#c:ivan

With the number 25 still pinned to her dress, her eyes scanned the crowd for the Russian prince. Assuming that her best bet would be to find him based on his towering height and slender build- numbers proving to be a challenge to spot as people whizzed by. And- had it not been for guests bumping into her, as she obstructed the flow of traffic to the ballroom’s dance floor, she would have found him almost instantaneously. Even with his back to her she’d spotted him with ease; Zoey carefully clasping the luxuriously silken fabric of her dress as she made her way over to the prince. Leaning in slightly and getting on her tippy toes to increase the chances of him hearing her. “Even with a mask on- your height kind of gives you away.” 

Thank you Ivan, I like to think we are too. 

Fandom: Gravity Falls ||  CW: -  ||  “But I will never forget!“

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Ford stumbled as he was pushed into another unfamiliar room inside of the museum. He should have known not to go into town. No, he had known, he’d just thought he could get away with doing it. 

“Why are you all so intent on erasing knowledge of anomalies?!” He spat out at them, stepping back away from incoming members who moved forward to grab him by his arms.

“It only causes people more and more stress, you’re just adding to the problem.” A relatively young voice said to him.

Panic edged up in his throat as he was forced into a chair in the middle of the room. It was- It was okay, whatever they erased it could be remembered again. He’d remembered something once after Fiddleford had used the memory blaster on him, he could do it again. 

“You’re not helping anyone.” Ford told them.

“We’re helping our founder.”

His mind came to a halt at that, until the blaster started turning in his direction.

@trucdisaster

“¿Estás segurx? Todavía te sobra tiempo para cambiar el curso de las cosas, no lo des por perdido”

She’d asked for a sitting room. One preferably with a door that could lock. The last thing she needed was her peers thinking she was getting too close or even remotely inappropriate with a royal. Oh the flack. Though she was certain a few of them had done pirouettes on the tight lined boundaries set for them. She- on the other hand- was not willing to take the chance. Do your job, avoid a scandal was the motto she was hoping she could stick to. 

Hearing the door open she glanced up- a little too eagerly- before rising to her feet to curtsy- a wobbly, ill- practiced curtsy. --- Work in progress. “I figured you should try painting.” She piped up, motioning to the easels that had been all set up prior to his arrival. “You know to like relax and also get the creative juices flowing.” She’d done a paint and sip with her mom in Canada once for mother’s day and her mom had taken a liking to it. Dedicating an entire room to her newfound love. One of the spare’s in the house- not her sister’s, never her sister’s. The room- now bare- remained exactly so..... empty and untouched. No one dared go in. “If you want to free hand you can but I think if you’re a novice- like myself- then a little guidance helps.” She said as she showed the ipad for what was to be their inspiration, starry night by Van Gogh.

@princeromanov​

2c / smut gif starters / still accepting

Well this was definitely not how he thought he’d be captured. To be honest he didn’t think he ever would be, but seems he’d gotten quite the reputation and some actual competent heroes had been sent to arrest him and it just so happened his dear rival Trent had been on that team and had been the one to find him and manage to capture him. But instead of simply dragging him back to his team and that be that, instead Ivan found himself on his back with his legs up in the air and currently being eaten out by Trent like he was a well earned prize.

“Not...sure this how you’re supposed to arrest someone” Ivan managed to say, voice shaken and eyes fluttering under his mask. The bottom half of his costume currently off and discarded on the floor, his hand bound in cuffs but he was trying to take this moment to unlock them while Trent was distracted. He couldn’t lie there was definitely an intensity to all of this. Being captured after a game of cat and mouse, being used like this by his rival and having no idea where his team was and the risk of them seeing him like this.