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mood



peak curiosity



location



waialiki gazebo



outfit



peep my fit!



tags



izayoiix izayoiix













Arlo Tremblay



son of Aurora & Phillip





Some people might've thought Arlo would've been a sad little puppy after the welcome ceremony; Seeing everyone with their parents, hearing said parents gush about how proud they are of their child for choosing this path, yadda yadda yadda. To Arlo, it was all a bunch of nonsense. Parents never really loved their children, at least not in Arlo's experience. The way Arlo saw it, children were just vessels for their parents to live vicariously through. If you succeeded, your parents loved you because you were doing good on their reputation. If you failed, your parents hated you because you were bringing shame to their name.

Arlo was glad to be able to enjoy himself without his parents nearby. That feeling carried over in Arlo as the welcome ceremony came and went & Arlo was officially a student at Tefiti Academy. He had an amazing room, not like the one he was locked away in his entire life, this one was warm, the sun shone in every morning, it had actual walls that weren't stone brick. Arlo could actually leave & go get his own food, whenever he wanted, he could leave to wander the ship just because he felt like it.

No, Arlo certainly didn't miss anyone from home. And he was more than thrilled to be setting sail onto the ocean, far away from where he once lived.

The captain made some kind of announcement that they would be docking at some place called Waialiki Isle? Something about beginning the year with some school bonding? Arlo wasn't paying that much attention. To him, he was just on a vacation; Could you blame him for thinking that when the school was literally on a cruise ship? To Arlo, he was living the dream with not a care in the world. The boat stops on land somewhere for a few days? Fine with him.

In case Arlo hadn't already been properly impressed, the dorms on Waialiki Isle certainly impressed him. They looked like a hotel on the outside, and sure there was nothing out of the ordinary special and fancy about them, but they looked more cozy and welcoming than the rooms on the boat. He felt like a little kid stargazing as he got off the boat and went into the building. His head was on a swivel, his eyes bouncing everywhere in an attempt to take in everything he saw. This continued all the way until he got to his dorm room. It was then that Arlo had a new favorite feeling when he walked into a room, feeling its warmth.

Arlo stuck around in his room, exploring every nook and cranny that it had to offer, but only for a while. His curiosity was getting the best of him. There were activities planned for later in the day, but from what Arlo fathered, he had some time to wander and explore his surroundings. So off he went, down the hall his room was on, all throughout the lobby, & he even wandered around the outside premise of the dorms. He had never seen so much green before.

He spent the vast majority of his life locked in a tower. The one window he got to see through only showed the sky. If he was able to climb onto a chair and peek out of of the window, he could see a massive field that stretched for miles and miles. And sure, the field was green, but his room was devoid of color. The bricks were grey, his bedsheets were dull, even the covers of the books he had were so worn down you couldn't even tell there was ever once color on them. But on the island? Life sprouted from every corner of existence. There were beautiful green vines growing on the sides of the buildings & up tree trunks, some even had flowers growing from them. The grass along the ground looked to be the softest Arlo had ever witnessed, he saw a few people walking completely barefoot!

Before he knew it, Arlo's feet had walked him off somewhere he didn't know where he was. Being locked in one room your whole life didn't bode well for a sense of direction. The panic of his unknown location was lost on Arlo, however. When put in an unknown place or situation, Arlo's first instinct is not to panic, in fact that is the perfect time when his curiosity kicks into high gear. He wants to learn any and everything he can about where he is. So when Arlo stumbled upon a beautifully overgrown gazebo in what felt like the middle of the wilderness, his curiosity was piqued.

Immediately, he was looking for some kind of plaque or sign to tell him the importance and reason of the gazebo. He was looking to see what kind of unique bugs or animals were around in the greenery. He was hoping to see flowers and birds of colors he couldn't even fathom. If he couldn't find his way back, he'd worry about that later.









nine lives

 

















mood



just.. breathe..



location



the beach!



outfit



peep my fit!



tags



Nova!













Jaihid Ababwa



son of Princess Jasmine





It had been a few days since Jaihid had the bomb of his parents’ divorce dropped on him. Well, he wouldn’t call it a bomb; at least… he wouldn’t call THAT part the bomb. The bomb was news of his mother going back to her home town, the kingdom of Agrabah. The fact that Jasmine was let off the island and was actually going to be able to go home and try to fix things with her father? That was the bomb.

Jaihid barely remembered life before the Isle, and what he did remember wasn’t pretty. They weren’t living in the castle, they were barely living in an apartment. But if Jasmine’s father actually let the two of them come back to Agrabah, that meant Jaihid’s royal title would be restored. He’d be in line for the throne. He’s be a legitimate prince. THE Prince. He had never thought of himself as a Prince in any capacity, seeing how his parents were stripped of their royal title before he was ever born.

He had been itching to see a letter from his mom come in with his mail. He didn’t normally get mail, but apparently the school sent out weekly flyers in the mail to update the students about events going on. But due to the timeline, she probably hadn’t even made it to Agrabah yet.

Jaihid had to calm down. He found himself getting worked up very quickly, very often, about the whole situation with his mother. His mother was everything to him, she was the one who raised him, who taught him how to be a good, calm, level-headed gentleman. She always told him that just because they didn’t hold their royal titles that didn’t give them a free pass to be jerks to everyone.

Every time he got worked up, he found his hand being drawn to his neck, where his mother’s ring was. Some people might find it weird that the most comforting thing to Jaihid was a ring representing his parents’ dying marriage. But the ring his mother gave him wasn’t just a wedding ring, it wasn’t a wedding ring at all. The ring Jasmine gave her son was actually from HER father. It was the only part of her past life that she got to keep with her. As Jaihid felt panic and nerves rise in him, he found himself running the ring back and fourth on the chain; when he was really lost in thought, he would hold the ring between his lips.

… not in a weird way, of course….

It was the day when the ship would dock and the students would go on land for a few days. The announcement had said something about there being a teamwork building exercise and a bon fire? or something? It was hard for Jaihid to focus on school when his brain was taken up with waiting to hear from his mother.

There was a lot of talking to himself, but Jaihid forced himself to stop worrying just for the next 24-hours. Another sage piece of advice from his mother; take everything one day at a time.

So, Jaihid allowed his mind to wander onto the natural beauty of Walaiki Isle. The most natural beauty Jaihid had seen was Agrabah, and that was a completely different kind of beauty. It was a desert with amazing marble structures. But Walaiki Isle was the complete opposite. In Agrabah, the nature was plain and the buildings added to the beauty. Here, the nature was the beauty and the buildings were minimal in hopes to add and not take away from the beautiful nature of the scene.

His brain was doing pretty good all the way up to his room. He had put away his clothes in the closet or drawers, toiletries in the bathroom, and the small amount of snacks were put neatly on the counter. Neatness; another trait learned by his mother. Once everything was put away, he laid back onto his bed and pulled out his phone. It was only for about an hour before his brain went back to his mother.

Could she text him? Was there even cell service in the castle? What if her dad let her come back but only if she left Aladdin and Jaihid in the Isle? What if she never saw his mother again and was stuck with his father for the rest of his life?

Jaihid slammed his phone on the nightstand. He had to get outside; away from his phone for a while. He left his phone on the charger in his room and headed outside.

He didn’t know where he was going, his feet just started walking. Maybe if he walked far enough he could forget? Outrun his thoughts? At least there was a beach. He saw the blue ocean peak through the greenery of the trees and just kept walking. Once he got to the sand, he ditched his socks and shoes. The warm sand on his bare feet was a nostalgic and comforting feeling. He walked out until he reached the edge of the waves. He looked along either side of the beach, and saw a few students here and there. Thankfully, the beach was nice and spread out so everyone could enjoy the beach without being cramped.

Apparently not spread out enough for Jaihid to avoid the jumpscare of someone coming up behind him. He quickly turned around and saw another student. He had seen him around before, but for thee life of him, he couldn’t remember his name.

”No need to apologize! It’s not my private beach or anything.” He glanced at the joint he was offering to Jaihid. ”Normally, I’d say yes, but I’d rather not risk being under the influence on a school day. I’m Jaihid, by the way.”









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Ash took in the sights around him, not only the shoreline and the area around them, but primarily at Ebonee. Wild curls caught in the wind and spun about her face, her legs were crossed out in front of her. She looked every bit a woman in a painting to him, as if he were standing in a museum and admiring the words of an artist who'd died some time ago. It would be inspiring if he wasn't so damn lazy at the moment-- and if that other poem wasn't already eating at the corners of his mind.

As he asked his question, she sighed, it was a soft sound but it came crashing through his reverie as if it had been a screaming stadium. He jolted a bit, one of his eyebrows arching higher than the other as he quizzically tried to read her expression. What sort of sigh was this?

Still, he played it cool. Outwardly, only his eyebrow gave him away, but the rest of his face remained stoic, and he hadn't made a sound as she continued her response. "Not much for small talk... I get it."

She was right, he thought it was a pointless skill anyhow. Talking should have intention. He nodded, a short and quick movement.

"Signed up for both." Ebonee's voice hummed a response. "You?"

Ash's brow returned to it's normal resting position when she turned the question back to him. "Both as well, actually. Thought it might be a good exercise at least." He thought about leaving the conversation at that and attempting to fall into a semi-comfortable silence. However, he'd spent enough time trapped in his own mind thus far and he was determined to gain at least some social interaction out of this attempt.

"I like the sparring best, though. Obstacle courses are fun and everything, but my skill's with a sword." And it was. He was quite talented, and it was one of the few things he hardly minded bragging about. It was something he had to hand to his father, too. Captain Hakeem was a skilled swordsman, even if he fought a little dirty, the pirate way. Ash wasn't against using the skills he had despite the rules either.

"You like sparring?" While his tone might have been a little gruff, his interest wasn't feigned-- even if he was no longer looking at Ebonee. Instead, his gaze had turned back out to the sea.








ash hakeem




child of hook











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izayoiix izayoiix













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Blanche wasn't blind. And she certainly wasn't dumb. She was well aware of the man's gaze has he traced along her figure, taking in what seemed like every little detail of her. It felt oddly intimate, but it didn't feel bad. It seemed to send heat coursing through her body, and sent butterflies fluttering like crazy in her stomach.

When his eyes locked onto hers, it was like she froze. Almost as if she'd been caught in some sort of trance. Air left her lungs and she almost thought she'd be unable to swallow down some more-- it was exhilarating.

He'd looked so angry just moments before, and now it felt like he was consuming her with the way he looked at her. She fought the urge to avert her gaze, despite knowing that her cheeks were red with embarrassment.

"No, it's uh... it's fine. You're fine." Relief soared through her, the fact that he'd forgiven Blanche meant that this interaction would go much smoother than it statistically could have. Honestly if the roles had been revered, Blanche would have been way less cool about it. The fact the guy seemed to have relaxed about it so quickly had definitely earned him some bonus points in her book.

She mindlessly twisted one of her curls around her finger, mostly because she was nervous, but it certainly did make her seem a little more flirty than she perhaps intended. Maybe.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't make it a habit though, seeing as we're neighbors, it seems. Blanche followed the man's gaze to the door of her room, her heart rate accelerating just a touch, she could feel it in her ears now.

Her gaze swept back up to meet his again, and discovered the easy smirk that he wore on his face. Charm seemed to ooze from him like a cloud of smoke, permeating the air around them, and Blanche was certainly caught up in the spell. "I'm Jean, and you are?" He offered his hand out to her, and with only a brief hesitation she reached out and placed her hand in his, completing the greeting.

"Blanche, charmed to meet ya, Jean." Her brain finally catching up to speed, she painted a smile on her own freckled face, wearing her warm southern charm like a badge of honor.

"Looks like we are neighbors. Means I'll be seeing quite a bit of you then." Now it was Blanche's turn to study every inch of Jean before meeting his gaze with a cute little smirk of her own. "And uh-- definitely won't make a habit of hitting you with a door. Not exactly my... preferred method of contact."









blanche rogers




child of tiana











jean










minajesty minajesty













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mood | excited besties with a mix of apprehension

location | the beach


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outfit | matching dungarees, isla in the red, freya in the blue


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tag | mentions; naomi minajesty minajesty
written with; revalia revalia




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collab post; freya & isla


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Isla laid in her bed, eyes plastered to the ceiling above her. She was a bit lost in her thoughts at that moment. She'd finally got a night of reprieve from Naomi. She'd been plastered to her side since she'd found her at the Farewell Festival. Isla had only just gotten a good moment to spend with Freya. A much needed sleepover had been in order.

"Freya?" She said her friend's name softly, an inquiry to her attention. "Do you think I'm a bad person?"

Laying in a sleeping roll by her friend's bed she was huddled up so quietly, in quite the slumber, her lips parted before she heard her name. A soft unknowing hum escaped her lips before she acknowledged it was her best friend calling her. "Hmm..."

Letting out a snort she batted her eyes open seeing a blurry image of Isla over her, "Isla? What time is it?" Freya was not really a morning person but the other redhead seemed troubled, her sleepy features now laced with worry, "No... No! Why would you say such an atrocity?"

Isla had peered over the edge of the bed when she had asked her question, brow furrowed in thought. There was a brief moment that she acknowledged how sweet and lovely Freya looked while she was sleeping-- sometimes she couldnt help but envy Freya's easy beauty and kind personality.

The question about the time elicited a little bit of panic in Isla's chest, and she checked the time on her alarm clock. "We slept in a bit but not too bad- we still have time."

Freya's borderline outrage at her question already had her smiling. If anyone was going to validate her it would be her red-headed bestie. Her platonic soulmate. "I dunno. Feeing weird I guess." She didn't mean to be vague but she wasn't totally sure she was ready to share her innermost feelings just yet.

Looking up to her with beading, sleepy eyes she rubbed the sleep out of them and slowly stifled out a yawn, stretching her arms out and slowly placed one of them on the soft skin of her best friend's hand in support.

Unlike Isla, Freya remained rather calmly paced with a soft smile dancing on her lips, "It was well needed, it was a very socially draining day yesterday."

Lifting herself up using her shins, she quickly plopped down on her bestie's bed and let her bed of curls fall supportively on her shoulder, "Hmmm... That is not the baddest way to feel. Better than sad or mad," she accompanied with facial expressions to each emotion for the laughs.

Having a small inkling as to what this was about she did not want her platonic soulmate to be saddened on their first adventure!

"I assure you that you are the light of my life and not a bad person," Freya assured. "Now to a more enjoyable conversation my darling, matching outfits or nay?"

Isla's thoughts were flooded with Naomi. She should want to be around her girlfriend. Right? They just spent most of the summer apart and Isla should be overjoyed to be reunited with her. Instead she found herself wanting to fill her time with other people. Interactions were easier without so many expectations, and lately she had been feeling as if Naomi expected her to be something that she very much was not. So naturally Isla felt the urge to avoid her as much as she could get away with, which kicked up a nasty amount of guilt deep inside her.

Freya's consolation helped a little, at least enough to pull Isla out of her head. She'd gotten a little trapped in her mind with nothing but the quiet of the morning and freya's sleep sounds surrounding her. She smiled despite herself, always having a smile to spare for her bestie. "Hmmmm matching would be very cute. What are you thinking of wearing?" She placed her index finger to her cheek in a show of thought. "Gotta be something comfy enough to move in if we've got those events later."

The redhead bounced off to go to Isla's wardrobe where she temporarily stashed her two outfit choices she brought over from the night before. It was a tradition to sleep over when they were bound to finally set foot on land.

"So I got two themes, Army or Dungarees?" She exclaimed as she weighed them out in front of her as the options available, "or scratch the idea if you don't have any to match but I highly doubt it," Freya taunted, poking her tongue out at her best friend.

"No skirts as you can see so we can move. I hope I don't get any scratches from fencing because you and I both know I can't pick up a rapier to save my life," Freya chuckled lightly as she lofted up the dungaree in hints to her that she loves it more.

Letting out one last yawn, finally Freya was slowly waking up. She needed to be there for Isla and her relationship 'crisis' or whichever. Freya still cannot understand what seems to be underlying but Her best friend should be thrilled seeing her romantic partner, not like this? If only Freya ever experienced that...

Isla watched as her friend eagerly went about collecting the options, and found herself immediately grinning at the word dungarees. She already knew what her decision was going to be without even having seen the outfits themselves. She couldn't resist a cute pair of dungarees.

"Freya these are so cute!" Isla picked up the pair of faded red overalls and held them up to herself, admiring her reflection in a nearby mirror. "Definitely want to wear this one though."

"I'd hope though, that they'd make these events user friendly, Freya. But I've got faith in you- you're a bit more rugged than you think you are." Isla shot a playful wink her way, and while she was joking around, she did mean it. She had more faith in Freya than she seemed to have in herself sometimes.

"I'm definitely not so great with a sword or anything- I'm great with my bow and I'm solid at wrestling but-- we'll see, I guess." She picked up the black t-shirt that was paired with the dungarees and moved to her closet for a closer look inside. "I'm gonna wear boots with this I think. Better traction."

Freya grinned from one ear to ear at Isla's choice of outfit as she, herself was gunning for them. "Ah perfect! It is so easy to match with you bubs - we always go for the opposite options," she laughed out as the faded red dungaree was taken from her hand as she joined her in the reflection.

"Have I ever provided you with something other than cute? Please.." she said in a jokingly mocking tone before retracting to start getting herself dressed in the light blue over the shoulder shirt and slide in the jeans dungaree, squatting to test the fabric, pursing her lips she approved, "Aye, moving approved!"

"I do too... Hope. Because I can manage tree climbing from mountain hikes and climbing but fencing or any form of weaponry is so not down my aisle," she snickered at her own pun as per usual. Blushing lightly at her wink she nodded, "Your faith in me, astounds me Lala."

Looking at her friend rummaged through her closet she hummed, "I agree, in fact I was wearing my docs yesterday so it's meant to be for sure!" Moving to the mirror, she started to part her strawberry blond waves to make twin braids till they both got ready for a fit check.

After Isla finally managed to find her own pair of docs, she also set about getting dressed. She knew, of course, that Freya's taste was to be trusted. For the most part. Still, she was relieved that the outfit was so comfortable while still being so cute.

"Ooo twin braids is a cute choice, I think I'll do that too." Isla situated herself beside her friend to share the mirror with her and twist her own braids. "You know, Frey if you wanna get better at fencing I'm sure there's someone around here that'll show you some moves."

"Maybe you'll have fun doing that too. Oh, and maybe they'll be super cute and that'll make it even more fun. You should scope out the competitors today, see if anyone catches your eye." Isla finished her hair and leaned herself up against Freya affectionately. "Or, you could just keep being you the way you are because literally, you're perfect. Swordsmanship or not."

"I mean, braids are always to go-to option my dearest pumpkin!" She bit her lower lip in frustration as she couldn't get the loose ends together, "Though its so much better when mama does it..." Sighs in defeat.

A look of hope appeared on her face, "hmm possibly... But i doubt the world of fencing is my way to go .. I mean me and weapons are a hopeless combination Issy."

Freya raised an eyebrow at that statement, "I mean I won't complain if my opponent is super cute but that is just an easier distraction! Though I am nervous as hell. I haven't been the most social lately," Lowering her head against hers ahe returned the affection, a cold hand placed on Isla's forearm, "This is why you are my number one hype woman and I yours. Only perfection recognises perfection, am I right or am I right???" letting a soft giggle she looped her arm through hers, "Shall we grace the isle with our ginger presence??"

"Well fencing isn't exactly like- using real weapons. No one's really gonna get hurt it's just like playing a game of whacking your sticks together. They just look a little like swords." Isla scrunched her nose at her reflection, then switched her gaze to her bestie.

"Maybe your opponent will get distracted by your beauty, did you consider that? I mean. You are hot it totally checks out." She giggled a bit and prodded Freya playfully in the side.

"You're absolutely right. There never was a better duo." She squeezed Freya's arm affectionately as it was looped through hers. "I think we shall!" Though, Isla's gaze caught onto the loose ends that Freya had been trying to fix before and took a moment to unwind herself from her friend so that she could fix them real quick. "Oh, hold on, let me help real quick." Her fingers twisted adeptly through Freya's hair, tidying up the braids in no time before she stood and pulled Freya up with her. "Now, picture perfect, we're definitely ready to outshine the rest."

"Whacking sticks does sound like a fun thing to do... I mean just pretend the opponent is a mole!" Freya couldn't help but shake her head at her best friend's comment, "Oh please, now you are giving me too much credit! Have you seen our peers?" She laughed lightly as she did feel intimidated by those around her. Freya was never really up there qhen it came to making herself look pretty, especially since back home she shunned the castle's maids away when it came to dress up.

As they were about to mosey on she frowned before noticing what Isla was doing. Her facial features relaxed as her braids were slowly being repaired, "ahh thanks for the damage control Isla!" Hugging her from the side she placed a peck on her friends cheek before laughing at the last retort, "Thanks to you yes! Pretty ironic for me to shine but doable.", leading them out to the sunny deck so they can register for the activities and let their feet hit the sand.

Freya was never a sun and beach kind of person. Arendelle lacked them, especially the sensation of feeling warm and sweaty. It was not something she enjoyed. Frankly she hope Jonas was okay but he was a walking freezer and he helped her alot when it came to these scenarios a lot.

Isla trailed beside her friend dutifully, arm in arm with her. She appreciated Freya's presence. Back home, Isla hadn't gone anywhere without her brother, and having Freya fill that role here made Isla feel more at home. She certainly kept Isla's mind occupied when she was around too, which always helped.

She smiled wide when the sun kissed her skin, basking in the warmth of it. "Oh, it's so lovely out here, don't you think? Not a cloud in sight, clear waters, and warm sunshine all day... I'm in heaven Freya."

Freya looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "I think we have very diverse definitions of heaven my lady," Feeling the sun's warmth crawling of her skin, Freya's body temperature helped alot when it came to resisting and feeling comfortable in cold places, not so much warm though.

"I am glad one of us is though! Would hate if we had to be all broody now!" She chippered nudging her friend to a spot near a large tree, "I assume we shall be paired off at the start right? I hope lady luck smiles at us. There are a couple people I can trust on that tree top!"

"You're the moon to my sun, Freya. The ice to my fire." Isla was being playful, but she did take a moment to empathize for her friend. "Sorry that you're not a fan of the heat, though. Maybe we can swim later and keep you cool?"

Isla looked where Freya was insinuating and nodded. It seemed like an alright place to be. And it would keep her friend in the shade, which was important.

Placing a hand on her heart with a small pout in awe she hummed in happiness, "That is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me Isla." Nodding in agreement she looked at the flowing ripples brushing against the golden sands, "Hmm I might take you up on that offer. Shame we left our swimsuits back on the ship..."

As they motioned further to towards Freya's choice in location, she noticed a familiar brunette that knew was making her best friend a bit uneasy nowadays. Isla's girlfriend... Naomi. Freya was not sure why she was so hell bent on avoiding her but surely that was not an option. Who avoided their partner? Not wanting to put her in a sticky situation she halted and let her head motion towards the mentioned female, "12 o clock, Naomi. I know you are not really trying to talk to her but you cannot avoid her forever pumpkin..."

A grin spread from cheek to cheek on Isla's face in response to Freya. "Well you know me, Queen Romance, I guess." Wrong. Queen of flirtation maybe, but in the romance department Isla really sucked. If she didn't, she'd be doing better in the whole girlfriend department. Naomi was hot, of course, but there was also substance to her. She was a great person and she was fun. At least, Isla used to think so. Isla knew there was something wrong with her because she didn't appreciate Naomi more.

As if her thoughts summoned her, Freya pointed out the figure of her girlfriend. "I just. Haven't had a moment away since we've gotten back is all." It was more than that, she just wouldn't admit it aloud. She could hardly admit it to herself. "I know I need to do better though." Better at hiding her casual flirtation with others or better at being a good girlfriend, she didn't quite know.

"Queen Romance for me, Flirtation not as much - you already swayed me your way for a couple of years!" she couldn't help but share her grin. They probably looked like two grinning fools with their arms looped with each other. Life was too short to keep frowning at everything.

More than that? Freya wanted Isla to talk to her. Sure, Freya never had a relationship to begin with but the least she could be was an ear and shoulder to her best friend. "Away? Why does it have to be away? You have been with me for the majority of time," she commented, noticing that Isla had been evident in avoiding her girlfriend. "Listen, better or not... you have to only be you and do whatever makes you feel comfortable. Otherwise it will be forced and that will only make you unhappy. My advice would be, be honest. If something is not right... say it. Avoiding it is only going to make it dragging for you both. Any issues can be resolved I am sure!" Halting in her walk she wanted Isla to see whether she is comfortable with them moving forward or not.

Freya's advice was correct, but Isla was never really one to follow good advice. Her brother always told her that she self-sabotaged. He was probably right just like Freya was. "Yeah. Maybe. Or maybe I just need to think through some things first. Before I make any decision or have any conversations." Or maybe she was too much of a wuss to fess up to her needs and desires.

With a bit of a sigh, Isla raised her arm and waved so that she could hopefully catch Naomi's attention, and when that didn't seem to work, she cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled out, "Nomes!! Babes!!" Once she caught her girlfriend's attention she waved her over, but she couldn't help but give Freya's hand a bit of a squeeze for good luck.


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© weldherwings.
 
daughter of cruella de vil
location
On the isle (by the dock)
mood
groggy
outfit
here.
with
OPEN FOR INTERACTION
mentions
n/a.
tags
n/a.
Sadie De Vil.
The brief sunlight from the port hole of her cabin slowly adorned the porcelain of her palm which followed up to the sleeping figure on the desk.

Small barely audible barks could be heard in the back of her mind before they started to get closer, and closer, and closer. Until she felt two pairs of paw prints jump up her lap and on the desk, licking at her cheek she let out a tired groan at the puppy that served as an alarm clock every morning after a restless night of evaluating and creating her brand new clothing line she needed to launch and grace this floating bucket of bolts what the De Vil clothing line was made of.

Technically it was still in the making on paper with hints of her drool but the works are primarily in process.

Looking at the ball of black and white fluff right in front of her she weakly smiled, "Well good morning to you too Peps," giving him his preferred scratches behind his ear, she stood up and went to her now unpacked closet which she needed more closet space for. With a frown, she lightly tapped her chin, "We need more closet space, that's for sure. Imagine if I had to share this dorm..." she went on, carrying her usual conversation with her puppy. Typically, it would be a one-way conversation but for Sadie, it was not. Sadie could understand what Pepper said through his little barks. She cannot really add up how but it happens here and there.

"Something comfortable but still in style, let's see..." she started flipping through one hanger to another she decided to opt for a simple scarface tee she turned into a cop top and some denim shorts. It was not restricting and also enough to keep her body temperature just right. It was typical for Pepper to wake her up at least thirty minutes before just so she could get ready. Sadie did not devote a lot of time to many things but getting herself ready was a must. How else to broadcast the product if she was half-assed?

Lifting her hair up in a messy ponytail, she applied some of her eyeliner with her signature red lip and decorated her face with some nice black shades so her eyes can be spared the travesty of her eyes being purged by sunlight. Placing down her backpack down on the floor for the pup to hop in, in the meantime sliding in a pair of black sneakers so that they can get ready for the day ahead.

Sun, sweat and exercise. There were a million other things she would rather be doing, for sure. Heading out she held her water flash in hand and took a sip as she started to walk outside so she could finally step on land. "No running around like last now, ok Peps? It is somehow hotter than the first day and I don't feel like going on a wild dog chase." Pepper wiggled and adjusted in her pack and barked an affirmative. Shaking her head with a chuckle she started walking towards the centre to find an inkling of shade but to no success.

Placing a hand over her eyes she let out a sigh trying to skim for a spot of shade till the events started, "What's a girl gotta do to get some shade here?"
coded by natasha.
 
son of claude frollo
location
dorm corridor
mood
defeated
outfit
here.
with
malakai
mentions
alexander, renata.
tags
minajesty minajesty izayoiix izayoiix @finnly.
Henri Gerrard.
Henri was not really one to make his presence known all the time. Only when it was crucial. Ever since he encountered his blast from the past or at least he thought he did, he was playing the most tactical game of hide and seek he ever played. It was a god given grace that this ship was rather large and it was the perfect playground for it. In fact, Henri was rather successful for the past week they had been afloat.

Of course, he was rooming temporarily with his best friend and 'girlfriend' but it was about time he went out to find his own dorm before he ended up with the shoddiest one. After all, both he and Renata needed their space for other activities they needed apart. It kept the relationship healthy after all. Before he re-allocated he decided to go for an early morning jog around the ship till she was asleep for a chance to attempt to enjoy the view around. It was amazing. Not that he would admit aloud but it was definitely better than the four walls of that dreaded cathedral.

After his hour of jogging went by he returned his trail back to the girl's dorm to take a quick refreshing shower and move out before his best friend woke up from her slumber. He needed that breath of fresh air. His heart and mind were solely focusing on one thing. One person in particular with a smile that sent him spiralling within a matter of seconds, a smile that made his heart beat a little faster. Even just thinking about it he felt his palms dampen with sweat before shaking the thought out.

Emerging rather fresh in a white tank top and black jeans to remain as casual as possible. Leaving his towel around his neck so the water dripping from his hair could be soaked by it and slung the duffle bag over his shoulder and proceeded to walk out and proceed towards the hallway in order to start the conquest for his new dorm. Or so he hoped. It wouldn't be the first time he ended up sleeping under benches.

As he proceeded down the corridor, he noticed two occupants in front of him. Upon hearing the staff member talk and address his peer he grinned, "Looks like I'm not the only one looking for a place to crash still," he remarked running a hand through his damp hair, shooting him a grin. "Any luck so far? East and North have been filled so far."

Henri was not really one to remember faces so naturally the man in front of him was a fresh face indeed around the ship but still familiar, "I still cannot grasp which ones are available, I just keep barging in like no one is home..."
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mood



*sigh*



location



walking to the dorm



outfit



peep my fit!



tags



minajesty minajesty













Cecelia Facilier



daughter of the Shadow Man






It was some of the best sleep Cecelia had gotten in QUITE a long time. She swore there was some kind of magical spell put on the beds to make them extra comfy. For the majority of her life, Cecelia didn’t have her own bed. She had slept in beds before OF COURSE, but they were never her’s. But now that she was at this fancy boat school, the cabin room was hers. The drawers were hers and they were filled with clothes that were hers, the bed was hers.

Cece didn’t have a lot of things that were her own. She was on the run ever since her mother became possessed, running from place to place. Some days she got lucky and was able to find an abandoned house or apartment to stay in for a couple of days, but then someone would run her out and she’d have to find somewhere else. Most days she was forced to find some bridge or random place in a park or on the edge of the swamp to sleep in. Eventually, she regularly settled on an alley corner, but there still wasn’t a lot of belongings she was able to keep with her as she moved from place to place.

So for her to have her own place, a room to call her own and no one would kick her out and it didn’t smell bad at all, it surprisingly meant a lot to Cecelia. To her, this meant she was one step closer to having the normal life she was promised before birth.

It was the day that everyone was getting off the boat for Walaiki Isle, they were going to have some class bonding stuff happen that day & they were staying in the dorms. Cece had been up for a while. Before the school, she was used to only sleeping about an hour at a time; anything more, and she was scared someone would come hurt her or steal something from her or even worse, that the Loas would take control. So she had been doing her own weird shifts of sleeping for an hour and then being up for a while before sleeping for another hour. By the time the sun came up, Cece had slept a collective of three hours. She felt fine, though, it was what she was used to. She had been wandering around the ship in between her “naps”, standing at the edge of the lido deck and just watching the vast nothingness of the ocean.

It was calm. When Cece thought about the ocean she thought about hurricanes, storms, massive waves and whirlpools. The only glimpse she had of the ocean before the school was the harbors in New Orleans, and that water was muddy and the air was loud and dirty. This was completely different. Out on the boat, in the middle of nowhere, the ocean was still. There were some waves, of course, but all Cece could see was a blanket of black water, stretching out as far as she could possibly see. It was honestly, beautiful. To know something could be so calm when she was around.

She had grown so used to everything around her exploding into chaos at a drop of a hat. Whether it was people thinking she was trouble or her Loa proving themselves to be the trouble, all Cecelia knew was the hustle and bustle of chaos. As she stepped to the railing and watched over the ocean, she was half convinced that the ocean was going to irrupt into a massive storm at her presence. But nothing happened. The ocean continued to be as still as ever as if she wasn’t there.

That scene became Cece’s new haven. Whenever she couldn’t sleep for more than an hour at a time, she found herself on the lido deck, looking out onto the ocean. Finding her first glimpses of calm in the ocean.

But that was back at 2am. It was now 5am and Cece was up and at em. She had gotten some of the fresh breakfast food that the crew offered her & she found herself in a random lounge, flicking through whatever tv channels they had programmed for the boat. It was only a matter of time before the rest of the passengers woke up and they docked for Walaiki Isle and Cece got to move into yet another room that was hers.

~~

There was an announcement made over the speaker & Cece found herself in her room. They had told the students that the stay was temporary, but she found that all her. Belongings still fit in her one suitcase, so she decided to bring it all with her anyways. Worst case scenario was that she wouldn’t get back on the boat and she had all her stuff with her anyways. She was used to bringing all here stuff with her wherever she went, it was habit at this point.

Cecelia knew there would be a long line of other students getting off the boat when the announcement was made, so she stayed behind, laid out on here bed just scrolling through her phone. There were a few texts from her boyfriend, Damien.

As yes, Damien, they had happened to meet right before Cecelia attended Tefiti Academy. They immediately hit it off, both of them being children of notorious villains that neither of them wanted to disclose. The two of them also bonded over trying to one up each other with their powers. Damien seemed like exactly who Cecelia wanted to be with.

So when he asked her to be his girlfriend a week before the Farewell Ceremony, it seemed like a no brainer. How better to ensure your future, your title and your safety, than getting with another Villain’s kid? Truth be told, the better way to do so was to get with one of the “Good Guy”’s kids, but Cece had to be honest with herself. There was no way that would ever happen for her, she was a terrible person.

She had blood on her hands, she had taken lives both on purpose and by accident. She had been possessed by demons for as long as she could remember. She had powers she couldn’t always control because she had a temper that she couldn’t always control. Cece was not and would never be good enough for anyone other than a Villain. She had convinced herself that she needed to accept her role as a Villain & that there was no way out.

No matter how much she hated it.

Damien had texted her asking her where she was & she responded by telling him she was waiting for the line to die down; She didn’t want to be surrounded by a bunch of hot, sweaty, goody-two-shoes students. But there was also the small part of Cece wanting to avoid Damien however she could.

Yea she wasn’t going to dive into that right now.

As soon as Damien said that him and some of his friends were going to go explore the island already, she knew it was safe for her to hop off the boat.

Clearly she had waited the perfect amount of time, because there was virtually no line to get off the boat. She made her way through the roped off lines, weaving in and out in an attempt to follow the rules, she showed her school issued ID and Passport, and she was finally able to step out into the air.

There was a difference between ocean air and island air. Both were clean and crisp, but this island air somehow felt more fresh; As if the life of the island was able to flow from the branches of the trees right into Cece’s lungs. She stood for a moment to just breathe it in. She promised herself she was going to take in as much as she could from each of their destinations, before she wound up in whatever hole awaited her when she finished at the school.

As she stood in awe of the island, her eyes landed on a familiar face.

The captain’s boy, mama’s boy, the boy that Cecelia lied about to her friends and said that he wasn’t her type. Looking at him now, without the judgement of anyone else, who the hell was she kidding? He looked like he was glowing, he always looked so relaxed as if he belong every and anywhere he found himself. With his relaxation came confidence, and there was nothing Cecelia found more attractive than confidence. And the captain’s boy certainly appeared to be confident.

And then she remembered her boyfriend.

Shit.

She remembered that he was “one of the good guys”.

Shit.

She remembered that she was not good enough for one of the good guys.

Shit.

She arched her eyebrow at him with a quick and playful nod his way as she continued to the dorms.









nine lives

 









scroll








madrigal



renata.













mood

admiring nature...maybe lost











outfit

here











location

waialiki gazebo











interactions

arlo











tags

sunshineysoul sunshineysoul















Tilting her head as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, Renata sighed. She was grateful that the whole farewell party had come and gone. Sure, she'd enjoyed spending the night getting wasted with her best-sorry, boyfriend, but still, the memory of everyone's family's grated on her nerves. Clearly, there were plenty of tensions between everyone, but that's what the champagne had been for. A nice buffer to help distance her from the feelings. Of course, Henri had definitely been plenty of help in that regard as well.

Her best friend definitely had a knack for helping her keep her mind off the stress her powers put her under. It didn't hurt that he helped keep the champagne flowing.

Turning slightly, she frowned as her skirt flowed around her thighs. She definitely looked good, there was no denying that, but she wasn't sure about the flowers. She loved them, sure, the dress was a gift from tia Isa, so she definitely wanted to wear it. But was it a bit much? She hummed, twirling once more, before she gave in. She'd already been standing around wasting time for a good twenty minutes, surely. It was about time for her to head out and explore the isle.

Heading out of her room and down to the lobby of the dorm building. Strutting with confidence in her low heels, Renata wasted no time in heading outside, bypassing anyone she saw. She'd promised her aunt that whenever the ship stopped she'd go out and explore the grounds and tell her about the different plants. Ren was nothing if not a woman of her word. She loved nature and she was more than happy to share that with the woman who truly cared for her.

"Well, I'll give them this, the island truly is beautiful..."
she mused, looking over the top of her sunglasses. With a small shrug, she pushed the glasses up her nose and continued on her way. Which way, who knew. But she was off and she was determined to see enough of the isle to send a detailed description back home.

She wasn't sure how long she wandered, and if she was to be honest, she might be lost. But that was a problem for later, because clearly she'd gotten so absorbed in the beauty around her that she'd lost track of where she came from. Turning a corner on the path she'd somewhat been following, she blinked in surprise at the gazebo that stood before her.
"Wow..."
she breathed out.

Distracted a moment later by shuffling, Renata's eyes narrowed as she searched for the noise, only to relax somewhat when she spotted a fellow student. She didn't really know who he was, but she'd seen him on the deck. Reaching up, she grabbed her sunglasses and slid them off her face, closing the frames and tucking them into the neckline of her dress.

"Hey there,"
she greeted, announcing her presence before she began to take a few steps closer to the structure.
"Always nice to see someone else exploring the beauty of nature."



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scroll








bahari



keanu.













mood

startled, embarrassed











outfit

here











location

waialiki shore











interactions

ruby











tags

sunshineysoul sunshineysoul















At the sudden voice, Keanu jerked slightly, his head rising from its position on his arms.
"Wh-"
he gasped. Eyes wide his head twisted, only relaxing a moment later at the sight of another student sitting in the sand beside him.

"O-oh uh..."
he stammered, blinking in surprise.
"H-hi...I'm uh Keanu..."
he mumbled back, staring down at her hand for a moment. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out, giving it a quick shake.

Holding her gaze for a moment, he flushed, dropping her hand as if he was burned. He looked away, swallowing nervously. Gods he was making a fool of himself. Like always. Maybe his mother had been right...he was useless.

"Storms um...don't they tend to ruin outdoor gatherings...?"
he asked, voice soft. Returning his arms back to their position on his knees, he tucked his head back into the hole made by his arms, his nose poking out against the tops of his forearms. It was fine, he was used to causing problems. He wouldn't be surprised if he did cause a storm, wreck this beautiful isle, and then get kicked out and sent back under the sea.

He was useless after all.

Why did he bother leaving his cave. The people on the boat seemed to be nice enough, but what game was he trying to play? He didn't know how to talk to people, case in point being that he was sitting next to a nice girl who he was more or less ignoring. He was being rude, clearly, but how was he supposed to have a conversation when he knew nothing about the world? Then again, that was supposed to be the point of this whole trip. To learn about the world. Just...why was it so hard? Why couldn't anything be easy for once?

"Sorry I uh...I know I'm probably not the most talkative person you'll meet..."



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scroll








hamada



tadashi.













mood

regret, pleasant











outfit

here











location

waialiki isle











interactions

freya











tags

revalia revalia















Having spent most of the week locked up in his room working on his own random projects, Tadashi wasn't really sure how much time had passed since he'd boarded the boating school. He remembered his dad finding his room on the day of the farewell party so he could drag his son out to socialize. And...you know, not blow up the ship on day one. Tadashi took offense to that, and even a week? A week later, he was still little miffed at the lack of trust his father had in him.

. . .

To be fair, it was warranted. But whatever, we don't talk about that nonsense! Anyway, yeah, Tadashi wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed since that, but he could maybe guess a week. That's what he thought he'd heard when he was getting shuffled off the boat with the rest of the other students, at least. Now he was holed away in a dorm room on some fancy island, still working on his current project. He'd go into details, but you know, thieves. All he was willing to admit to currently when asked was robots.

"Now if I could only just..."
he mumbled to himself. Leaning forward he narrowed his eyes as he messed with the wires on the switchboard in front of him. Carefully he lifted two wires together, inching them closer and closer together until...!

"Oh god...!"
he coughed, dropping the wires and falling backwards out of the chair he'd been in. Smoke was billowing from the mess of wires and technology on the desk, and even though it was a small experiment, the room was getting cloudy and fast. Waving a hand rapidly back and forth in front of his face to try and clear the air in front of his nose and mouth, he stumbled to the window and shoved it upwards, letting fresh air into the room.

With a groan, Tadashi let his upper body rest on the windowsill, his head hanging outside the building.
"Note to self..."
he heaved, watching his hair fall over his eyes.
"Don't mix the red and green wires. Christmas is not my friend anymore..."


Maybe it was time for him to get out of this room. He'd locked himself away inside ever since they arrived, he was due for some proper fresh air and some exercise. He waited a moment, debating it, before he nodded. Yeah, outside was good.

Pulling himself back inside his room, he coughed once more as smoke tried to enter his lungs. He'd definitely made the right decision. It would take a bit before the smoke fully cleared out and he'd rather not sit around and have it flood his lungs. Dropping down onto his bed he grabbed his shoes and slid them on before rushing out the door. Jogging down the stairs and into the lobby he ran a hand through his green strands. His head was on a swivel as he took in the scenery, something truly different from the busy city he was used to.

Due to his distraction, he didn't even realize that he was about to walk into someone. He noticed though, when he walked into a warm body that barely reached his chest.
"Oh crap...!"


Reflexively he reached out, grabbing the redheaded girl's shoulders to steady her.
"Shoot, I am so sorry,"
he apologized, taking a step back, letting go of her shoulders once he was sure she wouldn't fall.
"Sorry, again, I wasn't paying attention. Well, I mean, I was, but on the view, not the people around me..."
he rambled.
"It's so different from the city I grew up in. Oh! Right, sorry - wow, I'm saying that a lot today - anyway! Hi, I'm Tadashi, nice to meet you!"
he grinned, holding out a hand for her to shake.


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Oscar




filler



filler



filler



filler



filler



filler






  • home (filler tab)



































hailee steinfeld



coast








There were no mornings in the underworld, sleep was a way to gain respite when needed and break up the time, but it wasn't a routine ritual of necessity the way it was on the surface. The brightside was that a routine of all the people around him going off to their rooms after it got dark provided the most peaceful part of Oscar's time here.
Nothing could have prepared Oscar for the sheer overstimulation of the surface. The dead we remarkably quiet, something that Oscar had neither noticed or appreciated before dealing with the culture shock of moving onto a boat with a bunch of living 20 somethings. At least he had his own room.

He'd slept for a few hours, and then spent much of the night near the stern of the boat, watching the ocean pass by as they made their way to the island and idly doodling in a sketchbook. The drawing had started out aimless, and had morphed into a loose portrait of a certain three headed dog. It was hard to be homesick under the ocean sunrise and breathing in the salty sea air, experiencing things he'd only imagined through the eyes of ghosts, yet somehow he still managed to get all nostalgic if he found himself alone for too long. The sun was starting to rise anyway, and with it, some of the other passengers. He packed up his drawing stuff to drop off in his room before they docked and began a new school day on the island. He was looking forward to the change in scenery. The humid weather and obstacle course, less so.

Packing was always an ordeal for Oscar. He never knew what to take, and he was a spontaneous enough person that he wanted to be prepared for anything. He was always the person bringing twice what was necessary. Of course he'd just put off making any decisions, and waited until the morning of to pack anything at all. The resulting duffle bag was definitely more than two days worth of supplies. Oh well. By the time he'd actually been able to parse his luggage down to one reasonably sized bag, students were lining up to get off the boat already. He dragged behind the main crowd along with a few others, trying to enjoy the nice island walk on the way to the dormitories, since it was nice out and unless the building had some serious A/C it was likely much stuffier than outside.
The dorm was a nice building, many students had either already retreated to their rooms or left by the time he entered the hall. The place was clean, but as soon as he opened the door to his room it was clear that his assumption was correct. He didn't stick around the small room any longer than it took to drop his duffel bag on the bed and open a window. Within minutes he was headed back out in search of a cooler place. Besides, he was already spending his time skulking around the ship in the middle of the night, he was never going to make friends if he just hid in his room. Not that his alternate plan of finding a shady place to continue his doodling was likely to make him any friends either.

It did take him a bit to find a shaded area cool enough to kill time before the team building activities without just fucking off into the forest, but he finally did on the far side of a boathouse near the docks. The sun was just hitting at an angle that you couldn't see the shadow stretching out when walking on the path. He'd only been there a couple minutes when a passing voice let him know that he wasn't the only one looking.

“what's a girl gotta do to get some shade around here?”
He stepped out from where he'd just found to hide from the glaring sun, to see a girl he recognized as another villain kid, the girl with the great bright red hair. Excellent, he kind of liked her already.

“You're looking at the wrong angle, it's back around the building. ”
he answered as he stepped out from behind a corner. OK so he could have worded that better.
“It's a nice spot, and I think we still have a while before the obstacle course starts up.”






♡coded by uxie♡
 
son of iago
location
outside dorms.
mood
less queasy, energised
outfit
here.
with
ebonee & asherah.
mentions
n/a.
tags
izayoiix izayoiix , nova.the.alien nova.the.alien
Elias Garah.
It was no secret. Elias was nowhere near being an early bird. Despite not having slept in the most comfortable of places, the male's laziness accumulated over him that it gave him the blessing ability to sleep in any place, any time, any setting, and in any position. He surprised countless people throughout the years. Having slowly woken up from sleeping in early yesterday, Elias kept himself comfortable on the ground, hugging his duffle bag as a pillow. The young man had his stomach turning for roughly a couple of days. Given his not-so-luxurious past, Elias never stepped foot on a floating vessel such as the S.S. Montonui. Being constantly unstable and trying to walk as the ship slowly swayed along the waves made him feel queasy, and he couldn't wait to get his feet back on solid ground. As Elias slowly regained consciousness, he rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. The realisation of where he was hit him with a jolt of excitement. Excitement to discover brand new land, land that was not constantly covered in red gusts of sand getting into his eyes.

Looking around for a famous head of curls, he remembered she had run off to scout the land prior to exploring further where the ways shined more. More to take that is. Remembering that Ebonee was out there and they had land to cover was something that managed to get his lazy ass off the floor. Finally got the energy to dress, hastily reaching into his duffle bag and pulling out the first set of clothes his hand touched. Not entirely sure if they were clean in the first place, he gave them a sniff and shrugged, "Good enough," he muttered under his breath. It was a simple emerald t-shirt and a pair of worn-out shorts that had seen better days. Elias didn't mind; comfort was his priority and pockets. Must not forget the pockets. With his attire sorted, he made his way out of the cabin, following the signs that he couldn't read but hoped would lead him to the main deck of the ship outside of the dorms. As he stepped outside onto the deck, a breathtaking sight greeted him. The isle he found himself on was surrounded by crystal-clear turquoise waters that stretched as far as the eye could see. The golden sun cast its warm rays, painting the surroundings with a vibrant glow.

Elias couldn't help but pause for a moment, taking in the natural beauty around him from the view. It was a stark contrast to the cramped and dimly lit spaces he had been accustomed to in his past. The fresh ocean breeze invigorated his senses, and he felt a surge of energy coursing through his veins. Feeling a renewed sense of purpose, Elias set off along the path that wound through the lush vegetation on the isle. The path was lined with vibrant tropical flowers, their sweet scent wafting through the air. The vibrant colors and exotic foliage captivated Elias as he followed the winding trail, relying on his instincts to guide him toward where hopefully Ebonee was.

As he walked, Elias couldn't help but marvel at how life had taken an unexpected turn for the better. It wasn't too long ago that he had been struggling to make ends meet, barely scraping by from one day to the next. The opportunity to be on board the S.S. Montonui, a luxurious floating vessel, felt like a dream come true. If his father did nothing right, this was definitely a one-off.

The sight was straight out of a postcard. The gentle waves lapped against the shore, creating a soothing melody that added to the serene atmosphere. Elias scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of his partner's wild head of curls in the line of sight. His eyes finally locked onto a familiar figure sitting in a couple of chairs, communing with a male that he recognized from the festivities the first day they stepped aboard. It was Ebonee. A surge of joy surged through Elias as he quickened his pace, closing the distance between them.

Towering behind her he looked at the pair with a faded smile, placing his hands in his pockets, "Sure hope you guys are ready for what lies ahead. This isle is breathtaking for starters, I would give anything to be at the tree tops right now." he sighed softly in contentment. Looking down at Ebonee he placed a roughed calloused hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. He knew she was still adjusting to this new environment, he was more adaptable than her when it comes to changes, "Hope you managed to get some sleep time, Bon. You need the energy today."

As he remarked he noticed the male opposite them, Elias ran a hand through his untamable jet-black mane which was slightly more tamer than his partner's due to the lack of curls in his. "Something tells me you are yearning to go back there?" he assumed, pointing towards the sea. "You look like a man of the sea there, with that look on your face. But I might be wrong. Not the best people reader out there," he shrugged.
coded by natasha.
 
daughter of anna & kristoff
location
beach.
mood
relieved.
outfit
here (blue).
with
isla (prev.), tadashi.
mentions
naomi.
tags
izayoiix izayoiix , nova.the.alien nova.the.alien , minajesty minajesty
Freya Bjorgman.
Feeling every ounce of unsureness coming from her best friend, Freya returned the reassuring pressure of courage to her hand, she mouthed "You can do it, Pumpkin."

She slowly unlooped her from hers and pushed her gently towards her girlfriend, wanting to give her the privacy they needed so they can discuss more freely without her eavesdropping around them. Freya still intended to be a few feet away from them should Isla send a 911 look her way and needed some sort of intervention from her end. She needed to keep Isla safe no matter what. It was in their Ginger Sister Pact which was definitely for life.

However, as she was looking at her friend departing from her, she felt a huge collision hit her from behind, her head bumping against someone's torso. Freya's tiny frame did not take much force to push her and that was just enough to send her toppling forward if it was not for a pair of hands that held her. She couldn't help but yelp as she saw herself briefly plummeting face-front as she let her hands set in front of her ready to brace the impact with the ground, eyes closed.

As she heard the male's voice and the warmth of his hands on her shoulders, she realised. No impact. Opening one eye, she could still feel herself right up, "Oh?"

Coming to grips with her body again she slowly turned around to face the source of the collision and airbag at the same time. Her gaze slowly trailed up to meet a green-haired boy. Freya took a particular intrigue in the color of his hair. It was unusual and that peeked her. "No, no! It is okay! I mean you did counteract instantly and spared me a very vegetative meal," she spoke up looking down at the sandy grass underneath her boots." Nodding with sparkling hazel eyes at the comment of the view, "I can't agree more. The scene is definitely breathtaking. Not something I am used to myself as well but quite nice! Snowy mountains and all," following suit of his rambling by doing so herself.

Freya could not help but let out a laugh at his apologies, "At least it is something nice. Even though there is no reason to at this point. Nice to meet you Tadashi, I'm Freya," she continued looking down at his offered hand as she led her own to lock with his in a firm handshake before politely letting it go with a friendly, welcoming smile. "Nice hair color, by the way. I like it. Even though our hair colors clash deeply together. Green and Red not the best match," she commented with a scrunched nose before mentally kicking herself. He did not need to know such a fact. "Not interesting, anyways, are you new here? Don't think I ever saw you around! Are you excited about the activities later on?!"
coded by natasha.
 
daughter of cruella de vil
location
boathouse.
mood
cooled down.
outfit
here.
with
oscar.
mentions
DreamBoy DreamBoy
tags
n/a.
Sadie De Vil.
As Sadie was contemplating rather out loud and struggling to find a good spot, she was brought back by a voice that emerged from thin air due to her lack of paying attention. The female let out a silent surprised gasp, placing a hand on her chest from the little fright, "Hell, where did you come from? Sorry, but you kind of caught me off guard."

Upon first glance at the male in front of her, he had a rather familiar style that caught her attention from the get-go. Sadie was fixated on how people dress and she does tend to approach people who had a particular sense of style, similar to hers. Listening to his advice and looked sideways and around him from where he came, seeing a spot of shade next to the boathouse. With a click of the tongue, she smirked, "You seem to know your shit. Thanks for the tip. Mind if I lounge with you for a bit till the activities start? Really not looking forward to running around in this heat."

Without really waiting for his approval, she felt like her skin was going to bubble. Being pale had no blessing in the sun as she easily turned the color of her lips if she was not careful. She figured if he didn't want to be interrupted he would have kept to himself so she took that as an invitation in itself. Sadie dragged herself to the side of the boathouse and lowered her backpack down, leaning against the wall, raising her sunglasses up, and resting them on her scarlet hair. "I like the tatts, by the way. Designed them yourself?"

Sadie loved tattoos. She had her fair share of them as well but the male in front of her was practically wearing them with the slight visibility she could get of him. She even invested some time designing her own when she needed a break from her clothing line project.

From the backpack, the young pup slowly pawed at the zip to reopen a bit and popped his furry head out, looking at the surroundings with a bark. "You may come out now, don't go running off. The floor is safe and cool here." Pepper hopped out and started sniffing the floor. Following the scent he landed at the male's feet, barking at him while wagging its tail in excitement as he continued sniffing his shoes, "Hey, stop that boy."
coded by natasha.
 
mood
❝ wary ❞

location
beach

outfit
clicky

interactions
Lexi

tags
lazee lazee
ANDRI


Andri sighed with contentment as the cool sea breeze ruffled his hair. Over the past weeks, he had grown accustomed to the salty smell of the ocean, and now he could even appreciate it. He removed his shoes once again, before taking a seat on the sand. He rested his forearms on his bent knees as his eyes drifted to the calming motion of the waves. He had picked a spot far enough along the beach that the other students' conversations couldn't reach his ears, but not so far that he was out of sight. He needed to be around when preparations for whatever had been planned for today began. He didn't want to get into trouble for skipping out on the afternoon's activities.

He continued to watch the interactions going on out of the corner of his eye. Everyone seemed to be paired up quite neatly, with himself being the only student alone. Just as he had this thought, another person appeared, just as alone as he was. His eyes followed her as she skirted the edge of the crowd. He quickly looked away from her, not wanting to make eye contact, but he could tell from her current trajectory, she was heading his way.

Without taking his eyes from the water, he sensed that she was standing behind him, mentally wavering between sitting next to him or continuing on her way. He heard the sigh of decision, and risked a glance in her direction as she sat down. He was glad that she had picked a spot a few yards away from him so as not to encroach on his space. He took a few seconds to study her from the corner of his eye. Her hair rivaled Freya's in fieriness, and her blue eyes stood out in sharp contrast. He realised that she would most likely be considered pretty, but she was a little too... angry for him. Angry people scared him.

He should remember her name, shouldn't he? He had seen her around the boat before, of course; all the students shared classes and ate most meals together. He bit back a sigh of frustration. Why was peopling so hard?

He quickly glanced away, registering that he had been quiet for a beat to long. He opened his mouth, his mind frantically searching for something to comment on, but his fellow beach goer beat him to it. Her question knocked him back a bit; he thought he had been hiding his discomfort rather well.

"That obvious?" he questioned, wincing slightly and letting out a pained chuckle. "Yeah, let's just say I'm far from used to spending twenty-four hours a day on the ocean."

Turning the conversation back to her, he reiterated her question. "You too? Or are you having a different struggle than seasickness?" He didn't mean to pry, but he also wanted to avoid hosting a funeral for the conversation's abrupt and awkward death.
coded by reveriee.
 
malakai waialiki
son of moana.

his feet took a gradual stop at the second voice that sounded, careful to guide his duffle bag away to avoid hitting anyone as he turned to meet the owner of it. malakai's expression melted into that of a grin, his naturally amiable personality peeking through his pearly white teeth as he was met with another attendee under the same circumstances as he. one would think that punctuality was a certainty for him considering who his parent was, but being on time wasn't his strongest suit at the moment. with rooms filling quickly, he found himself realizing that he would've had to make the same tedious choice of knocking on every door in hopes that one would be vacant for him. and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

"nah man, i'm kinda stuck in the same boat here," a slight tone of defeat seeped through his response, and letting out a quiet sigh as he watched students heading towards the west wing dorms. a huge part of him was internally thankful that the other had mentioned that two wings were already full, saving him a gracious amount of time that he would have spent walking through a handful of halls with occupied rooms. ".. i say we'll have better chances finding something in the west wing." he added, adjusting the strap of his bag that was draped over his shoulder.

"name's malakai, by the way. i don't think i've seen you around yet. what's yo-.." interrupted by a familiar passerby, the words hung from the waialiki boy's lips as a woman walking down the dock nodded in his direction. it was quick and brief, but just her presence was enough to jog his memory of the farewell festival. it was the same girl that had winked at him without a care in the world; a woman that radiated enough confidence to steal the words right from his mouth mid-conversation yet again.

at some point in time, he needed to meet her. it wasn't enough to continuously interact through a locked gaze seeping with curiosity for who she was. and in the midst of his thoughts did he find himself internally cursing himself as he realized he hadn't acknowledged her in any real way as she walked by besides look. and shortly after did it dawn on him that someone was probably entertained by the internal monologue that he prayed wasn't visibly noticeable in his expression.

diverting his attention back to the boy he was originally talking to, malakai could only let out a huff in embarrassment, chucking and beginning to rub the back of his neck in hopes that the other would just pretend he didn't notice.

"i- um.. well, i was gonna ask what your name was but.." his voice trailed off as he accepted his defeat. she had completely thrown off his concentration without even trying. malakai, zero, mystery girl, one.
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The joint hung in the air between the two of them, a lazy stream of smoke curling and wisping up into the air and permeating the area with a hint of it's scent.

"No need to apologize! It’s not my private beach or anything." Beau studied the guy's face, as if he was making sure he wasn't lying or just being nice for the sake of it. The last thing Beau wanted to do was encroach on someone's need for privacy. But the guy seemed genuine enough, so Beau's offer for the joint, and conversation, still stood as far as he was concerned.

The guy glanced at the joint and Beau was convinced he'd take him up on his offer, but surprisingly he didn't. "Normally, I’d say yes, but I’d rather not risk being under the influence on a school day. I’m Jaihid, by the way."

"Laaaaaame." Beau's response was automatic, and dripping in playful sarcasm. A goofy smile followed before he took another hefty hit from the joint.

"I get it though, man." Beau spoke around the smoke that smilled from his mouth as he exhaled after his hit, tacking on a couple short coughs at the end, as if they were punctuation. "More for me anyway." He chuckled and shot a wink Jaihid's way.

"Name's Beau. Nice to meet ya, Jaihid." Beau took another strong hit, then decided the joint was done, and put it out on the bottom of his shoe as he exhaled, once more sending a small puff of smoke into the air before it dissipated. "You doing any of those event things later? I can totally understand why you'd like, wanna be sober for that. Makes total sense if you ask me."

Now weed free and less likely to permeate Jaihid's surroundings with the sweet scent of Mary Jane (aside from the little bit that had clung to him), Beau approached Jaihid. He still stood about five feet away from him, so as not to cross any personal boundaries, and leaned against a tree. "That and, not everyone's like me I guess. I function better when I'm high. Like. One hundred percent of the time." He chuckled again, and with a healthy self-deprecating humor he continued. "Thinkin maybe I'm the lame one, in that case."









beau rogers




child of tiana











jaihid










sunshineysoul sunshineysoul













♡coded by uxie♡
 
jean-legba facilier
son of dr. facilier.
even when her much smaller hand was clasped within his gentle grasp, the contact wasn't enough to tear his gaze away from her. he did, however, relax a bit more with his level of attention to detail, only ever looking at blanche now rather than over her body. he had spent enough time admiring her, as jean was now keen on getting to know her. for what intention? he would figure that out later.

only now did he realize that she was much more familiar with the flirtation game he was playing, leading her own eyes to explore his body as he had previously did to her. part of him was impressed by the way she was able to recover so quickly; especially when the smoothness of her dialect was almost as effortless as his was. almost, he had thought to himself before pulling his hand away and shoving both of them into the pockets of his shorts.

he had to admit that she was good.

"blanche," he repeated back, letting her name roll off his tongue and mentally storing it away. it was a pretty name for a pretty girl, indeed.

"i probably won't be seeing you at whatever this shithole has planned for us later, but.." he shrugged, letting his voice trail off a little as he was gathering his words, "i think we should get acquainted with one another. like good neighbors do," now, facilier allowed himself to inch a little closer to her, closing most of whatever space there was in between them.

"watta ya say, blanchy? i won't bite. we coulddddd.. explore the trails. maybe even stop at that gazebo everyone's talking about. i could show you some tricks of mine," his tone was much more playful now, all flirtation seeming to expel the more he talked. ever since the motunui sailed after the farewell festival, he had nothing but time on his hands. and jean was internally too eager to put it to good use towards the other unknowing students.

"you ever heard of tarot cards?"
code by valen t.
 



delora corazón.





































  • mood



    calm

















the dark-haired lady had awoken by the rapid beat of her heart and adrenaline pulsing through her veins. cold sweat coated her skin as she gripped the soft comforter beneath as if attempting to ground herself back to reality. distressing dreams were a common occurrence in the girl’s life. some were more like memories, while others were born from her mind’s twisted imagination. while those that held shreds of truth in them, often lingered with her, others swiftly dissipated from her mind. the latter was the preferable scenario. regardless, she had hoped that by embarking on this journey, she might find some peace of mind. however, it seemed that it did not matter where she went as chaos was rooted in her being.

after taking a moment to reorient herself, lore reluctantly sat up with a soft groan. her brown eyes were rimmed with exhaustion and lazily skimmed over her whereabouts. she did not remember what she had been doing before her restless slumber, but based on the state of her bed, she must have fallen asleep while drawing as a small sketchbook and a charcoal pencil rested atop her still-made bed. she frowned down at the doodle and down at the soft pads of her fingertips that were lightly stained with charcoal residue. lovely.

eventually dragging herself onto her feet, delora—with great annoyance—repacked her brown leather duffle bag for the little excursion to waialiki isle that the captain had announced they would be taking as she continued her usual morning routine. she settled for a basic white crop top with high-waisted denim shorts, an oversized black button shirt, and white sneakers. she had arranged her dark strands of hair into a messy ponytail and had opted for a light dusting of makeup that would fair better in the heat of the sun’s rays while on the isle.

after rummaging through her bag for what felt like the one-hundredth time to check she had packed what she wanted, she zipped the bag closed and hauled the longer strap onto her small shoulder before setting off to claim a dorm room.

the walk to the dorm room was relatively peaceful for the daughter of the queen of hearts. after being trapped on a large ship for a week, delora welcomed the feeling of solid ground beneath her feet. though the scenery was much different from that of wonderland and the vast expanse of the sea, in which she had been sailing for the past week, it brought a satisfied smile to the young woman’s lips. since she was a young girl, lore had always longed to know what else was out there in the world, and here she was—getting a very very small glimpse of what else the earth had to offer.

it took her a few knocks on different doors before lore found an empty room. while she was not the last person to claim a room, she was not the first.

delora took only a brief period of time to explore her temporary living quarters as she was eager to look around the area outside. she did not even bother to unpack her duffle bag as they were only going to be on the isle for a couple of days and knew repacking her things, yet again, would only irritate her later on. so, she left her room pretty much the same as when she entered with only her duffle bag to mark her place, and went back outside to survey the foreign land.

the brown-eyed girl had not necessarily meant to end up on the sandy shores of the island. well, actually, she did not exactly have a destination in mind as her intentions were purely that of exploration, but still—there she stood at the edge of where the water surged forward to cover the warm sand. though she could hear voices nearby, lore kept to herself as she often did. instead, she crouched down and let her fingers gently brush over the water's surface as the tide continued to roll in.

































living hell



bella poarch










♡coded by uxie♡
 
naomi virana fang
daughter of chief namaari.
the familiarity of the voice that had called her name almost instantly clicked, resulting in naomi's head snapping in the direction of it quicker than she had wanted to. there was no ounce of her that was ashamed of being happy to see the lady that she gave her heart to months before, but naomi had secretly aimed to dial her emotions down as a preventative measure. she couldn't knock out the habit of the heat easily rising to her cheeks almost insantly at the sight of isla, but she figured that it was best to contain at least some of her buzzing excitement. well, she aimed to try at least.

but try as she might, naomi's heart nearly melted as she walked over to isla artagan. fast wasn't fast enough as she internally cursed her feet for carrying her so slow. one would believe that naomi's agility would kick in, but instead she was forced to stride at an average pace until she came face to face with the one person she loved the most. and almost habitually, fang couldn't help but throw her arms around artagan's neck as she pulled her into a deep hug. this was her home away from home.

"i missed you," the words got lost into isla's hair, but nonetheless, she meant every word. it was only for her to hear anyhow and the gentle tone that was naomi's loving voice made sure that the phrase was laced with the emotional attraction she felt for her. fang could stay stuck for hours but only when she realized that freya was near did she let go to acknowledge her. naomi threw a small, it's good to see you too smile towards her direction, hoping that it would reach her even though she was soon to be preoccupied with another student.

"and you look as gorgeous as ever," genuinity escaped through her buxom lips as it stretched into a toothy grin. only now had she noticed that isla and freya were both matching in dungarees, and she found their friendship to be the sweetest thing. aside from herself, naomi was happy knowing that someone else cared for isla as much as she did. it was one of many things that isla deserved and even though she hadn't known freya for long, a level of trust was definitely instilled within her.

"you excited for the obstacle course everyone's talking about? i think it would be fun!" naomi remarked.
code by valen t.
 



















lexi



daughter of the firebird












Lexi shifted into a more relaxed seat in the sand, propped up by her arms behind her back. Comfort had made its way onto the table. She wasn't sure whether the boy would entertain a conversation, what with him intentionally out of the way from everyone else and all, but he proved friendly enough.

Not that Lexi would know 'friendly' if it hit her in the back of the head. She was fire, after all. What kind of fire leaves behind a friend and not wholesale destruction? More than likely that she would have brushed herself off with a middle finger if she was in the boy's shoes.

He made a comment on how obvious the uneasiness showed on his face, and an amused sneer was her response. Lexi wasn't normally this perceptive of others' mental states, especially the mental state of a decidedly milquetoast kid. It just so happened that the two were sharing kindred discomfort at the concept of a seaborne school, and she picked up on the fact. But he didn't really need to know that, did he? Let the air of mystique linger. Let him be impressed, let him be afraid even. It might make him more malleable down the line.

"It's you and me both,"
Lexi replied, a confident smirk making itself at home about her pierced pale lips.
"I know you probably can't see it right now, but I don't exactly play nice with water."
To demonstrate, and indeed to further make an impression on him, the redhead cupped her palm. At her command, fire sprung from her skin like it was nothing, flickering and alive despite being fueled by nothing. Lexi's free hand reached into her pockets for a pack of old Dunhills, biting into a loose cigarette and setting it alight. The pack, nearly drained of tobacco, remained on the sand next to Lexi, carelessly pointed at the boy next to her. Satisfied by the impromptu lighter, she clenched her fist with deliberate strength, snuffing the flame instantly. No scarring on her skin, no blistering, not even signs of ashes. Her skin, untouched by fire.

"So yes, not a fan of getting wet, not a fan of oceans, not a fan of boats, and yet here I am. Lexi, by the way. Latecomer to this exclusive clubhouse."
The hand that had been aflame now curled into an unserious peace sign. She then tossed the question back.

"Now you'd think that a week on a cruise ship would be enough time to get used to things,"
Lexi muttered sarcastically inbetween inhaling smoke. Fire was her justification for her distaste of water, a truth born out of what she was. She couldn't for the life of her figure out what the boy's reason was. For all intents and purposes, the admittedly milquetoast youth didn't seem out of place in a beach. He sure looked the part of a handsome reserved tourist with few in his mouth and plenty in his wallet.

"So what's bugging you? What's keeping you from getting your sea feet? Sea legs. Sea arms. Whatever."













































♡coded by uxie♡
 
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Oscar




filler



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filler



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filler






  • home (filler tab)



































hailee steinfeld



coast









Oscar looked up at the glaring yellow sun, mercilessly beating down on them and winced a little bit, glad to be ducking back into the very gradually shrinking shade.

It was nice to have his little introvert bubble broken, with the girls arrival, the peaceful, quiet solitude he’d kind of been wallowing shattered. Oscar did like people, he’d rather be around them than not, and he tended to retreat into his head after being alone for a while, but what Oscar didn’t like was carrying conversation, loud crowds, and reaching out to people he didn’t know. That had put him into kind of an isolated an awkward position since boarding the ship, especially as one of the ‘villain’ kids.

“Sorry, I tend to sneak up on people. I also burn to a crisp in about five minutes, so finding this was just a survival tactic”
he replied, as his eyes caught onto her slightly wriggling backpack in concern. It nearly distracted him from her next words.

"I like the tatts, by the way. Designed them yourself?"


At the mention of his tattoos, he glanced down automatically, which he was sure looked very stupid, like he was just remembering they were there.

“oh, thanks. I did most of them, but definitely not all. A lot of them are from mythology, and a lot are botanical.”


It wasn’t just those things, he had other things sprinkled in, things that just looked cool, along with more than one that were admittedly just… very stupid.

He startled when the wriggling bag was suddenly a small dog, sniffing at his feet. When his own start caused the dog to jump back a few steps, he crouched down to get closer, beaming at the tiny ball of fluff.

“Oh my god, hi! I love you! I hope you know that you’re my best friend now,” he declared to the dog, reaching out a hand toward it.








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  • filler

















"You can do it Pumpkin." Freya's words of encouragement were appreciated, but Isla's heart pounded in her ears as Naomi approached her. The approach seemed to take forever, and she found herself wishing that Naomi would move a little faster, get the whole waiting thing over with. If there was one thing Isla hated, it was waiting for things. She felt as if her throat was closing up and her mouth felt dry as a bone as if she'd smoked all morning and hadn't had a sip of water. She gulped, swallowing what little moisture seemed to gather in her mouth, and plastered a sickly sweet smile on her face.

Unable to wait too much longer, Isla closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, readily meeting Naomi's embrace. Despite her guilt, Isla did care for Naomi. She was a wonderful person and Isla liked to consider her a friend, so hugging wasn't completely out of the question, and Isla always did so with gusto. That, and it felt nice. The affection part was her favorite, the soft embraces, the sweet kisses, the cuddling. Isla craved it, loved that sort of attention. The deep intimacy, however, seemed to come hand in hand with commitment. And that part wasn't so nice. Still, as Isla held Naomi in her arms, she figured it might not be so bad of a sacrifice.

She knew she'd change her mind as soon as the affection stopped. She always did.

"I missed you." Naomi's voice swam into the affectionate haze that Isla had seemed to enter, pulling her back into the moment. Her voice was sweet, like warm honey. That was what had drawn Isla to her in the first place. Naomi's voice was that of an angel, melodic. It oozed into every part of you and held fast. Her own sweet siren, dazzling her under a spell that Naomi wasn't even aware she'd put on her. "And you look gorgeous as ever."

Isla merely grinned ear to ear and pulled her girlfriend in for a kiss, it was quick but it was gentle and alluring. "Talk about gorgeous, love, look at you! You literally take my breath away every time. I mean. Stunning." She took her time to take Naomi in, a playful little smirk on her face. The flirtation was easy. But then again, it was easy with everyone else too.

"You excited for the obstacle course everyone's talking about? I think it would be fun! Noami's excitement was cute, and Isla felt a small pang in her stomach once again. Naomi was a treasure. She ought to think herself lucky.

Isla scrunched her nose a bit sheepishly. "I er. I signed up for sparring, not the obstacle course. In my defense though, I really thought it wouldn't like, only be sword stuff? I'm good at wrestling though...and I can shoot an arrow. So, how hard is a sword anyway, hm?" She found herself babbling in effort to ease away her nerves. It wasn't necessarily working, but she thought she was doing a good enough job. Still, she shot a quick glance towards Freya, just to make sure she was still in the same proximity.

"So you signed up for the obstacle course? I would've thought with your sword skills that you'd've signed up for the sparring too?" Isla arched a brow curiously at her girlfriend.








isla artagan




child of merida











with: malakai; mentions: freya & naomi










minajesty minajesty revalia revalia













♡coded by uxie♡
 

















mood



peak curiosity



location



waialiki gazebo



outfit



peep my fit!



tags



izayoiix izayoiix













Arlo Tremblay



son of Aurora & Phillip





The majority of Arlo's life was spent locked in a tower, with the exact same surroundings, the same people in and out on a very regular schedule. Arlo had grown used to the same old same old, day in and day out.

All of this to say, Arlo was not good with surprises.

When he heard a voice behind him, he nearly turned into a cat and jumped six feet in the air. He let out a squeak that almost didn't sound human as his body involuntarily flinched and spun around. His eyes were as wide as they could be, his body seemed to be a little bit drawn into himself, an attempt to make himself small. There was a brief pause before Arlo's body returned to normal and he attempted to brush off his awkward and, quite frankly embarrassing reaction.

"Oh, uh hey, I didn't even hear you coming up," Arlo ran his figured through his hair, another try to appear cooler than his initial reaction to the other student coming up.

He took a moment to take her in, and she was beautiful. To be fair, Arlo thought all women were beautiful, smokin, hot, sexy. He was deprived of non-familial feminine interactions for as long as he could remember, until he came on this ship. On his way to the ship, as he ran away from home, Arlo made two very important realizations. One, that ladies ADORED him. He was a beautiful man, sparkling eyes, glowing luscious locks, it was very easy for him to strike up a conversation with a lady he found attractive. Two, he was a natural flirt. It definitely helped that women found him attractive, but looks were only part of it. Arlo couldn't be pretty and stupid, he had to be smooth with his words. And most of the time, he absolutely was!

Until this one snuck up behind him.

Yeah... Not his best moment...

But he genuinely thought she was beautiful. Arlo didn't really tend to use that word with women, he used it more when describing scenery, location, etc. When he talked about women he tended to describe them as mentioned before; smokin, sexy, hot, etc. But he couldn't help but call the fellow student in front of him beautiful. The island jungle nature around them was beautiful, but she was beautiful in a different way. She was beautiful in the way that Arlo would describe a field of wildflowers. Beautiful, yes, but there was something about how she carried herself that showed him that she might've fought some difficult conditions to get where she was.

"Yeah, there's nothing quite like the natural beauty of the earth, hm?" He quirked an eyebrow at her as his eyes looked around at the trees around them. "I'm more of a mountain kinda guy myself," his eyes fell back on her "but this is a pretty good view as well."












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