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It's the 5th for me so happy birthday Lion Man!!

(Only self-indulgence below the cut)

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Mereoleona and Vanessa are an underrated ship. Send post.

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I wasn't fast enough in bringing her more food 😂😭 despite her having been fed about an hour before

I really don't know how she manages to be so expressive

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I really don't know how she manages to be so expressive

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Official 10th anniversary art!

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An old art with Lucille. Here she is in the outfit she wore at Noctiluc's estate (it's funny that I like this outfit the most out of all of hers, even though Lucille herself hates it, lol💩) In fact, this art is a bit incorrect, as her skin should be darker. To answer a possible question, although the lands of the Noctiluc family are very warm, Lucille doesn't get hot in this outfit because it's lightweight and breathable, and it's completely white.

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@/thoughtfullyrainynightmare gave me an idea and I had to.

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What Tarot card would your blorbo or OC be and why? Either from the Major or Minor Arcana

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An old art with Lucille. Here she is in the outfit she wore at Noctiluc's estate (it's funny that I like this outfit the most out of all of hers, even though Lucille herself hates it, lol💩) In fact, this art is a bit incorrect, as her skin should be darker. To answer a possible question, although the lands of the Noctiluc family are very warm, Lucille doesn't get hot in this outfit because it's lightweight and breathable, and it's completely white.

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What, if anything, are Baal and her kids dumb about? Like, is one of them textbook dumb and struggles to get a C in history? Does one of them miss social cues? Ocs are fun when they have a little “weakness” to them, I think, so I’m curious. 😆

Hmm… I’ve honestly never really thought about this before, but I can definitely say a few things about Baal’s kids.

Bismarck is the typical “perfect” older brother. He knows everything, studies everything, and always tries to be at his best. But if he went to a modern school… the school psychologist would definitely have a lot of questions for him.

Malen can’t stand math. He’s a very sensitive and creative person — he loves literature, art, music… but sitting down to deal with numbers? Nope, definitely not for him.

Reigan only studies what he’s interested in. He’s not dumb at all, but if something doesn’t grab his attention right now, he’ll just ignore it. Maybe he’ll care about it in the future, but right now — not at all.

Lenor, because of her blindness, can’t study in a fully traditional format, but she absolutely loves music and is always drawn to it.

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Guilty

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Looking Up

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Noire grinned at Revchi as she sat down on a wooden bench. “Well, I must say. Things are looking up for both us wretched ol’ thieves.”

Revchi rolled his eyes at her, a couple feet from her next to the sidewalk. “Though you’ve had it good for much longer now than I have.”

“Eh.” Noire shrugged. “But you’re the one who spent less total time in prison between the two of us.”

He let out a humph. “By a month.” But Noire could see he was trying hard to keep a straight face and hide the frown lines along his forehead with his hair.

“Though I guess it must also be hard to go back to the Purple Orcas, after everything you’ve dealt with there,” Noire conceded. “You sure you don’t want to join the Black Bulls instead?”

Revchi folded his arms. “If I ever have to work with that anti-magic brat, I’ll turn back to crime again instead.”

“His name is Asta,” Noire reminded him. “But damn, okay…Ismene’s also refusing to rejoin the Black Bulls right now. We’re not good enough for even you guys?”

Though her laugh was half-hearted. She knew the reason for Ismene’s refusal was that she believed quite the opposite. And right then, perhaps it was for the best, considering there were still some Black Bulls yet to forgive her for her past defection to the Eye of the Midnight Sun. “How is Ismene, by the way?” Noire asked.

“Don’t know. She seemed fine enough the last time I saw her, but she doesn’t exactly talk about herself much…” He twirled a strand of his dark hair. “Though I do know one thing. She and Valtos seem to be an item now. Good for them, I guess.”

“Really?” Noire raised an eyebrow. “Gueldre owes me some money then. Oh. And speaking of him.” She stood up. “I’ll need to let him know, bless his little heart. If he ever intends on hurting you again, I’ll personally kill him.”

Revchi let out a hearty laugh. “Thanks.”

Noire put her hand on his shoulder. “I mean it.”

“Oh, I know.”

Noire hugged him. She felt him tense under her embrace, then slowly, he wrapped his arms around her back. Sometimes, she mused, remembering their first heist together fours years ago, wonderful things can still grow out of regrettable actions.

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Commonalities

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The capital prison had not changed at all since Noire was released, two years ago at that point. Well, at least the parts of it that still functioned normally, and weren’t destroyed by the elves a couple months ago. Those parts were still being repaired, by the prisoners themselves, weirdly enough. Though if Noire had to guess, those in charge of that project weren’t really going to take this opportunity to renovate anything there either.

It still had that same chill, despite the heat waves of summer. It was too dark to see in the cells, yet the lit hallways were blindingly bright. Always gave her a headache either way from the eye strain.

Despite a pain emerging right then as she followed Captain Jack down the hall, she hummed. She’d been doing it for a good minute or so, but then Jack suddenly stopped, turned around to face her, and said, “Shut it.”

Noire raised both her hands up and gave him a lighthearted grin. “Alright, alright.” And aside from the occasional tic from Jack, they were both completely silent for the rest of the stroll until they finally reached a certain cell.

“You have ten minutes. You can knock on the door if you’re ready to go early, and I’ll let you out.” Jack unlocked the door and opened it for her.

“Thanks!” Noire slipped inside to find more bars, as well as another figure on the opposite side of those, standing in front of a wooden bench and staring at the ground. “Hey! I’m Noire Plume. Thanks for letting me see you. I joined the Black Bulls a couple years ago. I heard about you, and I was curious, so I thought, while I’m here to visit another friend, I could meet you too.”

The figure lifted her head up to look at Noire with big, tired, almost lifeless purple eyes. “…Hello.”

Noire pressed her face against the bars. “So, how’s life been treating you?”

“Um…”

“Sorry, dumb question,” Noire said. “Uh, I’ve heard about your magic before. It’s really interesting! Would you mind if you showed me your grimoire for a second? I love studying grimoires, you see.”

“Okay…?” The prisoner sat up and displayed her pale yellow grimoire in her hand. It had a dark three-leaf clover on the center of the cover, surrounded by three intricate overlapping rings.

Fancy. Noire couldn’t help but swipe it through the bars. “I’ll give it back in just a second. Promise!” After spending a moment flipping through a few pages, she turned back to her, expecting the usual shock or rage at Noire’s impulse, but all the prisoner had was a blank look with her dull eyes, as if it was too much of a bother to even give a reaction. “Hey? You good?”

She blinked and looked back up at her. “Ah…I’m sorry.”

She was sorry? Noire was the one who ripped such an important possession right out of her hand. “How about I check this out another time…” She passed it back, and the prisoner silently put it on the bench behind her.

Noire snapped her fingers, even though no sound came from it because of her short black gloves. “By the way, your name’s Ismene Melas, right? Or, I heard that in the Eye of the Midnight Sun, you were called Isa. Would you still rather go by that?”

The woman gripped onto the front of her tee shirt and let out a small shudder. The dark eyes finally began to shine, with a gaping rage. “I’m not Isa.”

Noire grinned. So she does still have some fight left in her. “Ismene it is, then. Perfect.”

Ismene’s exhale was shaky, and she continued to silently shiver. “Hey,” Noire said. “Is all that you’re dealing with getting you down? Being stuck here? Whatever it is you went through in that cult? Betraying us?”

Ismene looked into Noire’s eyes, mouth trembling.

Noire nodded. “I get it. You’ve hurt a lot of people, including the ones you love. Broke their trust, their hearts. And now you have to live with the consequences of that. That’s enough to make anyone want to give up. Take this time here to grieve. To feel bad for yourself, about yourself, whatever floats your fancy. After that, you can decide if you want to keep despairing or not. And hey.” She reached her gloved hand through the bars. “Once you’re done with all that, if you’d like, let’s be friends.”

Ismene blinked. She stared at her hand, and then at her. Slowly, she lifted her own, and with a faint grip, shook it.

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Happy Scarlet & Kaledona Day!!

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August 3

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What Tarot card would your blorbo or OC be and why? Either from the Major or Minor Arcana

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What Tarot card would your blorbo or OC be and why? Either from the Major or Minor Arcana

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Drinks with Ismene from @valtoswife 🍺🍻🥂🍷🥃🍸🍹🍾🍶