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maokomi · 1 year

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No but 🤔 we've heard of Idol!Kazuha in 6reeze, who meets a reader who is a fan of his and hits it off with him, but what about a swap of that 👀👀

Like Imagine something where you're the idol and Kazuha is a fan. Imagine Kazuha, semi-broke English Lit student, scraping together all the money he has to spare just to be able to attend your concert. Even if he doesn't get front-row seats, even if he's gonna be cramped amongst other loud, jumping bodies for who knows how long just to catch a glimpse of you in person and to see you perform live, he's never wanted anything more. Tomo, his best friend, teases him for how much he likes you and how much he's done just to be able to afford concert tickets, but really at this point all Kazuha can do is bashfully shrug because, hey, it's true.

And then —in an absolutely crazy stroke of luck— just as Kazuha buys his and Tomo's tickets on the official online website (because despite all the well-natured teasing, Tomo isn't gonna let his friend go alone) there's a small box that pops up on screen, complete with small animated confetti and a pretty-looking Congratulations! at the top of the box.

Kazuha has to re-read it one. Then twice. Then a third time. But... there's absolutely no way. He scoffs a little, both at himself and at the website. He's a fool for getting his hopes up— this is just a scam or something, and the website's security must be worse than he thought.

It's only when he goes into his email inbox to forward the tickets to Tomo that he pauses as he reads over the details on last time and he's frozen. Mouth drying, his eyes flick up to the sender bar, just to check that, yes, this is indeed the official email from the company handling your tickets. Kazuha feels a thrill go through his veins. He can't decide if his blood is pumping hot on adrenaline, or if it's frozen in place.

He dials Tomo's number.

"Hey! Did you get the tickets?"

He's usually so calm and composed, but in the face of this he feels like his grip on reality is slipping away with giddiness.

"...Kazuha?"

"I got the tickets," he blurts out, so rushed and frantic, so unlike him. There's a grin on his face and his eyes are wide. "But they're not— they— They're VIP."

There's a rustle on the other end, likely Tomo sitting up in bed. Kazuha knows that there's a furrow to his brow. "VIP? Kazuha, you've seen the prices on these things. Those are way out of our budget—"

Kazuha just shakes his head, even if Tomo can't see him. "I didn't buy the VIP— there was a... a raffle. Lucky draw. Something. But it's legitimate, Tomo. The ticketing company really sent those tickets. And I didn't realize at first, but they're not just VIP either."

Kazuha swallows. The nervous yet excited thrill making his stomach flip. He stares at the monitor of his laptop, his stare intense enough to drill a hole through the screen.

"They're also backstage meet and greet passes."

#potentially ooc but do i care? no #give me fanboy kazuha who simps so hard around his idol thank you #swan feathers ♡.ೃ࿔*:·#kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha

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teddydeer · 1 year

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wesley used to get made fun of so i often felt ashamed of him and discouraged .. . it was heavy on my mind so i decided the only way to feel better iss to be completely self indulgent (//ω//)

#my art #my oc #fursona #wesley #teddy #i am going to glomp him and dress him up and nobody can stop me >.<#i am also going to make proper ref sheets for them !!#mostly just to draw different outfits hehe ♡#ive always imagined such a specific hair texture for him but i feel like my drawings never convey it properly #i need to send a lock of like #baby angel swan feather down #for people to touch when they look at his hair #im very scared of the post button for some reason but that means i should do it anyway

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kokofromwattpad · 1 year

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CUDDLES

Featuring: Dorm leaders

Plot: The way how different twst characters sleep with and without you and their sleeping habits.

Cw: fluff, spooning(Riddle and Vil), snoring (Leona and Azul), mentions of boobs (Kalim), drool (idia)

Note: You can obviously tell who my favorite is.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS:

Before you:

He sleeps like a old man. Like, fingers crossed over his stomach, or he sleeps like a corpse. He is very silent when he is sleeping only letting out very soft breaths.

With you:

Riddle is either sleeping fetal position into your arms or being spooned. I feel like after having an extremely long day, all he wants to do is be held.

Without you:

He has zero clue what to do with his hands. So all he does is take one of his pillows and cuddles with that. Sometimes he gets mad just as he is about to fall asleep and just chucks the pillow across the room.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

Before you:

He snores like a dad. Like, you know you sometimes when your dad is busy snoring and then he chokes on his own saliva mid snore... yea... thats Leona. Also he sleeps like a hot mess. Half of his body is off the bed and the other is barely hanging on.

With you:

Living blanket. Like, he just lays his entire body weight on top of you like a blanket. At first it felt like attempted murder, but after a while you got used to it and now you can't fall asleep without weight on top of you.

Without you:

He twists his blankets into a long noodle so that it (kinda) feels like he's cuddling you. Also, his tail is swishing the same way an angry cat does the entire time he is sleeping.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO:

Before you:

Completely normal. Maybe a hand under the pillow(?) Snores. The tweels used to make fun of him for that when they were kids but got used to it eventually.

With you:

Koala mode: activated. His legs are twisted through your legs and arms attached to your torso like superglue. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck and sometimes even leaves little kisses there.

Without you:

He refuses to sleep without you. Period. He got so used to sleep with you in his arms that it has become a condition for him to sleep. He will either stay in his office, busy with paperwork, studying for an upcoming test or reading a book you recommended him in his bed.

KALIM AL-ASIM:

Before you:

I headcannon that he sleeps fetal position. But like, on his stomach. His face is smashed into the pillow, which causes bedhead and he becomes scarily still (Jamil sometimes comes in and checks if he's still alive.)

With you:

He does not give a shit if you have tiddies or not, he is shoving his face into your chest like it's no-one's business. You have never slept so damn good until the day you started sleeping with Kalim in his fucking king sized bed made from swan feathers or something close to it.

Without you:

Tosses and turns, ruining the sheets and making it dirty. He usually gets up and starts pacing the room, trying to tire himself out, but failing miserably. Kind of just lays there.

VIL SCHOENHEIT:

Before you:

Looks like a fucking angel. His hair perfectly frames his head and he just looks so damn peaceful. I bet he listens to nature sounds whenever he can't sleep since him losing sleep is a big no-no.

With you:

He likes to spoon. He only big spoons, if not, then he's pushing you (affectionately♡) off the bed. He has gotten accustomed to your light snoring, kind of using it like a non-verbal lullaby.

Without you:

Can sleep, but not as nicely as when you do. Kind of turns a bit, but he does fall asleep normally. Gets a sad gut feeling whenever he wakes up without you next to him.

IDIA SHROUD:

Before you:

Probably never sleep willingly. He probably would just pass out from exhaustion ever once-in-awhile. But when he does sleep, he drools like a fucking dog. Like, entire pillow case damp from his drool. He has gained mild control over this, but is still considered a problem.

With you:

He wants to cuddle like how anime couples do. He specifically likes it when you sleep on his chest, your weight feeling the same as when a cat lays on him. He also gained a condition in order to fall asleep. He must stroke your hair gently while you mutter in your half-asleep state on how much you love and adore him.

Without you:

After he started dating you, he finally decided to get a better sleep schedule so he could spend more time with you, rather than being passed out, looking half dead. So he got a plain body pillow (He didn't get a cover as he thought it would be a betrayal of your trust) He cuddles the body pillow the same way he does to you.

MALLEUS DRACONIA:

Before you:

He slept the same way as Riddle, like a corpse. He is completely silent and does not move at all in his sleep.

With you:

He became absolutely addicted to cuddling once you introduced it to him. He would shove you into his chest, kind of like the two of you were hugging, but he has an absolute death grip on you.

Without you:

The skies have a green hue to them as lightning cracks. He is pissed at who or what made you not want or have the time to sleep with him. He would sneak out of his dorm and (break in) sneak into your dorm. He would then climb into bed with you and then instantly fall asleep.

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yandere-wishes · 4 months

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♡⠀🦢⠀♡⠀♡⠀🦢⠀♡⠀♡⠀🦢⠀♡⠀♡⠀🦢 ♡⠀

Hot Take: Swan Lake (But make it Yancore)

Act 1 Scene 1

But has anyone ever thought about the misery that lies concealed beneath the waves of Swan Lake? A love that's molded over tenfold, yet still continues to rot?

Has anyone ever thought about how in love Baron von Rothbart must have been? How desperate he was to gain Odette's adoration that he sentenced her to his own prison? None shall have her, should he be unable to possess her. It's a promise he makes in a kiss of smoke and stardust.

Rothbart is a creature sewn of flames and feathers. Carved from abomination and power. Strong and weak all in the same breath. Yet ultimately a prisoner too, just like his dear Odette. Rothbart's bones are his glided cage, his own powers his jailer. He knows banishment and imprisonment as if they were his architects. He recognizes isolation like the kiss of a lost lover. He's lord of the swans, the owls, the crows, the birds, he's the lord of everything except Odette's heart.

So he curses her. Not out of malice, never malice, but out of love, devotion. Maybe, just maybe if she could bear his burden. she too would come to understand. He curses her with his likeness. Curses her with a lore and a crown and everything he has always had. He turns her into something only he could love.

And at the end of the day, it works too...

Act 1 Scene 2

Poor Odette, poor sweet Odette. Everyone knows of her tragedy, her curse, her death. Yet has anyone ever seen the sorrow that resides within her brittle bones?

Half swan, Half human. Yet never belonging to either world.

No one's ever thought of how she's felt throughout these years. The way the feathers stick out of her flesh even when she's human again. The way her voice imitates the call of a swan, every second syllable emphasized.

Even the full moon can not fully return that which Rothbart stole.

Oh, Rothbart. Even his name sends waves of hate throughout her body.

There's resentment in her bones. Hate too deep and passionate for words

What is this called again? Obsession, abhorrence, loathing?

Yet even with this spirited hate, all she can do is wait, wither away until imposible love finds her.

But when Siegfried finds her that's when the world really starts to fall apart. Because he's a prince, cold yet lovable. Soft like dandelions and as precious as the lilypads that infest the pond.

He's everything she's ever wanted.

And yet...

There's this leap in logic whenever he's concerned. He can't understand the pain she's been through. He'll never truly comprehend the weight of the curse. How suffocating its invisible shackles are, how deteriorated her mind has become.

Siegfried is a prince in every definition of the word...

But Siegfried can't understand the horrors she bears in her heart. The nightmares that never seize and the burden of living between worlds.

So maybe, just maybe that's why she throws herself into Rothbart's arms one dreadful night. Because for all his countless flaws Rothbart can -at the very least- comprehend her anguish. Who better to understand the burden of a curse than its caster? Then the one born with the same spell in his veins.

The curse is straightforward "a spell broken only once you are loved by someone who has never loved before."

Has Rothbart ever truly loved someone? Should she try to gain his love? maybe she's had it this whole time...Maybe she's also loved him this whole time...

Or maybe she's grown addicted to the sting of his teeth along her jugular and his bruising grip on her hips when they pirouette. Maybe there's a form of deification in the burn marks his feathers leave across her skin. A silent "I Love You" too fragile to be spoken.

There's something wrong with his kisses - they burn like a thousand hells and leave an aftertaste akin to poison- there's something wrong with the way her name falls from his lips.

There's something wrong with him...

So why is she starting to want him?

Maybe it's the trauma he's spilled into her lungs. Or how easily he makes the nightmares go away. Maybe it's the palliative sensation as he caresses all her flaws, kissing them as if they were holy. Maybe it's because whether swan or human she knows he'll love her. He'll understand.

How she wishes sweet Siegfried could do the same...

Act 2 scene 1

Odile chokes on night air and stardust. Bursting at the seams to be seen. She can't remember a time when she's been anything but darkness. Anything but a second thought.

She was born with feathers and a body meant to endure. Her mother, the dark arts. Her father, the lord of all who fly. She is more creature than human. A testament to the dark.

So what if she grew up spoiled? With every luxury thrown at her feet. It all means very little when you've never known the touch of another soul. When isolation has been your sole companion from the moment you emerged from your egg.

There's darkness within her that her father nourishes. Yet not even he can provide her with mitigation, camaraderie, happiness.

So maybe, just maybe that's why when she sees the prince for the first time. The world illuminates. She's sent to seduce him. To claim another victory for her father. But she positively melts when she feels his warm hands on her skin. The smile aimed at her is brighter than every ray of the sun.

If it's merely a deceit, then why does her heart pound like a caged bird among her ribs? Why does her blood flow to her cheeks upon seeing his smile? Why oh why does she feel this way, this need? To make him hers.

The black swan falls for the prince even if it's only meant to be a ploy, a ruse, another cruel game orchestrated by the wicked baron. How painful it must be to love for the first time and know it can only end in woe. How painful it must be to rot in endless heartache.

How she wishes to kiss him, just once. As he holds her hand and dances with her in front of a royal crowd. His eyes shine with an adoration she's never seen before. Is this love? Is this what she's been robbed of her whole life?

How she dies a thousand deaths when Siegfried utters Odette's name.

What she wouldn't sacrifice to hear him call her name instead...

Act 2 Scene 2

Imagine the black swan and the white swan actually get a chance to meet away from preying eyes and endless expectations. Imagine they understand each other's pain like two dying stars.

There's a lake in a forest where dreams go to die. A sparkling oasis where curses run ramped. In the glow of a lonely moon, Odette sits by the lake. Watching her fellow prisoners dance the night away.

Her heartache is unbearable tonight, she'll deem it a miracle should she see sunrise. Odile collapses next to her, bathing in her loneliness. A shade of grey encompasses the two of them,

They're too tired to hate. Too tired to fight. For tonight they are both just lost souls looking for the light.

Imagine the white swan and the black swan actually understand each other.

One cursed to be a swan. The other born into its likeness.

"I want to die," Odette mutters her tone is all burdon and pain.

"Death would be too easy, dear princess. We were both made to suffer" Odile replies, stating the only fact she's still sure of.

Odette stands, a queen with no crown. Her eyes staring at her flock of swans. She outstretches her hand and beckons Odile for a dance. Just two birds trapped within the same aviary.

Odile's hand fits perfectly in Odette's. Fingers entwined as if slipping into each other's souls. Two juxtapositions, dancing as if they were one. Each step mirroring the other.

Every jete, every arabesque, every graceful move, further entwines their fate. Guiding them to an answer, a clarification neither knew existed.

The younger swans gather around them. Embracing them. Odette and Odile were created for this world. Both doomed by Rothbart and revered by Siegfried. Stronger together.

Two birds of a feather, who must die together...

Final Act

Imagine the black swan and the white swan decide to die together. Standing at the edge of the lake. Hands crossed, holding each other. Legs moving in a thousand tiny Bourrees. Siegfried and Rothbart cry out, trying to reach them. It's futile, the two swans have made their choice. The waves below beckon.

Odette and Odile, know that together no one will ever hurt them again.

Imagine sacrificing love in its entirety to ensure the safety of the other swans, of each other. Imagine accepting the curse, believing that one must embrace it to be able to live a prosperous life. The two swans fall together, a double suicide, an act of devotion.

Maybe just maybe the world will finally learn how devoted and mercurial a maiden's heart truly is.

Before the Prince and Baron can shed their tears, a creature emerges from the lake. A single swan made up of halves. A testament to both princesses. A queen in its entirety. Two wings of black and white hang from her shoulder blades. A crown of white and black adorned her head. There is no longer an Odette, a cursed girl awaiting love. There is no longer an Odile a baroness of evil. There is only the swan queen.

And she will make the world bow.

tags: @average-yandere-enjoyer @vereya @coral-relevium @overthinkingit56

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lockedfighter · 2 days

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꒰ა ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ wake up , guys .. angel tifa just dropped !!!

i’ve been waiting for this outfit to drop since i saw it months ago & i’m screaming bc lookie ?! one of her best outfits ( personal preference ) and the lifestream type background & just ugh ? an actual goddess !!

the feather touches —- the earring literally being a white feather ✨ and upon her gloves as well , it ties everything together so beautifully . i’m a sucker for armour & i love how it’s asymmetrical to fit with her usual attires themes . it’s giving pure angel and i’m living for it because i’m unashamedly biased as heck !! 𓆩♡𓆪

somebody said on twitter ( due to her shoes which also have feathers and are like ballet slippers with the ribbons on ) , that it was giving balletcore & i can’t deal —- swan lake 🦢

makes me happy because i love the girliness this outfit portrays especially with how she does have that softer side & it’s wonderful to see such pretty outfits .

thanku for coming to my teef talk .

#i need a screaming tag because this happens more often than not and i wish to apologise to everyone on the dash #but looks at hersssss #she is just the precious bby & 🥺 ugh ; i’m so sorry !!#SPOILER.

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ruumirmir · 13 hours

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𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕪'𝕤 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖

When you feel the caress of a mask; an identity, Who do you become?

Finished cooking Pantalone's Loverboy a little bit more with this character layout. While a good chunk of his aesthetic has been pinned down, I probably won't go further to draw any sort of outfit or character design for him. As of now, I'm keeping his finer details ambiguous enough to classify as a M!reader. @eluxcastar comrade wake up new Loverboy content just dropped.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐢 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤

Under the hierarchy of Regrator's ordinance, Fatuus above a certain level of authority don masks signifying their position. Ordinary agents working with classified business information must never run the risk of disclosing their identities after all. One such mask, dipped in a red of warning and adorned with a platinum wing on it's brow is the telltale identity of the bank's Venator Dux. Whether you stand against him in a negotiations meeting, or battle, he's no less intimidating without the mask.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

"Hydro represents faith, regardless of how misguided it maybe." "This vision is given to people who either have a strong dedication towards something, or have a desire to help or protect others." From wind to water; That day celestia's eye honed in on the fool falling past a shattered window, dragging down another with him. "How amusing..." they'd think, and brush past the reject to bestow heaven's blessing upon the far more pitiful one.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐱

Also called 'wine red' or 'black rose'. Like the lovely wines of plum occasionally imported from Liyue. Like blood to snow in the region colored head to toe in muted greys and blues.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐬

A flower that smells like fresh chocolate. They symbolize peace and tranquility. It is said that Chocolate Cosmos in particular mean “I love you more than anybody can.” Is it more obvious. He offers to pin it on the Harbinger's coat with a knowing grin. A frost-sensitive flower; It requires partial sun or full sun, and flowers from mid to late summer. It cant flourish naturally in a frost-bitten habitat and is artificially kept in greenhouses, only glimpsing the sun every few days through tinted windows. Pantalone barely needs to lift a finger to commission a set of cosmos flowers turned to jewelry for his Loverboy to wear.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧

A Black Swan signifies an insight about yourself that changes your position from one of victim to victor. Black Swan is a graceful reminder to move from any position where you feel powerless and at the mercy of external forces; it is time to reclaim your personal power. A coin always has two sides however; The black swan theory states that, "It is an unpredictable event that is beyond what is normally expected of a situation and has potentially severe consequences."

ੈ♡˳ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

Equal parts strategic leader and hands-on agent, the Venator's blade is no less mightier than his pen. Come hell and high water, his feathered quill can enlarge thrice over to chase down it's targets with a mind of it's own, like a missile dart. You wouldn't fare better in close quarters either. The feather reinforced with hydro can sharpen it to the degree of splitting icebergs and necks alike. Why else do you think his ink occasionally flows in hues of red?

ੈ♡˳ 𝐈𝐜𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞

The steely frost seeping into his coat, A heady spice from the smoke warming the air, and the slow bittersweet aroma that doesn't hit you until after he's gone; an aftertaste.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲

"I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings Be your Valentino, just for you" "I'd like for you and I to go romancing Say the word, your wish is my command" "Ooh, love (there he goes again) Ooh, lover boy (he's my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh) What're you doing tonight?"

ੈ♡˳ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲

"Faithfulness to something to which one is bound by pledge or duty." "In the shimmering expanse of ice and snow, I pledge my unwavering devotion and undying loyalty to the illustrious Tsaritza, sovereign of this frozen realm. As the frost bites deep and the chill of winter grips our souls, I stand firm in my resolve to serve her reign with pride and honor." "With every breath, I swear to defend her name, her realm, and her legacy, even if it means laying down my life upon the icy plains, for in her sovereignty lies the very essence of our existence. Today, I embrace the cold embrace of eternity, knowing that I have lived and died under the banner of our revered Tsaritza, with unwavering loyalty burning bright within my heart..." And he didn't mean a single word of it. He wondered when that would be the death of him.

#➳❥ Ooh Lover Boy #pantalone #genshin #genshin impact #fatui #fatui harbingers #pantalone genshin #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone x male reader #genshin impact fatui #➳❥ Rumour writes #genshin imagines #gensin impact headcannons

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foxylady13 · 7 months

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Elain and Lucien Thought/Theory

This post is going to be about Elain and Lucien (and a touch of Vassa, Korshei, and Azriel).

First off, I think Elain’s Seer powers work in Lucien's presence and it is possible that is why she's so uncomfortable around him.

This is taken from Chapter 29 when Lucien was trying to figure out what was *seemingly* wrong with Elain and she ends up having a vision of the twin ravens.

*****I do want to point out that Elain being a Seer isn't something that is wrong with her though as it is her literal power and Azriel points out that THEY need a Seer, not that being a Seer was what was necessarily wrong with Elain. They just didn't understand what her power was yet so they perceived there was something wrong with her*****

We also have this from Chapter 32 where once again Lucien is around and Elain has a vision about Vassa.

And then in Chapter 33 we have this line when Lucien volunteers to go find Vassa.

Again, these instances are showing us that Elain’s powers are working in Lucien's presence. And what did Elain see, or sense, when she had this seemingly show of her seer power when Lucien volunteers to go find Vassa? She never revealed what she saw. Maybe we'll get answers in Elain and Lucien book?

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Speaking of Elain and Lucien book.... I think their book is going to center around a Swan Lake retelling.

Why do I think this? Well, mainly because of this scene in Chapter 33:

The reason why this scene makes me believe we will have a Swan Lake retelling with Elain and Lucien is because Elain has a vision and in it she talks about how their feathers are white as snow as well as gliding across the water, and what animals are reminiscent of this description? Swans...

With it being a Swan Lake retelling, Elain and Lucien book will center around Korschei and with that comes in Vassa since she is still connected to Korshei as well as Lucien because of the Band of Exiles. Elain also talks about an Onyx box that is precious to Korshei. She will more than likely be needed on this journey to freeing Vassa (as well as the other women) once and for all from Korshei as well as dealing with Korshei himself. Lucien will obviously be needed as well due to his spell cleaving powers. And well we have this to:

This scene shows Lucien glancing at Elain and then mentioned how he wasn't needed there. He knows Elain isn't comfortable around him and is leaving to give her space but to me it also shows he believes in Elain’s vision and will seek out this Queen (Vassa) with little to go on because his mate essentially needs him to for the good of everyone. I also can't get over the fact Elain is a SEER and Lucien metal eye can see things others cannot! These two are more compatible/alike than some want to admit 😏

I also want to point out this line from the same chapter when Lucien is going to find Vassa:

This right here brings me to point out that in the Azriel bonus chapter we got he didn't once care or show concern about how the Blood Duel would affect Elain if he hurt or killed Lucien....but yet here we are with Nesta showing concern about what would happen to Elain if Lucien was to get hurt or killed while venturing off to find Vassa 🤔

#pro elucien #elucien #elain x lucien #lucien and elain #acowar #anti e/riel #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #vassa

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kken-kenn · 1 year

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# ⎯ 〚 ❝ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❞ 〛

𝐫𝐞𝐪. 𝗇𝗈

𝐭𝐰. 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜. 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐰𝐜. 𝟨𝟢𝟪

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦. 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖣𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

❝𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 let’s try this again!” Duchess stood over her pond, staring determinedly at her own reflection. “I am Duchess Swan, and I, can do anything!” For about the past hour Duchess had stood before her pond trying to calm her self.

You see, for a about let us say five months Duchess had harbored a crush on you. Now we all know Duchess isn’t one to run away from things she likes, she’s quite confident actually, so what, dare I say is keeping her from revealing her feelings to you?

I could be mean and say, nothing! There is absolutely no reason that the Swan could be hesitant to tell you of her crush. But, I am gracious and will tell you the more, nicer excuse as to why.

It’s because…

She’s a swan.

Yes, I understand we all know that, but with what comes being a swan also comes the consequences.

Such as feathers, whenever Duchess tries to strike up a conversation with you her nerves stand tall and her blood runs cold, resulting in numerous feathers magically appearing around her, the amount only doubling as she flees from embarrassment.

Or say when she honks, Duchess has always had a bad habit of letting out the loud sound of her winged counterparts, wether she liked it, or not. This became most evident the day Duchess once more attempted to speak with you, only when she opened her mouth a loud ‘honk’ came out instead of her usual voice.

Shocked and utterly mortified Duchess swiftly covered her mouth with her hands as she looked at you ashamedly through wide eyes. You stared back, as Duchess was about to profusely apologize your expression changed as you entered into a fit of laughter.

Meanwhile Duchess still stands there, no longer shy but angry that you were laughing at her! Her face turns red, and as much as she would like to yell and scream at you for giggling at her she knows she can’t lest the same odd sound emit from her mouth.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that!”

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“What’s so funny?” Duchess asked, as she walked over to you, sitting down on the bench beside you. You smiled softly as you traced the intricate design of the letter Duchess had given you when she had asked if she could be your girlfriend.

“Nothing, just reminiscing, you know?” Duchess gives you a look, but it changes as you hold up the lilac colored paper in your hand, a teasing smile across your lips.

“I remember when you gave me this! For weeks you had been coming up to me, always confident in the way you would walk towards me, but it seemed as though you would melt when you were even ten feet next to me,” Duchess glared at you, while promptly crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, what was I supposed to do! Just keep coming up to you and embarrassing myself?” She retaliated, clearly annoyed that you would most likely never let up on the fact the she was oh so anxious to talk to you she wrote a letter and even got someone else to give it you.

“Yeah, I mean, I liked it, I thought it was real cute just how embarrassed you got even before you opened your mouth,” You answered your lover, as memories began to flood your mind, and a feeling a pride begin to swell within your chest.

Just how lucky had you been to end up with someone who’s ego could never possibly be filled, yet your mere presence had them running for the hills?

Quite lucky, if you ask me.

⎯ 〚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝟣𝟣.𝟤.𝟤.𝟥 〛

#ever after high #eah #ever after high x reader #eah x reader #ever after high imagine #eah imagine #ever after high fanfic #eah fanfic #ever after high fic #eah fic #ever after high duchess #eah duchess #ever after high duchess swan #eah duchess swan #duchess #duchess swan #duchess x reader #duchess swan x reader

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seravphs · 2 years

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — PRINCE! OIKAWA X READER

Masquerades are about deceit. In a world built on spun sugar and gems the size of fists, very little can be trusted to be what it appears to be at first glance.

wc — 1.4k

The prince is watching you. Of course, on second thought, it’s unlikely that he would at all - you’re just a common peasant girl among the crowd, waiting for the king to deliver whatever oh-so-important speech he has today that required everyone in the realm to be packed like sardines into the tiny courtyard below his balcony. From that height, all the little bodies scattered below turn into smears of blue and red and green, reduced to scraps of colored fabric.

But he’s looking, and you can’t shake the feeling that it’s at you, even as you, flustered, turn away to hide your face. When the ceremony ends - long hours of standing on your feet just to hear the king drone on and on - you melt into the crowd and disperse. One of many.

You don’t know how you might have caught the royal eye, but you’d prefer to stay separate.

Your preferences, however, do not hold the same weight as royalty. A little side effect of being a common peasant girl.

A heavy armored hand clasps your shoulder.

“Let me go,” you snap instantly. The crowd parts around you. No one stops to check on you - instead, they avert their eyes, pull their children a little closer, and walk double time to get away. You don’t blame them. You would, too. This is how you stay out of trouble - but now trouble has come to you.

You think about running, but decide against it. It would be futile. Better to face it head on.

He’s well-trained, the knight. Tan skin, spiky black hair, an impassive face that screams ‘loyal guard dog’. Perfect posture. Uniform follows all the regulations, sword perfectly polished according to code. The worst kind.

“Don’t be afraid,” he says. “His royal highness requests an audience.”

“If it’s a request, I decline.”

The guard gives you a look that clearly says, ‘don’t be stupid.’

The palace is a near impenetrable fortress. You’ve only managed to slip in on one occasion before, during a grand party when everyone’s guard was up, but in all the wrong places. You found a weak spot and holed yourself away on one of the forgotten balconies to watch the revelry beneath you.

It’s a glamorous world. Every body twirling under the throw of light, fractured by the crystals of the chandeliers, glittered with massive jewels, circling their throat, embedded in their hair, given out as favors. Opal for House Kuroo, sapphire for House Kageyama, fire agate for House Hinata. Of course, diamonds and emeralds for the king and his royal spawn.

You’ve glutted yourself on the appearance of luxury already. Everyone is impossibly beautiful and everything is impossibly wealthy. Such is the life of royalty - to be surrounded by women in elaborate dresses made of swans feathers, men in suits of satin and gossamer, drinks in glasses made of mined crystal. It’s another world, down there, among the masked nobles.

But all of that loses its initial novelty when the prince arrived.

This time, instead of sneaking in through the servants entrance, you’re being waltzed in through the massive double doors meant for honored guests. Foreign kings and queens walked this carpet that now you stain with your muddied slippers. A maid makes a disgruntled expression at the tracks you’re making on the fine red velvet.

Massive double doors, pale birch wood carved into fairy tale scenes and painted over with white, bar your entry into the audience chamber. Two guards, equally as blank faced as the one who guided you here, pull them open. They creak slowly, leaving a gap just big enough to pass through.

It’s blinding inside. The hall is lined with massive, floor to ceiling windows, and the roof is one large skylight. The mirrored floor and the parts of the wall that aren’t entirely windows are encrusted with gold and jewels that send sparks into the air, as if inside the throne room, living stars were stolen from the skies, and dance along the paths of royal footsteps. It’s very emblematic of the Oikawa family and their taste for wealth to hold audience inside what looks like a massive diamond.

It takes a while for your eyes to adjust, but the royal family doesn’t wait.

“Thanks, Iwa! You’re dismissed, go enjoy the rest of your day. These are specific orders to take a break, so don’t even think about disobeying,” the prince magnanimously declares with a beatific smile on his face.

For the first time, you see the twitch of an expression on your escort’s face before he leaves.

“And you,” the king cuts in.

There’s only one person left in the room he could be addressing besides his son.

You shift nervously. There was only one reason you would have caught the eye of the royal family.

“Thank you,” the king says, and suddenly he’s striding down the hundreds of steps that lead to his throne. He pulls your hand to his lips in an elegant gesture. It makes your skin itch. Perhaps you’re allergic to royalty.

When he lifts his head, his eyes are misty. “Thank you for saving my son’s life. I heard from him first hand, how a peasant girl from outside the palace had snuck in. How she found him, seconds from choking to death on poison in a brief moment of respite in the gardens. You slapped the chalice from his hand. You saved the prince, the kingdom, and most importantly, my only child. We, the royal family, owe you a great deal.”

Prince Oikawa tilts his head in agreement.

You realize they’re waiting for you to say something. When you speak, your throat is too dry. You croak out the beginnings of a sentence before you have to swallow hard and start over, this time, more clearly.

You stutter out your words, nervous and unsure. “It was…It was nothing, your majesty. I didn’t mean to. It was just…reflex? I suppose?”

In the echoing silence, you add, “Long live the king,” then wince. It sounds so fake, even to your ears.

“So modest,” he says, with his booming laugh, as if he hadn’t been crying just a few moments before. “You truly are among the most loyal of my subjects, the very best. I’d like to honor you.”

“No, sir, it’s not necessary-“

“I insist. From today forth, you are to be the captain of Prince Oikawa’s royal guard, always at his side. You will be his living shelter, his sword, and his shield. You will throw yourself between him and danger, and defend him with your life.”

Doesn’t seem like much of an honor to you, to be ordered to die for the prince, but it’s not like you have a choice. It’s better than the other option.

“Thank you, your majesty,” you say, eyes cast down.

Royals always take forever for things that might be done in the span of seconds. You feel claustrophobic, even with the massive windows, the room feels like it’s closing in on you. There’s panic clawing at your throat that you’re barely tamping down. You want to go. You need to go. It doesn’t help that Prince Oikawa is watching you with devouring eyes.

“You may be dismissed-“

Hope surges up your chest-

“Once you have spoken to Prince Oikawa. May you be good friends, my dear.”

“…Thank you, your majesty.”

Then, it’s just you and the prince alone.

He looks even better than the night you met. The prince was meant for this, after all, the consequence of being the living descendants of the Sun God - if you believed the stories. His skin glows in the light, and faint shimmers of rainbow arc across his white clothes from the crystal. His gold epaulets make him seem broader and more real than he did at night. He’s by no means a small man, but the semi-translucent loose shirt he wore then, combined with the fragile look in his brown eyes, made him seem like almost a different person entirely than he appears right now.

You break the silence first. “Why did you tell the king I saved your life?”

Because you hadn’t.

You’d tried to kill him.

The poison in his glass had been your handiwork, the price of a ninety million dollar bounty placed on his head going through the underworld.

He smiles, drawing closer. Up close, he’s startlingly beautiful - and terrifying. He’s perfect to the point of intimidation, with his blindingly white teeth, his poreless skin, the raw power in the way he carries himself. He’s used to getting what he wants.

So are you.

But now, you’re defenseless in enemy territory.

“Why else, my captain?” He’s directly in front of you now, so you can see how even his white boots are perfect, without a hint of dust. “To keep a close eye on you now that you’ve been promoted to my guard.”

You feel a strange sense of anger that he’s belittling you so. That your talents, so revered among assassins, are so unfrightening to him that he would invite you into his home, even allow you to guard his back.

“I could still kill you,” you threaten.

“I do hope you manage to succeed.”

#sera writes #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x you #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #oikawa toru x y/n #oikawa tooru x reader

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sylveonyiezoo · 9 months

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Planet Zoo Pack Idea!

Flight Flightless! ♡

Everyone wants more birds in planet zoo, I've spoken about wanting chilean flamingos, roseate spoonbills, rose-breasted cockatoos etc but here are some more cool birds I would love to get added to the game!

1) Shoebill! ♡

This bird is so impressive! Some people are afraid of it which I kind of understand. They are incredible! They make really loud noises called Bill chattering. They are ambush predators and can stay motionless for hours to catch fish!

2) Secretary Bird! ♡

This bird of prey is found across Africa! They attack their pray by stomping on it which is quite funny to see for the first couple times. They are known for attacking snakes!

3) North Island brown kiwi! ♡

This unique little creature is one of my favourite flightless birds! Kiwis are native to New Zealand. They are also nocturnal!

4) Kakapo! ♡

The Kakapo is the world's only flightless parrot! They eat lots of fruits, flowers, seeds and roots. Another incredible bird from New Zealand! Sadly this bird is engaged thanks to introducing mammals to their Habitat.

5) Mute Swan! ♡

They are just genuinely gorgeous animals and I love them. I use to go to this massive lake as a kid and feed them! I would love to make some really pretty ponds in planet zoo!

6) Atlantic Pauffin! ♡

I have a massive soft spot for puffins because they were my absolute animal when I was a kid. Their appearance gave them the cute nickanme 'Sea parrot'. They mainly breed in Europe. Sadly they are now vulnerable and the population is going down due to a lot of reasons: Climate Change, Overfishing, Pollution, Invasive predators, Humans etc)

7) Toco Toucan! ♡

When I think of a toucan the first thing I picture is the toco toucan with the iconic orange beak! They are such amazing and gorgeous birds I would kill to get these in game! Making a lush tropical aviary would be the most fun I have ever had in planet zoo!

8) Ring-Necked Pheasant! ♡

Pheasants are so pretty! I use to collect their feathers when I would find them as a kid! The males and females look incredibly different! The males have such gorgeous colours! They can fly but they mainly run or walk and only occasionally take flight.

I chose these birds because I feel like they would be an easy start to adding birds and aviaries to the game! ♡

#Sylveonyie #Sylveonyie Games #Sylveonyie Zoo #Pack Ideas #Planet Zoo Pack Ideas #Sylveonyie Packs #Planet Zoo #Sylveonyie Pack Ideas #Flight Flightless

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maokomi · 1 year

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This work has been moved to my main blog !!

#swan feathers ♡.ೃ࿔*:·#kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha

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magicaltear · 2 years

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IronStrange Swan Lake AU

Prompts: 🌸 Moonlight 🌸 Hugs 🌸 Happy

I shared this AU in the @ironstrangehaven server because it was not allowing me to think about anything else, and the lovely @music-is-the-voice-of-the-soul convinced me to submit it as an entry to the Spring Fling event. I tried to stay true to the original ballet, but I simply cannot handle Sad Endings in fic so I instead leaned on The Swan Princess (1994). The post is very long, so I’m adding a read more for scrolling convenience. Hope you enjoy it! ♡

We have our main cast: Stephen as Odette, Tony as Siegfried (Derek in the movie), Kaecilius as Rothbart, Rhodey as the son of the Captain of the Royal Guard and Tony’s best friend, and Wong and Mordo as other sorcerers cursed by Kaecilius. We’ll add some political intrigue and drama by adding Obadiah Stane as King Howard’s royal advisor.

Princes Anthony and Stephen are arranged to be married the moment Stephen is born. The allegiance would help the two friendly kingdoms to prosper, but it would ruin Stane’s illegal businesses, so he sets out to look for solutions.

Tony and Stephen are forced to visit each other constantly throughout their childhood, and they hate it. Tony and Rhodey often tease Stephen for being younger, and Stephen is never above prompt retaliation.

Truly though, they aren’t so bad, but they are both stubborn to a fault. It certainly doesn’t help that Stane keeps hovering and sneakily manipulating Tony into distrusting Stephen’s intentions all the time.

Their parents don’t relent in these visits even after they grow up, but growing up also means they start to find their own voices. Tony tells Stane off more often, and Stephen grows astoundingly smart. They realize they can keep up with each other in arguments and debates, and it doesn’t take long for a stable friendship to bloom.

Their parents are ecstatic of course, and immediately jump the gun to prepare a full proposal and get that dang wedding going because they have been waiting for over 20 years.

However, that creates tension between Tony and Stephen. The affection between them is real, but so is the hesitation of rushing into things. They part ways full of doubts and a little heartbroken.

Stane is now getting really worried though, so he caves in and chooses his most desperate plan: to contact the dark sorcerer Kaecilius and urge him to take Stephen out of the equation. And he does.

Stephen is kidnapped on the way back to Tony’s kingdom the following Spring, and no one can ever find trace of him again.

Many years pass, and Tony is now being pressured by King Howard to find another candidate for marriage, even though Tony is still stubbornly looking for Stephen.

One rare day, Rhodey actually manages to drag Tony on a hunt to release some stress, and they encounter a peculiar white swan. Tony follows it to a rather hidden lake, losing track of Rhodey.

The sun has already set, but no matter, Tony’s got his bow ready and an arrow trained right on the swan. He’s about to fire when the clouds part and the moonlight falls on the lake, transforming the swan to none other than Stephen.

And he looks even more beautiful than Tony remembered. He’s decked in pure white robes and a cloak of white feathers. A silver circlet sits over his brow, highlighting the white streaks of hair now starting at his temples.

Tony can only dash forward and pick Stephen up into his arms, twirling them around with his momentum. Stephen’s clothes trail water as they spin, and Tony can’t stop staring up at his smile.

The kiss that follows settles something in his heart, and he knows in his soul he’s never letting Stephen go again.

But Stephen cannot leave the lake. His curse only allows him to transform back into a human if he’s in this specific lake when night falls, and he’ll transform back into a swan come daylight no matter where he is.

The only way to break the curse is with a proclamation of true love. Of course, Tony’s mind starts running at high speed. He shall hold a ball! A ball where he’ll finally be able to propose to Stephen and declare his true love for him in front of his kingdom.

So Tony and Stephen part ways with the promise that they’ll see each other again for the ball.

Stephen is over the moon. He’ll finally have his life back! He hates being imprisoned, even though Kaecilius is actually quite polite to him. The sorcerer had no personal vendetta against him, and so he visited Stephen often and never lashed back at him no matter how rude Stephen was to him.

Meanwhile, Tony causes an uproar back in his castle. He asks for the ball and claims he’ll use the chance to officially propose, but he doesn’t disclose anything about Stephen.

The King and Queen are more than happy to oblige, and only Stane suspects about Tony’s sudden change of attitude. When he asks Tony privately about it, Tony of course trusts the man he considered to be a second father.

Stane’s alarm bells go off. He contacts Kaecilius again and demands him to fix things. He was never supposed to let Stephen live this long.

So Kaecilius locks Stephen away in a dungeon the day of the ball. He casts an illusion on himself to resemble Stephen and dons a gorgeous black dress robe for the ball.

Wong and Mordo (cursed into a hedgehog and an eagle respectively) desperately try to break Stephen out. Stephen doesn’t much care about what happens to him, but he needs to tell Tony about Stane’s betrayal. And so the race against time begins!

The black swan arrives to the ball, immediately becoming the center of attention and gossip. The lost prince is back! Tony is beaming, and he dances with the black swan in front of the entire court. And then…then comes the announcement.

Stephen flies the distance from the lake and reaches Tony’s castle on time, but fails to find a way into the ballroom and catch his attention. He can only watch as Stane tricks Tony into declaring a true oath of love to Kaecilius, sealing Stephen’s cursed fate.

However, Kaecilius drops his illusion and betrays Stane, leaving him to the castle guards.

Tony is horrified by what happened and what it means for Stephen. So he runs away from the ball and rides as fast as he can to the lake, to where a weakened Stephen had already flown back to.

Pick your poison. A) Tony arrives too late, finding Stephen collapsed by the lake, curse already broken in death. B) He arrives on time to hold Stephen and beg for forgiveness, telling him he’s the only one he loves like it happens in the ballet. Either way, the curse kills Stephen.

When Kaecilius shows up, a grieving Tony demands him to bring Stephen back. So we have our Final Epic Battle™️ and Tony defeats Kaecilius, which breaks all his curses and their effects.

Stephen comes back to life and has a heartfelt reunion with Tony. Wong and Mordo transform back into humans as well, and they all agree to go home and never step foot near the infamous lake again.

Tony and Stephen get married soon after, and their kingdoms prosper forever more!

(Also Stephen gets married in the most beautiful white outfit with lots of allusions to feathers because he deserves beautiful outfits).

✿ The end ✿

#tear-chan writes #ironstrangespringfling #discord server event #chat fic #brainstorm #alternate universe #swan lake #the swan princess #doctor strange #tony stark #ironstrange #its my first time doing this but i had a lot of fun

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swanqucen · 2 years

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｡ﾟ ༉ ⁀ ➷・( 🦢 ) ╱ 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 ; 𝔪 𝔞 𝔡 𝔫 𝔢 𝔰 𝔰, 𝔴 𝔬 𝔫 𝔡 𝔢 𝔯, 𝖕 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖉 𝖎 𝖘 𝖊, 𝖍 𝖊 𝖆 𝖛 𝖊 𝖓

( yu jimin. female. she/her. ) did you see the new tenant on the 94th floor, on the SEA side of the building? GWYNEIRA JEON is a 23 year old PRIMA BALLERINA & SHAREHOLDER AT JEON PHARMACEUTICALS, originally hailing from SWANSEA, WALES. with a net worth of ₩90B, it’s no wonder they secured an apartment at noeul gardens! being so WHIMSICAL is probably what made them so notable, but if they aren’t careful, garden party will pick up on how OBSESSIVE they are. if that dreaded magazine ever finds out that HER PROFESSIONAL HIATUS WAS THE RESULT OF DRUG OVERDOSE, NOT AN INJURY, the gossip will write itself...

hello hello it’s eden ( she/her, 20+, aest ) and i’m here to introduce my beloved, gwyneira ! some of you may or may not recognise her from elsewhere but she’s is here at gardenhq as you’re resident manic swan queen; a slightly unstable, guilt-ridden and obsessively perfectionistic principal ballerina for the korean national ballet. she can be quite the wholesome sweetheart if not for the fact that she’s a little self-interested, oblivious and unknowingly flaunts her rich-privilege ( trust fund baby ! ) + she is naively unaware of the meaning of self-sufficiency. her little secret is that her hiatus from the stage since about a year ago was not because she’d broken her leg during a fateful performance, but rather she’d suffered from an episode of a drug overdose.

if you’d like to plot with her feel free to reach out to me in dms or give this post a like and i can come your way! below the cut you can find a not-very-brief summary of her backstory.

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐖𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 playing ; swan lake op. 20, act II, no. 10 with prominence upon ; girlhood as godhood, the ophelia complex, a tortured artist’s thirst for perfection — to defy mortal limits until there is none, insomnia, paranoia and the fine line between nightmares and dreams where humans are as much monsters as their inner demons, desperation in the face of pain, dependency as a fatal flaw, an artist’s obsession, martyrdom vs. victimhood, the fall from mutiny to glory, firebirds and drowning girls, wings as metaphorical chains, music box ballerinas — dressed in swan feathers and starlight, a yearning for acceptance and control, dance as a language of expression, as the dichotomy between power and delicacy — a battle of grace between black and white swan.

gwyneira eunha jeon is born on christmas eve in 1998 in swansea, wales — the day before her mother passes away due to complications of her birth. eira was born premature, with several medical issues that severely effected her heart and was to undergo various surgeries... until she seemed miraculously cured the moment her mother died. it caused a bit of a stir to her rather devout family; her grandparents believed it was some prodigious act of god whilst her father puts his faith in it being her mother’s sacrifice. eira, over the years, has begun to believe that she just has a very attentive guardian angel watching over her.

as a jeon, she the youngest of one of south korea’s most influential families. her father’s side of family has, for many generations, held a stake in south korea’s medical industry, with jeon pharmaceuticals owning many private hospitals and a biotech company are under their name. currently, as eira’s networth lies in high billions of won, it is largely due to passive income as a named shareholder in her father’s company though she has little to do with it at all as it’s rather corrupt and she’s always been shielded from it by her father and brothers.

her mother, on the other hand, was a former prima ballerina and at time of death, was the leading artistic director of wale’s national ballet company.

following her mother’s footsteps, as her father had always wanted of her, eira fell into the life of dance very early on. perhaps it was her mother’s blood that made her a prodigy or maybe it was the fact that eira felt she owed that much to her mother, to live up to her name because she’d taken her life.

in any case, by the time she was sixteen she had already made a name for herself in the ballet industry, training first in seoul, then switzerland, russia and paris and then again in korea where she would sky-rocket to acclaim. she was accepted into the korean national ballet as a teenager and by the time she was eighteen, she had become their youngest principal dancer; a feat even her mother had not achieved. this garnered her some level of media attention and adoration in the artistic community, hailing her the shining star of south korea’s classical stage.

by this time she’d fallen into her obsession with dance as an escape, trapping herself in a bubble that consisted only of ballet and nothing else. overtime she’d allowed her pressure for perfectionism to consumer her whole, to the point where paranoia began to sink in and hallucinations from lack of sleep and insomnia detached her from both reality and the people around her. she was rewarded for this, by an international acclaim of her talents and dedication to her art.

she had accumulated a considerable fanbase by this time and to cope with her mental decline and the pressure of the media’s attention — both because of her enchanting talents on stage, able to captivate any audience, but also because of her family’s affluence – gwyneira turned to substance abuse, allowing her to forget and forgo her issues if only for small amounts of time. she traded all that was left of her self-control and sanity for small amounts of happiness in the form of tranquillisers and hallucinogens.

during the last act of her swan lake performance a little over a year ago, her drug use went too far out of hand. she’d completed a brilliant performance by the end of the show, one that would go down in history as possibly her greatest yet, but when the curtain was drawn she’d immediately collapsed and lost consciousness.

she was comatose for two days before waking up in the hospital. her father had later used his connections to push everything that happened under the rug, covering her incident by saying she’d physically injured herself and had to take a hiatus from dance, which keep her name clean in the media. her ballet company, in conversation with her family, allowed her to stay in her position as long as completed a year of rehabilitation and an additional eight months of psychotherapy to allow her to continue dancing as a prima ballerina and principal dancer.

this brings us to the present day when eira’s just returned from rehab which she’d covered as an extensive retreat in a foreign country for physiotherapy purposes (as people believe she’d broken her leg). rather than immediately returning to the seoul that haunts her nightmares and where rumours about her a rife, she is now spending some downtime at her dad’s old apartment in noeul gardens, busan, whilst she attends psychotherapy there and returns to dance practice, having deferred for a season to the busan ballet company for training. though eira is still a little away from returning to the stage with her old company, south korea’s high society and the classical art enthusiasts are all reeling from the return of their beloved swan queen.

#ghqintro #ﾟ༝ ꜝ 🦢 。OOC ･ 𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗻

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chezzore · 1 year

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These cute little swans! They come in giant sizes too for people who all you cuddle bugs ♡

You can buy these feathered little friends here!

#chezzo's aesthetic finds #agere sfw #agerespace #safe agere #sfw age regressor #aesthetic #agere #sfw agere #cglre community #cglre #C'sAF stuffies #goose #swan #stuffies #plush toys #plushies

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jardaddy-a · 1 year

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╰┈➺ ♡ ┊ ❛ I don't celebrate this shit, but I'm here for you, V. ❜ MIMOSA IS HERE! Mimosa is the Jester Santa this time. They've brought a velvet strawberry cake with edible flowers big enough for Venus and Violet to share. Mimosa brought a dress specifically for Venus and Violet. For Venus, a dress that greatly resembles black cats and crow feathers, and for Violet, a dress of silks and white like swans. From Envy, there's a book on apothecary from The Canvas filled with different kinds of plants and medicines.

❀🍰THE SICKLY VENUS FLYTRAP ❀ ━ HOLIDAY GIFTS ┊NO LONGER ACCEPTING !

˗ˏˋ🍰❀┊ ( * THE SICKLY VENUS FLYTRAP ) ━ ❝ you suprisingly have an eye for gifts . ❞ SHE COMMENTS WITH A TONE OF BEMUSEMENT . THE SORCERESS runs a hand down the velvety material of the dress , it well reminded her of her current fashions . PERHAPS , Mimosa had been assisted by the destructive demiurge . VENUS had her doubts as she eyed the jarring colors the Jester donned . NEVERTHELESS , she wears a rare smile as she accepted the gifts . ❝ violet will love this , thank you . i don't celebrate the holidays that much outside of natura , but i'm glad you're here . i was planning to give you this tin of swiss chocolate powder you like , just mix in some of your favorite blood as i always prepare . ❞

#( venus: this is surprisingly a good fashion choice . mimosa's neon colors: venus: although i think you had some help )#( BEYEYEYEY )#serpentsexile #˗ˏˋ┊🍰 * ( 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏 ━ &&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 × )#˗ˏˋ┊💐 &&. * 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( 𝐈𝐂 )#˗ˏˋ┊💐 &&. * 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃. ( 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 )#˗ˏˋ┊💐 &&. * serpentsexile. ( 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒 )

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zu-is-here · 3 years

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Zu! The Swan Lake art looks so good! The feathers are beautiful!! And I really like the expressions. I do always find it interesting how well you can represent a scene.

POV: when you are so busy simping that you don't notice that your love has a different eyecolour and crown symbol.

Oopsy XD

Oh thanks a looot! (๑>◡<๑)☆

For real XD Guess Cross was like "nono that's my Dream for sure, it's just his new look, what a versatile boi <333" xd

How are you today? ♡

UPD:

I suppose the ending can be either good (where Cross proves his feelings to Dream and defeats Killer), or bad, where Cross/Dream/they both die. ;3;

Oh don't hesitate to take your time! And have a good rest <3

Can't wait to read this one *^*

PFFF chaotic neutral indeed XD

Ohhh many different toys! Especially the ones from the chocolate surprise eggs (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) What about you? *^*

Aw really good, thanks! <3 Gonna go for a walk while the weather is nice ☆

It does (ﾟωﾟ) pff just imagine Nightmare saying "I wanna marry Dream" and Ink-the-Good-Father is just "ok?? whatev bruh have fun :D"

KINDER EGGS YAY!! Aw bruh <3

Wait— killed?? Omg but how? >:0

Oh just a simple milk chocolate <3 What's yours? *^*

I did, thank you! Ooff xp Hope you didn't freeze (ówò)

Oh my god XD This is so much of him indeed, what a man tho~ Hera... *looks at Error*

PFFF Nightmare would just hiss at him, he doesn't want to let go of his Dream xdd

Oh thank god everything worked out! I can feel your mother's fear that very moment...

The daim bar! Tastes awesome *^* Can't say for another one tho but looks niccce <3

Aw we don't ;3; but we have similar ones! When there are many different tastes in the same choco box (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Ah I do remember! \(//∇//)\ And it would be great! I'm looking forward to this ☆

Oh what are the interesting points there? *^*

Ah it does make sense indeed! *^* But then again, who Hera May be hmm...

*resists my desire to illustrate this too XD*

The most delicious ones for me are with marzipan, coffee and white chocolate ♪ And for you?

Oh these are good ones (ﾟ∀ﾟ)☆ I also remember someone noticed that the shadow that falls on Frollo that very moment looks just like a coffin...

Ikr! *^* But wait— does Hera play any role in this story? :0 I mean, it may be Geno or Outer or someone else but would it even work?

That's true ;)

The caramel! Same here <3

Indeed ☆ and the darkest one,,,

#updated #ask #zu is happy

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