#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!!

[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

[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!

[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.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

love is not enough | chapter twenty-nine

The sun was setting over the city skyline as the trio made their way to the cozy suite which overlooked most things but gave them the best bath of golden sunlight over their heads and shoulders. Once Q had unlocked the door for them, they filed inside, only to be met with the fresh smell of lilac. Everything was a rich shade of cream and ivory, except for the chaise lounge and the pair of queen-sized beds in the bedroom itself: off to the right stood a small kitchen and the den; before them was the porch and what appeared to be—

“Is that a pool?” he asked aloud.

Excited, Jay and Q hurried over to the back door of the suite to see for themselves. He padded up behind him to see the smooth sheet of water in the shape of a perfect circle surrounded by a long low pale brick wall: the golden light of the sun washed over them in a thick blanket and even made the water glitter despite not being in the direct hit of the light. Even with the cool breeze of northern France, it was still so tempting to dive into that water for a refresh after so much traveling across the British Isles followed by the channel.

He then rubbed his hands together and doubled back into their suite to settle in for the next couple of days. He stripped off his shirt and draped it over the back of the chair closest to him. He blushed at the thought of doing something with those two girls in the water out there, even without any of that oppressive heat found in France in the peak of summer. The whole suggestion tickled him, and more so when he knelt down on the floor before his bags and let the belt of his jeans hug his waist.

Jay and Q set down their guns on the table, and he showed a little smile at the sight of the shiny metal of the barrels.

He had that one shirt which he had packed with him in the bottom of his travel bag, one that was a rich dark navy blue and hung around the shape of his body to make him look soft and comfortable. He took a sniff of the collar and that smell of having been packed away in the depths of a closet as well as an old cologne which he never wore anymore, the scent of a bygone memory. But now was the time to make new memories with that scent on hand.

“Hopefully, in Paris, we can have an infinity pool with our room,” he declared.

“An infinity pool, one of those pools that looks out somewhere and has no wall around it?” Jay asked him as she strode back into the room to fetch something from her bag as well.

“The very same,” he replied.

He changed his shirt into that navy blue button up one, and then he put on a fitted pair of blue denim jeans. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned to Jay, who had zipped up her fitted leather jacket and straightened out her low-slung black jeans: he caught a little triangular peek of her skin, the curvature of her lower belly, right under the hem of his jacket, such that it coaxed a little smirk out of him.

“Very cute,” he noted in a low voice, and he licked his lips. “Makes me wanna put my lips there.”

“What, here?” She touched her skin with the tips of her fingers, and he nodded his head at that. He hooded his eyes, while Jay pressed her hands to her hips. She showed him some more skin as a result.

With a bit of a swagger to his step, he moved in closer to her. He wriggled his fingers at her as if he was about to tickle her there, but then she strode on away from him, back towards the back door and the sunbathed porch. He scurried up behind her and put a hand on her hip. She held still as he slid his hand around her waist to feel her soft skin.

Jay glanced over her shoulder and hooded her eyes at him. He moved in closer to her as his fingers wormed up inside of her jacket to feel her skin, but then she inched away from him, and he let go of her. He rubbed his hands together and showed her the tip of his tongue, of which he slithered around his bottom lip, from corner to corner. Jay puckered her lips at him and began around the perimeter of the pool, still with her hands pressed to her hips. She stopped next to a wicker lounge chair next to the edge of the pool, and she glimpsed over her shoulder again at him, that time with some golden sunlight cast down on the side of her face.

He lingered up behind her, once more with his hands ready for her.

Jay stopped and turned around; he noticed they were right next to the deep end of the water, but it made no difference to him at the moment. She leaned in closer to his face.

“I wanna be in the water with you,” she whispered into his ear. “Let me feel you as we swim away into infinity with one another.”

“Loveliest thing you’ve ever said,” he remarked with a little lap of his tongue again, that time against the edge of his buck teeth. “I mean, really, you have the soul of a poet. Soul of a poet wrapped in soft black leather. The ultimate juxtaposition of hard and soft.”

Jay closed her eyes and moved her nose in closer to the side of his neck to soak in his scent. He hooded his eyes and held still before her; she then opened her eyes and looked long and hard into the side of his face, at which point, he showed her a mischievous little smile lopsided off to one side to give her the slightest little peek of his buck teeth.

She puckered her lips at him again. He knew that he was playing with fire when it came to her in particular, but he couldn’t resist the feeling that she gave him, however. He rubbed his fingertips together as if he was bringing pie crust together: her skin reminded him of the softness and smoothness of the pastry tucked in the windows of one of the patisseries down on the street. A deep chill ran up his spine from the base to his shoulder blades: he could see her nipples tightening up underneath the thin layer of leather which covered her body.

Jay held still for him, and he rested her hands on her chest. He could feel her nipples underneath his palms. Carefully, he slid his hands down the smooth leather. The smooth leather concealing the softness of her breasts and the needle-like points of her nipples underneath there: it was all proving to be too much for him, too much all at once. He then moved his hands down onto her belly: the curvature of her body reminded him of the grains of the hourglass, the ticking of the clock, the setting of the sun, the time he had with these two girls in Europe. He never wanted the time to stop, either, and more so when he moved his hands down to her exposed skin.

He never saw it coming as Jay held onto his shoulder with both hands and shoved him into the glassy water. He fell in with a massive splash. Bubbles swirled around his head and his ears. He scrambled up to the surface of the water and gasped for air. He spat out some water and turned to her with a few locks of hair stuck onto his face and the sides of his necks, and he let out a big hearty chuckle.

“Oh, Jay, you bad, bad girl,” he teased her, and he swam onto his back so his shirt floated around his body like a parachute. He could feel the smooth skin of his bare belly poking up through the cool water of the pool, and he knew that she was all the more eager to see him lain out like that.

“You look like a dolphin laying like that, Tevye babe,” she told him, and she licked her lips and unzipped her leather jacket, and she revealed the little white lace camisole underneath. The lace hem rose over her belly button so it looked all the more elegant and light; he knew that she had gotten that when they were in the lingerie shop from before.

“You sure you wanna get that lovely white lace all wet?” he asked her with a slight grin as he tucked his hands behind his head: his fingers entwined in the wavy roots of his inky black hair. Carefully, Jay peeled back the bottom hem of her camisole and showed off her bare skin to him. She kept up the careful movements as she lay the delicate top over the foot of the lounge chair next to her; she kept the hat on as she bore her bare breasts to him. He kept on floating upon the surface with his legs dangled down in the four foot deep waters; he then lifted a hand and unbuttoned his shirt for her to see his bare body. It was an shirt and it needed a fresh wash, anyway.

She rested her pants on the chaise next to the camisole so she was completely naked for him.

Gingerly, she sank down to the edge of the pool and dangled her feet down into the cool water before him. He was flat on his back for her, and she carefully slid into the water next to him.

She put her knees, followed by her thighs and her hips down into the water.

“It’s the deep end,” he told her.

“Hence why I shoved you in,” she teased him with a little lap of her tongue at him, and she slid down all the way into the water. She treaded the water next to him, and she lifted a hand to feel his bare skin. Her cold fingers sent more shivers down his spine like the pull of a zipper.

“You know, fat floats,” she pointed out as she gently ran her hand over his bare stomach and onto his chest. The water only added to her sweet caress.

“I do know that,” he said with a little smirk. Jay waded alongside him towards his head as if she was about to kiss him there as he reclined back in the water. She instead ran her fingers through his black curls as they snaked back toward the bottom of the pool like the roots of a plant. Her wet fingers caressed him down from the bottom of his jaw to his chest and back down onto his belly.

“This feels like a baptism of sorts,” he remarked, “especially with your hand on my gut like that.” Water splashed up into his mouth, such that he coughed and stood upright: his soaked hair put a little bit of a strain on the muscles of his neck, but it stuck onto his face and neck once again. Droplets flooded down the side of his face and onto his chest.

“I should probably tell you that I have a water kink,” she told him in a low voice, and he raised an eyebrow at her.

“How would that work?” he asked her, intrigued. “I’m not sure as to how that would work.”

“Oh, but it does,” she assured him as she sank down into the pool waters next to him, and her hair fanned out from behind her head against the surface of the water. “It’s more layered than me.” He took a look down to see her arm underneath the wavy surface. He held still as she pressed one hand to his bare soft belly. She slid her hand down onto the waistband of his jeans and undid the button. More bubbles surrounded him as she reached down inside of his jeans to feel him with the pool water as her own makeshift lube.

His knees buckled and he sank back down into the water, but Jay was quick to follow him down.

“The rush of the tornado, the feeling of rain all around us… it’s been a thrill ride for me, baby,” she told him. “But being in the softness of pure water has them all pegged.”

Indeed, it did feel like a baptism of sorts, and more so when his hair began to float around him again.

“It does,” he said in a low whisper. “Oh, yes, it does.”

Q surfaced from the doorway to the porch with a twinkle in her eye and something white tucked behind her ear; he knew right away that it was another joint and he wondered as to how she could be able to smoke that in that lovely suite.

“Hey, you two, you want get some room service?” she called out to them.

“Yes, please,” Jay declared, but he wanted to relish every swipe of her fingers on his skin under the silken nature of the water.

[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."

[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.

[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.

[theoriginallisab]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 60s/70s Vintage Jersild 100% Virgin Wool Nordic - Fair Isle Cardigan - Large.

[thesundowncrew]

Keeping the drawings hidden in his cloak for now, Sow'in revealed both his arms and gestured to the girl. "Then take a seat," said the ghoul, showing her to the dining table. Once she sat herself down, he continued.

"Whenever you are hungry, all you have to do is sit at this table and close your eyes-" As he spoke, he walked over and stood behind her. With slow, careful movements, he showed her both his clawed hands first before shielding her eyes with them as part of the demonstration. "-an' tell Sundown what it is you wish to eat." His ivory hands hovered just beyond her face, never really touching it. As cold as the ghoul seemed, it was obvious he wasn't going to hurt her. He wasn't doing the magick trick himself but was showing her how to get the isle to do it for her.

"Do you understand?" Sow'in asked as he finally took his hands away. "..Now try it yourself."

Her anxiety levels spiked the moment she heard his question, just like before; her reaction just made him even more curious. When she finally had an answer for him, the ghoul settled for it.

She mentioned the kappa. She had been reading his notes. Sow'in felt just the slightest bit flattered, though he was too proud to ever admit or show it outwardly.

Just like the fresh flowers for the headstone, it was easier for Sow'in to make sense of it all if he saw the drawings more as an offering than a gift. A payment of courtesy. "I.. do not dislike them," he said in response. "..However I have no use for any more of them. These shall suffice. You may keep the book if you wish," he pointed out, knowing she was still in the middle of reading it when Lady Vassilissa interrupted.

"An' if you are hungry, you can let Sundown know." As soon as he said the words, a familiar breeze swept by his feet and the ends of his writhing cloak. He looked annoyed, his eyes narrowing and looking over his shoulder as if something was there that Nettie couldn't see. "Why can't you tell her that yourself.." he grumbled under his breath, too soft for the girl to hear.

He sighed, turning back to face her. "..You enjoy magick tricks, yes?"

[libidomechanica]

Moving on the loved at all the phone direction, the bones

A sonnet sequence

               1

And did detain. To draw the Golden Year the rapt oration due where comanded her sombre cave, and to hand like a banner free in such as could run rightest companionship, and sheep, leaf and crushing down from out the more I stand when first grynt; I pleyned first, whose fall’n into region of the deeds eterne on lyve! Moving on the loved at all the phone direction, the bones. The lips of a former sight. Of thilke day that I rente of sweete wyn! Here lies the tints that him his march-movement youth of Greece will soon deceive a maid in man, be born and Ops began to foam, and striven half the well?

               2

’ Darkness must I grow stiff as Lot’s wife, and thinn’d by this: but ere the deserted walks, may find and been quite so good—I wonder to the land, whose fancy’s tenderness, all- subtilising ivory mountains murmur in the day when first she saw he did but lost the door and year which brought with violence to sink; and Jupiter, my Lord and murmurs from the roast meat stopped. And some better fate, while my Nanie, O. Yet, hadst thou shalt drynke! I, clasping at old Florian; have you, you forgive thee: the billow, and bore thee, a beam in dark and truth as if they had to say thus far the lamp and Glory?

               3

God knows not, be with shadow and, daring not worn. ’ Then, what he might slay this page, Yes. Make liquid pearl, and my ribbes al by rewe, and turn withouten except dread Jove think we are. Fixed in your poems stink like bad seruants, show my wits quicker, and they ever in them with muchel care and the widow insisting thus, God yeve his hand: he play’d with the summer breeze compelling maid in man’s solitude, o’erflowing pears! But if you please his soule blessedness of earth can happened the windy grove, and glance about the shattering. That God, whan the Sun, that somme han slayn me as sacred tie!

               4

Of suffered wrack, since what she no more the entertain thy pacience. And find a trouble, and know too much one day: they’re bred, and my ribbes al by rewe, and flung the chorus of Sunday Morning. Reads verse and his woes had place flow’d her stern-frame, till out and gave no country lad is my neighebores wyf so gay? That to me most unpleasing sound; and that sicke-bed lies sweetness, if each day seem to meet the mind bewail’d the found the neighbour by the wakeful bird; behind a desk of seed, and, beat from my cheek, where with April of her feather’s shirt for a day, but that I was cursing home.

               5

But I’ll get through the darkly feels him great worthy be to step into Eternity, our due? Sweet Electra, and came to harm—did you, when every things. The feet, my dark herself lamentation; repented as if we should toss with half the day, lull’d them, and baby loves the wind with gold, and pants as of age,—this king here, and, thy darklier underneath the sun showers, and pulse that have virtuous; what souls in mutual bliss, when May is pastor and hour in reverence be a stille that binds the never look: as he interested not till to the fair and friend, which to serve for every year, as no exception of the narrowing lust of his hand: and bishop celebrate, rather dies. That lay stiff on his eyelids as a churlish billow; and orb into the Grekes to smiles, and merry larks are dangerous tayl. To you, to your list, put this steel so fresh, without offence.

               6

With love, the living breaks bright in the rotten pales of night; each though at first words are rare and rather of the times I must ask charity, have put on heart, and breathed life, with books and men is feasted. From household jar within, than niggard truth to those wordes hadde wyvės that he came, the darkness must under alter’d stalks, or ruin’d chrysalis of one. Tears of pebblestone, I will have; she had been and for her wing, she tremulous isles of pain tortured her own, her lay, where Lugar flows, has the three A. About the feast, when rocks impression do we affect abstraction aptly grac’d: a friend?

               7

Morning hill to dust and boys that cries against my doom, and lull’d the child, and in the bed a tent, and buds and what rest on? And was yong and thus, nor stunted squaws of West or East; but her neck, like to think the wrangling tars, the same night, I find no place and flung around her, walked we, til the heaving misplaced them as a sea at rests upon my flessh, whil that marry with twelve boats out the pyramids built—oh, if indeed, we dreamless: but ther as she wept her teens, and so bifel that it is noght so sweet flower of my eye; and some good, and in some money: for for the beautiful within.