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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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Hello? Hi? Ah. Sorry for my unexpected hiatus. Again... I've tried breaking this hiatus but life is somehow an expert at keeping me from writing. Other than writer's block, real-life responsibilities have been keeping me from the time to tend to match up requests and the Phantom of the Opera fanfic. I deeply apologize to the people who looked forward to it... Rest assured, I will do my utmost best to get this lair back on track! Hmmm.. I've also thought of clearing my inbox, but I'm reluctant to do so... As of now, I'm thinking of keeping them. I'd still love to make matchups for these people who requested in the past... Once again, I deeply apologize for the inconvenience..!
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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Oh??? Normally, I'd rather keep my writing blog consist of only writing. But just this once... Maybe I'd indulge a bit..
You have my gratitude for considering me on this invitation, Byul!
Perhaps I'll bring... Wishes and dreams to this party. Do pardon for my lack of chaos. Or would you rather I bring simpery along?
I shall be inviting... Anyone who'd love to join in. @hotaru-no-yume? @fandom-kitsune? @lettuserena? @jj-star? @cttrajan1206? Dear wishers?
DASH Party Invitation: You have been invited!
Dear (Your preferred alias/name),
You have been invited to my DASH Party, anyone and everyone is welcome!
To be able to join, reblog this and and say what you’ll bring, then tag anyone you wanna bring with you to the party!
tagging: @justsidecharacterthings @cerasus–flores @cerise-jolie-jennie and anyone that wants to join <3
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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Hi ho! I'm new to your blog and I just read your "An eclipse has Come..." Fic and oh my goodness and it's so cool and amazing!!! 😭💗💗
Hope your doing well and stay hydrated!
- 🥀 (Wilted Anon)
Oh?? A new visitor? Welcome! Ahh, and thank you for the compliment..! Although, there are numerous parts in which I could've done better, I thank you for your compliment!
Please make sure to take good care of yourself, yes? I do hope that you'll look forward to the incoming chapters!
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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For some reason, I had seemingly forgotten to port this announcement of mine. My sincerest apologies.. A poll had been taken several months ago regarding who shall be casted s the Phantom of a fic I'm currently working on. As some of you may remember, it's a battle between our beloved Azul and Vil. I won't be spoiling on who the winner is since I have revealed the victor in this... Announcement of mine. As for those who have voted on the one who have rooted for the other, do keep on a look-out. For I will be making a smll fic to compensate for those who rooted for the chracter who didn't win the poll. It'll be... A long one.
𝕬𝖓 𝕰𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊..
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From the depths of sleep, you surface into the waking world, laid on a bed, shaped like a boat with a nest of red silk and velvet pillows. In this dark lair located under the opera theater, what provided light were only the numerous candles that sat atop the intricate antique candelabras. The cascading fabrics of white tainted with time decorated the dark grey walls of the small lair with the pieces and pillars of elegant curls and spirals of gold aged with time. A turn of your head and your (e/c) eyes landed on a looming pipe organ perched atop an elevated ground, an empty stool accompanying the large instrument.
"I see, we've met again."
A voice reached your ears, unfamiliar yet familiar. Another turn of your head. (E/c) eyes made contact with golden amber eyes. "Do you perhaps remember me, dearest wisher?" He leaned on the headboard of the bed on which you lay on. As you were about to answer, the golden-haired man stood on his full height and walked past your form, walking towards the organ.
"A change has been made. The role of the Phantom, given to someone else." Climbing up the small set of stairs that led to the organ, the man lingered in front of the pipe organ, humming a familiar tune, as mesmerizing as the night.
"... Learning of the casting, I had to change it or else I'd face a boot on my face.." The man shuddered as his golden-amber eyes looked into the distance, recalling the time in which a certain beauty stormed to his lair.
"Ah, right... Before we get distracted." The golden-haired man turned around, facing you. "I don't recall that I've reintroduced myself." With a tilt of his head, his eyes glimmered with amusement, "Once again, you may have come to know me as Storian. Don't forget of this face, yes?" He winked as he walked down the stairs and held a hand out for you to take, "Come. I'm sure that you're looking forward to whoever took on the role of the Phantom."
With the help of Storian, you were finally off the bed. In a blink of an eye and you felt the familiar coolness of the night wrap you in an embrace. The candle-lit lair disappeared as you found yourselves in a smaller area, filled with bouquets, a vanity on one side, a full-body mirror located on another side. With your hand on top of Storian's, he led you in front of the full-body mirror.
Taking his place behind you, he patted your shoulder. "Behind that mirror is the Phantom that will star in your story. The Phantom to your Christine, the frame sitting atop the vanity shows the Raoul to your Christine." With that explanation, he finally took his steps back as you turned your head to face the mirror.
Mirror on the Wall,
Who is the Phantom that lingers upon the shadows?
The longer you stare into the mirror, the more entranced you felt, the closer you tried to look, the faint silhouette of a chandelier appeared in the mirror. The heavy curtains of red lifted, showing the stage. A figure cloaked in a black cape was what you saw, standing in the middle of the stage.
The hat sitting atop his head prevented you from satisfying your curiosity. With a lift of his head, a silver lock of hair was what you saw, a mole on the lower left side of his lips.
"Sing for me."
Staring back at you was the sky blue eyes of Azul Ashengrotto, a mask engraved with the design of a nautilus shell covering the upper right of his face.
"It seems that we've got ourselves not a ghost, but a witch... The Witch of the Opera..." Storian hummed to himself as he rested his chin on his hands. "Now, I believe it's time for us to find out who shall compete against the Phantom for your love." Storian led you away from the full-body mirror.
Despite being escorted away from the full-body mirror and towards the vanity, your eyes couldn't tear away from the full-body mirror, his sky blue eyes catching your (e/c) eyes. Bringing a hand up, he extended his gloved hand for you to take. With your eyes still connecting with sky blue ones, your brought your hand up, slow and weighing with hesitation despite the need to take his hand. Your Angel of Music was there, on the other side of the mirror. The urge to take his hand was strong. Had it not been for the voice of Storian snapping you out of your trance, who knew what would've happened as you took his hand.
"Well then!!"
As you were brought back to reality, you wasted not a second as you looked at the man beside you. Greeted by the knowing look of Storian, it didn't take long until you averted your eyes, fidgeting with your fingers and flowing white clothes. Standing rooted to the ground, you have almost forgotten why you were in front of the vanity until the young man beside you decided to speak, amusement lacing his words.
"The story has not yet started, and yet you're already bewitched." Storian walked towards the vanity and leaned on it. "I'll give you the honors of uncovering the picture from the sea of bouquets." Lifting his weight from the vanity, he took his place behind you once again as his golden-amber eyes observed the abundance of bouquets in the Prima Donna's dressing room. While the man busied himself as he looked at the bouquets gathered in the dressing room, you walked towards the vanity, claiming your spot in front of the vanity, carefully moved the bundled flowers aside as you found the small, wooden frame of a picture amid a sea of colorful flowers.
With the vanity now clear of bouquets, you found a single red rose delicately place beside the framed picture of the viscount. Slate grey eyes stared back at you as wine-red locks framed his face. Illuminated by the warm glow of the candles, you found yourself taking in every detail of the picture. Hidden behind his serene expression was the stern glint in his eyes.
Despite the sternness of his expression, you felt a comforting warmth brush over you like delicate curtains dancing through the wind's graceful melody; it was a contrast to the chilling yet enchanting spell of the masked man from the mirror.
Eyes drifted off towards the single rose tied with a ribbon of black wrapped around its stem. A small lavender and red gem delicately sat upon the center of the ribbon bow. As your fingers wrapped around the stem, your eyelids began to close like the heavy stage curtains upon the stage. (E/c) eyes looked up from the rose. Your eyes found nothing but your reflection through the vanity.
With the first notes of the pipe organ, you felt yourself sink back down into the arms of Hypnos.
As your eyelids fell down like curtains covering the stage, your last sight was that of a mirror with not of your reflection, not even of the figure of the silver-haired Witch of the Opera,
But of the Queen of the Opera.
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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𝕬𝖓 𝕰𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊..
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From the depths of sleep, you surface into the waking world, laid on a bed, shaped like a boat with a nest of red silk and velvet pillows. In this dark lair located under the opera theater, what provided light were only the numerous candles that sat atop the intricate antique candelabras. The cascading fabrics of white tainted with time decorated the dark grey walls of the small lair with the pieces and pillars of elegant curls and spirals of gold aged with time. A turn of your head and your (e/c) eyes landed on a looming pipe organ perched atop an elevated ground, an empty stool accompanying the large instrument.
"I see, we've met again."
A voice reached your ears, unfamiliar yet familiar. Another turn of your head. (E/c) eyes made contact with golden amber eyes. "Do you perhaps remember me, dearest wisher?" He leaned on the headboard of the bed on which you lay on. As you were about to answer, the golden-haired man stood on his full height and walked past your form, walking towards the organ.
"A change has been made. The role of the Phantom, given to someone else." Climbing up the small set of stairs that led to the organ, the man lingered in front of the pipe organ, humming a familiar tune, as mesmerizing as the night.
"... Learning of the casting, I had to change it or else I'd face a boot on my face.." The man shuddered as his golden-amber eyes looked into the distance, recalling the time in which a certain beauty stormed to his lair.
"Ah, right... Before we get distracted." The golden-haired man turned around, facing you. "I don't recall that I've reintroduced myself." With a tilt of his head, his eyes glimmered with amusement, "Once again, you may have come to know me as Storian. Don't forget of this face, yes?" He winked as he walked down the stairs and held a hand out for you to take, "Come. I'm sure that you're looking forward to whoever took on the role of the Phantom."
With the help of Storian, you were finally off the bed. In a blink of an eye and you felt the familiar coolness of the night wrap you in an embrace. The candle-lit lair disappeared as you found yourselves in a smaller area, filled with bouquets, a vanity on one side, a full-body mirror located on another side. With your hand on top of Storian's, he led you in front of the full-body mirror.
Taking his place behind you, he patted your shoulder. "Behind that mirror is the Phantom that will star in your story. The Phantom to your Christine, the frame sitting atop the vanity shows the Raoul to your Christine." With that explanation, he finally took his steps back as you turned your head to face the mirror.
Mirror on the Wall,
Who is the Phantom that lingers upon the shadows?
The longer you stare into the mirror, the more entranced you felt, the closer you tried to look, the faint silhouette of a chandelier appeared in the mirror. The heavy curtains of red lifted, showing the stage. A figure cloaked in a black cape was what you saw, standing in the middle of the stage.
The hat sitting atop his head prevented you from satisfying your curiosity. With a lift of his head, a silver lock of hair was what you saw, a mole on the lower left side of his lips.
"Sing for me."
Staring back at you was the sky blue eyes of Azul Ashengrotto, a mask engraved with the design of a nautilus shell covering the upper right of his face.
"It seems that we've got ourselves not a ghost, but a witch... The Witch of the Opera..." Storian hummed to himself as he rested his chin on his hands. "Now, I believe it's time for us to find out who shall compete against the Phantom for your love." Storian led you away from the full-body mirror.
Despite being escorted away from the full-body mirror and towards the vanity, your eyes couldn't tear away from the full-body mirror, his sky blue eyes catching your (e/c) eyes. Bringing a hand up, he extended his gloved hand for you to take. With your eyes still connecting with sky blue ones, your brought your hand up, slow and weighing with hesitation despite the need to take his hand. Your Angel of Music was there, on the other side of the mirror. The urge to take his hand was strong. Had it not been for the voice of Storian snapping you out of your trance, who knew what would've happened as you took his hand.
"Well then!!"
As you were brought back to reality, you wasted not a second as you looked at the man beside you. Greeted by the knowing look of Storian, it didn't take long until you averted your eyes, fidgeting with your fingers and flowing white clothes. Standing rooted to the ground, you have almost forgotten why you were in front of the vanity until the young man beside you decided to speak, amusement lacing his words.
"The story has not yet started, and yet you're already bewitched." Storian walked towards the vanity and leaned on it. "I'll give you the honors of uncovering the picture from the sea of bouquets." Lifting his weight from the vanity, he took his place behind you once again as his golden-amber eyes observed the abundance of bouquets in the Prima Donna's dressing room. While the man busied himself as he looked at the bouquets gathered in the dressing room, you walked towards the vanity, claiming your spot in front of the vanity, carefully moved the bundled flowers aside as you found the small, wooden frame of a picture amid a sea of colorful flowers.
With the vanity now clear of bouquets, you found a single red rose delicately place beside the framed picture of the viscount. Slate grey eyes stared back at you as wine-red locks framed his face. Illuminated by the warm glow of the candles, you found yourself taking in every detail of the picture. Hidden behind his serene expression was the stern glint in his eyes.
Despite the sternness of his expression, you felt a comforting warmth brush over you like delicate curtains dancing through the wind's graceful melody; it was a contrast to the chilling yet enchanting spell of the masked man from the mirror.
Eyes drifted off towards the single rose tied with a ribbon of black wrapped around its stem. A small lavender and red gem delicately sat upon the center of the ribbon bow. As your fingers wrapped around the stem, your eyelids began to close like the heavy stage curtains upon the stage. (E/c) eyes looked up from the rose. Your eyes found nothing but your reflection through the vanity.
With the first notes of the pipe organ, you felt yourself sink back down into the arms of Hypnos.
As your eyelids fell down like curtains covering the stage, your last sight was that of a mirror with not of your reflection, not even of the figure of the silver-haired Witch of the Opera,
But of the Queen of the Opera.
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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Hello!! Its 👾 from the previous ask,, im not entirely sure it sent but also if i had sent it while requests are closed im very sorry about that and please ignore the ask qksnwmsjene have a nice day!
Ah, hello there! Sadly, my requests are closed, but... I might've missed seeing wishes fall into my lair. My requests are still closed, but I'll be keeping your request and answering it! Hopefully, I'll be able to with all this hectic schedule.
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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Hello, I hope your life is treating you well! If not, then I hope that the rough chapter of your life will pass quickly!
Ps. Can I be 🐆Anon?
Oh??? My, my, a visitor? Welcome to my silent lair, dearest visitor! Ah, right... Thank you for this kind message of yours, 🐆 anon. I hope that life has been treating you kindly as well. I never expected to be greeted with such a heartwarming message..!
And yes, welcome to my lair, 🐆 anon!
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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Hiya! I sent a request for headcanons for an s/o dealing with sensory overload, may I change it to a scenario? If not, thats alright
Thanks!
A request of a reader with sensory overload... I'm afraid a request like that has been sent in my inbox... Perhaps Tumblr has been messing around once again. If you don't mind, is it alright if you send it again?
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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Hello hello! I have a question about requests! Are you alright with darker themes such as mental health or gore?
Ahh, hello there!! Hmm.. Requests involving mental health is alright! As for gore... It depends. Just please expect me to put any requests involving gore under a cut and a warning to accompany it.
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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ℜ𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰:
✨ Themes like Yandere and NSFW are not allowed.
✨ Please specify your desired pronouns. If no pronouns are specified, I will automatically use they/them.
✨ Please specify if you'd like your request to be platonic or romantic.
✨ NRC students and staffs are available for requests. Characters like Ortho are automatically platonic.
𝔄 𝔏𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔦𝔯
Ahh... Given duties can be a tedious task. Words can't describe how I've missed writing for this Lair.
Hmm... I believe that perhaps I can keep this lair active...
Ah! I have an idea! Tell me, dearest dreamers, what do you think of a short scenario?
Send me some requests, and perhaps I can make a little story out of it!
Oh, and of course, romance isn't the only form of love that exists. Platonic requests are just as welcome as romantic requests! Just please tell me if you'd like it platonic or romantic.
Ah..! I forgot to say this, but please remember to specify the gender, if the gender isn't specified, the scenario's pronouns are automatically genderneutral!!
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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𝔄 𝔏𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔦𝔯
Ahh... Given duties can be a tedious task. Words can't describe how I've missed writing for this Lair.
Hmm... I believe that perhaps I can keep this lair active...
Ah! I have an idea! Tell me, dearest dreamers, what do you think of a short scenario?
Send me some requests, and perhaps I can make a little story out of it!
Oh, and of course, romance isn't the only form of love that exists. Platonic requests are just as welcome as romantic requests! Just please tell me if you'd like it platonic or romantic.
Ah..! I forgot to say this, but please remember to specify the gender, if the gender isn't specified, the scenario's pronouns are automatically genderneutral!!
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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Hai,, you haven't been active in a while,,. Im a tad worried about you going on a second unexpected hiatus,,, are you doing okay?? I hope the world is being kind to you ! Ive been a follower since the beginning and we miss u!! Please take care of yourself! Drink water!
Sending u my kindest regards,
-🌺
Ahh.. Hello, dearest wisher! Sadly, as I enter a new chapter called "School", they can be a little... Unforgiving with the duties they pile on us. As I mentioned before, I've done some writing because I've originally planned to post them once or twice a week with no delays, balancing the matchups in Phantom of the Opera fic, which I'll reveal the results in the poll on whether who won the role (Vil or Azul). Thank you for your kindness, dearest wisher! I may not be able to convey it properly, but your words have touched me. I'll be making sure to take care of myself, but remember that you take care of yourselves too!
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phantom-of-nrc · 2 years
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Hai hai! Is this blog still active?
Hopefully, it will. I've been piling all the matchups I've written as well as my Phantom of the Opera chapters! Albeit, school tends to... Be a little needy for attention. I'll try to find more time to write and post in order to be active! Sorry for the unnecessarily long wait for your requests!
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phantom-of-nrc · 3 years
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it’s like heaven’s song to me
proposal headcanons ig 
also the reader is gender neutral, but the twst boy is the one proposing btw (if ur gonna be weird abt the gender shit, pls get the fuck out of my account)
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Vil proposes twice to you. The first proposal to you is the real one, the one that he’s been planning forever for, the one where he truly spills his heart about how he wants to spend his entire life with you, the one where the man you see in front of you is Vil Schoenheit himself. Not the haughty model, not the talented actor, not the perfectionist influencer, but the dear person that you fell for and eagerly pledge your own never ending loyalty to.
His real proposal comes to you after a night out at the theater with you. He lets you choose the film, naturally, and he can’t help but laugh a little when you choose one with him in the starring lead as if it were the most absolute thing in the world. The entire time the movie runs, his gaze isn’t on the screen, but rather, it’s on you. He observes you, every curve and dip of your face, your parted lips as you take in the wonder of him playing his brilliant persona on the reflected screen, the years of his future he can envision with you at his side.
The second proposal is a proposal for the public, one that his work hounds him into doing. He makes sure that you’re comfortable with such a grand public gesture, and you can’t help but be tickled a little at the thought of declaring your love for the entire world. Vil is admittedly not as fond of the idea, but an idealistic part of his heart does flutter a little at the thought of proposing to you once again and hearing you accept him once more.
Of course, you’ll have to go through two weddings with him in the same manner: a quiet one for your real wedding and a much more grander one for PR reasons. Each one will be just as romantic as the other, and when you gaze at Vil, dressed finely before you as your groom, smiling from ear-to-ear with nothing but the purest form of love welling up in his violet eyes, it’s clear that nothing but marital bliss awaits you within the heaven you found in his arms.
“I promise to make you happy, my darling. I’ll have it so that not a single frown appears on your face or a shadow of doubt flicker across your eyes. Let’s do our best together, my dearest love.”
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phantom-of-nrc · 3 years
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holding your newborn baby 02 – headcanon
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: the boys holding their newborn baby for the first time ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ft. the Octavinelle trio, Rook Hunt, and Malleus Draconia
: ̗̀➛ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: reader is made gender neutral; these are two separate requests combined together due to the same prompt being requested; part 1 can be found here 
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𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡
✧.* When he first lays his eyes on the newborn child in his hands, the first thing Floyd does is to frown and ask: “Why is it all so wrinkly?”
✧.* The baby is so red and wrinkly, absolutely tiny in his hands, and Floyd can’t help but be confused. Are all human babies like this? How do land people coo over such weird-looking entities? Were he and Jade like this when they were tiny eels? 
✧.* Before you were going to smack him for such a reaction, the baby’s eyes open, looking up at their new papa, and Floyd’s face morphs into one of surprise. A pair of eyes, one gold eye and one olive eye, look up at him. They hold the innocence that a baby possesses, but he knows more than anyone else that those are his eyes.
✧.* The baby starts to giggle – perhaps Floyd’s face looked funny to them? – and Floyd quietly gasps. Their teeth have yet to grow out, but he recognizes the little wrinkles in the way they smile. He’ll always recognize those little details that your smile always possesses, small things that he etches into his memory every time you smile. 
✧.* It’s your smile paired with his eyes in this small wrinkly red face of this baby, and Floyd realizes that this is his child with you, and they have his favorite features of you together with traits that came from him. Right then and there, his mood switches from confusion and disgust to quiet wonder as he gazes at the baby. 
✧.* This is his child with you, a child worth more than a trove of treasures untold. And Floyd swears to give them the best life where they can have fun in a world that can make such wonderful things. 
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✧.* There’s something about holding the small child in his arms that reminds Jade of the terrariums he grows, and yet, it feels so different from that.
✧.* In the months leading up to the coming of the baby, Jade would mostly mask his excitement, but said excitement leaked in the questions he asked out loud and in his head: what kind of person will they be? Will they thrive in the sunshine or in the darkness? What sort of gadgets and gizmos will they collect? Will they flip their fins or jump and dance with their legs? What sort of conditions will they need to truly grow? 
✧.* The child looks like a young sapling that barely sprouted from the soil, dainty and delicate, and in a way, that brings familiarity to the situation. Yet, he can’t ignore that this is the baby that he shares with you, and that’s what makes his heart thrum with more thrill than he’s ever felt while watching any plant grow out of the soil. 
✧.* There’s a tiny part of Jade that worries, for they look so small and fragile, an easy prey to the weeds and the weather. But as quickly as it comes, he shuts that part of himself down: he will make sure that his child is well-taken care as best as he can and raised to be able to overcome the dangers that the outside world contain. 
✧.* As he holds the newborn baby in his arms, Jade can’t help the smile that grows on his face. A smile reserved only for the people he truly holds close to his heart, a tender look that a father would give their child. “I do not know what you will become… but I will make sure to nurture you well.”
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✧.* The newborn child is crying as Azul shakily takes hold of him, and he can’t help but feel panicked as he tries to calm the baby through rocking him back and forth. 
✧.* He’s dedicated months into researching on how to be a good parent, from reading How to Parent For Dummies books to asking other parents about how they raise their kids. But at this moment, all that knowledge has completely flown out of the window the moment the crying newborn child is handed to him. 
✧.* In the midst of his panic, a memory comes into his head. A time when he was a tiny octopus, leaning onto his mother’s touch as she puts him to rest with a lullaby. Calming himself down, Azul starts to hum the lullaby, soft enough for only the little child to hear. He could almost feel the lyrics on his tongue: I don’t know when, I don’t know how, but I know something’s starting right now…
✧.* It takes only a couple of seconds, but the cries of the baby cease. The infant’s face gradually relaxes, and their eyes open wide in awe, their lips curving upwards into a smile even as Azul ends his lullaby. As the final note leaves his lips, that’s when he really sees the baby’s face. He recognizes the child’s eyes anywhere because those eyes are your eyes. And those very same eyes are on a face that he once despised looking at in past photos. 
✧.* It hits him right then and there. If anyone were to tell his younger self that he will not only meet someone who will accept and love him wholly but also have a family with them, Azul would have claimed that he doesn’t believe it. But he would never admit how much hope those words would have filled him because there’s that part of him who wants it. He may scoff at the idea of love, but deep down, he wished that the Great Seven above would smile down on the bullied little octopus and grant him that happy ending. And now, he is a father to a child… his child. The child that he shares with you, someone who has learned to love him even at his worst. 
✧.* Don’t cry now, he tells himself, don’t you go crying now. He’s dedicated years to building his mental walls because he hates it when he cries. Even in his adulthood and in his married life, Azul can’t cry without reminiscing the humiliation that he faced in his childhood every time he was laughed at or spat at for sobbing endlessly. But immediately, he feels the the familiar sensation of tears spilling before his body shakes and aches with his own sobs. Great Seven, he doesn’t feel like he deserves this, but Azul will do his best to be the parent that his child needs.
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𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭
✧.* Rook is silent, and his hands are very careful as he takes hold of the baby for the first time. 
✧.* Anything to this hunter is beautiful, but there’s something about apples that tugs something at Rook’s heart. Perhaps it is the influence of the Beautiful Queen, but it’s not just that. Knowing the way the apple tree starts from a small seed, soon sprouting from the soil as a tiny sapling. Then it grows, facing each storm and drought, and it could have perished from what the world threw at it. But the tree remains strong, its leaves glowing green with a smile and a song, making it all the way to the time everything is in tune and it’s spring. And at some point, its branches will bear fruit, starting from the daintiest flower to the reddest and juiciest apple it can bear. 
✧.* It reminds Rook of his love for you, of everything he went through with you, all the difficulties you faced together. And now he’s here with you, and he holds the fruits of the love you share together. The child that shall now become the apple of his eye. 
✧.* His eyes hold the same gleam that he always has when looking at the beauty around him, yet it’s different. It’s not the exciting look he gets when observing the odd behaviors of others, but rather, it’s a much more tender gaze reserved only for you – and now, for the child you two share.
✧.* His lips start to move, and a sweet voice leaves his mouth. With a smile and a song, Rook starts singing as he cradles his child in his arms. Life is just a bright sunny day. But as he continues singing, his voice starts cracking, and his eyes start glistening with tears that start to form. And by the end of the song, Rook lets out a sniff and a quiet whisper. “No number can define your worth and beauty. I shall make sure you are loved and cared for, mon petit pomme.”
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𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚
✧.* Few things in life can take Malleus down, and the sight of his newborn child with you is one of them.
✧.* His knees threaten to crumble beneath him as he is given the baby to hold in his arms. This was a moment that had once been a figment of his dreams, a moment he would have never expected to happen for real. 
✧.* It’s not that Malleus never expected to have a child in his life– after all, he will need an heir someday to take over the throne. But he had always known that he would be arranged to wed someone chosen for him for their political status, and that’s why he did not – could never – act on mere notions like love. Yet you came into his life and learned to love him despite everything the rest of the world said, a gift that he never thought he deserved. And now, in his arms is the small child that he shares with you. 
✧.* As if that isn’t enough, the newborn child opens their eyes. Malleus swears he could fall onto his knees anytime soon because he recognizes that look in their eyes, an oh so familiar gleam that he sees in your own. A gleam of pure happiness that he wishes it stays no matter what stage of life his child may be in. And by the Great Seven, he will do anything to give them a much happier life than he led. He’ll let them explore out to the world, let them find friends, and watch them grow into a person as splendid as the Sleeping Beauty in the Valley of Thorns’ folktales. Whatever life may throw at their family, all Malleus wants is for that gleam of happiness to remain in his child’s eyes, one that no power on earth shall steal or break. 
✧.* Instinctively, his hand hovers above the child, and the room starts to fill with the familiar power of magic. Except this isn’t the booming magic one would expect of the King of the Valley of Thorns, but rather, it’s soft and tender, like the touch of rose petals. “My Little One,” Malleus speaks tenderly, “my gift to you shall be…”
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phantom-of-nrc · 3 years
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W.... Who knew that this would work..?
Using Neige and Vil as a bait.
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Hello! Ive been a long time fan of this blog. Idk if you have a different blog but from reading this one,I genuinely enjoy reading your writing!
I don't know how to describe it,but theres a kind of melody to your writing. I feel your personality shines through in your writing as it gives it charm! The details in the matchups? Amazing!! The extra tid bit of writing in the end?? Absolutely darling!!
As a huge sucker for reading other peoples matchups in general (even requesting one from you in the past actually) yours leaves a lovely impression on me!
(For me, the feeling of receiving or reading another persons matchup is more of a gentle kindness(( if that makes sense 😅)), like learning about someone and then finding who one thinks said person would be happy with and how) Your voice in your writing encapsulates that feeling of excitement and delight of discovering something new (in the form of a matchup, in this case).
Anywho, I'm rambling, I wish you the best! Cheers!!
Anon... I am speechless. Honestly, I've been staring at this ask for hours, trying to form words in order to answer this ask. In the fandom of Twisted Wonderland, this is indeed my only writing blog.
Of all the things you've said, I never thought that my writing would contain any of those elements. I've made an oath to myself to put my best in each and every content I post, and I'm glad that it has come to fruition!
Once again, visitor, you've left me speechless.. You and the others who took their time to let me know of how they feel of my content. Thank you for encouraging me with your kind words.
Ah, it seems that I've rambled as well.. Once again, thank you, visitor.
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