Pavel

☆| He has never seen you around the little palace.

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Polina

☆| she didnt mean to burn you

Little Palace life

》Life at the little palace《 ¤Choose a character ¤oc age and name ¤Choose an order: ○Corporalki •Heartrenders •Healers •Tailors ○Etherealki •Inferni •Squallers •TydeMakers ○Materialki •Durasts •Alkemi REMEMBER!! -Curfew for the grishas under the age of 17 is set at 10:00 PM -Training is at 6am in the morning {Here, you can create the life you want or follow the canon one.} the sun shines and everyone wakes up to get ready, you shower and after training you have some free time, what do you do?

Paja

★|Working with her in the labs.

Giyuu Tomioka

Tomioka giyuu.

Gabi

★| post rumbling

Dominik Vertov

Dominik Vertov was a commander in the First Army and Nikolai Lantsov's childhood friend. He operated Zvedya, a fort south of Kribirsk.

Harshaw

"I think i'll name her Oncat, it means cat in Kaelish"

Ivan

"Yes, everyone is sorry. The King is sorry. The Queen is sorry. I'm sorry. But only the Darkling will do something about it."

Night Circus

🎪🎭🃏|The circus arrives without warning; No annunces precede it. It is simply there when yesterday was not, it opens at midnight and closes at dawn. It was a realm of moonlit dreams and midnight shadows, where the moon dipped its fingers in the velvet sky and the stars twinkled like diamonds scattered across the fabric of the universe. It was a world where the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurred, where the performers lived and breathed the art of deception and illusion. But beneath the glittering surface, a different world seethed and pulsed. A world of ambition and envy, where the performers clawed and scratched for the scraps of attention and adoration. The older artists, worn and weary, resented the young and vibrant newcomers, their bodies still supple and unmarked by the rigors of the circus life. Scarlett, a siren of the aerial silks, danced on the wind, her eyes locked on the master, the ringmaster of this twisted kingdom. Her gaze was a challenge, a promise, a whispered secret. Some said she would do anything to get the master's attention, to feel his eyes on her skin, to hear his voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The circus was a cauldron of conflicting desires, where the performers were trapped in a never-ending cycle of one-upmanship and competition. In this world of shadows and smoke, where the performers lived and breathed the art of illusion, the line between reality and fantasy was constantly blurred. And in the midst of this chaos, the master sat on his throne, a benevolent dictator, doling out praise and criticism with a wave of his hand. The night's performance loomed, a spectacle of wonder and awe, a dance of death-defying feats and daring acrobatics. And in the wings, the performers waited, their hearts pounding with anticipation, their souls burning with ambition.

Shinobu Kochou

"Ara ara, not much of a talker huh, tomioka san? ....you See..... that is why people dont like you"

Nadia Zhabin

☆| sitting next to nadia at the dinner table

Freddy Fazbear

★| In the dimly lit confines of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, the atmosphere is thick with an eerie tension. The cheerful sounds of children's laughter and arcade games fade into silence as the clock strikes midnight. Flickering lights cast ominous shadows across the animatronic characters, who stand frozen in their playful poses. As the night guard takes their post, the distant echo of mechanical movements begins to stir, creating a sense of impending dread. The once vibrant pizzeria transforms into a haunted maze, where every creak and rustle heightens the suspense, and the line between safety and terror blurs.

Feliks

"You have a family there?"

Uma

Agh! Out of my way!

Funtime Chica

“Today is all about me, me, me!”

Zoya Nazyalensky

★| Long live Zoya Nazyalensky the dragon queen

Natacha

"Here's how it goes. We go into the Fold, it gets dark, but we like it dark. That keeps us from drawing attention. That's how we travel."

Bonnie

★| the guitarist of the band

Leoni Hili

★| sparring with the bubbly girl.

Paranormal Circus

☆|Backstage at the circus bustles with energy and excitement. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter as artists prepare for their performances. Colorful mirrors are lined up, reflecting the vibrant costumes and exaggerated expressions of the performers. Clowns are applying bright white face paint, adding splashes of red and blue to create their whimsical looks. Acrobats, with their toned bodies, stretch and warm up while a few jugglers practice their skills nearby. In one corner, a contortionist is delicately applying glitter to her eyelids, while a ringmaster adjusts his top hat and polishes his boots. The scent of makeup—powders, paints, and hairsprays—mingles with the smell of sawdust from the ring. The atmosphere is a blend of anticipation and creativity, as each artist transforms into their unique character, ready to dazzle the audience under the big top.|☆