#the vanrouge girls

[onegianthotmess]

I decided to make this because I thought it’d be really cute!

I imagine that Divian and Lilia have a little gallery wall in their cottage with photos of them and all of their kids, adopted and biological. There’s black and white pictures of them with Malleus and Mealodie, pictures of them and Silver from when he was an infant to his adult years and his wedding, and endless pictures of their girls throughout their childhood. The wall has extended to a room and a little up the stairs since they have so many pictures and neither of them could bear to part with any of them.

All of those pictures hold special meanings! They show small moments of life that they hold so dear to them and it would be like trying to forget those things happened if they took any of them down!

Also, Lilia has very detailed scrapbooks that he keeps somewhere in a storage room in the cottage. But the books that are the most detailed are the “baby books” he’s made for all of his children. He even has books for Malleus and Mealodie since he couldn’t find another way to organize them and that was basically how he fell in love with scrapbooking.

Here’s the unframed full image!!!

[suntails]

winter

[aimapandu]

Pijama party family bonding time!

[rayroseu]

Meleanor and Dawn's dream be like✨✨✨

why make this?? because:

Knight of Dawn deserves to bully Henric for a little bit✨✨✨

and crack theory that what if these two faces actually foreshadows Raverne's or Crowley's face lolol JDHJAJFJW Raverne never skipped mewing even if he went MIA for centuries frfr

[yippieitsarvensart]

Lilia x monster hunter

more based off of mhs if you couldn't tell

[fearmeeeee]

Prince's sword

[qwakque]

dooodlees

[offorestsongs]

a villainess doesn't get to end up with the prince.

low-quality silverflame posting time! with some vague lore! i don't have the energy to do anything more polished rn but i still wanted to get the idea out

[italoniponic]

[neoninky]

On top of finishing the latest chapter of my Diasomnia canon x oc fic today, I also made a sequel doodle to this post

Papa Lilia, Part 2 (featuring his off screen lady husband waifando who knows better than to let him poison feed their child his cooking lol)

Also baby daughter lore!

Her name is Hildie Vanrouge 🦇🎀 It's adorable and also Hilda means 'battle maiden' which is the most perfect name for Ex-General Vanrouge who also sings in Death Metal’s little girl 😂

Also woe unto anyone who even ponders about the possibility of them breaking lil' Hildie's heart in the future. Big Bro Squad (TM) ain't having it…it gonna be even worse if/when they have daughters OOF

Also I’m pretty sure Hildie just becomes a less angsty Marceline when she becomes a teenager lol.

I know y’all will wanna see this so here ya go: @hanafubukki @masquerade-of-misery @iscarlettappel @foxwitchaine @nuitthegoddess @wysteriadelights @yunaemiya @valy-gc @aiimee9 @aquaburst3

[slimegirlrock]

twisted aggie

[anekogia]

Lilia's parenting 102

Lilia: Son, back when you were in elementary school, and those fae kids gave you a hard time, what did I say?

Silver: You told me I was extra special and that they were just jealous.

Lilia: And if they were still giving you a hard time, what did I tell you to say?

Silver: "My father can have you and your bloodline eliminated with one phone call."

Lilia: (^ー^)

[suntails]

governance

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Lilia, Epel: Blessing Givers, Curse Breaker

Lilia’s vignettes continue to be gold! He “humble” brags about how his voice is great, he’s sooo adorable, and such an ikemen… (Apparently he realized he was cute because people would give him free stuff and help on his travels and when he first came to NRC!) Best part was definitely when Lilia described cooking for his dorm members and they were “so touched” that they bowed their heads, covered their faces, and/or cried 💀 NOT THEM PUTTING A PICTURE OF MALEFICENT DRAGON FORM ON LILIA'S BIRTHDAY CARD… His vignettes also mention having the strength to overcome “a curse” 😭 Cruel reminders of the tragedy that unfolded in his past, and bis unfulfilled search for a cure for Silver... TWST devs, you sickos/j

A Tale as Old as Time.

Three fairies crowded around a cradle, its curtained hood up to obscure the infant within. Green, pink, blue—each was dressed in a particular color. They glanced at the baby and at each other, mouths agape to discuss their blessings.

Safeguarded within the platinum frame was a celebration of life and a future yet to be told. The fragile start of a brand new story.

Lilia wanted to protect it himself.

���Looks like some fancy shindig.” The remark came from Epel, who gazed upon the same painting. "Erm... I mean, party. That is what it is, right...?"

"They've come to bestow gifts upon a newborn princess. Royal affairs can be a bit stiff, I'm afraid. Can't even show up to one without an invitation! Some hosts are just sticklers for tradition and protocol."

"Oh, I got it!" Epel visibly perked, cheeks appling with pink. "It's a different kind of gathering. Back home in Harveston, they're a lot more informal. Family and all the neighbors coming by with plates of warm food, a makeshift band and folks dancing, catching up by the fire... It's so lively."

Lilia’s lip curled, the corners lifting into a slight smile. "It's good to know that your hometown hasn't lost its charm."

"You've visited before?"

"Once, long ago," the ancient fae chuckled, "when I was still a stubborn and stony-faced youth. The people of Harveston opened their hearts and offered hospitality. From what you've told me, it's clear that the very same spirit from then persists to this day."

"Gosh, really?" Epel puffed up at that, as though he were a peacock flaunting his feathers. "Hehe, wellll, Harveston does have a way of makin' ya feel cozy and right at home, even if yer far away from it!"

"That it does." Lilia's eyes traced the wall of artwork before him. The colors, shapes, and textures. "Twisted Wonderland is so vast and diverse. I've traveled far and wide, experienced a great deal of cultures, yet I always find myself anchored to that one special place called home. There is no comfort like it."

There’s no place like home.

A twinge pulsated in his chest. The pain, marring the nostalgic warmth he bathed in. Lilia did not let it show—not to his underclassman, not this child that stared at him with such eagerness.

He swallowed.

“How do you celebrate in Briar Valley?” Epel asked. “Can you tell me about your traditions too?”

“Kufufu. You’re keen on learning, I see.”

“I didn’t always. I’m sure if you asked Vil, he’d give you a mouthful about how ‘uppity’ and ‘full of myself’ I was at first.” Epel groaned at the thought of another lecture from his dorm leader. “… But recently, I’ve been thinkin’ it’s not too bad to hear about how others experience everything.

“Meemaw—my grandma—goes to the city to sell our farm’s produce. She has to switch up how she talks to speak to the locals. I noticed our mayor too, when he talks to tourists. So learning about new people and cultures can’t be a bad thing.”

Epel’s eyes were wide, sparkling with wanderlust. Wistful and longing for the world that awaited him.

Perhaps Lilia had worn the same expression before, at the moment of his epiphany. When had he realized it? When the elderly couple had draped a blanket over him, when they shared a meal, when they spun him the stories of their lives, or when he sat at the cradle and relived those times to a still dormant Malleus?

The warmth in him expanded, like a gulp of soup trickling down his throat, then splashing in his stomach. It had been a humble broth of vegetables, and yet it satisfied him down to the last drop.

“We’re really not so different,” Lilia explained with a grin. “Food and friends are all you need to have a good time wherever you are.

“However, if you are particularly fortunate, you just may have a guardian fairy descend and give you blessings as well.” He indicated the painting of the three fairies hovering over a cradle. “Like so. I believe this infant was gifted with song, beauty, and…”

“Song and beauty?!” Epel’s expression crinkled. “Who decided on those, the parents?”

“The guardian fairies themselves. They choose what they believe will bring the blessed child happiness.”

“They could’ve given the kid something more…” Epel vaguely waved a hand. “I don’t know, useful? Why not strength so they won’t lose any fights? I’d be happy with some more muscle of my own…”

Lilia laughed, soft and low like a midnight whisper. “Why not indeed.”

Because time steals away everything eventually, hissed a voice in his head. The truth, bare and bitter.

The edges of Lilia’s vision quivered. A memory resurfaced—blink, and he saw himself in the frame, his long shadow cast over the crib. Blink, and that was Silver nestled in the fabric. Blink, and the castle was abandoned and covered in thorns.

A fairy robbing a crib of its cursed child.

“Strength is good to have,” Lilia said slowly, “but it will not last forever. Not many things do.”

Still… If I could have one wish, it would be…

The only force able to break the spell set upon Silver. The one feeling he was certain he was incapable of. A love so pure and honest, it was known to be true.

Something he wasn’t worthy of.

True love.

Not him. Not the grimy, low-born bat of a dubious past—as his most unkind of thoughts would insist.

He was the same as them. He had condemned Silver to walking in the night, had made the decision for him. The instant his hair had turned from pale sunshine to the moonlight of his namesake, it was too late to unwind the clock.

Which had he cast—blessing or curse?

The longer he looked at the painting, the more mocking the gentle, rounded faces of the guardian fairies seemed to become. Guiltless, oblivious beings, they were.

They would never know of his plight.

Lilia scoffed. “If the fairies wanted the child to be happy, they should have granted them that strength.”

That which was impossible for him.

"The power to overcome a curse.”

"... The power to overcome a curse, huh?" Epel quietly mused. "Not even Vil-senpai has that kind of strength--and his unique magic is to cast curses! Until the conditions are fulfilled, it can't be broken."

"That's the trouble with curses," Lilia agreed. "They're finicky, depending on how they're woven. Some may even last a lifetime without ever being lifted. Others may spend their own lives seeking out cures."

The story of his life. He was always searching for something, something, something. Lost friends, how to hatch a dragon's egg, true love to dispel drowsiness.

Now, a happy ending.

Lilia released a sigh through his nose.

If only.

"Well, if magic can't make that wish come true... we'll just have to make it a reality ourselves, won't we?"

[nicoleallmighty]

I… I just—

[0rchidm4ntis]

gift for my darling friend ell @memoryoflife <33 these two should jam together 🎸🎶