#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

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm back in the Tigers cage again.

(You too can join in on throwing a Rat Of A Man into a Tiger cage by reading Tiger Tiger)

[quixoticprince]

When your medic leaves to go pocket another man or something

[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.)

[papanowo]

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

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 16-18

1 -> 3 - day 4 - swap

[lazylittledragon]

certified best day ever bc i got to do a dragon

[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

[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

[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?

:)

[gettiregretti]

Slow cooking an idea where Jayce stays to try and help Viktor fight the Hexcore within him. He’s never sure if he’ll have Viktor or the Herald that day. Trying to keep secret plans from your god-like lover who can literally enter your mind is a full time horror show

Viktor and Jayce plotting against the Hexcore without it working out what they are doing. Hidden codes, snatched moments. Viktor manages to create a space just for him and starts to hoard energy against the Hexcore. It can use any face to trick him, and frequently tries to wear Jayce’s. They aren’t more powerful, so they just have to be smarter than their own creation. And together they can solve any equation.

[bougouis]

i like that silly german guy

[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?"