blake kathryn
shark vs the universe
$LAYYYTER
One Nice Bug Per Day
Janaina Medeiros
Monterey Bay Aquarium
i don't do bad sauce passes
AnasAbdin
hello vonnie
Product Placement
wallacepolsom
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Keni
Not today Justin
art blog(derogatory)
Peter Solarz
KIROKAZE
Kaledo Art
Cosmic Funnies
Origami Around
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from France
seen from Portugal
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from South Africa
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Sweden
seen from Germany
seen from Romania
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
@angelifluctus
A siren's call is not one that should go ignored.
Indie Genshin Impact OC blog as sung by Kori. Dorian Auclair; Perle de Fontaine.
Shipping open to all muses minus female, platonic relationships encouraged, character is a direct inspiration from mun.
Exploring: Child acting, the difficulties of being transgender, the art of pretending to be fine, taking control of your own body, longing to escape the shackles you were born into.
TAGS | LORE POSTS | ON DORIAN | VERSES
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
While Pierre is minding his business, likely studying or something else, a tap on his shoulder directs his attention to one of the other Pomefiore second-years. Dorian Auclair, if he remembered right? A mer who was sorted into Pomefiore alongside Pierre and Hatton.
"Can I bother you for a moment? I just have a question about something." He asks softly, head slightly tilted as he waits patiently for Pierre's reply.
@angelifluctus
*His notebook sat wide open on his lap, the page half sprawled with barely legible cursive writing, as he shifted himself to face the other second year. He couldn't quite pinpoint where in particular he recognised him from other than being in the same year and dorm.* Hm? Hello, Dorian, right? *He smiled at him. It wasn't every day that someone came to ask him something, or talk to him at all, really. Mostly... Poisyn would. No, no, do not start thinking about that right now.* You wouldn't be bothering me at all, don't worry, this *he gestured to his book* is just scribbles, nothing important- ask away!
“Can you pretty please help me on today's assignment from professor Trein? Most of the lecture went over my head and I can never seem to grasp what he's saying.” Useless siren, indeed. The only thing Dorian was good at is singing and breaking mirrors. Hopefully Pierre didn't see the shattered mirror in the bathroom this morning or notice the bandage wrapped around Dorian's left hand.
“I'm horrible at History of Magic. I never know what is going on.”
Hm? *Pierres eyes seemed to light up a bit at the subjects mention, instantly reaching for his bag.* You came to the right person, then-! I've had this chapter studied before Professor Trein even introduced it, haha... Though I don't blame you. *He said while taking a heavily filled notebook onto his lap.* It can be hard to follow along with so much information, and sometimes Professor Treins expanded discussions can be confusing when following the chronological timeline- We were studying the past relationships between human and fae and the effect it had on the expansion of magic through genetics, remember? He said we would be spending a few lectures on it since we would have to go through the entirety of the war in Briar Valley between them and the Kingdom of- ah, would you like to sit down? I can show you my notes and try to talk you through it as much as you need-! *He gestured to the space beside him, still smiling at the other student.*
“Right, I do remember that bit, at least. Your help is quite appreciated.” Dorian sat down in the space offered, rather dainty now that he and Pierre were sitting side by side.
Would you ever believe that an undersea celebrity didn't know any of the curriculum? It was more likely than you think, really.
No need to be so formal about it, I love talking about this stuff. I hope to study it when I graduate so it's always good to revise these things regularly for me haha... *He laughed awkwardly before flicking open his notebook.* We should probably get started, I'm sure you don't want to hear me babbling about that... *He settled on the page, quickly scanning it and turning to the other student.* Right, so we start here in Briar Valley in... *He pointed to the cursively written timeline on the page, motioning his finger over an area of dates to signify the period he was discussing.* Around this time, there had been many rumours that the reigning Queen, Queen Maleficia's, daughter, Princess Meleanor and the power that she possessed in the kingdom. Specifically when it came to magical abilities, the Draconias were - and still are, by demonstration - very powerful people and held some of the highest status' for magic in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland. Briar Valley at the time, and from what I've heard it's still very much like this today, ran largely on the magic sources of the people rather than the more industrialised ways of living that non-fae predominant countries had embraced. And hence, more magic equalled higher status, and the Draconia's ruled over and were highly respected for that reason. However a rumour spread among neighbouring countries of the Princess' power, not only in what would now be considered a political sense, but in a magical sense too. Her power came from a magestone that was known to be incredibly powerful and that was believed to be encrusted somewhere to her - possibly her armour or a weapon, though it's not quite known for certain. All we know is that the magestone looked a little something like this. *He pointed to a printed out photo of an emerald green orb.* Pretty cool, right? You wouldn't think that it would be so desirable by just looking at it...
“Maybe not to most, but I greatly enjoy collecting shiny rocks and treasures from the water. It's just an odd little hobby I have. But again, every rumor has some level of truth.” Dorian could really only think of a few things right now and it was mostly "wow Pierre is really pretty" "fuck my hand hurts" and "I kind of want to steal the gem."
He was in fact paying attention, just a lot of things were happening at once for him.
Is that so? *He looked over at him, intruiged at the sudden fact.* That's cool, I was always more interested in seeing physical places than the smaller aspects like that, but surprisingly you're the second person I've met to have an interest in that sort of thing... well, a bit different, but not majorly-!
“Hatton too, right?” Dorian asks with a slight tilt of his head.
“Sometimes I bother him to give him shiny things I find and polish. I think he's gotten tired of me doing it.”
Yeah, I'm not surprised you two know each other! *He laughed awkwardly, brushing his hand along the side of his notebook repeatedly in an odd change of motion.* He's just like that with people, or at least I think he is, he's the same with me, except a lot less tolerable, depending on the day...
“I think he's convinced I'm trying to flaunt something. So I've kind of been giving him space.” Dorian wisely doesn't comment on the change in Pierre's tone, instead he redirects the topic back to the assignment.
“Anyway, you were saying something about the rumors surrounding Princess Maleanor? The magestone, is there anymore information about it?”
Flaunt something..? Huh... I can't say I'm too surprised... *Pierre snapped back to focus, slamming his hand against the book and turning to his study partner with a smile. He wasn't used to people asking him questions about history, much less to keep interest in it, and his excitement may have shown through a bit too much, but he didn't have it in him to pay any mind to it right now.* Oh- right! I'll get to the rumours aspect once I've answered your question-! There are some ideas of where it may be, if it still exists. Some historians seem to think that the Draconias have it, others think that it may have been lost or taken during the war, but ultimately no one of our time would be able to recognise it even if it were found, at least not easily as the Princess Glow. It's complicated, no one really knows... As for Princess Meleanor, rumours spread of what this magestone could do and what she planned to do with it. She was next in line to rule Briar Valley, after all. And a kingdom that relied on magic along with a Princess who supposedly held such high amounts of it, it would have in theory made the kingdom a powerhouse against others. And so, a neighbouring human kingdom began questioning the uses of that magic and how it could be used for their own benefit. Their king was unwell, you see, and they wondered whether or not the magic in this magestone would be able to heal him.
“I'm not at all surprised. Do forgive me, but humans have usually been the instigators in most historical wars. It is unfortunate that the magestone can't be found, though.”
No need to apologise, anyone who has even touched a history book or has any ounce of common sense could see that it's almost always a human issue... it is though, unfortunate, I mean, I've always wondered what it might look like had it survived....
“It's all we really can do unless someone magically finds it.”
I suppose... I can't help but wonder though, if it did survive, where would someone even begin looking for it? I mean surely once it left Briar Valley, it could have been handed around anywhere, and the kingdom thats royal family took it no longer exists, so it would be like finding a needle in a haystack...
“But more obsure things have been found, right? Even so, it may be best for the magestone to remain lost. Who knows what will happen to it.”
*Unexpecting company, Dorian was walking through the halls of Pomefiore dorm, when suddenly a voice called out to him.*
Dorian-! Wait up a sec-!
*Pierre was running towards him, his breath heaving as he slowed himself down.*
Dorian, have you- have you seen Poisyn anywhere? I really- really need to find him...
“Poisyn? No, I'm not sure where he might be- Well, I did tell him about a spot I like to go to to clear my mind. But let's check the school first before going because the other place is quite far.”
You know where? Please, please tell me-! I really need to talk to him before- I just need to, okay? I would be really grateful for the help, if you don't mind, please-!
“Have you checked his usual places? You know him better than I do. But if he's not anywhere around the school, then yeah I can take you to the cove.”
A few, yeah, but- *He crouched over, holding his hands on his knees for support.* I don't know all of his usual places, only most around the dorm and few I see him around the school at, but not as many as I should and- I don't even know if he wants to talk to me or see me but- I can't just stand around moping. I've made a promise to someone now, too, I need to keep it. 'It may be my chance to prove something to them both...'
“I hear you I hear you, breathe a little you're freaking me out.” Dorian brandishes his magic pen and flicks it, and a cool wave of magic flows into Pierre like cold water on a hot day. Refreshing and rejuvenating
“Come on, it's a long walk.”
While Pierre is minding his business, likely studying or something else, a tap on his shoulder directs his attention to one of the other Pomefiore second-years. Dorian Auclair, if he remembered right? A mer who was sorted into Pomefiore alongside Pierre and Hatton.
"Can I bother you for a moment? I just have a question about something." He asks softly, head slightly tilted as he waits patiently for Pierre's reply.
@angelifluctus
*His notebook sat wide open on his lap, the page half sprawled with barely legible cursive writing, as he shifted himself to face the other second year. He couldn't quite pinpoint where in particular he recognised him from other than being in the same year and dorm.* Hm? Hello, Dorian, right? *He smiled at him. It wasn't every day that someone came to ask him something, or talk to him at all, really. Mostly... Poisyn would. No, no, do not start thinking about that right now.* You wouldn't be bothering me at all, don't worry, this *he gestured to his book* is just scribbles, nothing important- ask away!
“Can you pretty please help me on today's assignment from professor Trein? Most of the lecture went over my head and I can never seem to grasp what he's saying.” Useless siren, indeed. The only thing Dorian was good at is singing and breaking mirrors. Hopefully Pierre didn't see the shattered mirror in the bathroom this morning or notice the bandage wrapped around Dorian's left hand.
“I'm horrible at History of Magic. I never know what is going on.”
Hm? *Pierres eyes seemed to light up a bit at the subjects mention, instantly reaching for his bag.* You came to the right person, then-! I've had this chapter studied before Professor Trein even introduced it, haha... Though I don't blame you. *He said while taking a heavily filled notebook onto his lap.* It can be hard to follow along with so much information, and sometimes Professor Treins expanded discussions can be confusing when following the chronological timeline- We were studying the past relationships between human and fae and the effect it had on the expansion of magic through genetics, remember? He said we would be spending a few lectures on it since we would have to go through the entirety of the war in Briar Valley between them and the Kingdom of- ah, would you like to sit down? I can show you my notes and try to talk you through it as much as you need-! *He gestured to the space beside him, still smiling at the other student.*
“Right, I do remember that bit, at least. Your help is quite appreciated.” Dorian sat down in the space offered, rather dainty now that he and Pierre were sitting side by side.
Would you ever believe that an undersea celebrity didn't know any of the curriculum? It was more likely than you think, really.
No need to be so formal about it, I love talking about this stuff. I hope to study it when I graduate so it's always good to revise these things regularly for me haha... *He laughed awkwardly before flicking open his notebook.* We should probably get started, I'm sure you don't want to hear me babbling about that... *He settled on the page, quickly scanning it and turning to the other student.* Right, so we start here in Briar Valley in... *He pointed to the cursively written timeline on the page, motioning his finger over an area of dates to signify the period he was discussing.* Around this time, there had been many rumours that the reigning Queen, Queen Maleficia's, daughter, Princess Meleanor and the power that she possessed in the kingdom. Specifically when it came to magical abilities, the Draconias were - and still are, by demonstration - very powerful people and held some of the highest status' for magic in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland. Briar Valley at the time, and from what I've heard it's still very much like this today, ran largely on the magic sources of the people rather than the more industrialised ways of living that non-fae predominant countries had embraced. And hence, more magic equalled higher status, and the Draconia's ruled over and were highly respected for that reason. However a rumour spread among neighbouring countries of the Princess' power, not only in what would now be considered a political sense, but in a magical sense too. Her power came from a magestone that was known to be incredibly powerful and that was believed to be encrusted somewhere to her - possibly her armour or a weapon, though it's not quite known for certain. All we know is that the magestone looked a little something like this. *He pointed to a printed out photo of an emerald green orb.* Pretty cool, right? You wouldn't think that it would be so desirable by just looking at it...
“Maybe not to most, but I greatly enjoy collecting shiny rocks and treasures from the water. It's just an odd little hobby I have. But again, every rumor has some level of truth.” Dorian could really only think of a few things right now and it was mostly "wow Pierre is really pretty" "fuck my hand hurts" and "I kind of want to steal the gem."
He was in fact paying attention, just a lot of things were happening at once for him.
Is that so? *He looked over at him, intruiged at the sudden fact.* That's cool, I was always more interested in seeing physical places than the smaller aspects like that, but surprisingly you're the second person I've met to have an interest in that sort of thing... well, a bit different, but not majorly-!
“Hatton too, right?” Dorian asks with a slight tilt of his head.
“Sometimes I bother him to give him shiny things I find and polish. I think he's gotten tired of me doing it.”
Yeah, I'm not surprised you two know each other! *He laughed awkwardly, brushing his hand along the side of his notebook repeatedly in an odd change of motion.* He's just like that with people, or at least I think he is, he's the same with me, except a lot less tolerable, depending on the day...
“I think he's convinced I'm trying to flaunt something. So I've kind of been giving him space.” Dorian wisely doesn't comment on the change in Pierre's tone, instead he redirects the topic back to the assignment.
“Anyway, you were saying something about the rumors surrounding Princess Maleanor? The magestone, is there anymore information about it?”
Flaunt something..? Huh... I can't say I'm too surprised... *Pierre snapped back to focus, slamming his hand against the book and turning to his study partner with a smile. He wasn't used to people asking him questions about history, much less to keep interest in it, and his excitement may have shown through a bit too much, but he didn't have it in him to pay any mind to it right now.* Oh- right! I'll get to the rumours aspect once I've answered your question-! There are some ideas of where it may be, if it still exists. Some historians seem to think that the Draconias have it, others think that it may have been lost or taken during the war, but ultimately no one of our time would be able to recognise it even if it were found, at least not easily as the Princess Glow. It's complicated, no one really knows... As for Princess Meleanor, rumours spread of what this magestone could do and what she planned to do with it. She was next in line to rule Briar Valley, after all. And a kingdom that relied on magic along with a Princess who supposedly held such high amounts of it, it would have in theory made the kingdom a powerhouse against others. And so, a neighbouring human kingdom began questioning the uses of that magic and how it could be used for their own benefit. Their king was unwell, you see, and they wondered whether or not the magic in this magestone would be able to heal him.
“I'm not at all surprised. Do forgive me, but humans have usually been the instigators in most historical wars. It is unfortunate that the magestone can't be found, though.”
No need to apologise, anyone who has even touched a history book or has any ounce of common sense could see that it's almost always a human issue... it is though, unfortunate, I mean, I've always wondered what it might look like had it survived....
“It's all we really can do unless someone magically finds it.”
*Unexpecting company, Dorian was walking through the halls of Pomefiore dorm, when suddenly a voice called out to him.*
Dorian-! Wait up a sec-!
*Pierre was running towards him, his breath heaving as he slowed himself down.*
Dorian, have you- have you seen Poisyn anywhere? I really- really need to find him...
“Poisyn? No, I'm not sure where he might be- Well, I did tell him about a spot I like to go to to clear my mind. But let's check the school first before going because the other place is quite far.”
You know where? Please, please tell me-! I really need to talk to him before- I just need to, okay? I would be really grateful for the help, if you don't mind, please-!
“Have you checked his usual places? You know him better than I do. But if he's not anywhere around the school, then yeah I can take you to the cove.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
While Pierre is minding his business, likely studying or something else, a tap on his shoulder directs his attention to one of the other Pomefiore second-years. Dorian Auclair, if he remembered right? A mer who was sorted into Pomefiore alongside Pierre and Hatton.
"Can I bother you for a moment? I just have a question about something." He asks softly, head slightly tilted as he waits patiently for Pierre's reply.
@angelifluctus
*His notebook sat wide open on his lap, the page half sprawled with barely legible cursive writing, as he shifted himself to face the other second year. He couldn't quite pinpoint where in particular he recognised him from other than being in the same year and dorm.* Hm? Hello, Dorian, right? *He smiled at him. It wasn't every day that someone came to ask him something, or talk to him at all, really. Mostly... Poisyn would. No, no, do not start thinking about that right now.* You wouldn't be bothering me at all, don't worry, this *he gestured to his book* is just scribbles, nothing important- ask away!
“Can you pretty please help me on today's assignment from professor Trein? Most of the lecture went over my head and I can never seem to grasp what he's saying.” Useless siren, indeed. The only thing Dorian was good at is singing and breaking mirrors. Hopefully Pierre didn't see the shattered mirror in the bathroom this morning or notice the bandage wrapped around Dorian's left hand.
“I'm horrible at History of Magic. I never know what is going on.”
Hm? *Pierres eyes seemed to light up a bit at the subjects mention, instantly reaching for his bag.* You came to the right person, then-! I've had this chapter studied before Professor Trein even introduced it, haha... Though I don't blame you. *He said while taking a heavily filled notebook onto his lap.* It can be hard to follow along with so much information, and sometimes Professor Treins expanded discussions can be confusing when following the chronological timeline- We were studying the past relationships between human and fae and the effect it had on the expansion of magic through genetics, remember? He said we would be spending a few lectures on it since we would have to go through the entirety of the war in Briar Valley between them and the Kingdom of- ah, would you like to sit down? I can show you my notes and try to talk you through it as much as you need-! *He gestured to the space beside him, still smiling at the other student.*
“Right, I do remember that bit, at least. Your help is quite appreciated.” Dorian sat down in the space offered, rather dainty now that he and Pierre were sitting side by side.
Would you ever believe that an undersea celebrity didn't know any of the curriculum? It was more likely than you think, really.
No need to be so formal about it, I love talking about this stuff. I hope to study it when I graduate so it's always good to revise these things regularly for me haha... *He laughed awkwardly before flicking open his notebook.* We should probably get started, I'm sure you don't want to hear me babbling about that... *He settled on the page, quickly scanning it and turning to the other student.* Right, so we start here in Briar Valley in... *He pointed to the cursively written timeline on the page, motioning his finger over an area of dates to signify the period he was discussing.* Around this time, there had been many rumours that the reigning Queen, Queen Maleficia's, daughter, Princess Meleanor and the power that she possessed in the kingdom. Specifically when it came to magical abilities, the Draconias were - and still are, by demonstration - very powerful people and held some of the highest status' for magic in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland. Briar Valley at the time, and from what I've heard it's still very much like this today, ran largely on the magic sources of the people rather than the more industrialised ways of living that non-fae predominant countries had embraced. And hence, more magic equalled higher status, and the Draconia's ruled over and were highly respected for that reason. However a rumour spread among neighbouring countries of the Princess' power, not only in what would now be considered a political sense, but in a magical sense too. Her power came from a magestone that was known to be incredibly powerful and that was believed to be encrusted somewhere to her - possibly her armour or a weapon, though it's not quite known for certain. All we know is that the magestone looked a little something like this. *He pointed to a printed out photo of an emerald green orb.* Pretty cool, right? You wouldn't think that it would be so desirable by just looking at it...
“Maybe not to most, but I greatly enjoy collecting shiny rocks and treasures from the water. It's just an odd little hobby I have. But again, every rumor has some level of truth.” Dorian could really only think of a few things right now and it was mostly "wow Pierre is really pretty" "fuck my hand hurts" and "I kind of want to steal the gem."
He was in fact paying attention, just a lot of things were happening at once for him.
Is that so? *He looked over at him, intruiged at the sudden fact.* That's cool, I was always more interested in seeing physical places than the smaller aspects like that, but surprisingly you're the second person I've met to have an interest in that sort of thing... well, a bit different, but not majorly-!
“Hatton too, right?” Dorian asks with a slight tilt of his head.
“Sometimes I bother him to give him shiny things I find and polish. I think he's gotten tired of me doing it.”
Yeah, I'm not surprised you two know each other! *He laughed awkwardly, brushing his hand along the side of his notebook repeatedly in an odd change of motion.* He's just like that with people, or at least I think he is, he's the same with me, except a lot less tolerable, depending on the day...
“I think he's convinced I'm trying to flaunt something. So I've kind of been giving him space.” Dorian wisely doesn't comment on the change in Pierre's tone, instead he redirects the topic back to the assignment.
“Anyway, you were saying something about the rumors surrounding Princess Maleanor? The magestone, is there anymore information about it?”
Flaunt something..? Huh... I can't say I'm too surprised... *Pierre snapped back to focus, slamming his hand against the book and turning to his study partner with a smile. He wasn't used to people asking him questions about history, much less to keep interest in it, and his excitement may have shown through a bit too much, but he didn't have it in him to pay any mind to it right now.* Oh- right! I'll get to the rumours aspect once I've answered your question-! There are some ideas of where it may be, if it still exists. Some historians seem to think that the Draconias have it, others think that it may have been lost or taken during the war, but ultimately no one of our time would be able to recognise it even if it were found, at least not easily as the Princess Glow. It's complicated, no one really knows... As for Princess Meleanor, rumours spread of what this magestone could do and what she planned to do with it. She was next in line to rule Briar Valley, after all. And a kingdom that relied on magic along with a Princess who supposedly held such high amounts of it, it would have in theory made the kingdom a powerhouse against others. And so, a neighbouring human kingdom began questioning the uses of that magic and how it could be used for their own benefit. Their king was unwell, you see, and they wondered whether or not the magic in this magestone would be able to heal him.
“I'm not at all surprised. Do forgive me, but humans have usually been the instigators in most historical wars. It is unfortunate that the magestone can't be found, though.”
There's beauty and there's danger here, split the ice apart ! And beware the frozen heart
Muses | Tags | Answered asks | Thread tracker
A twst oc-only multimuse written by Kori ; affiliated with @thearchivalsystem, @trxgicfxrce, @dreamsomnias, @stxrrydxsires (ask to be added/removed)
starter for ; @angelifluctus
he misses fontaine already.
though sunday does like snezhnaya - the weather is acceptable, if a little on the cold side, but putting on more layers is easy enough. perhaps he's just biased to the first place he saw, he wonders. and the orchestra - ah, he does miss that. but he'll be back soon enough. not as if he can't use the teleport waypoints if he needs to, anyway.
he's been in one of the music rooms in zapolyarny palace all day; not doing much, just abstractly making a few compositions, switching from instrument to instrument. no, this won't do - he gives up, and ends up leaving. just out of the corridor, he makes eye contact with someone walking towards the room - is that-?
“ um, ” he says, because he doesn't know what else to say. “ ...it's a pleasure to see you again, monsieur auclair. are you not meant to be dead? ”
“Bonjour. It's... Well, it's a bit of a long story. I'm glad you were not harmed during the explosion. It's a pleasure to see you again, I didn't know you would be in Snezhnaya.” Dorian looks... well he looks much more healthy now. The Anemo vision on his hip clinked gently against a Cryo Delusion, and both of them were connected to a sheathed sword.
“Were you just leaving the concert hall?”
“ not particularly harmed, ” he shakes his head. “ certainly an impactful performance, though. most of the orchestra was fine: i, the concertmaster, his vice and a few others sitting at the front only got some small scrapes from shrapnel. you, though - that looked rather painful, if you ask me. ” pause. there had been something... he hums. “ how ever did you get away with it? ”
ah, right. “ i spend most of my time split between fontaine and snezhnaya, ” he nods. doesn't specify why, quite yet. nobody starts conversations with 'i have a situationship-esque thing going on with the tsaritsa'. he notes the delusion - wonders if dorian has seen his own. he doubts it: it wasn't on him in fontaine, and here he keeps it usually inside his jacket. (even if he can use the elements, a delusion is more efficient. what's it gonna do? kill him?) “ i was indeed just leaving. are you coming in now? ”
“It was a puppet created in my likeness. The person actually performing on the stage was Dottore using some type of technology to disguise himself as me. I was in my dressing room the entire time.” Dorian explained, a bit guilty that others had been harmed.
“Ah, I was. But music can wait when I probably have a bit of explaining to do.”
starter for ; @angelifluctus
he misses fontaine already.
though sunday does like snezhnaya - the weather is acceptable, if a little on the cold side, but putting on more layers is easy enough. perhaps he's just biased to the first place he saw, he wonders. and the orchestra - ah, he does miss that. but he'll be back soon enough. not as if he can't use the teleport waypoints if he needs to, anyway.
he's been in one of the music rooms in zapolyarny palace all day; not doing much, just abstractly making a few compositions, switching from instrument to instrument. no, this won't do - he gives up, and ends up leaving. just out of the corridor, he makes eye contact with someone walking towards the room - is that-?
“ um, ” he says, because he doesn't know what else to say. “ ...it's a pleasure to see you again, monsieur auclair. are you not meant to be dead? ”
“Bonjour. It's... Well, it's a bit of a long story. I'm glad you were not harmed during the explosion. It's a pleasure to see you again, I didn't know you would be in Snezhnaya.” Dorian looks... well he looks much more healthy now. The Anemo vision on his hip clinked gently against a Cryo Delusion, and both of them were connected to a sheathed sword.
“Were you just leaving the concert hall?”
! Open thread !
Poisyn walked around the paths of Night Raven College, having just walked Kris to her class. First period would be fun, Russ and Pierce are in that class.
Three days until Onyx, Quinn, Vinny, and Gabe came to visit. Three days. That's all he needed to wait for. It'll be perfect, they'll love to hear more about things he's done, been doing, etc. They'll meet the Ramshackle Runts, congratulate him on making real friends again. Then they'll all go to the town, spend the day doing whatever, get home at 3 AM, sleep, and do it all again. He smiled softly. But then.....
Pierre won't be going to our house this break.
...
He sighed, Poisyn already pushed him away, why won't the feelings die?
“You look troubled this morning, Poisyn.” Dorian said, having emerged from the connecting hallway. Dressed in and identical Pomefiore school uniform, it's likely that Poisyn has seen Dorian interact with Hatton or Pierre. Or has seen him in the pop music club with Azazel, Vanitas, Kalim, Cater, Sunday, and Lilia. He was an odd and pretty unstable individual, but not unkind. He was more likely to help someone else before helping himself.
“Is something bothering you?”
"Yeah, a lot, but it's not your problem." He mumbled. Poisyn didn't mean it in a mean way, he meant it like it's something Dorian didn't need to worry about, something that Poisyn had to deal with.
Another rare, friendly pomefiore student. Maybe he doesnt like the spotlight.
“I won't ask you to share then. But if you ever want to get away from it for a while, you can always ask me. I know we never really talk, but I'm also not one to leave a dorm mate of mine in emotional turmoil.” He was completely unbothered by the wording Poisyn used, like he already knew that the other wasn't trying to be mean.
Poisyn smiled softly, weird what can happen when you blot and suddenly everyone treats you kindly. He's an emotional timebomb, he doesn't blame people for wanting to avoid another outburst....orrrrr maybe this guy was just nice.
"y-yeah...I appreciate it. I'm currently staying at ramshackle, so ive already gotten away physically...but what did you have in mind?"
Dorian was just like this, he had no idea about the situation or the blot. He just saw a classmate looking troubled and wanted to help in some way.
“It's a bit of a long walk, but there's this grotto that I found while walking along the coast. It's closed off and hardly anyone goes there, it'd be a nice place to just run away for a bit and unwind. But it's good you've got somewhere to go.”
he hummed, "that sounds....really nice, actually."
“It is. I think you'd enjoy it just as much as I do.”
"....wanna go check it out?" He mumbled, "I'm doing fine in my next period, and as long as youre chill with it...?"
“I mean, I'm already failing so sure why not.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
*Unexpecting company, Dorian was walking through the halls of Pomefiore dorm, when suddenly a voice called out to him.*
Dorian-! Wait up a sec-!
*Pierre was running towards him, his breath heaving as he slowed himself down.*
Dorian, have you- have you seen Poisyn anywhere? I really- really need to find him...
“Poisyn? No, I'm not sure where he might be- Well, I did tell him about a spot I like to go to to clear my mind. But let's check the school first before going because the other place is quite far.”
While Pierre is minding his business, likely studying or something else, a tap on his shoulder directs his attention to one of the other Pomefiore second-years. Dorian Auclair, if he remembered right? A mer who was sorted into Pomefiore alongside Pierre and Hatton.
"Can I bother you for a moment? I just have a question about something." He asks softly, head slightly tilted as he waits patiently for Pierre's reply.
@angelifluctus
*His notebook sat wide open on his lap, the page half sprawled with barely legible cursive writing, as he shifted himself to face the other second year. He couldn't quite pinpoint where in particular he recognised him from other than being in the same year and dorm.* Hm? Hello, Dorian, right? *He smiled at him. It wasn't every day that someone came to ask him something, or talk to him at all, really. Mostly... Poisyn would. No, no, do not start thinking about that right now.* You wouldn't be bothering me at all, don't worry, this *he gestured to his book* is just scribbles, nothing important- ask away!
“Can you pretty please help me on today's assignment from professor Trein? Most of the lecture went over my head and I can never seem to grasp what he's saying.” Useless siren, indeed. The only thing Dorian was good at is singing and breaking mirrors. Hopefully Pierre didn't see the shattered mirror in the bathroom this morning or notice the bandage wrapped around Dorian's left hand.
“I'm horrible at History of Magic. I never know what is going on.”
Hm? *Pierres eyes seemed to light up a bit at the subjects mention, instantly reaching for his bag.* You came to the right person, then-! I've had this chapter studied before Professor Trein even introduced it, haha... Though I don't blame you. *He said while taking a heavily filled notebook onto his lap.* It can be hard to follow along with so much information, and sometimes Professor Treins expanded discussions can be confusing when following the chronological timeline- We were studying the past relationships between human and fae and the effect it had on the expansion of magic through genetics, remember? He said we would be spending a few lectures on it since we would have to go through the entirety of the war in Briar Valley between them and the Kingdom of- ah, would you like to sit down? I can show you my notes and try to talk you through it as much as you need-! *He gestured to the space beside him, still smiling at the other student.*
“Right, I do remember that bit, at least. Your help is quite appreciated.” Dorian sat down in the space offered, rather dainty now that he and Pierre were sitting side by side.
Would you ever believe that an undersea celebrity didn't know any of the curriculum? It was more likely than you think, really.
No need to be so formal about it, I love talking about this stuff. I hope to study it when I graduate so it's always good to revise these things regularly for me haha... *He laughed awkwardly before flicking open his notebook.* We should probably get started, I'm sure you don't want to hear me babbling about that... *He settled on the page, quickly scanning it and turning to the other student.* Right, so we start here in Briar Valley in... *He pointed to the cursively written timeline on the page, motioning his finger over an area of dates to signify the period he was discussing.* Around this time, there had been many rumours that the reigning Queen, Queen Maleficia's, daughter, Princess Meleanor and the power that she possessed in the kingdom. Specifically when it came to magical abilities, the Draconias were - and still are, by demonstration - very powerful people and held some of the highest status' for magic in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland. Briar Valley at the time, and from what I've heard it's still very much like this today, ran largely on the magic sources of the people rather than the more industrialised ways of living that non-fae predominant countries had embraced. And hence, more magic equalled higher status, and the Draconia's ruled over and were highly respected for that reason. However a rumour spread among neighbouring countries of the Princess' power, not only in what would now be considered a political sense, but in a magical sense too. Her power came from a magestone that was known to be incredibly powerful and that was believed to be encrusted somewhere to her - possibly her armour or a weapon, though it's not quite known for certain. All we know is that the magestone looked a little something like this. *He pointed to a printed out photo of an emerald green orb.* Pretty cool, right? You wouldn't think that it would be so desirable by just looking at it...
“Maybe not to most, but I greatly enjoy collecting shiny rocks and treasures from the water. It's just an odd little hobby I have. But again, every rumor has some level of truth.” Dorian could really only think of a few things right now and it was mostly "wow Pierre is really pretty" "fuck my hand hurts" and "I kind of want to steal the gem."
He was in fact paying attention, just a lot of things were happening at once for him.
Is that so? *He looked over at him, intruiged at the sudden fact.* That's cool, I was always more interested in seeing physical places than the smaller aspects like that, but surprisingly you're the second person I've met to have an interest in that sort of thing... well, a bit different, but not majorly-!
“Hatton too, right?” Dorian asks with a slight tilt of his head.
“Sometimes I bother him to give him shiny things I find and polish. I think he's gotten tired of me doing it.”
Yeah, I'm not surprised you two know each other! *He laughed awkwardly, brushing his hand along the side of his notebook repeatedly in an odd change of motion.* He's just like that with people, or at least I think he is, he's the same with me, except a lot less tolerable, depending on the day...
“I think he's convinced I'm trying to flaunt something. So I've kind of been giving him space.” Dorian wisely doesn't comment on the change in Pierre's tone, instead he redirects the topic back to the assignment.
“Anyway, you were saying something about the rumors surrounding Princess Maleanor? The magestone, is there anymore information about it?”
While Pierre is minding his business, likely studying or something else, a tap on his shoulder directs his attention to one of the other Pomefiore second-years. Dorian Auclair, if he remembered right? A mer who was sorted into Pomefiore alongside Pierre and Hatton.
"Can I bother you for a moment? I just have a question about something." He asks softly, head slightly tilted as he waits patiently for Pierre's reply.
@angelifluctus
*His notebook sat wide open on his lap, the page half sprawled with barely legible cursive writing, as he shifted himself to face the other second year. He couldn't quite pinpoint where in particular he recognised him from other than being in the same year and dorm.* Hm? Hello, Dorian, right? *He smiled at him. It wasn't every day that someone came to ask him something, or talk to him at all, really. Mostly... Poisyn would. No, no, do not start thinking about that right now.* You wouldn't be bothering me at all, don't worry, this *he gestured to his book* is just scribbles, nothing important- ask away!
“Can you pretty please help me on today's assignment from professor Trein? Most of the lecture went over my head and I can never seem to grasp what he's saying.” Useless siren, indeed. The only thing Dorian was good at is singing and breaking mirrors. Hopefully Pierre didn't see the shattered mirror in the bathroom this morning or notice the bandage wrapped around Dorian's left hand.
“I'm horrible at History of Magic. I never know what is going on.”
Hm? *Pierres eyes seemed to light up a bit at the subjects mention, instantly reaching for his bag.* You came to the right person, then-! I've had this chapter studied before Professor Trein even introduced it, haha... Though I don't blame you. *He said while taking a heavily filled notebook onto his lap.* It can be hard to follow along with so much information, and sometimes Professor Treins expanded discussions can be confusing when following the chronological timeline- We were studying the past relationships between human and fae and the effect it had on the expansion of magic through genetics, remember? He said we would be spending a few lectures on it since we would have to go through the entirety of the war in Briar Valley between them and the Kingdom of- ah, would you like to sit down? I can show you my notes and try to talk you through it as much as you need-! *He gestured to the space beside him, still smiling at the other student.*
“Right, I do remember that bit, at least. Your help is quite appreciated.” Dorian sat down in the space offered, rather dainty now that he and Pierre were sitting side by side.
Would you ever believe that an undersea celebrity didn't know any of the curriculum? It was more likely than you think, really.
No need to be so formal about it, I love talking about this stuff. I hope to study it when I graduate so it's always good to revise these things regularly for me haha... *He laughed awkwardly before flicking open his notebook.* We should probably get started, I'm sure you don't want to hear me babbling about that... *He settled on the page, quickly scanning it and turning to the other student.* Right, so we start here in Briar Valley in... *He pointed to the cursively written timeline on the page, motioning his finger over an area of dates to signify the period he was discussing.* Around this time, there had been many rumours that the reigning Queen, Queen Maleficia's, daughter, Princess Meleanor and the power that she possessed in the kingdom. Specifically when it came to magical abilities, the Draconias were - and still are, by demonstration - very powerful people and held some of the highest status' for magic in the entirety of Twisted Wonderland. Briar Valley at the time, and from what I've heard it's still very much like this today, ran largely on the magic sources of the people rather than the more industrialised ways of living that non-fae predominant countries had embraced. And hence, more magic equalled higher status, and the Draconia's ruled over and were highly respected for that reason. However a rumour spread among neighbouring countries of the Princess' power, not only in what would now be considered a political sense, but in a magical sense too. Her power came from a magestone that was known to be incredibly powerful and that was believed to be encrusted somewhere to her - possibly her armour or a weapon, though it's not quite known for certain. All we know is that the magestone looked a little something like this. *He pointed to a printed out photo of an emerald green orb.* Pretty cool, right? You wouldn't think that it would be so desirable by just looking at it...
“Maybe not to most, but I greatly enjoy collecting shiny rocks and treasures from the water. It's just an odd little hobby I have. But again, every rumor has some level of truth.” Dorian could really only think of a few things right now and it was mostly "wow Pierre is really pretty" "fuck my hand hurts" and "I kind of want to steal the gem."
He was in fact paying attention, just a lot of things were happening at once for him.
Is that so? *He looked over at him, intruiged at the sudden fact.* That's cool, I was always more interested in seeing physical places than the smaller aspects like that, but surprisingly you're the second person I've met to have an interest in that sort of thing... well, a bit different, but not majorly-!
“Hatton too, right?” Dorian asks with a slight tilt of his head.
“Sometimes I bother him to give him shiny things I find and polish. I think he's gotten tired of me doing it.”
I sense that someone has finally successfully projected their period cramps onto Crowley…
“If only I could project the bleeding onto him too. This shit sucks. How do humans deal with this shit every month?”
"Professor, I brought scales. I uhm. Did something."
Dorian Auclair, second year Pomefiore student who tried his hardest but did not have the rest of his dorm's finesse in alchemy.
But why on earth would he have scales and where did he get them? And why are they in a silk pouch of all things?
"I kind of ran into a rock while swimming and a lot of my scales broke off. They're quite sturdy though, so at most they're a bit chipped."
@angelifluctus (hi i'm ludovic's mod)
"You did something?" Crewel asks as he looks up from the work he had been going through. He pauses at the other and clicks his tongue as he stands.
"Thank you for bringing them to me, they will be useful, but- are you alright?" he asks, standing up and making his way over to Dorain. His gaze flicks over, trying to check for any more injuries than running into the rock.
“I'm fine, very durable actually.” Other than the patches where scales were raw and bloodied, covered by bandages, there was a wrap around Dorian's knuckles as well.
"I am glad to hear you're durable - or that you say you are - but I would just like to make sure that you're fine. Have you been to the infirmary?" he asks. The bandages are a good sign, that it is best to make sure...
“I don't go to the infirmary. I don't find it particularly pleasant there.”
"I can admit, that is fair enough... are you sure that you are alright, though? No lasting damage or intense injuries?"
“Yes, professor. At most, there may be a bit of bruising. I'm rather talented at healing magic, even though I can hardly brew a proper potion.”
"Right... well, I am glad to hear you are alright and there will be nothing lasting. It's good to hear you can do some healing too, especially when potions aren't your strongest point. Once more, I must thank you for the scales."
“Of course, I have no other use for them after all. They would've just become another trinket on my shelf. But ah, I cleaned them the best I could but they might still have a bit of blood on them.”
"This happens a lot then?" he asks, though the question is rhetorical. He could assume. "You did a good job cleaning them, though. I can't see much staining on them, though thank you for the warning."
“Not often, I just assumed you wouldn't want potion ingredients that still have my blood on them.”
"You would be correct. Sometimes, with the addition of blood, theres a possibility a potion might... change. Plus, some people don't overly like seeing blood, even if it is dried."
“Understandably so, blood isn't supposed to be outside of one's body after all.” Dorian feels a buzzing in his pocket and checks his phone, clicking his tongue when he sees the time.
“I have to go to my next class. I'll see you in fifth period, Professor.”
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
"Professor, I brought scales. I uhm. Did something."
Dorian Auclair, second year Pomefiore student who tried his hardest but did not have the rest of his dorm's finesse in alchemy.
But why on earth would he have scales and where did he get them? And why are they in a silk pouch of all things?
"I kind of ran into a rock while swimming and a lot of my scales broke off. They're quite sturdy though, so at most they're a bit chipped."
@angelifluctus (hi i'm ludovic's mod)
"You did something?" Crewel asks as he looks up from the work he had been going through. He pauses at the other and clicks his tongue as he stands.
"Thank you for bringing them to me, they will be useful, but- are you alright?" he asks, standing up and making his way over to Dorain. His gaze flicks over, trying to check for any more injuries than running into the rock.
“I'm fine, very durable actually.” Other than the patches where scales were raw and bloodied, covered by bandages, there was a wrap around Dorian's knuckles as well.
"I am glad to hear you're durable - or that you say you are - but I would just like to make sure that you're fine. Have you been to the infirmary?" he asks. The bandages are a good sign, that it is best to make sure...
“I don't go to the infirmary. I don't find it particularly pleasant there.”
"I can admit, that is fair enough... are you sure that you are alright, though? No lasting damage or intense injuries?"
“Yes, professor. At most, there may be a bit of bruising. I'm rather talented at healing magic, even though I can hardly brew a proper potion.”
"Right... well, I am glad to hear you are alright and there will be nothing lasting. It's good to hear you can do some healing too, especially when potions aren't your strongest point. Once more, I must thank you for the scales."
“Of course, I have no other use for them after all. They would've just become another trinket on my shelf. But ah, I cleaned them the best I could but they might still have a bit of blood on them.”
"This happens a lot then?" he asks, though the question is rhetorical. He could assume. "You did a good job cleaning them, though. I can't see much staining on them, though thank you for the warning."
“Not often, I just assumed you wouldn't want potion ingredients that still have my blood on them.”
"Professor, I brought scales. I uhm. Did something."
Dorian Auclair, second year Pomefiore student who tried his hardest but did not have the rest of his dorm's finesse in alchemy.
But why on earth would he have scales and where did he get them? And why are they in a silk pouch of all things?
"I kind of ran into a rock while swimming and a lot of my scales broke off. They're quite sturdy though, so at most they're a bit chipped."
@angelifluctus (hi i'm ludovic's mod)
"You did something?" Crewel asks as he looks up from the work he had been going through. He pauses at the other and clicks his tongue as he stands.
"Thank you for bringing them to me, they will be useful, but- are you alright?" he asks, standing up and making his way over to Dorain. His gaze flicks over, trying to check for any more injuries than running into the rock.
“I'm fine, very durable actually.” Other than the patches where scales were raw and bloodied, covered by bandages, there was a wrap around Dorian's knuckles as well.
"I am glad to hear you're durable - or that you say you are - but I would just like to make sure that you're fine. Have you been to the infirmary?" he asks. The bandages are a good sign, that it is best to make sure...
“I don't go to the infirmary. I don't find it particularly pleasant there.”
"I can admit, that is fair enough... are you sure that you are alright, though? No lasting damage or intense injuries?"
“Yes, professor. At most, there may be a bit of bruising. I'm rather talented at healing magic, even though I can hardly brew a proper potion.”
"Right... well, I am glad to hear you are alright and there will be nothing lasting. It's good to hear you can do some healing too, especially when potions aren't your strongest point. Once more, I must thank you for the scales."
“Of course, I have no other use for them after all. They would've just become another trinket on my shelf. But ah, I cleaned them the best I could but they might still have a bit of blood on them.”
