#ghost night bride

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Went to the opening of The Lolita Collective's physical store today. It was a very fun experience, and I bought so much stuff lol

JSK: AP

Blouse: I forgot, but it's Chinese indie

OTKs: Baby

Necklace: Starcrossed Lovelies

Headdress: Sweet Dreamer

Shoes: Demonia

Everything else: offbrand

[princeloww]

I'm back bitches

(Repost cos I changed my mind)

[prince-kallisto]

NRC School Barrier, Chenya, Ghosts, and Grim

On today’s list of questions that no one asked about lmao, I’ve been wondering how the school barrier works. Specifically, WHO is allowed to enter, and WHY?

The school barrier is an invisible magical barrier that keeps out intruders, maintained 24/7 and only put down for events. It’s why outsiders in the Halloween events and for Spelldrive and the VDC competitions are allowed in. From Book 6, we now know that the barrier can be breached, and breaking it sounds akin to shattered glass. Technomatic weapons, perhaps? And in the Spectral Soirée event, the barrier can also be manipulated (with extremely powerful magic) to prevent the people inside from escaping, and stop time inside the barrier.

Who maintains it or how is unknown, I believe. I assume it’s from a magical item like a huge magestone, just because I don’t think it would be safe for the staff members to maintain such a large barrier 24/7.

Anyway, back to the real point -v- If the barrier is made to prevent intruders, how did Chenya and the Ghost Bride enter the school? And most importantly, how did Grim renter the school in the prologue?

It is uncertain if Chenya’s unique magic allows him to disappear/reappear at will, or just make parts of his body invisible. I’ve seen wikis and blogs claim both, and I don’t believe it’s ever fully explained in canon (is it explained in the novels? 👀). Somehow, Chenya can enter NRC despite being a RSA student.

It’s a similar case for the Ghost Bride and her retainers: they can just enter the school every year and stay at Ramshackle Dorm so Eliza can search for her perfect prince.

So what’s the deal here?? How can Chenya (a living person) and ghosts both be able to enter the campus?

All I can think of is that both characters lack a “corporeal body.”

Both Chenya and the ghosts have a soul, but depending on Chenya’s use of magic, neither have a physical body. If Chenya is staying very true to Disney’s Cheshire Cat, then he can make his body “intangible.” It’s not just invisibility- his body can not be touched. It literally does not physically exist for as long as he uses his magic.

With this pattern, I’m deducing that the barrier blocks out physical body, which is the typical case of an “intruder,” but when it comes to the nitpicky details like souls? Either it’s not possible, just way too specific, or simply not necessary. Ghosts don’t really cause any harm save for temporary paralyzing…which is bad but this is NRC we’re talking about -v- Chenya is just also has a very unique ability that seems to qualify as one of those rare for a Unique Magics that affect the users body, like Jack’s Unleash the Beast. It would be nearly impossible for any organization to account for ALL of the possible Unique Magic’s out there.

Case Solved…right? As the usual case with my theories, there answer is no ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ Grim is causing all the trouble for me, which is entirely in character for him!!!

Grim was specifically ejected from the CAMPUS in the prologue. He was taken away with Riddle’s collar on, so he couldn’t use magic. While there is the possibility of Grim managing to slip out of the hands of the people taking him away, by the time he returned to Ramshackle dorm, Riddle’s collar was gone. Since it can only be removed with Riddle’s consent, I assume he was successfully taken out of campus.

So how did the little gremlin get back in??? And actually, how did Grim end up inside the NRC campus in the first place (when trying to steal the MCs uniform)?

Grim has a unique physiology, as he’s the magical fusion of an animal and a Direbeast. However, he does have corporeal body, unless the curse placed on him provides him with some loopholes. To be honest, I wonder if his abnormal high blot density is a part of this Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) Can Overblot Monsters trespass the school barrier? Technically, they don’t have a body. Their “body” is just built up blot, which is the waste product of magic. Since I’ve been theorizing that Grim is a sealed Phantom, I think his ability to go through the school barrier is important 👀

Anyway, this was very random, but I’d appreciate any thoughts on the subject! I think it’s really easy to get excited and run with all the theories involving characters, but random things like the school barrier can easily get overlooked ∑(ﾟДﾟ)

[vinca-majors]

Yangsze Choo in conversation - St. Louis 2/21/24

Yangsze Choo is one of my favorite authors (The Ghost Bride is one of my favorite books ever) and last week she came to STL for her The Fox Wife book tour! I wrote up a little summary of the things she said about herself and her novels for anyone interested.

Her name is pronounced Yong-shee

She was warm, humble, funny, gracious, relaxed, and genuinely kind

She is very petite (I'd be surprised if she clears 5') and has a lovely, precise British accent reminiscent of Julie Andrews because she attended British schools when growing up

While she currently lives in California, she is Malaysian and spent parts of her childhood in Germany and Japan

This was her first time visiting Missouri and she only had the kindest things to say about it (this was heartwarming to everyone in attendance since flyover states get no love)

She is a slow writer and her drafts always have an excessively large word count

She never uses outlines "because I don't think like that" and blames her slow writing on this; her husband says if she would use outlines maybe there would be "less howling and rolling on the floor"

"There are thousands of good books that people could be reading. I am honored that people choose to read mine."

The Ghost Bride

One of her favorite scenes is the first chapter

She wrote a trial scene in the Courts of Hell but it was cut for wordcount

Pre-publication, she figured only her "mother and her hairdresser" would read it

Her older sister's feedback on a draft was that there wasn't enough romance and that what there was "is creepy"; her father's feedback was that it didn't read like classic literature; "With a family like this, who needs critics?"

She wanted to be the audiobook reader because many of the Malaysian words in the book have a specific pronunciation; she had to audition to do it "because usually voice actors do this unless you're Neil Gaiman"; the audition was in a studio in New York the day after Neil himself had been there ("I was like 'Can I touch everything that he touched?'")

She was in Trader Joe's when she got the call from her agent that Netflix wanted to make a screen adaptation - "'Give it to them! Give it to them!'"

She wasn't interested in writing the screenplay for the Netflix adaptation - "Novel writing and screenwriting are very different things."

She didn't have a problem with the book's ugly villain being played by a handsome actor - "That's Hollywood"

The Night Tiger

Her audiobook recording was an Audie Award Finalist - "My publisher says I should tell people that more often."

The Fox Wife

It is a story about "others", "what's on the other side of the door", first love, and is "a love story for old people"

Her favorite Austen is Persuasion and that inspired the elements of "regret and do-overs"

She said most ancient Chinese myths about foxes are about the human men who subdue the beautiful, wily female foxes and bear sons by them who pass the Imperial Exams; she wanted a story from the fox's point of view

She wrote it practically in the order that it reads and wrote the two timelines concurrently

The margins are wide and include footnotes because ancient Chinese scrolls had margins for readers to write notes in, which were incorporated into rewrites of those scrolls; this was also a way for women to engage with other female readers in a time when only men could gather to discuss literature and philosophy

She loves the footnotes in Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell and was inspired to include asides/short stories in the footnotes of her own novel

Her first draft was 240,000 words long - she had to cut the bulk of the footnotes, a whole character, an entire arc, and "another murder"

She calls herself 'an old auntie' and doesn't know who the hot Asian actors are today, but her fancast for Kuro is Toshiro Mifune

If she could spend the day as any of her characters she would be Snow because she's "always wanted to run along rooftops and along garden walls"

Her favorite scene is—(looking at my bookmark at the halfway point) "Well, I won't spoil it for you. I love the last scene."

4th novel

It's about plants because she loves plants - she regularly listens to the NPR gardening podcast

She has always thought that ginseng root looks like a human baby; this book will be about a ginseng root that is a fairy changeling

At heart it's about parenthood

[asexualdindjarin]

going to Edinburgh for my birthday but shaking my head at wizard boy tourists so ppl know I'm not with them

[dressupdragonne]

[the-nation-of-today]

BVB + Andy Black on ghosts

Louder Than Your Love // The Void // Dead Man Walking (Overture II) // Vale (This Is Where It Ends) // Introduction: Resurrection // Soul Like Me // Ghost Of Ohio // Fire In My Mind // Saints Of The Blood // Blackbird // Kill The Hero

[sunthroughdarkclouds]

[weak-hero]

not official yet but we might get READY OR NOT sequel from Escape Room (2019) director Adam Robitel

[redvampirerose]

Art by  typesprite

[siren-serenity]

"mia princessa~"

characters: princess erica/ghost bride, melody striker, twst boys! warnings: fluff, romance a/n: - i just had to do something for melody striker! it's the ghost bride event in twst eng~

"There is no more hope..."

"We're done for!"

"Someone save me from marrying her!! Anyone!!!"

Princess Erica's delighted laughter echoes in the bridal hall. Her cerulean hands cup Idia's terrified face, murmuring soft reassurances that do not do anything to sooth Idia's pounding heart. If anything, his hair is flickering the shade of neon blue, borderline navy blue. His blue lips open and close but nothing comes out.

"Somebody do something!" He pleads to the amused looking students that look away from his desperate gaze.

"I do love weddings," Lilia grins. "It's been quite a while since I've been to one!"

"The suit and hairstyle does suit Idia," Vil mutters. "It's regrettable that he never dresses up."

Leona scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Please, we all know he's dying on the inside."

"I am!!" Idia screeches back in panic.

"Choose her, Princess Eliza!"

An oddly familiar figure steps out from behind the double doors, making the frozen boys' eyes widen. Teary-eyed guards look guiltily at the eyes of the royal ghosts.

"I'm so sorry, princess!" One wail. "But this prince, she is worthy!"

The other nods, blowing his nose noisily into a tissue. "She is everything you dream of! She is at least 180 centimeters tall, has healthy, lustrous skin, lidded eyes with a hint of dark mischievousness twinkling in them, a devastatingly charming smile, and bright, shimmering hair!"

"Impossible!" Puffy yells. He points accusingly at a smiling Melody. "You! Prove yourself."

Melody chuckles before stepping forth, showing her entire attire that is now showcased under the bright lights. Her hair, which used to be all black with her bangs messily dyed purple, is now completely lavender with neat black roses braided into the sides. She swapped out her purple headphones for a black necklace and wore silver earrings. She dons black slacks with a silky black dress shirt; over the dress shirt, she wore a black corset and an ashen grey dress coat over her clothes. An aura of mature elegance blossomed outwards and she captured everyone's attention immediately.

She knelt before a flustered Princess Eliza, clasping her hands to kiss her knuckles. She blushed as Melody presented a bright bouquet.

"Baby's breathes for everlasting love, orchids for elegance, tulips for true love, roses for love and passion," Melody crooned. Princess Eliza took them with shaky hands before smelling them; a lovely smile bloomed on her face to the boys' astonishment.

"B-but, you must pass all the tests!" The ghost bride spluttered and Melody nodded, an easy-going smile still on her face.

"For you? I'll fight anything and everything."

Princess Eliza's cerulean face turned bright red. One by one, Melody passed all the tests with practiced ease, making the boys gap.

"Who are you and what have you done with Melody?!" Sebek hollered.

"Sevens- how is she doing it?" Trey wondered aloud. Cater hummed in agreement.

"Come on, Melody! Charm her like the SSR card you are! K.O. her for me!" Idia whisper-shouted.

Melody got up from one knee to clasp the princess's hands. She quickly dipped her romantically and flower motifs blossomed around the devastatingly beautiful duo.

"Pick me," Melody's lips were centimeters from Princess Eliza's. Her warm breathes caressed her face, making red bloom on her cerulean face. "Love me for infinity."

"I do!" Princess Eliza squealed.

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Coord to sweat in yesterday lol

JSK: AP

Blouse: AtePie

KC: Meta

OTKs: Dandy Puppeteer

Shoes: Antaina

Bracelets: thrifted

[carewyncromwell]

“And all the souls on earth shall sing On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day! And all the souls on earth shall sing On Christmas Day in the morning! Then let us all rejoice again On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day! Then let us all rejoice again On Christmas Day in the morning...”

~“I Saw Three Ships (cover)” by Blackmore’s Night

x~x~x~x

Happy Christmaween! xoxo 🎃🎄

x~x~x~x

When the spirit of Orion Amari, otherwise known as the Wanderer, was finally allowed to stay at the Cromwell Manor, all of the ghosts there were finally able to rest easier as well. The combination of the Phantom’s anger and the Bride’s melancholy had been an unpleasant shadow over them for a while, and it was a relief when it finally passed. In fact, since the Wanderer had appeared at the Manor, the Bride’s aura had been oddly lighter. On those few occasions she left the attic, often to clean or close the curtains before dawn, the glow of her eyes and heart brought a strange warmth to the space around her. It helped mitigate the dark ire of the Phantom that continuously emanated off of the attic. 

Over the next three decades, the Wanderer and the Beating Heart Bride would exchange covert messages through the songs they sang in each other’s earshot. It was the only way that was safe for them to communicate, since the Phantom had forbidden the Beating Heart Bride to speak to Orion, or for him to come anywhere near the attic again. Fortunately, as strange as this new language of theirs was, it ended up working rather well for both of them. 

Highland Mary was exchanged for Blowing in the Wind -- If You Could Read My Mind was exchanged for The Fair Maid -- Imagine, for Over the Hills and Far Away. I’m a Believer ended up getting Orion banished for a second time, after the Phantom heard the Bride humming the unfamiliar tune while cleaning the upstairs banisters and later caught Orion playing it on his guitar. Orion’s return was marked with still more remorse and shame with Sweet William’s Ghost, as well as forgiveness and resolve through Our Day Will Come.

As the years passed, both of the ghosts’ fondness for each other grew. It made Orion’s resolve to break the Bride’s chains all the stronger, and it made the Bride try all the more to keep Orion at a distance, for fear of the Phantom’s anger. She would frequently try to ward Orion back with parting songs like Ae Fond Kiss, only for Orion to return a My Heart Has a Mind of Its Own or I’m Telling You Now, or even to come upstairs in open defiance of the Phantom’s orders to speak to the Bride directly.

“I cannot sing this as well as you, so I will say it plainly: I am not giving up. I will set you free, no matter what it takes. No matter how much the Phantom may rage, I will weather his storms. I will weather them, as you do, until you’re finally free of him and you never have to weather them again.”

This pronouncement, when overheard by the Phantom, got Orion banished a third time. The Bride only managed to convince the Phantom to rescind that banishment in time for the winter holidays, at which time the Bride sang songs she’d picked up from other ghosts like the Performer @ag907​​ and the Child Spirit’s wards @dat-silvers-girl​​ in celebration.

“I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day, on Christmas day! I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas day in the morning!”

The Phantom may have complained about the Bride interacting with “such lowlifes,” but his menacing aura did seem oddly settled, hearing his captive singing so brightly. The Bride’s happiness had lightened up the rest of the Manor too -- Orion soon heard the Ghost Host and many other similarly red-haired ghosts singing Christmas carols around the house too (though much more off-key), as if hoping she’d hear and sing along with them. 

Orion himself, though, showed his joy by playing a song on his guitar on the stairs, as always.

“Someday soon, we all will be together, if the Fates allow... Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow... So have yourself a merry little Christmas now...”

For once, while playing, Orion felt a cold gloved hand close over the shoulder of his jacket. When he looked up, the Bride instantly withdrew, her gloved hands flying up to her glowing red heart as she closed her eyes and turned away.

“Bride...”

When Orion made as if to comfort her, she quickly brought a hand up to his lips to quiet him. He flushed, startled, as she looked up at him, her lips spread in a slightly strained smile and her yellow eyes blazing with both sorrow and fondness. Then, slowly and gently, she backed away, fading away into the wall and up toward the ceiling.  

“Have yourself...a merry little Christmas...”

The song was on the Bride’s lips quite a bit, over the next few weeks. Perhaps because the Phantom didn’t know Orion was its source, it seemed to soothe the attic’s menacing aura somewhat, making it far gloomier and more longing than hostile.

In the three years following that Christmas, Orion experimented, trying to figure out how to play some songs the Bride would sing on his guitar. He’d gotten quite practiced at Spanish Ladies, after playing it off and on in a corner of the main bar in Liberty Square over the course of a year. He’d sort of been hoping to surprise the Bride by playing one of her favorite songs, so she could sing along as he played.

It was while practicing the chords for Barbara Allen that the Wanderer was first approached by a tall young man he’d never seen before.

“Hey. You.”

Orion finished playing out the chord before sparing one eye to look up at the young man. He was dressed in a green and white track suit with a white T-shirt underneath that said “I Hear Dead People” printed across it.

“You’re the one the locals call the ‘Wanderer,’ right?” he asked. His voice was a low, cynical Southern drawl.

Orion’s eye lingered on the strange words on the young man’s shirt before darting up to his face.

“I am called many things,” he said airily. “‘Wanderer’ is one of them. ‘That weird man’ is another. And ‘Orion Amari’ is another still.”

The man wrinkled his nose when he frowned, clearly bewildered.

“...All right, then,” he said uneasily. “Mr. Amari...I’m Duncan Ashe -- I’m a paranormal investigator, here to look into the hauntings of Cromwell Manor. I’d like to know what you know about the so-called ‘Headless Man...’”

Orion’s interest was piqued at once. Little did he know, though, just how consequential this meeting would end up being...and how much it would change his afterlife forever.

[midnightfire1222]

(New character design for my Witch AU; Lah is originally from the 'Night of the Werehog' short.)

Long ago a young bride and her husband-to-be were killed on their wedding day in a raid done by the Inquisition suspecting them of harboring a werewolf. Unable to fulfill her heart's greatest wish the slain bride became an earthbound spirit, cursed forever to wander searching for her lost love.

Lah can't remember much of her former life, not even her real name. She's attached herself to Sonic, thoroughly believing he's her lost love returned to her to fulfill the vows they never could in life after he happened upon the ruins of the church that was long ago burned to the ground. She doesn't like the witch Amy Rose at all.

[antoinettedoodles]

The Twins and My Unlucky Pulls; A Thread

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months were all for his beautiful, blushing bride.