Anon request Primary for @pinchhitsfromthevoid of Lyaria tftsmp! I love tftsmp and would love to draw them more. I wanted to do more with this prompt but simply ran out of time and nergy because of how much i put into the secondary from last week haha. Regardless I hope you enjoy! I had fun googling 1800s dresses and hair n’ generally poking around Pinterest to get this put :]

If Skeppy had a (off screen) role for the tftsmp masquarade timeline would he be an aristocrat or a commoner just curious

The Heavenly Principles: for your breach of authority you are cursed with a prophecy that will inevitably bring an end to your people.

Egeria: double it and pass it to somebody else.

Masquarade

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Phantom of The Opera by @jdebbiel

"Dancing At The Royal Court of Alagadda”

To be honest, this is such a good song and i am glad we could hear husk and angel sing together

"Shall we?"

Neuvillette x Reader

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Multiple things inspired me when I was writing this.

I hope you Enjoy!

Moon Eclispe obviously is not a real Fontaine event. It's just my excuse to write Neuvi and you dancing at a ball.

The Moonlit Eclipse, a former ball given for the Hydro Archon and her people to commemorate the fall season, was approaching. Things were busier in the Hydro country.

Shops were packed with customers, while melusines and other decorations adorned the streets. Lady Furina travels to the streets, giving little speeches to her people to get them excited for the event. She performs a tiny twirl, which elicits excitement from the spectators.

The ball was a tremendously popular event that everyone wanted to attend, but getting inside was tough for anyone who wasn't noble. Popular Fontaine and paparazzi figures had an easier time attending the event.

Middle- and lower-class people like yourself needed an invitation to even be permitted inside.

Your position as a ticket attendant at the Opera Eclaisse was going well. Given the increased amount of people you've been dealing with, today's trial appears to be quite popular. The salary was good, and the atmosphere was often chaotic, but Monsieur Neuvillette always made sure you and your coworkers were safe. You sighed softly, hoping that nothing goes wrong today.

"Hello, ticket for two?" A foreign couple comes up with funds for the latest trail. They take in the Opera House with astonishment.

"First time here?" They nod as you proceed. "This is the Court House, often called the Opera House. Monsieur Neuvillette and Lady Furina have their troubles here." You react by, giving them their change and tickets.

"Expect a bit of chaos, have a good day." You wave them away as they approach the door, until they notice a criminal being led out of the house near the other exit. He attempted to flee, but was apprehended and held once more. The couple next to you leaps and immediately enters the house.

Monsieur Neuvillette steps in for the next trial, past the man being led out. He passes you by just a single glance, surrounded by a pink aura. As he walks into the entryway where you work, his long white and blue hair sways in without a gust of wind. You gave a  smile as you watched him pass you.

His expression changed today, and he appeared to be nearly happy. As you immediately attended to the next customer, a tap on your window disrupted the image.

As you exited the Opera House, the sky was painted in orange. The bell tower in the distance is chiming, signaling the upcoming hour. You stroll outside, exiting just as the bell rings its final chime.

A gathering of people gathered near the fountain to cheer for someone. Fontaine's famed magician performed for the audience, pulling a few items from his hat. It appears that Lyney and Lynette's troupe performed tonight. Squeezing through, you make your way to the ferry back to the city.

"So what are you planning on wearing to the ball?" As you waited for the ferry, a group of girls dressed in elegant attire chatted nearby.

"I want to wear a pink dress with those pearls." Another girl scoffs, suggesting that her attire will resemble that one. A little quarrel breaks out as the girls begin insulting each other loudly.

A few spectators glared them down, but everyone else seemed to ignore them. Things became more severe as one girl was thrust into you. She turns with a humble expression until she scoffs seeing your attire. "Honestly, commoner, pick yourself off the ground; you will look pathetic." The others join in, laughing and shaming you even more.

"Sorry, ma'am, but you ran into me.” You brought up their fight only a few moments ago. One girl's arrogant smirk faded into an ugly frown, wrinkling her brow. She approaches with a pocketbook in her hand, her voice increasing.

"Do you dare to speak back to me? You are nothing but a lousy commoner." She starts swinging and smacks you in the head. Wincing, you try to get away from her, only to return the wrong way, falling into the sea.

Your uniform and hair were immediately ruined, much to your dismay. "Haha, you really needed a swim." The other burst out laughing as you swam your belongings to the platform.

Grab your belongings first, then swim back for your cap. After getting them back to shore, you noticed something was missing: your wallet. Looking around, you see it just underwater.

You dive down and grab it, unaware of the incoming aquabus. As you emerge from the water, your face comes into contact with the approaching boat before you can fully think. Pushing you back towards the platform, squeezed you until you were hauled out of the water by the approaching bus. You were gently placed back on the ground as Elphane raced off the aquabuscar to investigate.

"I am so sorry." The purple melusine bowed profusely to you as they checked over your injuries. 

"Please, board, let me take you to the hospital." "Ah, Monsieur Neuvillete, do you plan to return to the city as well?"

Is he here?

Monsieur Neuvillette attends to your injuries while Elphane ensures the boat is still operational. He assists you in carefully standing as she turns the boat right, allowing you both to embark.

"Uhm, Monsieur, I can stand now." He releases go, letting you stand. He looks at your figure before backing off.

"Uhm, you can enter now." The melusine stands at the top of the stairs before returning to position. You nod and swiftly find a seat toward the back of the steps. Monsieur Neuvillette is seated across from you. As the boat takes off, you stare out into the water.

You then sit silently as Elphane begins to speak. She asks if your trip went okay, only to receive an uncomfortable silence before moving on to another issue. You stare at your hands, embarrassed by what happened before.

"Uhm, I apologize if I made you awkward." He looks over at you.

"No, no, it's my fault for falling into the tract like that." You just wanted to curl up up somewhere where they couldn't see you. If Iudex noticed, he probably decided not to remark at all. Elphane continues her brief conversations as the boat glides back toward the court.

You hurriedly leave the dock and return home. You didn't hear anything else from the Iudex as you walked through the city towards your house.

In the days that followed, your routine continued as usual. Since Monsieur Neuvillette's schedule appears to be slightly modified. Now at work in the Opera Eclaisse, you see less of him. The people in today's trial  appeared to be less full than normal. Due to those reasons, your task began to slow down after a few hours. During that time, you were tasked with cleaning the windows and entrance. You clean the windows and sweep the floor at the entrance to Opera Eclaisse.

People in the courtroom could be heard whispering and twisting their words. AYou continue your duty until you hear Monsieur's voice calling the courtroom to order. You started blushing as you remembered how you embarrassed yourself in front of him and the Melusine tour leader the other day. You hope not to come across him again anytime soon.

As the day's final trial comes to a close, the day gradually fades into night. You wait for everyone to leave the courthouse before carrying out other responsibilities. You work intently on your tasks as someone descends the stairs. As you look up from your task, high-heeled boots come to a stop next to you.

"Oh, you're working late tonight." The man you were hoping to avoid stopped next to you.

"Ah, greetings, Monsieur Neuvillette." You keep your gaze fixed on the floor, determined not to make another mistake in front of him.

"One of my coworkers got sick, and he asked me to take over his shift, as there was no one else to cover it today." He nods, inspecting the items in your palm. As the conversation grows silent, you stroll over and put them away.

"Is there something that I can do for you, Iudex?"

"Are you attending the moon eclipse?" You stare at him puzzled; certainly he was aware that this event was not open to people of your status, right?

"Monsieur Neuvillette, someone of my status isn't allowed into the ball without an invitation."

"It's a ball for those with higher social standing to attend. Someone like me doesn't have any space there at all." You speak while still completing your responsibilities so that you can look up and return home. The Iudex stands there, watching your movements. When you realized he was tracking you, your movements became more robotic. Why was Monseiur still standing there? You gave him an answer.

"Would you like to attend?" You halt, staring at him with wide eyes. He glances back at you, waiting for your response.

"I'm not against it." He nods as he approaches the Opera Eclaisse's front doors. You shrug, lock the booth, and walk home more slowly than normal.

The night arrived as you prepared for the ball. A letter came in the day before with a gift for you, and a ticket for admission. Monsieur Neuvillette telling you keep the mask with you, should anyone deny you entrance.

You chose your best clothing and made any necessary modifications before picking up the mask that came with your admittance. The mask was the same color as Iudex's hair. You hold the mask up to your face. The mask suprisingly complemented the color of the clothing. You take small, deep breaths to relieve your nervousness before exiting into the night.

"Welcome to the Moon Eclipse." One of the men in charge of the ceremony addressed the audience of aristocrats. You could see upper-class women conversing with one another, and Monsieur Neuvillette himself standing at the front of the gathering, cane in hand. The speaker finishes his statement as music starts playing.

You pick up your dress and go far from the nobles whom were dancing. You keep your head down to avoid drawing attention as you make your way to the balcony.

"Oh, I don't believe that we have had the pleasure of meeting." A man dressed in expensive garments approaches you.

"I am Duke Myris, and you are?" He makes a slight bow before reaching out his hand to you.

"Nice to meet you." You bow to the noble and give him your name. He gives a slight nod before frowning at you.

"Name.. I don't think I've heard of you. Are you a child in the house of (insert name)?" You shake your head as his face shifts to a smug one.

"So a commoner at the Moon Eclipse." His words drew the attention of the noble women around.

"A commoner?"

"Who invited them?"

"They could have stolen an invitation; it's fitting of them to do that."

The women and other nobility slowed the music, focusing their attention on you. Sneers and critical looks were sent your way.

"I was invited." He gave a tiny laugh as the women laughed behind their fans. Your shoulders stiffened as you attempted to prove your worth here. The truth is, you are aware that you do not belong, but you should enjoy it. Monsieur Neuvillette had personally invited you, after all.

The lords and ladies' laughter halted as the man you were thinking about reached you.

"Hello, is there any issue with the person that I invited?" You push the mask closer to your face while the others gaze on in shock. Monsieur Neuvillette approaches, donning an outfit more formally than he usually does. The mask he wore matched the clothing you wore. Seeing the connections, the nobility who mocked you apologized profusely before retreating.

"Good evening, monsieur." You bow to him out of respect.

"Good evening, I see you managed to make it." You gave a slight nod, grasping the end of the mask that was held up near your face.

"Thank you for inviting me, Monsieur Neuvillette." You were ready to walk away when he extended a hand toward you.

"May I request your permission to dance with you?" You swallow anxiously and accept his hand. As you start swaying, the music begins to play. A wave of happiness seized control, and a grin rose to your face. He whirls you around, and you followed in harmony. As you dance, your inner mind screamed with joy. You attempted to calm your heart, thinking he wouldn't hear it. He focuses on the waltz, seemingly not hearing it; the music stops as he dips you.

Silence consumes the room before erupting in cheers. You look up at the Iudex, the mask taken away from your face. His blue eyes stare down at you as he gently lifts you back up.

Anime NYC was a success! Figured I’d celebrate here by posting another favorite piece of mine.

I swear, watching Phantom of The Opera for the first time at 11 literally changed my brain chemistry and turned me into the goth nerd I am.

Art for There's a Kind of Magic in Masks by @incognitotoro ♥

anywhere you go, let me go too

Hey, might be a bit of an odd question. Have you had a chance to dive into Starfield? Will there be a Buttons IN SPAAACCCCEEE!?

I'll be honest, I've seen a bit of Starfield (Cam bought it) and I'm not impressed. Can't say I've expected anything different either unfortunately, with how Bethesda has been conducting business lately. I don't feel any particular way about it and I doubt I'll be playing it anytime soon.

my 2022, highly outdated twst wonderland rollo flamme opinion as a hunchback of the notredame enjoyer, a kid, hyperfixated both on the disney movie and the og musical, and as a miserable rollo kinnie-

The second theme of cosmere fashion week is Masquerade. I decided to go for costumes that are reminiscent of what the spren/human companions usually are wearing with a bit of a high fashion tweak... and lots of masks... fancy masks. Also I think these three are the pairs where I actually have designs for both of humans and spren in shadesmar form (maybe apart from Design and her talkative radiant). Again another lesson in if you’re not entirely convinced by your painting just slap a lot of effects on :D Image description (by @cosmereplay and myself) below the cut:

[ID: Three Images showing Kaladin, Syl, Shallan, Pattern, Adolin and Maya in costumes inspired by each other. Image one is Kaladin and Syl, sitting on two overlarge steps. Kal is sitting on the bottom step, leaning back against the top step with his hand in the air, making a pinching motion with his index finger and thumb, palm up. His head his hunched forward slightly, his face pointed slightly downwards but his eyes looking up at the viewer. He wears a blue masquerade mask which covers the area around his eyes, though his forehead brands are still visible. His hair is black, wavy, and medium length, tickling the back of his neck and brushing his cheekbones. He wears an incredible suit. It's a sky blue, slightly reflective pantsuit. The trousers are notched slightly at the ankle. The suit jacket has only two buttons at the waist, and otherwise hangs open, revealing a shaved chest. The sleeves go to the elbow, and cascading out from inside are tulle-like, flowing sleeves in various shades of blue. More tulle emerges from under the bottom of the suit jacket, too, flowing like vapour, but still clearly fabric. It's magical. Syl wears a uniform. She has a white blouse with a small tight collar around the neck, and the sleeves are rolled up to the elbow. Over that she wears a blue vest with a strong black and grey collar that criss crosses over her chest and presumably ties at the waist. She wears grey trousers and tight black knee high boots. She's thrown her uniform jacket over her shoulder with a confident smile. Her hair is up in a bun with her bangs loose and curly, bouncing on her temples. She wears a masquerade mask that covers the area around her eyes plus her forehead. The mask is the colour and texture of Kaladin's skin, and it has Kaladin's brands on the forehead. She is sitting on the top step, leaning casually with her hand behind Kaladin. Image two is Shallan and Pattern sitting in front of a magenta background. Shallan is sitting on the ground, leaning to one side with a cocked and confident shoulder. She wears a black dress and her hair is pulled back tightly. Centred where her hair is parted is essentially a Cryptic, which covers an area above her head and down to her nose in a black pattern that evokes both language and lace. Her blue eyes shine out from between convenient spaces in the pattern. Her dress is evocative of a cryptic. The skirt of the dress is long and flowing and almost velvety in the way it absorbs light, and she wears gloves that reach her upper arms. Incidentally her deltoids and her lips and jaw are the only parts of her that are uncovered and I'm all about that delt life, you know me Lamaery. The bust of the dress is a phenomenon - black, reflective plastic shapes fit together to make an almost gem-like pattern around her waist. Because the top part of the dress is hard, it is able to extend upwards past her shoulders, kind of like someone punched two holes in a plastic cup and she stuck her arms through, but only in the shape sense. Every bit of this is striking and elegant Shallan holds a closed fan on her lap and she purses her lips because she knows exactly how amazing she looks. Pattern is standing behind Shallan. He wears a light blue havah with a thick gold edging that criss crosses his chest, and frames his shoulders and the end of his safehand sleeve, which is extremely long and exaggerated, hanging down almost to the ground as he reaches out behind Shallan, using his light coloured clothing to contrast Shallan's pure black costume. His face is a pattern, exactly like the one Shallan is wearing in front of her face. He is holding a clear glass mask on a long glass stem. The mask is a theatre style, with a straight line across the forehead and down all the way to the chin. It has a neutral expression.

Image three is showing Adolin and Maya.  Adolin wears a loose grey green sweater with a green and golden striped vest and a ripped dark green jeans. He is barefoot. His faces is masked by a golden, crumpled cloth strip with holes for his eyes. Maya wears a blue uniform coat with the chest part with a double row of buttons being very cropped the sides and back of the coat glaring down to knee length. It has a dark blue high collar and silver ornamentation with silver cords falling from the shoulder. Underneath the front is a slim light violet vest with an asymmetrical cut on the bottom. She wears light blue pants and dark knee high Boots. Theee quarters of her face are covered by a golden smiling mask rimmed with golden and black feathers on top. The right upper side of her face, showing some forehead and the scratches where her right eye was are revealed. Adolin‘s left hand is propped on top the hilt of the sabre, it’s top standing on the floor. Maya’s right hand lies on top of Adolin‘s.]