#the ivory isle asks

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

HELLO I AM HERE WITH DOODLES OF THE GUY EVER

Brain has latched onto the funky OCs 👍

HOLY SHIT

I woke up to this a few hours ago but forgot to answer it lmao, BUT EXCELLENT ART OH MY GOSH

@thegoldenduckie LOOK! FANART OF OUR BOY!!

[weirwoodsea]

Theon & Sansa + Book Quotes SOUPVERSARY 2025 | Prompt: Parallels

Dreams of glory/ ruling

That night Sansa dreamt of Joffrey on the throne, with herself seated beside him in a gown of woven gold. She had a crown on her head, and everyone she had ever known came before her, to bend the knee and say their courtesies. (AGOT) It is my comet, Theon told himself, sliding a hand into his fur-lined cloak to touch the oilskin pouch snug in its pocket. Inside was the letter Robb Stark had given him, paper as good as a crown. (ACOK)

Compared to birds

��You have forgotten more than you know. And you are a great fool if you believe your lord father will ever hand these holy islands over to a Stark. Now be silent. The ride is long enough without your magpie chatterings.” (ACOK) “You’re like one of those birds from the Summer Isles, aren’t you? A pretty little talking bird, repeating all the pretty little words they taught you to recite.” (AGOT)

Ned's sword

Lord Stark had not treated him cruelly, but the long steel shadow of his greatsword had always been between them. He was kind to me, but never warm. he knew that one day he might need to put me to death. (ADWD) He left the room with his eyes burning and his daughter's wails echoing in his ears, and found the direwolf pup where they chained her. Ned sat beside her for a while. "Lady," he said, tasting the name. He had never paid much attention to the names the children had picked, but looking at her now, he knew that Sansa had chosen well. She was the smallest of the litter, the prettiest, the most gentle and trusting. She looked at him with bright golden eyes, and he ruffled her thick grey fur. Shortly, Jory brought him Ice. (AGOT)

Attention to clothes

He chose boots of supple black leather, soft lambswool breeches of silvery-grey, a black velvet doublet with the golden kraken of the Greyjoys embroidered on the breast. Around his throat he fastened a slender gold chain. (ACOK) She had taken special care to make herself beautiful. Her gown was the ivory silk that the queen had given her... She had fretted over her jewelry for hours an finally decided upon the elegant simplicity of a plain silver chain. (AGOT)

"Worm Lips"

His lips were as soft and red as the worms you found after a rain, and his eyes were vain and cruel. (AGOT) His lips look like two worms fucking. (ACOK)

Forced identities

Reek, Reek, my name is Reek. He had not been born with that name. In another life he had been someone else, but here and now, his name was Reek. He remembered. (ADWD) It will mean my head if I am found, she reminded herself as she descended a flight of icy stone steps. I must be Alayne all the time, inside and out. (AFFC)

Inner Strength

He can make me look at the heads, she told herself, but he can’t make me see them. (AGOT) I must not let him drive me mad. He can take my fingers and my toes, he can put out my eyes and slive my ears off, but he cannot take my wits unless I let him. (ADWD)

"Life is not a song"

In songs, the hero always saved the maiden from the monster’s castle, but life was not a song, no more than Jeyne was Arya Stark. (ADWD) ... She remembered what Lord Petyr had said to her, here in this very hall. "Life is not a song, sweetling," he'd told her. "You may learn that one day to your sorrow." In life, the monsters win, she told herself, and now it was the Hound's voice she heard, a cold rasp, metal on stone. (AGOT)

Frustration with Jeyne crying

Jeyne Poole had been confined with her, but Jeyne was useless. Her face was puffy from all her crying, and she could not seem to stop sobbing about her father. "I'm certain your father is well," Sansa told her when she had finally gotten the dress buttoned right. "I'll ask the queen to let you see him." She thought that kindness might lift Jeyne's spirits, but the other girl just looked at her with red, swollen eyes and began to cry all the harder. She was such a child. (AGOT) "It is," his sister had said, so softly that he was afraid that she might cry. Theon hated that. He hated women weeping. Jeyne Poole had wept all the way from Winterfell to here, wept until her face was purple as a beetroot and the tears had frozen on her cheeks, and all because he told her that she must be Arya, or else the wolves might send them back. (TWOW)

Kissed by snow

When he raised his head, the snowflakes brushed his cheeks like cold soft kisses. He could hear the sound of music from the hall behind him. A soft song now, and sad. For a moment he felt almost at peace. (ADWD) Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams. (ASOS)

Dancing

What would she do when the music began to play? It was a vexing question, to which her heart and head gave different answers. Sansa loved to dance, but Alayne… (AFFC) The Prince of Winterfell had been a graceful dancer, but Reek with his missing toes would be grotesque. (ADWD)

Considering killing their abusers

All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all. (AGOT) Theon drew the dagger. All I need do is turn and stab him. The knife is in my hand. He knew the game by then. Another trap, he told himself, remembering Kyra with her keys. He wants me to try to kill him. And when I fail, he’ll flay the skin from the hand I used to hold the blade. (ADWD)

Reflecting on Heroes

There are no heroes here, only whores. (ADWD) ... a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes. (AGOT)

Hoping that Stannis will bring them salvation

He’d owned a sword named Lion’s Tooth once, Sansa remembered.  Arya had taken it from him and thrown it in a river. I hope Stannis does the same with this one. (ACOK) Theon never believed a word of it. He would dance this dance for them because he had no choice, but afterward… He will give me back to Ramsay then, he thought, and Ramsay will take a few more fingers and turn me into Reek once more. Unless the gods were good, and Stannis Baratheon descended on Winterfell and put all of them to the sword, himself included. That was the best he could hope for. (ADWD)

Kindness in dire circumstances

Even so, he knelt beside her, pulled down the furs, touched her cheek. “You know me. I’m Theon, you remember. I know you too. I know your name.” “My name?” She shook her head. “My name … it’s …” He put a finger to her lips. “We can talk about that later. You need to be quiet now. Come with us. With me. We will take you away from here. Away from him.” Her eyes widened. “Please,” she whispered. “Oh, please.” Theon slipped his hand through hers. The stumps of his lost fingers tingled as he drew the girl to her feet. (ADWD) Alayne took Robert's gloved hand in her own to stop his shaking. "Sweetrobin," she said, "I'm scared. Hold my hand, and help me get across. I know you're not afraid." He looked at her, his pupils small dark pinpricks in eyes as big and white as eggs. "I'm not?" "Not you. You're my winged knight, Ser Sweetrobin." "The Winged Knight could fly," Robert whispered. "Higher than the mountains." She gave his hand a squeeze. (AFFC)

Rescuing Sweetrobin and Jeyne

Alayne knew that she dare not wait for Mya to return. She helped the boy dismount, and hand in hand they walked out onto the bare stone saddle, their cloaks snapping and flapping behind them. All around was empty air and sky, the ground falling away sharply to either side. There was ice underfoot, and broken stones just waiting to turn an ankle, and the wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains. And then they were on the other side, and Mya Stone was laughing and lifting Robert for a hug. (AFFC) The crossbow snapped. A bolt passed within a foot of him, shattering the crust of frozen snow that had plugged the closest crenel. Of Abel, Rowan, Squirrel, and the others there was no sign. He and the girl were alone. If they take us alive, they will deliver us to Ramsay. Theon grabbed Jeyne about the waist and jumped. (ADWD)

Flying motif

"We flew. Let Abel make a song of that, we flew."  (TWOW) The northern girl. Winterfell's daughter. We heard she killed the king with a spell, and afterward changed into a wolf with big leather wings like a bat, and flew out a tower window. (ASOS)

[littlebvtterfly]

NEW DESCENDANTS OC

Far up in the northern part of the Isle of the Lost, lives the Snow Queen, still sulking away about her imprisonment all these years later. Bound by the frost surrounding her shack, she likes to send her daughter Ivory, who can walk amongst warm weather, to run errands for her. But Ivory cannot stand her mother. Legend has it, Queen Irma enjoyed freezing her daughter into a statue of ice when she acted out. Ivy wants a new life. She is desperate for a new life, new opportunities. But life on the Isle has hardened her heart and she knows that chances for a new life are slim. Her hope is fading, her heart nearly cold.

That is when the King's son, Ben, decides to allow a select few of the villain's kids to attend the prestigious boarding school for all the heroes of the land. What was originally only supposed to be a group of four, turned into a group of five when Irma asked, nay demanded, her daughter be sent to Auradon. Ivy is as peeved off as she is excited about going to a land of tulle and fake smiles. She had never been there but she already knew the rundown of things. But Ivy is not there to attend balls or school, she isn't even there to get the wand. Ivy has other plans. She wants to find her father.

Tagging people I believe may be interested: @daughter-of-melpomene @dancingsunflowers-ocs @come-along-pond @ginevrastilinski-ocs

[drghostwrite]

When the music fades…

pairing: Maura Isles x preg!wife!reader

summary: Maura finds reader comfortably at home and has a moment before the unborn baby decides to interrupt.

******************************************************** You stepped into the extra room and sat at the padded bench in front of the beautiful piano, you stretched a well manicured hand forward and brushed the ivory keys, pressing a few and letting the beautiful notes resound.

When you and Maura first got together she learned you could play at your wedding they had a grand piano and you played your first song, she then later bought that piano and it now sits in a beautiful room in your shared house.

You closed your eyes and slowly started to play feeling your baby happily kick, the only other sound in the world that made your baby move so gently and happily was your wife’s voice, you’d spend nights listening as Maura talked to your belly, running skilled fingers along the taut skin a lovestruck smile painting your face, there was nothing in this world that you were more excited for than watching Maura, both of you becomes moms.

You continue to play beautiful music filling the room, you were so focused and unfocused at the same time letting the music take over that you didn’t notice Maura coming home. She called you babe but no answer, that’s when she heard the piano, she slowly approached the room seeing the door cracked. She peeked in and saw you, her gorgeous heavily pregnant wife, the soft sunlight coming through the windows and you eyes closed in front of the grand piano swaying with the sounds of beautiful music.

She smiled to herself before slowly slipping in and walking over to lean on the piano, little did she know you had heard the door creak slowly and light footsteps approached. You finished your song and opened your eyes being met with breathtaking amber orbs beaming down at you.

“I see you’ve been busy today.” Maura smiled at you as she slid up onto the piano.

“I’m always busy, growing a whole human 24/7 remember.” You said with a chuckle pointing at your large bump, getting up from your seat you stepped over in between her legs, you placed your hands on her thighs as she placed a kiss on your lips reaching a hand down to run along your bump.

“Aww but I like you pregnant, your so beautiful and strong, you just amaze me.” She says against your lips placing small pecks in between her compliments.

“mmmm I’m sure you do.” You said laying your head on her chest and listening to her heartbeat as she wrapped you in gentle arms. “How’d everything go for you today?” You asked her.

“Another day in the office, Jane…” usually you would listen intently and let her get things off her chest but this time something peaked your attention and your wife’s voice became background noise, you felt a slight cramping sensation in your lower back wrapping to the front very dull but enough to make itself known.

“…it was interesting but…Y/N?” You’d been made she knew something was up, you slowly pulled back meeting her eyes.

“I’m sure it’s nothing probably just sore from sitting all day, my muscles are getting tired.”

“are you sure?” She said sliding back down so her feet met the floor, she ran a hand up and down your arms as you gave her a reassuring look in response to her concern.

“baby if your not sure we can call the midwife…” she trailed off. That’s when you felt it the liquid running down your legs, making a puddle on the floor.

“Haha nope you’re going to need to call her anyway.” You said looking at the floor feeling as Maura tensed against you.

“okay well um…”

“it’s okay my water broke but we have a plan.”

“mmhmm.” She responded comforting you as you started to worry, “look I’m gonna go call her and let her know what happened meanwhile we’ll run a warm bath to try and get through this.” She shook her head making eye contact with you. You shook your head back.

———time jump———

A couple hours later and you were seated in the large tub in the master bathroom, the warm water giving minor relief as contractions started to take over. You could hear Maura in the other room moving things around and prepping for the midwife, you tried to move but another contraction took over and you let out a loud moan. Maura came into the room gently and saw you in just your sports bra, turned both arms gripped onto the side of the tub your forehead pressed against them as you labored through another contraction. She knelt down in front of you placing a kiss to your head and reaching into the water to run soothing circles on your back the best she could.

“You’re okay, just breathe, you got this…” she said to comfort you.

“Mmm…Maura,” you said lifting your head a little.

“Yes love?”

“ughhh,” you let out another moan the contractions getting closer, Maura lifted your chin and slowly pulled you closer, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, your bottom half still in the warm water, “how soon until the midwife is here?”

“hopefully soon she didn’t say exactly.”

“Oh God, Maura I can feel it….” Tears started to roll down your cheeks, as you buried you face into her neck.

“What can you feel, the head, the baby?” She tried staying calm but that worried her a little.

“The baby, I can feel the pressure building,” you tried whispering through another contraction, “God this hurts.”

“I know love, I know.” She continued rubbing circles into your back. A couple minutes and a few more contractions later and you know you were getting closer.

“Maura?” You said still wrapped around her.

“what it is?”

“this baby is coming and I don’t want to be in this tub, please help me out of this tub.”

“okay, just hold onto me…. Ready?”

You slowly shook your head yes and felt her arms grip around you she started to help you stand and once you were on your feet she guided you out of the tub. You immediately felt another contraction coming, pulling away you leaned onto the vanity counter, Maura came up behind you, and this time she had the access to actually put the pressure on your back and hips, it seeped and gave relief to the sore tensed muscles. She coached you through the next couple until you were ready to move, the closeness of the contractions and the midwife not there yet was worrying her.

———time jump———

15 minutes later you found yourself resting on the bed propped with pillows under you back and a sheet covering your legs, Maura would’ve been fine to leave you uncovered but it felt awkward for you and she’ll do anything to make you feel more comfortable. Angela and Jane had both come by the house to check in but you were laboring hard and so neither came in to bother you and they left, Frankie and Nina had called to wish you the best but ended up quickly talking to Maura before you yelled that you thought the baby was dropping. Not 10 minutes later the midwife comes sprinting up the stairs, apologizing for being late seeing as she got stuck trying to drive here through the city. You couldn’t care less though you were ready to have this baby. You were squatted Maura in front of you as the midwife moved around you two, she had brought a birthing pool but decided there was no time, you heard her run into the bathroom and draw another bath after the one Maura had just drained.

she moved in behind you as you were positioned against Maura on the bed knees spread and you wrapped your arms around her neck, she whispered encouraging words into your ears and massaged her hands against any tense muscles that you allowed.

“Y/N I’m going to need to check you and see how dialated you are, you ready?” You nodded into your wife’s neck and the midwife placed one hand on the small of your back the other reaching around to check dilation. You moaned out as you felt the competing pressure against the already straining muscles.

“Okay so we’re looking at 8 which means baby will be here in no time… I did redraw the tub just in case…”

“I don’t know…” you whined in discomfort.

“baby it’s up to you.” Maura spoke up, running a hand through your hair.

“but… but..uuuhhh.” Another contraction taking over.

“okay, okay breathe baby, just breathe for a minute.”

“Y/N this is all you,” said the midwife as she ran a soothing hand up and down your back “whatever will make you most comfortable, so if this position on the bed works then we can start here.”

“Mmm…”

“Y/N the warm water might help your soreness a little and can help prevent tearing.” Maura started.

“ugghhh, Maura….”

“I know love, I know.” A couple more minutes and two contractions went by and you’d had enough.

“I wanna try the tub.” Both other women share a look before moving quickly, less than five minutes and you were in the tub letting the warm water soothe sore muscles. Maura held you hand and you laid against the back of the tub as the midwife checked you again, 9 cm you were getting closer.

“Maura?”

“yes baby? I’m right here.”

“I need you in here.” You said motioning towards your bump that peeked out of the water, she got the gist and quickly tried climbing in behind you, “no, no, in front of me.”

the midwife and Maura exchanged looks and she reassured your wife that she would take over at go time. You sat you and squatted on your knees in front of your wife, laboring through your contractions. After one particularly strong one you all knew it was time to start pushing so you did at the midwife’s instruction.

“hey Y/N I’m gonna need you to sit back for me so I can see how far along we are.”

“I…I can’t it hurts, I need to push.” You said propping yourself on your elbows against the back of the tub

“I know sweetheart I know but as soon as I’m done checking you can have Maura right back to help you.”

“I want her to do it…” they both shared a confused look between themselves as your head fell back trying not to push through another contraction.

“What?” They both spoke at once.

“I want her to catch… you can do everything else but I want my wife to catch.” The midwife looked at Maura on her knees in front of you who looked terrified for once in her life and chuckled, “if that’s what you want mama I’ll make it happen.”

“Good to uhh…knowww uhhuuhuuu…” you were fighting another wave and this time you pushed, you felt the midwife move her hand from you leg as she checked again, this time you yelled out before she could speak.

“God it burns, oh god it burns.”

“That would be the baby’s head crowning, just give me some small pants in the next contraction.”

“But it feels better if I push…”

“I get that but if you push you risk tearing.”

“just breathe baby, breathe for me.” Maura started panting and you mimicked her breathing. Before you knew it you were through and back to regularly scheduled pushes to meet your baby. A couple pushed later and the midwife was holding your baby’s head and handing it over to Maura.

“just support the head and neck and she pushes the shoulders out.” Maura nodded, focused on the task at hand.

“UgHhhuuuu….” You screamed as one final push gave way to your baby, your wife scooped it up and placed it against your chest allowing skin to meet skin, shrill cries filled the room as the midwife rubbed the baby with a towel and then placed it over the both of you.

“Congratulations mamas you have a beautiful baby girl.”

“We have a baby girl!” Said Maura excitedly.

“wait it’s a girl?” You asked

“Uh yea I looked when Maura picked her up.” The midwife chuckled at your reactions.

“So does that mean?…” maura asked with her gorgeous amber eyes.

“Welcome to the world baby girl…” you said smiling down at her. ———time jump———

the midwife helped you out of the tub and back onto the bed as Maura called everyone to tell them the news, Jane was ecstatic and said she would be the first to visit in a couple days when you were ready. Maura came back upstairs to see you propped up on the bed holding a little pink bundle. She climbed in next to you as the midwife left to give you a moment. You smiled at your wife as she placed a kiss to your lips.

“Alexandra Jane Isles meet you other mommy.” You said putting her in Maura’s arms and watching as she stared in awe.

“Y/N Isles love you so much and I’m in awe of you.”

“Mmhmm just remember that the next time, cause you’ll be carrying.” You both laughed knowing that in reality you wouldn’t mind carrying again, as long as it meant you got one more person to share this love with.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

Apology (+ 2-21)

I deeply and sincerely apologize. I was very wrong about the situation and I should not have jumped to the worst conclusion. I have been extremely stressed these last few months, but I shouldn't have let myself assume things without proof. I don't want to hurt anyone here, ever, for any reason. I love you all so much.

(I will however note that this only applies to issues I was having on Tumblr - the events of the Discord server have not changed so please kindly try not to bring the server up to me unless you want more details or something...)

Still posting the next episode beneath this, but that was the most important part of this post.

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

LOGICO: There is a dark secret on this island! VIOLET: …Glad you… figured that out on your own. LOGICO: And if we are to uncover it, we must ask ourselves… who killed Lord Violet? VIOLET: [in hysterics] IT WASN’T ME! I’D NEVER KILL MY OWN FATHER! LOGICO: Oh my god. I didn’t even suspect it was you. Until maybe now. ANYWAY, it happened in the Drakonian Civil War, after he had joined the Royal Resistance to fight the Reds. And there were many possible perpetrators. Such as…

It transitions into a gorgeous flashback for obvious purposes. 

LOGICO: Governor Lead, a horrible beast who could kill anyone just with a glare!

Lead roars and scrapes at the ground.

LOGICO: The even worse Major Red, a horrific tyrant who would kill anyone and everyone to benefit his own status.

Red leaps from above and lets out a piercing screech.

LOGICO: And the worst one of all… the Iron Tsar!

Giant army boots slam on the ground, slowly panning up to the Tsar’s gorgeous, miserable, cross-eyed pigeon face.

TSAR: [literal pigeon sound]

He sits upon his golden throne; the most menacing chonker. The massive Lead wanders in.

LEAD: I… TSAR: …betrayed me!!!

He pecks a lever which causes a trapdoor to immediately swallow Lead! Wonder where that sucker will end up. Major Red steps in.

RED: YOU!

He lunges with his talons, but is fended off with Tsar’s spear. 

TSAR: quiet. i can only assume you have some kind of explanation for the carcass on the floor. did someone ask you to kill the lord?

Red reveals his bazooka.

RED: It is still active. And the thing was speared with fangs. I can only guess Lead was the perpetrator. TSAR: it doesn’t matter where lead went. i never want to see either of you again.

Red ignores the droning, and is completely fascinated in the dead deer.

RED: It wouldn’t even be a crime to consume him. Wait… I live for crime. TSAR: don’t touch the body. RED: You will never command me. TSAR: i said don’t touch the fucking body

He gets up and holds his spear in Red’s beak. But his bloody talons are much stronger than Tsar’s weak wings, and he throws it back. He spits out a bit of blood, then shoves his beak clean into Lord Violet. When the Tsar fights back, Red holds him by the throat. Ripping into the deer, he pries out ivory false fangs, the tool the Tsar used to stab the creature to death. 

Irratino is having a dream about this very same scene. Not only that, he’s dreaming of Logico telling the others about this scene! He wishes he could reach out and hold him.

Logico is done explaining the scene.

LOGICO: And yet, solving this mystery only leads to another! Why would the Iron Tsar kill him if he joined his side of the war?  SUSPECTS: Because it’s the dark secret of the violet isles. LOGICO: Exactly! Th-

A cannon fires outside - what the hell?? Lady Violet rushes to the window.

The end!

So many epic designs that I can't make until their physical debuts </3

dancegico

um... i hope you accept my apology, and I don't wish to cause any more drama <3

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[illarian-rambling]

Back at it again!

Character Intro: Nyda Burningrock, the Astronomer

“Nyda?” I began. An idea had caught in my mind — a possible solution for two boxes I needed to check. “Could I ask a favor of you?” She raised a studded eyebrow. “Yeah, what?” “We may know very little, but I am at least mostly certain Anarac’s ‘End’ has something to do with the stars. You are one of history’s finest astronomers — if anyone could glean more information from observations, it’s you. Could you… I don’t know, see if you can find anything out there?” Immediately, Nyda’s face dropped into a scowl. The sight alone brought a spark of annoyance to my heart. Why was she always like this? Why did she hate this pursuit both she and I had dedicated our lives to? “What, you think I’m gonna look out at the sky and find some fucking star monster?” Nyda mocked.  “I don’t know what you’re going to find, and neither do you until you look,” I snapped. “You were put on this ship to act as its astronomer — why do you despise doing that?” “Wh— I don’t—” Nyda’s face flushed and her scowl went all the more pointed. “Because who the fuck cares about some stupid stars anyways? About any of this? Genuinely Kaulakri, tell me what the hell it matters to someone back on Illaros that there’s moss growing on another planet? Who cares?” “I care!” Sick heat welled up in my chest as I shouted. Spirits of the silt, how many times had I heard someone say some shit like that before….  “And where did it get you?” Nyda scoffed. “Dead on an unnamed island? Can you honestly tell me your maps ever made a difference for anyone?” I looked away, feeling color rise in my cheeks. Somewhere out there, my body was rotting next to twenty others, all stricken by the same flash fever. Probably, an unfinished map of the Janazi Isles and its flora and fauna was still clutched in her hand, if the seawater hadn’t rotten it away too yet.  “They made a difference to me…,” I murmured. “They would’ve helped someone—” “But they didn’t,” Nyda cut me off harshly. “And I fucking doubt they would’ve. People don’t care about what snails live on a certain rock in bumfuck nowhere. They don’t care about how the stars move incrementally slower in the summer. They care about how well you can swing a sword, or make money, or feed your family. This mission is a fucking farce, you understand that, right? Just some entertainment for a bunch of ivory-tower fools. It doesn’t matter.” For a moment, I was struck silent, stammering. I was so damnably incandescent that I couldn’t think of a rebuttal. Even as I let the moment slip, I couldn’t. Here I was, defending my very purpose in this world, and I couldn’t think of a single fucking reason to justify it. Instead, bearing my teeth in a jagged snarl, I turned my anger on Nyda.  “Just because history remembers you as a failure doesn’t mean you have a right to take that out on me,” I hissed. “You were a failure to your family, too afraid to fight. You’re a failure to science who allowed countless sailors to die lost on the waves because you were too lazy to publish your fucking methods! Just because you hate yourself doesn’t mean I have to hate myself too!”

I'd say "Oooo the girls are fighting!" but ngl they're always fighting. Anyways, what Kaulakri said isn't wrong. Nyda is remembered as a failure of an astronomer who caused many a headache for the researchers in the time since she died 400 years ago. And she remembers herself as a failure to her family. But let's get into it!

So yes, Nyda lived 400 years ago from present day Illaros, in the elven country of Nabafyr. It's important to know that Nabafyr has always been a warlike nation. They feud with each other constantly, duels are a massive part of the culture, they start wars frequently, and mercenaries are their most prized export. 400 years ago, this was even more true than in the present. In Nabafyr, the very concept of glory is treated like a god, and if you don't bring your family glory in combat, what use are you?

The Burningrocks were a prominent mercenary family in the bloody days of Nabafyr's past. The held a large keep in the middle of the dense Sarytas forest, where Nyda grew up as the fifth of seven siblings. By the time she was old enough to hold a sword, she was put into training, where it became woefully clear that she did not have the warrior inclinations of her kin. Nyda has a very strong freeze response when it comes to danger. This was only compounded by performance anxiety and guilt as her parents thought they could punish her into overcoming this. After a childhood full of this, Nyda was left fully unable to defend herself, as she will turn into a shaking mess the moment someone throws a punch at her. When her family realized this, she was ignored instead of abused. It was a dark time for young Nyda, especially since she was assigned male at birth and was getting beat by dysphoria just as much as her relatives.

It's not surprising that she left. It was that or die there, in that dark stuffy fort. Nyda decided that since she'd never be a mercenary, she should follow her true passion: astronomy. Though the sciences were not held in high esteem in Nabafyr in those days, Nyda had always loved gazing up at the stars and charting their slow movements. They were a point of peace in her tumultuous life, an excuse to escape up above the trees. And so she attended the only university in Nabafyr at the time, deciding she was a woman while she did, and practically built the field of astronomy there from the ground up. She was brilliant at it, though her guilt at never becoming a mercenary always followed her and caused her to act like she didn't really care about this second-choice career.

Nyda's greatest astronomical discovery came nearly a century into her career. The stars on Illaros move ever so slowly, enough to where the sky becomes unrecognizable from year to year. This makes navigation on the high seas quite difficult, as star maps have to be updated constantly, and can become outdated. Nyda, however, found a way around this. She found a way to mathematically predict the seemingly random movements. This should've been a massive moment in natural science, but Nyda's guilt came to sabotage her again, and she published her findings without the methods, as if she didn't really care about this 'useless little tidbit.' Some time later, Nyda decided to visit the Next-Door Land - home of the fae - to study the stars there. Rather unceremoniously, she was hunted for sport by the first pack of fae she found there, and died in a foreign dimension with a spear in her back. According to the historical record, Nyda Burningrock simply disappeared, and any hope of cracking the Burningrock Method along with her. Many a natural scientist to this day will curse by her name when they have to spend a month out of the year recharting star maps.

So not exactly a gentle life, and it didn't produce exactly a gentle woman either. Nyda is coarse, loud, horny, irreverent, and has never respected a single authority in her life. She is rather friendly despite it, in her mouthy way. Aboard the ship, she often plays peacekeeper and works to settle disputes - except when it comes to Kaulakri, of course, who gets under her skin like no one else. Nyda is someone you could probably trust to babysit, though that kid is going to learn several new swear words and will come home with full sleeves of temporary tattoos. Despite her deep well of shame around loving something so 'useless,' Nyda does adore her field of astronomy. She's a brilliant scientist when she bothers to try, even if she'd rather be a brilliant fighter. Indeed, she rarely avoids a fight, even knowing she'll freeze up. Nyda is fiercely defensive of her friends just as much as she is her own pride.

But what does she look like? Well, for starters, she's an elf. Nyda has light brown skin, dark brown eyes, and leaf green hair shaved into a mohawk. Her face is rather pointy in shape, as are her ears. Her eyebrows, nose, lips, and ears are all heavily pierced, with the most notable being a chain that runs from her nose to her ear. She also has many faded tattoos of thorny designs. Her clothes are very DIY - a vest with ragged sleeves, a pair of old cargo shorts, and steel-toed boots. Notably, she wears a pair of interlaced belts with many cuttings of hair sewn on. This is a duelist's belt, a common Nabafyrian clothing item, and not that the crew knows it, but the cuttings of hair are a record of duels lost. She has a visible stab wound going through her back and out the side of her ribs.

Fun facts time!

As mentioned, Nyda is a transwoman, and very butch. She's also a raging lesbian who really wishes she'd stop getting such fluttery feelings around a certain selkie.

She's very good at all things DIY - sewing, hair styling, tattooing, you name it.

She has a tramp stamp that says "FATHOM THIS" right over her ass.

She does her best to keep Pash from picking on anyone too much, to keep Kaulakri safe when she runs off on some fool's errand in the name of science, and to keep Anarac from getting too freaked out by everything. The only person she doesn't respect among the crew is Faalgun, purely because she hates authority. She likes him personally though, just thinks he has a stick up his ass.

And there you have the astronomer of this mighty crew! It's an important job, given that they're trying to fly through the supposed 'starry curtain.' Let's just hope Nyda gets over her guilt, stops hate-flirting with Kaulakri, and keeps from getting into fights long enough to do it.

Hope you enjoy! Next on the docket is Anarac, who will take some time (he's got Backstory, not backstory), and then on to Wild Type!

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[sebastianstansqueen]

Lost In The Shadows: Part Three

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Wordcount: 1,306

Warnings:  Angst, drinking, mentions of death, past abuse, but I think that is all actually

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Y/n paced in the back and forth in the back of the large venue wearing a gorgeous billowing dress, with fluffy sleeves, she chose this dress. “What if this was something I decided on a whim?” She asked Natasha, as she continued her back and forth path. 

Natasha shook her head. “Y/n, I love you but it’s a little late to be contradicting your choices.” They did a proposal dinner, and the practice dinner the night before, and now Y/n had butterflies. James had been distant at both events, she knew it was obviously because of what happened at Inferno a few months ago, a lot of his things have already gotten to Y/n’s family’s compound. 

“I know, but it’s scary everytime.” Y/n said the excuse is a way to help her anxiety. 

Natasha came up to stop her friend from making a track on the carpet. “Y/n, sit down, take a breath, look I can help you run get you out of the states for a bit.” She winked and nudged  Y/n. 

“I have to do this, I made this choice. I'm going through with it.” She sighed just as doors to the left opened. 

“I’ve been looking for the two of you everywhere.” Wanda says out of breath. “Come on, it’s about to start and we’ve gotta get out there.” 

Bucky, stood alone at the altar waiting for the doors to open and to see Steve along with whoever Y/n chose as a maid of honor. As the doors open his eyes go up, first Steve walked down with a woman with light red hair, after them is Sam, along with the bartender from Inferno, his brows furrowed, after the two of them it was his young niece, she began to take a few petals and let it fall down on the ivory rug, and then Y/n made her way down alone, her side of the isle contained mainly friends, and cousins but a large chunk of the back on her side were notable families. 

The ceremony was normal, we gave the vows provided by the officiant, as we held hands, at the end of that we made our way into a room in the back of the venue to sign the legal document, and after that they moved to the reception, where family wanted to take pictures, with the newly weds. At the end of the reception, both of them changed into more comfortable clothing. Bucky wore white pants with a black button up and Y/n wore a simple short satin dress with a square neckline and an inch or two sized straps over her arms. They walked down the walkway to a white SUV, Bucky opened the door for Y/n to get in first and then him, before he closed it. Y/n sat with her flowers in her lap as the car pulled away with Andy driving. The ride was silent, but as they pulled up to a tar mac, Y/n got out, Bucky got out with his brows furrowed. “What are we doing here?” He asked her. 

“We’re going on a honeymoon.” She said as she was already heading up the stairs of the jet, as people grabbed luggage from the trunk of the large car. 

Bucky made his way up and into the main seating area, Y/n had already gone somewhere and was nowhere to be found, he sat down randomly, just trying to relax for the first time that day, as the steps were put up, and the engine started Y/n came out from the pilot pit, and sat down. The plane was fully silent, eventually one of the attendants walked up, with a drink. “What is it?” Bucky asked the woman with bright blond hair.

“Don Julio 1942, Mis.Car-Barnes had the plane stocked up with more if this isn’t quite what you want.” She smiled as she spoke, Bucky took the glass she had offered originally. 

 “Could you, bring out a few of the bottles, and have the staff leave me and Y/n for a little bit.” He told her before she left she nodded a moment later she came out with another woman carrying four options of alcohol, he smiled and took one, he would give this one more try.

He walked up carrying two glasses, and a bottle for them. She had her full attention on her laptop, as she intensely typed and she occasionally typed stuff on her phone, he sat down next to her, puring the two drinks. “What are you doing?” She asked, looking at him with furrowed brows. 

“I want to get to know you, at least a little before we're locked in a house together.” He joked lightly, her face reminded of the same. 

“James.” She sighed out. “I’ve gotta work, I don’t really catch breaks.” 

Bucky shook his head. “Ten minutes and a few drinks.” He wanted to come to an agreement. 

She sighed and turned away from the screen giving him her full attention, he closed the laptop with his hand, and handed her the cup, with clear liquid, she threw it back easily. “So are we gonna sit in silence or are you gonna ask me a question?” She arched her brow as she poured another, little bit bigger drink. 

Y/n didn’t care at this point she, wanted  to get a little wasted on her wedding night, especially after the stressful morning, so, James pulling her away from work provided a good excuse, the burn of alcohol never really bugged her so as she waited for the first question she sipped on the drink and waited for something to start hitting. “Tell me about you, your last marriage I don’t know, I just don’t want to be married to a stranger.” He explained. 

“My marriage, to Henry, was.” She thought for a moment, she wasn’t just gonna open up and say that on her last honeymoon in a jet similar to this one going in a completely different direction, there was a glass table and as soon as they landed she had to be hurried to the hospital. “Intense, lots of responsibilities, he was an older man.” Who still had ten times more strength than her at the time of their marriage. 

“Okay.” He nodded, taking what little he could from the short sentences. “What do you like to do? Other than work.” 

She arched her brow. “I mean, I don’t really know, I used to read a lot, and draw, I like music too.” She shrugged, taking a long drink out of the glass she held. “Tell me about you, I know about the car, I’ve taken a few looks at it since it’s arrived, it looks well done, from what I saw inside and out.” 

“You know about cars?” He arched his brow and she nodded slightly.

“Yeah, when I was younger, the family mechanic usually would come to the compound, sometimes I’d find myself in the garage, and he would show me the safer stuff, but yeah I know a thing or two.” She nodded with what she was saying. “I wouldn’t say I’m an expert but I know what I need to get by.”

“I’ve had that car since I was a teenager, I got that as my first car.” He explained why it was so sentimental.

“Why did you move to Indiana?” She asked casually. 

“I think, I’ll wait till you're willing to open up more till I tell you about that.” He threw back another drink of his own. “When are we gonna land?” 

 “I would suggest getting settled in, we’ve been in the air for an hour, we still got another eight.” She smiled out from behind her glass, before drinking the rest.

[omegaremix]

Omega Radio for April 7, 2021; #258.

Black Ivory: “I Keep Asking You Questions”

Sandra Alexandra: “She’ll Break Your Heart”

Chuck Cornish: “Ali Funky Thing”

Piero Umiliani: “Risaie”

Lyman Woodard Organization, The: “Belle Isle Daze Pt. I &II”

Vidulesku: “Echoes”

Airto: “Mae Cambina”

Chocolate Milk: “Let The Music Take Your Mind”

All Points Bulletin: “Funky Bottom Bottom Funk”

Chute Libre: “Canaan Pt. II”

Ricky Lance: “Clown In A Room Of Tears”

Malo: “Suavecito”

Opa: “Pieces”

Edgar Versy: “La Mer”

Elephant’s Memory: “Mongoose”

Willie Bobo: “Kojak” + “Fairy Tales For Two”

Brass Fever: “Djingi”

Terry Callier: “African Violet”

Victor Feldman: “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”

Alan Feanch: “Atlantide”

Roberta Flack: “Killing Me Softly With His Song”

Adriana: “Contigo”

Juan Demonio: “Es Cana”

Antonia Carlos & Jofari: “Pe De Bode”

Darrow Fletcher: “Rising Cost Of Love”

Enrico Intra: “Nicole”

O’Jays, The: “Give The People What They Want”

Pure Pleasure: “By My Side”

Art Farmer: “Chanson”

Caldera: “Seraphim (Angel)”

Eddie Senay: “Cameo”

Dikalo: “Old Fisherman”

Fabio Fabor: “Ninfee”

Sun Ra: “Lanquidity”

Paul Williams: “Wistful Dreams”

Hubert Laws & Earl Klugh: “It’s So Easy Loving You”

Roy Ayers: “Theme From M*A*S*H” + “Together Forever”

John Abercrombie: “Parable”

Bonus Omega; all vinyl, sampling, crate-digging finds.

[food-for-hungry-mtr-fans]

(Actual blog I use is pjunicornart. This is just my main account, the one that'll eventually host my Meet the Robinsons AU ask blog. Eventually.)

I've been wracking my brain trying to come up with an ask... and I finally came up with the most prodigious question!

What indie musical artists do you think the Robinsons would be into? When I mean indie, I mean indie-indie. I think because the Robinsons are so weird and idiosyncratic, they'd be all for listening to artists who aren't as well known as the main faces you hear about. Listen to new sounds, you know.

I'll start! I think Cornelius would be interested in Loveless and Mothica. Maybe a bit of carolesdaughter.

(Sorry for this ask being so poetic... I guess I was channeling my inner Rarity.)

I don’t know as many indie artists as I would like, so most of the stuff I like is popular with indie sound, so I don’t know if these really match.

Franny likes Cranes Wives - it’s probably the only music of that genre she likes. She has written literal analysis sheets on the vocals. Her favorite song is Acturus Beaming.

Laszlo has that one gay person playlist - Will Wood, Lemon Demon, Mother Mother. He unironically really likes Weird Al’s “Angry White Boy Polka”.

Wilbur likes PUP - and his favorite song is ‘Bloody Mary, Kate and Ashley. He tried to show this to Cornelius who kindly rejected it.

Gaston and Art both listen to IDKHBTFM. Gaston’s favorite song is ‘Clusterhug’, Art likes ‘Razzmatazz’. (The song).

Gaston probably also listens to some edgy rage music like 1 800 Pain or something along those lines.

Art likes Time Machine and Isle Upon Thyself from Hawaii P2 but doesn’t know any other song from the album, or the story.

Not really indie at all, but Bud likes Jukebox the Ghost. His favorite song is ‘Where are All the Scientists Now?’ He doesn’t really care about the theme of the song, but he likes the tone of the vocals and the pre-chorus.

Lucille likes ‘Dream, Ivory’ and ‘Jakob’ - who ARE really good indie artists and very different vibe from everyone else here. Her favorite song from either of these two is ‘Perfect Sweet Blue’.

Joe doesn’t share his music taste, it’s like a secret. But when he sits alone at night sometimes and watches clouds, he listens to Current Joys and Foxtide. His favorite song is probably ‘Televisions’.

Billy doesn’t listen to a lot of music, she just generally isn’t interested - but she likes listening to Joes playlist. She picked up an interest in Boy Pablo eventually, but not a strong one.

Tallulah is into Mr. Bungle! I know he’s not REALLY indie but I love him and i need to project that onto somebody. Favorite songs are ‘Ars Moriendi’ and ‘The Air-Conditioned Nightmare’.

Spike and Dimitri don’t understand music.

Lefty likes Dayglow. Nobody knows that Lefty listens to music, but he found the vinyl one day in the garage and listens to it to pass time.

[deputygonebye]

@florrentine asked: ❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

Walls of white decorated in floral, blues and ivories, anthers colored to the brightest of yellows, a field of flowers and almost rustic sensibilities, Emilia's home was cozy. Hung picture frames displayed sketches behind their glass; pencilwork in black, watercolors in orange, from their canvases in an attention grabbing spectacle. Wooden stools centered around a kitchen island, a pot on the stovetop about to whistle, the signal that tea had been finished. Water in small cup, bronze around the top in delicate trim, pastel peach from handle to base. Shane's portion of the homemade brew. Warm to the touch - somewhat bitter to the taste without the addition of sugar or honey - a delicacy come straight from the isle, held within the hands of the enemy, an American satisfied in thirst. Unlike the coolness he was used to - tea on Sunday afternoons, filled to the top of the pitcher with ice and lemon - comforted, nonetheless.

Dressed in his best, jeans that were stained only around the calves, button down cuffed at the elbow, the first three buttons left undone, Shane meant nothing by his visit to Emilia. A simple get-together between neighbors - the soles of his brown combat boots dug into the floorboards, the hardwood of darkened craft, unlikely to move - the hour that Shane was allowed between fatherhood and Alexandria responsibility. Judith watched over by the others of his group, the strangers that grew to extended family, true family, it was meant only to be tea and nothing more. A quick break from the hustle and bustle; the pleasure of hot tea and biscuits, cookies, that smelled as good as they looked. Bound to be gobbled up as soon as they went from pan to plate, Emilia a dedicated hostess, her invitation an unexpected surprise. Sudden, but welcomed, irises of copper melted into puddles, made softer and tender.

"Aw, Em. That's real kind of you. I'd love to, but the boss has got me workin' overtime today. Somethin' about the kids - worried they've been messin' around the fence or somethin'. Gotta go check on it, maybe lay the law down, too." Shane smiled, closed mouth but with a boyish air, youthful and almost mischievous.

"Alright... just a few more minutes, then I really have to hit the road. Hey, thank you. This, it's been nice. I haven't had much of a chance to sit down and relax in, well, honest to God, forever. Tea's real good, too. Ain't never had it warm before - always had it chilled. Guess I've been missin' out, huh? You best come by my place this week, I'll make us some dinner. A little token of my appreciation, if you will, for bein' so nice to me. My little girl, she's a picky eater, so we might end up havin' pasta and sauce, again, but I promise, Ms. Emilia, it'll be worth the walk across the sidewalk. Shoot, I'll even make a dessert. I'll have Carol lend a hand - she's good in the kitchen - that way, it'll be guaranteed delicious."

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

Hello I adore Chord already; would you perhaps have a design for him that I can draw 👉👈

Uhm I’m kinda crap at explaining looks (in a non story setting but even then it’s hard) so have a picrew?

It’s not 100% canon but it’ll be kinda close

+everyone else!

Andreas

Axel

Azazel

Danner

Maia

Rene

Percy (she does not yet have a canon hair colour. Sometimes she’s blond, sometimes she has black hair, sometimes it’s red. I don’t know anymore)

[gooberpg]

Play Report: Lorn Song of the Bachelor x Mangayaw (Session 1)

The Binmanwa Party:

Kilala, a ratfolk cook

Malakas, a shamanistic healer

Bantok, a bow hunter

Euminung-gud, an aswang (?)

Dumalapdap, a ratfolk musketeer

Alon, a textile weaver

They are in debt to Oppu Wa Oppu, a veiled princess, because they were responsible for a feast that has gone wrong. The group was dubbed the Party Crashers.

They are in the village of the Gleaming Fins to pay back their debt.

Oppu Wa Oppu

The party asked what they can do for her to pay back their Debt.

Her eyes are unseeing ivory. She glows like faint moonlight. She is the niece of the village chief and a shaman and keeper of village rites, with tattoos of stars and crescent moons.

Aside from driving away her more annoying suitors, she doesn’t care how they get their hands on wealth. She also referred them to Auntie Sati Wa Sati, who is in need of capable Binmanwa for a Labor.

Auntie Sati

Sati Wa Sati is a witchy grandma. Fireflies encircle her.

She tells the party she wants to end the Bachelor’s curse. She tells them of Vung Si Vung’s song.

The Song of Vung Si Vung Once there lived a man called Vung Si Vung, said to be invulnerable—not spear nor shot pierced his bronzed skin. Such was his fame, the chief of that time grew envious, seeing in him a rival. One day, returning home, he found his wife taken. The chief and his soldiers, having subjected her to tortures, wrested from her her husband’s secrets: That he had won his strength from the spirits of the land. But he had failed to appease the spirits of the river. So Vung Si Vung found his wife murdered upon a spike, on a muddy bank, and the chief’s soldiers waiting. Filled with grief, he fought them there. Though he was mighty, they were too many—and, being near running water, near the river, he had no special protection. So he died. The chief, filled with spite, defiled the bodies of husband and wife, leaving them as carrion in red mud, conducting no funerary rites. This, over everything, was a breach of propriety, and greatly offended the spirits. Claiming Vung Si Vung with the tide, taking pity on him, they said: “O warrior, in death you have our blessing, go you now in a terrible form, as an amphibious predator, to visit fear and justice onto your enemies! Let it be so, from this very day!”

Aunti Sati could not give them anything of significant monetary value, but she offers her medical services.

Mahivir Sanna Krau

The party visited the The-Isles-Like-Precious-Ivory Company Office, to hear what they have to offer. The lead merchant Mahivir Sanna Krau offered to pay for most of their Debt in exchange for dealing with the Bachelor.

Mahivir wants him gone. He’s bad for business.

The party took the deal. It is in line with Auntie Sati’s quest. They requested a boat and some rations for this quest, to which Mahivir agreed to give. Dumalapdap tried to borrow a pistol, but Mahivir didn’t allow for it.

Niti Si Niti and Bavu Si Bavu

The party came upon a curious scene while walking through the village. A burly, peg-legged man was chasing a younger man with a machete. “Touch my daughter again, I’ll kill you!“

The peg-legged man is Niti Si Niti. He is a dreaming agaru sniffer, with tattoos of twelve-winged eagles. He is the father of Oppu Wa Oppu.

The party chased after the younger man. He is Bavu Si Bavu, hunter of forest beasts, tattoos of rhinoceroses. He reeked like roadkill. He claims he is in a relationship with Oppu Wa Oppu. The party was inclined to not believe him.

They lightly threatened him not to meet with the princess again, and he went home dejected.

Back to Oppu Wa Oppu

The party returned to the veiled princess’ hut to report on what information they gathered and to tell her about Bavu si Bavu.

The Oppu Wa Oppu let out a disappointed sigh. Bavu Si Bavu was saying truth. The two of them are in love. Her father does not approve of it because of Bavu Si Bavu’s status.

Rather than Bavu Si Bavu, it was Hummu Si Hummu, the village’s most prominent singer who the princess wanted to shoo away.

Realizing their mistake, the party hatched up a plan. What if Bavu Si Bavu accompanied them on their Labor to end the curse of the the Bachelor. If they were successful, surely such a feat would be enough to change Niti Si Niti’s mind?

Vartu Si Vartu

As the party was leaving the princess’ hut, someone else was heading inside.

Vartu Si Vartu, chief of the Gleaming Fins. His body is covered in silver paint. A servant follows him to touch up his makeup.

He is offended, insulted even, that the party met up with so many people in the village, and yet has not paid him a visit. He sternly expects them to be waiting in his longhouse once he has finished his visit with his niece.

AFTERTHOUGHTS

I’m thrilled to finally run this gem of an adventure. The session was really more about meeting the characters and gathering information, but it was still fun.

The whole thing with Oppu Wa Oppu’s romance is not part of the “main quest”. I wanted to tie Mangayaw’s starting Debt to the adventure, so I used the random Gleaming Fins tables to create characters for that. It’s a testament to Zedeck’s writing that I was able to flesh out a small web of relationships with the tables.

[littlebvtterfly]

🐁 + Ivory Frost, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs 💖

Yay thank you so much for asking about Ivy @dancingsunflowers-ocs! Also going to tag @rose-of-oz and also @arrows-unofficial-ocs!

Their face shape: It's somewhere in between oval and diamond.

Between princess/prince, warrior, and magician, what would they be?: Definitely a mix between warrior and magician. She can (and will fight) but also likes to use her magic and test her limit.

If they had an emotional scene/montage, what song would be playing over it?: Broken by Isak Danielson

Their soul type: The Hunter

Which Strawberry Shortcake character they are: Ginger Snap

A moment where they overcame a fear: When Ivy first learned how to use her ice powers, she was actually rather afraid of hurting someone. Due to she and her mother being the only ones who can use their powers (as they're elemental and therefore can't be bound like those of Maleficent or the Evil Queen, for example), she knows they have a reputation of still being feared. But when one of the Tremaine sisters falls of a roof, young Ivy made an ice slide with her powers to save her from injury or worse.

Everyone has seen some soap opera once (everyone!), which one did they get sucked into the easiest?: The only TV that the Isle really gets is news and E! like channels but Ivy did find herself tuning into a show called Heart's Desires, which starred Snow White early in her acting career.

If they're friend-shaped or enemy-bound: Probably moreso enemy bound. She's definitely more stand-offish at first and needs time to warm up to people, literally.

A trope that fits them well and why: Like Mother, Unlike Daughter; Ivory, unlike her mother, does not believe in making people suffer or gain more power. Even though Ivy can also be cold at first, a lot of it is due to her mother's treatment of her, which was usually less than optimal.

Which planet they represent: Neptune

[caeruleusaether]

The Names of Shooting Stars

Stardust – Glitter? Shimmer? Incandescence? Iridescence? Whatever – is just as bad as soot, he decides. It lingers on him – his skin, his clothes, his hair. It’s not obvious, but if the light – any light – hits him just right there’s a brief shine. It’s easily explainable, a new ore from other realms, but he wipes it away with the same diligence as he does soot.

But they have the ore to experiment with. Something new he can try runeforging with. Will it be easier with this new ore? Harder? Impossible? Or will it be suitable for making just blades and armour? What properties will it have?

There’s no need to smelt it, but it does require shaping. Each strike of his hammer reveals something new: the crosshatch and triangular pattern of the raw metal; the smell of earth of a far-flung place; tiny sparks of Light, too small to do anything; dust of twisting Shadow that evaporates as soon as light touches it; and fine remnants of the night sky, too weak to be seen in daylight.

He’s pretty sure the metal will take whatever magic he chooses. It practically hums on its own, as if resonating with the world around it. He decides on something simple. Easy. A tiny bit of mana should do it. There’s a high pitched ringing sound moments before his body is sent flying halfway across the forges. He lays there, dazed, until he sees Alikestis swim into view.

“What did you do?” she demands. Her stern tone is at odds with how she checks him for injuries, her brow creased in worry.

“Nothing,” he mumbles. “The ore…” Dáire sits up with the blacksmith’s help. “I imbued mana into the metal.”

“The star-touched metal?” She looks back at his work station, blue and silver coloured residue from the metal and mana interacting coating most of its surroundings. The immediate area is damaged, but repairable. New tools will be needed, but she’s not sure about the anvil or crucible

Dáire stares at his work area for a long moment as he goes over everything again. It’s a moment more as he processes what happened. He needs to tell Aurana. “How do I get in contact with the Blessed Isles?”

~*~

Dáire takes one look at the Arcadian forge and knows exactly what happened. He searches the immediate area for Aurana, worry tugging at him, but can’t find her. Her notes are found on a table, the latest entry in the tiny notebook written in a shaky hand. None of which he can read.

He asks around, explaining who he is and why he’s here. A couple realize that he’s the one that’s been working with Aurana and translate it for him: Extremely sensitive to quintessence. Off to the side in tiny scrawl is Check House of Dust. He’s pretty sure that’s where Aurana is. He follows his hunch and sets out for the land of Kur.

Hearing about the House of Dust is one thing. Seeing it is another matter entirely. It’s a dreary cavern located deep in Kur. The souls here go about their mundane lives, but every scrap of food and drink is made of dry dust, their homes of dried clay slowly crumbling. The only time they don’t eat and drink dust is when someone from the land of the living offers them libations.

It’s here amongst them that Dáire finds Aurana. She stands out like a beacon in the darkness in her ivory chiton and blue peplos. She peers at each one in turn, as if searching for someone. She pulls back from one, suddenly wary. “Can you hear me?” she whispers.

“I thought they couldn’t.” His voice is quiet, and he takes a step back when she rounds on him. Dáire holds his hands open to show he’s not a threat, mindful of the blade in her hand.

“They don’t.” She considers her words. “They’re shouldn’t.” She looks him up and down, noting his blonde hair is more unruly than normal, clothes covered in a blue-silver residue. Did he roll around in the forges? “What are you doing here?”

He holds up her small pocketbook. “Your notes. My work area exploded, too.”

“I had a mishap,” Aurana says tersely. She straightens her clothes, taking one last look at the shade she was talking to. “I can’t answer any questions right now. If you’re willing to wait-“

Dáire is already nodding. “I’ll wait.”

Aurana breathes out through her nose, shoulders relaxing, and goes back to inspecting the shades. He watches her inspect them one by one, wondering what all of this is for. The souls are wrapped in clothes made of dust, each movement by them shedding small pieces of it. What kind of afterlife is this? It looks like a miserable way to spend eternity, eating nothing but dust and not even aware you died.

“They’re not here.”

They both turn at the sound of a  new voice. A man in his mid-30s draws up next to them, brown hair streaked with white and hazel eyes, skin weathered from the sun. His boots and wool red overcoat look worn-in and faded from the outdoors, a blue embroidered sash about his waist not faring any better.

“Raeder.” Aurana sounds surprised to see him. “What about-“

“No new souls from our world, either.”

Aurana tries to hide her disappointment as she nods.

“She could already be reincarnated,” he says gently.

“Or in parts unknown,” she mutters, looking away and toward Dáire. “Does anyone know you’re here? If not, we should get you back.”

“Guests are owed a meal.” Raeder looks between the two, not bothering to hide his curiosity. Aurana rarely brings guests with her, especially to Kur. Whoever this is she seems comfortable enough to bring them here. “Aiofe’s made your favourite.”

That catches her attention, responsibility warring with the desire of offered food. “How much trouble will you be in if you’re late?”

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Resale Flat in Noida, Greater Noida & Noida Expressway

The real estate landscape of Noida, Greater Noida, and the Noida-Greater Noida Expressway has transformed dramatically, shifting from a hub for budget-friendly housing to a premium market attracting affluent buyers and savvy investors. These regions, part of the National Capital Region (NCR), are renowned for their strategic location, robust infrastructure, and proximity to Delhi, making them ideal for professionals, families, and investors. Resale flats in Greater Noida have emerged as a popular choice due to their competitive pricing, immediate occupancy, and strong appreciation potential. This detailed guide delves into the market dynamics, factual data, frequently asked questions (FAQs), recent updates, and future growth opportunities for resale flats in these thriving real estate markets.

Understanding the Real Estate Market in Noida, Greater Noida, and Noida Expressway

Noida, often dubbed the "IT capital of NCR," is a planned city known for its organized sectors, green spaces, and proximity to Delhi. Greater Noida, an extension of Noida, offers affordable and mid-segment housing, bolstered by upcoming mega-projects like the Jewar International Airport. The Noida-Greater Noida Expressway, a 24-km corridor, is a real estate powerhouse, hosting luxury residences, IT hubs, and commercial complexes. Together, these areas form a vibrant ecosystem catering to diverse housing needs.

The resale flat market is particularly appealing due to several factors:

Cost Advantage: Resale flats are typically priced lower than new launches, offering value for money.

Immediate Possession: Ready-to-move flats eliminate construction delays, ideal for urgent relocations.

Developed Localities: Many resale flats are in established sectors with schools, hospitals, and metro connectivity.

Factual Data on Resale Flats

Drawing from recent market insights, here’s a detailed overview of the resale flat market in Noida, Greater Noida, and the Noida Expressway:

Inventory and Configurations

Noida-Greater Noida Expressway: Over 6,820 properties are listed, including 4,596+ flats, with 6,255+ resale units and 4,983+ ready-to-move options. Resale flats in Noida Expressway are popular, with 2 BHK (19%) and 3 BHK (47%) configurations leading the market.

Greater Noida: Approximately 6,891+ flats are available, with 4,188+ resale flats and 4,949+ ready-to-move units. These cater to diverse budgets, with 2 BHK flats priced between ₹30.9 lakh and ₹1.19 crore and 3 BHK flats from ₹50.5 lakh to ₹2.61 crore.

Noida: The average apartment cost rose from ₹1.24 crore in 2022 to ₹1.68 crore in 2023, with 14,822 flats sold worth ₹24,944 crore. Resale flats in Noida are in high demand due to their premium offerings and connectivity.

Popular Localities

Noida Expressway: Sectors 137, 150, 128, and 134 are prime due to metro connectivity and IT hubs. Sector 137 offers 2 BHK resale flats between ₹40 lakh and ₹60 lakh.

Greater Noida: Noida Extension, Yamuna Expressway, and Pari Chowk are favored for affordability. Greater Noida West’s average rate is ₹7,000 per sq ft, up from ₹4,500 in 2019.

Noida: Sectors 75, 78, 107, and 128 are premium, with projects like Ivy County in Sector 75 commanding ₹15,000 per sq ft, up from ₹6,000 in 2019.

Market Dynamics

Demand and Supply: In Q3 2024, Greater Noida saw a 14.4% demand increase and 8.4% supply growth, while Noida’s demand rose by 16.4% with a 7.3% supply increase.

Sales Trends: In 2023, 62% of Noida’s flat sales were under-construction, but resale flats remain popular for their immediate availability.

Rental Yields: Sectors like 110 and 168 offer 3–4% annual rental yields, attracting investors. A 2 BHK in Sector 168 can be rented for ₹12,000–₹15,000 monthly.

Current Trends Shaping the Resale Flat Market

Rise of Luxury Housing

Previously known for affordability, these regions now host ultra-premium resale flats. Projects like Ivory County (Sector 115) and Godrej Tropical Isle (Sector 146) offer flats at ₹15,000–₹16,500 per sq ft, featuring amenities like infinity pools and smart home systems.

Infrastructure as a Growth Catalyst

Metro expansions (Aqua Line, proposed links to Gurugram) and expressways (Yamuna, FNG) have boosted property values in sectors like 137, 150, and Greater Noida West. The Jewar Airport is a major driver, pushing prices in Yamuna Expressway by 166.7% in three years.

Revival of Stalled Projects

UP RERA and SWAMIH funds have revived stalled projects, increasing the supply of ready-to-move resale flats in Greater Noida West and Noida Extension. Societies like Logix Blossom County and Paras Tierea are now hotspots.

Investor Appeal

Investors are flocking to areas like Sector 150 and Yamuna Expressway, where prices appreciate by 8–12% annually. Noida’s average home sales value rose 41% YoY to ₹1.05 crore in Q3 2024, reflecting strong investor interest.

Focus on Sustainable Living

Buyers prefer resale flats in eco-friendly gated communities with green spaces and sports facilities. Sector 150, near the Yamuna River, and projects like ATS Pious Orchards emphasize sustainability, appealing to environmentally conscious buyers.

Latest Updates (As of April 2025)

New Project Launches: Godrej Jardinia (Sector 146), ATS Kingston Heath (Sector 150), and Migsun Delta Street are impacting nearby resale markets.

Jewar Airport Milestone: Property prices in Yamuna Expressway and Greater Noida surged 15.1% in Q3 2024.

Policy Reforms: Noida Authority’s 90-day payment norm and RERA enforcement have enhanced market transparency.

Events and Economy: UP International Trade Show 2024 and Bauma Conexpo are boosting regional demand.

Future Growth Prospects

Infrastructure Advancements

Jewar Airport, Film City, new metro routes, and expressway expansions will accelerate real estate demand. Sectors 137, 150, and 168 are poised for high appreciation.

Economic Expansion

MNC hubs in Sectors 62, 143, and 137 boost housing demand. The rise of IT and data center infrastructure will attract professionals seeking proximity and quality living.

Sustained Price Appreciation

Premium sectors like 150 and 128 will see 10–15% YoY growth, while Greater Noida West and Yamuna Expressway remain top choices for affordable, high-return investments.

Focus on Green and Premium Housing

Sustainable communities are in demand. Resale flats in sectors like 75 and 150 are being preferred for smart living features and green certification.

Strong Investor Confidence

Completion of delayed projects and stable policies are helping investors re-enter the market confidently, especially in Noida Extension and Pari Chowk.

Challenges to Consider

Legal Risks: Ensure all documents are verified and titles are clear.

Maintenance Costs: Older projects may incur higher fees or require updates.

Saturation in Some Areas: Excess inventory in certain Noida Extension sectors may affect short-term price appreciation.

Infrastructure Delays: Monitor timelines for regional road and metro expansion.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1. What is the average price of resale flats in these regions?

Noida: ₹1.68 crore average (2023), up from ₹1.24 crore in 2022.

Noida Expressway: 2 BHK ~₹57.6 lakh, 3 BHK ~₹76.8 lakh.

Greater Noida: 2 BHK ₹30.9 lakh–₹1.19 crore; 3 BHK ₹50.5 lakh–₹2.61 crore.

Q2. Which areas are best for buying resale flats?

Noida Expressway: Sectors 137, 150, 128.

Greater Noida: Pari Chowk, Noida Extension.

Noida: Sectors 75, 78, 107 (e.g., Ivy County, Hyde Park).

Q3. Are resale flats a good investment? Yes. Many areas offer 8–12% annual price growth and 3–4% rental yields. Sectors 150 and Yamuna Expressway are especially lucrative.

Q4. What factors should I consider when buying a resale flat?

Proximity to metro stations, expressways, offices.

Reputation of the developer and project quality.

Legal documentation, RERA compliance.

On-site amenities and resale trends.

Q5. How has the Jewar Airport impacted resale flat prices? It has significantly boosted prices in Greater Noida and Yamuna Expressway by 10–15% annually, with continued growth expected post-launch.

Q6. What is the connectivity like in these regions?

Noida: Well-connected via metro, expressways.

Greater Noida: Aqua Line, Yamuna Expressway, Eastern Peripheral Expressway.

Expressway: Smooth access to Delhi, Agra, and upcoming metro extensions.

Q7. What amenities do resale flats offer? From basic to luxury—parks, pools, gyms, smart features, EV charging, saunas, and high-end security systems.

Q8. Are affordable resale flats available? Yes. Noida Extension and Greater Noida West offer 2 BHK options from ₹29.5 lakh. Sector 137 is a value segment with ₹40–₹60 lakh flats.

Q9. How has the revival of stalled projects affected the market? It has unlocked inventory in key locations, increasing buyer confidence and spurring demand for resale flats in revived societies.

Q10. How can I ensure a smooth purchase process?

Engage a real estate lawyer.

Confirm society dues and resident reviews.

Use trusted platforms or verified real estate agents.

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