#midnight Cinderella oc

[katriniac]

Hi!! I hope the OC Questions are still up!

I wanted to know 4, 7, 16, 32 and E for Alyce!

Thank youuu

I did not notice I had any asks! I'm sorry for the wait, @itsmyara . Oh my gosh! Thanks for asking about Alyce. She's a warm, sunny, fun gal; I'm happy to talk about her at any time.

Here's a post I made about her bio:

4 - How easy is it to gain their trust?

She has a fairly open personality, so it's pretty easy to talk to her. However, she's not a door mat to be walked over, nor is she blindly innocent. She works in marketing and public relations, so she's used to people bullshitting her or trying to spin any conversation in their favor. Alyce herself is adept at navigating these conversations without growing jaded or annoyed. To her it's just ‘business’ and she knows it's not personal.

Building trust with her isn't that difficult; just be real and honest. Don't try to win her over with empty flattery, especially if it's about her looks (which she's very self-conscious about, and is immediately suspicious if someone compliments her appearance).

7 - What triggers nostalgia? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Having grown up on a sheep farm, she doesn't shy away from hard work. But now she has a desk job in the palace in the capitol of Rhodolite. So on the rare occasions when physical labor is needed, she enjoys the opportunity to use her muscles. Those moments are when good memories of the farm rise up.

The only unpleasant feelings of nostalgia are when she is given suggestions by nobility, ministers, or Prince Yves on how to make herself more ‘elegant’. That reminds her of her grandmother, who incessantly lectured Alyce about her weight, behavior, posture, appearance, and clothes.

16 - What makes their stomach turn?

Hearing nobility disregard the life of the commoners as if it was nothing. Seeing girls suffer under the stress of looking perfect at court by succumbing to an eating disorder.

As far as, like, creepy-crawlies or jump-scares? She's completely unafraid of things that would gross out most people. Dealing with births and deaths of livestock tend to keep you from being squeamish. She LOVES an adrenaline rush, so haunted houses and fast vehicles make her happy.

32 - What is their go-to story or joke in a conversation?

Alyce is a natural-born performer, so she has any number of jokes or anecdotes at the ready, depending on the company or situation. As a teenager she used to hang out at the theaters and socialize with traveling actors and musicians, and now as an adult she can be found at the rowdiest pubs. You can imagine the flavor of her humor, lol!

She's got a hilarious story about a circus performer trying to teach her how to juggle. And a sweet story about one of the farm-hands pretending to look for a lost sheep when he was actually out in the field practicing his marriage proposal speech. And she's got at least three ‘tasteful’ jokes about stuffy court ministers.

E - Would you get along with them? Would they get along with you?

Alyce has big ‘extrovert energy’, so I would have to take her in small doses. But I would absolutely love to hang out with her for a fun night at the club or karaoke. Or collaborate with her on a PR project. I would like to think she'd get along with me, but I'm the worst at gauging what people think of me 😅 She might think I'm boring.

A meme I made for Alyce 😆

Bonus Fun Fact:

This version of Alyce Gardner is based on my first ever Ikemen OC I created in 2017. It was for a role-play story with someone writing as Robert Branche from the Cybird game Midnight Cinderella. That story didn't go far, but I thoroughly enjoyed her backstory so much that I had to bring her out again eventually.

I ship her with Clavis because I think the two of them would have fun getting into shenanigans, and their romance would take a looooooong time to bloom because she'd never believe someone as gorgeous as him could be serious with his over-the-top declarations of love and flattery. So … yeah, she takes a while to be convinced.

The asks came from this post:

Please feel free to send me more asks from that list. I will try to be more vigilant in checking my account for asks.

[midnightmah07]

Midnight Waltz.

Story: the Midnight Waltz, an anual dance held in a ball at professor Trein's hometown, is about to take place. This year, Trein has decided to take his students to the ball in order to learn about the place's culture and history, and hopefully win the competition for the 'Midnight Princess/Prince' as the headmage demands.

During their stay, the characters end up meeting Jasper and Angus who were visiting for the event, as their extended family lives there, and because they're fascinated by Daisy, the brothers decide to tag along, and Trein accepts as long as they don't cause any trouble and Daisy watches over them. However, once the group meets Trein's childhood friend and organizer of the event, Faadhil GoodMoore, ( @4necdote's OC) the brothers and Grim get into a petty fight and end up accidentally messing with Faadhil's magical wand, pointing it towards Daisy and making everyone forget about her.

Now, Daisy, Grim and the Souris brothers have to find a way to make things right before midnight when the waltz will start... Will Daisy be forgotten forever or will the group manage to get everyone's memories back?

Featured characters:

Daisy SSR (Midnight Attire)

Ruggie Bucchi SR (Midnight Attire)

Silver SR (Midnight Attire)

Rook Hunt SR (Midnight Attire)

Ace Trappola R (Midnight Attire).

Rules to enter the event:

- you must tag me and give me credit for the idea once you post!

- fics, character cards, fanarts, OC and/or canon characters posts etc are all welcomed!

- no NSFW, pro-ship etc allowed.

- no specific deadline for the end of the event, as well as no clear winner, this is simply for fun!

- if you've got any questions, please lemme know!

Background for the event:

That all said, I am super duper excited for this event! I have my own character cards of the featured characters here, and I will post them shortly!! Whoever wants to join is super welcomed!!! Tysm for 1500 followers you guys!!!

Link for the dividers.

Trivia:

prologue.

my outfit designs.

"sneak peak" video.

Entries!

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Shuu & Riddle ( @oya-oya-okay )

Joseph ( @readsrandomstuff67 )

Yusuke ( @twisted-wonderland-memories )

Yujie ( @gimmeurmoneyagh )

Yuusona ( @hittisbuzzing )

Yukana ( @babyghoul138 )

Yuusha ( @crystallizsch )

Jamil ( @crystallizsch )

Augustine ( @slumberingrose-fandom )

Kogane ( @kogane-twst )

Yumi ( @marinahavik )

Iris ( @ificanthaveloveiwantpower )

Circy ( @hello-i-am-wimothy )

[hana-no-seiiki]

PITYF*CKING

tw/cw: 16+ only please / 15 below + ageless blogs dni!! implied seggs nothing explicit (so don’t put a mature label on my post tumblr staff smh), fem! reader, fem! yandere.

more yan college aka midnight darling content before i go night night. it happens to be wednesday so have an old wlw draft i’ve been working on.

for new readers: midnight darling is where my college based ocs are from. If you’re interested in learning more about them please check out the first tag on this post!

You were always somewhat jealous of Ella Morin. Her ability to go unnoticed everywhere she went was quite a feat. It wasn’t because she was considered conventionally unattractive (quite the opposite in fact, you would consider Ella to be one of the most attractive people in Mediasnoches), or her gloomy aura. It was because she was so incredibly meek and quiet that no one could notice her when she entered a room.

The biggest preference towards isolation didn’t seem to bother her as well. She seemed to enjoy being alone and abhor it when people approached her. You knew that yourself as you has tried to recruit her into your clique when you first met in Zoology.

“Hey honey,” You drawled. Each syllable practiced and precise to the sensation you wished to evoke. Communication; speech was a talent and you proudly excelled in it. “Want to join my team? We’re looking for a fourth and you seem like the perfect addition.”

Sadly, despite your well performed invitation nothing could beat the dozens of eyes that glared down at her for even breathing at your direction. “…I-I’m sorry. I think- um- Maybe ask that other person first? They look like they want to join you is all…”

“Honey, I . . .” Before you could even affirm your desire to have her and not some other rando, Ella quickly packed her belongings and disappeared.

You, like most things you did to Ella, did ask her out of pity. But your pride seethed at her reply.

You never, ever get rejected.

You take one look at a belonging she dropped. On a first look it seemed just like any other lipstick case. But upon further inspection . . .

Oh, she’ll really want to have this back, judging from it’s used, almost abused appearance.

And you knew just the way to give it to her.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[rambling-madwoman]

Louis Howard - Opening

So mistakes have been made in my life lol. I jotted out that opening bit for the prologue before actually going back through the Midcin prologue and realizing how very very long it is and how much character introduction happens in it. Oh wellll… I do have one part of the prologue posted, it isn’t quite up to my standard I think but the goal here is to focus on getting work out & get better at editing faster.

What’s below is the interaction with the MC & Louis that happens in the Midcin prologue to set the tone for how their relationship will go. If at some point anyone is actually reading these and would be interested in the prologue I will actually finish it but I think the only part anyone would be interested in will be their favorite suitor anyway.

Lettie watched the moon from the water in the courtyard fountain, dipping her fingers into it and watching it ripple. Trying to remember the names and titles of all the people she had met that day, she couldn’t keep her mind from wandering to the responsibilities at home left unfinished. Feeding the chickens, weeding the garden, Mdm. Dubois’ tincture for her cough took at least a week to soak and she probably only had a bit over two weeks left…

She looked up at the moon where it hung in the sky. Where the hell am I? She felt like she was in the wrong book. Thousands of stars glittered regally around the full moon, a blank white slate ruling the sky. Lettie looked down over her shoulder to the reflection in the pond and dipped her fingers into the moon again, wondering how many times it could distort and still remain the same.

“You again?”

Lettie turned at the voice in front of her. It was the rude blonde nobleman she had met at the selection ball, the one whose coat she dirtied when they ran into each other. Not the other rude blonde nobleman who kissed her hand and flirted with her like a courtesan when they met earlier today.

Uninterested in putting up with any more for the day, she looked back over her shoulder and continued disturbing the stars. “Me again.”

She turned abruptly again when he bent at the waist, examining her more closely.

“Your freckles are gone.” He said, taking in the powder she had been coated with down to her dress’ collar.

She scooted over a place on the fountain ledge, away from him. “Yes, your grace, I had heard they were not in your favor.”

Lettie didn’t necessarily mean to be sarcastic, but she didn’t necessarily care either. This man had already made it clear to her that he thought she was beneath him the last time they met. He stood at his full height, still observing her. His hand reached towards her, and she leaned away. Regardless he hooked his finger around a lock of fringe pinned back and gently tugged it so it framed her face.

“There. That’s better.” He said quietly.

Lettie had done the same to the piece hanging on the other side when her hair was done earlier. Unsure what to make of him, she thought twice about it. His touch was oddly considerate as he straightened it into place. She looked up at him and something shifted in his features. It was hard not to notice even when they first met that he was statuesquely beautiful. Delicate features, pretty lips, and round blue eyes that went sharp and intense all of a sudden.

“What is that?” He demanded, then roughly grabbed the pendant Giles had presented her from her neck.

The chain dug into Lettie’s skin and she startled, the nobleman pulling it up to his eyes for a better look.

His expression twisted, “Why are you wearing this? This is worn exclusively by princesses next in line to the throne.”

Lettie smacked his hand away and stood up from the fountain, “And the Chamberlain chose me for it,”

He took a step back when she pushed away. “I told you to leave the palace, what would possess you to remain?”

As she turned her head away and dusted off the back of her dress she still watched his hands from the corner of her eye, “And I suppose I should take instruction from you? Or did you think you would frighten me?”

“Frightened is exactly what you should be,” he said with sharp edged ice.

The nobleman was glaring at her, blue eyes just as cold. “You don’t have what it takes to be princess. You should leave before it’s too late.”

Lettie glared back, “Speak plainly, already. What is your,”

Her words gave out when he gripped her wrist and looked her dead in the eye, “The thought of the kingdom’s future resting on a commoner like you makes me sick.”

Lettie wrenched her hand away but he let her go the moment she pulled back. Then he left, turning on his heel and storming away.

“What in the world,” she muttered, the anxious pounding in her heart finally registering to her mind as she watched him leave.

“Lettie!” Nico’s voice called from the canopied walkway around the courtyard.

He hopped over the railing, hurrying to her. “I saw from the bedroom. Who was that?”

“I… don’t know,” Lettie realized.

This was the second time they had met and he was somehow even more horrible to her. On both occasions their only communication was to snipe at each other, neither had asked or offered their name. Nico put his arm around her shoulder and walked her back towards the door.

“Are you alright?” He asked. “What was that about.”

“I’m alright, it’s fine… Just some bastard who will probably be a thorn in my side.” She sighed, then looked up at Nico.

“There is something I could use your help with though.”

[eclipse608]

Aight fellow ikeseries fans, I need help picking the eye color for this oc I made back in March. This is a rough sketch and I will refine it after I get the results from the poll.

[xxacidnekoxx]

Pega/Fera have a very horror dynamic that is kinda like ... Cinderella and her step mom (?) I guess (?) that's the closest comparison right now.(Pega is Cinderella ) And Fera overall is very horrific dog character with very very expensive taste in bones. (Implies they target and kill specific people for bones so she can chew on them)

and my mice OCS have a very horror dynamic with tidbit. It's like a polycule of mice who are very weird and creepy about tidbit like to the point of cutting him up so they can take his body parts home.

Midnight is a cult leader and has a cult with the angel cats which is very horrific and it's like.. yeah like cult of the lamb type of thing is the closest I can compare it to.

it's all like horror/comedy and I would also compare it to looney tunes or courage the cowardly dog type stuff because the physics of my cartoons are silly, it's just like blood and stuff is scary to some people but I like it

[nauticalparamour]

Writing Update

Going to try to do these a little differently from now on... I'll probably just edit and then reblog moving forward. Here is the update as of December 2024:

All Too Soon — Salazar x Hermione. My poor neglected WIP. Hermione finds a time portal in Hogwarts that takes her to the time of the Founders after midnight. I've got this fully plotted out, hope to have it finished up this month. | 9/10

Tribulations — Alfred Nott x Hermione. AU Was meant to be a one-shot set in the Trials Universe where Tom sends Alfie to deal with Hermione, instead of himself. But, it's turned into something massive, and I assume it's going to be around the same length as the original, but slow and unusual updates, seeing as I'm just writing when other obligations are fulfilled. It's turned into one chapter per ritual. | 3/9

Pretend to be Nice — Cassius Warrington x Hermione. One-shot where Ministry workers Cassius and Hermione have to interface with one another | Complete

Linen & Curls — After ending up unexpectedly in 1977, Hermione learns that there is more to her than she knew. Embraced by the Black family, how will she handle living under their rules, especially when they insist there is no way for her to go back to her proper time? Or, are they just wanting to keep her as a useful pawn, to further the family's aims? Rabastan x Hermione. Sloooow Burn. Time travel AU multi-chapter | 59/74

Arms Full of Lullabies — Theo x Hermione. A little epistolary story that I am mostly mentioning because I miss the pairing | Winter/Spring?

Red Right Hand — OC x Hermione, Time Travel AU, Hermione Raises Tom. Light rewrite/grammar update and posting to AO3 | Complete

Heartlines — Thorfinn x Hermione, Historical AU. Grammar update and posting to AO3 | 6/23

Season of the Witch — Draco x Hermione, Football AU, Non-Magical AU, Or Is It? I'm still plotting this one out, but I am guessing it will be 15-20 chapters | February

Unnamed — Draco x Hermione, Cinderella AU. One-shot | Spring

Unnamed — Marcus x Hermione, I would like to write another common trope, I'm thinking Accidental Marriage? Multi-Chapter | May 2025

Cruel, Tenderly — Rodolphus x Hermione, Multichapter. A dark story, whose plot has been clanging around in the back of my mind for ages, wondering if I will ever get the guts to write it. Not sure if anyone would actually want to read it. Spying with Polyjuice has it's consequences | 2025

I’d love to hear if you have any of these you are really looking forward to 💕 Or, are there any pairings that you have been missing?

You can see what was completed since last time below the cut:

Trials — Tom x Hermione | Complete

One Point Perspective — Marcus x Hermione | Complete

Think Twice — Marcus x Hermione | Complete

Sleeper — Theo x Hermione | Complete

Undercovers — Fenrir x Hermione | Complete

Go Away — Lucius x Hermione | Complete

Informants — Fenrir x Hermione | Complete

Bigger Boys & Stolen Sweethearts — Marcus x Hermione | Complete

Widow — Thorfinn x Hermione | Complete

[tulsajesusfreakblog]

❥ rapunzel

01. once upon a time

klaus mikaelson x fem!oc

ao3 / masterlist

Rusty voices emerged from the last paroxysm. Soft murmurs ran from the base of her body and the laughter, the moist, hairy voice loaded with vibrations, resonant in movements. A sound so heavy that it slipped down the walls, slid across the floor and stuck to the tables, so deep that, suspended in the air, she she feared it would never go away. A second of fear before closing her eyes, counting to ten, focusing on her own inner voice. She had to cut through the anxiety before it took over everything.

She caught random words. Low, soft tones. Intermittent conversations. A scream. Her name, in musical cadences. A high note stood out in the background. Let them talk here as much as they want, she thought. Today I'm too tired to resist. She continued her work without trying to push the voices away, but paying no attention to them. She had no interest in hearing what they were saying.

Rapunzel Donovan liked the sky because, unlike hallucinations and people, it was silent. The heavenly bodies demanded nothing of her. She could love them without strife.

In Richmond, she studied the chemistry of stars and glided from equation to equation like dance steps. She quietly devoted herself to her activities, avoiding contact and group work. She was just one troubled mind among hundreds of brilliant ones. And then she returned to the house she shared with her father, in equal silence because he ignored her most of the time, pretended to live alone and immersed herself in the elementary foundations of linear physics.

But the last result of her performance eliminated her scholarship and she found herself back in Mystic Falls. Back in the haunted house of her childhood. As when the clock struck midnight and the fairy godmother's magic faded, she was a Cinderella again. Floating through the days like a time traveler, seeking the strength to continue living, day by day, with kindness and courage.

Now she was serving drinks, taking orders, and cleaning tables — and strangely enough, this required more effort. People talked about her as if she wasn’t there, and men took her schizophrenia as a permission. When she complained to the manager about the repeated harassment, she was told to behave better and, if she was that bothered, to switch from night to afternoon shifts.

She came home crying every day.

With the end of summer break, Vicki and Matt went back to school. The days blurred together and the weeks passed slowly. There was a layer of glass between her and life. Nothing remained. The image of things, detached from their meaning. She resided far away and beyond the tangible. As if she had never left. Always the loneliness that ached in her bones.

And then Klaus appeared. He was a regular customer who always ordered whiskey and always sat in her waiting area. The best part of the day was the brief conversations she had with him, although after a while this had become a kind of anxiety: every time the door opened, she looked to see if it was him. She counted the hours until the end of her shift, partly because she wanted to leave, partly because she knew the disappointment that would hit her if she didn’t see him. Forget it, she repeated to herself as the bitterness rose in her throat. Forget him.

In fairy tales, love is a magical act of salvation. The prince’s kiss awakens the sleeping princess, Beauty’s compassion transforms the beast into a man, Rapunzel’s tears heal her beloved. She read these stories as distant dreams, and the conquest of love was as fantastical as the defeat of dragons.

Rapunzel stopped halfway to Klaus’s table, a glass in one hand and the bottle in the other, her gaze distant and squinting. A moment, a second of attention, she begged herself, and detected that there was only one voice, a female one, and it was wailing, wailing. A loud cry and screams of pain. As if ironically, cynically, illustrating her own inner state.

“You are more distracted than usual,” Klaus commented. She poured her drink with the common mechanical, memorized movement, trembling a little as she placed the glass on the table.

She shrugged. Then an unexpected smile transformed her face. “And you… starting to drink earlier than usual. Isn’t that worrying?”

“I am a man of habits.”

“They call it alcoholism.”

Her lips pressed together and she shook her head. Klaus couldn’t help but smile. “You’re lovely, but I’d have to drink for days on end to really get drunk. This —he shook his glass— is a lifestyle.” 

Rapunzel went to wait on other tables. She didn’t leave the bottle on the table, so she could come back and serve him again. And he would stay there for an hour, sometimes a little longer, watching her movements, the thoughts she muttered to herself without realizing it, her delicate and disastrous manners.

Once, what seemed to be an old schoolmate had run his hand over her thigh; she later told him that this was common. “Because of my condition, they think they can treat me like this.” Klaus decided that someone had to pay for this, and that same night the man had a car accident. Over the course of the week, he was exposed in a corruption case at his company, his wife discovered his betrayals, and Klaus fired him from his position as administrator of the shopping center that was, like everything else in that town, under his command. This was merciful compared to what he did to an unsuspecting traveler as soon as he crossed the town limits, where the ban on killing humans no longer applied.

It soon became clear who he was protecting. Rapunzel didn't understand why the harassment had suddenly stopped. She guessed it was because she had given up her night shift — and when, for some reason, she worked overtime until late, Klaus would stay at the Grill until the last minute.

She didn't talk much. She thanked him for his company and gave him one of those charming smiles, but he was starting to need more.

He had researched her life, investigated in case all this was a trick, an attempt to destroy him. He read school documents from a difficult adolescence, medical records that tried to decipher her schizophrenia. And at the end of it all he found a strange need to console her. He wanted her, protected in his embrace, her head resting on his chest, to whisper the names of those who had harm her, and he would annihilate them one by one.

The first time Klaus saw her was in the park, walking barefoot on the wet grass after a light summer rain. He didn't know it, but she was concentrating on that texture, on the strands of grass on her skin, stuck to the soles of her feet with the damp earth. It was one of her exercises to hold on to reality: choosing one of the five senses and focusing on it. He couldn't hear her intrusive thoughts, the voices bothering her with intelligible phrases. But he listened to her heart, its beating slowly calming, her breathing coming back under control.

He had just returned from Europe, ready to give up on Elijah’s insistence that to stay in this miserable little town and, with or without his family, move on to a more interesting part of the world. It didn’t take long for him to decide that Rapunzel was reason enough to stay.

Later that day, he and Freya went for drinks at the Grill and she was there. Freya waved at her, and Klaus quickly asked who she was. “Don’t do that,” was her flippant reply. “She’s not for you.”

“Don’t tell me you saw her first,” he said, never taking his eyes off Rapunzel.

“You can’t want to know anything if you barely stay here. Well… they talk about her a lot.” She shook her head and took a long drink. “But she’s lovely and completely harmless.”

Klaus stretched out on the table. “And what’s all the gossip about?”

“Schizophrenia. It's what I heard.”

He shook his head, turned to look at her again, then changed the subject, feigning disinterest. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was obvious that she was different, although he hadn’t turned that first impression into a diagnosis. There was something especially beautiful about her, the way she spoke, the way she moved between tables and walked through the park, the way she observed the world with suspicion and wonder. The way her eyes sparkled when she smiled and her face lit up, the way her body vibrated when she laughed, the infectious sound of a rare guffaw. He soon discovered that he liked to make her laugh, even if she didn’t talk much. He began to frequent the Grill and the park. He made sure to choose a table she waited on.

She was never willing to talk for more than three minutes. How was he so interested? What was it about her that seemed to attract him so much? The very idea of wanting her occupied his mind as much as the desire that possessed his body. It was not a crime to want what could not be explained. She was certainly a charming muse, whose beauty colored his most recent paintings. Perhaps he simply recognized in her a familiar loneliness. He knew from ancient experience every corner of the labyrinth of solitude, every lying passage, every false exit. She emanated a joy for life so subtle that he would have to dig up layers and layers of earth to find it, like an archaeologist searching for a lost object in a ruined city — and he glimpsed, for an instant, the ruin of Mystic Falls, saw himself killing all its inhabitants, closing the borders, who knows, maybe then she would lower her barriers and allow him to get closer. He needed this carnally. Klaus did not usually keep his desires to himself. Didn't she notice? Didn't she feel the fierce desire that cut through the air when he looked at her? Or was she pretending not to care, in an irreverent and manipulative way that seemed so far from what he knew of her? Had he been bewitched, as if by Cupid's arrow, and his thoughts were out of his control?

He caught her eye from time to time. At the Grill, while he was painting in the park, in a chance encounter while crossing the street or just by chance they were in the same place. When he saw her with a chessboard on the table in the park he couldn't help but realize that he was currently playing a game without rules with her. When exactly did all this start? When did he allow himself to get so lost in a feeling for someone he barely knew?

The chess pieces were a control mechanism. Every now and then, Rapunzel would summarize the world in the two-color board and a list of moves. If her mood of the day allowed her to immerse herself in concentration, she would travel between games and a serene, perennial peace. She never imagined that, on one of these days, Klaus would interrupt her flow and play with her. 

When she got home she tried to repeat every move, every movement, every gesture, every expression, every phrase. “Are you from here?” he asked as he moved the tower. She just shook her head. “I’ve been here for a while and I’ve never seen you.”

“I just got back.”

“From where?” 

“Richmond.” She sighed, articulating an explanation. “I skipped classes, I failed tests, I lost my scholarship.” 

“What did you study?” 

“Astronomy and Astrophysics.” She was fixated on the board, avoiding looking at him directly. She knew that one look would be enough to make her lose the composure she had so strenuously maintained.

Klaus, moving another piece, asked another question: “It’s an intriguing choice, what sparked this interest?” 

She laughed. “First-period question.” 

“But I want a sentimentally honest answer.” 

She thought about whether to advance on the board by knocking down a pawn or to invest in a silent approach. “I’ve always liked mathematics. And there are infinite, if we can use that word, entire galaxies that we couldn’t imagine in light-year and immeasurable dark matter. Which is distant and uncontrollable. I’m no mad genius, and I don’t have that drive to conquer that some colleagues in the field have. Just to… admire.” 

She thought about whether to advance on the board by knocking down a pawn or to invest in a silent approach. “I’ve always liked mathematics. And there are infinite, if we can use that word, entire galaxies that we couldn’t imagine in light-year and immeasurable dark matter. Which is distant and uncontrollable. I’m no mad genius, and I don’t have that drive to conquer that some colleagues in the field have. Just to… admire.”

She decided to pick up the pawn — not because it seemed like the best move, but because she instinctively wanted to finish quickly and leave. She held her neck with her hands, her elbows on the table. From some undetectable diagonal, a massive, electric sound pierced gravity. Brief mechanical noises, so rare among her collection of private sounds. They announced the choir that had cut off her train of thought. They sang softly. She breathed in and out and watched the board to see which piece he had moved in his moment of distraction.

“You should try painting. It’s cathartic transcendence that, although uncontrollable, is also the best metaphor for control. Every choice is mine: the canvas, the colors. As a child I had neither a sense of the world nor my place in it but art taught me that one's vision can be achieved with sheer force of will.” As if to illustrate his point, Klaus brought his knight into a checkmate that caught her off guard but did not surprise her. She remained fixed on the board.

“I don’t mind losing to someone with centuries of experience. I can't think of a good explanation. Someone like you, of everywhere chooses to live here.” 

“I was born here.” 

“That doesn't mean much.” 

“Honestly, I agree. But my older brother believes this city is an opportunity for our family, since it was here that we reunited after years apart.”

“Do you like being a vampire?”

She was jumping from one subject to another with shy excitement, arousing a victorious glee in Klaus. He wouldn't mind answer whatever she asked, but by the end of that conversation she would look at him. “I do.” 

“How old are you?” She immediately added: “Is it offensive to ask?”

“Only young vampires don’t take pride in their centuries. I’m a few decades older than a thousand years, it’s hard to have an accurate number with so many calendar changes.” 

“A thousand years… That’s too much. I’m twenty-one and I’m already tired of living. It must be nice to be a vampire. You’re independent and strong. You don’t worry about getting sick or paying the bills. I heard… that vampire blood has healing powers.” 

Klaus felt a pang in his heart. His sense of victory suddenly acquired a bitter taste. He reached across the table and gently placed his hands over hers. Rapunzel reluctantly raised those beautiful, deep brown eyes to his, her expression so sad that for a second he thought he might cry. She’s asking if I can cure her, and I can’t. How can I deny her that? He gave a condescending answer: “Not schizophrenia.”

Rapunzel pulled her hands toward herself, resting them on her lap. She didn’t seem disappointed. “Of course not. It would be an easy fix, and I’m not that lucky.” 

“I’m sorry, love, but mental illness is more than just cuts, bruises, or organ malfunction.” 

She suddenly looked indignant. “What about cancer? Pancreatitis? Syphilis?”

“That’s different.” 

“Why? I have a chemical malfunction in my brain. Why can’t that be cured with magic when other things can?”

“I wish I had an answer for you, my dear. I’ve seen vampires and witches try to cure so many mental conditions, from Alzheimer’s to schizophrenia. I’ve never heard of a successful case.” 

“If you turned me into a vampire…” 

He wouldn’t let her conclude that hypothesis. “Don’t even think about it. Vampirism is an amplifier. Anger, pain, all feelings and everything you are are heightened. Your symptoms wouldn’t go away, they would get worse.” 

The sudden indignation subsided, and her heart began to slow. She shrugged, as if attesting the irrelevance of this information. I can’t heal your schizophrenia, he thought, but I can eliminate what causes you fear, I can dismember those who haunt you. She was so lovely that he doubted any hallucination or delusion would change his mind.

She stood up, straightened her dress, smiled a smile warm, shifting her weight from one foot to the other repeatedly. “I must go. Thank you for the play. And for the conversation.”

He smiled back. “You know, Rapunzel, the line between what brings us pain and what sustains us is far thinner than one imagines. Over the years, I've had my share of friends, enemies, lovers, losses, and triumphs. With time, they all begin to run together, but you will find the real moments are vibrant. The rest just fades away. Your pain will fade.”

And indeed, everything else seemed to melt away. With Rapunzel, time was carried away by the current and only eternity would be enough. Every now and then, the question invaded his thoughts: when did this start? Could it have been when he saw her for the first time, beautiful and enchanting like a princess from the most sparkling fairy tale? Or had it happened little by little, surreptitiously, while they walked through the park, played chess, in their fleeting conversations at the Grill and in their reflections in the park, away from the world, under that tree with large roots that she said had been her childhood friend? Or maybe it was a bit of both, he had to accept it. There was no way to convince himself to move away from her. 

The next day, he went back there and sat down to play with her. “How about a rematch?”

She swallowed hard. He was already arranging the pieces when she found the courage to speak. “If you’re being nice to me because you want to have sex with me, you can stop. That’s never going to happen.” 

It took him longer than he’d initially anticipated to come up with a answer. Now that he finally had her attention, he couldn’t risk pushing her away. “I like your company. I fancy you. Is it that hard to believe?” 

Rapunzel felt her heart sink in her chest. “Yes. Yes, it is.”

“Why? You’re beautiful, intelligent, full of light. And truthfully, the only interesting person I’ve met in this town.”

She sighed. She would like to receive these compliments like a normal person, but she couldn’t believe that, even if it were honest, the impression he had would last. “I’m not interesting. I’m mentally ill. You’re a thousand years old, you’re bored, I get it. If you want to use me as a hobby, please leave me alone.” 

He didn’t. Not that she wanted him to, although part of her did. A match, it shouldn't mean anything — weeks later, she was wondering when it started. She tried to put her memory together like a puzzle: they met at the Grill, they played chess in the park a few times. Klaus liked to paint in the park, and she took advantage of that to be in the same place as him. He was always the one who started the conversations, he liked to talk about himself and she liked to hear his stories.

One day he was looking for a place to paint, and she took him to the far side of the park, where Sabine lived. “When my hallucinations started,” she said, “I talked to the trees. I stayed here all the time. Eventually they stopped talking back. And I… well, I guess I lost a lot of friends, if that makes sense.” 

He painted her next to Sabine. The afternoon sun streaming through the leaves, she, standing out against the landscape, as if nothing but her image mattered. His heart could have melted when her eyes welled up and a small sob escaped her mouth. “Is that how you see me?”

“That’s how you are.” 

It was no longer a matter of interest and courtship. Klaus needed her to adore him at least half as much as he adored her. And she, with a tenderness that could melt winters, responded to his attempts to get closer with reluctance, shyness, and a restrained desire to trust him. Take it one day at a time, she told herself, with kindness and courage.

[koko-raccoon]

F/O and OC lists (I'm always updating this):

Fictional Others ❤ (note: I am not non-sharing and I do not mind doubles. In fact, I love doubles and I love finding other people who have the same favorites as me) :

Romantic:

Buster Moon 🎤 (Sing)

Teddy 🛠 (Bob's Burgers)

Cosmo 🔎 (IF)

The Captain/Admiral 🚢 (Queen Mary's Dark Harbor)

Caine 🦷 (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Lord Hater ⚡ (Wander Over Yonder)

Bill Cipher ⚠️ (Gravity Falls)

Yondu Udonta 💘 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Jaq/Sir Hugh 📿 (Cinderella)

Rudy 🎪 (Killer Klowns from Outer Space)

Michael Myers 🎃 (Halloween)

Earl the Squirrel 🎄 (Universal Studios)

Lord Garmadon 🐍 (The Lego Ninjago Movie)

Spider-Man Noir 🕸 (Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse)

Dale 🐿 (Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers)

Professor Membrane 🧠 (Invader Zim)

Honest John & Gideon 🦊🐱 (Pinocchio)

Mr. Peabody 👓 (Mr. Peabody and Sherman)

Platonic:

Vision 🤖 (MCU)

Bender 🍻 (Futurama)

Timon 🦋 (The Lion King)

Crushes/low key an F/O but not officially one:

Glinda 🎆 (Oz the Great and Powerful)

Husk 🎲 (Hazbin Hotel)

Casey Jr 🚂 (Dumbo)

Helen 🐌 (Bob's Burgers)

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Fan OCs (I have my own Original Characters but listing them would take up too much time and energy. But maybe someday I'll put it together)

Kylee 🏕 (Camp Lazlo)

Ebony ❄ (Prep and Landing)

Pumpkin 💅 (Prep and Landing)

Winter 🎙 (Prep and Landing)

Rudolph 😡 (The Muppets)

Princess 🍭 (Wreck-it Ralph)

Irene 🎬 (ParaNorman)

Sue 🎨 (Monsters University)

Tammy 💋 (Monsters University)

Danny  🛹 (Monsters University)

Olivia 📒 (Monsters University)

Kiwi 🍪 (Disney/Ducktales)

Raquel 💃 (Disney)

Birdie 🥊 (Disney)

Catalina 🙀 (Disney)

Pepper 📚 (The Boxtrolls)

Hamilton ✂️ (The Boxtrolls)

Chleo 🛼 (Wander Over Yonder)

Lady Luck 👓 (Cool World)

Squeaker 🌃 (Bojack Horseman)

Anna 🌕 (Gravity Falls)

April 💍 (Sing)

Hope 🌙 (Sing)

Tanya 👗 (Rock Dog)

Zynthia 🎶 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Cassandra 🎆 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Celestine 🌟 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Juniper 👿 (The Lego Ninjago Movie)

Diane 💎 (Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers)

Midnight 🔮 (Eureeka's Castle)

Joliet 🔪 (Krampus)

Dina 🧨 (Killer Klowns From Outer Space)

Professor Ant 🐜 (James and the Giant Peach)

Quorra 🔫 (Star Wars)

Switch (AP-87) 🤖 (Star Wars)

Vulture 🐀 (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Waverly 👩‍⚕️ (Halloween 1978)

Martha 🎄 (The Grinch 2018)

Jack 🧜‍♀️ (Queen Mary's Dark Harbor)

Adam 🧟‍♂️ (Queen Mary's Dark Harbor)

Ivy ✨ (Onward)

Busby 🌵 (The Looney Tunes Show)

Kattan 💫(The Looney Tunes Show)

Nona 🎸 (Kid Cosmic)

Minky 🎠 (Hazbin Hotel)

Yancy ♥️ (Hazbin Hotel)

Vivi 💨 (Encanto)

Beeb 💐 (Smiling Friends)

Misery(Julie) 🎭 (South Park)

Miss. Skunk 💥 (The Bad Guys)

Jingle Belle 🎁 (Despicable Me)

Francesca 😾 (Pinocchio)

Billie 🎮 (Bob's Burgers)

Joan 🛋 (Bob's Burgers)

Lily Belle 📄 (Mr. Peabody and Sherman)

Paula 🔧 (Futurama)

Lucky 🎤 (IF)

Lisa ☠ (Halloween Horror Nights)

Cubie  🎱 (The Amazing Digital Circus)

[offorestsongs]

my OCs + their names

i always have fun naming my OCs, especially since it's always either something symbolic and meaningful or something totally random and kind of stupid. it's especially fun with TWST OCs since i try to follow the in-game naming conventions and those are just about the perfect mix of meaningful and kind of stupid, and since i'm sick and bored, here's some rambles about my OCs names

LYSANDER

theres actually no particular reason why i came up with this name lmao

it just kind of. popped up in my mind as i was trying to come up with a design for him (fun fact, i really just sat down one day and was all like "i'm just going to design my Yuu for funsies, i'm not going to do anything with it" and welp. look where i am now). my OCs just kinda name themselves sometimes. y'know how it is

but i had the name for him before i actually had his personality down and actually when coming up with his personality, i took a lot of inspiration from just the vibes his name gave me

also. this bitch

this bitch is the reason why i now dress like a victorian gentleman and i definitely had him on the back of my mind when making my own Lysander so you can see where some of his vibe came from

also in-universe Lysander named himself by just googling stuff like "fancy male names" and going on websites for baby names (the classic trans experience) lmao

since he doesn't remember his last name, i'm not really using it, but he does have one

his last name is actually Sinclair

i'm only saying that because it also has a kind of random backstory; there's a fanfic for a different fandom that rewired my brain chemistry when i was in high school. in that fic, the author used the last name Sinclair as a fanon name for one of the characters and i've been obsessed with it ever since lol

ROSIENNE MINUIT

Rosienne also kinda named himself

like, his name just popped up in my head when i was thinking about him and i was like OH MY GOD THAT'S GENIUS

like, it's an obvious pun on rose and it sounds kinda french so like. it's perfect

truly the only moment i've ever used my one singular braincell

also it's supposed to be pronounced Row-zien

i knew from the beginning i wanted his last name to be french from the beginning (since, you know, Beauty and the Beast is a french tale) so i just kinda flipped thru a dictionary lmao

his last name means "midnight" - i know in the Disney version Belle has to confess her love to the Beast before the last petal of the rose falls but i've seen some retellings of Beauty and the Beast where Belle has to do it before midnight of an x day or something idk

KALLE BRUNNE

heavens Kalle's name gave me SO MUCH trouble i was close to just giving up lmao

Kalle is a very obvious pun on "cauldron" because like, what else

i played around with a few different spellings of it before i settled on this one; i wanted to pick Kelle at first but that just kinda sounds bad

my first idea for their last name was Shard, as in, glass shard (since his signature spell is called Seaglass) but i discarded it because i wanted to play into the color theme the Octavinelle has going on with their names

"brunne" comes from "brun", which is brown in danish

danish because the author of the original Little Mermaid, Hans Christian Andersen was Danish and i love him (i grew up with this big ass book of his tales, it definitely gave me some trauma as a child) so i thought it would be a cute reference

ELIOTT EMBERS

his name definitely wins the "kind of stupid" category (and i say this with affection don't worry)

my thought process was literally just Cinderella -> Ella -> Eliott?

same with his last name; cinder, that's just ash, what are some other ash-related words?

and put together it has alliteration and that's always good in names

that's literally it i don't have anything else to add here lmao

SWALLOW REYNARD

as i've said in his intro post, his last name is a reference to Reynard the Fox, a character from medieval literature that was a partial inspiration for the Robin Hood movie

as you can see i like little literary references lmao

it was supposed to be spelled differently at first but my brain didn't want to vibe with that so i just stuck to Reynard

his name tho definitely crosses into the "kinda stupid territory"

Robin is a common bird so i wanted to name him after a different bird

i was actually debating between Swallow and Swift but i've decided Swift may be a bit too on the nose and also i just don't think it works that well as a first name

[iceflwers]

𝓴𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓲 “𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓲” 𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪 !

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ THE BASICS !

— ❥ FULL NAME: Kelani Maile Halia.

— ❥ NICKNAMES: Lani (most commonly used), Keke, ipo, kaikamahine, Slugger, Halia, baby (by Luke only), Fiesty (by Luke only).

— ❥ DATE OF BIRTH: January 3rd, 2003 (Capricorn).

— ❥ BIRTHPLACE: Lansing, Michigan, United States.

— ❥ CURRENT RESIDENCE: Ann Arbor, Michigan, United States.

— ❥ SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Hawaiian, Spanish (not fluently), American Sign Language (not fluently).

— ❥ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, bisexual.

— ❥ GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female (she/her pronouns).

— ❥ OCCUPATION: Right winger for PWHL Minnesota.

— ❥ FACECLAIM: Auli’i Cravalho.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ PERSONALITY !

— ❥ HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor (brave, chivalrous, daring).

— ❥ MYERS-BRIGGS TYPE: ENTJ - The Commander (energetic, confident, stubborn).

— ❥ ENNEAGRAM TYPE: Type Three - The Achiever (charming, self-assured, authentic).

— ❥ MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good.

— ❥ LOVE LANGUAGES: Quality time for receiving, words of affirmation for giving.

— ❥ SKILLS: Hockey, speed skating, singing, calligraphy, sketching, switching quickly between languages, makeup, distance running.

— ❥ LIKES: Winning, going on runs, true crime podcasts, skating early in the morning when no one else is around, blasting music and dancing around her room, parties, cute dogs, hanging out with her friends and Luke, warm weather, oversized shirts.

— ❥ DISLIKES: Assholes, sudden changes, the people she loves getting hurt, wearing leather, being forced to dance at parties, tight hairstyles, coffee with a lot of sugar in it, backstabbing people.

— ❥ FEARS/PHOBIAS: Failure, snakes, being held down, wasps, never achieving her dreams, tight spaces.

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ RELATIONSHIPS !

— ❥ FAMILY: Alana Halia (mother), Akoni Halia (father), Kai Halia (older brother).

— ❥ FRIENDS: Trevor Zegras, Brooke Bryant, Maggie Flaherty, Taylor Heise, Grace Zumwinkle, Liz Schepers.

— ❥ ACQUAINTANCES: Remainder of the PWHL Minnesota roster, Jack Hughes, Quinn Hughes, Nico Hischier, Jasper Bratt, John Marino.

— ❥ ROMANTIC INTERESTS: Mallory Keller (first crush), Zach Song (first boyfriend), Holly Collins (brief fling), Aimee Pryor (ex-girlfriend), Luke Hughes (current romantic interest).

˚✧ ₊˚ʚ FUN FACTS !

— ❥ Lani was born at almost exactly midnight, and as such her parents like to make jokes about her being a superstar and “their little star”.

— ❥ In addition to all of her hockey training throughout the years, Lani also has a little bit of training in figure skating, which allows to be quicker and more graceful on the ice than opponents and teammates without it. She’s tried to teach Luke some techniques more than once, but he has yet to master any of it.

— ❥ Lani is a big fan of older movie musicals, a love stemming from her mother and all the ones she watched with her as a child. One of her favorites is the old version of Rogers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella, with Julie Andrews, and she loves to sing the song “Impossible” and dance around her room to cheer herself up.

— ❥ Her first pet was a little black corgi named Princess that the Halia family had had since before she was born. She died when Lani was nine, but ever since then she always wears a silver charm bracelet with a paw print charm to remember her.

— ❥ Lani is a big fan of anything grape-flavored - grape soda, grape candies, grape juice - but she doesn’t like the actual fruits themselves; she finds them too sour.

tagging @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, & @theopenlocker !

─┈ ♡ copyright © 2024: you do not have permission to copy, translate, or repost my works, nor to use my oc ideas or plots.

[rambling-madwoman]

Louis Howard - 1

Please roast the shit out of my writing if you think it deserves it lol

“And where would Her Royal Highness be going?”

Lettie couldn’t feel relief at being saved from falling because she recognized that voice. When she opened her eyes she saw that same bastard who had so far put his hands on her rather roughly, insulted her, and questioned her credibility in front of the King.

There was nothing in his eyes but the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “After that impressive performance in the King’s chambers I hadn’t expected you to leave so soon.”

Lettie stepped away from him and slipped back into her shoe, giving him only cold silence in return. He had made his point quite clear on both occasions they had met that he considered her beneath him.

“Not that I object to your decision to quit.” He continued. “In fact, I’d be more than happy to assist your escape attempt.”

Was he trying to be funny? Lettie crossed her arms. “I am only leaving for a while. I have something to attend to.”

“Alone?”

“I am accompanied.”

He looked towards the door. “Not by any knights though. Or the Chamberlain.”

The nobleman’s still, angel-like features betrayed nothing of whatever intentions he had. Her uninvited entrance into the King’s chambers and bold promise to serve the people had mixed reception and she wasn’t sure where this man’s opinion may have landed. But she had also promised to leave her secrecy behind with the reputation of witch.

She only observed him from the corner of her eye. “I’m going to see my brother. He comes home from school today. I’ve raised him by myself for years, I won’t have him hear about this from anyone else but me.”

She saw him turn towards her. “He has no idea?”

“He cannot have. He’s been gone for the season.”

“Then… You’ll tell him, and then what?” Something in his vacant blue eyes gave way to thoughtful consideration.

“Return here, with him. And I can devote myself to my new duties, then.”

His eyes went cold again. “I doubt you even know what those duties are.”

Lettie could have felt her hair curling with frustration had it not been neatly fastened up on her head. She tried to keep her expression unbothered as she continued down the stairs.

“I am already late. I have better things to do.” She answered back as she tried to think of how she would explain the excursion when he inevitably told someone about it.

She heard shuffling, like he was unsure on his feet. “Why would you come back here?”

He sounded more disappointed, sad even, than angry.

Lettie ignored it, not turning around to say “You would not understand the mind of a servant. Or a woman, for that matter.”

His footsteps joined the sound of her heels muffled on the stairs. “You’re a fool, and beyond saving as well.”

He brushed past her and continued to the door, formally holding it open for her. Bastard, she seethed. How long was he going to be there just to patronize? She kept her head high as she walked through the door and he followed her to the carriage where Nico was waiting.

“Oh, Duke Howard.” Nico’s brows raised at the two of them together.

Perfect, a Duke. Not any nobleman, still beneath her in ranking but not by very much. But it wasn’t her fault if he hated her from the moment he laid eyes on her. The Duke did not acknowledge Nico, only continued on to open the carriage door as well.

“You’d better hurry,” He said to Lettie. “If Giles discovers you missing, you’ll be the one to suffer the consequences.”

Her lip curled. He might as well say he was off to tell Giles himself. He offered his hand to help her into the carriage. Rather than take it, Lettie made a show of daintily lifting her skirt, stepping out of both heels, and planting both feet flat on the ground. She stepped easily into the carriage on her own, heels in the hand facing Duke Howard’s. Nico stifled a laugh, and the Duke finally acknowledged him with a harsh look.

Lettie settled into the tight space, only for her uninvited company to enter it as well.

“Move over.” He huffed at her.

Lettie stumbled over a few words of protest, but his larger frame all but pushed her further into the carriage. She gave him an incredulous huff back when he sat properly across from her, their knees almost touching.

“We’re ready to go then, my Lady.” Nico said a little hesitantly through the open door, looking to Lettie for her instruction.

This bastard wasn’t going to make her any later to see Theo. “Let’s not waste any more time.”

When the carriage lurched forward she looked at the Duke with no shortage of displeasure. “And why are you following me home?”

“You shouldn’t go out alone. Your attendant isn’t prepared to protect you.”

Lettie’s lips pressed into a flat line. “It’s a bit late to be a gentleman.”

The Duke’s eyes narrowed into something of a glare but he didn’t say anything.

“Duke Howard, is it?” Lettie crossed one leg over the other, dirt still on her feet.

“Louis Howard.” He answered flatly.

Lettie looked out the window, “I am surprised to hear you wouldn’t have preferred misfortune to find me on my way.”

“Don’t be stupid,” he snipped back. “Of course I don’t wish harm upon you.”

“You have a funny way of showing it.” She muttered.

“I’d hoped to see you stay home. The palace is no place for a girl like you.” Louis said coldly. “It will only end badly for you.”

Loretta leaned towards him and spoke quietly. “You tell me you don’t wish harm upon me but you seem to try and intimidate me at every turn. You’d get your point across if you spoke plainly.”

Louis leaned in as well, “If you can’t figure out someone’s true intentions, you have no business becoming queen.”

They were glaring at each other again. Lettie was an entirely different creature from the one before her. Everything about him was bright, almost shiny and pristine. She was speckled, with dirt on her feet, and eyes so black they weren’t moved at all by his light. He sat back first, sighing and reaching into a pocket in his coat to hold something out to her.

Now Lettie leaned back, eyeing it suspiciously first. A bookmark made from a pressed white flower. She looked at Louis, whose gaze was determinedly fixed on the door. There was a little something more in his eyes again but his lips were fixed stiffly.

Lettie wasn’t sure what to do with it. After a moment, Louis’ eyes finally looked to her and narrowed at her confused expression.

“I’m giving it to you,” He said, still abrasive.

“What?”

“It looks like the flower you took from the garden. You said your brother’s in school, didn’t you?”

“Oh,” Lettie wasn’t sure what to say.

The petals were not quite as pearlescent as the potted flower now sitting in the King’s chamber. The glass was smooth and refined, not catching Lettie’s fingers at all as she ran them over it.

“Thank you,” she added more calmly.

She didn’t want to ask why he would give it to them. But the questioned joined the nagging thoughts in her head that burned until the streets looked familiar to her again. Plants and people that needed tending, how much she would miss them. She still needed to get Theo through school. How would this impact his life? She already knew with certainty her own freedom would be severely limited for the foreseeable future. How much of it would she ever really get back?

As the royal carriage moved more slowly through the narrow streets on the outskirts of the capital, people began to follow it. Lettie could only imagine the rumors that must have come up since she had been gone. When it came to a stop by her home, she could see friends and neighbors surrounding Theo who sat on the ledge of their porch.

The carriage had not entirely stopped before she opened the door and stood on its step. Theo’s eyes lit when he saw her, but his face fell when he took in her dress. The first sting of pain, sure to be many that evening. Everyone was looking at Lettie. There wasn’t a person there she didn’t know. Lettie pushed past them, no one saying a word, and took Theo by the arm into the house.

They were barely past the front door as Theo took her in, shaking his head. “Etta… what happened?”

She had thought so carefully of how to explain it, but none of it came to mind now. “The Chamberlain came here and he… tricked me, basically. And… and now I,”

She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Theo’s eyes urged her on to relieve his worry. Sometimes when she looked at him he still looked six years old.

“If you wanted me to, I would take it back.” Her voice was dry. “But he asked me to do this, and I think I can do the things I’ve always wanted to this way.”

“Lettie, tell me what happened.” Theo pleaded.

It came out in a whisper. “The Chamberlain asked me to be the Princess Elect.”

“He – what?” His face was what hers must have looked like when Giles made her the offer. “But why? How does the Chamberlain even know you?”

“I don’t know the specifics of that yet. But the King has approved of me.”

That looked more surprising to him than the first part. “But… what does that mean?”

Lettie wasn’t sure how long they were in the house but it was dark when they opened the door again. Not one person had left during the wait. Duke Howard, face impossibly stiff, was surrounded on either side by women. Some looking rather stern and suspicious, others still enamored. Nico was regarded more casually, smiling at some girls from where he sat in the driver’s seat.

Everyone’s attention was on Lettie again when they stepped out of the house. “I…”

She wasn’t sure what to say. What to tell them, what not to. Looking out at everyone her eye caught her neighbor’s, Mdm. Dubois. The tincture Lettie had been making her for her chronic cough was soaking inside the house. She said nothing, only turned on her heel and going back inside to grab as many jars and supplies as she could carry.

Arms full, Mdm. Dubois gingerly took the jar Lettie indicated. “This will have to soak for another week. You can take the roots out before you drink it. I made extra. I won’t be back, but I’ll try to send someone else here as soon as I can.”

She didn’t wait for an answer, turning towards Mdm. Lefèvre. “The charm I gave Roger has no magic. I made my requests to the saints but I don’t know what good it does. It’s this mix of herbs,”

Her eyes went wide, “Well, I didn’t really think - Lettie, where are you going?”

Lettie was overwhelmed with the urge to remove the precious gem hanging around her neck and give it to her. But it wasn’t really hers, no matter what Giles said. She turned her back again instead, retrieving the shoes from the carriage.

“I wore these today, but they were new before that. I don’t know if they’ll fit you - sell them for all I care, that’s what I would do with them.”

Mdm. Lefèvre’s eyes went even wider still. The moon was high overhead by the time Lettie, Theo, and Duke Howard boarded the carriage. Nico drove them off, a strange silence settling over the odd group.

“And… who is this guy?” Theo asked, looking at Lettie.

His face twisted with annoyance. Lettie introduced him instead, “Duke Louis Howard.”

Theo looked back at him unimpressed. “What did he come for?”

“A lady shouldn’t go out unattended at night.” The Duke snipped, looking out the window instead.

Theo scowled. Duke Howard settled into steely silence as Lettie told Theo everything that had happened since she left. When they came upon the palace entrance, Giles was waiting for them by the door.

Lettie swore when she saw him, pushing Theo back against the seat as if she could hide him. As Duke Howard and Lettie stepped down from the carriage there was an amused twist to Giles’ smile. When Theo stepped out his face gave way to surprise.

“What is that,” He asked in his confusion.

“Theo.” Lettie said plainly. Theo waved and waited for anyone else to speak.

Giles looked from him, to Duke Howard. “Here I thought I’d finally caught Duke Howard cavorting, and with the new princess no less.”

He looked at Lettie, who felt her face heating. “Perhaps it was also foolish of me to believe there would be no more secrecy between us.”

“Well I had to give it back to you a little, didn’t I?” Lettie didn’t meet his eyes. “For making me think there was any point to that useless flower.”

“Regardless,” Giles continued. “You two seem to have quite the rapport already. So if you’d permit me to make a small suggestion, perhaps you’d like to volunteer to serve as Her Highness’ dance instructor? You’ll begin right after breakfast.”

Lettie meant to object, but the Duke answered right away. “Certainly.”

[leluxiboi]

Fun fact I have a few little twst background character ocs that are like, not a part of my lineup of proper ocs, which include:

-Verre Rosenthal (Savannaclaw, based on the rose from Beauty and the Beast)

-Zaine Horloge (Pomefiore, based on the stroke of midnight in Cinderella)

-Quinn Nogginscratch (Heartslabyul, based on the general aspect of puzzling-ness and confusion in Wonderland in Alice in Wonderland)

And most importantly, we have the guy who’s like, the leader of my background student ocs who is pretty much just a proper one of my ocs:

-Nettle Spinster (Diasomnia, based on the spinning wheel from Sleeping Beauty)

[gaysaintseiyafan]

I been on here for at least an entire month or so, I feel I should properly introduce myself or something

I'm genderfluid and prefer to go by they/them pronouns I'm autistic as well which is most likely the reason I get so passionate about my special interests. I made this blog to post and reblog about Saint Seiya because the entire franchise is one of my biggest special interests and I don't really get to share about it much since hardly anyone I know likes it !! I post alot of gay stuff because I'm very gay myself ya know.

I'm canadian BTW !!!

I enjoy watching anime and reading manga, fanfiction, listening to music, collecting dolls,figures, plushies ect. I also like drawing and even have fanart and some of my own ocs that I designed but I don't post them here mainly because I feel nobody would care to see them given that my skills are basic lol.

My favorite anime series are: OG Saint seiya including the hades ovas,Saint seiya lost canvas, saint seiya soul of gold, B't X, Shurato, ronin warriors, fuma no kojiro, yu yu hakusho,patalliro, berserk,devilman, blackjack, inuyasha, yugioh (season 0 and duel monsters), rurouni kenshin, princess princess, gravitation,brave dagwon, gundam wing, nightwalker the midnight detective,saint beast and the rose of versailles.

My favorite Saint seiya pairings: Hyoga/Shun, Shiryu /Seiya, Milo/Camus, Degel/Kardia, Mu/Shaka,Deathmask/Aphrodite, Minos/Albafica, Dohko/Shion . I like other ships but these are the ones I especially love to see fanart and fanfiction for Hyoshun is my main Ship ! Shirseiy and Camilo are close to being second.

Favorite bands: X japan, Seikima II, Malice mizer, Lareine, versailles, hizaki grace project, phantasmagoria, Syndrome, D, shazna, Kuroyume, missalina rei, madeth gray'll, baiser, Hanoi rocks and michael monroe, the sweet, Kiss, david bowie, the cure, dead or alive, gene loves jezebel, japan and david sylvian, cinderella, wasp, iron maiden, judas priest, motley crue, and many others mostly visual kei, and 80s music lol.

things I dislike: homophobia, transphobia, ableism, sexism and just bigotry in general, people who attack others for their ships its just juvenile imo, people who get mad if I dont instantly reply, that crappy netflix remake that made Shun into a girl..just no.

[maddieautobot273]

When I Am King, You Shall Be Queen - Silk & Cologne Cinderella AU

An AU set in the S&C universe - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 2: There Was A Ball - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female OC Spidersona!

Words: 2.6K+

Warnings: PG for mention of character death

Summary: The night of the ball arrives and Lisa shares a dance with a mysterious stranger.

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Lisa's P.O.V. 

My eyes had wandered, exploring and taking in every inch of the castle as I made my way to the ballroom. There was a ball at King Tyler’s castle in honor of his eldest son, Prince Miguel’s birthday to which everyone was invited, including all eligible maidens. Rumor was he was even searching for a potential bride to be! 

The more insane part, nobody has ever seen Prince Miguel. Not since he was a child. Nobody knew what he looked like now. 

I wanted to go, but my stepmother, who I quickly came to realize was wicked, forbade it and my step sisters wouldn't let me live it down all day, even going so far as to destroy my old dress. However, that wasn’t going to stop me because I had a good cry, I received help from Lyla, my fairy godmother. I have an actual fairy godmother. She had made me a beautiful dress and carriage so I could go to the ball and live out my dream. 

But the magic came with a cost. At the stroke of midnight, the spell would be broken, and everything would return to normal. I had to manage my time wisely, whilst having some much deserved fun, and make it back home in time before the magic spell wore off. How hard could it be?

As soon as I walked into the ballroom, I immediately started exploring, savoring the incredible food and drinks, and idly chatted with other guests. I even caught a glimpse of Prince Gabriel chatting with a few lovely maidens. After some time had passed, I glanced at the grand clock on the wall. Just a bit past 10. I still had some time before I should consider heading back. 

What else had I wanted to do and see here? Was I missing anything?

"Pardon me, milady. May I have this dance?" 

My eyes widened when I heard the voice speak to me, and I turned to see a tall, tanned skin, and very well dressed man approach me, offering his hand. My eyes seemed to glimmer as I took in his appearance. He wore a beautiful royal navy blue suit with red and gold trimmings, matching tassels on his shoulders. White gloves covered his large hands, and his eyes seemed to shimmer like the shiniest of rubies. He had to be the most handsome man I’d ever seen. 

Was he a lord? A duke, or a count perhaps?

Well, I was hoping to have one dance at least. 

“Yes. . .” I answered after a brief hesitation as I gave him a soft smile, accepting his hand with mine. “You may.”

A grin spread across the man’s face as he took my hand. His large fingers grasped around me gently before bringing it up to his lips and kissed the back of it softly. My cheeks flushed, taking the breath out of me as he escorted me to the center of the ball room, the current song whining down as the musicians began to play the next piece, a slow song. 

I met the handsome stranger’s face and curtseyed as he bowed before we stepped closer, my right hand taking his left as my free hand grasped his shoulder and his wrapped around my waist and our waltz began. We danced in content silence for the first few moments, our bodies swaying to the music as if we were in a trance. 

“What is your name?” The man suddenly asked me. 

I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. “It’s Lisa. . .”

The man nods, his smirk softening into a smile. "A very beautiful name for a very beautiful girl."

“Oh, I’m nothing compared to these lovely ladies and duchesses.” I smiled softly back, shaking my head in disagreement. “I’m not a princess.”

As much as I appreciated the compliment, I was nothing compared to all these members of the royal court. I was nobody compared to them, and to my stepmother, I was nothing more than a housemaid. 

"I'm sure the lovely ladies and duchesses would say just the opposite. That you are probably the most beautiful of them all." The man responded, a small teasing glimmer in his eyes before he carefully lifted my arm and spun me around. 

His words and smile accompanied his strangely calm presence and I found myself wanting to believe him. “You humble me.” I giggled faintly, rolling my eyes as I swung back into step with him, although I couldn’t help but begin to notice there wasn’t anyone else dancing with us on the floor. 

I glanced around as we danced, noticing we had an audience. The crowd had gathered around us, forming a large circle to give us enough room to dance. Even the king up in his balcony was watching us!

Who was this mystery man?

“They’re all looking at you.” I commented, my eyes trailing to meet his gaze. 

The man seemed to have a sixth sense as he turned his head, noticing that the king had his eyes on us and he had caught his attention. However, he seemed unfazed by this, shaking his head softly as we continued dancing slowly, still in a gentle rhythm as he spoke once more with a gentle tone, ignoring the stares of the crowd as he focused his gaze back on me.

"Believe me, they are all looking at you."

My cheeks flushed darker and I bowed my head to hide my smile growing from ear to ear. Whoever this man was, he certainly had a way with words. “You certainly are modest.”

The man chuckles at the compliment before responding in a cheeky manner. "Would you rather I be conceited and brag about how handsome I am?"

I chuckled softly as I managed to steer my gaze back to him. “Forgive my boldness, but you don’t look like the conceited type.”

"That is good to know." He chuckles and looks down at me, suddenly studying me with this intense look in his eyes. “Are you enjoying the party? I’m sure a lovely lady such as yourself has gone to her fair share.”

“I’ve never been to a party. Not since I was a child, or never to one this grand of a scale.” I admitted softly.

Miguel raises his eyebrows, surprised at the admission. "Are you saying that this is your first time at a party? Why did you decide to accept the invitation now?"

“I’ve led a busy, busy life since my father. . . passed.” I took a moment to compose myself briefly so my voice wouldn’t fail me. “When helping to take care of my family, I’ve learned quickly that time gets away from me. But when the invitation came, inviting every eligible maiden, I thought I’d take a chance. I almost didn’t go. . .”

The man’s lips curved into a serious but compassionate expression as he gave a slight nod, as if he emphasized with me. "I'm glad you went. Because if you hadn't, then I wouldn't have been able to dance with you." He then pauses for a second before his smile brightens and he starts to chuckle softly. "It would have been a shame if I missed out on such a wonderful opportunity."

I match his own chuckle, my smile brightening. “And you said you weren’t modest. But I do appreciate your kind words.”

The song slowly came to an end, as the mystery man and I took a step away from each other before we each bowed and curtsied one another respectively, and an applause engulfed the room. My gaze swept over our audience, starstruck at the positive reception. Before I could comprehend it more, my dance partner approached me.

“If I may, I enjoyed dancing with you. Will you allow me the pleasure of… spending more time with you?” He asked. 

I was surprised thinking that we’d respectively go our separate ways after the dance. But I found myself welcoming his company. “Yes?”

There were butterflies in my stomach again as I caught a quick glance at the clock again. I’d be cutting it close. . . But I still had a little bit of time.

The man’s expression became even more delighted at my response. He then smiled widely and offered his hand. "Let's walk in the garden." He then added. "I'll take you to a wonderful spot where time stands still. The only sounds that you will hear will be the birds, trees, and us."

Where time stands still.

I take his hand gently with mine as I smile. “That does sound wonderful.”

The man leads me away from the ballroom, out the balcony doors as one of the guards pulls down a curtain to block off the way from the other guests. We descend down the staircase into the garden, and my eyes shimmer at how beautiful and lush it looks. We continued walking, taking in the scenery as the man led me to a beautiful spot with an arch with vines and white blossoms that gives it the perfect romantic vibe.

“May I ask you something, Lisa?” The man spoke up suddenly, gaining my attention. The man’s gaze was soft as his eyes poured into mine. 

“You may.” I nodded, suddenly feeling butterflies in my stomach. 

"After this night, would you allow me to see you again?” He asked me, gently taking my hands in his. 

My face lights up as he asks me that of all things and my cheeks flush a shade darker. “You… really mean that?”

"More than anything in the world, Lisa. You caught my heart from the moment I saw you and I want a chance to keep it with me forever. I want to know everything about you. I want to care for you. I want to keep you by my side all the time. I want to see those perfect eyes you have before sleeping and as soon as I wake up. So yes, Lisa. I mean it." There was no denying that he truly meant every single word he was saying. 

“Oh. . . Oh my, that’s. . .” My mind was racing and then it dawned on me that I never asked for his own name in return. “First may I know the name of the man who has so boldly declared these intentions towards me?”

He smiles again as he raises both his eyebrows in amusement. Squeezing my hands affectionately, the man’s eyes seemed to shine like the stars as he took a breath and said. “Miguel. My name is Miguel O'Hara. And just to be clear, those intentions I declared were not so bold.” He inches closer, completely captivating my gaze. “I'm just telling you what I feel. And what I feel is something that I rarely do."

“Miguel O’Hara. . .”

The name seemed to roll off my tongue as I held his hands, looking into his eyes.

But where have I heard that name before?

I inched closer, feeling this sudden connection, a pull between us.

Wait– it couldn’t be?!

Then came a loud, echoing chime from the clock tower, and I felt as if my body had frozen like a statue.

No, it couldn’t be—!

“What’s the time?”

"The time? Right now, it must be about twelve."

“Midnight?” My eyes widened, feeling my heart face as I glanced over in the direction of the clock tower.

The clock had struck 12 O’clock midnight exactly. My heart dropped into my stomach. Any second the magic of the fairy godmother’s spell would wear off.

I looked back towards Miguel, a passionate, apologetic look forming in my eyes as I squeezed his hands. “I’m so sorry, Miguel, but I must go. I can’t explain, but I have to go.”

I pulled away as I gathered the skirt of my dress, beginning to run before I stopped and turned back towards him. “I had a wonderful time, the best night of my life. You are kind, compassionate, and I’ll remember you and this night for the rest of my life, Miguel O’Hara. Goodnight!”

My dress flowing, I took off running through the garden and back towards the castle.

I retraced my steps, navigating my way through and out the garden before climbing up the balcony steps to the entrance to the ballroom. The curtain blocking off the entrance was heavy, but I managed to push it open just enough for me to slip inside and I rush through the crowd trying to make it to the other end of the room.

I could hear a startled commotion behind me and when I looked back, my heart leapt in my throat when I saw Miguel emerge from the curtain, startling some of the other guests and a man dressed in a guardsman uniform approached him. “Your highness, are you alright?”

I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Miguel. . . 

My mind flashed back to a memory from my childhood. Running away from home, riding in the woods after my father passed. I stumbled upon a young man who was hunting. That face, his eyes, that smile. . .

It couldn’t have been the same person. . .

But it was!

He was the prince?! He’s Prince Miguel. How could I have been so stupid!

The clock tower chimed again and it willed me to keep running.

I was beginning to pant, my lungs burning as I kept running down a long grand hallway. When I turned the corner, I nearly ran and toppled into someone else as I gasped for air, stopping in my tracks.

“Oh, goodness, are you alright my lady?” It was the King. Miguel’s father.

“Yes, my apologies, your majesty,” I offered the king a quick courtesy before I shuffled around him. I had meant to keep running, but before I did, someone compelled me to stop and turn to the king, “Your majesty if I may? Your son, Miguel, is such a kind, compassionate man. He’s so lucky to have you as his father. I know he’ll make a great king one day. Thank you for tonight.”

I smiled briefly, offering him one more quicker curtsey before I took off running again.

After more running, I made it to the entrance of the palace and begun my descent down the long, side staircase where my carriage waited at the bottom of the steps. I had made it about halfway down the steps when I felt something loosen and clatter along the cobblestone steps. I turned to see one of my glass slippers had fallen off and now my one foot was bare.

My cheeks flushed as I reached for it, until a familiar voice called out to me. I looked up and my eyes widened when I spotted Prince Miguel at the top of the stairs.

He had went after me?! If I wasn’t pressed to return home before he saw me for who I truly was. . . This has to be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.

I glanced between him and the shoe and when he began his own descent down the steps, I left the slipper behind and traveled down the remaining flight of stairs and nearly toppled into the carriage. “Go, quickly!”

Miguel was quick and agile and caught the slipper on time, stopping it from toppling and potentially shattering. "Wait! I have something for you! Wait!" Miguel then started to run towards the carriage as he saw the driver preparing to leave.

My heart sank seeing the look on his face. I wished I could have ended the night in better circumstances. I’m so sorry, Miguel. . .

“Go!” I commanded.

The driver slapped hard in the reins and the horses sprinted, taking the carriage with them as I rode off into the night. I dared myself to take one last look out the carriage window, seeing Miguel holding the glass slipper in his hand. I retreated back inside, my heart pounding in my chest.