#( &. cross || celena. )

[xthomaasx]

Prince eclipso moodboard

[luinfanel]

Utilicé Google Translate, espero que esto se entienda. Eries/Folken es fanon. No hay evidencia en la Serie ni en otro material que lo sugiera. Tampoco hay pruebas en su contra. :) Allen en realidad no coquetea directamente con Hitomi, al menos no hasta que Hitomi accidentalmente le dice que le gusta. Allen tiene un carácter muy caballeroso y puede parecer un coqueteo. Tampoco coquetea con Millerna. Eso es todo Millerna. Por supuesto, esto no tiene en cuenta las traducciones de idiomas. El rey Aston no tiene ningún interés en Escaflowne hasta que Meiden lo menciona; incluso entonces, es sólo de pasada. Es posible que en la pasada visita asturiana a Fanelia fuera para llegar a un acuerdo de compromiso matrimonial. Era muy probable que al menos se tratara de una reunión de negociación de un acuerdo de paz entre los aliados. (Aunque tiene poco sentido que las tres hermanas Aston asistan a eso.) (También es posible que *solo* Millerna haya ido a este viaje. Muy improbable. :P)

No estoy seguro de cuál es el cronograma de la depresión de Marlene. La visita fue hace diez años, Chid nació hace seis años. Pensé que la depresión de Marlene se debía al momento en que Marlene conoció a Allen. ¡Folken y Eries se cruzan durante la serie! Eries está presente cuando Folken explica la alteración del destino que convirtió a Celena en Dilandau. No hay interacción, Eries simplemente está ahí. Estoy seguro de que Folken y Eries se cruzaron en algún lugar de su pasado; Ambos son realeza. Es una buena opción para Eries y desarrolla tanto su personaje como el de Folken. ¿Enlazarías tus fanfictions? :) -- I used Google Translate, hopefully this comes across. Eries/Folken is fanon. There's no evidence in the Series or other material to suggest it. There's also no evidence against it. :) Allen actually doesn't directly flirt with Hitomi, at least not until after Hitomi accidentally tells him she likes him. Allen has a very chivalrous character, and it can come across as flirting. He doesn't flirt with Millerna, either. That's all Millerna. Of course, this doesn't take into account language translations. King Aston has no interest in Escaflowne until Meiden mentions it; even then, it is only in passing. It is possible that the past Asturian visit to Fanelia was to come to a betrothal agreement. It was very likely at least a peace agreement between allies negotiation meeting. (Though it makes little sense for the three Aston sisters to attend that.) (It is also possible that *only* Millerna went on this trip. Very doubtful. :P)

I'm not sure what the timeline is for Marlene's depression. The visit was ten years ago, Chid was born six years ago. I thought Marlene's depression was about the time Marlene met Allen? Folken and Eries do meet during the Series! Eries is present when Folken explains the Fate Alteration that turned Celena into Dilandau. There's no interaction, Eries is merely there. I'm sure Folken and Eries crossed paths somewhere in their past; both of them being royalty. It is a nice option for Eries, and fleshes out her character as well as Folken's. Would you link to your fanfictions? :)

Link my fanfics? But of course! 🥰

I wrote'em some years ago after reading some about that ship in fanfiction net. Here is the link for the two fanfics... "Eries" is the maine story "Folken" is the spicy part of it 🙈🙈🙈 so, read with precaution. I've been accused of writing porn instead of erotica in other fandoms 🤭🤭🤭 sorry not sorry.

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

I will fully admit that I almost never reread the chapters for Eclipsa, Rhina, or Celena when I look at the Magic Book of Spells, not because the content of their chapters don’t interest me, but just because I actually have a hard time reading their writing. Plus a lot of Eclipsa’s chapter is in the fake Low Mewnian language and while I know there are ways to translate it and just full translations somewhere online, I really don’t want to have to cross-reference other things to be able to enjoy reading big chunks of the book I’m already reading. 

[butlersforge]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Indygena Taupe Celena French Terry Knit Cardigan Sweater w Thumbholes Size S.

[chaotic-family]

Celena after she finds out Usurna tried to hurt ARRRGGGHHH: Excuse me I gotta go kill a bitch

Bonus

Avalon: Won’t dad stop you?

Celena: He’s welcome to try

[new-moon-over-septarsis]

I dunno. Have a buncha dank memes for the Disgrace AU that may or may not make sense out of context.

[new-moon-over-septarsis]

Sure, go ahead! Send me a character and an outfit!

Send in a character and number!! (insp.)

[katiajewelbox]

This Escaflowne fanfic is going to be one wild ride y’all... 

A preview of the fanfic I am planning out, with the original characters and some world building thrown in. Those 3 new Fanels are Van and Celena’s kids, with some names you might remember from the Katsu Aki manga and the production notes. As you can see, there is a cross over with Edgar Rice Burroughs The Land that Time Forgot and Robert E Howard’s Conan the Barbarian novels. Not to mention that’s there a whole section about Dilandau’s life in Zaibach that’s basically a “fix it fic” for Kaze to Ki no Uta. 

[vellichor-virgo]

last line tag xxxii

from @cream-and-tea <3 

here’s the last thing i added to my crossover w @akindofmagictoo

(for context: celena has dislocated her shoulder, and jasper is currently attempting to fix it)

The memory must show on my face, because Jasper’s expression seems to soften. “It will hurt,” he tells me—honestly, but not cruelly. “But I think we have something for the pain. Robin?”

Robin rises from his chair, crossing the room until he’s out of sight. I hear the sound of a cabinet opening. A moment later, he reappears with a corked glass bottle in his hand.

As he approaches my bedside, I cast a suspicious look at the liquid sloshing within the glass. “What is that?”

celena is still not entirely trusting of them. i guess that’s a fair reaction to getting flung through a portal 

i shall tag @akindofmagictoo @oh-no-another-idea @sleepyowlwrites @zmwrites @ashen-crest @rose-bookblood and @talesofsorrowandofruin + whoever else wants to share some writing :)

[butlersforge]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Indygena Taupe Celena French Terry Knit Cardigan Sweater w Thumbholes Size S.

[new-moon-over-septarsis]

Sure. Characters are in the tags, but feel free to suggest more!

OC Outfit Doodle Asks

Send one of the following symbols and one of my OC’s names and I’ll doodle:

👀 OC in their typical underwear 💤 OC in their sleep attire 🔞 OC in something sexy 🏄 OC in what they would wear to the beach/pool 👔 OC in what they would wear to a formal event (such as a wedding) ☠ OC in what they would wear to a funeral 👖 OC in what they would wear to a casual event (such as a birthday party) 👑 OC dressed as royalty 🚪 OC in what they wear when lounging around at home 💕 OC in what they would wear on a first date ❌ OC in something they would absolutely never wear 🎃 OC in a costume they’d wear for Halloween 🎄 OC in an ugly Christmas sweater 🚓 OC in a prison uniform 🚲 OC in athletic gear  🐰 OC in a kigurumi of their favourite animal ❄ OC in what they’d wear on a very cold day 🔥 OC in what they’d wear on a very hot day 👕 OC in a T-shirt with something stupid printed on it (think Zazzle) 🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire 📦 OC wearing something that isn’t clothes (such as a fig leaf, a barrel, etc.) 👻 OC in a really bad disguise 📷 OC in a stereotypical tourist getup 🙎 OC in something embarrassing 👗 OC in something from the 50’s 💀 OC in goth/emo/scene attire 💃 OC in some radical 90’s clothes 🌁 OC in a hoodie 🌋 OC in camping or adventuring gear ♠️ OC in their armor (or in some sort of fantasy armor if not applicable to their story) 🎨 OC in a cartoon character’s outfit  🏨 OC in a maid outfit 🏥 OC in a nurse uniform 🐑 OC in farmer wear 👍 OC in a crop top

[scvaqes]

[ text ]: What a massive egotistical penis.

&. drunk af text starters ft. @elitiist || accepting !!

[ text ;; princess. ] : i mean. can’t say i disagree to that[ text ;; princess. ] : and you shouldn’t either, to be honest[ text ;; princess. ] : didn’t i recall correctly that you even planned to put a crown on it? 

[thelcveclvb-archived]

*. smol starter for the always darling @elitiist !!!

        the boxes fell on the carpeted floor even as he dropped them at a decently low height. "look what i found." his tone was unable to mask the dark excitement brought by his discoveries. the rain continued to pour heavily outside, flashes of lightning and the boom of thunder weren't stopping anytime soon, either. cross plopped by a spot right next to the couch, staring at celena with a naughty smirk. "ready for some strip games, princess?"

[new-moon-over-septarsis]

"Awww, who's a cute little puppy? Come here!"

Though wild as the dog was, it gleefully let Star pick it up and boop her nose against its own butterscotch speckled snout. She ruffled its silky black fur and showed it off gleefully to Serenity.

"Ain't he just the sweetest Jack Russel you've ever seen?" she cooed.

"That's a jackal, Star. Not a Jack Russel," Serenity corrected as she floated up to Star's eye level, lifting her hood away from her third eye to further inspect the creature.

"Yeah, not sure how you can even confuse the two." The girls jumped at the sudden new voice. "But thank you for the compliment!"

Star dropped the dog in shock. "You heard him speak, too, right?" Serenity nodded.

The jackal bent forward towards the ground, then wiggled around eagerly and ran in the other direction. A welcome opportunity; it clearly wanted to play, and they seemed to need its company.

"You don't think that's..." Star trailed off, dumbfounded that they could've found who they were looking for this easily.

"It has to be. It's Howlite!"

Serenity flew back over to Star's shoulder and held on as she sprinted. The jackal was deliberately slowing its pace so she could keep up, though it remained just slightly faster than her. They went on and on through the expanse of rich black soil, past sapling after sapling after sapling. Until the saplings faded into full grown trees, and before they knew it they were in a thick forest. Star slowed her pace, distracted by the strange view that greeted her.

She surprisingly had caught on quickly to the fact that every tree was shaped exactly the same, right down to the amount of branches and the patterns on each leaf, but that wasn't what had her awestruck. Every tree did have the same shape and design, but they were all wildly different in composition. Some seemed to be made of gaseous materials like smoke and plasma. Some made of sea water, syrup, and even blood. And some were just regular trees.

The jackal stopped in the middle of a clearing where the trees stood far too high to see the top of, where light just barely trickled down in patches. Plants, insects, and crystals shone with a bioluminescent blue glow in the spots between the beams of light. The creature braced itself against the ground for a moment, then jumped several meters into the air and backflipped, glowing on the way down as its form changed. He hit the ground with bare feet, his now humanoid form resembling a teenager about Star's age, and with just as much energy. He examined her with an ear-to-ear grin exposing sharp canine teeth, dazzling white in contrast to his near-black umber skin speckled tan with vitiligo. His body bounced from side to side, and Star couldn't help but imitate it, whether in excitement or caution of his own presence.

"I don't get many visitors lately! Make yourself comfy!"

Small animal bones rattled together on threads around his neck and ankles. He wore a brown tunic over a white linen smock that ended halfway down his thighs; just the same length as his hair. The same length as Star's dress and hair. He even wore a spiked bracelet like her, except his was wooden with thorns sticking out instead of studded leather.

She cocked her head, and he did the same in curiosity. "You do that, too?" He rubbed the back of his ear. "I tend to mimic someone else's form if I find I'm kindred spirits with them."

"So, you're Howlite. The guy Celena was named after, right?"

"Who?"

"My great great grandma, Celena Howlite Butterfly? She is... or, she was... but now she's-"

"Me." Serenity spoke up before Star could ramble. "In my past life, I was named after the god of bloodlines."

"That's me, but calling me a god is really a stretch. Especially from someone who bears the likeness of Glossaryck." He pointed at her third eye, tracing its diamond shape in the air.

She swatted her hand back and forth casually as if to dismiss the words. "Eh, we're not here to discuss my other past life." She lifted her hood back over her head.

"You oversee life and death, right?" Star asked.

"Not exactly. I'm more of a master of life. Although the circumstances of one's life and ancestry do play important roles in their deaths, so you could say I 'master in life' and 'minor in death.'"

"Well, this is literally a matter of life and death. I need to find out who my ancestor is or some psycho sadist is probably gonna burn my kingdom to the ground."

"Ah, what kind of ancestor are you looking for? I oversee all familial bonds: physical, emotional, spiritual, you name it!"

He gestured to a different tree each time he listed something off. A tree of hollow bone where wind would blow into the holes to make music, a tree of crystal that gave off calming vibes Star could already feel from her spot, and a tree-shaped silhouette of ethereal golden light.

Star exhaled. "Here's the deal. I'm looking for info about my 5th great grandma: Festivia Cross. Her mom's name is Juno, and she used to think the biological father was Cordial. But now Mina thinks she's the other parent and is kinda acting crazy entitled to my family like we owe her or something. And the whole thing's ridiculous anyway because the guy Festivia called her father was Toffee."

Howlite put a finger to his chin. "They say family is made through bonds, not blood. If it doesn't matter who her blood father was, why come here?"

"To get Mina out of my hair for good! It's a long story, but I sorta made a bet and it's riding on whether Cordial or Mina is the other parent."

"And you said her name is Festivia Cross? Hm. Let me see."

He transformed back into a jackal and trotted over to the bone tree, then howled a a few musical notes into one of the holes. His ear perked up next to the hole with anticipation, and the song echoed back to him in a different frequency. He took a few steps back and cocked his head, then returned to his humanoid form. As the necklace re-materialized, a few carvings appeared in one of the bones. Howlite inspected them with the same confusion he'd had upon hearing the echo, then scratched his head.

"Well that's never happened before. At least, not in Mewman blood. Although, there was something similar awhile ago..."

"What? What is it?" Star scurried around to try and get a look at the bones, but Howlite kept turning back and forth muttering to himself.

Then he looked at Serenity. "Could you help me? This may be your area of expertise."

Serenity floated over to him, and he whispered into her ear.

She gasped. "So I was right?"

Howlite shrugged.

She turned to Star. "Alright, cheekums, I have to go back in time for this. You just sit tight here for a moment."

"Wait, what?"

Poof!

Star said nothing, but turned to Howlite and gestured dumbfounded to the spot of thin air where Serenity just was.

"I'll explain it soon. I mean, I'll need her help to, but I'll still do it."

She sighed. "Ok. So what now?"

Howlite thought for a second, then shook his leg, rattling the bone anklet eagerly. "Fetch?"

[new-moon-over-septarsis]

Celena teaching Toffee her cosmic secrets

[asktheheartsprincess]

It’s a Dangerous Game (Celena Nightmare Event, Part 3): Solo Para

Continued from here: 

Find part one here: 

Time was a blur after Ardenzana’s execution.  Cora found herself imprisoned in a corner of the palace, but this time it was a room dedicated to “The Atrocities of the House of Hearts.”  Sometimes people passed through on a tour, and Cora realized from their discussion she was also considered an atrocity.  An abomination.  Some people poked at her cage, trying to see if they could get her to slip.  Much to Cora’s dismay, it happened more often than she’d like.  Yet she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

What was there to care about, after all?  Her mother was dead.  Her queendom was gone.  Her friends had abandoned her.  And her father had married the woman who’d executed her mother. 

Cora had nothing anymore. 

“Thought you would have run out of tears by now, princess.”

Cora blinked, red-rimmed eyes making contact with the person who previously was her greatest nightmare.   Unlike everyone else in Wonderland these days, he wasn’t wearing blue or white, but then again, he never had.  He wore black, though the leather was less worn than she remembered it.  His cloak swept the floor, but if she knew him as well as she thought she did, she knew he could still have concealed weaponry on his person.

“Thought you would have stopped pretending to care,” she shot back. 

“Am I pretending?” he asked, stepping closer to the bars of her cage.  A smirk played at the corner of his lips, and Cora wished Alice hadn’t taken her daggers, because she would loved to rip the smirk off his face personally.

“You always were,” she said, daring him to contradict her, “So why stop now, Raphael?”

The name fell from her lips like water, but it burned her as though it were acid.  Cora hadn’t spoken his name in years, vowing to leave him behind like the terror he was, but what was a little more terror now?

Raphael shrugged, “Are we laying all our cards on the table then, princess?”  He smiled, stepping even closer, and Cora hated, just hated, how he looked so confident.  And guiltless.  Then again, while he understood how to manipulate others’ guilt, he’d never seemed to really apply the concept to himself.

Determined to restore some semblance of dignity to herself, Cora wiped away her tears.  Sitting on her knees- which she’d learned was the best way to maintain her balance in case someone pushed her cage –she narrowed her eyes at him.  He had no reason to be here, and taunting her was too juvenile for a game of his.  So what was he here for, exactly?

“You still doubt me?” Raphael asked, seeming almost surprised.  He shook his head, and said, “Fine.  You want the truth?  Father’s price to get back into the Church, to repent for having me, was bringing in thousands of souls who’d previously never known God.  The Isle wasn’t a place for that, but Wonderland would certainly work.  And what wickeder way to start than with its princess?”

“I know that, Raph,” Cora said, “I get it.  I figured it out, though I’d really like to stop losing this goddamn game over and over.”  Despite herself, she was perversely pleased to see him flinch at her swear.

“Besides, what does it matter now?  Wonderland’s got a new royal family, in case you missed it.  I’m an abomination,” Cora wrapped her fingers around the bars, gesturing to the various posters in the room, “I was back then.  Your father said I was cursed by God, which is why I have slips,” after all, that’s why they’d broken up.  Cocking her head at him, Cora added, “I still have them now.  I may not be royal anymore, but I’m still cursed.”

Raphael was so close to her cage now she could feel his breath on her lips.  He ran one hand through her hair, and he murmured:

“God heals all.” 

Fast as lightning, her hand grabbed his, wrenching it away from her hair, “I don’t want your God, Raph.  And I don’t want you.” 

 A long moment passed between them, Raphael’s hazel eyes meeting her own with a self-satisfaction she wanted to crush. 

“Then why,” Raph asked, voice low, as his lips brushed hers, “are you still holding my hand?”

Cora felt as though her brain had short-circuited at his touch.  Her heart, which had seemed frozen for days, actually started to beat again, and she gasped- but once his words sunk in, she threw his palm away from her as though it were ablaze.  

Raphael rubbed one of his hands in the other, a smirk playing at his features, “You’re right, princess.  You’re not ‘royal’ anymore, but I’m not holy either.  The Church won’t let me take Holy Orders because they say I was living in sin.  My father disowned me for it, saying he’d hoped his son wouldn’t inherit such proclivities, but here I am.  And here you are, locked up.  Just…if I’m going to keep sinning, wouldn’t you rather sin with me, princess?  Out of that cage?”

Her heart pounding, Cora tried to regain her senses.  There was a reason they had broken up, and it hadn’t just been because of Frollo’s disapproval of her…condition.  It was also because Raph treated everything- and everyone –as a game.  Including her.  As much as she wanted to believe him, there was no reason for him to change.

No matter how much she’d always wished he would.  That somewhere, buried underneath the charm and the smirks and the lies, was the love she’d given him, returned in equal measure.

Like the devil had tempted Eve with the apple, her own devil tempted her with the key to her cage, holding it before her, “Come on, princess.  Let’s get out of here, leave it all behind.  Go to a place where no one knows our names and maybe, just maybe, they can heal your slips.”

For a brief instant, she allowed herself to dream about it.  They could run far away, somewhere past the Boiling Seas, past the Agrabanian deserts, outside Auradon’s borders.  They could be together, safe, and free, and in love.

Cora shuddered, ashamed at how much she still wanted it. 

“You should go before the guards catch you.  My soul’s beyond saving, Raph.  We both know that,” she said finally, turning away from him.  ��There was a long silence, and if she didn’t know wickeder, she would have thought she heard Raph sigh in disappointment.

“Though yours, my son, is apparently not.” Judge Frollo walked into the room then, resting a hand on Raphael’s shoulder with a fond squeeze.  To Cora’s horror, Raph smiled:

“Thank you, Father.”

“And as you, Corazana, have admitted to heresy, have no desire for forgiveness, or to seek God at all…” Frollo- now attired in the robes of an Archdeacon –pronounced, “You will burn.   Queen Alice wants this room destroyed anyway.  You will perish in it.”  Not even bothering to give her the Sign of the Cross, he swept away. And Cora was left wondering how much of what had Raph said was a game.  Again.

As for Raphael, he lit a match: “Enjoy hell, princess.”

Refusing to cry for him again, Cora spat, “I will when I meet you there.”

Then Raph threw the match to the ground, and Cora watched him leave her for the last time.