#c: Isabel

[void-botanist]

OCKiss 2025 Day 7: Victory

OCs: Spinder Callawel and Isabel Hendriss

Setting: locality space, specifically the city of Salles on the planet Antarac

Words: 501

Content warnings: none

Notes: this takes place not too long after Nicea.

The Nebulae and the Geese were tied, a flurry of black-and-purple and white-and-yellow on the asphalt as the third period clock ticked down to the last seconds. In the bleachers, Spinder unconsciously gripped his knee, watching the Nebulae regroup and skate for the goal again. Isabel had made a number of goal shots this period, but every single one of them had been blocked or bounced off the rim. The Geese were playing hard today, and if the game went into overtime, their slippery main scorer would be let off the bench and might beat Isabel to the punch.

Seven seconds left. Maybe he should be shouting like the people around him but he was fully focused on the swirling Nebulae. The logical play would be to pass to Hanno and have her shoot the goal, which was exactly why Isabel took the shot. The ball skimmed the edge of the goal and the back of the goalie’s skate, but it went in just as the timer went off.

He was on his feet, swept up in the cheers from the bleachers that almost drowned out the “Nebulae win four to three” from the announcer. Isabel circled the goal with her hands up in victory, her chest heaving under her uniform. Then she aimed for the bleachers. He leaned out over the concrete wall to give her the usual high five, but instead of just zipping by, she stopped dead at the wall, grabbed the front of his shirt collar, and stooped from her six-feet-on-skates to kiss him on the lips.

His eyes fluttered closed almost automatically. The tone of the cheers around him changed, and he could feel a horrible hot blush rising in his cheeks.

When Isabel gently pushed him back, she grinned down at him. “I’ve always wanted to do that.” Then she patted his crumpled collar and skated back to her team.

Spinder sat back down on the bleachers, his face still on fire around his incredulous smile.

“You better ask her out after that,” said the person next to him, excitement all over their face.

He gave them a half-sheepish look in return. “I already did. She’s my girlfriend.”

They laughed and slapped his shoulder. “Good for you, man. Good for you.”

He looked back to the rink. The Nebulae were celebrating and shaking hands, and Isabel looked so happy, probably laughing at some joke her teammates had told. His girlfriend. The smile on his face grew despite his lingering blush. His girlfriend who he was going to treat to a victory sundae she would share with him but eat most of anyway, and he really wouldn’t mind. His girlfriend who he would go home with after, because he pretty much lived in her house when he was planetside. His girlfriend who was going to be his partner forever and ever—which meant that he needed to tell her not to kiss him rinkside ever again. But just this once, well, maybe it was worth it.

[edgarwayne]

Edgar shook his head with a sigh. "Only if you want to, then there certainly plenty of set pieces and costumes that need to be remade. But you must have your hands full trying to rewrite the composition. I know how to play, but composing isn't my forte. Focusing on the production side of things is the best I can do to fix everything that was lost."

a sad look overtook izzie's face as she sat up. no matter how much she had going on in life, she'd never stop wanting to help other people. that's just how she was. "is there anything i can do for you? i have time between lessons and compositions and i'd love to help."

[junglejim4322]

Possession (1981)

[ironcolouredocean]

sun bleached flies-ethel cain / october-jackson.c frank / stalker 1979 / the ballad of costa concordia-car seat headrest / nowhere 1997 / possession 1981 / Frank Bidart / georgia lee-tom waits / interview with the vampire amc

[fellinesca]

Isabelle Huppert in The Piano Teacher (Michael Haneke, 2001)

[the-insouciant-scientist]

Feast of the rose fashion tiiiiiiiime (feat. name reveal for a certain someone <3)

Had a lot of fun trying to create some seasonally appropriate outfits while working within their personal styles and color schemes!

[sofrosine]

ISABEL MARETTI / MAURA FOSTER

tagged by my beloveds @roofgeese and @lilywatt to make some goblins in this picrew so i bestow upon you all my two favorite ones.

tagging: @voidika @chyrstis @cloudofbutterflies92 @confidentandgood @belorage @strangefable @unholymilf @loriane-elmuerto @shellibisshe @cptcassian @delicateweaponjpg @thedeadthree @inafieldofdaisies @d-esmond @sharkyboshaw @firstaidspray @faarkas @risingsh0t @queennymeria @florbelles @shallow-gravy @socially-awkward-skeleton @imogenkol @zakryah!

[envicd]

❛ can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ? ❜ (Alcide & Isabelle Lightwood ) @seccndchances

"Sure thing, darlin." Alcide offers out his hand with a warm smile, hoping it would aide in their appearance of them being something more than just aquantinces. "I'd offer to knock their teeth in, but I reckon you don't want that." He briefly scans their surroundings, satisfied that he couldn't sense any imminent danger. "Need me to walk you someplace?"

[gardens-of-babylonn]

NO BECAUSE- baby Lyanna is literally Isabelle's (oc) mini me!! she looks just like her mama 😭🫶

[void-botanist]

Your writeblr coffee shop order is ready!

Coffee: Does your character hold a lot of grudges? What is something they are bitter about?

I know I asked for it, but thank you for sending this ask!

This got me thinking about Isabel, because she seems like the kind of person who would hold grudges. And she does in fact have grudges against both her parents, the two people who have wronged her the most. But she doesn't really hold them otherwise? She could make you a list of other people she has reasons to hold grudges against, but she doesn't have time to care about all that. Her brother, however, who seems like the nicest most put together guy, can hold a grudge to the very depths of his soul.

Re: her parents, she is extremely bitter about how her dad treated her years ago when her parents were getting divorced, and later how he treated her brother. On the whole, she's more likely to be bitter about something than to hold a grudge over it, and she has a lot of little bitternesses.

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @kk7-rbs @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[edgarwayne]

Edgar grinned, equally as ecstatic as Izzie. "Okay, give me a day or two to think up a storyline and I'll get that over to you right away. Should we try to go for a full orchestra? If that's the case you'll need to make several versions of your compositions." He shook his head at the amount of work that was ahead of them. Isabel was going to have the brunt of it, so Edgar was determined to take on every other task that was needed to help balance things out. "Other than that leave the rest to me. I'll work on recruitment and production. It's the least I can do to help you out."

izzie's eyebrows shot up in delight, and before she knew it, she was bouncing up on her toes. "i wouldn't mind composing an entire ballet! when i say that this art form lives rent free in my brain, i really do mean it. i'm constantly thinking of new pieces, and this will be exactly the project i need." she was so excited, she had to contain an entire squeal that was building in her throat. "okay, i need to get started immediately. tell me what else you need me to do and i'll do it."

[simadelics]

London, 1895

Isabelle

“Dear God, please return Mother to us. Everyone will be happy again. Thank you kindly, and yours sincerely, Isabelle Louise Cavendish.”

Thomas

Every time Father returns home from his work, I think it will be Mother. I asked Kenny if he feels the same, and all he had to say was that it seemed an unreasonable thought, though he was prone to it at times just as well. I wish I were more like him.

Since Mother left, I have been behaving like a stupid, snivelling child, and I cannot make myself act as I should, no matter how much I try to. I fear that I have never been the best of sons: I am loud, I am foolish, and I often make jokes when silence would be preferred. When Mother returns, I promise to not harass her with my childish games, and I promise not to run in the halls when I am feeling excitable. I will be the duplicate of my elder brother, or as close to him as I could be.

The only fortunate consequence of all this chaos is that I am often forgotten about as Isabelle is sent off to bed, Father is nowhere to be seen, and Kenny puts himself to sleep at the same time each night, as he always has. I stay up by the front door reading Mother’s stories — just in case it might be the very hour she returns — and I feel as I would when she used to tell me her stories until I fell asleep.

Kenneth Jr.

There is a coldness in our house that remains even as we reach the winter’s end. An odd sort of mourning has fallen over us all in Mother’s absence: she is gone, and in a different sense than she was before, but we do not know how nor why. Father has not acknowledged it, and we know better than to approach him with the questions so weighing on us; even if we had not, though, he is so busy working of late that we hardly see him besides when a door is shutting behind him or opening in front of him.

As eldest son, it is I who is left to guide Thomas’ and Isabelle’s piteous stares. I miss Mother dearly, but my grief must be straight-faced and silent: anything more than a commiserating nod and a pat on the shoulder, and I may bring to them the despair that I am trying not to feel — I do not want to succumb to this hopelessness that has been clawing at me. I had begun to feel my role unappreciated (the role of the eldest son is rewarding unto itself, I understand, but these days have been so difficult) when, during the night, Father came to my room as I slept, and thanked me. He did not say why, but I knew.

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[prydainroyals]

A little preview of some of the scenes I'm filming.

The rest of the prologue will be roughly 17 scenes, including its finale/wrap-up.

[adrianivashkv]

Adrian sighed as he walked through the training centre’s main entrance, a lit cigarette already in hand. He wasn’t on time, but he was sober, which was a surprise in itself, especially considering his recent altercation with Benjamin in Barcelo, and his general distance from Eddie. He’d spent the morning considering bunking off again, but the isolation was slowly starting to nag at him; he’d never enjoyed his own company. In the end, he’d decided it was better to attend and be berated for his missed sessions than to spend another day alone; Rose hadn’t sought him out since the weekend either. Adrian was unsurprised, when he pushed forward into the meeting room, to discover that she hadn’t attended today. He’d have to check on her later. Despite himself, Adrian plastered on a lazy smile, taking a drag of his cigarette as he joined the back of the group, attempting to ignore the incredulous expressions that were shot his way. It was hard, though, considering how bright everyone’s auras were. His friends were a sea of colour, and although it was nothing new to him, it only added to the tension he felt. “Well don’t stop on my account,” he spoke up, cutting through the silence his tardy arrival had caused.

[ichxgo]

tell me what happened to you. are you alright? [from the 'unkindness of ghosts' prompts]

@reservedcloud || an unkindness of ghosts || no longer accepting

Ichigo winces as he pushes himself upright, the edge of the training platform digging into his back. 

His sleeve is half-burned, blackened and still faintly smoking near the shoulder, where the Kidō spell went sideways. Not that it hit so much as detonated out of his arm as if his spiritual pressure was suddenly made of napalm.

He glances up at Isane, but then huffs, dropping his eyes and trying to lever himself up on his good arm. 

He didn't know she'd been around or he might've asked for advice.

“Just trying to get a handle on this binding spell… That’s supposed to be easy, right? Didn’t know it’d blow up if I poured too much reiryoku into it.” His mouth twists into a scowl, eyes narrowing at the scorched fabric. “Seriously.” He huffs again. There’s no way he’s admitting to Rukia it’s harder than it looks. Not after all the shit he said.  “No one told me Kidō could explode.”

He pauses though.

"Hey, you're usually pretty busy. You didn't come over here for me, did you?"

[kaitcreates]

*trying to pick out a game to play*

Jace: Growing up, I played the quiet game with my dad all the time.

Jace: I would play the Quiet game, the Sit Still game, the Ask For The Cheapest Christmas present game… One year I won because I asked for a pile of dirt.

Isabelle: Your childhood makes me sad.

Alec: What about apples to apples?

Jace: Is that like Wash the Dishes?

Isabelle: By the angel it just got sadder.