🤩📖 Discover the incredible story of Idora, a woman who faced unimaginable tragedy and emerged stronger than ever. After losing her twin children in a senseless act of cruelty, she found herself alone and forgotten. But with determination and the fighting skills she learned from her father, she defied her fears and doubts. Join Idora on her journey of survival, resilience, and ultimately, triumph over her enemies. 🚀
was tagged by @kirkwallgremlin to make some OCs using this picrew 💜💜 i’ll tag @wardenskeeper, @minoan-ophidian, @catgirlpygmymarmoset, and @heniareth if y’all want to do it!! 😊✨
top row is Eileen Cousland and Borri Tabris, bottom row is the blorbos from my brain, Idora and Herain
(i don’t normally get very attached to my dragon age pcs but borri is the One that’s stuck in my brain with cement 💖)
((I'm mainly considering doing an ascended run in Blasp/hemous just so I can fight my fave (and scream the whole time) and do the Ama/necida fights lol))
Alexa becomes more certain that although Idora knows the Songbird, she knows Liana.
She knows Liana’s voice not for the song it sings, but for the sigh on which it carries her name. She knows her smile not by its shape, but by the softness of the lips that form it. She knows her in darkness by the divots of her palms and the heat of her body, in silence by the sway of her shadow and the tremor of the earth beneath her heel. At the end of all things, she could piece her back together molecule by molecule. Had Alexa been a potter, she could fashion Liana’s figure from clay a thousand times over and capture every detail, every time.
or, a barbie: diamond castle rewrite with heavy hadestown influences
status: 1/? chapter posted updated january 29th; 2.3k words
content warnings: angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/ comfort
It’s hard to believe that the last time I performed in #NewOrleans was almost 10 years ago! The show has come a long way since those standing room only shows. You won’t want to miss the most lavish revue I’ve ever produced, this Friday night at The Orpheum Theatre, a historic theatre built in 1921 for #vaudeville 🎭Tickets at the Orpheum box office @orpheumnola or @ticketmaster 📷 Kaylin Idora (at New Orleans, Louisiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn19Cbnuzle/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
“Ikasti,” Saganu started, but this time it was his sister who interrupted him, coming to her feet and studying her son intently.
Tilanu tapped a finger against her cheek. “You can do this?” she asked her son bluntly, and Iksati nodded. “And you?” she added, glancing at Idora appraisingly. The young woman nodded firmly, glancing sidelong at Ikasti and intercepting his return look.
Saganu studied his nephew, troubled. “If you are certain…”
Oddly, it wasn’t Ikasti who reassured his uncle. “Saganu,” Kali called gently, and he tilted his head back to look at her. “You know how Ikasti is with Shani. It has been clear ever since I first got pregnant that he was meant to be a father - but no matter how amazingly capable Zivan is, that is one gift he will never be able to provide. This is an excellent solution for all involved - a pair of children, each bearing Miurani and Inrokini blood, loved and desired by all four of their parents - by their families.”