#black clover themes

[lynxgriffin]

I FINALLY got to doing some more Undertale Yellow fanart, since I know folks have been asking for it! There were so many cute characters, it was hard to pick out some things...

Ed always ends up carrying the whole Feisty Team!

Wanda is fine, don't worry

I like how a running theme with Undertale robots is one wheel and Mickey Mouse gloves

Young Dalv with Kanako have a scary encounter!

A couple Cerobas Going Through It

Micro Froggit!!!

I haven't played the no mercy route, but I had to draw Zenith Martlet because that design was just so kickass

[chasseusedetoiles]

life's no fun without a good scare

[justl-12]

happy diwali to those who celebrate, have a dorothy

[serexvu]

noelle silva from black clover

[izvmimi]

cw: catholic christmas and church rituals. reader is at church. yami is not catholic. bad sense of humor. reader is a noble implied to be from a big family.

“Hey so when’s this shit gonna end?” Yami whispers unceremoniously in your direction from the church pew, just three rows from the front of the altar, and you can feel your stomach turn as you look around, trying to gauge whether or not the other attendees to mass heard, or possibly, most terribly, the priest did. However, the priest seems unaffected even if he does hear Yami’s harsh tone of voice and continues his droning homily, and you let your hand rest on Yami’s knee squeezing it tightly.

“Are you insane?” you mouth back to him through the corner of your lips, as though he were no better than one of your many siblings. “Lower your voice.”

Yami breathes out through his nose in a huff and crosses his arms over his chest. A small part of you wonders if him interrupting the mass is really that much of a breach - after all, he’s already wearing a tank top to one of the most important religious holidays of the year, and smells of a recent smoke, even though you are clad in your finest dress of reds and golds to herald the birth of the Christ child, the shimmer in your dangling diamond earrings practically blinding when it catches the light of the many lit candles throughout the church. Despite this, you’re not necessarily the most lavishly dressed, although to Yami clearly you are the most beautiful of the bunch - the royal women in the pews ahead of you are similarly luxurious in their appearance, hands folded in their laps gracefully while their other halves stifle their yawns, stoic faces to suggest piety rather than abject boredom.

Asta, like Yami, is uncouth enough to yawn loud enough that you can hear it, unlike the men of the royal family, and while his partner (and your friend) shoots him a look just short of exasperation, you find yourself stifling a laugh. Yami has the nerve to give Asta a similar look of disrepute and Asta frowns back at him. You see your friend stiffen up, and you can tell she’s considering that she should have left Asta and just sat at the front with the rest of the royal family rather than tolerate her boyfriend’s country behavior. She nudges him quietly with her elbow and Yami lets out a low chuckle, not as easily suppressed as yours.

“I don’t even blame him, there’s no reason this should last this long every single year.”

Yami says this as if he comes often, but this is his very first time ever coming to midnight mass on Christmas in the first place. He’s doing it solely for you, his soon to be wife, and while you appreciate his efforts, the Black Bulls cape doesn’t cover his shoulders enough for him to look at least appropriately dressed.

You don’t answer immediately because the homily ends abruptly, and the priest begins the call and response. Yami doesn’t know the words at all and grumbles something nonsensical, while Asta says the words incorrectly despite having grown up in a church with a fierce crush on a nun, a fact his partner is clearly not above getting riled up about.

The four of you kneel and clasp your hands, and rise, and kneel, with varying synchronization, you always in time with your similarly high class friend, the men you have chosen to love keeping up poorly. You imagine the third of your group, daughter of the noblesse who had the sense to pair up with a man similarly of high status is probably not faring as poorly and shoot her a glance across the church only to see that she and Leopold are clearly fast asleep.

Disastrous.

The clock strikes closer to midnight and you can tell Yami has refused to kneel or stand anymore, and you decide not to look at him lest a foul expression gives him a reason to get up and leave. The Eucharist is passed and Yami raises his hand to refuse the cup from the person before it, as if he were refusing beer, and you quickly cut in to take the goblet from the offerer.

He didn’t refuse the bread.

You turn to your friend who is mortified on the account of just being around to witness Yami’s behavior, and consider hissing that at least he isn’t going to be the potential father of her children.

Midnight strikes and the members of the congregation are called to sing to herald Christmas morning.

Your friend links hands with yours, and your other hand goes to Yami. He’s polite enough to rise this time, and watches you as you sing from the side, and perhaps at that moment he understands what it means to be at peace.

Your voice is lovely, he thinks.

The way you look up into the high ceilings of painted glass, then let your eyes settle on the crucifix; the way your eyes close as your heart lightens.

Yami has always thought of religion as a silly exercise of the bourgeois, a way to differentiate yourselves from the heathen masses with complicated ritual after complicated ritual, the guise of piety to cover your excess and cruelty, and yet…

As he holds your warm hand now, he might understand.

He cannot understand the entirety of your love of religion or your love of the world, but he’ll try to, as those things that move your heart have learned to move him also.

And thus he tries his best to raise his own gruff voice to sing.

And when you turn to him, to smile just at him, it’s all worth it.

—

Your friend whispers something about her repressed fear that Asta would burst into flames the second he crossed the church barrier and you can’t help but double over in laughter as you clear the church. Your other slumbering noble friend finds her way to the two of you and rests on your shoulder.

“Did you have a good nap, princess?” you ask.

She looks sheepish but Leopold is quick to wrap his arm around her shoulders. They match in brilliant hues of yellow, red and gold, and she smiles brightly, warmed by his demeanor and his smile.

“We were simply resting our eyes and feeling the sermon.”

“Of course you were,” your royal friend teases before she blows kisses to you both, then takes Asta’s hand to join the rest of the Silvas, Noelle having beckoned them over to save her from her siblings.

“Merry Christmas!” they wave as they walk off, Asta quick to adjust the hem of his partner’s fur coat as best he can.

“Merry Christmas!”

Many Christmas Eves you’ve spent in the home with your gaggle of siblings, poring over gifts that were meant for them and not you, cookies to set out for Santa of your own solitary labor (you’d often let the help go spend time with their own families) and your father’s many mistresses inspecting every corner of the home to check for dust or something inconsequential for you to be blamed for.

But this Christmas you are surrounded by love, and you are loved.

Yami’s arm wraps around your waist close as you head back to your happy home, and perhaps this Christmas, you’re thankful you decided to give him, of all people, your heart.

[cloverkingsmith]

HOW ABOUT THAT MOVIE Y’ALL ♟️ ⚔️

[peonights]

Shadow Magic vs Dark Magic

I find it fascinating that Black Clover makes a difference in its magic system between shadows and darkness.

Most darkness we see comes from shadows, that's how places get lightless most often—but they are just one way. For example, nighttime brings darkness too, but is different as it's the dark outer space. Darkness is the absence of light. Shadows are one way that light can go absent.

So, unlike other fantasy media I've seen (for me, notably Shadow and Bone), Black Clover acknowledges that there is a difference. Shadow and Dark are two different magic attributes.

And that's interesting because the one Shadow Magic user we meet—Nacht—is the vice captain and ex-best friend of a Dark Magic user, Yami. Using magic to highlight character foils is nothing new, as a fantasy reader it’s everywhere.

However, unless I live under a rock, I haven’t seen two prominent foils to each other ever be shadow and darkness before! They’re always conflated and pitted against light.

This time though, we have a pair, Yami and Nacht, who started out the same—two best friends against the world with their similar magic attributes.

Then Yami joined the Magic Knights and befriended the Light Magic user Morgen. The two became a duo of light and darkness, as we normally see in media. Adhering to media’s norms makes sense for the lawful Morgen and the expectations of the Magic Knights.

Meanwhile the rebellious Nacht distanced himself from them both. This is worsened after Morgen’s death and Nacht’s switch to rationality. Still, in the end, shadow and darkness are two different things—and so are Nacht and Yami.

At last, the two mend their relationship and we go back to the beginning.

Here, it’s a zigzag between the similarity and difference in Shadow and Dark Magic, which highlights the zigzag in Nacht and Yami’s bond over the years.

TLDR: I love BC’s use of an unconventional yet similar pair of magics to highlight the complicated dynamic between Nacht and Yami. Can’t you tell who my favorite vice captain is?

[goffilolo]

I am bringing back my idea for Noelle's outfit re-design because unlike Tabata I respect her and I have a sense of style

[yukiblob]

Heyyy! I hope you’re good! If i’m not too too late i’d like to submit an OC for your request. Her name is Tiara! 🥰. I’m happy for hair to be changed slightly and to be in whatever outfit you please!

Also take as much time as you need don’t stress yourself with it 🤍.

After thirty years it’s finally done🚶🏾‍♂️

You said any outfit so I put her in one of my dti outfits 🙈

[jplupine]

My first headcanon post is this:

Yami Sukehiro is lactose intolerant and that's why he spends so much time in the bathroom and gets an upset tummy.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

why do you love/like fuegoleon so much? / gen

Hiya! ^^

Honestly, I think this is a very good question to ask, because, one, it gives me an excuse to talk about him, but also get into a discussion why love him when the heroes of the series are other people. And... I'm not sure how long this will be, but perhaps it's better to buckle down.

Though, in a sentence I would answer: "Because of the vibes"

But. Let's get to the long answer

Admittedly, from the point of view of the grand plot, he seems to be a bit of a Sexy Lamp(tm). Meaning that he has no great contribution to the story as a whole, at least not until this point at least. Some of the criticisms I have seen about him include "[him] not being able to teach Asta about antimagic/devil union/ fighting". Which I think is unfair to use as a source of criticism because, well, Fue doesn't use antimagic. No other character uses antimagic. It's be the same as asking a Water Magic user to teach a Fire Magic user. The affinities are profoundly different, so it'd be incredibly difficult to teach someone with a different affinity from your own properly, or so I imagine. Sure, general guidelines and ideas could be discussed, and some techniques that involve mana, and not the magic type itself, are doable (an example would be Yami (or Sukehiro) learning about using mana zone in another way from Mereoleona). The reason why Yami is the best suited to teaching Asta in the beginning is because Yami teaches about ki which is a different concept, and gives Asta something, a foothold, into a fighting style. And the same applies to Devil Union. Fuegoleon doesn't have a devil. He's not affiliated with Forbidden Magic or the dark arts, so he's not suited for such a mentor. When it comes to not teaching Asta fighting, I think the most important aspects are that Fuegoleon was in a coma for the majority of Asta's early journey, and even during the times he was around, Asta wasn't his (Fue's) underling. We don't see Captains of different squads coming to mentor/teach other squads' knights. So, there is no reason for Fue to have undertaken this feat.

"He had one job and that was to keep the magic stone safe, and he failed". That's another criticism I have come across, and... I don't think people realize the situation there was. Sure, Fue lost his cool for a second, which against a Light Mage, is more than enough for it to be a fatal shot. And, Fue recognized his peer! Someone he trusted to keep the kingdom safe. Someone very high in the hierarchy! Of course he was taken aback by the betrayal. And the thing about betrayal is that it never comes from our enemies. Betrayal comes from our friends. So, him having that moment of shock doesn't make him weak. It makes him human.

Personally I've been drawn to determined, charismatic and intelligent characters throughout my life, and he is that as well. Yes, he is a bit aloof at times (the degrees depend on if you follow the manga, or anime, or take into account both of them), but he is still intelligent, charismatic and driven. He is a proper gentleman, but he is also a warrior, and a knight. He's level headed in a battle, and does know that hesitation and wavering can be fatal in a field of battle (which brings layers onto point 2). Irony is one of those layers.

He genuinely cares about his knights. This can be seen from how his knights defended Fuegoleon's efforts and dedication to Mereoleona, who accused the Lions (and Fue) of slacking off after the Star Festival. It's been established that Mereoleona is a force to be reckoned with, and that the Lions, are at least to a degree, afraid of Mereo. Plus, Mereo was the authority figure there. And the Lions, with Leo taking the lead, talked back and defended Fuegoleon. So, the Lions must really, genuinely, feel that Fuegoleon cares about them through the time and effort he puts in training and honing the Lions' skills, along with his own.

Fuegoleon is all about growth and looking into the future. The ideology of: What matters is what you choose to make out of your life. "Being weak is nothing to be ashamed of. Staying weak is." I find this incredibly inspirational.

He is resilient as hell, and willing to put the good of the kingdom before his own. I cannot properly describe the backbone he has to have, for him to be able to still serve the kingdom that overlooked his dismembering! He is still there! As a knight, and working side-by-side with the man who did dismember him! (Or at least looked through his fingers when his body was doing the deed. Granted that William's story is a whole different post and analysis, but this is about Fuegoleon's point of view.) The person who was pardoned by the system which they both serve! A little slap on the wrist to William, while Fue is there without an arm! Constantly at a disadvantage by having to use mana and concentration to have two functioning arms! Which probably is required for him to use some spells too, so he needs to first cast mana to make his arm move, which then fires a spell. Layering a spell on top of another, essentially.

The fact that Fue is able to uphold mana control and concentration constantly with his arm is really cool, and speaks of his skill level.

Tabs hasn't given him a Spirit Dive, which is Tabs having done Fuegoleon dirty. Must protect. Canon is doing Fue dirty. Fue is my poor little meow meow (kinda) /lh

He is genuinely a good guy. He wants the best for the kingdom, and its people. He's someone who always tries to do the right thing, and works for it. He puts in the effort and the hours, and really, really, tries hard. I just want to kiss his forehead and tell him that it's okay to take a break at times too. Because he must be tired. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. And still he tries, and continues forward. With the stubbornness of a lion.

He's handsome! <3

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk ^^

[lee-lucius]

Advent Calender 1: Cold

Word Count: 489

Usually, Luck was a menace. Don't get him wrong, Magna loved his boyfriend, but he was an absolute menace almost all of the time.

Except for times like these, when the sky darkened far too early, accompanied by the first few wisps of snow, littered faintly across the ground. When his eyes would grow too weary, blinking over and over until a yawn finally escaped him. When there was a faint chill in the air nipping at his flushed skin, leaving him only wanting one thing. 

And he found it. With another yawn, Luck collapsed into his arms and snuggled close to Magna, who sputtered an initial protest before relaxing into the touch, unable to hide his smile at Luck's clingy behavior. He knew how rare this was, and he certainly knew more than anyone else what a menace Luck normally was, except for when he was tired, so it didn't matter that it was practically in the middle of the afternoon or that Magna was relaxing on the common room couch when he came over and unceremoniously plopped himself onto Magna's lap in front of everyone because he really had no shame.

Besides, it was rare to see him so relaxed and cozy, and Magna could never resist his puppy-dog eyes.

Luck dug his head into the crook of his neck, while Magna wrapped his arms around him tighter, rubbing soothing circles onto his hips and allowing his heat to seep into Luck. His boyfriend squirmed, swatting at his hand with a whine.

"Stop, it tickles."

Magna smirked. "Oh, really? That's too bad."

Luck shrieked as ruthless fingers were dug into his hips, sluggishly thrashing away from the ticklish sensations. "Nohohoho! Mahahagna stahahap!"

"Nah, maybe this will teach you a lesson for stealing my pudding earlier."

"Buhuhut ihihit wahahas fuhUHUNY! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!" He screamed, voice raising at least three octaves as Magna started kneading his hips, dipping his hands down to make direct contact with his cold skin that was becoming more and more feverish with each passing second. 

"You warmed up yet?"

Luck's head was thrown back in laughter, his cheeks more flushed than before and hair sticking up at odder angles than usual. Still, he remained in Magna's lap, curled up to him, any attempts at a response dying on the tip of his tongue only to be replaced by shrill whines.

It was a moment of weakness, admittedly. But his boyfriend was so tired and cute, and he could never resist his puppy-dog eyes.

He eased his attack, switching from kneading his hips to gently scribbling his fingers across Luck's stomach. Relieved, he immediately relaxed, sinking into the touch with sweet giggles.

Magna scoffed, "You wanted this the whole time, didn't you?"

Luck didn't respond, instead yawning between his laughter as he settled in for another joyful night with his partner, letting his heart fill with warmth and laughter until the cold was forgotten altogether.

[morning-day-yew]

Today’s emotion is: hyperfixating on the opening theme to Black Clover, also recovering from an anxiety/panic attack.

[serexvu]

Noelle Silva icons?

thank you for your request <3

noelle silva from black clover

[spectraeevee]

Distraught by Finral's new look but also kind of looking forward to the crazy stuff his little sibling is going to pull.

Also, Mereoleona is very hot

[funky-sea-cryptid]

basic information:

name: aelf [redacted]

age: UNKNOWN

birthday: march 16th

blood type: UNKNOWN

magic type: beast

current location: heart kingdom

occupation: heart kingdom defector, mage defense force

height: 1.8 meters (6')

background:

aelf is a very distant descendant of the daughter of tetia and licht. her family broke off from elysia a long time ago, and she was raised as an anarchist against any form of government whatsoever. she left home fairly early, and ended up doing a lot of self-discovery. the peace and prosperity of the heart kingdom just didn't appeal to her all that much, and she began to wander through grand neutral zones. the years she spent in the grand neutral zones helped her perfect her magic, as well as helped her increase the size of her grimoire.

when aelf was in the neutral zones, she met sue seafarth when spade began invading those zones. aelf roundly beat sue's ass, and ended up joining the spade forces to seek entertainment and a challenge. sue and aelf eventually began a relationship, and got married while within the defense force. after the tree of qliploth advent ritual, aelf and sue snuck back over the border to heart to live outside of spade's purview, as queen ciel wasn't a huge fan of those willingly working for the zogratis regieme.