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Lohentutuweek day 1: Summer

wasn’t too sure what to go with on this one ;o; so lets just say Logengrin picked his lady a pretty summer flower 

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he lives?

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She’s complex in the most gorgeous way, meant only for the most beautiful of minds to solve.

melaaas (via eyesofwater)

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Princess Tutu Challenge |  Day 3: Mytho or Fakir

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Little Fairytales AU - The main cast are all little kids, and have the most happy-cheesy adventures ever! Mytho is still a prince, Fakir is a squire, and Rue is his little sister. Somehow, Rue finds an egg that is supposedly the legendary Princess Tutu, who of course is actually Ahiru as a duck. Eventually Ahiru becomes human, and did I mention they go on fun adventures? Just some silly sketches that I had fun with. :3

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by ∞

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        i      would         DESTROY         h  e  a  v  e  n        and          go              through      H   E   L   L   a      t h o u s a n d  t i m e s  o v e r        if –  A N Y O N E –  ever took you from M E

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Princess Tutu + Heart Shards Requested by seki-fukushuu

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Princess Kraehe(Princess Tutu) | mussum

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Fakir x Ahiru/Duck

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send “a time they kissed” for a drabble about one time our muses kissed.

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Send “Future” for a drabble in which our muses have a family

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                                                     |Behind the Mask|

Muse A and Muse B despise each other. The mere sight of them at work/school/local establishment turns their stomach into knots of rage. More than eye contacts sends them into wild, barbarous jeers on everything from their clothes to the way their teeth are shaped.

One day, their work/school/local establishment, decides to hold a masquerade ball for charity and the like. Muse A and B, deciding it would be fun, attend. Separately, of course.

With their masks on Muse A and B become completely different people, their true selves, and the chemistry is incredible. They dance and talk and even kiss at nights end, all like a fairy tale. But as the clock strikes midnight, as it were, they both have to go home with promises to meet each other again.

But both are afraid that the fantasy of the night won’t live up to reality, and their dream person won’t be or think they are such a dream anymore in the day light. Conflicted but still interested, Muse A and B agonize over seeing the other again, all the while unaware that their ‘true love’ is the person the seem to hate.

Option 2: Muse B has always been secretly attracted to Muse A, but their hostility has always made them not act on their feelings. The ball and the masks gives them the courage to act, but they are heartbroken to find out that Muse A has no idea it was them that night.

Option 3: Muse A is aware it was Muse B, but it too afraid to say anything. 

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❛ who did you get all these roses for ? ❜

He sighed, having picked up the flowers along the way without much thought. Fucking holiday. Raetsel was also visiting.. He kept being harassed by old man Karon to bring something nice for his would be big sister.               But he knew Raetsel liked lilies. Not roses.. So why the hell did he also buy roses??        He looked at Rue. She wore a light tan winter coat with a fur trim, her long hair swept up in a high ponytail. Her coppery-red eyes were inspecting the flowers, looking curiously at him. Using a hand to ruffle his hair, he felt a tinge of of heat rise to his cheeks.   ❝ —Just take it. I don’t even know why I got them.. ❞         He handed her the roses, turning on his heel in an almost stubborn fashion. ❝ Karon wanted me to get flowers.. You can keep the roses. ❞ When he heard her small laugh, he knew his ears were burning. If Raetsel saw this, he’d surely die of embarrassment.

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❛ i’m not sure if they’re a secret admirer or a stalker … but at least they have good taste in gifts. ❜

He watched her unwrap the gift, observing how it was wrapped in red.Ivory fingers dig passed the paper wrappings to uncover a…                     …..Red.. Negligee? He eyed it as she raised it up for   inspection. It looked soft to the touch, possibly satin or silk.  He swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly dry when she held it  against herself with a look of curious wonder.                              Her statement softly spoken, almost amused.           He forced himself to appear indifferent-unaffected at the           images that dare paint themselves in his mind..                         Red would look nice–compliment her cream colored skin–  ❝ —Fakir? ❞ She blinked, and he forced himself to meet her gaze.  ❝ —What do you think? ❞You really don’t want to know.       Gods help him if she ever found out. He shrugged, turning his back        away from her to divert his attention to something else. Anything else.     The back of his neck warmed with her intense stare. Shit.  ❝ It’s your valentine gift. Maybe from Autor. Or one of your                       other admirers out of the many. Do whatever you want. ❞                Ah.. Stupid. So stupid.