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jacesbeloved · 1 year

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to have your hand... and,

summary: this prompt but as a fic !

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

notes: no warnings for this one ! just a simple fic that was supposed to be posted for my 1k special ! <3

"I believe you'll head to Y/N's chambers, Jacaerys?"

The young man glared at his mother's loud voice that caught the people around them's attention. Lucerys snorted at that, keeping his stare in front of him to avoid angering his older brother.

Jacaerys groaned, "Mother."

"I heard their exchanging letters!" Joffrey beamed loudly making Daemon raise his eyebrow at them. Their eldest son exchanging letters with Alicent's daughter, how peculiar.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Joffrey." Jacaerys says, looking away from the teasing looks of his mother and brothers.

Rhaenyra rolls her eyes jokingly, smiling warmly at her son before shrugging. "There's no need to hide it, Jace. Although I don't think her mother would be in favor, it's best you two have fun for now but-"

"Remember your responsibilities, Jacaerys. You are my heir." He purses his lips quietly, nodding at his mother's words.

A round of silence hit their carriage, neither of them wanting to speak after Rhaenyra's small talk with her son. That was only until she speaks once more.

"By chance, do you know what your brother wrote in those letters-"

"Mother!"

The carriage erupted in laughters upon Jacaerys' frustrated call, Lucerys taking the moment to make up for his older brother teasing him with Rhaena.

"Ñuha hūra, Jace." My moon.

He looked at her confusedly, Daemon smirking at the side while Rhaenyra does not explain what it means. Lucerys points out his expression, resulting in laughters. Once more filling the carriage with the three brothers barking playful insults with each other.

All the while you were cooped up in your own mini library in your chambers to even bother with the world.

You had your leg propped up on a small table, sipping some tea with a slice of cake, everything was peaceful.

You had been reading a book about the history of Westeros, freshly starting on a chapter about the Targaryen Heritage with a passage written in High Valyrian.

Your forehead scrunched in slight confusion, not really that fluent in the language.

As you tried to pronounce the first sentence in the passage, you remembered that your father's daughter would be coming back to the Red Keep. Meaning, she would bring her family with her and by extension of that, the brunette know-it-all menace that is Jacaerys Velaryon.

You hastily got out of your sitting position, running over to your cabinet to grab a piece of additional clothing when someone knocks.

"What- Jacaerys?"

"Jurnegēre syt issa?" Looking for me?

He chuckles seeing you roll your eyes at him, obviously trying to decipher the short phrase he said.

"Nyke ūndegon aōha bartos ēdan grown rōvykta." You replied with a playful glare, pulling him inside of your chambers and slamming the door closed. I see your head had grown bigger

Jacaerys took the sweet liberty in snooping around your room, going from one corner to the other as he inspected whatever little bits and pieces were lying around. He hid a small smile upon seeing the same bracelet he gave you on your bedside.

His eyes eventually see the book sprawled open over you desk. "You're reading?"

You huff at him, walking over to the male and closing the book quickly right before he could make a remark about you studying. "Nothing really."

When he remembers the contents written in the page that the book was opened on, he realizes something. You were reading in High Valyrian. He smiles to himself with that thought, thinking that you'd thought of him enough to review High Valyrian again but it was truly just a small portion of the book regarding the language itself.

The book finds itself in Jacaerys' hand; the older man sitting on the seat you were previously in and opening up the book. He read the title of the book out loud and amusement could be seen on his face. You simply watched him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to say something.

"I'm guessing you've been reading for a few days now, studying. You're still bad at it though."

"Do you not have things to do, Jacaerys?" You reply, mildly annoyed.

Jacaerys shrugs once more with a teasing look, flipping through the pages of the book. He juts out his lower lip while nodding, stopping at a specific page.

"Rȳ se Zōbriēdar rāenion, pōnta raided se gaomagon," Jace reads out, expectingly staring at you as you leaned on one of the bed posts. Setting aside whatever you were thinking to translate the phrase Jace read out, it took you a lot of minutes and you still hadn't figured it out.

The brunette male chuckles at you, shifting his gaze away from you and back to the book. "Through the blackwater bay, they raided the keep." Jace answered himself.

"I knew that." You joked.

"I'm sure you did."

The hours passed by fast. By this time Jace was laying on your bed, dictating passages in High Valyrian— not all that fluent.

You, on the other hand, was just listening to him teasing you every now and then about not being overly fluent in the language even though he was the same as well. He gone through a big number of the books you kept in your room, not really caring enough to thoroughly read it but would just skim through the fragile pages.

"Gods, that was an easy one, Y/N." Jace groans.

"Oh, forgive me. I do not have a private tutor teaching me High Valyrian anytime my heart desires," you reply with a roll of your eyes, patting your face with a puff. "Se nyke don't emagon muñar bona ȳzaldrīzes se udrir naejot bodmagho issa... I mean, I did. but King Viserys is gone long before I could be fluent." And I don't have parents that speak the language to teach me.

Jacaerys felt apologetic for a second, thinking that he may have made you feel bad about yourself.

"But your brother, Prince Aemond, has a tutor... why not just join him?" He took careful steps towards your dresser, looking amused at the powder you were patting on your cheek.

"He's a man, if you can't tell. And besides, mother won't allow it."

"What- what does him being a man have anything to do with it? Your mother-"

You sighed loudly, cutting him off. "You're a man, Jacaerys. Of course you wouldn't know."

He immediately backed off of the subject, raising his arms up in defeat to which you see from the reflection of the mirror. You scoff playfully at him because of it.

"Is it okay if I ask what's that you're putting on your face?" You raise an eyebrow.

When you placed down the puff, showing him the container of the powder, Jacaerys pushed you gently to seat beside you on the cushioned chair for your dresser. You scooted quickly, letting him inspect the small jar with curiosity while you continued explaining.

"Ziry iksos gevie," Jace says in acknowledgment, body stretching to the side to watch you. It is beautiful.

"Nyke gīmigon." You replied with a smug grin. I know.

Jacaerys let out a playful laugh, rolling his eyes. "Yn nykeēdrosa quba rȳ gaomagon se udrir." But still bad at using the language.

Laughter fills the chamber as you kick his leg hard, Jacaerys laughing at both himself and you. He puts his elbow up on your dresser, watching you in an amused look as you quickly went back to focusing on your face.

"If you want..." he breathed, "You can visit Dragonstone anytime. I'm sure Maester Gerardys is more than willing to have one more student."

You promptly halted your movements, furrowing your eyebrows. "Do I speak Valyrian that bad?" He shook his head with an embarrassed smile, joking with you and saying yes before he apologizes lightly.

A thought runs through Jace's head as he watches you laugh. Blinking shallowly before he falls silent in contemplation.

"Ahh...naejot emagon aōha ondos se jorrāelagon." He spoke softly, not meaning for it to be as audible as it was. Ahh... to have your hand and your love.

You put down your puff on the dresser, firmly and slowly turning to glance at him making Jacaerys tense up. He was scared that you may have heard him and started feeling awkward.

"That was not what I taught you, is it?" The two of you turned abruptly to the foreign voice inside of your room. The color on Jace's face dropped, his mother's stern stance by the doorway.

The older woman had her eyebrow raised, arms crossed on her chest before the side of her lips slowly raises into a sneaking grin.

#hotd #jacaerys imagines #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys velaryon fic #jacaerys x reader imagine #jacaerys fluff #jacaerys x reader #hotd fics #jacaerys targaryen

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bixcaleen · 4 months

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CREATOR TAG GAME

bringing this back bc i think it's fun 🤭

pick your 5 favorite gif sets of 2023 that got less than 1k notes and then pick 10 gifsets of someone else's that got less than 1k notes.

mine:

this alicent hightower set bc i love the guts album for her and the cassette tape effects along with the ripped paper effects were super fun to play with

my beloved ladies (phoebe, rachel, & monica)!!! i just love them sm

natasha romanoff's tinder page was a random thought that came to my head and v proud of how it turned out :D

this yennefer set is one of my most prized possessions. the blending alone took me so long and i'm happy w the way it looks

the blending of this anidala set nearly killed me...and this is one of the only times i've ever done a quadruple blend

others:

i am OBSESSED with this star wars set by @edwards-teach...the coloring is just so stunning and i love the simplicity of the quotes in a box!

this star wars set by @padme-amidala is probably the best thing i have ever seen. the amount of blends and transitions and coloring is just mind blowing! seriously a piece of art work. still can't get over that erika made this set for me <3

becca's (@yenvengerberg) gifs always leave me speechless but this yen and tissaia set just has a special place in my heart..the quote, the colors, the blending, the transitions are all just perfection and capture the relationship so well 🥹

this alicent set by @saws2004 lives in my mind rent free. i absolutely ADORE the way the quote flows through the layout, so well done. the blending and the use of b&w is just superb. honestly one of my fav sets ever i could just stare at it all day

i LOVE the typography in this anidala set by @cal-kestis...nik is just a photoshop wizard and her creativity always blows me away. the blue and orange go so well together and nik's ability to combine multiple fonts is perfection.

this yennefer set by @ughmerlin is so so pretty!! the colors are so soft and the song matches yennefer perfectly. i also love the transition from b&w to color chefs kiss. & the font choice is just lovely.

umm hello??? this shang chi set by @simoneashley is gorgeous. the amount of time this must have taken was so worth it bc the colors are so so vibrant. i always love a good rainbow set esp when the coloring is this amazing!!

this house of the dragon set by @lady-arryn is so beautiful. the coloring and sharpening is just so soft and ethereal. and this particular blue/orange combo is wonderful. i am particularly obsessed with the blending of second gif..its just SO pretty.

my beloved triss!! this triss merigold set by @genyazafin is amazing i love it sm. i love the blue and orange and the way the coloring captures the darkness of the show. also the blending of the last gif is just so satisfying

screeeeeaaaaam this natasha and yelena set by @rosamndpike is just pURE pAin and is also rly rly pretty. the blending is flawless and i love the song + scene pairing choices. the typography alignment and placement is also super unique and satisfying

+ one more because i can – this regina set by bestie @morgana-pendragon is just teehee amazing. i love the trio of term idea and those three words fit regina perfectly (esp the 1st and 3rd lol).. the purple coloring is so her and is so well done

no pressure tagging all the people above & @singularities @moirainesedai @rebecca-weltons & anyone else who wants to do this !

#tag game

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ikeromantic · 8 months

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CinderAlice pt. 3

The winner of the IkeRev 1K AU story poll was Cinderella! Featuring the Black Army guys and Alice as Cinderella. 1700 words Pt. 3/4

Part 1 Part 2

Alice left the heat and light and noise of the ballroom to take a break on one of the patios, where a small, beautiful garden glowed under the light of the stars. It was quiet out here, and she was alone. Well, almost alone. There was a dark gray cat perched on the rail, watching her with curious intensity.

“Aren’t you a pretty one,” Alice held her hand out to the cat. After a moment, the kitty sniffed it and then pushed her head beneath Alice’s fingers. “You must be a princess kitty, living in the palace. Do you have a tiara when you’re not on break?”

“A collar, actually.” The voice along with a smoky laugh came from the lit doorway behind her.

Alice turned her head to see who’d snuck up while her attention was on the cat. All she could make out at first was a silhouette. Broad shoulders, thick messy hair, slim hips. Then he moved closer, and in the dim light she could see his features more clearly. He wore a uniform like the palace knights, but somehow more refined. It was his striking, emerald green eyes that drew her attention though. He looked oddly familiar, especially in profile. “I-is this kitty yours?”

“Yeah. Her name is Belle.” He walked over and petted the cat as she twined around his outstretched hand. “She doesn’t usually warm up to strangers. You must be special.”

She wasn’t able to hold his intense gaze and looked away into the garden. This knight had a strong magnetism, a draw that made her feel a little tipsy when he complimented her like that. Alice hoped he didn’t notice. “Well, I did hold my hand there for a bit. So we got introduced properly.”

“That’s important.” The man nodded and suddenly held his hand out to her, to shake it. “I’m Ray.”

Alice took his hand and looked up at him again. He was, she thought, really handsome. A classic masculine beauty with natural charm. And his hand was warm and calloused and she could feel his thumb brush across her knuckles in a gentle caress. “I -”

A figure burst through the opening from the ballroom, clearly rushing. “There you are!”

“Luka?” Alice turned, half-stunned. It was definitely her neighbor, but he was wearing a proper suit and his hair was clean and pulled back, decorated with a lovely little clip. “What are you doing here?”

Ray released her hand with a chuckle. “Looks like you have a fan.” He smiled. “I’ll catch up with you later.” And then he left, back to the ballroom where he disappeared into the crowd.

Luka crossed the space between them and took hold of her shoulders. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” Alice replied, flustered. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He dropped his hands and looked away. “I saw you leaving in that strange coach. I was . . . worried.”

“Well . . .” Alice wasn’t sure how to respond. It was sweet for him to be worried, but his expression right now looked more sullen and a little embarrassed. “Thank you. For checking on me.” She paused, then added, “You look really nice, all dressed up.”

“You too,” he murmured.

She felt her heart squeeze in her chest at the compliment. “I wore the earrings you gave me.”

Luka glanced up, his eyes wide. The tips of his ears turned pink. He didn’t say anything.

Alice stared back at him, a fluttering sensation in her belly. She waited, but he only kept looking at her, his face going redder with each passing moment. “Uhm. I should . . . get back. But thank you again for checking on me. It was really sweet.”

As she turned to go, he reached out and caught her hand. “Wait. Please.” He took a shaky breath. “Would you dance with me?” His voice was rougher than usual, as if his throat constricted on the words.

“Here?” She looked around the porch. It was dark and quiet here, and smelled of blooming flowers and summer grass. Kind of romantic, she thought.

In answer, he took her hand and pulled her close. He set his other hand at her hip, and began to slowly move with the music. He wasn’t as skilled a dancer as Sirius, nor as wild and energetic as Fenrir, but there was something gentle and sweet in the swaying steps he took her through. They stood close, almost touching, palms pressed together.

Alice found she could not take her eyes off him for the entire dance. This was a Luka she didn’t know.

When the song ended, he stopped and let go of her hand. “I wanted to tell you -” He began, but a loud clapping and cheering from inside the ballroom interrupted him. They both turned to see what the commotion was.

A palace servant stood on the royal dais. “The Prince will now have his first dance.”

“Oh! Luka let’s go watch,” Alice said excitedly and hurried back into the ballroom where she quickly lost him in the crowded press of people. She wanted to memorize the moment she saw the Prince and watched him dance with one of the beautiful noble ladies at the ball.

A few moments later, the crowd on the other side of the ballroom opened and a man in uniform stepped forward. A familiar looking man, to Alice’s eyes. “Oh my . . . that’s Ray!” She clapped a hand to her mouth as she watched the nobles bow to him when he passed. She felt like such an idiot. She wanted to go hide somewhere, but she was frozen to the spot, watching him walk into the now empty dance floor.

Ray’s eyes scanned the crowd as he looked for the lucky woman that would be his first dance partner for the night. And then they stopped. The crowd around Alice parted as he moved toward her.

Alice could only watch in a sort of shock. This was too much, she thought. It was entirely impossible.

“Care to dance?” Ray leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. “I promise I’m at least as much fun as Belle.”

“I - I . . . yes?” She let him take her hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. Everyone was watching and Alice felt horribly self conscious. But the music started and Ray had hold of her hand and her waist. His grip was warm and reassuring and there was something so relaxed about him that she couldn’t stay tense.

“You know, you’re a pretty good dancer,” Ray told her. “But I haven’t seen you at any ball before this.”

Alice nodded. “It’s my first.”

He laughed. “You must be a natural then.” His eyes almost seemed to glow as he studied her face.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier. I didn't realize who you were and I should have.”

Ray’s nose crinkled. “No, it’s kind of nice just getting to be Ray for a change, and not The Prince.” He spun her around and caught her against his chest. “Besides, I like the way you say my name.”

“Thank you. Ray.” She smiled up at him, feeling a rush of heat in her chest. Her smile felt so wide it almost hurt, and her heart thudded in her chest. “It was really great, getting to meet you. And Belle!”

“I feel the same way.” He dipped her down, his face coming so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her cheek. “I would like to get to see you again. But you know, I didn’t even get your name.” He pulled her back to standing with a grin, a question on his lips.

Before he could speak it, the bell tower struck the first chime of midnight. Alice’s eyes went wide. In just a few moments, her beautiful gown would turn to rags and she would be nothing but a serving girl again. She scrambled from his grasp as the tower struck the second chime.

The gathered crowd gasped as she pushed through them, running as fast as she could for the door. The third chime struck. The fourth. Alice darted past the door guard. The fifth bell rang. The sixth. Behind her, shouts and the sounds of pursuit.

As Alice fled down the stairs, she lost a shoe, but there was no time to pick it up. The seventh chime sounded. She leapt into her waiting carriage to the echoes of chime eight. By chime nine, the horses were moving and the coach rattled along behind them, leaving the palace and everyone from the ball behind.

“Just in time, sweetie. I was really getting worried there.” Seth appeared in the seat beside her. “Did you have a good time?”

“I did.” She sighed, glancing back at the empty street behind them. “I got to meet Sir Godspeed and Sirius and even the Prince. And Luka came!”

Seth giggled. “You will have to tell me all about it. I’m not surprised you got so much attention! I’ve half a mind to take you away from all this and keep you to myself. You are just too cute.”

Alice wasn’t sure if he was teasing or serious, but she decided to assume it was a joke. On the ride home, she told him all about it. How much she’d enjoyed dancing, how beautiful everything was . . . but she didn’t tell him how her heart had raced or the silly romantic thoughts that crossed her mind.

The next morning, breakfast was a loud affair. Druzilla and Anastasia chattered on about the ball and who they danced with. Druzilla was sure she’d caught the Prince’s eye because he smiled at her. Anastasia disagreed, because clearly he was looking at her. And of course, both of them discussed their theories of the mysterious woman that fled the first dance with the Prince.

Only Lady Tremaine was quiet, her steely gaze following Alice everywhere. Later in the day, the Lady even came to Alice’s tiny room and tore it apart, searching. She wouldn’t say for what. But she found nothing. Still, she had her revenge for crimes unproven, and gave Alice even more work that week. Scrubbing and polishing until her hands were raw and red, and her muscles ached.

Alice didn’t mind. The memories of her night at the royal ball floated through her mind. Music and beauty and the kindness of the people she’d met. It made her hope for something better, and more, to believe one day that something might be hers. Often, she found her thoughts drifting to one, special someone and remembering their touch. One day she might see them again.

Part 4

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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… HUH

WAhhhhhhhHHH 😭 Thank you for 7k+ followers!!? I say this every time we hit a new major milestone, but I didn’t think we’d ever make it this far?? If you think about it, it’s really amazing that so many of us united over a shared interest!

I appreciate all the love and the support that has come my way! 🙇‍♀️ I hope you’ll stick around and continue to enjoy my works.

dbksbsk?)F)d)-!2 I didn’t really know what to do to celebrate this milestone, but 🥹 since “7” is a special number (ie 1k for each dorm), I thought to share some dorm uniform doodles and design notes of the blog mascot/muse, Miss Raven! I hope you find this at least semi-interesting!

Heartslabyul

Heartslabyul Raven pulls inspiration from various sources, the main one being the titular Alice from Alice in Wonderland. To begin, Raven’s hair is down and allowed to be wild and whimsical like that of a child. The frilled apron and headband with the bow are meant to emulate Alice in many popular depictions, including Disney’s own. The style of the bows is also meant to invoke White Rabbit imagery (as it resembles his ears). You’ll also notice that a pocket watch similar to that of the White Rabbit hangs from Raven’s waist.

I wanted to go for a “fun-loving yet innocent schoolgirl” look, hence the pleated skirt and short, broad tie. The sash at Raven’s waist has a bow that is larger larger than the average Heartslabyul student; this creates the illusion of Raven being smaller than she usually is—an allusion to the shrinking and growing that young Alice does in her tale. The sash also just looks cute and playful at that size, jutting out on one side. I tried to keep true to Heartslabyul’s asymmetry throughout the design, right down to the socks. On one leg, it’s long and white, with a trail of card suits running down it. The other leg has a checkered leg warmer!

Her jacket is cropped to be shorter than her shirt and vest just to be a little cheeky! You can’t see it in the drawing, but pinned on the left side of Raven’s jacket is a Joker to indicate that she is a “wild card” in the deck. She’s sort of out of place compared to the other card soldiers; this is also evident by the mark under her left eye. Instead of bearing a card suit, Raven has a black feather and some glitter. After all, she’s not a card soldier, but a raven from a riddle with no answer.

This one’s definitely a favorite probably due to my own Alice in Wonderland bias! I feel like I captured the energy of Heartslabyul well while also incorporating very distinctly “Raven” elements.

Savanaclaw

It was very challenging for me to design a variant of the Savanaclaw uniform since it’s the aesthetic I like the least of the seven dorms (biker plus… cowboy??? 😭). Surprisingly though, I don’t mind the end product!

Since Raven was originally an actual raven/bird, I kept her pigtails as a nod to her animalistic roots. They’ve been moved a little higher on her head and they’re much messier, but the general idea is still there! I added some feathers with the same coloration as Zazu as accessories (since he, too, is a bird), and while that adds new colors to the overall look, I'm not sure how successful it was at blending with the Savanaclaw design philosophy.

Of course, Raven's wearing the dorm's shirt but since it's so loose and baggy she has something of a latticework camisole underneath for safety. In an earlier version of the look, Raven was in shorts and her legs were exposed. Then I thought, "it's just too weird to see her legs completely uncovered!" and I gave her leggings to go with those shorts. I toyed around with the idea of ripping the leggings at the knees, but I figures that since these are dorm uniforms, the school probably wouldn't want to hand the students already damaged clothes. I tried to substitute it by emulating "scratches and tears" in the pattern of the leggings.

There's a lot more jewelry than I expected in this design. There's the choker at her neck with a single pearl, then a bunch of bracelets on both wrists. Raven has gloves meant for fashion, but since it has little spikes on the knuckles, it looks like she's asking for a fight, haha... One of those bracelets might just break in the carnage and confused everyone.

Octavinelle

This one's simple yet clean, so I probably don't have a ton to remark on! The coat is way too big on Raven, so slips down her shoulders and creates the illusion of a "boat" neckline, similar to the dresses Vanessa (Ursula's human form) wears. Below that is a dress shirt and ribbon, a pencil skirt and a cummerbund. Very proper but also stylish, whether with or without the coat.

The obscuring wide brim on her hat and the peculiar boa-like way of wearing the scarf is supposed to help Raven come off like a classy rich lady that stumbled into a den of sharks--and integrates with those sharks. The longer ribbons are also meant to contribute to this sense of elegance; the tails look like streaming jellyfish stingers, no?

I thought to add pearl jewelry to make Raven look even more "rich", but jewelry clashes too much with Octavinelle's non-flashiness. Instead, I ended up incorporating pearls into her hat; they hang off in strings, so it kind of looks like they're falling down like "mermaid tears". DKJLLIDIBASDABSODAS The pattern on the socks looks silly, but it grew on me the longer I looked at it. I think because the rest of the outfit isn't super-eye-catching, I can get away with the pattern.

Scarabia

This one had to undergo the most redesigns of the seven. The original didn't look that different than the standard Scarabia uniform--and while there's nothing wrong with that, I wanted to try harder to make the clothes unique to Raven. To achieve this, I thought of borrowing elements from Princess Jasmine. That's probably already pretty obvious from the random swathes of blue in the outfit 💦 Blue stands out against the red, but I feel the color is a more genuine representation of both Raven and Jasmine's headstrongness.

Speaking of, Jasmine really made this look "work"! For example, Raven's hair and hair accessory are basically the same as hers, save for the pinned fabric in the back that fans out into a little veil. The shape of Raven's top is also very Jasmine-inspired, from the sleeves to the triangular embellishments (meant to resemble Jasmine's earrings).

I gave up trying to perfectly recreate the golden pattern on the skirt and just freestyled it. There's a lot of lines, and a lot of implied movement. I think of Raven walking in the skirt and how nice it would look billowing out behind her... kind of like a man-made tail!

... Yes, I know the Scarabian shoes are usually sandals. No, I don't want to see anyone's toes. Therefore, I slapped some slippers on Raven and called it a day.

Pomefiore

Raven also has her hair down for Pomefiore, but in a much more meaningful and intentional manner than with Heartslabyul. She has the hair tossed over one shoulder in a fashionable kind of way. I see her flipping her hair and it smacking people she deems unworthy in the face 😂 You can’t see it well in the illustration, but Raven has a half crown braid along the back of her head.

The flowers woven into Raven’s hair aren’t supposed to be any specific kind; she just picks random ones and sticks them in her hair for added effect. With the braid, it’s slightly reminiscent of Rapunzel’s sun festival look. Just as important as the flowers is the red ribbon tied in her hair—it’s the “red thread of fate” that connects her to important people.

Pomefiore, being a dorm of traditions, doesn’t change its clothes much for Raven. The undershirt is frilled as is the case with her original outfit, but the actual construction of the robes over that is largely the same. Perhaps the only major differences can be observed in the skirt’s hemming; it’s bunched up more to form ruffles, most noticeable in the opening slit of red fabric. It’s a small twist on a classic, which lends the whole look something borrowed yet something new.

OKAY BUT I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO CHOKE FABRIC MORE THAN WHEN I HAD TO RECREATE THE APPLE PATTERN ON THE RED INNER LINING. It was so difficult to do even in a very simplified manner… And don’t get me STARTED on figuring out how the heck drawing their sleeves works! This outfit is my Overblot origin story 💀

Ignihyde

The vibe I was going for here was “kawaii cringe otakucore uwu”. The only effort I made to be inspired by a Disney property was the high ponytail; it’s supposed to look like Megara’s! The ribbon in it is frazzled to resemble running electricity or electrical wires.

The outfit Raven is wearing has the futuristic Ignihyde jacket over it, but under is an oversized turtleneck sweater dress. The opening for the head is egregiously large so Raven can comfortably tunnel in it when she’s shy or scared. Think like a turtle retreating to its shell! Even the sleeves on it are too long (though not as long as Lilia’s Labwear coat); only the tips of her longer fingers protrude from it.

This iteration of Raven comes with a lot of accessories. You can’t see most of them because of the positioning of her body, but there’s various fandom badges and pins stuck to her sweater dress. Her hair barrettes/clips can also be swapped out for new designs. It all depends on what her hyperfixation for the day is!

Her boots are meant to be platforms. (Raven wants to be taller, darn it!!) Think of those little accessories you slap onto crocs; the sides of these shoes have similar accessories.

I have to say, looking at the final design… I can’t help but think about ninjas for some reason! Maybe it’s the pose or hiding half of her face in fabric?? I think I subconsciously also think of ninjas because of a manga I read where the main character drinks green tea and temporarily gains ninja skills! She wore a scarf in a similar fashion to the turtleneck collar Raven has.

Diasomnia

This one also went through significant redesigns on account of me not understanding how the Diasomnia uniform was constructed. I stared at it for a looong time before it finally clicked in my brain.

Raven’s Diasomnia look borrows from Crowley for the feathered shoulder pads, but the rest is pretty much all original. There was not a specific inspiration this time; I just wanted to have the image of a composed princess 😌 Her hair is again down here, but it’s styled a little differently than with Heartslabyul and Pomefiore. Instead of being curly all the way down, only the ends curl. Note that she also has hair buns on either side, which are meant to resemble rosebuds.

Ribbons are a consistently present across Raven’s various wardrobe changes. Because Diasomnia is more of a mysterious group, I went with a more lowkey ribbon than the usual one for her “tie”. It still looks authoritative but also has a little whimsy to it.

The puff sleeves, tighter skirt, and flowing coat give a regal and stern silhouette. Like a rose, pretty yet dangerous. vjsbsjsnsw I think “dangerous” is the right word to use here in another context; this outfit is probably the most revealing one due to the rose-printed stockings not being fully opaque. Raven could be standing in the middle of Diasomnia and then a breeze blows, threatening to knock her over and give her a cold 🥶

xvsjvsjwns I also really like this look, but I have a difficult time articulating why. It may just be the “fairy tale princess-turned knight” energy of it???

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #follower milestone #milestone #notes from the writing raven #my art #each Raven is holding up fingers that correspond to the dorm order in the main story wew #just like shugo chara manga volumes did

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theaudacitytowrite · 2 years

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Guarded Hearts

Loki x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is part if my 1k Follower special but escalated. Also sorry for the cheesy ending

#28: "Please, just open the door."

#62: "Say it again."

word count: 1.660

Footsteps echoed through the empty corridors of the Stark Tower as Loki and you strolled through them side by side with entwined fingers. For once it was quiet in the otherwise hectic environment since most of the Avengers were out and about to spend their scarce free time in the heat of the summer days much to the delight of the both of you.

You enjoyed the solitude together, the quiet mornings and the undisturbed togetherness. It hadn’t been long since your friendship had blossomed into something more. Loki had asked you to keep it private in the beginning since he didn’t want to give the others even more material to tease him about. If Loki couldn't stand something it was to be vulnerable in front of people he didn't trust fully. Neither was he comfortable flashing his affection around others.

You understood his concerns completely and didn’t mind it at all. If you could make Loki comfortable with keeping it low-key, you would do it gladly so yet you hoped that Loki would one day realise that it wasn’t a weakness to love somebody.

The first months into the relationship had been like a fairytale, with Loki being the prince you had waited for so long. He seemed like a different person when you were alone. He started to open up even more now, granting you glimpses of his innocent and true nature. You basked in his seemingly endless affection, the tender embraces and the endearing pillow talks you had when both of you just didn't want to sleep yet. With each passing day, you fell harder and harder for him.

But the fairytale seemed to pause any time you were in the presence of other people. Loki crawled back into his shell, guarding himself with a thick layer of indifference even towards you. Sometimes it seemed that he had regressed in his progress, sharing less and less of himself with the team which concerned you greatly. But as soon as the doors behind the two of you closed, it seemed like a switch had been flipped and Loki was back to his other self.

It hurt seeing Loki act so strangely again, especially when he downright ignored your existence in front of others. You knew he didn’t do it with malice but it hurt nonetheless. That’s why you decided to address it today while everyone was gone and Loki felt most comfortable so you could talk it through with him and find a solution to the misery.

On your way toward the living room, you pondered how to begin this sensitive topic. You hoped to strike up a normal conversation while you were watching a movie so you could slowly turn to the issue.

Loki and you had just turned the corner that lead into the living room when Loki froze for a moment before he hastily removed his hands from yours. Before you could ask what was going on your eyes fell on Tony who sat on a sofa, reading a magazine in silence.

“Oh hey, I didn’t think anyone was still here.” he greeted the two of you.

“Tony, since when do you leave your lab?” you teased.

“Alice is out getting lunch and as long as I’m hangry I won’t get anything done.”

“How convenient. Sometimes I wish I had an assistant as well.” you sighed dramatically, “How is Alice doing so far? It’s her third week, right?”

“Hm... I’d say she’s acceptable.” Tony mused.

“Such high praise from Tony Stark?” you mocked.

“I know, I’m feeling generous today.” he quipped, “The two of you would like her. Especially Loki would get along with her, I think.”

“Me?” Loki pointed to himself confused.

“Yes you, Reindeer Games.” Tony drawled, “She is quite feisty. I think you would really like her.”

“Hm.” Loki shrugged.

“No, really. I think the two of you would hit it off quite nicely actually. Don’t you think it’s time to widen your horizon? You’ve been here with us for almost two years now, it’s about time you meet new people, ...maybe date?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows at him, “It’s not like you’re already dating someone, are you?”

“No.” Loki almost snapped much to your surprise.

“Oh... did I hit a nerve?” Tony grimaced irritated, “Don’t tell me you’re already spoken for?”

“I’m not,” Loki grumbled.

“Great. Then it’s settled.” Tony jumped from his seat hurrying towards his lab, “Let me arrange it and you’ll have her number in no time!”

“What was that?” you asked slightly reproachful when Tony had left.

“What do you mean?” Loki acted as if nothing had happened as he tried to hold your hand again but you pulled away, instead hugging yourself for comfort.

“Why did you pull your hand from mine so quickly?” you asked to which he just shrugged, “Would it really be so awful if someone found out about us?”

“You know exactly why I don’t want to tell them,” Loki uttered.

“I know, but we’ve been together for almost 4 months now. Don’t you think it’s time that we slowly make it official?”

“Why would we?” he asked dismissively.

“Why? Well because I don’t want to sneak behind everyone's back forever. Sometimes I feel like you’re ashamed to be with me. But why? Because I’m just ‘a mortal’?” you felt how the anger took hold of you, all your prior plans of a calm conversation thrown overboard.

“That’s not true.” Loki shook his head sternly.

“Even if, sometimes you make me feel like you don’t really want a relationship with me. Like some sort of plaything, you can pass your time with. Because in one moment you’re this unbelievably sweet and caring man and in the next moment as soon as someone enters it’s almost like you don’t know me.” you explained, “Do you even want to be with me? Or was I just an experiment to see if you’re ready for a relationship?”

Loki didn’t answer. He simply stared at you, his teeth grinding against each other.

“No answer is also an answer.” you sniffled disappointed while you tried to fight back the tears that were blurring your vision. You stormed off to your, unwilling to let Loki see you cry. You hurried into your room and slammed the door. You sank down against it as you hugged your legs, letting the tears fall freely as you sobbed into your lap.

But it didn’t take long until a soft knock resounded in your room.

“Y/N?” Loki whispered against the door.

“Go away!”

“Please just open the door so we can talk.”

“No, we talked enough.” you croaked out.

And suddenly it fell silent on the other side of your door. You took a deep breath, trying to gather yourself and pushed yourself up from the ground when a green light shimmered directly in front of your feet. In the next moment, Loki materialised before you.

“Get out!” you threw your fists against his chest.

“Y/N I'm sorry.” he pleaded.

“Are you?” you taunted, “I understand that you don't want to present our relationship on a silver platter but is it too much to ask that you don’t pretend that I’m not existing?”

Loki remained silent as his eyes bored into yours.

“Look Loki, I really like you. I- I love you. I love spending time with you and talking to you and sharing my life with you but I can't continue it if you're not even sure of it yourself. I don't want to invest in my love for you if you can't even admit it existing to yourself.” you hiccuped. You hadn't planned of telling Loki your true feelings in case he didn't feel the same. But now it seemed to be irrelevant anyway. “Now if you would be so kind to leave.” you pointed toward the door.

“Ok." Loki nodded in defeat, "But I'm taking you with me.”

You looked at him in bewilderment as his hands wrapped softly around your wrists and a green cloud swallowed you. Suddenly you stood in front of Tony in his lab without having moved a single muscle.

“I cannot accept the date with Alice, I'm already madly in love with Y/N and I cannot cause any more pain for her.” Loki declared to Tony who was just as perplexed as you.

“Oh... ok?” Tony’s eyes darted in between both of you, “Good for you?”

“Great, then that’s dealt with.” Loki nodded satisfied, the green cloud forming around you once more just for you to teleport back into your room.

“What was that for?” you asked with wide eyes and stepped away from Loki.

“I officially declared my love for you.” Loki pressed his lips together tightly, “I’m sorry for my lack of consistency. I didn’t intend to hurt you like this. But I do love you, Y/N. And I- I don’t want to hide anymore if I would continue hurting you with it.”

“What?” you looked at him in disbelief as the words toppled over his lips.

“You heard me.”

“No, say it again.” you urged him. Loki watched you puzzled at first before it clicked and a smile started to spread on his lips.

“I love you,” he repeated, his fingers gently brushing away a loose strand of hair until his fingers rested at the base of your jaw, his eyes gazing down lovingly at you.

“I think you have to say it louder... I'm hard of hearing.” you breathed out shakily.

“Just let me show you then,” he hummed as he leaned down until his soft lips tenderly brushed against yours. The familiar scent of his smell filled your nose encasing you in a haze as you eagerly kissed back. You could feel your heart beat faster as joy and hopefulness hummed through your body. You wrapped your arms around Loki’s shoulders as you sank against him. Now you felt sure that your fairy tale would have a happy ending.

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taruchinator · 4 months

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🌸 Teen Audiences

🌸 1k Words

🌸 For the @noragamizines!

It was almost eerie how beautiful the sight that greeted him was.

Serene and secluded mountain terrains that were undoubtedly explored by many others before him, yet none would've imagined that they were strolling right past a corpse. A twisted joke was displayed in front of the blond with the appearance of tranquil flora, which surrounded something that didn't quite belong.

A broken refrigerator— Haruki's gravesite.

Hello everyone! Alice here! ^^

Another project I was helping cook up this year was the Noragami Finale Zine! I was assigned to write a story for the Ooharai Arc (aka where my boy Yukine just goes back to his rebel roots), and I'm honestly quite happy with how it turned out~

Noragami was the first series that truly got me into anime, and that's why it will always hold a special place in my heart!

“I believe our mother was intercepting the letters, and maybe even sending them back, too…” Yuka spoke barely above a whisper, her eyes never leaving the crinkly old envelopes that lay in the box in front of her.

Haruki could only stare in disbelief at the words that left his sister's mouth. Their mother couldn't have possibly done that, could she? During his entire childhood, the woman had been nothing but kind and supportive to them both, her only flaw ever being how forgiving she was of their father's actions. Yet the blond couldn't bring himself to blame her for leaving him with that monster, even if he wanted to.

But if what Yuka said was true, he didn't know what to feel anymore.

“Not even she wanted you. Nobody wanted you.” The voice in his head whispered those ugly words as it'd been doing so recently, but Haruki did his best to ignore them. They weren't true after all, since he knew for a fact that his sister loved him. Even if no one else did.

“I knew what he was doing to Haruki, yet I never mustered the courage to actually go see him.” His sister's voice wavered as silent tears began rolling down her cheeks. “I was worried he would hate me for abandoning him, so I never stopped apologizing in my letters, hoping that one day he'd come see me so we could work things out…”

“I did come!” The blond couldn't bear hearing her say these things. Lies that she fabricated in her mind out of guilt. “I could never hate you! I'm right here, Yuka!”

In that instant however, reality came crashing down on him when the young girl from his memories turned into an older woman, features still the same, but laced with the inevitable grip of mortality. Wrinkles appeared on her forehead as she forced a smile. “But he never did. That means Haruki's dead, isn't he?”

“You worthless brat… wanting to leave me too, huh? After all I've done for you!”

Hiyori placed a hand on top of Yuka's in a matter of reassurance, but at this point everything they were saying was white noise to Haruki's ears. His breathing became raggedy and agitated, despite the fact that his lungs didn't require any air. Not anymore.

“That bitch don't care about you! Nobody does! Why you think she took your sister instead o' you?!”

Images of his father began seeping into his mind uninvited, and it all immediately prompted him to leave the house and travel to another location that at some point his mind had started to forget. He didn't want to believe it—he really didn't—so he had to see it for himself. He wouldn't believe it otherwise.

It was almost eerie how beautiful the sight that greeted him was. Serene and secluded mountain terrains that were undoubtedly explored by many others before him, yet none would've imagined that they were strolling right past a corpse. A twisted joke was displayed in front of the blond with the appearance of tranquil flora, which surrounded something that didn't quite belong: A broken refrigerator.

Haruki's gravesite.

“You dying ain't my fault. It's divine punishment…”

Shivers ran up his spine as his knees gave up on him, causing him to collapse as he stared at the open makeshift casket. The place he took his final breath as he kept begging for an explanation, for mercy, for anything. But the eyes that looked down on him held nothing but pure unadulterated hatred.

“See ya, Haruki.”

“I'm dead…” Haruki's voice quivered with silent tears staining his clothes. Memories flooded back in a rush, and it was all too overwhelming as he gripped at the grass below his feet. “I-I'm actually dead. I don't belong anywhere—”

Suddenly something bumped against his palm from the inside of his pocket, slightly bringing him out of his dismay. After searching into his coat, the blond was surprised by what he'd discovered, eyeing it with curiosity. The wooden omamori was rough against his fingers since it was most definitely carved by hand, and the discarded yet familiar name written on it brought a warmth to his nonexistent beating heart.

Haruki had received it from Yato a long time ago—a memory from a life that didn't seem his own despite having become a Blessed Vessel in order to protect it. The feelings of jealousy and rage that consumed him back then seemed inconsequential now, while holding a physical reminder of the people he'd left behind in search of his truth.

Haruki had simply thrown them all away.

“How will they ever forgive me?” The reality of the situation was beginning to dawn on him as if he didn't have enough to deal with already. His betrayal, joining forces with Father, fighting those he swore he'd protect with everything he had. “Dad was right… nobody could ever love someone like me…”

“Yukine!”

The voice calling out eventually reached him, making Haruki realize that at some point his physical form left the battlefield to come to this place. Tentative steps could be heard rustling the grass, but the blond didn't have to look up to know who it was.

“Yukine… Are you okay?” It was a silly question, but laced with so much worry that Haruki couldn't help but lift his gaze to look into those familiar blue orbs. They held nothing but concern, which was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Yukine launched himself into the man's arms, sobbing and burying his nose into the scent of sweat that he missed so much. His entire body was shaking. “I-I'm sorry… I'm so sorry!”

Yato held him close with tears of his own flowing onto the blond's cheek. “It's okay Yukine… It's all going to be okay.”

Yukine didn't know what the future held. Fate was messy, convoluted and not always fair. But there was one thing he knew for certain—he'd never have to go at it alone.

Never again.

✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬! ✦

#my stories #zine entry #noragami #noragami yukine #yukine #noragami fanfic

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Finnie I really hope you're taking care of yourself with this 1k event

Finally got some free time and m about to Binge read fr UvU

Could I very kindly request No. 9 because Lord knows I am smitten for the rogues and VERY curious to see who ya gimme

Basic little facts are spreadsheets and programming are my beloved; Special interest is ofc Alice and Chemistry; and ya boi is he/they cos Ik ya like to know that

- Resident Precious Sprout

Take care of yourself I stg 🧹🧹🧹

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: ah rose don't broom i swear i am being considerate of my time... kinda lmao 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

ok so i'll be brief as you were because i don't wanna overwhelm lmao

basically, you are a sweetheart, so caring and conscientious and warm

it's hard to imagine someone who deserves that kind of support and loyalty

EXCEPT guess who does need it, in spades, because they're just a spooky beast with a heart of gold!

your ties to nature and plants etc. would make you a perfect candidate for a beat tamer, and you could take him for walks outside to run his energy down

and chemistry? once he's back to his normal self, it's date night in the lab for you guys

but you equally deserve someone who is loving and big and tough and can protect you, because you are owed that kind of surrounding comfort and love

#finnie1k #finnie writes

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cherryonigiri · 4 years

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THE RETROSPECTIVE - 1K EVENT UPDATES/STATUS:

1k matchups: CLOSED

discord link: send me an ask to join!

Cherry Night 1k Edition - POSTPONED Coming August 21st!

When and Where Part 2: UNDER CONSTRUCTION (part one here!)

I. lover - matchup event [CLOSED]: event masterlist

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close, forever and ever? Take me out and take me home, you’re my lover.”

— Lover (2019)

event progress: 18/104 matchups completed!

I’ll be writing haikyuu matchups for my 1k milestone! They’ll be a little shorter than my usual matchup format - instead of writing general hcs I’ll match you up with a character and write about milestones within your relationship with them! Each matchup will include the following:

How you met

Your first date

Your first kiss

One anniversary hc

How they propose

What your wedding looks like

One newlywed/domestic hc

Please send me an ask with the following things about yourself to get a matchup!

Your MBTI type

Your Hogwarts House and/or Patronus

Five words to describe your personality

Your hobbies

Your style/go-to outfit or what you like wearing

Your favorite beverage

Optional: Favorite team (if you tell me this I’ll be matching you up with someone from this team

II. long live - join my discord server! [SEND ME AN ASK]

“Long live all the walls we crashed through, I had the time of my life, with you.”

— Speak Now (2010)

For those of you who don’t know,“The Onigiri Miya Menu” is my discord server. I usually ask people to DM/ask me for the invite link for personal/mental health reasons (see this post for a better explanation). However, I know that recently I haven’t been the best at interacting here and I do want to make myself accessible and talk with you all! So I’m planning to repost the invitation link on this blog (as part of this pinned post) from AUGUST 20TH - AUGUST 22ND. Afterwards I’ll be going back to giving the invite link to anyone who asks/DMs me for it!

III. this love - 🍒 Night the 1k sleepover edition [EVENT POSTPONED]

“In silent screams, in wildest dreams, I never dreamed of this.”

— 1989 (2014)

Update 22/08/20 - Hey everyone, the first week of classes absolutely destroyed my sleep schedule and free time and I have some writing collabs projects that are taking up a lot more time than expected so I’m postponing it - the next Cherry Night will be for my 1.25k milestone! 💓-alice

Bringing back Cherry Night again! Cherry Night will start on August 21st @ 8 PM EST! I’ll post more details it closer to the 21st! Essentially I just want to have an ask night where I can talk to you all and get to know you better + send you all the love and appreciation I can as a thank you for helping me reach 1k!

IV. come back...be here - Writing Special [WORK IN PROGRESS]

“Taxi cabs and busy streets that never bring you back to me. I can’t help but wish you took me with you.”

— RED: The Deluxe Edition (2012)

As part of my 1k special, I’ll be posting PART TWO of when and where - aka. That one Oikawa long-distance angst fic that breaks my heart. When and where: part two has been in the works for the last couple of months and I think the end product will be a 3-4 part fic (depending if I want a happy ending or not). If you haven’t already, check out when and where: part one and send me an ask/DM if you want to be tagged when I post the second part!

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu matchups #the onigiri miya menu #discord server #haikyuu imagines #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #the retrospective #alice's 1k special

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heartsinsync · 4 years

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The first time I had my heart broken after coming out as lesbian was not by a girl, but by a guy. A straight white guy from the heartland, no less. If you had picked this guy out of a crowd and said “That boy will be your best friend,” I wouldn’t have believed you. But sometimes you meet someone and for whatever reasons… your “weird” works together. He helped me accept myself as gay at a time when neither of us knew any gays - and the two of us bumbled through the odd terrain of “trying to get a girl.” He succeeded, to our great joy (at least one of us would not die alone!) …and then, disaster. His new girlfriend was wary of us, despite knowing I was gay. And slowly, ineffably, the delicate calculus of our connection eroded. I recall one rainy night, the two of us crying in a car, me blurting, “I don’t get it. If anything were going to happen with us, wouldn’t it already have happened?” And he said, “She’s not worried we’ll sleep together. She’s threatened by our intimacy.” I always remembered that. — Alice Wu

#the half of it #the half of it netflix #filmedit #filmgifs #alice wu #mygifs #god this is fuckin heartbreaking #and it makes paul and ellie's relationship so much more special knowing its backstory in alice's life :')#'the delicate calculus of our connection eroded' end me!!!!!#1k

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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Hello!

I was wondering if I could get a romantic assassin’s creed match up with nsfw? My pronouns are she/her and I’m interested in both men and women. To start off with my personality type I’m an intp-a. I’m very creative and curious. I spend lots time living in a world of my own discovering and exploring ideas. To the outsider I seem incredibly "dreamy" and distant, because I spend a lot of time inside my own mind musing over things. I’m very interested in the visual arts. I myself am an artist working in both fine and digital mediums. I also love art history and studying symbols through art. I’m fascinated by secret societies, codes, ancient manuscripts, paintings etc. I also love films, books, video games, and movies. My favorite genres are probably historical fiction, myths/legends, sci fi and fantasy. I’ve been told I’m very much an Alice in my own wonderland. Im quite witty and have got quite the sharp sense of humor. I will fall back on it when I get too emotional though which isn’t the best. I’d say that my greatest weakness is how distant I can be. I’m very easily bored by day to day things and will zone out on the majority of people. I also tend to be confused and closed off by my emotions even if I feel them deeply. I can very easily lose track of the outside world. That being said I do have a very select group of people that I open up too and that I can explore my hobbies with. Speaking of the outside world, I’m quite active. I kickbox, strength train and in-line skate. I think that’s it! Hope that’s enough. Thank you once again.

Your matchup is... Arno Dorian!

[Disclaimer, if you're coming from the tags, this is part of a special event I am holding from November 17th to the 21st where I am accepting matchups from all fandoms I currently write for. Feel free to check out my 1K celebration masterlist here for rules during the window this event is open! If it's past the 21st midnight USA central time, do NOT send me a matchup. I will have to politely turn you down. Sorry </3]

In General

I swear to all hell I wanted to put you with Evie JUST because I saw your pfp and then I remembered no, I can't do that smh. Anyways, after rereading this, yes. You and Arno are my new favorite thing. Let me get into why I think that.

Things He Likes About You

What doesn't this man like about you, like, just reading this, this man vibes with you on literally every level lmfao. Arno is extremely into the visual arts, he is 100% a theatre kid and you cannot tell me otherwise. Loves that you're so curious and invigorated by life because ngl this man is a little nihilistic after... after unity... Loves your choices in media, your music, and OHOH you mentioned myths and legends? This man EATS that up. He loves stories, and he's a great story teller himself. Loves that you're into strength training because he is too. Your personality is something he really enjoys too. Honestly, you scream creativity to me which is something Arno really likes. Arno likes people who are witty with a sharp sense of humor because it matches him and kinda puts him in his place from time to time. It's great.

You Two as a Couple & NSFW

This man is the biggest nerd in France I SWEAR. the two of you are going to have to go off the rails about sci-fi, and myths, art history, like this man is passionate about education and the like. I get the vibe that the two of you would spend a lot of time at museums, or trying new things together. Like a pair of new souls trying everything out it's literally adorable imo. He knows that you lose track of things which he can too?? But he's a little more organized and will pull you back in the right direction if he sees fit. He wants to take care of you and absolutely will. Arno is an extremely active man himself, good luck. The two of you will try parkour at one point--. I feel the two of you would have issues with communication at time so like, pass notes to each other? That works too? Literally just talk because if you avoid him/get too distant he'll start making mountains out of molehills. He's a worrywart. He will ask for your help deciphering ancient manuscripts. Movie dates, reading, just spending time with you are his favorite things to do with you. Also, you ever see the movie Ghost with the pottery scene?? Please do that with him he's a hopeless romantic lmfao.

So, I don't know your kinks - this is going to get a little general and based off my hcs on the character?? Not to worry, I have plenty of thoughts. I think Arno has a breeding kink because he wants a family. He's into rough sex but like, not with the assistance of anything else? Might tie you up every now and then with a tie or something but nothing too out there. Likes you riding him. It's not because he's lazy or anything but he likes seeing your body in full. He is SO GOOD at praise. You can get him into degradation but only slightly because he doesn't like being mean to his partner. Best he can do is sarcastic or condescending dom. He's a sweetheart, most of the time you're actually making love with him. Arno will absolutely lavish you though and make you a pillow princess. Could spend eons between your legs if that's what you want. He's super eager to please. Arno wants to trace over your body and compliment your muscles. If you're into topping, you totally could -. Just fight him for it lmfao. Arno likes a bit of a challenge too from time to time.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things

Hi love bug, hope you enjoyed! I love Arno sm. He's literally great. Ngl, wish he had a French accent though, sigh. ANYWAYS.

#submission #assassins creed x reader #arno dorian #arno dorian x reader #arno dorian headcanon #assassins creed matchup #minors DNI #nsft post #nsft

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redrattlers · 2 years

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@bandsanitizer asked: a playlist based on/around comedown and your interpretation/feelings of it?

1k celebration event

comedown to me is really about allowing yourself to grow through the good and the bad and everything in between. “let it come down on me” speaks so much to me and i love how comedown wraps up the album SO well!! this playlist is kinda built around that idea of allowing yourself to feel it all, highlighting different emotions and with a focus on the comforting and hopeful nature that i find in comedown

i put a lot of thoughts into this (maybe too much lol), so under the cut is a little commentary for each song :)

comedown - it’s a playlist built around comedown, so comedown naturally had to go first! it really sets the mood for the whole thing

the deepest sighs, the frankest shadows by gang of youths - first of all, comedown transitions so well into this!! this song to me highlights that human life isn’t perfect and that there’s beauty to be found in that. on every playlist to which i add comedown, this one usually follows. i particularly like the chorus:

'Cause not everything means something, honey

so say the unsayable, say the most human of things

and if everything is temporary

I will bear the unbearable, terrible triteness of being

no choir by florence + the machine - this songs tells me that happiness can be simple, quiet, it doesn’t have to always be loud, and i love that quite a lot!

both sides now by gang of youth - this is a cover of a joni mitchell song, and i love this version. this song highlights how there are multiple sides to each situation, and to me personally i interpret it as being able to look back at your life experiences and see new perspectives, that make you appreciate a moment more deeply, and somewhere in between, to not get too caught up in your own versions of things, a ‘to live more freely in the moment’ kind of thing!

your hand in mine by explosions in the sky - this one is all instrumental!! there’s a 8 minute long version of this song that’s incredible, but for this playlist i went with the shorter one. i love how with only instrumentals, this song makes me feel so much!

repeat by luke hemmings - i love the songwriting on this song, it’s really one of my fav songs off wfttwtaf. the whole album is very introspective in nature, but repeat and comedown (along with starting line) were the ones that personally spoke to me the most. i’ve since then kinda always associated comedown and repeat together, just from how i could relate to the lyrics and how they quickly became favourites!

carry you by novo amor - the build-up!!! this song is here because of how it builds and explodes, similarly to comedown. it nurtures that same emotion in me.

O by coldplay - gorgeous song!! i just really like the image of the birds and flying in this song, which i’ve always associated with kind of removing weight of our shoulders to allow us to fly with the birds. i’m not gonna get all philosophical here, but there’s a lot i could say about this one!

how can i make it okay by wolf alice - ahhhh this song!! i added this one as a small nod to the silver lining on camellia street lyrics. i just really love these lyrics

So how can I make it okay?

I just want you to be happy

nothing else is as important as that to me

and

to live in fear isn't to live at all :’)

waves by young the giant - again, i like the imagery, specially the image of waves to represent the up and downs. the second verse lyrics really speaks to me for that

Fight the fear, taste the grip, feel the slip, shake the soul, feel the waves

in and out, and in and out, and in and out

outer space/carry on by 5sos - osco kinda just had to be here, right? my og ‘it’s gonna get better’ song. i once said osco just heightens whatever i’m feeling in that moment, and comedown kinda does the same thing!

free if we want it by nothing but thieves - man this song just makes me feel things. i really wanted it on here 1- because i absolutely adore this song and wanted to share it and 2- the outro is everything

spark by amber run - i really love the repeated “let the light in” lyrics, it just really accentuates that positive feeling, it’s so good!!

do not let your spirit wane by gang of youths - my hopeful song of excellence!! nothing speaks to me more than that sentence. and i love how it builds!!! i knew right away i wanted to end the playlist with this one (fyi gang of youth’s go farther in lightness album fits very well thematically with comedown, if ever you want to give it a listen)

patience by the lumineers - i love this piano track, and it played after do not let your spirit wane while i was putting this together and it fitted so nicely, so i left it here. i like that it ends the playlist of a soft, hopeful note <3

for anyone that has made it this far and listens to the playlist, feel free to send me your thoughts or song suggestions, i am always more than down for that!! <3

#redrattlers1k #music #playlists #comedown #i really did put way too much thought into this but oh well #i had fun!!#alright posting this before the 5sos chaos that will be tomorrow!!!#i reallyyyy wanted to get all the requests done within a month but alas i still have a couple left #so yeah for anyone reading this that had sent something in i’m working on them asap!!#just a little update:)

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emmettsmantiddies · 4 years

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Congrats on 1000! How about a bella finds a sword hc? 🍎 thanks!

Thank you!

Bella finding a sword headcanons

This is going to go one of two ways, depending on if we have human Bella or Vamp Bella finding a sword

Human Bella finds this sword, an old decrepit thing in the woods behind her house (so what if Edward told her not to go out there, she doesn’t care and a man doesn’t control her)

She takes it home after pulling it out of a rock, feeling like Arthur

Charlie helps her polish it and make it look nice and pretty

She hangs it up over her bed God knows she needs to have it close with all her bad luck

Edward has a HEART ATTACK when he comes back from hunting to see his sweet Bella blissfully unaware in sleep while there’s a liTERAL SWORD RIGHT THERE

“Bella, my love, my darling, GET UP!! There is danger imminent!”

“Oh shit really? Let me get my sword.”

“NO!”

Picture that vine where it’s like “what have you got there?” “A KNOIFE” “NO”

Bella will not get rid of the sword, and despite Edward’s attempts to destroy it, it always comes back (definitely by the grace of Emmett and Rosalie)

Bella, despite her clumsiness, is pretty okay with the sword after awhile

To be fair, she has nearly decapitated herself, Charlie, Mike Newton, and Emmett on several occasions

And she has almost severed a finger (Carlisle was there to reattach it)

Every time Edward acts up, she threatens to cut off a limb

He didn’t believe her. He didn’t get his arm back for 2 weeks.

Vampire Bella finds a sword in the snow of a clearing she stumbled upon while hunting on her own

She saw the strange way the sun was glinting off of the snow and went to investigate, knowing it wasn’t her sparkling causing it

She races back to the house, eager to show off her find

Edward is not amused, and still not over how she can still manage to be clumsy as a vampire (Smeyer was wrong. Bella is clumsy no matter what form she’s in)

Emmett is overjoyed, and runs off to fetch his centuries old authentic katana he keeps in his room that he received from a Japanese vampire coven

He’s so happy to have someone to recreate the “I have the power of God and Anime on my side!” vine with

He and Bella stage increasingly complex sword fights with choreography

Edward complains the whole time, fussing over Bella

“Bella, love, a little to your left, he’s going to go right now! What do you mean you know? You created this??”

It ends in a draw (ofc) but then the two of them turn on Edward

He did not get either of his arms back for two weeks

Carlisle had to ban sword fights except for special performances

Bella and Emmett continue to sword fight in secret

I can also see Rosalie having like a dagger, and she and Bella go around protecting girls at night from creepy men

Like can you imagine two beautiful women whipping out knives at you bc you catcalled a girl?

God forbid one of them actually try to assault a girl

Bella’s sword becomes a staple of her wardrobe, to Alice’s chagrin

She doesn’t care if it’s “impractical,” it’s hers

Thank you again!

Holly’s 1K Hollapolooza Party

#hollyhits1k #thank ya thank ya #twilight #twilight renaissance #twilight revival #twilight headcanons #headcanons #bella swan #edward cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #mine

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Alice in College, pt 5

An IkeRev Central characters AU! Written for my IkeRev 1K Celebration, a boarding school AU was the poll winner. Approx. 3000 words. 5/6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Mousse was asleep again. Alice crept past him and sat at one of the desks. She wondered if he even noticed that she skipped part of her detention yesterday. In fact, she was fairly sure she could skip the entire thing for the rest of the week and just tell him she’d been there while he slept. But that seemed . . . wrong. Mousse was nice and she didn’t want to lie to him.

He did not stir when she pulled a book from the pile and began to read and make notes.

Alice tried to focus on her studies. There was so much to catch up on, and not just the obvious course work. Students that grew up in Cradle had a whole lifetime of knowledge they took for granted. They knew how crystals worked, where things were, what was safe and what wasn’t . . . She was trying to cram all of that, the practical knowledge and the academic, all at once.

“You are getting a wrinkle between your brows.” Mousse surprised her when he spoke, his voice still muddled with sleep.

“Oh. Ha, yeah.” She rubbed the spot above her nose. “I always make that face when I’m thinking.”

Mousse smiled. “It’s a cute face. It tells me you are hard at work.” He stood and moved to stand beside her desk. “What have you selected? Oh! Geography. One of my favorite subjects.” He pulled a chair over and sat beside her, leaning close to read the page she was on.

Alice felt a bit self conscious as she flipped to the next page. “I’m still just reading up on the regions in Cradle, where the cities and towns are. Basic stuff.”

“You have to start with the basics.” He leaned forward, his fingertip tracing the curve of Cradle’s Central District. “These lines represent centuries of history, at least. And uncounted hours of diplomacy.”

“That’s what you’re interested in, right?”

Mousse beamed at her. “Very good, Alice. I see you do listen and learn, even if you sometimes skip out on detention.”

She blushed, realizing he must have woken up after she left yesterday. “Sorry about that.”

He patted her hand. “It’s alright. I won’t tell if you don’t. Learning is about passion for your subject, not punishment for trespassing.”

“Don’t tell Dean that. He seemed pretty sure the best way to keep me out of trouble is to keep me busy.” Alice sighed.

“Dean is a very passionate man. He loves learning but he can be . . . a bit strict.” Mousse tilted his head, his hand still resting atop hers. “Are you passionate, Alice?”

Her eyes went wide at the question and her heart skipped a beat. “P-passionate?”

“Yes. I would love to know what you are interested in.”

“Oh. Yes. I - I am.” Alice took a breath. “I love making things. It was what I liked about working in the pâtissière. I’m looking forward to learning what I can make and do here, in Cradle.”

Mousse smiled warmly. “I am sure you’ll find something. Perhaps I can even be a help.”

“Thank you.” She smiled back, feeling silly for thinking he might have meant something less . . . academic. “I should probably get going. I have class soon.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Alice. Have a good day.”

“You too, Mousse.” She gathered her things and hurried to her first class of the day. Her mind wasn’t on her lessons though. Alice was still excited at the prospect of discovering what her special powers could do. She had some ideas already for ways to test it, things to try.

By the time lunch came around and she had a chance to talk with Amon and Dalim, Alice had a list in her notebook. There were so many things she didn’t know about how the magic of Cradle worked, so she’d included every scenario she could imagine. It was a lot.

She sat down with her tray and opened the notebook just as Amon slid into the chair beside her. Without asking, he snagged the notebook and scanned her notes.

Alice gave him a little frown, but couldn’t hold his eagerness against him. “So, what do you think? Is it a good start?”

“Quiet.” He didn’t look up.

“Rude.” She rolled her eyes and started on her lunch. She still couldn’t decide how she felt about this new friend. He was hot and cold and seemed to have a hard time with social skills. It was endearing, but also a little annoying.

Dalim sat down a few moments later, and gave her one of his brilliant smiles. “Hello prin- Alice.” He cocked his head to the side, his glance flicking to Amon and back. “Did you get started without me?”

“No, Amon is just reading through my ideas. We haven’t tal-”

“You are distracting me.” Amon didn’t look up as he interrupted.

Dalim snickered. “I see he’s being his usual charming self. You must have written some interesting things if he’s this focused.”

Alice smiled. “Well, it’s just a bunch of ideas I had about what magic crystals might do and how my power could work against it. I was thinking, should he ask Harr and Loki to join us? Or Oliver?”

Amon did look up at this, his expression a mask of distaste. “No. Silver is a coward and Loki is a loose cannon. I won’t waste my time with a child either. They can’t be trusted. None of them.”

“You didn’t say anything to them about your power, did you?” Dalim looked genuinely concerned.

“No? Why?”

Dalim leaned close, his voice pitched low. “I don’t want to talk about it here, but trust me. You need to keep that a secret between just the three of us. Things could get ugly for you otherwise. And I don’t want anything bad to happen to my princess.”

Alice blinked at his nominative. She was his friend, perhaps, but not his per se. But whatever protest she might have given over being named such came second to the cold fear that knotted in her belly. “Do you mean someone might hurt me? Because I can - because of what I can do?”

“You shouldn’t look so surprised,” Amon interjected. “People are always looking for advantage. For power. If they knew you carried this in you from the Land of Reason, you would be taken for experimentation. Testing. Control.” His expression was gleefully malicious. “If you lived through it, you would never be free.”

“Don’t worry, princess. We won’t let anything like that happen to you.” Dalim stroked her back reassuringly. “Just . . . don’t share it with anyone else, alright?”

Alice gave a mute nod. She couldn’t imagine Harr or Loki or anyone she’d met so far trying to hurt her, but maybe they would let it slip to someone else. Like the Red and Black armies, for example. They would probably like to use someone with her power in their war. From her studies, it seemed the two sides would never be at peace until one side was victorious. That wasn’t a conflict she wanted to get involved with.

Amon gave her a thin smile and slid her notebook back to her. “Let’s start this weekend. We’ll keep our experiments up in the tower, and -” his smile widened, “we’ll make sure you don’t get caught.”

Dalim chuckled. “Yeah. Can’t have you stuck in detention another week.”

Alice frowned at them. “I’m glad you think it’s funny.”

“You are so cute when you pout.” Dalim touched her cheek. “But you’re cuter when you smile.”

“Who says I want to be cute?” Alice tried to ignore the sudden rush of blood to her cheeks and the fluttering in her stomach. It wasn’t fair at all that Dalim could have that effect with just a touch and a smile.

Amon snorted and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. As long as you show up, I don’t care if you’re cute or not.”

Throughout lunch, Alice felt like someone was watching her. She thought at first it was nerves. The result of Dalim and Amon’s warning, obviously. But when she managed to glance around the room, she found Harr’s gaze settled on her. His dark eye was fixed in her direction. When she caught him, his cheeks turned rosy and he quickly looked away.

She didn’t say anything to Dalim and Amon about it, but she wondered if he’d overheard something between them.

Her afternoon classes sped past, not half so interesting as her weekend plans - or the dinner planned with Blanc. Alice hadn’t let herself think about that too much. When she imagined being alone with Blanc, her cheeks went hot and there was a fluttery feeling in her chest. She just hoped she didn’t act like an idiot in front of him. Freezing up or babbling or turning as red as a tomato over nothing.

Alice decided to dress up a bit for the occasion - not because she liked Blanc, she told herself - but because her school clothes were plain. She wanted to look cute. After class, she hurried to her room and pulled off her apron and pinafore, and began rummaging in her wardrobe. There wasn’t a lot in there - her trip to Cradle wasn’t exactly planned, and she hadn’t done much shopping.

There was a formal dress, but the layered skirt and beaded bodice were way too much for dinner. A pair of canvas work pants and a heavy cotton shirt with a sweater . . . hard pass. She pulled a light silk blouse out, and a cute short skirt to go with it. The color was perfect for her eyes and the skirt was just long enough to be proper and just short enough to be flirty. Alice laid them on the bed and went to get a pair of stockings.

She was bending down to reach into her drawer when the door flew open. Alice spun around with a shriek. Dressed in just her panties and a bra, she ineffectually tried to cover everything with her hands.

Harr stood in the doorway, his face shading from red into purple. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were as wide as saucers. After a moment, he backed out. His hand reached for the door and closed it slowly, without saying a word.

Alice quickly threw on her clothes and jerked the door open to see if he was still out there. He was, standing off to one side, and still cycling through shades of crimson. “You! Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

“S-sorry. I didn’t realize - I thought -” Harr struggled with a reply, finally settling on a repetition of ‘sorry’ in various forms.

“Whatever. Just . . . what did you want?” Alice crossed her arms, feeling completely out of sorts. Her face was hot and her heart was pounding, and it was definitely his fault. Though she couldn’t decide if she was more angry about him walking in, or more pleased that he’d been speechless at the sight of her, or embarrassed that anyone saw her in her panties like that, much less someone as gorgeous as Harr Silver.

He took a deep breath, still unsettled himself. “I wanted to catch you after class, but you practically ran out.” His skittering gaze finally landed on her and stayed. “Amon is dangerous. Please be careful around him. And whatever he has told you . . . it might be best if you find answers yourself.”

Alice felt her brows rise in surprise. “You wanted to warn me about Amon?”

Harr nodded. “He has his own ambitions. And others have gone missing after gaining his attention.” He cleared his throat. “It would be a shame. For you to disappear.”

“I’ll be careful.” She paused and then added, “Thanks. And, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I probably should have locked the door before I got dressed.”

“Umm.” Harr turned and walked away, his gait stiff and a little awkward.

Alice wasn’t sure what to make of that. First a warning from Dalim and Amon, and now one about them. Making friends in Cradle was more complicated than she supposed. “It would be so nice if things made sense,” she murmured. It seemed she would need to try to stay cautious until someone showed their hand. Then she’d know who wanted to be a friend, and who was false.

At least Blanc wasn’t problematic. He’d been kind since the moment they met. Alice smiled, thinking of his gentle gaze and sweet smile. She finished getting ready for their dinner, just a touch of make-up and her hair pulled up in a delicate braid. Someone knocked at her door just as she finished putting in her earrings.

It was Blanc, come to get her for their dinner. He looked as dapper as ever in a dove gray vest and pale pink shirt. He smiled as she opened the door and gave her a little bow. “You look especially beautiful this evening. I am feeling even luckier to spend some time with you.”

Alice felt her heart give an extra squeeze as he took her hand and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. “You look really nice too.”

“Thank you.” He held out his arm. “Are you ready to go or do you need another few moments?”

“I’m ready.”

Blanc linked his arm in hers and led her away from the girls’ dorms. He kept up a polite chatter, asking her about her classes and what subject she was enjoying. It was nothing of any importance, really, but his interest and the way he listened made her feel special. The warmth of his side against hers, and the gentle pressure of his fingers on her arm were completely disarming and distracting.

He led her to a section of the school she’d only seen in passing. A large atrium encased in glass that held a soft blue glow Alice had come to associate with the magic of Cradle. It was hard to see what sorts of things grew inside from outside the enclosure. It was just a vague collage of green shades.

“This section is usually reserved for students of botany and alchemy majors, but being an upperclassman has a few advantages.” Blanc winked at her as he opened a door hidden so cleverly that it looked like any other part of the glass wall.

Inside was a tangle of extraordinary plant life. Flowers and leaves in profusion, some similar to things Alice knew, like basil and ivy, while others were so strange they looked more like animals or stones than plants. The air within was scented differently too. A pleasant, earthy smell with sweet citrus and sharp floral aromas.

“It’s very nice.” Alice reached for one of the nearby vines. The leaves looked velvety soft, covered with a fine furry looking white coat atop the green of the leaf.

Blanc caught her hand in his and squeezed it gently. “It’s best not to touch anything in here.”

“Oh!” Her surprise was more from realizing Blanc’s hand was free of his usual gloves, and his bare palm was pressed to hers. “I - ok.”

He kept her hand in his as he led her to a small table with settings for two. Silver lids covered the two plates, and the glasses beside them were pearled with condensation from the chilled opaque drink they held.

Blanc let go as she sat down, and took his spot across from her. “I finally have you all to myself, and now I find that I’m at a loss for what to say.”

Alice gave a nervous laugh. “Yeah. Me too.” She toyed with the end of her braid. “You could, maybe, tell me about you?”

“I’m not a very fascinating subject,” he chuckled. “I am working on my dissertation. The Magical Calamities of Cradle. Not the most cheerful subject.” Blanc shrugged. “Sometimes I teach. Not very interesting.”

“I don’t know, that sounds pretty exciting to me. I didn’t know there were magical calamities!”

“You flatter me.” Blanc took a sip from his glass. “What about you? I have read your student file, of course, as I was on your admissions committee, but there’s more to any person than what fits on a page.”

Alice took a swallow of her drink as well, surprised to find it a tame elderflower flavor with notes of hibiscus and a sharp, tart aftertaste. The gentle burn of it in her belly relaxed her. “I’m nothing special. A shop girl selling sweets, until I fell down a rabbit hole.”

“Chasing me.” He shook his head. “I am sorry for bringing you into this mess. It must be very challenging, but I must say, you handle yourself gracefully.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s been the best thing. I learned magic is real, and the world is bigger and stranger than I ever knew. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” She hurried to reassure him.

Blanc sighed. “You really are too precious. But what will happen when you miss your home, your friends? Your family? You’ll leave just as -” He cleared his throat, “Just as anyone might expect.”

Alice wasn’t sure how much she wanted to share, but there was something about Blanc that made her want to trust him. “I don’t have any family. My only real friend was my old boss. I care for him but . . . I don’t want to work in his shop my whole life. I want more. I want something I can fall in love with.”

“Fall in love, hm?” He leaned closer, studying her expression as one might read and re-read a challenging text. “That is the oldest magic there is. And the most dangerous.”

“Isn’t love a good thing?”

“Is it?” Blanc settled back in his chair with an unreadable expression. “Let’s see what supper hides under such a fancy cover. I hope it’s something with carrots.”

He lifted her silver lid first and then his own. There were indeed carrots, cut in little circles and cooked with cinnamon and brown sugar until they were golden and sweet. Besides that, roasted potatoes and leeks, eggplant frittata, and a little roll of fresh baked bread. It looked delicious.

Alice grinned, successfully distracted from her line of questioning. “This place has the best food. Everything looks deli-”

Her words cut off as the floor beneath them shook with a sudden, loud boom.

Blanc was up in a flash. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him. “We need to see what that was. Stay close.”

Part 6

#ikemen revolution #ikerev au #ikerev mousse #ikerev dalim #ikerev amon #ikerev harr #ikerev blanc #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys

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