#appleofintelligence

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"Of course! Anything for my sweetheart.'"

“There is a dawn, which must light every new day. Here, in this world of black & white, she is that dawn, shining in blessed, snowy white, gold.”

Independent Roleplaying blog, for a shy, cute, Holy Virgin Princess OC.

8+ years of RP experience.

Open to NSFW(Gore, violence, smut, etc...), when plotted, but not the primary focus of the blog.

Mostly animated icons used, but open to those using RL people icons as well.

Multiple minor muses & special muses available for rp(only through request).

Open & expansive fantasy world optional to explore(somewhat still under construction) 13 countries total(including 2 continents & 2 islands). Mostly English/French/Asian based cultures.

Multi-verse & Multi-ship friendly! Also open to AUs.

Semi-Selective, but very open to new ideas & partners. Plotting is where the fun is, after all!

Mun is 18+. Also quite shy, & easily frightened, best to connect to her through IMs before beginning interactions. Be gentle!

Like/Reblog if your interested in beginning interactions, & to spread the word about the hard work going down at appleofintelligence!

She’s standing out in Castle Town Square. There weren’t many people about, given the weather. But it was such a beautiful spring day that she couldn’t stay inside. The flowers were blooming, made her want to go out to the fields where they could grow without inhibition. But such wasn’t in the cards for her right now. She wasn’t to leave the city walls.

Absentmindedly, she twirls at her violet umbrella. It matches her dress in every aspect, naturally. A princess had to look perfect at all times. And maybe there was a part of her that liked that. Maybe there was a part of her that wanted to look perfect. A shining icon, in a dark world. Was it vain of her? She wasn’t sure. She did take great care in her appearance, but she didn’t really consider herself vain. She didn’t value appearance over other things.

It was just something she took care of, to keep up the perfect visage. She had a routine, and she didn’t want to break that.

A gloved hand outstretches, as to cradle a flower that was growing in one of the many grass patches strewn about town. The flower was dripping wet, it must have greatly been enjoying this shower. Zelda seats herself next to it, even though it meant getting a little of her dress wet. She was too enamored with the flowers to care. Nature was so incredibly beautiful, she couldn’t get enough of it, and the flower smelled so sweetly.

“I’m so lucky I got out of that meeting today. For once, my grandmother wasn’t out doing business with another kingdom, so she took over for me. It kinda sucks running the place by myself...” Iori exhales as she vents to her friend.

Yeehaw, movie night-

“What do we wanna watch?” Iori hums, looking at her shelf of DVDs, then back at the guests on her couch.

Iori herself has certainly gone all-out. Snacks, pajamas, pillows and blankets, the works. She’s determined to have as much fun as possible.

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“You look like you got a Gaulish Worm wriggling in your stomach, Mister Shiny Plated man. Do you get it every time you see my face?”

“Go... away... Admus....”

“What? Are you still butthurt that your so called ‘crush’ was interested in some kinky fun with a famous Gladiator?”

“Ugh, how do you live with yourself? You parade it like it is your greatest achievement despite the fact that she murdered you right after...”

“But it is! She enjoyed it so much that she knew she did not want to share me with any other woman! She had no other option, for she knew I could not be ‘tied down...’”

“...You... how can you say that with such a straight face?!”

“Because, you know it to be true, after all, you do know why she chose to settle with a beta fencer who cannot be seen outside of his little safety suit?”

“....Why then?”

“Because she needed someone close enough to stand in for pure, Roman meat~”

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Bowen knew how careful he had to be in brushing her hair, even down to using the right brush, but he was delicate in his movements... and the look on her face showed how good it all felt for her.