#ikerev sirius

[ana-thedaydreamer]

Revolution Trio ❤️💙💜

I wanted to include my cinnamon roll Harr because I miss him so much 😭🥺💜💜💜

[xxsycamore]

Finally, may I please have Sirius + 💋 - Demand for a kiss, right here, right now?

Thank you so much, Mo 💜 I can't wait to see what you come up with 😊

*usage of gendered terms (little lady/good girl)

[💋] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗…

SIRIUS:

"Right here? Right now?"

Sirius's perplexed face only sweetens the pot of your little gamble against everything that is sane and appropriate to ask of a high-command army person on duty in broad daylight. It's about just as inappropriate to ask this of Sirius Oswald, your lover, given how easily flustered he is despite his masterful composure, and given his penchant for keeping these things behind closed doors.

The combination of the two? You being dragged to the nearest storage room. Your lips captured by the Queen of Spades before you can actually believe he is doing this. One of his hands on your chin, holding it still while he ravishes your mouth, the other on your waist to remind of his gentleness. His tongue swirling around yours, leaving you gasping for air and clutching the lapels of his onyx uniform.

The kiss leaves you breathless, as you feel him hotly on your lips even when he withdraws to catch his breath, the temperature of the cramped room rising up from your heated endeavor.

Sirius looks mad. Too bad that he's also red-faced as hell, so it's hard to take him seriously...

"Now, may I ask just what was that about, little lady? You got me worried that something bad had happened and you sought comfort in me, even if in this... not-so-innocent way. But your face tells me you're simply up to no good. I don't want to deny you these things - when we can indulge ourselves - but you've given me no choice. At least until you prove to me that you can be a good girl."

∎Steal My Heart!! - xxsycamore’s 1500 followers celebration event| 💌 event masterlist

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: some mildly embarrassing things that have happened to you while a certain black army member was pining for you.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: currently meowing as i format this. man i wish i had a cat

ray finds himself showing off a lot more when he spars, pulling moves he wouldn’t normally pull and talking a lot more smack. when you cheer for him, his ego gets so high he starts really getting into it. the testosterone kicks in as he puffs his chest and totally destroys his opponent. he’s looking forward to that victory kiss, he’ll be even more smug about it.

luka thinks it’s embarrassing that he can think of nothing but you when he’s preparing meals. he makes your favorites far too often for it to be a coincidence, and of all the people who had to catch on first, it's seth. he won’t stop bugging luka whenever he’s in the kitchen, whether you're there or not, and he’s just about had enough of it.

fenrir is very proud of his skills with firearms, but those aren’t his only guns. he wishes you would notice him more when he flexes in front of you, rolling up his sleeves on the regular and lifting heavy things. it takes him pouting at you for you to finally look his way and offer up that sweet smile, telling him that of course he’s strong and that he never needed to prove that to you.

sirius isn’t used to being clumsy. in his defense, he also isn’t used to you coming up behind him and hugging him so sweetly, arms wrapping around his neck as you laugh in his ear. The watering can he was holding drops right on his foot and soaks his shoes, but he doesn’t hear your apologies over the ringing in his ears caused by his embarrassment over you.

most would argue that seth is usually embarrassing and that there’s no way he could sink lower. however, the entire army is proven wrong when he finds himself enraptured by you. he’s winking more than he ever has in his life, opening doors for you and pulling out chairs. you look so incredibly flustered and mildly uncomfortable with all the pampering and attention, but no matter how often sirius tells him to back off, he still manages to smother you.

[leonscape]

Sariel: Being a father figure to eight princes with mommy issues is hard.

Comte: Oh really? Try being the father figure of eleven, all from different places and time periods.

Sirius: Yeah? Trying being a father to a whole army, four of which call me old man.

Hideyoshi: Mitsuhide put that down! Wait! My Lord, that’s enough candy! Masamune get back here- wait! Not you too Keiji?! Mitsunari- Hey! Ieyasu stop doing that to Mitsunari. Where the hell is Ranmaru? SHIT WE LOST RANMARU-

Sariel, Sirius, Comte: Well I’m glad I’m not that guy. *sips tea/coffee*

[shatcey]

Purple eyes

I don't like purple eyes. They look wierd, and I know that this is the result of a mutation, and people with this eye color don't live long (heart problems). So… I cannot bring myself to get too attached to characters who are likely (most likely) to live less than me (I know how stupid that sounds).

So, NO to Sirius, Mozart, Mitsunari, Kanetsugu, Sariel… and I was even disturbed by the pink color of Isaac's eyes. I love them, but I just cannot let myself to relax with them, I cannot stop thinking about it… Speaking of fixation…

But…

It's so hard to follow my own rule when it comes to Yoshitsune…

He's so beautiful…

His soft smile makes me forget what I was thinking… And the way he expresses his thoughts and emotions is so breathtaking that I literally forget where I am right now. He's so captivating… and purple eyes perfectly blend into the whole design of the character so I totally forget about them...

(exhail)

And I don't wanna even think about what will happen when Ellis's and Jude's main routes are released… I was determined not to fell for them, but…

I'm just a weak person who can be easily convinced...

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[natimiles]

Just this whole scene

Black Army being Black Army. And Luka being kind of into Alice :')

God, I love the Black Army! Could it be because Sirius was my first route and I've been with them more than with the Red Army? Perhaps. But I still love them.

[ikemenscreenshotoftheday]

17/01 Sirius, dear, we are gonna need some more context. We can't read minds (surprisingly)

(The context)

[queen-dahlia]

All For Love: IkeRev Photoshoot

[itsdearlymia]

Exploring Ikerev CN server

I was looking for some very specific cards and decided to look for them in other servers - and got surprised about all the things in the CN Ikerev server! (These are no news but I wanted to share anyway)

All the characters are in the loading page 🤯 And there's a cute minigame 🤯x2 And you get prizes 🤯x3

How did I not know this before

[lusianarendraws]

Comte. No, Abel.

Your handsome face.

Those smoldering eyes.

Your gentle and kind personality.

Your cute blushing.

Your passionate love.

Your incredibly sexy body.

And just... You being you.

... Is why I'm slowly falling for the daddy type in Cybrid games.

YOU are the reason why I read and absolutely loved Shingen's route.

And YOU are the reason why I'm interested in Sirius and Jin.

And I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

But,

I love you for it. 🥰

[cherryxblossxms]

Evidence that Sirius prob has a praise kink, at least in regards to praising his partner

[ikerevedgar]

as I post this, I'm nearly completing Lukas's TTLG route. I'm gonna miss him and his silliness so much ><

Any suggestions on who's route I should pick next? Personally I'm leaning more towards Kyle, Fenrir, Oliver or just replaying Edgar's again...

[xxsycamore]

Hey friend! For the mlm prompts, if the free day prompt hasn't been taken yet, I'd like to request Sirius x Harr with a Teacher AU. If your feeling up to it, Lancelot can come play too, but he's not required if not.

Leave it to Krys to think up a good prompt for the free day!! Thank you so much for this, I still remember the cozy morning when I drafted this! Oh, Lancelot definitely can come play too.

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love creative challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Sirius x Harr x Lancelot

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫

When Sirius pushes open the door of the principal's office, the familiar intense aroma of rich black coffee flies to his nostrils and he already knows, for sure:

"Oh Harr, you're here too. Hello. And hello, Lance."

The blonde-haired man relaxes back in his office chair, putting down the document he's been reading through, offering a greeting back to Sirius just as Harr does. Still, a heavy sigh fills the room the very next second.

"Those brats just refuse to at least try and focus during this time of the year. Classes are turned to chaos."

Something is pushed into Sirius' hands, and he accepts it without thinking twice because of the risk of spilling its scorching contents. When he looks up, he finds a chaste but knowing smile on Harr's face.

"Here, take my cup. I'll make myself another. We drink it the same, after all."

It's no wonder that Harr sympathizes with him, not having it any easier on his end in Magic Crystal Usage class, especially considering the safety risk when presented with a room full of absent-minded students who are counting the days until the end of the school year.

"It's true, we drink it the same. Unlike a certain someone who prefers to put so many sugar cubes, we can take it to Mr. Ash's laboratory to study it for poison."

"Sirius, enough."

The widening smile on Sirius' face blooms into a short but hearty laughter that prevents him from taking the long-anticipated first sip - but even after he's ready to immerse himself in it, he finds another reason to pause.

"Lance, I'll show you how me and Harr sweeten our coffees without any health risks. Watch closely."

The hand that lands on Harr's cheek is warm and gentle when it turns him to face the taller man, and along with those words, it should be enough of a warning sign. Yet Harr's surprise manifests as a small gasp on the plush lips of Sirius when they clash into his, his mouth now agape and inviting for the seemingly innocent demonstration. It's all up to Sirius to take advantage of it or not, and his pent-up aggravation dictates a need to deepen the kiss. This time for the stress relief qualities it bears, not for the bitterness of his coffee.

"Indeed, why haven't I thought sooner of this?"

Lance's voice breaks through the haze, and his lovers only now realize that he got up from his chair and approached them. Sirius' hand remains on Harr's face, almost protectively, in stark contrast with the inviting look in his eyes.

"Now, don't steal my sugar. Find your own."

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[ikeromantic]

CinderAlice pt. 1

The winner of the IkeRev 1K AU story poll was Cinderella! Featuring the Black Army guys and Alice as Cinderella. Pt. 1/4

Alice felt a trembling excitement in her heart. Her eyes scanned the royal decree nailed to the lamppost just beyond the gates of her home. There would be a ball at the palace and all the citizens of Cradle were invited. That meant even her, she thought, and couldn’t stop a smile from spreading on her cheeks.

“You look happy.” 

The unexpected words surprised her and Alice gave a little jump. Turning, she saw Luka. He was just back from his early morning delivery run. A light sheen of sweat graced his brow and his patched work clothes were dusty. His gentle expression was turned to an apologetic frown.

“I didn’t mean to surprise you.” He looked away, his bright amber gaze skittering over the mostly empty street. “I thought you heard my come up.”

Alice always felt a little self-conscious around Luka. He was sweet but shy, and very pretty. He also worked hard - harder than almost anyone she knew. “It’s ok. I was spacing out. It’s just - did you see this?”

Luka nodded. “I saw Sir Godspeed putting them up around town.” He looked back at her, his gaze unexpectedly intense. “Are you going to go?”

“I -” Alice paused. The idea of a royal ball was wonderful. Beautiful people and clothes and good food, music and dancing. But that was for people with money and power, like her step-sisters. They would have pretty dresses and jewelry to wear. But Alice had just her work clothes, and a locket with a picture of her mother and father. “I wish.” She laughed it off and waved a hand toward the poster. “I don’t think parties like that are for me. I don’t even know what I would wear!”

Luka studied her expression. “So you would go if you had a nice dress?”

“Sure, I guess.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I have to get back inside before my stepmom notices how long it’s taking to put out the trash.” Alice took a step back toward the house. “It was good seeing you, Luka!”

He gave her a wave, his face solemn. “I’ll see you later, ok?”

“Yeah,” she grinned and headed back inside. Once home, all her good feelings faded quickly. There was tea to put on and breakfast to make for her step-sisters and step-mother. Then she had to slip upstairs while they ate to clean their rooms and make their beds and gather the day’s washing. 

On her way back downstairs, she could hear them chatting about the royal ball. Of course they’d heard about it by now. Anastasia, the eldest of the two, was already certain she would capture the eye of Prince Ray, while Drizella was of the opinion that this would be the perfect time to get close to Sir Godspeed, protector and friend to the prince. 

Alice sighed. She didn’t imagine either of them would be capturing anyone’s hearts. They were both too sharp and bitter, always ready with a cruel observation or a cutting remark. But they would get to go and probably have a great time while she would be stuck here at home, dreaming. 

“What are you sighing about, girl? Feeling sorry for yourself?” Lady Tremaine’s sharp voice brought Alice back to the immediate present. 

“N-no, my lady! I was only - that is, I was thinking - how nice it would be to get to go to the royal ball.” Alice swallowed, nervous. There was no choice but to be honest when the Lady asked a question.

Her step-mother frowned, the expression natural to her severe, gaunt face. “Really? I wouldn’t think you would be interested. But if you like, you can go of course. I won’t stop you. First, you’ll need to complete all your chores. I won’t have the house a mess because of your daydreaming.”

“Thank you, my lady!” Alice felt the first faint glow of hope, and a small smile crept to her lips. 

“And you’ll need to figure out what to wear. There isn’t money or time to get you a new gown, so you’ll have to make do.” Lady Tremaine gave her a cold smile bereft of any affection. “If you go dressed like that, it will only embarrass you.”

Alice nodded mutely and stood aside as her step-mother passed her in the hall. She wondered at moments like this what her father had loved in this woman. She couldn’t imagine it. But she could imagine the ways she might get a dress, even with no money. 

The rest of the day’s chores sped past, even with Druzilla and Anastasia adding more mess to the usual work load. Alice was in such a good mood, even their teasing couldn’t bring her down. By mid-afternoon, she was done with pretty much everything but dinner service and the Lady’s bath arrangements, but that left her plenty of time to run into town for her own little errand. 

She set off for the Central Quarter to make some trades for her dress. There was only about a week to the royal ball, which wasn’t much time. Alice stopped at a tailor’s shop and went around to the servant’s entrance in the back. She knew the workers here, and they liked her. She had helped them out a time or two with hem repairs and other stitchery - so when she asked for odds and ends, whatever scraps they had, they were happy to help.

Alice left there with a bag of fine cloth, enough for what she had in mind. Her next stop was a little rundown antique shop. Full of old items, many worn out or broken, and some that she wasn’t even sure what they were for. They knew Alice from when her father was alive, and were once frequent guests at the manor. Though the Lady Tremaine no longer welcomed them, they had a soft spot for Alice.

She explained what she needed, and came away with a whole jar of buttons, lace bits, and other odds and ends. Just the sort of pretty notions a fancy dress would need. Or, they would be once she shined them up a bit. 

Alice was turning the jar slowly as she walked, admiring all the pretty little things inside. But she wasn’t watching where she was going. One moment, she was moving forward, and the next, she was nose first, pressed against a broad, warm chest. Fine fabric, brass buttons, a sword at the hip, and a pair of polished boots. Her mind took inventory as she scrambled back, already apologizing.

The man in front of her was tall, with large, violet eyes and a soft, wise smile. “Don’t look so worried, little lady. You didn’t do me any damage.” He bent down to look at her more closely. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yes?” He was very handsome, she realized, and also definitely not a commoner or even a merchant. “I’m really really sorry I bumped into you.”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention either.” He grinned and straightened. “In fact, it’s probably mostly my fault. Why don’t you let me buy us a tea to make it up to you? There’s a sweet shop just around the corner that’s supposed to be very good. And I’m told there’s no better way to apologize than a warm drink and something sweet.”

Alice blinked. Had this gorgeous stranger just asked her out to tea? She looked down, a slight flush in her cheeks. “Umm. Thank you but no. I have to get home and make dinner.” Which was true. She’d taken a little longer than she meant to at the antique shop and if she didn’t hurry, she’d have hangry step-sisters to deal with. 

The man sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Alright little lady, I won’t keep you. But - if you change your mind, stop by where I work, hm? Just ask for Sirius. I’d like to apologize properly. Besides, it’s not everyday I nearly run over a beautiful girl.” He jotted an address down on a scrap of paper and slipped it into her bag.

“Thanks,” Alice stepped away. His smile made her heart do funny things in her chest and she wasn’t at all sure if she liked it. Besides, if she stuck around he would definitely notice her blushing and that would be so embarrassing. “It was nice to meet you. Bye!” She hurried off before he could do anything else that would make her feel even more awkward. 

Once home, she stashed her bags and forgot all about the man and his note in the chaos of supper preparation. Anastasia was gluten-free and Druzilla didn’t eat meat, and Lady Tremaine required a broth and fresh bread at every meal. Alice ate whatever was left over from their plates and wasn’t picky about it. 

She still remembered the one time she’d set herself a plate. Just a bit after her father died, and their first family meal without him. Alice just assumed she would be included as usual. The ensuing humiliation clarified her place in the family now though. Servant, unseen and unheard, out of the way. Not a sister nor a daughter. She was no one. The girl that slept in the kitchens. 

It didn’t bother her anymore, not really. That was what she told herself, anyway.

Alice was exhausted by the time she finished emptying the water from Lady Tremaine’s after dinner bath. She didn’t feel much like working on anything, but her imagination spurred her on. The royal ball would be like nothing else. And she would be there, in the dress she made. 

The cloth she had was off-casts, the ends of fabric rolls, and badly cut swaths. Different colors and textures and patterns. A rich panoply of cloth that Alice could visualize in the dress she wanted. It was difficult work to cut and pin, to piece the skirt and bodice together from this random assortment of velvets and silks. But she managed. 

Every day for the next week, she spent any spare moment stitching. Every night, she stayed up as late as she could. She polished the best of the notions from the jar, silver buttons and little paste gems, even a set of tiny bells for the hem. Alice wasn’t entirely sure it would all come together, with so many layers and panels, but it did. 

The dress featured a slow fade from the bright center panel at the front, to a dark central panel at the back. The mismatched patterns were brought together with embroidery, and set with paste gems. And the silver buttons made a beautiful closure for the bodice. One she could do up herself, as she would need to. Alice tried it on. The silk felt so different against her skin after years of wearing rough-spun linen and cotton. 

She couldn’t suppress a laugh as she spun, making the skirt flare out around her legs. The tiny bells made soft music with every motion, only adding to the magical feeling of wearing something that made her feel beautiful. This would be the perfect dress for the royal ball. No one else would have anything like it. And just in time too. Tomorrow was the royal ball and she wouldn’t have time to get ready and finish sewing. 

The next morning, she hurried out to tell Luka her good news. She knew he would be happy for her, and she was too full of joy not to tell someone. Alice caught him just as he was heading out to his second job. “Luka!” She waved him over.

“You look even happier than you did last week.” He smiled at her and then looked down, shuffling his feet. 

“I am! I finished my dress!”

“So . . . you’re going to that royal ball?” Luka raised his head just enough to see her nod affirmation. He sighed. “I heard it’s just so the prince can find his lady love. All the women in Cradle are going on about it.” He let out another long sigh. “I guess you want to marry a prince too?”

Alice frowned. “Nope. I don’t care about that. I just want to go dance and hear the music and see all the pretty decorations. And I want to look beautiful for a night too!”

“You’re always . . . pretty.” Luka’s ears were bright red. The rest of his face was hard to see as he looked down and his hair fell over it. 

She felt as if her breath left her at that unexpected compliment. She’d known Luka for years and he’d never said anything like that. “Th-thanks.”

He glanced up and his cheeks were flushed. There was some unreadable depth to his amber gaze that Alice was afraid to search. “I thought . . . you might . . .” Luka murmured something she could not hear. And before she could respond, he shoved something into her hands and hurried away.

“Hey! Luka! Wait! What is this?” Alice tried to get him to stop but he was nearly running. She looked down at what he’d handed her. A small, wooden box. Alice opened it and nearly dropped it. A pair of tiny earrings lay inside. The delicate metalwork held two tiny stones that matched the color of her eyes perfectly. 

Alice took a trembling breath. She hadn’t expected a gift, much less something like this. Had he meant for her to wear them to the ball? She wasn’t sure, but she decided she would - and then she would give them back. It was too expensive to accept, especially when she knew the long hours and hard work he put in to live on his own. There was no way he could just buy something like this. It was too much, and it made her chest feel tight and hot to think about what he must have done to give this to her.

She tucked the box into an inner pocket under her apron and went back inside. 

The manor was buzzing with activity. After breakfast, there were seamstresses and tailors, shoe fitters, and jewelers in and out of the manor all day. The final fittings and accoutrement for Anastasia and Druzilla. Alice could only admire their lovely ball gowns and jewelry. Stones worth more than the whole manor hung around their necks and gems decorated their hands and ears and hair. 

She did her best to stay out of the way, the quiet and efficient maid she was expected to be. But her step-sisters kept summoning her to them for one thing or another. “Fetch my shawl.” “Bring the other petticoat.” “Get my slippers.” “I want a bite to eat.” “Get me a glass of wine.” 

Of course, Alice knew the real reason for it. She hadn’t told them she made a dress or that she would be going to the ball. And they wanted to show off in front of her. To taunt her with all of the things she could have, if only she wasn’t her father’s daughter. It hurt, more than she cared to admit. But this was hardly the first time and it would not be the last. The Lady Tremaine spared no expense for her daughters. 

She was in the middle of pouring a chilled white wine for Druzilla when the lady herself swept in to inspect the proceedings. The shoe-fitter had only just left, and no doubt Lady Tremaine wanted to see the results. Two pair of perfectly fitted, perfectly matched shoes sat on little pedestals. Bejeweled and shining, with gold filigree and thread of silver. 

“Hm. These might do,” Lady Tremaine gave them a haughty gaze. “Though I dare say he’s done better work.” 

That was the moment Alice noted what the lady held. An all too familiar bit of embroidery poked from the folds of a colorful silk ballgown, but there was something wrong with it. The colorful panels were smeared and stained as if -

“I found this cleaning cloth in your room, Alice. How often must I tell you to clean the rags or dispose of them when they are beyond use?” The lady’s gaze snapped to Alice in the same moment, a sour smile at the corners of her thin lips. She shook out the dress, displaying the damage as if proud of it.

The embroidery was torn and coming undone. Paste gems hung from their stitching or were missing entirely. Several of the panels were coming apart at the seams, with tangles of thread exposed. And the whole thing looked as if it had been shoved into a chimney and pulled through. 

Anastasia’s eyes lighted on it and a fierce wicked flame lit her from within. “What an awful mess that rag is!” She grabbed a sleeve and tore it off. “Was this meant to be a dress? For a cinder-ball?”

Druzilla laughed. “I don’t think even a street urchin would be caught dead in that.” She tore off a gem and crushed it under heel. “Cheap paste. I think even the servants at the palace wear better.” 

“Indeed. This is just a filthy rag.” Lady Tremaine tore the gown, ripping it from seam to seam so that the little silver buttons popped off and rolled about the room. “Throw it in the garbage bin. Unless - Alice, did you have something to say?”

Tears stung her eyes, but there was no way she would let them fall. Not in front of her step-mother. Her heart hurt to see her beautiful creation decimated in moments by cruel hands, but what could she say? ‘No, stop! I am wearing that to the ball?’ It was ruined. And there wasn’t time to even try to repair it. “I- I’ll toss it out right now, my lady.” Her voice was soft, muted. Holding back the rage and disappointment, hiding it under the subservient face Lady Tremaine expected.

“Excellent.” Her step-mother handed Alice the dress and watched her go. Just at the door, the lady called out. “Oh, my dear, I almost forgot to ask. Did you manage to find something to wear for the ball?”

“No, my lady.” Alice bowed her head.

“It’s just as well,” Druzilla remarked. “What would you even do there? Bore them with stories of dusty curtains? Or regal them with recipes for roast duck?”

Anastasia nodded enthusiastically. “I’m sure the royal court would be enamored. Tales from the maid! Can you imagine! I almost want to drag her along so we can watch her humiliate herself.”

“Now girls,” Lady Tremaine’s voice cracked across the room, sharp and cold as ice. “Let’s not be cruel. There is nothing wrong with being a maid. The girl knows her place. And you should know yours. Try to act like a proper lady or it won’t matter how nice a gown I’ve dressed you in.”

“Yes, mother,” both girls replied sulkily. 

Alice was too far down the hall to hear more, and she didn’t want to anyway. Her heart felt as if it was breaking into a thousand pieces. It was so stupid. The whole thing. To think she might get to go to a royal ball . . . to imagine having anything nice. That wasn’t the life she was fated for. No, she’d slave away under Lady Tremaine until her step-mother died. And then she would work for Druzilla, or perhaps Anastasia, until her time came too. That was it. That was all. 

She imagined running away sometimes. Making a life for herself. Working three jobs didn’t seem so bad, and if it was for someone other than Lady Tremaine, it would probably be better. But she was afraid. Cradle could be a dangerous place for a girl on her own. And Alice wasn’t at all sure where she would run to, or how to even start a life. Where to sleep, what to eat,how to find work . . . 

No, this was it, and it was best she accept it. Alice made her way to her room and lay down, silent sobs shaking her shoulders as she cried away her hopes and dreams. She held the remains of her dress in her arms and let her tears soak the silk. 

Part 2

[shatcey]

It feels like I'm not paying enough attention to Ikerev. And this is quite expected. I started playing it when the devs stopped creating new content and the game was stuck in stasis mode. So… I never played events and didn't get much attached to any character. But out of stubbornness I continue to play. Why? Don't have the slightest idea. Probably in order to find something at least a little interesting. I guess I'm a masochist.

Ok. Today I wanted to show the slightly strange logic of my beloved Sirius. He's a pretty jealous type, if you didn't know. I still wish I could read Lancelot's letter that fired him up so much in the romantic ending… Oh, well…

Through the looking glass route.

Then Levie undeniably declared that Alice belonged to him, Sirius was just make a joke.

But if anyone he knows shows even the slightest interest, he instantly becomes angry.

Especially with Dum.

I understood… he is undoubtedly handsome, but she is literally seeing him for the second time…

Even Mousse makes him jealous

This guy has pretty eyes, but on Sirius's route, this is their first meeting… Okay, Dum cannot be trusted, but what did Mousse do to him? He's always asleep.

When he was so insistent on sending Alice home, she dumped him to stay in the Cradle. Don't ask me where the logic is. It's like saying... we're done and you don't feel anything for me anymore and you won't care about me anymore. Yes, little Alice, that's how it works. Back on topic... So she wanted to stay in the same world he was in just two weeks ago... and he asks this question.

Now I understand why the two of you're together. Same strange logic…

I still really like Sirius, despite his habit of repeating certain phrases over and over again, despite his complete inability to share burdens and his tendency to have absolute control over loved ones. A dictator, but very cute one, with an incredibly beautiful voice.

[ikemenscreenshotoftheday]

29/03 He is ONLY THIRTY, Seth.