#toaball2024

[hosannan]

2024 TOA Masquerade

Annnnd Henry (spoilers) undercut !!

the eyes on his sleeves are actually just regular slits that open to show his skin bc i think his ridiculous outfit can become even more so with holes in his sleeves

rip henry you would have loved venetian masquerades

[princessmacedon]

in big dreams

Pinched between thumb and forefinger, the black feather catches the light, for a moment turning umber.

"It's so pretty," Maria marvels, turning the brooch a fraction-inch to peer at someone just beyond it; a crescent grin touches upon her face, and when she laughs, it is a bright sound, unmistakably joy. With this, she thinks her heart feels warmer -- fuller. Quite proudly, she pins it to her dress.

"Hee hee... I like it a lot!"

MARIA -- BLACK FEATHER

Black Feather: Edelgard ; Raven ; Valter ;

White Feather: Shiro ;

String of Pearls: Chad ; Yuri ; Michalis ; Minerva ; Mask 34 ;

Small Bell: Lachesis ;

Teardrop Crystal: Marianne ; Yuzu ; Bernadetta ; Mask 57 ;

[nelithic]

ahem, happy unbirthday to @loveevangelist ! this is for you :snicker: commissioned from one of my favorite creators, hasuyawwn ( go support them ! ) happy ethereal ball 2024 !!!

[egittae]

[ Say 'Fromage'! ]

he comes bearing two glasses of mulled wine and a tired grin. the night is closing out, but he still has things he wants to get done---namely, commemorate the night somehow with his good pal lambert.

hearing about the artifex-box that can freeze a moment in time, morion decides that is a perfect thing to choose and grabs some supplies (read: mulled wine and that's it) before going to the man himself.

"c'mon, lambert. let's go get our portrait taken!"

"Of course! Wait Morion, I am going to fall-"

"-Morion?! Morion why do you ha- is this lipstick?!"

[ladyleonster]

The mental visual was not enough for me so I needed to have @alliberacio make Eth and Beo's incredible fashions real

@sayhwaet

[rafent]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑. #toaball2024

「 A man of self-assured comportment carries a glass with carmine liquid, dark and burgundy and dangerous, each quality in equal proportion to himself. Wine? A reasonable theory, but truth yields that it is actually cranberry juice. Indeed; dissatisfied with the unsweet drops of yesteryear, the Fell Heir has brought his own sugary contraband into the ballroom. But before he can take a single sip, he stops, catching the trajectory of your gaze as his milky chest puffs. 'You can look but you can't touch,' his imperious body language seems to say loud and clear. You get the impression that he is luxuriating in your very attention. 」 "My eyes are up here, you know." ... WEEK 1. WEEK 2. WEEK 3.

⸻ SALAMANDER LAYERS: Passionate vesture that evokes the hot volcanic holdings of Gradlon. Its burgundy two piece is paired with a rose-red blouse, endowing ventilation with an open neckline for when things get too hot. Each shiny statement piece is meticulously placed. The pink boutonnière a homage to someone who is no longer here.

STRING OF PEARLS (Rafal)

BLACK FEATHER: received from Edelgard and Fogado

WHITE FEATHER: received from Ivy and Nel

STRING OF PEARLS: received from Alm

SMALL BELL: received from Dorothea

TEARDROP CRYSTAL: received from Bernadetta

[aimlessarchery]

continued from (here) with @carefreemonk

Arms crossed over his chest, Azama paints an alarmingly similar picture to the girl Python had only properly met tonight. (Well...'proper' might not be the best word for their meeting. Nevertheless.)

A dry, helpless grin breaks through Python's expression.

"If you'd claimed it was simple, that's where I'd call you a liar."

The distance between the two of them is palpable as ever. And isn't that how he liked it? At a distance, playful winks and jabs can be volleyed back and forth without any risk. It's easiest that way. Except...

"...Still. If you're so proud of her, how come I didn't hear about her sooner? She seemed concerned enough about you."

...Spend enough time playing, and one can catch a fascinating glimmer beneath those fluttering lashes. A glimpse of something that can only properly be seen if he leans in closer.

Closer....

Does Azama seem closer than before? Physically? The monk has always been rather tall, but Python doesn't remember the tips of that height-accentuating hairstyle touching the ceiling when he'd pulled him in here. He's also certain that he hadn't shut the door, but there's a definitive click of the latch now.

"Uh. Maybe concerned enough to rescue you from a locked closet, if we're lucky?"

[verseandrhyme]

@carefreemonk | cont

Oh by the Dawn, he was approaching...

"STOP RUNNING!" Mitama snaps back, glaring at him over her shoulder. She does not stop either. If anything, she picks up speed as she weaves through the guests.

"ARE YOU FIVE? ARE YOU A CHILD? I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO A MANY WITHOUT ANY SHRED OF DIGNITY!"

Gods this was the most exercise she had had in months. Of course her father would make it the most embarrassing.

"Disappearing act / gallivanting abroad, hm? / Have some self respect!"

[lindwyvrm]

Her mother had always been the one to outfit her for similar occasions — and, grudgingly, Ivy had to admit that the woman had an eye for style. She arrives late — uncharacteristic of her, but so is the way she fusses over every minute detail of her outfit. Presentability was usually forefront on her mind — how she would come across, how it would reflect back on her and Elusia… but small whispers flitted around her mind, wondering if he’d like the flowers or if the crown of thorns was a little… much.

Whatever the case, she is here for the night and keen to enjoy it to the fullest extent of the word — at least to the fullest extent of her understanding of it. Queen Ivy of Elusia takes a deep breath, straightens her shoulders, sweeps her hair back, and steps into the Ethereal Ball.

BROOCH TRACKER. / ivy has a white feather.

black feather ✦ diamant, byleth white feather ✦ nel string of pearls ✦ rafal small bell ✦ dorothea teardrop crystal ✦ ophelia

[aubins]

cont. / @hermidetta

They can never say she doesn't surprise them. Certainly, the last thing Yuri expects is for her to turn to them and immediately start choking on a pastry.

“Bernadetta?!” It brings a new meaning to taking someone's breath away, even if they've never meant it so literally. They say as much as they rush to her side with a frown, looking her over even if she no longer seems at immediate risk of choking to her death. “Breathing all right?” they prompt, gaze narrowing. “I'm not going to be named your would-be assassin again, Bernadetta. Don't make me take you to the infirmary.”

But if she has the breath to be stumbling over her words and stammering nonsense, then she has to be fine. “Degenerate Bernie?” they repeat, a brow raising. Just what was going on in that head of hers? What Yuri would give for even a small peak at it, though they have to wonder if they would even understand any of it.

“Mhm,” Yuri hums dryly as she says something about having another engagement, takes their hand anyway. Idly, their free hand reaches up, tucks those violets hanging from her head back behind an ear.

They mimic a buzzing noise once she's said her piece, snorting. “Wrong. People like Yuri do, actually, with people like Bernie. Otherwise I wouldn't have sought you out.” She could say things like this a thousand times and their answer would never change. “It comes with being friends with me, so no takebacks on it now.”

And they laugh, but not to mock. Never to mock her. The corners of their eyes crease as they do, tugging her closer with their interlocked hands. “Hm, but it does feed my ego to hear how super extra gorgeous you find me.” And they sober, just long enough to say, “You're beautiful too, Bernadetta.” Their free hand raises, presses a finger to her lips before she can interrupt. “Shh— I'm not taking protests.”

“Now, teach me a dance,” they finally say, hand falling to hover at her waist. “All I know are boring ballroom dances from Faerghus. They're no fun.”

[corvuschriisti]

ethereal ball 2024.

decorations tracker.

black feather: LEANNE

white feather: RAJAION, ALCRYST

string of pearls: SENNO

small bell: DEIRDRE

teardrop crystal: BEOWOLF, ANDREI

naesala has the white feather to start!

outfit(s) & notable friends / dates.

naesala is a woman of many moods. such a thing would need to be reflected in his outfits, he thinks, and though he knows what he enters the room wearing will be one that is quickly discarded ( no doubt reyson would find issue with his sense of humor ) he brings his backup.

commission credit.

@sayhwaet &; in their tuxedo t-shirts (that no doubt reyson will make them change out of, but not before they fuck this party up!!!!!!!)

commission credit (neuro).

@kingstalons &; perhaps getting along for once. it's all for appearances' sake, for reyson, you know... don't think too much about it.

commission credit (dewa)

@ulircursed &; how many times can he make him blush tonight? let's take bets.

credit (ruaidhrí)

@reprisalet &; perhaps they both deserve a moment of peace. naesala is going to steal everyone's buttons though so this will be shortlived.

[sayhwaet]

tearjerker, heartbreaker

It would figure that these hoity-toity shits would host a party like this. Beowolf arrives on the scene as he always does - fifteen minutes late, flask in hand, immaculately dressed (NOTE: as of this post Beowolf is now shirtless, as of this post he is wearing a neckerchief, and as of this post he is wearing @hermidetta's capelet), and ready to get shit going.

You'll find him making his way around the event, schmoozing, offering laughs and stories (and a drink or two, if he feels you need the social lubricant), and generally out to have a good time. If you ask him nicely he might even let you see the delicate teardrop ornaments he's pinned over his heart.

[WEEK ONE PROMPTS] [WEEK TWO PROMPTS] [WEEK THREE PROMPTS]

Brooches Collected:

Black feather - Hilda, Quan, Altena, Elincia

White feather - Naesala, Seliph, Kamui

String of pearls - Eliwood, Lambert

Small bell - Nephenee, Isadora, Ratatoskr, Sephiran

Teardrop crystal - Ethlyn, Andrei, Bernadetta

[fellpurpose]

[ Essar ] - Need a break from the go go go of the dance floor? Maybe this party game, (purportedly) originating from the territory of Essar, is for you! Cups partially filled with water are stacked at both ends of a long table. The aim of the game is to successfully launch a small ball into your opponent's cups before they manage to do the same to yours, and if you sink a cup, your opponent then has to drink it. Will you prepare your arc shots, fastballs, and bounce shots - or will you be first to Get Hydrated?

Dark Jesus?

yes?

[papulaan]

This... is perhaps the most formal event she has been to, and this happens to be her first upon arriving in Fódlan. As such, she dons the most ornate attire she has in her possession and throws in a cape for practicality. The weather is not as frigid as Ilia, but the cold still manages to bite on her way to the venue.

Music seeps through the door's crack and it is not a rhythm she is used to. There is at least some comfort she takes in not being known so she may move freely through the night. She pins the brooch to her cape before entering the scene finally, unsure of what to expect.

Sue's brooch: Teardrop Crystal

Tracker:

Black Feather:

White Feather:

String of Pearls:

Small Bell:

Teardrop Crystal

[egittae]

they do be surpervising alright

@quartzhearted

[nohrslittleflower]

Bright eyes take in the ball with a look of wonder, mouth open in a gasp. The scene is quite literally breathtaking in that way, to her at least. So this is what she’s accidentally missed the past two years? She’s been missing out even more than she realized. Tiny jingling noises follow her rapid footsteps from the small bell she’d acquired on entry, racing towards the masquerade with mask in tow. She has to ‘ball’ hard enough for three years, after all!

Decorations —

Elise can give: Small Bell!

Black feather: Edelgard, Camilla White feather: Sakura, Forde String of pearls: Niamh, Flora Small bell: Kurthnaga Teardrop crystal: Marianne

Outfit —