#isolatedocean

(Blot @ June) "If you just listened to me this wouldn't have happened. You only have yourself to blame."

- ✩ { @isolatedocean } ✩

{ ☆ } ❝  I— I know...  ❞  Chimes a weak reply, June recoiling at the sound of her own voice. Raw and wavering, so unlike what she’s been raised to be. If raised could even be considered the right word. More like trained. Expected. Supposed to be. Created for one thing, one singular mission that she wasn’t suited for. And then the backup plan... A failure yet again. Took down so easily by her sister Webby. Tied and tossed aside, not even NOTICED by her other sister or any of the highly-trained F.O.W.L agents around her. 

Even Pepper hadn’t seemed to notice that she wasn’t—

❝  I KNOW. Alright?! You were right... We- I shouldn’t have even been made. I’m nothing but a- a waste of stupid magic! A failed spare that no one- no one even notices isn’t there...  ❞  They had all just left. Without her... Fervently rubbing at her pigtails, feathers ruffle and a few threaten to rip right out thanks to her anxious grip, knuckles pale and brows furrowing as he continues with a cracking voice,  ❝  They’re all- gone... My dad and- ... and my MOM are gone... and they’re never co-coming back!  ❞  

And it’s her fault. If she had just— been better... done better... Maybe— ... Maybe Bradford wouldn’t have WANTED to get rid of her and May anymore. Maybe things wouldn’t have escalated so far. Maybe Heron wouldn’t have been made an example of. Maybe... 

Too many maybes. 

(Manny @ Fenton) "So. That happened, huh?“

- ✩ { @isolatedocean } ✩

{ ☆ } Yes... Yes, it did... 

Many things had happened, but the most prominent– at least, for the moment —is the fact that Manny the Headless Man-Horse is no longer quite so headless. In fact, he very much has a head, as well as an impressive wingspan. Something that Fenton can’t help but gawk at, despite his M’Ma chastising him in his mind for being so openly studious of someone. Especially of their appearance... But it’s not as if he’s being malicious about it, or viewing Manny’s true form with anything akin to disdain. He’s merely...

Contemplative. Confused. Curious. 

❝  Um... Pardon me for prying, and- please feel free to decline answering if I’m being intrusive...  ❞  Fenton begins, politeness refusing to let him continue without ensuring Manny knows he doesn’t have to answer, even at the risk of Fenton’s curiosity gnawing away at him ‘til the late hours,  ❝  But- why haven’t you assumed this form before? The wings alone seem like they’d be incredibly useful...  ❞  He would know, zooming around as Gizmoduck is far quicker than trekking the city on foot. Granted, he still walks around anyway because using the suit for personal gain wouldn’t be right, and he’d get hailed down so frequently that it’d take longer anyway... But he digresses— 

✮ So you’re a little different? WORK IT! 

                                   So you’re a little weird? OWN IT! ✮

❤ ️Fenton @ Fethry  - ✩ { @isolatedocean​ } ✩

{ ☆ } “Fethry is... such a compassionate soul.” Fenton begins, sitting at his desk and gaze riveted on the ocean beyond thick, semi-protective glass windows. Arms crossed on the wooden surface, he leans forward and rests his chin atop of them, admiring the sealife lazily swimming past as he thinks about the eccentric loon-duck. “I’ve never met anyone as incredibly considerate as him, as thoughtful and- and genuinely kindhearted. Someone capable of spreading such joy to others and making someone feel... comfortable.” 

Accepted and acknowledged.

@isolatedocean​ asked:  The moment she spots him, the krill emerged from the water, her shadow almost ominously looming over the duck. At least, this is what it could be to the eye if someone wasn’t familiar with her. The gentle giant lowered her head, gently pressing it against Fethry; amazing how a large creature like her was able to control her own strength not to squish him. However, now sniffing at him, large black eyes let out a slow blink. He brought treats. She could smell them.

🦐; Fethry couldn’t stifle the giggle that bubbled up at Mitzi’s nuzzling. Oh, he was supposed to use the treats as research incentive, but she was just too darn cute, how was he supposed to not give in and spoil her?

“N-now, now, Mitzi!” He said between laughs, patting her head affectionately with his free hand. Oh well, one free day never hurt.

"So, uh." Fethry started, legs dangling from the bridge and touching the water beneath them. It felt awkward to talk about it but given that they have been both isolated for a long time, perhaps talking about makes everything better? "Did you ever had trouble adjusting when coming back from the moon? Like, I don't know. Like when I came back from the ocean, all this dry land under my feet was suddenly new? Weird, in a way. Must've been swimming too much." A light joke, despite the situation. / @isolatedocean​ | unprompted.

          ▬▬▬ ☾☆      Getting to spend time  with  Fethry  again  was  nice  for  Della.  They  hadn’t  had  much  time  since  she  got  back  &&  it  was  long  overdue.  She  mimicked  her  cousin  in  the  way  he  sat,  also  letting  her  legs  touch  the  water.  At  least  there  were  no  visible  fish  right  now.  That  made  this  easier.  

                    ❛  I did, yeah. Gravity is a lot heavier here on Earth. I tried to jump the fence at the Manor when I first got home. It didn’t work out well.  ❜  She  laughed,  continuing  on.  ❛  But, the biggest change I had to deal with was my leg. I didn’t realize how uncomfortable it was until I had to start putting more weight on it. I think Gyro caught that though, because he made me a new one. It’s a lot better. Very easy to move with && it doesn’t hurt.  ❜

         ▬▬▬ ☾☆      Della frowned at him  then,  though.  She’d  only  recently  found  out  that  he  was  in  an  underwater  lab  for  a  few  years.  It  wasn’t  something  she  was  happy  about,  but  for  Fethry’s  sake,  she  was  keeping  quiet.  Still,  she  worried  about  him.  

                    ❛  Are you doing okay? I mean, I know you’ve got Mitzi now - but still. Isolation’s a toughie. ❜