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Concept art for Birthday boy!

Weighed down by his past

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20th ANNIVERSARY (+2weeks) ART

Big shout out to all my friends even if your character is not here I still love & cherish you all!! It took around 2weeks (with side quests)

The black clover oc family grows each & every day I welcome all of you!!

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Hi wanted to ask if some headcanons would be alright. Of a Noelle that joined the Blue Rose/ was selected by Charlotte instead, if that sounds alright? Maybe how she gets along with other Blue Roses(like Sol or Ocs if you have?)

Ooh! I don't really get a lot of Noelle requests, but sure! I do think that she could fit well in BRK too! Sadly I don't have any BRK OCs

Noelle had been notified about how she was to be placed in the Blue Rose Knights instead of the Silver Eagles. And while she was still hurt by Nozel-oniisama not wanting her in their Family's Squad, she was, at least a little bit, thankful about how he didn't place her in the worse squads

However, BRK was filled with noble ladies, who all seemed to be well in touch with their magic. None of the seemed to have similar issues as she did, which didn't exactly make her feel immediately welcomed. But then again... she was also royalty, so her birth-right was alienating on its own

Sol didn't seem to care about it though. She would be her rambunctious self around Noelle too, and status didn't really matter to her in that essence, which Noelle put on Sol having been around Charlotte for so long that she had gotten comfortable around nobility

But Noelle didn't really know how to exist in the squad. At least Sol didn't seem to tiptoe around her, which, in a strange way, gave her comfort.

And some of the other girls did occasionally approach her about having tea in the garden, or about a sparring session. Which Noelle turned down, because she didn't want to let people see her loose control of her magic

Which eventually will happen though

However, against Noelle's expectations, she's not ridiculed for it, because that's not how the BRK functions. It's "sisters before misters!"

And little by little she begins to open up. About magic. About being a knight. Girl chatter, which they end up having on too many nights that are kind of sleepovers (Charlotte knows that they build a pillow fort in the common room and gossip about boys and clothes and who kicked who's ass, but she doesn't interfere)

They do braid each other's hair and give tips on what works and what doesn't while on duty

With the BRK Noelle gets to embrace her noble side, but not as a solitary experience where she spends her life behind the extravagant four walls of her room.

She does roll her eyes at Sol though, more often than not. But she also does like Sol and would stand up for her in a heart beat

And she starts to, unknowingly copy Charlotte with the eye roll and "men"

Charlotte also stands up for Noelle against Nozel when need be, and makes comments about how Noelle is improving a lot, and how she is very strong

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hello can i ask for a fluff Leopold vermillion x feminine M-Reader who is goth and uses black magic and forbidden spells, i imagine the reader to be a member of the black bull please, thanks in advance for reading

Hello! I did mention that Leo likes doing gentlemanly things for reader due to him being in touch with his feminine side, I hope that's okay! ^^

Pairing: Leopold x feminine m!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~0.8k Genre: General to fluff? Contains: themes of "it's what's on the inside that matters" and "people will gossip" ('cause forbidden magic is a taboo despite the main cast having it), theme of following one's heart, a feminine male reader, start of a relationship fic(?)

Leopold Vermillion. The youngest son of the Vermillion family, was much more observant than most gave him credit for. He was stronger and more capable than most gave him credit for, simply because he tended to be excited. Because he was bubbly and enthusiastic about being a knight and learning new skills.

But he also knew that people tended to perceive him as less than his siblings.

Which was why he had concluded to himself that if people already compared him to his siblings, and saw him as lesser, there was no real reason to tone down his excitement. There was no real reason why he shouldn’t try his best and walk his own journey. And there was no real reason why he should feel discouraged about losing some sparring sessions; after all, he had been sparring with people who had 15 more years of training under their belt on a daily basis.

From all of this, he had taken a few lessons. The very first one was that appearances can be deceiving, and keeping up appearances was deemed more important than it actually was. But it could also be used for one’s own advantage; to make your opponent underestimate you. Second was that there was no shame in losing. It was simply feedback and a lesson on things to improve on. Even if it did suck. And finally, people would compare others to standards that weren’t really sensible.

So, when he first met you while visiting the Black Bulls’ hideout, he didn’t jump to conclusions. Well, jumping to conclusions with any member of the Black Bulls, he had learnt, wasn’t really a smart thing to do. And when it came to the dark arts, the forbidden magic, he couldn’t argue it to, exactly, be rare among your squad either.

The Vice Captain oozed dark and forbidden magic due to the devil pacts he had made, and Nero was only little different from the choices she had made once upon a time. Not to mention Asta, who, too, was in pact with Liebe. While Gordon wasn’t exactly a forbidden magic user, he did have a certain aura that, Leo imagined, made some people weary. And Henry... he wasn’t sure what it was in Henry that made him deplete mana from around him, maybe a curse, maybe something else, but it wasn’t... usual by any means.  

So, he didn’t think too much about the mana that emanated from you.

It felt fitting, in a weird way.

Granted that he didn’t spend all that much time at your hideout, but whenever you had business to deal with in the capitol, he gave you a friendly greeting, without minding the looks some around gave.

He knew better. People aren’t just what can be seen on the surface. And honestly? It looked good on you.

It was bold and unapologetic, but also feminine and made him think that you weren’t afraid of portraying that aspect of yourself as well. That you enjoyed wearing cute things. But cute things with an edge.

Yeah, that was how he’d describe it.

But he figured that being gentlemanly with someone who was in touch with their femininity was apt. So, whenever you met, he gave small gestures. Just little things. So that he could see you smile. And he was happy about you being happy.

“A contagious smile,” he told you. Reminded you every time he saw it no matter how many times if had been already.

And while it took some time, with the scarce meetings and missions in between, he realized that he thought a lot about you.

He thought about what you were doing, how your day was, and when you’d see again. He caught himself wondering about such things more and more. Until he decided that it was enough with wondering, and started paying visits. Because he wasn’t one to sit around and wait.

He’d do something about his wonderings. Thoughts. Feelings. Because he did feel things for you. And sure he knew that there would be people in the capitol who wouldn’t take kindly to the usage of forbidden magic, but he didn’t really care.

It was just something to know and be mindful off, so that when someone would make an offhand comment, because they would, he’d have a reply ready. After all, there were people whispering about his lacking talents behind his back, so forbidden magic wouldn’t be different. Actually, it’d be more of a gossip. And while he didn’t like it, it was something he took as a fact.

People would talk.

But let them talk.

He walked into this, fully knowing what it was. What he felt. And what goals he had.

The only question in his mind was if you’d feel the same.

That was all that mattered.

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Look who's trying to write again

It's me. The answer is me

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THE DOUBLE PAGE SPREAD FOR CHAPTER 379!!

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Well from my experience the feeling I'm gathering from this has to do with essentially "making a hobby into a chore/assignment". So essentially you produce something and uphold some standards or requirements onto it that even you yourself can't quite pin point (I have this with some things as well), and when you can't meet that whatever-parameter-standard-that-even-you-don't-know you get frustrated. And that makes it less fun

But the thing is:

This isn't an English class

I know I have sentence structures that don't really make sense and give away my non-nativeness, but so what? I don't write with perfect grammar in my own language either. Sometimes my sentences don't really make sense there either

The way I write depends on what I'm working on. If it's a small prompt/oneshot/headcanons, I just have my players (the characters) and a setting, and it's basically improv from there. (This is the "dance monkey dance" -writer edition)

With long fics I tend to have a general direction (*makes a swirling motion with a wrist into the distance*), and the main characters, maybe some key events I want to include somewhere. But for the most part I let the story take me onto a journey. And that is part of the fun. Essentially you get to discover what would happen by writing it out, because some things you come up with as you go along (though sometimes you opt for the less likely thing for the sake of funny, which makes it funnier aka better, because this isn't English class. You get points only based on your own amusement and enjoyment)

Your imagination can't take you onto a ride if you don't let it, allow it to sweep you into a stream and just float along the way. Because that is a power of the human imagination. It's Daydreaming+ where you get to read it back to yourself later and re-live the story (occasionally edit or fill in some scenes to flesh it out or add something that makes it juicier, kinda like an artist who notices that "hey! adding a shadow here would make it pop even more!")

I'm not sure if it's really the advice you're looking for, but mine boils down to "don't think too hard about it, just have fun, let the story flow"

Yall im struggling

I have so many ideas for fics I would love to write because I want to see them actually made, but I’ve never written before and for some reason my brain keeps telling me if I write it I feel like it’s gonna make it less fun. I dunno I can’t describe the feeling it’s weird

I’ve also always struggled with writing my whole life and I wanted to know if anyone who has experience could give me advice

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Must.... bother my mutuals.

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Creator of oc -> @purpled-royalty

omg I loved her

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What do you think the v-shaped lines by Fue's eyes might be? Deep-set or eye bags from too little sleep?

Probably both

But I do have a somewhat strong idea in my head for how he'd look like realistically

Maybe one of these days I'll try to make semi realistic art of him again,but I do think he has dark under eyes along with deep set eyes

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Next chapter drop on May first!

(this is probably my timezone so GMT+2)

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Thinking about Revchi. How he's the kind of man who never wanted greatness but also never got peace. He didn’t care about power, didn’t chase status, but the world punished him anyway.

Imagine being someone who just wants to live comfortably, maybe be left alone, but the system is so skewed and so cruel that even your bare-minimum dreams are out of reach unless you lie, steal or betray - so he does. And then he gets scarred, literally and figuratively, and thrown out.

He may hide behind sneers and cynical one-liners, but ultimately he’s just a man who slipped through the cracks and got tired of trying to climb out.

And maybe, just maybe, there’s a version of Revchi in another life who didn’t have to become this way. But this version never got the chance.

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"Dance with me"

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Has anyone else noticed there's been a huge decline in fancfictions that have multiple parts with a storyline and/or don't contain smut/nsfw.

And I don't mean slow burns (Hell I haven't seen one in a year). So many fics these days are one-shot nsfw, multiple parts maybe with storyline but each chapter is smut.

Stories without the smut, or ones that are an actual multi-chapter slow burn, comfort, hurt-comfort, and such just don't seem to exist or when someone makes them it gets zero praise.

It's hard getting motivation because I'll make a post for a popular character/fandom but it'll get maybe 5 likes.

The lack of in depth story fanfics has made it hard to enjoy reading and writing fancfictions these days. I used to stay up all night reading 5-10 chapter long stories of a nsfw free slow burn, or intricate self-insert story.

Don't get me started on self inserts bro, they get so much hate. Gor forbid someone writes a story about their oc, especially if their character is shipped with a cannon character. I get you want a reader x character, but an oc x character are often so much fun simply because some people about COOK on their characters.

It seems the appreciation for fanfics has drifted from actual stories, to a crave to read porn.

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Helena fully rendered ❤️

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Jealousy

Summary: He cares for you deeply, and that is precisely why he's keeping your relationship a secret. Because some would use his feelings for you against him, by hurting you, at least in his mind. But when he sees your colleague being friendly to you, his judgement fails him, and he has to whisk you away Pairing: Nacht x gn!reader Length: ~0.7k Fanfic type: Oneshot Contains: themes of jealousy

Nacht Faust, the oldest child of the now fallen House of Faust, was an idealistic, calculating man whose emotions ran deep; deep as if the roots of the old trees in a forest that had existed for longer than anyone could remember. But he was also a troubled man, burdened man. Burdened by the depths of the emotions, the weight of regret, that he held in his heart. All the emotions he didn’t let climb up those roots, and to the surface of the woods for all to see.

It had never been his intention to let people see them, his fears, doubts; the way he was vulnerable. Because he was. After all, he was just a mortal man too.

But… you had done something he thought impossible. You had dug your way through the hard ground, all the way to those roots, and seen them. Turned the ground, the soil, and breathed air and strength into him, in the way you had loved him.

Him. Someone who bore a sin as dark as the pitch-black night.

It was… unbelievable. Ludicrous even in its absurdity.

But… as much as he feared his ink black heart to taint your hands, he didn’t wish to let go either. A selfish wish. A need. A want.

A wish that was hidden in the shadows, because being associated with him would be a burden. A danger. Which is why you had to meet in secret. Always in secret. To not let the tender emotions of the heart to climb to the surface for all the world to see.

But… not wishing to show it, just how much he cared for you, out of the fear of losing you because someone might use it against him. Hurt you, to hurt him. It didn’t mean that he felt any less for you, as you walked the streets, just like anyone else, while he walked in the shadows.

And it was during one of those sunny days of early summer, that he saw you at the market, just going about your day. You were there, but there… was also a man, who was… seemingly keeping you company. Walking so close to you.

His side… almost brushing yours… and it wasn’t even that crowded. There was no reason for him to be walking so close to you. Smiling at you, in that way. So tenderly and kindly. In a way that Nacht didn’t think he could.

It was just too much. But when the guy went to pat you on the back, Nacht’s patience snapped.

His shadows raced across the market, and enveloped you into their hold. He popped his form up from them, just long enough to glare down the man with his ice blue eye. To make a point. To make a stance. Before sinking back into the shadows with you, only to reappear some streets away in a more secluded area.

“Nacht?!” You huffed while appearing back on the cobble streets. “What are you doing?”

“Protecting you. That guy was up to no good.” He simply stated, as if it was a fact.

“What? No,” you laughed. “Him and I work together. He has a family, a wife and kids,” you continued while still laughing at the absurdity of the moment.

His eyes fell to the side, thinking if his judgement could really have failed so badly.

“He was just being supportive,” you continued while making your way to him, and taking him by the hand.

His jaw tensed for a moment, as he was trying to take in the slip up he had just committed.

“But you were very gallant in coming to my rescue,” you mused while running your thumb over the skin of his hand. “Very brave and gallant.”

He stayed quiet for a few more moments, until his lips parted, and he spoke with a whisper: “Only for you…”

Though you knew that wasn’t exactly the case, you took it, for now. Because he was your knight cloaked in shadows.

How you’d explain being swept into the shadows by him to your colleague was another matter, but… you’d cross that bridge, once you got to it.