#;isabelle

[teamlarl]

Drabble - Names

“Do you know what I’m thinking, Isabelle?”

“I wouldn’t think to presume, your holiness.”

“I am a Belladonna. I claim the position of Menagerie’s chieftain as much.”

“I am aware, your holiness. Everyone knows this.”

“Indeed, but I’m beginning to suspect that the name does not suit me.”

“Your holiness?”

“In the context of our struggle, does not the name Belladonna denote weakness? Those who gave up the struggle?”

“I suppose I’ve never dwelt on it... You often speak so highly of the holy mother.”

“Oh, do not mistake me, I adore my grandmother, dearest Blake, bless her soul. But my mother? My great-grandfather? Such connections are... perhaps not the best to be affiliated with.”

“So what would you recommend?”

“My Menagerie does not follow the ideology of the Belladonnas. No, I’ve always felt much more sympathy for Adam Taurus’ cause. Alas, his name has been thoroughly dragged through the mud. But do you know who hasn’t? Which leading figure of the faunus cause have I yet to mention?”

“...Sienna Khan, my lord.”

“Precisely. What a strong name. Khan... Feels almost stately. A woman who was extremely close with the holy mother. Yes, I will draw inspiration from her. I shall take on her name. Her burden. I shall be Cato Belladonna no more. Cato Khan... now that is powerful. A much better earthly title than chieftain or lord. Khan...”

[huntersblackbow]

“Didn’t you miss me?,” he asked, coming up behind and wrapping his arms around her. Slowly, she lowered her basket.

“Of course,” she said, grinning. “But patience is a virtue.”

“Patience is over-rated,” he went on, burying his chin and mouth in the crook of her neck. He was warm, and so was she.

“I have errands. Good things are worth waiting for.”

"Good things are always good, why wait? We’re here today, and might be gone tomorrow.”

“Deep for a dull hunter,” she teased as she pulled away from him. He let her slide away, feeling the soft cotton blouse flow through his fingers.

“Even I can be sharp, sometimes. Impressed?”

“Not very,” she said, backing towards the bedroom door and throwing him a coy smile.

“Playing hard to get after I’ve been gone for so long? Why the cruelty?”

“Because I know how much you love the chase.”

[teamlarl]

Isabelle de Skye The High Priestess Winter Maiden in the year 320 PW

[jamieheader]

favorites from each clique?

I don’t even know all the cliques there are. Plastics, Populars, Jokes and… what else? But so you all, the Jamie Heather fanbase, wouldn’t say I never answer your questions with straight answers, here’s a LGBT one:

Out of the Plastics, I feel obligated to go for Maddie due to the number of times my penis has been in her, you know… well, in her. 

If I don’t count for the Populars, it has to be Isabelle just because the rest of them aren’t popular and I don’t know them. 

The joke the Jocks are is funny enough for me to step on my pride and pick just one I hate less. It has to be Alec because he is a bit out of his mind, which I can’t help but applaud.

The best Burnout has to be my neighbor, Doughnut McDonald’s, merely because she used to live near me and the awesomeness is contagious. I guess. Not much stuck though, now that she’s in another neighborhood.

Favorite color for favorite Hipster. She knows what I mean, though I reckon neither remembers that much from that other life.

I know no Art Geeks and I have no interest in meeting them. Though I guess Holly, for the ghost of the past when she was actually mildly interesting. 

Not a big fan of Charlies, though the name’s cute and works for both girls and boys. Fun facts brought to you by yours truly.

@isabelleo @maddie-chase @cutelilromanticxholly @thedonovanmcgovern

[jamieheader]

🎼

LORDE // 400 LUX

We're never done with killing timeCan I kill it with you?'Til the veins run red and blueWe come around here all the timeGot a lot to not do, let me kill it with youYou pick me up and take me home againHead out the window againWe're hollow like the bottles that we drainYou drape your wrists over the steering wheelPulses can drive from hereWe might be hollow, but we're brave

FOR A SONG, PRESS  🎼

[teamlarl]

“Isabelle, tell me... Do you think that it is possible for me to sin?”

“Of course not, your holiness.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you are God, your holiness. We serve at your behest. God cannot sin. All that you do is righteous and just.”

“All that I do? Oh, I’m not sure, I have quite the imagination, Isabelle.”

“The largest in the world, your holiness.”

“The universe, Isabelle. This one, and all the others.”

[teamlarl]

@the-scientists-grimm

Menagerie was a bust. Cato had heard stories of course, of how the island nation was like before he was born, but it didn’t quite prepare him for... how much of a backwater it was. It was pathetic. He was half tempted to walk up to his ancestor and slap him across his bearded face for how poor a job he was doing, but alas, that would reveal his existence to the world. It was far too early to do that. This was a rare opportunity, after all.

Still, it wasn’t like he was alone in this venture. Whatever force had sent them tumbling into another world had also sent Isabelle with him. The fools... True, he could have found another person to be his right hand, but to nurture that kind of unquestionable and obsessive loyalty took time. Time he did not have right now. So having her around was a boon.

Originally, the plan was to seek out his mentor. She was still alive during this era, if a bit inexperienced. And perhaps he still would, he found the thought of mentoring her in turn rather amusing. But, as always, Cinder Fall was a very difficult woman to track down. Searching for her would have to be something he put Isabelle to doing in their spare time.

The plan had changed though when he felt grumblings in the north. He and Isabelle had been exploring this past version of Remnant for some time when they had first heard the rumors, in some dingy inn on Solitas. Rumors of strange unrecognized soldiers in the outer wastes. Some secret Atlesian military installation was the assumption, but Cato wasn’t so sure.

In all of his many years of research, he had never heard of such a place. Not in this era. It piqued his curiosity, and far be it for him to squash it. What did he have to fear? With Isabelle at his side, he was more than capable.

“Those are not Atlesian soldiers.” Isabelle remarked when they finally reached their destination after a few days of trekking through the tundra.

Cato’s smile was positively gleeful. “No, they’re not. Nor are they from Mantle. They’re not Mistrali, Vacuan, nor are they from Vale. And they’re certainly not White Fang.”

“A foreign army on Atlas soil seems...”

“Impossible? Quite so. But I live for the impossible. Let’s go say hello~”