surprisingly nice, considering their current use ) palace napkin to glance over ben - his face, his eyes - in that same way that’s become nearly routine for her.  ❝ that's ALMOST funny - you and i both know that you can't pull off scary. even if you tried.  ❞

[hookd]

@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.

[tiderider]

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

[girlmisfit]

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!

[movedyoakkemae]

@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 ? ’

[tiderider1]

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.

[spheirrow-a]

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :    uma nereus   ( @heiresea​ ) .

                ❝    There's  a  surprise  for  you  in  the  cargo  hold.    ❞  

[janefaery]

@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?"

[loetise]

the wardrobe meme, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

@heiresea​​​​,   what allie would wear ... 🎃 to a halloween/costume party! (uma n allie's version)

[tiderideraa]

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 !!

[yoakkemae]

{ 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? 🤔

[hookd]

@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?"

[islefairest]

                                                          @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 𝚜��𝚎 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  .