Isabella Viola Tulach

Fierce captain of Neptune’s Rage. Fiercer sister to Miles and Emerson Tulach.

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blueblxod‌:

If he said that he didn’t want to kiss her, would be a lie, as she was very attractive, and nothing was really stopping him from wanting it, he was not taken, he wasn’t exclusive with someone anyone. “I mean, you’re beautiful… I would be lying if I said I’m against that…”

Isabella’s lips quirked up ever so slightly in amusement. Despite Isa’s feelings towards royals, Carlos didn’t make her want to kill him or herself. Was that progress? He was pleasant and refreshing kind-of. She’d enjoyed their chat, the few days previously. She wouldn’t kick him out of her company. “I don’t tend to mingle with royals,” she told him. “On account of my intense dislike towards them and their values,” to put it mildly, she added. “But you-- I could make an exception for,” she found herself saying, a charming smile sitting on her lips. She patted the space beside her. “Join me if you’d like,” she said.

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aoifeflanagan‌:

Aoife ran her hand through Isa’s hair as they kissed. After a few moments, she pulled away. Then she said “So what has you needing to let off steam? And is there anything else I can do to help?”

Isa hadn’t been expecting to have to talk. She’d been fully expecting to just kiss someone until it lead to something more or nothing. “Honestly, pick anything on this island other than my siblings...” she uttered. “But I didn’t come out to talk about it,” she added. “I’d rather drink, or fool around,”

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Luka, Chase, Tommy + #2

#2 marry, cuddle, sleep with.

“Fuckin’ hell. I guess I’d…Marry: TommyCuddle: LukaSleep with: ChaseTommy is already my right-hand guy, we’re already basically married. We spend a hell of a lot of time together, and we don’t hate each other yet, so why not put a ring on it. Luka well– he’s warmblooded [don’t ask me why I know this] so he’d be the best to cuddle, especially if it’s cold. And beside’s we’ve already–. Chase, well, I’m curious to know, you know? He’s good looking, he’s certainly a charmer. Why not? Beside’s I’ve always had a thing for master gunners,”

@piratextommy @luka-rossi @chasingfoley

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blacktridenthq‌:

Send me three names + a number…

fuck, marry, kill

marry, cuddle, sleep with

fuck, take a bullet for, murder

adopt, be adopted by, marry

(TW!) be a slave to, be your slave, sell to a slave market

kill, betray, have on your zombie apocalypse team

seduce, steal from, serenade

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mistrcssdracul‌:

“I empathise with you, my dear, but I’m afraid I am going to have to decline both offers,” Guinevere remarked after a good minute’s thought. Yes, the pirate’s lounge was a place to relax and take some time away from the royals– or, really, anyone else that might be considered a bother as it seemed not many pirates actually tended to frequent the space much anymore, but she had never used it as a place to ‘hook up’, as the younger people called it. Leaning back against one of the sofas with a cigar between her fingers and a glass of wine set on the table in front of her, she studied the young captain. It was certainly an odd ultimatum to bring up to someone like Gwen and she could not, in good conscience, accept either offer. No matter the fact that she was faced with a Tulach demanding it.

“Leave or kiss you… Considering I am comfortable where I am, I don’t suspect I’ll be moving from this spot for a while. And your other option… well, it would be rather inappropriate to do such a thing as I think I am just a smidge out of your age bracket.” A short puff from her cigar created a generous cloud around her, before the pirate sighed. She did not miss her days in Portsmouth by any stretch, but from time to time, the lack of contact with people of her own age was quite the downer, let alone receiving this sort of attention from them. If only there were more people like her in piracy… Alas. “Are you quite sure you wouldn’t prefer to talk to me about whatever’s going on, Isa?”

She hadn’t really thought Guin would accept either option she’d placed in front of the woman. Despite this, she’d offered it. For nothing more than curiosity, and of course, the want to actually let off some steam. Of course, there were plenty of people around, more suitably in her age bracket, that she could pursue. Which she would most probably pursue. And it would take simply stepping from her comfortable place and wandering over the bar, or any other booth in the lounge. But, Isabella was quite comfortable herself, and the rum mixer she’d procured wasn’t even half drunk yet.

Instead, the brunette pressed her lips together simply and leaned back, bringing her drink with her. She took a sip from the glass, the thin straw sat simply between her lips. Afterward, she rolled it around the glass with her tongue. “I’m quite sure I don’t want to talk about it,” she replied finally. “But I’m fine to sit and drink,” she added. “For now,” 

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aoifeflanagan‌:

Aoife raised her eyebrows at the other woman’s words. “I can understand that need” she said. She debated for a moment, before leaning forward and pressing her lips to Isa’s. After all, she could do with letting off some steam too.

“It’s an...entirely...human need,” she drawled slowly, quietly. Isa’s hands went to cup Aoife’s face. It was a slow, drawn-out kiss which although entirely satisfying left you wanting more. 

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blueblxod‌:

“Is kissing an actual option…?” he looked at her confused, or was she just trying to make him leave?

They’d shared a moment, however brief it had been, on the beach. Both missing the freedom they’d once had on the ocean. It was rare for her to empathize with royalty. But on some level, she had with him. She arched a brow. “Why, do you want to kiss me?” she queried.

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kinzie-m‌:

Kinzie looked up at Emerson’s sister, surprised at the bluntness. She didn’t mind it; on the contrary, it made her smirk, made her lick her lips as she looked over Isa with slow appreciation. Shrugging her shoulders, the small pirate got up and moved over to her, her hand wrapping around the other’s neck as she stood up on her tiptoes and pulled the other day so she could lay her mouth over hers. It wasn’t a slow kiss, she didn’t think Isa wanted that in that moment. Instead, it was eager, her tongue running over the others lips hungrily. 

In a world that took from you with no word of warning or apology, Isa had learned that you needed to take what you wanted in turn. She could sit and wait for things to happen, hope that they would. Or take things into her own hands. The worst that was going to happen was someone would say no, or she’d have to work harder to achieve what she wanted. She ran a hand through the other girl's hair, twirling her fingers through the locks, drawing her closer as her lips crashed upon Isa’s. Catching the other’s bottom lip between her teeth, she nipped it playfully before matching the hunger the other put forward. Her free hand grabbed the woman’s waist. 

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chasingfoley‌:

“Only when I ask nicely. Which I always do,” Chase smiled charmingly, watching her as she started to walk backwards. “That depends. Did you want me to join you?” He uncrossed his arms, placing them on his hips. “I’m always willing to accept your invitation, love.” 

“Manner’s will get you everywhere,” she replied. Isa regarded him for a moment... Fuck it, she deserved some fun. “Won’t you join me?” she asked, biting her lower lip as a smile stretched across it. She walked further into the water until the waves washed against her shins. The sun beat down upon her shoulders. She was sure she’d have a few new freckles by the time the day was out.

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thexpiratexprince‌:

“You aren’t wrong there” Lorne said with a small laugh. “Before I’d adjusted, I was starting to think I was like the Little Mermaid, but in reverse.” Instead of a fish learning to walk on land, he’d been learning to live on the seas.

“I think most of us seem to feel the same way” he said.He gestured around him and added  “I’ve never seen the lounge so crowded.” It looked like a lot of the pirates were as sick of the drama that came with the royals as he was. “Good thing Roman is smart enough to make sure the bar stays stocked.”

As she refilled his glass, Lorne gave her a grateful smile. Sometimes drinking could fix what nothing else could. “Thanks” he said. “And you’re right. I’m not sure how long it will take them forgive what I did. If they ever do.” He had known faking his death would mean losing his family, but the idea of getting them back and losing them again made his heart ache. For all he had put them through, he did love his family. He gave another laugh. “I’m glad you think so. I don’t think I could deal with both my family and you being upset with me.” The Tulachs were the closest thing he had to family on the island until recently. “I think most pirates feel the same. Its nice to have a place call home, but nobody chooses this life unless they feel the call of the sea.”

Isa snorted at the thought. “And to think you’d just about found them when Da’ finally introduced us,” she teased. “Like bambi on ice, Lorne on the sea,” she mused.

The brunette cast her gaze around the lounge; it was particularly full today. Pirates sat and stood, drinks in hand, letting off steam and shedding their current royal frustrations. She couldn’t blame them. Not a single one of them. She smirked, sipping her rum. “You can thank Miles for that, he’s always on Da’ to make sure the bar’s stocked up,” 

She pressed her lips together. “They will, one day. I’m sure of it. You’re family, and that’s pretty damn hard to forget or shake. Regardless of what happened in the past. Also, the reason is pretty forgivable. Even if they’ll argue that they’d have protected y’. I mean, it was either what you did, or...y’know-- die,” she said. “I know what I’d have done,” she added. “Plus, the pirate life is so much better,” she reminded him with a grin. “Y’ got the open ocean, alcohol, freedom, Isabella Tulach-- what more could y’ want?” she asked, jesting. She shook her head. “You’d have to do something big for us to be upset with ya’,” she assured him.

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luka-rossi‌:

Hearing her answer in Italian made his smile deepen. In a way it felt like being back at home hearing the language flowing so effortlessly from her lips. Besides his two siblings on the island, no one conversed with him in his native tongue, at least not fluently.  “Sto bene,” he replied and added in English, “As good as can be expected given the circumstances.” There was no point in lying to Isa. There were still things he struggled with being stuck on the island, most importantly never having the chance to grieve his parents properly by attending their funeral. 

Catching up to Isa, he walked alongside of her to better communicate with her. “Luckily this one wasn’t too bad, at least not for me. Staying with your sister has aided in that. The last storm was far worse with the flooding. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen again any time soon,” the Italian asserted, recalling how the West Villas had flooded out, along with the Warehouse, destroying much of the inventory. The island needed a break from natural disasters if at all possible. “I take it you’ve been unscathed, or has there been a lot of cleanup behind the scenes?  Spero non sia troppo male per te.”

Isabella’s lips quirked ever so slightly. She hadn’t truly spoken Italian in a long time, and most certainly not with anyone. Occasionally her thoughts circled her mind in Italian; mostly when she was reminded of her times there. The good and the bad. She hadn’t realized how easily the language would pass across her lips. Admittedly, she wasn’t as fluid with her words as she once had been, pausing ever so slightly to get her lips around the occasional vowel or pronunciation. But that would most likely go with practice. Perhaps she’d have to seek out Luka more often.

“Sono contento di sentirlo“ she replied. 

She nodded her head. “Em’s place is pretty well situated,” she agreed. In fact, all the Tulach villa's were. Specifically spaced. Isa’s happened to be the furthest out, not particularly close to anything that could have fallen and damaged it. Of course, it was closest to the coast, so, more open to flooding. Hence why the last storm had been so much worse for her. She’d had to stay between Miles and Emerson’s places for weeks whilst her villa was repaired. Essentially torn down and rebuilt. Which was, although nice to spend some quality time with her siblings, massively inconvenient for everyone involved. Even siblings needed space and privacy, and Isa hated not being able to be in her own space.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” she added, almost tentatively. But to admit that, tentatively, was to reveal some kind of vulnerability, and Isa ever didn’t willingly do that. Not unless she was with Miles or Emerson. “I’m glad that there weren’t any serious injuries or fatalities,” she added. “Plenty of inconveniences of course,” she added with a small laugh. “But everyone’s alive at least,” she said.

The brunette nodded her head. “All good here. Nessun problema reale. I suppose I’d have to ask Meriko if she’s noticed anything that needs fixing. She’s been there a lot more than me recently,” she admitted. 

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blueblxod‌:

Sometimes he felt like he was born on the wrong ‘side’, as he felt a lot more relaxed and like he belonged to, when he was sailing. He loved his hometown, and his family, but the pressure of being a royal, along with the stress, was sometimes too much for him to handle, he also felt like he didn’t belong in that life, like he wasn’t born to be a royal, even more to be a crowned prince, the future king of Finish. He didn’t think that he belonged there, but when he was sailing, it seemed like all his problems disappeared, even if just for a little while, it was already enough for him to feel more relaxed and better. It was the good side about being on that island, he didn’t have to deal with royal duties, and the media, nor with the rules.

When she said that the sea relaxed her, he felt bad that she couldn’t sail like they did before, she probably missed it. He was aware that they stole things from other people, she was a Tulach, he knew that, but what if she didn’t agree with it? Was possible, right?

“I think every pirate is like that, you guys seem to have a connection with the ocean, I’m sure that you miss the sea, I get that,” he admitted, “I know it may seem weird, but I do too, I used to sail back at home.”

“I feel like a selkie, sheadin’ my scales, not knowin’ when’s the next time I’ll be able to put them on again,” she admitted. “She’s my home,” she told him, unsure as to why she was divulging this information; to a stranger, and a royal one at that. But the words seemed willing to pass freely from her lips. “I was born on the ocean, grew up on her. Only left the ship when I had too. In fact, my entire life has emphasized how un-akin land and I am. The one time I properly set foot on the stillness of an island, my parents were murdered,” she uttered. “Pains me more every time I have to leave it behind; however dramatic that may sound,” she added, pressing her lips together. “But my family are here most of them time, and having a place we can all be together, that’s worth riskin’ my scales,” 

She was sharing too much, she had already shared too much. But talking about the ocean, that was easy, that was comforting. She felt safe speaking about the ocean.

Isabella looked to Carlos, arching a brow. “You sail?” she asked him. “Used to sail--?” she corrected herself. Her brows furrowed. “Like us? Or-- smaller scale?” she asked. She paused, before finding herself sitting down beside him. “Where--?” she asked.

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“Look, I need to let off some steam so-- either leave or kiss me,”

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prettiwaves‌:

“Yeah, neither can I.” Waverly replied. Though there was the upside of being on the island and being around Miles more than she normally could be. The blonde did roll her eyes at the next comment. “I think that’s the truth of literally every pirate on this island. Kind of goes with being a pirate…” She pointed out. 

The next question had Waverly shrugging. “Honestly? Stressful, difficult, exhausting, and painful. But we hold ourselves together here. We’ve figured out how to make the most of being on this island.”

Isabella bobbed her head. “Yeah, true,” she replied. “We’re all the same when it comes t’ the waves,” she said, casting her gaze across the ocean. “No wonder we all go stir-crazy on this island when our souls are bobbing on the ocean with our boats,” she mused. The brunette looked back to the blonde, smiling softly. “I promise I’ll take y’ out with me next time,” she said solemnly. “I’m hopin’ we’ll all get t’ go, to be honest,” she added. “I don’t like the crew split up,” she admitted, her brows furrowing ever so slightly. “Even if you guys don’t see it like me, we’re a family. And I get--” she didn’t know how to verbalize how uncomfortable and irritable she got when she couldn’t see her family. “You know,” she followed with, however, because she was sure the blonde did. 

The brunette nodded, dipping her head slightly. It was her father’s making that they were here. Of course, his hand had been pushed by the royals who’d made the laws to hunt pirates down and kill them. But this project-- taking the royals, looking over them, keeping them from their families in some sort of ransom. That had been her father’s idea and will; and although she agreed with his views and the way he saw the world, she didn’t like this island all that much when they were essentially trapped on it. When they had had the freedom to come and go as they pleased it had been a second home; a paradisiacal break from the harsh storms borne at sea. But there was a higher call and will, she reminded herself. It was more important than the discomfort of some. 

It didn’t stop her from resenting the sandy beaches, nor did it stop her crew and friends. “Aye, I know,” she murmured. 

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chasingfoley‌:

“Really?” Chase teased, raising an eyebrow. “And here I was, hoping you were wearing that just for me.” He watched her as she walked, his eyes trailing down her body hungrily for a moment before glancing up at her face. “I think you can handle it, love.” 

Isa walked past him towards the water's edge, a smirk on her lips. “Do women often wear things for you?” she asked. She turned to face him, a brow quirked. She licked her lips. “Done swimmin’ for the day?” she inquired as she slowly walked backwards into the water. The waves kicked at her heels and a smile found her lips. There nothing quite like it. The feeling of the water as you first stepped into it. 

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thexpiratexprince‌:

“I suppose being raised on a ship would be a huge advantage there” agreed Lorne. He had flashbacks to when he’d first become a pirate. It had taken him a few weeks to get used to being on the waves, during which time he had been miserable and half-considered running back to Scotland.

“I appreciate that” Lorne said with a wide grin. “Honestly, I just want to drink and get away from the royals for a while.” Especially anybody from his previous life. Dealing with them all had given him a headache.

After Isa poured the drinks, he grabbed his glass and took a long swig. Then he said “I’ve been back on land less than two days and so far I’ve run into my sister, my cousin, and my former betrothed.” None of them had seemed particularly happy to see him. Which, given the circumstances, was to be expected. But at the mention of Roman, he gave a small smile. “Oh, you know Roman. He seems happiest when he’s out on the waves, although he does like coming back to the island and getting to see what he’s built here.” He took another sip, then said “And how are you?””

She nodded her head. “I’ve seen it hard on people who haven’t known the waves from a young age,” she said. “Gettin’ your sea legs can be tough when you’re so used to the land,” Isa mused.

The brunette glanced to Lorne, a small smile finding her lips. “Fuckin’ tell me about it,” she uttered. “Why’d ya think I’m always here? Or on my ship? Or in my villa?” she asked. Granted, her villa did have a royal living in it, but it was one Isa could tolerate. 

Isa let out a breath, her brows raised. Instead of saying anything, she topped up his glass. Finally, she parted her lips. “That’s rough,” she said. “That’s really fuckin’ rough,” she admitted with a small laugh. She reached out, tapping his free hand with her own, offering her support to him. “And I’m guessing those interactions didn’t go down well--” she said. “Seein’ as they thought you were dead ‘n all. Can’t say I blame em’. I’d be furious if Miles had done that to me.” she admitted. “But, speaking as your friend, I’m glad y’ did. Pirate Lorne sounds much better than Prince Lorne,” she added, her nose wrinkling ever so slightly at the phrase Prince Lorne. She chuckled before shrugging. “You know me, I’m always happiest out on the waves, though I do like coming back to see my family, and how our empire is doin’,” she said. It was only partly a joke, repeating his words as her own, as she was very much like her father in many ways; but being out of the ocean, the most.

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