#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

[nyxthepixystick]

The Worst Person to Get Gifts for

Jude Jazza x Lillianne (oc)

Content Warnings: Fluff, swearing

Word Count: 992

A/N: I did it! Posted a fic for a holiday on time. Happy Holidays to everyone! I hope you enjoy this fluff centric fic with Jude. Sorry for the bad title, couldn't think of anything else. Also thanks to @wistfulwanderingone for beta reading it.

Grey clouds gloomed over the busy streets of London. Only a few days before Christmas, and Lillianne closed up her shop early to look for the perfect present for her partner. He was the only one who she struggled to get a present for, even though they have known each other for so long. Placing her shop key into her pocket, Lillianne crossed the street to start her hunt. She better find the perfect gift. All of her lovely Crown members had a present wrapped in her room, except Jude. Jude was nearly impossible to get anything for. For the first year, she tried to get him a new pocket watch, and he did not care. She even just slid money at him once, and he didn't care. He was impossible. She felt like she could never make him happy when it came to gifts. 

Lillianne entered a small jewelry store, hoping she could find him something. Why was her favorite person in the world also the hardest person to give gifts to? She did not want to give him another birthday disaster. She did attempt to bake that cake, but it ended up being burnt and inedible. For the past decade, it had been impossible to give him two good gifts. At this point, she’d just accept debt letters from him to repay somehow. 

She smiled at the shop attendant that greeted her as she peered within the glass. The cufflinks were gorgeous, but nothing would suit Jude. Nothing in this store seemed to fit him. She started to look at the chains and decided to get something simple. It was just a small gold chain, but she was sure he might like it. 

Lillianne paid the attendant and took the small box with the chain. She left the store and started to walk the cold streets again. She shivered as she started to walk towards Crown Castle and wrapped her crimson cloak around herself tighter. 

Even though she was in a hurry to get home as fast as possible due to the cold, she couldn't help but stop at the bridge and glance at the river below. It was frozen and had a slight sheen glistened over the ice. As she stared at her reflection in the frozen river, she began twiddling with the box that she held. She just hoped that Jude would even like this gift. 

The smell of cigarettes hit her nose before she even realized that a hand snatched the box in her hand. “So whatcha got, lil wolf?” His voice made her turn around and try to reach for the box that he decided to hold above her head. 

“Give that back, Jude!” she complained as she tried to reach for it. “That box is none of your concern.” 

“Oh really? Then ya don't mind me openin’ it,” he started to open the box as Lillianne tried to lunge. 

Lillianne lunged to get the box, “I do mind!” 

Jude stepped back as Lillianne only managed to pull the second half of the box away from him as the chain went crashing to the ground.

Jude leaned down and picked up the chain before Lillianne even had a chance to get it, “So what's this for?” 

Lillianne blushed as she realized he had seen his own gift. “It's just a gold chain. You know for things…” 

“Things? What idiot needs a gold chain for things?” 

“Christmas gifts…” she mumbled definitely embarrassed at this point. Why did he have to be so judgy? 

“And who needs this?” 

Her face was as dark as her cloak as she looked up. “It's your stupid gift! You're impossible to shop for! I ruined your birthday with such an inedible cake and for these past years, you've been impossible to shop for!” 

Jude chuckled a bit as he looked at the chain, “Lil’ Wolf, ya really think I care for Christmas gifts or gifts in general?” 

Lillianne scrunched her eyebrows together, “Well, yeah. Doesn't everyone need gifts? I mean it's Christmas the season of giving. You're also you. You get mad at me when I drool on the sheets and make me pay it back!” 

Jude sighed and flicked Lillianne's forehead, “Princess, for ten years, ya been givin’ me a headache. I don't need no stupid gift.” 

“But-” Lillianne tried to start as she was rubbing her head from the impact of him 

“No buts. I don't give a shit about them. Most times, they're meaningless items.” Jude wrapped his hand around his partner's waist, “People give things and don't mean it. An empty promise.” 

Lillianne looked up at him and nodded. “I do it to thank you for saving me all those years back and keeping me company.” 

“Meh, he just happen’d to break a promise. I did nothin' more than that.” Jude grimaced at the thought of it all before using his other hand to push back some of Lillianne’s hair, “I just got a girlfriend who ended up being extremely clingy and overthinks. I don't care for gifts. Just havin’ ya is enough.”

“I promised to never leave your side, and I didn't,” Lillianne wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned up to give him a kiss. As she gave him the kiss, it was like a romance book opened. Snow started to fall from the air. 

Jude pulled back from the kiss, “C'mon. Gotta get ya inside ‘Fore ya complain bout the cold.” He started to walk back to the Castle as he left her standing there. “O, ‘fore i forget,” he stopped as she caught up to him confused. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear that made 

Lillianne blush. He laughed as he started to walk as she stood there dumbfounded at his words. Before long, she was yelling at him to get back and talk to him again about what he said. She was going to have a long few nights. 

[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.”

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Ok, so, Ellis x Morgan x Jude polycule for Judes birthday.

- Ellis normally gets Jude a cupcake and distracts Victor for the whole day so that Jude doesn't have to be around people. Jude honestly really appreciates the gift from Ellis. He won't say that tho.

- adding Morgan into the picture, the first birthday they all celebrate together. Jude is curious as to what is going to happen but doesn't expect much.

- the night before Morgan and Ellis bake Judes' favorite cake

- the morning of Jude wakes up to see that Ellis has breakfast made for Jude, while Morgan is still dead asleep and cuddled close. These two are bad for his fucking health being so sweet.

- Jude has breakfast and shares it with Ellis and Morgan since Ellis went overboard (probably on purpose)

- Morgan quickly left and came back with a gift. They painted some beautiful twilight scenery for him. Earning a chuckle and headpat from Jude "fuckin' idiot, makeing something this valuable just for me..."

- its going up in his office.

- Ellis still distracts Victor but does switch out with Morgan so that they both can spend some time with Jude

- overall, best birthday for Jude. He loves his two fucking idiots too much

[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.

[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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[stars-oc-pile]

Truth! @ all of the guillotine except Rhodes: how do you feel about Rhodes? c:

Vulcan: he is my dad! So I love him as one!

Edward: yeah, weird old man

Freya: he actually cares about us

Morgan: Yeah, man actually likes us

[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.”

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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"

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Birthday Fails

Jude Jazza x Lillianne (oc)

Content Warnings: Fluff, A god-awful inedible cake, mentions of throwing up, idk pure chaos

Word Count: 890

A/N: Jude's birthday fic that is 11 days late. Better late than never...I hope you enjoy the chaos that I have created. Also, I have a Christmas fic I gotta post that I also hope will be done well. Also thanks to @wistfulwanderingone for beta reading it.

Lillianne looked at Ellis in the kitchen, then she looked at the mess of cake in front of her. 

“Can you decorate it to make it look better?” Ellis questioned as he tried to make sense of a cake that was half inflated and the other half barely risen. It also was burnt on top. Luckily the insides wouldn’t be seen because no one would eat it after that. 

Lillianne rarely baked. She was a savory meats type of person, so when she attempted to make a cake, she didn't even look at the recipe and, instead, winged it. “I mean. We can try?” She hadn’t even considered decorating it. 

“Did you make the frosting for it?” 

Lillianne shook her head. “I mean, can't we just throw some fruit on it and call it a day?” 

Ellis gave her head a pat. “No, you have to actually attempt to hide it. I know you want to make Jude happy.” 

Lillianne groaned as she picked up the package of powdered sugar and started to add it into a bowl, “Alright, alright. Hopefully, this will work.” 

“That's too much.” Ellis grabbed the bag before she let the entire thing go into the bowl. “Do you want me to take over?” 

“No. I can happily do this myself.” She was determined. She knew there was powdered sugar in frosting. What else could there be? “Can you pass me the eggs?” She heard of the basics of royal icing before. She cracked the eggs into the bowl and started to mix it. 

“It’s egg wh-” 

“I know what I'm doing, Ellis.” She mixed the eggs and powdered sugar together. She had this. Lillianne wanted to add a little color so she grabbed random berries from the basket in front of her. “I am an esteemed baker, and the cake just decided not to work, that's all.”  

Ellis nodded at Lillianne with all her stubbornness. He wondered how there weren’t more fights between her and Jude. They were two of the most stubborn people he knew. “Why are you just smashing a bunch of different berries?” 

“For color.” Lillianne smashed the berries before throwing them into the bowl.

Ellis, once again, sighed at his friend. Why was she like this? “You're going to mess up the consistency even more.”

Lillianne just kept mixing the frosting. “It's fine. It's still frosting and it's still edible.” She smiled before pouring it onto the cake. She took a spatula and spread it over the top and sides of the cake. It had an interesting look to it, but it was a perfect cake. “Jude is going to love this cake.” 

Jude did not love the cake. “The fuck is this shit?” He stared down at the piece his lover had cut for him. The cake on the inside was not good. It looked gummy. It looked inedible. 

“Your birthday cake!” Lillianne exclaimed in pure excitement at her boyfriend. “I made it with love and care for you!” She looked down at her piece. Sure, it wasn't the prettiest, but she did work hard on it. 

Jude poked his piece with his fork, And the cake jiggled. A birthday cake shouldn't be moving like this. “Ya sure? It looks like someone is trying to poison me.” 

“I am sure! I worked really hard on it,” she huffed. “I'll even take a bite for you!” She took A small piece with her fork and placed it in her mouth. As it hit her tongue, she almost audibly gagged and wanted to throw up. She forced herself to swallow It without making a weird face. “See, told you!” 

Jude rolled his eyes as he knew her stomach wasn't going to be able to handle that bite. In no time, she ran towards the trash can. “Yea, doesn't seem to be edible.” 

“It is! It just-” She stopped herself as she tried to make up some excuse. There was no excuse for this monstrosity. “You try baking! It's extremely difficult,” she pouted. She truly tried for his birthday. 

Jude chuckled at her, “Ya ever heard of a recipe?” 

“Well, of course! But I know the basics of making a cake, so it couldn't have been that hard,” Lillianne defended herself. It's not like cooking where you don't need to be accurate with measurements and be on point, but how was she supposed to know that? She picked up the pieces of the cake to just toss them out. “Maybe I should have just asked Victor to make it. I mean at least he knows how to bake.” 

Jude shrugged. “Next year, yer not allowed off to attempt to decorate and make a mini birthday celebration for me. It's redundant.” 

“Well, if you make a cake, then you'll see how hard it is!” 

“Why don't we make a wager? Yer birthday is coming up in a few weeks. I make a cake, easily, and show you how easy it is to make. If I fail, I owe you something. If I win, you owe me something. Deal?” 

“Oh, it's a deal, but Ellis isn't allowed to help.”  Lillianne was going to watch him as he made his cake, and of course, try to distract him during. She was going to win a bet for once. She, in fact, did not win the bet. 

[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...