bakerstreet | “Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.”

( probable kidnapper )

(Relevant info can be found here.)

[ Depending on who it was, she wouldn't mind being kidnapped. ]

ngl i love this trope a lot. up for reverse hades/persephone too, otherwise he's likely the aggressor.

[ f/f is my main want but honestly, a man who is willing to be dominated would be good. ]

[This is basically crackshipping, but witch4witch? In case you're not familiar, Sadira is from the Aladdin TV show (so, desert climate), and she's learned telekinetic sand powers from a library of spell scrolls she found, left behind by a coven of 'sand witches' (pun definitely intended, knowing Disney). She could easily have connected with Ursula through magic practice.

Tbh, either could be the kidnapper in this instance. Sadira can be kind of clingy.]

[ ooc; omfg Ursula being kidnapped is so hilarious to me that I'm so down for it.

I could AU her to be still on the Atlantean council with Trident as king, and maybe she's in Sadira's kingdom in disguise as 'Vanessa' supposedly on a mission as 'ambassador' (or assassin if the monarch won't play ball) to stop some of the fishing expeditions out on their waters... but lbr Ursula is here to get more power for herself. She and Sadira could have been in contact before she arrived, so maybe she'll surprise Sadira with this hot lady body. ]

[Yass, I like it! Sadira tends to be anti-violence, but anything short of physically hurting people is cool with her if she gets her way (at least in her earlier appearances; she turns to the light side later), so she would probably be willing to help as long as Ursula doesn't tell her she might bump off the Sultan and/or Jasmine.

Do you want me to start? I can put up a starter as soon as I get off work.]

[ ooc; Ursula is incredibly manipulative so she probably sung Sadira all the reassurances she needs. That she's a good witch herself and HELPS people...

Fortunately her plan probably isn't to bump off Sultan or Jasmine, but puppet Sultan like Jafar did. She might even be offering herself as wife to Sultan and being 'kidnapped' by Sadira is part of some 'hard-to-get' ploy she's got going to nip up control over the professionals who are sure to be sent to 'rescue' her. You know Ursula - she'd rather use up people than kill them unless they set off her temper.

Sure, you can start it! I'm sorry I don't have Vanessa icons on hand for the journal, but I can prob dig some up to post in tags. It's up to you how much she's seen of Ursula's true form... she's probably heard her real voice at least through their long distance talks. ]

See, Sadira thought things would be different. After reconciling with Jasmine, after making friends with Aladdin and his entourage, she thought she could make them see things her way. The world is always going to a little unfair, a little unbalanced, a little bit cruel to the people who are the weakest. But it doesn't have to be THIS unbalanced. You don't have to have children hungry on the street while the princess feeds fresh meat to her pet tiger, or sick people huddling to keep warm at night while the wealthy amuse themselves. They could have changed things, but instead they're off on wild adventures half the time, and she told herself for the longest time it was just innocent fun. They're young, she gets that. She's young, too. Everyone wants to have some fun before they settle down.

But she's on the streets more than Jasmine, and she sees the poverty. Aladdin ought to know better, he came from the streets. He seems to have forgotten that, and they call him a hero anyway.

It's not malice; they're not bad people. They're just a bit thoughtless. She just expected so much more of them.

There's only so much she can do on her own, of course, and she's pored over her spell scrolls in the old Coven cellar, but most of what's there is for combat or trickery. She's getting pretty good at what she can do, but it's not enough. Eventually, she starts to play around with the portal to the Realm of Mists, which is risky, but it puts her in touch with other magic users all around spacetime, and that seems worth it to her.

The first time she hears Ursula's voice, she likes her at once. Granted, she's not a great judge of character, but it's a nice voice, pleasantly low and resonant and cultured. They have good conversations! They talk about magic and how underappreciated they are and how frustrating it is when the people in power don't do the job they ought to be doing. They do attempt a visual exchange through the portal, but sand is a truly terrible medium for scrying. She sees a silhouette, tentacular forms flickering in the corners of the image like smoke, but doesn't get a great look at her face. It doesn't really matter, though. She's learning so much from the sea witch!

She is nothing short of thrilled when she finds out Ursula has plans to visit. It's a political visit, but Sadira would like to believe it's at least mostly for the sake of coming to meet her. She's just...really excited to have a friend she can rely on. Finally! And Ursula's plan is kinda of brilliant. Jasmine and Aladdin aren't ready to rule, which leaves the Sultan, and he's past his prime. A little help, a bride, to nudge him in the right direction? Perfect. No one gets hurt, Sadira gets what she wants, Ursula gets what she wants, and they all live happily ever after. Right? Right??

She makes a point of being in the palace on a friendly visit when 'Vanessa' and her caravan arrive. Everything she knows about the Sultan and the palace has been relayed via the Portal of Mists. It shouldn't be too hard for Ursula, in her pretty disguise, to sweet-talk her way into the Sultan's heart. And then some very well-constructed sand golems will be dropping in to create chaos at the right moment.

This is so exciting! Sadira has tried the straight and narrow, and in the end she's more morally grey than black or white, but she's a street rat. Life is always better when you've got a hustle going on.

[I can switch to bracket format if you prefer. No need to worry about icons, I don't actually have that many. But the idea of them running a con together is weirdly adorable?? So let's see where it goes.

eta: yikes, that came out longer than I thought. Don't feel you have to match the length there. I tl;dr.]

Edited 2018-08-02 02:34 (UTC)

[ ooc; heyhey friend, your intro was absolutely perfect and I love it. I just wanted to let you know I'm a dumbass and took on way too many threads recently so my pace is probably gonna be once every 1-3 days. if that's not cool with you and you'd rather wait or drop I completely understand.

I'll be tagging you shortly, but just wanted to make it clear I'm real stupid and any potential slowness is on me and not you. ]

[Way too many threads is the story of my life. And I actually don't play Sadira that often so I am sure to be slow, too. That pace sounds right up my alley, and thank you for the heads-up.]

Truth be told, Ursula has never had another witch to speak to outside of her sister, who she was in constant competition with since they were young.

It's... Something else. It's something different and pure in its own way. Sadira? Ursula thinks she's sweet and entirely prone to manipulation, given her ideals. But she's... considerable. She's got potential.

As old as she is, Ursula has never felt the need to mentor another. She's only ever been concerned about herself until now. Even as she sat upon Triton's counsel, she was always on the lookout for more. More power, more for herself. There was never any doubt in her mind that she'd eventually become the ruler of the seven seas if she worked hard enough.

This had changed, at least slightly, when she had picked up contact with Sadira through the bubble in the depths of her personal lair. The truth was Ursula was lonely in spite of being so sure she needed no one else but herself to meet her goals. Sadira, where she was on land, couldn't bring her anything from a material perspective...

But she was company, and Ursula was inclined to always be on her best behavior when they spoke. It wasn't quite a deception, per se, as much as someone pretending to be at the best end of their own personal philosophy. The best possible scenario as a ruler, in Ursula's mind, was in fact a happy kingdom who just happened to follow her every whim. Who could say she was different than Triton? ( That was her thinking, anyway. )

When there was an opportunity to make a connection with Agrabah, Sadira's home, Ursula volunteered to be an ambassador. She and Triton were actually close friends in these days, almost, so it wasn't too difficult to assure him she'd work her magic and make sure the fishing expeditions that had killed his own wife would stop.

He agreed that, at any cost, it should be so.

So here she was, donned up as that black-haired, olive-skinned 'Vanessa' who told the Sultan her tiny kingdom against the sea was suffering. The actual monarch herself wasn't much, was actually only still nine years old, but this is a time where word is the name of the game and that... takes weeks.

Ursula hadn't recognized Sadira when she came in because she'd never had anything but the girl's voice. But she did feel the girl was looking out for her.

As she sat, long and lengthy legs over the Sultan's lap, she knew her girl was going to come for her. And that made it easy to kiss the old man's portly cheek, to tell him that she was going to make his kingdom greater than he ever could imagine. That she wanted him.

Edited (my dumbass is too used to brackets, sorry) 2018-08-03 07:54 (UTC)

Malleable is a good word to describe Sadira. You give a girl like that--a girl who's had nothing and no one to rely on since she was old enough to walk and speak--and she's going to hold onto it for all it's worth. And if that requires a couple little changes in the way she does things? It's probably worth it.

Probably.

She's not exactly coming from a place of desperation, mind you. She's on good terms with the princess and prince consort, and she's got a place to live and all she needs to eat, not to mention space to practice her art, but the friendship Ursula offers is more engrossing. She's susceptible to affection, slow to notice or react to condescension, and quick to pick up on pointers.

That last quality will play to their advantage here. The thing about Sadira's sand creations is they're naturally vulnerable to water. A forceful spray from a fountain, a sudden wave--that's all it takes to make them lose cohesion and collapse. At least, that's all it used to take. There is nothing like collaborating with a water witch to help seal that hole in her knowledge base. Now she can make a golem using water to strengthen the bonds between grains of sand, which makes them more flexible and agile, almost rubbery when they're hit.

The royal guard is going to be surprised. She's made a point of shaping the golems like crabs and starfish, to throw suspicion away from her. At least, they look like the mental images she got when Ursula described crabs and starfish to her. In reality, they're somewhere between sea creatures and eldritch horrors, limbs sticking out in every direction. The royal guard has no idea what they're looking at when the monsters advance upon them.

By the time trouble begins outside, Jasmine, Aladdin, and Sadira have come to meet the Sultan's new friend, and Jasmine is highly, visibly suspicious. Sadira, on the other hand, is a little dazed. She wasn't sure what to expect of Ursula/Vanessa, and academically she knows she's capable of shapeshifting, but for some stupid reason she can't tear her eyes away from those graceful legs.

Before more than a "...um, hi!" can be exchanged, the sand monsters break in, and--she's done a damn good job. They don't even look like sand, more like glossy, polished mud. Two are dragging unconscious guards, which they promptly hurl at Aladdin. Sadira winces, but she's willing to make a minor exception to her opposition to violence where the guards are concerned. They're bullies, in her opinion.

In any case, the fight that ensues is pretty spectacular. Vanessa won't get to see all of it, since she gets grabbed by a thirteen-legged "starfish" and carried off early on, but before she's carried away she does get to see Sadira sparring with her own golem, flinging balls of sand that explode in its face.

The place she's taken to is outside the city, a secondary lair for the sand sorceress. Calling it a lair is a little generous, in fact. It's a glorified cave, but there's a pool of water, some food and supplies, a cozy little bed, and books and scrolls in trunks all over. It's a good hour before Sadira arrives, herself, thoroughly dusty, a little bruised, and exhausted but elated. Using that much power makes for a big day for her, but she pulled it off. They pulled it off.

"They don't suspect a thing!" she crows as she bounds into the room, eager to really meet her long-distance friend at last. "I told them I would try to track you using magic. All we have to do is wait a couple days and then either we can let Aladdin find you, or I can bring you back myself. Are you--uhm. Sorry. Are you okay? Do you want a drink or anything?"

She won't be upset if Ursula has already helped herself to the supplies, but it's nice to be a good host.

[Ignore this if dnw, but I can't resist the idea of Flynn getting kidnapped and dominated by Ursula.]

First, find a picture of yourself. Second, write where and when you will next be by the ocean on the back of that picture. Third, put that picture in a bottle that has been half-filled with sand for weight. Fourth, drop the bottle into the ocean. Fifth, be at the location you specified at the time you specified, but ensure you are facing away from the ocean. If you complete all of these steps, the witch of the sea will come and take you away from your troubles and transport you to a world of pleasure.

That was the current rumor going around the kingdom, and Flynn couldn't help but laugh when he heard it. As a knight, he had heard some ridiculous rumors before, but a "sea-witch" who will kidnap you if you ask? That really took the cake.

However, as Flynn inevitably did, he sat down one day and began to ask himself, "But what if it was true?" Was it safe? Was this witch of the sea a threat to the people, even if her kidnappings were entirely consensual? Was she kidnapping anyone who didn't ask her to? How did she know the person in question was really requesting their own kidnapping? And what was happening to those she kidnapped? Did the witch have a spell to help them breathe underwater? Would those people ever be allowed to leave their captivity?

All of these questions running through his mind caused a sick feeling to materialize in the pit of Flynn's stomach. And that feeling gave rise to one last question: Did he feel this way because he was worried about the people this so-called witch could whisk away, or because he wanted to be taken away from his own troubles to a world of pleasure?

This last question was the most important of all the questions Flynn had asked himself, but it was the only one he did not want to answer. Luckily, Flynn was always good at ignoring his own personal problems by investing himself in the potential problems of others ~~or using them as an excuse~~. It was what made him such a good knight. And today, he had decided that being a good knight meant investigating this rumor so he could answer those questions. And so, he had followed the above steps, placing his picture in a bottle half-filled with sand, corking it, and dropping it into the ocean.

The next day, Flynn waited in the spot indicated by his directions on the back of the picture. It was a secluded stretch of grassy land near a deep part of the ocean. The land was about a foot above sea level, so any abduction from the sea would be easy. Flynn knelt on the grass facing away from the water, his bare feet inches from the dropoff into the sea. Since he would be in the water soon if these rumors were true, Flynn was dressed only in a tight-fitting pair of swim trunks. It was an idea that seemed sensible at the time but felt silly in execution. Much like this entire idea of his.

"What am I even doing here," Flynn chided himself, wondering for the umpteenth time if he should just leave before someone saw him.

[ ooc; Omfgggg I love this! Just to let you know, I bit off way more than I can chew between my characters lately. Doesn't mean I don't want to thread with you, but I know I'll probably only be able to make a tag once every two or three days with this given the length! If you want to drop or put the thread on hold for a couple of weeks, I completely understand! But I wanted to let you know very quickly I love this premise and think it's fun!

I'll be tagging you back shortly, just wanted to send a quick note so you weren't worried! ]

((OOC: Thank you very much for the considerate message! And yes, I'm sorry about the length, I realized after hitting "post comment" that I may have gone a little crazy, haha!

Please don't worry about the length! I myself am infamous for biting off more than I can chew and taking forever to return tags. Not to worry, I completely understand I won't be putting this thread on hold or dropping. Considering that I currently work two jobs, a tag once every two or three days is probably for the best, lol!

Than you again for letting me know! I'm really glad you like my silly post. I went back and forth on whether I should post it like 87 times, haha!))

[ ooc; noooo, it's not a length to apologize for at all! moreso I meant it's an introspective piece rather than a simple dialogue one. and I want to give you just as good if I can for the sake of the narrative! I love it! honestly it made me laugh a lot when I first read it. Flynn is adorable!

I'm glad you decided to go through with it! I'm happy to play with him. If you have any preffs for Ursula or have a kink list you'd like to play out, please let me know here or through PMs and let's go for some! of course I assume you know Ursula is kind of a neutral/lawful evil character but if you would like her to be more good I am deff up for altering her so you can be comfortable. ]

((OOC: Well thank you very much for saying so! And I'm glad you like Flynn! I was kind of worried I was describing the scenario more than I was describing him.

As for a kink-list, I actually do have one right here! Basically my favorites are femdom and bondage, so Ursula deciding to bind and gag Flynn with her tentacles would be A+ for me! As long as Flynn is alive and relatively unharmed (by that I mean nothing as serious as a broken bone) during his torments, I'm all good. Are there any kinks in particular that you like to play with?

I am more than okay with Ursula going neutral or lawful evil on Flynn. Flynn may protest a bit if he finds out that the sea-witch isn't as benign as the rumors suggest, but he did ask for this.))

[ ooc; many of your kinks align with mine. I'm sure it'll be some bondage and femdom stuff to start with. maybe she'll tell him he needs to stay in her grotto for a while until she can get the materials to make him a merman proper and play with him in the meantime. Ursula is a pretty manipulative person. in canon she gives it away easily by cackling over how evil she is, but if I removed just that aspect I think it would be very easy for Flynn to be convinced she's a good person at first. I don't mind doing this in the least, just want to acknowledge it'd be a departure from her canon personality in that respect. ]

((OOC: That's totally cool with me! I'm definitely down with Flynn being tricked into thinking she's a good guy.

And no worries about making a departure from canon (I probably do that more than I should). In this scenario, I think it makes sense and I'm totally cool with that!))

All in all, exploiting the rumor mill on the land had been Usula's most successful ploy yet. She was a smart woman, but she hadn't given the surface world very much thought until just recently, while she was considering ways to weaken Triton enough to take his throne.

Sure, their literature and their sailors sank to the bottom of the Atlantic and Ursula explored the wreckage, even read what she could salvage. But souls? It was only recently she whispered a legend into just the right ear for it to spread like wildfire along the coast.

In truth, she answered very few messages in a bottle. But Flynn's she had received because his coast was what she was currently prowling and her eels were so very good about finding and plucking up those little treasures.

As Flynn asks himself for the upteenth time what the fuck he's doing, a black and slimy tendril slides thickly over his belly. Purple suckers open then contract against his bare skin, letting him know long before the black muscle tightens snug about his waist that he is caught.

The sea witch has washed in with the tide and now sits upon the same shelf that Flynn does.

"Well well well.... aren't you sweet?"

Ursula purrs, her deep and suggestive drawl in full swing. She is a large woman, to say the least, lilac-skinned and done up with the sort of make-up only the essence of lesser sea creatures could provide.

Her bright red nails coast with a deceptive sweetness along Flynn's jaw.

"Such a handsome boy... whyever would you want to leave your land?"

Edited (I'm usually action brackets so I apologize for format) 2018-08-03 07:22 (UTC)

Honestly, before today, Flynn did not know that intelligent life existed beneath the waves, but an underwater civil war was exactly the kind of cause Flynn would invest himself in. And if Flynn knew exactly the kind of person he had just summoned, he would invest himself directly in Ursula's path.

But he didn't know about any of that. Flynn had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Which was evidenced by his reaction when the tendril slid across his toned abs.

"Gah!" he cried out in surprise. Thinking he was being attacked by some kind of sea monster, Flynn tried to leap to his feet and grab his weapons ~~which for some reason he had thought he should leave further than arm's length away from him~~. He thought of that plan a split-second too late. The tentacle tightened around his waist, keeping him securely in place.

He grabbed the black-appendage with his hands in a desperate attempt to free himself, when he heard the purring and chuckling behind him. Fear and amazement took over his common sense, and he broke the rule of the rumor by looking over his shoulder. What he saw had him drop his jaw in amazement.

The woman behind him may have been large, but that did nothing to take away from her striking beauty. Nor, Flynn was surprised to notice, did the tentacles that comprised the lower half of her body. Was this the sea witch? Flynn had been expecting...

... actually no. A half-octopus lady made sense in a weird way.

Flynn shivered as those red nails played across his jaw. Flynn was a fan of long, painted nails, and he found the action pleasing, though he tried ~~and likely failed~~ not to show it. However, he knew he also couldn't show displeasure at her coming to kidnap him. Not when he had called her for that exact purpose. No, it was time to be diplomatic.

"Are you the sea witch?" Flynn asked as if the creature behind him could possibly be anything else. He tried to keep a calm and professional tone and ignore the fact that a tentacle was coiled around him with its suckers playing with his skin. "My name is Flynn Scifo of the Imperial Knights. I will be frank with you, when I called you here I only half-expected you to arrive. There is a rumor going around the kingdom that you kidnap those who ask you to do so. I wanted to verify if the rumors were true, and if the citizens you take are being treated well."

That statement was 100% true, but it was only 50% of the truth. The other half was a truth Flynn would never willingly admit, not even to himself. The other reason he had called her here was because he was a man trying his best to be just and fair in an Empire that was perfectly happy being corrupt and cruel. While he knew continuing to persevere in the face of overwhelming odds was the right thing to do, Flynn would admit in private that he sometimes grew tired of being the sole force for good in a rotten world.

What he would not admit was that sometimes he grew so tired that he wanted to quit. He wanted to leave the greed and evil of his country's so-called leaders far behind and go to a place where he could ignore the imbalance of this world. But his sense of duty and responsibility would not ever allow him to do something so foolish and irresponsible. Which is why he needed someone to take him away.

((OOC: Aaaaaand I wrote another novel. Sorry, I'll try to go easy on the tl;dr in future posts!))

[ ooc; I love it! TL;DR as you want, just know I'm not a mirror writer and I'm slanted more towards action than introspective! I will love anything you wanna write. ]

The rumor of turning one's back was quite simply explained - Ursula didn't want to deal with obvious warriors who wanted to test her. While she was strong, she wasn't particularly masochistic. She didn't seek a fight if she could have a conversation. Should she come to the shore on the call of a dropped bottle, she would get a good look of the potential candidate long before she decided to engage them.

Flynn was fit, for a human, but he was alone and also not too broad. It felt safe to sidle up to him, combined with implications of the notes in his bottle. Ursula recognized him easily.

His little struggles make her smile even before he whirls and understands. Her grin cuts even wider. She listens to his spiel, more so waiting her turn than listening. But she does listen. She's a smart woman.

"I'm that witch, sweetcheeks," She lists her considerable body over to the other side of where he perches and three of her tentacles catch her, quite artfully curling beneath her. One more thick, black arm coils around Flynn, too, or tries.

"And as I think you've noticed, I don't take anyone who doesn't consent for me to do just that." She gives a beat, wetting her lips. "Though you were quite tempting on that edge. Deliberate?"

Edited 2018-08-03 09:09 (UTC)

"Ah..." Flynn gave a start as the other tentacle wrapped around him, but he didn't struggle or resist. His instincts as a knight may have cried out for him to fight against a slimy appendage wrapping around him, but he did ask for this.

He watches her skill as she moves around him, impressed by how her tentacles catch her. Flynn as fought monsters and bizarre creatures before, but he had never seen one as striking as Ursula. More than that though, he found her extremely attractive. As evidenced by his slight blush when she called him sweet cheeks.

"Yes actually," Flynn explained in reaction to her question. "I didn't know if you'd want to simply take me, or if you wanted to speak first, so I placed myself so that it would be easy for you to simply pull me in if you desired."

He gave a nervous chuckle in spite of himself. Though there was strategy in that as well. Flynn didn't want Ursula to think he was boring and stuffy after all. "And that seemed like a far less foolish idea before I said it out loud."

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( she'll sweep you off your feet. literally. )

Given how she is, likely the one being kidnapped

“Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.”

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