#ch: idris

[fateunwritten-if]

MC being more quiet then usual and when Flora or Emir ask what's wrong they said Ivan hates their laugh and the RO proceeds to hit the back of Ivan's head🤣

You sit alone in the palace courtyard, staring at a wilting rose. Flora bounds over, plopping down beside you.

Flora: “Whoa, who stole your sunshine? You’re gloomier than Ivan’s wardrobe.” MC: (sighing) “Ivan said… he hates my laugh.”

Emir, passing by with a stack of books, freezes. “Hates it?”

---

FLORA She leaps up, already sprinting. “HATES IT?!” She bursts into Ivan’s study mid-meeting, smacking the back of his head with a THWACK. Flora: “TASTE THE FIST OF JUSTICE, YOU EMOTIONLESS SNOWMAN!”

Ivan: (clutching his crown) “What in the—?!”

EMIR Emir strides in, adjusting his sleeves. “Statistically, 92% of the court finds the MC’s laugh ‘uplifting.’” Whack! He hits Ivan’s head with a book. “Your opinion is an outlier.”

Ivan: “Are you insane—?”

SHADOW They drop from the ceiling, smirking. “Hates it, huh?” THUD! A dagger hilt to Ivan’s skull. “Funny. I’ve heard you humming their favorite tune. Twice.”

Ivan: “I WAS PRACTICING—”

ASTORIA She flings open the doors, face red. “HOW DARE YOU!” Smack! A wooden stick to Ivan’s head. “THEIR LAUGH IS A GIFT! APOLOGIZE OR I SWEAR NEXT TIME YOU COME TO SPAR YOU WILL LEAVE BROKEN!”

Ivan: “MY GOD!—”

KAEL The warrior looms behind Ivan, cracks her knuckles, and delivers a thunderous slap to his head. No words. Just a glare that screams “Fix this. Now.”

Ivan: “…Is this a coup?” Nowww I have a very special edition of this: SHADOW + IVAN

Shadow leans against the door frame, smirking as Ivan tries to straighten his disheveled crown. “Oh, princeling,” they purr, twirling a dagger. “Insulting our beloved’s laugh? Bold move for someone who begged me to describe it in detail last night.”

Ivan freezes, cheeks flushing. “I did no such—”

Shadow cuts him off "It’s… disarmingly persistent. Like sunlight through armor.’ Your words, not mine.” They stride over, flicking Ivan’s forehead, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Admit you’re a lovesick fool, or I’ll tell the them how you sigh at their letters.”

Ivan glares but doesn’t deny it. “This is blackmail.”

Shadow snorts, slinging an arm around you. “Whatever you say. Now apologize.”

Ivan grits his teeth, avoiding your eyes. “Your laugh is… pleasant. Like the sun.” A beat. “…I’ve grown… accustomed to it.”

Shadow rolls their eyes. “It haunts his dreams, and he's obsessed.’” They grab Ivan’s collar, dragging him closer to you. “Now kiss and make up. Both of you.”

Ivan: “I WILL NOT—”

You laugh, bright, unguarded.

Ivan falters, his scowl softening. “…Fine.” He presses a stiff, grudging kiss to your cheek.

Shadow grins, stealing a proper kiss from the MC. “See? Problem solved.”

[godscobhhq]

Barbossa from Pirates of the Caribbean

Name: Hector Barbossa Age: 50 Profession: Harbormaster Pronouns: He/Him FC suggestions: Sean Bean, Idris Elba, Liam Cunningham Face Claim: Geoffrey Rush Availability: Taken

Hector's family had lived in this godforsaken town as long as he could remember. His father had been the Harbormaster for decades before a son had been even a thought and before him, so had his grandfather and his grandfather before that. This town was where good men go to die. Hector's mother had said that.

Good thing he'd never been a good man.

What miserable trade the town took part in went through the docks. No man with a lick of sense would take the land route here. Not with the treachery of the winds and rain that haunted visitors. It skulked in the shadows of townsfolk and tourists alike until it ran out the latter.

The sea was different. You could trust the stars, feel the breath of the sea in each rise and fall of the waves. Hector had worked those waters before he'd taken his father's place. He'd sailed the ferry ships for tourists around the coast, navigated the old fishing vessels, his sweat and blood had mixed with the ocean and so he too was a part of it.

Of course, his blood had found home other places. Too many a barfights in his youth earned him a stool at the seedy joints. Unless he had a bribe to take, he didn't frequent the upscale bars. No point in taking up space where one isn't wanted. He'd already earned a reputation as a salty bastard. It'd grown on him.

As it came to be, he was a man of many hats. If something needed to be brought into the town unnoticed, money needed to end up in Barbossa's hand. A shipment could go missing easily if no one knew to look for it. If a body needed to be disposed of, few locals braved the water past the shoals. If the current took it, it'd never wash up near enough Godscobh to raise any brows. This life of backroom deals had set him up nicely, and he had no complaints.

Only aspirations of more.

Notable character information: Barbossa's selfish desires cost them everything in the end.

[dusklune]

The rain falls steadily outside, a soft, constant patter against the window. Idris eyes are half-closed, the sound of it a gentle backdrop to the warmth of Noor's lap beneath his head. He lets his body sink into the couch, the world outside blurring into nothing but the sound of the storm and the rhythm of her fingers running through his hair. For the first time in a while, he doesn’t feel the urge to move, to think, to do anything. It’s just the two of them, wrapped in the quiet of her apartment, her touch grounding him in a way he didn’t know he needed. His heartbeat slows, hitting bradycardia levels as he just takes a deep breath next to him. "Right now, this is perfect." Idris shifts in his position, sighing contently as he stares into Noor's crystal glowing brown eyes.

@royialty short and sweet

[dxsole]

"Oh, well that's a relief." - setau

😮‍💨 PHEW | Not Accepting.

"I know. I don't know what I would have done if...if he couldn't b—be there." Well, he would still marry Zora, obviously, but he really wanted Idris there. Thoth...Thoth could come if he even cared about the concept of marriage and unity, and if he promised not to make any fuss about it. But Idris was, as far as Setau was concerned, his father and he wanted him to be a part of it.

"Um, I think his flight will be a little later than I'd like, b—but he'll be here in time." Setau smiles, a little calmer now that that was settled. "You know, he's going to want this done traditionally...mainly that I get you a mahr. It's like a, um, gift the husband gives his spouse? I'm gonna have to...to think about something really nice."

[gina103]

Girl From The Belly Ch 6

Ch 6 - word count: 3480 Previous - Next

The atmosphere at home was awkward for a while.

Following the argument with Idris, Lina would alternate between feeling racked with guilt to passionately defensive. It didn’t help that her mother was giving her the silent treatment, still angry at her for what she said, even after she apologized. Lina could only hope her mother would come around soon, but until then, life had to go on.

It had been a long day once again. Lina and Eunice had been helping their neighbor, Mrs. Kettle, with her rambunctious children. Busy taking care of her newborn son, Mrs. Kettle had tasked the girls with looking after her two toddlers, a pair of twin girls, Rosie and Petunia. Lina was exhausted, she jealously watched Eunice bouncing the calm and docile Petunia on her lap, laughing and giggling, while she once again had to pry another object out of Rosie’s mouth.

“It’s not fair,” Lina whined, “why did you get the nice one?”

“Hey! They are both lovely children!” Eunice retorted.

“OUCH!”

Rosie had bitten Lina’s finger, wiggled out of her arms, and run off into another room.

Lina turned to give her sister a look of disbelief and frustration. Children were impossible.

“Aww, Petunia’s having so much fun with you, Eunice!” Mrs. Kettle walked over to where the girls were sitting. Rosie was clinging to her mother’s legs as she walked over. “This is great practice for you girls, right? After all, it won’t be long before you have your own children to look after.”

Lina felt herself twitch in annoyance, she forced herself to agree politely along with her sister.

Mrs. Kettle thanked them for their help and took her children to put them all down for a nap.

“I swear, if one more person brings up either marriage or kids, I’ll run away and go live with the rats,” Lina said as soon as Mrs. Kettle left the room.

Eunice laughed, “It only gets worse until you get married. Then after that, it’ll be all about when you’re having kids.”

Lina slumped down dramatically in her chair, “At least you’re good with kids, you’re a natural with them.”

“Because I don’t throw a fit every time I have to babysit.”

Lina shot her an offended glare. “I do not throw a fit!”

“Yes, you do!” Eunice retorted.

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Do not!”

The girls kept up this debate all the way back home, and even though the past weeks had been hard at home for Lina, she felt so grateful for her sister, gaining a new level of appreciation for her and for those little moments where she could feel a true bond between them.

-

The wedding was only a week away.

Cassian didn’t understand. How could time move so quickly? Fortunately, he didn’t feel nearly as sick to his stomach about it as he used to when he pondered his approaching marriage. He supposed this was due to his efforts in building a friendship with his fiancée. Over the past two weeks, he had made an effort to speak to her more. Instead of sitting in silence at every meal like they usually did, Cassian would attempt to make polite conversation. He was still very poor at conversing with others, but he was on an upward trajectory in both his attitude and demeanor lately.

And there was a special reason for that.

Lina.

She was the true friend he’d always wanted. Her visits were the best part of his day, only appearing to him in the dead of night like a little angel, always in his study where they would spend the majority of their time just talking. For hours, they would talk about anything under the sun, causing the time to simply fly by. Since he had begun reading books aloud to her, Cassian learned that Lina had the same insatiable hunger for knowledge that he did. She would ask him questions about everything, about new words he would read, what the world outside was like, how their nation worked, and Cassian was very happy to teach her. Lina was fascinated by everything he told her about, whether he was explaining how the clock told the time, or how the quill he wrote with was made, her face lit up at the prospect of acquiring new knowledge. It filled Cassian with a warmth he couldn’t explain. Lina made him feel like he was worthy of listening to.

He just felt lighter with her in his life. Cassian used to feel heavy with the burden of loneliness that he had carried ever since his mother’s death. Lina truly was a little bright spot in his gloomy world. He was now motivated to accept his upcoming marriage, he felt ready to step up as the heir to the Silvenian throne, to step up and be someone his mother would be proud of. He felt ready to be a husband, even though it was with someone he didn’t love, he accepted the fact that he had a duty to his kingdom and the legacy before him.

He was ready, and he never would have felt this way if it wasn’t for Lina.

Hopefully she would come and visit soon, he already had a stack of books in his study that he specifically wanted to read to her. Cassian could imagine her expression, lit up like a Christmas tree, hazel eyes sparkling with curiosity.

He was already smiling at just the thought. He’d actually been smiling quite a lot recently, partly because of Lina and also because spring had sprung. Cassian had been spending quite a lot of time in the palace gardens which were filled with beautiful blooming flowers. There was a particularly secluded spot in the middle of a hedge maze that he loved to sit and read at. He could spend hours lying on the grass, absorbing the pleasant rays of the sun. He hoped to one day bring Lina with him to share in all of its peace and tranquility.

He could imagine her now, sitting in the grass, eyes closed, hair blowing in the breeze, soaking up the moment with him.

One day… he thought wistfully.

-

Lina found herself traversing the dark and dank tunnels once again.

She needed Cassian.

She quickly wiped away the remaining remnants of her tears. Her attempts to patch things up with her mother were once again, ignored in favor of the silent treatment. Lina had absolutely broken down, begging her mother to speak to her, pulling on her skirt, apologizing over and over again to no avail. All Mrs. Brook did was pry her daughter’s hands off her skirt and exit the room, leaving Lina all alone to sob on the kitchen floor. Her father having heard everything, made no effort to comfort her, deciding to lock himself in his workshop instead. Eunice had been helping out Mrs. Kettle again, so she wasn’t even home when the incident happened, and Lina knew she wouldn’t have been much help anyway. She probably would’ve said “I’m sorry about Mama, you know how she feels about Idris, I’m sure she’ll come around soon.”

She needed Cassian’s overwhelming presence, his gentle touch, his smooth rumbling voice, his kind eyes, everything. When he’s around, Lina could forget about everything, he was her escape. No mother could snub her, no brother could berate her, no father could neglect her, no sister could she disappoint, there was only him.

Lina arrived at his study to see him looking out the window at the night sky. He loved the stars. He’d gone on and on about the con-stel-la-tions, as he’d called them. She could remember him holding her, standing in the same spot he was now, and pointing out all the various formations in the sky, all while Lina listened to him in raptures, noticing the way his fingers curled securely around her back and how she’d felt so safe and protected in that moment.

She needed that feeling now.

“Cassian!” Lina yelled from the floor, her voice cracking, “Cas…”

His colossal form turned around to search for her, a grin forming on his handsome face. “Lina? Is that you?”

“Down here!”

He looked down and locked eyes with her, “There you are! Why are you on the floor?” He slowly knelt down and reached out a hand towards her, slipping his fingers around her waist and gently lifting her up.

As soon as he brought her up to meet his gaze, his expression changed to concern. Lina tried to smile weakly at him, but it was quite obvious in her appearance that she had been crying. Her usually lively expression seemed tired, her eyes red and swollen.

“What happened?” Cassian whispered, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

Lina had no answer for him, where could she even begin? She looped her arm around the thumb that brushed her cheek and held it tightly, lip quivering.

Cassian’s eyes softened, he slowly brought her towards his chest and pressed her against it in an odd kind of hug. Lina closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest, feeling the steady and rhythmic beat of his heart, it was so warm. In that moment, all her worries and concerns were far away, all she could concentrate on was him and his enormous presence. Nothing else mattered.

“Would you like to go on an adventure?” Cassian’s voice rumbled through her whole body like thunder.

Lina lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Adventure?” she asked quietly.

“We won’t go far, of course,” he clarified, “I have something to show you.”

Now she was curious, nodding to give him permission.

Cassian took that as his cue to start walking. He maneuvered her away from his expansive chest, forming his hand protectively around her. Making sure to grab a lit candle in his other hand, he opened the door to his private study which led out into a quiet and dark hallway. It was late at night, the palace corridors were quiet, dark, and undisturbed, not even the servants were awake at this hour. Cassian turned the corner into another dark hallway, walking carefully as to not jolt his little passenger. Finally, he came to a door.

Opening the door into another pitch-black space, Cassian walked forward into the abyss, setting his candle down on what Lina recognized as a grand pianoforte.

“I would set you down, but I believe I can do this with one hand,” Cassian whispered.

Lina’s heart fluttered. He’d inconvenience himself just to hold her a little bit longer.

She felt herself being pressed against his chest once more, his thumb brushing up and down her arm as he searched the dark room for more candles to light.

Soon, there was a good number of lit candles that provided the adequate amount of light needed to see the pianoforte and both of their faces. Cassian lowered his hand to a spot on top of the piano, letting Lina disembark and sit down. From her place, she had a great view of Cassian and all of the keys.

“Are you going to serenade me?” she asked teasingly.

He looked up in surprise. “Feeling better already?” he asked softly, “You teasing me again is a good sign.”

He reached up and gently poked her torso, earning a giggle from her.

“Whenever I happen to feel sad or upset, music always revives me. I’ve been practicing this piece quite often as of late, and now, you’ll be the first outside ears to bear witness to it.”

Lina let out a small oooh before straightening up in anticipation.

Cassian fixed his posture, placed his fingers on the keys, and began playing what Lina could only describe as the most beautiful music she’d ever heard.

It started off slow, almost melancholy before speeding up into a higher intensity. All Lina could do was listen, spellbound by the sweet sounds of the keys echoing throughout the room. The piece was picking up speed. Cassian’s fingers flew across the keys with expert precision and grace. As the piece found its crescendo, his eyes were closed, he was totally engrossed. Finally, the music slowed once again, finding that slow but melancholy tune.

“You’re crying.” Cassian had stopped playing.

Lina then realized that he was right, she quickly wiped the fresh tears that were streaming down her face. When she looked up at Cassian again, he was just staring at her, his beautiful blue eyes flooded with concern. He looked slightly lost, like he didn’t know quite what to say to her, but Lina knew what his eyes told her. It pains me to see sadness in you, I wish I knew what was causing you such pain.

Lina gathered her thoughts and started talking.

“My brother hates me.” She began, “He’s hated me for a very long time and the other day, I said something to him that I shouldn’t have and now, my mother hasn’t spoken to me since and- Lina’s voice broke.

“I don’t even know what I did to make him hate me, and I feel like my parents don’t even care,” Tears streamed down her face as her voice trembled. “I just feel as though all I do is disappoint people.”

For the second time, she was now sobbing before the prince. Except he wasn’t just “the prince” to her anymore, he was Cassian, someone who was on her side. He gently scooped her up off the piano to hold against his chest. Lina gripped the fabric of his waistcoat, burying her head further into him. She did her best to concentrate on the sound of his heartbeat.

“Lina,” his voice rumbled, “look at me, love.”

She slowly gazed upward towards his face. He had a new kind of conviction in his eyes. He raised her up to meet his gaze, delicately brushing away her tears with his fingers.

“You are, without a doubt, the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met.”

A blush appeared on her cheeks.

“Why? Because I’m tiny to you?” She asked.

“No, that’s not it at all,” Cassian said sincerely, “I can very well think of hundreds of things besides your size that make you remarkable.”

“Such as?”

“Well, you’re charming, you’re curious, you’re intelligent, you’re honest, you’re beautiful…I could go on. “

A shy smile bloomed on Lina’s face.

“Thereee’s a smile,” Cassian said softly.

“What was that last one?” Lina asked cheekily.

Cassian leaned in, heating up the air around her and filling her vision like the night sky.

“I said, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Oh.

Oh.

Cassian pulled away, leaving Lina to remember how to breathe. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, he had such an effect on her, it was hypnotizing and annoying at the same time.

“Y-your highness…” she trailed off, in a rare moment, Lina couldn’t find the words.

“My apologies, have I made things awkward?” Cassian asked nervously, studying her expression which, to her embarrassment, seemed to be growing more tomato-like by the second.

A high-pitched “No!” squeezed its way out of her. Why did she have to lose her cool right now? Cassian was now openly flirting with her, there was no way she could let this opportunity go to waste.

Lina cleared her throat before continuing. “I was just surprised by your boldness, your highness. I didn’t know you were capable of complimenting women.”

Cassian threw his head back in laughter. “You are the bold one now! Calling me your highness and disrespecting me in the next sentence! I never know what to anticipate from you.”

“I’m not sure I would call it disrespect, I’m merely inspiring humility.”

“Oh yes, of course you are,” Cassian smiled fondly at her, once again brushing up and down her arms with his thumbs. He had a wistful look in his eyes, as if he was remembering something happy.

“I wish you could’ve met my mother, I’m certain she would’ve loved you.”

Lina looked at him curiously. “How so?”

This was the first time Cassian had ever mentioned his mother to her. She’d of course, heard about her death when it had taken place all those years ago. She’d heard about how hard it had been for him at the time, and how different relations within the royal family changed because of it. Lina was only a young girl at the time, but she remembered feeling a lot of sympathy for the prince who was just as young as she was when it happened. She couldn’t imagine the pain he must have experienced at an age where the extent of one’s loss should be limited to losing a favorite quill.

“Well…” He thought for a moment, “She loved all people, all animals, all creatures of any kind. I know she would’ve treated you with respect and kindness, maybe even a little more, just because of how happy you make me.”

“I make you happy?” Lina asked quietly.

Cassian looked her in the eyes, “Yes, very happy. Was it not obvious enough?”

Lina laughed. “Oh Cas, you make me happy too!” She turned her head and kissed the closest digit she could reach, “Very happy.”

They both gazed at each other, simply enjoying the moment. Lina heard the sound of birds chirping outside. They both turned to look out the window, the sky was brightening. Sunrise was approaching.

“I really should be getting home now, before anyone notices I’m gone,” Lina said, she wished she could stay with him forever. It would be a lot better than going back to her family now.

Cassian looked sad to see her go. “If you must…I won’t keep you.”

He rose from the piano bench, once again bringing her close to his chest to make his way back to his study. Lina did her best to savor the closeness, listening to his heartbeat thud in his chest with eyes closed in bliss. She had no idea how long she’d be able to keep seeing him. All she knew was that she didn’t want to lose this, the feeling of his touch, his genuine care for her, she didn’t know what she’d do without it, without him.

Before she knew it, they’d made it to the study, and it was time for her to leave. However, instead of lowering Lina to the ground, Cassian brought her to his face once again.

Before she could even wonder what he was doing, his enormous, beautiful face closed in. She felt the heat of his breath, his scent, and the warm press of his lips against the side of her face.

He’d just kissed her.

“Goodnight,” He whispered. He lowered her to the ground and let her disembark his hands, which she had been held in almost the entire time they were together.

“Goodnight,” Lina replied. She’d barely processed the fact that Cassian had just kissed her. She felt cold without the warmth of his touch.

She turned to walk away from him, but quickly whirled back around. “I think you meant good morning!”

“Ah of course, my mistake,” Cassian replied amusedly, “good morning, Lina.”

She smiled and waved goodbye at him before finally disappearing into the walls.

It was a good morning indeed.

-

 Cassian had a hard time watching her go.

As her little shape disappeared into the walls, he couldn’t help but wish she would stay forever.

When he first saw her face, red and stained with tears, he just wanted to hold her close and never let her go. He’d never seen her cry before, and it almost caused him physical pain to see her so sad, so worn down. Her family sounded toxic and draining from the information she had disclosed. How could her own brother hate her so much? How could anyone hate someone like Lina? She was such a joy to be around, such a lively countenance with so much love to give. How could someone want to destroy that?

Cassian was sure that if he ever got the chance to meet her brother in person, he would have some choice words for the nasty fellow. In no world did Lina deserve that kind of treatment. She deserved to be treated with the utmost respect, kindness, honesty, and integrity. She deserved all of that and more. All Cassian wanted was to see her shine like the bright ray of sunlight she was.

His mother surely would’ve loved her.

Cassian walked over to the side table and poured himself a glass of brandy. As he took a small sip, the realization hit him squarely in the chest.

He was in love with Lina.

How had it taken him this long to realize it? Cassian didn’t know.

All he knew was that the 5-inch-tall mystery woman he’d saved during his engagement ball had now made a permanent mark on his heart.

[supereffectivemoonblast]

The group of adventurers have had just over a week's break since the Silken Squall left Ank'Harel. Each party member has been busying themselves with their own interests. Notably, Noelle, with the Alleigance's help, visits the Wastewalker children in Xhorhas to check on them, and Ramiel checks on the wellbeing of the Hobgoblins at the Temple of the Wildmother.

Most hobgoblins have fully recovered and made themselves useful around the city, but the mage Arkozul is depressed and guilty, Ramiel begrudgingly comforts him. Arkozul asks Ramiel if he and his allies may visit the Temple of the Wildmother at night to investigate a possible haunting. Ramiel gathers his party and they visit the haunted(?) temple.

A ghostly wailing echoes throughout the main chamber, and they spot a ghostly silhouette of a girl, who animates the furniture and decorations of the church to attack the adventurers. Cherchael Dispels Magic on the figure, who loses all their magic, and is revealed to be a scared young girl. Aerith climbs up to her, and with the party's encouragement, helps her down. This is Shira, an orphaned human sorceror who has yet to gain full control of her magic. With Brucey's patented Good Fish spell, they rustle up a late night dinner for the girl, and bring her to their home with a warm bed.

Shira on the far left, holding Aerith's hand as they prepare for a warm meal.

The next morning, the party are visited by Prolix of the Alleigance of Allsight, who fears he is being implicated in the attack on the Life Dome (Ch 11B). He has had stolen artifacts planted on him, and presumably his bag, which is at the Crystal Chateau. Prolix asks if the party can visit the Omnival Library near the Chateau to check for archaeological records, to see who has taken out these cursed artifacts.

At the library, the bookkeeper Khime, a half-orc sorceror, gets them the records they need and also discusses with Noelle the possibility of helping to train young Shira. It seems there is an opening for a teacher of younger mages if Noelle is interested...

Some of the records seem to be missing important details, such as the cataloguing of artifacts, and after some more reading, it seems all of these come from the same field team: Anbara Flintbreaker, Idris Lornen, and Lymmle Wist. Aerith's team encountered Lymmle's name prior, when investigating who sent the Invisible Stalkers, so Lymmle is a prime suspect. At Prolix's advice, Anbara and Idris are probably harmless, and should be interviewed for more solid evidence against Lymmle.

The party go to the Crystal Chateau, and just before they talk to the two students, Cherchael senses a hidden presence. Brucey Wildshapes into a snake and finds an Arcane Eye watching the party, which Cherchael Dispels. It seems Lymmle may already be on their tail. Anbara and Idris are initially unhelpful in their recounts, but Noelle soon determines that their memories have been altered. With the help of a teacher at the Chateau, they restore the student's memories and have their suspicions confirmed; Lymmle Wist has been stealing things from Cael Morrow, and used thugs to try and off Idris and Anbara.

My take on Lymmle Wist, Divination Wizard of the Sentinels of Memory

Taking the two students with them, the party visit Headmaster Alakritos, who tells them there's been suspicions about Lymmle for a while, and he'll need the adventurer's help taking her in.

Lymmle blows the doors off her office the second they arrive, knocking Alakritos unconcious. Noelle and Earl rush in to flank her, advising her to come quietly. She starts throwing psychic attacks, but the party is strong. Aerith rushes to the open window and closes off Lymmle's exit. Brucey quickly scans for signs of Invisible Stalkers and throws a Faerie Fire, illuminating one. A series of control effects, defensive magic, and coordinated strikes shut down all of Lymmle's options, and she is knocked unconcious.

The party are rewarded monetarily for their efforts, and Prolix is cleared of his name. The party are told to await further missions of this nature, and Noelle works with the Alleigance of Allsight to begin plans to help Shira learn about magic. More next time.

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

Do you feel high infedelity is about CH and TH and that he "brought her back to life". It specifically mentions April 29th which I think some confirm was when she mey TH?

Anon, I am sad to say that this one is a YB reference, not TH. And that? Is because she and TH seemingly met at the pre-Met Gala dinner at Anna Wintour’s house on May 1st, 2016 when Idris brought Tom. Peep them leaving (and who is riiiiight behind them):

These images got written about right away, the day of the Met Gala itself:

YB was there also at the gala, but Blondie spent the night dancing with TH:

The April 29th thing probably happened with YB at Gigi’s bday after party in LA on April 28th-29th, where she wore this:

Would you say she looks Bejewelled?

But fret not! I actually think she used this set up as a pretence in that song to explore not only how unloved and undervalued she felt with CH back then but also “baby boy” YB before and during the writing of Midnights.

Poor ole TH. Zawe Ashton is pretty amazing though, so I am very happy for him.

Thanks for the ask!

[unveilhq]

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casey deidrick, homosexual, male + he/him → isn’t that karter hound? i’ve seen them hanging out with the hellhounds. i hear they’re ancient, but they’ve only been in alexandria since it's creation. they seem to be loyal, strong & protective, but also savage, short tempered & prone to violence.

aron piper, homosexual, cis-male + he & him → isn’t that casimiro ladron? i’ve seen them hanging out with the witches. i hear they're 26, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 8 years. they seem to be passionate & charismatic, but also ambit(ch)ious & manipulative. it’s cool that they’re capable of  telekinesis, divination, psychometry, and atmokinesis!

jamie dornan, pansexual, cis male → isn’t that william strickland? i’ve seen them hanging out with the harpies. i hear they’re 68, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 2 years. they seem to be perceptive & charismatic, but also deceitful & enigmatic.

alex aiono, gay, genderfluid, they/them → isn’t that triniti kahele? i’ve seen them hanging out with the merfolk. i hear they're 21, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 1 month. they seem to be delightful & bright, but also naive & inattentive. 

the following fcs are on reserve

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the following characters have been dropped (or their fc swapped), their fcs reopened

bakir - can yaman, giovanni - frank grillo, kau'i - alex aiono, malachi - ronen rubinstein, omar - idris elba, osric - harry shum jr, rafael - ryan guzman, solomon - rome flynn, uriel - lucien laviscount, zane - michael b. jordan, kandi - michael cimino

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Prophet Idris (Enoch)

Allah has praised Enoch, describing him as being a prophet and truthful:“Mention in the Book (Quran) Idris (Enoch). Verily! He was a man of truth (and) a prophet. We raised him to a high station”. (Ch 19:56-57 Quran) Enoch was born and raised in Babylon following the teachings and religion of Prophet Adam (pbuh) and his son Seth (pbuh). Enoch was the 5th generation of the Prophet Adam. He called…

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what type of drunk are the RO's?

IVAN

His usual composure melts into a drowsy, clingy mess. He slumps against the MC, his breath warm and wine-scented as he mumbles, “You’re… too close.” But when they try to pull away, his arm locks around their waist like a vise. “No. Stay.” His head lolls onto their shoulder, and he mutters fragmented confessions: “Your laugh… it’s loud. I hate it. …I hate how much I hate it.” His fingers fumble with the hem of their sleeve, as if anchoring himself to their presence.

SHADOW

They become a volatile mix of reckless and raw. One moment, they’re draped over the MC’s lap, lazily twirling a knife near their throat. “Bet I could carve my name into your heart,” they slur, eyes glinting with dark amusement. The next, they’re gripping the MC’s wrist too tightly, voice dropping to a ragged whisper: “Why do you keep looking at me like that? Like I’m… like I’m worth…” They trail off, downing another shot instead of finishing.

FLORA

Her energy spirals into hyperactive chaos. She drags the MC into a jig with a bemused bartender, then climbs onto a table and shouts, “WATCH THIS!” before attempting (and failing) to juggle. When the MC scolds her, she pouts, flopping into their lap. “You’re no fun,” she whines, poking their cheek. Seconds later, she’s beaming: “Wait! Let’s prank Ivan! I’ll dye his horse pink! You distract him!” Her plans grow increasingly unhinged, fueled by giggles and spiced rum.

ASTORIA

Her affection dials up to 1000%. She clings to the MC like a koala, nuzzling their neck and sighing, “You’re so warm.” Every few minutes, she gasps, “I just love you so much,” before launching into a teary-eyed monologue about their “perfect smile” or “magical elbows.” She tries to braid the MC’s hair with one hand while clutching a wine bottle in the other, hiccuping, “Don’t move! This’ll be art!” Spoiler: It’s not.

EMIR

His restraint evaporates. He leans far too close, his usually measured speech dissolving into a ramble: “Did you know your pupils dilate 0.3 seconds faster when you’re near me? I timed it. Repeatedly.” When they laugh, he frowns. “This is serious research.” Moments later, he’s asleep at the table, head pillowed on his equations.

IDRIS

His gruffness softens into blunt, bewildered honesty. He stares at the MC like they’ve grown a second head, grumbling, “Why’re you… shiny?” When they shrug, he grabs their face, squishing their cheeks. “Stop it.” His calloused thumb brushes their lip, and he mutters, “Never met someone so… annoying.” But there’s no heat in it—just a rough, unspoken fondness. He eventually dozes off, forehead pressed to theirs, snoring softly.

CALLAN

Drunk Behavior: His mischief turns fever-pitch. He dares the MC to a “kissing contest” with a random patron (“I’ll win, obviously”), then challenges them to a race across the tavern roof. When they scold him, he grins, sweaty and breathless. “Worried about me, huh?” He leans in, close enough to share the scent of honeyed mead on his breath. “Don’t be. I’m invincible.” (He is not.)

POLY ROUTE (Shadow + Ivan)

Ivan: Sways slightly, glaring at Shadow. “You’re… tolerable. Occasionally.” He slumps against the MC, muttering, “Tell them to stop… smirking at me.”

Shadow: Laughs, hooking a foot around Ivan’s ankle to trip him. “Aw, princeling—jealous?” They yank the MC closer, whispering, “Let’s ditch him. I’ll show you real fun.”

Ivan: “Unhand them. Now.” (He’s too drunk to stand, but he tries.)

callan.....

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Prophet Idris (Enoch)

Allah has praised Enoch, describing him as being a prophet and truthful:“Mention in the Book (Quran) Idris (Enoch). Verily! He was a man of truth (and) a prophet. We raised him to a high station”. (Ch 19:56-57 Quran) Enoch was born and raised in Babylon following the teachings and religion of Prophet Adam (pbuh) and his son Seth (pbuh). Enoch was the 5th generation of the Prophet Adam. He called…

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Reactie Amazone Partij Suriname (APS) op het uittreden van bestuursleden

Op zaterdag 05 november 2022 werd Dylon Gary King tijdens een speciaal daarvoor gehouden algemene ledenvergadering (alv) met veel enthousiasme bekroond tot de nieuwe voorzitter van de Amazone Partij Suriname (APS). De nieuwe leiding, bestaande uit Brigitta Parana, Idris Fredison, Mirelda Sabajo-Mannsur, Marcia Jarmohamed, Stanley Liauw-Angie, Jowie Essed, Yvonne Biswane en Gregory Druiventak, gaf het volledige mandaat aan voorzitter King om aan de slag te gaan en de partij te leiden naar de verkiezingen van 2025. Conform de statuten is de APS een nationale partij, waardoor niemand uitgesloten kan en mag worden om een bijdrage te leveren aan de groei van de partij. Voorzitter Dylon Gary King heeft diverse personen met verschillende achtergronden en deskundigheid benaderd om een maatschappelijke bijdrage te leveren aan het welzijn en welvaart van ons geliefd land. Voornoemde personen die vanwege hun opleiding, functie en positie in de maatschappij een behoorlijke drijfkracht en netwerk bezitten hebben zaken binnen de partij snel kunnen bewerkstelligen, waardoor het erop leek alsof delen van het bestuur werden overgeslagen. Door de inzet van voornoemde personen is nu een stevige basis gelegd om onder andere gesprekken te voeren met politieke partijen. De partij maakt vorderingen en gaat robuust de komende verkiezingen in. Nadat enkele bestuursleden te kennen hebben gegeven om de partij te verlaten heeft de partij enkele evaluatie vergaderingen belegd. Ook is er aan zelfreflectie gedaan. Na een afgestane interview, door voornoemde bestuursleden, aan Culturu TV over hun redenen van vertrek, heeft de partij het besluit genomen om op een professionele wijze te reageren. Ten eerste hebben bestuursleden, die publiekelijk te kennen hebben gegeven dat ze uit de partij zijn vertrokken, nimmer op enig moment hebben getwijfeld in de nationaliteit van hun voorzitter. De geboren en getogen Surinamer Dylon Gary King neemt reeds jaren actief deel aan de algemene en vrije verkiezingen in ons land. In de afgelopen verkiezingen van 2020 heeft hij als DNA-kandidaat, als lijsttrekker voor de samenwerking tussen APS/PRO en in 2015 als DR-kandidaat voor Amazone Partij Suriname, deelgenomen aan de verkiezingen. De lijst droeg de goedkeuring van het Onafhankelijk Kiesbureau (OKB) en het Centraal Hoofdstembureau (CHS). Dat de voorzitter King een andere dan de Surinaamse nationaliteit bezit, is bezijden de waarheid. Voorzitter Dylon Gary King is en blijft een trotse Surinamer om de partij te leiden naar de verkiezingen van 2025. Ten Tweede is het binnenhalen van mej. Fairouz Fredison een belangrijke aanwinst voor de partij. Tot nu toe heeft ze getoond goede resultaten te kunnen boeken voor de partij. Mej. Fairouz Fredison werkt resultaatgericht, waardoor velen hiervan een voorbeeld kunnen nemen. Ten derde worden er constant leden waaronder kaders binnengehaald die allen in teamverband een wezenlijke bijdrage leveren aan de activiteiten in het kader van de komende algemene en vrije verkiezingen van 25 mei 2025. Ten vierde zal er spoedig bestuursinvullingen plaatsvinden. De partij staat geheel open voor eenieder, waardoor leden en toekomstige leden een bestuursfunctie kunnen bekleden. Ten vijfde heerst er geen onrust binnen de partij. Beslissingen worden in overleg met bestaande structuren genomen. Ten zesde is eenieder van harte welkom om een bijdrage te leveren aan de visie en missie van de partij, omdat we in eenheid grote verantwoordelijkheden zullen nemen om welvaart en de daadwerkelijke ontwikkeling voor eenieder te mogen realiseren. Ten slotte wil de partij een dringend beroep doen aan eenieder om zich verantwoordelijk te gedragen en geen uitspraken in het openbaar te doen dat als smaad en laster ingevolge artikel 320 juncto 321 van het wetboek van strafrecht kan worden gekwalificeerd. Tevens wil de partij benadrukken om de integriteit van voorzitter Dylon Gary King die gewaarborgd wordt door artikel 9 lid 1 van de grondwet van Suriname niet in diskrediet te brengen. Indien zulks toch opzettelijk plaatsvindt zullen er gerechtelijke stappen zonder aanzien des persoon worden ondernomen. De voorzitter, Dhr. Dylon Gary King Amazone Partij Suriname Secretariaat: Uraniumstraat nr. 22 perc nr. 62 - Paramaribo - Suriname Telefoon: 597-8927203 / 8209360 E-mail: amazone.partijsur@gmail.com Read the full article

[guywithbeer]

If Santa was a Hollywood celebrity who would you want it to be? My money is on Idris Elba.

#santa #aiart #hollywoodcelebrities #hollywood #christmas

[gina103]

Girl From The Belly Ch 5

Ch 5 - word count: 1764 Previous - Next

Lina’s feet were already hurting, and it was only eight in the morning.

Her father had abruptly woken her up two hours earlier, telling her that it was now Lina’s turn to help him out at the market that day. Although Idris had gone with him the previous day, he apparently needed the entirety of today to rest, pack, and prepare to go back on patrol. So there Lina was, standing behind the counter of her father’s market stall while the man himself took a rest in a chair towards the back. It was still the morning rush, so Lina was up on her feet, speaking to customers, negotiating trades, and avoiding people she didn’t like.

It was boring and tedious work. Sometimes, her father would also have her repairing and polishing tools and trinkets on top of interacting with customers.

Lina’s head was elsewhere though. She was quite busy daydreaming about Cassian, naturally.

Over the past couple of nights, she’d visited him three more times, each time being more magical and wonderful than the last. Each visit, they would end up talking and laughing for hours into the night, until the fire burned its very last embers. He would read his favorite books aloud to her, teaching her the definitions of words she didn’t recognize. Lina could listen to his voice for all eternity and never tire of hearing it, his deep and smooth tone, pronouncing each word with such elegant flair. In spending time with the prince, Lina felt as though she had so much to learn. There was so much she didn’t know, so much beyond her little world that she couldn’t even begin to understand, and it was exhilarating. She wanted Cassian to teach her everything there was to know.

“I hope Idris will stay long enough to have dinner as a family,” Mr. Brook said, taking Lina out of her thoughts.

She felt the complete opposite.

She hoped Idris would be gone by the time they made it home, but Lina knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. His send-off would be the big spectacle that it always was. And to think, that spectacle could’ve been for Lina as well, if only Idris hadn’t destroyed all her hopes and dreams. Maybe she would’ve been a watchman by now, with a spiffy uniform and all the respect and admiration one could desire. If only Idris hadn’t completely ruined any chance she’d had at even trying to apply. He had met with his first-in-command as soon as he got wind of her intention to apply, and he had written a letter, a list which detailed all the reasons Lina was a horrible candidate and why she should never be accepted. And of course, it worked.

Reckless, loud, irresponsible, impulsive, clumsy, silly, trouble submitting to authorities.

Lina knew why he did it, why he wrote those cruel words. She could see his opinion of her reflected in his eyes. At every family dinner, every time she passed him in the hallway, every time she opened her mouth to speak, she saw his face twist into a sneer. He wanted his commander to see her how he, himself, saw her, as a stupid, reckless, irresponsible, nasty little girl. That’s why he did it. Not even Eunice was spared his disgusted glances, her association with Lina was just as offensive to him.

It was an incredibly frustrating mystery, trying to figure out what went wrong in her relationship with Idris. What had she done to earn such a poor opinion from him? So much that he should wreck her prospects. Lina figured she’d never find out. He’d never want to be in the same room with her long enough to explain himself.

-

The day slowly wound to a close and before she knew it, the stall was closed, the goods packed up, and Lina’s stomach was screaming for food. As her and Mr. Brook walked down the cobbled lanes of The Belly, heavy bags on both of their backs, Lina imagined herself inhaling her dinner, maybe it was soup with garlic bread this time, or chicken, or marinated ham, or-

“Is that them on the front porch?” Her father unknowingly interrupted her daydreaming. Lina squinted, their home was in view, and on the steps in front stood Idris in his uniform, carrying his backpack. Mrs. Brook and Eunice also stood on the steps, and Eunice, noticing them, was waving.

Lina and Mr. Brook waved back.

“I was hoping we would eat first…” Lina said sadly, her stomach was begging for sustenance at this point.

“You guys almost missed him!” Mrs. Brook shouted as they made their way to the base of the steps.

Idris was standing at the midpoint between the top of the stairs where Mrs. Brook and Eunice were, and the bottom of the stairs where Mr. Brook and Lina were. He looked very disinterested in the ceremony of the goodbye, and he of course made sure to give Lina a very snide glance when he noticed her coming.

“Are you not going to have a meal before you go?” Mr. Brook asked his son.

“I’d rather not, I have to report to my commander in thirty minutes,” Idris replied blankly.

Mr. Brook nodded in disappointment as his wife ran down the steps to hug her son.

“It’s just so lovely to have you home!” she exclaimed wrapping her arms around Idris, her face welling up with emotion.

Lina had put down her heavy bag at this point and rolled her eyes. She just wanted Idris to leave so they could all go inside and eat. He unfortunately noticed her attitude and, shooting her a nasty glare, pulled away from his mother.

“Glad I’m leaving then?” He sneered.

“I’m hungry,” Lina replied impatiently.

“Would it kill you to wait two more minutes?”

“Oh, don’t you two start!” Mrs. Brook interjected, but it was too late. Lina ignored her.

“I might die of hunger in those two minutes.”

“Isn’t patience a virtue inherent to your sex?”

“Isn’t it time you spare me from your self-important reprimands?”

“I’m only making suggestions,” Idris glared menacingly at his sister, “after all, what kind of husband would put up with that kind of attitude?”

Lina’s face twitched. She felt her irritation rising. He always brought up marriage and future husbands to get on her nerves, and she hated the fact that it always worked.

“Why don’t you go back to fighting rats? Isn’t violence inherent to your sex?” she retorted.

“Violence? You mean bravery and courage, right? Something you wouldn’t know about.”

Lina laughed. “Don’t you dare talk to me about bravery and courage when the bravest thing you’ve ever done was ask to be discharged!”

She hit a nerve. Idris stalked up to his sister, looming over her with eyes blazing. It was true that Idris had asked to be discharged before, and even though Lina didn’t know the exact circumstances surrounding why, she knew it was a very sensitive subject for her brother, which was precisely why she brought it up. Maybe it was low, but Lina wasn’t willing to back down.

“You really want to go there?” Idris said menacingly. He looked as though he was ready to strangle her.

“STOP!” Her parents and Eunice had sprung into action, grabbing both Lina and Idris to pull them away from each other.

With faces red and emotions flaring, Idris furiously adjusted his uniform, snatched his backpack up from the floor and marched away, out of sight.

There was silence for a while, nobody could quite process what had taken place. Mrs. Brook turned to Lina, tears already streaming from her eyes.

“Why did you have to be so hurtful?” She ran up the front steps and into the house sobbing.

Mr. Brook just sighed in disappointment, grabbed the bag Lina had put down, and made his way into the house as well.

“You really didn’t need to say that,” Eunice muttered, looking equally disappointed in her sister before following Mr. Brook into the house.

Lina, for once, was silent. She wasn’t hungry anymore.

-

A mixture of guilt, confusion, anger, and frustration all laid in a pit in Lina’s stomach.

As she lay under the covers in her bed that night, staring up at the ceiling in silence, all she could do was replay that scene of Idris’ furious face over and over again. Why was his potential discharge such a big deal? Lina’s regret over bringing it up grew, it was low, she shouldn’t have gone that far, but he kind of deserved it at that moment, and it’s not like she could apologize for it now, Idris was back on patrol, and Lina wouldn’t be surprised if he stayed away from home longer than he normally did.

It was then that Lina noticed how quiet the room was. Eunice was in bed too, but wasn’t snoring.

“Eunice,” Lina whispered.

There was a beat of silence.

“…What,” She replied.

“So you are awake…”

“Unfortunately…”

“Can I get in with you?”

“…Sure.”

Quickly, Lina got up from her own bed. Crossing the room towards her sister’s bed, she pulled back the covers and slid underneath next to Eunice. There, they remained together for a bit, quietly listening to the creaks and noises of their home.

“I’m sorry for today,” Lina whispered, snuggling into her sister’s side, “I didn’t mean to cause so much stress for everyone.”

“It’s alright,” Eunice replied soothingly, “It wasn’t your fault entirely. Idris was just as much to blame.”

“I didn’t really feel bad for him. It was more painful seeing Mama upset.”

Eunice nodded, “I felt the same.”

“It just drives me insane how I’m always blamed or made to feel guilty for standing up for myself. Idris can insult me, degrade me, and ruin everything for me, and nobody will say a word against him. But when I so much as say one thing to defend myself, all of a sudden, I’m the most evil person to ever exist!”

Lina’s voice shook slightly, her emotions flaring.

“It’s just not fair…”

“I know, it’s not,” Eunice pulled Lina in closer, “I’m always on your side, ok? Don't ever forget that."

“Thank you…” Lina’s voice came out muffled. It was then that she broke down. Just knowing that she always had her sister’s love, even if things were not in her favor, filled her with all kinds of emotions. As she cried in Eunice’s embrace, she knew she was safe, that she was loved.

What more could she ask for?

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A bit of a short chapter, but that just means there's a beefy one coming up!

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@creatorsofcolornet and @mcutv marvel poc celebration month

WEEK 2: fav poc led story — HEIMDALL in Thor: Ragnarok

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Pacific Rim (2013)