#the royal wife

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Trick or treat!! Your event looks so fun!

I would love to see hard candy for the noble bird, Nozel 😌🍬

Hiii!!! I'm happy to see you in my inbox on top of Discord ^^ but without further a do, let's get to soelme sweets 🤭

Hard Candy with Nozel

Anger isn't an uncommon emotion in Nozel, even though a lot of the times anger is just the costume of sadness in him. And surely most know him as this cold, stern and mean captain. "Angry" is an adjective that many people would use of him, so it doesn't feel foreign in people's mouths when they describe Nozel

But that's what people deem as his anger. When he's frustrate, sad, cornered and afraid, or protective of people or identity. While his actual anger. Real. Down to the very bone anger. He's... Not sure what to do with it. Because it's a consuming emotion. Something that doesn't make him want to encase his own body in mercury. Oh no. He wants to drown the world into it. Make them consume the poison that runs through his veins. He wants to make people realize how it feels when power tastes like poison

His anger is cold. Chilling. It is consuming and hidden. While his eagle stare might be visible, it is not anger. Because his anger is something hidden beneath, something that would seem soft to those less familiar; a calm before the storm.

He doesn't think he has been angry, truly angry, many times in his life. But when he is... It is almost as insensitive as statistics. Clearcut and unwavering

And it exists without a word

[cheesecakewitch]

it's only love but, i think i taste blood 🩸

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

GYSDFAFS

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG AND THINKING ABOUT ME!!!!

Nozel’s looks good! 

But. But I’m sorry to say this, but I hate Fue’s design with a burning passion T^T 

Yooooooooooo

YYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

BRAID GONE.

@thoughtfullyrainynightmare COME HERE AND LOOK AT THIIISSS

CHEST OUT. HAIR UP.

YYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOO

[firstprinced]

[in-this-essay-i-wont]

Look. I know I am overthinking everything ever. I know. But there’s such a big fucking difference between howdys business and how it intertwines with his character and Eddie’s, because like LOOK BRO

The SMALL ASS TEXT THAT HAS EDDIES NAME???? COMPARED TO THE LARGE EMPHASIS THAT HOWDY HAS FOR HIS BUSINESS AND HIMSLEF???

Like Eddie’s name is so small and insignificant to the post office compared to howdys sign, like Eddie can barely find a place for himself and who he actually is outside of his function as a mailman- where as howdys name is the first thing for his sign! It’s huge! Like it’s a part of who he is, it’s a part of his love for jokes and laughter- compared to Eddie where it seems more of an all consuming way for him to lose himself in what he can function as, and not who he actually is. Which, ya know, kinda explains the whole breakdown before the party for home warming, because taking away his function leaves him with the little part of himself that he always seems too busy to express.

Chat this is devastating I need to be put down

[henfox]

henry: literally standing alex: ❤️👄❤️ RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (2023)

[marsidotcom]

thinking about all the subtle ways henry takes care of alex, even when to outside eyes it may seem that alex is the caretaker, or the protector in its entirety.

those prying eyes don’t see the way henry gently coaxes alex to bed during finals weeks and cram nights, a soft hand on his broad shoulders as he saves the word doc alex has been fretting over for the last couple hours. alex will murmur and whine and insist on continuing- “just another hour or two, hen,” he’ll beg, curls mused from where he’s been running his hand through his hair throughout the night. henry is always persistent, regardless.

he’ll bring alex to his feet and lead him to their bedroom, all 6 ft of him, hoodie-clad and glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he grumbles about spreadsheets into henry’s shoulder. henry will smile and nod and kiss at alex’s forehead as he does.

when they get there, he’ll slip alex’s glasses from his nose and onto the nightstand as the man sways infront of him, the newfound lack of blue light reminding his body of how tired he is. henry will shimmy his sweats off so alex doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night, tangled in the comforter and henry himself, overheated. he’ll let alex lean into him for a moment as he pets across the back of his head, smoothing over stray curls and soothing him further.

they’ll get into bed eventually, with henry tucking alex in and letting him roll over under the blankets to pillow his head on henry’s chest. henry will stifle a tiny laugh over how alex’s hair tickles his neck, and alex will be dead asleep in the next few minutes. Henry will follow suit eventually.

In the morning, alex will wake to david pawing at the edge of the bed, the smell of coffee and earl gray mingling with the early light fluttering in through the gauzy curtains they hung a few weeks after moving in. He’ll come out to kiss at henry’s shoulders and take the mug of coffee henry made for him, dash of cinnamon included.

[shijiujun]

I’ve literally never seen a male lead in a historical cdrama PRETTY HIMSELF THE FUCK UP AND PREPARE A WHOLE FIELD OF FLOWERS AND TRANSFORM HIMSELF INTO THE BEST BISHOUNEN AND THEN SET UP HIS OWN FUCKING STAGE AND PLAY THE GUQIN LIKE SOME SEDUCTIVE MISTRESS JUST TO WOO HIS DAMN WIFE HE EVEN PUT DOWN HIS HAIR AND GOT ALL THE FANS OUT TO BLOW THE HAIR AMEN PEI WENXUAN

[nekupilled]

Yaoi⁉️

[therichwife]

[aimeedaisies]

Princess Anne and Sir Tim Laurence attending day three of Badminton Horse Trials where they supported their (step)daughter Zara Tindall on 11th May 2024.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

I don't think I ever posted this. Made it last month for @koneko-pi

Yes. Nozel got a new hairstyle because of reasons

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Oh this was such an exciting read! To venture out into a forbidden room with various items that may or may not surface in Briar's story as well 😏

And then we have a little bit of sibling interactions. Which I do think is well written and there is care in there from both sides, though Nymph seems like the type who wouldn't downright, out loud, admit it

And then they're transported somewhere? Or merely trapped into a mirror, one needs to read in order to find out 👀

DISTANT RELATIVES, CHAPTER ONE

I was intending to make a one shot but it kind of expanded into more ^^'

inspired by @lyranova

"Nymphy?"

"Nyyymphyyyyy?"

"Nymphy!"

Avalinia Silva wandered all around their home looking for her sister; she opened doors, peaked down hallways and even accidentally stumbled on a few servants being a little too close to one another.

"I'm so sorry!!" She slammed the door quickly, face as red as the tomatoes her mother loved to grow. 'Sister where are you?!'

Their father had summoned them to his office almost ten minutes ago, he would scold them both for being this late!! With the haunting thought of Nozel looming over them angrily Ava quickly rushed down the halls, calling her sisters name here and there-

Soon her feet carried her to a stop, pausing her movements outside a door that normally she was not willing to get anywhere near. She had walked far enough to end up in the small branch of the house that had been given to their mother to hold all of her things.

While she slept in the same room as their father and most of her essentials were within the main manor, much of her… more collectible items were kept in a locked room that was in the far corner of the house, a place you would actively have to seek out to find.

But as Ava stared at the door, she realized it was not locked and even hung open slightly, a small glow coming through the crack in it.

"N-Nymphy..?" Ava slowly pushed the door open. This room really gave her the chills. Literally, it was like suddenly walking into a refrigerator as she passed through the doorway. 

Their mother had forbidden them from entering this room because of how dangerous the times inside could be. She was a collector of things from what she called "the old world", the era humans had erased from history books (save for one) and the era their mother was originally from. So the items here were more potent than the things witches would create today.

Some of the things Ava saw in the glass cases looked suspicious. An ominous black crown with red gemstones inlaid into it. A decorative blue and gold urn that seemed to whisper to her. A small mirror that looked transparent. She paused in front of an open case displaying some of the more harmless items, she assumed.

"Oh!" Her mood brightened a little as she picked up an old worn out head piece. It was green and gold, the blue stones on either side now dull with their loss of mana. It was made to cover up one's ears and wrap around the backside of the head. Ava smiled as she tilted it this way and that. "This was mama's first set of earmuffs." She remembered seeing it in old photos the squad had of her parents when they first met. Nowadays she wore much more decorative ones to hide her ears, gifts her father had made for her knowing how insecure she was about her ears.

She was getting so lost in fond thoughts that when something suddenly fluttered behind her she almost dropped the sentimental piece out of fear. She squealed as she fumbled with it in the air, her hands clasped the earmuffs tightly as she then slowly put them back down. She let out a breath of relief before turning around towards the noise.

Past a few boxes she saw a bit of dust floating through the air in a light in a far corner. Something had been disturbed…

She swallowed nervously as she steeled herself to move towards it. She did not like this room… the goosebumps were almost unbearable.

"N-Nymphy…?" Ava's voice was shaking as she peaked around a stack of wooden crates-

The light source was a lantern, lit up by a magical stone in its core, it was on the ground by a girl's feet and she stood in front of a decorative floor to ceiling wall mirror.

"Nymphadora!" Ava called her name with relief.

The other girl turned to her twin. "Ava?" She looked amazed her skittish sister had even made it this far into the storage room. "What are you doing here?" 

"Looking for you!" Ava was quick to grab onto her sister's hand. "Father has been calling for us for nearly an hour! He wanted to talk to us about something."

Nymphadora's expression quickly soured. "Oh what could he possibly yell at me for this time." 

Ava didn't want to be that person… but she did just catch her in a room they were forbidden to enter… "w-well maybe he's not scolding you! He called for me too." 

"He just uses you as the example of a goody-two-shoes!" The younger twin yanked her hand away, leaving Ava feeling disappointed and a little hurt. Because of her fragile nature their father had always doted on her just a little bit more. Be it in worrying for her safety or making sure she got everything she needed, which left Nymphadora feeling left out.

It didn't help either that she had a powerful curiosity for their mothers projects, much like their little brother. But unlike Mikhail who was satisfied with just the stories, Nymphadora wanted to touch, use, and explore her mothers creations and findings. Which more often than not, were dangerous. So their mother refused her curiosities everytime, which cut the wound even deeper…

"W-what are you even doing in here..?" Ava asked to try and brighten her mood a little and change the subject. While Nymphadora really shouldn't be touching their mothers things, she was always excited to talk about them. And so as she answered her posture changed and her voice sounded happier.

"I wanted to look at this mirror! I saw it last time I was here."

'How many times have you been in here!?' Anyone could see the panic on Ava's face as she paled considerably and her hands wrung themselves together. "M-mirror?"

"Yeah, check it out!" The frame looked like it was made of solid gold and was well polished. Details of leaves, numbers and foreign letters or runes were etched into it, giving it a very antique kind of feeling. It was leaning against the wall but if it was standing straight up it would surely be taller than the room. As Nymphadora waved her hands, danced and moved in front of it excitedly, Ava realized there was no reflection. At least not of her sister. Rather the image in the mirror was incredibly dark and Ava could barely make out the outlines of boxes and trinkets inside. The only things not reflected seemed to be the lantern and girls.

"This is weird…" Ava whispered, and although it was still chilling to her, curiosity and amazement was still taking over.

"Isn't it!" Nymphadora laughed giddily as she struck a small pose in front of the mirror. "I wonder what it does."

"How did you find it?"

"I was in here last week looking for moms dream wine-"

"Eh!?" The wine that almost killed people because they weren't waking up?!

"-but she almost caught me so I had to hide and it was behind this thing!" The younger twin gestured eagerly to the mirror. "I didn't get a decent look at it though 'cause I had to hightail it out of here."

"W-well now that you got your look we can go right?" Ava gave a sheepish smile, hoping to maybe convince her sister they should LEAVE. After all, the longer they didn't show up to meet their father the more likely he was to come looking for them.

"No way!" And she was back to being her stubborn spiteful self.

"Nymphy, pplleeaaseee!!"" Ava whined as she grabbed hold of her sister's arm and began to tug. "If Father finds us here we'll be in so much trouble!"

"Good!" Nymphadora tugged back angrily, till the two of them were in a game of tug of war against leaving and staying put. "Maybe finally you can get punished for something!"

"But I'm not the one always breaking rules!" Ava began to tear up, not wanting to admit how hurtful her sister's words felt.

"Then maybe you should-! You're such a spoiled pretty princess around here and I'm sick of it! I want dad to yell at you and feel-"

"Nymphy-!" Ava's chest felt tight suddenly, her legs getting weak and giving out as she wheezed.

"Eh!?" 

All the force Nymphadora had been using to hold herself in place suddenly had nothing to pull against, and it sent the pair of them flying back towards the mirror. Her head whipped around with creamy colored eyes wide in fear. She could already feel the hundred of cuts they were both about to get.

Arms wrapped around her body and her vision was covered in liquid metal.

The pair of them were cocooned tightly together by Ava's magic, something she was supposed to use sparingly because of how hard it was on her body. 

"Kya-!" Both girls cried out as they hit the floor and were knocked around inside their protective casing. They clung to each other, confused and shaking.

Nymphadora was certain she hadn't heard the glass break…

"Guh- cogh-!"

"Ava!" The magic melted away and Nymphadora quickly got up to support her sister. Her body was hunched over, her hands clasping at her chest as she coughed and wheezed in a struggle to breath. "It's okay, just relax!" She quickly rubbed and patted her sister back to try and ease her of her blight.

Ava coughed a few more times before she managed to take in breaths of air. "I-I'm.. ok… I'm ok…. Thank you…"

She felt Nymphadora suddenly leave her side and stand up. "Sure." She responded coldly. "Dad would yell at me for putting you in the situation anyway, so I might as well make sure you live."

"N-nymphy…" Ava reached for her looking hurt but Nymphadora moved past her, uncaring, to the mirror.

"How weird… I was certain we were going to hit it." She muttered more to herself than her sister. The mirror was completely intact, with not even a fingerprint or smudge on it. They hadn't collided with it, did they fall past it? But the longer Nymphadora stared the more she noticed weird things, like the lantern she had brought with her was now on the other side of the mirror. In the reflection.

"Nymphy?" Ava stood up slowly and reached for her sister, wanting to talk to her about how troubled she was but-

"Who goes there?" 

The girls flinched as light suddenly flooded the room. "Ah-!" And they had to shield their eyes. 

"What are you doing in here!?" A girls voice sounded panicked and the twins felt hands wrap around their wrists and quickly pulled them out. "Don't you know this place is off limits to guests!?'

"W-were sorry!" Ava pleaded as her free hand rubbed at her watery eyes. "We were iust-"

"We're not guests!" Nymphadora snapped as she tried, and successfully, tugged herself free of whoever had snatched them away. "This is our house!"

"House?" The voice sounded confused.

The girls quickly rubbed the pain from their eyes as they adjusted to blinding light. And they were left speechless at what they saw.

What should have been on the outside of the room was a hallway, with green wallpaper and wooden floors.

What they were met with was a massive multi level room with bright lights, magical tools and people rushing to and from place to place.

"Whaaaaat..?" Nymphadora's mouth fell open.

"Oh my lord…" Ava could feel another coughing fit coming on out of panic.

"Are you ok?"

They both slowly turned to the one speaking and jumped, one twin grabbing hold of the other so they didn't faint.

It was a girl and she was short, probably around 15 years of age. Her hair was purple aside from some of her bangs that were snow white and covered up one of her eyes.

"Uhh… m-miss… Liliana?" Ava asked in a shaky voice.

The girl looked surprised. "You know me?"

Pucelle Liliana was one of their moms closest confidants, and a worker with the Crimson Lions. She often visited Briar in regards to work but… last time they checked.. She was in her twenties? This was a CHILD.

"I don't know…" Ava was trembling, despite trying to smile. "I'm really confused actually." With her eyes spinning she looked like she was about to lose consciousness.

"Oi oi!" Nymphadora suddenly had to hold all of her sister up as her legs gave out again.

"Woah okay- let's get you to a doctor first!" Pucelle looked panicked as she got to Ava's other side and helped her up. "We'll question you later but come on she looks sick…"

"Y-yeah…" Nymphadora wasn't sure what else to do but help carry her sister to the nearest infirmary…

Taglist: @lyranova

[thiziri]

Princess Anne and Sir Tim Laurence during a reception at the Airborne Museum Hartenstein in Oosterbeek, Netherlands, to commemorate the 80th anniversary of Battle of Arnhem, on 21 September 2024.

[afterthelambs]

I was explaining shuake third semester to my sister and she goes "Oh so it's like Inception except instead of the dead wife convincing Leo di Caprio to stay in the dream world, it's this dead anime guy convincing Joker to leave the dream world" and i felt like i got hit by a truck. She has never played persona and does not know these characters. And yet here she is comparing them to a canon husband and wife :') shuake so real

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Another BTS leaked image shows exactly what we already knew. Nobody cares about these two. This is why theyve obsessively tried to control the images that are released during this sad little trip. by u/Upper_Charge_4449

Another BTS leaked image shows exactly what we already knew…. Nobody cares about these two. This is why they’ve obsessively tried to control the images that are released during this sad little trip. https://ift.tt/h4rxstM post link: https://ift.tt/vxzYyMc author: Upper_Charge_4449 submitted: August 17, 2024 at 09:18PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.