#little blackclover

[the-wereraven]

I'm too impatient to wait until new year so here's a bunch of sketches I never ended up finishing, for some reasons-

The sketch with Black Pearl and Cowrie are part of Cowrie's old lore. And the last sketch was when Croissant's costume concepts were revealed and I played with the idea of plague doctor Croissant. I should revisit that maybe :0

I also draw Cosmos Gear as an eagle, for those wondering who the bird is :3

[kalolasfantasyworld]

OMG JANE 🥹 🫶

This is so beautiful!

My masterpiece

[koneko-pi]

Hi hi, it's been a while! I'll be joining the lovely Lyra's 1k halloween event, for @blackclover-emc

Interactions are of course welcome!

Summary: A couple of eagles make their entrance and Briar reminisces on holidays of old. Naturally their children make an apperance.

Pairings: Briar (oc) x Nozel

Briars dress, Nozel's outfit, Avalinia's outfit, Nymphadora's outfit, Mikhail's outfit, Aoife, Delphine

Elegant gowns and lovely suits filed into the grand castle that served as the venue for this evening's party. With decorative pumpkins lining the stairway up into wide open doors where wark orange light could be seen and soft music floated out into the open air. The patrons were mostly nobles, but those with their connections were not denied entry, dressed in elegant gowns and masks.

A masquerade themed ball likely in honor of the spirit of halloween. Many were easy to recognize despite the masks and gowns and others went out of their way to be unrecognized. But no matter how hard some tried it wouldn't matter, some people just had that air about them that let others know exactly who they were.

A man in a silver embroidered tux, reaching a hand out to take a woman's hand, helping her down from the silver carriage he had concocted for his family to take. His silver hair was easily visible over the blue mask he wore to hide his face, but the braid was unmistakable. The woman, as she stepped down, had her long chestnut colored hair pulled into a tight braid that wrapped around the back of her head. She wore a silver mask, matching her partner's attire, and her dress stood out against the many elegant ball gowns. It was tight fitted and flowy, glittery with sheer materials, covered up by a soft looking fur coat she wore around her elbows. 

As she stepped down and looked up at her husband, the pair undoubtedly gave off a regal and noble air, some couldn't help but stare…

Until a boy practically threw himself from the carriage and out into the open, arms wide.

“Happy Halloween!” Mikhail cheered happily before running right for the stairs. “I hope Alice is attending, I must have her first dance!!”

“Mikhail!” Avalinia was quick to scurry after her little brother, lifting her dress so she could climb from the carriage and rush after him. “Be careful!”

“You're one to talk.” Nymphadora sighed as she too had to follow her siblings. “Sorry dad.” She gave Nozel a courtesy before hurrying after the pair.

Nozel looked less than pleased, mouth already opening to try and tell his daughters (mostly Ava) not to be running like that but little hands at his coat tails drew his attention instead.

Purple and cream colored eyes stared up at him. Two girls so close in age many don't even realize one is older than the other.

“Can we go play?” Aoife asked, her younger sister Delphine was clinging to her too. Purple eyes wide with excitement.

Nozel let out a soft sigh. “Make sure you're with your siblings at all times.”

The girls let out excited squeals before rushing off eagerly.

Nozel huffed again, already abandoned by his children. Not all of his children had come. Some were too young, and the Fairy children had offered to stay home with them to have their own celebration.

"Maybe I can tell a scary story or two." Leolai had said with a grin on her face, it didnt help that Ceili looked just as eager to cause mischief.

But he would worry about his daughters at the party all night, and he knew it. Not only because of Ava's health but how he KNEW he had daughters that were all lovely and some foolish boy would ask them for a dance and-

“My bird.”

A steady but gentle tone pulled the Silva head from his spiraling thoughts and he turned back to his wife. Even with half of her face hidden behind a jeweled silver mask, her peach colored eyes could calm him (or stress him) with just a glance. He could get lost in them.

“They will be alright.” Briar lifted her hand to gently caress his cheek with her knuckles. His skin felt warm in the cool autumn air from just that soft touch.

“I know.” He said. Pausing for a moment only to say it again, much more relaxed this time. “I know.”

Briar smiled at him, soft and rare, as she slid her arms around his and the pair began to walk towards the party entryway.

“Were you serious before?” Nozel asked suddenly. Briar quirked a brow at him, a sign to elaborate. “You've never been to a halloween Celebration?”

“Oh, well I wouldn't say that.” She hummed slightly. “I've never participated in one here in Clover. I was always too busy.”

“Locked away in your bird cage.” Nozel teased. His phrasing for her office down in the magical research division.

She bumped her shoulder into his, a playful gesture. “I had better things to do than drink and dance to slow, boring, songs.”

“Oh? This is boring is it?” Nozel asked, a smile in his tone even if it wasn't on his face.

“Certainly.” Braid stuck her nose up. “Back in my day…ah….” She faltered, realizing how old her words made her seem (even if it was accurate). But she quickly shook it off and continued. “It was simply “Hallows Eve”, and it was a night where, supposedly, Devils could come forth from their realm into this one. And so you wore masks and dressed up to disguise yourself, lest they snatch you away, never to be seen again.”

Nozel almost looked horrified. “Your people celebrated THAT?”

“It wasn't a celebration, it was an excuse to be silly or scary.” she huffed, pouting now. “You dressed in fun outfits, danced around a bonfire, told tall tales, ran through wheat fields or got lost in a maze. Singing and dancing to music that made you want to jump and twirl your skirt… I remember when Cinderella and I would constantly try to scare one another.” 

She was trying not to get lost in far away memories of bobbing for apples as a young fae or chasing people around with spooky masks on. Pulling pranks…

“Sounds like something the people of the common realm would be doing right about now.” Nozel huffed, he almost sounded disgusted at the idea.

“Can't we go spend the evening there then?” Briar whined and Nozel looked at her so horrified she couldn't help but laugh. “I jest, my bird, I jest!”

“Thank god for that…” Nozel muttered, sighing with relief. “But where did the devil's tale come from if all you did was party like barbarians?”

Briar pulled herself from him, leaving Nozel's side cold and unhappy. She lifted her dress enough to hurry up the last few steps before turning to him. The orange glow of the party behind her made her look ethereal.

“All folktales come from truth, my bird.” She said with a grin before hurrying into the room.

Nozel was stunned for a moment, her words sinking in. Before he could panic over the possibility of some Devil showing up he quickly chased after his wife. He knew if he lost her now he would certainly never see her till the morning.

The room was decorated fantastically. Magic was used to make decorations animate or float around. Small, carved, pumpkins danced up and down to the flow of the music above the crowd of dancers, candles flickered along the edges of the room where tables were laiden with a variety of foods and drinks. He could spot Delphine chasing a fake bat that fluttered around with magic while Nymphadora chased her, scolding her for running in a dress.

Briar, thankfully, was not far from the entrance. Her gaze was looking up and around at the decorations of cobwebs and spiders. Fun shapes and images being created in silky webbing every couple of minutes.

“We should host our own party next year.” Briar decided with a nod. “But with a little fairy flare.”

“Please, my thorn, do not set up a bonfire in the gardens.” Nozel pleaded, returning to her side with a hand on her back.

“I would never.” she said firmly. “but even without it, I'm certain some people would enjoy the party I could host.” She lifted a hand to her chin in thought, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “A murder mystery perhaps…”

“You have a whole year to think about it, my love.” Nozel gently guided her away from the entryway and into the crowd. Music danced around them, as did the people.

“You are right.” Briar hummed. “We should enjoy the now.” She lifted her head to try and look up and above the crowd. So many people to see, and activities to find. Where oh where could they possibly start…

[vilandel]

Children's Masquerade

Now, I also got a grip on myself and made a post for @lyranova's Halloween event. Later than everyone, I know. I have a lot of wips to work through^^' But the posts of everyone else were actually motivating for me to write my own and I wanted to write more about my four Nozessa daughters, I thought that it was the perfect occasion 💕

@blackclover-emc

If you want, feel free to interact 💕

Characters: Vanessa Enoteca, Nozel Silva, Nymphea Silva, Valentina Silva, Lavinia Silva and Cassandra Silva

Relationships: Nozessa and their daughters

Summary: Before they enter the ballroom for the Children's Masquerade, family Silva is making last minutes adjustments and feels the excitement...

“Now, now, Cassandra. If you don’t stay still, I can’t bind this adorable bow on your dress.”

“But mama, I’m excited!”

“I know, Little Cat. I’m excited too. But your adorable black dress needs its silver bow to be perfect. It matches your little cat mask so perfectly. Now come, just a minute then you can hop around.”

Cassandra pouted, which was even more adorable with her black and silver cat mask, but of course she did as her mother asked. Vanessa giggled as she tied the silver bow around the waist of the black puffy velvet dress. For someone who adored black, her five year old daughter was certainly a very lively and even loud one.

“There, you’re ready for the Children’s Masquerade Ball,” Vanessa laughed, as she stroked the puffy sleeves and the silky but wild silver locks that just wouldn’t stay still. Cassandras hair will always be untamed. “Now, you’re ready, my little black cat. Oh, aren’t you the cutest thing ever.”

“Stop it, mama, you’re choking me.”

Of course she didn’t and Cassandra was only protesting for the form, as she hugged Vanessa back. Of course she did.

All of her daughters were big on hugs, after all.

Speaking of, hopefully the rest of them were ready as well. The twins were just three steps away, Nymphea checking for lose pale pink hair within the braiding hairdo Valentina got for today’s ball. Unlike her twin, Nymphea had decided to let her loose and a waterfall of wavy silver hair fell onto her back.

Her wonderful twin daughters were so different, not only in the hair colour, but also with their ball gowns. Nymphea choose a night blue gown, shoulder free, that flow over her like a waterfall, only held by a small silver belt, and that was embroidered with so many little silver stars. Valentina choose a wide amethyst purple dress that looked like a rose when she was turning around, with silver roses around her bodice. The mask they were wearing matched their dresses perfectly.

So different, yet so close and still subtly similar. Looking at them, it was hard to believe that they were only thirteen years old. Already thirteen… time certainly flew by. Only two years before Nymphea and Valentina would be old enough to get their grimoires and join the Magic Knights.

Vanessa smiled, thinking how Nozel was already slightly fearing that day.

Speaking of her handsome husband…

Nozel was to the stairs that lead to the ballroom, kneeling in front of Lavinia. Their eight year old daughter looked so adorable in her puffy rose pink dress, with the silver ribbons around her waist and the cute little silver bows at the bottom, plus the matching butterfly mask. But the blush on her cheeks just wouldn’t disappear.

Poor baby girl, she was always so shy, so a ball, even one especially made for children, was like one big journey into the unknown. Which was probably why her hair, the same rosewood as Vanessas, was in her usual pig braids, as a familiar comfort.

��Don’t worry, Lavinia,” Nozel said in a comforting tone. “You either remain with your mother or with me if it’s too much for you. Or with your big sisters if we aren’t around because of circumstances. And you also don’t need to join the other children for the ghost hunt game later on.”

“I know, papa, and I’m grateful. It’s just… will I be able to at least see that famous pianoforte?”

“You can even play on it, if you want I can make arrangements.”

“But… playing alone… in front of so many people…”

“I will play duets with you, if it’s okay for you.”

“You will? Oh thank you, papa.”

And with that, Lavinia hugged her father tightly. Vanessa was in awe at the view. Just another proof that Nozel was a wonderful father.

He looked so good in his new burgundy ceremony suit, inclusive one shoulder cape and the matching mask. It was simple, just a few silver Silva crosses embroidered here and there. Burgundy suited him so well and Vanessa wished once more that Nozel would wear darker colours more often.

Since he was wearing her usual colour, she had decided to follow his example and wear his for the ball. To be honest, Vanessa loved her new blue and shining silver dress, which underlined her curves subtly but perfectly and the matching mask was even more than comfortable.

“I can’t believe our tiny uncle managed to pull his idea for a children’s ball through,” Valentina giggled as her twin finished checking her hairstyle. “I mean, it’s a really cool idea, but the way he presented it was so chaotic.”

“That is uncle Asta for you,” Nymphea pointed out calmly, taking her twins arm.

Nozel stood up, holding Lavinias hand tightly. “Asta had the idea, as the Wizard King, but once he realized that the kind of ball he imagined needed so much preparations, he panicked. I thought Nebra gave him some lessons about organizing such gatherings.”

“Oh, she did, honey, and she was rather good at teaching that stuff, I know I learned a lot,” Vanessa laughed, still hugging Cassandra. “But Asta is a lovable idiot and thank goodness that Noelle and the others helped him making this idea real. Isn’t it so sweet? It is such a wonderful event for his debut as Wizard King and for all of you kids.”

“Mama, don’t cry please, think of your make-up,” Nymphea just said. And Vanessa had to admit that she felt a bit teary.

But it was such a great idea and her dear baby girls having fun made it even better. Plus, spending time on a ball as a family, all six of them? Vanessa just couldn’t say no. Usually, children under fifteen couldn’t only attend to balls under very complex circumstances no one cared to understand, but this event was especially for them.

“I can’t wait for the ghost hunt,” Cassandra grinned as she punched the air.

“I mostly look forward for the food auntie Charmy made,” Valentina replied. “I can’t wait to try her new pumpkin beignets.”

“I hope the dances will be diverse for the occasion,” Nymphea said with calm grace, but her shining eyes revealed how excited she was to do her hobby for a whole evening.

Lavinia said nothing, but the whole family knew how much she was looking forward to the pianoforte.

Nozel looked at her and Vanessa smiled back at him. Their daughters were definitely looking forward to this Children’s Masquerade. Despite Cassandras and Valentinas wild excitement, Lavinias adorable shyness and Nympheas royal calm, it was already very promising that their girls will have a lot of fun.

“Aw, look how happy we all are and for a ball even. This deserves a group hug. Come on!”

Vanessa would expected protests from at least Nozel and Nymphea, but they gave in like the other three without any resistance. Cassandras mask almost fell from her face as she was squeezed between Valentina and Nozel, but she giggled at it.

The family hug lasted quite a while, before Nozel coughed awkwardly. Right, it was rather unfitting for royals still. “We shouldn’t be late. You four go ahead. This ball is first and foremost for you and the other children.”

“Alright. Nymphea, you the queen of this sisterhood, you lead,” Valentina said with a knightly curtsy, like she so often did.

Nymphea seemed to think for a moment, before she actually took her twins hand with a soft smile. Valentina seemed stunned for a second, before she grinned back and took said hand. Then the twins each took the hand of their little sisters, Cassandra on Valentinas side and Lavinia on Nympheas.

Together, the four Silva sisters descended the stairs towards the ballroom, royally and easy going at the same time.

“I love our daughters,” Nozel whispered they observed them descending the stairs. Vanessa chuckled and put a quick kiss on his lips.

“I love them too, honey. We are blessed with our angels. Now, how about we follow them and see if we meet people we know?”

Nozel offered his arm and Vanessa took it with pleasure. This ball was already starting wonderfully in her books.

[funky-sea-cryptid]

ough okay hi everyone i'm finally fucking posting callakirsch for lyra's 1k halloween event @blackclover-emc

interactions are welcome but don't feel pressured :3c

word count: 704 words

pairing: kirsch x oc (calla m. eucidot)

summary: calla and kirsch go to a halloween ball, and calla is nervous about it.

“For the last time, it’s not a costume party,” Calla said, getting out of the carriage. “There’s no need to dress like that, you know. You’re going to embarrass me in front of God and everyone at this god-damned ball.” 

“I look fabulous,” Kirsch said, delicately lifting his cloak as he followed his husband out into the snow. He was wearing a peacock themed mask, which would’ve been fine if he hadn’t themed the entire rest of his outfit around the bird. Calla took a deep breath in, and counted to ten, silently begging whatever God had informed his husband that it would be a good idea to dress like that would bless the rest of the party with that opinion. He tugged at his blue-green suit. The necktie had too much pattern. 

How the hell had Calla gotten roped into this?

It was a sort of crisp night, making the little magical lights outside the venue sparkle. Calla felt distinctly uncomfortable. He was nervous about noble venues, and the last time he’d been to one of these, it had been before Sherry was born, and he’d been too nervous with anticipation that someone would start talking or mention him, that he’d had no fun at all. 

Speaking of Sherry -

“Are you coming out, Sher?” Calla asked, and then his child stuck her head out of the carriage, grinning. Their copper-gold hair had been pulled into a low braid, threaded with peacock feathers and he had managed a very fancy suit-dress combination. 

“You look very nice,” he said, and kissed his child on the cheek. She giggled. “Very fancy.” 

“Thanks, Dad. Why are we dressed as peacocks again?” Sherry asked, and Kirsch lit up. 

“Well, I’m the squad captain,” Kirsch said. “We have to represent the Squad, of course!” 

“Dad was a Praying Mantis,” Sherry said. “Why don’t we dress like bugs?” 

“Hey, yeah,” Calla said. “Why didn't we dress as bugs? You wouldn't have had to dress up.” Kirsch gasped so loud that half the arrivals turned to look at them. 

Great start. Calla adjusted his bow tie. 

“I’m gonna go see if anyone cool’s in attendance,” Sherry said. “I’ll see you guys inside!” With that, they bustled off, lifting his skirts. Calla swallowed. 

“Are you nervous?” Kirsch whispered. 

“Now you gain emotional intelligence?” Calla whispered back. Kirsch sniffed and pulled his cape tighter around himself. “Well. None of my friends go here. It’s all a bunch of high society - and y’know, Sherry -”

“Sherry’s going to be fine,” Kirsch said, and offered an arm. Calla took it, clinging to his husband like a lifeline as they headed toward the venue. “And you’re with me, so you shouldn’t worry.” Kirsch tossed his hair. 

“God, right, I’m with you,” Calla bemoaned. “And you’re dressed like a bird. Nozel Silva is calling, he wants his aesthetic back.” 

“You are so cruel to me!” Kirsch gasped, and Calla laughed at the comical expression on his face. 

“You’ll survive my cruelty, y’know,” he said, and Kirsch huffed. 

“Nobles and royals are crossing the class divide more,” Kirsch said, and Calla bit his lip. “You’re not going to be out of place.” 

“I guess,” Calla said. “But y’know, I’m-” 

“You look like you fit in,” Kirsch said. “Because we match.” They did. Matching set. Plus, Calla loved teal and he didn't have to wear pink. “You’re going to do great. And if we make it through,” they made it to the top of the stairs, to the door. “We’ll go to one of the common realm’s parties next year.” 

“Deal,” Calla said, and leaned up for a kiss. Kirsch delivered, whipping a cocoon of blossoms around them - meant for privacy but just drawing more attention to the both of them. The gesture was nice. 

“Mr. and Mr. Vermillion?” the poor doorman said, and Kirsch dissolved the cocoon, holding out their invitations with his free hand. 

“Sorry about him,” Calla said. “It’s Kirsch-” Kirsch gasped again, and Calla squeezed his husband’s arm. 

“Our child’s inside,” he finished. 

“Welcome to the party,” the doorman said, and held open the door. Kirsch smiled at him, and Calla swallowed, took a deep breath, and smiled back. 

I’m going to have a good time.

[giggly-squiggily]

Hello Indecisiveness, My Old Friend~

Hi Hello It's very late and I am going to bed after this I promise but like writer brain is on and I wanted to do another poll with everyone to decide the order of my WIPs so:

Summaries/Prompt Descriptions below the cut!

Choice One: Shinsou gets into extra playful moods and likes to very gently tickle his boyfriends when they’re not paying attention. Sometimes they stay light and feathery, other times they’re all out attacks. (Lees!Todoroki, Deku, Ler!Shinsou)

Choice Two: Kokushibou’s the type to work himself to exhaustion and still refuse to admit it. Reader helps their demonic S/O relax and reminds him there’s more to life than training and missions  (Lee!Kokushibou, Ler!Reader)

Choice Three: Ukyo and Chrome have a friendly competition while exploring the lands. It leads to a tickle fight when one starts taking an early lead (Switches!Ukyo, Chrome)

Choice Four: Ikyua’s on a road trip with his old friends and Hiyori’s feeling down and lonely without him. Kisume decides to give him a healthy distraction (Lee!Hiyori, Ler!Kisume)

Choice Five: Some bold words are exchanged when Leopold declares he could beat his siblings in a good ol’ fashion sparring match. He quickly learns why he should think before he speaks (Lee!Leopold, Lers!Fuegoleon, Mereoleona)

Choice 6: If Rui hadn’t asked him, he wouldn’t be doing this. Akaza braves his greatest fear as he seeks out the Million Yen question: Is Kokushibou ticklish? (Lee!Kokushibou, Ler!Akaza)

Choice 7: Hawks gets a little TOO cocky (Hehe, chicken pun) when he’s talking to Mirko and Jeanist about his hero status. He learns a lesson that day on what happens if you brag too much. (Lee!Hawks, Lers!Mirko, Jeanist)

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hello I just wanted to say hi. I came across your Tumblr page the other day Because I was looking for blackclover stories. Black clover is my comfort anime right now and my comfort character is william vangeance. (And sometimes patri lol) But my main comfort character is William. I love your writings and I love your stories And I'm looking forward to reading more.🥰😁

Hello! ^^

Thanks for dropping by! :D

I'm glad that you stumbled onto my corner of Tumblr and decided to stay ^^ (at least for a visit). BC very much is a comfort anime/series for me too, with a lot to explore.

William certainly has complexity in him. There's no denying that, even if I'm, due to my comfort character, a little bit.. Hmmm... Grumpy towards him. But! I do want to offer the William stans wonderful content as well, because he's a tragic character as well.

He is a gentle spirit, who wants to save everyone, which led to him not being able to choose between the elves and the humans (or more concretely his friend and his friends). And I do think I have... At least a little bit of discussion about him as well, in addition to fics, on my blog 🤔

But now I'm rambling ^^' thank you, again, for stopping by, and I do hope that you enjoy your stay 🥰

[purpled-royalty]

I just had to do this from Eri's POV too, so heres my first contribution to @lyranova's halloween event

@blackclover-emc

Anyone is welcome to interact on this post.

Pairing: Natalia Silva (Nozel x OC next gen) x Eri Faust (Nacht x OC next gen)

Summary: Eri arrvies at the masquerade ball with the rest of his family and spots a silva-haired princess somewhere in the middle of the ball... he decides to shoot his shot.

Word count: 921

Natalia belongs to @kalolasfantasyworld

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Eri adjusted the cuffs on his jacket as he entered the masquerade ball with his sister, Morgan by his side. His parents, Nacht and Tiara followed closely behind.

“I’d rather not have to bail you out of trouble today” Nacht warned narrowing his eyes at Eri

Tiara laughed softly, patting Nacht’s arm. “Oh, come on, let him have a little fun, it’s a party after all.”

Nacht crossed his arms and sighed unconvinced “Well… fun always leads to him always ending up in some sort of trouble.”

Tiara smiled encouragingly at Eri. “Go on, explore. Just be sure to keep an eye on your sister and behave, alright?”

“Always do,” Eri grinned, giving his mother a wink before glancing sideways at Morgan.

As they made their way into the crowd, Eri’s thoughts were elsewhere, his gaze lazily scanning the room, but one silver-haired figure caught his eye. He set his eyes on Natalia, the silver-haired princess who had been on his mind far too much recently.

“Hey?” Morgan waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him back to reality. “Are you even listening to me brother?”

Eri blinked, shaking his head lightly. “Uh, yeah, sure” he lied. He tried to cover up his distraction, but Morgan followed his gaze, and watched as he stared at Natalia in the crowd.

“Well, this was a good talk, sister,” he said quickly, turning toward Natalia’s direction. “Let’s catch up later.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow, folding her arms. “Mmhmm, sure. Go ahead and simp all you want, just be careful - her dad will chop your head off.”

“I am not simping.” Eri snapped back at her playfully.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She chuckled as Eri walked off, and focused his attention on the youngest silva sibling as she made her way through the crowd.

Eri watched her from a distance, as she tried to avoid bumping into the many people at the ball - he could tell Natalia was uncomfortable with the tight space. Just as she lifted her skirt to avoid tripping, a waiter passed with a tray of champagne, and she wobbled, falling off balance.

Eri’s body moved on instinct, closing the distance in a flash. He caught her waist just before she fell, steadying her in his arms. For a moment, time seemed to slow, Natalia’s silver hair fluttered as she looked up, her brown eyes locking with his. A deep pink blush spread across her cheeks, her lips parting as if to say something, but no words came out.

“Natalia?” Eri asked softly.

Natalia’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing as she struggled to form a coherent sentence. “I-I... I’m... I’m... beautiful red eyes.” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them, her gaze still locked on his.

Eri blinked, momentarily caught off guard as a slight blush crept onto his cheeks. He let out a soft warm laugh and looked deeper into her eyes. “Beautiful eyes, huh?”

Natalia’s face flushed a deeper shade of pink as she realized what she just said. “I-I mean... I’m fine! I’m... fine,” she stammered, quickly stepping back trying to fix her mask, her hands shaking slightly.

Eri chuckled softly, his grip on her waist still gentle. “No need to apologize, I'm just glad I was here to catch you.” His voice was warm, calming her nerves, and his smile was almost infectious. Eri’s own cheeks were still faintly pink, and for a second, the crowded ballroom seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of them in a quiet bubble of their own. Natalia soon took a deep breath, attempting to sound as composed as possible.

“Well, th-thank you Eri” she just managed to compose herself, “but I’m fine now” she said nervously stepping back still trying to adjust her mask. 

Eri raised an eyebrow, his playful glint in his eyes made her heart skip another beat. “Are you sure? You were pretty close to making an entrance just now.”

“Very funny” Natalia responded as she let out a reluctant smile.

Before she could say anymore, the ballroom music seemed to pick up in the background, and couples started to gather for a dance. Eri glanced at the floor and then back at Natalia “Care for a dance?”

Natalia hesitated, glancing around nervously. “Oh, I don’t know... my parents...” She trailed off.

“They’ll be too busy with the party to notice for a while.” Eri responded, with a cheeky grin. “Besides, live a little, princess. Life’s more fun on the edge,” he added, still grinning from cheek to cheek.

He extended his hand further, giving her a reassuring nod. “I promise not to let you fall.”

With a mixture of excitement and nerves, Natalia placed her hand in his. Eri gently guided her toward the dance floor, his grip steady as he led her into the swirl of couples, his red eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and sincerity.

Meanwhile, Morgan spotted and smiled at her friend Hermoine in the distance and made her way over to her.

“You know, I didn’t think he had it in him to actually ask her.” she said proudly watching her brother guide Natalia across the dance floor.

Hermoine chuckled, and nodded her head “Trust me, I'm still shocked Natalia hasn’t passed out from being too nervous.”

They both exchanged looks and clinked their glasses together.

Hi everyone! So this is my initial post for @lyranova's halloween event and surprise surprise it's not Nozelena (just because I have an art of them and it's waiting to be posted with my art halloween countdown, so no spoilers and no descriptions of them in this fic😂)

@blackclover-emc

Welcome to interact on this post 💕

Pairing: Natalia Silva (Nozel x OC next gen) x Eri Faust (Nacht x OC next gen)

Summary: The Silva familia arrives at the masquerade ball and Natalia wants to slip away from her slightly overprotective family members. Especially since she knows a certain red eyed Black Bull is somewhere in the crowd.

Word count: 966

Eri belongs to @purpled-royalty 💕

A masquerade ball had begun and the whole Silva familia was invited. Natalia shyly followed her parents and older brothers, her gaze skipping from one masked face to another. She herself had put on a white feathery mask, but she had low hopes of not being recognised. Silver hair basically screamed Silva. Her parents did not even try who they were with their costumes as for Natalia’s brothers… she was not going to mention them. 

As much as she loved her familia the masquerade seemed like an event where she could try to be on her own a bit, explore. Hopefully talk to people without three protective eagles following her around. Especially since she had an idea who she wanted to see that evening. 

Natalia turned away from the buffet tables her familia was headed to and quietly began walking away. 

“Natalia,” sharp as an edge of a knife voice stopped her in her tracks. 

She whined spinning on her heel. 

“Yes papa?”

“Where are you going?” Nozel narrowed his eyes, almost drilling them into her very soul. 

“Oi mi amor, why so tense?” Said Helena who’s arm was hooked over her husband’s. “We’re here to party!”

“I’ll excuse myself to that corner then,” Noureen sighed, pointing far away from the middle of the ballroom. 

“Do you want company?” Heinry hung his arm over his twin’s shoulder. 

Noureen just sighed and shook his head resigned as he and Heinry walked away. 

Nozel continued on looking expectantly at his daughter.

“Where are you going, hija?” Helena asked.

“To find…” Natalia mumbled, “prima Hermione!”

“Hermione!” Helena smiled. “When you see her tell her that tia Helena wants to see her,” she moved closer to her husband to poke him. “See mi amor? I told you, no boys.”

Natalia flushed. Of course there would be no boys. What were her parents even thinking? She completely did not hope to run into a certain red eyed Black Bull. She simply wanted to see her cousin.

Nozel narrowed his eyes at first at Natalia, but a moment later he looked over her shoulder. Natalia turned around to see a young nobleman scurrying away in haste. Her father had that effect. 

She felt a gentle touch on her cheek as her mother moved head to face her. Helena smiled softly and fixed Natalia’s mask, ruffling the feathers. 

“I’ll keep papa busy and you have fun with Hermione tonight,” Helena reached out her pinky, “but promise me Natalia if you feel sick, weak or have any trouble with your magic you find me, papa or your hermanos and let us know. Are we clear on that?”

“Crystal clear,” Natalia perked up, hooking her finger over her mother’s. 

She looked at her father. Natalia knew that he was just worried and he was doing his best to give her the space she needed to grow by herself, but she was also aware of how close they were. She could never deny the daddy’s girl allegations. 

“I’ll be alright papa,” she said. 

Nozel let out a slow breath. He nodded and allowed his lips to form a soft smile. 

“Perfect,” Helena smiled and walked back to her husband. “We’ll be… busy,” she grinned, hooking her arm over his. 

Natalia gave her parents a quick excited wave, before turning on her heel and heading towards where she thought she had seen her cousin. Hermione had to be hanging out with other young Black Bulls. This means Natalia would see more of her friends. 

She pushed herself between a few nobles, he skirt slightly lifted up so she would not trip but it was hard in such a crowd. Natalia was not used to being around this many people in such close proximity. Many of them were taller than her and she would not risk trying to use her risky magical powers to locate her cousin. 

Natalia was getting uncomfortable. Maybe she should have asked Heinry to come with her. Her brother always knew how to act around people and got along with everybody. He would just ask if anyone had seen the Black Bulls and she would be with them right away. 

No. Natalia could find her friends herself. She was a brave princess, a daughter of Nozel and Helena Silva, bearer of arcane story magic and a future advisor to her tio Wizard King Asta. 

She furrowed her silver brows and fixed her mask again. If the Bulls were not in that corner of the ballroom she was going to find them on the other side. Natalia pushed past more noblemen. She was so careful about not falling into any of them she did not notice a waiter with champagne coming from the other side. 

In the last moment Natalia jumped away by miracle not pushing the man and spilling champagne. However her heels did not give her the support she needed. Natalia wobbled. She was sure she was going to fall on the ground, ruin her dress and embarrass herself and the house of Silva. 

Suddenly she felt someone’s touch at her waist. In the last moment somebody caught her, lifted her up and once the flutter of her silver hair stopped she was able to look at her savior. 

A pair of beautiful red eyes met with her dark brown ones. The boy had a slightly darker complexion, soft black hair tied in a ponytail while a few strands of his bangs fell over his mask in a messy yet very cute way. 

The corners of his lips tugged up. Masks did not matter; she would recognise this smile everywhere. 

A bright pink blush spread over her cheeks as her heart picked up its pace. 

Here lies Natalia Acier Silva, passed away from embarrassment in the arms of her crush.

“Natalia?” Eri asked.

[jpmanahan]

This is my latest @originalfunko haul at @bullyboycollectibles. A little bit of story time with these three. BBC’s latest promo says they have a mystery special deal. If you buy Four of the mystery boxes, you get a chance To buy the limited Glow Chase edition of Spidey at the price of a normal funko for me. Now, you may be wondering where are the two boxes, then… I basically hitched onto the buying opportunity of two guys who in the line To Pay. They only bought Six, so our amazing cashiers at the store successfully convinced them and I to do a deal and make it an 8-box purchase and enable the ability to take advantage of the promo for Spidey. Appreciate them for letting me ride on their transaction. (They paid it in full. I paid them my share.) I got a Luck Voltia from @blackclover and a special @markhamill When I unboxed them on my IG Live earlier. (at San Mateo, Rizal) https://www.instagram.com/p/CncFNocPrq5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[gayvangeance]

give us hcs about nacht and his friendship w the lil demon dudes

yes i have a lot of asks from this little man <3

not revised !!

Nacht cares for those four a lot. Despite some of his harsh words against devils, Nacht has a little soft spot for them. After committing to all the contracts, he learns over time how unique all of them are.

For example, Gimo is obviously the most social and cheerful one of the bunch. They're always the one that likes to play and get the others to open up. Although Gimo is also the one that commonly needs reassurance in scary situations. Nacht usually lets them crawl into his hood or hold onto his shoulder to make them feel secure

Plumede and Gimo are especially close! Plumede is a lot more reserved but likes to stick around like... Well, a cat.

Plumede likes to lay on Nacht's lap :)) Plumede just really loves cuddles.

Slotos isn't all that shy, but is suspicious of a lot of people. When they first made a contract with Nacht, it took a lot of convincing. Nowadays, they love to hang around with the rest and sleep.

The four little devils have a secret place where they stash collectibles and shiny stuff. Most of it is from abandoned nobles' houses or stolen from dark disciples out of spite.

The bird (who is unnamed as of right now) is a bit more on the shy and sensitive side. They seem like that one friend in the group that goes along with the rest and every once in a while gives a tiny gift.

Speaking of gifts, Nacht 10/10 has a sweet tooth and the four are VERY much aware of that. Nacht would disapprove if he knew how they got their tiny little hands on the sweets but that doesn't stop them from getting a chocolate bar or two for him!

If they could, they'd have a ton of movie nights. It's one of the things that Nacht doesn't hate. BUT he always picks horror movies so rip Gimo and Plumede.

TEA PARTIES!! Little teacups, plates, and pillows for them all to sit on as Nacht holds the tiniest teacup ever.

I feel like those four act like kids with supervision, so they may like colouring books and puzzles. It's the only way Nacht can get a nap in during the day, if he feels like it.

With the contract, he can figure out any of their secrets if he wanted to, but he finds the simplest joy in walking into a room right as one of them is about to do something wrong.

Sometimes they get proud of a drawing they did and they give it to Nacht. He keeps some of then in his wallet like one of those grandparents with children 🥺 It's actually really sweet! But if you ever asked about it he'll just shrug it off

they're also his personal alarm clocks for when he refuses to get up <33

[the-wereraven]

Blackberry and Clover as Six and Mono

I'd have done Croissant and Lobster first but idk who'd they be so-

Bonus:

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

7 & 10 for Myrtelwing? and 1 for Shortberry/Blackclover?

1: Why do you like/dislike this character?

Blackclover

I like him because he's tragic and full of angst, he's gay, and his relationship with Geodeflash is entertaining.

I don't like that I chose a picrew and gave him markings that are difficult to copy in a way that I like, so I can't do bases with him.

Shortberry

I just think he's neat! I picture him always trembling just a little, a jittery guy.

I don't think there's anything I don't like! But it would be neat if he found a loving mate and had kits and had tiny jittery babies.

7: What is something the fandom (you guys) do when it comes to this character that you like?

This goes for any of my characters, but I like it in general when he's included in something! Being art (especially art tbh, that's super cool), base stuff, or stories. Him and his poly along with the Tunnel Poly are my very very favourites, so I enjoy seeing them the most, though again seeing any of my characters receive love is absolutely amazing!

I also like it when people make him a little shit. Honestly it's true, he is such a little shit.

10: Could you be best friends with this character?

Uhh....

I think we would get along as far as talking about death and torture goes, but assuming I know what I know about him, I would not be able to trust him fully. If I only knew him as another character might know him, it might be different, but idk.

[sharkologydesign]

[cawcawpeasants]

LMAO when listing captains’ hobbies we’ve got sleeping for Dorothy, painting for Rill, etc but then we get to Fuegoleon’s and all it says is “eggs”

It is what it is with this man 😂😂

It's Good tho hes a little weird, I mean, he can't be that perfect.

[miyukei]

You're such a crybaby, Yuno.

bonus: no more crybaby Yuno