I see you have received this pamphlet from this author. I am most delighted to welcome you into the heart of whisperer. While you may đłđŒđčđčđŒđ this author, it is not all the time that I đźđ°đ°đČđœđ đłđżđ¶đČđ»đ±đ so plainly. You are always open to send your whispers into this velvet box of mine.
Not only that, this author has kept eyes on other fine bachelors of the season. Namely, đđ«. đđđđ đđđđđĄ as eligible debutantes has claimed their hearts so soon.
When I was young, I've always wondered, what is like to live in a world where the brightest colors would fill my head? Something that I could call my own. I know, it sounds crazy, people often say I've lost my mind. The colors that always tainted my hands were black. I didn't like thatânot in a million dreams do I ever want to see black anymore.
My first year in Night Raven College was never really eventful; it was boring to say the least. Until the entrance ceremony of the second year came where closing my eyes was the last thing I wanted to do. I saw red. The prettiest shade of red. The mirror spoke the soul of the one who splashed red into my life...
"Babe," I wish I could call you that. I never intended this letter to come out of my floor boards. My heart will hold every red-tinted ink that made my life feel bright. Seeing you, admiring you, from a distance was more than enough for me. From black, my hands turned pink from the smudges of my red ink. I wrote until I ran out of said ink.
The fear I felt when your eyes turned dull when we stepped into Playful Land was nothing I have ever felt before. When your skinâoften dry and calloused from your duties in Heartslabyulâturned wooden and chipped, when your cherry-like scent turned pine and earthy. My love, I wished that day that I ruined the friendship. Thankfully, it didn't come to that point. Your smile, brimming and bright, was back and I couldn't ask for more.
What's this? My 23rd letter? Funny how that matches your birthday. It has been đđ”đŹđŹ đ±đźđđ since red changed my life. It has kept me awake and sought out a world where you share your dreams with me. For now, I suppose, I can settle where we're simply part of each other's lives, however big, however small
If this letter ever reaches you, đœđčđČđźđđČ đžđ»đŒđ đđ”đźđ đ đ”đźđđČ đčđŒđđČđ± đđŒđ, upon writing this letter, đđ”đŹđŹ đ±đźđđ đźđŽđŒ.
playful land has my heart, soul, and in a chokehold because i've been dying to fulfill one of my artist bucket list to create an ssr card of blaire in that event đ„čđ·
made a quick draft of her attire and as a sneak peek for their 1900th day 𫶠i really love how i made it đ€§ took some hair ref from ikevamp GAAAAHHH
"Ha?" Ace had a hand on his hip, phone held up to his ear as he looked up at the leaves in thought. The shadows of nature bouncing across his face as he continued to converse with his brother on the phone.
"What does that have to do with me?! You're the one with dad back homâ Oi! If mom starts spamming me with calls...."
He rambled, that voice of his being background musicâmore like white noiseâas Blaire stared at him from where she leaned on another tree. A tilt to her head, eyes blinking as she just...stared..
Those cherry red eyes of his that sometimes turned mahogany, depending on how the light shined and bounced against his iris. How she'd always look for those particular pair of pools of red within the cafeteria walls, only to look away when red meets purple.
Another blink from her and he's still rambling on with his brother. His eyebrows furrowed now, eyelashesâas short as they areâcasting a shadow over his eyes. Him biting on his upper lip as he continued to listen to the other Trappola.
"Why are you dragging me into this?!" he groaned, starting to pace on the spot. The sunlight peeking through the leaves rippled through his skin and hair.
He looks so...enchanting.
Another blink and red meets purple again. Locked in a stare as the static voice of his brother is ignored.
"You good?" came Ace with an arch to his eyebrow.
Blaire did not respond.
"Oi, Blaire, snap out of it."
She just blinked and suddenly she had a valentine.
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ACE
THIS IS THE MOST PATHETIC CAPTION I HAVE EVER MADE BECAUSE I'M SPINNING SO MUCH ON MY BED JUST THINKING OF IT I'M A LOSER SUCH A LOSER BECAUSE I LOVE HIS EYES SO MUCH AND I LOVE LOOKING AT THEM A LOT AND AND AND AND AND AND HE'S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL AND I'M SHAKING LIKE A MALFUNCTIONING DRILL BECAUSE I JUST WANNA ADMIRE HIM FROM AFAR AND SIGH LIKE A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN I FELL FOR SOMEONE LIKE HIM AND
Find it funny that you named your one OC after Jamil's ENG VA.
SOMEONE ALSO MENTIONED THIS BEFORE WHEN I POSTED NAZEEH'S FIRST DRAFT!!!
what's even funnier was that nazeeh was already in progress way before the anime announced they're having an english dub đđđ so it was pure coincidence that jamil's va was also nazeeh HAHAHAHAH
Nazeeh is the second son of the Tealrajahs/Al-Rajah, also known as the second prince of the Scalding Sands and naturally seen as Minajael/Minhajul's younger brother. Intelligent and cunning in his own way, he prefers to show his skills without the need of praise or attentionâalthough, praising him does stroke his ego. He is confident; not entirely relying on other people when it comes to problem solving and attempts to go through life without having to call his brother.
He was supposed to be in Royal Sword Academy, a year below Minhajul. However, he hates the uniform and prefers to be in Night Raven College simply because it's higher in geography. At 16, when he received his acceptance letters from both institutions, he pondered for a year if he shall pursue education outside of his homeland. He left the Scalding Sands by telling his family that he was accepted in RSA only and that he'll take the chance.
He did not tell Minhajul of this occurrence.
He went into the black carriage that evening and woke up in NRC just like he planned. Again, no one in his family knew he was in NRC until their father called the older Tealrajah to ask how they're doing and what is Nazeeh's current state. Mina has no idea what he's talking about until their father said, "Nazeeh was accepted into RSA and has left months ago. How could you not have known?"
That's when Mina bombarded Nazeeh with calls, letters, and even a parrot to ask what he's doing in NRC of all places and why he never even told or updated them.
Nazeeh has grown close with Jamil and Kalimâunlike Minhajulâduring his stay in NRC. Often helping the vice dorm leader in preparing food and tutoring his fellow first years. During Book 4, Nazeeh was one of the few who noticed that Kalim was being brainwashed/hypnotized by Jamil. Unfortunately, he did not interfere and wanted to see how Jamil would pull this off, secretly supporting his ideals. During the overblot, he chose to protect the other students but also assisted in knocking out Jamil with the use of his unique magic (desert manipulation).
He spends his free time in his room, either reading or wood carving. He also likes to look after Kalim's pets and has grown attached to one of the elephants. He loves his and Minahajul's pet tiger back at home.
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"State thy name," the mirror spoke, voice echoing throughout the entrance ceremony.
"Nazeeh," he responded.
"Nazeeh?" the mirror trailed off, waiting for him to state his last name.
Nazeeh stayed quiet for a moment, staring at the ominous mask floating inside the mirror.
look, listen to me. blaire is organized, smart, creative, yeaâpomefiore. but the moment ace is around the vicinity? once she SMELLS thatan around? dumb as hell. she organizes, plans, but once she's currently THERE??? she'll let ace take the lead. she'll just tag along, hug his arm, let him do what he wants. maybe drag him to some food stalls but otherwise, she's just go with the flow đđ she's just his emergency contact and vice versa
they're not entirely opposites attract because they'll end up copying their other half but when it comes to being organized and prepared,,, yea let blaire take the wheel,,,,
A/N: I pulled this from my drafts. So, please enjoy.
tags: Ace Trappola x fem!reader, reader is not Yuu, aged up au (Ace and reader are 20+), established relationship, suggestive, implied sex
wc: 1.9k+
notifs: @schoenhunt, @atilracs + feel free to fill out my tag list for future works!
The sun had yet to rise. The brisk morning air tickled your cheeks as Ace pulled the door shut behind him with a yawn. Locking the door to his apartment as you looked out over the balcony. The morning dew spotted the grass, making the green blades glitter as if they were sprinkled in stardust. Â
âYou ready?â He asked as you nodded in silence. You let him walk down the concrete steps first. His keys jingling as you followed behind him. Your tote bag slung over your shoulder as you fought back the urge to yawn. But you did stretch your arms over your head. Â
The night was very long. Â
It started as you coming to see Ace now that he was done with his finals. He picked you up in his shiny red car, a birthday gift from his parents, and he brought you back to his apartment. You cuddled up to him on the ugly loveseat in his small living room. Your head against his shoulder as you inhaled his cologne. The Roman chamomile pulled you in close and your lips found throat. Your tongue soon dragging over his Adamâs Apple as the movie was long forgotten. Ace took your hand and led you to his bedroom; and thatâs where you stayed until now.Â
Ace opened the door for you as he shrank into his jacket from the cold. âSince when do coffee places open at 5am?â He grumbled as you sank into the nice leather seat. âSince literally forever?â He closed the door behind you and walked to the other side. The faint scent of pine welcomed you as you glanced at his aging little tree. You wanted to buy him another one. He never replaces them unless you remind him or give them to him. You shivered in your attire as you placed your tote bag on the floor. You were wearing Aceâs favorite red hoodie you always drowned in, his flannel pajama pants, and a pair of his boxers. The silly heart patterned ones he keeps in the back because âthis would never turn you onâ. When in actuality you thought they looked sexy on him. Â
He got into the car and quickly started it, adjusting the knobs and pressing buttons to warm your seat. âYouâre lucky I love you I wanted to sleep for at least another four hours.â Ace yawned again as he plugged his phone into the aux. The rap music was quiet  as he began to back out slowly. His hand resting on the back of your seat, bracelets jingling softly as you put on your seatbelt and pulled out your phone. Â
âMy parents told me I have to come back early.â Your response was met with a âbooâ of disappointment from Ace. âI rarely get to see you. Itâs my turn to have you! Theyâre greedy.â He clicked his tongue in annoyance as you smiled. You opened the app for your favorite coffee place as Ace began to drive away from his apartment, opening the remote controlled gate and taking off down the main road. Â
Your parents didnât like Ace very much. They thought that he was a bad influence on you. He was too opinionated. He seemed sleazy and that he would hurt you in the long run. You didnât tell them that youâve been dating since you were 15. Itâs been 5 years now. âThey just want me back since I left without saying anything.â You admitted quietly and Ace flashed you a look. His eyes wide with shock as his eyes darted between you and the road. âWh- You didnât tell them?â He was puzzled as you sank into the leather seat. Â
The warmth cradled you as you slipped your feet out of your crocs and put them on the dashboard. âOkay so,â You paused as you looked at your phone as you put a cherry muffin in your digital shopping cart for Ace. âI was going to tell them.â You explained and went to customize Aceâs coffee order. A Fleur City blend with oat milk, a pump of vanilla, a pump of cherry syrup, iced, with sweet cold foam on top. Â
Whenever you guys got coffee together, Ace always tasted good when you kissed him. âWhy didnât you? Theyâre going to think I kidnapped you or something.â He groaned as you added an egg and spinach wrap to the cart for yourself. âAce if I told them I was leaving my dad would stand in the driveway with a bat so you couldnât park.â You wanted your parents to like Ace. They needed to get to know him better. âSo when did you tell them you were with me?â Ace asked as the tall, glowing sign of the coffee place came into view.Â
âBefore we started the movie.â That was close to 10pm last night. Ace picked you up around 8 and it takes a while to get to his apartment. âPlease tell them sooner next time.â Ace pleaded softly as he leaned over and kissed your cheek. You added your own custom coffee into the cart and paid. Thanks to Aceâs credit card he demanded you keep attached to your phone. Â
âWhat the fuck thereâs a liiiinneeee?â Ace whined in annoyance as a line of cars and trucks stretched through the drive thru lane. âItâll go by fast! It always does and we have more time to hang out.â You pat his arm as he dramatically rested his forehead against the steering wheel. âWeâre going to starve and die here.â He whimpered and you rolled your eyes in response. âOh stop it weâve waited in line for burgers for what? An hour?â You reminisced a late night drive with Ace who told you he was dying of starvation. Â
The line was wrapped around the building and the two of you were the cut off point for the night. You waited in that line for almost two hours and when the two of you finally got your food, Ace parked and the two of you hosted your own mini mukbang minus the cameras. It was late at night. No one was around. And it became one of your favorite memories even though you got ketchup on your favorite top.Â
The line moved at a snails pace as the barista came out with a tablet to confirm your order. It would be brought out to you once it was ready, but youâd be stuck in the line until Ace had an opening to get around everyone else. âCan I ask you something?â Ace spoke as you looked up from your phone. You were in the process of taking photos of the scenery to save into your special Ace folder. âSure. If itâs about your pajamas Iâll wash them and bring them back.â You assured him and he smiled. âOh thank goodness do you know how many pairs of MY pants that have walked out of my apartment?â The two of you laughed quietly under the soft music switching tracks. Â
âThis sounds kinda weird coming from me.â Ace softened as he sank back against his seat. You could see he was starting to hide in his hoodie as he looked ahead. âI do love you.â The tone of his voice was warm and it pulled you in as you nodded. âI love you too.â You were starting to feel anxious. Was something wrong? Before Ace could continue, a girl came up to the window with your order. He thanked her and handed you everything as she wished you both a nice day. Â
Ace rolled up the window as you put his coffee in the cup holder and gave him the bright red straw. You took the pink one for yourself. âWhat were you saying?â You wanted him to continue as he eased forward, seeing a potential gap he could get through and escape the drive thru line. âRight.â He whispered as you took a sip of your drink. You lowered your legs and sat with your feet against the edge of the nice leather seat. Â
âDo you want to come live with me?â The question almost caused you to choke as your eyes went wide. You looked at Ace who had a rosy hue coloring his cheeks. âYou donât have to say yes but, I know you donât like living at home.â He was gripping the steering wheel as he began to drive again. The ride was much slower as he reached for his iced coffee. âI dunno, just, I think it would be cool. Iâll look into a bigger apartment and you can have your own room. If we share a bed all the time youâll kill me in your sleep I know you will.â He let out a bitter laugh as tears welled in your eyes. Â
Ace was always thinking of you. Even if everyone assumed he was selfish. Ace always tried to put you first when no one else did. He took you feelings into consideration even when he was blunt. You really struggled to understand why your parents didnât like him. Â
âAceâŠâ Your voice cracked and you heard the panicked rattle of his ice against the recycled plastic cup. âWh- Hey donât cry! Donât cry, stop, Iâm sorry I didnât mean to make you cry.â He put his cup down and reached over. Once again his eyes darted between the road and you as he took his wine colored sleeve and wiped at your tears. âNoâŠÂ Iâm sorry is this too big to think about? Itâs already 6am.â Ace frowned as you shook your head.Â
You had a shaky smile as you sniffled and sipped away. âYouâre so sweet.â You laughed weakly as Ace pulled his hand away in confusion. âI love you.â You whispered as you pulled your cup close to your chest. The rap music turning into R&B as Ace took you the long way home. âI love you too.âÂ
The ride was quite as you contemplated his offer. Ace assured you that there was no time limit to worry about. That he didnât mind at all if you moved in. And that he didnât want you to feel pressured into anything you didnât truly want to do. The answer was a yes, but that you also wanted to sleep on it. Â
Your parents would never let you leave so easily. They wanted you to be independent. But in a way that allowed them to still have control over you. The neighborhoods and streets became depressingly familiar as Ace reached over and pat your thigh. Giving the flesh a small squeeze as he made it down your street. âItâs okay. You wanna come over again on Friday night? I can come get you and you can stay all weekend.â He offered and you nodded quickly. Â
Anything to get away and have freedom with someone you loved.Â
He pulled up along the curb. Your parents forbade him from putting his tires on the nice, tan pavement. âIâll walk you up.â Ace got out of the car and mumbled a quite âshitâ under his breath as the cold wind began to tease his hair. You got out of the car next and looked at the front door of your home. Your shoulders sagged as you adjusted your tote bag on your shoulder. You pulled out your house key with a sigh of disappointment. Ace began walking you up to the door. Your fingers laced tightly together until you looked up and noticed his neck.Â
His throat was littered in purpling hickeys. All thanks to the scent of Roman chamomile.Â
GOOD MORNING I READ THIS IMMEDIATELY THE MOMENT MY EYES PARTED AND WELCOMED THE BEAUTY OF LITERATURE đ«Șđ«Șđ«Șđ«Șđ«Șđ«Șđ«Ș
HOLY SHIT ABSOLUTE QDKAHFKABEKAHDEB THIS HIT TOO CLOSE TO HOME BECAUSE I DO HAVE STRICT PARENTSHWJSKDKALDKALDN (and they know about ace i'm gonna fucking SOB)
and and and a the domesticity of it andbwhejkafjka A-ACE DRIVING A-AND AND AND GIRL I'M EVEN WEARING HIS SLEEPWEAR RN I'M SHITING. I'M SHIT GJSJTB DO YOU HAVE CAMEMRAS IN MY HOME!2!2?!???MNWNN
ACE WHEN I CATCH YOU ACE THIS MADE ME SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW HE EY EY WRG E E RT G..T.Y W.TIOw . . . . .eikwvt. ABSOLUTE I LVOE THSI E GHSI SO CKIW JE
this is just for fun but here's a vitani inspired oc from lion king 2!! her name is kathani zaniara, a third year from savanaclaw. she trained under leona and is currently a sunset warrior who also played a small role in guarding cheka until she was accepted into nrc.
as a lioness, she appears strong-willed and independent. often perceived to be arrogant and rude but her ideals and values remain her highest strong point. she follows leona's orders in terms of dorm duties but would debate with him from time to time AND test his patience. on her free time, she's training on her own or training the younger savanclaw members. otherwise, she's out trying new cuisines or resting in savanaclaw.
during leona's pre-overblot:
she would heed leona's plans for the interdorm magical shift tournament until the true plan is revealed. to which, she disagrees greatly and, on the day of the execution, she was not present. instead, she was in yuu's side of the battle. when leona overblots, she was there to assist in putting him down and also protected ruggie and yuu (the vulnerable ones).
leona's post overblot:
she was there when leona and the others were in the infirmary, even happily reconciling with cheka. however, back at the dorms, she was heavily disappointed and didn't hesitate to express it to leona. as she sees him as her older brother and mentor, she respected his intelligence and position as prince but what leona did heavily crossed her values. her loyalty remained and continues to be open and appreciative of leona.
for the consecutive books, she's seen in savanaclaw doing her usual duties and responsibilities which involves training and doing her hobbies. she's seen as savanaclaw's older sister.
IDK IDK ACE IS DEFINITELY THE TYPE OF GUY YOU CAN CASUALLY APPROACH when you want a guy's pov about things??? relationships, opinions, confrontations, hell even the sexual/biology stuff and he'll react so weirded out but he'll genuinely give such an open-minded answer âŒïžâŒïž AND IT MAKES SENSE LIKE YOU CAN REALLY HAVE DEEP CONVERSATIONS WITH HIM and you won't even feel iffy. he lies but he's more brutally honest than he lets on. his honesty is so raw and refreshing you'd want to really seek his ideals more đčđčđč
in blaire's case, since she's a writer, she'd run to ace most of the time when she wants opinions on how guys would react to certain scenarios/situations (we don't talk about her gossip pamphlets tho)
"ace, if you were in this character's position, how would you react? i need a guy's side."
"if i acted like that to a girl or a person i like, bro, it just means i don't give a fuck. like no guy would treat a person they like like that. the hell."
"why? what made you think so?"
AND HE'LL YAP LIKE HE LOOOVESSS saying his opinions so much it's just UGH IT'S ONE OF HIS ATTRACTIVE TRAITS FOR A GUY TO BE SO AWARE AND OPEN I'M SCREECHING
