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carewyncromwell · 10 months

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jasmine & chia for desiree and bat💙

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

[Desiree has to consider this question incredibly carefully.]

Desiree: "...Truthfully...no, I cannot zhink of anyzhing zhat fits zis question. I have not watched many non-Magique moving pictures, but ze few I have zeen are pleasant enough. And as for books -- mon Dieu! Even zhose books zhat I have read a million times, I would be happy to read again. Even zhose books I have read and not enjoyed as much as ozhers, I would be willing to try again at zome later date. If I end up not liking zhem again, ah! C'est la vie. And zhere are zo many more wonderful zhings to read, in zheir place."

Bat: "Robinson Crusoe. I read it quite a few times as a young lad, largely because there weren't that many fiction books in print appropriate for boys my age back then, Muggle or otherwise...but over time, I've found both the main character and his outlook on the world and the people in it who differ from him less and less pleasant. From what I've been able to research about the author of the novel, it seems Mr. Defoe was an intellectual to a degree, indulging in political satire and championing the ideas of religious freedom at a time when people were arrested for speaking ill of the nobility and violently persecuted for their faith...but the character Defoe created sadly embodies the painfully racist, imperialistic attitude that many non-Britons came to associate with England in particular, when it was a world power."

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

[Desiree can't bite back a wry smile.]

Desiree: "I do not know if zis counts...but ze very time we first met, Monsieur Aquila told me to call him by his nickname alone. I refused, zince we were still but strangers, and it would not be appropriate -- zo I only called him 'Monsieur Aquila.' Even when I joined his crew, I zhought it would be best to call him 'Captain,' for zhat is what he is."

[Her long-lashed black eyes twinkle with something almost girlish, with how much amusement dances through her expression.]

Desiree: "Even now, he ztill tries to coax me to just call him by his nickname -- but I never do."

Julio Aquila is a very handsome name. Zeems a great shame, to shorten it.

@kathrynalicemc

[Have a fanged smirk.]

Bat: "Oh, my old school friends and I had plenty, back in the day. Most of them at my expense...but hey, it was all in good fun! I laughed just as much as anyone else."

Sometimes all you can do in the face of having eternal bad luck is have a good sense of humor about it...

[Memories of Barty and Cecelia swooping in to save him from the consequences of yet another lost bet flicker over Bat's mind, making a bittersweet smile twitch at the corners of his lips.]

Bat: "For a more modern example, though, I can always point to one I've got with Grim. I very often have to go up to the school in dog form -- I'm an Irish Wolfhound Animagus -- and quite a few the portraits have found me rather cute, especially when I come bearing gifts for Grim in my teeth. So several of them started calling me different things, such as 'Mutt' or 'Wolfy' -- "

[Bat's fanged grin spreads.]

Bat: " -- nicknames that Grim occasionally will also 'adopt,' when we're out in public with me as a dog. He always gets such compliments about how well trained I am."

[It's clear this amuses Bat greatly.]

@cursebreakerfarrier

Plant Ask!

#hphl #fantastic beasts and where to find them #plant ask #desiree lestrange #ask desiree #julio aquila #jules aquila #bartholomew varney #cecelia crouch varney #ask bartholomew #atticus grimsley #roleplaying

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lilianade-comics · 1 year

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Can you draw Desiree (Danny Phantom)?

Your wish has been granted! (I'll see myself out now)

#Desiree is an underrated villain! And also stupidly overpowered. homegirl can just break reality if she's asked to!!#danny phantom #art requests #asks

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Live without rest

A wish made to Desiree went wrong, it was not a surprise because all the wishes that she grants always end in the same way. The problem was when it affected not only Amity Park but the entire world.

It all started with a child's request "I wish we could all fly," and even though the word was banned in the city, he took a chance. For good luck or misfortune Desiree heard him, and although nothing happened instantly, the next morning everyone had wings on their backs.

Technically, they could all fly now; but Danny discovered something very dangerous in it, while each one had his own type of wings, he had hummingbird wings, the messengers in Infinite Realms, no matter what he did, his wings did not stop flapping.

Until he forced them, and that triggered his transformation immediately, his wings were no longer fluttering but now he was a ghost; he remembered Clockwork telling him that hummingbirds never stop for more than a few minutes, they live their lives in a rush, and the moment they stop they die, he supposed he could see the connection though at the time he didn't understand the story. Since his first transformation as Phantom he hadn't stopped.

Experimentally he tried to flap his wings again and the moment he did he transformed again, that was handy but he was going to end up horribly tired or revealing himself to his parents by accident; he decided to stop Desiree and return everything to normal.

And he was about to do that when Desiree was summoned (and since when was that even possible?), she scowled at the circle and dragged him next to her, sort of like "if I die, you die with me."

That was how a hummingbird boy and a ghost of wishes found themselves facing a man with bat wings and his bird children, Danny looked at Desiree annoyed and she just shrugged, she had no control over the scope of her wishes.

"Why are there two of them?" A robin exclaimed, flapping his wings at him in annoyance or panic, Danny wasn't sure because he wasn't an expert on birds.

"I don't know, but Constantine assured that the spell would attract the cause of this disaster" the bat man's voice was cold.

The League had become aware of the magical mishap when they all grew wings overnight, but were unable to identify the source until a few hours ago when Constantine got hold of a sign and a summoning spell.

Danny had a few minutes to make those colorful people understand that was better let them go before the wish became irreversible, but with all the reproachful looks they were sending him he didn't know how much they would believe him.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #justice league #batman #hummingbirds #Wing Au kinda #but is just a kid wish #Danny and Desiree had 2 hours left before the wish become irreversible #Desiree don't care she is having fun #Batfam is annoyed #Tim has Drake wings lmao #Jason has Robin wings #john constantine #Why let the bats made a summon you ask?#John actually told them to wait for him #they didn't wait

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yellowistheraddest · 1 year

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LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND FELLOW CONTORTIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT, i present to you 9 drawing requests with accompanying commentary...

request one:

honestly its not a crime but they are criminally curious to learn the rich history of Dallas in 1963! i mean arent you curious, you should google what happened there on november 22nd!!!

request number 2:

OH BABY you know i love making people feel :( my most popular post is characters crying so i was supposed to have fun with it but 3 people hugging - dude, i was no the verge of insanity and in the end pearl just kinda got swallowed up and disappeared.

[[7 MORE UNDER CUT!!]]

request tres:

coming from the last drawing i was still on the 'lmao get sad' bandwagon, and simon and athena they have lived through somethings so once again i drew people crying :D so heres a drawing of little athena and her goth uncle having a nice little hug and nothing ever went wrong

request četiri:

by now everyone should know that my favourite AU is these two bastards meeting before phoenix became a lawyer; ya know so he doesnt need to break his back trying to learn law as an art student - not that he learns much as he doesnt know what a cross examination is in his first case,,

request pénte:

this request marked the second day of drawing.

now,, i might have not read the request before i drew sooo i kinda just drew them taking a selfies at a steel samurai con so i kindly edited the second drawing to contain a peace sign. [the plush is the hellish creature named the iron infant [from AAI i think] and i bet its like the worst character in the franchise and these two will definitely burn it when they get home]

request numero sześć:

now i swore to never post kissing on here so i spare myself of the cringw when i look back later, so just dont read the first half and enjoy the way i found out you cant really draw flicking without making a comic. like the motion is so small yet so powerful how do you draw that?!?!?!?!?!? this looked miles better in my brain...

request shtatë:

you know what else is like rocks? big frozen chunks of ice, like the one here :D

RIP LMAO

request huit:

ah the t4t to end all t4ts. ron is definitely a guy to fall at first sight and bro desiree is the definition of girlboss

also people forget that larry was rons coworker and i need more content of those two because they are just wildly opposite

[edit: ''sir are good'' HUH??? brother i need to go to sleep and just not draw for the next millenia]

now we have arrived at the end of our trip...

you may be thinking "yellow, you said that there were 9 drawings!"

YES, but no.. theres probably a reason behind this but when i opened my inbox and saw this was like a game character who was stun locked. i mean look at this, aka request number NINE:

love ya to death, babes, but please get some rest because i think you forgot to write in the characters you wanted to see. despite that i decided to draw what you requested:

now just imagine whichever characters you waant in those places! wait was your request an investment so you can have an infinite amount of ships inserted into this pose???

anywho, ummmmm.. yeah Now we have reached the end - but do not fear, im not dying or going away. im still going to be here on my ace attorney bullshit as long as my brain can stand.

sadly i have to say GOODNIGHT, LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND FELLOW CONTORTIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT. may we meet once again when the planets align and it rains in the greatest depths of the ocean o7

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radio-cryptid · 2 days

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Could you draw THE Ron Delite?

THE Ron DeLite !!!!?!?!?

My brain went: You can't draw him without his wife, he'll be lonely :( So you get Desirée as well ! I have never drawn either of these two so this was really fun!, ty for suggesting it

The bridal carry was based on the picture under the cut

#ace attorney #ron delite #desiree delite #art #ace attorney fanart #Deliteful #:) hehe #These two are the couple ever #I love characters that a big part of their personality is “I love my spouse”#asks #art requests

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spookberry · 7 months

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You know what would be cute? If Gigi Grant saw Desiree fight with Danny Phantom and went "Omighoul, hi Auntie!~"

Desiree isn't an actual Genie. Shes a ghost meant to resemble a genie. So I can't really see her being related to Gigi.

If anything I think in DP lore its more interesting to consider Desiree as the origin for the Western idea of what a genie is. She isnt a djinn or genie or anything like that, shes just a woman who had her whole life taken from her and in death has been cursed to only ever be able to grant the wishes of others but never her own. Tho she did at some point get locked in a genie lamp which I can only presume is cuz some previous enemy of hers wished it so.

#ask #danny phantom #monster high #sorry to be a party pooper #not that itd be impossible for a ghost genie yo exist in mh just that it goes against Desiree's actual canon lore

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shellyseashell · 8 months

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What are your headcanons about the other parents of the VKs?

pretty sure i’ve talked about them a few times before, but idk where, so i’ll just make a list here. these are just the ones i actually have headcanons for, and that are actually canon characters.

evie: esteban

jay: just someone from the street

carlos: i like the idea of bruno, but i’m not sold on it. maybe cruella was married for like a year.

hooks: zarina

celia: no one specific, as long as she’s a half sister to freddie and uma

freddie: ursula

claudine: a romani woman who was sent to the isle

gil: a pirate

dizzy: hans

anthony: the baker from cinderella 2

uma: dr. facilier

hadie: persephone

jade: sarousch

desiree: shan yu

ginny: idk about her father, but i like her mother being cassandra

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gale-gentlepenguin · 14 days

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Desiree from Danny phantom.

Solid Genie/Fortune teller drip. Has a bit of appeal, which is helped by how she's drawn. But I have seen the fit done better. But definitely like the look

#rate the drip #drip ask game #drip ask #desiree

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wowowwild · 8 months

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13 for the ask meme?

13. Favorite minor character?

Ron & Desiree DeLite (do not separate). Their whole vibe got me. Like Ron "I admitted to a court room full of witnesses and legal professionals that I was a master criminal but they can't retry me bc of double jeopardy" & Desiree "idc that he's a thief bc he's honorable and not a liar about it" DeLite. They are disgustingly in love. They set up a business where they create thief proof security and then sell that same information to thieves. They are bi4bi also.

#ace's ask #ace attorney #ron delite #desiree delite

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grimalkinmessor · 6 months

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OKAY OKAY FINE (its ecto smiley face)

Maybe Garden Care horror/smut Tea OR

L/Light fluff sweets bc im a sucker for that

@ectoplasmicsoda YEESSS *rubs my grubby lil paws together*

Decided to go with Garden Care because I've never written them before 👀 HISTORICAL AU ✨ SORTA ✨ Warnings in the tags!

Garden Care/Horror-Smut/Tea

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There's a leaf in Morgana's tea.

Normally, they wouldn't find this particularly odd, given that tea is generally made of leaves, but this is not a tea leaf. It's a whole leaf, bright red with lingering bits of green along the veins, and it's big enough that it nearly covers the entire surface of their tea cup.

Again, Morgana would not usually find this strange; they have tracked in many a stray leaf throughout their life, attached to their sweaters or stuck to the bottom of their boots. It's hard not to find leaves and petals in odd places when Morgana shares their mother's love for plants and keeps a few in almost every room of the house.

But they find this one—this particular leaf—odd for a couple of reasons. The first being that this is not the first time, or even the third time that a leaf like this has ended up in their tea cup. Whenever Morgana makes tea, they always make sure the cup is clean first, and yet somehow for the past few months they've always found a stray leaf (bright red with lacey green veins) floating in their cup a few sips in. The second thing is that, despite how much Morgana wishes it was, it is not autumn. A clearly autumnal leaf in their tea when all the trees around them are lush and green is yet another oddity.

The third thing—and the most damning of all—is that this leaf is not from any plant that Morgana recognizes.

Morgana knows plants. They know the name of every flower under the sun, and even some that thrive in shadow. The fact that they don't recognize what tree this leaf is from bothers them. Their mother loves botany—they live in the damn woods. They have books upon books upon books on every plant known to man, and—due to Sam Manson's hidden witchcraft tomes—even some that aren't.

They are more irked by the fact that these leaves are unidentifiable to them than the fact that the leaves are appearing at all. Which, Morgana supposes, is a rather backwards list of priorities. But still! They can't stand not knowing.

Morgana asks their mom first, but she also has no idea what it could be either. And when Morgana takes it to their neighbor, Desiree (who is like a second mother to them, considering how often she's over at the Manson house and how close she and Morgana's mom are), she stares at it for a long, long moment before smiling and telling Morgana that she has absolutely no idea where it could've come from.

It's an obvious lie, and Morgana is all the more suspicious for it—as well as hurt, too. Desiree treats Morgana as her own child; she's never lied to them before.

The only option left is for Morgana to figure it out on their own.

Sneaking out one of their mom's spellbooks from beneath the floorboards of their home, Morgana grabs the leaf that had appeared in their tea cup this morning (crimson as blood, split with green) and ventures out of the house and further into the woods. Only when they're out of sight of both their own home and Desiree's do they settle down at the base of a tree. Morgana flips through the spellbook, searching for a certain page, and smiles when they find the one they're looking for.

A tracking spell.

Closing their eyes, Morgana cups their hands around the leaf and whispers out the spell. Their voice is soft, but the wind picks up around them, swirling through their oddly colored hair and whistling between the trees surrounding them. Morgana feels magic spark in their palms, a small flush of energy leaving them, and they open their eyes again to see a thin, wispy trail of blue light spiraling off into the woods.

Shock jolts through Morgana—some part of them was still convinced they were simply being paranoid—and then a bolt of excitement mixed with fear. Because this means they were right. Something is putting mysterious leaves in their tea on purpose.

Scrambling to their feet, Morgana takes off after the trail before it fades. They follow the blue mist through the forest at a run, easily leaping over stray tree roots and rocks; Morgana knows these woods well. But even then, their mother only ever let them stray so far. Soon, the amount of trees they recognize trickles down...and runs out.

Morgana knows they're not headed in the direction of the village proper—they're headed further from it, if anything. The trees begin to clump closer together the farther they go, trunks thickening and foliage beginning to blot out the mottled sunlight. The smell of wet peat and soil, moss and herbs, grows stronger with every step. Morgana runs, but the ist of their spell is starting to fade. With a curdle of dread in their stomach, they realize that they won't be able to follow it back home. Morgana shakes their head, sucking in a sharp, painful breath as their lungs burn and their legs ache. They have to keep going. Their curiosity will drive them mad if they don't.

Then, just before the mist fades completely, Morgana finds its end.

The trees are so close together now that Morgana has to go slower in order not to run into them. It's quiet here. Near silent. They stumble into a small gap in the trees, and blink.

There, amongst the gritty tree bark and thick brown coat of dead leaves, a small table sits in the center of the trees, which—now that Morgana is looking, they're uneasy to find form a perfect circle around it. It's a nice table, ornate, white marble and silver, but it's weathered and dulled, bits of moss scattered all across it. There's a single matching velvet chair in a similar state, pulled slightly back from the table, like someone stood up in a hurry and left. But the dirt and leaves around it are void of footprints, and the grime covering both pieces of furniture is untouched. No one has been here in a very long time.

The worst part, however, is the innocuous little tea cup sitting in the center of the table.

The saucer and the cup are deep blue china with gold glimmering on the rims, pristine and shining in a way that contrasts the furniture around it. Morgana swallows and takes a step forward to see that the tea cup isn't empty. A pale pink liquid sits inside, like rose tea with too much milk. As Morgana stares down at it, the familiar smell of their favorite tea floats to their nose, beckoning them forward.

'There is something...wrong here,' Morgana thinks as they take another, slow step forward. 'Very wrong...'

Sam has told them stories before, of children getting stolen away by fairies and crones and many other hungry creatures—but Morgana isn't a child anymore. They should be wary, yes, but it's...so hard to think of those stories when the sight, the smell, the mystery before them...is so enrapturing.

Then, from above, a deep crimson leaf drifts down from the canopy and lands neatly—suspiciously precisely—in the tea cup. The warm, decadent smell grows stronger.

In a trance, Morgana takes that last step forward and reaches for the tea, curling their hands around it and lifting it to their mouth. They know, vaguely, to be alarmed. They should put it down. Morgana has never finished their tea once they discovered the leaf inside. This is an unknown. This is dangerous.

Morgana blinks, hesitates—and yet still drinks.

Their eyes flutter shut, sweet ambrosia washing over their tongue that sets their every nerve alight, a sensation like wind and static racing through them. Morgana moans appreciatively into the gold rim, tipping their head back further. It feels, simultaneously, like drinking ice cold water on a summer's day and sipping from a mug of spiced chocolate as they watch the snow fall. It feels like running their hands along the softest flower petals, like basking under the sun, like admiring the stars. It feels like bathing outside in the spring, every flower turned to face Morgana as they run their palms over their skin, slick and warm with the sun.

Morgana empties the cup and whines when the sensation stops. The pretty leaf butts up against their lips, and the draw it in, desperate for more. It dissolves like lacewing in their mouth, cinnamon on their tongue.

Heat bolts through Morgana in a sudden wave. It's so strong that it makes their knees weak, and they nearly collapse where they stand, one hand shooting out to balance themself on the mossy marble table.

Around them, the forest darkens.

Morgana heaves in a breath, vision swimming, as the sunlight blots out completely. They gasp as the ground beneath them begins to shake, like the roots of the trees surrounding them are writhing underneath the dirt. The beautiful tea cup gets jostled from their hand and is promptly swallowed by the jittering mass of leaves and dirt beneath Morgana's feet.

With a sound like cracking thunder, a thick green vine shoots up out of the ground, whipping towards Morgana at such speeds that they don't have time to dodge. Several more follow, ripping up out of the forest floor to lash around Morgana's arms, legs, waist, lifting them abruptly into the air. They yelp, stomach twisting, but their struggles are weak. Their head is... They're so dizzy...

And, Morgana realizes with mounting horror as the vines around them grow thorns, tearing through their clothes until they're nothing but tatters—so wet.

Morgana is ungodly, inconceivably aroused.

A hand strikes up through the dirt, followed by a shoulder and the massive torso of something fibrous and herbal, thorned flowers growing down what looks to be thick vines of hair. Glowing sea green eyes fix on Morgana, and a long, green tongue slithers out of a grinning, fanged mouth. Morgana's head falls back, eyes wide and jaw dropped, as that tongue slicks up their bared thigh and licks right up their core, dragging up their stomach and chest and ending at their throat.

A soft, unearthly rumble of pleasure vibrates through the air. "My lovely Morning Glory, you've returned to me."

"Wh—wh-at...?" Morgana shudders out, pupils blown. Their glasses are askew on their face, more naked than not, terrified and trembling and so wet it's dripping down their leg. "What are—who—?"

They're cut off by the hulking monster slicking its tongue up against them again, this time focusing solely on the space between their legs. Morgana bites their lip so hard it bleeds, cheeks bleeding red as they muffle their moan into a deep grunt.

"Oh, you've grown into yourself so beautifully, darling," the thing purrs as it pulls back. Morgana shakes, hands fisting and toes curling as a separate vine slithers up their leg and begins to rub at them in place of the monster's tongue. Morgana gasps as the tapered tip pushes in, wriggling its way into their cunt and coating itself in their slick. It burns, it almost hurts, but its also the best thing Morgana's ever felt. They rock their hips into the intrusion, unable to help themself as their head tips back, wild eyes hazily glimpsing the reddened, black canopy above. Above Morgana, the monster purrs. "Look at you, taking it so well. I knew you would be perfect—I knew you would be mine."

Morgana can't—they can't think beyond the pleasure coursing through their body right now, every little twitch and shift making a new part of them light up with ecstasy. The creature's words are nothing but nonsense to their ears, the buzzing feeling of those glowing eyes hungrily roving over their body only serving to send Morgana that much closer to the edge.

Deep green vines slide over bronze skin, touching and stroking and thrusting, all while Morgana moans and pants into the humid air between them. They can feel the pressure—the pleasure—building in their gut, a tingly sensation sparking up in their feet and the backs of their thighs as it mounts higher and higher. Through the heavy fog, Morgana feels trepidation. There's the vague, alarmed thought that this feels too big, that this will kill them, that this will swallow them whole—

And then it crashes over them, striking lightning through their veins and making their whole body seize in place, a strangled shriek ripping out of their mouth as involuntary tears bead at the corner of their eyes. Morgana's vision goes white, the nirvana of this one, singular feeling razing through their bones and buzzing in their teeth. And through it all, the vines' movements don't cease, stringing Morgana along through the strongest orgasm they've ever had in their life.

A heavy clawed hand pushes through their hair, petting them gently as they whine and twitch with aftershocks. "Easy, darling. Wasn't that a warm welcome?"

Morgana can't see, their vision still dotted with spots of white. But their head....their head is clearing. Morgana lifts their head with a great amount of effort, managing to stammer out a weak, "W-who...are you?"

'What are you?' Morgana wants to ask, but they bite their tongue.

The monster smirks, rising up to its full height and taking Morgana with it (him...?). The flowers blooming from its draping locs wither and twist before blossoming into lavender roses and rainflowers.

"I am Undergrowth, little Morning Glory, Fae King of the Woods," it—he, responds. He presses a hand over his chest, bowing until his face hovers just above Morgana, sealing them in a curtain of vines. "And you are mine."

The vines around Morgana tighten then, possessive and warning. Morgana swallows hard, too weak right then to even struggle.

They were foolish. They should've listened when Desiree told them to leave it alone. Because now?

Now they don't have a choice.

#garden care #morgana manson #undergrowth #smut #nff #horror #spooky prompts #my writing #asks #ectoplasmicsoda #tw dubcon #danny phantom #tw aphrodisiacs #CONTEXT THAT I DIDN'T ADD BC THIS IS ALREADY LATE: in this au desiree fell in love with sam and knew that sam wanted to have a child but #couldnt. the nearby village was also getting suspicious of her being a single woman that lived in the woods. so desiree made a deal with #undergrowth for a seedling that she could plant in sam's body. morgana was the result! they are biologically sam and desiree's child .#BUT unfortunately deals with forest kings tend to have fine print and that fine print was that morgana belongs to undergrowth :'3 forever #sam and desiree were doing too good a job at keeping morgana wary of and away from the depper parts of the forest though so—#undergrowth had to get creative lmao oops #long post

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carewyncromwell · 8 months

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Character ask: Bonjour Desiree! 👋 How do you and your crewmates decide on which country or destination to visit whenever you're all at the Empyrean? Does it involve planning ahead, does it depend on the mission, or are they chosen spontaneously? Speaking of your crewmates, what are they up to today?

Desiree: "Mm...well, most of ze time, our course is guided by ze whims of our Captain. However spontaneous zhey can be."

[She shoots a significant smile in Jules's direction. @kathrynalicemc]

Desiree: "But zat does not mean zat Monsieur Aquila is disinterested in ze rest of ze crew's ideas for future destinations -- au contraire. Monsieur Aquila is very charmed by ze tales of non-Magique pirates, who were quite democratic in zheir approach to sailing ze seas. Everyzhing zhey did was settled by popular vote. Alzhough Monsieur Aquila frequently proposes new destinations and missions for us, he will always give ze others a chance to disagree or propose alternatives. Zhere have even been some select times, when any member of ze crew has actively opposed ze mission, that ze Empyrean will fly to ze destination and only zhose who approve of ze mission shall undertake it."

Mon Ami Alton bypassed Monsieur Aquila's 'targets' zhat made him collide with me prior to my joining ze crew, after all.

Desiree: "But yes -- alzhough Monsieur Aquila is our captain and navigator, he is always open to ozher destinations. I doubt Monsieur Aquila would've directed us toward ze United States as much as he 'as if not for Monsieur Zain requesting it...and of course if Mon Ami Alton @oneirataxia-girl ever requires any new equipment, Monsieur Aquila will immediately plot a course to fetch it."

[Desiree smiles a bit more affectionately. Jules's devotion to the people in his life was one of the things Desiree admired most about him.]

Desiree: "...As for ze crew, we 'ave all set about our daily duties. I've finished taking inventory and checking all of ze ropes and sails, and now I'm cleaning ze galley. Mon Ami Alton has zet to work fixing ze furnace, while Monsieurs Hopper @thatravenpuffwitch and Witt @sirfluffig 'ave taken Monsieur Zain into town zo zhat zhey can pick up supplies... (as an aside) Monsieur Zain has become more capable on his own, but Monsieur Hopper and I ztill don't think it best he go out without zome zupport -- especially around les Non-Magiques. And Monsieur Witt is very good at getting good deals at ze market."

[At that very moment, Zephyr the occamy has slithered through the air over to his "mom," curling up around her neck like a playful little scarf. Desiree laughs, clearly a bit startled, but nonetheless rubs at the back of his neck with her finger.]

Desiree: "Ah! And given zat Zephyr has come to see me, rather zhan staying with Monsieur Aquila...I would hazard a guess zhat he's completely focused on plotting our route."

[Her black eyes sparkle with fondness as she looks up at the ceiling. Maybe she should check on Jules and see how things were shaping up...]

Character Ask!

#character ask #desiree lestrange #ask desiree #roleplaying #jules aquila #julio aquila #kathleen alton #felix witt #lugh hopper #darian zain #zephyr

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