❥ 𝕸𝖆𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔

⁎★⋆ 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹'𝓈 𝒶 𝒮𝓉𝒶ℊℯ ⋆★⁎

[dearmaestro]

( #𝔻𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕄𝔸𝔼𝕊𝕋ℝ𝕆 ) — lit. selective Balan of Balan Wonderworld. OC && crossover friendly. A study in : dramatic irony && choosing joy when grief is easier. Conjured by Wilson. Affiliated with @fearsideshow.

[fearsideshow]

The   revelation   for   the   cause   of   Balan's   upset   is   a   dear   shock,   and   a   deeply   unpleasant   one   at   that.      Their   surprise   shows   clearly   on   their   face.        

❝   Oh,   dear   Balan   !      My   poor   companion   !      I   think   there   has   been   a   misunderstanding   !      Don't   you   know   I   was   human,   so   very   long   ago   ?      Humans   love   one   another,   it's   often   so. Please, cease your worry and strife ; all of that happened in another life.      Ever   since   entering   Wonderworld,   I   haven't   had   another      —      it   seemed   dangerous   to   consider   taking   a   lover   !   ❞

[dearmaestro]

❝   —   𝐎𝐇,     𝐎𝐇   𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑   𝐌𝐄.     I've   made   a   terrible   mistake   I   see.   ❞     Melting,     drippy   droopy   maestro   is   scant   able   to   hold   up   their   form   (   which   has   very   much   come   to   resemble   a   melted   candle   ).     Their   embarrassment   is   rivaled   only   by   their   relief,     which   is   at   the   same   time   a   kind   of   anguish,     since   it   means   that   they   could   find   something   gained   out   of   Lance   no   longer   having   a   person   whom   he   loved   !     How   perfectly   dreadful.

❝   I   truly   feel   foolish   now   !     I've   put   my   foot   in   it     &&     how   !     I   really   thought   that   I   must   have   misread   your   intention.     You   mean   to   tell   me   that   there   is   really   nobody   else   that   has   your   attention   ?     That   there's   no   need   for   all   this   apprehension   ?   ❞

[dearmaestro]

  —   OOC   :       Balan   didn't   have   a   real   childhood,     but   he   was   once   new     &&     young.     He   was   born   out   of   a   need,     rather   than   a   desire,     so   it   was   a   scary   way   to   come   into   the   world,     very   much   alone.    

Of   course,     never   would   the   maestro   admit   to   feeling   lonely   or   afraid.

[dearmaestro]

☆ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

Bold all that apply to your muse. Repost, don't reblog ! TW: contains mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma

scraped knees, silent tears in a locked room, slamming doors, pervasive loneliness, a dog barking, rain on a metal roof, flinching at movement, the creak of an old house, forced laughter, wandering in the dark woods, wondering how you made it through, sudden loss, trying to make sense of the noise, hiding what you love to protect it, trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy, confusion at the pain, running barefoot in the grass, wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing, realizing you aren’t a priority, grass stains on white clothing, trying to earn love you will never have, being threatened over the smallest mistake, secrets you are warned not to share, the feeling of never being good enough, the hope things might someday get better, grief that aches in your bones, childish dares and pranks, the sense that your body isn’t yours, shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry, sledding down a frozen hill, absentmindedly following snakes through the grass, punching a tree until your knuckles bleed, tears over every dead creature you find, searching out small places you can hide… just in case, climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you, the feeling of something tainted under your skin, a curious child told to stop asking, floral dresses, body tensing at approaching footsteps, anger with nowhere to go, brief escapes from the chaos, the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace, being told you’re too sensitive, the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

TAGGED BY: @yournamedarling ( thank you ! ) TAGGING: you !

[fearsideshow]

@dearmaestro ↪ closed starter

Down   the   mountain   path   he   walks,   chin   high,   breathing   in   the   crisp   air.      Today,   something   will   happen   today,   he   can   feel   it   in   his   bones      &&      blood.      It   bolsters   him,   fills   his   lifeless   body   with   a   sense   of   PURPOSE.      Even   the   invisible   chains   that   bind   him   to   the   tiger   cannot   weigh   him   down   with   this   belief.  

Bright   does   the   sun   glow   for   him   overhead,   enforcing   his   unfounded   confidence.      A   light   breeze   flutters   the   leaves      &&      flowers.      It   is   all   as   deceptively   PEACEFUL   as   the   day   the   tiger   first   took   him.

Takahiro Lance   halts   in   his   tracks   as   he   senses   the   approach   of   another.      The   strength   that   radiates   off   of   this   person   reaches   him   even   from   here.      His   heart   rate   picks   up.      So   rarely   do   HUMANS   come   this   far   out,   anymore,   since   the   horrible   death   of   the   last   one   that   entered   this   domain.

❝ Why hello, strange traveler !! ❞

[dearmaestro]

—   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄      𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒      𝐀      𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋,      unavoidable,      being   this   far   along   the   mountain   path   against   all   wisdom   ;         he   has   been   warned   so   many   times   never   to   stray   into   the   territory   of   the   𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍      𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒      &&      yet,      foolish   boy   has   done   exactly   that   !      He   feels   his   soul   taken   into   his   hands   vibrate   in   synchronicity   with   the   beating   of   his   heart,      yet   he   ventures   ever   further   along   the   cold      &&      harrowing   path,      determination   guiding   his   steps,      one   after   the   other   after   the   other.      There   is   vibrance   in   his   eyes   that   marks   him   as   soon   as   they   are   beheld.

(      What   a   worthy   servant   he   would   be   !      )

They   are   stopped   in   their   tracks   by   the   appearance   of   another.      Someone   who   seems   strange,   uncanny   in   a   way.      How   peculiar,      how   fantastic.      Who   is   this   man   ?

❝   Greetings,      worthy   stranger.      Who   are   you   to   stop   me   in   my   path   so   fraught   with   danger   ?   ❞

[dearmaestro]

Lance will slide his arms around Balan from behind, nuzzling into their shoulder. "I came to wish you a happy birthday, as I ought. I hope you didn't begin to think that I forgot." So saying, he will offer a delicately wrapped gift with one tendril, inside which Balan will find a gorgeous handcrafted pocket watch, showing the time in the human world, the position of the stars, the strength of Wonderworld's magic, && many other things a being such as themself would find useful. It is clear Lance spent a long time making this. The cover even has the motif of Balan's hat embossed into it.

—   𝐇𝐎𝐖      𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘      𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆   !      Balan   opens   the   watch   up      &&      marvels   at   it   with   bright,      wide   eyes   as   he   presses   his   lithe   body   contentedly   against   Lance's,      nestled   sweetly   in   their   arms.

❝   Oh,      Lance,      this   is   absolutely   wonderful   !      I   feel   so   special   that   you'd   do   something   like   this   for   me,      you've   made   my   heart   so   full.   ❞            They   wiggle   happily   against   Lance,      joy   emanating   as   a   warm   glow   from   every   part   of   them.            ❝   How   fortunate   am   I   to   have   someone   like   you.      I   will   cherish   this   truly,      through      &&      through.   ❞

[dearmaestro]

happy birthday balan !!! how do you plan on celebrating ?

❝   —   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘   !      I'm   filled   with   glee.      I   wish   to   spend   it   with   those   close   to   me.      I   do   love   an   extravagant   celebration,      truly,      but   when   it   comes   to   my   own   day,      I   just   want   to   be   in   good   company   !   ❞

[dearmaestro]

offering him a freshly baked birthday cake ! it is falling apart and very horribly decorated , and leo is covered from head to toe in flour , but it's the thought that counts !

—   𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍.      It   doesn't   matter   how   messy   that   cake   is.      The   way   it   makes   Balan's   face   light   up      &&      his   heart   soar   it   could   have   been   a   perfectly   formed   offering   from   a   five   star   bakery.      The   maestro   is   beside   himself.      Clasping   his   hands   together   ;         sparkles   in   the   air   like   fireflies   dancing   round   him   from   nowhere   but   his   own   magic.

❝   Oh,      oh,     is   this   for   me   ?      What   a   thoughtful   gift,      this   makes   me   so   happy   !      Won't   you   share   it   with   me,      my   dear   friend   ?      Come,      yes,     let's   sit,      your   efforts   commend   !   ❞            He's   so   moved   he   can't   hold   in   all   the   𝐉𝐎𝐘   Leo's   given   him   !

[dearmaestro]

—   OOC   :         Today   is   Balan's   birthday   !      🎂   

[lowpolyparrot]

Sunflower field :]

[pupusukka]

May I offer you a small maestro?

[dearmaestro]

"Balan, my most loyal ... I know you are above listening to gossip, but have you by chance heard what they are saying about me?" - hey remember that corrupt prince x knight au we talked about eyes emoji

—   𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍     𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐒     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃,      humble   in   the   presence   of   his   prince.      Yes,      of   course   he   is   above   listening   to   gossip,      for   a   knight   should   never   lower   himself   to   such   idle   pastimes,      nor   involve   himself   unnecessarily   with   matters   which   do   not   concern   him.      However,      when   chatter   should   be   turned   against   Lance      ...      then,      it   does   indeed   worry   the   loyal   servant.

❝   I   confess   I   have,      My   Liege,   ❞            the   knight   says   gently,      neither   meeting   Lance's   eyes   nor   going   into   detail   unnecessarily.      The   things   people   are   saying   weigh   heavily   upon   Balan's   mind.      What   the   people   should   choose   to   believe   can   build   up   or   tear   down   a   𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌.      Whispers   as   to   the   condition   or   the   sanity   of   its   crown   prince   most   of   all.

[dearmaestro]

⋆         ★         ⋆      How   Do   You   Need   to   Be   Comforted?

𝐭𝐨   𝐛𝐞   𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝.

you   need   someone   to   wrap   you   up,      squeezing   together   all   the   parts   of   you   that   feel   broken.      you   crave   being   shielded   away   from   the   world,      where   no   one   can   see   you      ...      no   one   can   hurt   you.

tagged   by   :       @pvachypessa     (     thank   you   !     ) tagging   :       you   !

[ratintank]

⭐🎀 Provocative Fashion 🎀⭐

[uponlove-deactivated20241203]

THAT'S  RIGHT,  she  is,  she's  just  as  tiny  as  can  be  !  It  is  with  the  utmost  trust  that  she  lets  herself  be  lifted,  no  fear  or  hesitation,  knowing  he'll  be  careful  enough  not  to  hurt  her  with  his  newly  enormous  hands,  and  of  course,  being  proven  right.  It's  like  being  a  mouse,  so  tiny  and  delicate  !  She  fits  right  into  his  palms,  her  legs  dangling  over  his  wrist,  her  hands  supporting  her  weight  as  she  leans  back.  Honestly,  she  would  be  perfectly  content  if  he  did  put  her  in  his  pocket,  except  that  she  wouldn't  be  able  to  look  around  anymore.  

❝  I  can  get  in  anywhere  !  ❞  Proclaimed  quite  proudly.  ❝  I  could  even  crawl  through  a  keyhole  !  ❞

[dearmaestro]

❝   —     𝑶𝑭     𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻     𝐈     𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬     𝑵𝑶     𝑫𝑶𝑼𝑩𝑻     !      How   well   you've   figured   costumes   out.   ❞         Balan   praises   her,      perfectly   content   with   his   champion.      Her   capabilities   never   cease   to   impress   ;         she   harnesses   the   magic   of   Wonderworld   as   though   a   natural   part   of   it.      He   observes   with   keen   eye,      &&      is   not   the   least   bit   disappointed,      she   must   know.            ❝   Even   this   one,      that   changes   you   so.      Do   you   like   the   perspective   it   gives   you,      though   ?   ❞

The   way   she   sits   on   their   hand   is   ever   so   fearless.      It   impresses   the   maestro.      Even   with   the   trust   that   she   has   in   them,      there's   truly   something   to   be   said   for   putting   herself   so   fully      (      literally      )      into   their   hands   that   she   does   not   for   a   moment   worry   or   try   to   correct   herself.      

[pupusukka]

Tims are adorable~

[ratintank]

yes

SCP Ba1an is a1ive and we11

(yet another fake comic cover)