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[zhemyna]

🖤 (Any AU is game ;) )

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She wakes up and he is gone, leaving a vacuum of ambient silence in the big house.

The click of the cane announces Zhemyna’s progress through the house, doing a cursory sweep of all the rooms she would know he could be in or get into. And even some she’s not sure he can, but as a just in case, she checks them anyway. With no note, she can only imagine the trouble he could get into without her knowing where to start looking. 

Her budding panic wanes as soon as she notices her Arvanat bumping into the walls and furniture; the creature clearly has its mouth open, which disengages the giant singular eyeball that is its head. In its mouth is a piece of paper, she recognizes the scrawl on it as Gilbert’s handwriting. She pets its head just behind the eyelid as she takes it, watching as the mouth closes and the eye re-engages so it can see again. 

A glance over the short letter lets her know he’s safe, doing a few errands in the company of her sister. No one will get in their way so long as Lorelei is present; she is a formidable Stalker and it makes her a terrifying woman. One not even the All-Eyes want to pick a fight with.

With her daily crisis averted, her morning routine carries on. Bathing, dressing, breakfast, looking over the latest plans for the company. Handling the apothecary is child’s play, coming along after lunch is had and all business for Harkonnen Innovations has concluded for the day. Her knowledge on plants and their uses could probably get her in trouble with The Order as going against their teachings, if she hadn’t used such to help the High Seer at one point. As thanks, they begrudgingly overlook her transgressions.

Her patronage is more varied with the apothecary. Everyone who can make it to her comes, whether it be asking advice, placing orders, or picking them up. She offers what she can, takes payment from those who can afford it, and quietly helps those who can’t. 

Her tip jar is mostly full before half her hours go by. Mostly from male patrons, wooed subconsciously by a glimpse of her cleavage. The wardrobe is perfectly socially proper, but she discovered it could be useful. A coy laugh with no direct flirting almost always sways someone attracted to a pair of breasts into tipping generously, the profits and proceeds going to fund other endeavours. After all, she makes plenty of income otherwise from her late husband’s business she needs no financial help. Save where personal researches are involved...

One of her patrons today is a fine rival industrialist, one she knows has both fancied her for some time and is also very married to someone else. He has made several particularly unsuccessful attempts at courting, whether as a mistress or a second wife, she has no idea nor is she interested in knowing. 

She has ceased with the playful laughter by now, lessened her language and covered herself properly with the intent of making herself undesirable to no avail. Even the Arvanat, curled up next to her and fiercely guarding her cane in case she needs it, is unimpressed; it makes a noise she’s never heard from it before, but she takes it as a sigh.

It’s when she mentions she has already accepted a suitor that everything falls into place. He tells her to prove it, obviously not taking no for an answer, just in time for one particular albino to enter the lounge from behind. A mental sigh of relief releases tension as he walks around the couch and sits down next to her. The look of surprise on his face as she grabs his shoulders and pulls him into a quick rough kiss is rivaled only by the realization blooming red over his cheeks. It’s hard to hide a blush on his face, his alabaster complexion making it all the more vibrant.

She finally pulls back, despite Gilbert’s silent protest of trying to catch her again. Once she’s pulled out of his range enough, he flops back, giving her ample time to address her attempted courter. There isn’t much to be said, thankfully; such a brazen display of affection is enough for now, and with his hands up, he leaves finally.

She turns toward her albino companion once it’s just them again, letting out an actual sigh of relief and falling properly against him as his arm snakes around her waist and pulls her to him. No doubt in response to her earlier claim. 

“So. How did your errand go?”

@removethewallinourhearts

[kriegisms]

“I’ve never met someone with an octopus lower half before!” (Sis and Gil must meet at least once. Let's start a quick thread. ;) )

Sis didn’t make a habit of eating anything that could barely fill her mouth, much less her stomach. But it had been a fair surprise to feel something of decent size touch one of her trailing tentacles, and out of ravenous habit, snapped up the prize in her clutches. Thankfully, the little shark wasn’t big enough to be skewered by the numerous claws along the capturing limb, though no doubt he could feel the brush of them before she let him go, her glow brightening as she brought her face close enough for her monstrous white eyes to see him.

His words caused a low humming in her throat, behind the equally-monstrous needle-teeth displayed eternal, enough to rattle the water around her. “Squid, Lightdweller.” she corrected, a bit of a muffled accent on that deep voice. No doubt because of the small lips that didn’t cover the teeth. “But close.”

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Kiss! Kiss!

Magnus gave a tap on Gilberts’ shoulder, distracting the man from his cooking so he could turn around and face him. That irritation in his ruby eyes was just the cutest thing he’s ever laid eyes on, however, he proved himself wrong the way Gilbert tilted his head as he looked up at him. 

Caught up in the moment Magnus leaned downwards, both hands cupping the sides of his cheeks, he placed a kiss on those pale lips. Keeping it tender, just grazing across as if he flew too close to the sun he’d burn up. 

[galdrafullur]

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“Beilschmidt!”

Clarisse dropped two mugs down on the table in front of the Prussian, a big grin on her face.

“Fill up. Your choice. But we’re drinking, and you aren’t allowed to say no!!”

[pohjantahdenalla]

Lepo vaan. Ei kantoja yhteen tänään, levee haara-asento, ja vedä elämäs perseet, Tino! Tee mitä haluut, oot sata vaan kerran. Paljon onnea, jääkäripoika. Oon tosi ylpeä susta.

“Kenraaaliiii!!” Kyyleneet kihosivat Tinon silmiin Gilbertin sanoista, etenkin kun preussilainen sanoi olevan ylpeä hänestä. “S-saanks mä halata? Tän kerran?”

[sininensalo-a]

ASENTO. Häikäilemättömästi vanhaa nimikettäni käyttäen, Kenraali Beilschmidt toivottaa sotilas Järvelälle hyvää syntymäpäivää. LEPO. Sotilas on hyvä ja pitää hauskaa koko yön ja kaikki seuraavatkin sata vuotta. Se on mun viimeinen käsky!

*Jaakko stood immediately at attention upon hearing the first order and did not ease until commanded to do that.  Old habits die hard, especially when you’re a retired soldier. If Gilbert intended to surprise him by using this kind of tone, he did well. What the Prussian said together with the commands, however, was strangely heartwarming, and the Finn couldn’t help but smile. Genuinely and broadly.*

Paljon kiitoksia, herra kenraali. Sotilas Järvelä tulee varmasti noudattamaan käskyä. Vaikka se olisi viimeinen.

[bellasognatrice]

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Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

NAME: ChickPea

RINGTONE: This.

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: ‘did you steal my pen’

LAST TEXT SENT: ‘did you steal my dress’

[lordalbion]

au: parted || engpru

                 Favour my solemn song, for I have loved                  Thee ever, and thee only; I have watched                  Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps,                  And my heart ever gazes on the depth                  Of thy deep mysteries.

                 I have made my bed                  In charnels and on coffins, where black death                  Keeps record of the trophies won from thee,                  Hoping to still these obstinate questionings                  Of thee and thine, by forcing some lone ghost                  Thy messenger, to render up the tale                  Of what we are. 

                                               @removethewallinourhearts

No one expected this, not truly. He was simply there one day and gone the next; a disappearance that shook the world to its core. They had a funeral for him. It was a quiet, representative-only affair, for those considered his closest acquaintances. His body was buried in a humble setting: a small medieval church where he had often worshiped. His will and final wishes were respected, but really, he had deserved of so much more.

England most of all had the hardest time accepting Prussia’s physical passing. Many were perplexed by this; no one seemed to understand how close the two men had truly been. Two weeks passed since that awful day, yet Arthur refused to see a soul. In England’s stead, all national duties fell upon the shoulders of his siblings, his capital and his respected colleagues. Meanwhile, Arthur locked himself away from the world in his grief.

They had no idea of his sorrow; no idea how mind-shattering it was to lose the man who had been his crutch, the man he had loved. Gilbert had utterly ceased to exist and nothing could soothe Arthur from his pain, his guilt, the torture of having to live another hour without him. That was why he had to do this; this morbid spell he’d slaved over for days on end. It had to work, it had to bring Gilbert back to him.

Some small part of him knew that what he was doing was mad, it was abhorrent and unnatural. It went against everything Gilbert had ever believed in, but he did not care. None of it mattered, not if it meant Arthur could hold him again. 

Kneeling in the dark of his basement before a conjuring circle he had painted with perfect precision, crystals and candles surrounding him, Arthur held out the preserved heart of his dearly beloved, and chanted the repetitive words of his spell in deep concentration. He had been at it for hours, and his energy was waning minute by minute, but that meant it was working. 

It was working.

[sverige-san]

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WHAT HAS HE EVER DONE TO YOU TONI

Well there was that one time Gilbert called Toni’s muscles small. He’s still not over that.

[zhemyna]

A bunch of tinyart lineart for my storyline on Main with @removethewallinourhearts gil and his girls, which is still a ways off but we’re getting there!

it’s been forever since i attempted to draw gilbutt and it shows but zhem and edda both came out well edda came out very well still laughing that i cant center anything worth half a shit but ah well impulse doodles amirite

i’ll probably give them all color and inks later on, but in the meantime enjoy the decorative paper i unearthed the other day!

[kriegisms]

Dog Days

@removethewallinourhearts

The air was getting cooler now, the onslaught of winter looming on the horizon. It was always easiest to settle in late autumn and be ready for the cold. Due to the sheer size the Legion had grown, it was safer to take a small chunk of the main army when following The Urge instead of the whole thing in the coldest parts of the year. She’d seen many make such mistakes and lose most of their fighting force to adverse weather and sickness. She was not one to take too many to handle, and it helped bring most of them back to the main body.

As it stood, they had anchored on one of the sprawling forested areas on the very outskirts of Berlin they had purchased some decades back just for this purpose. They kept the front that they were a travelling re-enactment troupe to not alarm anyone who stumbled on them, and it was quite frequent someone did; a force of their size undoubtedly drew attention in this modern era when people were almost literally everywhere, and they had the necessary skill and regular knowledge of multiple eras to pull off their ruse. A few flashy shows here and there kept morale up and assured people they were harmless, with the added bonus of charging admission and funding themselves.

The mornings around the camp were always relatively quiet. Or at least quieter than it was at the height of the day, when barricades were up and they’d be ready to show their face smiling and ready to accept visitors. As it was at dawn, a fair few who didn’t sleep or were early risers were around, making the morning meal and cleaning themselves and any mess made in the night before. There were a few out and about, sparse across the camp, but none of them noticed that among their numbers, their commander was slipping about unnoticed, aiming for the dog kennels.

Around barricades and over boxes, slinking like a cat and even pausing when one of the transports coughed to life, pinpointing the telltale belch of exhaust before continuing on. It would ruin her morning proper to be caught and inundated with trivial tasks. It was relatively quiet and although she was built and programmed to cause widespread bloodshed, there was still a tiny hint in War that was...

...human.

A break was necessary, and what better way to start before dealing in such startup trivialities as a walk and cup of coffee. Of course, not alone, lanky frame rounding a corner to saunter through the dog kennels. One had her eye, the big black Cane Corso at the end with the thick collar.

“Drauken...”

At the sound of his name being trilled, the mastiff lifted his head, his ears perked forward and his stub of a tail starting to wiggle. Clearly as happy to see his mistress as she was him, he untangled himself from his sleeping brethren and padded to the gate of the chainlink enclosure to be let out.

“Good boy.” 

She let him out, being careful to close and latch the gate quietly before looking around. No humans with issues and concerns were nearby, it was the perfect opportunity to tell the big military dog to heel with a point and sneak off with him in tow. It set an almost giddy feeling in her gut, like she knew she was doing something minutely bad and could get a scolding if caught running around out of uniform and away from the Legion.

It wasn’t hard to keep the braces from clicking on her way out, Drauken keeping in stride with her as they made it to a main road and followed it into town at a brisk pace, taking in the autumn air and puffing it out in little poofs of breath expected of the early morning chill. It disappeared as the temperature warmed as morning went on.

Their first stop was for a bus, using a little pocket change to board with promises the big threatening-looking dog would be no trouble. It seemed to calm the suspicions of the driver when she explained he was a service dog, though purposely kept it vague as to what service he provided; Drauken was every bit as good a soldier as a human being in her eyes, though she was sure the questioning party assumed medical instead.

The trip on public transportation made getting into the Berlin interior much faster; had they kept on foot, it would have taken a few hours and coffee would have been gotten at closer to noon than in the morning. Her memory of the Berlin bus routes proved correct, the stop she wanted landing both her and her four-legged companion next to the coffeehouse she liked so much. it had been several years now and she was happy to see it was still booming as s business. it would hopefully be around for many more years to come.

Drauken was set to sit and stay put with the verbal commands he was trained to, parking himself next to the door outside and being an immovable object. Several people took him for a statue and patted his head while his mistress was gathering her morning dose of caffeine and he never moved, nor did the usual distractions of dogs deter him from the task at hand. Not until she left and gave him the commands to release and heel respectively did he move, trotting alongside her as they made for one of the parks nearby. After all, Drauken liked to move, being kept in the enclosure most of the day, only let out when the designated handlers came to take care of the canine units.

A deep breath was taken as they entered the park, the braces clicking against the concrete path as they went. They’d head back soon, but for now, it was worth it to just take in the sights and sounds and subtle changes old Berlin had to offer after an absence of five years. The sun dappled through the trees lining the path, that small chill still biting the air being staved by the coffee in her hands.

Nothing was going to ruin her day’s start. Nothing.

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[dente-avvelenato]

Romano juggled his bags carefully as he unlocked his front door; he had gotten up extra early today to get the freshest ingredients and he wasn't going to drop them now. Ever since inviting the other over he had decided that it was going to be the perfect date and he wasn't going to be let down by substandard food. Finally getting the door open without dropping anything he quickly put his purchases away, the fish he had just bought next to the tomatoes he had picked just before going out in his large fridge.

Once it was all away he caught sight of the clock out of the corner of his eye and realised Gilbert would be arriving soon and he wasn't ready. Swearing under his breath he dashed upstairs and started pulling outfits out of his wardrobe. Hopefully he would be able to chose something before they got there.

[zoetbelgiearchive]

Birds of paradise and camellia white. Tied into a crooked flower crown. He tried!

Flower For Your Thoughts?

Bird of Paradise– JoyfulnessCamellia White– You’re Adorable 

She wastes no time in putting the crown on, wearing it proudly.

“Thank you, Gilbert~”