#neige pile

[fey--wolf]

found myself floating away from most of the social media around, and tumblr seems like a nice place to crash in and out once in a while.

that being said, @spiritualinstinct's Neige Pile is complete and i'm proud to finally show my entry! The amount of work and emotions that went into it, heavens. I've been repeating that it was hell of a journey so many times i sound like a broken record, but hey... it was.

haven't been so satisfied with the final result for a very long time, left with feeling compelled to draw even more Alcest, how do i ever schedule everything?

[suntails]

neige 🍎

[arent-i-the-fairest]

I can't live like this any longer. PLEASE I NEED YOU TO WRITE NEIGE CONTENT OF ANYTHING PLEASEEEEE

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝟐)

he takes care of you while you’re sick. (romantic)

author’s note : in addition to neige, i wrote hcs for che’nya and rollo! i love these three so much <333

crowley, crewel, and sam ver. of this prompt here!

neige leblanche

“you really called off a photoshoot just to come take care of me? you know you didn’t have to,” you said, smiling softly. neige shook his head.

“oh, i know, i know. but i just couldn’t help myself. the thought of you being all alone while sick just makes me so sad!” he pouts, taking your hands in his. “so i had to come! now, come on and lay down. take it easy and just leave everything to me! i’ll take good care of you.”

he babies you so hard, it’s to the point you almost feel embarrassed. like, he spoons feed you and everything. but he seems no shame in it!

he also decides to take it upon himself to do all ramshackle’s housekeeping and chores for you. (househusband material, honestly.)

no matter how many times you warn him that your sickness is contagious, he can’t resist giving you little kisses throughout the day. so it was no surprise when he called saying he was sick the next day…

“don’t say you didn’t expect this to happen, neige.”

neige only let out a whine and hid his face in the fluffy pile of blankets you brought him. as much as you wanted to scold him for not listening to your warnings, seeing him in such a pitiful state made it impossible.

you’ll save the lecture for later. for now, you’ll be gentle with him, just like he was with you while you were sick.

che’nya

“oh my, you’re not looking too well!” che’nya chuckles, quirking his head to the side as he looks at you. “well, don’t worry. nurse artemiy artemiyevich pinker is here to help you recover!”

you didn’t have the highest expectations when it came to his caregiving skills, but he actually does really well at taking care of you. he’s very attentive when it comes to your needs. be warned though, he will ask you if you’re feeling better like every 20 minutes just to annoy you.

he’ll exaggerate his cat behaviors to entertain you— and maybe to get you to coo over him being cute. he’ll knead blankets (or perhaps your lap if he wants to rest there instead), bump his head against you, and the like. if you had a cat toy, he’d probably play with it. all without feeling the slightest bit of embarrassment too.

“i’ve gotta ask… did you really come here to take care of me, or was this just an elaborate plan to get me to pet you?” you joked as you scratched behind che’nya’s ears.

“oh no, you’ve caught on! i just came for some pets,” he teased back, purring and leaning into your touch. “— just kidding, of course. hehe.”

you chuckle and lay your head against his chest, listening to the calming sound of his purring as you drift off to sleep.

rollo flamme

you got sick from getting hit by several spells. the perpetrators were none other than ace and deuce, whose fight you accidentally got caught in the crossfire of. (they’ve apologized to you over ten times for this..)

with all the chaos that’s been thrown your way so far, you hardly cared. this is just another tuesday at nrc for you. but you know who did care? rollo.

needless to say, he was not happy to hear of this situation. it’s only served to support his resolve of wanting to eradicate magic.

he tries to hide his anger about the context of how you got sick… and he doesn’t do a good job at it. you’ll look at him once in a while and his face will be twisted up in a scowl. or sometimes you’ll hear him muttering under his breath about “vile reckless mages…” and the like.

knowing how no-nonsense he is, you were a bit nervous about being in his care. but he ended up being a lot more gentle with you than you expected! (… he still made you study though. no falling behind in school on his watch.)

just like neige, he took it upon himself to do all the housekeeping for you. and you swear, you’ve never seen ramshackle so spotless. rollo does not play when it comes to cleanliness.

you watch in amusement as ace and deuce desperately try to convince rollo to let them enter your dorm. rollo is not even slightly swayed by their pleas, standing his ground on not letting them step foot in ramshackle.

“you two are the reason the prefect is ill in the first place. you’ve proven yourselves to be dangerous. i will not take the risk of letting you miscreants in and causing any more trouble for them.” rollo glares down at the pair, getting ready to shut the door on them. you quietly laugh at how protective he’s being.

you walk over to rollo, gently pulling him away from the door to let ace and deuce in. “come on, rollo. let them in. i’m sure they’ll be on their best behavior, especially with you here watching them like a hawk.”

rollo sighs and finally relaxes. “hmph… fine.”

[icariebzh]

"J'ai du savon qui lave Les péchés capitaux Un stylo-bille qui grave Le goût d'un apéro Un soutien-gorge à piles Qui n' s'allume qu'aux beaux yeux Un dentifrice habile À blanchir les aveux Un buvard facétieux Qui sèche les chagrins Un œil pour lire à deux Quand le jour s'est éteint Un violon capital Voilé de Chambertin A faire sonner le mal Plus fort que le tocsin Si ça n' va pas Tu peux toujours aller la voir Tu demanderas La Poésie On t'ouvrira Même si elle n'est pas là D'ailleurs, elle n'est pas là Mais dans la tête d'un fou Ou bien chez des voyous Habillés de chagrin Qui vont par les chemins Chercher leur bonne amie La Poésie

J'ai des bas pour boiteuse À faire boiter l'ennui Et des parfums de gueuse À remplir tout Paris Des pendules à marquer Le temps d'un beau silence Des lassos à lacer Les garces de la chance Des machines à souffler Le vert de l'espérance Et des vignes à chanter Les messes de la démence Des oiseaux-transistors Qui chantent sur la neige Garantis plaqués-or Plaqués par le solfège

Si ça n' va pas Tu peux toujours aller la voir Tu demanderas La Poésie On t'ouvrira Même si elle n'est pas là D'ailleurs, elle n'est pas là Mais dans la tête d'un fou Qui s' prend pour un hibou À regarder la nuit Habillée de souris Comme sa bonne amie La Poésie

J'ai du cirage blond Quand les blés vont blêmir De la glace à façon Pour glacer les soupirs Des lèvres pour baiser Les aubes dévêtues Quand le givre est passé Avec ses doigts pointus J'ai tant d'azur dans l'âme Qu'on n'y voit que du bleu Quand le rouge m'enflamme C'est moi qui suis le feu J'ai la blancheur du cygne À blanchir tout Saint-Cyr Et sur un de mes signes On meurt pour le plaisir

Si ça n' va pas Tu peux toujours aller la voir Tu demanderas La Poésie On t'ouvrira Des fois qu'elle serait là Elle te recevrait même pas Elle n'est là pour personne Elle n'aime pas qu'on la sonne C'est pas une domestique Elle sait bouffer des briques Mais quand elle veut, elle crie La Poésie !"

Léo Ferré

[seajellyx]

"an apple a day..."

general twst sickness hcs, when you or they are sick [bc i'm sick rn and it sucks] leona, malleus, vil, riddle, neige x gn!reader ambigious relationship, implied romantic warnings: non serious illness, also idk how good or coherent this is bc. i'm sick, reader is mentioned to be human once in malleus'

leona kingscholar

just makes you sleep all the time.

i'm torn between him staying 12 feet away from you cause he doesn't want to catch it and snuggling you bc he doesn't care

will probably disappear when you fall asleep and appear with literally everything you might ever need while sick.

if you're having trouble sleeping he MIGHT sing or hum to help

when he's sick he just sleeps it off

nothing can move him from his spot

also very groggy and barely lucid when he's awake

gets better magically in 2 days

not a lot happens, you guys are just sleeping the whole time

malleus draconia

cries

he thinks you're dying

will put you to bed and probably lays a spell down to help you rest.

enlists the entirety of diasomnia to help.

lilia has to calm him down bc "humans are so weak disease might just kill them WHAT DO I DO."

but his dorm members reassure him you'll be fine bc ur just so strong and resilient. like a cockroach!

anyways gets literally everything you might need and more and just comes back to pile them on you.

frantically tries to apply every remedy ever made until you tell him you just need rest.

will sit at your bedside and hold your hand while he watches over you

might sing you a lullaby (that makes you conk out immediately bc magic???)

just dont drink any of lilia's remedies and you'll be fine

also gets very sappy whenever one of you is sick

basically declaring his love like he or you are on deathbed. dramatic softie.

reminds you he loves you every five minutes.

he definitely forgets that he can get sick cause he hasn't been sick since he was like, 2

catches it from you bc he was close to you the whole time you were ill

very confused at first

he just needs to rest and he'll be good in a couple of days

you take care of him and his heart melts because his favorite person is taking care of him <3

but also forces you to be ultra careful, like gas mask, hazmat suit and everything bc he doesn't want you to catch it again

vil shoenheit

the most normal

he's pretty busy so he doesn't have a lot of time to stay with you. probably enlists rook to check up on you every now and then.

rook appears in your room, giving you a complete heart attack, waxes poetic that you don't understand, then gives you an item that might help and leaves.

if you're stubborn about bed rest, good luck because one of them just Appears as soon as your feet touch the ground

eventually vil comes around with a remedy he brewed himself, and you're back to normal after a good night's rest

he will stay with you while you sleep if you request, but wears a mask

vil will also sing you to sleep if you ask nicely.

also gets you some good nutritious soup

and the next day, after feeling better he treats you to a self care spa day

you feel very pampered

he barely ever gets sick, probably caught something while travelling somewhere.

will try to work through it but if it gets bad he'll assign himself to bed rest.

brews a potion and sleeps for like 24 hours then bounces back just fine.

if you want to take care of him, he'll appreciate it very much, but he'll be asleep most of the time.

if you decide to make him something to eat that's both delicious and nutritious, he will feel very loved and very thankful.

may or may not tell you he loves you depending on how lucid he is.

riddle rosehearts

he's lowkey panicking, but does an absolutely stellar job of taking care of you.

a bit robotic, does every perfectly to ensure your speedy recovery

and almost militaristic the way he's barking orders at his dorm members to get you what you need

but it's the thought that counts?

might be too loud and is very apologetic about it

you're tucked nicely into bed, medicine taken, stomach full of trey's yummy soup, and everything is pretty good considering the status of your health

riddle stands there awkwardly, checking to make sure you're okay before getting back to his work.

if you ask him to stay he will oblige, quietly doing work while sitting beside your bed.

a terrible singer (hc,) so he'll play you some soft music or white noise if you need.

also very sanitary and clean

now when HE'S sick

tries to work through it like a dumbass

you and the rest of heartslabyul have to force him into bed and watch him so he stays there

he's pretty independent while sick since his symptoms are never that bad

but will resign to being pampered if you're stubborn enough

please cook him food and stay by his bed and hum him a lullaby he deserves it

he'll blush so hard when you spoil him like this but he's truly grateful that you care for him so much

and he'll tell you so in a very small voice before drifting off

will tell you to keep your distance, wear a mask, and sanitize everything so you don't catch it

he gets better in about 3-5 days

neige leblanc

he's a normal amount of worried but is absolutely FANTASTIC when taking care of people.

makes the best soup ever. like you're pretty sure it's actually a potion bc it works better than actual medicine.

will tuck you in and sing you a nice lullaby to help you get some rest.

once you wake up feeling much better, you find that he's been doing your work for you (probably with the help of his animal friends).

if it's chores, they're done is a blink, if it's something like school or paperwork, it might take some time. he'll probably settle with helping you with it after you get better.

neige ushers you back to bed with such a soft, gentle tone.

he'll read something to you if you don't want to sleep again.

falls asleep with his head on your bedside after you drift off

overall very sweet and motherly, makes you feel very loved.

ends up catching it from you like an idiot.

you do your best to take care of him and he cheers you on, as he does 24/7, from his bed

might unconsciously get up to help you take care of him bc he's just like that.

his little dwarf buddies and his many other friends drop by to help, so that makes things supremely easier

leaves you two with a ton of (really good) homecooked food

he'll tell you to keep your distance bc he doesn't want you to catch it again but drops it if you insist

please wear a mask for his poor heart

if you sing him a lullaby he will melt, and ends up not falling asleep bc he wants to hear you sing more

his immune system is pretty good so he'll be better in a day or two.

thanks you profusely during and after.

will bake you a thank you pie. what a sweetheart.

[mysaldate]

Why Leona and Vil get treated differently – and why not everything is always about race

Yeah yeah, it’s been a long time since this discourse happened... not. Because apparently we’re beating this horse even after it’s deader than Cater’s clones. Somehow this stupid conversation keeps getting rekindled over and over and over and over again, and I’m just so tired so I’m just gonna put my thoughts down so that the next time I get caught up in it, I’ll have this post at the ready. Read at your own risk, this may trigger some people, especially those who claim the only reason anyone would ever dislike Leona is his skin color and not, you know, everything he does.

Leona’s murder attempt was pre-meditated. Unlike Vil, Leona spent quite a long time planning out everything he did in episode 2. He made sure the injuries happened in a way that couldn’t be linked back to him and that nobody could see Ruggie while he was using his unique magic. When it came to the actual murder, he even made a deal with Azul to ensure the event venue was set up in a certain way and that Ruggie got a potion to boost his magic before the whole thing started. Vil, on the other hand, snapped under momentary pressure, and didn’t spend weeks planning how to murder a rival over a competition.

Leona was ready to go through with it. I see a lot of people conveniently ignoring this but someone actually did die during Leona’s murder attempt – Cater’s clones did. Now, whether or not clone lives count as actual lives is irrelevant at the moment because all that matters is that Leona didn’t stop until there were bodies on the ground. Remember he watched the whole thing. He knew what was going on and when to stop. On the other hand, Vil immediately stopped the second a new element was introduced that snapped him out of whatever he was going on. Which brings me to my next point.

Leona acted with full clarity. Unlike Vil, Leona was fully in control the whole time. Vil was in a haze of reliving his past trauma, a haze that he snapped out of the second someone other than his target spoke to him. Leona, while motivated by past trauma, was fully in control of his actions.

Leona never showed any growth. This may be a controversial point for some people. And I understand that Leona is older than most of the other characters, however that does not make him stubbornly refusing to admit he did anything wrong any less jarring. Everyone showed tangible visible growth after their overblot, except Leona.

We are clear on what Leona wanted. With Vil, we never got a clear-cut confirmation that he was out for blood. We know something unsavory would’ve happened to Neige if he drank the apple juice, but truth is, it was never explicitly stated that he would die (if it was in EN, then just chuck that on the pile of things EN ruined). People just jumped to assuming murder because that’s what we’ve seen before and because Vil is associated with poinsons.

And when it comes to how their attempts were handled in-universe, let’s take a look at that.

Leona got called out by Lilia. It was vicious and rude, yes. Was it racist of Lilia to tear into Leona? No. No part of Lilia’s insults had to do with Leona’s race. He compared Leona with Malleus and evaluated which one of them has a personality more suited for a leader – the answer should be clear if you consider which one of them committed murder over a sports contest. This was also after Leona attempted to murder Lilia’s son, his son’s best friend, and a person he’s been taking care of for decades, or possibly even longer. Leona is lucky Lilia is no longer in his general days otherwise he’d likely be made into a throwrug, how handsome is up to your personal tastes. However, Leona’s call-out ended there with no further consequences other than being disqualified from the contest.

Vil got called out by nearly the entirety of the VDC group. Granted, it wasn’t that vicious or rude, but that’s because it didn’t get personal with anyone. Had he killed Neige, it wouldn’t personally affect any of the VDC group members. While Rook is a huge fan of Neige’s, that’s as far as it goes. However, Vil had lasting consequences from this lapse of judgement. You can find my full analysis of that mess here. That alone makes fans less eager to harp on him, since it at least feels like he got what he deserved – or possibly even more – while Leona gets to walk free with one verbal scolding.

Lastly, if you’re here to tell me to kms or harass me, do us both a favor and just click block and hide. I’ve got enough of that to the point where I just roll my eyes and block you back without it really affecting me. You’re just wasting your time as well as mine. You can think Lilia calling out Leona for murder was racist but at that point, you’re just willing to use skin color as a free get out of consequences card, and I have no desire to talk to people like that.

If you agree, feel free to share, if you’d like to respectfully debate, I’m 100% down for that too, just know that I tend to be pretty stubborn😅

Edit: If you are here to talk about wider fandom treatment of dark-skinned characters, that isn't what this post is about so please just make your own. This post is about a specific situation. Of course, there will always be bad people who judge people and characters based on skin color, but let's not act like everyone who dislikes Leona does so for those reasons. There's plenty of differences between his and Vil's situation that can make people like one and dislike the other without being racially charged. THAT is the point of this post.

[concordewillfly]

ALSO COUCH SLUT!!!! their lead singer is so Bad Ass i love them bad & funeral dyke is the best song in existence forever. also it makes me so happy that i make u happy. yay happy world! also counterparts, alpha wolf (everybody give it up for hashtag nu metal revival), candy!!, dreamwell, frail hands!!!!!, a light in the dark (blackgaze), daygraves (blackgaze), emma ruth rundle (not heavy, but shes been a source of inspiration for neige in his blackgaze projects + other post-black metal artists; shes also a great lyricist + her voice is beautiful), . me when i unfortunately like music a bit too much for my own good.

if u wanna talk about blackgaze im right here 🧍🏻 u dont have to do all the homework on ur own i could just feed u little nuggets of wisdom essay style 👍🏻 im so happy u liked holy fawn !!!! they are so good n im glad i can share their art w u !

but hi ro i hope u have a nice day 🩷 thank u for making me feel so welcome in ur inbox ! much love to u always n forever

- 💿

hiii again i hope youre having the best day <3 also dont worry i meant homework as in sitting down and listening to all those lovely bands, youve already done so much!! listening to funeral dyke rn HOW have i not heard about this band before since they toured with chat pile… so fucking good will definitely listen further + omg the throwback that is counterparts (used to listen to them when i was younger <3), already love dreamwell and frail hands, and ive heard soooo much about emma ruth rundle and ive been meaning to check her out so i will!!!! everybody else im not familiar with so i will also be sat… shaking ur hand as someone who likes music a bit too much like i think its good that i dont know anyone who likes the same stuff i do irl because i will start shaking while talking about it <3 ALSO im sure u know seeyouspacecowboy (one of my fav bands ever) and i wanna know if u listened to their last album and what u think of it because i love it sm and ive been bumping it all summer <3

[ominous-feychild]

✦ Crow's Character Asks and Quotes ✦

commissioned art by Neige; here's her instagram!

Would you do something illegal if you were getting paid a large sum of money? (You can choose the illegal thing)

Crow: I mean, aren't I already being paid to do illegal things for lots of money? Breaking and entering, very consensual information-gathering, theft of evidence, falsification of identity, planting of evidence when and where necessary... wait, who's asking again? Change of answer: I would never. 😘

What is your favorite non-human creature in the world and why? (Gods count)

Crow: That's easy! My familiar, Aria! I don't care if she's connected to me, she's not human--and don't you dare make a joke about me not being human either! I am cursed, not something else! And why do I love her? I mean--is she my favorite non-human creature? Well... there's a lot of reasons. For one, she's my familiar. Like, she chose me. Even if she's a crow, too, because she's taken on a bit of my curse... I mean, that's my fault isn't it? Ha... no, I think she's fine. She's still able to sing, and that seems to be enough for her. I guess I like that about her, too. Eh, this is all too gushy. Next question!

If you were forced to kill one person you have met, who would it be? (Not yourself)

Crow: *looks at the people they've gotten thrown into prison* Yeeeeaaaaah, there's a lot of options there. You really want me to pick one? Look, I already only spared them because it was against the law and my father would've been upset about it. If I'm going to go against their wishes... I'm going to pick a lot more than just one. 😉

"What's your relationship with your family like?"

Crow: Oh, my father's great, yeah. ... What, you were expecting more of an answer?

"Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?"

Crow: Psh, nothing as boring as reading. (*Precariously leaning back against a bulging doorway. There's a creak and then--CRASH!!!*) SHIT--

(*Furiously opens the door. An endless pile of books comes falling out. Except... they're all related to their cases? Huh. Is their hobby... working?*) Yep. That's my hobby. Working. Tell my dad that, would ya? 😘 (Oh I think we see something deeper in the closet--) NO!!! DON'T YOU DARE-- (*we zoom in to see countless artistic collages made out of cut-outs from pictures in their books and magazines.*)

...

(*Crow, face burning, melts into the shadows and hides in shame.* But??? That's a cool hobby??? WAIT, COME BACK, AZA--)

"Do you dream often? what about?"

Crow: Ha, no. Do most people remember their dreams? (They're lying. They remember. Their dreams center around failure. Failure, and a desperation to prove themself.)

"What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?"

Crow: A pointless end. If you have to die, you should die for something. Something meaningful. Something you care about.

"What's your relationship with your family like?"

Crow: Sike!!! Bet you thought I wasn't going to answer this question. 😘 How cruel of you to think so lowly of me!!! 😭

I wasn't kidding, my father's great, I love him. He taught me everything I know about--detective work and all, heh! We don't always see each other because he's usually working on cases, but he's given me everything I need to succeed in life and I'm thankful to him for that. So hopefully I'll make him proud on this case with Frey! 😉😊

✦ Quotes ✦

"Move over! I wanna watch too."

Crow: *teleported through shadows to get to a better vantage point* Crow: "Excusez-moi!" *at the same time as slapping them aside with their wing* (note: they are not French.)

"A little help, please?"

Crow: "Ey! Over here! HELP!"

"Unhand me!"

Crow: *combat mode: engaged. Duck into their own shadows and teleport to get a moment to process the scene before reacting further.* Crow: *calmly, making eye contact* "you have less than five seconds to let go of me. Five. Four--"

"Okay, someone has to come up with a plan!"

Crow: *deadpan* "Don't make me break out Plan B. Trust me, you do NOT want Plan B."

Original posts: Asks 1, Asks 2, Quotes ALL ABOUT CROW HERE! (note: will be uploaded soon!)

Divider from @cafekitsune

[kokofromwattpad]

THE JOURNAL

Featuring: Vil Schoenheit

Cw: Destructive behavior, insecurity, angst, comfort, GN! Reader

A/N: I got inspired by a tiktok I saw from a user I can't remenber, but by GOD was it amazing.

Vil Schoenheit was a well known man across the entirety of twisted wonderland.

He had every aspect anyone would want or have. Beauty, confidence, talent, power. People loved him and his pretty face.

But one of Vil's many secrets was that he owned a journal. He found it impractical to have one at the age he was at, but he found a sort of comfort with having that book with him.

It was made of black leather with golden stitching at the edges. A red ribbon was hidden in the spine of the book and was used to mark where he last wrote.

The book was filled almost to the brim with Vil's cursive handwriting. The entries that he wrote in there were depressing and brought instant sadness to anyone who (hypothetical) read it.

And right now he was in a crisis.

He wanted to write down his emotions in that journal today, wanting to express his insecurities towards Neige in his journal,but he could not find it.

His mattress had been thrown across his room, now laying against his window. His clothes were thrown out of his closet, piling up on the floor. The cotton-stuffed chair he had by his vanity was ripped open by Vil's long nails, leaving stuffing to drop on the floor. His makeup and skin-care products were all smashed and destroyed completely.

Vil layed on his knees, sobbing in his hands as his breaths became more and more shortened.

Suddenly, a creaking sound was heard behind him. He snapped his head over his shoulder, only to see that it is the Ramshackle prefect standing in his doorway.

Quickly, the human made haist and speedily walked to Vil's sobbing figure. Silently, they bent down and wrapped the sobbing man in their arms.

Vil reluctantly leaned in their soft embrace, not being used to having anyone but himself comfort him.

Vil leaned his head against the prefect's shoulder blade as he sniffed his blocked nostrils, his arms losely draped on the prefect's shoulders as they rubbed comforting shapes into Vil's back.

"Would you like to tell me what's wrong?" inquired the prefect.

Vil kept his head down. He was contemplating if he should tell them what he was searching for in this distroyed room of his.

"I... was searching for my... journal..." whispered Vil against the other humans collar.

The Ramshackle prefect did not laugh or sneer down on Vil like the man originally thought. The only they did was coo apologetically at the man as they wrapped him more tightly in their embrace.

"How about this? I'll help you clean your room, that way, if I find your journal before you do, then I can had it immediately over. Instead of someone else finding and reading it." proposed the prefect.

Vil sniffed into the palm of his hand that was wiping his heavy running tears. But he gently nodded at the proposition.

The prefect stood up from where they sat and lended Vil their hand. The purple tipped man accepted and was then pulled back up onto his own two feet.

"Let's go clean you up first before we do your room." softly giggled the prefect.

[s-bean200]

1 and/or 3?

This is for the more fic writer asks!

Prompt 1: the last sentence you wrote:

"Casper, less pleased with this development let his hands fall away from Neige’s shoulders, but allowed Alfie to stand between them, “He needs to sleep or yes this café will burn down, on je tě sere mě.”".

This is for an NQD fic, many AUs piled together in a trench coat and me desperately trying to figure out czech lmao. It also a first draft sentence lol but there it is!

Prompt 3: how do you feel about your current WIP

My current WIP is the same WIP the sentence above came from . I am honestly so excited. This is one of the longest fics I've ever written by literal tens of thousands of words. I have been working hard to stay focused and not let this one die in the WIP folder, especially since it's for NQD which only has a small number of fics. It's been fun to indulge in all my favorite AUs in one work as well! It makes it a lot easier to find inspiration and enjoy it as I write.

[fey--wolf]

Neige studies for the Neige pile

from "how tf does this face work" to "which features i can use to capture the neigeness" and more complex angles

his face is a pleasure to draw! it's soft but has a very distinctive structure underneath, and the eyes and the nose give so much character

must go for another couple of studies with more attention to essentials and less messing with the details

[v-anrouge]

Trey reading to a snoozing Riddle, Cater taking photos, Deuce and Ace asleep in a pile of limbs.

Leona napping, Ruggie asleep sitting up, Jack curled up like a puppy.

The Octotrio cuddling (god I love childhood friends)

Rook asleep with all his Neige things, Vil in a sleep mask, and Epel trying to sneak past them (he wants to be with Adeuce)

Idia asleep with his face against Orthos charging station, Ortho in his charging station.

no no homie i mean all of them SLEEPING all of them ina sleep over no one is awake

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Twisted Wonderland Dwarfs Headcanons!

Is the oldest by a few months ahead of Gran

Drinks tea the most

Has a parent ability where they stop stuff from happening before it happened

Suffers with night terrors

Is the worst bi-panic ever

Has a huge book collection

Wants to visit the City of Flowers with all his might, wishes he went with Neige during the Masquerad event

Is basically a tsundere

Knows Spanish

Will cuss in Spanish

Smells a lot of wood since childhood

Is obviously the protector of the group

Thinks piercings are cool and would want one without someone assuming he should get a "cute" ear ring

Would have a coffee machine in his room if he could

Has the second best hair products in the bathroom

Has three different Playlists for sleep; Rain sounds, lo-fi, and Celtic music

Speaks beautiful Hebrew

Is a cat person

Speaks on French

Loves sunflowers

Dad jokes

Has a whole pile of overalls for different seasons and argue they're perfect

Makes a ton of friendship bracelets

Used to have a really bad stutter Neige helped with in-between acting gigs and chores

Has the WORST pan-ics

Has a collection of highlighters of different colors

Many kids of scented oils and candles he sniffs and enjoys to calm down or not get stressed

The biggest stuff animal collection

Secretly likes it most when people call him cute, sure it's embarrassing but it's a nice feeling

Is that one guy who has glow sticks and glow-in-the-dark stars in his room for aesthetic

The one with the best hair product

Has allergies

Has freckles on his cheeks, nose, and shoulders

Used to be insecure of his hair but grew to love it

His scarf was his first gift of Neige's

Has no family other than the other dwarfs and Neige

Dreams to touch the sky

Begs for a pet in the dorm most

The fact he's a bit ditzy isn't cause he's "dumb" but due to him spacing out a lot and thinking on more things than one

Has autism

Just wanted to do this

[belphgr]

Day 41 | 24.3.2023

WC: 522

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“Hi, Yuu!” a bubbly voice calls out to them. Yuu stops sweeping the leaves in front of Ramshackle and immediately notices Neige. It was hard not to with how much he stood out from the rest of Nrc. Clad in a white uniform and bright smile, Neige looked like an angel next to the black uniform of Yuu’s school. Also they were dating.

“Oh. Hey, Neige,” Yuu responded nonchalantly, continuing to sweep.

“You always look good with a broom in your hands. You look like a pretty witch!”

“Thanks. That’s what I was going for,” ironic because they were the only one who didn’t possess magic. Maybe they shouldn’t have used a flying broom to do this, who knew what the consequences were. But they were on a tight budget and this was the only thing available so it was better than nothing, they suppose.

There’s silence between them for a while as Yuu waits for Neige to tell him if there was any specific reason for his visiting, but there isn’t. Neige continues to stare with a ditzy smile on his face.

“Do you need something?” …that was a bit harsh. Yuu didn’t mind but they’ve gotten used to being blunt and curt that it comes off rude at the worst of times. Before they could correct themselves however, Neige interrupted.

“Oh, it was nothing really,” he’s blushing. He’s cute when he’s blushing. “I just wanted to visit, I can leave if you wa-”

“No, I’m not bothered, really. I was just asking,” Yuu pauses, not knowing what to say. “Do you want to come inside? I’m almost finished.” They are nowhere near finished, proven by the rest of the leaves that haven’t been brought to the pile.

“Really? Okay, then!” Neige jogs up to them and gives Yuu a kiss with a loud and audible ‘muah!’ before hurrying inside. He does not have any right to be this cute, they think as they sweep up the remaining leaves with very minimal effort. It would’ve been better if they didn’t do anything at all with the state of things- but they could worry about that later.

As soon as Yuu shut the door, the smell of warm treats and tea filled his senses (with a hint of deluxe tuna and dust but the dorm always smelled like that). They glance at the only table there was and see a plate of cookies and 3 cups of tea. They were only gone for 5 minutes max, so when…? Never mind, magic and Neige didn’t have to make sense.

Speaking of Neige, there he was petting an already asleep Grim- stomach probably full from tuna and sweet treats. He never really liked tea so his cup was still full. 

Neige sees Yuu at the door and gets up excitedly after making sure not to rouse the sleeping cat.

“Are you done?” he whispers. Yuu wasn’t sure why, Grim could sleep through an earthquake.

“Yeah,” Yuu lies easily. No need to add onto their lover’s already busy schedule.

“Do you want something to eat? Or maybe just cuddle on the couch?”

“Both sounds nice.”

[paradisecursed]

from the darkened alcoves of the emperor's castle, a pair of eyes watches the tailend of a conversation between men. with darcia left alone, the apparition can't help but grin from his hiding spot—he picked the best hiding spot in the whole room, he's sure of it—though the need to be noticed lets a snicker trickle out into the air, warbled through dimensions. there they are...!

@collectalong / mild plotting.

You… wish for me to come with you? He’d asked.

Well, it’d certainly be easier, the emperor had replied. The equipment I’d need can’t be brought through the portal quite like my books or tools can. My castle has plenty of supplies. Perhaps there’d be a suitable room where we could move her to. I think - 

He’d interrupted with a snap of bared teeth, My alchemy is the only thing keeping her body alive, we can’t just -

His companion raised a hand, as if to calm an agitated dog. That’s precisely why I’d like you to come with me. See what the Boiling Isles has to offer &. see if a new perspective brings us progress.

It was enough to get him to lower his hackles. An exhale through the nose; a glance back to the hall they’d come from. Neige could watch her, he supposed. 

The emperor offered a soft, gentle hum; a sound that he came to understand as kindness. The other man turned away, then, before remarking - 

Besides, it’d do good for our deal if you had some context to the sort of world you’re giving your weapons away to. 

----

Dark were the halls of his benefactor’s domain, yet not quite tenebrous as his own. These walls were built closer together so that the flickering candlelight might catch the reflection of their gold-plated surfaces &. dance in luminous shapes as they walked. Their footsteps echoed; closer now than in his foyer. The scent of earth &. plant followed in their wake.

It reminded him of the garden, he’d thought. Back before the flowers wilted in mourning her. 

The emperor had shooed his young shadow off on some errand, leaving the pair alone as they wandered a maze of statuesque guards and grandiose decor. There were windows, of course, but they remained shuttered. Their conversation, however, stuck dutifully to its path: a series of contextual questions proposed to his host, wherein he’d be answered in kind &. asked of his own. Do you think we could construct those lasers with that? Could we use this to substitute for oil in your ships, perhaps?  

&. he was content to theorize &. speculate; until the smell of wet, fertile ground stopped him short. He turned away, slowly, from his companion - facing then two wooden shutters hiding a window’s view. ‘Twas the strongest the aroma had ever been. There was a fracture in the bottom of the left-side panel, &. he found himself drawn to the small stream of rose-yellow sunlight that filtered through. His footsteps fell quiet in his own ears as he crossed the distance, hand straying from his side to reach out - 

A gloved hand caught him by the shoulder - squeezing. 

Oh, come now, there’s nothing to see out there. The emperor tutted as he gently - yet firmly - guided the lord Darcia away.  Just another wasteland at this point, I’m afraid. Now then, about your ship…

The hand left his shoulder quickly, &. disappeared beneath the emperor’s white robes. 

Their walk continued without incident - at least for a time. Then, without warning, the halls filled with the sound of shrieking. 

A form barrelled out of the darkness towards them. His hackles raised immediately; only to be quelled as the emperor threw out a reassuring arm. The stranger dug its heels in the rug, careenging to a sudden, silent stop. The beginnings of an apology began to tumble out from somewhere beneath a pile of robes, only to trail off as one wide, glimmering eye caught his sight.

The lord Darcia found himself bewildered by this intrusion. She was some shrill, small, red, frog-like thing; glaring at him with a sort of unease that he found almost comforting in its familiarity. Never-the-less, she was quick to shake off her apparent apprehension - instead ignoring his presence completely to bawk a plea to his host. Even with the emperor’s diligent explanations, most of her words utterly mystified him. All Darcia could gather was that it sounded important. Now quite out-of-place, he found himself looking towards the nearest window; this one possessing a far larger crack than the last.

Finally, his companion sighed, pinching the nose of his mask before excusing himself from their conversation.

Do stay here, the request had been, It’s easy to get lost. I won’t be long.

&. so, ever the mannered guest, he waited. 

But human minds were meant to wander, &. ‘not long’ slowly ticked over to long enough for his eye to trace the wisps of mist dancing in the light from the crack in the windowsill. Enough time had passed for the ray of sun to change from rose-gold to syrupy auburn, &. when he leaned over to let his fingers pass through he felt the tickle of a humid breeze even through his gloved finger-tips. The scent of earth was stronger now than it's ever been. It smelt warm &. alive &. like when he would bury his face into the crook of her neck, cradled in the embrace of her waterfall of hair. He heard something flutter, &. as he flinched away the sun was briefly blacked out by a form passing by the window.

His father was an inquisitive man, as was his grandfather before him. Their work was the questions ‘why’, &. the eyepatch he bore now was the punishment for their asking. Darcia walked to the window.

He slowly reached out a hand - hesitated for but a moment - &. pushed open the shutters.

What he witnessed froze him to the windowsill.

A blinding flash of sunlight gave way to a vibrant, fablesque landscape not quite unlike his grandfather’s writings. Warm wind combed his hair, filling his lungs with clean air that tasted of young wood &. detritus rather than ice & smog. He practically gagged on it; the sight stealing his breath as much as giving it. The crimson-golden sun was enshrined by pale pink clouds, &. he watched the tiny forms of what he realized to be animals fly in its light. Mighty, ribbed mountain peaks reached up from either side of the horizon, vying for the sun’s attention. Even from here, he could see glorious, prospering cities carved into their ridges. 

They cradled deserts &. shores &. forests &. even many more towns between them. Darcia felt the press of the windowsill against his stomach, urging him against leaning out too far. But he was straining to listen - he could swear that on the breeze he could hear songs. Melodic whistling, unconcerned with rhythm but composed of patterns that made him recall a book on long-dead birds. The rustling hiss of leaves, crashing against each-other to form a rolling percussion to the melody. &. he swore - he just swore he could make out voices; hundreds of them. He could not make out what they were saying, only that he was certain they were happy. 

&. the trees - oh, the trees! Even from up here did their boughs look as if they might break beneath the weight of their verdure. How long, he wondered? How many summers had passed wherein not a single blade of grass grew in his garden? Here, a minute was more than enough to make recollections of home feel more akin to the remnants of bad dreams than memories.

Why the emperor wished him to look away, he couldn’t fathom. It was such a beautiful view. 

It was so alive.

-- A child’s laughter was what, at last, broke the spell of awe cast upon him.

&. it struck him then, how peculiar that was - he hadn’t seen any children wandering these gilded halls. None but the emperor’s ward, &. it certainly couldn’t’ve been him. They’d spoken little, yet he couldn’t for the life of him imagine the boy so much as daring to disobey his uncle. Another nephew, then? Perhaps a son of his own? The emperor hadn’t suggested a wife or heir when he’d inquired about the young attendant (Hunter was his name, he remembers.), but then again the Lord Darcia’s companion seemed a dedicated man; more interested in the work to be done than entertaining curiosities regarding lineage. 

For that, he was grateful.

Yet it left him now in a precarious position. Unprepared &. stupefied; for children seldom sought the wolf king as a playmate. Fewer men dared to have heirs these days, &. those that did warned their young of his wickedness well before they grew old enough to want to approach him. Hunter had curried his favor by refusing to shy away, if only by nervously sticking to his uncle’s side &. minding to not look the lord Darcia in the eye. That suited him fine. It was enough for him to grow fond of the boy. He wished he’d talk more. 

Perhaps he’d have known what the laughter was for. 

Alas, the wolf king was left to puzzle this conundrum himself. His eye darted about, searching for a source, yet no child revealed themselves. There was only him, his shadow, &. the sun. 

A game, then? 

Before him, shrouded in the darkness of his silhouette, was a step-stool. A simple piece of furniture; a dark, scarlet-tinged wood carved into four legs bearing leaf-like designs. Its soft cotton cushion was lined in expensive white silks &. intricate gold-thread patterning. Even in his shadow, it sparkled. Fitting for the emperor.

At some point, he’d crossed the hallway. He found himself looming over the curious seat, quietly staring it down as echoes of laughter reverberated in his ears. Leaning down, his leather gloves crackled as he grabbed it slowly - firmly - by the sides, &. with all the stiff formality of a man of his class, so out of his depth, he lifted the stool up &. held it above him.

Bathed in golden sun, the lord Darcia - third of his name, king of a crumbling tower in the middle of the sea, overseeing a dying land in a dead world - stood, awkwardly holding a step-stool.

Leather crinkled as he - unnecessarily so, as if making a show - leaned to the side, trying to get a better look of the space beneath where the stool once was. He was awarded nothing but the sound of distant bird-song. 

The stool was put back in place with utmost care, minding to not make noise as he kept his ear piqued for any response.

[luvariadrawing-blog]

🇬🇧: hey, we're going back to jujutsu kaisen with a snow fight between students (part 2 is coming later). You can see my oc Midori there accompanied by Yuji and Toge, as a Bonus you can see Midori with her best friend lila oc de gasaiwendy , as well as a little sketch of Gojo throwing Midori in a pile of snow.

🇨🇵: hey, on retourne sur du jujutsu kaisen avec une batailles de neige entre élèves (la partie 2 arrive plus tards). ont retrouve mon oc Midori accompagné de Yuji et Toge, en Bonus on peux y voir Midori avec sa meilleure amie lila oc de gasaiwendy , ainsi qu'un petit sketch de Gojo qui jete Midori dans un tas de neige.