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bmpreposting · 17 days ago

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Repost! Now with a not transparent background

I never finish an art post for this franchise these days. But I do use it for warm ups still.

#be my princess party #bmpp #edward levaincois #voltage inc

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bmpreposting · 29 days ago

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Prompt - Giving the Princes an Assistant that the Butlers will grow to love.

Claude receives a well trained and very friendly assistant who will balance him a bit more.

Notes - Gender Neutral Assistant

It was a busy morning, far too early for mindless chatter, and most certainly too early for the servant nipping at his heels as he strode down the hall.

“I have several certifications and I scored the highest in my training programs, I assure.” The assistant insists with a wide smile as they tail the head steward, sensing his discontentment with them.

It's been a long month of working with this new addition to the staff.

“I can hardly tell.” He says with no stagger in his stride. He tried to keep his retorts short and concise, with a hope and a dream they would get the hint he wanted them to stop, as telling them outright did nothing previous days. Claude was not someone who enjoyed light-hearted conversation even on the best of days.

His assistant was admittingly perfect on paper. They presented impeccably no matter how early their shift started, or how late they worked. They had a charisma that made people work without being asked twice.

But by the heavens, they smiled brightly and followed him like a puppy! How does one hold a smile for so many hours without ceasing?

“Whatever did I do wrong?” They inquire as if they aren’t aware.

“You're too relaxed when speaking to his highness. “ He starts. “You scent yourself like a flower.” He continued. “And you insist on idly chit-chatting with me when we should be at attention at all times whilst on duty! It may be acceptable in other Kingdoms or on the most occasional occasion, but not here.”

They usher up to be beside him instead of tailing behind, unwavering poise and professional smiles. They radiate like the sun beside him. They enter a ballroom and begin to quickly assemble the table for Prince Wilfred’s morning meal in a tandem Claude has yet to appreciate.

Finally, the assistant speaks as they quickly arrange flowers to perfection. They have been here less than a month and they seem to understand the flair and style of this kingdom like they were raised here.

“I want to ‘chit chat’ with you because we're the same pay grade.” A bright laugh. “Oh heavens, who else am I supposed to speak to? Maids?" They seem humored. "That is not appropriate of a professional relationship. As for Wilfred, whilst a personal assistant is to play a more compassionate role than yourself, I won't have my career ruined by any of the following: tabloids, misunderstandings, or lack of order. In addition, whilst my demeanor fools people, I assure you, I take my job quite seriously” They say as their hands file down their vest to smooth any stray crease. They had a way of speaking that was exceedingly articulate.

Claude spares a glance as he brews tea, perhaps a bit impressed by the response or bewildered by the monologue, then he merely nods. “Yes…..well, let's not do it so vibrantly at 6 in the morning.” He seems satisfied with the response, but quickly tacks on. "Additionally, It's His Highness, or Prince Wilfred, to you."

END

Next is Louise and Alberto

#bmpp #be my princess #Claude the butler #I'm gonna be totally honest I wrote this in 10 minutes and didn't proofread more than once.

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bmpreposting · 1 month ago

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Prince Edward Meets A Fairy

This was a warm up as I've never actually written BMP or other Otome content, but I thought it was too goofy and cute to not post.

Edward is so fun and whimsical to write that he was a perfect warm-up character.

I attempted a gender neutral fairy. My apologies if I slipped up.

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The whimsical prince hummed a non-existent song as he walked through the beautiful manicured hedges of his garden. The royal princes of the other kingdoms were to arrive soon, and Edward took in these last moments of silence like a butterfly drinking its first nectar. Afterwards, he would begin an exciting day of meetings with sprinkled in laughter and banter.

As he wandered, he would marvel at how each flower was its own work of art. Each one was special and beautiful, even the ones with fallen petals and small nibbles from the bugs upon it's leaves. He loved to look at them so intently that when he went to sleep, they would appear behind his eyelids. On occasion, his fingers would reach out to brush against them lovingly.

But suddenly, a sound reached his ears.

“Boohoo”

A tiny sound caught his attention. He looked around, his hum silencing and his steps slowing to a stop.

“Boohoo”

He heard the squeaky sound once more, and tried to locate the noise of small sad cries that were so faint that one may perceive them as a mere illusion of the mind.

He was almost at a loss until he glanced down. His heart stilled at the sight of shimmering wings and a teeny tiny frame.

A fairy.

A fairy with iridescent glittering wings, plopped down in a heap by the edge of the rose bushes, their face buried in their hands. They seemed to have not heard, or sensed, Edward whilst in the throws of their personal woes.

He knew they were among him. Edward knew that it was the hum of fairy wings he sometimes heard in the mornings, and not hummingbirds nor dragonflies. Edward knew that flowers grown personally by they fairy people felt different in his hands.

He crouched down and with a voice so melodic and soft he speaks.

“Whatever is the problem my whimsical little friend?”

The creature jumps nearly out of their skin at the realization of being spotted, fluttering away ever so quickly. Disappearing in a flash among the flowers.

“Don’t hide.” He says softer than a flower petal before he hears the rustle of a leaf and finally sees their wide expression once more. They peek over a leaf at him and Edward can't help but smile, his heart racing with an excitement he's never known.

He smiles at such a lovely creature, then his eyes glance back downwards to where it wept. He sees this area is where the landscaper must have come through. Some of the flowers were trimmed back for floral bouquets throughout the castle.

His smile falters as connections are made in his head. Edward reaches out and touches the cut areas with worry. “Did we offend the fairy people? Has there been a disservice?” He questions carefully, his brows furrowed in distress at their distress.

The small shining creature comes down to where his hand is. They are floating so effortlessly, inspecting the trimmed stem of a specific victim.

“Oh it's missing.” They confide woefully, he's never heard a voice to squeaky before, it tickles his ears. “Oh it was beautiful.”

“A rose?” He whispers. His hand nearly trembles, the creature is close enough he can feel the small wafts of wind from his wings. Against his skin, he can feel small prickles of divine magic that radiates, feeling just like a static of a nylon garment.

“Oh yes. I grew a beautiful rose.” The fairy explains with a sad tone. "It's color was that of deeply rooted love! Developed and rich."

Edward’s heart shatters so completely that he, in a way, had upset the small beautiful creature. The being looks up at him, and while it’s hard to make out every detail of a face the size of his thumbnail, even he can see a mighty frown.

The tiny creature then theatrically falls to the ground, its little limp body sprawled on the freshly cut grass.

“Boohoo! Boohoo! Boohoo!”

“Oh my divine creature!” He gasps, his hand clutching his heart. “I am so very sorry this happened!”

His hand reaches down, resting it beside their shaking body wracked with sobs.

“I must remedy this!” He assures. No. He insists.

“Oh there is nothing we can do!” They sit up once more. “It is gone! Oh I used so much of my magic to grow it so pretty! I was going to use its velvet petals for a dress!”

“Oh no!” He says. “I can get you more petals, don't fret my dear! I can get you high-quality velvet, my small friend. I will right this wrong. I shall!”

“Oh no, no! That's not the fairy way!” They hop to their feet and lift off to Edward’s eye level. His breath catches at the radiance. The creature continues. “No flower is more beautiful than one that had love poured into tending! That's the magic of love! My clothing must be grown with love! I’m a love fairy!”

“I have my own personal garden.” He says quickly, he holds his hand out once more, and they land their feet upon his palm. “I only grow with love. Please, if you see it you will know.” He assures.

“Then take me!” It declares and the Prince obliges, fretting. He carries the creature to his personal section of the massive, sprawling gardens. His strides and long and quick.

The creature gasps at the sight of Edward's personal section. One would say that it looks sort of identical to the rest, but the fairy has eyes sharper than most. Fairies can see intent, and feelings like tangible matter.

“Oh!” They say. “Oh! Oh! Oh!"

They zoom from his hand. They flutter around the flora with zippy motions, inspecting from all angles. Edward doesn't even realize how he holds his breath in anticipation.

“You have created these with love!” They stop at one vibrant red rose. ‘this one! This one! Oh I feel the love overwhelming me!” The fairy proceeds to do a sky dance that involves kicking their legs in various directions and shaking their hips. Much akin to a tap dance in zero gravity. "This is a fairy dance of joy!"

The rose they celebratory dance for is one that Edward gently caresses every time he visits, and he is beyond overjoyed they can sense such. “Oh! you don't understand the joy I-”

“Prince Edward!” A voice cuts through.

The fairy throws themself into the bush again at the sound of the unexpected voice nearby. Edward gasps and looks over his shoulder, remembering his now arriving guests.

He looks to the bushes, the fairy is gone once more. He looks around closely, but it seems they are truly gone this time.

“Please.” He says to the bush, ready to flee to duty by obligation. “Take what you need.”

“Edward.” The squeaky voice says unexpectedly from behind him, he swivels. They were hovering at his eye level, glittering in the sun. “You are a human Prince?” They question with a cocked head.

“I am. But I'm not more worthy of your presence because of so.” He says, a whisper, he can tell that discreet is important to this magical character. “I must go. You will not be bothered here.”

“It was an honor, Prince Edward.”

“Edward is all you need to say.”

They flutter closer holding something out no bigger than a grain of rice.

“Here” they say. “If you wish real hard on it, I will be able to find you again.”

He holds his hand out, and inspects the small sparkling pink particle they gently place upon his palm.

“It's created by me. I am so overcome with gratitude that my love magic has solidified into a crystal. It means you will always have a little bit of me.” It flutters to the bush, crawling into hiding behind the leaves once more, offering a squeaky goodbye. “Good bye!”

With that, they were gone. Truly this time.

Prince Edward whispers a soft, unheard farewell, before quickly returning to his gazebo, where the Prince’s had arrived. His cherished butler was already serving tea, and seems relieved that the Prince had emerged without the need for a search party.

“There you are! Where were you?” One calls out, standing to greet him properly.

It doesn't matter what he says, he knows that. He appreciates their acceptance, but they won't believe him, even if he did have intent to spoil such a sacred secret. He gently smiles to himself.

Edward tucks the small grain in his chest pocket, certain he won't forget it there. “Looking for the fairies, It's always in good grace to thank them for another bountiful spring.”

“...Man…. I really don't get you….”

#be my princess party #bmpp #voltage inc #edward levaincois

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bmpreposting · 6 months ago

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I was going to put this in my j-fashion/ general fashion blog I started up and only occasionally use, but the only people who can truly appreciate the niche reference is my fellow BMP stans on Tumblr. No one loved a half-up braided hairstyle quite like MC.

#Bmpp #Bmp #Otome hair #be my princess party #be my princess #voltage inc #fashion #Otome fashion #Otome

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bmpreposting · 6 months ago

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I've been doing my daily hairstyles inspired by otome game girls since I was 18.....specifically BMP games. Maybe one day I'll post what these look like IRL.