#isola hiatus

[isolaradiale]

requesting a hiatus for L.L. from Path to Nowhere (03/01/2025)!! i'll be overseas for most of Jan so just to be safe!

Noted for you! *Aspidiske

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

I have some words but i can't decide on the au's so you can choose whichever you want 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 or even no au whatever comes to you mind 🩷🩷🩷

Glacier

Microphone

Final

Beginning

Overwhelming

These are some good ones! Thank you for all the prompts. Sorry it took me all day to get to them! The Glacier, Microphone, and Beginning prompts are answered in this post. Final and Overwhelming will be answered in a separate post to keep this from getting too long!

Each prompt in this post is used for a different AU: the Alpha AU, Peanut AU, and Isola AU, respectively. The Isola AU is actually one I haven't really written for yet, so thanks for giving me an opportunity to write something for it!

Glacier - Alpha AU

"Don't give me that look," Charles said, looking down at Leo, who was looking up at him like he was an idiot. "It wasn't like this when I last passed through! How was I supposed to know?"

He swept his arm in a gesture towards the towering wall of ice at the end of the valley. At the start of summer, when he'd first traveled this trail with his tribe towards the hunting grounds, the pass had been clear and easy to traverse, with the toughest part of the terrain being the delicate wildflowers that had dotted the ground. Now, in the dead of winter, there was a rather looming glacier in the way.

Charles probably should've expected this, really. It was no mystery that winter tended to bring lots of snow and ice.

He sighed, tugging a fur tighter around his shoulders. The wind was sharp today, as it had been for the past few, and it was gradually getting worse. He knew home couldn't be much farther . . . just another half a moon cycle's hike, maybe. The question was if the weather would continue to hold that long. They'd been pushing their luck already . . . the frozen lake incident was still fresh in Charles' mind. And it was probably still in Leo's mind, too. He was a clever wolf, and protective. His current expression might be part exasperation, but is might've been part worry, too. Glaciers weren't exactly known for being easy to get around. And they were both hungry and exhausted as it was.

Scanning the valley, he tried to map out a potential alternate route through the pass. One that had the lowest risk of accidentally injuring himself, ideally. "Come on, Leo," he said. "Let's try to find a trail."

He trudged through the snow, Leo trotting beside him. Hopefully that glacier didn't slow them down too much.

He wanted to be home. He wanted to see his family. He wanted to see Max.

He hoped that day was close. And that he would live to see it.

2. Microphone - Peanut AU

Peanut's first encounter with a reporter in the paddock happened when he was in Lando's arms. Lando had taken him out for a walk in between free practices one and two, and had decided to take a stroll through the paddock while he was at it. Peanut was still thrilled every time he got to say hi to someone new, so it was just as fun for him, if not more, to go around and talk to some of his friends in other areas of the paddock.

He had almost looped back around to McLaren, and had scooped Peanut into his arms to cuddle him, when a reporter flagged him down. He still had time to kill, so he decided to stop and talk. FP1 had been great, so he wasn't very likely to say something emotionally charged by accident. Plus, everyone was focused on the George and Max beef today. Worst-case scenario, they'd probably just ask about that.

He kept Peanut in his arms while he talked, not wanting him to wander off by mistake. Peanut hadn't shown a proclivity for running off so far, but in a place as busy as this, he didn't want to take any chances, especially when his pup was still practically a baby. Just look at his oversized feet and stubby little snout! The reporter was certainly charmed by him, if her smile was any indication.

As Lando answered the questions, Peanut seemed intrigued by the microphone. Whenever it was tilted closer for him to answer a question, Peanut tried to stick his nose out to sniff it. When it was pulled away, he cocked his head sideways like he was trying to puzzle out what its purpose was.

At the end of the interview, the lady wrapped up by smiling at Peanut. "Thank you for your time. And your dog is so cute!"

As if anyone could ever disagree, Lando thought. Peanut had the sweetest face ever. "Oh, thank you. Wanna say anything to the cameras, Peanut?"

The lady chuckled and indulged the joke by holding out the mic to Peanut. The puppy responded by poking it with his nose, sniffing for a few moments, then cautiously licking it. He made a face like he was expecting it to taste better.

Lando laughed, and gave Peanut a big scratch behind the ears. "You're a natural, Peanut. Good boy!"

3. Beginning - Isola AU

It was a cold, rainy night. Water streamed off the tent, running down the hill. Inside was perfectly dry.

Not that Lando was inside to know that.

He stayed at his perch, keeping watch. It wasn't very likely anyone would chance upon them at this time of night, and in this weather. But they were still so close to the edge of the kingdom . . . he didn't want to risk it.

Not when things stood the way they were.

He'd left the kingdom in a rush, in the cover of night - him and the king. King Martijn. A beloved king, one whose disappearance would be the cause of massive alarm and turmoil. Under any other circumstances, Lando would've been out of his mind to take him from the kingdom like this. He was probably being branded as a traitor by the people at this very moment.

But he couldn't have left King Martijn in the kingdom like this. Not when the magic of Isola was at work.

Not when the king was currently stuck as a big cat.

He glanced at the tent again, seeing the tail of a blue-black lion twitching drowsily. Lando still had almost no idea what had been done to his king. He'd been standing outside the throne room, and heard words that had sounded strangely like muttered magic from the messenger who had asked to see the king alone . . . and then screaming.

The next few moments had been filled with chaos, and more than a little blood.

And after that, he'd fled with the king. There had been almost no time to plan. He'd just packed what he could and convinced the king to follow him. There had been no other option.

King Martijn couldn't rule while he was trapped in the body of a wild animal. Half the guards would've tried to shoot or stab him on sight. The other half would've tried to capture him, and probably not very gently. They would've seen him as nothing more than a wild animal, one capable of eating them if it so wished. They would've had no idea that they were actually hurting their king. And if Lando had tried to explain the truth, he'd probably have gotten locked up for losing his mind, or cut down alongside the lion.

Lando could only hope that he was doing the right thing. There was nothing in the kingdom, or in any known land, that could possibly reverse Isola's magic. If that was even what it truly was. Based on what little he'd heard and seen in the throne room, that was the only theory Lando had that made even a lick of sense. Seeing as Isola was the land of the dead, there would almost certainly be no living (or fully living, at least) witches or mages he could turn to for help. So the only remaining solution was simple, at least on paper: travel to Isola and find the cure there.

For obvious reasons, though, the island of the dead wasn't very easy to get to. At least not if you cared about being able to leave alive.

Lando had no idea what to expect on this journey. He had no idea how long it would take, how easy it would be, if it would even be successful. He could just be dragging his king on a pointless trip across the known world. He could just be failing as a guard worse than he'd ever had.

Because he knew it was no secret - he wasn't exactly the pick of the litter when it came to royal guards. Many still questioned why he'd been chosen. He was capable with a sword, sure. He could ride and track and shoot. And he was known to be loyal to the crown. But there had been countless other candidates as well. More than a few had been far better candidates on paper than him. So for him to be chosen as captain of the guard? It had definitely raised some brows in court.

King Martijn hadn't changed his decision, though. He'd trusted Lando to be by his side, day and night. Lando to protect him. Lando to be his last line of defense.

Lando always wondered if there had been more than one motivation behind his decision. Because he, for one, still remembered what had been shared between them in their youth. When Lando was just a boy longing to follow in his father's footsteps, and King Martijn was still a prince who could roam the castle and kingdom as he pleased, with no responsibilities for either of them. When they were both free to be friends, and the weight of the world wasn't yet on their shoulders.

Lando wished things could be that simple again.

For now, he focused on the king. He stood, unclasping his own cloak, and walked over to the tent to drape it over the king. He didn't want his majesty to become cold in the night. He deserved every comfort Lando was capable of providing, no matter how small or simple.

Gods knew the journey ahead of them would be hard.

Lando just hoped he could keep the king safe until they made it back home.

[underteika]

Here's a starter call capped at 4 for now! But if you really want to thread beyond that feel free to dm me!

They might vary in length!

[twohundredpower]

He'd prepared himself for this day, over and over again-- a gentle reminder in the back of his head that his life here could change, despite how much he hoped it could be this way forever. Lloyd had watched both friends and family come and go to the island more times than he could count; the time spent together never forgotten, but also never enough. If he could have his most selfish wishes granted, he'd want them to stay, to never leave his side again; even though he knew they all had important things to do back at home. Promises to keep, goals to achieve, lives to live to their fullest.

Kratos was never an exception to that.

And yet, no amount of preparation would be enough to ease the ache in his heart. To still the shock that struck him so fiercely, so coldly that it left him breathless; unable to form any coherent thought as his phone hit the floor of the forge, ripping through the door and out into the Mistwood.

It couldn't be true. Even if the others had left.. Colette, Genis, Emil, Dirk, Anna.. he'd just gotten Kratos back. The years spent together in Spirale were more than he could have ever asked for, but they would never amount to the lifetime Lloyd spent without his father at his side. This was their second chance, wasn't it? Why would it be taken from them so quickly?

But as the brunette reached the cottage, tearing through the entrance without so much as a warning--

The dark interior was enough to keep him silent. Cold shadows on the wall, engulfing the space he once knew to feel so warm. A desperate call then died on the tip of his tongue, as brown eyes stared into the abyss before him.

Hesitantly, he took a step. Looking around corners, peering into his father's bedroom. But all that was left in the house were things he knew that belonged to Martel-- there was not a single trace of Kratos Aurion in this place, as if he had never been there at all.

"..."

But he had been.

But he was.

And nothing could erase that. Not his absence here, not the Stars-- nothing would ever be powerful enough to take Lloyd's memories of their time together here. So long as he stayed, so long as his life continued in this world away from his own.. Lloyd would hold onto that. Close to his heart, to the center of his very being. He would always.. always be..

Grateful. For one more chance to be with him.

Proud. That Kratos got to see him grow, to experience moments of his life that Lloyd would have always wanted him to.

Happy. No matter the strife they experienced together, no matter the trials they were forced to face.. at the end of the day, they were always there for one another. Just like family should be. Like they always had been.

.. but still..

He knew Kratos wouldn't want him to feel this way. It.. was always so painful for the man to see him like this, wasn't it? But despite that, in that moment.. as Lloyd clutched at the front of his jacket, curling into himself--

He felt heartbroken. Shattered, as he eventually allowed himself down on his knees; ducking his head close to his chest.

He couldn't cry. Kratos had always been strong for Lloyd.. so he could be strong for him too, couldn't he? But it was impossible for him to utter any hopeful words like he normally did when someone left; to assure Kratos, even if he wasn't here anymore, that they would meet again one day. That he was happy to have just had a little more time with him, to thank him for all that he'd done.. and promise to remain strong.

No.. he wouldn't cry. But for that one, small moment.. Lloyd would allow himself to be engulfed in his heartbreak; shutting his eyes as he breathed out one, quiet sigh.

"Dad.."

I won't die. I'll live on, for as long as I'm able.

In this world, or in Aselia.. I promise I'll keep living.

Until I can see you again.

Until.. I can see you again.

".. I'm sorry.. I didn't get to say goodbye."

[feistyvampire]

(“Why am I hungry again already? Maybe because of the cold weather, but it’s weird, I swear I fed recently… I have been pretty busy recently though so it probably just slipped my mind.”)

He came out to do some shopping but that familiar hunger is a little distracting, mumbling lowly to himself while he thinks he’s alone in an aisle. He might have to go out later tonight to do something about it, before hungry turns to aggressive and leads to him hurting someone. He can’t let himself get out of control like that, he just knows it’ll make him feel awful.

[snowdaisied]

"Things seem as lively as ever. I should try to find something to do, myself... I've kept to myself for long enough recently."

[thegreatfraud]

"The mountain is nice this time of the years. I disappear for a month and come back once the heat dies down. "No" or "I'm not actually Aury" would be fine. F****k! A "mental health" day. Yeah you need a mental health day.No one would know..."

Oh Huey not afraid of Aury

He more afraid of Darkhol. Cause he know what to expect from Aury pompusness. Aury would want him humiliated and disgrace.

Darkhol might just tear him apart with his two hands. He is the one who got graffiti. He is not looking forward to Darkhol getting his hands on him.

"Did....did Aury said yes knowing it was Darkhol? WELL NO MATTER. BYE BYEEEE!"

One last look in his flat as Huey shut the lights.

[lalaluuz]

She's looking smug about the hat she's wearing, it seems.

"Yeah, that's right. I've got a fantastic new baseball cap. Jealous?"

[flamesire]

"I should be fine this time, I promise." Mercedes's worries aren't entirely unfounded, seeing as the last time they were together at a large social gathering he accidentally overexerted himself. Be that as it may, he had taken extra precautions this time, so that wouldn't be happening. But when she looks at him, eyes filled with so much care, he can't help but feel...something.

Enough that he moves his hand so that it's placed over hers. "It's all right, Mercedes. I did not request to be your escort for the night just to have you worry about me for its duration."

@ofmartritz

[space-mist]

hey i saw you talking about the group ‘isola radiale’ in the tags and i was thinking about joining it because i recently made a blog for a dead fandom that i am having trouble getting off the ground. is there any specific reasoning behind not joining a/that rp group? ( i have only ever been indie ) also, sorry for the random ask and for anonymous, i am shy;;

wow, i posted that a while ago! hello, anon!

i was in their precursor group, citta, and then in isola radiale itself for a time, and i did not enjoy it as much as i could've. namely because the folks at isola treat the rp like a full-time job.

all your benefits are locked behind activity after a certain point, with the highest rank taking a year of being there or MORE to access w its requirements. the activity checks were also pretty tough, but i had unmedicated adhd and was in college at the time of my attendance so i may be biased. you could go on hiatus for a week and iirc extend that for another only if you appealed for it, but generally them giving you the boot for having a life outside of goofy tumblr rp is. hm.

another issue i had which is of no fault of the admins was how cliquey it was, and how it fell into some trappings of tumblr rp stereotypes. you'd get people who would refuse to rp with you unless you were playing someone from their setting, or if you used certain fonts, posted icons in your replies, etc. it was pretentious and rude! you tended to have an even worse time if you were playing a purely original character, it was harder for me to get interactions with people (required for ranking up....) versus when i was playing a canon, yet minor character. i have no clue who you're playing anon, but you may be struggling because your character isn't recognized by many and you're new. starting out is the hardest...

overall, 6.2/10 experience, i had fun there but i probably would not go back. it gave me a hatred for strict activity enforcement. rp is a hobby, not something i should clock in for or risk losing my job!

[fatedstrands]

OOC//

Might be a little slow on this account, I'm on discord more, moots can ask for it I'm just going to take a semi-hiatus on here after the whole isola bs If you already have it, dm me whenever you like I don't mind!

[isolaradiale]

Actually, can I upgrade Monkey King/Sun Wukong's semi-hiatus to a full one just in case? Today is 11/17, thank youuu

Your semi has been changed to a full hiatus!

-- Mod Caelum

[workaho1ic]

uhh so event? seiichirou has no powers or anything else to begin with AND he’s not exactly in peak condition either even if he’s not constantly working himself into ditch.  if i owe you starter we can make that an event starter if you wish that (i believe thats @withgodseyes and @streetb1rd - no pressure though i can still do just an ordinary starter if you prefer that)

ill have to make this a plotter though cap of 3 + ppl i owe stuff/ppl seiichirou knows  are uncapped.. i have wisdom tooth surgery tomorrow so ill try to get you today but if not ill get to it once thats all done  some options

doesnt have to be seiichiroucentric! seiichirou can just get involved with your muses stuff! 

you can just hang out with seiichirou in safe spot or run from things!

residual imprints: uh watch seiichirou getting beaten up? basically just due to some inner politics and complications of the second knight order Seiichirou got in trouble

sentient imprints: aresh appears! aresh is uhhhhh complicated person for seiichirou but this imprint can either fervently attack YOUR muse directly to completely blindly protect seiichirou regardless of what you do OR he can attack seiichirou. take your pick. he can heal, use sword. Expect him to be supernaturally strong.

seiichirou can die - i just once though due to how things are! i’d like to throw him to purgatory even.... they can also bOTH die lol

your muse can die if you wish for that! we can leave results to random/org  if indecisive.

anything thats not written here

I might slow get back to you - my timezone is EEST (Eastern European Summertime) and i try to message when i can focus. Twitter is out there too. i expect ill be doing the starter unless you want to.

that said i might message you today too depending when i see the like

[kouzeons]

taglist!

[feistyvampire]

He’s standing by himself around the area of Savior’s Respite, just taking a quiet moment of solitude for once instead of immersing himself into the night life of the city.

[thegreatfraud]

Huey don't wanna do this.

Hell he prefer not to go for the armor piercing question but...

"Your father not the head of the fatui are they? Not the boss of all boss? You and the Fatui of the so call Liyue is like two different branch right? If the higher up order the annihilation of your father and your sister completely do you agree then? The very same father who given you everything as you said? Said group isn't even here in Isola. WE are building something. The fatui don't even have mooks or a banner in this city. You think it's executives truly give a shit or share your father visions? You bosses are not here. Nor is your executives. You fear of the future have made you stagnate of a boogeyman that not here.."

Are you loyal to the Fatui or are you loyal to those who are with you? Huey knows Lyney emotion running high so he instead m0ving the bodies by himself.

Huey sigh.....maybe he is to hard on Lyney. Huey soften just a little.

"I'm not gonna say forget about it or change your mind this instant. I'm not telling you to betray your group. It's almost funny how committed you are waiting for order that might never come. You know i don't know what it's like to spit in the face of someone who raised me and given me everything? My eight year hiatus STARTED with me punching my brother out and cursing his name out. Telling him i never wanted to see him again and he RAISED me when our parents just abandoned us. He accepted me back with open arms when i ask for it. Even though he have EVERY right to abandon me. That love Lyney. Because we are all humans and sometimes we leave, fuck up and sometime we find something else but BEING there for those you love is something. Did Papa offer you a attorney when you were accuse of murder? "

Lol how could Huey not know what it's like to leave something you know all your life? How could he not appreciate his brother even more when despite all the shit Huey said that night. William welcomed him back with open arms?

And the bodies finish loading in the storage as Huey thank god he spend extra on the good quality bags that no air can get though as the staff most the time respect Huey privacy. Lyney face still conflicted as Huey gentle take off his hat and ruffle his hair.

"Look live in the moment. Till papa and the rest of the Fatui comes enjoy and just go nuts. Break some old rules, make a fool of yourself, start some fights. Truly live and experience the now. There are none of the old rules. Nobody gonna tell on you to your boss right now if you go past you curfew. if you truly enjoyed the time we spend together and still go back to the fatui and keep doing the same things i can't stop you. But all this can be a good perspective. I sure as hell appreciate my brother more after my hiatus and eight years of soul searching. Understanding who i am. Don't do it today or the next few week. But at least give me a answer before i do leave. Who is the Lyney of Radiale? A lyney in a city with no fatui? If you give me shit like nothing change and your still the Lyney of fontanite before i leave then i'm shoving my wooden sword all the way down your throat."

Huh....it's getting late already. Huey began close down of the shop all by himself as Huey make sure everything triple locked.

"So....wanna get some bobba and sing karoke till the sun rise? Yes yes it's my treat. Come on. All this yapping from me make me thirsty."

Huey at the entrance offering out a hand to Lyney who still thinking as he do this classic conman wink and a smile.

Lyney still a kid to Huey. Yes he 19 and by american standard he free to move out by himself. But you know any college kid who truly got there shit together? Took Huey eight years of failing, succeeding, heart breaks and so much bull shit to reach where he at. Life to short to waste all of it in this city waiting and being afraid.

If after finding what he wants Lyney still wanna be the only fatui in a city with no fatui then that fine. It's free will. They might not be able to be saved. Doomed to die a villain death sooner or later by the allies of justice or their victims.

But Huey want Lyney to at least be free of the Fatui shackles. Enjoy life for everything it have.

Who was he without the Fatui? The question almost makes him angry.

"I am nothing without the Fatui. I wouldn't be alive without them. My sister would have been taken far away and defiled if it weren't for Father. I would have lost my only family. We would still be on the streets begging for money if it wasn't for the Fatui. For Father." His voice is hard, and he's trying to keep from saying too much. "I have no right to think of my own wants or wishes, because I AM a member of the Fatui. I owe my family my loyalty and my life."

He forces himself to breathe, reminding himself that Huey is only trying to look out for him. "You don't understand, and I don't expect you to. You weren't saved like my sister and I were. You and your brother had to do everything on your own. And I'm sorry. But I cannot think of myself as anything other than a Fatui. I know it makes me a bad person. And I want to be known for me first, but I'm not ashamed to be part of the Fatui. They're my family. What sort of person would I be if I took everything Father and the Fatui did for me and spat in their faces as thanks?"

He can't talk about anything else, or do anything else, until Huey understands this. It scares him, that this might end their friendship. That it might even make them enemies. But his family came first. He shakes as he speaks, feeling sick at the confrontation, but it has to be done.

"I am nothing and no one without the Fatui. Truly. If I were to die, I wouldn't be remembered. Only my sisters and brothers would mourn me. I am a martyr, a servant, and a spy for my Father."