#islecaptain

[wearethedescendants-a]

@islecaptain​ Chesney wanted someone :p

“You’re a cheshire aren’t you?” She purred, dropping down next to him before slowly rising from the floor. Body sliding over his slowly as one hand slid into his hair, playing with it. “I have a little issue I need help with. Are you as helpful as Chester and Lucian?”

[ofblackskies]

- - - - - BIG BROTHER

     “You can’t be serious, Sirius.” The joke wasn’t lost on Regulus. It never was. He had been making the serious/Sirius puns and jokes since he could talk, after all. He was practically the originator of them, although nobody could accuse Reggie of having a proper sense of humor. “You’re just done with us? Not coming home. Not coming to take those awful posters off of your wall?” He frowned. This was the first time he’d spoken to his brother since he had... moved out. “Mum’s thrown a fit because of those, I’ll have you know.” // @islecaptain​

[wicxedxcharming]

@islecaptain​ liked for a starter// (Junior & Mélanie)

“Junior? What are you doing here?” Mélanie asked softly, not used to seeing him anywhere near the tavern when she was working. She knew that he technically ‘worked’ at Duels Without Rules. Some people wouldn’t consider being a fighter a job but Mélanie did. She offered him a soft smile, gesturing for him to sit down at one of the stools. “I could...get you your favorite. I think I still remember it. Are you here to see...Gia? Or Gen? I could get them for you!” She spoke fast, not wanting to disappoint him by not working fast. Gen told her that no one would be disappointed in her but...Mélanie had a hard time believing that.

[princesssolaria]

@islecaptain​ cause Adora wants her brother.

“Why did she have to do it?” The words were soft, as the sad, tired eyes of the youngest daughter, met those of the eldest son. Adora hardly left her room anymore, only leaving it to take care of and ride her pony. “Why’d she have to hurt everyone? I mean, she was hurting, and Grammy wasn’t helping, but... who cares if Ben doesn’t love her. we love her...Mama, Papa, Philip, you...” 

She could still see them in her dreams, the statues, their parents just asleep on the grass... servants on top of each other in heaps. There she’d been, unable to help any of them. “Why weren’t we enough for her?” Why wasn’t I enough for her? was her real question. The child’s voice had returned to her, but with it came the anger and the sadness, and too many feelings to make sense of. “I just don’t get why she was so hung up on a future that couldn’t happen anymore, I’m never worried about a future, and most days I’m not even sure I’ll have a future,” Adora huffed kicking her legs in frustration. She just couldn’t wrap her brain around it, hence why she was talking Preston’s ear off.

[neverwholelahey]

Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa. (From Malia?)

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He had no idea why Malia was upset. And it felt wrong to pry. It was why he didn’t say anything. He just sat down right next to her, pulled her into his lap and held her close. “It’s okay. You can cry, or be mad, or whatever you need. I won’t judge.” He murmured and held her close, rubbing a gentle hand over her back, trying to soothe her without knowing what was wrong. Isaac knew it wouldn’t be easy, but he would try. He wanted her to feel better.

“Whatever it is. It’s all right. It’ll get better. I promise.” It was something he knew was true. No matter what had happened, it would get better. His life had gotten better, even though his childhood had been horrible and rough. “Trust me on that. It might take time, but it will get better.” Isaac murmured and kept stroking her back. Eventually, Malia stopped crying, and just sat there, in his lap, quiet.

Her head was resting on his shoulder, and he had both of his arms wrapped around her. He’d even grabbed the blanket off of the back of the couch and put it around them as well. Trying to help her stay warm, because she felt cold to his touch, and he didn’t like it. “Feeling better?” Isaac asked, and the only thing he got in response was a little nod against his shoulder. 

“That’s good. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” He murmured and kept rubbing her back gently underneath the blanket. “It’s all okay. We’re all here, and we’re all safe.” And it was the truth. No one had been lost, or died in months. And they were safe for the time being. Not that he would add the last part so that Malia would hear it. He just wanted her to be happy. She deserved to be happy. 

[greentippedarrow]

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For Mia @yousavedthiscity​??

Oliver listened to Mia and William and for a moment he wondered if this is what he and Thea had sounded like to Moira when Thea had gotten old enough to talk and after he had come home. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

[wonderstxrs]

@wearethedescendants​ (Diablo & Raven) & @islecaptain​ (Ben & Diana)

Mal was FUMING, she hadn’t said a thing but GLARE at her brother. Everything was good, she freed everyone from the Isle of the Lost and everyone in Auradon had been on board. Willing to accept them into their home. And Raven, sure, he wasn’t alone in this but HE BETRAYED HER - she doesn’t care about the others. They weren’t her brother. She stepped in front of Ben the moment one came closer to take him away. ‘’Don’t try me right now.’’ eyes glowing a powerful green, it had them back off for now. Her gaze shifts to Diablo briefly, soft nod to gesture him to take Ben’s other flank. She wasn’t taking any chances here. 

[thcdarlingboy]

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“Undetermined, but they better hope I never find out.” His tone wasn’t as threatening as he wanted it to be as he slouched in the seat; though truly, they’d be better hoping that none of the crew found out who they were because none of the crew would mind being sent back to the isle in the name of protecting one of their friends. “Hades help them if Harriet or Kovu get their hands on them.” not even Daniel Darling would be able to hold Harriet back. He winced as the woman in front of him moved over a particularly tender area, hissing lightly in pain. “It’s not the worst injury I’ve ever had, but still hurts like a bitch though.”

Celine knew she wasn’t nearly as much of a threat as Damian’s crew, but she still felt protective of the pirate. He had always been kind to her, and she could be tougher than she appeared – especially when she was pushed over the edge. “If they do then they deserve it. Did they say anything to you, or just went after you?” Celine softened, noting the defeat in his posture. She tried to ease the sting by letting her free hand card through his hair soothingly. “Sure looks like it,” she sighed, keeping her ministrations as light as she could, all the while trying to stop the bleeding. “I’m really sorry this happened to you.”