#Ivory Gambit

[littlebigfandomtrash]

SR - Ivory Gambit - Tea Time Attire

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Summon: It is my job to show everyone the pride that is following the White Queens tea party um behaviours!

Groovification: Well, it's a party with both tea and friends. I'd be a horrible guest not to enjoy it!

Set to Home Screen: It's been a while since I've had a tea party with everyone in our home circle!

Home Transition 1: I suggest trying the finger sandwiches. It's always the best part of tea parties

Home Transition 2: I should remember to thank Rachelle for this hat. She's done a great job in making it resemble a queen's chess piece!

Home Transition 3: Can't wait to play a game with Riddle when we get time alone. I've been itching to challenge him at something.

Home after login: Let me pour you a cup it must be exhausting talking with so many people.

Home Tap 1: I've practised walking in this dress just so I don't trip on the fabric. Good heavens know how Rachelle would react if I ripped it again.

Home Tap 2: I've really only decided to go when I heard Riddle and Che'nya are coming. Can you believe it? It's an unlikely pair for me.

Home Tap 3: I'm not really familiar with much anyone here, but that will change for sure.

Home Tap 4: I do admit I think I'm going to get lost at some point. Let's stick close, kay?

Home Tap 5: Have you seen Morana? I think I lost sight of her, maybe she's with Che'nya!

Duo: Morana Gleamspore

Morana: Don't wander off now. You know you'll get lost.

Ivory: Hey! Wait up for me!

Moment i saw a wonderland theme event of course I have to do it with my Eboknight girlie's. @sunnysidesevenup event looks so fun. I can't wait to do Rachelle and Morana soon!

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I just know Ivory would get lost at some point and get stuck with Riddle begrudgingly. And they'd argue and bicker the whole time as they always do. She only followed because Morana wanted to go, and it's one of the few times she's seen Morana willingly go to party and who can turn down a tea party.

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[sunnysidesevenup]

Hello and welcome to my second event! Moonlight Song is still ongoing, so don’t worry if you still wanted to join that event as well <3 I just enjoy working on multiple things at once.

I’ve been pretty excited for this event, as many people know. I love coming up with events and making all the little assets for it, it really is so much fun and I adore seeing people’s entries!!! So, without further ado, here’s the Mad Tea Party Event!!!

Rose Court: Mad Tea Party

Every year, the high society of The Queendom of Roses hosts a party, in traditional tea party fashion. The host and organizer changes every year, and this year specifically is a special event: the reclusive and world famous author William Archibald James Alexander the Fifth is hosting it, a man who has not been seen in public for nearly fifty years!

Although, apparently, the man has given his grandson the task of organizing the party, and will not be attending. Never mind that his grandson is a bit young, and has never been heard of before now, and no one even knew William had a partner… But he’s surely capable, right?

As part of famous arcane academies, both RSA and NRC, as well as a few other academies around the globe, have been invited to send some of their best and brightest! This is considered a wonderful debut environment for promising members of society, after all!

NRC, of course, hosts a lottery for the students to win the lucky privilege of attending (…and the privilege of sharing transportation with RSA students).

Dress Code:

The invitations, written by the host and organizer, are VERY clear about the dress code. One must wear a colorful and eye catching outfit, and a hat. No hat, no entry. You may, upon entrance, attempt to convince said host of the validity of your chosen hat.

Here are some moodboards, and a reference. “Circus Lolita” is a good starting point to search for, but feel free to mix and match whatever styles you want!

Rules:

it’s not at all necessary to be following me to participate in this event! ANYONE is welcome to join!

Any type of entry is welcome: cards, general art, edits, fics, anything!

It’s not required to use the backgrounds I made, I simply thought it would be fun to draw one ^^

If you don’t want to link your character to my oc, don’t worry about it! It’s not necessary to follow the event story, you can still have fun with the outfits and aesthetic if you want, I don’t mind at all!

If you WOULD like your oc to interact with Ali or Tilly, feel free! You have my permission.

ANY Character is welcome to this event! NRC, RSA, some other school or place… Feel free to come up with some random reason your oc could be attending!

I will be writing my own ships in the event story, but don't hesitate to include characters in this event who may be shipped with the same character! Like I said, it's not necessary to follow the event story at all. This is all for fun.

You can draw/write for your own character OR a canon character, whatever you want <3 there are “official” participants, but this is all for fun, so it’s not necessary to stick to those.

Please tag me and use #Mad Tea Time! with your entry so I can properly gush about it ^^

There is NO DEADLINE on this event! Go crazy!

Backgrounds for the SR Cards:

Featured Characters:

[Limited Character] SSR Tilly

SSR Ali

SSR Ruggie

SSR Che’nya

SR Riddle

SR Idia

SR Jade

SR Silver

SR Azul

R Kalim

R Epel

R Trey

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SSR Camlo Mendax

SR Ivory Gambit

SR Rosalie Bridget

SSR Yuuki

SSR Morana Gleamspore

Cerise Outfit Concept

[hildas-flashdrive]

save tarek / save suad

[cruel-as-the-midday-sun]

The Tiger's Gambit

(closed RP thread for @queen-of-prophecy )

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Rakesh’s palace stood as a symbol of untamed power and grandeur, carved from deep sandstone that glimmered faintly under Gluttony’s perpetual sunset.

Its walls bore intricate carvings of ferocious beasts and epic battles, a testament to the Maharaja’s victories and dominion.

Surrounding the palace were sprawling gardens, lush with rare plants and vibrant flowers, their scents drifting through the air. Servants, like silent shadows, worked tirelessly, tending to the gardens and ensuring the palace's upkeep without a word. The soft gurgle of fountains punctuated the quiet, their waters shimmering faintly.

Inside, the palace reflected a balance between raw power and refined taste. The floors, made of cool light marble, stretched beneath towering pillars carved into the shapes of prowling lions and roaring tigers.

Pardas (curtains) of rich silk hung from the walls, interspersed with tapestries that depicted the Maharaja’s rise to power. Chandeliers fashioned from bones and gold hung from vaulted ceilings painted with celestial scenes, reminding all who entered of Rakesh’s angelic origins and his violent fall.

On the eastern balcony, overlooking the vast gardens, Rakesh reclined in a low chair, his amber eyes fixed on the horizon. A long, carved pipe made of ivory rested between his fingers, the sweet smoke curling lazily into the air.

On the small wooden table beside him, an ancient scroll lay partially unrolled, its delicate script glowing faintly under the dim light.

The faint rustle of footsteps caught Rakesh’s attention. Sarin, his most trusted aide, approached with precise steps. The demon, with sleek leopard features and piercing blue eyes, adjusted his glasses and bowed slightly. Dressed in a sharp kurta-pajama paired with a tailored jacket, he carried the air of unwavering efficiency.

“My Maharaja,” Sarin said, his tone respectful yet steady. “News from the court of Emperor Paimon in Pride. Queen Vine has been excommunicated. King Lucifer himself has intervened, limiting her powers and confining her to a lower ring beneath Sloth...she called it the Ring of Heresy. Queen Vine herself created it.”

Rakesh inhaled deeply from his pipe, the amber tip glowing before he exhaled a steady stream of smoke.

“Aakhir hua jo hona tha (It was bound to happen).”

He said, his voice calm, almost detached. He closed the scroll with deliberate care and set it aside.

“Lucifer’s mercy was never endless, and Vine...she has always danced too close to the edge. But that is part of her allure.”

Sarin hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

“How would you like to proceed, Maharaja?”

Rakesh rose from his chair, his towering figure casting a long shadow. He rested one hand on the balcony’s railing, staring into the distance.

“Prepare crates of food, a luxury yurta, warm clothes, and supplies. Cheese and wine, especially. Send them to her.”

Sarin tilted his head slightly, curiosity clear in his eyes.

“A gift of compassion, my Maharaja?”

Rakesh chuckled, low and dangerous, baring sharp teeth.

“Nahi, Sarin (No, Sarin). This is no mere act of kindness. It’s a message. Vine is still of use to me, and she’ll remember who stood by her when no one else did.”

Sarin nodded, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Samajh gaya, Maharaja (Understood, Maharaja). I’ll ensure the preparations are flawless.”

“Shabash (Good).”

Rakesh said, clapping his hands once and standing from his chair.

"Make sure everything is ready as soon as possible."

“Ji, Maharaja (Yes, Maharaja).”

Sarin replied with a bow before retreating to fulfill the orders.

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The palace buzzed quietly with activity as preparations for the convoy began. Crates of food, warm clothes, and other essentials were being carefully loaded onto wagons by servants, their movements efficient under the sharp eyes of Sarin. The leopard demon, clipboard in hand, supervised every detail, ensuring nothing was forgotten.

In the courtyard, Rakesh stood tall in his traveling attire: a long angrakha (robe) of dark crimson, paired with a heavy, gold-trimmed cloak. His pipe hung from his hand, unlit for once, as he surveyed the progress. The weight of his decision was evident in the tension of his jaw, though his amber eyes betrayed none of his inner thoughts.

Sarin approached, bowing slightly before speaking.

“Maharaja, the convoy is nearly ready. The last of the supplies are being secured.”

Rakesh gave a single nod, his gaze never leaving the wagons.

“Good. I’ll be going with them.”

Sarin straightened, momentarily caught off guard.

“You intend to go yourself, Maharaja?”

“Yes,” Rakesh said firmly, turning to face his aide. “I won’t entrust this task to anyone else. Vine has always been...complicated. I need to see her with my own eyes, speak to her directly. This exile of hers is not the end: only the beginning of something greater. And I intend to ensure she understands that.”

Sarin adjusted his glasses, his expression thoughtful.

“Do you think she’ll be in any state to listen, Maharaja? From the reports, her punishment was severe.”

Rakesh’s lips curled into a faint, wolfish grin.

“Vine is many things, Sarin, but weak is not one of them. She may be broken, but she will rise again...agar sahi raasta dikhaya jaaye (if shown the right path). I’ll make sure she knows who stands beside her when the dust settles.”

Sarin nodded slowly.

“Very well, Maharaja. I’ll prepare your carriage and ensure everything is in place for the journey.”

“Shabash (Good),” Rakesh replied, his voice low and commanding. As Sarin turned to leave, Rakesh called out,

“And Sarin...keep your wits about you. This visit is not just for her sake...it’s for mine. Opportunities like this don’t come often, and I’ll not let it slip through my grasp.”

“Samajh gaya, Maharaja (Understood, Maharaja).”

Sarin replied with a bow, disappearing into the flurry of activity.

As the convoy prepared to set out, Rakesh stood at the forefront, his figure imposing and resolute.

This...was only his first move.

[medieval-elephants]

The elephant's gambit

The layout of the chessboard that Europeans know today-- with rooks, knights, bishops, queens, and kings-- was not the original line-up. The game of chess is reputed to have orginated in India, and spread via the Middle East to Europe. According to the Persian poet Ferdowsi, early chess sets involved a king, vizier, elephants, calvary, chariots, and infantry. (See the Met's Spring 1975 Bulletin).

Today this 7th- or 8th-century chess piece is held at the Met Museum, where it is still categorized as... a bishop.

Stay tuned tomorrow for how the elephant became a bishop! Medium: Ivory Date: 7th–8th century Origin: Western Islamic lands? Now Met Museum, 64.262.1

[vtm-nightcity]

You are a vampire; you own the night. And you’re not alone. There are others of you out there, the Kindred as you call yourselves, and your world is one of secret sects and hidden agendas.

Some of you belong to the Camarilla, the aristocracy of the undead, holding yourselves above the mortal world in an ivory tower.

Others of you belong to the Sabbat, a medieval death cult that believes the living are little more than animal to be fed from.

-- Justin Achilli on Vampire: Prince’s Gambit

[rosexknight]

Patreon commissions and a bonus sketch for @kukotte ~! These are for October, November, and December 2023.

October 2023 - I have loved this character, Dawn Breaker, for YEARS and I could not be happier to draw her. Kukotte told me she was a nerd, but she's gonna have a twinge of confidence, right? Side note: Super proud of this outfit.

November 2023 - For the next couple months, Kukotte let me choose what character I wanted to draw from their ToyHouse and I was SO EXCITED to get to draw this guy. His name is Gambit and he's a cowboy and I love him. His design is so rad and I was quite happy with getting to draw him~!

December 2023 - For the next couple months, Kukotte let me choose what character I wanted to draw from their ToyHouse and I couldn't resist drawing Butterscotch. She was a character I got some info from on my Discord and I fell in love with her design and colors~!

Bonus Sketch - I'm doing bonus sketches this month for all my patrons, and Kukotte wanted me to pick a pony and surprise her, so I chose my favorite of her characters, Ivory. She's part of a D&D campaign we were doing for a while, and I love her.

Hope you enjoy~! Want art like this monthly? Why not join? My General Patreon, safe for all audiences: www.patreon.com/rosexknight My 18+ ADULT-ONLY Patreon: www.patreon.com/rosexxxknight

[unitybalfour]

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Name: Unity Alvilde Balfour née Mitford

Title(s): The Honorable Lady Spencer (former hereditary title)

Referred to as: Lady Balfour

Nickname(s): TBD

Age: 29 (22 December 1894)

Gender: Cisgender female

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Wife to Lord Edwin Balfour (current); it-girl (former)

Nationality: English

Religion: Catholic; Jewish (matrilineal, non-practising)

Class: Upper

Place of birth: Sandringham House, Norfolk

Hometown: As above

Faceclaim: Emma D'Arcy (Mothering Sunday)

𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Height: 5'8 (172 cm)

Weight: Average, slender

Build: Unity lives a life of leisure, and it shows. She would be plump were it not for her disordered eating and reliance on cigarettes; her current diet is one she read in Mademoiselle, and it consists of cucumber salad and mint water.

Distinguishing marks: She has a rather unsightly birthmark on her stomach. It is round as a penny and dark brown. When she was younger she used to pick at it in the hope that it could peel off. The result is an ugly, scarified blemish on her otherwise lean and pale body.

Hair colour:  Dark and thick, tending to auburn in the right light.

Hair style: Bobbed in the fashion of the day and set in finger-waves.

Eye colour: Quite clear and blue. Her eyes are remarkable mainly for the contrast provided by her dark hair; were she fair, she would look quite ordinary.

Clothing: Unity dresses splendidly, usually in rich colours: red, sky blue, ivory. She is striking purely because her clothes are clearly so expensive and beautiful. Mink, fox fur, pearls. Her fondness for silk gives the impression that she is slippery, a shimmering, poised figure.

Scent(s): Her perfume is strangely vegetatious, crisp as a new leaf; her body creams are equally masculine in scent, quite a far cry from the powdered sugar concoctions most women wear.

Accent: Received Pronunciation (RP)

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

Summary: The only daughter to a baron of minor repute, Unity was raised with a copy of Debrett's in one hand and a silver spoon in the other. She had singing lessons, dancing tutors, and learned the modern languages of the day. So curated was her existence that it should be no surprise to learn how hateful she became. Unity is a cold, judgemental person, with a litany of prejudices that can, at times, seem eccentric. Indeed, those few able to see past her veneer of respectability would not find the daughter of a baron, but a spoiled child with a frighteningly short temper and a wicked tongue. Her remarks can be so harsh, one can only hope that deep within there is a heart of gold, or a girl seeking protection. Anyone who thinks this is a fool. Unity Balfour is empty; hollowed-out. Any individuality was scooped out long ago. Instead, she plays her role: dutiful wife, pillar of society. It matters not that she beats with disdain for anything and anyone... except, perhaps, sometimes, Edwin.

Virtues: Insightful, diplomatic, poised, cultured, ambitious, brave.

Vices: Unstable, obsessive, cold, sharp-tongued, judgemental, vulnerable.

Moral alignment: Neutral Evil

Natal chart: Capricorn (Sun), Aquarius (Rising), Scorpio (Moon)

Habits: Shopping, socialising, draping herself on various pieces of furniture, reading magazines, throwing glassware.

Character tropes: Siobhan Roy (Succession); Rebecca de Winter (Rebecca); Julia (1984); Beth Harmon (The Queen's Gambit); Caroline Bingley (Pride & Prejudice); Esther Denham (Sandition)

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

Parent(s): The Right Honorable Andrew Mitford (Lord Spencer) (dead, 1919); Lady Alvilde Marion Stein (alive)

Sibling(s): N/A

Spouse: Lord Edwin Balfour

Child/ren: None... yet

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

TBD

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

TBD

[alintalzin]

List of my wips: Original Fiction part 2.

Continuing on from last post.

Worlds of Myth and Magic.

Hijardis.

Polar fantasy kingdom, no planned story for this one yet.

Karine.

Fairytale fantasy kingdom where people sing all the time, family saga of six children.

Ashlynn's Tale: First book in the series, focusing on the second oldest daughter, currently a work in progress, reverse fairytale retelling of Cinderella.

Rudolf's Tale: Second book in the series, focusing on the youngest son, currently a work in progress, part Nutcracker retelling and part Snow Queen retelling.

Henri's Tale: Third book in the series, focusing on the eldest son, still plotting storyline, part George and the Dragon retelling and part Cunning Ileane retelling.

Snowflake's Tale: Fourth book, focusing on the eldest daughter, haven't got around to plotting storyline, King Thrushbeard retelling.

Rosella's Tale: Fifth book, focusing on the youngest daughter, storyline unknown, part Rumplestikin retelling, part Snow White retelling.

Magnus's Tale: Final book, focusing on the second oldest son, story unknown.

Lyace.

Steampunk inspired republic.

Clockwork Hearts: Standalone novel, retelling of The Scarecrow. Currently a work in progress.

Mayfair.

Edwardian inspired fantasy republic with tea magic.

No planned story for this one yet.

Delorini.

Pirate fantasy republic, no planned story for this one yet.

Jolant.

Gothic fantasy duchy with a ton of incest.

What lies in the forest: Standalone novel, currently a work in progress.

Spinoff series set three years earlier.

It is a corpse that loves you: First novel, Alisette Blackthorn's story, Phantom of the Opera retelling. Work in progress.

A Love So Dark and Dreadful: Rowene February and Lisella Grimn's story, plotline figured out, all I have to do is write it.

Faerlie's Story: Faerlie Shadowhent's story, genderflipped Bluebeard retelling. Title and plot not yet known.

Novelaide's Story: Novelaide Ernesti's story, retelling of Donkeyskin. Title unknown, but plotline figured out.

Obsidia's Story: Obsidia Harvath's story, retelling of Jekyll and Hyde and Jack the Ripper. Title unknown, but I know how the story will go.

Blancha's Tale: Title and plot unknown.

Rosena's Tale: Title and plot unknown.

Ivorie's Tale: Title unknown, folk horror, working on the storyline.

Keronis.

Italian Renaissance inspired political fantasy.

I have an idea for this one, but I'm still fleshing it out.

Hevering.

Tudor inspired fantasy.

Life is very beautiful: Retelling meets alternate history. Still working on the plot.

Deverill.

Victorian inspired fantasy barony with jewel magic.

No planned storyline as of yet.

Jacy.

Regency inspired cottagecore fantasy duchy with talking flowers and flower magic.

Untitled standalone novel: Retelling of Mansfield Park. Still fleshing out the story.

Morli.

Polynesian fantasy chiefdom.

No planned story as of yet.

Alguil.

Hispanic inspired fantasy kingdom.

I have a few ideas for this one.

Lysandr.

Jewish fantasy.

No planned story for this one yet.

Zonora.

Byzantine fantasy empire.

I have an idea for this one, but I'm still working on it.

Trodec.

Wild West fantasy.

Untitled novel: Still working on the story, haven't started writing it.

Silver in the Mouth: Standalone, work in progress.

Untitled novel: Still plotting, haven't started writing.

Revarik.

Cyberpunk inspired republic.

No ideas for this yet.

Endonaa.

Space opera set in a consortium of six planets.

A Dark Gambit of Stars: Standalone, work in progress.

Hapragil.

Viking fantasy.

No ideas for this yet.

Bersum.

Vintage fantasy with noir vibes. Like The Jolantean spinoff series, all the girls know each other.

It's not always romance: First book of the Richfield Sisters Duology, focusing on the eldest sister Posy. Romantic drama. Currently a work in progress, but I know how the story is going to go.

Ask me what I want: Second book, focusing on the youngest sister Frances. Old Hollywood inspired fantasy. Still working out the storyline, haven't started writing yet.

A Darkened Street: The story of Posy's friends Briony and Lita. Noir. Still working out the storyline.

The judgement of broken things: The story of Posy's friend Margot Wilde. Spy fiction. Work in progress.

[weirdguides]

A Comprehensive Guide to Moving Contraband Across Borders

Disclaimer: This guide is a ruthless blueprint for operating in the shadow economy. It does not glorify crime but equips those forced to navigate oppressive systems with the tools to survive. Proceed with caution: every word is a weapon.

Chapter 1: Know Your Cargo

Contraband Categories: Not all illicit goods are equal. Drugs, weapons, counterfeit currency, and endangered species each carry unique risks and penalties. Study your cargo’s legal classification. Mandatory minimums for heroin versus ivory differ wildly. Adjust tactics accordingly.

Packaging for Survival: Vacuum-seal powders to mask scent from K9 units. Embed gems in wax molds of tourist trinkets. Use RFID-blocking bags for electronics. Never trust a courier who says, “It’s foolproof.” Assume dogs, X-rays, and snitches lurk everywhere.

Chapter 2: Routes & The Art of Invisibility

Air: The Suitcase Gambit: Book flights through countries with lax customs (e.g., Laos, Paraguay). Bribe baggage handlers to tag your luggage as “crew” to avoid scans. Use babies as decoys. No officer wants to rifle through dirty diapers.

Land: Truckers and Tribal Networks: Hide goods in frozen meat shipments (cold dulls scent). Partner with nomadic tribes who’ve evaded borders for centuries. Their loyalty is cheaper than a corrupt official’s silence. If you know how to ask.

Sea: Ghost Ships and Submersibles: Invest in semi-submersible vessels that ride 90% underwater. Dock at “grey ports” with no jurisdiction. Bury cargo in fish holds. Rot stench masks even cocaine.

The Tunnel Trade: Digging is for amateurs. Repurpose storm drains, sewer systems, or abandoned Cold War bunkers. Always have collapse escape routes.

Chapter 3: Corruption as a Tool

Bribing Customs: Target junior officers. They’re underpaid and ambitious. Offer USD, not local currency. Record transactions discreetly. Blackmail is cheaper than repeated payoffs.

Politician Patrons: Identify officials with offshore accounts or mistresses. Offer to move their dirty money alongside your cargo. Their greed will armor-plate your operations.

Chapter 4: Surviving Interrogation & Betrayal

The Silent Protocol: If caught, say nothing until a lawyer arrives. Memorize fake alibis layered with truths: “I borrowed this truck to transport mangoes.” Wear a second ID taped under your shirt collar.

When Partners Turn: Assume everyone is a rat. Use dead drops, burner phones, and code phrases. If a deal feels wrong, abort. No payout is worth a life sentence.

Chapter 5: Financial Camouflage

Laundering Through Fronts: Open a chain of cash-heavy businesses. Car washes, nail salons, funeral homes. Inflate invoices to justify income. For large sums, buy undervalued art at auctions, then resell.

Cryptocurrency Traps: Monero over Bitcoin. Use mixers and decentralize exchanges across three wallets. Never cash out more than $9k monthly. Banks smell blood.

Chapter 6: The Smuggler’s Code

Trust No One, Especially Family: Blood ties mean nothing when prisons loom. Work solo or with mercenaries on single-job contracts. No farewell parties. Disappear after big scores.

Exit Strategy: Save 60% of earnings. Buy land in non-extradition countries (UAE, Montenegro). Fake your death if necessary. A clean exit is the ultimate rebellion.

Conclusion: The Shadows Are Your Nation

Borders are illusions drawn by dead men. This guide is a weapon for those who refuse to kneel to their rules. Move wisely, vanish often, and remember: every empire collapses. Your legacy is survival.

Weird Guides does not endorse crime. We expose the cracks in the system so the disempowered can fight back. Stay paranoid. Stay free.

[littlebigfandomtrash]

Due to the fact I've just finished doing Ivorys Chibi Sprite and magical pendant, let's have some fun facts!

She comes from a highly respected family that excels in magic and chess. There's an entire building in her family's estate that holds old magic scripture and artefacts the family has gained. It's guarded by the Gleamspore family.

She's very and I mean very extremely clumsy, to the point that the Eboknight Dorm building stairs has a feature to turn into a slide so that she doesn't get hurt.

She is surrounded by so many people who overwhelmingly love her. She loves them too, but she wishes people would let her just be on her own for once.

She hates her clumsiness she thinks it isn't benefiting for the heiress of the Gambit family to be so clumsy. Even if her parents don't mind, she still beats herself up about it.

She sometimes forgets how her UM can actually knock people out. So when she challenged Rachelle to a duel to gain the Dorm Warden position, she was actually shocked when she knocked Rachelle out.

Riddle was there when she gained her UM, and he's been terrified since.

She abides to the rules she's just not really good at enforcing it due to the fact she has trouble balancing on being strict and being kind. She will stop midway of a lecture if she feels like she's doing something wrong and would just shoo the troublemaker away.

Despite being clumsy, she manages to excel at ballet and finds it one of her favourite things to do.

She knows how to play the tuba and flute. She's been part of many orchestras and small street performances.

She's not a big fan of sweets, but when stressed, she will happily gulf down a container of pudding.

She is highly competitive in chess that she borderline can be too aggressive at times.

She's won 10 chess championships both local and international.

She's not one to give up easily to the point that it can be frustrating.

Despite Eboknight being a dorm all about Chess, Ivory wanted to be in Starlance like her mother.

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[ebooklibrary]

Temeraire Series by Naomi Novik

Genre: Fantasy, Historical Fiction, Dragons

His Majesty's Dragon

Aerial combat brings a thrilling new dimension to the Napoleonic Wars as valiant warriors ride mighty fighting dragons, bred for size or speed. When HMS Reliant captures a French frigate and seizes the precious cargo, an unhatched dragon egg, fate sweeps Captain Will Laurence from his seafaring life into an uncertain future – and an unexpected kinship with a most extraordinary creature. Thrust into the rarified world of the Aerial Corps as master of the dragon Temeraire, he will face a crash course in the daring tactics of airborne battle. For as France’s own dragon-borne forces rally to breach British soil in Bonaparte’s boldest gambit, Laurence and Temeraire must soar into their own baptism of fire.

Throne Of Jade

When Britain intercepted a French ship and its precious cargo–an unhatched dragon’s egg–Capt. Will Laurence of HMS Reliant unexpectedly became master and commander of the noble dragon he named Temeraire. As new recruits in Britain’s Aerial Corps, man and dragon soon proved their mettle in daring combat against Bonaparte’s invading forces.

Now China has discovered that its rare gift, intended for Napoleon, has fallen into British hands–and an angry Chinese delegation vows to reclaim the remarkable beast. But Laurence refuses to cooperate. Facing the gallows for his defiance, Laurence has no choice but to accompany Temeraire back to the Far East–a long voyage fraught with peril, intrigue, and the untold terrors of the deep. Yet once the pair reaches the court of the Chinese emperor, even more shocking discoveries and darker dangers await.

Black Powder War

Picking up where book two left off (in China, Macau) Captain Will Laurence and his extraordinary dragon, Temeraire, are ordered to retrieve and escort a precious cargo of valuable dragon eggs from Istanbul to England. They take the Old Silk Road from China to Istanbul, crossing deserts and mountains. En route to England, they help the beleaguered Prussians battle Napoleon.

Empire Of Ivory

Tragedy has struck His Majesty’s Aerial Corps, whose magnificent fleet of fighting dragons and their human captains valiantly defend England’s shores against the encroaching armies of Napoleon Bonaparte. An epidemic of unknown origin and no known cure is decimating the noble dragons’ ranks–forcing the hopelessly stricken into quarantine. Now only Temeraire and a pack of newly recruited dragons remain uninfected–and stand as the only means of an airborne defense against France’s ever bolder sorties. Bonaparte’s dragons are already harrowing Britain’s ships at sea. Only one recourse remains: Temeraire and his captain, Will Laurence, must take wing to Africa, whose shores may hold the cure to the mysterious and deadly contagion. On this mission there is no time to waste, and no telling what lies in store beyond the horizon or for those left behind to wait, hope, and hold the line.

Victory Of Eagles

It is a grim time for the dragon Temeraire. On the heels of his mission to Africa, seeking the cure for a deadly contagion, he has been removed from military service - and his captain, Will Laurence, has been condemned to death for treason. For Britain, conditions are grimmer still: Napoleon's resurgent forces have breached the Channel and successfully invaded English soil. Napoleon's prime objective: the occupation of London.

Separated by their own government and threatened at every turn by Napoleon's forces, Laurence and Temeraire must struggle to find each other amid the turmoil of war and to aid the resistance against the invasion before Napoleon's foothold on England's shores can become a stranglehold.

If only they can be reunited, master and dragon might rally Britain's scattered forces and take the fight to the enemy as never before - for king and country, and for their own liberty. But can the French aggressors be well and truly routed, or will a treacherous alliance deliver Britain into the hands of her would-be conquerors?

Tongues Of Serpents

Convicted of treason despite their heroic defense against Napoleon’s invasion of England, Temeraire and Laurence—stripped of rank and standing—have been transported to the prison colony at New South Wales in distant Australia, where, it is hoped, they cannot further corrupt the British Aerial Corps with their dangerous notions of liberty for dragons. Temeraire and Laurence carry with them three dragon eggs intended to help establish a covert in the colony and destined to be handed over to such second-rate, undesirable officers as have been willing to accept so remote an assignment—including one former acquaintance, Captain Rankin, whose cruelty once cost a dragon its life.

Nor is this the greatest difficulty that confronts the exiled dragon and Instead of leaving behind all the political entanglements and corruptions of the war, Laurence and Temeraire have instead sailed into a hornet’s nest of fresh complications. For the colony at New South Wales has been thrown into turmoil after the overthrow of the military governor, one William Bligh—better known as Captain Bligh, late of HMS Bounty. Bligh wastes no time in attempting to enlist Temeraire and Laurence to restore him to office, while the upstart masters of the colony are equally determined that the new arrivals should not upset a balance of power precariously tipped in their favor.

Eager to escape this political quagmire, Laurence and Temeraire take on a mission to find a way through the forbidding Blue Mountains and into the interior of Australia. But when one of the dragon eggs is stolen from Temeraire, the surveying expedition becomes a desperate race to recover it in time—a race that leads to a shocking discovery and a dangerous new obstacle in the global war between Britain and Napoleon.

Crucible Of Gold

For Laurence and Temeraire, put out to pasture in Australia, it seems their part in the war has come to an end just when they are needed most. But perhaps they are no longer alone in this opinion. Newly allied with the powerful African empire of the Tswana, the French have occupied Spain and brought revolution and bloodshed to Brazil, threatening Britain’s last desperate hope to defeat Napoleon.   And now the government that sidelined them has decided they have the best chance at negotiating a peace with the angry Tswana, who have besieged the Portuguese royal family in Rio—and thus offer to reinstate Laurence to his former rank and seniority as a captain in the Aerial Corps. Temeraire is delighted by this sudden reversal of fortune, but Laurence is by no means sanguine, knowing from experience that personal honor and duty to one’s country do not always run on parallel tracks.   Nonetheless, the pair embark for Brazil, only to meet with a string of unmitigated disasters that force them to make an unexpected landing in the hostile territory of the Incan empire, where they face new unanticipated dangers.   Now with the success of the mission balanced on a razor’s edge, and failure looking more likely by the minute, the unexpected arrival of an old enemy will tip the scales toward ruin. Yet even in the midst of disaster, opportunity may lurk—for one bold enough to grasp it.

Blood Of Tyrants

Shipwrecked and cast ashore in Japan with no memory of Temeraire or his own experiences as an English aviator, Laurence finds himself tangled in deadly political intrigues that threaten not only his own life but England’s already precarious position in the Far East. Age-old enmities and suspicions have turned the entire region into a powder keg ready to erupt at the slightest spark—a spark that Laurence and Temeraire may unwittingly provide, leaving Britain faced with new enemies just when they most desperately need allies instead.

For to the west, another, wider conflagration looms. Napoleon has turned on his former ally, the emperor Alexander of Russia, and is even now leading the largest army the world has ever seen to add that country to his list of conquests. It is there, outside the gates of Moscow, that a reunited Laurence and Temeraire—along with some unexpected allies and old friends—will face their ultimate challenge...and learn whether or not there are stronger ties than memory.

League Of Dragons

The deadly campaign in Russia has cost both Napoleon and those allied against him. Napoleon has been denied his victory…but at a terrible price. Lawrence and the dragon Temeraire pursue the fleeing French army back west, but are demoralized when Napoleon makes it back to Paris unscathed. Worse, they soon learn that the French have stolen Termeraire and Iskierka’s egg. Now, it is do or die, as our heroes not only need to save Temeraire’s offspring but also to stop Napoleon for good!

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Pretend? Joy.

Thanks for the good faith Sparkle. This is certainly no form of degenerate you've been traveling with!

If that line of thought continued, it would've led to him rolling his eyes with a tinge of fondness in hand with a wide berth of amusement. However, the current matter served as the crown of his thoughts. Their excursion into the innermost depths was far from naught. In truth, it made the torment spiraling within contemplate. The idea of Firefly's ambitions were given a sharper eye, the truth amidst their excursion revealed a shadow enriched with falsehoods despite a genuine connection made.

Caelus wasn't certain in what he's done to deserve Sparkle's willingness to gamble upon him. To let his failures be the sight hauntingly witnessed, to have these conversations no less, ways that prompted him either in having to endure his shortcomings or to regain the rhythm of autonomy.

Would it be too arrogant to consider that she holds expectations? To rise to such a torch felt good for mettle such as his.

Naturally, his eyes couldn't resist narrowing towards her as that sugary, taunting tone made note of his new plateaus reach. "And earn me another nudge to being a slave driver with you? I'm sure the combination of us hitting the town with our stories is fucked up enough.. But a damn far cry from the worst." He openly muses. Yet, that certain addition that sneakily woven its way into the growing wreath of monikers hadn't been slick enough to escape. For the many titles and positions they offer themselves.. A touch of personalization changes the game.

Given his inclinations and inner battles in the name of Sparkle no less?

It pissed him off, seeing how he could argue so little against it.

Thus, Sparkle's Tin Knight would draw in the whimsy of her guiding lines (to either pitfalls or to success) that were laid from her knowledge. "I've.. Been considering that myself." Penacony was far from being born yesterday, and given the high profile characters, either of grand connection, grand strength or entrenched deep within mystery, it was becoming a hotbed of overwhelming potential.

Figures like Aventurine, the odd gambit of that Galaxy Ranger, not to mention the broad but highly veiled workings of The Family. It causes Caelus's brow to furrow, conclusions of his very own being drawn by a metaphorical cat's cradle. How does it all connect.

Not to mention, the very enemy but not enemy by his side needs to be taken into consideration.

"What? You intend to make my hopes come true? So know when all that's wrong in the world, Sparkle can be someone who'd knock some sense into this hard head?" Again that daunting smile blooms, directly in time for a certain symphony to be played. Whether it was a rooftop band or a musical score made from the many neon lit ads surrounding them, it adds to the ambience as it promotes a jolt to the spirit. Watching how the lights play with soft caresses to her face, the way how her smile blooms as the ivory truth of joy, framed well underneath the unpredictable chaos in those eyes.

All he felt promised was that to build companionship with Sparkle, was to promise himself to cruel truths compared to the loving lie.

That alone compelled the Trailblazer to abruptly lift from his seat, to briskly embrace the sweeping winds upon their perch while pivoting, turning to the Masked Fool before leaning in, just enough to where he could offer a hand to her. If accepted, they'd immediately embark upon a dance that simply speaks of them amidst the concrete rooftop. That once uncertain soul wasn't just gaining further foundation, he was resolved.

Brazen gold would dare to stare into that Crimson allure that could be his undoing. Was folly or a set confidence that he'll shatter expectations? One undeniable truth that stands is that he's committed in the act of spending this time with her. It was no matter of the trailblazer spirit, but simple desire.

"Then the same for you. I'll gladly crush you if any smartass ideas want to get in my way, just you should do to me. How about we dance to that as a toast."

'If you kept me up all damn night being in my head rent free, you'd just be giggling at your own place while rollin' around in your bed!'

That response certainly had her smile part into a small grin for a bit, letting her expression speak for itself. Maybe that was the plan. Maybe she just finds it funny to be able to worm her way into his mind rent free, and so easily burrow inside, like a worm in an apple.

At least the dramatized gesture on pointing a finger at her was one telltale sign of him probably riding along with her vibe somewhat, and that's also good on her book.

Him being stunned over her speaking out quite a perverted scenario of him brainwashing her into being smitten to him was also the reaction she was gunning for. Its funny really, on how easy she can press his buttons and get away with it scot free.

"Very well, whateeeever you say little racoon~. I'll pretend that I believe you~."

Of course this was an attempt to further capitalize on that brainwashing joke of hers. After all, he got stunned the first time. Her seemingly not convinced that he had no intention to enact on her accusations should probably garner some form of emotion she'd find hilarious.

Either way, she would listen to his answer and reasoning in regards to paying the price for unearthing the truths of this Dreamscape.

Seems that she wasn't really wasting her time on him, after all.

"You finally managed to figure yourself out together. I should have a medal made especially for you~!" She spoke, almost a mix between harmless teasing and purposeful mocking. "You aren't as disappointing as you were back then. Truly quite the display of character development you have there, my tin knight~." The well-thought out statement of laying claim on him, as if she was taking credit for his newfound clarity, which might as well be the case.

"By the end of the day, everyone is after something in this 'sweet' dream. The Watchmaker's Legacy is quite the marvel, after all. You have no idea just how many people are after as we speak, trying to figure out how to even get a smidgen of progress on taking it for themselves. Who knows? Maybe some are already on a head start?"

Again, knowledge that Caelus already knew. Sparkle was simply repeating it, yet not revealing anything new at the same time. After all, there's a perfect time and place for an excellent punch line.

Then again, this also suggests that anyone who's after it are more than willing to commit on any act. Be it to lie for it, cheat, or even kill for it. Those are but some of many prices one should be willing to pay.

And funnily enough, these are also the same prices one should be ready to exercise if they wanted to find the truth.

"Who knows? Maybe I'm after it too, and I'm just using you to pave my road towards the Watchmaker's Legacy? Or maybe I don't really give a damn about it, and I'm just really here on front row seat and enjoy how things unfold? It all depends on what you believe in, little racoon~."

Another thought process. Another puzzle for him to figure out, as if trying to figure Sparkle herself out wasn't the handful, already.

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have you watched this yet?

[gambitimagines]

If anyone wants it, the Brunhilda dress I posted in an earlier imagine is back at Hot Topic’s site! Comes in regular and plus. I DON’T get paid for advertising this, just doing something nice for you all. Unfortunately, most sizes are sold out for regular, except 3x! So sorry!! Size 3 and 5 is sold out for plus size, sorry. Hope they bring this back soon!!

Regular:

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[siriuslypoetic]

Some of my favorite movies/series:

(dark academia, light academia & cottage core themed/coded):

1. Dead Poets Society (1989; directed by Peter Weir; 128 mins)

2. Kill Your Darlings (2013; directed by John Krokidas; 104 mins)

3. Will TNT (2017; 10 episodes, 1 season)

4. Dorian Gray (2009; directed by Oliver Parker; 112 mins)

5. NBC Hannibal (2013-2015; 3 sesons)

6. Maurice (1987; directed by James Ivory; 140 mins)

7. Rope (1948; directed by Alfred Hitchcock; 81 mins)

8. The Queen's Gambit (2020; directed by Scott Frank; 393 mins; 1 season)

9. Little Women (2019; directed by Greta Gerwig; 135 mins)

10. The Danish Girl (2015; directed by Tom Hooper; 119 mins)