#Eldette

[toadettely]

The lil gremlin that owns this blog (and is making the most silly ideas)

This is Eldette. Or El. Or Elli. My beloved.

This is the first and only time i did her hair justice as all my other drawings of her don't.

My asks are open if you wanna ask her/me sum questions (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)🩷💛

[toadettely]

I'm sorry for not using the same picrew but it has no yellow and I am obsessively loyal I am not gonna try and edit it because I am not able at all to do so :'3

So just have one of the picrews I made when I wanted to come up for an official Outfit for Eldette! ^-^

I will post some "art" of her today or tomorrow so y'all have another visual of the silly little girlie :3

(Funfact: her hair is based on how I used to wear it years ago :D)

(used picrew here!)

(source) (@starry-sophrosyne)

You're not immune to being maid'd either, Starry. (picrew)

[ittybittytatertot]

When the Scales of Justice just finished testing Artin, Eldett, and Ilde on their compatibility with Izel but Wayne and his zombies decided to attack:

[toadettely]

"How I look as I tag my posts with '#me being silly' "

Because MY (real person - person that actually has weird ideas and likes to be silly. Irl human being.) COLOUR IS RED. Which is why the details of Eldette's outfit are red in this drawing... ^^"

So I get silly and random ideas and El is like "Noo :c PLEASE don't post this- " I post it anyway and Eldette just adapts to it Lmao- (the "sugar" Nick.. post ... Eldette still regrets it -) I COULD YAP YAP ABOUT IT ALL DAY AND NIGHT- (El vibes w it-)

Short: Eldette is my silly little brain and ideas expressing everything and Em (Emily) is the one who started it all lol.

(self-indulgent post) :'3 ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

[toadettely]

Everyone look at how pretty my drinks are, I'll be seen drinking them all day and night (only the nightly ones contain alcohol I SWEAR /silly) and I ABSOLUTELY LOVEER the vibe, I rate both of them a 69420 out of 5 ( ˘⁠ ⁠ꈊ⁠ ⁠˘ ) <3

They look like they both could be my drink'sonas, ngl /j💛🩷

Helluu! Could I get a 🦋 with yellow💛/and/or pink🩷 and something like sunflowers🌻 or that matches my 'vibe'? (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) I don't care about the strength!! ^^

Thank you for your service! (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Order for @toadettely! // Order here!:

[toadettely]

Coffee shop AU <3

with a happy and silly Vernias and annoyed and tired Brent, working there till afternoon and making coffee. (To pay bills/uni idk idc) + Brent takes night shifts.

Vernias remembers the customers that order the same thing all the time (Nick) and he writes cute little symbols/emojis on the cups ALWAYS. (He definitely gave Nick his number on a cup)

Brent is just tired - but he LIGHTS TF UP when these certain two customers come in. He hates smalltalk - but the customer he knows as Eevee always puts a smile on his face for some reason. Brent doesn't know why, but it feels like magic.

He is not sure if Eevee intends to do so, but he just lets loose when Eevee is there. And he feels drawn to Nick's Aura, because the dude comes in with a confidence that makes Brent giggle for some reason. While Vernias looks at Nick like a teenager in love - which Brent reacts to with a playful eye roll.

[toadettely]

"Is your throne comfortable, your majesty?" The man with the purple top hat asked smugly and gave the king a warm smile.

Brent adjusted his position slightly and leaned his shoulder gently against the soft fabric. "It's quite unique, but I could get used to it."

Sophist smirked and wrapped his arm around Brent's waist, pulling him a little closer.

[toadettely]

Something I think about everyday (Weight of the crown verse)

Imagine there are followers from Sophist that don't want to rebel or don't want to fight/aren't able to.

Imagine some people in the Sophisticated Society have friends in the other Nations or the Kingdom Of Skill...

It haunts me at night.

[toadettely]

I wanna join as the angel of mischievous betrayal! >:3

This is inspired by the honeycomb minigame:

Nick: "I knew it... I KNEW IT! THE VERN NATION: FULL OF RATS, AND SCHEMERS, AND TOADS! BRO, I HATE THEM!"

and Brent going "WHY?! WHYYYY?! YOU STABBED ME! IN THE BACK! NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE! I KNEW IT! YOU BALD, PIPLUP-LOOKING ASS-FUCKING TWO-FOOT FUCKING FIVE UGLY-ASS!" - Which is why El has a knife ^^

Edit: I didn't fw the first version of her so I made a new one *shrugs*

I think i'd prefer her as the Angel of general mischief - she encourages it and loves to see the chaos unfold.

Her ability is that she can sometimes control the outcome of an disastrous event and how devastating it might be ^^ Kinda like a lil devil amongst the angels (AMOGUS, LOOK, GUYS, ... IT'S THE FUNNY MEME ABOUT THE GA-)

au where i drag everybody into this angel business. the crashers and all of us are on a council of angels that rules their universe with the crashers being at the very top of the hierarchy and we kinda work for of one of them in particular (aka our respective nations). when we spend time with our angel leader we see cracks in their mask that shows deep affection for their other co-leader(s), so we all have to get together to figure this out

brent is the angel of water

nick is the angel of animals

vernias is the angel of flowers (plants in general but flowers sounds nicer)

sophist is the angel of storms (again, weather in general but he says storms to sound cooler)

and if anyone’s curious, clique is either the angel of music (poto reference???)

if anyone wants to make an angelsona for this au this is the picrew i used!

[toadettely]

Brent swirled the glass in his hand around in a soft yet firm manner, looking at it with an empty gaze and glazed eyes, feeling numb.

The moonlight casted a delicate light into the large yet elegant windows of his castle.

The moon called out to him, like the thoughts that never ended their screams, and the desired peace he would never get. A silent plea yet too loud to bear.

He emptied his glass and put it down with an unwanted but well-felt force. The sound echoed through the way too empty big halls like a crying echo of his forbidden feelings.

The King stood up and walked outside, feeling drawn to the bright light of the moon. He scoffed at himself.

As if it was like the shining shimmer of the moon could make his thoughts vanish for just a single moment in the cold midnight air.

He was a King but a truly pathetic one.

Brent leaned against a stonewall close to the entrance of his castle. The cold stone against his shoulder and back was nothing compared to the freezingly heavy feeling in his chest.

His eyes fixiated on the bright moon, he felt his heart beating faster, yet his thoughts got quieter for the smallest moment.

The moon had never been this beautifully bright and beaming, Brent was sure. It was soothing in a way that seemed way too corrupted and unusual.

"Just one moment of peace, please," Brent whispered to himself, disgusted by his drained and small sounding voice and the way his tone made it sound like a faint prayer spoken into the midnight.

His sight turned just slightly blurry and Brent gritted his teeth in anger. Anger against himself.

Days after days passed by and still all Brent did was follow his duties and be the King his people needed. Remaining strict and acting calm and collected. Appearing like he was the greatest ruler that could calculate and control everything perfectly.

This was how it had to be. This was who Brent had to be.

But Gods,

This was not who Brent was.

And no one would ever know.

Besides him.

Brent pressed his lips together as he looked away from the white light of the moon. His eyes closed as he damned himself for letting his thoughts win over him again. As always.

Sophist- Eevee, he would never leave his stupid brain. Nor would he ever leave Brent's stupid, aching heart.

A tight twist in his chest, he moved to fully rest his back against the cold stonewall. He rested the back of his head against it, eyes still closed, soaking into the pain he felt.

Why did it hurt so much to want something he could never have?

Why must it be him out of all the people on this forsaken planet?

And why can't Brent just finally let go? He let Eevee leave all the time - it's what was right.

Right?

He chose his Kingdom over Eevee, his crown over his own true feelings. He shouldn't feel like he did right now at all.

It all was how it should be. Brent's expression turned stern unconsciously.

How it should be was not how Brent wanted it to be.

The King turned his head towards the moon again. Its bright beam still shimmering strongly in the black sky of the night.

He chased the tiny seconds of peace he just had, but in reality, he chased something - someone - else.

Slow cracks could be heard from behind him. The air got colder as the wind grew stronger.

An Aura mysteriously creeping up in the night. A mysterious creature coming out of the shadows. Brent didn't hear the slow, almost calculated steps. Chaos in the night and in his mind.

Three steps away - he could see purple from the corner of his eye, a presence stopped their tracks.

Eevee hadn't taken his eyes off the King of Skill. His expression filled with admiration. He kept his soft gaze fully on Brent as he spoke quietly and almost hoarse,

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

[starry-sophrosyne]

Lowkey crashing out rn bc I had a whole BRAIN fart and forgot that, yes, there is indeed the ability to put flowers into the regular drink picrew; And what else? Oh, I don't know, maybe just the fact that there's also ACTUAL sunflowers in the martini glass picrew??!!- IT'S. So y'know what, they're not as perfect, but it's on the house. For: @toadettely and @second-best-daisy, hope you guys like em! ٩(ˊᗜˋ)و

[starry-sophrosyne]

... @toadettely @sopping-wet-cat-wizard y'know, april fools is over, BUT...

"No, what am I saying- That's too mean, I can't do that-" "Fufufu~ But I can~"  (｀▽ ´) // "YOU-" (/｀ᗣ ´ )/

(also for reference bc GUESS WHO CAN PEN- XD /hj /lh /silly):

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(TW: blood/gore, death, car crash incident, graphic imagery)

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S&S: There is a world where Brent never meets Eevee. There is a world where he wakes up one morning, yawning as he rubs his eyes. He'd been somewhat exhausted by his gaming session with "Sofist" last night, not that it was unenjoyable. He gets ready for the day as per usual, nothing out of the ordinary. It's all regular, for now, that is. Walking out of his apartment, he raises an eyebrow at the suspicious amount of cars stuck on the local road. Oh well, a crash of some kind? He shrugs and continues walking down the road. Ducking under some construction, he carefully avoids all the prying eyes and workers, taking his shortcut to the cafe. What he sees when he turns the corner, however? Well..

It's graphical, distraught to say the least. He can see the limb of somebody, splayed across the road in a pool of blood. He winces. Damn? They'd been sloppy setting up the perimeter apparently, blocking it from normal eye-witness view, but not from here. Either way, he couldn't make out too much between the ambulance and the police cars stationed in the intersection.

As for the authorities, he can make out them questioning certain people and speaking into their walkie talkies. Their faces are far away but filled with concern as they discuss with each other. Meanwhile, the paramedics tending to the body on the ground, and.. For some reason, he pauses. It's not in any of his good interests to watch this, to get involved with some random traffic incident of an unfortunate civilian, and yet? Something tugs at him, opposing his normal desire to stay out of conflict and general indifference/apathy. He doesn't know why, why this moment specifically?, but it doesn't.. feel.. weird. It's weirdly urging, instead bringing him to stop in his tracks. As he choicely watches the paramedics ready the body bag, he catches a glimpse of the poor man who had faced the consequences.

His hair was curly, coifs of coffee brown tinged with blood. His facial hair was the same color, and his gaze relaxed. His eyes were partially closed in a stereotypical thought of sleeping, with a glint from the sun revealing his hazed over green eyes, devoid of any brightness. What catches Brent's eye immediately, however, is his bright purple coat. Most of it is soaked with crimson gore, now a dark maroon, but even still. It's such a stand out, he can't help but wonder how the man even got hit in the first place.

After a few more seconds, the guided feeling seems to go away, and he turns his head away from the scene. (Unbeknownst to him, he'd been watching for, comparatively, far longer than a few seconds.) Best to move on, for whatever reason he felt compelled to watch EMTs deal with the body, almost as if he was making sure they would properly take care of him. It was weird, but whatever. He didn't have enough time to stay around and see him get sent off, realizing he was late for his shift. Despite his sudden spike of empathy, it was just another day, just with an unfortunate incident. He prayed for the man though, as he finally set foot onto regular sidewalk. May his soul, and whoever he is, rest in peace, for meeting such an untimely end.

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Walking into the cafe, the door closed behind him with the bell's signature jingle. Vern's head shot up, his face twisted with a hint of concern as he rushed over to Brent, who'd barely placed his bag on the desk before Vern grabbed his shoulders, gripping them firmly and causing Brent to jolt a bit out of surprise.

"Brent! Oh my god, you scared me-" "?" "-I saw the crash nearby, and you- came in a few minutes later than you normally do, and- oh god I'd just thought the worst!" Vern could hardly control himself from his ramble, spilling out his emotions, but he paused when he noticed the rather amused look on Brent's face. Brent only chuckled at him, despite the severity of the situation/his anxiety. Vern gave him a dirty look, but let out a sigh of both relief and annoyance relief, glad to know his friend was okay.

As Vern let go of his shoulders, Brent starting unpacking stuff from his bag. Placing his log sheet and charger down in the little table within the break room, Vern asked:

"Why were you late anyways? You normally show up before I even get here. Did something.. actually happen while you were getting here?" He added tentatively.

"..." He paused, his hands tightening around his laptop, contemplating if it was worth it to tell Vern. About the man he'd seen, eyes hazed over in death, body dull and cold, hair stiff with dried blood. It was something in it of its own right, something that he wished he hadn't seen. But at the same time, the death of this random civilian weighed heavier than it should've in his heart. He didn't know why, but still, maybe it was the sight of his eyes; ones that pierced his soul, staring at him even after passing. They were so.. cold. Almost as if they were blaming, in hatred. His blood chilled, thinking about it all, and a heaviness set in the room. Oh. Man, he'd never felt this way before. He'd just witnessed death, hadn't he? How was he acting like this was all okay?

He held in a sigh, settling for a tight exhale as he shook his head, not looking up from his stuff. No, it was best not to trouble his more emotionally affected friend with his.. issues. Were he to tell Vern, he'd likely become more aggrieved than him. Even still, looking up and noticing Vern's still apprehensive gaze, he feigned a small smile; keeping it up even as he looked back down in the black expanses of his duffel bag, now empty. He couldn't bring himself to meet his eyes. "I'm serious dude, nothing happened. Don't worry about it."

"... Alright, if you say so." The air was thick with tension, the silence being left unbroken. Vern's footsteps were soft as they padded against the tiled floor, the door slowly creaking closed behind him. One last glance behind his shoulder, before he fully shut the door, putting on a smile to greet the guests that had entered the cafe. Meanwhile, the room had become dimmed sightly with the waning sunlight as the light from the cafe dissipated. Brent stared down once more, as if questioning the true morality behind what he'd seen. With a sigh, his shoulder slumped. Sitting down onto the rickety foldable chair, he put his head in his arms, on top of the table. He wasn't ready to go out. Not just yet. Not while the green eyes of someone haunted him. He couldn't just go and pretend everything was okay, even he had no damn idea why the death of some random stranger had messed him up so badly.

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Vern found him struggling to think of positive messages to write atop his orders for the rest of the afternoon. Brent did not come out of the break room for a long time, and even once he did, he was silent as he worked. Nick didn't come in for coffee that day.

[toadettely]

*Alpha wolf in the midnight of a full moon*

How it feels being a Brent yume

[toadettely]

Okay i'll get back, I'm sorry... ^^" ...

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hi :3

Brent's heart skipped a beat and his breath got caught up in his throat. His eyes widened in shocked surprise.

The voice behind him was oh so quiet but he would always recognize it by heart and soul.

The King turned around faster than the speed of light. His heart raced and his cheeks were colored a faint pink, caused by the spoken words. Words that were so much more. A silent confession that felt like a stab right into his heart. Yet it was all he wanted.

Eevee was all Brent wanted.

But Brent was met with nothing.

With nothing but the illusion of something - again, someone - he could never have.

All hope died out with one breath, with one blink of his eyes.

There was no purple. Just stupid blue and black in the dark midnight of the Kingdom Of Skill.

Brent turned to look up into the night sky for one last painful time.

And of course there still lingered the whiteness of the beaming moon that - in fact, was beautiful.

The moon was so beautiful it hurt.

[toadettely]

Throwing in: what if Brent and Cherie's kid is raised by Sophist and also starts to hate the kingdom/rebel against it? But Sophist didn't mean for them to do so and now has to look after them in case they do something bad or sum? Idk just thinking

[toadettely]

Okay first off: Ouch

Secondly:

"I know you love him."

"... But You know he will always love him."

Crashing sighed softly. Their eyes were glued on the crystal blue glass in the display cabinet as if they were talking to it. Wishing and almost praying for this painful cycle of unfulfilled desires to end. The awareness that their wishes could never become reality felt like a dagger in their chest that was pulled out dramatically slowly. Before it got stabbed back into Crashing's heart with certain force.

They tried to avoid their own reflection in the clear cabinet as they looked at the shining glass, sensing the defeated frown and the tired eyes they wore on their face. They mumbled to the blue glass themselves,

"And I will always love you."

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