#Fata Morgana no Yakata

[wyrdcofhyn]

FUCKED UP

[wrigtown]

In Japan the date is 10th March which means his damn birthday

So here's an ultra high effort meme of mine for this dude

[heliogabalvs]

[marinoizumi]

[minsarasarahair]

Michel from The House in Fata Morgana, Seventh Lair and The Erasmus Two-Faced Stories

The House in Fata Morgana Michel (Michel Bollinger OST)

The most popular Michel among fans and the original story Michel. He's the hidden protagonist of Fatamoru that you will meet after the long prologue. He slowly regained his sense of self as he walk around the mansion with the mysterious maid as his guide. He's a child of a noble family, the Bollinger with two older brothers who love him dearly. He's sheltered, has weak health and treated like a noble family's daughter until he realized that he identified himself as a man. Because of this, his mom assumed he's been possessed by a demon and his father even want to crucify him for it so his two brothers fake their little brother's death and send him off to a family's property. A secluded cursed witch mansion. There, he met the Witch Morgana who he treat like a roommate and his love of his life, Giselle. He's a very likable inspiring protagonist with flaws. He's empathetic toward the antagonists but didn't excuse their wrongdoings.

Seventh Lair Michel (Maybe it's Not OST)

In this spinoff, he's the hero and antagonist of the story. He's the MC but its also his fault why they ended up in that place. He's an indie game developer known as Dark Knight who found himself isekai'd in his games together with his fans. Giselle is also the love of his life in this story. She's a big fan of his games and became his girlfriend to the point he even put her singing voice in one of his games. Sadly, she died of illness so he's heavily saddened by the loss. He started to hate the world so he did a very messed up thing. He killed himself and record it then disguised it as his new game so his fans who trusted him saw it and that trigger their s*icide as well because they are mentally unstable. Seventh Lair stands for Seventh Layer of Hell (Dante's Inferno) where Michel need to stay in hell to suffer the consequences of his sin. Michel is very sorry about that and describe his action as if he's been possessed by a demon. His fans manage to survived tho. They visited his grave together but they are still thankful to Michel for his games that help them to get through hard times in life and they wish his life didn't end up like that. They hope they manage to save him before he reached that point.

The Erasmus Two-Faced Stories Michel (End of Story OST)

The antagonist Michel. If you like the fabricated story and bad ending of Michel with white haired girl in Fatamoru, this is for you because the Michel here has this twisted fixation over white haired girl. Back then when Michel is a college student, he joined a forum of suicidal people to kill time wondering why people wish to commit su*cide and he gained a friend there who became his e-mail pen pal. One day, this person want to meet him personally in Prague and so they met. Turns out, she's just in early teen (This is white haired girl) and she want to kill herself while Michel is late teen back then. Originally, she want him to be by her side in her last day but eventually they tried to commit s*icide together in a hotel but it didn't go according to plan. They survived and Michel was accused of assaulting the girl. Years passed after the incident and the girl tried to get in touch with him by continuing sending mails to him about her life that she's thankful to Michel for giving her a reason to live, that she's happy he was there with her during that time and he's one of her important person now together with her boyfriend Mell but Michel never replied to her. Without his knowledge, Original White haired girl died from an incident when she tried to go to Prague again to search for Michel. Fast forward to Michel's current life, his job is related to Clones maintenance. In this story setting, cloning is a thing especially for rich family that find it troublesome when their heir died and usually family of the dead need the consent to do this legally. In his surprise, he met the clone of white haired girl meaning the original died and a family want a clone of her. Sadly, she fear him and he was hurt that she don't know him. Apparantely, only Michel and OG WHG knew that its actually OG WHG's stepfather who raped her and Michel was only accused so since the Clone WHG know basic knowledge she assumed Michel is the one assaulted the OG WHG and raped her for real. Instead of explaining what actually happened, Michel play the villain role. Somehow, he developed a twisted obsession over her where he questioned if his special connection with her is even real or not. If she really loved him or not because her wrist scar paired with Michel's wrist scar no longer exist because she's a clone. At the end of story, Michel died in a fire incident where they are supposed to get rid off OG to swap with clones but the clones fought against living as OG and start killing the clients. Despite that, OG Nellie survived together with Clone Mell. In his last moment, Clone White haired girl stated that Original white haired girl must hate Michel but that contradicts the Original Mell's story where Original white haired girl fondly talk about Michel in positive way. This is actually the moment how OG Mell found out that his girlfriend was swapped with clone because OG WHG like Michel while Clone WHG is scared of Michel. In the last scene, Giselle(they are workmates) was seen talking with Clone Michel that its a good decision to have a clone of Michel prepared because finding a replacement of a decent employee is troublesome. Giselle here is like Fatamoru Maid Giselle for being creepy. I mean, there's something wrong with Michel too so the relationship works lol

If you're asking their similarities...

All Michel are French man at his 20s who don't like being associate with an angel because of his name. All of of them have cynical point of view when they are telling their story which made them an interesting storyteller. I say all of them are twisted in their own way and can be good depend on circumstances but only Fatamoru Michel manage to be the good nature character and didn't let his twisted nature affected him too much. The two started as decent person but ended up more twisted in bad way. Fatamoru Michel used his twisted nature for good like dealing with terrifying antagonists.

[afleetingfatamorgana]

[shadouko]

finished fatamoru so here's my first fanart contribution

[would-you-punt-them]

Jacopo Bearzatti (The House in Fata Morgana)

[gischelweek]

🕯️ Gischel Week 2023 🌹

Hello everyone!

This year again will be held a Michel/Giselle ship week from The House in Fata Morgana!

Just like before, it will take place from April 27 to May 3!

It will also follow the same rule; anyone can participate with any type of media (fanarts, fics, edits, etc.) You’ll just have to tag your post #GischelWeek or @ this account to make sure I’ll see it and reblog it.

NSFW/sexual or related mature content are allowed, but just be sure to warn/tag the post properly and put it under a “read more.”

The week will have prompts for each day — new ones will be proposed, but you can also do the ones from last year if you prefer. Although you can choose whether you follow them or not! There’s no obligation and you can just do whatever inspire you.

You can suggest prompts for the week here on curiouscat: https://curiouscat.live/GischelWeek, or just directly submit them via the blog’s inbox; after which the 7 most popular will then be chosen by a poll. You can also ask any questions here if you need.

🦋  Please don’t hesitate to participate and feel free to send as many suggestions as you want! 🦋

[connandoods]

So that one was meant for Morgana and Michelle’s birthday as well as for Day 8: Final Door - Fairy Tale for @fata10thanni

It got late 💔 But I still got around to finish it! Happy birthday 🦋

[orlinellora]

Day 3 - Door 3 (Pig Iron Manor) Picture Perfect

[wyrdcofhyn]

BOOB MEME. (i legit think this is the first time gratien fata morgana art gets posted on tumblr)

[fata10thanni]

The House in Fata Morgana 10th Anniversary Week

🦋 Hello! A fanweek to celebrate Novect’s visual novel The House in Fata Morgana’s 10th year anniversary will be taking place from December 31 to January 9! 🦋

Each of the first 8 days of the week will have for themes the 8 doors of the main game, and the last 2 days will correspond to A Requiem for Innocence and Reincarnation. There will also be subprompts for each day that you are free to follow or not.

This event is open to all fans of FataMoru. You can join by posting any content (fanart, fanfic, memes, videos, edits, etc.) on Twitter or Tumblr following the prompt/s on a specific day.

To boost your content, tag us on both sites and use the hashtag #Fata10thAnni.

Supporting creators is also participation! Please help them by liking, rebloging, and/or commenting if you want.

🦋 Rules and Guidelines

1. Please respect each other. Do not engage in fights or fan discourse/drama. Homophobia, transphobia, slurs, racism, and any other form of disrespect/hate towards other participants is NOT allowed.

2. Anyone can post any form of content (art, fic, memes, video edits, etc.) as they want so long as it corresponds to the prompts assigned to the days.

3. To participate, use the hashtag #Fata10thAnni and tag us @fata10thanni when posting your entries.

4. For NSFW entries, please tag them as #NSFWfata10thanni and tag @fata10thanni. Putting your images or previews under the spoiler option is recommended. -- Please indicate that you are 18+ in your bio if you want to post any NSFW content. Any minor engaging with NSFW contents as either creator or enjoyer will be blocked. If possible, use privatter, poipiku, or any other 3rd-party viewer for NSFW. Ao3 is also accepted. Remember to use proper tags and warnings for your posts. If we have not promoted your submission within a day of posting it, kindly message us on Twitter or Tumblr depending on your preferred site.

🦋 On Content

1. Creators are given three prompts each day to follow. One is the main prompt of the day which must always be followed, and the other two are sub-prompts which you can include one of or both alongside the main prompt.

2. Shipping fics are allowed, as long as properly labeled and tagged.

3. Your entries must be your own work. Plagiarism isn't condoned and you will be blocked if we discover that you have plagiarized or reposted someone else's content without their permission.

4. Old works are allowed if they fit the prompts.

5. Late submissions will still be accepted one month after the event has ended, as long as they are properly tagged. (January 10 - February 10)

🦋 Here is the carrd for more informations as well as the curiouscat for any questions

Please don’t hesitate to participate!

[connan-l]

Meandering Souls - Day 1: Door 1 - Mirror

Fandom: The House in Fata Morgana

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Nellie Rhodes & Isadora Rhodes, Mell Rhodes & Nellie Rhodes

Summary: Until their souls cross path once more in the boundless sphere of fate.

Nellie’s mother gave her a mirror as a present for her fifth birthday. She’d always loved looking at her reflection with it, until she doesn’t.

[A collection of unrelated one-shots for the @fata10thanni prompts:

Day 1: Door 1 - Mirror

Day 2: Door 2 - Gardening and Botany 

Day 3: Door 3 - In the Shadows]

______________________________________________________________

Link on Archive of Our Own

______________________________________________________________

Notes: Happy 10th Anniversary, FataMoru! And happy Fata Week as well!

Shh, I know, I know, I’m late, but listen. Better late than never.

So, this was written for the Fata Week in celebration of… well, Fata’s 10th anniversary, from those prompts: on Tumblr and Twitter. Ideally I really wanted to wrote a little something for each of the 10 prompts, but I dunno if I’ll actually be able to make it. Even if I do it’ll probably take some time cause for some reason I have zero energy lately and it feels like a struggle for me to write. But well I’ll still try! We’ll see how it goes.

Anyway, here’s the first prompt for Door 1. This takes place, well, before, during and after Door 1, so spoilers for that as well as for the short story related to it, ‘A Slow-Killing Poison.’

And oh, yeah, in case you were wondering: the names used here for Nellie and Mell’s parents, Isadora and Barnard, are their actual official names; they were given in the guidebook as well as in one untranslated short story.

________________________________________________________________

When she turned five years old, Nellie’s mother offered her a huge mirror for her birthday.

It was beautiful — all golden and silver and shining, with gorgeous, delicate flowers carved in it (not roses, sadly, but those lilies were pretty enough that Nellie tolerated them). She was so small at the time that when she stood in front of it she could only see the top of her head and two amber eyes peeking out in the bottom of the glass, but even so she couldn’t help but stare at her reflection excitedly every time she passed in front of it.

“You really like this mirror, don’t you, Nellie?”

Her mother Isadora asked her this once with a soft, content smile, as she looked at the little girl spun around right before the mirror.

“Yup! Like that, I can look at how cute I am every day!”

Isadora laughed — and Nellie didn’t know why because she was very serious —  then gently caressed her daughter’s flaxen hair.

“You know, mirrors are very important for women.”

“To help us making us pretty!” The child exclaimed proudly.

“Well, there’s that,” her mother conceded. “But it also helps us to remember who we truly are.”

Nellie didn’t understood that. Isadora looked a little strange saying this, but just when she was about to press her further, she noticed Mell’s silhouette popping up at the door and her face beamed.

“Dearest Mell! Have you seen the mirror Mother gave me? Hey, hey, have you?”

She dragged her brother in front of the mirror — because he was slightly taller than Nellie, unlike her his entire head could be seen in the reflection — and then she excitedly told him all about all the other presents she’d gotten. Mell just smiled gently at her, nodding quietly, like he always did.

And so she completely forgot all about this conversation, until one night a few weeks later when she went to find her mother in her bedchamber. Nellie should be asleep already at this time, but she had a nightmare and couldn’t stand to stay alone in her bed anymore. Usually, she would’ve gone to Mell to comfort her, but both he and their father Barnard weren’t home tonight; they went out of town because of some complicated business matters and Barnard had wanted his son with him for some reason. They wouldn’t be back until a couple of days, so unfortunately only the women of the house were here tonight and she had to settle for her mother instead of her brother.

It wasn’t like Nellie disliked Isadora or anything. She very much loved her, in fact; just as much as she loved her father. Both of them were very kind and always complimented her and gave her everything she wanted.

But… they still weren’t Mell.

Her mother was quite affectionate, but she also strictly scolded Nellie whenever she did anything little girls weren’t supposed to. Her father always bought her the most beautiful dresses and dolls, but he hated letting Nellie play outside or forced her to talk and be polite to men and boys she had no interest in.

Mell never expected anything like that from her. He never tried to restrict her. He always listened to her in such a genuine, attentive way that her parents just never did.

With Mell, she was always free, and she never felt that way with anyone else.

Isadora was sitting down in front of a mirror in her gorgeous embroidered white nightgown, while her long, wavy blond hair — of a very distinct fairer color than the rest of the family — fell on her shoulders elegantly.

Her mother was very beautiful. The most beautiful woman on earth even, in Nellie’s eyes. She really wanted to be just like her when she’d be grownup.

“Mother,” she murmured while trotting over to her, and Isadora got startled when she felt her daughter’s presence and her arms wrap around her waist.

“Oh my. Nellie, honey, what’s wrong?”

“Nightmare,” the girl mumbled in her mother’s clothes. “Can’t sleep.”

“Oh, poor dear.” The woman grabbed her daughter right away and put her on her lap, gently caressing her hair in a soothing manner. Nellie buried her face in her mother’s neck, letting herself get lulled by her warmth and faint citrus perfume.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Don’t remember.”

“I see…”

Isadora then fell quiet. After a moment of complete silence, Nellie lifted her head and stared curiously at her. Her mother…  looked strangely sad. She stared fixedly into the mirror, her features stretched in clear sorrow and nostalgia.

She did that, sometimes. She’d go quiet and all melancholic, lost in thoughts.

Nellie never knew what she must be thinking about when it happened, but she never dared to ask; as if doing so would break some kind of taboo.

That’s when she suddenly remembered what her mother had told her, when she’d offered her the golden mirror for her birthday.

“…Does it help you remember?” She asked.

Her mother blinked, then looked at her oddly. “Huh?”

“You said it the other day. You said mirrors help women remember and see us for who we really are.”

Isadora’s expression cleared in understanding, but then something more complicated spread on her face.

“Oh, right…”

She looked up into the glass once again, and stared. Nellie wondered what she must be seeing, because it didn’t seem to be her reflection.

“Yes, I suppose it does. Whenever I look at it, I can’t help but remember him, and her—”

“Him and her?”

Isadora smiled sadly, grief filling her eyes, and then she shook her head.

“Yes. It helps me remember them, and then, it helps me remember my sins.”

Nellie’s eyes widened with surprise. “Mother, you sinned?!”

‘Sin,’ in Nellie’s mind, was when she didn’t listen to her governess or broke a vase accidentally or went running around in the garden without being careful and dirtied her clothes. But those were all things she could never imagine her beautiful, elegant, always perfect mother doing. However, when her mother looked at her and replied, her answer had nothing to do with what she’d expected.

“I fell in love.”

______________________________________________________________

Nellie took the habit to stop and look at herself in her mirror every morning.

With each month, each years that passed, she could see herself grow up little by little in the looking-glass; her hair became longer, her silhouette refined, her chest a bit bigger.

By the time she reached fourteen, Nellie looked almost like a grown woman, almost like her mother — Isadora and Barnard and every adult around her always made sure to compliment her on this, on how pretty she’d became, how she’d have no trouble finding a good suitor with how beautiful of a young lady she now was.

But instead of making her happy like she’d imagined it would as a child, it started to fill her with dread.

The less she looked like a little girl, and the more it was harder to deny the reality that was catching up to her dreamy, ideal life.

Nellie wasn’t stupid, contrary to what most people around her seemed to think; she was well-aware her sheltered life where she could just spend her days playing around with her dearest Mell would inevitably come to an end.

She’d have to get married, leave Mell, have children.

The simple thought of it got her stomach tied up in knots. It made her want to run away and never look back; but she was too scared to do so. Not all alone, anyway.

Nellie hated being alone more than anything in the world.

That was why she couldn’t bear the perspective of getting separated from Mell, because he was the only one who truly loved her for who she was — but no matter how much she wished it, she couldn’t bend reality just because she wanted to.

At some point, she knew she’ll have to wake up from the dream — and she knew it’ll hurt more than anything.

And that point seemed to grow nearer and nearer as her appearance kept changing.

She didn’t want to grow up. She wanted to stay a little girl forever, so that she didn’t have to part away from Mell, so that she didn’t have to get married, so that she didn’t have to get locked up in that cage everyone around wanted to fit her into.

Unlike Mell, who had the privilege to keep meandering in life however he pleased, Nellie would be forced to wake up brutally.

(And maybe, just maybe, despite how much she loved him, there was a little part of Nellie who resented him for it. Just a little.)

She used to love looking into that mirror, but now it only made her feel ugly.

Maybe her mother’s words from all those years ago were true, after all.

Mirrors were there to help them remember who they truly were.

But Nellie didn’t want to.

“Oh my? Why did you cover it up?”

Isadora stared strangely at the big mirror, which was entirely hidden by a large piece of white sheet Nellie had gotten somewhere.

“Mother,” she said, softly, without looking at the other woman. “What do I look like?”

Isadora probably didn’t understand her real question, because she just smiled gently at her.

“You look beautiful of course, my darling. Soon you’ll be as pretty as all the noble ladies of the court.”

Nellie’s chest twisted. It hurt, even though it was stupid of her to feel that way.

She’d already knew her mother would say that, after all, because that was what everyone always said.

Her mother, her father, all of the servants and nobles and anyone glancing at her.

In the end, even her dearest Mell thought that way.

“I’d much rather having been born ugly.”

______________________________________________________________

The curtain kept flying up under the breeze in the room.

There was never any sound.

Or at least, there wouldn’t be from an outsider’s perspective, but to Nellie, the bedchamber was always filled with laughters and cheerful high-pitched voices.

Her brother, not much taller than the bed, was always next to her, reading and smiling — and Nellie was happy just staying by his side, occasionally trying to childishly bother him away from the story.

Mell would sigh at her exasperatedly, of course, but he’d never get angry at her.

Mell had never been able to truly stay angry at her for long.

Because he knew it’d hurt Nellie, and Mell could never hurt Nellie.

The door suddenly opened.

It took some time for Nellie to truly realize it; but even then she didn’t stray her attention away from her beloved brother. She wanted to give all of her attention to him and only him.

The person sat next to her bed. She had long, pretty blond hair, and a long time ago she probably would’ve been beautiful, but now she only looked ashed and exhausted.

It took a long time for Nellie to realize that this was her mother.

When was the last time Nellie had spoken to her mother?

“My darling, can you hear me?”

Her voice felt barely audible, like a dream’s whisper. A complete shadow from what her mother’s gentle voice used to sound like.

There was a sigh, some awkward gesture. A larger hand grabbing hers, holding her, caressing her skin.

“I know I haven’t come to see you in a long time… I apologize. I have been a very terrible mother. I…”

Fingers tightened their grip on hers, but Nellie couldn’t bother to care about it.

Nothing and no one could reach her, not anymore.

Only her dearest brother stuck in the dream mattered.

“Nellie, honey, I’m sorry. None of this would’ve happened if your father and I had not… made so many mistakes and actually paid attention to you. But I…” A pause; a shaky breath. “Please, my darling, it is not too late. We can still fix this. You can still… you can still come back to us. Please? Nellie?”

It sounded like someone was begging desperately, but it barely registered to Nellie.

The voice slowly faded away in a corner of her consciousness, words stopping making sense.

She looked away from her brother, and instead stared straight in front of her.

The mirror she’d gotten as a gift at five years old stood there, uncovered.

Her reflection smiled back at her, and she giggled.

She’d never been happier to look so ugly.

[arkumami]

[minsarasarahair]

Michel calling Giselle's breast "Obese Rat" and Maomao calling Jinshi's dick a "Splendid Frog"

Michel 🤝 Maomao

I love these dorks lmao

Context is the same. Its nothing perverted.

Michel assist Giselle who's cleaning the top of the bookshelves by holding still the ladder but she suddenly fall because the dust made her nose itchy. Michel accidentally touch her breast because of the fall. Embarassed of the situation he said he mistakenly thought its an obese rat. It made Giselle angry because it sound like he's insulting her.

Maomao is at the top of Jinshi's shoulder looking for a way out but she suddenly fall because a real frog jumped on her head. Then she was confused and surprised because she accidentally grabbed Jinshi's dick and thought why a Eunuch like him still have it. She denied it and convinced herself that she grabbed a frog instead but it angered Jinshi.