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[rosietrace]

You thought it was over? Ha

Guess who’s back Pookie!

May I request Roywen with a Cinderella au! Specifically the scene at the ball with “So this is Love”

Hope this request makes sense and happy Valentine’s Day!

HELLAUR ELLRIZZ!! I'm gonna have so much fun writing this omgg 😈😈 (Your ask for Porter and Molly will be in the works a little later!)

'C'est ça l'amour [ 1/2 ]

(Central) Characters Featured: Roya Callistis, Gwendolyn Schnee

↳ { Gwendolyn belongs to @/starry-night-rose }

Others mentioned/featured: Tinsley LaBelle, Rubina Callistis, Davidson Novellion

↳ { Tinsley belongs to @/jasdiary }

Pairing: Roya Callistis & Gwendolyn Schnee

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: AU Oneshot! 「 Cinderella 」

Synopsis: So this is love? So this is what makes life divine.

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, loosely inspired by the Disney 1950/2015 adaptations, Rubina and Davis /j /j, two-parter!, surprisingly longer than I thought holy shit

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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His Highness Roya Callistis was bored beyond belief.

There he sat, in his elaborately decorated throne, one that once belonged to his Father; And will inevitably become his when he finds himself a bride.

The only problem? Finding a bride in a sea of young noblewomen proved to be predictably difficult. And tedious.

As another potential suitor had announced their presence to him, Roya could only sit there in awkward silence. Only giving the pitiful young ladies of the night a nod of acknowledgment.

This predicament, in turn, happened to bring a sense of irritation upon his dear Mother — Queen Rubina.

“What in God's name is he doing?” Rubina hissed, watching her only son from a considerable distance.

Davis, Roya's cousin, stood by her side with a condescending smile. “I'm sure my dear cousin will find someone, Auntie.”

Rubina's hardened gaze softened at Davis' assurance. “Oh, you may have a point, dear nephew…”

Davis hummed, his expression going nonchalant. He was always Rubina's favorite.

“I can't help but feel concerned, however.”

“And rightfully so, Auntie.”

“I am only asking this from Roya for the sake of our Kingdom..”

“And for that, I admire your benevolence,” Davis and his ass-kissing ways. “I, too, feel concerned for my cousin.”

Rubina sighed, gently ruffling Davis' dark hair. “What would I do without you, Davis?”

Davis feigned a smile. A handsome, tenaciously deceitful, smile.

“Oh, I can't bring myself to imagine that… Auntie.”

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Gwen couldn't find the right words to describe the ambitious architecture of the palace, only parting her lips to silently gawk at all of its glory.

How stunning, Gwen thought, smiling to herself. I'll be sure to try and enjoy myself tonight…

… I only have until midnight to do so, her smile faltered at that.

Tonight, a ball fit for a princess was the one night where Gwen could look at herself — at the scenery before her — and think: I'm free.

Walking up the steps of the foyer, a couple of palace guards couldn't help themselves and happened to catch a glance at her every now and again.

Truly, everything that surrounded her was a marvel. The pinnacle of extravagance that she always believed would be reserved for her step-family.

Speaking of her step-family, Gwen managed to catch a glimpse of them once she found her way to the ballroom.

Her stepmother wore silks of dark red, obscuring her face with an ornately designed fan. Gwen's stepsisters were in the farther distance, making their way to the prince — whom Gwen couldn't get a proper look at.

Tinsley wore dark green, with hints of black and gold expertly placed along the bodice of her gown in the shape of vines.

Her other stepsister — who wasn't sure if she had an actual name — wore red, with a similar pattern to Tinsley at the bodice of her gown.

Seems like my stepsister opted to match with stepmother… Gwen hummed to herself, carefully walking around the ballroom in her unusually comfortable glass slippers to avoid catching her stepfamily's gaze.

Unfortunately, in spite of her efforts, Gwen ended up catching the eye of her stepmother.

Skeptical at the mysterious young lady that felt oddly familiar, her stepmother readily approached, her heels clicking against the floor.

Gwen winced, turning her body in the opposite direction to make an escape.

When suddenly: A hand gently yet firmly grasped her own.

Gwen looked behind her, fixating her eyes on the stranger who caught her hand; Only to realize that the ‘stranger’ in question was no stranger at all.

Pale skin, perhaps rivaling her own. Gray, almost silver, eyes. Horns that he had yet to properly explain. And long dark red locks styled into an elaborate braid that fell from his shoulder.

Roya's eyes softened when their eyes met, and it was as though time had closed its curtains.

“I…” Roya's words came to a standstill, the poor boy didn't know how to make conversation. Especially not with a lady as pretty as Gwen.

Gwen, who recognized him as the boy she met in the forest not too long ago, tilted her head slightly.

“Kit?” Ah, right.

Roya was bemused that Gwen still remembered him from the forest, and was even more than that when it came to him that she didn't realize he was the prince.

“M-My Lady…” Roya cleared his throat, finding a newfound confidence as he gazed into her ice-blue set.

“K-Kit!” Gwen was overjoyed that she found someone other than her step-family whom she recognized at the ball. “I didn't know you'd be here!”

“Yes, well- I am an apprentice, after all.”

“An apprentice for the palace, of course! Oh, forgive my silliness for not realizing it sooner…”

A chuckle left his lips, his free hand finding its way to her cheek. “You are forgiven, My Lady.”

Guilt was what Roya felt, feeling a slight discomfort that he was lying to Gwen about who he really was, even now.

But a part of him — that small, wishful-thinking side of him — wanted it to last a little longer. If it meant spending more time with Gwen, Roya would wear the sin of deceit with pride.

He cleared his throat a second time, taking a step back and letting the hand on her cheek fall to his side.

“If I may be frank, My Lady…”

Roya bowed down before her, his lips mere inches away from the back of Gwen's hand; His eyes piercing through her own.

“Might I have the honor of a dance?”

A gasp fell from her lips, eyes going slightly wide.

“A dance?...” Gwen looked around, and at the very least, her stepmother had already paid more attention to her sisters than anything else. “With… Me?”

Roya smiled at her, adjusting his stance. “With you, yes.”

“Shall we?”

Her eyes flickered between him and the clock behind him.

Very little time… Gwen wanted to frown, but couldn't bring herself to actually do so, lest Roya misunderstood.

But tonight was a night where she was meant to feel free for once. And perhaps dancing with ‘Kit’ was a way of doing that.

Gwen's smile, beautiful and soft in every way that made Roya's heart melt, widened in size when she took her hand in his. Both hands, this time.

“We shall.”

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Their dance felt like more than a dance. Odd way to put it, yes, but in the eyes of Roya and Gwen: It was like their two souls had intertwined.

And that, with their movements and the way they looked into each other's eyes, caught Queen Rubina's attention.

An eyebrow arched, Rubina's gaze skeptically flickered between her son and the girl he was dancing with.

“Who is she?...”

Davis narrowed his eyes. He's never seen that girl in his life, and his aunt expected him to give her an answer?

“I'm not quite sure, Auntie,” Davis answered as politely as he could, “but unfortunately, it appears I've never seen this girl in my life.”

“Well that's ridiculous,” in likeness to her nephew, Rubina's eyes narrowed.

“... Keep an eye on them.”

She descended further away from the ballroom — likely to make preparations for a potential wedding, Davis gathered.

Still, he followed his Aunt's orders, keeping a close eye on Roya and his dancing partner; In spite of his irritation.

And nobody did Irritation the way Davidson Novellion did.

Whoever that girl was, regardless of personality or status, Davis didn't like her.

As Gwen and Roya danced, it finally occurred to Gwen what was going on around her; They were being watched. Rather intently, at that.

“What…?” Gwen turned to Roya. “They're staring…”

“Well-” Roya sucked in a breath, “that is to be expected, dancing with a palace apprentice.”

“No- No,” Gwen's eyes blinked rapidly, her eyes looking between Roya and the guests behind him.

“Who are you?”

Roya stiffened, spinning her around. His lips pursed, a nervous feeling churning in his stomach.

Should he tell her the truth? If he did, would she see him differently?

He didn't want that. Never in his life would we want that, especially not with her.

To her, he wasn't the crown prince. To her, he was just… Kit. A kind hunter she met one fateful day in the woods, who happened to be ‘some apprentice’.

“Kit?”

Words were flooding his system, trying to force themselves out of his mouth.

“I…”

“Kit. Please.”

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to resist that look in her eyes, the softness of her melodious voice.

“Tell me who you are,” a beat. “Who you truly are.”

“... Might I request a second dance?”

Roya pulled away, keeping his hands intertwined with hers; A silent plea.

There, sat silence. Time had finally made its grand return, and all eyes were on them, and them alone.

He brought his hand to her cheek. “Please, my lady,” he pleaded with her, his voice desperate and regretful. “Just one more dance.”

Gwen looked him in the eye, finally taking note of all the intricacies of his attire — the kind of intricacies reserved only for royalty.

And it all clicked.

She leaned into his touch. He was one of the only ones in her life that could withstand her ice-cold palms.

She didn't want to lose that.

“I accept.”

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“Are… Are you mad at me?”

It was lucky for them, to scurry away from the prying eyes of their astute audience in the ballroom — running off to the palace gardens, unchaperoned.

Scandalous, truly. But a thought such as that never once crossed Gwen's mind. As it did not cross Roya's.

“A little,” she admitted to him, walking across a bridge so crystal clear she almost believed it was made of glass.

“A little?” Roya's head tilted. “I… I would've thought you'd be more than upset.”

“I am upset,” Gwen looked up at the night sky, her hand against the bridge’s railings. “But…”

“But?”

“But, I've convinced myself not to be more upset than I need to be. That I have to consider why you'd hide your true status from me.”

A breath caught in Roya's throat when she looked back at him, her figure illuminated by the shining moon.

“Why, Your Highness?”

It hurt to hear her say that. Perhaps it was because he grew so used to her calling him ‘Kit’.

“... I didn't want you to change your perception of me,” he walked to her, standing beside her. He looked down at the water below.

“You were so kind to me when I was Kit. I didn't want to change that.”

“So- That's why you interjected that palace guard from-”

“Yes,” he interrupted her, too. “In all honesty, I have to thank Sir Lancelot for understanding so quickly.”

They stared into each other's eyes. And they — more specifically, Roya — couldn't help but get lost in them.

He straightened himself up. Stepping back from her a little, to give her even the slightest of space.

“Well,” he looked down again, pursing his lips.

Clearing his throat, Roya continued: “You know my true name, now.”

“And I'd love for you to tell me yours, too.”

Just as Gwen was ready to open her lips and give him her name. She heard it. Many things, she heard, actually.

The sound of the clock tower ringing, a reminder of it now being the stroke of twelve; And the words of her Fairy Godmother.

On the stroke of twelve, said the Godmother that small eternity ago, all things shall return to the way they once were.

And Gwen had little to no time to properly respond to Roya.

She had no time to do… Anything.

With the little time left, Gwen made a run for it, her head spinning as she made her escape.

Roya followed suit, but just barely. He called for guards, and could only hope that wouldn't scare her off.

Unfortunately for him, it did.

And there she went, rushing into her carriage and riding off further into the darkness of the night.

He nearly sank to his knees at the sight.

And all Gwen had left for even a sliver of who she was, was a single glass slipper.

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[jasdiary]

I offer you for the oc interactions: Carol, Gilly and Phobetor

Carol

So other than Juvia who’s already close friends with her, I think Tinsley and Carol would get along really well!! They’re both two of the more mature people around here in NRC so I feel like they’d team up to handle some things if needed. Both of them also give off mom-friend vibes so I can see them kicking back and ranting about their days together!

While I do only have 1 male oc officially released, I do think that Tiago would take a liking to Carol! He likes how she’s mature and speaks her mind. While Carol’s cooking may not taste bad, he’d definitely teach her how to make her dishes look more presentable during their time together.

Now Noor doesn’t necessarily dislike people without a proper reason, but she probably wouldn’t be very fond of Carol due to the fact that their personalities clash a LOT. Noor wishes she could be as responsible as Carol is and holds that against her. She’s also just a snarky person in general so some of her comments might tick Carol off.

Gilly

She doesn’t have a profile just yet but omg Gilly and Soleil would absolutely be friends! They have a lot in common!! They’d probably meet by complimenting each other's tattoos and the rest is history. I can see Gilly and Soleil having hangouts where they paint each other's nails and style outfits for each other!

For some reason, I can picture Tomi-Grey liking Gilly. Compared to Gilly, who’s way more approachable than Tomi, She would find them easy to talk to. They would admire Gilly’s style, maybe even let them style her! Tomi’s also probably a fan of their band.

Tbh I really cannot think of anyone that would dislike Gilly. 100 points to Gilly!!‼️

Phobetor

I’m not sure if they would exactly be friends but I could see Hyacinth being interesting to him. Considering Hyacinth is a pretty hard-to-read person, I feel like Phobetor would often try to figure her out while she just…kinda stands there. It could make for a funny dynamic!

Maria and Phobetor could def possibly have a thing goin’ on. Maria does tend to be a little morbid because..well she has to re-stitch her head on every other week. And since Phobetor likes violent people, he could enjoy her ghastly presence HSJDH. They seem like the type to team up and scare people for fun.

Bringing in Tinsley again to say that she and Phobetor would NOT get along. The knight-hater and the former knight? That’s a conflict waiting to happen. She’d probably have to stay 15 feet away from him at all times. Even if she wasn’t a knight, I just don’t think Tinsley and Phobetor would click very well.

[zosa95]

Gemma: How about your teen years?

Jude: Much of the same, but add in stupid teen activities. We drank cheap-ass booze, smoked weed, occasionally experimented with harder drugs, built bonfires for parties, skinny dipped, gave each other poke tattoos, and played games like Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Gemma had read of such activities and even pretended to experience them in acting roles. But her real life was devoid of any teen adventures like this.

Gemma: (hesitantly) Did you and Chessie date?

Jude: Nah, contrary to the rumors, there was never anything between us. She and Marcello became an item in their first year in high school. She went straight from "that shit is gross" to "I'm going to marry Marcello." And while every couple I know has wobbles in their relationships, not these two.

Gemma: Why would there be rumors to the contrary?

Jude: Because she always picked me for Seven Minutes in Heaven. She loved to piss off Tinsley, and she knew I wouldn't paw at her. We usually planned the next party or trip into Windenburg during our seven minutes. Growing up in a tiny village has disadvantages. Everybody knows everything. If you tried to purchase condoms, you were labeled a lecher, and no one would let you date their kid. If you bought a pregnancy test, then you were grounded until adulthood. And forget about getting booze unless you bribed the town drunk to go into the liquor store for you.

Gemma: Where was my other sister? I don't even know her name.

Jude: Carlotta - never Carla or any other nickname - is wired differently. Whereas Chessie saw rules as suggestions, Carlotta saw them as laws. She's damned smart and very reserved. While Chessie and I ran wild, Carlotta practiced the piano or calligraphy, read books, and dressed up for tea. Sometimes, despite their age gap, she'd play dolls with Eva.

Jude: She applied for a posh boarding school between Britechester and Windenburg during high school. It was there she found her people. She thrived in that way of life and never looked back. She went to uni and law school, where she met her old money-husband from a titled family. Don't get me wrong, they are always gracious when you talk to them, but they live in a different world.

Gemma: Carlotta isn't going to like me, is she? I'm the illegitimate child and a former Del Sol actress. I hardly fit into a posh life.

Jude shrugged and didn't answer immediately.

Jude: (carefully) Carlotta has always felt like a misfit in her family. I believe that you will fit in and become Chessie's best friend. That will bother Carlotta. And yes, slotting you in the family tree will cause her discomfort, too. Her husband will probably ask if you trained at the prestigious acting uni in Britechester and which Shakespeare plays you have starred in. When you say you starred in daytime television, he'll likely say, "I think our family maids watched that type of show."

Gemma: (slowly) I see.

Jude: Gem, don't take it personally, and don't allow it to affect your relationship with the rest of your family. Carlotta isn't mean; I'm positive she won't try to cause you grief. But don't expect a lot from her.

Gemma: (quietly) Okay.

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last year Dave matthews was one of the presenters introducing Willie Nelson in the rock and roll hall of fame. Now the band that is named after him is in this year’s class.

Dave Matthews Band harnessed an eclectic sound and relentless touring schedule to become one of the biggest bands in the world. Long, intricate solos, non-traditional rock & roll instruments, unique time signatures, and an electric live show trademark their unique sound.

Dave Matthews Band (also known as DMB) is an American rock band formed in Charlottesville, Virginia, in 1991. The band's founding members are singer-songwriter and guitarist Dave Matthews, bassist Stefan Lessard, drummer and backing vocalist Carter Beauford, violinist and backing vocalist Boyd Tinsley, and saxophonist LeRoi Moore. As of 2024, Matthews, Lessard, and Beauford are the only remaining founding members.

Supported by a communal fanbase, Dave Matthews Band harnessed an eclectic sound and relentless touring schedule to become one of the biggest bands in the world – and they have continued to pick up new generations of fans along the way. Dave Matthews Band are one of the top-selling live acts of all time, and they are the only band with seven consecutive albums debuting at Number One.

They have been called a jam band, a college band, a pop band – and to their devoted fans, they are simply “DMB.” Hailing from Charlottesville, Virginia, the band formed in 1991 and cultivated a trademark sound that includes long, intricate solos, non-traditional rock & roll instruments, unique time signatures, and an electric live show. The airy jazz of LeRoi Moore’s saxophone blends with the animated bluegrass of Boyd Tinsley’s violin, while drummer Carter Beauford’s in-the-pocket grooves and bassist Stefan Lessard’s melodic lines create a powerful rhythm section. Dave Matthews fronts the band with captivating vocals, imaginative lyrics, and percussive guitar strumming.

The band quickly generated strong word of mouth thanks to endless live shows and an active tape sharing community. The 1993 independent-label debut Remember Two Things was popular in the local scene, but their major label debut, 1994’s Under the Table and Dreaming, landed them mainstream hits like “What Would You Say,” “Satellite,” and “Ants Marching.” 1996’s Crash went seven-times Platinum, earned the band its first Grammy award (“So Much to Say”) and yielded another hit, “Crash Into Me.” Live albums like Live at Red Rocks ’95 capture the band’s onstage energy and feature longtime collaborator Tim Reynolds on electric guitar. Musically, the band has influenced a generation of acoustic-driven singer-songwriters like John Mayer, Jason Mraz, and O.A.R.

In 2019, the United Nations designated Dave Matthews Band as Environmental Goodwill Ambassadors, and Matthews has served on Farm Aid’s Board of Directors since 2001. The band’s advocacy and activism has improved our world and inspired fans to think and act in new ways.

Selected Discography

“Ants Marching,” Under the Table and Dreaming (1994)

• “#41,” “Crash Into Me,” Crash (1996)

• “Warehouse,” Live at Red Rocks (1997)

• “Crush,” Before These Crowded Streets (1998) • 

• “The Space Between,” Everyday (2001)

• “Shake Me Like a Monkey,” Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux King (2009)

• “Grey Street,” Live at Wrigley Field (2011)

• “Samurai Cop (Oh Joy Begin),” Come Tomorrow (2018)

What song/album made you a fan?

[lampladi]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: BHLDN Watters and Watters Tinsley Wedding Dress.

[outfitsinspiration]

Who: Rocky Barnes

What: Nonchalant Label Tinsley Top in Black (Sold Out) Where: Instagram- November 9, 2023

Worn with: The Bazilika blazer, Amotea shorts, Streets Ahead belt, Iro boots and Chanel earrings

[richardvarey]

A collection of Alligator's

It was never going to win a design award for the cover, but with 38 tracks recorded 1979-95 this anniversary label compilation from 1996 is a fabulous addition to my collection. Included is a very informative 22-page booklet. Alligator Records have never been about hits – they record important blues artists. Included here are Son Seals, James Cotton, Charlie Musselwhite, Kenny Neal, SRV, Tinsley…

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Bad Medicine For Suspect,” Border Cities Star. February 14, 1933. Page 3. ---- Windsor Police Took Alleged Robber Once Before ---- Arrested in 1931 --- Stanley Lawrence Held For Toronto Bank Holdup Is Remanded --- Windsor police have been bad medicine for Stanley Lawrence, 24, of Hamilton, who was arrested in a downtown hotel yesterday morning by Detectives Campbell and Max- well as a suspect in a Bank of Toronto branch holdup com- mitted on February 8. In March, 1931, he was also picked up here and returned to Hamilton to answer a robbery charge. 

CHARGED AS GUN TOTER Lawrence, who was registered here as John Boyd, was formally charged in Windsor Police Court today for having a revolver in his possession dangerous to the public peace. He was not asked to plead to the charge but was remanded in custody to Thursday. 

In the meantime detectives, aided by Detective-Sergeants Harold Waterhouse and Norman Tinsley, who arrived here last night from Toronto, will continue an investigation which they hope will lead to the arrest of the second man in the hold-up. Lawrence has maintained a stubborn silence since his arrest and refuses to account for the $755 found in his possession. 

HAD SMALL RADIO Detective Inspector Renaud stated this morning that Lawrence had a small radio in his room but that it was not connected. He does not believe that the radio is significant. He intimated that the second man in the hold-up may be in hiding here, admit- ting that a trap had been set for his capture yesterday afternoon without success. He believes that the wanted man was warned by early newspaper publicity which followed Lawrence's arrest. 

Detective-Sergeants Waterhouse and Tinsley stated they would remain in Windsor for the next few days, continuing their investigation. 

Lawrence whose parents resides in Hamilton, was arrested four hours after he had checked in at a Sandwich street hotel. Detectives Maxwell and Campbell had been investigating another case and their suspicions were aroused at sight of the name "John Boyd" on the hotel register, with the address, Baltimore, Maryland. Lawrence was in bed at the time the officers searched his room and found a gun under the pillow and the money. in $5, $10 and $20 denominations, stuffed in the pillow case. 

The gun, police learned subsequently, tallied in serial number with a revolver stolen in the Bank of Toronto branch at Kenilworth and Queen street, Toronto, while it was being robbed last week. The gun, a 38-calibre Ivor Johnson, was removed from the teller's cage. The bank robbery netted the bandits $5,833.

When Lawrence arrived in Windsor he registered at one of the larger hotels as John Raynor. He had a key for that hotel in his possession at the time of arrest. Watch was kept by the local police yesterday afternoon and last night, for the possible arrival of Lawrence's confederates. 

Walkerville police Sunday night picked up a car said by Chief Smith to have been used in the Toronto holdup. The automobile, bearing a Michigan license, was found on Lincoln road, near Sandwich street. It had been first observed on Lincoln road Sunday morning and evidently had been abandoned the previous night. A medicine bottle bearing the label of a Toronto drug store was found in the car.

[queen-tinsley]

"That's quite comical coming from you," Tinsely said, her eyebrow raising as she looked him over. "how hard was it for you to come across this ensemble? Because it's such a leap from your usual uniform." She said with a scoff, as who was he to label her as predictable when what he had on was no different from anything he had on any other day. "Do my ears deceive me or is Holden Deaton asking me, Tinsley Chadwell to take back the reigns around these parts?" The blonde asked, deviously as she took a step closer to him. Her hands found themselves on his chest, her fingers drumming as they made their way down his body. She leaned in closer, her lips finding themselves near his ear. "Who knew you're be so easy to bring on over to the dark side." Tinsley whispered before taking his earlobe between her teeth. She knew she was certainly playing with fire, knowing that the moment that their moment of embrace were noticed— they'd have to explain themselves to the masses. But she enjoyed the risk, in fact she loved it.

He wished he could say he didn't know what she was talking about, but he'd watched the show with Violet once upon a time so yeah, he'd had his suspicions. "Mm, you remain predictable," he said. The events of the last time they'd met didn't change the status of their rivalry so he had no intention of sugar coating his words. Besides, if she was looking for safe and nice she'd have been standing there in Stefan's arms, not his. "It's cute, isn't it? All these people with their masks on and they're still too scared to step out of line." He had his hands set on her hips, holding her close while his eyes held hers with unmistakeable greed. He didn't have anything to lose, not in the way Tinsley did, so he wasn't concerned with how well they were concealed on the edge of the shadows. "Maybe they still need your guidance after all."

[rosietrace]

『 “Ella & Kit” 』

| Roya Callistis and Gwendolyn Schnee | 🗡️ + ❄️ | (ft. Tinsley LaBelle)

✎ᝰ. synopsis : My heart has wings. And I can fly. I'll touch every star in the sky. So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of…

✎ᝰ. content warnings : none

✎ᝰ. genre : romance, fan event fic, oc x oc, fluff, mutual pining

( ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥) a/n: A (VERY) belated happy birthday goes to Ellis!!! I would like to formally apologize for this taking so long to come out 😭 it's been sitting in my drafts for god knows how long but thank GOD I managed to actually finish it. I hope you enjoy this, and if Gwen or even Tinsley feel ooc… I'm so sorry >=)0

Roya felt out of place.

Not that that was out of the ordinary for him, not in the slightest. The difference was that tonight, with luminescent stars in the midnight river and shining crystals shining a light against the ballroom tiles— Roya was, quite literally, not supposed to be there.

The Glimmering Soirée seemed to be open for everyone, but it felt almost exclusive to NRC students only. Not a single RSA student in sight, or at least as far as Roya's silver eyes could get a grasp at.

Keeping a low profile was even more precarious; being a prince was one thing, but being an alleged cursed prince? Quite frankly, that was much worse.

Everyone knew everyone, and even if Roya wasn't a member of Night Raven's student body, they most definitely knew of him.

They could've at least seen a picture of me, Roya figured, twisting his lips as he pondered. Although the palace painters never seem to get my nose ri–

“Roya?”

He flinched, his head whirling around and unintentionally smacking whoever it was behind him with his long braid.

Tinsley LaBelle yelped and recoiled, covering her face with both hands and hissing. “Ow…”

“Tinsley!” Oh, how Roya was relieved to see a familiar face. But upon seeing her expression and the hiss she'd elicited, he felt an immense guilt. “A-Ah… I..”

“It's fine!” Tinsley laughed it off, awkward at that, but somewhat assuring to some level. “Nothing to worry about! Haha… ha…”

“I am so sorry.”

“Don't be. I know you didn't mean to.”

“Yes, I… You just startled me, is all.”

Tinsley chuckled. For once, she can see what Gwen sees. “Right…”

“... You do know you aren't supposed to be here, right?”

Roya flushed, sputtering out words that came off as gibberish more than they did coherent sentences and bared his teeth at Gwen's sister.

At his poor attempt at a smile, Tinsley smiled through a grimace. “So… You do know?”

He nodded once. “Yes, I was…”

“You wanted to see Gwen?” How adorable, Tinsley's face seemed to say, making Roya flush all the more until he rivaled the redness of his hair.

He didn't answer the first time, looking around the ballroom for any sight of short winter white hair and a familiar pair of ice colored irises.

With no avail, and Tinsley having already repeated her inquiry, Roya hesitated. But as Gwen's older sister, Roya knew that he could trust Tinsley.

Tinsley did the same as him, looking around for any sign of her little winter fairy sister. Both their attempts ended fruitlessly, and they conceded at their momentary loss.

And then… finally, he saw her.

Oh, how beautiful she was. Against the crystalline lights, Gwen glowed like the moon in an ocean of stars— overcasting all with her luminescence.

She'd merely been minding a business of her own, admiring the decor, seeing to the needs of his royal majesty, Prince Malleus; yet Roya cared little for the wants or needs of a prince most unimportant to his night.

Roya went over to her, the encouragement and abruptness of Tinsley’s voice falling on deaf ears. His eyes, his body, his heart, all focused upon Gwen.

His hand took hers, both gloved. “Gwen…” a smile came on his face just by uttering her name so truly softly.

She flinched, her head turning to meet his gaze at last. Her surprise soon went suppressed and overshadowed by a softness that made his heart melt.

“Roya…” She smiled, before the question on her mind finally reached her lips. “Wait– Roya? What are you–”

“I came,” he explained, taking his hands in his, “to see you, dear Gwen.”

“M-Me…?” Her head tilted to one side. Flattered as she might've been, her concerns over him getting in trouble outweighed it. “But Roya–”

“I know it's risky being here, but I couldn't help myself.”

So that's your excuse, Gwen's beautiful face conveyed. “Roya…”

“Please, Gwen, treasure of my heart?” Roya smiled, his gentle hands intertwining their fingers with Gwen with a pleading tilt to his head.

How could Gwen say no to a smile so… so genuine, so sincere?

She indulged his wishes, the chances of getting scolded be damned. They rounded the corner and entered the threshold of the dancefloor.

Gwen looked around. She suddenly felt all too aware of the eyes that soon caught a glimpse of her and a prince who shouldn't even be here with her.

Roya directed her eyes back on his, that same smile of complete utter sincerity diminishing all possible signs of worry or concern. “Eyes on me.”

She obliged, taking her hand in his and her other on his shoulder; all the while Roya wrapped his free hand gently around her waist, pulling her a bit closer.

She flinched at the movement, at the sudden contact. They looked at each other and they both laughed, smiling all the while and let the music do the talking for them.

As the band played on with a new melody, Gwen noted the dichotomy of the gentleness of the way Roya held her; especially compared to his abilities in the art of dance.

It left much to be desired, really. But given that Roya's talents lied in swordsmanship and equestrianism, it didn't entirely bewilder Gwen the way it probably should have.

But then a compromise came to mind. A solution, of sorts. Whether or not it'll be successful in the end, Gwen didn't know— but it was well worth a shot!

She broke the silence, leaning so he could hear and keeping her voice low and soft. “Your steps are too stiff.”

“What?” Roya stared, frankly for a couple more seconds longer than he should be. (Either way, Gwen found it cute)

Not wanting to sound overly critical, seven forbid rude, Gwen continued. “It’s… a bit uncoordinated, shall we say.”

“Oh…”

“I-It’s nothing to be emba–”

“I apologize,” muttered Roya in a manner that could only be described as sheepish and awkward.

Gwen breathed out a sigh. “To quote a certain someone,” said Gwen, “eyes on me.”

Clever girl, Roya thought when she echoed her words right back at him. Much too clever and talented to be a servant.

And just when his thoughts began to wander to a life where Gwen wasn't a servant under Malleus’ employ — a life where they'd be together side by side, never to be separated — he shook his head at the absurdity of it.

Now wasn't the time for mindless daydreaming. He needed to focus. Eyes on Gwen.

All eyes were on Gwen and him now, really. But Roya couldn't fathom the thought that everyone was focused at his appearance at a non RSA event than they were admiring just how striking Gwen was.

At times Roya’s drifted downwards to keep focus on his footwork. Upon noticing that however, Gwen brought a gentle hand to his chin, tilting it back up to meet her gaze.

“Remember— focus on your partner's face. Not their feet.”

“You cannot fault me for my anxiousness,” mumbled Roya, lifting his arm alongside hers for her to spin across the ballroom floor with him by his side— gliding like ice laid beneath their feet.

Endeared by his answer, Gwen chuckled. “I suppose I can't. But should you focus elsewhere, I fear I'm not as good a teacher as I'd hope.”

What nonsense. Roya huffed. “You make a wonderful teacher, really. Perfect.”

“Well, now you're just flattering me.”

“And is flattery not well deserved?”

“Pffft- Roya…”

“I am but saying this jest, dear Gwen.” As her spin came to a halt, Roya's arm returned to its place around her waist. “Praise and adoration are all but two of the many things I believe I should adorn you regularly.”

“Roya—”

“My adoration for thou is quite concerning, actually. One might chastise me for bordering on obsession, but I can't help it, really.”

They stopped at the edge of the dancefloor, only a few steps away from breaching the bridge of dancer and observer.

Roya tucked a stray hair behind Gwen's pointed ear, his thumb then coming to trace the outline. “It… it feels as though I've known you all my life, Gwen. As if I've met you in a previous life of mine.”

“... Surely you jest..” Gwen turned her face away, a warm flush painting her cheeks in lighthearted embarrassment.

Now it was Roya's turn to tilt her chin, for her to meet his attentive gaze. “I could hardly joke over something like that, Ella.”

Something almost close to familiarity flashed in Gwen's crystalline eyes at the use of the name. Strange, Gwen sensed something, but that something hardly felt amiss.

“... If I am to be Ella,” Gwen murmured. “Might you be my Kit?”

It was odd. How familiar both names sounded even when it was the first time they've said them aloud. That hardly couldn't matter, couldn't it?

The chances of pondering more over that rode off like a freight chain, regrettably. Dire Crowley was in Gwen's line of sight, and as… questionable as her headmage is with his methods of handling NRC, she couldn't imagine what kind of trouble could erupt if he were to find an RSA student within campus grounds.

Whatever Roya wanted to say fell on deaf ears when Gwen took him by his wrist and rushed him out of the ballroom before Crowley could catch them.

A part of Gwen dreaded that Crowley might've spotted Roya and his standout red hair. In other circumstances, hair of that color helped make him easy to spot in a crowd; this useful aspect of his appearance was not so useful at the moment.

They fled far enough to reach the courtyard, with Gwen letting go of Roya's wrist to catch her breath against the lone tree that Leona usually frequented. At least he wasn't there at the moment.

Somehow Roya wasn't even half as out of breath as Gwen was. He barely broke a sweat and it made her wonder if it was impressive or not. Probably is.

Clearing her throat and placing her gloved hands behind her back, she sent a sheepish smile his way. Apologetic. “Er… the headmage was within our line of sight, so…”

“I understand.” Roya nodded, standing close to her with a hand over his heart. “And for that, I am thankful that you… Well, helped evade me from getting in trouble.”

“It was the least I could do.” Gwen laced her fingers with Roya's, intertwining them like twin flames at long last reunited. “You put it in the effort to sneak in to see me.”

“Of course I would.”

Gwen felt Roya's hand reach the side of her face, but not before he took off his glove to feel the ice cold skin beneath his warm palms.

“You… are precious,” Roya declared, “in every way that matters. My heart sings a symphony I hope yours can hear and understand, and when I'm with you, I…”

Gwen inched closer, threatening to close the gap between them until their noses brushed. “You…?” She prodded shyly.

Roya swallowed. Hard. “With you, I– I feel as though I could fly and touch the constellations with you by my side, I… I can't seem to breathe without you near, I—”

He let out a dry, humorless laugh in humility. His forehead pressed against hers. “I love you, my Ella. And in my heart, I dream of you loving me, too.”

Her icy heart melted at his declaration, his promise. With a tender smile, Gwen's hands cradled his face as her lips pressed a chilling kiss to his forehead that nearly undid him.

“I love you too, sweet Kit.”

【 Taglist / Credits 】

↳ In order of OC appearances/mentions

Roya Callistis – Me 😈

Tinsley LaBelle – @jasdiary

Gwendolyn Schnee – @starry-night-rose

@authoruio | @fumikomiyasaki | @sakuramidnight15 | @twsted-princess | @geminiiviolets | @hallowed-delights · @terrovaniadorm | @absolutelyobsessedkiya | @valse-a-mille-temps | @oseathepebble

[jasdiary]

Portbelle headcanon where Porter randomly pops up next to Tinsley upside down and they do a lil Spider-Man kiss

ROSIE THE WAY IM GOING TO SCREAM AND CRY?:?:!:! WAIT THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE IM SMILING IRL

imagine Tinsley using her wings to fly and sneak up on Porter to give him a lil kissy kiss😭😭😭😭

[helloamerica]

Announcing pre-order on our newest release!

Meet Erik Tinsley's audio book A Little Bit, which is now up for preorder. Tapes are out officially on Valentine's Day. Awww. Pre-order your copy here. We love, love, love this cassette.

[starry-night-rose]

“Where did my lord run off too......Oh! Hello there! I...I didn’t see you there!”

Character Playlist / Character Inspirations

Full Name: Gwendolyn Anastasia Eira Schnee

Nicknames: Gwen (Everyone including herself), Icefish (Floyd), Mademoiselle Glace (Rook) ,Miss Schnee (Sebek)

V/A: Saori Hayami (Japanese) Chloe Eves (English)

!Twisted from Periwinkle from the Tinkerbell Movies!

Age:???

Birthday: December 21st 

Horoscope: Sagittarius

Species: Ice Faerie

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 149 cm (or 4′11)

Hair Color: Snow White

Eye Color: Periwinkle Blue

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Homeland: Briar Valley

Family: Unnamed Adoptive Father, Unnamed Adoptive Mother, Tinsley Labelle (biological sister by @windbornearchon​ ) 

Dominant Hand: Right

Dormitory: Diasomnia

School Year: 2nd Year

Class: 2-C (No. 20)

Best Class(es): Defensive Magic, Practical Magic  

Worst Class(es): Flying, Animal Linguistics

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Favorite Food(s): Popsicles, Iced Tea, Pudding

Least Favorite Food(s): Peppers, Hot Coffee

Hobbies: Horseback Riding, Sketching, Ice Skating

Dislikes: Hot Days, Running, Humidity

Talent(s): Calligraphy, Polishing, Watercolor, Embroidery

Sexuality: Demisexual / Bisexual

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Personality: At a first glance, Gwen seems to be a shy and withdrawn who freezes on the spot whenever someone outside her close circle interacts with her. Gwen has always been a shy person, she just can’t help it at times! Although she puts up this “icy” exterior, Gwen is a kind, caring, bubbly individual who cares deeply for all her friends. She always goes out of her way to help others at any chance she gets! She still is a bit shy around people she knows but is more outgoing! She’s known around the castle to be a hardworking and sweet person albeit a little quiet. Gwen takes her duties as a maid to the Draconias very seriously (although not as a certain green haired first year) and tries her hardest everyday to be a maid that everyone, including the royal family, can rely on!

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Backstory: Long ago, Gwen was born from a dandelion formed by a child’s first laugh. This dandelion floated all around the world before landing in front of an older fae couple who worked for the Draconia Family. As the couple did not have any children of their own, they gladly took in the infant Gwen and raised her as their own. Gwen grew up in the Draconia Castle, helping her parents and the rest of the staff manage the castle and take care of the royal family. Due to growing up in the castle, Gwen always saw the Draconias in this special light like there was nothing they couldn’t do or their powers were as limitless as the sky above. Gwen still shivers at the thought of being in a room with one of the Draconias. Later on, Gwen eventually became a maid to the Draconias. She takes her duty as a maid as seriously as a knight takes their oaths. One day, in her first days as an official maid, Gwen was entrusted by a knight by the name of Tinsley Lebelle to show her the official works. As they were working together, the noticed odd similarities to one another such as where they were “born” and who’s laughs they came from! They came to learn that a few years after Tinsley was “born,” the sibling of the child who’s laugh gave life to Tinsley, gave their first laugh and thus came Gwen! Technically speaking, Tinsley and Gwen are biological sisters! After learning this, the two were practically inseparable! Always talking or working together whenever their knightly duties or maid tasks! Gwen was sad to have Tinsley leave for NRC a year before Gwen eventually got in but eagerly awaited her acceptance letter. Finally, the day came for Gwen. She was sorted into Diasomnia along with her sister, lord, mentor, and friends. 

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Trivia!

Gwen absolutely cannot stand hot weather, she practically melts right before your eyes

Horses oddly enough seem to have a soft spot for her

Someone said that Gwen’s hands were always freezing cold so Gwen decided to wear gloves in response to that comment

Gwen adores popsicles and is regularly seen buying boxes of them at Sam’s shop

Gwen’s penmanship has won her awards before in calligraphy competitions!

Gwen likes more Victorian or Vintage aesthetics in her clothing style as seen by her school uniform!

Gwen can play the piano and harp!

Gwen has a pair of wings that she can materialize at will! They seem to be cold to the touch though. They are seen below↘

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