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twst food culture compilation

Please note: this post does NOT include all food-related lore in TWST (for example, you won’t find a lot of information about individual characters’ food preferences or personal experiences with food here). This post ONLY talks about the food culture, notable locations, cultural dishes, and unique foods of the Twisted Wonderland world at large (ie countries, specific towns and cities, etc).

I did my best to scour for info, but I’ll update if I find anything new or details I missed the first time around.

General and/or Unspecified Location

Icicle mushrooms are one of Twisted Wonderland’s three greatest delicacies. They are extremely rare and expensive.

There is a seasoning called “pure azure salt”, which is said to be rare, even in the Coral Sea.

Twisted Wonderland has a fruit called ruby berries (which taste “like freshly picked strawberries”).

There is frozen mint with a “refreshing profile” that grows in icy mountainous areas.

There exists Walrus-brand oyster sauce. Trey uses this to cook hamburger steak for his younger siblings. He says the oyster sauce provides a "nice savory flavor" with considerable depth. Trey also jokes about adding it to chestnut tarts in book 1.

There are mentions of irl Japanese foods such as konjac and takoyaki, but so far no place of origin in Twisted Wonderland has been sited.

Like in the real world, celebrities like Vil and Neige are used to promote products (including food and drink) in commercials, on social media platforms, etc. For example, in book 5, we see Neige advertising Red Apple Soda and Vil using his Magicam account to promote the apple juice made by Epel's family.

There's a popular dish called "pumpkin carriage stew". The insides of a pumpkin are scooped out and the shell is filled with a creamy stew, which made it difficult to carry over to tables. It would sell out every day at the cafe Ruggie used to work at.

Some restaurants call their spaghetti with meatballs "starry night spaghetti", named after the tale of two dogs who shared a spaghetti kiss under a starry sky. It is said that sharing spaghetti with meatballs with someone outside would lead to true love.

Hunting is sport as well as something done for food.

Crowley goes on vacation “to the South” and reports to enjoy mango and mango-flavored products from there. He also brings back manga tea as a souvenir.

Briar Valley

General

Cotton candy is a classic snack food sold at Briar Valley food stalls. The way it is prepared resembles spinning threads, which is considered a blessed occupation (as there was a period in Briar Valley's history when no one was able to spin thread, so some clever individual tinkered around and made cotton candy instead).

In the battlefield (~400 years ago, during the human-fae war), soldiers would roast rats and lizards to eat if they didn't have rations or other ingredients.

There is little in the way of modern technology and electricity; typically, one would prepare dishes and/or collect ingredients by hand (such as via fishing) or by using magic.

Magic is used to light fires for cooking. There is little risk for fire accidents since magical fires automatically go out when you go to sleep.

Because Briar Valley is located to the north, it can get very chilly. When the snow melts, it turns into very cold freshwater.

According to Lilia, “berries are a must-have, especially at birthdays parties” in Briar Valley. They are famous for its berry juice.

The forest where Silver and Lilia live has strawberries. Silver picks them with his animal companions.

Coral Sea

General

According to Jade, there are no fires in the Coral Sea. Therefore, most of the food consumed is raw.

A month-long land boot camp first established by a mermaid princess that married a human prince teaches merpeople fire safety and how to eat food as part of its curriculum.

It's rare for merfolk to eat anything sweet, as those kinds of foods aren't readily avaliable in the sea.

The Atlantica Memorial Museum has the mermaid princess's "silver hair comb" on display. This, of course, refers to the "dinglehopper"--a common fork. This implies that merpeople (such as the mermaid princess referenced in many stories) fused to be unaware of the eating utensils on land.

Azul's mother owns the "hottest restaurant" in the Coral Sea. It started off as a small place, but has since expanded to have a large staff.

Couples from the Coral Sea frequently request rainbow dessert soup with trident cookies for their weddings. To eat it, you use the trident cookie to stir the sweet sky-blue soup, which then turns the soup into seven colors of the rainbow. This is a dish that is only served for special occasions in the Coral Sea, and it is typically served warm.

Jade says that he was surprised to see that many land dwellers eat their fruit without the peel; this would imply that those from the Coral Sea typically eat their foods with the skin/peel left on, or as-is.

Playful Land Amusement Park

All food and drink are handed out for free.

They serve food in large quantities, such as tuna, entire tart cherry pies (with cinnamon, clove, and crushed nuts in the filling) and a whole peppery roasted chicken. The park encourages consuming in excess.

Other food items being offered include fried tuna fish and sparkling apple juice. The juice comes with an umbrella stuck in the opening to prevent bugs from getting in. You remove it before drinking.

They have ice-cream in many flavors! We see strawberry milk in the related event.

The park had candy and popcorn in “apple core” flavor. Supposedly, this is a taste inspired by the story of the Generous Fox giving a Puppet Boy an apple core instead of a whole apple because “the puppet wished to have a core”.

There is a “Candy Road”, a street lined with shops that have caramel lollipops, chewy candy, marshmallows, cookies, chocolate crunch, and lots of other sugary treats!

Their chocolate crunch has 12 different charms thrown in.

The third most popular souvenir are pasta snacks in the shape of the Friendly Fox and Gentle Cat. The second most popular is a tin of plain cookies in the shape of the Friendly Fox and cocoa cookies in the shape of the Gentle Cat. Finally, the most popular are apple core flavored candies!

Sage's Island

Night Raven College

Pomefiore holds a welcome party for the freshmen, which includes a fancy dinner. Savanaclaw does not hold a welcome party.

Scarabia regularly holds banquets, typically at Kalim's request.

Heartslabyul holds "unbirthday parties" whenever it is a day that does NOT fall on a Heartslabyul student's birthday. Sweets are mandatory at unbirthday parties.

The dorm members of Scarabia and Heartslabyul pitch in to prepare for banquets and unbirthday parties.

Mr. S's Mystery Shop stocks food items, such as candies (which Floyd often buys), tuna cans, and ingredients for baking (this is where Deuce and Yuu pick up things for the chestnut tart in book 1). Sam also sells food items that he seems to have made himself, like the Mystery Drink (which Octavinelle eventually buys the rights to).

The school cafeteria is said to have delicious breads.

Students can use the school kitchens outside of normal serving hours; Ruggie and Jamil sometimes do this, but they also have their own dormitory kitchens to cook.

Once a month, a famous bakery from out of town serves their goods at NRC. Their stock includes items such as chocolate croissants, egg sandwiches, yakisoba bread and cream bread ("cronuts and bear claws"), roast beef sandwiches, red bean buns ("hot dog buns"), and deluxe minced cutlet sandwiches ("deluxe ham and cheese"/"grilled cheese" in the localization). They sell out fast!

The school library includes recipes books. Some recipes include spicy curry soup, red pepper and tomato soup, and garlic pork habanero soup.

Basic school lunches are free to all students, but they must pay for changes or extra items.

The cafeteria at NRC serves food buffet style; the cafeteria is kept warm with magic from fire fairies which are supplied with dry firewood every day. There is also a rotating daily menu.

Master Chef ("Culinary Crucible") is an elective course at NRC that teaches students how to cook. It is meant to curb the expenses related to eating out and to help the boys maintain balanced diets and learn how to take care of themselves. Judges for this course are randomly selected from the students and staff (prior to this methodology, people would bribe the judges for extra credit).

While taking Master Chef, students help with preparing meals in the cafeteria in exchange for part-time pay.

The instructors for Master Chef are ghosts who were professional chefs at five-star restaurants when they were alive. These same ghosts also serve as cafeterias staff. Crowley says it was difficult but worthwhile to recruit them.

There are various locations on campus where the students go to fetch ingredients for Master Chef. This includes an on-campus farm, ranch, windmill... and even the dormitories themselves!

The woods behind the campus have chestnuts, which the main crew collect for an apology tart to Riddle.

The Botanical Garden has some edible plants growing there. These include strawberries, which the Science Club cultivates.

NRC opens its school gates to the local townspeople for a period leading up to Halloween; during this time, they distribute candy and other sweets (such as Sam's waffles, served with jam made from NRC's apples) to guests. There's also a party on Halloween night where lots of food is served.

Mostro Lounge

Octainvelle has the Mostro Lounge, described by Jade as "a meeting place for gentlemen" where fighting between dorms is prohibited. While dining there, students are expected to abide by Octavinelle's rules. It is run by the manager and founder, Azul, who made a deal with the headmaster to get the rights to open the establishment. NRC gets 10% of the revenue the Mostro Lounge makes.

Jade and Floyd partake in some cooking, but Azul does very little cooking. He tends to investigate the competition and market.

Jade uses the weeds and plants he collects from mountain hikes to brew experimental new teas. Sometimes Azul adds these drinks to the menu.

Floyd likes to experiment with making sauces. These, too, are featured in the lounge.

The lounge offers cakes with coral decorations. You can order one for your special occasions.

The Mostro Lounge is particular about its quality name-brand dishware. Azul believes that this will boost the experience customers have in the lounge.

The Octatrio bought the rights to the Mystery Drink from Sam and raised its price from 600 madol/6 thaumarks to 1500 madol/15 thaumarks.

The Mostro Lounge has a one-drink purchase minimum.

Menu items range from roughly 600 madol to 1500 madol (6 thaumarks to 15 thaumarks).

The menu rotates on a seasonal basis; this helps to cut down on costs since they can focus on cheaper in-season ingredients.

The Mostro Lounge also operates food stalls and/or sells food at many school events, such as the cultural festival in book 5 and the interdorm magical shift/spelldrive tournament in book 2.

It is mostly Octavinelle students who staff the Mostro Lounge, but there are occasions when outside students are brought in as extra help. Ruggie has worked there part-time, as well as Jack, Ace, Deuce, and tons of other students.

Unbirthday Party Rules (related to food)

Rule 25: There must be a tea party on the 5th of every month.

Rule 29: You must not eat the Queen's tarts without her permission.

Rule 153: The only tea you may drink in the evenings is herbal tea.

Rule 186: Do not eat hamburger steak on Tuesdays.

Rule 256: You must not drink lemonade with honey past 8 pm.

Rule 271: You must get up from the table within 15 minutes after eating lunch.

Rule 339: Your post-meal tea must be lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes.

Rule 529: If you eat steak on the night of a full moon, a cat must play the violin afterwards.

Rule 562: Do not bring chestnut tarts to an unbirthday party.

Rule 648: You must brush your teeth 2 times on nights when you eat turkey.

Rule 703: Whoever comes in 2nd place in a croquet match must serve tea to the Queen (dorm leader) the next day.

If the dormouse wakes up at an unbirthday party, you are to paint its nose with jam.

Coffee is forbidden; tea must be served at all occasions except for birthdays.

According to Cater, sweets are mandatory at unbirthday parties.

Dwarves' Mine & Silent Woods

There is an abundance of wildlife in these areas; Jade often goes hiking and foraging, making note of what he finds. He uses the plants to make his own tea blends (which are sometimes added to the Mostro Lounge's menu) and the herbs, plants, and mushrooms to experiment with in cooking.

There are fish to be found at the lake, including massive catfish.

The Foothill Town

There is a port for mainly cargo ships located at the southwest part of town. It's called Crane Port! The east side has a port as well, but that one is moreso for passengers. Crane Port has been getting fewer and fewer people passing through lately (until Port Breeze Fest, in which the NRC boys run food stalls and help to revive business in the area). Group A makes churros, Group B makes waffles, Group C makes salads, Group D makes cotton candy, and Group E makes clam chowder.

A popular restaurant in the Crane Port area serves foods like french fries and burgers. Their signature menu item is a donut made from potatoes. Actually, this restaurant specializes in potato dishes!

There is a chain restaurant on the island that also has locations elsewhere, including in Ace's hometown. He mentions that there are slightly different flavors to the sauces depending on which location you go to. This chain is also described as affordable for students and gives free refills. There is a location of this chain a car ride away from Harveston.

The town also has other eateries that are more geared towards students, seeing as it exists on an island with two notable magic schools to the north and the south. Cater often mentions going into town to take pictures at cafes.

The town has a public market; the Ramshackle Ghosts resell mandrakes there.

There is a famous patisserie there. You have to line up early in the morning before opening time to get your hands on one of their strawberry tarts (or anything, really!).

There is a stall in the marketplace that sells specialty coffee. They also have a tea which Crewel enjoys (though he also brews his own).

Scalding Sands

General

The Scalding Sands seems to borrow heavily from Middle Eastern cultures. For example, some of the Scalding Sands’ traditional dishes include, but are not limited to: roasted lamb, moussaka, döner kebabs, shawarma, flatbreads, potato and bean spreads, and seafood sautés.

Tea is a popular beverage; it is had at every meal and break. People can drink up to 10 cups of tea a day!

The Scalding Sands specializes in black tea. For entertaining guests, special tea leaves are used.

In the Scalding Sands, they brew their tea leaves loose and without an infuser. This makes the tea very strong and bitter. To counteract the powerful flavor, people add lots of sugar to their tea and drink it with sweets.

“Luxurious” tea is very sweet, since sugar was once very expensive (due to a shortage of it, according to the localization) and considered a luxury.

Due to the hot weather, people often toss herbs into their tea to make it more refreshing to drink.

Coffee is also popular; there are many cafes that serve coffee and tea. The Scalding Sands is known in particular for their spiced coffee, which has a very distinctive flavor. This coffee is brewed without a filter, and some cafes do “coffee divinations” (reading the shapes and patterns of the grounds and the water droplets that remain after drinking to tell the fortunes of customers).

There are a lot of unique spices in their dishes. This is especially true of banquet dishes. However, a variety of dishes are still served at these occasions.

Kalim describes the Scalding Sands as being “big on stewed stuff” like curries.

In Kalim’s hometown, people love to gather around the table and talk over a meal.

Halloween in the Scalding Sands is celebrated by feasting on a variety of dishes. The idea is that the food must be abundant so that the ghosts that return to the world of the living for the night may also have their fill.

It used to be difficult for the people of the Scalding Sands to obtain water due to the lack of rainfall, hot climate, and expansive desserts. However, Kalim’s ancestors utilized the country’s rivers to reach other countries and to trade their textiles, spices, tea leaves, and other local goods with foreign lands. It was particularly impressive at the time, as they were the first traders from the Scalding Sands to sail (back then, accurate nautical maps were not a thing). This maritime pioneering is what would make the Asim family their massive fortune.

The Asims and other merchants heavily invested in technologies and innovations to make the area more sustainable and potable water more accessible.

The waterways of the country eventually developed into canals and communities formed around them as trade hubs. The canals are also used to host ferryboats for locals and tourists to sightsee, boosting the tourism industry. This also made access to water much easier for the residents, and the water helps to cool the temperature.

Silk City

The bazaars in Silk City are where locals do their shopping for various goods and staple foods like vegetables and fish. There are also stalls with gourmet food that cater to tourists.

Camel Bazaar is named after camels, which were used to transport people, goods, and luggage before Silk City’s canals and roads came to be. There also used to be an oasis where the camels would rest and drink after long treks; this oasis became a center for commerce and eventually evolved into a marketplace. To this day, the name “Camel” has stuck, even if people use trucks, ships, and cars more than camels.

There is also Zahab (”Gold”) Market, which is popular with tourists for shopping (especially for souvenirs!) but also has swindlers and pickpockets mixed in with regular customers.

Many snacks are sold! There’s camel milk chocolate, cookies drizzled in syrup, sunflower seeds, pistachios, chickpeas, all kinds of nuts, dried fruits (including dates), jams, jellies, syrups, starfruit, dragonfruit, etc. 

(Lamb) shawarma is described as meat roasted on a spit and served on baguettes or pita bread. Because grease drips off while it cooks, it is “surprisingly healthier” than one expects it to be. Shawarma is also customarily served with vegetables (tomatoes, onions, olives, jalapenos, etc.) and sauces (yogurt, garlic, chili, hummus (a paste of garlic and chickpeas), mayo basil, etc).

There is a vendor that can supply large quantities of sweet and refreshing coconut water; this is because they’re used to providing for Kalim’s extravagant and excessive tastes. They create a hole in the top and provide straws to poke in and use to drink the water. The coconut flesh inside is also edible.

There are a lot of bread stalls; bread is also another staple food, and it comes in many sizes, shapes, and textures. Small roadside bakeries have wood-fired ovens which allow them to serve bread fresh to customers.

One stand sells baguettes that are taller than many children; these “tower baguettes” are a famous Fireworks Festival treat. People say that if you eat a big one, you’ll never go hungry again! The saying comes from a story of a young man that shared bread with hungry children. It’s because of that story that baguettes are considered a good luck food that many vendors sell on holidays.

The Camel Bazaar sells an elastic ice-cream (based on a similar irl frozen Turkish confection). It is kneaded on a pole and stretched out; customers are meant to “catch” it in their cups and cones. It’s food performance art! All the stretching makes the texture very unique.

There’s a fruit stand that is only open on festival days which sells a Silk Melon sundae; the fruit is hollowed out to host ice-cream (of the same melon flavor!) and toppings which make it very photogenic.

Starfruit is usually put in salads, according to Trey.

The dragonfruit sold is recommended to be eaten with honey. You drizzle it on top of a slice and eat!

Silk City’s signature fruit is the Silk Melon. It is called that because of its silky texture and sophisticated sweetness. It can’t be found in many other countries. The man of legend that shared his bread with a starving child is said to split a melon with his friend, even though he did not have much money to spare. It’s because of this tale that people started saying if you share Silk Melon with someone, it would make your friendship or romance last forever. Now the fruit is a festival staple and considered a symbol of good fortune.

In the past, water was only used for irrigation due to its scarcity. Some gave up on farming after years of trying to produce crops and failing—but others refused to give up and cultivated the land to made it fertile, something which future generations would reap the benefits of.

The fruits and veggies sold Camel Bazaar are freshly picked and grown locally. Jamil says this is possible because the arid climate actually helps with growing crops of high quality. Produce raised with less water concentrates flavor since the final fruit will have a higher sugar content. Because of this, Silk City’s produce is prized by chefs all over Twisted Wonderland. Of course, you can get them at an affordable prize in Camel Bazaar!

Shaftlands

General

The Shaftlands are famous for its jeweled pineapples.

The Shaftlands spans a large area of land and has drastically different climates depending on the part of it you're looking at. Therefore, we can deduce that foods and customs surrounding food are very different as well.

City of Flowers/Fleur City

The city’s food culture seems to be inspired by real world Paris, or at the very least, France.

Bread is a local specialty, particularly very buttery kinds. As you walk down the streets, you can smell bread baking. The City of Flowers has 10x (or more) the variety of bread that Sage's Island offers, and has an abundance of bakeries too.

Bread-making is popular in the City of Flowers. The windmills at the edges of the city grind grains to produce fresh flour. There are also watermills powered by the Soleil River to assist with making flour.

Because wheat is plentiful in this area, some of it is also used for desserts. One such confection is financier, which is made from a combination of wheat flour, almond flour, and butter. It resembles a gold bar, so eating one is said to bring financial prosperity.

Lately, gluten-free desserts have been trendy.

A dessert that does not use wheat flour is macarons. In the City of Flowers, they are yellow and shaped like bells to honor the Bell of Salvation which oversees the community and provides magic that helps rare plants grow in the area. The filling is a ganache with dried bits of grapes and apples.

Grape juice is popular in the City of Flowers, as the fruit is another specialty. You can buy the grapes raw and eat them as is, or ask a vendor to crush it (skin still on!) into juice for you. Some buy the grapes to give as gifts!

The grapes are grown in vineyards right outside of the city, and the farmers are constantly experimenting to improve their breeds. They taste very rich, tangy, and sweet.

The City of Flowers is also known for its many specialty cheese shops. Together, bread and cheese are called the staple foods of the city, and are sometimes eaten together. One specialty cheese shop the boys visit sells baguettes topped with ham and rich melted cheese.

The city considers goats a symbol of good luck, so they are treated with care. There are many community goats (which are just as common as domesticated cats or dogs) allowed to roam freely in the city. It is said that if you treat the community goats with kindness, they will come rescue you in your time of need.

Goat milk is used in some of the specialty cheeses produced by the city. The grapes mentioned earlier are also made into fruit compotes to go with the cheeses.

Harveston

This village has many dishes that borrow from a mixture of irl Nordic cultures. There’s also an emphasis on having hometown pride and the community itself being very close.

Crows often damage the apples Harveston grows. The community comes together to put up nets and make noises to scare them off.

As expected, many of Harveston's dishes feature apples: apple pie, grilled and roasted apples, apple salad, apple pound cakes, etc.

Epel's family has an apple orchard that has been in the family for generations. They grow different kinds of apples throughout the year. Many of his neighbors are older people who also raise produce, and they help each other out when they're short on hands. The community is very tightly knit because of this, and treat each other like extended family.

Harvest season (autumn) is the busiest time of year; once that's over, everyone comes together to have a party. It's a potluck style celebration where everyone brings a homemade dish or homegrown food to share.

Harveston preserves its produce (such as apples and wild greens) by pickling them and serving them in salads. The bright colors are maintained by boiling the produce in a copper pot, which stabilizes the pigments. It's wisdom passed down from generation to generation.

There is also pickled herring, traditionally eaten on bread. Brining preserves the fish while it is still raw and doesn't dry it up. It's ready to eat right out of a jar, no cooking required.

The local stew is not very thick. It tastes sweet because of the added vegetables and savory because of the tender meat in it. There is also a salmon broth sprinkled with herbs which is described as "melty".

Fruits and vegetables can be packed in snow to keep them preserved. This method is called “snow aging” and prevents evaporation. In the old days, the villagers would build whole farms out of snow. In modern day, they just shovel the snow into a barn. This creates a natural fridge that will naturally thaw in the summers. Snow aging in this manner makes the produce sweeter and more nutritious.

The next town over is a three-hour bike ride. The roadside has many apple trees you can enjoy during the trip.

You can easily pick apples off the branch and eat them fresh! Farmers can snack on apples while picking.

Harveston is surrounded by tall mountains that are snow-capped all year, the most famous one being Mt. Moln. The greenery around Harveston is due to the spring water irrigation which runs down from Mt. Moln.

Most of Harveston’s land is used for orchards, and apples are their main produce. They also make many products using those apples like chips, rice crackers, and cookies.

Fall apples are sweeter, while winter ones are more sour. Winter apples are unique to Harveston.

Harveston also grows a lot of garlic.

Harveston farming is done the old fashioned way, as the predominantly older population distrusts chemical fertilizers and biotechnology.

Some villagers like the mayor and Marja (Epel’s grandma) adjust their accent to communicate with people from outside the village. Marja says she switches up when she’s selling goods in another town, since it can be tricky for non-Harveston locals to understand.

Hand washing before eating is a must! They take the act very seriously in Harveston. Stories say the miners of the past used to get very sick due to poor hygiene, but their health improved drastically once they started washing regularly with soap and water. It was difficult for them to get treatment because the town is so remote and far from hospitals or doctors, so the best thing is stressing prevention. This why the townspeople are sticklers about hand washing now.

To wash the Harveston way, you plunge your hands into ice cold water and make it all foamy with soap. You also scoop the water up and splash your face as well (as the miners from the past would also do this).

Apple Square is the main festival venue; it has many vendor stalls in an area called Kokko (which means “Bonfire”) Market. The Sledathon is the most lucrative time of year for the townsfolk.

Many of their products are made locally by the older folks in town. The goods aren’t trendy or very fancy, but they’re high-quality and made with Harveston pride.

The stalls give apple juice, apple tea (which has fruit pieces floating in it), and apple ginger tea for free. The apple juice is one of Harveston’s most popular products.

Giant five-meter apple pies are made for the Sledathon. They’re considered one of the main attractions, and you can get a slice from them free of charge.

There are other stalls that sell regular apple pie too. Every vendor has their own style, from the apples used to the crust and baking technique.

There are other kinds of fruit pies for sale, but apples are the most popular and “special” ones. The Beautiful Queen had a preference for apple pies, so the townspeople do too.

Harveston apple pies have such an entrancing flavor that the nearest city has stores that stock them. Critics say that Harveston apple pies make anyone drool and that the best way to convince someone to do you a favor is to gift one.

Harveston holds an apple competition to find the reddest apple. This is because the Beautiful Queen prized beautifully red apples. In the past, the townspeople would offer the reddest apple from the season’s harvest to the Beautiful Queen. Over time, it evolved into the apple competition.

Kokko Market makes pancake balls from a flour batter and top it with jam. It’s prepared in a pan and with methods similar to takoyaki, coming out crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside.

Pancakes also come in a square form. In Harveston, pancakes are baked in the oven instead of on the stove. Some people cook pancakes in the fireplace too; this makes them tender, thick, and pudding-like.

There are many grains used for bread: sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, oats, flax seeds, sesame seeds, rye, wheat...

Barbeque is served for large gatherings and celebrations.

Cooking tends to be done in the fireplace instead of on a stove, especially in the case for stews. It keeps the room warm in winter while the food cooks.

Harveston has a bean and fruit soup. Most other places serve it cold, but those in Harveston sometimes enjoy it warm. It’s a thick consistency and the fruit in it has been dried.

When setting the dining table, people in Harveston leave one extra plate out. This tradition comes from a story about a traveler visiting a family’s house and being surprised by the messy state of it. The traveler cleaned the house and cooked a nice meal for the family. From this story came the belief that as long as you leave a plate at your table, you’ll never want for food or go hungry.

Sandwich cakes are common party centerpieces. They are made with bread and vegetables, topped with shrimp, deviled eggs, olives, apples, and salmon slides arranged in a rose shape. The frosting on it is made from mayonnaise and sour cream, making sandwich cakes more salad than dessert.

They sell cherries and other berries by volume. Also sold are vegetables and juice, freshly squeezed.

Because Harveston is located in a mountainous region, there are rare varieties of mushrooms to be found. These can be served in a traditional mushroom soup, which can be finicky to prepare (so usually only experts make it). Mushrooms are also cooked in butter and served in sandwiches.

Mushrooms, herbs, and flowers are foraged from the nature (both public mountains and private woods). Locals usually don’t buy plants that are wild when they can pick it themselves. Instead, they’re sold to tourists.

Good foraging spots on Moln Mountain are kept secret so people don’t overharvest. The mountains are dangerous in winter, so foraging has to be done in spring or summer.

Harveston brines raw fish like salmon in a mixture of salt, sugar, pepper, and fill. In the old days, brined salmon was buried in sand to let it ferment.

Fish is dried to preserve it and to enhance the flavor. Before there were proper roads, it was hard to bring in food for the winter, so Harveston relied on foods preserved in the spring. They last for a long time and have many uses (such as in soup stock or to eat straight up). To this day, preserved meats and vegetables are a local specialty and new methods such as roasting have been developed for preservation.

Sunset Savanna

General

The food here appears to be inspired by African cultures of the real world.

Fruit is more plentiful than grains.

There is floral cacao in the Sunset Savanna. It bears fruit only once every 10 years.

Gummy bugs are popular and a Halloween staple.

The people of the Sunset Savanna value living in harmony with nature and will go out of their way to adapt to the land (due to the high population of beastmen, who have animal ancestors). Because of this, they oppose change that could damage the environment. There are some parts of this arid country that still rely on wells for their drinking water needs. They also hold the Tamashina-Mina festival every year to pray for rain.

Sautéed mutton is a common meal in this country. Leona brags that the Sunset Savanna is top notch when it comes to cooking meats.

The bananas of the Sunset Savanna are starchy and resemble potatoes (similar to plantains). They are steamed and served as a staple food. They’re faintly sweet and are actually very light and easy to digest.

It’s easier to grow fruit instead of wheat and rice in their climate.

Rice hull crepes, another staple, are served with a stew that you pour over it. The stew comes in variants such as a white fish stew simmered in tomato sauce, spinach and potato stew, beef stew, etc. There are also many side dishes you can enjoy with the crepes. The crepes aren’t meant to be eaten alone, as they taste too sour solo.

The phrase “that’s the Circle of Life” is a proverb that has been around for ages. The strong eat the weak, then when the strong die, their bodies become nutrients for the grass which feeds the next generation of prey animals. Life comes “full circle”, and the proverb indicates this delicate balance.

The Sunset Savanna is famous for its coffee. It tastes spicy, not bitter, because the custom is to add spices to the drink.

Food prep performances seem to be common for the wealthy; Leona mentions seeing big fish filleted before being served.

Yogurt is considered a “healthy dairy” and is typically served for breakfast.

Elephant Graveyard

The Elephant Graveyard, once considered a scary and lawless place (the “shadow lands” which were not a part of the original kingdom), has become a tourist destination—something akin to a spa.

They are known for selling vanilla cookies shaped like bones.

The hot springs at the Elephant Graveyard have kettles hidden by the steam. The hot water vapor cooks onsen tamago (a traditionally Japanese irl dish) and puddings. It imparts a slightly salty and sulfurous flavor and smell to the foods.

Sunrise City

The Raintree Market is a bazaar that features many foods and drinks.

Many snacks sold in the marketplaces are local specialties, so they’re popular as souvenirs.

Wild and cultivated hibiscus flowers are boiled with sugar to produce a red juice. There is also a white juice, which is made using wild baobab (which is full of nutrients; people call it a beauty elixir you can drink). A legends says that, long ago, members of the royal family would have their foreheads painted with baobab juice when they were born. That’s how the fruit became a local specialty.

In the original tale, the juice for marking foreheads was red. It seems that, over time, the color was changed to white by word of mouth, with the latter description fitting more with the white fruit of the baobab. Because of this change, more and more stalls have been selling a mixture of hibiscus juice and baobab juice.

The baobab fruit is also used to make a particular sour candy. The candy is dyed with red food coloring and is then dusted with sugar and chili powder. It’s described as having a “mature” flavor. Leona has liked this candy since he was a child.

Mangoes are a local specialty! Vendors will happily cut open the fruit for you to enjoy on the spot.

Other notable fruits for sale are tart passionfruit and creamy but smelly jackfruit. The latter is considered the largest fruit in Twisted Wonderland and grows on its tree’s trunks.

The Sunset Villa is a luxurious hotel that hosts VIPs and important guests of the state. They offer a large selection of drinks (fruit juice, black tea, coffee…) and serve whole slabs of steak in front of you before serving at luxurious barbecues. After dinners, they have dance performances.

There is an enormous sausage that’s wrapped up in a coil. If unwound, it’s a meter long. It’s meant to be cut with scissors before eating. The sausage’s herbs make it taste refreshing, and its meat is finely grounded to allow its flavors to come through.

Seafood is fresh and cheap, provided you live by the sea or in a coastal region like Dawn City. In more inland areas, seafood is considered a luxury.

Their seafood tends to be cooked with strong spices.

Ruggie’s yet-to-be-named hometown

Because the residents are poor, their food is usually made from collected scraps (such as pumpkin pie made predominantly from the pulpy parts) or prepared with substitutions and without extra flourishes. For example, Ruggie’s grandma prepares homemade donuts for his birthday but they couldn't afford fancy toppings (until Ruggie started working to bring in extra income).

It’s implied that there were instances when Ruggie (and presumably others from his hometown) had to eat rotten food or out of trash cans to get by.

Queendom of Roses

General

There is reference to some irl UK foods in this region, such as the jacket potato.

The Queendom of Roses is famous for its rose jelly rolls. Roses are the flower the country is best known for, of course, but they also have lavender, rosemary, sweet violet, foxglove, bluebells, and many berries.

People from this country eat flowers (which are specifically grown for eating). Flowers are also used for dried flower bookmarks? potpourri, etc.

The Queendom has a good selection of breads.

Apparently, the Queendom also has a strong “tea culture”.

People in the Queendom of Roses eat a lot of different pastries (pies, tarts, quiches, croissants, etc). Croissant donuts (cronuts) in particular have been pretty trendy lately. They’re donuts made with croissant batter, so they come out super flaky. They are sometimes sold with iced tea as a combo.

Potatoes are a staple food.

Jacket potatoes are common at festivals; they are potatoes baked with the skin (ie “jacket”) still on. The standard topping for them is baked beans, but you can also have tuna mayo corn, bean chili, sour cream, avocado, and other things.

Anyone that grew up in the Queendom of Roses has probably done the “cookie smash” at least once as a kid. (More info on this under the “Clock Town” section!)

The Queendom is known for lavender, berries, and rosemary.

Riddle and Trey's yet-to-be-named hometown

Trey's family owns a bakery (called "Patisserie Clover" according to the TWST manga). It seems to be a small "mom and pops" shop with no particular notoriety. However, the manga implies that it was the Clover bakery where Riddle saw the strawberry tarts and became entranced by them. This is also where Riddle would later try his first strawberry tart.

In Riddle and Trey's hometown, people enjoy apple bobbing during the Halloween season.

Before interview: Riddle was worried whether they can start on time and was relieved when Vil showed up and Vil was pretty smug about it lmao

There is a farm not too far from where Riddle lives; it is famous for its ice-cream buns. There is also a cafe located on the farm! It opened shortly after Riddle entered NRC and is so popular that it’s spoken about in magazines and tourists go there just to sample their sweets.

Clock Town

The people of Clock Town value time and punctuality due to the town's connection to the White Rabbit, who was always in a hurry. Many of the foods sold at stalls are things that are easy to hold and eat while walking, such as sliced sandwiches.

The Clock Town Folk Museum mentions a girl that appears in the story of the White Rabbit. She ate cookies that made her grow large; the museum recreates this experiment by projecting a large image of guests that eat cookies they have set out.

The Clock Town Folk Museum also runs a bugle-playing contest. The participation prize is a carrot cookie.

Clock Town sells a brand of potato chips with the White Rabbit logo on them.

The town also sells cookies iced to look like a pocket watch. The icing is made from a mixture of sugar and egg whites (“royal icing”) which hardens considerably. You’re meant to crush the cookie with a hammer to make it into smaller pieces, making it easier to eat. It’s based on the story of the White Rabbit breaking his pocket watch. Others tried to help him fix it by hitting it with a hammer, but it didn’t help at all, only damaged it more!

A lot of people enjoy growing plants, gardening, and horticulture, including stuff that can be eaten like herbs.

Sausage rolls are served in pairs to resemble bunny ears; the container they come in resembles the White Rabbit. They’re sausages wrapped in a pie crust/puff pastry dough, and come in cheese (with a shortcrust pastry similar to what is used for tarts to help hold its shape) and a spicy sausage (with a puff pastry that makes it flaky) variant for the White Rabbit Festival.

There are large mushrooms that grow in Clock Town; eating one side will turn you large, eating the other side will turn you small. The girl in the story of the White Rabbit has eaten these strange mushrooms before. These mushrooms are said to be enchanted and only work in a particular area; its effects last for ~1 minute after eating.

[dadsbongos]

a nymphoid and the enabler

938 words / warnings - pinv unprotected sex, public sex, i assumed kirara was blonde before dying her hair, reader has a vagina but is otherwise non-descript

summary - you and your gf Kirara and public menaces

~~~

Kirara can’t take you anywhere.

Not on the train.

Her hands are firm on your hips, simultaneously crooking you back into her and trying to stabilize you in the rocking train cabin. Kirara’s flushed ruby face is burrowed into your hair, she prays onlookers assume you’re simply young, shy lovers new to PDA rather than an exhibitionist grinding against their girlfriend’s cock through her skirt.

And all because you batted your lashes and asked super sugar sweetly.

Not to visit friends.

Hikari was polite enough to let you and your girlfriend take his bed while he made a pad on the floor. Kirara’s almost ashamed to now be humping you in that bed while he snores away. But you kept groping and pleading and whining. You’d shucked off Kirara’s pajama pants and spread your legs to beg, “please, please, even just the tip, please!”.

Kirara was basically helpless to your soft, desperate voice.

So she conceded, nudging into your warm cunt and gasping into your neck -- just the tip burning way to three inches melting into four until finally, your hole had sucked in her entire cock.

Not shopping.

Your knees are cramped over Kirara’s shoulders with her leaning over you, heat and quiet huffs filling, floating into every corner of your changing room. A thin piece of plywood on squeaky, rusted hinges separates you from the surrounding stalls. Two women linger in the hall just outside your door, and if Kirara wasn’t stitching her teeth into the tender meat of your neck they might be enough to distract you from your high.

“Minx,” she curses under her breath, voice wispy, hot, and weak in your ear, “Minx, minx, minx…!”

Giggling into the flaring warmth of Kirara’s cheek, you whimper back, “You knew, ‘rara.”

Because, of course, Kirara should’ve known better than to believe you dragged her into a lingerie store stall only to try on sets.

And certainly not out to eat.

“God, God, God!” you’re just so loud, moans barely muffled by the meat of Kirara’s palm as you ride her cock.

“Shh!” Kirara hisses out, all venom lost as soon as it bubbles up when she tosses her head back. Spindles of black hair fluttering around her shoulders and bleached bangs curling into her lashes. Her rosy, swollen bottom lip is snatched between her teeth, “Gotta- hng- !” but she can’t stop whining either, “Gotta- gotta be quiet!”

Stubbornly, you shake your head, drool leaking into your girlfriend's hand. Your bouncing fills the entire tiled bathroom -- the sound of clapping thighs and pitchy moans and the rocking hinges of the closed toilet lid under Kirara’s ass. All masking the lewd, wet swirling of her inside your cunt.

Kirara plants her platform boots firmly against the floor, thrusting up into you to hammer harder against the sweet spot you were thrumming onto her cock. Because as much as she can huff and play the coy part of your little toy, Kirara revels in your debauched behavior as much as you do. She may not feel the scorch of arousal as often, nor as debilitating as you apparently do, but she does love feeling wanted.

And you want her like you need her. Like you'll die if she strays too far.

Your sweat and cum from previous rounds has already wet the lavender material of Kirara’s bell bottoms halfway down her thighs; and she has a sneaking feeling you won’t let up until the pants are totally soaked.

Kirara’s hands are tight around your love handles, dark marks sure to welt in the wake of her tugging your hips down into hers. The coil squeezing and squeezing in her gut becoming unbearable to put off.

She snaps into you hard, lifting entirely off the porcelain lid and biting back whimpers to take in the sound of your squeals and moans.

“Please, please, please, please…!” Kirara isn’t sure if she's praying for you to take her cum, or for none of the restaurant staff to come banging on the door.

“‘Rara!” you slur into the air, eyes fluttering up to stare at the ceiling. Your lashes wetly beat against your cheeks when Kirara squishes your pelvis against hers. You sigh at the feeling of her cock filling you, spurts of her cum shooting soon after.

Before the building sensation of (hopefully, Kirara thinks) your final orgasm can fade, she forcefully swishes your hips to grind against her. Your clit catches against her flaxen pubes.

“C’mon, you can give it to me,” Kirara hums, pressing her lips to yours to swallow down your rising mewls, “There you go,” she coos when you shudder and jerk in her arms, “Good baby. Good bunny, cummin’ for me. You love me so much, baby,” she places proper kisses to your lips once you’ve started coming down, “I love you, too. I love you so much, too.”

Her arms wind tight around you, hands massaging at the fat of your ass and hips.

Deep gasps fill the locked bathroom.

Until your cunt squeezes around Kirara’s softened cock, and you push your hips down onto hers.

“Still need me, baby?” she kisses your sweaty cheek, grinning when you nod dumbly, “Let’s at least move to the car, huh?”

You pout, but comply, speedily pulling your cotton panties snug over your cunt to keep Kirara’s cum from spilling out. She assists, supporting the weight your numb legs refuse to.

Because your need for Kirara is insatiable, but Kirara’s need for your attention is just as bad.

And this date night probably won’t be over until she’s nailed you over every available expanse, at your mere whim.

~~

how is there only 1 ao3 fic for her i'm losing my mind

[when-i-wake-if]

It has been 18 years since humanity was brought to the truth that monsters, creatures and deities they were all too sure were myths are in fact real well most of them anyway with these new realizations comes new mysteries, problems and hope but dawn (MC 1) never paid too much attention to it but after the death of their father they have been sent reeling the perfect life they had crumbling slowly forcing them into positions they never would have dreamed of. their life colliding and slowly meshing into the unknown creature's deeper darker world. Across the city in a dingy alley badly hurt dusk (MC 2) awakes to no memories other than their name and something they were told that stung like a dagger in their heart for some reason. As Dusk tries to make sense of what is happening they somehow fall into a rabbit hole of crime, mysteries and dark truths all because they are trying to find out who they are and how they ended up in that alley

~Customize your MCs looks, gender identity, clothing style and name

~ Choose your legal job! (Dawn starts the game with a certain job but that job doesn't stay long)

~ Make deals that will change the course of your life

~Customize your room and apartment aesthetic style

~As Dawn manage the relationship with your mother, your ex your, past relationship and current feelings about your dead dad. As Dusk unravels your past try to figure out what happened to you or set It all aside and attempt to make a new life for yourself

~Romance 4 different characters for both MCs and hey if you want to romance a god as one or both MCs!

Dawns ROs

Xeno || Xe/Xem || 21 || Human

"Hellooo how is my favourite co-worker! I brought you your favourite drink, I'm amazing! I know~"

Description ~ Short coily dark brown hair, lean build with a Bronze complexion, dark green eyes, Nubian nose, Xyr height is 5’11, Xe has a full tattoo sleeve on Xes right arm and a tattoo on the side of Xyr neck when outside of work Xeno tends to wear ripped black jeans, no sleeve neck length shirt, runners and a bunch of rings, necklaces and one stud earring.

Selena || She/Her || ?? || Ghost

"Please! Don't be scared i mean you no harm le-let me explain"

Description ~ Shoulder-length ginger hair that is curled at the tips, She has a chubby build and pale skin, greyish blue eyes, a button nose, height if she could stand on the floor would be 5’3, freckles kiss her face and shoulders, she forever dressed in a light blue tea length swing dress and stockings with a pair of black flats, adorned in pearl earrings and necklace, to most she appears slightly translucent

Brier || He/Him or She/Her || Gender selectable|| 228 || Vampire

"Oh, sweetheart are you okay? please don't cry how about a rose? will that give you back your pretty little smile"

Description ~ Chin length afro-textured dark brown hair, Slim build and ebony complexion, Dark red eyes, button nose, height 5’7, outside of work they typically wear wide cuff pants, cropped blouse with a sweetheart collar, 4-inch heels or black dress shoes, round glasses, realistic heart shaped earrings, ruby necklace, silver rings

Míng || They/He || 30 || Dragon

"Well maybe if you watched or read the news more you would know how shitty it is, for people who aren't human like you."

Description ~ bleached white shoulder-length hair, lean build light brown complexion, black sclera and piercing yellow iris, flat nose height being 5'7, scales litter their body colours mainly being yellow and orange with some red ones sprinkled in, typically wears graphic tees , with a worn-out black bomber jacket, cargo pants and platform boots

Both MCs

Is || she/her, he/him or they/them || Gender selectable || ??? || Minor God of death {and dreams}

"Is it truly a lie or is it just not the truth you want to hear. darling, you have so much to learn"

Description~ Long straight black hair that reaches past their ass typically in some kind of intricate hairstyle with silver jewellery woven in, curvy build with a tanned complexion, pale white eyes, roman nose, height 8,5 when not forced to dress modestly they are always wearing a short dress with a marabou robe or a satin robe and six-inch heels, adorned in many silver bracelets, necklaces, rings and flower earrings and they have belly button piercing

Dusks ROs

Sire || He/Him || 26 || Kelpie

"you should watch where you going around here kid someone will end up killing you if you are not careful"

Description ~ Shoulder length wavy dark green hair so dark it almost appears black Sire's hair always seems to look wet/damp, he has a dad bod and Ivory complexion, black eyes, Greek nose, His height is on the slightly shorter side standing at 5’4, usually wearing black leather pants, dress shoes and a button up shirt that never fully buttoned up

Loralie || They/Them || 24 || Siren

"you are so adorable I could eat you up~ how about I buy you a drink gorgeous"

Description ~ Mid back length black goddess braids, Athletic Swimmer build and Dark brown complexion with dark blueish grey scales scattered about, piercing grey eyes, Flat nose, height 6’2, a large scar down the middle of their chest, gills most noticeable upon their neck, outside of work they typically wear cargo pants, muscle shirt, converse shoes, a gold locket, dangle earrings, spectrum piercing

Joshua || He/They || 20 || Werewolf

"Plan?? I never said I had a plan did I? ...oh well I didn't but don't worry I can get us out of this"

Description ~ Short messy dirty blonde hair, muscular build and tan complexion, amber eyes, Greek nose though it has obviously been broken in the past, scar along the right of their jaw, freckles speckled over his face, height 6’0, typically wears work boots, jeans and a muscle shirt with a flannel jacket

Z || She/He/They || ?? || Undead

"pay me back? how about you let me eat you and I'll take that as your repayment I'm quite hungry and you're starting to irritate me"

Description ~ Messy straight chin length black hair with strands of grey hairs throughout, skinny build and pale olive and appears slightly greeny yellowish, black eyes, hawk nose, the height of 5'6 the left corner of her mouth is carved away revealing most of their teeth and flesh and their left hands pinky and ring finger are just bone the surrounding area seems to have a hideous burn scar though he typically covers it up by wearing white gloves, black turtle neck, beige torn pants and two different pairs of dirty runners

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How do you climb up from rock bottom what are you willing to do. to sacrifice. to find out the truth what will you do when you get those truths what if they aren't what you expected or wanted will you help others or push the world aside? how far is too far to achieve your goals

Demo: TBA || My other IF || Charater Portaits: coming soon

[bebemoon]

look for the name VICTOR (requested by @petitlapins) | palomo spain white lace halter and lace-up corset (s/s 2o24), ann demeulemeester seamed white trousers w/ leaf/foliage embroidery throughout (menswear a/w 2o2o), antique georgian 15k seed pearl and ruby floral ring, guerlain "muguet" eau de parfum (2o24 limited edition) (lily-of-the-vally, green notes, jasmine, rose), dries van noten yellow leather ankle-high platform heeled boots

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

The Battered Dragon

Buckle up, buttercups. This is a long one.

Jaune: Soooo... (continues looking around at the "forest" around him) where do you guys think we are?

Ruby: I don't know. I honestly didn't think I'd find anyone that quickly. Even if half of the group was tied up my a village of mice.

Weiss: (plucking a thorn out of her sleeve)They were... craftier than I would have thought.

Blake: (ears wilt) It makes me wonder where Yang is, or if she's okay.

Weiss: (places a hand on Blake's shoulder comfortingly) I'm sure we'll find Yang. You have to remember that this is Yang we're talking about. If anyone can manage surviving in an unknown world filled with random dangers, I'd place the charred remains of the Schnee fortune on it.

Blake: (ears perk up slightly) Yeah, you're right.

Weiss: (watches as Ruby and Jaune discuss what steps they should take next) You know. When we find her, it might be a good idea to have a bit of a heart-to-heart with Yang.

Blake: (ears spring skyward) I-I don't know what you're talking about.

Weiss: Blake, you almost jumped off the platform after Yang. I dragged you off the literal brink, and you immediately went feral on Neo afterwards.

Blake: I'm that obvious, huh?

Weiss: To everyone except Yang herself... (watches as Ruby trips over a random tree root and pulls Jaune down to the ground with her) And maybe those two.

Blake: (chuckles softly)

Jaune: Hey! Do you guys think we'll see the Lively Carpenter or the Battered Dragon???

Ruby: The Battered Dragon? I don't remember that character from the story.

Blake: The Battered Dragon was a strong warrior that fought back the night in a fiery blaze, but was always warm and kind towards the people in the book.

Weiss: We're not in a storybook. But! If we were, I wouldn't mind meeting the Lively Carpenter. They were so sweet in the story.

Jaune: I remember the Battered Dragon was like a barbarian of sorts. Super cool and strong who fought with her fists.

Ruby: I don't remember Yang ever reading that character. Actually, I don't remember her reading me that story at all.

Jaune: Huh... That's odd. I would have though- (draws sword) INCOMIIIIIING!!!

Jabberwalker: (bounds through the canopy into the clearing and slashes at Jaune)

Ruby: Jaune! (pulls Jaune out of the way)

Blake: Ruby! (throws Gambol Shroud, wraps the ribbon around Ruby, and yanks her back)

Weiss: (glyph attacks Jabberwalker and blasts it back)

Jabberwalker: Seeking - Searching - Contacting - DEVOURING!!! (leaps towards the group and slashes at the group wildly)

RWBJ: (get tossed to the ground)

Jabberwalker: (tail whips Blake to pin her down and leaps onto her)

Blake: (blocks claws with her sword and struggles to keep the claw from her face)

RWJ: Blake!

??? : I said I wasn't done with you yet!!!

-Burning fireball of stone barrels in and slams against the Jabberwalker's head, shattering into a million smoldering pieces as molten rock oozes over spiral horns-

??? : (rugged, dark brown leather adorned with intricate patterns and fur trims, well-worn trousers and boots, tanned leather tank top with tatters at the hem where the bottom has been torn off, revealing muscular abs and a few battle scars, and a blazing heart tattoo on a well-endowed chest. Scarred left arm is on display, muscles rippling as powerful hands grab the Jabberwalker's horns, while a paint chipped, slightly rusted metallic right arm glints dully in the sunshine. A purple bandana tied off where the metal meets flesh. Black and brown leather hand armor and pauldron adorn the left shoulder and hand with golden brown/grey whisps of fur protrude from under the plates. Burning golden hair burn out in a long trail behind a scorched, wooden dragon mask)

??? : Did you honestly think I'd let you hurt anyone here? (punches Jabberwalker a few times in the face) Then you're crazier than I thought! (throws Jabberwalker over to the next acre)

RWBJ: (stare in shock)

Jaune: (gasps like an excited child) Oh, my gosh! It's the Battered Dragon!!!

Blake: The Battered Dragon! In PERSON!

Weiss: We're actually in a fairytale....

Battered Dragon: (panting before squaring her shoulders and turning to RWBJ) Dammit! (takes off her mask, revealing one lilac and one crimson eye and three scars on her jaw) You guys weren't supposed to be here.

Jaune: Is that...?

Weiss: Yang?

Ruby: (walks up to the Battered Dragon) Yang?

Battered Dragon: (shakes her head, dislodging the tears in her eyes before nodding firmly) Yeah, Rubes. It's me. And you guys weren't supposed to-

Ruby: (grabs Yang's hand tightly) If you didn't think we'd come looking for you, then you must have forgotten who raised me.

Battered Dragon Yang: (sniffs and holds Ruby's hand) Right. I'm just... glad to see you guys again after all this ti- PUAH!!!

Blake: (tackles BDY to the ground and hugs her tight) Yang~

Battered Dragon Yang: (shocked eyes glance at Blake briefly before tears slip from her eyes, her nose wrinkles in an attempt to keep from crying, and she breaks. Arms wrap around Blake like a lifeline) It's actually you....

Weiss: (after a few minutes) Yang, what happened to you?

Battered Dragon Yang: It's... a long story...

[himalia-aesthetics]

Whimsical Gothic Aesthetic

The Whimsigoth aesthetic isn’t quite goth or quite bohemian, but blends together aspects of each. This aesthetic was conjured out of the 70s, 80s, and 90s with witchy influences showcased in a plethora of movies and television shows. Free spirited individuals with interests in astrology or witchcraft may feel called to this aesthetic. 

Visuals:

Stained Glass 

The Night Sky

Well Worn Rugs 

Brass/Gold Candle holders 

Velvet 

The Moon

Black Cats

Crystals 

Vining Plants 

The Sun

Candles

Antique Rings 

Cozy Fireplaces

The Stars

Key Colors:

Black

Emerald Green

Gold

Deep Blue

Burnt Orange

Silver

Ruby Red

Purple

Bronze

Dark Teal

Yellow

Clothing:

Tops:

Corsets 

Tank Tops 

Flowing Long Sleeves

Blouses

Mesh Tops (Long/Short Sleeves) 

Velvet Tops (Long/Short Sleeves)

Lace/Lace Trimmed Tops (Long/Short Sleeves)

Bottoms:

Skirts 

Trousers 

Jeans 

Corduroy (Trousers/Skirts)

One Pieces:

Dresses

Jumpsuits 

Bodysuits 

Overalls

Outerwear:

Cardigans 

Leather jackets 

Fur Trimmed Coats

Shawls

Shoes:

Doc Marten Boots

Platform Boots

High Heel Boots

Doc Marten Loafers

Platform sandals 

Accessories:

Layered Necklaces 

Metal Belts 

Vintage/Antique Rings

Bracelets 

Dangle Earrings 

Beauty:

Dark Lipstick 

Eyeliner 

Mascara

Media/Music:

Movies:

The Craft 

Practical Magic

Coraline 

Halloweentown

Labyrinth

Alice in Wonderland 

Buffy the Vampire Slayer 

The Corpse BrideW

Edward Scissorhands 

Hocus Pocus 

Shows:

Charmed

Sabrina the Teenage Witch 

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Twin Peaks 

The Owl House

The Vampire Diaries

Playlists:

Whimsigothic by nataile

Whimsigothic by buffn

90s Ethereal Whimsigothic by Teleglam Sam 

90s Witch by linnett

YouTube:

Let’s Explore the Whimsigothic Aesthetic Origins, Breakdown, Outfits, Analysis by beepworld

Styling Whimsigoth Outfits with me | Talking About Thrifting by Amber Triana 

Is Whisigoth the 90s Witchy Bohemian Reborn by Teresa’s Chaotic Corner

Style Analysis: FairyGrunge and Whimsigoth by Dion the Taurus 

Authors:

Holly Black 

Kate Pentecost

Emily X.R. Pan

Adalyn Grace

Hobbies/Activities:

Studying Astrology 

Reading 

Painting 

Collecting Crystals 

Tarot Reading 

Thrift Shopping

Aromatherapy 

Gardening 

Listening to Music

Spellwork 

Related Aesthetics:

Bohemian 

Fairycore

Renaissance 

Witchcore 

Gothic 

Cottagecore

[konigsblog]

141 with reader who wears miniskirts literally all the time >:3 the miniskirt + stockings + platform boots combo is DEADLY !! >:3

i literally haven’t worn anything that goes past mid thigh in forever they’re just so cute n comfy and easy access

your tight ass peaking from under your tinytiny skirt, pink panties with bows showing fron underneath as price reaches his hand beneath them, grabbing at your soft ass and groping your thighs whilst his fingers slip into your panties. :(( thick fingers easing into your wet cunny, tightening around him as he prepared you for his girthy large cock.

ripping your fishnets and stockings combo off, tearing throw them, holes all around were your tight cunt would be. huge platform boots, giving you extra height, standing next to ghost's shoulder, his eyes menacingly staring at you, teasing you before pushing you over and pulling your skirt up, tearing your panties off as you whine and cry, weak arms trying to push him off, his veiny large and girthy cock filling you so nicely, you sweet taste lingering on his tongue as he sucked deep blue bruises on your neck.

johnny getting in his knees and sucking at your clit, thick fingers stuffed deep insides you; wet cunt leaking arousal and dripping slick on his fingers and your plush thighs, moaning in ecstasy and pleasure. :((!!! his fat tongue lapping at it, cunt wet with drool and saliva, pressing his tongue flat against your soaked cunny.

gaz's thigh pushed between your thighs, watching as you grind against him, you tight wet pussy bare beneath your skirt, bare skin rubbing against his clothed thigh; the friction making you grip at his shirt, biting on his neck, licking at the crimson red liquid, reminding you of ruby crystals whilst running your fingers through his hair.

his cigar smoking the grey smoke, burning scent against your nostrils, taking puffs of his cigar. tasting the smoke in his mouth as you sucked his lips deeply, pressing soft lips against your own, fist grasping your neck by the scruff forcing you deeper into his mouth, growls escaping his throat .

[lamaisongaga]

FASHION CREDITS: LADY GAGA BY ETHAN JAMES GREEN FOR VOGUE US OCTOBER ISSUE

I was highly expecting for Lady Gaga to land a Vogue cover and here we are, covering the October issue of the American Vogue. The photoshoot, which is highly inspired by her role as Harley Quinn in "Joker: Folie à Deux", was lensed by Ethan James Green.

Styling: Alex Harrington, makeup: Sarah Tanno-Stewart, hair: Frederic Aspiras, nails: Kim Truong using Glitterbels, tailors: Hailey Desjardins and Egle Paulauskaite, set design: Marla Weinhoff.

Photographed during her stay in Paris in July this year, the cover photo showcases Gaga in the blue embroidered trompe-l’œil synthetic hair coat made in collaboration with hairstylist Gary Gill from Balenciaga‘s 53rd Fall/Winter 2024 Haute Couture collection!

An iconic silhouette by now, Gaga rocks a pair of her favorite Marc Jacobs Fall/Winter 2016 Kiki buckled black leather platform boots!

The mixture of couture, high-end designers and emerging talent is immense in this editorial as Gaga wears the grunge-inspired Hodakova Fall/Winter 2024 argyle double knit sweater in this hauntingly beautiful shot.

Hyperventilating is an UNDERSTATEMENT. I fell in love the moment John Galliano sent out his girls down the dramatic runway and ever since I was hoping to catch Gaga in one of the designs. Never would‘ve thought she‘d even get a whole custom look!

Gaga poses in custom Maison Margiela Spring/Summer 2024 Artisanal Haute Couture.

White cotton caisetted cape cut with the memory of an ulster coat, worn over a patinaed knitted silk bodysuit matching Gaga’s skin tone underpinned by a corset covered in jersey and a silicone hip prothèse.

A taped reverse swatching hat in white foam and caisetted cotton, patinaed knitted silk stockings and gloves, and custom Christian Louboutin for Margiela white patent leather criss-cross platform pumps with torn stocking overlay.

One thing you should know about Gaga is that she loves to layer multiple runway pieces to merge a whole new look.

From Dior‘s Resort 2025 collection, a love letter to Scotland, she wore a knitted argyle sweater with cut-outs, a tartan wool maxi dress which she layered underneath a mesh and metallic lace dress, and some argyle socks.

The Hodakova sweater makes a return, this time accessorized with an antique hand-painted plaque, ruby and diamond in 18kt gold brooch, and a smoky quartz and pearl in 18k gold brooch, both from Tony Duquette!

A shoe that changed herstory. Vivienne Westwood‘s infamous Fall/Winter 1993 Super Elevated Gillie platform shoes make a return, acquired from Pechuga Vintage. You might remember Gaga wearing a boot version of these for her 2010 Elle spread!

A firework of excitement ransacked my body when I first found out that Alessandro Michele would depart from Gucci to head over to Valentino as the new creative director.

LG is, to my knowledge, the first celebrity to rock a piece from the Resort 2025 "Avant Les Debuts" (Before the Beginning) collection – a pale yellow chiffon mini dress with high collar, tiered ruffle puff sleeves and floral sequin embroidery all over!

Paired with custom Maison Margiela distressed stockings and custom Christian Louboutin platform heels.

Gaga is working it in a bi-colored statuesque coat seen on Yohji Yamamoto‘s Fall/Winter 2024 "A Seamless Parable on Cubism" runway.

Rather than canvas and paint, Yamamoto’s medium is fabric and more than ever, it felt like he let his instinctual side take the wheel. Case in point: He said he couldn’t talk about how he’d arrived at these silhouettes. "During fittings, I can change, I can touch", he said with finality.

The look was crowned with a custom Vivienne Bow hat made of voluminous moiré fabric by emerging designer Andrew James!

One of the "Antwerp Six" designers, Dries Van Noten bid farewell earlier this Summer and decided to leave the fashion scene with a bang by celebrating his legacy at his final Spring/Summer 2025 collection where this epic embroidered cashmere coat is from.

Both her plaque-embellished black beanie...

...and double-breasted boxy oversized coat with peaked lapel are from The Row's Resort 2025 lookbook!

Gaga is the first ever person to wear this vintage Givenchy by Alexander McQueen Fall/Winter 1999 "Execution of Lady Jane Grey" Haute Couture chinoiserie embroidered silk balloon sleeve coat and bespoke black dress, both sourced from LILY et Cie.

In 1999, McQueen was going through, in his own words, "an emotional turmoil" both professionally and personally. But instead of relieving himself, he ventured into his own despair to understand his inner demons more poignantly. This painful journey led Lee to Paul Delaroche’s tragic but beautiful 1833 painting, "The Execution of Lady Jane Grey".

Like a painter to a blank canvas, McQueen filled an empty room with extravagant offerings: romantic silk ensembles with floral embroidery, 16th-century fur-trimmed tunics, luxurious velvet coats, as well as the designer’s signature leather suits, cowl-neck dresses, and even a heightened-for-couture bouffant piece that paid homage to his plaid.

Dialing in on his inspiration, McQueen presented his clothes not on models but on fiber-glass-headed mannequins that emerged from trap doors in batches, as if the audience were in an art gallery rather than a fashion show.

It's almost unrecognizable but Gaga is draping this Chanel Fall/Winter 2024 Haute Couture black silk taffeta opera coat around her torso. This piece, which served as the show's opening number, features a ruffled neck, bejeweled buttons and a voluminous cut.

[superiorsturgeon]

Ruby: Everyone, I’d like you to meet my dad, Taiyang Xiao-Long!

Weiss: It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir! *curtsey*

Blake: Huh. To be honest at first I thought Qrow was Ruby’s dad because they look so similar…

Yang: Uncle Qrow? Nah, Rubes just liked his style when she was little, and she got some of his hand-me-down outfits because he used to wear the same size!

Weiss/Blake: *look at Ruby’s corset, short skirt, platform boots, and ripped leggings*

Weiss/Blake: *slowly turn to look at Qrow* 😦

Qrow: *sips coffee* Our unofficial team name at Beacon was “Tai and his Goth Harem.”

Taiyang: *sips tea* Good times!

[gamegem92]

(VamPaper AU Chapter 3) A Scar Reopened

“Mistress Moore, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Gallus.” The tall raven-haired vampire calmly sauntered towards her devotees, and as she stretched out, her wings splaying outward and the light from her sconces shining through the membranes, leaving shadows of red and black upon the followers. “I was merely trying to spectate upon our newest member, but he’s managed to block himself from my sight…”

“Stars above!”

“Is that possible?”

“He must be truly powerful!”

“I doubt it,” Scarlett jibed, her feathery black fringe bouncing as she shook her head. “From when I first indoctrinated him, he was flimsy, unnoticeable by mortals who never knew him. Recently, my eyes in the sky have told me he has only recently adopted his bat forme.”

“Have you located him, Mistress Moore?” Every vampire in the vicinity was looking upon her in anticipation, as she calmly stepped outside beneath an ornate black parasol. Her eyes were hidden behind angular maroon sunglasses and her fangs obscured by a black feather boa, all complete with a white ruffled shirt and a black jean skirt.

“Oh, trust me, disciples,” she crooned, tying her jet black platform boots, “by the time of our next ritual, he will be one with the council.” And so, she began on her trek for the city…

…and the newest member that lived there.

~~~~~~~

Naturally, a slow day at work happens every so often, almost three times per two weeks. But this? This was almost unusual. Of course, Paper STILL had to show up, even if the Tech Shack was barely even open today. The door swinging open interrupted his train of thought, as the doorbell chimed louder than he remembered. 

“Is anyone here?” At first, no answer. “Wh-whoever you are, I know you’re there, even if I can’t see you!” The door was now swinging shut, and he could hear every creak, every swish, every sound brought a shiver down his spine. It was loud. It was so loud. It was TOO LOUD. “Please, just show yourself! NOW!”

“Alright. If you insist, Paper.”

He knew that voice. He knew that FACE. HE KNEW THAT VAMPIRE.

“Scarlett!” As she sauntered over, he stopped himself from shaking long enough to stare her in the eye. “It’s YOUR fault I’m a vampire! What are you even doing here?” His hands slammed against the counter, as a familiar symbol lit up on the back of his left hand. “Haven’t you caused me ENOUGH PAIN?”

“Temper, temper,” Scarlett crooned, wagging her finger impatiently, “is this ANY WAY to treat the one who blessed you?” As she held her hand to his, she looked at the symbol… and her smile dropped. “So that’s how you hid yourself. The mark of Imperium is damaged. Vi, Fames and Tenebris are intact, however, meaning that while you have strength, hunger and dark powers within you, you lack control.”

“Control?”

“Yes,” she continued, “You can’t control your powers, and I can’t control you.” As she looked at the sigil upon her own hand, she managed to breathe easily. “How DID you manage to access one of your powers without my help? I had to earn my bat wings through proper training, and you just woke up in that form after a night terror.”

“What do YOU know?!” he pouted, as he looked back at his hand. “I had a bad dream about losing my friends, and I just woke up as a frightened little furball!” A flicker of red appeared in his eyes, and his fangs were on full display. “I don’t WANT your HELP!” Scarlett leapt back and looked at Paper’s current state.

“THERE’S the warrior I indoctrinated!” 

He looked at his shaking hands. The ruby red glow of the sigil lit up the room around him, and he saw the subtle claws upon the tip of each finger. The light glow from his eyes almost illuminated the darker corners of the store, but everything else was a blur. “I’m assuming your vision is degraded by now. A common side effect of entering Frenzy mode.”

“Nope! Not listening!” As Paper walked away from the counter, he decided that untangling the box of wires would be easier than talking to Scarlett. But that wasn’t exactly as easy as he thought… he could’ve sworn a few of them were… glowing? How? The glowing ones felt significantly warmer than the others, as if they were glowing from the heat. “Strange,” he thought, at a frequency only he assumed he could hear, “how are they glowing?” 

“Infrared.”

“Thanks, Scarlett. Now- SCARLETT?!”

“No, really. Vampires have infrared vision that can detect body heat of prey, as we usually hunt in the dead of night.” As she said this, her eyes lit up in a similar manner. “You know, I didn’t know about the infrared at first either,” she stared at her hand again, “but I suppose it was only natural, for by that point, I came to realize that something DEAD could only feel cold.”

Paper was starting to get scared. Was he dead? UNdead, even? What would that mean for his friends? Whatever it was, he just couldn’t imagine what his friends would think of a vampire in their own apartment. The infrared seemed to work better in the dim light in the corners, but who knows? Maybe a couple experiments could do some good?

“Oh, and how much for this mini power adapter?”

“…seven dollars.”

“Great! Here’s a sawbuck, keep the change!”

~~~~~~~

“Alright. Night vision field test mark one.”

After getting home, Paper realized that he would have to run through these powers scientifically. Like Scarlett said, she was on her own with her discoveries, so why would he need HER help? He reached for his delicate equipment and his logbook- okay, so it was just a kid’s chemistry kit and a tape recorder, but he was on a time crunch! He didn’t know how long he’d stay as a vampire before he could never go back!

“Two vials, each full of exactly 500 milliliters of water.” He took one of the vials out from the microwave and uncorked it, while the other was removed from a cooler he wheeled into the room. “One is full of hot water, and one is full of cold water. To the mortal eye, there is no difference, but when immersed in DARKNESS…” he turned off the light, and stared at the two vials…

…that he forgot to set the change in temperature for.

“…okay, so, first attempt failed. I forgot to turn on the microwave and put ice in the cooler. Attempt two: I have corrected this mistake.” Staring at the vials again, he kept looking for a difference. He kept looking… and looking… “Ugh, this lighting is MURDER on my- …aaaargh, was I seriously trying to use night vision in a well-lit room?!”

“Attempt THREE.” He checked each parameter of his experiment before fixing his gaze upon the two vials once again. “TWO. CLEAN. VIALS. 500 milliliters EXACTLY. One MICROWAVED. One stored in a COOLER with ICE. PERFECT DARKNESS. SPINNING TABLE PROPERLY SHUFFLED THEM. EXPERIMENT STARTS NOW!”

He stared at the vials. As he kept looking, the water in each one began to change color, hotter water appearing white-hot compared to the darker and colder vial. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Vampires had biological access to one of the greatest tools a scientist could possess, but he couldn’t tell anyone!

“Attempt successful. I was able to blindly tell the difference between hot and cold water without touching or drinking it. Conclusion: infrared vision in vampires is how they see in the dark and distinguish friend from foe… or in some cases, food.”

Suddenly, the door swung open.

“Hey, Paper. Rock wanted to know if we’re going to do anything actually fun today.” Scissors was RIGHT THERE, letting light into the room. If Paper hadn’t stopped recording before the door opened, he would have to record that a FOURTH TIME. “Oh, sweet! You got drinks! Gimme!”

“Scissors, no! That’s-“

“Agh- ow- DUDE! Why were you trying to drink HOT WATER?!”

“I, um-“ 

“Scissors? Did you get anything from Paper? Also, can I have a sip of that water?”

“No.”

“Aww. Why not?”

“Well, for one, it’s scalding hot! Please try the other vial, it’s colder.”

“Okay!” Rock immediately grabbed the vial, and went to take a sip. Paper looked towards his tape recorder and hid it under his bed. “Anyway, Paper, you’ve been acting… stressed. Is there something bothering you?” Shoot. His friends were getting suspicious.

“I’ve just been… paranoid about vampires ever since the movie. Nothing more.”

“I don’t blame you, dude,” Scissors added, shrugging halfheartedly, “a bat DID get into your room last night.”

“A super CUTE bat!”

“Yes, Rock, it WAS adorable, but can I just stay inside my room and get a decent nap?!”

“That’s what we’re trying to talk to you about!” Rock’s hands trembled as he looked towards his friends, calmly taking breaths to calm himself. “Paper… Scissors and I only want what’s best for you, so please accept our help.”

“Alright…”

“Good. We’re going to the park.”

“WHAT?!”

[violettduchess]

My favorite writer taking requests! I have to ask for Carlo and kiss 8 - dying to see what you come up with!

A/N: Here you go, anon! This took some time but I hope you enjoy it! 💜

Carlo x f! Reader

Word Count: 3106

Today:

How did I get here?

You stare at yourself in the floor-length mirror, taking in the fitted, shimmering green skirt that is supposed to represent a mermaid’s tale, the filmy pale pink and yellow of the material wrapped around your midsection and chest. Your bare shoulders and upper arms have been dusted with pearlescent white powder, your hair held out of your face by small hair pins in the shape of seashells. You look every inch the siren, foreign and mystical and not at all like yourself. 

Behind you, you hear footsteps across the wooden platform, soft muttering in the language of Benitoite and you turn to see Carlo, Prince Silvio’s aide, followed by the twittering costume designer as he approaches to get a look at himself in the mirror. Gone is the solemn man in the plain clothing that skirted the border of being shabby but saved itself through quality of material. His ebony curls have been freshly washed and brushed away from his angular face, his dark blue eyes, the color of the sea at midnight, lined with black kohl. His usual fitted shirt has been replaced by a swashbuckler’s billowy tunic, wide open to reveal a surprising amount of well-muscled chest. Carlo used to work down at the docks before Prince Silvio found him, recognized the flame of intelligence that burned in those dark eyes and plucked him out of one life stained with hardship and into another one of research and service. Fitted black trousers hug shockingly well-formed legs, the calves of which are also covered by knee-high black leather boots. A sword hangs loosely about his hips, drawing far more attention to that area than it should.

He looks up from fussing with the scabbard, seeing you and he stops walking, nearly causing the costume designer to crash into him. With a few chirps she flits from here to there, making minute adjustments now that he is finally standing still, not noticing the way your gazes have locked with one another, the way his throat works as he swallows, trying to fight the sudden dryness. You have stolen his capacity to breathe, to think. How, how will he ever even remember his lines when he has to see you.....looking like that?

You turn away, hand pressed against the thunder of your heartbeat.

How did I get here? 

Yesterday:

In your role as Rhodolite diplomat, King Leon has sent you to many places. You had proven yourself during your time as Belle and he valued your judgment in many matters. He had been especially impressed with the way you had won over his brothers, each and every one of them coming to, if not exactly like you, at the very least respect you. There was no one else he would have been happier to see take on a representative role, your intelligence and kindness and charm qualities befitting an exemplary ambassador. 

You had chosen the gift for the Benitoite royals with care: a first-edition copy of a play by one of Rhodolite’s most famous writers, a tragic love story between a sailor and a mermaid who fell madly in love with one another but whose families were locked in a centuries-long feud that would ultimately lead the sailor to drown in the arms of his lover rather than be apart from her. Leon had chosen this gift as the story is set in what is now Benitoite and hoped it would please the royals.

And it had. Perhaps too much. Silvio, mercurial as he is, had decided he wanted to not just read the play, but actually watch it be performed. When he had been informed that the national thespian troupe was on tour, traveling throughout the Ruby kingdom, he had turned those sharp ocean eyes onto you.

“I’m sure the ambassador is willin’ ta do just about anythin’ to please us. Ain’t that right?”

Alarm bells began tinkling in the back of your mind but you found yourself sitting up straighter at the table, head tilting to one side as you regarded the haughty prince. A smile, much calmer than you felt, touched your lips.

“Of course Prince Silvio.”

He leaned back in his plush chair, necklaces jangling softly as he crossed his arms. Something about the expression on his face made those alarm bells begin chiming even louder.

“Then I say you do it. You can be the mermaid princess and uh....” His gaze scanned the room and landed on the man standing by the doorway, half in a shadow, quietly reading from a small, black leather-bound book. “Carlo!” The man looked up, startled. 

“Yes, your Highness?”

Silvio smiled broadly. “You will play the lovestruck sailor.” He nodded once, pleased with himself. “Arrange for costumes, music, and all that shit. I wanna see the play tomorrow.”

Carlo blinked as he looked around the room, his expression one of bewilderment. The leap from whatever he had been reading to his new reality seemed to have clogged the mechanisms of his brain as he comprehended what had just happened.

“Go on.” Silvio waved a jangly hand carelessly in your direction. “Go meet your lover.”

His gaze jumped from Silvio to you and the question he was asking himself was written plain as day on his face:

How did I get here?

Several hours later you found yourself in the library, which normally would have thrilled you to no end. Except instead of foraging for new literary treasures, you stared at the gift you had brought like it was to blame, while Carlo stared at you, looking a bit like an owl that had been awoken far too early from its slumber and wasn’t quite sure if it was night or day.

Silence filled the room, snaking its way around bookshelves and wrapping you both up in its tendrils, leaving you awkwardly stiff and unable to form words. You had introduced yourselves, fumbling over each other’s sentences, words clumsily knocking into each other, and then you had placed the book on the desk with a loud thump. 

Since then, there was  no sound.

Finally you cleared your throat. “Staring at it isn’t going to help us. It seems Prince Silvio really is expecting us to….perform this.”

Your voice cut the strings that the room’s silence had been holding him hostage with and he sank into the chair across from you, a frown on his surprisingly handsome face.

“I would try and speak to him but I fear if he knew how much neither of us wanted to do this, he would dig his heels in even more and perhaps invite outsiders to witness our….production.”

You found yourself regarding him a moment as he ran a hand through his dark curls. “You really know him well.” Silvio Ricci was not a man that let people close to him. Clearly Carlo was one of the exceptions.

A smile, ephemeral as quicksilver, touched his lips. “Si. He is truly….exceptional in many ways.”

You sensed how there was more underlying his words, an entire iceberg under that small sentiment that poked out from the ocean of his experience with Silvio. But now was not the time….you tore your gaze away from him, clearing your throat as you placed your hands on either side of the book.

“I can edit this…write out the lines of the most important scenes. That way we don’t have to worry about the entire play.”

He nodded, encouraged by your brilliant idea. “Excellent thinking, Signora.”

You glanced at him. “You can use my name.” You added a warm smile, lifting one shoulder with a shrug. “After all, we’re going to be scene partners, aren’t we?”

You didn’t expect the flustered way he ran a hand through his dark curls, a faint dusting of warmth falling across his slanted cheekbones. 

“If…if you insist.” 

Tilting your head, you searched for and caught his gaze, your warm smile still in place. “I do.”

He nodded, rising from his seat to walk over to a desk across the room, kneeling to open a drawer. That smile was fogging his brain and he needed a moment away from its radiant light. You weren’t aware of the effect you were having on him. You were suddenly far more aware of the broad expanse of his shoulders as he crouched, rifling through that drawer and the narrow taper of his waist as he rose back up to full height. Quickly you forced your attention back to the play, opening up to the list of characters, blinking against the swift barrel roll your blood was doing inside your veins. A moment later, Carlo returned, setting several sheets of blank paper and a fountain pen of marbled blue and silver next to you. 

“You can write out our lines here?”

“Yes, perfect. Thank you.” And you got to work, forcing yourself to focus on the familiar play rather than the man who was smiling so openly it made you literally ache to touch his cheek, close to that smile.

Another hour had passed. Outside the sky was readying itself for the night, painting itself in the most striking orange and pink. You were writing madly, lost in your work as you read over the famous play, picking out the most important scenes and transcribing key lines that would keep the story intact but trim away any extras. Carlo peeked over the top of his notebook, his mind distracted from nautical calculations and oceanography notes by…..you. You, lost in the play, mouthing certain lines as you copied them out diligently. And in beautiful handwriting, no less. Especially when compared to his own chicken scratch. You, so focused, trimming the play like a master butcher, carving out the heart of the story from within the many words. He understands that kind of concentration, that singular mindset as you navigate work like a skiff on the water. That was what he told himself anyway, that he was interested in watching you work and not in the way the evening light, spilling in through the library windows, blanketed you in its softness, catching highlights in your hair, the rose of your lips, the brightness of your eyes.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, only that the sound of the fountain pen dropping to the wooden table startled him, his dark sapphire eyes blinking rapidly as he brought his gaze quickly back down to the notebook he had been happy to ignore. 

“There.” 

You slumped back in your chair, shaking out your hand, a grin on your lips. You actually did it and the pride in your accomplishment hung on the curve of your smile. Standing just as suddenly as you let the pen fall, you shoved back your chair and walked around the table to set yourself down next to Carlo. “Let me show you.”

His notebook disappeared into his pocket and he leaned in to where you began explaining the play and the scenes you chose. You spoke quickly, excitedly, as if making up for all the previous silence.

“This scene is where they meet, the handsome, adventurous sailor and the innocent mermaid…..” You went on to explain their instant connection, the fascination they have with one another. But their relationship is dangerous, forbidden by their differences, and when the sailor tries to tell the mermaid they shouldn’t see each other anymore, she responds with a desperate kiss, one of the most romantic, most famous kisses in any drama throughout the lands. 

When you got to this part, he noticed the way you paused, lifting your gaze to meet his and suddenly you were both imagining the same thing: kissing the other person. 

Your gaze dropped to his lips, tracing their shape. He has such a beautiful mouth….He found himself wondering if your lips would feel as soft as they looked. The moment stretched out, the only sounds in the room the knocking of your heart against your breastbone, the audible inhale and shaky exhale of Carlo’s breath.

And then the doors to the library swung open, scattering the moment like sand in a violent breeze.

“There ya are. I’ve been lookin’ all over for you.” Silvio sauntered in, shaking his head, golden earrings swinging with the movement. “You’re still my aide, ya know, Carlo. I ain’t got all night to wait while you two practice your little show.” He stopped walking, taking in the blush spreading across your cheeks and the way Carlo had immediately shoved his chair away from yours. Blue eyes snapped from you to him like taunt sails in the wind and then a slow, wicked smile claimed the prince’s handsome face.

“Looks like I'm interrupted somethin’.”

You sprang to your feet, dipping into a quick curtsy. 

“Prince Silvio. We were just going over the edits to the play I made.”

Silvio cocked his head, moonlight-colored hair falling to one side as he continued to grin. “Yeah I saw.” He paused, considering his next words. “Well I hate to break up ya’ little rehearsal or whatever but I need my man here.”

Carlo nodded, brushing down the front of his shirt. “Of course, your Highness.” He turned to you, not meeting your gaze as he pointed to the papers on the table. “May I borrow these in preparation for tomorrow?”

“Of course,” you answered, the words coming out a touch too fast, stumbling on each other’s heels. “I remember which lines I transcribed. I can study them from the original.”

Amusement has Silvio’s eyes gleaming like coins in the sunlight. The sardonic curve of his mouth told you both how much he was looking forward to whatever happened tomorrow. He turned on his heel, jewelry jangling and snapped his fingers as he strode out of the library, but whether the motion was a signal for Carlo to hurry up or simply a sign of his glee at the situation he had forced you into was unclear.

Carlo started after him, holding the papers you painstakingly wrote carefully to his chest. Suddenly he stopped mid-step, turning to look your way one last time. Your eyes locked and then he gave you a quick bow.

“Until tomorrow.” He glanced up quickly, and then in a softer tone, added your name to the thought. The sound of it coming from his lips, rounded by that accent, sent a flare of warmth from your stomach up through your face. Every nerve in your body felt incandescent and alive. You managed to incline your head in return, hoping he didn’t notice the flush you knew was rolling across your skin.

When the library door closed behind him, you found your legs too shaky to support your weight and you sank back down into the wooden chair, drawing in several deep breaths. 

How did I get here, you wondered, hand pressed against your midsection as if calming the tornado of butterflies that had taken residence within.

And what am I going to do?

Today:

Carlo is a marvel. Never would you have expected the quiet, seemingly shy attendant to step out from behind the red velvet curtains and become the witty, bold sailor who enchants the mermaid princess. He strides across the stage, a new man, shoulders wide as if challenging the world to even try and burden them. Sometimes, as he delivers his lines, you recognize shades of Silvio in the lilt of his voice, the swagger in his movements. Carlo mirrors the Benitoite prince as he brazenly proclaims his love for you, swearing to fight the seven seas themselves if it means he is allowed to be yours. He makes it easy, so very easy, to slip into your role as the lovestruck siren, completely taken by this man, wondering if she could risk everything to be with him.

You’ve arrived at the turning point of the play, the moment when the mermaid princess has had enough of denying her feelings and makes the decision to follow her heart. How does she do this? By interrupting a passionate rant, grabbing handfuls of his shirt and yanking him towards her, stopping the flow of words with a kiss.

Carlo is pacing, his lines flying from his lips, memorized with the same perfection he uses to calculate wind rates and ship speeds. His hands, glinting with golden rings under the bright stage lighting, are as active as his mouth, punctuating his words with gestures, emphasizing his embattled state of being in love and never wanting to wonder what could have been.

And then it feels like a dream, like you really are swimming underwater as you cross the stage to where he is standing, roughly gathering the soft white cloth of his tunic in both hands. You pull him to you, leaning up to press your lips against his.

The ocean roars in your ears the moment they touch. The stage, the gathered audience of royals and nobles, the cavernous ballroom where the performance is taking place, the dazzling stage lights. All of it is swept away, like the sea raking its fingernails over the shore and pulling sand along with it. All you know now is the shape of his mouth as it fits against yours, the feel of his arms as they wrap around you and pull you tightly against the safeguard of his body. It is both electrifyingly new and astonishingly familiar, as if your body already knows something your mind doesn't. His lips part and he seeks entrance to your mouth, brazen as the wind when it plucks at a ship’s sails, snapping them to and fro. There is no resistance. You yield, softening in his arms, relinquishing your hold on his shirt to run your hands down his sides, around his body, palms pressing possessively against the small of his back. You are sinking, down, down, into the taste of his mouth, the heat of his embrace. Still waters run not only deep but hot, full of unexpected fervor and heart-stirring excitement. 

You have no idea how long you kissed, the time it takes a wave to caress the shore once, twice, fifty times. What you do know is when you finally break apart, the audience is motionless, breathless, hanging on the edge of their seats, and in Carlo’s midnight gaze you see truth, burning like the fire of a thousand stars.

In the front row, arms loosely crossed, Silvio Ricci smiles slowly. Knowingly. His instincts had been right and he practically glows with the satisfaction of it all. Benitoite will likely be seeing much more of the Rhodolite ambassador. Che bello.

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[eggcompany]

Castiel The Hottest Oddest Duck Part 2

Cas was smiling behind his hand as he swung his feet back and forth from where he sat on one of the garden swings covered in fake flowers. He likes the swings, simple, wooden, place where he could sit with all the other pretty girls and be ogled at. He had on his white dress tonight. It was their anniversary after all. Four years since they officially became boyfriends. Or girlfriends when they were in the club. 

So Cas was swinging in his poofy white dress, thick white socks covering his legs up to his thighs, showing only a sliver of his thighs below the lacy hem. He liked that his sleeves went down to his wrists, covering his arms so he didn’t have to shave. He was wearing his long black wig, the thick one that was a gift from Dean for their first anniversary. It was the same pitch dark as his real hair but hung just above his elbows. He’d done his own makeup, the style he liked. Nature but feminizing, soft pink lipstick. 

He looked down over the railing of the candy colored platform down into the darkness of the bar. The remodel of the club really called more people in, more rooms, more stages, places for everyone. The platform that overlooked the club for anyone who just wanted to be pretty, dressed or not, was Cas’s favorite. Because Cas could swing forward, his toes keeping him up, and see Dean down below behind the bar. He was wearing a pair of pink panties and an apron tonight. Some eye makeup but all Dean Winchester. 

Cas smiled and kept his eyes on Dean, he was bulkier than when they first met, putting on muscle and weight. He was gorgeous. Laughing and chatting as he shook up drinks and wiped down the counters. 

Cas always wondered how Dean was so confident in his own skin, happy to get bare down to his boots and panties. Cas could never, he always wore at least a dress or skirt around other people. But Dean never pressured him to show more. 

~

“Hey Cassie, wanna go grab a drink? I know Dean’s on the bar tonight.” It was another one of the girls who really just wanted to be pretty. Or well sexy. She wore a lot of very intricate latex and leather bodysuits but she didn’t want to be touched. Just looked at. Ruby. She was a sadist but usually only took on certain kinds of subs, preferring to walk around a drink and watch. Or be watched. Cas liked her enough . 

“I told him I wouldn’t drink. It’s our anniversary, it’s midnight so it’s really officially our anniversary. We’re going on a trip in the morning.” Castiel said but got up anyway, slipping into the fuzzy slides he wore when he left the plush carpeted area of the platform. 

“Where are you going? Nude beach? Hookah den? Orgy?” Ruby asked, smile growing wider and wider the more she suggested. Castiel just shook his head, they already went to two of those things. Those weren’t special for anniversary trips. 

“The aquarium and then a world famous pie shop. And then we booked a room at a super luxurious hotel for the night. I’m so excited!” Cas said happily as they made their way down the spiral stairs. Castiel couldn’t help but smile. They planned the trip for months. The aquarium was one of the few spots Castiel felt completely calm. He liked the fish, the bubbles, the lights. It was magical, as Dean would say. And the pie shop Dean was so excited for, his eyes would light up like a kid. Cas couldn’t help the dreamy look in his eyes or the smile on his lips. 

He could feel all the eyes on them. Cas just kept his eyes on the back of Ruby’s head, not wanting to give anyone any ideas. He just wanted Dean. So he kept his eyes on Ruby and her outfit of the night. 

Ruby was in a tight red teddy and nine inch heels. Her hair was all done up and her makeup was painted on. Cas thought it was pretty though he would never wear anything like that. 

“My beautiful girlfriend, my angel” Dean cooed as Cas walked up to the bar, tucking some hair behind his ear. Dean looked so good, wearing his frilly pair of pink satin panties under his black apron. Cas smiled as he sat down, suddenly very focused on the feeling of his own lacy underwear rubbing against his cock. He didn’t tell Dean about the blue gem ended plug he’d slipped into himself after they had both gotten ready. 

“You want a pink lemonade, you stunning bride?” Dean asked as he leaned against the bar, nose touching Cas’s. The white dress, Dean had lovingly named it Cas’s wedding dress. It and the matching cotton socks, panties, and scrunchie, which had been left behind. 

Cas smiled and nodded, bumping their foreheads together.

“Yes please, Miss Dean Novak.” Cas answered quietly and Dean laughed and looked at Ruby who nodded. She always got the same drink. Cas liked the idea of Dean taking his last name. But liked the idea of belonging to him even more. There would never be a Dean Novak or a Castiel Winchester but the idea always made Cas feel fluttery. 

“Thank you Deanie” Cas said as the cold strawberry lemonade slipped into his hand and a kiss was pressed to his lips. 

“Thanks honey, come meet me back up here after last call at one. I’m on key duty so it’ll be a while before we get home.” Dean explained and Cas nodded, being pulled back to the platform, straw caught between his painted lips. He waved at Dean as he stumbled behind Ruby, catching one last glimpse of Dean laughing. 

~~~~~

Castiel was humming as he leaned against the rope that held up his swing. He was curled up on it now, he’d gone and got his flowy robe, one with feathered edges to keep him warm. Dean turned on some slow music, something romantic. Cas was sleepy, one foot hanging down to gently rock himself. He was just nearly asleep, the day catching up to him, alcohol making him feel warm and heavy. 

He was drinking something blue and sweet, something with tart cherry flavor too. Cas liked it. It made him feel pretty for some reason. 

He could faintly hear the light noise of the bar getting cleaned. It was late. They had to leave by noon during the day. Cas couldn’t make himself worry, he’d had such a nice night, he was going home to his beloved partner, and he felt beautiful. 

But then it was all quiet and the music was off. Cas heard faint footsteps on the staircase, watching from under his eyelashes, straw still caught between his lips. 

“Hey gorgeous, time to head home. You wanna get dressed or just trench coat it?” Dean asked as he walked to Castiel, petting the dark long hair away from the dark haired man’s face, twirling in his freshly washed fingers.  Castiel just smiled at him and nodded. 

Sometimes they had nights where it was too much work to get undressed and redressed, so Cas would just slip some sweatpants over everything and throw his long tan coat on and slip into Dean’s car in the dark. Dean understood, pressing a powder soft kiss to his lover’s forehead. 

Dean pulled Castiel to his feet, hugging him for a moment before rubbing up and down his arms, catching and squeezing his hands. 

“I would like my boots and my coat please.” Cas said plainly and followed Dean down the stairs and toward the dressing rooms. Dean pulled out their shared locker keys and sat Cas down on the bench in the middle of the dressing area.  

He pulled out Cas’s coat and his loose laced boots, handing them over before pulling out his own sweatpants and black hoodie. 

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off you Cas. You looked so nice. You know that’s my favorite dress.” Dean complimented as they both got dressed or covered up. Cas smiled as he pulled on his shoes, looking up at Dean lovingly. 

“I wore it for you.” He said and watched Dean shrug on his hoodie. 

“Well thank you. I can’t wait to get home and take it off you. And go to bed naked.” Dean answered and leaned down to kiss Cas, who smiled and rose to his feet. They stood there in the dim dressing room sharing soft kisses for a moment, happy to be content in the moment. 

“We should take a shower before bed, you smell like sours and bar cleaner.” Cas said and Dean huffed a laugh and grabbed their bags in one hand and his keys in the other. 

“Such a dirty mouth, I didn’t know such pretty things could say something so filthy” Dean said sarcastically as he pulled Cas out toward the impala. 

~~~~~

“Today’s been the best day of my life.” Castiel said as he laid breathless on his back on the biggest most comfortable bed he’s ever laid on. Dean was laid on his side beside him, hand tracing nonsense on the soft flesh of Castiel's pec. Going around all the hickies and bite marks. 

They had just had the best date ever. They slept in till ten, Dean made breakfast (and got a blowjob), the lines at the aquarium were short, Cas laughed at sea slugs, Dean cried over pie, and the hotel room was romantic and huge. It had a view which Cas was enjoying in his robe when Dean had got done in the shower. The sex was great, Cas thought. Dean put on music, made sure to bring Cas’s favorite condoms, and they came together. It was the best regular vanilla sex they’d ever had. Probably. Cas didn’t wanna try and rank all the sex they ever had. It was too much for his orgasm blissed brain. 

And maybe he doesn't hear Dean quite right when he speaks. 

“We should get married.” Dean said conversationally. Cas blinked a few times before facing his partner. “What?” He was sure he didn’t quite hear that right. Dean looked at him, eyes steady, hand stilling where it laid over Castiel’s heart. 

“We should get married. We could get a new place, get a dog, see where life leads us.” Dean said quietly, green eyes full of sincerity. Cas felt like his very heart was being grabbed. Dean Winchester already owned his heart and soul but… Cas was never really sure if he owned Dean’s. 

“Do you mean that? You want to be married… to me?” Castiel asked, looking at his own chest where Dean’s hand laid against his bare skin. Dean smiled and rubbed up and down with his thumb. 

“I would love to be married to you. Double deal too, handsome brilliant husband, sexy little wife.” Dean jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Cas looked at him, eyebrows raised, unsure but intrigued. One of Dean’s favorite looks, one that had the dirty blonde leaning in close to wrap his arm around Cas’s middle. 

“We could get a cabin somewhere, away from everything.” Dean said it quietly into the skin of Cas’s shoulder, like it was a secret. He moved to kiss under the stubbly jaw and whisper another promise into Cas’s pale skin. 

“Could hide away from all the eyes, be who we are together. Husbands, wives, doesn’t matter if we’re together.” Dean said it like a prayer, right into Cas’s ear. 

“Dean…” The other man said like a warning, like he had to make sure Dean was sure. Dean just sat up on his elbow, hand coming up to cradle Cas’s jaw, staring right into his blue eyes. 

“I mean to Cas. I love you. I want to spend my entire life with you, I never want to be away from you. I want everyone to know that you’re mine, and I’m yours. I want us to be us. Forever.” Dean spoke with his entire heart, Cas could feel it. As he spoke Dean reached down and pulled Cas’s hand into his own, squeezing it, just to get his point across. 

Cas teared up, he was never very good at having feelings. Never very good at reminding Dean that he loved him, never very good at letting his love be known, never very good at being a good boyfriend. But here his love was, saying the words Cas had only ever dreamed of. 

“Please just say yes, I can hear your brain.” Dean said with a smile. Cas sniffled as he realized just how hard he was already crying. 

“Please marry me, Dean Winchester.” Cas said through sobs as he was pulled up into a hug. He couldn’t help how hard he cried, it was… it was everything he ever wanted. It was dreams coming true. 

“Took you long enough Cas.” Dean said and held onto his fiance . Cas just cried and held onto Dean as tightly as he could. 

~~~~~

“You’re not being a Novak.” Cas said plainly as he walked into the kitchen, eyes stuck on the fridge just to the right of Dean’s half naked body. Dean smiled and turned around, pan of scrambled eggs and spatula in hand to dump them onto the awaiting plate. 

“No?” Dean asked and Cas sat down, staring at the countertop. He shook his head, eyebrows scrunched together. 

“No. I’m going to be a Winchester. I think that's the better choice. I don’t want to be married to Dean Novak. I’ll be… I’ll be Castiel Winchester.” Castiel said and finally looked up at Dean, nodding with his mind firmly made up. 

“Dirty talk at breakfast, I like this version of you Cassie.” Dean said and brought over two steaming cups of coffee before sitting beside Cas on the barstools. Cas took one and took a big drink. It was just how he liked it. Mostly milk and sugar. He leaned his face into Dean’s naked shoulder. 

“Miss Winchester, is your husband home? I don’t think he’d like to see you hanging off someone like me.” Dean said in a fake deep voice. Cas giggled, that was something Dean did, he had learned. He pretended that he wasn’t Dean, it was a joke, and Cas liked it. Because Dean was Dean whether or not he liked it. 

“You’re my husband, Miss Winchester.” Castiel mumbled into the tan skin of Dean’s arm before leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

“Damn right I am.” Dean said and kissed Cas for a long moment before dishing out their breakfasts. 

~~~~~

“It’s perfect. It’s the best place ever on earth.” Castiel said through teary eyes as he stood on the porch of the house Dean had found for them. It was in budget, small, but private. It overlooked a valley, was surrounded by trees, and the closest neighbors were a mile away. They were the end of the road so no one would drive past them, it had a garage for baby, and it had space enough for Dean’s woodworking and carpentry tools. It was perfect.

“I knew you’d love it. Our own little castle on the mountain, huh.” Dean said and hugged his husband. It was the best place. There was enough space for them, a dog, a garden, and they could fuck outside. Best place they’d found. 

“Let’s go for it.” Cas said and nodded. He could see himself growing old here. And maybe fucking Dean over the porch railing. But that could come later. 

~~~~~

“The beard works on you. The greys really make you look handsome. Believe me.” Cas said as he sat down next to Dean on their couch. Miracle huffed in his dog bed and Cas rolled his eyes at the dog. Dramaqueen. 

Dean smiled and leaned over to kiss his wife. Castiel liked Wife. He fell into his more feminine side as he aged. He was 56 now and all they did all day was work around the cabin and have sex and watch movies. He could be a man and be a wife if he chose that. 

Plus if anyone came to their house, they knew to either call ahead or get what you get. The Winchester Cabin was a wild place. Just ask Sam, he once wanted to ‘surprise’ Dean and drove up on Cas getting railed against the hood of Baby in a sundress and floppy hat. 

“You like the beard because now you’re not the only one getting greys.” Dean sassed back. It was no secret he loved it when Cas started getting grey hair first, or at all. Dean liked so see Cas being beautiful and grey haired Cas was fucking stunning. 

“I can’t believe I met you because I was horny.” Cas said flatly, which made Dean crack up laughing. 

“I can’t believe I met you because I was called in to cover the other bartender.” Dean said with a smile. They shared a few more kisses. It was perfect. Exactly how Cas dreamed. It was so perfect, how it happened or what came next or what would happen if Dean got hurt or what if something horrible happened or-

“I’m gonna hyperventilate.” Cas said before Dean was hugging him, taking in slow breaths. 

“You’re so weird. I love you.” Dean said as Cas hugged him back and slowly breathed in rhythm with him. 

“I love you too.” Cas said before crawling into Dean’s lap. It was where he belonged. 

<- Previous Chapter

[when-i-wake-if]

Some quick important information before we get to the ros descriptions!

Firstly I have lovely nicknamed the MCs to differentiate them easily

MC 1 is Dawn and when I mention them I will use Orange colour!

MC 2 is Dusk and their colour is Purple

Secondly, this game is technically a side project to @wanted-game-if and will update in shorter parts but will still probably be as long as my other IF

If you have any questions about the game, MCs or anything really feel free to send asks!!

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Dawns ROs

Xeno || Xe/Xem || 21 || Human

Description ~ Short coily dark brown hair, lean build with a Bronze complexion, dark green eyes, Nubian nose, Xyr height is 5’11, Xe has a full tattoo sleeve on Xes right arm and a tattoo on the side of Xyr neck when outside of work Xeno tends to wear ripped black jeans, no sleeve neck length shirt, runners and a bunch of rings, necklaces and one stud earring.

Selena || She/Her || ?? || Ghost

Description ~ Shoulder-length ginger hair that is curled at the tips, She has a chubby build and pale skin, greyish blue eyes, a button nose, height if she could stand on the floor would be 5’3, freckles kiss her face and shoulders, she forever dressed in a light blue tea length swing dress and stockings with a pair of black flats, adorned in pearl earrings and necklace, to most she appears slightly translucent

Brier || He/Him or She/Her || Gender selectable|| 228 || Vampire

Description ~ Chin length afro-textured dark brown hair, Slim build and ebony complexion, Dark red eyes, button nose, height 5’7, outside of work they typically wear wide cuff pants, cropped blouse with a sweetheart collar, 4-inch heels or black dress shoes, round glasses, realistic heart shaped earrings, ruby necklace, silver rings

Míng || They/He || 30 || Dragon

Description ~ bleached white shoulder-length hair, lean build light brown complexion, black sclera and piercing yellow iris, flat nose height being 5'7, scales litter their body colours mainly being yellow and orange with some red ones sprinkled in, typically wears graphic tees , with a worn-out black bomber jacket, cargo pants and platform boots

Both MCs

Is || she/her, he/him or they/them || Gender selectable || ??? || Minor God of death {and dreams}

Description~ Long straight black hair that reaches past their ass typically in some kind of intricate hairstyle with silver jewellery woven in, curvy build with a tanned complexion, pale white eyes, roman nose, height 8,5 when not forced to dress modestly they are always wearing a short dress with a marabou robe or a satin robe and six-inch heels, adorned in many silver bracelets, necklaces, rings and flower earrings and they have belly button piercing

Dusks ROs

Sire || He/Him || 26 || Kelpie

Description ~ Shoulder length wavy dark green hair so dark it almost appears black Sire's hair always seems to look wet/damp, he has a dad bod and Ivory complexion, black eyes, Greek nose, His height is on the slightly shorter side standing at 5’4, usually wearing black leather pants, dress shoes and a button up shirt that never fully buttoned up

Loralie || They/Them || 24 || Siren

Description ~ Mid back length black goddess braids, Athletic Swimmer build and Dark brown complexion with dark blueish grey scales scattered about, piercing grey eyes, Flat nose, height 6’2, a large scar down the middle of their chest, gills most noticeable upon their neck, outside of work they typically wear cargo pants, muscle shirt, converse shoes, a gold locket, dangle earrings, spectrum piercing

Joshua || He/They || 20 || Werewolf

Description ~ Short messy dirty blonde hair, muscular build and tan complexion, amber eyes, Greek nose though it has obviously been broken in the past, scar along the right of their jaw, freckles speckled over his face, height 6’0, typically wears work boots, jeans and a muscle shirt with a flannel jacket

Z || She/He/They || ?? || Undead

Description ~ Messy straight chin length black hair with strands of grey hairs throughout, skinny build and pale olive and appears slightly greeny yellowish, black eyes, hawk nose, the height of 5'6 the left corner of her mouth is carved away revealing most of their teeth and flesh and their left hands pinky and ring finger are just bone the surrounding area seems to have a hideous burn scar though he typically covers it up by wearing white gloves, black turtle neck, beige torn pants and two different pairs of dirty runners

So this isn't absolutely everything but it is the most prominent thing of their appearances

The synopsis for the story will be coming hopefully by the end of May along with some more technical side I hope for the demo to come out in late August or early September we will see how things go

[moonlit-mystery-writer]

Not directly related to the ask meme, but what does Celeste look like? Do you have pictures of her?

All my references for her aren’t complete yet, but yes!! Here they are and here’s a description of all her outfits and accessories from her profile that’s not up yet! And here's a post all about her tattoos that might update soon lol!

Eye Colour: Dark cobalt blue

Hair Colour: White, opalescent shimmer

Hair Length : Mid-back

Skin Tone : Fair, pretty pale

Height: 5’4/162 cm

Weight: 122 lbs/54 kg

Body Type: Hourglass

Cup Size: FF

Everyday wear - Black tank top with lace, violet front tie sheer mesh cardigan, dark violet velvet midi skirt, black platform boots, silver moon and stars belt.

Business - Dark teal chiffon top with bell sleeves and keyhole tie front in an abstract floral pattern, black slacks, black chunky heeled shoes, silver moon and stars belt.

Missions - Black spandex leotard, black leather fingerless gloves, black boots with steel heels.

Sleepwear - Oversized and faded band t-shirt, men’s boxers as sleep shorts. All her husbands’ clothes before their curse.

Everyday Accessories - Small silver hoop earrings, gold star or sun shaped studs, small diamond stud earrings. (Her ears are pierced in three locations) Large gold sun necklace with opal, black choker with crescent moon charm, and average length necklace with a small .50 carat diamond charm (a gift from Skull). 

Before Aria turned 18, she wore the Sky pacifier herself on a necklace chain. She didn’t want her kid to have it.

Left Hand: A 3 carat moissanite silver wedding ring on ring finger, a Claddagh ring on her middle finger with the heart pointed down, opal ring with gold band on index finger, silver lily on pinky finger. Chunky, silver star bracelet.

Right Hand: Silver family ring with rose in the middle of the crest on middle finger, purple star sapphire ring with silver band on ring finger, gold, rounded crown ring with small rubies on pinky finger, oval shaped rose quartz ring with silver band on index finger. Silver locket bracelet (picture of kid Aria and Xanxus inside)

[bridgyrose]

One hundred and twelve days. It had been one hundred and twelve days since Penny had been rebuilt after her death at Beacon, every day filled with training to keep her from falling once again. Every day became a new challenge. A different grimm to fight that was caught from the tundra, missions to clear out caves and tunnels that the grimm like to rest in, all in an attempt to hone her skills. 

“Penny Polendina.” 

Penny jumped up as she heard her name being called by General Ironwood, saluting him as she looked up at him. “Yes, General?” 

Ironwood looked her over before motioning her to follow him. “Its time for your test.” 

Penny gave a quiet nod as she followed him, running the protocols that she normally did for each training session. She gave a little skip as she tested the thrusters in her boots, pleased that they were still working as needed. Her swords started to make their way out of her back as she tested their movement again, putting them away once she confirmed everything was working. Thrusters: on standby, weapons: ready, power levels: ninety percent, plenty of time before her next recharge was needed. Ready for anything she was going to be put up against. 

Or atleast, she thought she was. Penny nearly froze as she laid eyes on Amity Arena, memories flooding in when she felt the wires of her swords wrap around her. She put her hand on her arm, nearly squeezing it like she had seen Ruby do to calm herself in a panic attack before closing her eyes and purging the memories of her death. They were unnecessary. Distractions that would keep her from doing everything she needed to be the protector of Atlas. 

“I know it wasnt that long ago that you were here and killed,” Ironwood started as he led her down to the arena floor. “But this will be your final test to prove that you’re ready to defend Atlas. You wont have to worry about grimm or any of the training bots that Specialist Schnee liked to put you up against. Instead, we’ll consider this… target practice.” 

“I am not sure I understand,” Penny said as she followed Ironwood down to the bottom of the arena, looking around at the rebuilt stands. She could remember where everyone was sitting that day, how Ruby was there one moment and then gone the next, that Weiss and Blake had chosen to skip out to go around the festival grounds, Yang being on house arrest until the end of the tournament. Her fingers twitched as she held onto each memory, trying to focus on everything in front of her. “If I am not fighting grimm, then what will be my targets?” 

“Images of those who you’re supposed to protect Atlas from. I’ll give you a few minutes to prepare before we start.” 

Penny nodded as she watched General Ironwood make his way up to the control room, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on the task at hand. All she had to do was destroy the targets that appear, prove she can be the protector of Atlas. Defeat the targets, become the protector of Atlas. 

The arena started to awaken and Penny opened her eyes as she watched the floor open up and hard light platforms started to appear. Then, she saw the targets as the appeared: small disks with the faces of past enemies of Atlas. It only took a moment for her to start tracking them as they moved around with the platforms, powering up her thrusters as she took to the air. With a blast of energy, she shot at the first target, releasing a shower of sparks. Then, she shot at the next target, running through the sparks that came from the targets. Her vision faltered for a moment as she landed on one of the platforms, losing track of the targets. 

“Dont falter now, Penny,” Ironwood said through the speaker system. “Only a few more targets.” 

Penny nodded as her vision started to clear up and she was able to start tracking the targets again. She rushed through, slicing through the rest of the targets as showers of sparks fell over her, only one thing in mind: to become a weapon for Atlas. As she sliced through the last target, she felt her body start to power down and her thrusters give out, finally powering down as she slammed onto the arena floor. 

“Penny?” Pietro asked. “Are you awake now?” 

Penny slowly woke up as her body powered back on, memories a haze of data filled with holes. “Did… did I pass the general’s test?” 

Pietro smiled, almost relieved that Penny was awake. “Yes, you did. Though you took a bit of a beating to go through whatever he wanted you for.” 

Penny looked over herself, patches of her synthetic skin singed along with a few patches missing from her landing. She moved her arm, hearing the joints grind. “I-I remember powering down and falling..” her eyes went blank as she tried to remember, unable to recall much beyond the desire to be a weapon, a protector for Atlas at the General’s disposal. “It must have been classified. I… I can not remember.” 

“I’ll repair the damage, and then you can go see the General. Mentioned something about an airship not responding with the right landing codes.” 

Penny nodded and closed her eyes to put herself into standby mode until her repairs were completed. She’d need to be in her best condition to protect Atlas, and if an airship made it through the blockade, then Atlas would need its weapon to keep it safe.