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fuckyeahizzyhands · 5 months

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We said goodbye to Izzy this season. What was your initial reaction to learning his fate, and how did you prepare for his death?

Con O’Neill: You know what, I’ve been around a long time, and going through those first few scripts and seeing which way the arc was going, it didn’t surprise me. I was upset because I loved playing him, but at the same time, I think David knows what he’s doing, and we are all here because of David Jenkins, first and foremost. So I got it. I made him pay for dinner, but I got it nonetheless. And then it was just a matter of honoring what they’d written. And they kept surprising me every episode. He kept giving me stuff that took my breath away and challenged me enormously. And yeah, if you’re going to go out, go out like that.

What message would you want to share with fans who are still struggling with Izzy’s loss?

That’s a big ask, isn’t it? I would say that I have nothing but love, respect, and faith in David Jenkins. Trust him. He knows what he’s doing. None of this was taken lightly. Trust David Jenkins.

When you were preparing for Izzy’s ending, which scene felt like a bigger send-off — that epic monologue delivered to Ricky or his final words to Ed aboard the Revenge?

I remember the day we filmed what turned out to be a eulogy… We shot it several times, and then Fernando [Frias], who was directing that episode, suggested we do one more take and to “let the guard down,” was his phrase. And I didn’t know the guard was up, but that’s the take they used. And there’s an ad-lib in that take as well, which I won’t tell you what it is, which one it is. But I thought the profound moment would be the death. I didn’t understand at the time that the profound moment was the speech. I knew the speech was brilliant. I knew they’d written something extraordinary. Because they played with the narrative a bit in the edit, I didn’t know where it was going to play fundamentally in the final edit. But yeah, it’s basically written and Fernando gave me the key to get where we went to. So thank you, Fernando.

You mention ad-libbing. Was there any scene or moment you got to improvise or enjoyed improvising this season?

I can’t remember. There was a lot this season. That one in the eulogy speech is because I see it being played everywhere all the time at the moment. So I hear that a lot. There was a lot more understanding of character in this season. Ninety-nine percent of ad-libs don’t get in. The thing that’s not often discussed about our show is it’s f**king beautifully written. And we do a lot of takes, and as long as we get what is written down before we do any other playing around, then we’ve done our job because our writers are exceptional. And the joy as an actor — I’m a theater actor from way back — is when you see some of this writing. It’s just brilliant.

You talk about being a theater performer. Were you thrilled to take on Izzy’s musical moment in drag? I was told you learned the French version and English version of “La Vie En Rose” for the episode.

I’d love to say I taught myself, but no, I don’t speak French at all to my shame, but my partner does, and I have a friend called Jenna Russell, who’s just played Edith Piaf in the West End. So between the two of them, they taught me how to [sing the song in French]. And it was just excruciating for both of them… how I bastardized the French language. And bless him, Samba [Schutte] as well was even there when we were doing the lip sync to the recording. Samba was kneeling down, out the shot telling me if my mouth was doing the wrong shape for some of [it]. I mean, it was that extreme, but we got there by the skin of our teeth. But it’s funny if you’d asked me for a song for Izzy, I would never in a million years have thought of “La Vie En Rose.” Now I couldn’t think of any song that suits him better.

What was the process like getting to find Izzy’s drag look? Because it doesn’t feel like he’s embodying a character, but rather an extension of himself.

Quite a lot, to be honest. Nancy [Hennah] first talked to me about it. The drag was on, it was off, it was on, it was off, it was on. It was off. And then when we got close to filming, the drag was on again, and I just didn’t want it to be a comedy. Not that she ever suggested it was, but there were versions of the ideas for the drag which were so extreme that it felt like a parody. And I didn’t want it to be a parody.

Here’s an exclusive for you. When Kristian [Nairn] and I shot the scene where I discovered Wee John doing his makeup, there was one take of the scene where we ended up looking in the mirror together, and I heard myself say, “Make me pretty.” And as gentle as that sounds, it had a profound effect on me because I suddenly realized that that part in [Izzy] that had never been announced before was wanting to announce himself and to be pretty while he was doing it.

And that became really important to me when we were designing the look. And between Nancy, our brilliant makeup designer, and Deb [Watson], my makeup artist, they came up with that look, which I think really honors Izzy as a character, but also made him pretty. It had a profound effect on me when I had myself say those words. I think it’s probably the first time Izzy has ever said the word pretty — and it was about himself. I mean, how lovely is that?

Izzy went through another transformation earlier this season with his peg leg. Was becoming the new “unicorn” of the Revenge vital for his character development this season?

Yeah, I’ve been thinking about this a lot today because I’ve been asked various questions around this theme. And what I think is lovely about Izzy’s arc or Izzy’s redemption is we don’t change who he was. It’s a version of who he was, who is now feeling gratitude and acceptance. And we can talk about the closet, whether it’s an emotional closet or a sexual closet. He comes out of the closet this season, figuratively and visibly, and every queer person has that story. They’re all different versions of the story, but the relief of the coming out process, it’s life-changing. That’s what Izzy does in this season, is he comes out and it’s had a profound effect on the audience. So many of them have already themselves or want to, or need to, and they let him, our writers let him. It’s lovely.

David had said following the finale that there’s no Our Flag Means Death without Izzy. Would you come back for a third season if asked? After all, this is the kind of show where a character can turn into a seagull, so surely there’s room for a ghost.

That’s a conversation you have to have with David. David is the boss on all of this, and I know David always wanted a Season 3. I would be heartbroken for the show if he didn’t get a Season 3 because it deserves it. It’s an important show. If Izzy’s involved, and if he isn’t, I still think it’s a really important show and it should be given its send-off season.

On a more light-hearted final note, we got to see Izzy interact more with Stede as a mentor. What was it like getting to build that dynamic with Rhys in Season 2?

I loved it. Do you know what? Rhys was brilliant in the first season, but in the second season, he just found some extra confidence and he really stepped up. He’s f**king brilliant in the second season, and working with him on those scenes, it was a joy. It was an absolute joy because he’s f**king landed so beautifully. And to be present with him in his newfound faith and confidence… it was joyful, and I think he’s awesome.

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shadowphoenixrider · 4 years

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Payback

(This was a thing that sorta happened in an impromptu RP I had with @walkingdisasterofamage, and I liked it so much I made it canon for these two idiots. This prompt was the perfect excuse to write it up! As always, tagging the interested parties: @galleywinter, @elfgirl931, @fer8girl, @wingslovesfiction, @sigurdjarlson . It’s a lemon, so not to be read at work.)

27 - When no-one was watching

Khadgar had made a terrible mistake.

Attending the Kirin Tor Tavern Crawl had started out as an excellent idea; it allowed everyone to let their hair down and forget about the Burning Legion, and it gave him a very good excuse to spend time with Draggka in public, under the guise of ‘socialising’, safe in the knowledge that any rumours that might grow could easily be explained away by inebriation.

Emboldened by this and maybe a little too much ale, the archmage had cast a spell around them that would, to a casual eavesdropper, sound like they were talking about mundane things. Like the weather, the technical properties of bread, among others. Little would they know the actual content of the conversation, which was far less innocent and more titillating.

So Khadgar had spent the night drinking and murmuring filthy innuendos and compliments into Draggka’s ears, with no-one else being any the wiser. To say it was ‘thrilling’ was an understatement, and the hunter’s reactions to his seductions only egged him on - she blushed and shifted in the ‘uncomfortable but pleasantly so’ way, having to control her emotions so the contrast between her expression and his illusion didn’t make people suspicious.

Foolishly, he hadn’t thought any further than to wind his lover up with suggestive whispering, and then maybe they’d stumble back home and do the sideways samba. Embarrassingly, he’d forgotten she was a hunter, a profession known for their patience.

And traps.

When the last call went out, Draggka threw back the dregs of amber liquid in her glass, before her hand came down his arm, holding it firm to the table.

“Finish dat drink,” she said sternly. “It be ya last.”

Khadgar’s eyebrows rose, but he hid his surprise behind his smile.

“Oh? Are we calling it a night, Huntmaster?” He asked.

“We are.” The troll turned her head slightly, pinning the mage with a predatory look. “Ya be paying for ya teasing.”

“Will I now? I look forward to it.” Khadgar was still smug in the effect he’d had over her, and couldn’t help but stoke the fire by taking his sweet time to finish his ale. He could feel the hunter’s stare pierce through him, but she didn’t hurry him. Her honour was strong enough that she would spontaneously combust with need before she would ever harry him.

By the time Khadgar had finished and paid their tab, most people were stumbling through the portals to the next pub, so no-one noticed as they slipped away into the dark Dalaran streets.

The mage instinctively turned to begin to walk back to the Citadel, but Draggka had other ideas.

“Wit me,” she ordered, tugging at his arm, and his feet were following her before his brain had time to process what was happening.

“What? Draggka, I thought-” He began, only to be quickly silenced when the troll whipped around, her face for a moment mere centimetres from his.

“Ya gonna pay for ya teasing, Archmage.” The way she stressed his title made heat spark brightly in his nether regions. “I not gonna wait any longer for ya.”

All his prior bravado had fled, now he felt the tables had turned on him.

“B-But Draggka, w-we’re in public!” He squeaked, even as he kept following her through the empty streets.

“We be less so in a minute.” She gave him a shark-like grin over her shoulder. “‘Sides, I thought ya like dat kind of ting.”

Khadgar turned bright red, and any rebuttals he tried to stutter out died on arrival. Damnit. She knows me too well.

Unable to protest, he followed the hunter to one of Dalaran’s banks, behind which the troll pulled him into the darkness.

“Draggka,” he whispered, resisting the urge to conjure some light. “What, what if someone sees us?”

“Dey not gonna see us here.” She purred in his ear. “Spike be letting us know if someone be gettin’ close.”

The archmage belatedly remembered that her animal companion existed, and he briefly glimpsed the raptor take up position in the shadows, his back turned towards them.

He swallowed hard. Light above, what have I gotten myself into?

It was difficult to complain, however, when he was pinned up against a wall by a very amorous troll, where they might just be caught in the act - his body was indeed very happy about how things were turning out.

“Ya gonna be quiet, aren’t ya?” Draggka purred softly, stepping closer. Her amber eyes glinted in the low light, hungry. “If not, I’m gonna have to gag ya.”

“Gag me?” The mage quickly flashed his eyes down to the hunter’s belt, eyeing the numerous pouches there on even a casual outing. “Y-You, you’re carrying-”

“Nothing like dat.” For a moment, her smile was soft. “But I always like to be prepared. Wit...other tings...” She shifted closer still, Khadgar having to rest his head back against the brick behind him. “Anyway. Ya tink ya can be keeping quiet? Or do ya tink ya need help?”

Khadgar swallowed hard, trying to stop all of his blood from rushing to his other head as he imagined what the scene would look like if someone stumbled upon it.

“I...I think I’ll be alright,” he said. “But...keep it ready. Just in case.”

“Of course.” Draggka gave a quick nod, before closed the gap between them, sliding a leg between his own. “So, Archmage. Is dis what ya wanted from me?”

He chuckled nervously, even as his heartbeat quickened.

“O-Oh well, I was expecting we’d at least get home to do this, but- ah heh. It seems I might have a tad underestimated the effects my teasing has had on you.” He grinned weakly.

Draggka arched an eyebrow, smirking as she lifted her leg up, Khadgar uttering a shuddery breath as her thigh connected to his hardening length.

“Shoulda thought of dat before ya started teasing me, den.” She purred, capturing his lips in hers, deepening the kiss almost immediately. He was only too happy to reciprocate, letting his hitches of breath be swallowed by her.

It didn’t last long, however, as Draggka moved from his mouth to kiss along his neck, the mage lifting his chin up to let her do her work. Her mouth was gentle whilst her tusks were not, though she took great care that when they scraped over his skin, they only elicited that paradoxical pain-pleasure that made him shiver with delight.

“Draggka...” He sighed, all thoughts of discovery dispersed in the still wind. He felt her grin against his skin.

“Shh, Archmage. Don’t want dem to find us before I be finished with ya.” Her whisper made another delightful shiver run up his spine - eager as he might have been to know her next move, he didn’t ask further.

Luckily, he didn’t have long to wait. After thoroughly antiquating herself with his neck, Draggka grinned against his skin. Then she dropped down. Bereft of warm contact in the brief moment, Khadgar opened his eyes, blinking with confusion when at first he didn’t see her. Then he glanced down at his feet.

The troll grinned up at him from her position on the floor, before proceeding to duck under his robe skirt and begin to untie the laces on his trousers. Despite everything that had occurred, the wizard choked, grabbing at the bulge her head made in his robe.

“D-Draggka!” He hissed, awkwardly patting her head as he felt her still pulling at his laces. “A-Are you serious? H, here?!”

She peeked out from under his clothing with an infuriatingly coy look.

“I be needing a proper taste of ya, Archmage.” A slight tilt of her head. “Still tink ya can hold your tongue?”

Light above, are we really going to do this? Khadgar thought to himself first. He, the Leader of the Kirin Tor, getting sucked off behind one of Dalaran’s banks on a dark night by the Huntmaster of the Unseen Path, who just so happened to be a troll. It was ridiculous, foolish to the nth degree and utterly, completely dangerous - but shamefully he found he liked it.

I think I may have been outmatched. Light preserve me.

“I...I think so.” He nodded, ignoring the smirk that curled her lips. “I’ll do my best.”

“Alright, if ya tink so.” She arched an eyebrow. “I not gonna be takin’ chances though if ya start.”

“Okay,” he said, as she ducked back under his robes and resumed with fiddling with his trouser laces. Khadgar leant his head back against the wall, trying to accept the fact that yes, this was really happening, and that yes, if he couldn’t keep his mouth shut he was going to be gagged.

Well, this can hardly be worse than what Ansirem was caught doing.

Khadgar’s breath hitched as the troll’s calloused hand wrapped around his shaft, her other going lower to gently fondle him, speeding his heartbeat and making his toes curl.

“Ya alright?” Draggka asked.

He nodded, before remembering she couldn’t see him.

“Y, yes. I’m okay. Just...be gentle.”

Draggka hummed back what sounded like an affirmative, but Khadgar didn’t have time to really consider it before her mouth was on him, booting out all his thoughts in one swift kick.

His reckless teasing had granted him one blessing; the troll was wound up enough that she didn’t return the favour. True to his request, she was gentle take enough time that Khadgar could keep his mouth firmly shut, reducing any moans to pleasured, sharp breaths.

It was easy to get caught up in the feelings, holding onto just enough thought to keep himself quiet and not buck his hips into Draggka’s face, and Khadgar found that this was very enjoyable indeed. And perhaps worth winding up his troll lover, especially if she was going to do things this exciting to him.

It didn’t take long for his end to come, and Khadgar shoved his fist into his mouth as he orgasmed, muffling his moan and preventing him from casting anything that would attract attention. He was silently thankful for the wall he leant against, as his knees had decided to become the consistency of jelly in the wake of the afterglow.

Draggka tucked him away and relaced his trousers, scooting out from under him with a feral grin.

“Enjoy dat, Archmage?” She asked him, grinning widely.

He chuckled weakly.

“Y...Yes, I did. Though you’ll forgive me if I don’t ask you for a repeat performance for a while yet.”

“Dat be a shame.” Draggka replied. “I got even more plans for ya when we be getting back to our room.” She tugged a little on his belt, though not enough to dislodge him from propping-up wall. It stir interest below it, however.

“More?” Khadgar’s brows rose up almost to his hairline, before he groaned. “Oh no. You’re not enraged and in heat, are you?”

She giggled, her seductive façade breaking for a moment.

“No. Not enraged, an’ only in heat for you,” she said, and there was plain, warm affection in her eyes. “Dis were just a taster. I were tinking of havin’ some more Trust in me.”

The Archmage rolled his eyes.

“I should never have let Medivh tell you want my name means.” He pushed himself upright, his knees now reset back into solid forms. “Alright then, Huntmaster. If you are so eager for more of me, I suppose I should oblige.” He grinned slyly, magic beginning to swirl around them. “Let me speed us to our bed.”

Several paces away, Spike snorted loudly, and decided he would make his own way back to the den.

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zenbabytravel · 5 years

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Christmas in London with kids is such a joyous affair and we are all so spoilt again with choices – so much wintery fun to be had! Here are our favourites for 2018 and our London best winter selection over the years.

Iceskating at Royal Palaces. Our favourites tested for 2018/ 2019 winter season are Hampton Court and Tower of London icerinks. A Royal palace in the background illuminated magically with festive lights, Hampton Court is superbly atmospherical and quintessence of London heritage and festive fun.

Iceskating at Royal Palaces: HCP

We were very lucky to be invited on a Sunday afternoon – not too crowded but just about the right ratio of iceskaters and kids. The mulled wine and hot chocolate after are the regular treat and we loved sipping them over the magic lights and ice glimmering on Hampton Court Palace, Henry VII’s historic home.

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It's been a terrific weekend says the 5 years old and I have to agree! #Iceskating at #hamptoncourt has been a great wrap up thank you so much for having us 💙 ❤️ #hosted #icerinklondon #hamptoncourticerink #hamptoncourticeskating #royalpalaces #royalhistoricpalaces #iceskatingwithkids #mulledwine and #hotchocolate #iceskatingwithaview #CulturedKids #citytripping #royaliceskating

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Tower of London icerink similarly breathes history and more festive fun – it’s impossible to choose between the two, so we vote both!

Iceskating at Royal Palaces: HCP

Our honorary contributor Laura made it to the Press Evening at Tower of London with her husband and daughter Freya and raved about extensively on social media (article also coming shortly). One feels blessed to take in the dramatic setting of the fortress beside the Thames whilst whizzing around on ice in one of London’s most famous landmarks.

Snowman at the Peacock theatre

Christmas shows. We started the winter festivities season this year with the Snowman at the Peacock theatre – what a treat! My 5 years old adored it, no doubt his favourite part was the flying above mountains to the North Pole! For me the music was superb and la mise en scene simply fantastic -tears on my eyes at the end, very emotional and Christmassy. Dedicated article will be coming shortly!

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And just like that, the countdown to Xmas started with the fabulous #Snowman and newly opened #SushiSamba in vibrant #CoventGarden. Thank you #Peacocktheatre, lovely to be #hosted 🥂💕 ☃️💕🥂 #CulturedKids #snowman⛄ #londontheatre best of #theatrewithkids #winterfun started #citytripping #artykids #kensingtonkids #westendtheatre #sadlerswells #raymondbriggs best of #musicaltheatrekids #theatre2018 #magicalshow #snowmanshow #TheSnowman

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Pair it with Covent Garden for more festive fun, an iconic Christmas market and street entertainers.

Sushi SAmba Covent Garden

Christmas market and street entertainers

We also indulged into a scrumptious lunch at the newly opened Sushi Samba overlooking Covent Garden – spoilt rotten!

Sushi SAmba Covent Garden

Huddle at Unicorn Theatre is another Christmas treat and we are attempting a first time 4 of us at the theatre with our energetic and 2 years old troublemaker. Will report back soon, book your tickets as weekends performances are now mostly sold out.

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Christmas in London with kids will not be Christmas without Royal Albert Hall and what an array of magic shows and performances have been lined up at this iconic London institution! Father Christmas at the Hall has been a favourite for years and 2018 will bring to the Hall the revamped version including a Sleigh!

We are very lucky to have in our diary My Christmas Orchestral Adventure and The Snowman and Paddington Bear and looking forward to seeing and writing about! My Christmas Orchestral Adventure introduces kids to classical music via a full symphony orchestra and encouraging them to sing, dance and join in as they help getting Santa’s map ahead of the Big Delivery on Christmas Eve! The Snowman and Paddington Bear live in concert as one could guess, celebrates two national institutions.

And for a wonderful arty wrap up of 2018 look no further than Nutcracker wonderfully performed by Birmingham Royal Ballet – a three generations treat that we raved about extensively in here. All these shows make also sparkling Christmas gift ideas – so much better than toys going in a cupboard ! No tidy up needed either – true festive magic points!

NHM Ice Rink

For festive arts and crafts head to the V&A to Gingerbread City Exhibition – architects, builders, engineers – big and young kids alike in the busy stunning South Kensington. This year we are imagining the future city ! Pair it with National History Museum icerink, a winter London classic, with the gorgeous backdrop of Alfred Waterhouse’s building, fairy lights, Austrian chalet set up and vibes just above the icerink and the Christmas tree in the middle of the ice.

NHM Ice Rink

What other things do YOU have planned or you’d like to hear about?

Christmas in London with kids – royally spoilt, again! Christmas in London with kids is such a joyous affair and we are all so spoilt again with choices - so much wintery fun to be had!

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