#felixespinal

[forgetthetimetravel]

Red

(Mythotutu week 2020 day 1) @felixespinal

Blushing Hoping Wishing Feeling Searching Loving Longing Losing The color of hearts The color of gems The color of a rose that stems from the hand of a love A heart A hope Fluttering dove Pierced through with pain with joy catch the blood don't let it destroy Everything we both long for, Hold it close, Open the door; Open to me to love to hope To courage to try and start to cope Holding together Reaching out Bolstered by warmth... That's what it's about.

[zerozeroren]

Mytho/Ahiru in 4A for @felixespinal ^^

[daily-inkay]

Hey Inkay , What Would Happens If you joined Ash's Team instead Rocke t?

this is not specifically an askblog for James’ inkay, and mod hasn’t watched enough of the XY season to speculate on this, anyway. sorry for the inconvenience.

[sundove88]

HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY, BALAN WONDERWORLD!

A whole year ago on this very day, we stepped into a new world…

And every second of it ended up being the greatest adventure of our lives.

Thank you to: @kayssweetdreams @emirrart @dreamiiiiie @daleespringdraw @alex-frostwalker @lovelyteng @thehypercutstudios @ineedmydowntime @thetropicalfairy @stanley578 @pennyadodumuss @endervinnie64 @silverpsychedelic @julili @itz-arianna-lunar @chaotickit @maestrozaverick @elfiecrystal @mikurulucky @disneysonic1991 @felixespinal @dreamiamy @reachtherainbowowo @starfall-isle @lady-amethyst18 @marinerainbow @weaponimagination @vertexlex @viperpitsfilly @lookdem

And practically anyone who loves this gem of a game for what it truly is- a place of wonder and magic.

Mei, Esme, Wilson, Lydia, Adrien, Clarissa, Shin, Stella, Derek, Harvey, Alicia, Jeremy, and Regina belong to me.

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios, Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng, Lora Jade belongs to @alex-frostwalker, Kaylo belongs to @kayssweetdreams, and Addlyne belongs to @daleespringdraw.

Thank you Yuji Naka. Naoto Oshima, all the folks who worked on the game, and Balan Company (As well as Sonic Team) as a whole for inviting us on a journey we’ll remember for years to come… and that the magic of the Balan Theatre will never truly be far away.

Happy Balanversary, you guys!

[tutumydear]

I commissioned this beautiful fairy-like Freya from @felixespinal and I love her sm! One could only dream of looking as ethereal as she does in a garden~ Thank you! 🌹💐🌷

[soooooooofi]

Mythiru week 2021 by @felixespinal <3 

Day 1: Snow Prince 

[puffy-princess-art]

Ssoooo....... @felixespinal started a new prompt list for Mytho x Tutu. I told myself I wasn't gonna do them all but..... I got struck with creativity which caused me to create an au like thingy with Mytho and Ahiru as God's and Goddess's.

Also this is the prompt Red

[the-ballet-prince]

Once upon a time, there was a man who died, The man’s work was the writing and telling of stories, But he could not defy death. The last story he was working on was about a brave and handsome Prince, Who vanquishes a crafty Raven, But now, it seems their battle will go on for eternity. “I’m sick and tired of this!“  Cried the Raven. ”‘I’m sick and tired of this!“ Cried the Prince as well. The Raven escaped from the pages of the story, And the Prince pursued the fell creature. In the end, the Prince took out his own heart and sealed the Raven away by using a forbidden power. Just then a murmur came from somewhere, "This is great!”  Said the old man who was supposed to have died. ~~~ Golden Crown Academy was the most popular academy for students interested in the arts: drawing, ballet, instrument playing, drama, the art is key. One particular student was Mytho, an advanced student in the ballet class. He was perfection. His moves were graceful. The only trouble was that he was emotionless, barely speaking. Fakir, his roommate, often had to play the adult role, making sure anything happened to the boy.

[ for @felixespinal ]

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

@wallgirl​ @felixespinal​

the main reason i hate the ending is because i hate that kraehe and mytho were the ones that got together in the end. sure, good for kraehe that she got a happy ending, but i never cared for her character and her “development” from a rival to friend honestly never felt legitimate.

i’m also pissed over how those two got their happy ending when ahiru literally worked her ass off and nearly died just to piece mytho’s heart back together (i literally sat on my bed dumbfounded over seeing those two fly off into heaven or whatever while ahiru was a duck again. i was damn near ready to throw my phone at the wall). i genuinely wanted ahiru and mytho to get together at the end because it’s what she deserved after working so hard for the boy she was in love with.

i don’t really have any other issues with the ending other than that. again, i don’t know if anyone has the same opinion as me.

it's been probably nearly a year since i originally watched princess tutu and i don't know if anyone else has the same opinion, but i genuinely hated how it ended

[forgetthetimetravel]

Mythiru day 1 snow! Forgot to post earlier so doing this on mobile, I'm sorry ahaha...

@felixespinal

Could be an AU where there’s nothing magical goin on and Mytho is just the nice popular guy who seems above it all, and Rue is just a friend to him, possibly even a sister. Or not. This is super open guys I just wanted a cute little interaction with them.

“Not fair Pique! You and Lillie stole my gloves!” Only the sound of giggling and another snowball sent her way answered. Duck dodged and immediately set to work making a new snowball to return fire.

10 min later, they all headed back inside. “Where are my gloves?” Duck asked them.

“Uuhh…” Pique looked at Lillie, who shrugged.

“Oh Duck, always losing your things! You can’t expect us to keep up with everything for you! But we’ll hold your cold hands if you want!” Lillie chuckled.

Duck really wasn’t sure she trusted Lillie to hold her hand, or anything for that matter. “I’ll just go look for them. They can’t have gone too far, right?” So she went back out into the snow as her friends went on inside.

Duck spent another 10 minutes looking, and looking, and looking to no avail. The gloves were bright yellow for heaven’s sake! They shouldn’t have been hard to find, and they hadn’t gone very far… 

“What are you looking for?”

“Oh, my gloves,” Duck responded without looking. The voice sounded familiar, but she was focusing! “My friends took them and lost them, not that they meant to, you know, but…”

She trailed off as she realized why the voice sounded familiar. Reddening, she looked up to see Mytho in his deep blue scarf and grey coat that should have looked drab and boring but looked absolutely fantastic and regal on him, looking at her.

“What kind of gloves are they?” he asked, earnest.

Duck could feel her face reddening and hoped he would think it was the cold. “Th-they’re— um, yellow.”

“Well, I’ll keep an eye out for yellow snow,” he said with a chuckle and a smile that melted her heart more than a fireplace.

Then, instead of walking on, he started looking around! “Mittens or gloves?”

Duck realized what he was doing immediately. “Y-you don’t have to—! You’re obviously going someplace and you don’t have to help me look for my gloves! It’s nothing, really; they’re probably lost for good, you don’t have to waste your time on—”

“Mittens or gloves?” he insisted.

He looked at her with such clear eyes, such intent on doing what he set out to do, that Duck knew it was fruitless to protest. “... mittens,” she finally got out.

“That’s cute,” he commented as he returned to searching.

Duck did her absolute best to not overthink that statement as they continued searching. Only a few minutes passed before Mytho called over to her.

“Are these yours?”

Duck looked up, and he was pointing up. In a tree. Sure enough, one of the tree’s branches held her mittens in its leafless grasp. She gave an unintentionally loud groan of frustration.

Without a word, Mytho walked over to a branch within his reach, which was higher than hers, grabbed it, and shook the branch. This eventually got the higher branch to shake as well, and before long Duck’s mittens tumbled out of the tree to the ground!

“Wow! Thank you!” Duck said, amazed that he would do so much for her. Before she could get to them herself, though, he had already stooped and picked them up.

“Glad you didn’t lose them for good,” he said as he walked over. “They feel thick and warm.”

“Yeah… me too,” she said before realizing how awkwardly placed those words were. “I mean—! I’m glad I didn’t lose them!” She reached out quickly to take her mittens back as she laughed nervously.

Mytho gave a small gasp. “Your hands are completely red! I should have realized, I’m sorry.” He quickly put his hands over hers, then switched and put her mittens on her for her. Duck was so shocked she couldn’t respond. “You should stay inside for a while, warm up your hands.”

She nodded dumbly. Of course he was worried about her hands now that he saw them, but holding them?? Putting on her mittens??? She was still trying to process it all when she suddenly felt him tug her into step with him. He was now walking them both to a building, still holding her hands. Was it because he thought she was too dumb to do it herself? Because she hadn’t moved when he told her to get inside? Or was he just a nice person? He was definitely a nice person. But… he was also still holding her hands.

They got to the building, and he made sure she was well inside before letting go of her. “There. You shouldn’t go out for a while, not with your hands so cold,” he advised.

“O-kay…” Duck managed to get out. She should say thank you. She should thank him. She should say something.

He stood there for a moment before giving her another smile. “Alright. Well… Keep your mittens on you.” Then he was gone.

She should have said thank you.

But she was very warm.

[forgetthetimetravel]

Wedding

Mythiru AU. Honestly my fav piece of this week so far. Read more to learn more~

@felixespinal

There was a chapel. There was white everywhere. There were curtains and red flowers and a lovely aisle to walk down, surrounded by lords and ladies befitting such a prestigious wedding. Ahiru’s heart fluttered as she glanced at the crowd, the crown awaiting her, down at her lovely dress, as she felt her impossible-to-walk-in shoes. She’d pleaded for something more comfortable, but her groom promised to sweep her off her feet afterwards so she wouldn’t have to worry about it. She exhaled nervously.

“Oh don’t worry so much, dear!” a comforting voice beside her assured. “You’re a darling princess, and will make an even more lovely queen. He’s lucky to have found you.”

“Aahaaha… yeah…” Ahiru responded awkwardly, smoothing her dress in gloved hands, then swallowed. “I just— I don’t know— I mean he’s so nice, and this is all so fast…”

The older woman patted her hand. “It feels like that love, but when love is involved, everything is in the right time.”

Ahiru exhaled again and smiled more earnestly at the woman beside her. “You’re right. Thank you, for everything.” She hugged the woman tightly.

“... Do you have a necklace on underneath the dress, dear?” the woman asked after pulling back.

Ahiru flushed and her hand flew to her chest. “Oh! Y-yes, I’m— I’m sorry. It’s just— it’s a necklace that’s very special to me, but it clashes a little with the dress, and I don’t want to ruin all the hard work everyone’s done! But I promised I would never take it off, and it’s small so it isn’t super obvious unless, well, you know. And—”

The woman patted her arm. “It’s alright dear. It’s important to bring something from your old life with you into your new as well.”

Ahiru continued blushing but smiled in relief. “I— I guess so. Thank you.”

“Oh, the music’s starting, you’d better get walking.”

Ahiru only groaned internally, a little bit, but the excitement and anticipation helped overcome her worries as she started down the aisle.

Small steps. Eyes on her. Heart beating. Glancing at the gorgeous windows, shrouded in fabric. Her groom, husband-to-be, waiting for her at the end. She just had to get there… 

Her necklace warmed its place on her chest, hidden under the layers of fabric. Soon the tiara would grace her head, if only for the ceremony. Then her glove would be removed and a ring placed on it. And then her love would whisk her away from everything, and it would be the two of them. Finally.

She made it to the altar. She smiled with relief and joy at her groom, who was smiling brightly at her. He took her hand and the ceremony proceeded.

Words were said, promises shared, the tiara with its lovely pinkish-red stone on top placed on her head. The gold and red complimented her own red hair. Her groom took her glove and slipped the ring on.

“If anyone has reason these two should not be wed, speak now or—”

“I don’t think that this is a very good idea,” a theatrical voice echoed from the rafters. “Especially that tiara. Tacky choice, honestly.”

Startled, everyone looked around for the voice.

“I can help, though. Take everything off your hands.”

A young man came into the light by one of the windows, hand around one of the curtains. The light silhouetted him, and before much could be seen or done he started swinging down into the chapel, right at the altar!

Ahiru’s groom stepped in front of her, shielding and blocking the way. “Ahiru! I’ll prot—” The man dropped and rolled, then shoved into her groom with a shoulder, knocking the wind out of him and also knocking him to the ground.

The young man stood up and grinned, wearing a black half mask. He gave a bow to Ahiru. “M’lady.” 

Ahiru tensed, but suddenly a pair of arms grabbed her from behind and swept off her feet, setting the world spinning. She screamed, of course, and almost lost the tiara in the jolt. She grabbed it onto her head and squeezed her eyes shut. The curtain swingers tossed her around, she had no idea which was was up let alone which side of the church she was near, and eventually landed on something solid with someone holding her tightly. A bag went over her head and despite kicking and flailing, she was hauled away.

* * * * 

Ahiru sat in a derelict little corner of a shabby frame of a house. She was still in the wedding dress, but her shoes were off. The young man with white hair and a dark outfit came over to her, his mask gone but grin remaining. “Ahiru.”

He breathed her name like it gave him life just to say it.

She pouted at him. “You really pushed it, you know? I had the ring on, we’d said the vows, and were almost officially officiated!”

“I’m sorry, my love,” Prince Siegfried bent on a knee and kissed her hand gently, carefully. “I had to make a grand entrance.”

She loved the feel of his lips on her skin and flushed, but she had honestly been worried and refused to give in so easily. “I… I had on horrible shoes as well. I had them on for so long I still can’t walk very well.”

He immediately moved his hands to her feet and started massaging them.

Ahiru jumped in her chair with a small sound, not expecting that. “S-Siegfried!” Her face burned.

“Mytho, actually, remember?” He smiled at her over her skirt, still rubbing her foot. “I’m Mytho as long as we’re on the run, stealing all these jewel pieces.”

Ahiru’s heart broke a little every time he reminded her. The Raven had decimated Siegfried’s kingdom and taken its prized jewel, the Heart of the King, and broken it into so many pieces, scattering it all over the continent. All that remained was the small piece of her own betrothal necklace. She never took it off.

“We’ll get them back,” Ahiru assured him, and took off the tiara. Its red jewel was another piece of the Heart. She offered it to him. “We are.”

He smiled at her softly. “And then we’ll have a proper wedding,” he murmured.

Ahiru flushed again. “We could just get married now…” she muttered.

“With your stolen ring and tiara?” he lightly teased.

“And your betrothal necklace,” she insisted, putting the tiara on him and patting where the stone lay under her dress.

He moved one hand from her foot to her hand and held it softly while he looked at her. “You deserve better, Ahiru,” he said, so earnestly she almost believed it.

She placed her free hand on his cheek. “I don’t care; you and me are all we need for a wedding, silly.”

“...  Me Siegfried? Or me Mytho?” he breathed, a trace of humor trying to assert itself, but real questioning underlying it all.

Oh her heart. “You,” she just said again.

He smiled and squeezed her hand.

“Eventually, my little duck.”

Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MJd0RTOW1Y

[forgetthetimetravel]

Romeo & Juliet

Mythotutu Day 5 - @felixespinal

“Juliet!”

Ahiru sighed and continued looking longingly at her script.

“Understudy for Juliet!” Mr. Cat repeated.

Ahiru suddenly realized they were calling for her and jumped up. “Y-y-yes! Sir!”

“Our regular Juliet has come down with a cold and can hardly say three words without coughing or sniffling,” Mr. Cat told her. “As you might have noticed from the past 3 days of rehearsal if you’d been paying attention.”

Ahiru stood very straight. “Right!”

“So that means you need to fill in today, and however long the cold keeps her down.”

Ahiru blinked, suddenly realizing the truth in the words and nodded furiously, pretending she wasn’t red from embarrassment and excitement. “O-of course!” 

“Good. We start as soon as the rest of the cast gets here.”

Ahiru nodded again, then sat down as the teacher moved off. Wow. It was finally happening… Mytho was playing Romeo, of course, so she had aimed to get Juliet’s role. It was no question who Romeo would be, but the fight to get to be Juliet was fierce. Once Juliet was decided on, however, many of the other girls dropped out all together, their one goal no longer in reach.

Ahiru stuck around and became understudy, but she’d dreamed she would get to play the real role someday… But was she ready for it?? Even if it was just rehearsals, and she’d been practicing almost every day to a pretend Mytho in her head, would she be able to say the words when she was actually, truly facing him…?

“Juliet!”

“Qu— Here!” That was her now. And she realized she was being requested to get to the stage. She scrambled up and dashed into the other room, clutching her script.

Ready or not, she would find out.

[forgetthetimetravel]

Day 3: Chocolate

Mythotutu week 2020 - @felixespinal

Ahiru sighed down at her haphazardly wrapped box of misshapen chocolates. She had wanted to do better, she had tried! A million times! It was her and Mytho's first Valentine's as a couple, and she wanted everything to be perfect. Like him.

And here she was, after over a week of practicing forming the melted chocolate into something other than a blob vaguely shaped like, well, anything recognizable, with chocolates that still looked like someone forgot how shapes worked but tried anyway.

Ahiru sighed again, heavily. Maybe she should just toss the present and give him a hug or something. But she always did that... "I'm such an idiot…"

"I wouldn't say that."

"M-Mytho!" Ahiru jumped, dropping the box. Thankfully it fell into a remaining snowbank, though if they had shattered maybe she could blame the shapes on that… 

Before she could check, though, Mytho picked it up. "What's this?"

Ahiru froze, but then tried to laugh it off. "Oh, that?? N-nothing! Nothing at all, aahaha…"

"Really? It's got a bow on it."

"Of course it does! I mean—"

"Do you often put bows on random boxes?" Mytho's smile told her more than his tone.

She flushed. Mytho always caught on to her plans, but player along anyway until she realized it. She was getting better at it. It was both embarrassing and endearing. "I— I mean, it's Valentine's, so—"

"So it's for someone?" He continued, smile widening. "Someone special?"

Ahiru's face grew hotter. "Maybe."

"I wonder who it could be?"

She couldn't take any more. "Okay fine! It's for you! They're for you! But they didn't turn out very good so I wasn't going to give them because you deserve—"

Mytho was already opening the wrapping.

"H-heeey!" She tried to snatch the box back. "I was still explaining!"

Mytho held it out of reach for a moment, but then let her take the half-opened box back. He looked at her innocently. "Its a gift for me, isn't it? From you?"

Ahiru quieted, still red. "... yes…"

"Then I want to see it~" He snatched the box back before she could protest and took the rest of it off.

Ahiru froze at the sight of the misshapen chocolate lumps. None had been impacted in the least by the fall into the snow, and even she had a hard time trying to figure out what they were at this angle.

"... Did you make these?"

Ahiru looked at her shoes and nodded miserably. "I tried to get the hang of it, I practiced a lot, but—"

"They're lovely, Ahiru."

She looked up, shocked.

His smile wasn't mocking,or pitying. It was warm and gentle, and very sincere.

"Wha….? Are you sure?"

"Of course I am." He took a small bite of one piece, and smiled at her. "And they taste even better than they look!"

Ahiru was blushing again, but for an entirely different reason. "O-oh… um. Well. H-happy Valentine's…. Mytho."

"Happy Valentine's Ahiru~" He gave her a small peck on her cheek. 

Ahiru could have melted faster than any chocolate in that very moment. And she should know.

[forgetthetimetravel]

Day 3 - Stories

Hiedy-ho mythiru week watchers/ @felixespinal, I thought I would have more energy and I thought I would have less words for this one, but alas. This’ll have to be in two parts, but the first one I can post tonight at least.

There once was a poor man with several children who lived with him and his wife in a small home. They all did what they could to help survive, but winters were only getting colder. One day, while the man was out, he encountered an enormous swan, at least the size of a man. The swan offered him riches if he would give up his youngest daughter for him to take away. The man said he could never, but the swan told him to talk to her about it and he would return the next day.

The man did not want to even think about it, but when his youngest, most energetic daughter Ahiru asked him about his day, he inevitably ended up talking about the swan. She of course did not want to leave her father or her family, and her father smiled and said he would tell the swan when he came again.

However, over the next day, Ahiru thought about how hard their lives were, and how much better off everyone would be if they had some money to care for everything easier. Their mother was very sick as well, and Ahiru did not wish for her to die. So she eventually decided she would go with the swan after all.

When the swan came to the house the next day, the father said he would not give up his youngest daughter, but Ahiru said she would go with the swan. Her family asked her not to go, but Ahiru wanted a better life for everyone, and so she just smiled, waved, and left with the swan.

Ahiru rode the back of the swan, who flew so high and so far that Ahiru had no idea where they were. They landed on a lake, and the swan took them to an island in the middle. There they entered a large castle unlike Ahiru had ever seen; there were rooms upon rooms filled with all sorts of things, from books to instruments to furs to furniture. The swan told her that she could not return to her home, and that she could not leave the island. That was all he said before leaving her to eat food that had appeared on a table while Ahiru wasn’t looking. Ahiru was saddened by this news, but having no one to talk to and being very tired, she ate the food and fell asleep.

Over the next 6 months, Ahiru grew used to life at the castle. She cried many times, and she was lonely, for besides the swan and herself there was but one servant, who stayed out of sight and seemed to disappear often. But the swan assured her her family was doing better now, and she had many things to distract herself with as well. When she wasn’t learning new things or exploring the castle, Ahiru talked to the swan about everything. The swan never answered much, but he always listened. And though he was large and intimidating, he was also graceful, and at times even kind.

Every night, Ahiru would go to sleep in a nice warm bed, and a man would join her after all the lights were out and she was asleep. She only knew because sometimes she would wake up and feel his warmth beside her. He never did anything to her and was always gone by morning. She tried to ask both the swan and the skittish servant about it, but neither of them would talk about it. 

More months passed, and Ahiru grew more stir crazy and worried. Had her mother survived? Did her family get a better home? Was everyone eating enough? She talked of them endlessly to the swan, what else could she do? Meanwhile she ate less, focused less, and even forgot to go to bed at night sometimes.

Finally the swan said he could let her visit her family, but only for a short time. He warned her not to let any of them convince her to try and stay home, and Ahiru readily agreed. He flew her to her home, which was indeed larger and more sturdy now, and she reunited with her family. Her mother was well and everyone rejoiced to have her back. Ahiru warned them she was only back for a short time, however, and they all saddened at the prospect. However, soon they were simply happy to have her home again. Except their mother, who kept trying to convince Ahiru to stay, more persistently than any of the others.

Ahiru explained to her that she could not stay longer, she had promised the swan, who had given the family so much. Her mother was not satisfied, but knew Ahiru would do what she set out to do. So her mother simply asked that she get a look at the mysterious man who came to bed after her, so her mother would have some peace knowing her daughter wasn’t about to be attacked in her sleep. Ahiru tried to assure her that nothing had yet happened, and she didn’t think it ever would, but her mother insisted. So Ahiru said she would try.

Once Ahiru returned to the castle, the swan seemed almost more at ease than before. He was more docile and engaged when she spoke to him, though he still did not answer much. Ahiru had renewed interest in reading aloud to him, and in learning things herself, whether or not she did very well with them. She even thought she saw him smiling sometimes.

The atmosphere after bed has shifted as well. The man still only came after all the lights were out, and never did anything to her. But she could tell he turned towards her in the dark more often, and he moved around during the night less often. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but the words of her mother kept coming back to her.

So one night, she hid a candle under the bed. The man came to bed. She waited. Then, she lit the candle and held it aloft.

The man was much younger than she’d expected, and stunning to look at. His hair was white like snow, and his face smooth and calm. He looked like a prince.

Ahiru got so distracted looking at him that she didn’t notice how much her candle had burned until it dripped wax, right onto the man’s shirt. He awoke immediately, and his eyes were large and brown. They were the eyes of the swan. And as soon as he realized what was happening, they looked infinitely sorrowful.

He fled the room.

Ahiru dropped the candle, somehow not catching the bed on fire.

She was left alone again, and she found herself crying.

[forgetthetimetravel]

Palace Life

Mythotutu Week 2020 day 7 - @felixespinal

I’ve been very distracted, so I didn’t get prose writing done, BUT I GOT CASTING

Shirayuki AU!  X3

Ahiru = Shirayuki

Mytho = Zen

Fakir = Mitsuhide

Erina = Kiki

Rue = Obi

Autor = Ryuu (12 year old royal pharmacist)

Femio = Raji (prince of Tanbarun)

I want to explore this possibility so much but I just cannot atm

BUT the idea is out there and even just imagining it is great and I want to share :DD

[forgetthetimetravel]

Heart

Mythotutu Week 2020 day 2     @felixespinal

A drop of blood

A shard of heart

A maiden searching

while feelings dart

away and round

her necklace shines

she longs to gather

and hopes to find

the precious parts

of her Prince's soul

so he can once again

smile, be whole

And if she must fade

as she dances her way

then she will give all

til that fateful day