#toaball2024

[hosannan]

2024 TOA Masquerade

Annnnd Henry (spoilers) undercut !!

the eyes on his sleeves are actually just regular slits that open to show his skin bc i think his ridiculous outfit can become even more so with holes in his sleeves

rip henry you would have loved venetian masquerades

[princessmacedon]

in big dreams

Pinched between thumb and forefinger, the black feather catches the light, for a moment turning umber.

"It's so pretty," Maria marvels, turning the brooch a fraction-inch to peer at someone just beyond it; a crescent grin touches upon her face, and when she laughs, it is a bright sound, unmistakably joy. With this, she thinks her heart feels warmer -- fuller. Quite proudly, she pins it to her dress.

"Hee hee... I like it a lot!"

MARIA -- BLACK FEATHER

Black Feather: Edelgard ; Raven ; Valter ;

White Feather: Shiro ;

String of Pearls: Chad ; Yuri ; Michalis ; Minerva ; Mask 34 ;

Small Bell: Lachesis ;

Teardrop Crystal: Marianne ; Yuzu ; Bernadetta ; Mask 57 ;

[nelithic]

ahem, happy unbirthday to @loveevangelist ! this is for you :snicker: commissioned from one of my favorite creators, hasuyawwn ( go support them ! ) happy ethereal ball 2024 !!!

[egittae]

[ Say 'Fromage'! ]

he comes bearing two glasses of mulled wine and a tired grin. the night is closing out, but he still has things he wants to get done---namely, commemorate the night somehow with his good pal lambert.

hearing about the artifex-box that can freeze a moment in time, morion decides that is a perfect thing to choose and grabs some supplies (read: mulled wine and that's it) before going to the man himself.

"c'mon, lambert. let's go get our portrait taken!"

"Of course! Wait Morion, I am going to fall-"

"-Morion?! Morion why do you ha- is this lipstick?!"

[ladyleonster]

The mental visual was not enough for me so I needed to have @alliberacio make Eth and Beo's incredible fashions real

@sayhwaet

[rafent]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑. #toaball2024

「 A man of self-assured comportment carries a glass with carmine liquid, dark and burgundy and dangerous, each quality in equal proportion to himself. Wine? A reasonable theory, but truth yields that it is actually cranberry juice. Indeed; dissatisfied with the unsweet drops of yesteryear, the Fell Heir has brought his own sugary contraband into the ballroom. But before he can take a single sip, he stops, catching the trajectory of your gaze as his milky chest puffs. 'You can look but you can't touch,' his imperious body language seems to say loud and clear. You get the impression that he is luxuriating in your very attention. 」 "My eyes are up here, you know." ... WEEK 1. WEEK 2. WEEK 3.

⸻ SALAMANDER LAYERS: Passionate vesture that evokes the hot volcanic holdings of Gradlon. Its burgundy two piece is paired with a rose-red blouse, endowing ventilation with an open neckline for when things get too hot. Each shiny statement piece is meticulously placed. The pink boutonnière a homage to someone who is no longer here.

STRING OF PEARLS (Rafal)

BLACK FEATHER: received from Edelgard and Fogado

WHITE FEATHER: received from Ivy and Nel

STRING OF PEARLS: received from Alm

SMALL BELL: received from Dorothea

TEARDROP CRYSTAL: received from Bernadetta

[aimlessarchery]

continued from (here) with @carefreemonk

Arms crossed over his chest, Azama paints an alarmingly similar picture to the girl Python had only properly met tonight. (Well...'proper' might not be the best word for their meeting. Nevertheless.)

A dry, helpless grin breaks through Python's expression.

"If you'd claimed it was simple, that's where I'd call you a liar."

The distance between the two of them is palpable as ever. And isn't that how he liked it? At a distance, playful winks and jabs can be volleyed back and forth without any risk. It's easiest that way. Except...

"...Still. If you're so proud of her, how come I didn't hear about her sooner? She seemed concerned enough about you."

...Spend enough time playing, and one can catch a fascinating glimmer beneath those fluttering lashes. A glimpse of something that can only properly be seen if he leans in closer.

Closer....

Does Azama seem closer than before? Physically? The monk has always been rather tall, but Python doesn't remember the tips of that height-accentuating hairstyle touching the ceiling when he'd pulled him in here. He's also certain that he hadn't shut the door, but there's a definitive click of the latch now.

"Uh. Maybe concerned enough to rescue you from a locked closet, if we're lucky?"

[verseandrhyme]

@carefreemonk | cont

Oh by the Dawn, he was approaching...

"STOP RUNNING!" Mitama snaps back, glaring at him over her shoulder. She does not stop either. If anything, she picks up speed as she weaves through the guests.

"ARE YOU FIVE? ARE YOU A CHILD? I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO A MANY WITHOUT ANY SHRED OF DIGNITY!"

Gods this was the most exercise she had had in months. Of course her father would make it the most embarrassing.

"Disappearing act / gallivanting abroad, hm? / Have some self respect!"