#Rose es Arte

[good-beansdraws]

Random doodles from a while ago -- the two big ones used pose references but the others were freehand/no reference

Huh.... my brain reversed him....

[judas-isariot]

"Una rosa es una rosa"

[good-beans]

And the miscellaneous cleaned up/isolated minigrams I really liked + the full sheet @igotbones helped put together lol. I didn't really have a goal in mind so feel free to use as you like

[ruddypk14]

A special piece from the past in support for Latin American Dub for Sonic Frontiers, which even though sadly we didn't get it I hope they consider it for future games!

Also one of the first times that I was trying Backgrounds so sorry if it looks weird xd

[ringaroundtheroses]

what if i let u guys rq cr edits again...hahaha jk jk...unless? lmk if yall would like that lol, i cant promise ill get to everything like im atrocious at time management and have school but ill prob be able to get some in the next month

[missydior]

lover ౨ৎ

slow evenings & reminders of love.

♡: charles leclerc/reader, suggestive content, fluff.

a/n: just a little piece I wrote in like ten minutes during my study break. it’s kind of obvious i was doing literature studies, this is my apology for talking about bridgerton au cha for days, endlessly. <3

Home. A pretty piano of white high gloss and ivory near the balconies of Art Nouveau overlooking the beauty of Monaco's streets, drapes in rose, fleur-de-lis, and tassels amongst the palette of white, créme and varnish, the bed a mess of linen sheets and pillows where the cashmere throw has fallen to the floor of birch parquet.

"— Tu es très jolie." ꒰ you are so pretty ꒱

Charles' voice is a hushed resonance near your ear, palms with their slight callouses feeling over the curve of your hips through fabric where the both of you lie in the warmth of a late evening. His lips trace your neck, slow and sweet, committing each inch he touches to his endless memory of you.

Hushed laughter with the subtle rasp of his facial hair against your sensitive skin, your fingertips tracing through tousled, brunet tresses as you tilt your head back on the cushions and welcome the slant of his mouth against yours.

You can taste remnants of a vintage wine and dessert's soufflé on his tongue, some silent and unspoken 'I love you' further than just words, welcoming the weight of his figure over yours on the mattress with the sweet sickness of love.

"All mine," He's mumbling the words on you between kisses, thumb meeting the edge of your collarbone in idle caresses near flourishing remnants of rouge and lilac from the evening before, "So pretty, baby."

He does that frequently, repeating his praise—even between different languages at times—until he is certain you will never forget.

Charles Leclerc has never been shy in the prospect of bathing you with the song of his adoration in compliments and sweet nothings, but it only ever seems heightened under the influence of one too many glasses of Côte de Beaune after a quiet, intimate dinner.

You're a breathless, giggling mess of a girl underneath him, grasping his shoulders, feeling the cotton of his ivory shirt fallen unbuttoned, his hand drifting about the silks of your blushing négligée. It is your favourite feeling.

He's so tender when he loves you like this, patient and gentle with the ghost of his palm along your navel and the kiss of his mouth over the arching of your neck as you sigh blissfully and succumb to the hold. The room is quiet and serene where the moonlight dances through the glass, bathing your skin, and you've never felt safer in his presence: his arms drawn around you, the sound of his breathing and his voice.

"Charles—" Tongues meet again in the sensuous intimacy between lovers before you can continue, whatever words soon lost as you melt into the feeling, ankles locked with his about the edge of the mattress, a quietly amorous and drowsy smile on your countenance when he eventually draws away, though only fractionally, and you're staring into those beautiful eyes of his.

"Hm?" He's kissing the corner of your mouth, then the edge of your jawbone, the invitation of your throat. You feel how his hand draws subtly beneath the edges of your garments, little touches of warmth.

"Tell me something." You request quietly, trying to fill the quietude.

There is the whisper of his chuckle against your clavicle, the softness of his voice and his Monégasque accent that curls on each syllable with his consideration, "Well," Kisses, teeth, "There are many things, ma chérie, which I could say to you."

"Mhm..." Your fingers thread through the ends of his hair, admiring the sight of him in the vulnerability of your shared moments. You know that he is doing this on purpose, just as he knows that you're enjoying every second of it, but you laugh a little and indulge. "Tell me how much you love me."

He smiles at this, leaning his head down a fraction to touch the side of your cheek on his, breaths melting together in synchrony like your hand that entwines with his own on the sheets.

"How could I ever put it into words?" The softest of pecks, and he breathes in the saccharine lull of your perfume until a thought seems to manifest until he shifts over you once more, punctuates his words with another touch of his lips on yours, and reveals handsome dimples, "You know, I'll show you instead."

'Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.' — Oscar Wilde

© missydior

[deepinsideyourbeing]

Te podría pedir un dark!Enzo x Barbie! reader que no sea smut? ✨

Cuando digo Barbie me refiero a una chica bien femenina y dulce

Fluff con Dark!Enzo ♡

"Los opuestos se atraen" siempre fue para Enzo -sin importar los estudios científicos que lo confirman- una frase carente de lógica. Las personas deberían tener valores, creencias, metas y gustos en común para que una relación funcione, ¿no? ¿Por qué compartirías tu tiempo con alguien que no ve la vida de la misma manera?

En este momento la idea le parece distante, propia de un sueño febril, mientras observa tu blusa blanca y el suave cárdigan rosa que cubre tus hombros; ambas prendas combinan con el... ¿Cómo era? ¿Rose Latte? Bueno, esa bebida que ordenaste y depositaron en la mesa en una taza tan rosa como su humeante contenido.

-¿Qué pasa?- pregunta cuando nota que no comenzás a beber. Su propia bebida, un Black Eye que es un reflejo de su ropa, también espera por él-. ¿No es lo que pediste?

-Es que no quiero arruinar el dibujo.

-Sacale una foto- propone, conteniendo la risa.

-¿No te molesta?

-Para nada.

Tomás un par de fotos, enfocando intencionalmente su parte de la mesa, antes de regresar tu teléfono a tu bolso y desdibujar con la cuchara el delicado latte art. Cuando levantás el tazón él te imita, disfrutando la costumbre de beber juntos el primer sorbo.

Nota que tu labial deja una huella en la taza y debajo de tu labio inferior, por lo que se estira para borrar la mancha de tu piel. Ese gesto revive el recuerdo del trend de TikTok en el que llenaste su rostro con la marca de tus besos. Estabas usando el mismo labial -tu favorito-, está seguro, y también utilizaste ese color cuando estampaste una de sus camisetas.

Le sonreís para luego tomar una servilleta y deshacerte del resto de producto en tus labios, limpiando la porcelana cuidadosamente mientras le comentás algún detalle de tu semana. Te escucha con atención pero tiene que esforzarse para no perderse en el tintineo de tu brazalete o los movimientos de tus manos, con los que otorgás énfasis a tu relato.

Luego de unos minutos nota tu mueca de molestia y alza ambas cejas. Ante esto respondés señalando sutilmente hacia el extremo opuesto del lugar en el que se encuentran: no es necesario voltear para saber de qué se trata, son típicas las miradas curiosas que juzgan y normalmente logran ignorarlas, pero no siempre es sencillo.

Siempre hay algún que otro curioso que se detiene para mirar, probablemente preguntándose por qué la chica con un peinado perfecto está sentada con alguien que difumina su delineado desastrosamente adrede. Tus pequeños pendientes son otro detalle que contrasta con sus múltiples y notorios anillos.

Toma tu mano y eso es suficiente para borrar la molestia de tu rostro. Recuerda la primera vez que te enojaste en su presencia, durante el estreno de Oppenheimer y Barbie (vieron ambas y para su sorpresa, Barbie fue genial), porque en ambas salas todos miraron más tiempo del debido.

-No entiendo- dijiste entonces y repetís ahora-. ¿Por qué tienen que mirar tanto?

-Porque mi novia es la más linda del mundo.

Soltás su mano bruscamente, fingiendo odiar sus demostraciones cursi, pero puede ver la forma en que mordés tu labio sutilmente para reprimir una sonrisa. Le encanta.

[thedeafprophet]

The Captivating Princess: An Overview

As I have been pondering that most content around The Princess is not easily accessible, I have decided to do a little write up on who she is. This will not be unbiased - many are aware of my in depth views here- but hopefully it will provide a good summary.

I will try to keep it light, but there will be some ES spoilers in here. Discusisons of information from: The Gift, Say It With Flowers, Reunion, and A Crown Of Thorns, plus some references to Sunless Skies. I intend to mostly focus on who she is in Fallen London though, not in skies.

Who Is She?

'At the very front, cross-legged on the floor, sits the Playful Prodigy. She has the cheeks of a cherub and blue, mischievous eyes. In her arms is a baby, wrapped in a black swaddling-cloth: presumably the Captivating Princess.' - The Gift

The Captivating Princess in universe is The Traitor Empresses' youngest child. Unlike the other royal children, she is an entierly fictional character, and does not have a real world counter part. She was born the year of the fall, 1862, making her around 37 in 1899 (or more accuratly, 40 as of 1902).

She is the most social of her family, frequently seen outside the Palace while her siblings are not . She can be found in both upper society functions, and sauntering down into the.... less savourey locations in London. She does so love to mingle. She is throughougly beloved by the people despite her collection of scandal, and is an extremely popular figure within society - captivates them, if you will.

The player can become aquainted with her at The Feast of The Rose, should you wish to spending some masquing at the Duchess' Banquet. She is also who helps you return to court in the making your name: persuasive arc. She does so have a penchant for the arts...

Most of all she is noted for her habit of honey - both the rumour of her having her own honey-den in veilgarden... and other, less savoury aspects around such.

The rest of the overview below the cut will be going into more detailed, more spoiler heavy, and dark matters

Content warnings: Child/infant endangerment, drug use, torture, bees mention

Matters Of The Palace And The Honey

'No one will tell you what happened, but the word 'traitor' is whispered in the palace corridors. You cry for your mother, and someone gives you a jar and a spoon to quiet you.' -A Crown Of Thorns

One cannot begin to go into the rest of The Princess' character without first going over the issue of the red honey. To go over the entire lore surronding red honey would be a whole post on its own, so i will give just a brief run down here.

Gaoler's honey, which is called red honey for the colour of its hue, is an eviler version of prionser's honey. It is made when bees crawl through people's mind, made of their memories. It is excrustiatingly painful for the victim, who relives the pain every time the honey produced from them is consumed. The Palace contains its own set of 'cage gardens' where people are imprisoned and their memories collected. Cheery, right?

The Princess and her family have all consumed the red honey, the whole of The Palace seeming to have taken to if very soon after the fall. How they got it so quickly after the fall, I don't know, but they seemed to have a lot of it going around.

Its likely The Princess was fed it from infancy, alongside her siblings and other family members. Text implies in general the children in the palace were heavily neglected after the fall, even being given the drugs to make them be quiet. Its...well, an utterly horrible image of how those kids were treated.

Oh yea and it turned all The Princess' siblings into horrifying monsters. The details around what happened are unclear, but it seems to be some connection between the frequent consumption and a 'bad batch' that did Something to the royal children, turning all but The Princess into physically monstrous forms. And most are still consuming it. 10/10, another great move by the british royal family.

It is very likely it is why she is as she is today. Whatever she is, she's not exactly human. She continues to consume it regularly, and on occasion 'shares' it with others.

What Exactly Is She

'Only the Captivating Princess looks as she did in the mirror. Among the nightmares, her beauty is worst of all. It rakes your eyes like fire. ' -The Gift

 "The change imposed by the Red Honey was a gift. As it was to me. The rest of our family proved... inadequate to the wonders on offer." - Reunion

I don't... know. Not really. Sunless skies has her shedding her skin and revealing a bee-like monster underneath, but that was after some considerable other lore stuff and in a different game, and i dont consider it directly applying with in FL.

Within the neath at least, The Princess is quite powerful. Not just for her political role and image as the beloved princess, but also for her seeming power of persuasion and adoration. Her beauty is considered maddening, everything pales to her existence, and its hard not to just immediatly fall to your knees and do every single thing she's asked of you~

Which while i'm sure is a common experience for some around pretty women, is clearly an indication of some sort of mental power here.

She's also considerably stronger then she looks, and i surely do not believe most would stand a chance against her in a physical fight. Nor do i personally believe simple weapons would do much to harm her.

'The Princess' expression curdles. She shoves the table, which sends plates spinning to the floor. She treads on meat as she advances. She has dropped the knife. She does not need it.' - Reunion

Matters Of Morality And Personality

'She points at the Spinster. "I had to compel her from retirement. Since her fiancee is my maid, I had leverage. She should have just done as I asked. Clearly, there's something wrong with her." - Say It With Flowers

The Princess is entitled, cruel, and uncaring towards others. Everything you'd expect from a british royal, but with the added effect of being literarly monstrous instead of just metaphorically. She evidently always expects to get what she wants and has a tendance towards aiming for suffering just for the sake of watching others suffer. And thats without getting in how her frequent use of red honey is directly causing extreme harm to the victims.

All of this tends to be hidden under her vaneer of sweetness. She acts so lovely and sweet and kind, and would do as she was sentencing someone to death. And that is something she'd be inclined to do. She has a penachant towards pet names, and is overly touchey/doesnt seem to care much at all about boundaries. Why would she?

'The Captivating Princess holds your chin in her sharp nailed hand. She stares, intently, at your face. ' - Say It With Flowers

'A happy voice rouses you. Delicate fingers are stroking your hair. "I knew you'd be perfect. So curious. So bold. So resolute. Thank you, for exceeding my estimation."' -The Gift

The Princess is also quick to change moods, becoming angry if she doesnt get her way, or becoming extremely bored rather quickly. If she's not interested in something, she's inclined to leave right away or ignore it, or find some other matter to entertain herself. She also doesn't get along with her family, having an intense rivlavry with one of her brothers (The Brooding Captain), and will often aim to sabotage and manipulate her siblings and other family members. Not to even get into what rumors surrond her suitors, most notably around their deaths...

The things and way she is in skies is all the more.... extreme.

Aims and Motivation

While its hard to say why she does a lot of other things, The Princess does seem to actually have an interest in the arts. When she ran for mayor in 1896, her slogan was “Make London Magnificent For Me.”, and her platform was pushing more for the public arts. Indeed, throughout her appearances in the games, art does seem to truly be an area she's interested in.

Beyond everything else though, The Princess is completely, and utterly bored. She cares little for the lives of those around her, and seems to take great pleasure in the suffering of others, and seemingly this is all related to The Princess' aim for entertainment.

'"Honestly? I'm entirely bored. I am either fawned on or feared, or – worst of all – pawed at by the infatuated. Everyone believes they know me, because of my family."' -1896 Election text

and.... well. If i'm to put my own word in here, I think in her own way, The Princess is lonely.

'And..." She hesitates for a moment. Her last words are hurried. "This is not a gift that should be borne alone."' - Reunion

The earlier line from the election speaks of being pawed at - that her boredom comes from either being fawned or feared, implying no one is truly looking at her. Two of her storylines tentivly involve trying to make another character be What She Is, that she not be alone in this.

She has done many cruel and vicious things, that is of note, but one can't help but think of the inherent tragedy of her character. Never once having a chance to be anything other then she is, being raised in a household that found it suitable to give drugs to children to get them to stop crying. Of never really having anyone like or love you, to everyone fawning at you immediatly with no true level of connection.

In short: The Princess is a horrible cruel woman, and there is an inherent tragey in the fact that she exists the way she does at all.

[jerzwriter]

BOOPED!

Carolina's phone would not stop "bleeping"! But when a friend helps her get to the bottom of it, she and Trystan are in for some startling discoveries about each other.

Book Boop: Crimes of Passion (post Book 2) Pairing: Trystan Thorne x Carolina Rose (F!MC) Characters: Luke Watanabe Summary: See above Rating: Teen Words: 2.150 A/N: All right, so I may have been a total party-pooper with the "boops," but that got me thinking how my OTPs would have handled them... and that led me here! I hope you enjoy it! Participating in @choicesaprilchallenge24 - prompt - "You're not going to believe what I just found."

*Bleep*

*Bleep*

*Bleep*

The utter silence of the Ginovesi Detective Agency’s offices was rattled each time Carolina’s phone “bleeped.” Trystan eyed the phone warily, glancing between it and Carolina every time it went off. For a woman who demanded complete silence when they were focusing on a case, she was doing her best to ignore it, but Trystan knew it was only a matter of time...

“¡Ay, Dios mío!” she cried out... and there it was. “¿Qué carajo es esto?”

Taking the phone in hand, she frantically tapped away at it, but the bleeps kept pouring in, and with each new arrival, Trystan watched as his girlfriend became more unhinged. “¿Qué es esta mierda?”

That’s when Luke entered the mix. Slinking into the office with his hands nonchalantly stuffed in his pockets, he slouched into a chair with a half smile.  

“Oh no. I heard nothing but Spanish coming out of you from way down the hall. This can’t be good.”

“It’s not!” Carolina spat as Trystan debated whether her frustration was utterly adorable or good cause for him to evacuate the office as quickly as possible. “I can’t get this fucking thing to stop bleeping!”

There were many things Trystan could have said or done, but as was often the case for the former prince, he reclined in his chair and chose chaos.

“It seems one of her former suitors isn’t taking the hint and won’t let go easily,” he smirked. “While I may no longer be a monarch, I still have some pull. One phone call to Lydea, my love, and I will have that man relieved of his testicles. Give me a name and number,” he winked. “I assure you, the bleeps will stop within the hour.”

Carolina glared at him with anger in her eyes, but despite her desire to remain cross, his stupid grin managed to do her in.

“Bold of you to assume it’s a he, your highness,” she derided. “There is a far greater likelihood that it would be a she. So, someone will be deprived the pleasure of performing an orchiectomy today.”

“An orchiectomy...” Luke queried, pulling up Google on his phone, but Trystan pushed it aside.

“Spare yourself the pain, man. It’s the art of relieving someone of their balls.”

“Ouch!” Luke shuddered. “Of course, I can see how the inability to do that would cause some Drakovian guard to fall into a deep depression, but still... ouch."

Trystan turned back to Carolina with a shrug. “It’s OK, love. They can remove body parts from women as well.”

“That’s so good to know,” she laughed. “But I’m afraid this isn’t as salacious as a spurned lover trying to get me to bend to their will.”

“Then what is it?” Trystan asked. “Your phone’s been going off all day, and I’ve never heard that notification tone before.”

“It’s,” she began, stopping herself as four curious eyes stared at her, eager for a response. “It’s... nothing. I’ll just turn the sound off my phone.”

“GASP!” Luke mocked. “During work hours! When you could potentially miss... something?”

It would have ended there for Luke, but Trystan wasn't done. Realizing something was amiss, he closely watched his love, not about to let her off the hook.

“Why don’t you just turn notifications off? What’s so embarrassing? Is it... Facebook?” he chuckled.

Carolina was an animal entrapped in a corner, desperate for an escape, but when it became clear that none existed, she surrendered. Burying her face into her hands with a languid groan... she confessed.

“I freaking wish! It’s .... worse!”

“Worse than Facebook?” Luke said with feigned horror. “What is it? Your old OKCupid app?”

“No!” Carolina said, throwing a pencil his way.

“Your old FarmersOnly account!!!”

“What?” Trystan snickered.

“I didn’t have a FarmersOnly account! Well, I did... but it was just a joke to frighten Uncle Tommy! Besides, I deleted that long ago!”

Trystan turned to Luke in confusion. “What... what’s FarmersOnly?”

“That’s unimportant, “Carolina interrupted. “It’s... it’s my Tumblr. I haven’t used it for longer than I can remember; I didn't even know it was still on my phone. But I’ve gotten like seven hundred notifications today, and I have no idea why!”

“So,” Luke shrugged. “Turn the notifications off.”

“I can’t! I forgot my password... and before you say it, I don’t remember what e-mail I created the account with. So I can’t reset it.”

“So,” Luke shrugged again. “Just delete the app! Problem solved.”

“But the detective in me needs to figure this out," she sighed. "Who knows why this is happening? When I go home tonight, I’ll try to remember what e-mail accounts I had circa 2016. Maybe I can figure it out.”

“It was probably something like myglitteringlittlenyyankeepony@ yahoo.com or something like that,” Luke laughed.

“More like LinaJeterClubPengin@hotmail.com,” she tittered.

“Dear Lord,” Trystan groused. "Both sound dreadful, but can we circle back to something potentially even more embarrassing? You had a Tumblr account?”

“Oh, shut up!” Carolina defended. “It was 2016! All the cool kids had a Tumblr account!”

“I didn’t,” Luke announced.

“I said cool,” Carolina retorted. Still, Trystan was undeterred.

“What on earth did you use your Tumblr account for? Were you in a fandom?”

He had intended to let it go, but when Carolina’s cheeks turned brighter than any apple he ever witnessed in a Cordonian orchard, he knew the quest was just beginning. Raising a brow in wicked delight, he teased. “Yesssss....”

“I was into Divergent,” she said, raising her hands. “Big fan... The Hunger Games, too.”

“All right,” Trystan nodded with a smile. “I can see that....”

But now it was Luke’s turn to incite, “Really? Because I could have sworn you once told me you used to write fanfiction for Princess Di.....”

“Obviously, you’re mistaken!” Carolina shouted. “Katniss! Katniss x Peeta, my OTP! That’s why I was on Tumblr!”

“Wait,” Trystan interrupted. “Princess Di? Were you into Princess Diana?”

“No,” Carolina spat. “Luke is just losing his mind, that’s all!”

“Oh, come now, princess,” Luke chided. “Is this the foundation you want to build your relationship on? A throne of lies?”  

“No,” Trystan smiled gleefully. “Thrones of lies are bad. Very bad."

“I believe they are,” Luke chuckled. "I'm sorry, Carolina. It’s confession time.”

Trystan slunk over to Carolina’s side, playfully nudging her with his shoulder. “Time’s up, dear. Tell me the truth, or I’ll have to employ ancient Drakovian torture measures to get you to speak!"

“Yeah! And not the kinky ones you’re into!” Luke grinned.

“Fine,” Carolina exhaled with disgust, her voice barely a whisper. “I was very into... The Princess Diaries."

Trystan’s lips began to curl, the dimple in his cheek becoming more pronounced. “I’m sorry... what?”

“The Princess Diaries! OK!! I used to love The Princess Diaries!”

“In 2016!” Luke scoffed. “Weren’t those movies popular in like... 2004?”  

"So?! I was a little behind the times. I was a nerd... so sue me! My Tumblr was all about The Princess Diaries... are you satisfied now?” She asked, hiding her face in shame.

Trystan rubbed his chin in delight as he allowed Carolina to sweat it out, thinking of the best way to torture his prey.  

“The Princess Diaries! This all makes so much sense now!”

“What?” Luke wondered aloud. “That she always had a soft spot for monarchy scum?”

“Well, yes,” Trystan responded. “ But, seriously... how long did you have these fantasies about being a long-lost princess, my dear?”

“What! Never! I’m a Boricua from the Bronx! A freaking badass, bisexual Boricua from the Bronx! Being a princess was nothing I aspired to!”

“Yet you were writing Princess Diaries fanfic?” Trystan tsked. “Then... you relentlessly pursued me.”

Horrified, she slammed her hand on the desk. “I DID NOT!!! You know I didn’t!”

“I’m not sure what to believe anymore, Carolina. Right now, I’m feeling sort of cheap and used.”

Luke howled with laughter. “In fairness, there’s nothing cheap about you, Trystan. Used? Sure, I can see that. But cheap? No way.”

“Thank you, Luke,”  Trystan acknowledged.

“Don’t mention it.”

But Carolina wasn't smiling. “I never had some monarchy fetish! I just liked the stupid movie! It was escapism for me, OK? But you know damn well you being a royal was a detriment to me, not a bonus! I wasn’t all, ‘Oh, now I need to land this guy!’ you know that!”

“I can't be sure anymore. I think I have to have this investigated to make sure your intentions with me are pure!”

“You know that’s not a bad idea,” Luke nodded as he typed away on his laptop. “I do know of a good agency that could help you.”

“LUKE!” Carolina yelled, so flustered that she hadn’t noticed her phone stopped bleeping several minutes before.

“Relax... princess...” Luke teased. “I just hacked into your Tumblr. The bleeping should stop now.

“But... how?” She asked, immediately catching his sarcastic stare. “Yeah, don’t bother answering that.”

Trystan stood over her shoulder as she opened the app. “700 notifications? Seriously, why the hell did I get all these notifications today?”

“It looks like they were having some kind of a “boop” thing for April Fools? I guess it’s like the old Facebook poke? Everyone seems to be sending boops.”  

“But why?” Carolina asked, dumbfounded. "Don't people have better things to do with their time?"

“Look,” Luke chirped. “I'm capable of doing a great many things, but making sense out of anything that happens on Tumblr.... that’s asking too much...even of me.”

“True,” Carolina mumbled. 

“He makes sense,” Trystan nodded in agreement. “Now, let’s read some of your old fanfic.”

“Oh, hell no!” Carolina insisted. “There’s no way!”

“Please?” Trystan begged, with puppy-dog eyes in full effect.

“All right, fine! But only on one condition!”

“Name it!”

“You show me your old Tumblr... and don’t lie and tell me you didn’t have one. We both know you did.”

“Sorry, my love,” Trystan shrugged. “But I didn’t.”

The couple turned to Luke when he sighed again. “Do you really want to start this relationship sitting on a throne of lies, Trystan? Or should I call you PlayfulPrince315.  Dude! Using your actual birthday? I know you were a tween then, but still, you should have known better!”  

“Playful... Prince?” Carolina beamed. “OK, Mr. Playful, what were you doing on Tumblr?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” he winked. “I was searching for beautiful want-to-be princesses from the Bronx.”  

“Nah,” Luke laughed. “Minecraft. He was into Minecraft.”

“Really?” Trystan asked, dragging a hand down his face.

“Hey, I outed Carolina, and she’s my best friend. You knew you weren’t safe.”

“Minecraft?” Carolina said with mock disgust. “Tell me it wasn’t Minecraft porn... please?”

“WHAT?" Trystan asked in shock. "Was that even a thing?”

“Sadly, it was,” Carolina laughed. “I’m sorry, but I need to know if you were into that. I don’t care how long ago it was; I am not marrying any man who once got off to Minecraft porn.”

A devilish grin slowly spread on Trystan’s face as he stepped confidently toward Carolina.

“Marry... you say?” His grin miraculously grew wider. “Have you been thinking about marrying me, Carolina?”

“I... uh, I...” she couldn't have been more grateful for Luke jumping out of his seat.

“Well, I think I’ll leave you two alone. You can handle this conversation without me.”

He headed toward the door, but not before handing Trystan a scrap of paper. “Here, this is your Tumblr password, Playful Prince. You two can figure out your weird pasts alone.”

“Oh, like you didn’t have weird things in your past!” Carolina yelled after him.

“At least they aren't archived for prosperity on Tumblr,” Luke grinned. “And I’m relieved to say it doesn’t look like Ruby has to deal with that, either. But I can’t wait to tell her about the two of yours.”

Luke whistled as he exited, turning one more time before shutting the door. “Oh, and Playful one? You got 200 fewer boops than Carolina... and you’re royalty, man? Embarrassing! Just... embarrassing! I don't think she should consider marrying you!"

Trystan turned to his blushing girlfriend. "So, back to that marrying thing.... how often does that cross your mind?"

"Uh, you know what," she said, reaching up for a soft but passionate kiss. "Why don't I tell you all about FarmersOnly instead."

"Uninterested," he beamed.

"All right," she said, pulling out her phone. "Then let's say I allow you to read 3,500 words of angst I wrote about Princess Mia and Prince Harry circa 2016?"

Trystan's eyes lit up. "Seriously?"

"Here," she said, handing him her phone. "Go through my whole masterlist. By the time you're done... you'll forget anything else."

Trystan slunk back into the chair, tossing his feet on the desk for comfort. "Don't count on it," he winked. "Don't count on that... at all."

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Tagging others separately.

[purgemarchlockdown]

Deeper....Go Deeper

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God I meant to do all the girls, but then I realized that I want to write everyone in the Black Rose Elevator, and also have Art for ALL TEN PRISONERS....so I'm just going to post these on there own because i plan to draw DIFFERENT art for them in the Black Rose Elevator.

Do you think if Es just had a dramatic sword fight with the Prisoners as they monologue about their problems, it would be a more effective form of Interrogation?

[cecilxa]

quand tu es avec moi

summary: cyno's experienced so much, but you're the one he'll never regret

contents: fluff, possible ooc, character-centric, gn!reader, cyno being soft

cw: none i can think of, tell me if you find any!

recommend listening to: je te lasserai des mots by patrick watson

a/n: surprise i'm back! french translates to: 'when you're with me'

Cyno yearns for a certain type of love. A love that runs so deep, flowing through the crevices of his heart; a love that softens his stares, and hardens his resolve. Cyno wants a love that takes his calloused hands in theirs, and proclaims they will stay with him as long as the stars shine above; as long as his morality never wavers; as long as he will never stop chasing this love he craves. Cyno’s never been one to indulge in such pleasures; never been one to stop and smell the roses, if given the chance. Yet- when he sees your smile- he’s reminded of dainty elegance, tenderly accompanied by a pleasant floral fragrance. He yearns for a certain type of love- a love that only you can give. 

It’s the way he would do anything for you. Cyno’s a man of his own word, so what would make you think he wouldn’t? It’s a rare sight to see the General Mahamatra strolling through the Grand Bazaar so casually, but when you’re lying in bed with a cold, his eyes mingled with concern. Only the best medicine will do. And when he arrives next to you, sitting by your side, you’ll protest that he’ll get sick, and he’ll tell you a joke. It’s not going to be an extremely funny one, but you’re going to smile, and he thinks that’s all that matters. 

Pearlescent sands, shimmering galaxies full of stars, fine threads on a purple headdress. You cannot count the quantity of such large amounts; you cannot begin to imagine how Cyno counts the times he gets lost in your eyes. Over and over again, patrolling the desert, idly browsing through a new set of TCG cards, he likes to think about you. Caresses of the gentlest touch, alike a feather’s soft brush against your cheek. Lingering stares, like a wolf’s piercing gaze. And with each single thought- Cyno can hear your voice in his ears- an infestation he has no desire to purge, and he knows his heart beats full. 

Because even though he’s only known you for a few years in his- albeit, relatively short- lifetime, it feels as if he’s known you for longer. He may not believe in past lives, but if they did exist, Cyno’s sure that he’d search for you in every single one. And if he happened to never find you, he’d keep on searching; uncovering every rock, crossing every ocean, just seeking for your company. Because what kind of soldier would he be without the light that guides his way?

Between close confidants, closer friends, and closest allies, it’s no secret that he often makes jokes when he truly trusts you. As bad as they may be, eliciting several sighs and grimaces, they lighten the stoic atmosphere he brings with his forthcoming personality. He likes them, too, and who is anyone to dare say that they do not bring people closer together? Because you’ve known him, and Tighnari knows him, and Collei knows him, and he’s cracked pun after pun, and you’ve never gotten tired of him. Moreso, unbeknownst to you, every time he makes one, a pair eyes seemingly glance in your direction- just for a few seconds- and when they’ve ascertained there’s a gleam of amusement shining under yours, he reclines back with a satisfied smile. 

Cyno likes to be near you. Your presence- it’s something that makes his heart run faster and cheeks burn up. He likes being able to sit next to you, and talk about his new TCG deck while you nod and hum attentively, not noticing how he’s staring at you so unabashedly, explaining the intricate details of his commissioned art. He likes being able to sit next to you as you both recount the memories you’ve shared, all from a simple dinner to an exhilarating chase. He likes losing track of time with you, as the sun dips down over the horizon, and the moon comes out of its slumber. 

Most of all, he likes you. No. ‘Like’ carries feelings that are too shallow. Love would be a better descriptor. Unfaltering, unashamedly, bravely, hopelessly in love. Cyno’s set of scales is as ever-present as you seem to be in his head; he dares to gaze up at the desert night sky and let his heart guide his way, uninterrupted by the incessant hustle and bustle of the city. He can feel you by his side, feels your hand held firmly in his, staring up at the same glimmering stars.

It’s time to go back home. 

a/n: after the windblume event quest, my mind's been so full of cyno recently and i love that we get to see a new side to him that we didn't in the archon and story quest <3 likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 🫶

[good-beansdraws]

Massive Milgramsona art/info dump as a treat to myself!! Alas, my fatal flaw is being unable to shut up about anything even while simultaneously embarrassed/nervous to share, so here's literally all the info I have on her 😅

Profile:

Name: For the sake of posting online I’ll call her Rose!

Number: 012

Color: #E7355B

Age: She’d be 20 when Milgram started

Status: Milgram Staff, Machine Technician

Song genre: Pop/theater (a mix of Mahiru and Kazui's vibes)

Backstory: She is studying abroad in Japan to work on technology related to the mv machine when she stumbles into top secret info about the trials. Horrified at the lack of prior testing, she demands to be included in the experiment to make sure the brand new tech runs smoothly and doesn't harm anyone in the process. To prevent her leaking info to the public and deciding an extra participant wouldn't hurt, Milgram agrees.

Role: Rose performs routine maintenance and updates on the extraction machine, and checks in with prisoners' health to make sure it's not having any adverse effects. She listens in on the interrogations, ringing the bell to signal Es when the machine is ready for use (re: my theory on how it works >:3). She then watches the mvs after Es to make sure there are no glitches.

(Though she is a personal milgramsona, her role in the story is supposed to reflect the audience's experience overall when it comes to how much info we know, emotions we experiencing regarding guilt/responsibility, and how much power over events we actually have given the voting system and trial breaks.)

Trial 1

Jackalope's comments during trial commencement: Oh, I almost forgot participant 012, Rose. We've never had more than one staff member before, so we figured that sort of numbering would be fine. Hey, don't look at me, it's not like it was our idea to include her. She's not a prisoner -- the only crime she's committed is sticking her nose where it didn't belong... You can ask her for the details, but she's just here for maintenance on our extraction machine. It's not easy keeping that thing running smoothly, you know? As part of her duties, she'll be privy to all the same information as you, but don't let her be any more of a busybody than she already is -- she has absolutely no authority when it comes to your verdict decisions, got it?

MV: Mic Check - “Can anyone hear me?”

VD: Positive Feedback

Cover: Pathological Facade - Ghost

Her album would release last in line. The VDs aren't interrogations since there's been no crime -- Es asks about her duties and observations of the prison. In them, she admits her predictions that she and Es will eventually be on trial for their involvement in the prisoner's fates.

Thus, her mvs are focused on her emotions towards the prisoners, her pride in helping bring justice, and her guilt at providing Milgram a means to pass judgement on people she cared about. I'm going to Goncharov the actual mvs/songs, but Mic Check is generally an introduction to her job behind the scenes prepping the equipment that will allow the prisoners' songs to be heard, as well kick off symbolism of her as a performer herself. She'll make a comment about how the experiment is leading to tragedy, "as if someone said Macbeth" (then covers her mouth, as she's standing in a theater herself).

I kept getting tripped up looking for Deco*27 songs that worked and weren't already taken, so I decided to go with some favorites and vibe-matching songs from other artists!

Comments during trial closing: It's good to hear you weren't a pushover when Rose gave her thoughts on the verdicts -- you guys disagreed on quite a few of them, eh? Ah... so she's not the type to pick fights, is that it? I guess that explains how she's managed to get along with everyone. (sigh) Even you knew better than to get attached like that. Well, at least she's kept our machine up and running the whole time.

Trial 2

Commencement: Now I need to wake Rose. We're going to need some extra upgrades to our machine if we want to get the most out of this round of extractions. I've got a sneaking suspicion that she and her bleeding heart are going to try and sway you during this trial. Her duty is specifically to look out for the prisoners' safety, but yours is only to judge them. Don't forget that.

MV: Changement - “Don’t say ‘break a leg,’ if it might just break.”

VD: Control Variable

Cover: TOXY - Kujiragi

I did my best to write out the title pronunciation out in katakana since I wanted it as the name of the dance move, not a direct translation of meaning. I went with シャジェモ "sha-je-mo" as the closest I could get to the "shanj-mou" sound, but feel free to correct me if there's a better way to write it. The door is based off of various set designs for Clara's home in The Nutcracker. (There's no deep meaning that this is the only one not opening -- I realized too late all the others are cracked open and my art app doesn't have the tools to easily fix that so I'm sticking with it 😭)

A changement is a small jump in ballet -- I thought it was fun to combine that (which means "to change") with Control Variable (refering to the variable in an experiment that never changes). The video shows conflicting emotions as her decisions/inaction caused so much to happen between trials, yet at the same time she feels like there's so much she'll be unable to change even if she really wants to intervene. Her mvs show the prisoners pretty regularly (since they are her crime, she's realized), and the teaser line is paired with references to Mahiru's broken leg.

The thumbnail combines different areas of study -- mechanical, medical, musical, mathematical (theater spotlight, muscles, Weakness notes, motion formulas). I think it's super cool how many areas of expertise are passed around the fanbase when discussing the characters. I've picked up new facts about plants, food, anatomy, geography, music, animals language, (sigh. color theory.), hobbies, professions, mythology, etc from fans with different fields of knowledge. While that's one of my favorite aspects of the project from the outside, I think it would be super intimidating to someone on the inside trying to tackle so much information at once.

Closing: As for Rose... (laughs) I thought she was dooming herself before--! Not only has she gotten hopelessly attached to everyone over the course of this trial, she's even started a relationship with one of the prisoners! And of all the people she could have chosen... Eh? Oh no, we have no policies against that for our staff. I mean, the whole point of Milgram is to explore human nature, the power of emotions, the complexities of connections, all that crap. I'm just grateful she shows a bit more common sense when she's operating the machine...

Trial 3

MV: Showstopper - “There won’t be applause, but I’ll take a bow, okay?���

VD: Please Exit Left

Cover: Ironina - Nilfruits

I don't know the album theme yet, but this is the tentative sprite and thumbnail design. The T2 sprite was kind of an "innocent" one, since at the beginning she still has faith in her role in the prison, excited to work with everyone there. (Plus, I joined the fandom a little after t2 started so that's peak excitement time lol). The T3 sprite has much more of a "guitly" feel to it because, at the end of T2 and after this hiatus, she'd harbor a lot more guilt about her position and fear about the experiment's conclusion. As a fun little detail, her pencil has been replaced with a more permanent utensil as final verdicts are locked in.

Now listen. My artist brain was constantly fighting my science brain when doing sprite designs -- I know gloves like that and nothing else isn't proper PPE. I know none of those are safety shoes (god forbid wearing just socks??? to the lab???). There should be no jewellery at all. The whole point of a lab coat is that you don't roll up the sleeves and expose your bare skin. However. It's anime character design. There can be compromise.

Referencing Rose's personal life as a performance and comparing Milgram's trials to one, I wanted the mv to play on "showstopper" as both a great show and a literal attempt to stop the project before it reaches its finale. There would be creepy comparisons in the mv between operating stage equipment and prison executions: curtain/set ropes and nooses, heavy duty lightswitches and electric chairs, etc.

Misc.

And lightening things up again -- birthday art and minigrams :3

Birth flower: Camellias. Pink camellias symbolize love but also longing. The fact that they bloom in winter, and have a quick death (the entire flower wilts at once, instead of individual petals falling off), have inspired different meanings in different cultures -- overcoming hard times, facing death in battle, inseparable lovers, and so on

Three minigrams featuring my own annoyance that her design is a bit close to Shidou's coat/gloves look, a mandatory short joke, and a pun that works so perfectly for my Put-In-Situations guy

[good-beans]

(Milgram self-insert oc masterpost hehe)

Name: For the sake of posting online I’ll call her Rose!

Color: #E7355B [the pink in the art]

Age: I guess she’d be 20 given when Milgram started huh.

Status: Milgram Staff, Machine Technician

Symbols/imagery: ballet/musical theater, science experiments

Song genre: very similar to Mahiru's, something upbeat and extra pop-y

Tentatively she's number 011? She's not really prisoner but she's also not free to come and go, so I'm not actually sure if she'd get a number (Edit: I've decided she'll actually be 012. Staff is given the 01X range, and even though Es doesn't actively have a number they'd be staff member 011, making her 012.)

Story: Since the project is supposed to be realistic/present day, the mv machine would be brand new and unpredictable tech, so they’d want someone keeping up on maintenance and making sure the brain-invasive process won’t cause any harm to the prisoners. Rose was studying abroad in Japan working on some cool neuroscience tech (irl I know nothing about technology or brains but shh) and she stumbled upon some secret tech/plans from Milgram. Long story short, she was dragged into the experiment to make sure things ran smoothly.

Writer's Reasoning: She’s really fun for me to play around with, as she allows me to work with a character who has a tiny bit of pull over Es’ mindset in conversation but not the final decision (aka mirroring the voting system), and someone who is simultaneously trapped in the prison but has a reason to see all the canon content.* I really enjoy the character interactions and dynamics Milgram has set up so far, so it’s been super fun seeing how things change for better and worse when someone not quite aligned with either Milgram/the prisoners is thrown into the mix!

*As much as I love dramatic irony in fiction, it would drive me crazy if I knew every detail of of the vds/mvs but Rose didn't – and every single Milgram character is The Worst Communicator Ever so I couldn’t justify that she’d hear it secondhand from them...

Story roles:

She’s a bit conflicted -- she’s officially Milgram staff and knows she should remain neutral on the prisoners, since she won’t be allowed to interfere with the process/executions. At the same time, her job description is literally “make sure the machine doesn't hurt them and everyone's safe :)” and she's way too emotional to avoid getting hopelessly attached to everyone 😅

I really enjoy the theory that the machine extracts videos based off of priming, so one of Rose’s duties involves listening in on the interrogation and making sure there’s been enough material discussed/not too much time has passed overall (hence the ringing of the bell happening at different lengths for each vd -- That's her ringing it :3). She then watches the mvs along with Es to make sure there are no machine glitches, and know how to calibrate it better for next time.

(IEdit: I've since decided to add in official trial mvs, but before when I wasn't ready to tackle that:) She has to run some tests on the machine to make sure things are calibrated correctly, so she'd extract little things here and there. It gives me the opportunity to think up lyric snippets and recurring symbols for her without worrying about full encompassing music videos.

I'm not afraid to admit she can fall into Mary Sue territory every so often by being everyone's friend, because it's less about "aw everyone likes her" and more about "canon is too painful rn and I need a fix-it tool to take care of these guys and give them hugs and tell them someone forgives them and cares about them and unfortunately these characters wouldn't let anyone less than a friend do that." Rest assured she's definitely not perfect and will fuck everything up on occasion :3

Miscellaneous: Whenever I play around with normal au ideas she's still working on the machine (but in a public, more ethical setting), and she's Mahiru's roommate :) Her character isn't super focused on love, but if I had to pick a cover song it'd be Stickybug II. It's very much my vibe, the lyrics fit well enough (better than most songs, at least lol) and it's one of my favorites out of my limited knowledge of unchosen Deco songs! (Edit, I've actually given her non-deco cover songs hehe)

So yeah, I hope she's not too boring without a cool crime to decipher, but I wanted to share since I was really proud of her! It took a bit of tinkering to find a way to fit her into a perfect secret-third-thing role that runs very smoothly with all of canon, so I was very excited!

[bettiepagetheblackangel]

The Art of Dorian Cleavenger

Bettie Page - Dominatrix by Dorian Cleavenger

Litle Devil by Dorian Cleavenger

Dorian Cleavenger is an American artist known for his work in the field of illustration, especially in the fantasy and science fiction genres. A declared fan of the Xena series, at the 2000 Comic Con he met actress Alexandra Tydings, an actress who played the Goddess Aphrodite in the series. Dorian Cleavenger confessed that Aphrodite was one of his favorite characters, asking her to pose for him. Other inspirations for Dorian Cleavenger have been the actress Julie Strain (1962-2021) and our beloved Bettie Page (1923-2008). Bettie's influence on Dorian's work is recognizable in illustrations such as 'Compromise', 'The Contract' or 'The Gate'. Cleavenger has published several books collecting his works, such as "The New Works and Visions of Dorian Cleavenger" and "Art Fantastix 15 The Latest Works & Visions Of Dorian Cleavenger." He has collaborated in the Cover Art of different musical groups such as:

Psycho Scream "Virtual Insanity" (1994 - Demo) Danzig "Circle of Snakes" 2004 Circle of Snakes Dofka "Humanity Bleak" 2010 Artwork Ironflame "Lightning Strikes the Crown" 2017

Compromise by Dorian Cleavenger

The Gate by Dorian Cleavenger

Dorian Cleavenger es un artista estadounidense conocido por su trabajo en el campo de la ilustración, especialmente en los géneros de fantasía y ciencia ficción. Fan declarado de la serie de Xena en la Comic Con del año 2000 conocio a la actriz Alexandra Tydings, actriz que interpretaba en la serie a la Diosa afrodita, Dorian Cleavenger confeso que Afrodita era uno de sus personajes favoritos, pidiendole que posara para él. Otras inspiraciones para Dorian Cleavenger han sido la actriz Julie Strain (1962-2021) y nuestra querida Bettie Page (1923-2008). La influencia de Bettie en la obra de Dorian es reconocible en ilustraciones como 'Compromise','The Contract' o 'The Gate'. Cleavenger ha publicado varios libros que recopilan sus obras, como "The New Works and Visions of Dorian Cleavenger" y "Art Fantastix 15 The Latest Works & Visions Of Dorian Cleavenger". Ha colaborado en el Cover Art de diferentes grupos músicales como:

Psycho Scream "Virtual Insanity" (1994 - Demo) Danzig "Circle of Snakes" 2004 Circle of Snakes Dofka "Humanity Bleak" 2010 Artwork Ironflame "Lightning Strikes the Crown" 2017

The Poet by Dorian Cleavenger

Bettie Page with Rose Petals (2005)by Dorian Cleavenger

Bettie Page - Angel by Dorian Cleavenger

[t0uka-chan]

✰Riddle Rosehearts - SSR Platinum Jacket - Traducción al Español

La carta se obtiene al conseguir la carta de cumpleaños de Riddle en su respectivo banner, y para desbloquear su historia personal se debe subir el nivel de la carta (Lv40) y el nivel de episodio de la misma (Episodio 3).

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¡Feliz 100 Aniversario!

Land of Dawning - Museo Nacional de Arte

Riddle:  No puedo creer que haya tantas obras maestras de arte en exhibición… Este es un museo verdaderamente maravilloso.

Riddle: Veamos…creo que por esta área se haya el cuadro de la Reina de Corazones…Ah, ahí está!

Riddle: Esta obra representa la escena en la que la Reina apareció ante los soldados de Naipes… una figura muy digna.

???: Sus expresiones faciales y la forma en que sus dedos recogen su vestido son realmente elegantes. ¡Ese vestido de color rojo y negro luce fascinante!

Rook: Es una pieza que resalta el encanto de la majestuosa Reina de Corazones.

Riddle: “¿Es…encantador?” Fufu~ suena como algo que diría Rook-senpai. Pero pensándolo bien, no lo había visto de esa manera.

Riddle: Se dice que ella siempre usó este vestido junto a una corona de oro, incluso durante los juicios importantes.

Rook: Supongo que eso significa que iba vestida formalmente como una reina. Hm~ tambien estoy interesado en otros conjuntos de prendas~

Rook: Como su atuendo del día a día, Roi des Roses~

Riddle: Eh? ¿Cómo? ¿mio? No es algo lo suficientemente especial como para interesar al sublíder del Dormitorio Pomefiore, pero…

Riddle: Básicamente, no suelo usar ropas muy informales sino casual-elegantes. Y eso que mis padres siempre decían que llevara ropa formal o con corbata…

Rook: ¡Ropa elegante, con clase, algo típico de ti!

Riddle: Gracias. Me alegra oírte decir eso porque es el tipo de prendas que prefiero.

Riddle: Sin embargo, parece que hay algunas situaciones que no puedo afrontar con mi “ropa de todos los días”...

Rook: Oya? ¿En serio?

Riddle: Así es. Una vez, cuando cuatro de nosotros, incluyéndome, decidimos ir a una tienda de conveniencia en el pueblo al pie de la montaña para comprar suministros para las actividades del club…

Riddle: Todos los que estaban en el punto de encuentro parecían confundidos al verme y preguntaron “¿Realmente irás vestido así?

Riddle: Llevaba ropa deportiva porque era parte de las actividades del club y quizás podría llevar equipaje pesado.

Rook: Oh!, vaya, vaya. Definitivamente es un conjunto con el que es fácil moverse pero… puede que haya sido demasiado soso o poco común ir con eso puesto hasta el pueblo.

Riddle: Si… tienes razón, debí haber llevado algo más casual y rústico. Sin embargo no tengo conjuntos que sean holgados o con los que sea fácil moverse.

Riddle: Por eso, consulté con Cater y Ace quienes saben más de la moda.

Riddle: En vacaciones, cuando tuve que salir a comprar cosas para el club, les pregunté qué tipo de ropa era apropiado vestir…

Rook: Ciertamente deben saber mucho de moda. ¿Entonces, cómo reaccionaron ambos?

Riddle: Me dijeron que mi ropa informal era demasiado formal y que se vería raro si saliese junto a otros estudiantes ya que les incomodaría…

Riddle: Sin embargo, no se cuando tendré otra oportunidad de volver a salir en grupo con otros estudiantes.

Riddle: Como es de mala educación hacer sentir incómodo a tus compañeros, decidimos que esto debía mejorarse cuanto antes.

Riddle: Cuando les hablé de esto, me sugirieron varias formas de crear un look tosco con la ropa que tenía a mano.

Riddle: Por ejemplo, llevar una camisa sin corbata dejando abierto el botón superior.

Rook: Ciertamente eso lo haría parecer menos formal y más informal.

Riddle: Si, lo sé… pero mm, no me siento cómodo a menos que los botones del cuello estén bien cerrados, aunque sea solo para vestir menos formal.

Rook: Hmm, supongo que eso significa que no era adecuado del todo para Riddle-kun.

Riddle: Es tal y como mencionas, por eso le informé a Cater y a los demás sobre esto y, después de repetidos debates…

Riddle: Llegué a la conclusión de que podía hacerlo más informal cambiando la tela y la talla en lugar de mi forma de vestir.

Rook: ¡Ya veo! Incluso si usas una chaqueta, se verá bastante informal si la tela es suave o delgada, como una sudadera.

Riddle: Exacto. Cambiando la manera de ver las cosas se puede llegar a un buen resultado…Fufu~ nuestros soldados de naipes son excelentes con su trabajo, no lo crees~?

Riddle: Después de eso, salimos los tres al pueblo al pie de la montaña y les pedí que escogieran algo de ropa…

Riddle: Si alguna vez vuelvo a salir con mis compañeros de clase en el futuro, planeo usar la ropa que compré para esa ocasión.

Rook: ¿Es este un cuadro basado en la leyenda del hijo del dios del trueno? Es impresionante verlo con una expresión tan valiente junto con el Pegaso a su lado.

Riddle: Exacto, ese Pegaso siempre estuvo a su lado acompañándolo en cada batalla.

Riddle: Cada vez que me encuentro con el folclore que lo rodea, me vienen a la mente pensamientos sobre un buen compañero.

Rook: ¿Tendrá ese compañero un pelaje hermoso?

Rook: El otro día escuché que te fue muy bien en la competencia del club ecuestre.

Riddle: Jaja, así es, creo que he construido una relación de confianza con Vorpal. A pesar de que tuvimos que recorrer un largo camino lleno de dificultades  antes de llegar a donde estamos ahora.

Rook: Ah si?

Riddle: Tiempo atrás, cuando acababa de unirme al club, me pidieron que diera un paseo con Vorpal.

Riddle: Sin embargo, caballos como Vorpal suelen ser bastante nobles y orgullosos, es por eso que ellos eligen a quienes se les permite montarlos.

Riddle: Debido a eso, aparentemente no se le permitió a nadie montarlo excepto a un talentoso líder que se graduó hace tres años…

Riddle: Durante un tiempo, despues de unirme al club de ecuestre, a menudo se me negaba montar a Vorpal e incluso usar una silla de montar, lo cual resultaba una tarea difícil.

Riddle: Vorpal tiene mucho orgullo y mal carácter. En esos tiempos me sentía completamente frustrado al no poder domarlo correctamente…

Riddle: Hoy en día, cuando visito los establos, el caballo gira la cabeza para saludarme, como si me estuviese esperando.

Rook: ¿Eso significa que los días que pasaron juntos terminaron conmoviendo el corazón de ese noble compañero~?

Rook: Ah~ Beauté, que hermosa relación~!

Riddle: Ahm, siento que lo hermoso es un poco exagerado. Pero si confieso que me alegré mucho cuando me reconoció como su jinete…

Riddle: Más tarde me enteré que me asignaron a Vorpal debido al acoso de mis senpais.

Riddle: Esperaban que me diera por vencido con Vorpal y así renunciar al club.

Rook: El acoso no es nada bueno, ¿Por qué ocurrió tal situación?

Riddle: Según lo que escuché, fue porque le advertí al senpai, que estaba a cargo de limpiar el establo, que dejara de faltar a sus deberes…

Riddle: Solo estaba siendo obvio, así que no hubo razón para que me guardara rencor.

Rook: Superaste con éxito los desafíos que se te presentaron y lograste triunfar junto a tu compañero.

Rook: Jaja, suena bastante dramático, ¿no crees? ¡Es como el héroe de un cuento que se niega a aceptar su destino!

Riddle: Bueno, siento que eso tambien es una exageración…

Riddle: Estoy más que orgulloso de haberme convertido en compañero de Vorpal.

Riddle: Incluso el acoso frívolo no es un obstáculo para mí. Esto también es prueba de ello.

Riddle: Esto… se trata de una obra que representa una escena en la que el Mago del Desierto sostiene un escarabajo dorado.

Riddle: El cielo nocturno azul oscuro y la luz dorada, esta es… una foto que se dice que es extremadamente hermosa debido a sus vívidos colores.

Rook: Al combinar este escarabajo con su contraparte, se convierte en la llave que te conducirá a la cueva mágica. Esa era la tradición.

Riddle: Ajá, se dice que el Mago del Desierto ofreció una generosa recompensa a quien encontrara uno.

Rook: Debe haber sido algo de gran valor para él.

Rook: Después de encontrar una importante llave perdida, es necesario tener mucho cuidado para no volver a perderla.

Riddle: Fufu~, si, la responsabilidad de guardar una llave así, es muy importante.

Rook: Oh, Riddle-kun, ¿Estás cuidando tus preciados tesoros?

Riddle: Aunque no fuese un tesoro… nadie quisiese que un extraño tocase tus preciadas cosas, no?

Rook: ¡Ups! Creo que espié la vida privada de alguien por error. Si es así, permíteme disculparme.

Riddle: No te preocupes. Este objeto no es más que el diario del líder de dormitorio. Además de los asuntos compartidos en las reuniones de líderes y los registros del trabajo del líder del dormitorio…

Riddle: También hay descripciones sobre los estudiantes del dormitorio, por lo que no podemos permitir que tal información se filtre a personas externas…

Rook: Jeje, puedo ver claramente que Riddle-kun está cumpliendo con sus deberes como líder de dormitorio con sentido de responsabilidad.

Riddle: Registrar y gestionar los detalles más pequeños ayudará a gestionar de una mejor manera el dormitorio~

Riddle: Sin embargo, últimamente he estado escribiendo cada vez más, ¿Diría que ha aumentado la cantidad de texto dedicado a hechos característicos cotidianos?

Rook: Suena interesante, ¿Está bien si le pido que me diga el contenido en la medida en que no cause ningún daño?

Riddle: Como quedarse atrapado en una discusión tonta entre Ace y Deuce…

Riddle: Se debe a un problema que ocurrió cuando dos estudiantes del dormitorio Onboro asistieron a una fiesta de “No cumpleaños”...

Riddle: Si la cantidad de contenido a registrar va en aumento, escribirlo se convierte en un desafío.

Riddle: Mi vida diaria ha ido cambiando a un ritmo vertiginoso que no podría haber imaginado,desde el momento en que me convertí en el líder de Heartslabyul.

Riddle: A medida que ha aumentado la cantidad de texto que escribo por día, el ritmo al que se reemplazan mis notas también se ha vuelto mucho más rápido.

Rook: Lo que Riddle-kun lleva ahora es más un diario que un registro. ¡La razón por la que tiene más cosas que escribir es…

Rook: ¿No es prueba de que su vida se ha vuelto aún más brillante y satisfactoria que antes?

Riddle: Mi diario…. ¿es así?

Rook: Wii! Cuando mi corazón se mueve, mis pensamientos se desbordan y no puedo parar de escribir poemas.

Rook: Vaya, parece que te he retenido por un tiempo. Me disculparé ahora~. Hasta luego, Riddle-kun.

Riddle: Si Rook-senpai. Bueno, es hora de que pase a la siguiente sala de exposición… ¿hmm?

Riddle: ¿Es esta una representación de la escena de la fiesta de té en la que aparece esa niña curiosa?

Riddle: Su comportamiento carece de decencia, como participar en fiestas de té sin ser invitada y beber pociones mágicas sin el permiso del propietario.

Riddle: Se dice que estaba buscando un camino a casa… pero no creo que lo hubiese encontrado…

Riddle: no importa a dónde fuese, ni de dónde volviese~

FIN🌹

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Teacher AU pt 2

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Nico decided, right then and there as he stood in front of the entire freshman class during their orientation assembly, that he needed to start saying no to his students.

It started way back in May, right before the school year ended, when Nico was eating lunch with Will in Will's classroom. A few kids sat at the desks eating and chatting amongst themselves while Nico and Will sat at the teacher's desk.

Then Calvin Douglas strutted into the room.

"Ah! There are my favorite teachers!" Calvin loudly exclaimed, scaring the freshmen in the corner of the room.

"Hello Calvin! What can I do for you?" Will asked politely.

"Mr. Di Angelo-Solace... es, woah you guys need a nick name or something. Anyway, as you know I'm going to be senior president of the student council next year," he said, pulling a desk closer to where they were sitting and sitting on top of it.

"Yes I heard, congratulations," Nico replied, giving the student a weary look.

"Yeah thanks, so, I was thinking, for freshman orientation next year, we have them play a game," he brought his hands up to make a dramatic gesture in front of his face, "match the class to the Di Angelo-Solace!"

And after a few harassing emails, Nico ended up standing next to his husband in front of the whole incoming freshman class.

"Okay freshman!" Calvin's voice boomed out of the sound system as he yelled into a microphone standing next to Nico. "Now that you've learned our school chants, we have a game for you guys! The two wonderful teachers standing next to me are both Mr. Di Angelo-Solace. Now they have the same name but they teach wildly different classes and your job is to figure out which is which, okay?"

The freshmen let out a confused cheer. Nico smirked at the visible wheels turning in their heads. The favorite guess as to why they have the same last name Nico had gotten so far was 'Are you guys cousins? Or is one of you adopted and you're brothers?' They lived in Oregon for god sakes you'd think the kids would be able to figure it out.

Nico was brought back to the present by Calvin's voice screaming through the speakers again. "Okay, between the two of them they teach... History! English! Italian! Art history! andddd Journalism!!"

This kid could easily become a demagogue if he ever rose to power. Nico would still probably vote him for president.

"Okay I have these necklaces with the names of the classes on the lanyard, when I point to a teacher cheer if you think that's their class, whoever gets more cheers will get the necklace! Everyone got it?"

Cheers of approval filled the gymnasium and Nico felt Will shift closer to him.

Calvin went through all five classes while simultaneously causing Nico and Will severe hearing loss.

Will ended up with the English lanyard, which was pretty obvious. He was wearing a cardigan for god sakes. He also ended up with art history which made Nico giggle considering the only thing Will knew about art is whatever he picked up from Nico's rants during his college art finals.

The kids almost got Nico right giving him history, Italian, and Journalism. Nico was far too dyslexic to be in charge of the school paper, but everything else was right.

The kids seemed pretty proud of themselves to have gotten most of their guesses right.

"Alrighty give them a big round of applause guys!! We'll start our next game in a second!"

Nico and Will sat down in the teachers section. Will grabbed Nico's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

It was gonna be a good school year.

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