#ikemen villians ocs

[theflyingzinniaumbrella]

Me posting my Ikemen Villains OC? More likely than you think! Asides from that, I’ll introduce the gals!

• The first one with the bright sky teal blue hair is Cecilia, she have the Curse of the Mad Hatter. I’m still working on how her Curse works but all you need to know is that she is a kooky girl who’s quite a troublemaker and a constant rule breaker, Cecilia always been eccentric. Since she got her Curse, it makes her much worse and she speaks in a very weird matter. Cecilia’s age is likely in her early twenties.

She is in a romantic relationship with William Rex, the only gal who can unnerve him.

• The second one with the purple hair is Bernadette, she have the Curse of the March Hare. I think hers is gonna be similar to Cecilia’s. Unlike Cecilia, Bernadette isn’t letting the Curse completely take over. More like she is somehow keeping at bay. Bernadette is a bit more logical and could be more seen as a know-it-all however she have some wits. She is around Cecilia’s age.

Bernadette is not in any romantic relationship with anyone and likely won’t be in one.

• The third one who have the pink hair is Ethel, she have the Curse of Jack from Jack and the Beanstalk. Her Curse allows her to “shrink” and “grow” at any angle like an optical illusion. Ethel is quite a mysterious lady and perhaps some danger to her in terms of personality. She won’t hesitate to do any action at situations that calls for it but sometimes you could get hit or jabbed by her at random or she feels you need one. Ethel’s Curse have her to be a spy for Crown. Ethel is likely around 23 years old.

Ethel is in a romantic friendship relationship with Kate, that is what you need to know. :)

• The last one is my newest girlie, her name is Freya. Her Curse is the four animals from Town Musicians of Bremen which causes her to transform into the four specific animals which is a donkey, a cat, a dog, and a rooster. Freya works in Vogel and is from Germany. Freya is too serious for her own good, she can be awkward about things. She’s a bit weirded out about her super strength. If you can overlook that, she is quite a sweetheart. Freya needs to believe in herself more. Her age is 20.

Freya is in a romantic relationship with Nica Schwartz (which I know his route isn’t out yet but hgh can’t help it shhhh)

Annnnnd that’s all of my Ikemen Villains OCs, I hope I can show them more! I hope!

Enjoy!!

[tako-cafe]

“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.” - Edgar Allan Poe

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[azne09]

I actually freaking hate Alphons and am currently playing Elbert's route but after drawing self inserts designs for me and my friend, the promise for drama and angst won— so have that little self indulgent piece :D

[koco-coko]

A World of Color | Ikevil Fic

Tags; Fluff, Found Family, Painting Nails, Slice of Life

Characters: William Rex + Lacie Monet (OC) (NOT SHIP), all of Crown briefly

Word Count; 2279 (6 pages)

a/n; i love found family dynamics and crown is the most dysfunctional found family in existence

i think they might like this: @natimiles @olivermorningstar @leia-skywalker-organa

thanks @natimiles for the headers/dividers

The garden was always peaceful. A sanctuary of flowers and nature that even the cruelest of men deemed quiet enough to wander around without trampling rosebuds and honeysuckles. Perhaps it was an escape from evil, or perhaps the beauty was its neutrality. Hero and villain alike could admire the lily pads and tadpoles in the point.

Under the shade of the gazebo were two such antagonists. Lord William Rex, an arrogant, self-righteous villain wearing a cape as red as blood, and… A little girl. A short thing wearing a cotton, purple dress and a blindfold over unseeing eyes, with pale blonde hair that cascaded down her back into long, twin braids. The girl’s shoes had long been discarded to a shadowy corner of the gazebo. 

Despite their differences, the pair sat at a tea table as complete equals. In fact, the self-righteous monarch held the little girl’s hand, gently applying a coat of paint to her fingernails. 

Lacie squirmed. “It’s cold,” she whispered. “Are you done yet? What color is it?”

William smiled. “This is only the first layer, dear,” he explained, “It’s called the base coat.”

“And then we add the color?” Lacie said excitedly, her free hand eagerly searching for a platter of cookies. She moved around carefully and slowly so as to not knock over the chilled tea in cups that were nearby. William let her hunt the table. He had learned a long while ago that helping the girl would only cause her to huff and pout about her own competency. “What color is it going to be?”

“I’m not sure,” he grinned amicably, “Is there a color you wish for?”

“Will,” Lacie responded, wryly. “I’m blind.”

“I know,” he stayed with a tranquil smile as he reached for her other hand. “I was simply curious about what you would say. You’ve yet to tell me why you want your nails painted so badly, even though you won’t be able to see them.”

Lacie rolled her eyes. William couldn’t see that due to her blindfold, of course, but the little girl had to add a dramatic flair to every action. With an embarrassed little huff, she murmured: “Because I felt your nails and thought we could match…” William knew not to comment, since Lacie would only go on a tirade about how no, she did not think he was mysterious and cool at all! It was just curiosity! Just that alone! And she certainly didn’t want to spend time with him whatsoever! “What color are your nails?”

“I usually paint mine red,” William hummed. Lacie perked up slightly. Finished with the clear and shiny coat of polish, William put the brush away and inspected his work with keen eyes. Any error would have to be viewed and corrected by him, after all. “Occasionally black. I’ve been told it compliments my eyes.”

“What color are your eyes?” Lacie continued questioning. The brief question of children and their neverending curiosity flashed in Lord Rex’s mind. 

“Red,” he stated simply.

Lacie didn’t appear too thrilled by his response. A small pout came to her cheeks. She wanted to say something, but she figured she’d only get a response along the lines: “you’re the one who asked, aren’t you?” She simply hummed with dissatisfaction.

“Perhaps we should approach the problem differently,” William started once he was satisfied with the precise painting of Lacie’s nails. “I’ve always wondered how you perceive colors. Some say that certain colors can make us feel different emotions, and I’m curious if you experience something similar to that.”

Lacie was quiet for a long moment, her brows knit in deep thought. William said nothing, sipping from his teacup while he awaited her words. While in silence, a hummingbird breezed by the gazebo. Breaking her thought-train, Lacie quickly told the bird she couldn’t play, she had to concentrate! It understood her immediately, bowing its head in apologies and zooming off to a different flower patch. A perk of her curse, she supposed. 

“Color is…” Lacie mumbled before she spoke fully. “Honestly? I’ve never really cared about color much, so I haven’t really thought about what they mean to me.”

William tilted his head. “A few moments ago you were begging to know what color I’d paint your nails.” He already knew the answer, but he knew Lacie loved the sound of her own voice. 

“I’m interested in it now, obviously. And I don’t want you to pull a prank on me and make it something ugly! I know Jude would.”

“Of course, my mistake,” he laughed, “I give you my word that you’ll have the prettiest nails in London.”

Lacie huffed, bringing her chin up. “Second prettiest. I don’t want Elbie trying to rip my fingers out.”

William nodded, taking a bite of one of the strawberries in a bowl nearby. “What a clever girl you are.”

“I know,” Lacie giggled. “What were we– Oh! Color! Yes, hm… I think color is more so an experience than it is a feeling. It also depends on how the word sounds, too. Does that make sense?”

William glanced over the vials of paint and compared each to Lacie’s figure, only to push them aside a moment later and give the girl his full attention. “If you explain it to me, I’m sure it will.”

Oh, Lacie did love talking, didn’t she? Especially when it was about something she knew and the other didn’t. It wasn’t often at Crown she got to be the one who knew things and would be listened to. Unbeknownst to her, a large smile curved onto her face. William’s eyes thinned with pleasure in return. “Give me some colors, then!”

William didn’t waste a moment. “Black and red.”

“Oh, black is very simple,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “I’ve heard people call it scary, but whenever I hear it, I think of something warm and comfortable. Like a fireplace, or a big bed with lots of blankets and clean sheets! Very enveloping, as well.”

William tapped his chin. “I suppose that does make sense. You and Victor are quite close.”

“Does Victor wear a lot of black?” Lacie asked. Unable to keep still, she kicked her feet back and forth while she leaned on the table. One again, she reached for another dessert and devoured it in seconds. 

“Quite,” William said, before continuing to amuse the girl. “Is the evening black as well?”

“No, not at all! Nighttime is very green, actually. But black is very cozy and dark, like the night, so I see the confusion,” she stated. “Oh! You asked about red, right? Well, I think red is very unique. It’s bright, but sort of diluted. Blood is red, right?”

“Correct.”

“Right. So, taking that into account, I believe red is very lively and exciting! Every living thing has blood, I think, so it’s a sign of life. I’d say Liam and Alfons are very, very red.” Lacie’s grin only spread wider as she kept talking.

And Lord Rex, clad in black and red, was more than pleased to know she had such a vibrant view of his wardrobe. “And what about purple? You’re wearing a purple dress right now.”

“Oh, purple is very mysterious, but also cold. Like deep in the ocean,” the child explained with joy, “Fish are purple.”

“All fish?”

“All of them. Except dolphins– those are orange. Also, purple is very smoky. I don’t think smoke itself is purple, but the smell is purple. I don’t like smoke, but I don’t think it smells too bad after the fact.”

“Jude wears a purple coat,” William said. “And he smokes quite often. Does that–”

“Ew!” Lacie shrieked, “I take back everything I just said.”

William let out a hearty laugh. “Alright, I’ve already forgotten.”

“Good. Now, I think…” Lacie hummed a short tune. “You said your nails are red, right?” 

“Indeed I did,” he said, “Your memory is incredibly sharp.”

Lacie blushed, “Thanks.” She coughed to make her red face go down. “I want red nails then!”

“It will be done,” William said. “Do you have any recommendations for how I should paint my nails?”

With that, Lacie gasped. “Oh! Can I paint your nails?” she said, her feet swinging back and forth wildly. William stilled, looking over the bottles of nail polish, then at the girl’s blindfold. “I’ll paint them pink and blue! Remember how I said Liam and Alfons are very red? I think you’re pink. You and Harrison are pink. And Ellis! Very polite and whimsical, but also very weird. Flowers and trees are pink, as well,” she explained, before catching her breath once more. “Or blue! ‘Cuz blue’s a scary color, like brown. I think Roger is very blue. Dark blue; very mature and serious and scary. Roger and also books are blue. Oh! What about both? And black! Black suits you, too, I think.”

“Let me finish your nails first,” William responded, “And then I will trust my hands to you.” William couldn’t help but feel brightened as Lacie ranted on and on about how she perceived the world without her sight. The blind little girl did not live in a dark void; no! Quite the opposite! In fact, she existed in a loud cacophony of sounds, feelings, sensations, that all were painted with bright ideas! Paper was yellow, grass was magenta, the sound of birds chirping was a bright mauve, the creaking of wood was a homely orange, a kiss on the cheek was teal. People weren’t only one color either, he came to learn, by a stained glass painting of thousands of different tastes and sounds that changed whenever sunlight hit them.

Once Lacie’s nails had been dyed that same blood red William favored so, he gave his hand to Lacie and guided her through the same steps. Lacie wore an enormous grin throughout. Sure, she was blind, but she could still feel the soft skin of his hands. She ran her thumb along each of his fingers to find out where his nails were, then brushed over the keratin slowly. She bit her lip as she concentrated, and William didn’t feel the need to correct her.

“Here, this color–” she whispered, dipping it into one of the paint vials. Letting go of William’s hand for a brief moment, she felt around. The textures of each object used to mark colors were specific, so as to let Lacie recognize the corresponding colors. Cookie, teacup, strawberry, a petal. Hm, decisions, decisions…She reached behind the teacup and gently took one of the vials. “This is pink, right?” 

“Indeed,” William said.

Then, Lacie dipped the brush into the paint and took his hand. She ran her thumb over each finger, stopping at his middle. “I painted your thumb and index already…” she mumbled to herself, then quickly felt the fingers beside it. “Four, five– Yes!” While she didn’t pat herself on the back, she did bite her lip to try and hide her ever-growing smile.

The day breezed by easily, and soon enough night had fallen over London. Crown gathered in the dining hall– a sinister meeting of villains, planning dastardly schemes and… 

“What the fuck is on your hands?” Jude spat, stabbing the food on his plate with no remorse. Poor rabbit… “Did a rainbow vomit on ya?”

William hummed, sweet and innocently, looking down at his free hand, then the one that Lacie held onto. “What? I’ve had my nails painted since we met.”

Victor raised his eyes from his food, his eyes twinkling as he saw the state of the self-righteous tyrant. “William! My, what a… unique and colorful form of self-expression!” The rest of the table turned their attention to the pair, all with different levels of surprise. A few eager, some confused, others terrified.

William’s entire hand and wrist had been stroked with thousands of different colors, all overlapping each other, never in a straight line, with only a few spots actual skin managed to break free. Some places had already crusted and flaked off due to the bending and twisting of his fingers and wrist. On his cheek, in baby pink, was a sloppy heart (or maybe a lumpy circle? a peach?). While his hands looked like a used artist’s palette, his nails were, indeed, bright pink. “Lacie and I did each other’s nails over tea this afternoon,” he explained plainly. Lacie beamed at the rest of Crown as she showed off her expertly done red nails, despite her thumb’s polish already being visibly picked at. The little girl wore a similar painted heart on her cheek in dark purple, although her's was leagues more neat than William's.

Liam’s face lit up like a firework. “Wow! Lacie, we should do each other’s nails sometime, too! That’d be fun.”

“Perhaps I’ll join you,” Alfons chimed in, adjusting his gloves briefly. “We can make it a Crown-bonding activity! 

Roger chuckled and shook his head. Elbert shrunk back into his seat. Jude scoffed loudly, “Leave me outta it. I ain’t letting that brat near me with any kind of paint.”

Ellis ignored his boss’s remarks, smiling gently as he sipped from his cup. “You two look happy.”

Lacie shrugged in response to Ellis as she took her seat besides Victor. “You’re all just jealous that I’m such a good nail-painter! William said it himself!” Harrison thinned his eyes but refrained from comment. “Victor, can I do your nails next?”

Victor ruffled Lacie’s hair with enthusiasm. “Of course! I’d be delighted to have our littlest villain do my nails! What color should I wear?”

Lacie hummed and swung her feet back and forth, wearing a knowing smile as she felt William’s gaze on her. “I’ve been told you wear a lot of black, but I think you’d look great in blue.”

[nyxthepixystick]

'Til Death Do Us Part

Jude Jazza x Lillianne (oc) Content Warnings: Mentions of Death, Character Death, stab wounds, blood, weapons, and pregnancy Word Count: 1790 A/N: I hope I do this justice. This is the first fanfic I am posting here, and I actually finished it. I generally hope it makes sense and works. I will eventually be making a post about my oc Lillianne. She is super fun to write. Also giving my thanks to @drachonia for being forced to read this a million times due to me overthinking.

The moonlight shined from the window as Lillianne pressed her hands against the wounds of her lover. It was too much, and she had to try to stop the bleeding. Deep down, she knew that this was the end. Lillianne knew this would be the last time she would be around Jude. He made a contract and did not back down from it. He never breaks promises. 

Lillianne looked up at Ellis who stood there looking at the bleeding Jude and the knife that he held in his hand with the blood still dripping down. She pleaded with him, “Ellis, please, please help Jude. We need Roger here.” 

“Lil’ wolf, no can do,” Jude smirked at her, “I never break any promise. Ya get that?” 

Lillianne shook her head, “But I can’t lose you, yet. We have years left.” 

Jude shook his head as he knew it was coming to an end: his life, and his curse. He couldn’t keep his head up anymore and slammed it back on the door. He had no energy left, and everything was in pain. Jude didn’t know what was left of his energy. 

Lillianne felt his chest start to stop moving, and grabbed his hand, “Jude, please. I love you. Stay with me.” She was not ready to lose him and was not ready. That was the moment she knew. He was gone. Lillianne felt something warm come down her cheeks as she choked back a sob. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his head. How was she supposed to know that today was going to be Jude’s last day? She would have slowed down this morning or wake up on time. 

Lillianne groaned as the cold air hit her naked body. She tried to reach for the covers, but they were nowhere to be found. The morning light blinded her eyes as they opened. 

She opened her eyes again in barely a squint to look over to her boyfriend holding the covers, “Why did you take them? I have not been oversleeping! The clock has yet to ring eight.” 

“‘Cause ya overslept” A grimace appeared on his face as he looked at his pocket watch, “Princess, it rang over an hour ago.” 

Lillianne immediately woke up and cursed, “Fuck! You just decided now to wake me up! I told you that I needed to be by the latest eight! I have so much work to do, and I am so behind as is!�� She freaked out as she started to run around her room to get ready. 

Jude laughed at the scene in front of him, “‘Cause every time, I woke ya up. Ya decided to curse me out! I just gave up, ‘til I realized that ya weren’t gonna wake up.” 

Lillianne walked over after finishing getting ready. She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled, “I’m just grateful at least you decided to wake me up.” 

After snapping out of her daze, Lillianne found herself sitting on the sofa in the parlor in new clean clothes. The other members of the Crown were discussing the loss of the member. Due to the contract that Jude and Ellis made, plus the fact that everyone was destined to die based on their curse, nothing was going to happen to Ellis. Even Lillianne herself could not be mad at him, Jude never broke a promise, even if Lillianne felt like he did. Lillianne just did not know what to do at this point. She knew that in this conversation; she was not paying attention. Even when people started to try to get her attention, she left the room and walked somewhere in the castle. 

The door loomed in front of her as she knocked, but there will never be an answer. Lillianne opened the door and walked in. It was cold and empty now, but the smell was the same: Sandalwood and cigarettes. Her body moved towards the bed and lay down to be engulfed in the scent. He’s not here anymore. Even if he was not a light, he was a light in her life. He helped her when he rescued her in the past. He gave her a job in his “trading company”, and invested in her sewing business. She did provide him with details, and when they joined the crown, Ellis alongside them, everything just clicked into place. Mission after mission, it was a long road. They were all cursed and all did different things. 

What was even the happiest moment of what happened? Why did she not see it? Why was she not there to stop it? Looking at her hands, she can only envision the warm, sticky blood on them. There had to be more that she could have done.

A voice came from inside the room as the door clicked shut. How did she miss it? How did she not hear them coming or not smell them? When did her senses all dull? 

Lillianne sat up staring at the man who entered the room, “Go away.” 

“I am not leaving you alone, Lillianne. You need someone with you. I need to make sure that you are happy as well,” Ellis walked over to the bed. He pushed her legs to the side and sat on the edge of the bed. Ellis knew Jude would be complaining if he saw that Ellis sat on his bed. 

“Why should I care? How can I be happy if I can’t be with him? He died in my arms,” Lillianne shook her head, “I never imagined my life without him. Ellis, I can’t even hate you. I have no one to blame for this.” She leaned her head against his shoulders before starting to cry again. “I hate it here. I hate it. How can he decide that now is the happiest to leave me? What about me?” 

Ellis sighed and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “He was just ready. He was happy with you and still knew that if it was not me. It would have been tortured, and I think he just did not want people to get to you.” 

“Bullshit. I can take care of myself. I am the strongest one here. I can handle anyone who comes my way. Why else do you think I have wolf claws?” She curled her hands and her sharp nails gleamed in the moonlight. 

Ellis shook his head, “I think you just sharpen your nails, but I will not deny your strength. You are the strongest crown member.” 

Lillianne smiled at him and closed her eyes. One day, she will be able to understand Jude’s choices. She opened her eyes again feeling Ellis’s shoulder move, “What is it?” 

“Jude wanted you to have this,” Ellis pulled out a ring box and a folded letter from his pocket. He handed the letter over to Lillianne. 

Jude’s handwriting scrawled out on the front of the letter, addressing it to Lil’ Wolf. 

Lil’ Wolf,  

If ya see this, I must be dead. Dead before I got a chance. I never told ya much, but I do love ya. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with ya. ‘Cause, your entire being means everything to me. I never thought I would make this promise to anyone else, but I guess ya just happened to be the one. I can imagine the shit-eating grin on ya face. I gave this note to Ellis. The box is the promise for us. I told him to give it to ya when the time was right. So keep the ring as a promise. 

‘Til death do us part,

Jude

Lillianne placed the letter on her lap as soon as she finished reading the letter. There was not a shit-eating grin on her face as Jude predicted, but in fact, a softer, sadder smile. Lillianne took the ring box from Ellis’s hand and choked on a sob as she opened it. The ring was simple, but it was gorgeous: a simple silver band and an amethyst stone sitting in the middle. It reminded her of all the times that she stared into his amethyst eyes. She slipped the ring on and made a silent vow to him. 

 A few months after Jude’s death, Lillianne looked at the Crown’s “doctor”, and shook her head, “You are lying. You are fucking with me right now.” 

“Do I look like I am joking, little wolf?” Roger stared back at her, “I am telling you the truth. All your symptoms add up. Being sick, weird cravings, weight gain, mood swings, and I hear two heartbeats. You are pregnant.” 

Lillianne shook her head, “You mean that I have a baby growing inside me. How did it even get there? Who’s his father?” 

“Most likely whoever had sex with you last.” Roger replied bluntly as a soft smile appeared on her face, “You just remembered, didn’t you? Must be a gift from him.”

The realization slammed right into her face like the times that she slammed a door right into Jude’s face when he pissed her off. 

“It is. He’s paying me back after all this time.” A hand rested upon her stomach, and she smiled even bigger, “I just wish he knew that his happiest moment would be later. He would have been able to experience this.” Lillianne started to walk up the stairs from the basement room as she had more to think about. She couldn’t believe that she was pregnant, but it was different since Jude would not be here to help raise their child. Lillianne walked towards Jude’s room. She always went there when she wanted to speak to him, but she never moved a thing. She only moved his covers when she wanted to sleep near him. 

Lillianne walked over to the window, and looked at the forest surrounding them, “Well, my love…” she started as she touched the ring on her left hand; the amethyst glowing in the sunlight. “If you were here, you would be helping me with our family. Can you believe it? I got your last present. One that neither of us expected. I know that I made a vow to you, and I want to make another promise to you. Ones that I will never break. I will always protect our little one: cursed or not. This little one will have the best life that I can provide. Our child will be raised in a good home, even if there are a few oddballs here. Our child will never have to suffer the evils that we’ve had to face throughout our daily lives. Curses or not, I will protect them until the very day that I join you in hell.” 

[drachonia]

𝐭 𝐡 𝐞 𝐰 𝐚 𝐲 𝐢 𝐥 𝐨 𝐯 𝐞 𝐝 𝐲 𝐨 𝐮 .

Alfons Sylvatica x OC insert (Marguerite)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i was inspired by my friend fairylibe's alfons fic, please go check out all of her stuff, she does wonderful work and is an absolute sweetheart. <3

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: modern au, implied reincarnation, mention of dub-con (mind-altering curse used), oc insert, vague mention of workplace harrassment.

Long wheat-brown hair waved behind Marguerite as she walked briskly down the streets of the West End, brushing through her long bangs with slender fingers as she trotted home from practicing late into the evening. Loud, boisterous laughter made her involuntarily jolt, turning down an alleyway as she felt a familiar presence almost envelop her. Her eyes fell on a young man - a man probably a few years apart from herself - clad in a dark jacket, crouched next to an aged man who seemed vacant. She glimpsed a clouded, faintly happy look in the old man's eyes, noting how he almost looked past the younger. The sight was both heartwarming yet also chilled the brunette to the bone, watching as the young man slid a pair of short leather gloves back over his fingertips once he'd slipped the old man's eyes closed. Dark vacant eyes met a bright, almost suspicious pale blue.

A few heavy heartbeats passed before the man spoke, stepping closer, Marguerite stood stock still, fingers grasping her duffel strap tighter.

"Now, what is a pretty bluebird like yourself doing here?" He smiled in an eerily calm manner, almost as if he wasn't trying to appease a stranger after she witnessed the death of a man with him as the only suspect of foul play.

"Walking back from work." A few steps aside, she started to walk out of the alleyway. "Do you work around here, then?" The clunk of his shoes on the pavement behind her was oddly comforting despite the loud nighttime streets Soho was so well-known for. "Does it benefit you to know that, sir?" She continued, noticing how he'd fallen in step with her, arm ghosting behind her as they walked, almost as if to shield her from any passerby as they began to blend into the crowds walking up and down the streets. "Not particularly, I was just wondering if I'd found a comrade in arms." He raised his brows suggestively, lips curving up at the edges, though it wasn't a sickeningly sweet expression…she actually couldn't help but chuckle at it.

"And what kind of friends did you hope we would be?" She slowed her pace for a moment, looking up at him and sneaking a closer look at those smokey dark eyes of his. His teeth sank into his bottom lip before he pursed them in almost mock thought, "You could say I've had a hankering for some company, just like any companionship."

"You talk like you were born last century," she rolled her eyes, mildly concerned at how far he'd followed her already, "You're being awfully persistent if you just want company. My job isn't in this district, I commute through here to get home." She confessed, looking before crossing in front of a few cars, the dark-haired man just behind her, "I didn't assume, but I admit now I'm even more intrigued." He chuckled next to her, "I've got nowhere to be tonight." Marguerite internally groaned, not sure how she could get out of this without lashing out at a total stranger whom she had no idea what he was capable of.

She heard some familiar voices from work and quickened her pace, the steps behind her seeming to notice as she tensed further next to him, even pressing into his arm a bit. Eventually the busy night streets quieted as they led into the neighborhoods, the performer's anxious mind soothed by the quiet duo of footsteps on the pavement. "Was someone bothering you, by chance?" She almost jumped as her new 'friend' addressed her, "By the looks of it, you seemed to want to get away from there." brown waves shook along with her long hair as she shook her head, "It's not that I hate that part of town, I just stumble across some familar faces that…aren't so pleasant. Guilt by association, if you will." She shrugged, blue eyes downcast as a gloved hand brushed her arm gently, helping her regain her sanity as she walked the streets with him. Eventually, the sound of her humming started to fill the silence, quiet at first, but steadily growing as she kept her pace toward home without wavering a single step. Eventually, her feet stopped at the gate in front of her house, glancing over at the man, noticing his expression was a tad more contemplative than just empty.

"I appreciate you walking me home, mister…" "Alfons, Alfons Sylvatica." "Alfons, then. Excuse me." She turned to leave, only for a curious hand to catch her wrist, a mystical smile appearing on his lips, "That's quite the cold behavior, isn't it?" Her brow furrowed in confusion, only for his now-bare fingertips to brush the nape of her neck, shrouding her mind in a fog. "What exactly would make you spurn your boyfriend like that?"

lace headers by saradika.

[lycemagee]

"What do you think? The blood red or the midnight blue dress?", Kate asked Florence brightly, but she looked a bit overwhelmed.

"I like both I think? Both would look gorgeous on you.", Florence said unsure.

"Flo, how does it come, that whenever I am asking you for your opinion, you don't give a clear answer?", Kate asked a little sulky. "I really want to know your thoughts!"

"My thoughts? Hm.... The blue one goes very well with your eyes and makes them shine more in a mysterious light. The Red compliments your skin and you are radiating in it.

But whatever you will take, you are beautiful Kate. And no clothing will change that. Nothing can undermine it. But you can decide what you want to show off, what you want to emphasize and what not. Depending on how you want to appear I would recommend something else.", Florence said with a kind and relaxed smile, she rarely has on her face. She looks so much more mature, but the aloofness was gone. Kate's heart skipped a beat, seeing her genuine smile and her honest words and she turned away pretending to look at another dress.

"I never expected to hear these things from you...", she mumbled embarrassed and Florence laughed at her reaction, poking her side.

"How can I not? You are my favourite, Kate. You are just too adorable.", Florence said amused and to escape the teasing Kate turned around again, stepping away and holding the dresses up high again.

"Red or Blue?", she asked again with resoluteness, changing the subject. Florence stood, arms crossed over her chest, deep in thoughts. Looking at the blue dress, pictures flew in front of her eyes, a distant smile, that gave her goosebumps and a voice on her ear that makes her shudder. Her face tensed up a bit, but she tried to hide it and looked at Kate friendly.

"The red one."

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Imma share my Guillotine skecthes-

The Tower: Eddy Edward-

He protec-

The Opera: Vulcan-

Pyro baby♡

Our lovely mother: Rhodes-

Can and will kill for his babies- very much a yandere-

The Rapunzel: Freya

Absolute LESBIAN queen- because we need some queerness to be LOUDER-

The phantom: Morgan isn't done yet- but they're gonna be soon :3

[dodoor222]

Alyse when she hear that she was going to be killed

Taking reference from Chiikawa

[laciemonet]

Introduction:

Rules

"how does a blind girl run a blog? well, victor is helping me type out some of these posts. but sometimes he won't let me say what i want, so i've resorted to... other mthods...

oh, looks like Malcom (my favorit crow) just pluckd out som of th ks. Hop victor dost min fixig that for m

...

fixed! (with minimal scolding too!)

well, as i was saying, i am Lacie Monet ask me whatever you'd like, or... whatever. i'm not entirely sure how to run these sort of things..."

(hi this is koco this account will mostly stay in character and act as an ask blog too, so send in questions!! i love yapping)

tags;

#lacie answers -> asks sent to lacie

#lacie posts -> posts from lacie

#interactive -> posts anyone can interact with

[princess-pray-a]

Ikemen villian smut/fluff series

One villian ! .One kink

Kate is a microbiology student who is also a fairytale for crown ! shy but extremely romantic at heart Surrounded by handsome men . What does she find craving for while courting with these villians is it kinks sex, cuddles or simply fall in love?

short sweet sexy collection for these villians !Who are you choosing to fall for !? Find out this october

CHAPTER1 BEGGING UNDER THE TABLE( VICTOR X READER ) SMUT

Chapter 2: Lick me off clean ( Alfones X Reader) Smut

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[nightfoxqueen]

Thank you so much Ciele! This is beautiful and I enjoyed the giggles it gave me! ❤ Thank you for featuring my OC and one day I hope I can do the same for you! (Once I get to know Jude better!)

This fic is a gift to one of my dear friends @nightfoxqueen featuring her OC Lottie x Roger. It also includes my OC Isla x Jude, along with Ellis briefly. This story has already been read and approved by her. Lottie (as she is described to me), has a fiery personality, she didn't always get along with Jude, but learned how to care for him like a little brother over time (she adores teasing him), and she also loves the other Crown OCs like little sisters. When Sophie and I where talking about our OCs this scene just popped into my head and I wanted to write it out for her. This was my first Roger fic, maybe more in the future?

WC: 1,197 Tags: Fluff, Friends, Drinking, OC x Roger CW: Death, Blood, Suggestive Remarks Dividers: @/natimiles

The pumping sound of a shotgun gun echoed in an underground basement before it fired at point blank in the target’s face. Roger flung his gun into his back holster, before walking up to the body to search for the formula he and Jude had been after, when he heard a spiteful voice lash out.

“Tch. Ya got that bastard’s blood on me.”

Roger continued to search the body while he ignored Jude, and once he found what he’d been looking for, he held up a piece of folded paper with a big grin.

“Found it. Don’t worry you moody ass prick, I’ll buy you a drink.”

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself, now let’s go.”

Jude closed his pocket watch and took his leave first to meet up with Ellis at the entrance, while Roger chuckled at him from behind, “Come on, Lottie. Let’s get a drink or two in him.”

Wrapping his muscular arm around the neck of his navy-haired lover, Lottie quickly finished writing her notes about the mission, wrapped her arm around Roger’s waist and made her way back outside. Walking a few blocks down the cobble-stoned street they made their way into a bustling and rowdy pub, the cheers of drunks and merry-making the filled the previously stiff air. Lottie, Roger and Ellis sat at the bar chatting and enjoying the scene, while Jude quietly brooded over a glass of whiskey and a cigar. The scent of smoke and spirits was so strong it could burn ones nostrils, and before long Roger was sitting Lottie on the bar in front of him, with his hands sliding down her curves feeling every inch of her.

“Disgustin’. Take that shit to a room.”

Lottie’s clear teal eyes pierced Jude’s temperamental remark as she teased him, “Don’t be a grouch just because Isla isn’t here with us, she was assigned to another mission tonight right?”

Putting her arms over Roger’s shoulder she taunted Jude even though she knew full well where the other Crown girl was at, but she couldn’t resist messing with the resident mobster she thought of as a little brother. Ellis innocently answered her question not realizing she was messing around with him.

“She went to France with her brother Rivera, remember?”

“Ellis!” Jude snapped at his assistant as though he didn’t want to be reminded of that fact, and looking at his pocket watch he gritted his teeth because there was still another day before she was to arrive back in London.

“Wow, so it finally happened. She finally left your ass…..good on her!” Lottie threw her head back in laughter, and Roger buried his face in her lap trying to hide his guffawing even though his shaking shoulders betrayed him.

“Is that why she left with Rivera, Jude? It wasn’t a business trip, after all?” Ellis tilted his head as his large twilight eyes widened in pity at the thought of his boss being abandoned.

“Now, you’ll never be happy.” he sighed with disappointment.

“Hah?! As if she’d ever do that. Drag her ass all the way back here if she did anyway. Idiot.”

Roger finally raised his head from Lottie’s warm lap, and called the bartender over to refill Jude’s glass. “Geez, Jude. No wonder you’ve been so pissy, you haven’t been getting any lately have you?”

“Oh, is that the problem?” Ellis asked with a cheeky grin on his face while he lightly sipped his drink, finally catching on that everyone was just jeering at Jude.

Jude crushed his cigarette in the tray and got ready to take his leave when Roger challenged him to a drinking competition.

“Aw, come on, Jude. Loosen up a little, she isn’t coming back anytime soon.”

“Tch. Stupid.” Jude turned on his heel to leave for the castle when Lottie slid into Roger’s lap and then called out to Jude.

“Woooow, I can’t wait to tell Isla how weak and soft Jude Jazza’s gotten since he’s been with her. She may just die of shock that he was too afraid to take you up on your challenge Roger.”

Amethyst eyes turned to meet sparkling teal ones, and with a loud sigh Jude strolled back over to the bar, knowing full well what Lottie was doing, but his pride was too great not to respond to her barbed words.

“Ahaha, bartender start us off with three beers each!” Roger shouted with excitement as his hand slid around Lottie’s hip, and Jude couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as they continued to flirt and and drink in the clamor of the night. Roger watched Jude drink glass after glass with him and Lottie, and couldn’t help but to love his woman even more. She was fierce, a true spit-fire, someone who would do anything for others, hell she even came to like Jude. He twirled a lock of her dark hair between his fingers as his warm amber eyes stared at her, thinking back to the night they had first met - it was a drinking competition just like this one actually.

She could drink even him under the table, though he wouldn’t let her because he’d be too worried that she’d damage her beautiful body. As Jude and Lottie continued their banter, Ellis listened to them with rapt attention, and it was nights like this the Roger felt a bit more complete. Still, Jude no doubt felt the opposite. Poor bastard, hurry back Isla, he misses you.

After a couple of hours drinking into the early morning, the quad of Crown members left the pub and made their way back to the castle. Roger and Lottie sang songs loudly in the alley way and jested together. It was beginning to weigh on Jude’s nerves as he was checking his pocket watch yet again, when all of a sudden his entire body staggered forward. He became heavy as a pair of sleek black boots wrapped around his waist, and arms choked his neck. Dropping his cigarette on the ground, he quickly grabbed her thighs to support her as he yelled at his attacker.

“Oiiii!”

Isla greeted him with a big kiss on the side of his cheek and smiled at him. Completely startled by her sneak attack, he turned his head and met with her frosty sage eyes, “The hell are ya-”

“I’m back my, love.”

The scent of rose water wafted over and calmed him. Pinching her thighs he turned his head toward hers and kissed her lips softly, “Took ya long enough, princess.”

She was about to hop down, but he wouldn’t let her go, and he quickly walked towards the castle’s carriage with her in tow, as Lottie called out to them in the background, “Whoooo, tear her up, Jude Jazza!”

As they disappeared into the night ahead of them, Ellis went his own way, leaving Roger alone with Lottie. Backing her against the wall, his large hands fondled with her corset top and his hot breath tickled her cheek as he whispered, “ And I may just tear you up here.”

[sonicsquid3000]

MCs talking with OC MCs

Ikemen Villians:

Belle (Thompson): Oh my god you are so pretty!

Kate: Aw, thank you. So are you.

Belle: Oh no I'm not really. At least compared to you.

Kate: Oh nonsense! I don't think I'm as pretty as you.

Belle: Nonsense! I'm nowhere near as pretty as you-(This keeps going for a while)

Court of Darkness:

MC: Hi-

Belle (Izadore): Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Don't even breath the same air as me. I despise your very existence and your cowardliness.

MC: O-okay. I-I'm sorry. I don't know what I did wrong. Though, I suppose you're right. I'm kind of pathe-

Belle: oh my god THIS IS WHAT I MEAN! You always second guess yourself, you never stand up for yourself and don't have a single brain cell to use! A guy is literally sexually harassing you and an event and all you can think is "Oh I don't want to be rude to him. Besides, it would ruin the party" Are you kidding me! Stand up for yourself. BE A BITCH!

MC:

Belle:

MC: But that would be mean-

Belle: AAAAAAAAA!!!

[love-and-chaos24]

Otome Ocs: Corrupt

in order of most fucked up to least fucked up

Belle Izadore From Court of Darkness: Empress AU

Raven (Belle Thompson) from Ikemen Villains: Broken Wings au

Belle Thompson from Ikemen Villians: End of Williams route

Belle Thompson from Ikemen Villians: Mad Hatters Curse AU

Belle Izadore from Court of Darkness: Guy's Path "Queen Avari"

[koco-coko]

Ikevil OC: Lacie Monet

ily @natimiles thanks for the template :)

lacie was made with vroid studio :)

Personal:

Pronouns: she/her | Birthday: November 6th | Zodiac: Scorpio

Likes: Victor | Birds | Pulling pranks (on Jude) | Playing dress up | Tea parties | Braiding hair | Candles Dislikes: Loud noises | Thunderstorms | Cats | Poultry | Coffee } Jude

Skills: Echolocation, pulling pranks

Relationships

Most Trusted Figures:

William Rex, Victor

Best Friends (in order from favorite -> least favorite):

Liam, Ellis, Harrison, Alfons, Elbert, Jude, Roger

Backstory:

Born to an upper-middle class family in the French countryside, Lacie has had a rare eye condition that causes her to be hyper sensitive to light, rendering her blind. Although raised for a short time by her parents, after finding trouble with her disability, her parents sent her to her aunt and uncle in London in hopes of a better education and quality of life.

Under her aunt and uncle, Lacie was locked away from world in disgust and misunderstanding of her disability. It was then she discovered she was cursed, as all Lacie could do to pass the time was open the window and talk to the crows and ravens that roamed the estate. Turns out, most little girls cannot communicate with birds as well as she does.

After a botched mission by Crown done in hopes to unveil her aunt's connections to the Golden Butterfly, Lacie was taken in by Crown and has lived at the Castle ever since. While here, she and the rest of Crown hope to uncover the secret to reversing Lacie's curse before it's too late; for on Lacie's eighteenth birthday, she lock herself away and be isolated and alone until a prince (or princess) comes to her rescue. There's only eight years left...

[nyxthepixystick]

I'm thinking about my one jude oc (Lillianne) and I do have to post a character sheet for her. But i would like to say with her love of embroidery and sewing. She definetely stole one of jude's jackets that got ruined in a mission and embroidered flowers and other stuff all over it. jude was not happy but it's secretly his favorite except he doesn't wear it and keeps it hung up and protected.