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Thank You All!
According to the mighty excel sheet of gift participants, it looks like all the submissions are in! 100% quota met--Exciting! That is 18 submissions this year!! I hope everyone had a fantastic Valentine’s Day and enjoyed these lovely submissions. See ya next time~
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I’m sorry this isn’t a translation. I can do one of the fanbook for the movie but it didn’t have any of the shippy stuff. But i hope you like regardless.
@1sqftoffluffle @hnknagiftexchange
Making chocolates was much more difficult than Alice had thought. Though she had measured out all the ingredients correctly she had still managed to fully ruin two batches already. The first had burned and stuck to the pot making it almost impossible to clean; currently, this pot was sitting in the sink soaking. The second batch had been too sugary and turned out almost grainy. This batch was her last shot. She was not doing the walk of shame down to the grocer again to pick up more materials. Julius would give her that face he made and she might run into Peter.
Speaking of Julius he had been good enough to eat the first two batches. He had grumbled about it, and consistently remarked that they were subpar, even going so far as to grade them, but he still ate them. Alice had pointed out that they would be great sources of energy. He’d suggested that they could be if they didn’t kill him first.
Even Ace had gotten in one teasing her about her failures, surprising no one. He told her if she intended to give them to the old lady she might want to mind her head. He did, however, take a few before he left, remarking that he would save them until he was starving.
It had been a time period since then and the molds she had put in the fridge to harden should be done. Quickly she got up from the table she had been reading at after she marked her page to check them. They looked alright, but the real question was how they tasted. Carefully she broke off some from the extra mold she had made with the scraps and tested it. It wasn’t bad, but Julius would be a better judge of quality. She cut off another piece and carried it into the workshop.
Julius didn’t look up when she walked in. It wasn’t until she was until she was standing right next to him and lightly tapped his shoulder did he look up. When he did he looked from her to the chocolate she was holding and sighed.
Alice frowned. “This one actually tastes fine.”
Julius shook his head, and silently took the chocolate.
“It is!” Alice protested.
“I will be the judge of that,” he replied before eating the chocolate in a few delicate bites. When he finished he took a moment to ponder his grade before saying, “Seventy-five.”
Alice pouted. “But that last one was a sixty!”
“And the last one almost made me choke.”
%%% At the same time, in Hearts Castle, Peter stood poised in front of the fridge. His white hair was a mess and flecked with chocolate from at least three batches ago. His normal well-kept attire was in shambles; his tartan jacket had been abandoned after a bowl had spilled down the front and his remaining pink shirt was untucked but only on one side.
Chocolate was proving far more difficult than he had anticipated. It hadn’t sounded all that hard when Alice had mentioned that people give chocolate to show how much they love one another. Initially, he had considered buying something large and extravagant to show her just how much he loved her (in case she didn’t already know.) But he quickly turned to making his own chocolate because only a personal touch could truly express the depth of his love. This was six time periods ago. Now, eighteen batches later, three maids were dead, five pots were so charred that they were barely recognizable, powdered sugar hung in the air like humidity and Peter looked like he was going to cry. Even his ears were drooping. The chocolate had to be perfect! Alice deserved the best!
Everything looked alright as he took the heart as large as his face out of the freezer. Still he held his breath as he slowly turned and set the large chocolate heart on the table. He had already lost one at this step and he refused to do so again. The heart made it to the table unscathed and Peter let out the biggest sigh possible. Now to decorating! It must be beautiful for Alice! It will highlight her charm!
%%%% Alice began her deliveries in the Amusement Park. It seemed like the most logical choice since there were only two people to deliver too and most importantly she was the least likely to get roped into something. Especially another concert.
Boris had been absolutely thrilled by this new and exciting outsider thing and Gowland pondered and event around it, especially when she explained White Day. They were idiots, both of them.
The Hatter mansion had gone as well as she could have hoped. Everyone happened to be home when she got there. Even the twins were at their station. Of course, as soon they saw her they ran up to her and complained that they should be let out of work because she was here to play and they hadn’t gotten to play in a while. Amazingly Blood didn’t stop them. Possibly because it would have been too much work considering how excited they were.
Regardless, Alice ended up trapped for the better part of the time period at one of Blood’s tea parties. Not that it was a bad tea party, she just wanted to finish delivery her chocolates. If they melted in their bags she was going to be furious.
After that frivolity, she went to Hearts Castle. Vivaldi was easy to find. She was “hiding” in the garden drinking tea. When Alice pointed out that she should actually do her work she frowned and muttered something to the effect of, “Only from you Alice would we hear such a thing.” Her mood seemed to brighten though when Alice produced the chocolate. Immediately she ordered more tea to be brought and once again Alice was forced to participate in a tea party.
When Vivaldi seemed satisfied Alice got up and asked where Peter was. Vivaldi regarded Alice thoughtfully before she said, “It is odd that you would ask after him.”
Alice, realizing that Vivaldi was right, quickly added, “Well he’s the last person I need to give chocolate too and I want to go home.”
“I see,” Vivaldi replied with a laugh mildly enjoying Alice’s discomfort; it amused her. “The last we saw him he was leaving for the Clock Tower.”
Concerned for Julius Alice left quickly followed out by Vivaldi’s amused laughter. %%% Alice ran into Peter as soon as she entered the town at the foot of the Clock Tower. She was too tired from running this entire way to stop him as he draped all over her. He seemed to notice and cuddled her even more. Eventually, she got her wind back and promptly punched him.
He winced as he was pushed back and curled up around the box he was carrying.
Alice noticed. “Peter, what is that?” Please let it not be something weird, she hoped beyond hope.
Peter quickly scrambled to his feet and pressed it into her hands. “I made you chocolate! For Valentine’s Day.”
The outsider stared at him. She must have forgotten to tell him it was more of a girl’s thing. “Oh,” she said as she took it. It was a rather large box. Hers was rather small in comparison. “Here is yours.”
Peter took his tiny bag of chocolate. “You made me chocolates?”
“I made everyone chocolates.”
“Alice made me chocolates!”
“You’re not listening are you,” Alice muttered. “I’m glad you like them.”
Peter’s ears perked up at that and he was back cuddling Alice. “It’s true you love me!”
“Peter get off! I made everyone chocolates!”
Precious Devotion
Yay for the @hnknagiftexchange! Happy Valentines Day, you wonderful human @kyokonu! Sorry I’m cutting it so close to the deadline. OTL
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Peter pounced into the kitchen of Heart Castle, took one look at the cooks, and announced, “This won’t do!”
The kitchen staff glanced at one another until one brave cook managed to raise the question they all thought, “Ah, what’s wrong?”
“You! Out! Out! Out!” Peter waved his finger around.“
Some hesitated in confusion, and others scrambled forward and ran into each other in haste. When Peter’s gun cracked in the air, the kitchen emptied entirely. From the stove wafted the sweet scent of the cake, and even before he wrenched the door open to see it, he knew it wasn’t enough. Not for Alice. He remembered the day before when he witnessed her blissfully browsing the confections of a rabbit faceless’s bakery, enthralled by the whipped and dainty pastries, a goddess surveying the lovely delights. Enchanted, heart thumping, Peter’s words caught in his throat, and he wasn’t able to express then his feeling for her that produced sleepless nights and dreamy days. The expanse between them seemed so great that he dared not to cross it to say anything. Anyway, she rarely responded well to him, and he learned how to love her from afar. But, it wasn’t enough. He wanted her closer.
And, so, with all of this in mind, this cake, a bland brown color as it was, wouldn’t do. He yanked it out of the oven and set to work on making something else from scratch. He considered what could possibly match Alice’s pure and delicate grace. Vanilla? No, something lighter. A whipped topping, yes, and he’d smother it in syrup and fruit. Tirelessly busying himself with the task, and constantly abandoning the subpar results of his labor, he found himself surrounded by cakes in varying stages of completion and no idea how many time periods had passed. Perhaps he had an appointment with the Queen, and perhaps he had missed it already, but either way such pettiness didn’t matter. He tasted the mixture of his current efforts and exclaimed, “Not good enough! Still not good enough!” As he wiped frosting from his glasses, he gazed around at the cluttered counters, at the cakes Alice would never eat, and he felt empty. He just had to keep trying. He–
Something announced itself by tapping on the threshold, and he turned to see Alice before him in all her splendor. Every time he looked at her she seemed new and fresh and ever more beautiful, as if he saw her through the ever-shifting kaleidoscope of his adoration. “Alice!” He found himself smiling, unable to quell the swelling warmth of his breast.
“Have you been here the whole–” She stepped in, eyes widening at the sight of the overabundant cakes. “Is there a feast? Where’s the kitchen staff?!”
He flourished. “Oh, my dear, these are for you. Whichever one you want, although none are worthy.”
“… Okay.” She rolled her eyes, her expression twisted in confusion. “It’s a lot. I can’t believe you made all of these. You are such a weird rabbit.” Under his rapt gaze, she picked up a fork and took a bite of one of the unworthy cakes. He clasped his hands in anticipation and was delighted when he saw a smile light her face. “Wow! Peter! This is great!” From then on she took bites from many of the cakes. She stepped lightly, as if whatever burden that had before weighed her was lifted, leaving only this carefree girl.
He couldn’t help but smile softly at the way she now reminded him of the Alice whom enjoyed sleepy Sunday afternoons. That was the Alice who loved him, and to see but a glimpse of her filled him with rapture and elation.
As she flitted by him, he reached for her hand. Caught, she gazed at him softly. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You didn’t have to.”
He shook his head and set a gentle kiss on her cheek as he squeezed her hands in his, pressing them to his breast. Unlike the other times when he tried to get physically close, she embraced him. She murmured into his shoulder, “Why me?”
He shrugged happily, brushing the question off. The answer was so obvious: because she was Alice, and Alice was precious to him. He leaned in for another kiss on her lips, and this way he came away with the taste of the cakes. He wanted to laugh. Their missing sweetness was Alice all along. “You taste wonderful.” He stole another kiss, but this time she was ready, and by the third kiss she accepted him willingly. “I love you. I’ll do anything for you.” His simple words wholly matched his emotions.
She looked surprised but also off-guard, and she responded to him warmly by touching his cheek. She got on her tip toes and leaned into him. He touched his forehead to hers. “Thank you,” she whispered, and by accepting his precious utterance, she accepted his precious devotion.
“Now, now my dear wife, how can you not expect me to want more than a mere 5 minutes with you seeing you like that?” Dainty hands whipped out to smack away the wandering hands moving higher up her waist. “I knew I shouldn’t have snuck in,” she huffed indignantly, cheeks flushed red as she felt his eyes slowly and sensually undressing her in his mind. “Anyways, I’m not your wife!” “Yet, my dear Alice, do not fret the details.” He restrained his hands to keep to her head, gently caressing the silky strands tucked into a loose bun, not wanting to suffer another hard smack on his hands from her. Although he certainly wouldn’t mind if she smacked him elsewhere tonight. His eyes glazed over and her already flushed face simply dissolved into a flustered red that put to shame the brightest, reddest rouges. He chuckled as she turned away from him almost immediately, unable to stand the intensity of his lustful gaze. “I’m glad you snuck in before the real ceremony, if I were to see you looking so pure for the first time during the ceremony, I would have no regards for audience and location and would have-“ He would have continued his sentence had his lips not been sealed shut by a softer pair, and it always struck him, no matter how often he kissed his soon to be wife, how her lips could feel even softer than they looked. Knowing how his bride got during mere kisses, he tightened his grip on her waist, sneaking in a playful grope of her chest when her knees gave way. Panting, her face dazed and looking unfocused at him, he made sure to burn the very picture into his memory. Etch it so deeply into his brain, her eyes made wider with a thin stroke of eyeliner, cheeks flushed, skin glowing, skin even more ivory white in the slightly off white wedding gown, not even time could steal this image away from him. He never made wishes, but for once he hoped that time would stop in its tracks and freeze everyone else while he took his time to show her how much he really appreciated her. “Blood, we need to go, or we’ll be late!” he glanced down at his still bright red bride grabbing his shirt to try and stand up. “Well, you’re probably not going to make it far with those wobbly knees, my dear wife.” “Shut up! Whose fault do you think-“ she squealed and flailed as he smoothly swept her off her feet. “Your fault, my dear. You started the kiss remember?” he strode across the room, pushing the door open with his shoulder. “I, erm,” her face turned away from his, yet he could still see her trembling lips, “I love you, you know.” His cheeks warmed, and he was pretty sure he was blushing almost as hard as his lovely wife. “Well, I… I love you too, my dear Alice, and will do so for as long as I can.” And he meant every word her said. Because this woman was one he never knew he needed, and now that he had a taste of her, he wondered how he had ever survived without her. The only one where, if she so ordered, he would gladly bow down and serve her. His wife. His Alice. All of her, her stubbornness, her bashfulness, her heart, all of it of his. And in return she held all of him in her small palms. She would never realise how she had him wrapped about her little finger, and he never realised he would actually enjoy that. But there was time, lots of time for them to further explore all this. Because in a few moments’ time, they would be legally bound together.
A/N: it’s actually feb 15 over here LOL… but happy valentine’s day everyone~ (it’s total defence day in sg LOL) valentine’s exchange for @crazy-tea-lover who requested marriage or family ^^ hope you’re ok with it… didn’t manage to write a longer fic unfortunately… ok i’ll post it fast in case my laptop crashes again =.=
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Love to all of you who participated in our Valentine’s Day gift exchange! And also to those of you who couldn’t participate this year, whether it was because of work, school, or life got in the way, happy Valentine’s Day to you just the same!! ^^
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Cynicals in love on Valentine's Day
By @cristikirtas
For buraidragon.
I hope it’s fluffy enough :3
“Oh how I dread February 14” Alice said, sitting down at her room in Clock Tower.
It had been an awfully long day for Alice, everyone at Wonderland seemed to have agreed to annoy her more than usual. Today of all days. Being a cynic as Alice meant that Valentine’s Day was a living Nightmare, and now that she was living in Wonderland and everyone seemed to love her. It’s not that she hated being loved, but the extremes to which people here took it were worrying. Just today at least 4 fights had started fighting over Alice and her attention.
“Was it really that bad?” Julius asked her.
He normally wouldn’t have bothered to ask and just continued working on the endless amount of clocks on his desk.
“I guess it mustn’t have been, but you know how it is” Alice said
“Why must you be so quizzical?” Julius asked with a small smile on his face, which Alice couldn’t see.
“It wouldn’t be any fun, just giving all my knowledge to whomever asks.” Alice answered.
With that they both stopped talking, but it was a good kind of silent, Alice was thankful for Julius’ unusual interest in her day. They were both very similar, which made living together so easy, they were attached but not clingy.
“By the way, if you must know,” he said “I won’t be staying tonight at the Tower”
“Why not?”
“I have some business to solve with Ace.”
“That serious?”
“It seems so, something must be going on in Wonderland”
“Be careful”
“I will”
And coarse as it may seem, they did mean what they said. They had a deep care for each other which may have seemed cold and uncaring, but after Julius left Alice was left with a deep sense of dread in the back of her mind. So she decided to go to sleep, but sleep wouldn’t be much help, not for her anyway, HE would be there.
Ever since he had first appeared in her dreams three weeks ago he had struck a chord in her mind, she wouldn’t admit she was infatuated with him. She was. She fiercely denied it, but even Julius had started noticing her day dreamy eyes and smile, hard as she tried to hide it. She went to sleep earlier and woke up later.
She tried to fool her best friend, but the one person she could never fool was herself. She didn’t know if he knew about this day, but even if he didn’t she could never betray her thoughts to him. She couldn’t even try to lie to him.
“Who am I fooling?” she asked to no one in particular
“Who do you want to fool?” a familiar voice asked
“Oh damn” she said, “I didn’t know you would hear my comment, I must have fallen asleep.”
The figure started to form in front of her, among the mist of dream land. He walked toward her, took her hand and smiled.
“You didn’t miss me did you?” he asked.
“Of course I did” she answered with out hesitation
She hugged him, and they both walked, hand in hand. Much to the dismay, and pleasure, of cynical Alice.
This is my present for @hnknagiftexchange! Happy Valentine’s Day @missterryrighter! I really hope you like it :)
Diligent. Refined. Tenacious. These were only a few words that merely gave a brief idea of the kind of man he was. Gray Ringmarc was a man of order. He was prim and precise - the was no room for error, no room for nonsense and not a hair was to be out of place. He simply would not stand for it. There was no time to be wasted on menial distractions, not when it could be well spent elsewhere.
And if Gray Ringmarc would not stand for setbacks, he certainly would not stand for this.
"Sir“, he stated coolly with an icy glare, practically boring a hole into the demon’s skull, "would you mind coming down here?”.
The silver haired incubus, clinging precariously to the sturdy chain of the large lighting fixture in room, cowered under the piercing stare of his furious subordinate and merely shook his head vehemently. The only thing Nightmare Gottschalk hated more that paperwork was medicine. And if all it took was the sight of a syringe to have him seeking sanctuary in a chandelier, it was perfectly fine because desperate times call for desperate measures, damnit.
“Sir”, Gray started once more with an exasperated sigh, “you just need to have one shot”. He shouldn’t have been surprised, really; the very concept of cough syrup sent his employer running for the hills, so an injection was most likely perceived as a death sentence.
"NO! I DON’T NEED IT! YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!“, Nightmare screeched petulantly. His face grew ashen once more as his steel orb warily skimmed over the offending armament his caretaker had clutched between his fingers.
A ray of sunlight caught the metal needle, causing it to glint sharply and whatever Nightmare had planned to say, died in his throat as another gargantuan wave of terror wracked his body. He visibly stilled for two seconds before grasping the chain with a vice-grip. An agitated look took over his features, wild eye darting around the room for an escape.
"Sir, if you could only come down for just a moment-”, Gray was cut off by another shrill shriek from the horrified demon.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT, YOU- YOU SADIST!“, he wailed with watery eyes, "I WILL NOT COME DOWN UNTIL YOU’VE PUT THAT WEAPON OF DESTRUCTION AWAY!”.
Gray willed himself to inhale a deep breath before he calmly conceded, returning the syringe back to the miniature kit it came in, “Very well, Lord Nightmare. Now, would you please come down?”.
Usually, the situation landed up with a weeping Nightmare, exaggerating over the pain of the shot that he received only after at least an hour of Gray chasing him and holding him down. However, with the deadline for several stacks of untouched paperwork approaching and an assembly right around the corner, Gray thought it would be best to not squander the precious time they had left - especially when another, easier way of giving Nightmare his medication sprung to mind.
Nightmare eyed him skeptically, eyebrows furrowed with mistrusting irises burning holes in the dark-haired man’s head. Gray stared back at him with a blank face, unflinchingly.
"I will head out to run a few errands. I trust by then you would have completed today’s paperwork", the topaz eyed man stated, already standing in front of the door.
Nightmare opened his mouth to let out an indignant cry of protest, before he made eye-contact with his second hand, who glared at him sharply with a menacing smile on his face and placed his hand on top of the small first aid kid he had pocketed earlier. The incubus’ eye shot open with petrifying realisation of the underlying threat in his companion’s eyes and managed to croak out weakly, “Of course”.
"Very well", Gray smiled curtly and left forthwith, purposefully ignoring the distressed cry his employer let out once he left.
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Gray never necessarily had to run all the errands by himself. There were many employees who took care of most of the work and they could actually take over more of his responsibilities, but he preferred contributing as much as he could. If he didn’t, he felt restless and the chore that he would have handed off would be nagging him for the rest of the day. So, instead, he indulges in a few chores and loves the feeling of complete satisfaction that settles in his bonse when he’s done them.
Today, he was going to buy some ink - with all the new paperwork that had just come in, there was no doubt it would be needed. He also need to stop near the market and pick up a bit of grocery for dinner.
After a small stop, he managed to get enough ink to last the pending paperwork and any emergency paperwork brought on later. One task done and another to go, he headed straight to the market to buy the missing ingredients for dinner.
Within half an hour, Gray was done and was about to head to the tower. He was actually ahead of his crowded and strict schedule which filled him to the brim with a sense of completion.
He caught a sudden quick movement from the corner of his eye, which was followed by a rustle that came from the alleyway he was passing. He swiftly turned, on guard - ready to attack the culprit. Instead of a human, he was met with a ball of fur.
The small creature tilted it’s head up at him, it’s sapphire eyes shining, before twining around his legs and letting out a quite mewl. It took him everything in his entire body and soul to just drop all the bags on the pavement and scoop up the tiny kitten in his arms.
The authoritative voice in his head, his dutiful conscience, berated him - he should be on his way back to the tower. And Gray Ringmarc, ever the time-poor man he was, almost swivelled on his heel.
Almost.
At that exact moment, the small ebony cat rubbed it’s face against his leg affectionately and purred loudly. Any ounce of willpower left in him was promptly defenestrated and in less time it took to blink, Gray was on his merry way to the tower with crumpled bags tucked under one arm and a small kitten cradled by the other.
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When he returned to the tower, Gray made a beeline for his personal quarters. The bags were still held firmly to his side, as was the kitten.
He decided to drop off his new adorable feline friend before heading to the office, no matter how difficult it was for him - and it was almost downright impossible. He shook his head and reminded himself to focus.
Heading for the kitchen, he pulled out a packet containing a few pills from his pocket and placed them on the counter with the other ingredients. Gray, put on a ruffled pink apron and got to work.
While he expressed impressive prowess in combat and organisation, it didn’t extend to his culinary skills. Not even in the slightest - another “tragedy” that frequently befell Nightmare, though he was not sure he would take it over his medicine.
Regardless of the fact his culinary abilities were akin to that of a two-year old, Gray had to prepare this meal. Not due to any particular obligation, but rather the fact that he was about to incorporate some medication the sick incubus required.
After twenty minutes, a bubbling forth of green which he called ‘soup’ was set on a tray, accompanied by slices of bread he picked up from a bakery on his way. After placing it on a trolley, he added a pitcher of water and a glass before removing his apron and wheeling it off.
Nightmare looked like death incarnate.
That was the first thought that occurred to Gray as he brought up the trolley to the demon’s desk. The incubus was sprawled haphazardly across the wooden table, pen barely hanging from his fingers. His face was white as a sheet and his entire body was haunched over, next to a pleasantly surprising pile of completely paperwork.
The dream-demon stirred when he heard his subordinate entered and managed o weakly prop his head up, to watch him with his lone red-rimmed eye. He grimaced when his sight landed on the green concoction which reminded him of sludge.
"Sir, it is best if you take a break and eat dinner now. You’ve worked hard", the lizard announced, smiling slightly. All of the days work had been completed.
"I don’t wannna", Nightmare moaned, shifting his head and burrowing his face under his arms. Gray sighed. Well, almost finished.
Ten minutes and several shrieks later, Gray left the room, wheeling a trolley with an empty bowl and the most pleased expression on his face.
His work was done for the day.
Happy Valentine’s Day to @kashikoi-kawaii
Sorry for submitting so late in the day but working on 2 submissions took a lot longer than I expected! I hope you like this Elliot x Alice comfort piece ^^ (He was originally going to be topless but I’m terrified that I’d make him look silly. Maybe one day!) You can’t really see it but I gave him some light freckles too. So cute!
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Anyway, I’ve included a face close up under the cut if anyone wants to see ^^
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a cute Elliot and Alice for @kyokonu in the gift exchange!! hope you like it!! \(ˊ ᗜ ˋ )
HnKnA Valentine’s Day Gift 2016
This is my present to @yabokusou for the @hnknagiftexchange.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I translated Boris’s “Sweetly Bound END” from HnKnA Twin World for you.
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My present for the @hnknagiftexchange:
Happy Valentine’s Day @andrut! I went with Julius out of your choice of characters in the end, hope you like it!! ♥ ♥ ♥
HNKNA Valentines day exchange for @kawaii-ash! Man, for a while there I thought I was gonna miss getting this out on time! Hahah, my wrist kept cramping on me. But this was worth it~
Please enjoy Ace and Elliot up to various shenanigans!
By amushibirdie
For @nono-ne
When I read AlicexElliot and fluff, my first thought was “a fun and cute day to just spend time together”. And so this is supposed to be photos from that day that they decided to put in photo album. ´◡`
Sadly my camera died and I couldn’t find the charger, so I had to use my cellphone camera. I hope you like it despite the quality! Happy Valentine’s Day! <3
For photo captions, click the keep reading link
My gift for @apple-youghurt the gift exchange ^^ “Making cakes is hard, let’s just hug instead for Valentine’s day!”
By @andrut
“Do you like my casual *normal* clothes~? ” *smiles* ー This gift is for dear @lace-the-disgrace ~!! Happy Valentine!! (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))
I tried to make a young 20ish version of the King. . (╥ω╥`) And his other personality (♡´艸`) or… maybe his fetish (๏㉨๏) I hope u like this gift ~ ー king: “ Even if Vivaldi tries to execute you. I will protect you with all my might. I will do everything to have you by my side. ” “Yes, everything. ” *grin* σ(´┰｀=)
By @orangefostercare
For Amushibirdie
Happy Valentines Day
Boris: I heard there was a gift exchange for Valentine’s Day! There’s a lovely fan of mine out there @cristikirtas who was hoping to get a romantic card from me. It sounded like fun so I thought, mya ~ why not?
Vivaldi: Here kitty kitty!
Boris: …. Well I just remembered the old man wanted me to check out one of his new rides! So I’ll be going now!
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Im really happy to be a part of the HnKnA gift exchange this year! I’m looking forward to the next event and to seeing everyone’s lovely submissions as well. Please check out the page at
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