#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!!

[prettybluelites]

If the sweater fits...

So I've been watching S2 again and I always chuckle at the end when Jim/Gabriel is asked what he wants, and he says he'd like "better clothes." And I thought I'd finally commit to writing a few words about that.

I've always just loosely assumed/headcanoned that the clothes he wears as Jim are on loan from Aziraphale. Jim's clothes have as many layers as a typical Aziraphale ensemble, but by Aziraphale's standards, they're waaaay more casual. We never see Aziraphale in anything resembling "casual" clothing. Probably the closest we get is in the opening of S2E1 where he's wearing that pale blue coat that's softer and more sweater-like than his usual ivory one. Anyway. I think that speaks to Aziraphale's desire/need to keep up appearances.

So why would he have that sweater (and the rest of Jim's clothes, but I want to focus on the sweater) socked away somewhere, probably for many decades, and never wear it?

Well, he's probably got some specific ideas about what it represents and the context in which it might be worn. Probably ideas about, oh, I don't know, country life, Sunday drives, long rambling walks. Picnics. Retirement. That was the first thing I thought of that made me sigh a little bit.

Then I remembered something else. Something about Fair Isle sweaters in particular.

Fair Isle knitting -- a style of stranded knitting, where you use two colors of wool to create a design in the fabric -- has been around for hundreds of years. But Fair Isle sweaters surged in popularity in the UK in the 1920s, when they were frequently worn by the Prince of Wales.

The Prince of Wales who later became King Edward VIII.

The one who abdicated.

The one who gave up the throne so he could be with the person he loved.

So it's completely fitting (pardon the pun) for Jim to be wearing it, and bittersweet for Aziraphale to have it and not wear it.

(Yet?)

Anyway that's my 2 cents. Thanks for reading and if anyone has any more wardrobe meta, I'd love to read it!

[yeyinde]

It’s 2am and I feel angsty as helllllll - this is very rushed I just needed to get it out hahaha. Hope you enjoy it 🤍

But imagine it’s yours and Johns wedding day. Your guests have arrived, you’ve just finished putting the veil into your hair. Slowly pacing around the room, excited, anxious - waiting for whoever is walking you down the isle to come and tell you it’s time to leave.

You hear two quiet knocks at the door, “come in.” you pleasantly yell out, expecting to see your ‘giver-awayer’.

Instead you see John.

His in a dark navy suit, white shirt, champagne coloured tie. A white rose pinned to the lapel of his blazer, matching to your bouquet.

His eyes lit up, seeing you look so beautiful, so elegant in ivory. “Oh love, you look—“

“John, what are you doing here!” You interrupt him, sticking by the old wives tale that the groom should not see the bride before the wedding begins.

He expression fades, guilt, sorrow. He avoids your eyes as his shuts the door behind him.

“Love, please sit down for me?” His tone is gentle, eyes still haven’t met yours.

You sit on the hotels sofa, looking up at him. “John? I-is everything okay?”

He doesn’t say a word, he just sits; opposite end of the couch to you.

“John. You’re scaring me a bit now, please talk to me.”

His eyes snap up at you the moment you said you were getting scared, you were worried. He could see it plastered over your face and hear it laced in your voice. It stung him, he was doing this to you.

“I love you so much. Do you know that?”

He looks at you sternly, asking for reassurance that you know he does loves you.

You nod slowly, your concerned expression unchanged. Thoughts start to whirl, why is he saying this?

“I need to go.”

“What? Go where?”

“Away. There’s been a major development in something we’re involved in and—“ his eyes snap away from yours, once again, “—and they need me.”

And they need me—I need you John.

Your anxious state immediately changes to heartache. You try to gulp the dry lump that has formed in your throat. Tears brim your eyes. Any other bride would have screamed the village down, demanding he stayed - you thought about it. But you, you and John were different. This was his job, his livelihood. You couldn’t be the one to stand between it, even if it means getting hurt in the process.

Silence fills the room for a few moments, Johns eyes fixed to your engagement ring, yours to Johns face. Shame, guilt, frustration painted all over it.

“When do you need to leave?” Almost like whisper. You manage to push any anger aside, collecting yourself and your composure.

You were hurting, broken. John knew it, he was feeling the same. He hated himself.

“I’m being picked up within the next 15 minutes“ he grabs your left hand - you let him, eyes not moving from the engagement ring, caressing over it as he did so.

As much as you attempted to blink away the tears, they fell down your cheeks. You were still, painfully still. He looked up at you to see if you were still there with him. The tears on your face destroyed him.

“I’m so sorry—I shouldn’t—you don’t deserve none of this.”

He dropped your hands, abruptly raising from the couch. His hands rub over his face. You were fixed to the absent space on the couch where he was just sitting.

He used whatever leave he could have so you could get married, even it meant you’d have to wait a few months for your honeymoon, due to him being shipped out two days after. He asked his superior to confirm it to him three times - just to make triple sure that it was going to be the day he makes you his wife.

He looks at you, you look helpless. Absent minded. He sighs before kneeling down in-front of you.

“Say something love, please.” He pleads with you. Needing to hear your voice.

Your eyes flicker to him, causing more tears to leave them. God, you wanted to beg him to stay, but the way his gentle baby blues are filled with so much remorse yet still full of love - you couldn’t bare to be the one to add to his regret.

“Come back to me, John.” You barely whisper, your voice croaks from sadness.

Just as his name leaves your mouth, his phone rings. Your eyes close in defeat, you know it’s time.

He cradles your face and connects your foreheads, thumbs stroking away your tears. “Always.” He whispers.

You stay like that for only a short while. He releases you, stands up and plants a soft longing kiss to your head.

He heads for the door, before he exits he turns to you - like he’s looking at you for the last time. You give him a reassuring nod, and a sweet smile, signalling him that it’s fine to leave you.

And with that, he’s gone. And your left with the harsh reminder that John Price really does want to marry you, but he just married his job first.

UGH, THE ANGST!!! 😭 it hurts so good - i love this!!!

[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.

[ginger-grimm]

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

[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!

[sebastianstansqueen]

Lost In The Shadows: Part Three

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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)

[calla-celtigar]

treasures of memory

a character challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood

“There, just beyond the chair. . .” Calla paused, turning her head to stare at the spot she had in mind. She put her hand in the air with an open palm.

“Pause. Behind the chair and to the left. To be level with that bookcase.” The servants promptly obeyed, softly setting the heavy chest on the ground parallel to another chest a short distance away. Calla offered them a pleasant look, and before they left the room, Prunella eagerly chattered behind them. 

“Milady, the chest looks fine there. Are you happy that it is with you?” The man beside her was one of her few captains, an older man who had seen decades at sea. He had known Calla since she could walk and visit Claw Isle’s port. He had been one of Lord Bartimos’ captains, but now he was her own.

“Yes, very much so, Edric. Thank you for bringing it with you in your latest shipment. I know that it must have created some trouble.” She turned her gaze to him as he offered her a grin.

“Not so, milady. Besides, the men always enjoy a wild night in King’s Landing.” Calla suppressed a small laugh, digging into a pouch to hand the man a small amount of gold dragons.

“Well, I still thank you and the men. Be sure to spend the coin wisely.” She smiled at him as he gave her a devious grin, bowing to her simultaneously.

“Nothing less for our lady. Be well, Lady Celtigar.” The captain swept out of the room as Calla turned her gaze to the chest, now sitting behind her desk but in front of one of her extensive bookshelves.

The chest was fine, lined with ivory-colored fabric, and decorated with plush scallops designs. The chest was made of two different kinds of wood from distant Qohor. One wood was a shade of dark red, while the other was a light tan that was nearly white in tone. The two colors made chevron patterns on the panels of the chest. It had been a wedding gift from her mother when she traveled to Westeros. Her father had found the chest some time ago, but Lady Elinor recently sent a raven asking if Calla desired the chest as her own. Calla said yes but was unsure why she had done so. She supposed that her father wanted to sell the chest for a high but worthy prize, but her lady stepmother had cautioned him against it. The chest was a relic of the past, but so was much of Calla’s chambers.

When Calla first arrived as Rhaenyra’s lady-in-waiting, she had a small room devoted to living quarters and her working space. Prunella came to share a bed with Umma tucked in an even smaller adjacent room. However, as her status had elevated, so had her apartments. The married ladies-in-waiting required more space for their children and household, but Calla did not need so many rooms. She chose the room with the most significant two spaces. One room was divided in half by two large bookcases that she stood in front of presently, a thickly-veiled partition between her living space and her work area. The living space was more extensive, but the office was comfortable for work and hosting guests. The other room was devoted to her wardrobe and Umma and Prunella's separate beds. Gone were the days of sleeping in one bed for her maids now, they had their own. Prunella complained that Umma snored in her ear during those days, but now she slept so at peace that Umma complained of Prunella’s habitual nighttime noise.

The working quarters were lined with bookshelves upon bookshelves. They were among Calla’s finest possessions, organized neatly and highly maintained. Calla’s most treasured times slowly came with her to King’s Landing, but eventually, they came in full force. However, not all shelves were filled with books. Some housed rare artifacts as well. Some included a rare bronze mirror wreathed in Valyrian script, a crackled glass candle, and a pair of red quartz Valyrian sphinxes. She used the sphinxes as bookends despite her suspicion that they had once been ritual objects. They were three of many more minor artifacts lining the room. They decorated the room beyond the hundreds of books, her highly organized desk, and two small chairs set before the desk. An ornate table carved with crab-like legs sat between the chairs, gilded in a thin layer of aging gold. It was more than a presentable space displaying Celtigar wealth but displayed the more intricate parts of Calla’s personality.

As her most intimate space, her innermost chamber room rarely saw anyone beyond Umma, Prunella, Moddey, and Calla herself. It was her equivalent of a sacred space. A large bed sat on the left side of the room, curtained by red swathes of nearly transparent silk. There had been mornings where Calla would turn her head and stare out the windows of the Tower of the Hand, peering out at the citing and the sea beyond. Prunella often swung the windows open on clear days, letting the sea breeze waft into the room. It was not the same as Claw Isle, where the wind smelled of salt and stone, but it reminded Calla of home nonetheless.

The rest of the room’s walls were covered with Valyrian tapestries. While they were not her most prized object, they were worth nearly an endless amount of coin. Many of the pieces had been handed down in the Celtigar family for generations, and she had only brought the smallest tapestries with her. Various patterns in Valyrian style decorated the tapestries, including an intricate weaving of blood-red crabs intermixed with white crabs. However, Calla’s favorite pieces showed scenes and images of the past. One displayed the coming of the three Valyrian houses to Westeros, the heads of House Targaryen with their dragons flanked by the leaders of House Velaryon and House Celtigar. Another depicted the keep at Claw Isle as it was being built, while another portrayed a nameless female dragonrider flying over an unknown land, her dragon a fearsome shade of dark purple with red-threaded eyes. An immense tapestry by far showed members of the Freehold of Valyria at war with the empire of Old Ghis. She had long debated with her House’s Maesters on which war the scene depicted. But alas, it was now lost to history.

Besides the tapestries, there was little else in the room. A small dresser sat by the far wall, candles illuminating the room in the night hours. Calla devoted the living space to the tapestries that hung and what they meant to both her family and herself.

Calla stood at the chest recently brought before her. The chest parallel to it had been one of the first things she had brought to King’s Landing five years previous. And now, next to it sat the one thing that Taena of Lys brought to Westeros. Years ago, it had been a wedding gift; perhaps it was meant to be hers. But now it sat amongst her priceless artifacts, all the treasures of memories long past.

[pocketramblr]

for the trivia game can you make an AU little mermaid out of duoholders?

with a happy ending🙏

ive done some doodles of mer!yoichi with human second before.... so lets switch that

1- Second is a mer who does not particularly agree with the king or council of the aquatic citystate, and many of thier restrictive rules- he doesn't care about humans and if its safer not to engage, whatever, but there's sumptuarary laws and restrictions on marriages and other things he doesn't like. so he hunts outside of boundaries away from watchmers, sneaking when its dark and stormy so he isn't taxed half of what he brings back to Third and their group.

But one day, he goes too far, and gets swept away into a storm.

2- He ends up near the surface, and flung against rocks in the storm. he passes out as he sees a light draw closer. When he wakes, it's late morning, the sun breaking through clouds on a tiny rocky isle. There's a stranger leaning over him, asking if he's alright. Second almost says yes, but then realizes this stranger's eyes are wrong, and he doesnt have any gills, and pushes away to realize the rocky isle has a small cabin on it, and human with a lamp and frown. Second rolls to race back into the water but the human calls for him to stop, please- and he does, cautiously. The human offers food, to check for any more bleeding, before he goes- there's no one else there, and he has enough to share. Second slowly nods, and the human smiles, says his name is Yoichi, and he'll be right back.

3- Second makes more visits to see Yoichi- slowed because he has to sneak, and Yoichi is insistent he avoid his older brother's monthly supply visits, and he does have a crew to provide for. Though, at that last one, Yoichi asks if he can help, he's got more food than he needs, and most isn't great for mers but some is, and he's also got some more valuable objects- his mother's gold bracelet has no monetary value for him here, and no sentimental either. same with the pearl choker or ivory statuette, and if his brother asks where they went, Yoichi can just say he threw them into the sea in a fit of anger, Might as well put them to good use. Second realizes he is in love, and he also realizes that Yoichi really needs to get out of there.

4- Second doesn't like the sea-witch, not anymore than he likes the king or council, but... well, he needs a spell. He needs some way to get Yoichi off that rock, and he goes to the witch to bargain for one. The witch asks what he has to offer, and he pulls out the ivory. it's nice, but the witch looks at it, raises a brow, and asks what else he has. he pulls out gold coins. 'what else?' asks the witch, and Second dumps out the bag- a some more coins from scavenged ships, bone jewelry, loose glass beads, and a few little wooden birds yoichi had carved back when he was still allowed a knife on the island. the witch looks at him, says "youre desperate, huh? ok then" and gives a potion to turn a human into a mer for a day. It's not much, but Second figures its a start and races back to Yoichi to give it to him and start to plan.

5- Yoichi is ecstatic when he hears about it, and quickly gathers essentials. even if only a day, he should be able to get far enough away from here in that time, even if he has to swim twenty hours straight. but when he drinks the potion- nothing happens. And the sea-witch rises from the water behind Second, furious- he recogonized those carvings, and knows Yoichi wouldn't have tossed them to the sea to be scavenged. Yoichi's eyes go wide seeing his brother like this, but Second doesn't stand a chance before AfO lunges, saying his won't give up his little brother so easily. Yoichi scrambles to get between them, promising anything if AfO lets Second go- Yoichi was just being dumb, surprised and awed by a merman and the chance of a magic day, but of course he'd never leave his brother. so let him go. And AfO, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him back, agrees- if Second does. Second looks at Yoichi, who shakes his head. "it's not worth it. don't get hurt on my account." (all things AfO expected his brother to say.) "I love you. go." (not something AfO expected... because...)

As soon as it's said, AfO and Yoichi collapse, writhing. Long ago, AfO'd drunk a potion from the witch before him that would allow him to move between human and mer form, but just for as long as his brother loved only him. As soon as Yoichi told anyone else he loved them, he'd be stuck permanently in the form they had- and AfO would be stuck permanently in the opposite, to separate them. AfO had killed the witch after and isolated his brother, figuring that would keep him from ever having to pay the price.

But now he just sees Second pull a laughing Yoichi into his arms and then into the water, joyous in their escape.

[softquietsteadylove]

For the Maleficent AU:

Gil sneaks away to learn more about the humans who harmed Thena! And after he learns what happened and what kind of tradition is going on he decides to teach them a lesson 👀

"Why, thank you, dearie," the older woman smiled as Thena drifted down from the apple tree with a full bucket. The shorter, grey haired woman patted Thena's arm as she accepted the bounty picked for her. "So helpful."

Thena smiled at the woman as well, walking to her now-filled produce cart with her. "I am happy to lend my service."

She helped the woman push forward what was already in it, baskets of oranges and pears and grapes already picked. "You lot have all been very kind since you started showing up here."

Thena would be lying to say she wasn't relieved that the presence of fae like herself had been declared positive for the humans in the area. "I hope you'll let me continue to come and help."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll be counting on it," the old woman laughed and batted at Thena's wings the way she might slap someone's arm. "You and that strong fella you bring with you are most welcome!"

Thena clasped her hands together, smiling at the ground. Gil had obliged her at every turn in her desire to spend more time with humans, often 'escorting' her further and further inland to do it.

"Where is that handsome specimen of yours?"

Thena frowned, looking around the field. A few other fae and humans were mulling about, but she was right; Gil was nowhere to be found. Thena adjusted her wings on her back, "hm."

"Oh, I'm sure it's fine, dearie," she offered as she moved towards the front of the cart. "My husband wanders off all the time, but he always finds his way home to me."

Thena smiled, helping the delicate woman ascend to the cart's front seat. "Thank you; I shall see you on our next flight from the nest."

"You fly safe, now!"

Thena laughed faintly, waving at the woman until she was turned around and guiding the horses pulling her into the city paths leading to the market. Once she was turned, Thena stretched her wings out.

It wasn't like Gilgamesh to drift away from his flock, even under the most peaceful of circumstances. In all the times they had flown to the mainland, he rarely strayed from her side at all.

She kept her eyes on the ground as she flew in wide circles, trying to survey the area through the treetops of the forest. It wasn't nearly as thick as the mystical Moors with their thorn walls, but it still wasn't easy to navigate.

She swerved towards a fairly solitary little house on the outskirts of the village nearest the city walls. She listened past the sound of the wind bending around her, her feathers rustling and the woods below.

The house was clattering from within.

She startled as two humans tumbled out of it, the door coming clean off as someone inside kicked it down. They scrambled in the dirt to escape but two massive wings with black feathers walked out behind them.

Thena dove.

"Please!" the older human - barely a man of twenty, by the looks of it - held out his hand. "Please, I'm sorry!" We didn't-"

Thena skidded in the dirt to land between the pathetic little humans and their predator. "Gilgamesh!"

"Thena," he frowned, not looking all that surprised to have been caught terrorising a couple measly mortals. "What are you doing here?"

"The farmers noticed you had slipped off," she clarified, still standing in front of the humans on the ground. She looked over her shoulder, "what in all spirits' name are you-"

The older one had a length of cord around his neck, holding a pendant of sorts. It was paler than ivory and larger than the fang of any beast. It was curved and pointed, although clearly aged.

Thena blinked, "is that-?"

Gil nodded, walking past her and leaning down to the snivelling boys. He pulled the cord right off the older one, "I asked around. A few pixies told me that they knew of some humans who told stories of their grandfather fighting in a great war in the Southern Isles."

Thena accepted the tip of her horn from him, shaved down and bound in the leather cord to be worn like a good luck charm.

Gil glared down at them, "maybe I should fashion something similar out of your teeth--see how you like it."

"Gil, stop it."

All three of them looked at her as she rolled her eyes as if they were young boys tousling for fun. Gilgamesh balked at her, "they were wearing your horn as a trinket, Thena."

"After their grandfather broke it," Thena finished, no latent trauma surrounding such an old injury. She met Gilgamesh's eyes, "more than a century ago."

"Y-Yes!--yes, exactly!" the younger one attempted to speak now that his brother's words had left him. "I-It was passed down to us, but we didn't-"

"I was told you parade it around proudly," Gil leaned down to glare at the younger boy in all his intimidating might. His wings bristled, "you stand in the town square and regale the people about how your grandfather felled a faerie and made off with this as his prize."

Thena sighed, pulling the boy back and away from Gil's snarling. She picked him up by the back of his tunic, although he wasn't entirely ready to stand on his own legs again. "Boys are showoffs when they're young. Ikaris used to ask people to dare him to see how far down he could swim before his wings became too heavy to resurface."

"Thena," Gilgamesh crossed his - massive - arms at her.

"Gilgamesh," she said much more gently, nudging the older one behind her as well. She tipped her chin up faintly, "I know they're wrong for it. I'm not saying I'm happy to know what they've done. But the crime isn't theirs."

Gil eyed the piece of horn in her hand. He shuddered, "it's detestable."

"That, it is," she sighed, looking down at it as if it were just some trinket and hadn't once been a part of her. "But it won't do anyone any good if you hold them responsible for the crimes of someone else's past."

Gilgamesh wilted, and she smiled at the resurfacing of that gentle heart he had. He was a strict guard and a valiant fighter, but she had come to learn that he was very sweet in nature. He stepped closer to her, "are you sure about this?"

"Quite," she promised, not moving in the slightest as he bent his face close to hers. Her eyes flicked up to his to prove her resolve. He had nice eyes.

Gil just barely moved his eyes from hers to the humans behind her, huddled down behind the protective veil of her wings. Gil took the liberty of moving them so he could glare at the boys unobstructed. "You're lucky. If she weren't here I'd be flying you out over the cliffs and dropping you in the sea."

The humans didn't need any more reason to turn and flee, their family heirloom all but forgotten.

Thena resettled her wings, giving him a reproachful smile, "you'll undo all of our hard work to improve our reputation in the area."

Gil sniffed, still watching the human boys run for their lives. He rolled his shoulders and his wings before chuckling, "that's not true. The humans here love you. If they need to think me a beast, then let them."

Thena shook her head with a smile. She moved behind him, finding his wings ruffled from the tussle of earlier. Her hands moved delicately, righting his feathers for him. "You are not a beast."

"No?" he asked over his shoulder as he let her preen his wings for him. He sounded humoured. "You don't find me scary?--even a little?"

"Please," she let out a tiny laugh as she moved her fingers over his shimmering black feathers with their earthy undertones. They were beautiful. "You are no more frightening than Druig thinks he is."

He hissed as if she had struck him, and her hands flinched back for a second, worried she had plucked something the wrong way. He laughed again, though, "comparing me to your brother? And the younger one, at that?"

Her laughter joined his, "only in that you might think yourself frightening, but I know for a fact that your heart is quite magnanimous."

With her hands done their work on his wings, he turned to face her again. His wings flexed behind him, refreshed. They really were beautiful; Thena clasped her hands behind her. He grinned at her, "know my heart well, do you?"

Thena gulped as he stepped closer. Her wings reflexively twitched, but she had them pinned against her back for exactly this reason. Their eyes danced around each other's faces. "I think I know it better than most."

It seemed her answer had succeeded in charming him--humouring him, at the very least. He reached out, and for a moment she thought he was going to touch her cheek. But his hand continued to the bone of her wing, smoothing out some of the small, downy feathers he had touched when he moved her wing before.

She shivered; no one had ever touched her wings like this before. Was this what it felt like when she had preened him?

He pulled his hand back and looked as if nothing had happened at all, "ready?"

"Hm?" she blinked, having lost all previous trains of thought.

"Ready to head back?" he asked with a nod of his head, and another smirk threatening to spread over his face.

Thena just nodded, offering a smile she hoped didn't look ruffled. He took off first, his wings spreading and lifting him into the air in one strong motion. They were really were beautiful wings.

[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.

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A Rewrite of Descendants

From someone who has never watched Descendants, featuring the amount of information I got from scrolling through Wikipedia.

This is gonna be long as fuck. Bear with me.

Background

Auradon is now Fairytale Kingdom. Isle of the Lost is now Vile Isle.

Snow White and Prince Charming are the rulers of Fairytale Kingdom, supported by The Council of Royals. The Evil Queen rules Vile Isle. (I chose them because they’re all from Disney’s first movie.)

We’re going an ‘Ever After High’ kind of route with this.

There’s now a mentioned (but unexplored) realm called The Page. When they enter that realm, that’s when their story/movie is made. Then they return to the realm that they truly live in, where Fairytale Kingdom and Vile Isle are.

Renamed Characters (Most of them)

Ben (Son of Belle and Adam) -> Ivory (Daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming)

Mal (Daughter of Maleficent) -> Harmony “Harm” (Daughter of Maleficent)

Carlos (Son of Cruella) -> Brutus (Son of Cruella)

Jay (Son of Jafar) -> Zahra (Daughter of Jafar)

Evie (Daughter of the Evil Queen) -> Octavian (Son of Ursula)

Audrey (Daughter of Aurora) -> Romulus (Son of Aurora)

Chad (Son of Cinderella) -> Nash (Son of Cinderella)

Doug (Son of Dopey) -> Émilien (Son of Lumière)

Jane (Daughter of the Fairy Godmother) -> Titania (Daughter of the Fairy Godmother ; Transgirl)

Lonnie (Daughter of Mulan) -> Guanyu (Daughter of Mulan)

And now for the actual story!

Our movie begins with a flashback. The cast of the Snow White movie come tumbling out of a portal, all in a state of confusion. The good guys of the movie stumble back from the Evil Queen in fear, and quickly, they set off to find their own place away from her.

We have a quick montage, watching a kingdom get built up around the portal (which leads to The Page). We focus mostly on the central castle throughout this expansion. Suddenly, the castle becomes significantly larger and more intricate, and we zoom in.

We see Snow White and Prince Charming, now Queen Snow White and King Charming, leading the Council of Royals, a council of all non-evil Disney Royalty. Together, the Council declares that the villains are banished from Fairytale Kingdom, sentenced to live forever with each other on Vile Isle. We watch the villains relocate, and when the last of them gets the last of their things onto the Isle, a magical barrier rises, separating them from Fairytale Kingdom.

 We then fast forward a few years, and for the first time, we see Ivory, the now 16 year old daughter of Snow White and Charming. Ivory is announcing that, as her first ruling as future Queen of the Council, she is inviting four children from Vile Isle to spend time in Fairytale Kingdom. She wants to show her future citizens that villainy isn’t inherited.

During Ivory’s announcement, we see that her parents seem a little anxious, though still supportive, though once they’re away from everyone, they repeatedly ask Ivory if she’s really sure about this idea. After Ivory insists multiple times that she is, her parents simply sigh and give in. They ask who she plans to bring over, to which Ivory says “Well…”, and then we transition to the next scene.

 We zoom out from Maleficent polishing her scepter before checking her horns in the mirror. As she looks over some minute detail, we see a 16 year old girl, her daughter Harmony, slowly sneak up behind her before yanking away the scepter. Maleficent stands up and turns in shock, lightly scolding Harmony for startling her and for taking her scepter. Harmony insists that she just wants to borrow it and that she promises to give it right back. Maleficent says that if she needs magic so badly, she can take the spinning wheel, to which Harmony complains that it’s “too you” and that she wants to be her own villain. Maleficent scoffs and makes some comment on the prominence of the spinning wheel before allowing Harmony to take the scepter and waving her off as permission to be on her way.

With that, Harmony rushes out of her mother’s decrepit castle, buddying up with Cruella’s son Brutus outside of the door. The two butt shoulders and laugh to each other before taking off, collecting Zahra (Daughter of Jafar) and Octavian (Son of Ursula) along the way. They cause some generic chaos in the name of villainy, and we get a song from the friend group about how it feels good to be evil, but their singing and fun comes to a halt at the shore of the island, where they see a guard from Fairytale Kingdom has landed in a boat.

 We skip forward a tiny bit, where we see the rest of Vile Isle’s population now with our villainous teen friend group. As the guard reads off the offer from Princess Ivory, we see that a surprising amount of the villains seem rather protective of their kids.

(Cruella scoffs at the idea. First Fairytale Kingdom was ‘too good’ for them, and now suddenly they want them back? She wants groveling, not this pretentious announcement.)

(Jafar seems to be scheming something already, and Zahra seems to be in on it.)

(Ursula refuses, speaking harshly and sharply to the guard before speaking in baby talk to her son.)

(Maleficent also refuses in an even sharper, though much calmer, manner.)

But Harmony has an idea, and she whispers it to Maleficent before pulling off some pleading puppy eyes. Maleficent reluctantly agrees, followed by Jafar, Cruella, and at last, Ursula. With that, Harmony, Brutus, Zahra, and Octavian join the guard on the boat and set sail for Fairytale Kingdom, with their friends and family waving goodbye to them from the shoreline.

(But before anyone leaves, Maleficent shrinks down her spinning wheel and transforms it into a magical needle, while no one is looking, and gives it to Harmony, telling her that it will be there when she needs it most.)

 Now in Fairytale Kingdom, the four meet Ivory, her self-proclaimed best friend and advisor Romulus (Son of Aurora), and the Fairy Godmother, who is the kingdom’s protector and the founder of the kingdom’s biggest school. Ivory extends to them a warm welcome, and she and her two companions provide the villain kids with a tour.

 Later, we see the villain kids all sharing a sort of dorm room together. Once everyone gets comfortable, Harmony announces her big idea: They steal the Fairy Godmother’s magic wand and use it to switch the populations of Fairytale Kingdom and Vile Isle, giving the villains more luxury and space while giving the good guys a taste of cramped space and struggle. Zahra says that that’s just what she had in mind, and Brutus and Octavian both quickly agree to the idea.

The next day, some time before or after they go to school, Zahra uses a magic necklace from her father to locate the Fairy Godmother’s magic wand, leading the group to a nearby museum, where they find it protected by a magic barrier. Harmony plays innocent and asks some other museum guests why the Fairy Godmother’s wand is here instead of with her, to which someone responds that the Fairy Godmother “hardly uses that old thing anymore”, though it does still get used for ceremonies sometimes. In fact, it’s going to be used when Ivory gets officially crowned Queen of the next council.

After learning this, the villain kids decide to wait things out until the ceremony, and in the meantime, they can attend classes and act as normal.

Annnnnnddd, we’re stopping here, because this is even longer than I remember it being.

Part 2