#glomas

[soup-du-silence]

I wasnt around for glomas last year! Delighted to see my best (horrible) boys be horrible together. I think they should have been more horrible, tbh.

[citrus-c0la]

doodle page from my recent tiktok bcs i havent drawn the babygirl in a while

[lottieboops]

Nyomnyom 🥐

Ive been kinda obsessed with croissants lately because of this ^q^

[tartppola]

The conversation at Topsy-Turvy Square, gone differently

dialogue written by the talented @zgvlt

[mellosdrawings]

GUUUUUUUYS!!

LOOK. AT. THAT!!!

@marigoldendragon painted my GloMas AshenViper! It's so pretty I love it so much thank you Mari!!

[cheekinpermission]

In Epel and Deuce's defense, why would Azul phrase it like that?

Glorious Masquerade - Book 2 Ch. 1

[kamapon]

I put my copics to use yesterday

[vanilla-poisons]

“YOU SHALL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE!!!”

(I’m sorry this scene just heavily amused me I had to doodle it)

[revivemyreverie]

"Worried about me tripping over my dress? No worries, ballerinas like me were trained to carry things far heavier, see?

"The flying banners, the glowing lights... C'mon, we have to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime scene!"

Glorious Masquerade cards speedrun. Please do enjoy!!!

[ravenpunkofficial]

i have finished my Masquerade Malleus piece😩👌

[twisted-beez]

Imagine, if you will:

Yuu/MC and Grim were a last-minute addition to the group, so Rollo didn't know to prepare attire for them for the ball, right?

Imagine, as Mozus Trein tirelessly works on assisting with the clean-up of the prior night's incident, something tugs at his heart. Fleur City is special to him. He met his precious wife here and brought his daughters to topsy-turvy fest countless times, dressed up like royalty to freely enjoy the festivities. He recalls the joy in their eyes as they danced in gorgeously embroidered fabrics like the ones his students currently adorned.

Well... all of his students except for Yuu/MC.

The dead roots and rubble from the chaos have finally been cleared out. His back aches and he hasn't slept since the morning he and his students arrived. Daylight has just broken. Shops in the town will be opening for business if their owners were fortunate enough to not be overrun by firelotuses.

Mozus Trein, instead of heading to his own room for some much needed rest, knocks on Yuu/MC's door.

"It won't do to have a student representing NRC left out of the festivities," he says. "Come along. We are going to find you a fine dress/suit for the ball."

He may be no fairy godmother, but he is a good teacher.

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Note: I know that Grim got his little costume right off the bat in the event but I really love the idea of an absolutely exhausted Trein after everything being like "Fatherly instincts kicking in... must send child to the ball!!!" It's too perfect of a setup okay??? But I know it's more likely that they went shopping as soon as they went off for the field work in town. I just want my Yuu Is Cinderella Moment.

[yuri-is-online]

This has been kicking round in my brain since last year. I find it very interesting he tells Yuu he hopes they will relax while they're in his city when he tells the others:

It might read as him excluding Yuu from the event and in a way he is? Because he doesn't hate them so therefore they aren't actually an intended victim guest of the social.

If he had more time I could see him actually trying to prevent Yuu from attending so they don't get hurt, might kick that idea around in a fic 🤔

[it-happened-one-fic]

Even If The World Itself Should Fall Down - Malleus (Glorious Masquerade)

Author Notes: So, I've been having a lot of fun reading Glorious Masquerade and I saw an opening and received encouragement from friends to just go ahead and write some fics for this event. So this one is Malleus's and it was written to the “As the World Falls Down” cover by Grace Potter. The dance in this fic was inspired by Andrei and Natasha’s waltz scene from Episode 3 of BBC’s “War and Peace” (2016). As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ sfw/ Glorious Masquerade/ romance/ some pining/ fluff/ dancing

Word Count: 1338

It was the part of the trip everyone had been waiting for, but I found myself still lost in my own thoughts about everything that had occurred since coming to Fleur City. 

A plot regarding the supposed evils of magic, the flames, the flowers, the ringing of the bell, and everything else.

 It was almost too much to process, even considering the fact I’d seen overblots. Perhaps the most distracting thing was the fact that I was so relieved. No one had died, lost their magic, or ended up horribly injured, and the matter had been resolved. 

I leaned against the wall, sighing slightly as people swirled past me in the midst of the masquerade. Either classmates and friends or the people who attended this school or one of the other magic academies themselves. 

It was a swirling eddy of rich fabrics and masked faces.

I had never truly pictured myself in such an opulent scene, and it felt only right, in a great many respects, that I remained on the sidelines. Grim had long since slunk off in search of food and left me alone to watch everyone else.

But I didn’t remain alone for long, as a tall figure soon came cutting their way through the crowd.

Malleus approached with unhesitating steps, my view of him occasionally blocked by a couple twirling by even as he walked towards me. A slight smile was on his face as he drew closer until he emerged from the dancers to stand in front of me.

His hand that had been holding his mask this whole time lowered so that I could clearly see his face as he bent slightly at the waist and held out his other gloved hand with a smile that curved easily across his face, “May I?” 

I blinked at him, half-surprised, before a smile slid onto my face. Because, of course, he wouldn’t leave me stranded all on my own. He knew loneliness well and had no doubt felt sympathy for me the very moment he’d seen me standing on my own.

“I don’t really know the steps,” I warned teasingly, even as I slipped my hand into his. His gloved fingers curled carefully over my hand as he pulled me away from the wall and towards him.

“Then I shall guide you; you need only trust me, Child of Man,” And as he spoke there was a certain villainy to his smile. Almost like he was proud that I’d accepted his offer, as if I’d rejected others. 

It was amusingly similar to a dragon that had found itself a new treasure to hoard all to itself, and I shook my head amusedly but let him lead me out onto the floor. Carefully guiding me around and between other dancing duos who slowly began to look our way with either surprised or intrigued expressions. 

Despite the way I glanced around, Malleus’s eyes stayed on me until we reached the center of the floor, directly under the chandler.

I turned to face him, my hand still in his as I looked at his face. And he had, at long last, looked away from me to carefully enter our dancer’s hold. 

One of his hands on my waist as the other arm was bent around so that it was pressed firmly against his own back, while I had one hand resting lightly on his shoulder and the other held out to hold my clothes out of the way of our footsteps.

Bright green eyes slowly shifted to look at me, and I was close enough to even see his eyelashes fluttering slightly as he met my gaze. The slightest of smiles on his face before he stepped forward, and I stepped back to the very first strings of this new song.  

It was an older style of dance; I could tell that much from the fact he had one arm pressed to his back, which wasn’t part of any modern style, and a part of me wondered if it was a form from the Valley of Thorns. 

From what Sebek had told me, the people there were partial to what many might refer to as more vintage aspects of life.

But I wasn’t complaining; there was something especially lovely about this type of waltz. And I found myself smiling as Malleus pivoted us around the room.

We spiraled around, remaining in the center of the room as the other dancers moved back and away from us. Eyeing us and no doubt questioning why exactly I, of all people, was dancing with the famed and typically feared Malleus Draconia.

After all, I was no one special, and he was the heir to the throne of the Valley of Thorns. An odd couple, to say the least.

As we entered a particularly long set of rotations, Malleus extended the arm he’d had behind his back. Humming slightly as I almost instinctively shifted my hand from his shoulder to his now-free hand.

His fingers curled over and enveloped my hand, as he also shifted to the side so that we were joined only by our arms, which crossed over each other’s chests, as we faced each other and we continued to spin. Almost parallel to one another.

I exhaled softly, relaxing the longer the two of us danced, and I realized that I really could trust him to lead me through this entire dance even though I didn’t know the steps.

As the music slowed and quieted, he drew me closer so that he was once more directly in front of me, though his hand still gripped mine with a quiet gentleness.

I swallowed slightly, briefly glancing away from him and the soft smile on his face, before I managed to speak. 

“I never have really thanked you for diving after me when the floor collapsed,” My voice was soft, and his lips twitched slightly. Almost like he was amused by my words.

“But of course,” He spoke softly as well. Matching my tone in a way that made our words feel like a secret between only the two of us.

Our motions continued to slow until we were simply turning a slow circle and looking at each other even as everyone else kept spiraling, and I shook my head slightly, “No, thank you… Really.”

Something in his gaze softened slightly as he continued to stare at me, and I tilted my head, smiling, “It’s nice that this masquerade could still take place with everything that happened…. The firelotuses and our trip almost getting ruined, I mean.”

I felt his grip on my hand tighten slightly as he inclined his head slightly, almost like he wanted to well and truly keep his next words so that they were just between the two of us. A tender secret not to be shared with anyone else. Be they a close friend or a bodyguard.

“It matters not what collapses. Be it the floor beneath us or even if the world itself should fall down, I will be there for you, Child of man.” I blinked up at him, feeling my eyes widen at his soft words.

At odds with my speechlessness, he smiled. Looking perfectly delighted as he slowly began to speed our motions back up, until we were whirling around the room once more. Center stage as his smile stayed ever-present. It wasn’t long until, even with his words still floating around in my mind, we both started to laugh.

At first, just a chuckle and then soft laughter as we waltzed around, drawing everyone’s gazes as they questioned what sort of secret we shared that so amused us. But it wasn’t truly laughter at something amusing. Rather, it was relieved laughter at the realization that even if everything else in the world fell away, we had one another.

Falling together just as we’d fallen together through the burning flowers, and falling towards each other as each step of our dance pulled us closer towards that beautiful dream known as love.

[miyuki-fenn]

CLOVIS W/ NO BRIM !!! Ponytail edition

[mellosdrawings]

*sigh* ......... why?

At least I had a sweet little bonus on the second ten pull

[cheekinpermission]

When you're used to everyone at school picking on you:

Thanks Rollo. Cringe.

Glorious Masquerade - Book 3 Ch. 5