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little-pup-pip · 11 months ago
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Hello do you think you could do a ghost moodboard? For a boy with a paci but no deco
Definitely!!
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delucadarlingwriting · 1 year ago
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Wayhaven Regency AU - Part 3
I'm still having too much fun playing with this. Vampires to come in the next part.
Word count: 1,508
Summary: Kira confronts her mother.
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It takes Kira a long moment of breathing through her nose and counting backwards from ten in French (twice) before she has control of herself enough to speak to Janet. The girl seems concerned and confused by Kira’s reaction.
“...Kira?” she asks, voice warbling. “Are you quite alright?”
“Will you excuse me?” Kira asks, unable to help how sharply the words come out. Janet blinks and gives a short nod. 
“Of course. I shall…mingle,” Janet says, looking around with such anxiety that Kira doubts she will speak to a single soul. Kira takes in another deep breath and lets it out slow.
“I’ll be right back,” Kira promises. If this conversation will be anything like most she has had with her mother, it will be brief. Janet nods and Kira turns to make her way through the crowd. 
No one pays her much mind as she elbows her way through the sea of people all standing roughly a head taller than she does. Perhaps Barbara had been right about buying her heeled shoes. It would certainly make trodding on people’s feet to make them move out of her way that much easier.
As it is, Kira doesn’t end up going very far before a hand on her elbow drags her into a small open space near the entrance to the ballroom. She turns and looks into a pair of fierce eyes framed by the same strawberry blonde hair pinned to her own scalp.
“Mother,” Kira says. The Baroness Rebecca Kingston stands before her, tall, proud, and furious. 
“What,” she asks, stiff and cold as ever, “are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same,” Kira says, looking her over. Her mother always dresses impeccably, but she’s really gone all out this time. The dress has been tailored impeccably, well structured with high quality deep blue silk brocade with a wide slit in the front to expose the stark white underskirt beneath. The skirt is a touch more full than fashionable and the hem short enough that Kira can just barely spy the boots her mother wears. A gorgeous outfit, but one that gives the impression of someone ready to run at a moment’s notice. 
Given how Rebecca has avoided society and her own daughter for so long, that is hardly a surprise. 
“You should not be here,” Rebecca hisses, pulling Kira by the elbow to try and pull her further away from the revelry. Anger flashes in Kira’s chest, a burning hot coal clenched tightly, begging to be let go to ease the pain of it. She jerks away, conscious of the many eyes suddenly on the Kingston women, but unable to care. 
“I should be here,” Kira snaps. Somewhere off in her periphery, she sees a honey blonde head turn sharply toward her. As she speaks, it grows steadily nearer. “I should have been here two years ago! I am two and twenty, mother, my debut has been put off long enough.”
Rebecca’s mouth is a hard, fraught line. “You should have told me.”
“I did,” Kira replies, doing her best to not gesture wildly the way she wishes to. Her eyes burn, and that’s just humiliating. “I sent a letter. I must assume it was shoved wherever it is you put the rest of my letters without reading them. Perhaps the fireplace?”
Rebecca reels back as if slapped. “Kira, you can’t believe I would do such a—”
“Why not? When was the last time you bothered replying to any of them?” Kira demands. “How dare you come here and act so hurt that I have decided to live my life? How dare you come at all? You must revel in ruining any chance of me making connections, for how well you manage to do it!”
Chest heaving, coal dropped, it is only then that Kira registers that the music has stopped, as has the dancing and the conversation. Every single eye in the Duke’s ballroom is fixated firmly on Kira Kingston and Rebecca Kingston. With every raggedly drawn breath, Kira realizes her mother is not the only one good at ruining her life. She only just begins to turn away when Barbara is at her side, having not needed summoning at all.
“Come along, Kira,” Barbara says in a low, soothing tone. She glares at Rebecca, slipping an arm protectively across Kira’s shoulders. “I have heard the orangery is lovely at this time of year. Shall we go and take a look?”
Kira might respond with words, perhaps just noises. In either case, she allows herself to be whisked away from prying eyes and ears, and most importantly, away from her mother. 
It may only be her second event since her debut, but Kira had been certain that things were going so well. She has danced to music until she simply could not any longer. With a few exceptions, she’s had lovely conversations as well. It has, indeed, seemed like many of the ton were excited to know she would be joining the rest of society! Few were nosy enough to inquire as to why her debut has been pushed so far back—16 is considered a bit young, but acceptable. 18 to 20 is average. 22 is when people begin to talk. Kira very well remembers the whispered conversations about Barbara debuting at 24 years old two years ago—and Kira had thought it was all going so well.
The orangery is lit beautifully, light sparkling off the multifaceted glass windows surrounding the building. There is a smooth stone path to walk along, sheltered by the dark leafed branches of the orange trees hanging low with their heavy fruit. Other flora fill in the space as well, providing a subtle variety in visuals. Kira focuses on what she can see, forcing herself to mentally construct an outfit with this room as inspiration to better distract herself from what just happened. 
Before long Barbara tugs her down to sit on a low stone bench. Kira leans into Barbara’s side, inhaling the soft scent of her jasmine perfume. 
“I didn’t know she was coming,” Barbara says, voice lowered even though no one else is in the orangery. Kira scoffs.
“Of course you didn’t. When has she ever seen fit to apprise anyone of her plans?” Kira grits her teeth. “I can’t believe she came here to stop my debut.”
“Well, I don’t think she came with that intention, even if it is her intention now.” Barbara rubs a soothing hand over Kira’s back. “I didn’t hear everything, but she seemed shocked to see you.”
“Finally, something we may share in common,” Kira says scathingly. Barbara giggles lightly.
“Oh Kira. It will be alright.” Barbara hums lightly, tunelessly. “Lucas will not let her withdraw you.”
“I know he is an earl, Barbie,” Kira says, fidgeting with her gloves, “but she is my mother. That gives her rights to me over him.”
“Perhaps, but Lucas is the Earl of Peachtree now,” Barbara says. “The Earl of Peachtree took you in as a ward 18 years ago. Even if the man has changed, that is still the case, is it not? That will have some sway, should we need to plead your case.”
Kira hadn’t thought of it like that. The former Earl of Peachtree was…an unkind man. The countess continues to be an unkind woman. She still isn’t sure why they ever volunteered to take Kira in when Rebecca proved to be entirely hands off with her after the death of her father, though she does suspect it would have something to do with the way taking in a sad child might make them look far more generous when they have had a reputation of being stingy. Barbara’s parents would never go so far as to draw attention to themselves by publicly spatting over a mother’s right to choose when her child enters society though, hence Kira not having been able to do so while Barbara’s father was still alive. 
Lucas, on the other hand, would probably revel in it. 
“...You’re right,” Kira says with a growing smile. She may just get to have the season she was hoping for after all. Barbara pulls out a silk handkerchief and dabs at the corners of Kira’s eyes.
“As usual,” she jokes, eyes sparkling as she tucks the handkerchief away into a pocket. Then Barbara tucks Kira’s hair back into place, adjusts all her jewelry, and makes sure Kira’s neckline is laying correctly. Kira’s face goes warm, but she allows herself to be fussed over. “Now, shall we rejoin the ball? We’ll just pretend nothing has happened and I’ll have Lucas whisk you off to the dancefloor for a few turns. That should fix this.”
“Okay,” Kira agrees, taking Barbara’s hand and squeezing tightly as they stand. Through the open doorway they can see clear across the yard to Duke’s manor. People are milling around, laughing and eating and dancing, as if nothing has happened at all.
Brushing off her skirts, Kira’s shoulders relax. Nothing will ruin the season of her debut.
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kingscythe-art · 2 years ago
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Welcome to my blog!
This is where I'm going to put my art, feel free to swing by and perceive it :) it's always sfw, and trigger warnings will be added on request!
IMPORTANT: ALL MY ARTWORK IS GLAZED. IF YOU TRY TO FEED IT TO AN AI MODEL, THAT MODEL WILL BECOME CORRUPTED AND RENDERED UNUSABLE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
any form of bigotry will not be tolerated.
commissions: open! i am working on a commissions overview currently
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requests: open! you can ask for Gravity Falls and my OC content :)
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nyenyel · 3 months ago
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[Image description: a comic of Mabel from Gravity Falls. She looks sad at first, saying: "Whenever my crushes like me back it feels wrong."
Perking up, she says: "I guess I'm losing feelings! Time to choose a new crush!"
She looks through binoculars, and continues: "Which boy should I have a crush on? I want an epic summer romance!"
In the last panel, she's in front of the aromantic flag. She's staring blankly, saying: "What. What do you mean that's not how crushes work. What is comp-het?" End ID.]
I propose: Mabel is aromantic she just has comphet
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ruporas · 7 months ago
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dragon meat, you, and me
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banchagu · 6 months ago
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From a distant sea town
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riovidal · 1 month ago
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AGATHA HARKNESS and RIO VIDAL Agatha All Along, 1.04 | If I Can't Reach You / Let My Song Teach You
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ash-and-starlight · 9 months ago
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taking the crumbs of venetian agna qel’a chewing biting gnashing on them until there aren’t even bones left and then spitting out. carnevale northern water tribe style
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triona-tribblescore · 9 months ago
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I just wanna draw them being all soft n stuff okay? :'( <333
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hinamie · 1 month ago
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in spite of everything, I had fun <3
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egophiliac · 2 months ago
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doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus
watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫
(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)
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stil-lindigo · 8 months ago
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ARTISTS FOR PALESTINE 🇵🇸 - On the 6th and 9th of March, I'll be doing art requests on stream with other notable artists to raise money for Operation Olive Branch and the PCRF.
I'm incredibly lucky to be counting quite a few big names in the roster, including known Jesus and Odysseus enthusiast @wolfythewitch, the extraordinary fanartist @denimcatfish, and the incredibly talented @troubledminnesotan, as well as Lilypichu from OfflineTV.
You'll be able to watch the streams on the day of the event either on my twitch channel here, or via the links provided by the artists below.
Lilypichu
Cuptoast
Akairosu_
Sevvanto
Wolfythewitch
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tawnysoup · 4 months ago
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You both jump in place for a bit, grinning.
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seven-oh-four · 2 years ago
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chloesimaginationthings · 3 months ago
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"Oswald's mom has got it going on" - FNAF Pit bonnie
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lotus-pear · 4 months ago
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learning to love
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