#desctournament

[tideridera]

—  @janefaery​  gets  a  wire  inspired  starter .

                    when  harry  had  told  jane  that  he  would  be  absent  for  the  few  days  leading  up  to  the  tournament,  he  hadn't  expected  anything  really  to  come  out  of  it.  yet  she  had  continued  to  message  him.  even  when  he  hadn't  responded  reliably,  she  had  made  him  feel  seen  .  .  .  remembered.  her  messages  telling  him  about  the  weather,  about  her  rain  boots,  their  short  lived  flirtations,  her  chant,  every  moment  reminding  him  that  she  had  thought  about  him  while  he  was  away.  seeing  her  again  at  the  bronzed  horns  inn  had  felt  like  a  calm  spot  in  the  middle  of  a  turbulent  storm  and  he  had  wanted  her  to  feel  as  seen,  and  as  touched  as  he  had  felt  when  he  had  carefully  read  her  messages.

but  it  was  the  discussion  about  purity  rings  that  had  caused  the  pirate  to  vacate  his  wanderings  of  camelout's  tournament  to  find  her  beneath  the  hot  sun.  he  had  found  the  ring  the  morning  after  their  first  night  with  each  other,  too  small  to  fit  on  either  of  harry's  digits  he  had  attached  it  to  one  of  his  necklaces  and  kept  it  hanging  beneath  his  shirt.  a  gift,  he  had  thought,  like  her  gift  baskets,  but  now  he  knew  it  was  more  than  that.  

                    harry  caught  jane  by  her  arm  the  moment  he  had  spotted  her,  pulling  her  close  to  him  as  he  lead  her  out  of  the  busier  part  of  the  crowd  and  behind  one  of  the  tents  where  he  crowded  her  back  against  a  tall  wooden  pillar.  he  practically  towered  over  her,  expression  uncharacteristically  serious  for  a  handful  of  short  seconds  before  he  reached  for  the  leather  string  around  his  neck.  he  tugged  it  out  from  beneath  his  shirt  and  let  the  purity  ring  she  had  left  behind  for  him  into  the  palm  of  his  hand  for  her  to  see  it.        "        you've  got  some  explaining  to  do,  dove.        "

[janefaery]

INTRODUCING  A  DESCENDANTS  DASH  EVENT

  —  02:  TOURNAMENT  IN  CAMELOT

Following the events of Auradon’s Valentine and discovering the chance to duel others to be in high demand, Prince Art of Camelot ( @arthurjr​ ) has arranged a Tournament in his kingdom, a multi-day event that will offer those far and wide a chance to show off their skills.

Dueling and jousting are the most anticipated events, but archery and melee fighting are also events that visitors can compete in, or simply watch from the sidelines if they prefer the spectator position. Regardless of your role, there’s something to appeal to everyone in the form of food, music, blacksmiths selling trinkets, and harmless games anyone could indulge in.

Before the fun can begin, those hoping to compete will likely need to gear up for a road trip in order to make it to Camelot on time since not everyone can travel in the blink of an eye. First time visitors to Camelot should also consider brushing up on the local culture as many consider the kingdom to be like taking a step back in time due to the way it mixes technology and fashion from different decades in a unique blend that belongs wholly to Camelot.

The travel, set up, and other preparations for the Tournament can be assumed to be happening from now until the beginning of March 2, midnight GMT, when the Tournament will be considered to be officially underway. A list of sentence starters for the event will be dropped before the 2nd and there will be an IC group chat focused on the event at the Descendants discord!

Please reblog this post to spread awareness of the event! It’s appreciated if all related posts are tagged with #desctournament to make it easier for participating members to find!

Tournament information supplied by Bas’ headcanon post, image by Elle.

[tideridera]

—  @hoistsails​  get’s  a  wire  inspired  starter .

                  he  was  nervous  for  the  wrong  reasons.  anyone  else  might  have  expected  him  to  be  nervous  of  harriet's  disappointment.  to  be  faced  with  her  displeasure,  with  her  hurt,  because  of  what  he  had  done.  targeting  their  youngest  sister,  exposing  the  damage  that  they  had  gone  through  because  of  something  she  had  done,  and  the  ensuing  argument  that  had  happened  later  at  the  tournament.  chasing  ceej  down,  nina  being  forced  to  intercept  before  he  had  the  chance  to  do  more  than  shout  and  rough  her  up.  they  were  things  anyone  would  expect  him  to  be  sorry  for.  but  he  wasn't.  that  was  what  was  wrong.

if  harriet  expected  an  apology,  she  wouldn't  get  it.  and  if  she  didn't  get  it  .  .  .  if  she  didn't  get  it  and  she  realized  just  how  bad,  how  fucking  heartless  he  was  he  was,  that  would  be  it.  she  would  leave.  and  she  would  be  better  off  for  it,  and  harry  didn't  know  if  he  wouldn't  say  so.  harry  found  her  easily  enough  in  the  bleachers  beneath  the  starry  night  sky,  golden  lanterns  lit  the  steps  as  harry  climbed  up  the  steps  and  slumped  into  the  seat  beside  her.  harry  took  the  bottle  of  ale  he  had  taken  from  the  camelot  tavern  and  offered  it  to  her.        "        they're  calling  you  harriet  the  black  whirlwind  of  the  arena.        "

[janefaery]

TOURNAMENT IN CAMELOT SENTENCE PROMPTS

These are sentence starters to help encourage interaction for the Descendants Tournament in Camelot dash event, as detailed here. Feel free to edit them and happy writing!

“You’re betting on them in the fight? No way, my money’s on ___”

“Have you seen the competitors for the melee? It’s going to be a blood bath.”

“Did you know they keep a unicorn around here?”

“This place stings of straw and livestock… cozy.”

“So, have you given anyone your favor yet?”

“So, has anyone given you their favor yet?”

“No, you can’t ask the archers if they’ll shoot an apple off your head!”

“Yeah, they’re on the warpath because someone shoved them in horse shit.”

“Finally, I thought we’d never get here. This tournament better be worth the trip.”

“Why are you asking me if there’s going to be any illegal magic shows, do I look like I know?”

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to paint a target on you and have them shoot at arrow at your ass.”

“There’s a fortune teller over there and you’re not going to believe what she told me.”

“You’re going to be cheering me on, right?”

“Congratulations, nice to see that you survived the trip without any bloodshed.”

“Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I’m here for one thing and one thing only, and that’s ____”

“For a place that likes to consider itself advanced, sure seems like it had some barbaric entertainment.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Is ale alcohol?”

“This place is like a fever dream, why can’t they pick a time period?”

 “Who put on sea shanties in the tavern?”

“Did you see that? They’re hurt!”

“That’s the third time today you’ve asked a knight if it’s okay to borrow their horse for a pony ride.”

“Don’t look so worried, they’re taking them to the med tent and they’ll be fine.”

“Hey, stop stealing my food and get your own! There are plenty of stands.”

“That horse keeps looking at me and it’s creeping me out.”

Hey, come on, let’s go check out the blacksmith and see what’s for sale. Maybe I’ll buy you something.”

“You go out there and you win that match. Show them you’re not a quitter.” 

“Are you worried about the competition?”

“Where did that horse come from? Did you steal it?”

“Are you trying to look up that cheerleader’s skirt?”

[hoistsails]

—–    @titaneia​​​ said :       ❛ bring them to their knees . head bowed and fists bleeding — make them repent . ❜

          she hadn’t been anticipating a pep talk before the melee would begin ,   much less one from titania .   it wasn’t up until recently that the two of them even began to get along and not point a blade at each others’ throats ;   how startling it was to find that she had arrived in camelot the night before .   how strange it was to lay in her cot beside her ,   to allow titania to hold her and allow harriet to express the vulnerability that she fights every day to hide and suppress .   how strange it felt to sleep right through the night without a single interruption for the first time in so many years . 

          harriet reaches up to fiddle with her braids ,   a nervous habit she’s kept since childhood ,   but her lips betray her fond smile .     “   what’s a brawl without the guts and glory ?   ”     slowly ,   she steps further in and raises herself up on the tips of her toes ,   pressing a feather light kiss against the curve of titania’s cheek .     “   for good luck .   ”

not accepting !

[arthurjr]

The melee had been brutal. Art had stayed in for about half before voluntarily leaving. He was not confident enough in his own abilities and he did not want the citizens of Camelot to question his abilities. He didn’t want to be embarrassed. What did it say about him if he could not beat other styles. It said he was not equipped to lead them even in the small capacity that he did. He felt awful for pulling out especially since The Melee was his forte, but it was what was best.

The duels were worrisome. His job wasn’t strenuous but he didn’t get to duel as much as he usually did simply because he dictated when the duels were ending. He was taking the part of his father after all. He had done it before, but that was simply because his father was away dealing with things within Camelot, and could not be there himself. He was not also in charge of the whole tournament.

The duels carried on, and when they seemed to peter out, to not have anyone make any more challenges he through down his gauntlet waiting for someone to pick it up. He hoped someone one. It would be embarrassing if someone did not.

Someone picked the gauntlet up.

Now he knew his father was going to be making an appearance at the tournament. He had fully anticipated it. He had not expected it to be now, for his father to be taking up the challenge. Yet here he was. He gulped. His father and him had sparred before, but this was completely different. Art could feel Merlin’s eyes on him. His mother gasped. This was well guarded family drama, he almost wishes for dealing with what the Hook family seemed to deal with. What was his father thinking.

He had to be careful, and pull his moves. He did not want to risk the prophecy coming true in front of everyone. He could not risk it. He also could not turn the challenge down as he had thrown it.

His father and him fought without helmets, and in minimal armor. They both had a shield and sword, and that is it. They didn’t speak much which was quite different from the other duels. But Art and his father knew their rules. It wasn’t something they needed to discuss.

They began, and at first it was very stilted. It looked almost like a training exercise as Art was severely holding back. His father then said, “Stop holding back, prove him wrong.” Him being Merlin. It was a difficult thing to explain to anyone who didn’t already knew. Merlin was his father’s closest confidante, but Merlin also worked on putting a wedge between himself and Arthur in order to preserve the life of his father among other things.

Art sighed but nodded, and began again with much more vigor than before. It was a raw fight, and both father and son fought dirty. Art broke Arthur’s shield with a well timed blow, but he landed on the ground with Arthur holding the shield down. In an attempt to not get hit Art’s shoulder became dislocated as he dodged, and his arm got stabbed.

He let out a cry, and Arthur decided to let him up. He through the shield away as it pained him to hold it. He and his father went at it again. A well timed kick got Arthur on his knees, and a clever flick of the risk had his father disarmed with a sword against his neck. “Yield,” he said with a strong voice that also seemed scared. The tension in the air was obvious, everyone knew something was going on between the Camelot royal family now. Merlin had disappeared, probably angry at the stunt Arthur pulled but there is not much Art could do about it now.

Arthur with the grace of a king gave a nod, and held his hand out for Art to take and he did. With that the tournament was officially over, well the competitions were over at least. Art then walked off towards the medical tents to get his arm seen to.

{ open }

[nolacharm]

Admitting he was bad at sex to so many people was embarrassing, he nearly pulled out of the joust. He probably should have considering he was up almost all night riding. He was tired, and made a mistake and now his ribs were paying the price. He insisted he was fine, he just decided to go back to the trailer he had been keeping his horses at. He was tempted to text Silas and Ben and tell them he was heading home. He just didn’t want to show his face anywhere ever again.

{ open }

[arthurjr]

Having finished his portion of the archery competition, likely not winning, not that it bothered him, Art was taking the good weather and nice afternoon to just enjoy the tournament. He was greeting people, and trying to just walk around and make sure everyone was enjoying themselves. This is usually what his father did. It felt foreign to him, but he hoped he was doing his father proud. He also wanted to spend some time with Wynn, he knew many wanted to try and get close with the unicorn so he would do his best to make sure no injuries happened.

He was making his way to the stables when he stopped by a stall to grab an apple for Wynn because it was always best, even for him to come bearing gifts to the unicorn. He knew he couldn’t give him too much today because he had to be ready for the joust tomorrow. But a few from some do gooders couldn’t hurt. He paid and then made his way to the stables.

{ open - tournament event }