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lanaevyssmoved · 6 months

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OC + Random Associations

tagged by @cetra , @sleepsvessel & @bootheminiaturegiantspacehamster thank you ^_^

Animal

Afhiri sea slugs, isopods (dairy cow and zebra), geckos and other various reptiles, cats, small birds, musteloids (particularly raccoons and red pandas), viverrids, japanese raccoon dogs, opossums Candor lions, various eagles (wedge-tailed, golden, crowned), hawks, swans and geese, bighorn rams, crocodillians, sea turtles, elephants, animals that use sun compass orientation Cirok corvids (raven, crow), dogs (rottweiler, doberman, pinscher, greyhound), venomous black snakes, scorpions, spiders (particularly trapdoor spiders and sicarius), bats, black caiman, sharks

Colors

Afhiri pastels! pink, yellow, orange, green, blue, white, black Candor changes depending on form but in general purple, blue, red, yellow, orange, gold, brown, white, black Cirok black, grey, white - absolutely no Colour (thanks to booboo i now think of like toxic waste green when i think of cirok too)

Month

Afhiri September Candor August Cirok November

Songs

Afhiri tapi tapi - tempura kidz fear. moe shop and fun - sir sly. sir sly's vibe is way off for afhiri but the lyrics were written for her Candor a sun coloured shaker - yndi halda and (spring) this was your place - sunlight ascending Cirok jouska - evenS (probably favourite song of all time btw) and i come with knives - IAMX

Number

Afhiri two/2 Candor three/3 Cirok four/4

Plants

Afhiri celandine, sunflower, pink tulip, daisy Candor bay tree, gladiolus, heliotrope, rose Cirok chives, anemone, begonia, deadly nightshade

Scents

Afhiri fresh morning, grass, dirt, cotton candy, bubblegum Candor cedar, musk, sandalwood, the ocean, burning Cirok decay, death, rot, overwhelmingly of resin

Gemstone

Afhiri tugtupite Candor meliphanite Cirok magnetite

Time of day

Afhiri sunrise Candor midday Cirok night

Season

Afhiri summer Candor summer Cirok winter

Places

Afhiri taverns, meadows, by rivers and lakes Candor monasteries, temples, places of worship Cirok the dank, cold and forgotten, the forbidden

Food

Afhiri sweet things, nothing good for you Candor warm meals Cirok raw meat

Drinks

Afhiri sugary sweet drinks, energy drinks Candor various teas (green, oolong, herbal, black) Cirok piping hot black coffee

Element

Afhiri air Candor fire Cirok water

Seasonings

Afhiri garlic, ginger, cinnamon Candor paprika, turmeric, bay leaves Cirok dried chives, cloves, saffron

Sky

Afhiri the most beautiful sunny cloudless summer sky Candor a colourful golden orange, red, and purple with light cloud cover Cirok stratus clouds, grey, calm and quiet

Weather

Afhiri warm day with lots of sun and a gentle breeze Candor blazing hot summers day with minimal to no wind Cirok cold winters day with fog and light snow

Magical power

Afhiri manipulative magic that makes someone act against their own will, anything that makes them laugh or dance. also the magical power of Insults Candor holy smites, blinding lights and divine energy Cirok phasing into the realm of the dead to walk partly as a ghost

Weapons

Afhiri shortsword and dagger combo, dual hand crossbows Candor mace and shield, longbow, floating/flying greatsword Cirok dual daggers, throwing knives, poisons and venoms

Candy/Sweets

Afhiri cotton candy, bubblegum, and i designed her with fruit salad in mind! Candor spicy roasted pecans, maple roasted sweet potatoes, sea salt dark chocolate Cirok liquorice, black jack, toxic waste

Method of long distance travel

Afhiri roadtrip in a classic volkswagen camper van Candor flying Cirok underground trains

Artstyle

Afhiri impressionism, abstract expressionism, street art, dadaism, CoBrA and fauvism Candor baroque and classicism Cirok optical art and minimalism

Fear

Afhiri of the self, of emotional pain, of returning home Candor of imperfection, of failure, of not being worthy Cirok of being seen, of death, of vulnerability

Mythological creature

Afhiri azeban, mujina, nymph Candor chalkydri, phoenix, psychopomp Cirok tsuchigumo, black dog, gargoyle

Piece of stationery

Afhiri a childs box of crayons, dairy Candor fountain pen, ruler Cirok ink, letter opener

Three Emojis

Afhiri 🤡🍀🪈 Candor ☄️🎇🪽 Cirok 🕷️♟️🔪

Celestial body

Afhiri the moon Candor the sun Cirok black dwarf

THIS TOOK ME FOREVER GUYS... TWO DAYS. I WORKED ON IT FOR HOURS. i hope........ its worth it <3

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#fray.txt #oc afhiri #oc candor #oc cirok #this was so rough man.#also candor and cirok dont eat or drink so.#lots of VIBES #and lots of trying to limit myself #as u can see i failed at limiting myself in multiple places ^_^#IM SO HAPPY IM DONE MAN #i know its long on ur dash but im not read moreing the entire thing it took me too long. U WILL LOOK

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r0binxx11 · 1 year

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Attack on Titan Girl Headcanons !! <3

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1. What music music/artists would they listen to

Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would listen to Deftones definitely. I could also see her listening to calming love music as well. I think she would listen to Mascara or Sextape a lot by Deftones. She would also listen to Mitski a lot. Some songs she would like are ‘I Bet on Loosing Dogs’ or ‘I Want You’. She would also like some BLACKPINK or New Jeans!

Sasha Braus: I feel like Sasha would listen to anything really. Hyperpop and calm music. Maybe some 100geccs or Alex G and Vacations. A song i can see her listening to is ‘Until I Found You’ by Stephen Sanchez, idk why i just do. I can also see her listening to the ‘Changes’ album by Vacations.

Hange Zoe: Hange would listen to ABBA or just older rock music! I see her listening to ABBA’s ‘Voulez-Vous’ album. Hange could also be listening to Beach House or Mamamoo! One song i see her with is ‘HIP’ by Mamamoo. Hange wouldn’t be afraid to blast her music either!

Historia Reiss: I think Historia would listen to Taylor Swift. She would mostly listen to her pop rather than the country. I feel like she would have ‘1989’ as her favorite album as well. Another artist i see that fits her is Lana Del Ray. She would listen to ‘Ultraviolence’ album a lot.

Ymir: Ymir would be listening to Arctic Monkeys or some metal. I feel like she would really like listening to the ‘AM’ album. As for metal i don’t know why but i feel like she’d listen to Korn and Deftones. Ymir would also listen to anything as long as it’s not Country.

Annie Leonhart: Annie would listen to My Bloody Valentine or Yot Club or maybe even t.A.T.u. I feel like she’d definitely have this sort of music style like Alternative/Indie and she would generally like anything in that genre.

Pieck Finger: I can see Pieck listening to TV Girl. She would sing along to the songs a lot especially songs from the ‘Who Really Cares’ album. Pieck’s favorite genre is Indie Pop for sure. I also see her listening to Red Velvet.

Yelena: Yelena would listen to The Neighborhood or Crystal Castles. I could see her liking ‘Reflections’ by the Neighborhood and then ‘Suffocation’ or ‘Vanished’ by crystal castles. And then of COURSE i see her listening to ‘Babooshkaa’ by Kate Bush i mean that’s literally her anthem.

2. What style of clothing would they wear

Mikasa Ackerman: I know in the AU at the end of the manga shows her goth but apart of me sees her wearing grunge clothes or something like that. A specific outfit Mikasa would wear is baggy low waisted jeans with a grunge design on it and a studded belt and pocket chain, long sleeve stripped crop top with a v-neck and 2-3 necklaces. I can see her with black small hoop earrings with a spike hanging. I can see her with worn black vans as well.

Sasha Braus: Sasha would wear a sort of lazyish style. I see her with a white undershirt with a pop culture t-shirt over it and baggy ripped black jeans with regular worn converse. Sasha when she needs to get formal or fancy, i feel like she’d pull it off perfectly.

Hange Zoe: Hange would wear a little bit formal but not too much. Just a white button up that is buttoned to look like a v-neck, nice dress pants and blouse with a golden neck chain. Her shoes would just be comfortable black closed heels or flats! I can also see her wearing an expensive branded belt.

Historia Reiss: Historia would dress sort of white-girlish but i can also see her rocking the Lana Del Ray core. I see her wearing a pastel pink or blue crop top with bell bottom white jeans and berkinstocks. She would wear bandanas hair clips too! I also see her with a medium white dress and little bows in her hair.

Ymir: Ymir would either wear oversized clothes or tight clothes. For oversized, I can see an oversized black or white band or branded t-shirt with tan corduroys and vans high tops. For tight, Ymir would wear a dark small fitting t-shirt with tight ripped jeans and a big red or gray jacket with doc-martens. I don’t see her wearing jewelry except maybe rings.

Annie Leonhart: Annie would wear sweatshirts all the time with a jacket over it occasionally. I can see her with either regular nike shorts or just mid fitting jeans. I can also see cargo pants with all those buckles. I don’t see her wearing jewelry maybe just a bracelet or two. For shoes i see her wearing black worn boots.

Pieck Finger: Pieck would wear a lot of regular black tank tops with black bell bottom leggings and a jacket. I see her wearing beanies sometimes and black dresses. I can see her wearing colorblock star sneakers and/or wedged black heels.

Yelena: Yelena wouldn’t be too far off from her outfit she wears in the anime/manga. I can see a button up that’s buttoned to make a v-neck and rolled sleeves with black dress pants and dress shoes. She would have a Gucci belt and very nice rings as well. I can see her with suspenders or a black suit jacket. Again not too far off from the anime/show but i think that’s what she would wear.

3. How they would confess to you

Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would be very nervous and simply tell you when she feels the time is right. She would say something like “y/n, I have a crush on you” or something up front like that in a nervous tone.

Sasha Braus: Sasha would also be really nervous. I feel like she’d get red and just say it as it is. She would have it all planned out and she would pick a spot and have basically a script but she wouldn’t end up following through with the script and she’d let it out.

Hange Zoe: Hange would have it planned out as well. She would do it somewhere memorable like somewhere pretty or just somewhere you guys enjoy. She would look at you in the eyes trying to mask the nervousness and then just say it with confidence.

Historia Reiss: Historia doesnt like to confess first but if she really feels like she does she will. She would either get really nervous and do it over text or do it at the end of a hangout or something like that. She would look at the ground and kind of blush and say “I like you.” or something along the lines of that.

Ymir: Ymir would also just outright say it with confidence. Ymir would tell you exactly how she feels and more. She would do it in a private area and be very passionate when she tells you.

Annie Leonhart: Annie would blush a ton and give a montone voice when she tells you she likes you. Her anxious self would be very visible as well and adorable. She would do it at the end of a hangout as well.

Pieck Finger: I have a feeling for Pieck she would just say it when the time was right. She’d be a little anxious but not too much. She would smile and look at you and tell you how she feels.

Yelena: Yelena would say it super confidently and do it when you two are alone at one’s house. She wouldn’t show any signs of being nervous and she would keep good eye contact while confessing.

4. How they would react if somebody hurt you emotionally/verbally

Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would be enraged because all she wants is to protect you and nothing more. She would get involved immediately and make sure whatever happens doesn’t happen again. She would reassure you that it’ll be okay and it won’t happen again.

Sasha Braus: Sasha would try to figure it out calmly and after would try to cheer you up and make you smile/laugh. She would really be calm about it and be very good at cheering you up and helping you forget what happened.

Hange Zoe: Hange would be calm when you told her at first but then deal with it immediately. She would be very stern about it and also professional. She would try and help you afterwards by being by your side and doing whatever you needed in the moment.

Historia Reiss:

Ymir: Ymir would be pretty similar to Mikasa. She would make a couple threats and get furious. Even after she was done dealing with it it would piss her off for awhile. Ymir wouldn’t want anybody hurting you.

Annie Leonhart: Annie would stare at them and talk very sternly and try to intimidate the person. She wouldn’t know how to comfort you well but she would make an effort to and try to reassure you.

Pieck Finger: Pieck would be mad but she would try not to show it. She would try to defuse the situation and make peace. Afterwards she would try to cheer you up and a lot a lot of cuddling!

Yelena: Yelena would be very scary to the person who did it. She would make it clear that she isn’t playing around. She’s so tall that she would probably already intimidate the person. She would quickly tell them off though and make sure it never happens again. Afterwards, with a smile she would reassure you that it’s all gonna be better now.

5. Where they would take you on the first date

Mikasa Ackerman: Mikasa would go to an art museum. She would enjoy how peaceful it is and loved to analyze art. I feel like she wouldn’t handhold as much as first but eventually warm up to it. When the date is over you two would go get ice cream or a sweet treat.

Sasha Braus: Of course Sasha would go out to dinner. You two would go to a local place with a bunch of meat. After the date she would wanna go walk around a town by the sunset! She would love to hold your hand and by the end of the date she would give you a peck on the cheek.

Hange Zoe: Hange would take you out to go bowling or maybe an arcade or roller blading. It would have to be something fun and active. Afterwards she would take you home and make sure you got in okay. She would give you and hug at the end as well.

Historia Reiss: Historia would do a picnic date. She would bring some fruits and desserts such as strawberries, cherries, blueberries, watermelon etc., She would choose a pretty location in a park or maybe a clearing in the forest. Historia would put her head on your shoulder and hold hands a lot too. She loves the way your hand fits into hers.

Ymir: Ymir would probably take you to a theme park or something along the lines of that. She loves the thrills and she would of course hold your hand and make sure you felt comfortable at all times. When the date is over she would make sure you enjoyed yourself.

Annie Leonhart: Annie’s first date would be very chill. I can see her wanting a movie night at your house or hers. She would let you pick the movie and she would set up a fold out couch with blankets and pillows. She would love to cuddle a bunch.

Pieck Finger: Pieck would wanna go somewhere traditional like a Café. She would get a hot coffee and maybe a pastry with that. She would initiate all of the conversations and make sure to not make the date boring at any time.

Yelena: Yelena would either take you to a nice place to eat like a fancy restaurant or an expensive shopping mall. She would pay for the food and buy you a couple things at the mall. She would hold the bags for you and your hand at the same time. She would take you home and wait at the house until you got inside. Yelena would hug you at the end of the date and give a kiss if comfortable.

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Thank you so much for reading!!

Let me know any other suggestions if you have any! ^.^

#attack on titan #aot headcanons #mikasa ackerman #sasha braus #historia reiss #ymir fritz #hange zoë #annie leonhart #pieck finger #yelena aot #headcanons #anime #manga #aot imagines

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mogai-sunflowers · 11 months

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starsongmusette!

starsongmusette-

a gender in the gendermuse system connected to being a muse (in the musical sense) and to starsongs/songs of the stars! It is related to music and starsongs/songs of the stars, being a muse and starsongs, being a muse of starsongs/a muse who sings songs of the stars, being a muse with starsong qualities, etc.!

[Image ID: A flag with 13 horizontal stripes on a pastel magenta background. The stripes generally alternate between thick and thin, and the top and bottom stripe are curved uniquely, while the rest of the stripes are wavy or puffy except for the thin straight central stripe. From top to bottom, the stripes are royal indigo, indigo, pastel indigo, pastel purple, pastel magenta, golden, white, bright mint green, turquoise, pastel blue, pastel indigo, purple, and bright magenta. There is half a hot pink violin shape on both the left and right edge of the flag, spanning the entire vertical space of that edge. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by no one! tagging @radiomogai @lovesse @scytheral @decayedgender @revenant-coining @noxwithoutstars @a-quilted-milky-way @epikulupu @gender-mailman @bpdette

#🌌a star is born ; coining🌌#xenogender #xenogender coining #new gender #gendermuse

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valorums · 5 months

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MUSE AESTHETICS

LIST 3-5 THINGS FOR EACH CATEGORY THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

the LONGING of a chronic daydreamer who yearns to experience a fairytale romance for herself.

CHILDLIKE AWE for the galaxy’s countless wonders.

SORROW for the innocent souls who suffer needlessly, whose pain and heartache is experienced as her own.

marrow-deep EXHAUSTION that never seems to end.

the naïve HOPE that tomorrow will be better.

GREETINGS / SAYINGS:

❝ Well, kriff. ❞

❝ Please, call me Shi’al. ❞

❝ It is a pleasure. ❞

COLORS:

PASTEL PINK

SILVER

CERULEAN BLUE

CRIMSON RED

OBSIDIAN BLACK

SCENTS:

ROSES delivered backstage to her dressing room after a triumphant performance

EVENING PRIMROSE from the Jedi Temple gardens

OLD BOOKS AND MANUSCRIPTS that are housed in Chancellor Palpatine’s extensive collection.

ATTIRE:

ballerina TUTUS.

extravagant BALLGOWNS that sparkle in the light.

DRESSES patterned with intricate floral motifs.

RIBBONS woven intricately throughout sunshine curls.

SILKEN PAJAMAS.

OBJECTS:

the THROWING KNIVES given to her as a tenth birthday present by then-Senator Palpatine.

the GOLDEN PENDANT in the shape of the republic’s insignia, worn around her neck every day.

a white steel and silver CROWN crafted to resemble a shining star in the night sky, borne from the diligent paws of a close family friend.

BALLET POINTE SHOES, donned with pride during her time as Prima Ballerina of the Coruscant Opera House.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

the moral and social HYPOCRISY cultivated by a slow transformation into the very thing that she once swore to destroy, reliant entirely upon COGNITIVE DISSONANCE in order to remain in place.

RECKLESSLY wielding her IMMENSE WIT and SHARP TONGUE in the heat of the moment, thus forgetting that her foe is capable of ensuring her destruction.

NAÏVETÉ amidst a well-intentioned desire to believe the best of others, even during times of war.

LONGING for a fairytale romance which is transformed into INSECURITY amidst the passage of time — and, if kept unchecked and unrestrained, burning JEALOUSY.

BODY LANGUAGE:

HEAD TILTING to express curiosity.

lips curling upward into a MISCHEVIOUS SMIRK.

SHOULDERS SQUARING in defiance.

FINGERS STEEPLED upon a desk.

AESTHETICS:

the tempest on the horizon.

the scales of justice, albeit unbalanced.

pure light embodied in a single human soul.

the conversation of a well-rehearsed orchestra.

a pawn maneuvered in the hands of a chessmaster.

SONGS:

THE SLEEPING BEAUTY, ACT 1 VALSE — Tchaikovsky

APPLAUSE — Lady Gaga

MATERIAL GIRL — Madonna

NO BODY, NO CRIME — Taylor Swift

POOR MARIONETTE — Sarah Cothran

`➠⠀:⠀⠀ TAGGED BY :⠀⠀ @alootus

TAGGING :⠀ @jedicide (Anakin), @jedibarsenthor (Drak), @mayxthexforce (Rajeev), @mvndrvke (Satine), @magikborn (Violet), @stars-written (Nil-Rae), @mandogold (Ayina), @shadowedlights, @oflightsbeam (Hera), @vendettavalor (Piper), @tcsaveyou (Luke), @vivalavillain (Xanatos), & YOU.

#⠇ dashboard game ⠇ ━━━ the latest gossip in coruscant #⠇ headcanons ⠇ ━━━ the songbird trapped in a golden cage

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violettduchess · 2 years

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Happy Equinox Violet! May I shamelessly request Gilbert + 14 + autumn angst please?

A/N: Here you go! A masquerade ball. A moonlit garden. You got the works!

Gilbert x f!reader

Spicy Angst

Word Count: 2538

Now or never.

A breath escapes your body as you smooth your hands down the embellished bodice of your ballgown. The beads of iridescent white feel like smooth pebbles under your trembling fingertips. You reach up, nerves electric, adjusting the half-mask of freshwater pearls and soft, snow-colored feathers. The band tied behind your head is the softest of silk, the same moon-white as your gown.

Before you, the heavy double doors stand like stalwart guardians of a paradise just within your grasp, if you are willing to take that step and enter. You see the soft, warm glow from underneath, tempting, cloying.

Swan princess, indeed, you think as you steel yourself. A swan is graceful, elegant, poised. You feel anything but as you reach forward, your gloved fingers curving over the golden handle of the ballroom door.

Now or never, you tell yourself again over the thunder of your heartbeat.

You pull down the handle.

Now or never.

And step inside.

Now.

Breathless. Weightless. Free.

You spin around the polished wooden floor, lighter than air, brighter than starshine. All your fears vanished the moment you entered and saw the wonder that the ballroom held within its ornate walls. Sparkling champagne in long, crystal flutes. A dazzling chandelier, larger than any you have ever seen, ever read about, throwing beads of rainbow-colored light across the expanse of the room. And the people! Men in silk waistcoats, rich velvet brocade, golden buttons, shiny shoes. Women in gowns of all colors and shapes. A sea of jeweled purples and pinks and blues. Pastels that shimmer like the inside of oyster shells. And everywhere, masks. Some as simple as a strip of silk, some towering headpieces, dripping with gems and feathers and other extravagant accessories. The crowning glory: an entire wall of gilded mirrors reflecting back the grandiose glamor of it all.

As you twirl from partner to partner, song to song, you truly feel like the swan your costume represents. Beautiful, nimble, charming. You can feel the caress of eyes on you, the weight of them through their masks as you dance by. Never before have you felt so desirable.

The music comes to an end and you bow deeply to your current partner, a tall gentleman with a waistcoat of the deepest forest green and an ornate mask with brown velveteen antlers jutting out from the top. His golden eyes shine with appreciation as he glances back to where the orchestra is readying to play the next song.

Maybe he is going to ask you for a second dance. You would say yes without hesitation. But before he gets the chance, you feel a hand on your shoulder. A chill runs through you just at that touch, like a cold wind bursting through a day of autumn sunshine.

You turn slowly. All the light in the room becomes a luminous blur with the motion. You stop when you reach a wall of darkness. The man in front of you wears black, from the shine of his boots to the soft, silken band of his mask, an unusual mask that covers one eye completely, leaving the other one, a startling, deep crimson, free. He is not a large man, but you are immediately struck breathless by the sight of him.

He holds out his hand, head cocked to one side. It doesn’t feel like a request. It isn’t quite a command. And yet you find yourself unable to reply with the quick smile, the flirtatious downward tilt of chin you have been employing all night. You simply step toward him, the tide being pulled by the moon’s insistence. Black leather meets white satin as he takes your hand in his, holding it firmly. The other slides over the stiff corseting of your waist, only stopping when he reaches the small of your back. You have danced with many men tonight. None have held you quite this close.

You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder, noting that the material of his clothing isn’t pure black. Threads of subtle silver, like tendrils of moonlight, shoot through the fabric, giving him an almost ethereal sheen. Even through his clothing, through the supple leather of his glove, you feel a whisper of cold. In the beat before the music begins, you wonder if his smooth, white skin would feel like the cool marble it resembles.

And then the first notes float over the ballroom floor and in perfect synchronization, you begin to dance. He moves the way dusk paints the sky in soft hues of midnight blue and deep violet. Effortlessly. Smoothly. Beautifully. In a sea of bright gowns and sparkling glasses, of painted smiles and colorful masks, he draws you in. A black hole of inescapable force and power. You cannot resist, but that doesn’t matter because now, as you spin like twin moons across a galaxy of glittering stars, you could not imagine ever wanting to.

He does not need two eyes to hold your gaze. One rubine eye is more than enough. It is your focal point as you dance, as the lights blur and music fades, as you lose yourself in the feel of his hand gripping yours, the press of his fingers against your back. You could spin wildly, become a cyclone in the middle of the ballroom, but that gaze would hold you steady even then. All that power controlled by a single, vivid, red point.

It takes you a moment to realize that around you, the dancers are bowing and nodding and breaking apart, like waves dissolving into white foam as they hit the sandy shore. Neither you nor the man in black have let go. Neither wants to.

"I….need some air…" Your voice sounds oddly tight, a music box wound almost too far. He releases you from his grasp and your stomach lurches, as if trying to propel the rest of your body forward and back into his arms.

"May I escort you outside, to the gardens?" You are not prepared for the sound of his voice. Soft, decadent velvet with the slightest whisper of a foreign accent. Alluring the way moonlight is when it adorns water with a sheen of silver. The words melt into you like the cool kiss of snowflakes on warm skin. You feel the way something inside you coils, tightening, even as a shiver cascades down your spine.

He offers you his arm and you take it. Painted eyelids blink behind their masks, watching as the woman in white and the man in black disappear through the terrace doors to be swallowed whole by the night.

The royal gardens of Rhodolite are stunningly beautiful in daylight. By day, they preen and show off their beauty and their lavish displays of fragrant blossoms and tall, bright green hedges. But at night, they are wrapped in shadow, a sensual mix of soft black and argent moonlight. They whisper of privacy, spinning promises to anyone who dares enter under the cloak of night that all that is said and done here will stay only here. Hushed secrets will remain sheltered in the depths of the hedges, the soft, protected centers of the roses.

You walk the myriad stone pathways of the gardens, arm in arm. The music from the masquerade still dances through the air. You aren’t sure where you are even going until you arrive: a smaller, narrower path, earthen and unpaved, that disappears behind a trellis of wild, overgrown ivy. So this is where your steps have been leading, your heart the wild drummer, its beat urging you forward this whole time.

He allows you to guide him, his hand now in yours, as you step off the stone path and onto the dirt, ducking beneath the growth. Dark leaves reach out, caressing your gown, the bare skin of your shoulders. You soldier onwards, until you come to the small clearing in a near-forgotten, far corner of the garden.

Here the hedges have been allowed to reach towering heights, their branches interwoven with small white flowers that seem to glow like tiny dewdrops of pearlescent light. Below you, soft grass. Above you, a black sky stained with starlight. You can still hear the music faintly within this hidden, overgrown alcove.

You turn to him again, freed from the shackles of observation, from the prison of everyone's gaze. A moment of silence stretches between you, diaphanous, delicate. He speaks first, breaking it.

"Another dance?"

He watches you, the visible part of his beautiful face bathed in pale shadows. Slowly he holds out one hand, an echo of his earlier gesture. You reach for him, thinking he will take your hand and raise it to shoulder-height, the way you danced in the ballroom but you are wrong. His leather-clad fingers don’t stop at your hand but travel up the length of your glove, right to where it ends at the crook of your elbow. Black leather brushes against soft skin as he slowly pushes down the soft white material, taking extra care when he pulls at each fingertip. Your arm is now bare but it feels as if he might as well have stripped you of your gown. His eye roams the expanse of skin he exposed, his tongue licks his lips.

Your other glove is removed in much the same manner. Rolled down your arm with delicate hunger. He lays it next to the other, an oddly neat gesture. Turning to you, he holds out his arms in invitation, ready for that second dance, but you shake your head.

"My turn."

You hold your hand out. He tilts his head, curiosity flicking in his eye like a red flame, before he places his hand in yours, allows you to curl your fingers under the soft leather of his glove. Your thumb slowly, deliberately traces the thin straps that cross the top of his hand. You learn two things at that moment. First, his skin really is cool as marble and just as smooth. Second, he is not used to touch. An involuntary quiver exposes his secret and something inside you burns with satisfaction that you are the one to do this to him.

You peel black leather away from white skin, first the one hand, then the other. You slide your fingers over his wrists, his palms, up to where his own fingers curl inwards in response, holding you still, two statues clutching hands as the shadows watch in knowing silence.

You hear as the music shifts to something slower, giving the shimmering ballroom a chance to catch its breath.

The change in tempo breaks the moment, scattering it like strands of silvery cobweb. He is moved to action. Swift as a nighthawk leaping into the ink-black sky, he has you in his arms again. This time there is no distance. He pulls you against him, your body fitting to his perfectly, immaculate design in practice. Your bare hands slide over his clothing, over his shoulders, wrap around his neck. One hand dares venture upwards into the soft, lustrous dream of his hair.

Your bodies sway to the music, pressed as close as your costumes will allow, your blood rushing through your veins like a river of sparks. This mystery man in black, beloved of shadows, has captivated you wholly. He is Nyx, made of flesh and blood. Hauntingly beautiful, quietly powerful.

He drops his head, his forehead resting against the bare skin of your shoulder. The river of sparks inside you swells, spills over. Your heart is swept up in the flood as you stroke the nape of his neck, bodies still swaying like willows in the wind.

You feel when he stops moving, his warm breath coming harder against your skin. You both grow still, arms wrapped around each other as you find yourselves standing on the precipice of something, something that feels as wild as the verdant growth that surrounds you.

And then he turns his head, pressing his lips into the soft place where neck meets shoulder.

Your hand on his nape stiffens, gentle fingers suddenly gripping him like a lifeline as he parts his lips, your taste burning itself into his memory with every stroke of his tongue. A gasp, that breathy admission of desire, escapes you.

Together you tumble over the edge, into the dark beyond.

His mouth moves like quicksilver over your skin, leaving a trail of burning embers in its wake. You feel consumed by a heat so dangerous, so bright, you wonder if you'll ever be able to look at yourself again without feeling the blaze of his lips on your shoulders, your neck.

His teeth bite into your soft flesh and now you understand how the line between pleasure and pain can blur, one bleeding into the other. He soothes every sting with an almost tender kiss. How you manage to remain standing is a mystery for the ages.

You reach for his face, unable to stand it any longer. You need to taste him.

Once again, it is your turn.

Your fingertips touch the soft silk of his mask.

Your lips touch his lips.

You feel as if you're spinning again, like in the ballroom earlier. Only this time you aren't floating, you're sinking, spiraling down into a churning black sea of longing.

His bare hands come up, gripping your face the same way you are holding his, a mirrored gesture of undeniable craving. His fingers press against your mask as his mouth moves against yours. He angles his head and parts his lips, submitting, letting your tongue in to take whatever it wants. He is yours to ravage.

He tastes like the cold, sweet shine of starlight, like the first kiss of winter on a late autumn night. You plunder every corner of his mouth, holding him still as you take and take all he is offering. You cannot get enough. You cannot drink of him fast enough. You are on fire and his lips and tongue are the only chance you have at extinguishing the roiling heat inside you.

You stand in the moonlight, under the soft strains of music, holding each other's masked faces as wave after wave of hunger slams into you, leaving you both desperate for air and yet unable to part.

"Ich muss dich sehen," his voice, rough with need, rasps against your kiss-bruised lips. You don't understand the words but his intent is clear when his hands move to the back of your head, to the elegant white bow of your mask.

A decision has to be made, right now, in the haze of the headiest lust you have ever experienced. Do you expose your face to this masked stranger, this dark man of want and shadow, and give in fully, risking the consequences and all that could come with them?

Or do you rescue that rational part of your mind, the one slowly, continuously sinking to the bottom of the ocean, before it is too late?

You feel the bow loosening, his fingers pulling, your mask beginning to slide…

And as instantaneous and certain as a matchhead bursting into flame, a decision is made.

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alexithykia · 30 days

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avenlexi // sfw but suggestive ! ♡

for once, there isn’t rain trickling through the drain pipes nor racing down the glass pane windows. in fact, fluffy white clouds haven’t even presented themselves on a sunday morning, leaving nothing but the warm sun on an empty blue backdrop.

aventurine is almost amused by this. every year for as long as he can remember, there’s been nothing but rain on his birthday - starting quite frankly on the day he was born. he’d grown accustomed to watching the rain entangle with itself on the windows, the sight taking him back over unpleasant memories he wished to drown out completely.

it doesn’t take a genius to understand what could have brought upon this sudden change like an end to a curse when pink-blue eyes travel across to where she stands, humming softly to a song he doesn’t think he’s heard before - he wouldn’t be surprised if it’s native to her. he’s been trying to pick up french to surprise her but to no avail, he’s considering breaking the surprise just to ask for her help.

she’s been dancing around the kitchen since before he even woke up, leaving him confused when he rolled over to find the space in the bed empty beside him. that’s not like her, not at all - if she wakes first, she always stays cuddled into his side but even then, it’s rare for her to wake first. for a moment, aventurine ponders if another nightmare had disturbed her and that she was simply hiding it for the sake of it being his birthday. the thought makes him purse his lips, watching her as he considers it.

he had offered to help her with breakfast the moment he stepped foot into the kitchen but she had ushered him away, shooing him like a cat until he chuckled and surrendered, his hands in the air as he walked away to sit on the couch. it seems he had no choice but to watch from where he was perched.

but his fingers itch, nails dragging across his jeans fabric as he takes in the pretty sundress she’d chose to wear in light of the weather - and in that regard, whatever she was going to rope him into - and the way her hair tumbles down her back as golden sunlight casts into the small kitchen, warming her skin. she’s so damn ethereal, he thinks as he raises to his feet and lets his body wander to her.

“vasha,” she scolds lightly as he wraps his arms around her from behind, pulling her smaller body against his as his hands roam every curve and dip of hers, “i thought i told you to sit down, it’s your birthday.”

“mmm,” aventurine hums, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder as she rests her hands onto the counter, pausing her actions. ah, he thinks, she caught on quick, “you did, yeah… but you’re just so pretty f’me today.”

the brunette leans back on him as he brushes her hair over her shoulder, pressing more kisses closer to her neck and under her ear - even as close as the tattoo behind her ear - before he pulls away, grinning.

“it being your birthday doesn’t give you a free meanie ticket.” she pouts and he shakes his head, blond strands catching on long eyelashes. aventurine really should get his hair trimmed at least a little but he’s too hooked on the feeling he experiences when she tugs on his hair desperately.

“you’re right baby, it doesn’t but it does mean that i deserve a present, doesn’t it?” his grin is smug and coy; he knows damn well she actually got him gifts but he’s craving something… sweeter. and as he bunches that pretty pastel pink sundress up her hips and lets slender fingers roam until her knees buckle beneath her, his arm hooked around her waist to keep her up, he knows he’ll be craving his little bunny all day.

#squeals so shyly writin dis while layin in da sun on mi bed …#happi birf day daddy !! c:#vanilla swirls -`♡´-#field of flowers ♡ avenlexi

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rivetgoth · 11 months

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It’s about the 1 year anniversary of the strongest dose of acid I ever did. I remember it was some ungodly temperature (prolly in the 100s for the better part of the day) and so bright out. When it first hit it was genuinely really scary, like “what did I get myself into” as I tried to put on music and all I could see was centipedes and spiders and nothing was familiar and recognizable. But I have enough experience with bad trips and over-dosing my psychedelics I was able to calm myself and after finding different music and relaxing the initial comeup anxiety totally subsided. I never want to forget how it felt listening to music and being able to dive into each piece of it, deconstructing each layer of sound, picking it apart like tweezers and a Petri dish. I felt like I could go into anything. Each song was accompanied by these vivid visualizers, some more clear than others. I saw midnight barnyards full of pulsing organs covered in barbed wire and bicycle rides at sunset over the Golden Gate Bridge to Sneaker Pimps, grinning black cats and jack o’ lanterns in checkered orange and black patterned circus tents to Siouxsie, I saw the cycle of death and rebirth play out over and over to Oingo Boingo. These weren’t closed eye visuals OR open-eyed hallucinations, they were just. extremely vivid images. It kinda felt like dreaming. I don’t think I came anywhere near ego death but during all of this I didn’t even feel like I was alive or a sentient being or a participant, I was just witnessing. It was so cool and I wish I could replicate this experience but I think the moment you start trying to recreate an acid trip you’re kind of doomed from the get go. Later on in the trip when it was cooler outside I went out to the beach with Angel, the sun was just beginning to set and it was genuinely one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen. It sounds kinda lame to describe it this way but it looked like vaporwave lol. The sky was these warm pastel rosie pinks and purples and creamy golds over this deep purple-blue ocean with glittering white foam that sparked rainbow as the sunlight hit the tips of the waves. It was so beautiful.

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southern-tundra-iterators · 1 year

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As broken ecosystems thrive in the old long-since forgotten remnants of the Ancient civilization - further into deeper part of the world’s southern hemisphere lies an even harsher region, where everything (both organic and robotic) struggles for their survival in its almost never-ending winter that even an iterator’s presence couldn’t warm up.

Welcome one and all to the Southern Tundra region of Rain World, where the hardest tests of perseverance and survival await the local lives. Many mysteries and dangers lurk deep within the snowstorms of Tundra, while the iterators left behind attempt to solve The Great Problem in the midst of freezing chaos...

Asks are open*

* (It may take some time to answer, just a heads up)

Character info under the cut

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2 iterators on furthest left and 1 iterator on top furthest right belong to @grapejuicedragoon

Zero Calls To Oblivion (ZCTO - top left, dark blue colored with lighter blue highlights)

Jewels Of Lingering Time (JOLT - bottom left, mostly golden, black and red colored masked iterator with green details)

Thundering Of Rapid Winds (TORW - mostly white with cyan and black details, wears a fluffy cape with cyan details)

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The rest of iterators and Tasked Supercomputer are mine

Innocuous Clarity Endorsement (ICE) - very center, a tall blue colored iterator wearing a fuzzy light blue coat. He is the senior of the group

Flourishing Lenience On Winds (FLOW) - Top left center-ish. A blue colored Tasked Supercomputer, wears a pilot hat and has dark eyes with visible large light blue pupils

Volume In Doting Innocence (VIDI1, Volume) - Bottom center. A small mostly pink colored feminine iterator

Violence In Deceptive Invasion (VIDI2, Violence) - Top right center-ish. A mostly pink and red iterator that’s nearly identical to VIDI1, but has large clawed flexible antennae and red pupils

Longing Lifeline (LL, Elle, Lifeline) - Bottom left center-ish, yellow and brown colored, wears a red dress. Design inspired by bees

Whispering Glacier song (WGS) - Bottom right center-ish, mostly grey and silver, puppet is visibly damaged and wears pastel blue clothing

Promise of Prosperity (POP) - Far bottom right. Pastel blue with pastel yellow details and wears a pink sweater

#rain world #rain world ask blog #rw ask blog #rw art blog #rain world art blog #rw oc #rain world oc #rw iterator

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Audrey Rose Headcanons;

Summary; my disney descendants Princess Audrey Rose headcanons.

👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸👸

Audrey's full name Is Audrea "Audrey" Fae Rose.

I got the idea for her middle name from @askauradonprep on their middle name headcanon thing where they said her middle name is Fae to honor the fairies that raised her mother.

Her birthday is August 3rd.

The above would make her a Leo.

She was raised primarily by her grandmother alongside her older cousin, Ariana.

She's scared of alot of things-- not being perfect, messing up, rejection, disappointing everyone, being abandoned, etc.

She hates spiders, which is one of fhe few physical things she is scared of.

She's very insecure despite what most people think.

Ariana is two years older than Audrey and becomes Leah's golden child after Audrey and Ben's breakup. Mainly because she's dating a prince.

Both Audrey and Ariana can be pretty nasty towards one due to their jealousy and upbringing.

The two of them use to be close when they were younger but grew apart over the years.

Audrey has two pets-- a bunny named 'Zinnia' and a horse named 'Solomon.'

She's younger than Chad by a month.

Her first word was 'Grammy'.

She plays multiple instruments, including but not limited to the flute and the piano.

Ariana plays the violin too but she's much better at it than Audrey is.

Her favorite colors are pink, white, and pastel blue.

She has a whole collection of cutesy shoes and sunglasses. Not to mention make up.

The reason why her hair is blonde in d3 was because she had it dyed on her spa trip so she looked more like Mal did at the time to appease her grandmother and as an attempt to win Ben back.

She ended up regretting it because she missed her natural hair almost immediately after she did it but it was too late to go back by then.

She is made to do community service (mainly just cleaning up the mess that was made during the queen of mean thing) and to go to therapy after d3.

She ends up going to both family and singular therapy and even has a couple of therapy sessions with Chad.

And eventually, she ends up apologizing for not clarifying exactly what their relationship was to Chad before going on to apologize to Ben for not listening to him enough and to the others for her various transgressions against them.

And they end up apologizing to her as well for their own transgressions against her.

Like in royal wedding, she offers to plan Bal's wedding but Jane helps her a bit and for once, Audrey allows her to.

Her and Chad continue going to therapy, slowing sorting out their issues and learn how to form non toxic relationships with each other and others.

After d3, Audrey's parents get more involved with her life and begin to put their foot down more often with Leah when it comes to Audrey and Ariana.

This makes things go alot smoother down the line and helps both girls become functioning adults.

And it definitely shows, especially when it waters down their somewhat bratty and competitive attitudes as they grow.

Audrey's favorite song is Killer Queen by Mad Tsai, ironically.

Audrey is great at drawing, as seen in d3, but she's not too good at painting.

She's a great swimmer and she and the others use to hang out at the enchanted lake and the beach alot before life got too hectic.

She's been raised since birth to be the perfect queen and wife, which explains alot of her issues when you think about it.

In the friend group of the main aks (Doug, Jane, Ben, Lonnie, her, and Chad), she's always been closest to Chad. Even before their group started to drift apart.

Audrey's a good actor which can be seen when she pretended not to care that Ben had dumped her for Mal after 'did I mention ' in d1.

She's great at ice skating, skating, and gymnastics. Oh and public speaking.

She's a fast texter.

Audrey loves cute things-- especially animals.

She is a beauty queen who's good at cutting hair and doing make up, and planning out outfits. Unsurprisingly.

She has a large following on all of her social medias and loves traveling. Though she unfortunately doesn't get the opportunity to travel very often due to her responsibilities.

She has a thing for bad boys though that doesn't outweigh the affection she held for Ben.

Oh and she's not allergic to anything.

And the older she gets, the more she regrets how she acted towards the vks and others around her.

She feels extremely guilty for how she treated Chad during d3 and ends up avoiding him for awhile afterwards.

And unfortunately that's all the headcanons I have for her for now. Enjoy everyone.

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devoiante · 9 months

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writing away my ateez PCD💀

I met you on a September night in the middle of a sea of strangers, screaming my liquefied heart out into fleeting utopia written by stories in the form of faraway muses for a girl’s blooming fantasia.

I. Fire eyes and zealous blood crashed through the glass like a wave in a storm starved of savagery, sweeping me off my feet in the inception of a new age, the age of the opal at the centre of the world. In the spotlight, the opal glimmers white and unleashes its magic within, seven more colours shining as a brazen aurora - the eye of the storm. An eye I’ve stared into long enough to be buoyantly lost at sea watching longingly like a mermaid for the ships that will pass, soaking in the colours and sounds of their boisterous parties. Sometimes one too many ships come through, and I hope the stars tell their captain that the waters are calm enough to drop the anchor and sleep at night. He looks to the stars every sunset, yet he must always go on. He’s deafening hues and glittering dreams. He’s exquisite in his ferocious grind with beauty flowing from him in tunes and melodies that ripple through the vast ocean and glisten under the twilight. The stars never disappear after sunrise.

II. Too much stardust in the making of one person births new stars in the form of eyes which brim with uncontainable light spilling down smiling cheeks, strawberry-stained with soft, tender love. He’s the king of the stars, the light in the ship’s long nights spent sailing through quiet waters and turbulence. Every other star would fall from the sky to grant his wishes and renew to see him again, wrapped in pastel pink primroses that bloom in his glow. He holds the stars in his hands and tells them they are pretty, but doesn’t know we are more beautiful for the beauty that ebbs through his palms and his voice.

III. When he lets words and songs fall he’s the warmth in running a hand through the fur of a golden retriever after an afternoon in the sun. Evanesced honey encapsulates his golden being, a sweet promise of falling six feet and an inch deep into eternal sunshine. He reaches to the stars and takes them with him as the ship cruises into the ever changing horizon that echoes dreams of ballads he hasn’t even sung, but already fill the air. Say his name, and he is luminous.

IV. Existence meets artistry when body and soul is beautiful enough to rile the sea and capture the stars upon a graceful gaze, a smile ever so slight. The art he is blares across the seven seas in his quiet and he is divine, dazzling light and branded by Aphrodite’s kiss as her incarnation that walks the earth and sails the waves. A blue bird’s velvet feathers are smooth as an enchanted baritone for spellbound galaxies raining meteors for statuesque perfection come alive. The flower dances in the breeze, delicately lethal as poisoned perfume. I’m in love.

V. The most majestic mountain commands all eyes on its unrelenting spirit: dreamer, diamond, fever dream itself, a harbour for the ship. The mountain lives in a boy sculpted by celestial hands, gorgeous in a dancing illusion of menace before a winged heart cherry-coloured with romantic fervour. His voice bounces across the water and into the reflection of the stars, like a cue to let go of the breaths they had held, and breathe. He smiles like summer sun, dimples deep as the sea below that might overflow with the stars’ zeal. He’s all bewitching and more, more, more.

VI. He’s a flame, sunset-chrome fireworks ripping through the skies and stars turn to moths when his words cascade in rolling thunders. He’s in the lingering ring in my ears, the roar of thousands of voices, the arrow to hearts that skip a beat every time he proclaims his dynasty. Wake up world, his eyes say, and don’t stop staring. Yet he is cotton clouds and a sprinkle of rain to a hot day in August. A laughing conundrum, an untitled song.

VII. Can stars wish upon themselves? For ivory silk, black velvet, brimming heart and cherry lips. Foxy eyes that twinkle like a million fairy lights when he laughs out the answer to cloudy grey days. Torrents of love borne by one shining soul flood whole stadiums when he dances like lithe butterfly wings or morphs into a vivacious panther stealing stars with a biting gaze. He’s so achingly beautiful (he’s wonderland). All the stars would empty their light on the surface of the ocean just so he could see his reflection painted in loving reverence.

VIII. The apple of the eye of the storm boils the ocean with spellbinding song, raising magical mist all the way to shroud the stars in lavender, violet, indigo fantasies. He sings an eternity of new galaxies to life, one mortal holding up the cosmos with the finger every star is wrapped around, and new stars are born each day. The universe is still when his music fades, each star unblinking in awaiting for the next ship his smile may grace. Waiting, waiting, shining, still here. His timeless smile tells the world he is radiant even in the silence between songs - a lover loved to the edge of each universe.

You are here in the years I walk alone, sealing the cracks in the rocky road:

The curtain call of my teenage dream, the shore of my wild unknown.

You’re a September song I’ll dance into the dusk, ever and after the silence falls.

#ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #choi san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

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queensparklekitten · 2 years

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fuck it. masquerade ball.

*We’re in a huge ballroom, with those silk curtain things you usually think of, pillars with strings of pearls around them, and more strings of pearls on the walls. The floor is dark blueish purple and covered in glitter making it look like the night sky. The ceiling also looks like the night sky but with tons of what looks like silver leaves*

*There’s a few huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, some statues of people and fantasy creatures in masks, and some tables with silk tablecloths and more glitter sprinkled on them. Most of them have glass vases with feathers and beads in them as decoration. The largest one has food on it, mostly dessert stuff like a chocolate fountain and cake and those vanilla flavoured star shaped pastel rainbow candies that someone I follow imagined up and I keep thinking about, because I like sugar, although there is a cheese plate if you’re not a sugar person. And the obvious punch bowl. Oh yeah and some of the food will make you temporarily insane but anyways! There’s also little glowing specks of light floating in the air.*

*Right now there’s not much music yet, because it’s very early in the night and anyone can add any songs to the playlist (there’s magic making the music play at equal volumes from everywhere despite the lack of a visible source of the music) but you can’t remove songs*

*I’m hanging around in the center of the room. I’m wearing a floor length version of this outfit but with some changes befitting a princess at a masquerade ball*

*Namely, those pearl things are on both arms, the shoes are elaborate tall sandals instead of boots. Instead of a hair ribbon, I have a golden tiara with that same gem at the center alongside blue and purple gems near the sides, and little white wings. And, of course, a mask, because this is a masquerade ball. It’s glittery pink, with gold lace around the edges and pearls forming fancy patterns including lots of little hearts. I have glittery pink lipstick and my hair is full of glitter*

Let’s get this anonymity-fueled chaos flavoured bread.

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fairytimestudio · 10 months

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Glassheart DEVLOG 2

8/6/2023

PROMOTION, MARKETING AND SOCIAL MEDIA

Lets start with the non-game related stuff...

In an attempt to get the word out about the game, I spent most of this week setting up my socials as well as putting up more content for the game. If you're interested in seeing more artwork related to the development of Glassheart and other stuff I work on in my down time you can find me on Instagram and Twitter.

Though with all the stuff that's going on on Twitter or X or whatever it's called nowadays I'm a wee bit reluctant to post anything there.

I also made a Linktree. Here she is:

Her name's Rita and she's a Leo.

ART

In terms of art I haven't got as much done this week. I did a bit more work on Anya's room and began solidifying the aesthetic I was going for. Basically each region of the world will have it's own sort of colour scheme and for Hedona that scheme is blue, pink, green and yellow (and some lavenders).

I want Hedona to feel dreamy and fairytale-like so I'm using a lot of pastels in the art. I also love how Anya's deep purples and blacks contrast with her bedroom and the rest of the cottage. It makes sense for a characterization. Speaking of Anya.

I also gave Anya a bit of a makeover from her first look. Due to her shifting role in the story I gave her a darker outfit with purple and black being the main colours and dark green and gold being an accent.

before, Anya was supposed to be you archetypical princess character. Kind, good-hearted, a little on the meek side but still had a rebellious streak to her. Think a Princess Aurora or Cinderella. But due to a drastic change to the stories themes her personality had to follow suit.

Instead she plays the role of the witch or evil stepsister within the narrative(or at least that's how she's perceived).

I also wanted to add some drama to her face so I gave her a bit more eyeshadow as well as some glitter. I wrestled with the glitter because I felt it might look out of place in a story but came to the realization that I don't care and I want everybody that where's makeup in the story to be well acquainted with glitter.

I also worked on the logo for FairyTime studio. The official logo is the second one though I might change it. We'll see.

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And now onto the music!

MUSIC

So, I'm a solo dev. Let's remember that when we listen to some of the tracks I've come up with.

But seriously these are rough, basically just a few motifs and melodies to help guide me when I actually beginning making my songs but here they are.

I was inspired by again, golden age Disney music namely Once Upon a Dream and Snow White's Wishing Well song. That certainly isn't coming through now but I'm still in very early production with these pieces. I composed them with a music box instrument because it helps me focus on the melody and also I fucking love music boxes. My logo's actually based on a Polyphonic Music Box I fell in love with and just have to have one day.

Basically, I want the music to feel magical and nostalgic and I hope I'll be able to capture that when I actually start the composition.

WRITING

I've mainly been focusing on world building this week as well as determining the role that certain characters will play and the new Version of Glassheart.

Basically this story's gone through 3 phases and I'm currently trying to smoosh some other projects I was working on into this one but here's what I came up with.

Glassheart takes place in a country called Hedona at two opposing colleges seperated by a bridge:

The Garden of Crowns; The college Anya and the bulk of the cast attend and Wellwood's Cross; this is the opposing college that often times finds itself in competition with its neighbour. While the rivalry between these colleges can often seem light-hearted; there's real animosity between the two tribes especially fuelled by the adults.

This rivalry is further exasperated when Anya Torre, whose father is a well known alumni of the college, decides to offer her Blade to Bravis Swanthorn, a student of Wellwood's Cross and it's crowned champion in the sport of sword fighting.

She is branded as the Treacherous Blade and ousted from polite society with no one to defend her, not even her beloved half-sister, Beatrice Prine. She resigns herself to playing the role of a villainess and takes up refuge in Toad Cottage far off from the colleges and close to edge of the woods.

This is where the story begins to take off.

Now one thing that important to note about the world is the idea of Blades and their wielders. Essentially, a princess(which in this world refers to any young woman of a certain age) is able to draw a power out of her heart and manifest a blade that can be used in battle. Think Revolutionary Girl Utena.

There are two measures used to discern the strength of a blade: Sharpness - Which refers to how sharp and strong the blade is Lightness - Which refers to how light the blade is to hold.

The best blades are described as being "near-Glass" as no blade has ever managed to be fully classified as glass.

The elusive glass blade or Glassheart, is a blade so sharp and light that it has the power to tear through the fabric of reality and manifest the wielders thoughts and desires into existence. A power coveted by the Armed Guard; the protectors of Hedona; The Goddess Body; a group of outlaws that practice arts banned by the High Council of Alchemy and of course the Witches whose motives remain unknown.

I haven't yet began working on the metric to actually calculate all of this stuff but I think I'll have more to say about blades in a future DevLog.

The next DevLog will also feature some character descriptions just to get you acquainted with the main cast.

GAMEPLAY AND CODE

So for the coding aspect of the game I mainly focused on navigation. Basically the way the exploration works is that I've put some points in the shape of a box to indicate where the doors are. When the player hover's over that space fairy dust pours out of the wand to highlight that you're hovering over an interactable area. When you click this spot you're transported into a different room.

Different character's might be in different rooms so you'll be able to interact with them in the exploration phase in order to get relevant information.

Another thing I worked on was essentially just reducing the effects I was using in Gdevelop5. Basically when you use too many effects it can slow down the game down and while a visual novel isn't that resource intensive there was some lag in certain areas that I wanted to fix. I'm already using 3 effects to help sell the vintage look:

-Old Film to provide some noise -RGB Split for the slight chromatic aberration and -Blur(Kawase Fast) to make the art look less crisp

Too many effects as it is but totally worth it imo. But you can be the judge of that.

Outside of that I don't think there's much more I can say about the art or the game so I think I'll leave it there.

Thanks for reading all this and I hope you're having a wonderful day.

Ianthe

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mogai-sunflowers · 1 year

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daysongphrasic!

daysongphrasic-

a gender related to the phrase ‘daytime’s dainty song’ from the poem on dusken tides!

[Image ID: A flag with two sets of six equally-thick diagonal stripes extending outward from the top left and bottom right corners. From outermost to innermost, the colors of both sets are blue, white, golden, orange, red-orange, and medium red. The inner, medium red stripes then extend around the rest of the exposed border of the flag to surround a central, almost diamond-shaped pastel pink area with a black quill pen symbol in the center. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by @ithriel-coins :3

#reigns terms #xenogender #xenogender coining #new gender #gender coining #🌌a star is born ; coining🌌

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firstaidspray · 4 months

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Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 9

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here's nine!!

9- Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 637

Rating: T

CW: Brief, mildly suggestive dialogue

“Ow, ow! Too tight!”

“Weird, not usually a complaint I'd get from you.”

Reverie turns over her shoulder to glare at Chase, who is adjusting the corset laces on the back of her dress. He smirks up at her, and she can't help but be rid of the annoyed expression on her face and replace it with a happier one.

“Okay, be more careful then,” she corrects herself with a small laugh. “Why did I go with the dress that laces up in the back…

Chase eyes her up and down. “Because it's sexy. It fits you. It'll look good under the stage lights.”

It's true– the dress Reverie's chosen for tonight is sexy, it is fitting, and it'll sparkle under the lights during her performance. Though it is ankle length, the silver, rhinestone-covered piece has slits up the sides, is strapless, and has a generous sweetheart neckline. The corset backing makes for a tight waistline, accentuating her hourglass figure.

“I dunno,” Reverie says, “is it not a bit much for a cover of a grunge song for a charity event?”

Chase scoffs. “The event is black tie. Don't worry. You'll be the best dressed person there.”

“No, you will,” Reverie responds, turning on her heel once she can feel that Chase is done tying up the back of her dress. “Your tie matches the dress, after all.”

He blushes when Reverie takes said tie in her hands, running them over the soft fabric with slightly less sparkles than her gown. She uses it to pull him down into a quick kiss, then adjusts the tie, tucking it back into his navy blue suit jacket. In the same vein, there are rhinestones along the edges of the lapels of the jacket, as well as the ends of the sleeves.

It had taken Chase quite some convincing to get him into such a glittering piece of clothing, but Reverie eventually won him over. He'd be singing along with her, so of course he had to sparkle, too. What House, who was on guitar, wore, was none of their concern.

They had to be the two shining angels performing an acoustic rendition of Temple of the Dog's “Say Hello 2 Heaven.” And speaking of angels, Chase takes Reverie's prized set of wings– made of imitation swan's feathers and dyed in pale, almost white pastels attached to a pink harness– and helps her squirm her arms into them. He also gently tucks the headband of her golden, rhinestone-studded halo into her hair, making sure it stays styled correctly.

Once this is done, the two stare in the mirror, side by side. They truly do look like a pair of angels, straight from heaven and sparkling in God’s light. Reverie smiles and stands on her toes to give Chase a peck on the cheek, then grabs his hand.

“This is going to be a good night,” Chase reassures her. “Even if House is a part of it.”

She shakes her head and laughs. “Yeah. It will.”

Speak of the devil, House pokes his head into the backstage area. “We're on in five,” he informs them. “Nice glitter, Chase. I'm glad she didn't try to talk me into that.”

Both Chase and Reverie roll their eyes, then follow House. They take their places on stage, and Reverie shifts anxiously on her mark.

“Don't worry,” Chase says over House tuning his guitar. “It's going to be a good night.”

Reverie nods, and with a final strum of House's in-tune guitar, the emcee begins announcing their act. The curtain rises, and the sparkles of hers and Chase's clothes are nearly blinding. House begins to play the guitar part, and in harmony, Chase and Reverie begin the vocals.

“Please, mother mercy

Take me from this place

And the long-winded curses

I hear in my head…”

#birthday countdown revchase snippets #revchase #reverie #robert chase #my writing

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