#and i am so sorry for the wait

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @the-frozen-pheonix

She didn’t expect the things that were happening. Neither did her escort. But they should have been expected from a great mage, shouldn’t they? Nunnally was not scared by the events, though. She didn’t think they were meant to frighten them, hurt them or even impress them. The Queen didn’t understand the meaning of them, but had learnt to accept things. The abandoned queen; the queen with no power and yet the queen with enough support to escape. To survive so far. And get here to her only hope. To the kingdom’s only hope. So, when the mist and the steam and the sounds were happening, they were simply pouring more hope into her heart, and she could almost feel that the same hope was felt by the knights, who chose to be here with her. Nunnally recognized the voice. She knew it from the long-gone past, but it had not changed that much. Though she didn’t recognize the words. And she was aware that the men behind her did not as well. What was happening?

“Then I have found who I was looking for.” – she simply stated gesturing her men to sit down and accept the kind invitation. She remained standing, though, watching the man carefully. Did he abandon the title? He clearly didn’t abandon the magic. He seemed not to remember her. Recognize her? Would he remember her father? Would he care for her father? Should she tell him the truth? The whole truth? Nunnally watched her man drinking the chocolate. Hopefully, there was some magic in it so it could also help with their hunger. She felt bad that she could not provide them with basic food, but the once rich kingdom, now torn by greed and perhaps war… No, she couldn't simply take food from the poor people they met on the way even if she technically had a right to do it. And she knew her men thought just the same. The people suffered too much under the current ruler.

“I came to ask for your help.” – she stated calmly finally sitting down, pouring herself some chocolate, but not taking a sip it. She was afraid that if she did, she would fall asleep. She was too tired, too hungry, was too much yearning for home and comfort. For the warm embrace of her father. No, she couldn't think about that – “There were changes…changes in the kingdom since you disappeared. And these changes were not for good.” – she sighed – “I am here to ask you to help us reverse the history…” – she hesitated. Nunnally could not find the right words.

“I assume you had rejected the title of the great mage. Perhaps the previous life…” – it was hard – “But the kingdom…the people need you!” – she closed her eyes for a short moment and then stood up again – “Will you help, Freeze? Will you help to bring the rightful King back?” – she knew that was possible. She didn’t believe her father was entirely dead. She could bring him back. With his help. She didn’t want the title. She didn’t want the throne.

“Will you, Freeze?” – she repeated, a despair clearly lacing her voice.   

[egophiliac]

bring your son to work day

[papanowo]

i think dan should get to be a little weird too. as a treat

[cable-salamdr]

They proceeded to recreate all of motm. Geo got to dress up as the munce queen and felt very smug about it.

(We are pretending it is still Halloween for me and not past midnight since an hour. Thank you.)

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 16-18

1 -> 3 - day 4 - swap

[rosalie-starfall]

Agatha All Along

Through Many Miles / Of Tricks and Trials

[erabu-san]

He enjoys being called brother, but...

[This art has platonic intention. Please do not tag as ship thank you!]

A continue of this art I guess 🫣

[paponela]

how long do you think he took to figure it out

[nouverx]

Day 3 and Day 4 of Radiostatic week!

Dancing and Drinking in a bar! Damn they seem to be going along so well, surely everything will turn out fine right?

:)

[quixoticprince]

When your medic leaves to go pocket another man or something

[lured-into-wonderland]

“it’s cold out, huh?” cosmo asks. “did you want to share my scarf? it’s pretty warm in here~!”

She turns her small, elegant head towards the voice. It is cold, indeed, but she is surprised that someone has noticed that she is shivering under her elegant coat. Well, she should have probably put something warmer on; something that would protect her better from the chilly wind. But would her large wardrobe include something like that? She doubts it, and yet looking for something warmer could cause suspicious…And she wouldn’t be able to sneak out from her cage.

“Wouldn’t you truly mind…sharing it with me?” – she asks; Nunnally is unsure why this unexpected kindness. But the scarf looks warm, and she is so cold. And the man…looks so friendly. She takes the end of the scarf; it’s warm, the fabric feels nice. She puts it around: --

“Thank you. It’s so much warmer here…” – she doesn’t want an awkward silence to fall between them, so she is looking for something they could talk about – “The starry sky is so beautiful…”

“Were these stars the reason you are here?”

“Or are you heading to see the fireworks?”

@fangier

[lured-into-wonderland]

He’s polite (as expected) though Nunnally regrets he’s not more open (or perhaps even more honest). She wants to hear stories from far away: something real, something more excited, something that she cannot read in her books. But, indeed, how could she expect m o r e? After all, it’s their first meeting, and the meeting that hadn't started properly. Her pretending not to be a princess was not something that should have happened. Can she now b l a m e him that he’s careful?

She mainly listens in silence as he’s talking; nodding in agreement (albeit absent-mindedly). Finally, Kenzou agrees to leave the ballroom and make use of a small balcony, and then perhaps she’d be able to lead him further into the royal gardens, where some guests have already escaped the music and the chatters. Before she is able to take any decisions on how to proceed, Kenzou says the words that (deeply) offend her. Labeling her as a little (naïve) girl, who doesn’t know what she wants. The princess stops abruptly; willing nothing more but to turn around and leave. Her hesitation lasts only a few short moments before she decides to entertain him again.

Well, after all she has hoped he’d be more open.

“That’s quite a harsh assessment, isn’t it?” – she jokes, but there is a small hint of sadness in her otherwise cheerful voice – “Assuming that all I care is comfort and luxury that I wouldn’t give up for anything else. But perhaps you are right. After all, I have not been given a chance to experience anything else. Than a comfortable life in the palace.”

A pause.

“Do you find an outside world harsh? I rather see it as fascinating. And beautiful.” – but perhaps these words were exactly what made his opinions stand. Nunnally sighs – “Perhaps it’s like yearning for something you cannot have…”

“But what made you rejecting the comfort of the life and instead serving your land abroad? I would imagine it’s more exciting but less comfortable.”

If her question might have made him uncomfortable, his definitely did that to her. Nunnally had always hoped she’d not be forced to end up in the arranged marriage (and yet always knowing she would). She moved her head away from him to look at the gardens, and then further at the invisible wall she knew existed over there: --

“Isn’t that the least the royal princess should do? Assimilate and adjust?”   

Kenzou was acutely aware of what it meant to be a princess to a rather established kingdom. It would be extraordinarily difficult to convince the ruling authority, be it her father or a council of elders to let her explore the world and learn with hands on experience. It's made him appreciate the reality of being across the seas in his homeland where such notions are secondary. Everyone contributes to the greater good of the tribe, each being awarded equal to the fruits of their labor and yet... Kenzou still misses it terribly. "Most of them wear a more fashionable, brightly colored version of my attire. Some of our fabrics are muted to signify the calm of nature—however only a few of my tribe is allowed to roam outside of our... kingdom." He thinks back to the women who also engage in the same courier position he'd been appointed to; the contrast between bright red kimonos and yellow, finely detailed obi secured tightly. Not uncommon to the corsets he sees sew into many of the large dresses in the party.

"You speak it well, Princess. I'm far from qualified to pick at your studies. The journey is quite comfortable the closer you get to land. Out in the seas, most of the men abroad the ship are alert. It's storm season after all." Kenzou says smiling toward the princess. In truth the voyage hadn't been too difficult, the seas were kind enough to gift them few stints of turbulence until it mellowed once the sharp structures of western architecture shown in the distance. It also wasn't a world class welcome; he'd imagine a ship with her on it would be like float through the clouds, the captain would make the best effort to satisfy royalty either out of respect or fear. The inevitably usually doesn't care for either. He'd trade labor for a ticket across the sea, undoubtedly suffering the effects of hiking through the mountains far from his village. Kenzou would never be allowed to return; in his banishment, he could only wonder if his mysticism would leave him as well. No difference could be felt physically—the mental tole notwithstanding—so he's prayed day and night that his shape shifting at the very least will stay with him. May the universe grant him even that small comfort.

Kenzou nods firmly, holding out his elbows as he's seen men do on the ballroom floor. "Please, I'm feeling a bit tired myself." Despite his gesture he lets her take the lead getting further and further away from the center of it all. Kenzou snaps his head around at her admittance, chuckling softly, "If you had an authentic experience Princess, you would prefer the comfort of your castle over the harshness of the outside world. Still, I think it's a bit absurd for you to be subject to all these teachings with no practical experience... Does you father think you'll assimilate to any of your suitors that easily?"

[actuallyitsstar]

NINE PEOPLE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW BETTER

OMG TYSM FOR TAGGING ME @liass-21 !!!!! i am so sorry i drafted this tag and i thought i queue'd it and i didnt so 😭😭😭 its only like a month late. its fine everythings fine. aaaaaa 😭

LAST SONG? - "photograph" by the midnight! it is on my writing-for-top-gun playlist bc it has huge maverick vibes lol.

FAVORITE COLOR? - pink!!!! also lighter purples and blues and most pastel shades <3 and black

CURRENTLY WATCHING? - a streamer i have never watched before playing the remaster of of tomb raider i-iii bc i am excited about the remaster!! and those games are my childhood <3 not to be a million years old or anything sakfhfjfhg

LAST MOVIE? - unfortunately it was 'oz the great and powerful' 😭 if any of y'all enjoyed that movie i respect it, but i had to see it on tv at a friend's house and we were having a great time laughing at the very unexpected writing and acting choices being made lol

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? - aaaaaaaa i guess savory ?????? but sweet has a special place in my heart ajdhfjfhfjg

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? - committed long term relationship to ~my person~ <3<3

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? - well this is gonna be obvious but top gun primarily !!!! additionally, dan and phil !! mission impossible !!! fall out boy!! and even if the current obsession level is not as high as other things, i am always at least partially obsessed with a hundred other things and people that i am probably posting about at the same time lol

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? - “oz the great and powerful reviews” bc i wanted to make sure that im not crazy and that other ppl also felt that movie was an insane fever dream (apparently due to the 44% on metacritic i guess they did lol)😭

tagging: aaaaaa @brambleberrycottage @daffodilstark @tellhound @torchflies @melancholydandelion @goosefilms @driftershunt @downthegenderriver @callsignstingray

[fisherrprince]

Instead of writing a fanfic like a normal person this oneshot turned into two separate, contextless things,

[lured-into-wonderland]

So, she did it again. Did not recognize the direction. Almost got lost. Although Nunnally was pretty much used to it, she was still ashamed. She could almost see her father’s disappointment clearly painted on his otherwise handsome face. That his daughter was so clumsy. So unlike her mother? Nunnally wouldn't know. She had never met her. Her father had never talked about her, and the people she had asked usually avoided the topic. Not to displease her father as she learnt (or understood) at some point. She sighed quietly. Nunnally assumed Ravein must have noticed her embarrassment. He was observant; he needed to be, but she had also witnessed he was.

“It happens to me all the time…” – she confessed not looking at him, but then - after a brief moment - she turned to him smiling – “It’s not that bad, though. It takes you longer to get to places but gives you a chance to explore and discover.”

“As long as you are not being judged for that…” – a soft whisper that was more for herself than for Ravein to hear, but nevertheless these words slipped her lips. She was a disappointment. For her father, but in that very moment she was also a disappointment for herself. She felt bad that she was pitying herself so much knowing what Ravein had gone through. And what she knew was probably only a tiny bit of all the hardship he experienced.  

She smiled to him when they started to discuss the lighter topic. The pumpkin latte. Nunnally liked smiling. Though she didn't think she had too many reasons to do so.

“Oh, so you have tried it…” – she started but then... Then the girl read his second note. Oh, so it did mean he knew she was not seeing anyone. Did he make any research on her? Her family? That wouldn’t be surprising. She should have felt uneasy about it, but Nunnally didn’t. It only seemed natural. How odd!

“I assume you are also alone…” – probably not by choice. She was alone because she wanted to back then (when she was very young) and now she simply didn’t meet anyone she’d want to date. Or was afraid to put them into trouble. Because of what her family was.

What about Ravein? She couldn’t really describe her feelings towards him. It simply was complicated. And just a start.

“There’s the street we should follow.” – she pointed towards the street nicely shaded with trees – “I am sure this time as I can already see the signboard of the café I mentioned earlier...”

 “Ravein…” – she suddenly asked – “Would you like…”

“Would you like to hold hands with me…?” – she was surprised she didn’t get embarrassed immediately after asking this question – “I mean like friends…” – I am missing to be close with someone.

Was he?

Yes and yes. Ravein did not understand and he noted her embarrassment, so he opted to gloss it over in hopes she’d recover from the humiliation and feel better. When taking Ravein’s history into account, it was fair to say that Ravein didn’t have much experience with going outside for any amount of enjoyment. He’d lived the majority of his childhood away from others as he lived in seclusion with his parents. Then after the incident, the times he spent outside were probably due in part to his assassination missions. He never had the freedom to spend outside, much less to go on dates. That was such a foreign territory for him that even if someone had been hitting on him, he may not understand what they were doing.

He’d missed out on crucial socialization periods of his formative years, so he didn’t know how to act around people. He was slowly learning what was socially acceptable from observing others and occasionally asking Roberto about it.

That said, he knew about dating in theory, as some of his targets have been involved in relationships before, so he’d actively avoid them when his target was on a date as to not involve an innocent bystander with his job. IF they were to witness the assassination of his target, they were sure to be next on the list, and he didn’t want that.

Having good ears and eyes, he could hear her comment about not having a boyfriend or anything. He couldn’t respond while they were in the dark, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t table the comment in his mind for later. He’d done some research on her before and he knew for a fact that she wasn’t romantically involved with another individual. If her father was deemed a ‘threat’ for the Don he was forced to work for, Ravein may have been forced to take him out. It was important to research aspects of his targets such as their schedule, their weaknesses, etc. As luck would have it, her father was never made out to be a target, but Ravein had done some rudimentary research nonetheless as an occupational hazard.

Shaking his head, he motions to a direction more towards the right to signify that the park was actually in a different direction. He does remember Roberto trying to make something pumpkin before as he considered adding it to the menu, but he decided against it to not get caught up in fads.

[It’s okay. Sweet] [I know]

Maybe she wouldn’t know what he meant by the last one? He jots something down really quick to add context just in case.

[No boyfriend]

He leads them quietly to the park and once they get closer, he's sure that she would recognize the area so she can start pointing out where to go next from there.

[juniper-clan]

Moon 11: For Auld Lang Syne

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