#faetaels

[hoistsails]

HOOK SIBLINGS AS SCOTTISH TWEETS

     -   @seoladair ,   @faetaels ,   @fortmiinable ,   @calithal ,   @tiderider

[rcvishing]

@faetaels​ (Tamara)  || x

        “I feel like I’m up to my eyeballs in things I need to have read months ago.” Coming from a book worm as a complaint, this was quite an accomplishment. If ever a thing were to manage it, though, the sudden employment as a public servant several dozen stations above the highest you expected to achieve in life would be just the thing. Hetty’s shoulder’s sagged. She bit her lip. “D’you think that lets up at all, could we catch up? Or does it just get worse?” She’d hate never to have time to read something of her own interest, again.

[hoistsails]

          surrounded by carnage ,   standing in the wreckage of what once was home ,   harriet hadn’t really expected to receive any good news at this point .   the past week had been bombshell after literal bombshell ,   and just because the battle was over didn’t mean that she could rest at all .   but a familiar figure entered her line of sight ,   and her breath had instantly caught in her throat when she registered who it was .   she stepped closer ,   almost unable to believe it was really him ,   after days of not hearing from him at all .   she chews on her lower lip ,   trying to suppress the urge to lose her composure .      “   ...  you came back .   ”

@faetaels​

[nonbelievr]

—  @faetaels​  gets  a  starter  for  soren  from  asher .

asher  had  never  wanted  to  go  to  auradon.  he  had  wanted  to  stay  with  the  jolly  roger  crew,  he  had  wanted  to  sail  against  the  invading  army,  clear  the  strait  of  ursula,  pick  off  the  enemy  captains  from  the  crows  nest  with  the  sun  at  his  back.  instead  he  had  been  sent  into  auradon  after  nina  gothel  and  ever  since  he  had  found  himself  tugged  in  different  directions.  now  it  would  seem  that  they  were  running  from  hot,  searing  flames  with  two  hopelessly  inefficient  companions.  thankfully,  they  had  a  moment  to  themselves  with  the  wind  pushing  the  flames  away  from  them,  time  enough  to  catch  his  breath.  asher  wiped  his  brow  with  the  back  of  one  hand,  and  offered  the  other  to  soren,  ❝  we  haven’t  formally  met,  i’m  asher.  sharpshooter  for  the  jolly  roger.  ❞

[nonbelievr]

—  @faetaels​  gets  a  starter  for  edwin  from  chad .

he  can  still  taste  the  rank  smell  of  rot  in  the  back  of  his  throat  as  the  pair  of  boys  wander  down  the  streets  of  auradon  city.  it's  eerily  quiet,  the  devastations  of  a  battle  that  had  moved  on  still  clinging  to  parts  of  the  road  and  the  buildings  that  they  passed.  chad  had  never  taken  much  notices  of  the  city,  of  the  cobblestone  paths,  or  the  architecture,  but  he  couldn't  seem  to  stop  noticing  it  now.  it  all  looked  so  different.  ❝  how  long  did  they  have  you  down  there?  ❞  chad  asked,  partly  curious,  and  partly  to  fill  the  silence.

[lighthouseborna]

sassy comebacks, braided hair, platonic friendships with women, looked at ships with wide eyes???

(Describing things that You associate with Henry) || pretty pls

[lighthouseborna]

@faetaels​​ || x

        “Let me guess- it’s all doom, gloom and irreparable despair?” Somewhere between a joke and a genuinely frustrated question. “Try me.”

[janefaery]

@faetaels​   asked   :   “love   is   a   fucking   scam.”   from   cj

"That   sounds   like   the   words   of   someone   that's   scared   of   it,"   Jane   declared   lightly,   setting   the   plate   of   food   down   in   front   of   CJ   and   halfway   expecting   to   have   it   flung   back   at   her.   While   CJ   was   only   a   year   younger   than   Jane   was,   the   best   way   to   describe   her   fits   of   emotion   would   be   'temper   tantrums'   and   while   the   little   details   Harry   had   let   slip   about   Captain   Hook   insured   that   Jane   didn't   think   CJ   had   it   easy   growing   up,   it   seemed   obvious   that   CJ   was   still   the   spoiled   baby   of   the   family,   at   least   where   her   siblings   were   concerned.

When   the   food   remained   on   the   plate   and   CJ   in   her   seat,   Jane   propped   a   hip   against   the   edge   of   the   table,   the   surface   of   it   dark   from   the   stain   Jane   had   so   carefully   applied   to   make   it   look   newer   and   last   longer.   "   So   is   that   why   you   ordered   the   lost   soul   casserole?   Is   it   a   commentary   on   something?"   There   was   a   note   of   pride   in   Jane's   voice   that   she   was   learning   the   menu   and   could   make   that   sort   of   quip,   but   teasing   CJ   wasn't   something   that   Jane   thought   she   could   do   in   large   amounts.   She   was   pushing   her   luck   towards   an   expletive   riddled   outburst   as   it   was,   if   the   look   on   CJ's   face   was   anything   to   go   by.   "But   your   love   life   is   your   business."

Smoothing   the   edges   of   her   apron   as   she   straightened,   Jane   shrugged   her   shoulders   and   tucked   a   stray   piece   of   hair   back   behind   her   ear   as   she   looked   at   the   other   customers   in   the   Chip   Shoppe,   making   sure   she   wasn't   keeping   anyone   waiting.   "I'd   ask   if   you   needed   salt,   but   I   think   you   have   that   covered."   A   shout   from   the   kitchen   and   Jane's   head   turned   sharply   before   the   rest   of   her   body   followed,   focus   returning   to   her   job   as   she   called   out   in   parting,   "Enjoy   your   meal."