#lilia Vanrouge

[turkeymeal]

merry christmas 🦇🎸

[isy-easy]

Take some problematic teens for the 5th anniversary

I can't feel my arm after drawing 24 idiots

[donoteatwingsoutapussy]

Hes looking at the future version of himself

[phxntmhv]

[norunoru03]

[un-fwuit-un-fwog]

Moon kissed lilies just aren't the same without morning dew.

TW: Angst no Comfort, fem pronouns used but you can read them as male

Lilia x Reader (who died while he was off at war)

The day he met her, he remembered her shining like a flower coated in morning dew. She was still dazzling, but now her beauty was more comparable to a lily reflecting the light of the moon.

Skin pale and lips dusted pink: she laid on a bed of petals torn from their stems. Like those petals, her vitality had been stripped from her and she was left with nothing but her fleeting beauty that would soon be tainted by Death's impatient hand. Nothing decays beautifully.

The scattering of the decapitated heads of all of her favorite flowers made a beautiful mosaic upon the cool grass. However, unlike the petals, when her body was laid next to the others who met the same fate as her, it was no longer quite as beautiful a sight. Crimson blood glittered in the moonlight, beautifully melancholic. Dolefully real.

The war was over now, but so too was his life.

You were his everything.

How could Lilia bare to continue on living: knowing he failed to protect you. He may have not been the one to take a blade to your heart, but your blood was on his hands none the less.

History books recounted you as being a beautiful tragedy. As far as Lilia was concerned, your fate was never beautiful. It was only ever a tragedy.

Even centuries later, he is still ripped from slumber by visions of your lifeless face. Your glazed over eyes kept him awake.

His cries of despair kept his son awake.

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[mel1rose]

You know, this became strangely motivating for me tonight. I don't even know if I have this card, so I don't remember if I read this or not. But in any case, thank you for the great reminder that failure is not the end. ❤️

Genuinely glad that Lilia raised his boys with the same mentality

You would've expected Malleus, being someone as powerful as he was, would be a perfectionist. But he's not. He even encourages the player to fail as often as they need to in his lesson voice lines. Failure is never a setback for him, but a small step forward from accepting where you made a mistake and what you can do better next time.

Although him actually achieving the highest accolades and not feeling satisfaction from it, because it's the bare minimum expectation from him, is a different beast altogether...

[22ayla21]

Glimmers of a Past Battle

She sees him like this for the first time. Not cheerful, mischievous, and ready for a prank, but a tired and blood-stained warrior.

The thin dawn light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in pale blue tones. Lilia entered, quietly closing the door behind him. He was tired, but not too tired to notice her freeze upon seeing him.

Her face paled, her eyes widened in horror.

Lilia paused for a moment, taken aback, before understanding the reason for her reaction. His armor, once gleaming, was now covered in blood. Dried blood darkened into stains on the metal, fresh blood still dripped, leaving crimson trails on the floor.

She couldn't look away.

Her breathing quickened, her fingers involuntarily clenched into fists. She had never seen him like this. Before, he had been like a light spring breeze to her—bright, playful, sometimes cunning, but always cheerful. And now, before her stood a man whose appearance spoke of him having just returned from the battlefield.

The air in the room seemed to thicken.

"Lilia..."

She didn't even realize she had breathed his name. Her voice trembled.

Lilia removed his gloves, then began unfastening his armor, slowly taking it off. He didn't look her in the eyes, but he felt her gaze, full of fear and incomprehension.

He was used to war and battles. She was not.

When he took a step closer, she involuntarily retreated. Just slightly, but enough for Lilia to stop. For a few moments, they simply looked at each other.

She saw before her not only her beloved, but also the general he once was. Her Lilia, always warm and caring, now resembled a silent shadow, bearing the imprint of war.

"Is that... blood?" her voice barely trembled. Lilia nodded slowly.

"Not mine."

She shuddered.

The world she lived in was far from the cruelty of war. She knew who he was, knew about his past. But knowing is one thing, and seeing is quite another.

He wanted to come closer, but stopped. He didn't want her to see him like this. For several long moments, they stood in silence. Then she stepped forward. Hesitantly, but firmly.

She raised her hand, barely touching his face, avoiding the blood stains. In her eyes, there was still fear, but something else mixed in. Understanding. She understood that this Lilia was also a part of him.

Lilia slowly exhaled.

"I need to wash," he said softly. She nodded, not looking away.

He knew that this moment would not be forgotten. But he also knew that she would handle it. She would accept him as he was. Even if her hands trembled and her heart clenched with anxiety.

He was no longer a general. But he was still a warrior. And she had to understand that.

[solxamber]

valentines event lesgo

Lilia, Romantic, Love wins all by IU

"Go to the end with me, my lover" || Lilia Vanrouge

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Love wins all by IU

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 470

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Bittersweet, Acceptance

Lilia Vanrouge has lived through wars, through centuries of grief, through the endless march of time that strips away all that is dear. He has stood on battlefields littered with the bodies of friends, watched the sun rise over lands that no longer exist, and heard the echoes of names that history has long since forgotten. He has always known that nothing lasts forever.

And yet, as he looks at you now, sitting beside him beneath the vast night sky, he feels an ache that no battle wound has ever left him with.

Because you will leave him too, one day.

Not by choice, not by abandonment, not by cruelty—but by time itself.

You are warm, so painfully warm, your laughter filling the night air, your hands tracing idle patterns into the sleeve of his coat. You speak of dreams, of tomorrows, of foolish, beautiful things—things he has long since learned not to believe in. And yet, when you speak, he wants to believe.

"Lilia," you murmur, tilting your head to look at him. Your voice is soft, hesitant, as if you already know the answer to the question you’re about to ask. "If I asked you to stay, would you?"

He should say no.

He has seen what happens when love turns to dust in his hands. He has lived through centuries of loss, through moments that seemed eternal only to be stolen away in the blink of an eye. He knows the pain of watching someone fade, of being left behind, of standing alone in a world that moves forward without them.

And yet—

He cannot lie to you.

"For as long as I can," he says, voice quieter than the rustling of the leaves. He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles like a vow, like something sacred.

You smile at him—soft, knowing, like you understand all the things he cannot bring himself to say. You do not promise forever, do not ask him to break the rules of fate, do not beg him to change what cannot be changed. Instead, you lean your head against his shoulder, and he closes his eyes, allowing himself this one moment of peace.

For as long as this lasts, he will love you.

And when the time comes—when the world pulls you from his grasp, when you slip away like so many before you—he will not fight it.

Because love is not a battlefield. Love is not something he must fight and claw and rage against the heavens for. Love is the quiet acceptance of what is, the willingness to cherish what little time he is given.

So he will love you while you are here.

And when you are gone, he will carry the memory of you through every century that follows.

Because love wins all.

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[hanafubukki]

Something we don’t really talk about enough, and I’ll probably write about more later, is Malleus’ kindness and how, even though at times it’s taken wrongly by others, it persists despite his past and what he went through. He is still kind in his own way and he tries to be.

Can you imagine being a little one and being “cursed” from such a young age? Can you imagine? Watching others receive the love and care you always wanted, and despite it all?? You still try to be kind?

Imagine having to hold your emotions in, practically numbing yourself from everything? Because to feel any emotions would harm others? Do you realize the strength it would take to do that? And still be kind?

To still have the…openness to try and get along with humans even when they tend to see you in an unfavorable light? To hope that someone treats you normally?

By all means, if you think of some of the experiences that he went through since he was a child, someone weaker would not be able to handle what he has.

He’s cursed with powers that he can’t handle by the senate who only want to use him and show their importance. The senate who probably have cursed generations of draconias most likely.

Malleus who had to be careful with the way he laughed or talked in fear of hurting someone accidentally.

He was able to see Lilia who came to visit him and at times sneak in to see him. The one person he can be himself with and even then he accidentally hurt him.

The Malleus, who people said was boring and arrogant, but we know now why he was don’t we? Because he had to be to control his powers.

But also Malleus, who snuck away to see Lilia, who took care of silver because it would make Lilia happy. But also, someone who grows to care for that little babe.

But can we also add on this? Malleus, who was “blessed” with these curses having to see Silver, who was “blessed” out of love. (The silver hair not the sleeping curse) and despite it all, he didn’t resent silver, he loved him. (He still loved him despite knowing the truth about who killed his mother)

Can you imagine the strength it takes to be this kind?? To continue to be this kind? And not let it foster to hate and anger?

In a way, Malleus reminds me of Lilia. His parallels with Lilia is never ending. Lilia, for everything he went through, had all the reason to grow to hate humanity but he changed through his journey.

Malleus, in a way, is also like this. He has all the reason to hate and have anger, but he doesn’t. He shows kindness repeatedly. Sometimes that kindness isn’t translated well, but despite it all, he is kind. He’s not someone who grew to hate and have anger in him. When he had all the more reason too than anyone else.

[spinachm]

I’m… going to go cry now

Just wasn’t enough I guess 🔥

As if we need more angst after Book 7, but you can’t tell me that Idia didn’t feel bitter after Lilia was brought back to life 😩 Like hearing that Silver and Malleus’s wish was powerful enough to bring back Lilia when I’m sure Idia spent nights wishing, pleading to have his brother back. It must’ve been so bittersweet because he still has Ortho, but imagining he could also have back his original brother as well…the implications of Book 7 😭

[scribbleqt]

For the upcoming Twisted Wonderland Anime

I love Twisted Wonderland, it’s one of the fandoms I love the most. I’m super excited to see it FINALLY get the anime we’ve all been waiting for YEARS.

I was also really happy that it was getting recognition, and more content. I was happy to welcome people in and have the fandom grow but after seeing the reaction that people had to the trailer.

I wanna gatekeep it now

I’ve seen so many miss characterizations and it’s made me so sad and frustrated. I didn’t fight in the trenches of early game just to come back full circle.

So I’m making this post as an FYI to newer consumers.

A short summary of Twisted Wonderland is it’s basically an isekai of a non magical person who’s brought to a school of magic who worship Disney Villains as heroes. Their job is to deal with dysfunctional student body and Headmaster to find a way back to their world. One the way they uncover the lore to Twisted Wonderland.

Most of us don’t mind answering questions about character, our issue is when people insist on the wrong thing. Like this ISNT a BL, not even close. Don’t assume it is. Me and almost everyone else will correct it.

The MC can be a guy or girl, the game left it anonymous. This also means that the MC could be any age as well. The canon that the Anime is follow is the Manga, and it will be SWITCHING between guy and girl if it’s like the manga.

It is NOT an Otome game. It’s just some silly magical Mobil game from Disney Japan not the Western/American one. We might joke about some characters being from an otome game but that’s because we KNOW the characters. There’s context to WHY we say that.

This was my yap, i know I can’t stop everyone but at least I tried to make awareness. We’ll see how this goes

[kewiekyu]

Elysion's Old Mans

[softvitya]

old stuff part 3.

Meleanor: dumbass

[heartslabyuls]

completely forgot to actually post these here but i finally finished all the designs!

diasomnia’s are still subject to change bc i don’t like how sebek and lilia look in the uniform.

as of now, i have dorm names for heartslabyul, scarabia, pomefiore, and ignihyde, but the others are going through a revamp bc too many started with the letter S. i’d appreciate suggestions <333