#bianuca

[camelspit]

maruciana bestie era.. 👀

@skylilac @callas-pancake-tree @arson-anarchy-death @steal-nightmares-leave-dreams @neverseen-nevermore @abubble125 @purplesoup-lad-le @gay-otlc @thefoxysnake @keeper-of-the-lost-dadwin @ravs6709 @i-loved-while-i-lied @kamikothe1and0nly @that-glasses-dog @presidentroarie @even-if-in-another-time @nyxpixels @slozhnos @katniss-elizabeth-chase @sofia-not-sophie @moontoastt @lemon-girl-in-devil-town @three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat @purpleunicycle @just-a-honey-badger @loverofallthingssmart @antisocialdork @tamsong @cutebisexualmess

#this was going to be part of a bigger project and! it still might be! #but i havent posted art in a while so i want to get something out there lmao #between school and doing sexyman portraits i havent really had time to work on this #kotlc #kotlc fanart #maruciana #bianuca #biana vacker #maruca chebota

[dreaming-of-the-end]

futures and dreams (and other non-fading scars): Bianuca

A/N: Hi @uni-seahorse-572, I'm your secret santa! Thanks @song-tam for hosting!

Summary: Biana looks at her again, and her eyes are tinted red from exhaustion and pain but still they carry with them the Vacker power. The one she's craved and hated for far too many years.

TW: mentions of blood/violence/wounds

Tags: @steppingonshatteredglass @sunset-telepath @stardustanddaffodils @turquoise-skyyyy @skylilac @wu-marcy @saintashes @rune-and-rising @lavender-and-rainy-days @confusedamphibian @hellomyfriends @callas-starkflower-stew @a-harmless-poison @professionalwhalewatcher @theogony @gay-otlc @confuzzled-fox @almostfullnerd @athenswrites @synonymroll648 @squishmallow36 @xanadaus @honey-the-dinosaur-ate-our-kid

Biana's lips part as she sleeps, in soft contrast to the rest of her twisted face. Maruca wants to trace a finger down her skin, soothe the wrinkle between her brows, let her eyes rest easy instead of pressed tight.

At least she's finally asleep.

The bandages wrapped across most bare skin make the idea of rest impossible: three hours ago, she was pinned down to keep from writhing, with teeth clenched so hard they ground audibly as Elwin and Livvy plucked shards of glass from her skin, then poured a disinfectant elixir over the jagged wounds. The numbing elixir barely eased the pain for her. Elwin said some of the glass had gone too deep.

Maruca wants to hold her hand, but even if she could do that without causing her pain, she isn't sure what it would mean. Years before, there wouldn't have been any sort of hesitation, only relief, comfort, familiarity.

The thing is, she knows the feeling of her hand so well that seeing those fingers twitch in her sleep is a phantom pain, an absence so familiar that feeling it is easier than it would be to feel the real thing.

Biana's mouth purses and her face screws up on itself for a moment before fading back into worried sleep.

(god, that mouth.)

Livvy had taken her aside, an hour ago, when the bandages had just been wrapped and the color had still been gone from her skin. "Elwin will tell them that the scars might fade. He will give her a possibility, maybe a hope."

"And you?" Maruca asked.

Livvy looked at her. "Maybe in a hundred years, there will be nothing remaining from this day on her skin. But the scars will still be there."

Maruca scrubs at her face with her hands.

She can hear Fitz in the next room talking to his parents, swoops of anger filling the area before he remembers to keep his voice down. Della's sobs punctuate the conversation. Alden's voice is lower than usual, pieces of his crisp accent lost in raspy worry.

Sometimes, it's like it only took a day for their family to fall apart. But then Maruca remembers it really took two, even though she wasn't around for either of them.

One: Alden's mind break. Two: Alvar's betrayal.

She wonders if this day will be the third. She knows it would have been if Fitz and Dex had taken any longer, or if Livvy hadn't been in Atlantis, or if they hadn't found her in time.

Still, all she knows is that there was the last day she was there: when Della was smiling, when Alvar was making his stupid jokes, when Alden could tease his children without worrying about the consequences, when Fitz still had that laugh that didn't turn dark halfway through. When Biana's breaths were even and balanced and calm.

And then there was every day after. When she'd see them in public, or in meetings, or in school, and suddenly the memory of the planting scattered its leaves through every long-lasting look, or there was a missing piece from their unified front.

If they hadn't found her in time.

The thought is more than a prickle or a pang. It's an explosion, a road to a future without her. A future she never imagined, never wanted to imagine.

All the future she'd imagined consisted of kisses in the dark and smiles across a bright room and fingers tracing arms and thumbs scraping across cheekbones and dark hair twisted carelessly around a knuckle and limbs slung over stomachs—

Goodbye does not have to go both ways.

It doesn't even have to go one way. Biana never said goodbye, but neither did she. They never made a promise not to grow apart, but Maruca doesn't think it would have mattered.

In the end, it wasn't a clean break.

It was a drawn-out pull, like a strand of yarn from a threadbare sweater. It unraveled so quickly and so suddenly that all of a sudden Maruca was left with threads the size of hairs and no way to weave them back together. It took several months of wondering when it would happen and then all of a sudden she was gone.

Gone.

"I'm scared of losing you," Biana had told her once upon a time. Back before the first time falling apart. Not the Vackers, but them.

Well, great job, Bee. 'Cause now she's fucking terrified.

Biana stirs. 

Fitz is there immediately, thanks to his sixth sense that tells him whenever a sibling is either dying or betraying him. He leans over the bed, hand hovering an inch above her cheek, her hair, the closest he can be.

Maruca was scared for him, of him when she'd arrived. Eyes bloodshot, voice breaking every other word. He'd let go of her hand and then his nails had almost gone through his skin from clenching his fist too hard. He'd tried to smile at her and she caught a glimpse of a wild animal prowling, barely hidden anymore.

Dex had rested a hand on his shoulder, and it calmed and provoked him, sending him pacing and tearing his hands through his hair and eventually, sitting by her bed with his mouth moving, whispering to her what she'd never be able to hear. Dex sat beside him for hours, even if he's gone now, mixing elixirs for the scars that will never truly fade.

Maruca sits on her other side, staring at the bandages and thinking that maybe she should go into healing if only so she'd have some idea of how to be useful.

"Biana," Fitz whispers. Her eyes crack open.

Maruca almost retreats, but she's never hidden before and she refuses to now. She crosses her arms over her knees and twists her fingers together.

"Did we win?" Biana asks, her voice gravelly from sleep and screaming.

Fitz hesitates.

"They saved the city," Maruca says. Biana's eyes widen, flicker over. Then they drink her in like there's no one else she'd rather see and there it is. The reason she fell for her in the first place. That power, that makes her feel like no one else in the world matters, like no one else could make her complete. Maruca clears her throat and refuses to look away. "Linh did. And Sophie, Keefe. They saved Atlantis. Gisela tried to flood it, but they blocked up the barrier, held back the ocean."

Biana tries to sit up, mouth pressing into a fine line as she feels all the bandages over her neck, cheek, arm, and side. Fitz helps her, eyebrows pressed into a worried line. Still, relief eases the tension in his neck, the stiffness in his shoulders.

"So, did we win?" Biana repeats.

"Some will say yes. The Council will say yes." Maruca shrugs. She sees the gray in Biana's skin and can't imagine how it can fit together with victory. "I don't know."

"Sophie's parents," Fitz says. "They're safe. Everyone is safe."

Something eases in Biana's face. "Some losses. Important wins."

"You could say that," Maruca says. Biana looks at her again, and her eyes are tinted red from exhaustion and pain but still they carry with them the Vacker power. The one she's craved and hated for far too many years.

She's absorbed, as everyone ends up some way or another where Biana Vacker is concerned. It's not that she thinks of nothing else, but it is that along with all those other things she's still there, lingering just behind as an echo. Maruca considers a question on her Universe worksheet and finds the stars reflected in teal eyes.

This is the Vacker effect. The pull, the gravity of it enough to harness the moon into orbit. The power leaks from them like tea drips from a teabag once it's turned the boiling water dark. You can sense it when they walk into a room. Any of them, but especially her.

At least, this is what Maruca assumes everyone else sees.

For a moment, the feeling disappears and a weight takes its place in a band around Maruca's throat. The feeling is missing her, and it's not that it abates but that it's overwhelmed by hating her.

In the end, she's the first to look away.

#summer's writing #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #biana vacker #maruca chebota #bianuca #maruciana #kotlc writing #kotlc fic #angst #angst without a happy ending

[flori-doodles]

(“Don’t you miss those days? Where everything was easier?”

“…It’s not that easy, Maruca.”)

(taglist and normal version under the cut.)

@stopstealingtomatoes @bylerlve @that-glasses-dog @constant-sapphic-breakdown @katniss-elizabeth-chase @abubble125 @callas-pancake-tree @appleflv @writingandwritten @theseasonalarsonist @isnt-it-delicate15  @oracle-cookies @malewifegradyruewen @keeper-of-the-lost-dadwin @nyxie-of-the-night @kale-of-the-forbidden-cities @honey-the-dinosaur-ate-our-kid

#maruca chebota #kotlc biana #biana amberly vacker #biana vacker #bianuca #biana x maruca #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc #kotlc art #my art #flori doodles

[hopeless-venus]

Bianuca for @synonymroll648 !!

(My attempt at)Younger Biana dragging Maruca away from foxfire and probably into mischief! I love drawing Maruca you guys have no idea

#kotlc #kotlc fanart #kotlc biana #kotlc maruca #bianuca #maruca chebota #biana vacker #maruca has her natural hair bc I wanted to draw an elf w it #also i gave them human style uniforms #bc the og foxfire ones r kinda ugly #I tried to make them look kinda younger but idk if it shows #also frenchbraid biana supremacy #idk why I asked for ship requests the literal night before valentines day #knowing fully well it usually takes me over a day to finish drawing #+i still have others to finish #they all have biana in them too #sapphic biana truthers r so right tho #keepers of the lost cities fanart #fanart #my art

[an-ungraceful-swan]

Official Kotlc Ship Tier Ranking!

Do your own here

No thoughts. Just Them

Fitz and Keefe - in love with Sophie? Nah. In love with each other. One of my favorite dynamics tbh

Sophie and Biana - an old favorite, my first queer ship that i kept. Absolutely adorable. I thought you liked my brother? Nope? <3

Sophie and Stina - should be my personality. Hekster is the best ship actually

<3

Marella and Linh - fire water dynamic? The best. Powers you’re afraid of? “Additional training”? Mwah

Marella and Biana - they dated precanon no one can convince me otherwise

Sophie, Keefe, and Fitz - love triangle solved. Sophie has two hands. They are in love your honor

Sophie and Glimmer - I have a fic about this. It worked it’s way into my heart

Tiergan and Prentice - I thank @gay-otlc for this one. <2

I am your average enjoyer

Grady and Edaline - two words. Domestic fluff. (Also angst)

Maruca and Biana - I saw this ship as little miss perfect and was never normal again

Quinlin and Alden - and they were cognates

Cyrah, Prentice, and Tiergan - honestly a flex by Wylie to have three parents

Della and Livvy - qualden and dellivvy is mlm wlw solidarity

Stina, Maruca, Marella, and Linh - four horse girls of the apocalypse is iconic tbh

I could be intrigued

Keefe and Dex - I almost wrote something for this. It has to be done well or I don’t like it though

Fitz and Dex - Fitz sees it as friends to lovers Dex sees it as enemies to lovers and they are in love. It’s great.

Sophie and Keefe - I see the appeal, and I could be convinced it’s just.., meh

Fitz, Keefe, and Dex - interesting in theory. They all take dex’s last name

Maruca and Stina - nothing wrong with it, would love to draw it.

Marella and Stina - I would call them friends but I wrote about it and now it’s stuck in my head. Redheks for life

Tiergan and Alden - exes 100%

Cyrah and Prentice - the angst potential

Keefe and Tam - I dunno. I can appreciate it but it doesn’t hit the spot.

Fintan and Bronte - not my cup of tea but the dynamic tho. Never being able to be together, and being feared, lovers to enemies.

Kenric and Oralie - adorable. Wish we could see more

Fintan and Dimitar - an interesting ship. That’s all I’ll say.

Tam and Fitz - heheh titz

Linh and Glimmer - linh is salty because of glimmer taking her brother? No. She’s in love with glimmer and is jealous

Better off friends

Sophie and Fitz - I have an essay on this I promise. They really are ough

Dex and Linh - guys. Guys come one. They are friends

Bo and Ro - I have 0 feelings toward this and I want it to stay that way.

Marella and Tam - this feels like jamming two Barbie dolls together but worse.

Della and Alden - I would get front row seats to their divorce

Sophie and Linh - I don’t see it. Interesting in theory, in execution they should be friends.

Sophie and Tam - I am manifesting their friendship in stellarlune

Marella and Keefe - they are gay in opposite directions trust me Shannon said so

Why tho? You did this for what?

Sophie and Dex - one word. Cousins.

Keefe and Biana - this feels like a crime

Tam and Biana - this has been done well once, otherwise it just feels pointless

Marella and Jensi - like a two year old mixing cake and ketchup

Tam and Glimmer - this will happen and it makes my blood boil

I will fight these shippers in a dennys parking lot

Fitz and Linh - I don’t know why but this will be the death of me

Wylie and Linh - *singing* wylie is an adult. Wylie is an adult.

Stina and Fitz - I have seen this once and I immediately realized this person hated both of them.

#kotlc #kotlc ships #kotlc fandom #keefitz #sophiana #hekster #marellinh #marelliana #sokeefitz #sophie x glimmer #tiertice #gradaline #maruciana #bianuca #qualden #cyrah x prentice x tiergan #dellivvy #four horse girls of the apocalypse #keefex #fedex #sokeefe #fitz x Keefe x Dex #Stina x maruca #redheks #stinella #Tiergan x alden #cyrah x prentice #and yknow what that’s it. #sorry

[kotlc-unofficial-bracket-polls]

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc ship bracket #round one #bianuca #gradaline

[softmoonlightmelody]

i think that the one thing we, as a fandom, should agree on is that biana is 100% sapphic

#what can i say #marelliana #linhiana #sophiana #bianuca #stiana #i like lesbian biana #but anything works! #lesbian biana vacker #bi biana vacker #pan biana vacker #poly biana vacker #idc #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #biana amberly vacker

[archived-and-moving]

Bianuca Week Day 3- Heartbreak

The song is Fool by Cavetown.

(Taglist under cut)

@august-the-main-character​, @gay-otlc​, @booksscienceandmath​, @nothing-valued​, @books-over-boys​, @eternally-forgotten​, @stellasencen​, @crazedfangirl14​, @xu-taos​, and @i-could-do-better-tnt​

Lmk if you’d like to be added, removed, or if I forgot you!

#kotlc #biana vacker #maruca chebota #keeper of the lost cities #bianuca #BianucaWeek2022 #bianuca week #danucan'tdraw

[synonymroll648]

if canon outright denies that maruca got her blue streak from biana and maruca messing around with hair dye as kids, and that maruca decided to keep the blue streak even after the fallout because it was too dear to her heart, then i will flip a table and scream 

#bianuca #maruca chebota #biana vacker #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #bonus points if biana also dyed her hair but she didn't keep it #for angst factor

[gay-otlc]

Say Goodbye Like You Mean It

I barely had time to be online today but I used that time to write a Bianuca angst fic. They've taken over my brain your honor.

Content warning for homophobia and skin picking.

@xanadaus @an-ungraceful-swan @solreefs @aphelea @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss @synonymroll648

Biana has a problem.

Her problem has curly hair dyed blue, laughter like sunlight, and lips that Biana tries very hard not to think about. Her problem also happens to be her best friend, which makes her difficult to avoid.

Biana's problem is that, against her better judgement, she has fallen in love with Maruca.

She's been a Vacker long enough to know that marrying a bad match would be unthinkable, and there was no way for a relationship with Maruca to not be a bad match. She's eavesdropped on her mom and Livvy enough times to know that it doesn't go well when a girl makes the mistake of falling in love with another girl, especially when that girl is a Vacker.

It's painfully obvious that her crush on Maruca could make things very ugly for both of them.

And Biana loves being around Maruca, she does. She could talk to her for hours and not get bored of it. But spending time with her is also terrifying, dangerous, and an incredibly stupid idea.

She tries her best to hide how she feels, but she's never hidden anything from Maruca before. She's not very good at hiding yet. Maruca can read her better than anyone, and Biana thinks that the way she smiles at her says all the feelings she's trying to hide. It doesn't help that everything about Maruca is very distracting, and it's hard to think logically when she's just there, being the most beautiful person imaginable.

The audacity.

Every day, it gets harder to pretend she's not in love with Maruca. Biana can't quite stop staring wistfully at her any time she talks, because there's nothing more captivating than the sound of her voice. And sometimes she reaches out to take Maruca's hand without even realizing. Thoughts are harder to push away, and they threaten to slip past her lips.

Stop asking me what boys I like, I've never wanted to date any boy half as much as I want to date you.

I don't want to go back to Everglen. I want to stay here with you as long as possible. Maybe forever.

Foxfire is stupid. We should follow Fitz to the human world and run away together.

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

She's not sure how much longer she can go without betraying her secret.

She can't be around Maruca anymore.

---

"So. I hear you're working with the Black Swan now?"

There are a million things Maruca has dreamed of saying to Biana, but all that comes out now is "Um."

"Um. Biana looks about as eloquent as she feels. "I've missed you. It's been a while."

Finally, words form in her mouth, and Maurca spits them out like fire. "And whose fault is that?"

"Mine. I know. I'm sorry."

"It's a little late for an apology. It was years ago that you decided you hated me, without so much as an explanation."

Biana peels a bit of skin off of her thumb. Maruca remembers when she used to do that, and she would take her hand to stop her from hurting herself. Part of her wishes they'd never stopped being so affectionate. They've changed too much for that now, though, so she stuffs her hands in her pockets as Biana says "I never hated you."

"You acted like you did."

"I know. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I just..."

It doesn't seem like she knows exactly what to say, and Maruca doesn't want to hear it. "Don't bother. You made it pretty obvious why you didn't want to hang out with me anymore."

Fear flashes across her face, and it gives Maruca more satisfaction than it should. "Did I?"

"Yeah, it doesn't take a genius. I decided I didn't want to hide around my best friend. I stopped gushing about boys with you, I started mentioning how I didn't really care about crush cuffs or matchmaking, I pointed it out when I thought girls were pretty. And then you left, because you were too good for me. A Vacker has better people to be friends with than the weird lesbian."

Biana falls into stunned silence, looking as shocked and hurt as if Maruca had slapped her. She opens and closes her mouth, like she wants to say something but has no idea what. Eventually, she squeaks out "Is that why you thought we stopped talking? Because I found out you were a lesbian and I didn't like that?"

"I thought that because it's true," Maruca says, though she's less sure of that than she has been for a very long time.

"That's not- no. I didn't even know you were gay until you started dating Stina. I was too dumb to pick up on your hints."

Maruca's head scrambles to make sense of this. She was so convinced of her version of events, she doesn't even know how to fit this new information into it. "Then why?"

Biana tears off more skin, then flicks it away. "I had a crush on you."

"I-" Whatever she had been expecting, it was not that. "You what?"

"I was in love with you, okay? You were my best friend and then my feelings stopped being totally platonic, except I knew it would be really bad if anyone found out, so I..." She pauses and shakes her head. "I wanted to be around you, but I was also so scared, all the time. I didn't want anyone to know, and I knew that I liked you too much to keep it a secret forever. So if I stopped being around you, I stopped risking that I would say or do something stupid to give myself away. I hated it, but it was just- it was safer. I didn't know what else to do."

It's unclear what one is supposed to feel as a reaction to this, so Maruca makes the executive decision to process this information later. "Being honest with me might have been a good first step. I wouldn't have told anyone, you know."

"I know. And I thought about that. But if I talked to you out loud, I was worried someone might overhear, and writing it down was risky because it left a record. I knew you wouldn't out me on purpose, but I was really scared that you might let something slip accidentally. I didn't want anyone to know, Maruca. It wasn't that I didn't trust you, it was... no one could know. I couldn't stand the thought of anyone knowing my worst secret. I should have told you. It was wrong of me to not say goodbye, or anything. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," Maruca says, which she definitely never thought she would say to Biana Vacker, of all people. "You were pretty awful to me, but you were also struggling a lot. Which doesn't excuse it. But I am sorry you had to go through that."

"Thanks."

"I'm glad we talked," she tells Biana, and she's surprised to discover that she means it. If the Maruca of the past found out she got to talk to Biana like this, she would have flipped a table. And yet, now, no tables have been flipped.

Biana gives her a small smile. "Me too. I'll leave you to get back to your... additional training with Stina and Marella and Linh."

Maruca watches her walk away, and it doesn't hurt like she expected it to.

#s's writing #bianuca #THEM YOUR HONOR #title is bleachers lyric btw

[moonlightswritingandstuff]

the maiden and her quests

There is a maiden in the meadow, whose love will give protection from harm. There is a princess in the kingdom, who needs protection and loves the maiden.

for the kotlc pride month prompt of fairytale!

read on ao3!

There was once a maiden of the finest beauty dancing in a meadow. She was known only as Biana, and she visited the meadow often, all to pick the flowers in the meadow and let her hair, that of untold splendour, the blackest black with hints of blue and purple, like a raven's splendid plumage. Her eyes spoke of untold knowledge, and her beauty was unmatched all throughout the land. And the girl, Biana, promised the flowers that whoever won her heart would forever be hidden from anyone who wished to cause them harm.

But there was another in the field that day, the daughter of a king, named Maruca. She fell in love with Biana on the spot, and knew the many allies of evil would come to hurt her could not if Biana could protect her. But there was more to that, because Maruca swore to love Biana, and to have Biana love her back.

Maruca was a princess, which won her the hand of Biana, but not the heart of Biana. Maruca knew that, of course, and asked Biana what task could win her heart. Biana told Maruca that she seeks a few things within this life, and the first of such is a purple gemstone, large as could be, which Biana would only have as her diadem. And so Maruca set out, across the nine continents and the nine seas to achieve a purple gemstone large enough for her beloved, to find it in the land of the north, cold as can be.

The land of the north yielded a giant to stop Maruca, but the princess was determined; no obstacle, great or petty, would cause Maruca's fall. Maruca took the giant on full-force, and her arrow pierced the giant's skull, killing it instantly. The land of the north now lay defenseless, and Maruca took the purple gemstone, large as could be, without struggle, before leaving the land of the north to travel towards Biana, and back home.

Biana was delighted with the purple gemstone, and bade Maruca to another task. This time, Biana demanded a fruit from the tree of knowledge, to learn more and be the wisest she could. So Maruca traveled to the lands of the west, searching for answers, to give her wife every thing that had ever been known.

There in the west lied three night-spirits, fighting Maruca with trickery and trade. The first night-spirit, with flame-red hair, asked of her what that which blooms in the darkest night and closes on the brightest day, and reigns the night serenely, is, to which Maruca only replies, “Why, the queen of the night flower, of course!”, leading the first night-spirit to huff on disappointment and continue on.

The second night-spirit had hair the colour of orange poppies, and a request to match. She asked of Maruca to make her a dye that matches her hair, and Maruca knew how. She took carrots and shredded them, before putting the remains in boiling water, to make a potent dye as brilliant as the second night-spirit’s hair. The night-spirit was satisfied, and said as much.

The third night-spirit had hair bright yellow, and only stood in front of the tall tree with the golden apples Biana wanted. “Go ahead,” she said, and Maruca took the challenge. She climbed up to the tree, and attempted to pick an apple. However, no matter how hard she tried, the apple did not move. Maruca looked at it, and realized something. This tree demanded knowledge. “My wife, the maiden Biana, is more beautiful than all the stars in the sky. She is more knowledgeable than all the advisors in my father’s kingdom, but she possesses not the knowledge that can be achieved by eating a bite of the golden apples of you. Her crown will have the largest purple gemstone ever to be found, and I love her with all my heart.” With that, the apple dropped into Maruca’s hand.

But why would Maruca stop? If her beloved would want one, surely three would be better. So Maruca yielded a second fact. “The death of my grandfather was by poison, not heart attack, as most think.” And so Maruca gained a second apple.

For the third, Maruca thought hard. But her answer came soon enough. “My greatest wish is to be loved, and be loved in return.” The third apple fell into her hand, and Maruca returned to her kingdom.

Unfortunately, news of Maruca’s father’s death has not reached her in her travels, but she fell into deep mourning the moment she heard of it. But home also meant Biana, who ruled the kingdom in Maruca’s stead. And what a great ruler Biana was! All of Maruca’s advisors said Biana was a fine ruler indeed, and that she would make a wonderful consort. Maruca was glad at this development, and slightly unsaddened by Biana’s competence in that matter.

And, of course, Maruca showed her the three apples. Biana, with quick, precise cuts, divided two of the apples into equal sixteenths, and bit into one apple slice. And then, with her dark, dark eyes, Biana smiled and gave Maruca sixteen slices. “You deserve it too,” she said. “What about the other apple?” Maruca asked. “Apples of gold never go bad,” Biana replies, and smiles at Maruca in a way that makes her feel whole again.

But there was time to do, with Maruca's coronation and Biana's in kind, and two queens they were! None who saw thought Biana looked anything but divine, and none who saw thought Maruca looked anything but a great ruler. But Maruca spent her days next to her queen and her advisors, discussing all matters of state. It was not long before the kingdom's problems with succession were alleviated, and Maruca could spare her time for other things.

Still, it was a while before Maruca set out in the next task, to find a fabric fit for a consort. Maruca searched the lands of south-east for this task, finding the finest silk to ever be created, shining purple, with luxurious gold embroidery detailing apples and peonies and symbols of prosperity. It was perfectly fit for Biana, in every aspect, to create a gown of it and the rich gold silk for a spare accent or parting. And, just in case of Biana’s fashion, Maruca bought hair pins to match, that shone purple, too, made of yellow gold alloy.

Biana found it suitable too, and told Maruca it was lovely. A gown was commissioned, and Biana wore it, and Maruca never thought her wife looked as beautiful as in that moment, hair pinned back with the hair pins, diadem resting on her head.

The only task left was for a portrait to be commissioned, Maruca took to the far west, farther than even the apples of gold, to the southernmost point of the world, all the way east and north too, but Maruca failed at this task. No artist could truly capture Biana’s beauty, no artist could capture her majesty, no artist could capture her wisdom.

And so Maruca returned to her wife and told her if the problem.

Biana only laughed, the most beautiful sound Maruca has ever heard. “You captured my heart, my love, the day you returned with the apples of gold.”

Maruca fell down to her wife’s feet at this notion, and Biana only smiled and cupped Maruca’s cheeks. “I love you, my heart.”

And so they lived, in happiness and prosperity, to the end of their days. Their daughter, who went by the name of Violet, was given the third and final apple of gold, and reigned with the wisdom and beauty of Biana, and the devotion and strength of Maruca.

#kotlc #fanfiction #biana vacker #maruca chebota #bianuca

[camelspit]

theyre going to be late to class bc theyre too busy flirting :(

@skylilac @callas-pancake-tree @arson-anarchy-death @steal-nightmares-leave-dreams @abubble125 @purplesoup-lad-le @gay-otlc @thefoxysnake @keeper-of-the-lost-dadwin @remember-me-in-another-time @kamikothe1and0lny @you-have-been-frizzled @presidentroarie @cowboypossume @even-if-in-another-time @that-glasses-dog @nyxpixels @katniss-elizabeth-chase @slozhnos @sofia-not-sophie @treehouse-arson @lemon-girl-in-devil-town @three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat @purpleunicycle @frogs-and-flowers-and-faeries @florida-preposterously @stop-stealing-tomatoes

#ft a return of my foxfire uniform design #Theyre silly little dudes #kotlc pride 2023 #kotlc fanart #kotlc #biana vacker #maruca chebota #maruciana #bianuca

[officially-shannon-messenger]

maruca is biana’s ex-gf

Why most certainly

#unreality #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #maruca chebota #biana vacker #bianuca

[uni-seahorse-572]

Bianuca Day 9: free day!!

This one's a fun one! Warnings for character death and violence I think, though it's far from clear cut in this one. I tried out a new style with giving unique voices to the narration - I'd really appreciate it if you could tell me your thoughts on whether I pulled it off and whether it adds anything! @gay-otlc @rainbow-frog-earrings

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You know the story, I am sure.

Orpheus—the greatest singer—falls in love with Eurydice, but they have little time to spend in matrimonial bliss before the serpent strikes and she falls still.

He chases after her. He always does. He has no fear even as he faces the underworld, as he demands his love back from Hades. In the end, his win is temporary, because who can best death? He’s given a task, and calls it easy. What a fool he is. What a fool we’d all be.

Orpheus looks back. Of course he does.

That’s how it ends. That’s how it must end.

That’s not true.

It’s always been true.

You’re telling it all wrong.

Well then, why don’t you tell it?

Gladly.

First of all, their names were never Orpheus and Eurydice, not if you tell it right. It’s Maruca and Biana—the two lovers whose constellations rest in the night sky.

Maruca can sing sweet as a bird, like you say, but she never does in front of others. It’s hers, and no one else’s. Until it’s Biana’s too, one day, before she’s lost. Maybe forever.

And in her grief, Maruca makes the trek down below. She sings to Hades—her voice so pure with the world above—and he weeps, lets her go leading her lover hand in hand. Biana’s flesh is dead, cold and clammy, but Maruca holds on tight nonetheless.

They step into the daylight. Maruca’s throat aches—it will never feel right again—but they are here again and they are happy. So happy.

Stop making all your endings that perfect. Real life doesn’t work that way.

But I prefer them. They’re comforting, aren’t they?

The truth is worth discomfort.

They get back, yes, and they are happy for a time. But Biana has not lost the underworld’s touch, and at night she slips out to sit by the paths that lead down and down. She forgets to breathe so often. She cannot even make her own heart beat in her chest, and sometimes she’ll go still and silent as a corpse for hours or days, unaware of her surroundings and of her wife.

Maruca tries to love her through it. She cannot.

She can. Of course she can. She endured Tarturus for Biana, didn’t she?

You know as well as I that death changes a person. Besides, you didn’t even let me finish.

Let you finish making something up?

Fine. I’ll tell it again. I’ll tell it right.

Biana and Maruca are close since childhood, and then both of them fall in love without ever speaking it aloud. It’s so dangerous, what they feel. How could they dare to voice it?

It’s too late, finally, when Biana is lost to war. But Maruca isn’t willing to accept that she never got to tell her the truth, and so she makes the journey as she always does.

She stands before Hades, the great and terrible. She cannot sing. She has no gift for music, not even Persephone’s kinder presence at Hades’s side to help sway him.

Instead, she speaks, pours out what she feels. She speaks of unrequited love and fear of changing things, of the pain of never having a chance. She speaks of what she’d have done for Biana, how much it hurt to pine for her in secret, watching her shine and convinced that they could never be together. All she wants, she says, is a second chance for them.

But cold-hearted Hades is unmoved. He refuses her any mercy.

So Maruca stays in the underworld by choice. She won’t leave Biana’s side, no matter what, until she withers to a ghost as well and they haunt the depths of—

That’s not how it goes.

Let me guess, Hades listens? He looks upon Maruca favorably? You can’t seriously believe he’d be so kind.

Of course he is. He sympathizes, after his time spent loving Persephone from below, convinced a goddess of spring could never return his feelings. Hades wants to give these lovers the same chance they had, as Maruca’s story strikes a chord in him.

He sends them up to the surface without caveat. They emerge into the sunlight. And, there, they finally confess.

You really can’t stop twisting it, can you?

I could say the same to you.

Sometimes I wonder if we’re even talking about the same story.

Alright. How about a compromise?

I can’t say there’s anything we agree on, but I suppose I’m willing to try if you are. What’s the compromise?

Who says we have to present the story with an ending? So many of the best things are left undone.

That might just work out. Do you want to wrap it up, or should I?

Oh, go ahead. You know you want to.

I suppose I do. You can’t complain this time, by the way.

You don’t know this story, I’m sure. You’ve heard it but you don’t know it—do any of us, in the end?

We can do stories justice in our tellings, in the way we weave them into being with words, but they can never belong to us fully. I will renounce the truth this once. It is our own truth that matters here through its reflection in a story told every way but ours.

From the time they’re young onwards, Maruca and Biana are inseparable. They click like two souls sliding into place. They haunt the halls of Everglen and consecrate Maruca’s home with their ringing laughter.

Maruca has no true gift for singing, though she can well enough. The true glory of her voice is its cadence—rumbling and low, a steady comfort in the darkest of times. It’s sweet as the pattering rain yet deep as the beating thunder yet warm as the orange-glowing fireplace inside. It’s the siren’s lure that carries Biana through. She could listen to Maruca speak forever.

Together, they make plans for Foxfire, for their future. It doesn’t scare them, not yet. Right now, its’ theirs, after all. They were born into these luxuries. They have been cradled in the lap of privilege for as long as they’ve been alive, parents and prominence carefully shielding the real world from leaking into their gilded cages. Whatever comes next, they cup the whole of the world in their palms.

It doesn’t last. It never does. Reality comes crashing through in the form of rebellion, Moonlarks.

They don’t last. They’re not made to.

Girls born into soft silks and given only safety scissors shatter so easily. It never takes much strain. Maruca and Biana love each other, but they love so selfishly—each hoarding the other close to themself, used to having everything of each other and sent whirling when that’s gone, gone, gone. The dream is over.

Maruca leaves Biana behind. She looks back, once or twice or a million times, and is never sure what she regrets. Biana’s happy now. It’s not her fault Maruca isn’t.

War descends upon the cities they call home, the school they imagined into a haven in their heads, and they grow up. There isn’t any other choice. They tears loose pieces of their softness and sharpen their own edges until they’re bleeding, raw. They live. They learn.

And then they love.

It’s a funny thing, how they never could before, when they were so deeply bound. They don’t voice it this time. It’s no longer a love built around receiving. But nevertheless they dream and dream of each other, aching for that old familiarity without ever choosing to take that next plunge.

After all, they’re happy now, aren’t they?

They are fools. When aren’t they?

Biana falls. She descends into mirrors and shadows, into the sharp cheekbones of a madwoman. Glass shards slice up her skin until she is remade entirely—a cruel combination of flesh and bone. She lies with her own blood her blanket.

She closes her eyes.

She doesn’t know herself anymore. She’s scattered with scars. And every night when she dares to dream it’s only to wake up screaming.

Biana’s fallen. She’s gone past any’s ability to reach.

In the night, if she’s wise, Maruca might approach her bedside. She might take Biana’s uninjured hand gently in her own, and she might speak. She might tell all the truths she knows until her throat is raw and her voice failing.

Oh, if she is wise. If she is brave.

She may yet lead Biana home.

#bianuca week #bianucaweek2022 #kotlc #bianuca #maruciana #maruca chebota #biana vacker #ari writes #ari can words #tw death #ari's blog tw death #tw violence #ari's blog tw violence

[fandomsareforlife]

So, I swear I don't hate Biana. It's just easier to write in Maruca's perspective than Biana's.

Uh, this is a song fic. It's for the song "She Used To Be Mine" from Waitress. I personally used the Annapantsu cover, but any version works.

Summary: Maruca ruminates over her relationship with Biana Vacker.

@rainbow-frog-earrings @gay-otlc

It's not simple to say Most days I don't recognize me These shoes and this apron That place and its patrons Have taken more than I gave 'em Maruca hated being forced to be part of the nobility. It was exhausting. She hated how they were willing to buy people out for their own advantages. Oh, they claimed they didn't, but everyone knew better. Even the council knew that most of their colleagues were taking bribes. It's not easy to know I'm not anything like I used to be Although it's true I was never attention sweet center I still remember that girl Maruca could vaguely remember when she didn't care so much about attention. It must have been before she started Foxfire. When she started Foxfire, she had been so focused on being good enough for Biana, then Stina. She didn't regret many things, but she wished she focused that she spent more time on her then popularity. She's imperfect but she tries She is good but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help She is messy but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up And baked in a beautiful pie She is gone but she used to be mine Biana always had to be perfect, Maruca noted. She hated messing up anything. If she got below an 100%, Biana would berate herself. As they grew up, and the Neverseen became a bigger and bigger threat, Biana accepted that she wasn't perfect. Biana learned to lie like a pro, even when she was in desperate need of help. She was, in Maruca's eyes, an amazing person. She was just a bit rough. Biana was a pretty that was shattered then glued back together. It's not what I asked for Sometimes life just slips in through a back door And carves out a person And makes you believe it's all true And now I've got you Maruca never expected to become Biana's friend. They met by choosing the same table at lunch. From that moment on, Biana become the one that Maruca tried to impress. It was worthwhile, for the reward justified the work. And you're not what I asked for If I'm honest I know I would give it all back For a chance to start over And rewrite an ending or two For the girl that I knew Biana wasn't the first person Maruca would have chosen to be friends. However, Maruca regretted the way that their friendship was destroyed. If only she wasn't so jealous of Sophie. If only she didn't have these forbidden feelings for Biana. Who be reckless just enough Who can hurt but Who learns how to toughen up when she's bruised And gets used by a man who can't love And then she'll get stuck and be scared Of the life that's inside her Growing stronger each day Biana had an odd relationship with most people. One of the weirdest was definitely her and Alden. Biana used to be so spunky, but then Alden sunk his talons in. He forced her to be perfect. When Biana came back from the war changed, Alden tried to make her the same as she was before. It wasn't even just forcing her to cover her scars. He would lock her in her room for hours on end. It was only until Della put her foot down that he stop. Until she did, Biana would fight it. Maruca couldn't count all the times Biana crawled through her window.

'til it finally reminds her To fight just a little To bring back the fire in her eyes That's been gone but it used to be mine Used to be mine Maruca was the one that forced Biana to start living again. Biana was in such a funk after the war, that she was miserable to be around. However, Maruca refused for one of her friends to live like that. Instead, Biana was forced to be paraded around by Maruca. She is messy but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone but she used to be mine Maruca loved Biana. That was not just an opinion, but it was a fact. She had for a long time coming. However, Biana couldn't love her back. Biana was too scared to start loving anyone beyond surface level. It broke Maruca's heart, but she understood that it was the way Biana was. Biana wasn't an unbroken person, but rather a repaired person. Maruca wouldn't pretend she wasn't hurt. But she knew how to let a good thing go. Biana was the best thing in Maruca's life. Maruca had to accept she wouldn't be able to have her.

#I will write Biana's pov for one of these fic #biana vacker #alden vacker is not a good person #maruca chebota #kotlc #BianucaWeek2022 #bianuca #keeper of the lost cities

[thechaoticflowergarden]

This situation is not totally hetero!

#*a phrase coined by my aunt this very evening #also my reaction to seeing caitvi #and most scenes with biana #etf #etc* #caitvi #bianuca #sophiana #nina zenik #wesper #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #six of crows #shadow and bone #shitpost