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[metonymia]

so i'm waiting for Nate on skype and am so fucking bored also i ate an entire package of Delicje and i'm sort of tired and sort of bouncy because my aunt bought me stupid amounts of clothes today (guys i got a beige dress made of lace i am in love with it it doesn't even look that good on me but i just fucking love it) and pink shoes and YEAH SO I

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[metonymia]

ola you should write the random tidbits of steampunk!tweendom milling around your head right now!

[metonymia]

why goodness yes that sounds a fabulous idea! except it is more of a victorious cast!au but that is all well and good.

[metonymia]

"THE NAME'S CAPTAIN BENNETT," the boy bellowed, grinning manically, curly hair struggling wildly to escape into the wind from under his goggled cap. "HOLD TIGHT." He wrenched at the wheel and the dirigible groaned away from the clock tower, sending Avan reeling into the guardrail before he could take the advice.

"The princess!" he gasped against the tightness in his lungs. "We have to save her."

"Sure we do," the Captain said, flicking knobs and merrily pounding away at random buttons, causing the dirigible to snort and shudder and lurch in turns. "Just as soon as we figure out who took her in the first place."

"But we can follow her, their balloon -- "

"In old Song of the Day?" He banged on the dash of the dirigible and it let out an answering cough. "She'd never catch them."

"There is nothing more important than the princess's safety -- "

The boy chuckled, and the gleam in his eyes sent pinpricks skittering down Avan's spine. "Sure there isn't. But first we have to take you to the boss."

[metonymia]

{{I HAD NO IDEA WHO THE VILLAIN WAS GOING TO BE IN THIS FOR THE LONGEST TIME BUT. WELL. NOW I KNOW.}}

Victoria straightened her back, squared her shoulders, and looked the boy -- and he really was only a boy, he couldn't have been more than seventeen -- dead in the eye. "You can take me, kill me even, but you can never take my kingdom."

"Princess!" The boy tutted. "I have no intention of killing you. The kingdom needs her heir. I simply intend to -- " he took a delicate sip of his tea " -- assist you in ruling it. In a, you might say, nuptial capacity."

"I will die before I let you reign," was her cold response. "The day I marry you is the day the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, the day the seas dry and deserts drown, and the day time runs backwards."

His smile was downright gleeful. "Time travel? Dearest princess, the day might come sooner than you think."

[writerinacloset]

HEY GURL. Good to hear Poe-land is good. :Db

DO THE AVENGERS.

Because I'm currently sobbing over the OST. :c