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A collab with Kentawong94 (on Twitter or IG). He did absolutely amazing, please check it out! And this is a rare thing for me but we did this fandub in Cantonese, it’s our native language!!
Summary: “You are trusted. You are followed. You are to stand above, and to stand with others. And if anyone tells you that is naïveté, they are nothing but remiss.”
Character focus: Kalim al-Asim
Word count: 1194
*This fic is also on FF.net, Quotev and Ao3
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A/N: Even an angst writer can’t taint the pure cuteness of Kalim’s Union birthday personal story… 🥲 Have some fluff as a gift, everyone! Happy birthday Kalim!
**Spoilers for Kalim Union Birthday story and voice lines**
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“Oh hey, Silver! Glad you came!” Kalim jumps up from his seat as his friend approaches.
In a panicking movement, Carpet quickly pulls Kalim back down. The birthday boy is still splattered with cream and Carpet hasn’t finished helping him clean it yet.
Silver briefly scans the amount of work poor Carpet has to do, “I hope fa… Lilia-senpai didn’t go all out.”
“Oh no, it was super fun!”
“That’s good to hear,” Silver remarks in all sincerity as he gives Kalim his present, “It’s nothing special, but I hope you find a use for it.”
“I know I’d love it, thanks!!” Kalim gives a big grin as he sets the present next to him, saving the unwrapping for later (lest he annoys Carpet again). He gestures for Silver to find a seat near to him.
"I propose we send Malleus to school." Oh, perhaps Lilia forgot some formalities. He bowed, of course, but Silver is fast approaching an age where he should require more formal training to obtain his sorcerer's license. It is a perfect opportunity, now, as well, to work the same route for Sebek and to socialize Malleus into the world with those of their generation.
His vision of a Twisted Wonderland with peace between the fae and other races rests on the prince, after all.
The queen's expression is mixed between amusement, and curiosity. "Elaborate."
He is not surprised to have the floor, pushing back his long locks. They've long needed to be cut. "I want a world where those of my ilk are only terrifying stories told to children. I am long stained with blood and battle. While we have known peace, and the Valley opens up more and more to the rest of the world... If I am to perhaps live to see a new era, it will come from the future king's experience and willingness to interact beyond these borders."
"Perhaps, is this why you adopted a child of man to raise as your own?" The queen questions.
He can only smile. There are many reasons. "My queen, Night Raven College is perfectly equipped, and safe, to handle his education in that regard. It houses students of many walks of both life and race on the campus. I wish to send him for his educ--"
"Lilia." The queen interrupts. He falls silent. "I have long stopped denying your goals and whims. You have served the Valley in its best interests in all your days. You stubbornly refuse to retire, and raise knights to protect my grandson in the years to come. I am not the one you need to convince. If you wish, I will join you to speak to the Senate." Then, a wry grin to his queen's lips. "But if you to propose this alone, I will not stop your more creative methods of persuasion."
Oh, he can feel his face light up. "Thank you, my queen. I shall go immediately."
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His queen awaits him outside the Senate chambers, he is not surprised to see her upon his exit. The debate was fairly... robust, wasn't it?
"Come, walk with me." It is an offer.
"Of course, my queen."
It is easy to be by her side. He has had this place for many years. Though they do not head toward war, no, no, to the roses outside the castle walls. Ones she's tended to herself for many years--and her grandson now takes up some work in her stead. They are beautiful, as they are now in bloom.
"We are ancient now. I feel my age in my bones." She starts. "The scars, the burns of iron in your flesh; I wonder, Lilia, are they now more numerous than skin?"
"I can no longer tell." He responds honestly.
"The children of men press onward; their fates more intertwined than ever before--their technology grows by the day, and I wonder if opening the Valley, even if a little, may be a harbinger of doom. Or, perhaps this era of peace you dream of among the terrors of your mind is a reality we could find. But, long as I have professed, I trust you."
"One may find that a mistake, my queen."
"I would have never let you pick up blade or burden if you were not worthy of trust."
"I am honored to know that."
"Oh, stop spewing your drivel. I have known you longer than even my own departed king. Must I scold you often?"
"Until my last breath, I think."
"Cheeky."
"Always."
"Malleus sneaks out often to see you and the two. Your plan is quite obvious--foster a deep loyalty for the to-be king and the new generation of warriors. Yet in these few years, his heart is clearly lighter."
"I would hope so."
"Do you have plans to travel between now and his admittance?"
"No, though I must arrange to leave Silver for the school year. I will talk to the Zigvolts about keeping an eye on him if he doesn't want to stay. I doubt he will. I am a little worried to leave him on his own."
"You--ah. The Senate offered a caveat, then."
"Yes. If they are to allow it, he will require a guardian. I would rather throw him to the wolves, as it were. I cannot help but think anyone would baby him a little too much, even myself."
"He will always be that hatchling, clinging to a piece of egg on his brow..." A wistful sigh, for happier days. "I plan to step down in the next century or so, Lilia."
"Oh? So soon?"
"When I step down, I will take to travelling, to see this changed Twisted Wonderland. I do not think it will benefit Malleus if I remain oft in the Valley. At that time, will you retire and come with me, or will you stay at his side as an advisor? Perhaps, let me ask a better question: when are you going to let go?"
"My queen, even when you step down from the throne, I will come to your side as you need. I believe we are both--relics of a time long past. Why not enjoy our remaining years experiencing what is beyond the Valley?"
"Then make sure to take care while you--" There's a chortle from her. "--ahaha. Ah. You, a student?" Her arm is well in his, but she bends forward as she laughs heartily. "How w-will you even manage?"
"Shape-shifting potions--I am thinking to be small and cute, what do you think?"
They spend hours laughing, and in that, the future feels bright.
Idia’s and Ortho’s childhood fandub (Japanese + English)
*Major spoilers for Chapter 6*
I fandubbed a part of their childhood because I love children and angst lol
I think I was doing good when they were actual children, but when Idia grows to be voiced by Uchiyama I died hahaha… Not low-pitched enough also he talks too fast 🙈
I coloured the illustrations of the 15th anniversary book,it took the life out of me :"D
Scans by @/sizu4950
With text:
Deciding the colours was tricky, my friends helped me too,but the most annoying part, ironically,was editing them together. But it's done, I'm dooone!!! The original illustration is so beautiful,I tried to trace the lineart as closely as possible
I'm particularly happy with Lacie-Alice-Alyss
Here's Leo-Oz-Elliot (since I had to draw most of Elliot,I made the cape go swoosh), and of course Golden trio,dear babies
Look at Sharon and Break!!
I'm hitting the picture limit,so I'll add a drive link with the photos, and also add them in a reblog
I would like to request purple hydrangeas with Malleus. Romantic scenario please. Thanks so much!
Purple hydrangeas... the flowers that signify a desire for deeper understanding.
Was this a nightmare dressed as a daydream?
When you cannot understand his ultimate decision.
The First Flush of Spring.
Come alone to the park when the full moon is at its apex. There is a flower bed by the swing set. I will be waiting for you there with my answer.
Until then,
-- M.D.
Every time you ran your eyes over his letter, heart fluttered. You traced his elegant penmanship with a finger, each sweep leaving a light, tingling sensation upon your skin.
M.D.
You trilled out a loving sigh. The fire in you flared, sending a new rush, a thrill, racing through your bones.
You were certain that Malleus Draconia had bewitched you--and the worst part of it was that you didn’t even care. You were far too drunk on love, lost in its web of saccharine whispers.
His smile set your blood ablaze. When he looked your way, your feet felt as though they were lighter than air. The very thought of him filled you with longing, with the desire to spend a lifetime in his arms.
You would happily cast aside any prince or knight that tried to convince you to leave your tower--for you had fallen for the dragon that guarded it.
For him.
For Malleus.
It had peaked at the height of spring, when your accumulated courage finally blossomed. He had still been flanked by his bodyguards when you rushed up to him, making your feelings known to both him and to the world.
“I-I like you, Malleus-senpai! I-I’d like to get to know you better, so... P-P-Please go out with me...!!”
What had followed were Silver’s quiet gasps, Sebek’s appalled shouting, and Lilia’s bemused chuckles. Staring from the other students. Malleus, for his part, had been the picture of composed, the shock only evident in the widening of his eyes, his hitched brows, the slight pursing of his mouth.
“You...”
His cheeks had colored like pink roses, the dainty color dusting his pale skin and bringing out the brilliant emerald of his eyes. A blush that rendered him speechless, and without an ember to his great name.
Had you managed to cast a spell on him too?
You hugged his letter to your chest, your face heating up at the memory. How awkward, how cute, he had been.
I will be waiting for you there with my answer, Malleus had written.
Summoning me out of the blue like this, asking me to come see him alone... I-It can only mean one thing, right?
You gulped.
And set to preparing for your midnight outing.
You found him walking among the flowers.
Malleus cut a handsome profile, his skin almost pearlescent in the moon’s glow, his hair a cape of ebony as a light breeze swept it over his shoulders.
He moved with grace and elegance befitting of a noble, his horned shadow gliding over the flower bed. Every plant seemed to bow in his presence, making way for the fae.
You slowly approached him, making an effort to clear your throat as you, too, dipped into a bow.
A courtesy to your prince.
“You came.”
His statement sounded like a question.
“Of course I did. I... I wanted to hear your answer,” you replied, managing to somehow not mumble. “You sure know how to pick your meeting spots.”
“I wished to command your audience. And,” he chuckled lightly, “to spare you from any prying eyes and ears. After all, this is a private matter, correct?”
Private matter...
Your chest drummed excitedly. Its tempo so quick, your torso felt as though it were on fire.
You dared to open your mouth, to ask the forbidden question.
“M-May I know how you feel about me?”
His face complicated--still calm, but locked deep in contemplation. Eyebrows so close they were nearly kissing, and mouth pulled into a little frown.
You pictured him picking his words as though plucking petals.
At last, he offered, “I... am also quite fond of you.”
Your heart leapt, hope surging through you. “Then...?”
His next words slammed into you like a punch to the gut.
“I apologize, but I will have to reject your proposal.”
Your face dropped.
Ice shot through your veins.
Your fairy tale froze over, slipping free from your hands and tumbling to the concrete pavement. Upon contact, they shattered, flying into the flowering night. The moon and the stars bouncing off of their sharp edges.
“I... I thought you liked me,” you stammered, scrambling to catch what remained of your feelings. “D-Don’t you?”
“I do. But we cannot... court one another as you wish.” Malleus did not avoid your gaze. His reptilian eyes seemed to see right through you, exposing your very soul to him. “I am betrothed to another.”
“What? I’m sorry, I... I don’t understand.” You gave a shaky laugh, trying to hide your sadness. Blinking back the tears. “Tell me why. Please, tell me why...!”
“It has been preordained by ancient strictures.” He closed his eyes. So peaceful, so resigned, in spite of the words leaving his lips.
“As crown prince, I have certain obligations and duties to uphold. That includes marrying a suitable partner, a noble that can help to ensure the peace and prosperity of the Briar Valley for years to come.”
“Th-That shouldn’t matter!” you cried indignantly. Your defiant voice filled the entirety of the dark park. “What about your own feelings?"
What about our happily ever after?
Malleus regarded you with a stoic silence. His face was a look of a beautiful heartbreak. Without tears, without words--yet it tore you in two, clean down the center.
“I am not granted the same freedoms as you are.”
“That’s not fair! You... You’re just as much of a person as anyone else. You’re allowed to feel things like anyone else!”
“... This extends to beyond you or I. I must do what is right for the sake of my people and for my country.”
“The laws,” you tried again, this time hoarse. Eyes watering madly. “You can change the laws--overturn them, get rid of them, something.”
“Even were they to cease to exist this very moment, the arrangement would still hold.
“Again, I’m sorry.” Malleus attempted to smile--an act of reassurance, both for him and for you. “This is a decision I have made of my own accord, independent of what has been dictated. It is... what is best for the Briar Valley and its future.”
His voice was scarcely a whisper. “Please. Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”
In the darkness, his highest points were tipped with silver, granting him an ethereal shimmer. His resolution, as sturdy as any mountain. His visage, a shining beacon of hope for his people.
A star in heaven that you couldn’t reach.
“Ah... Ahahahah.............. hah...”
Your laughter wobbled into the bleak sky.
In the end, I never had a chance to begin with. I was living in a fantasy. In some world he can’t understand. And he... lives in a world that I can’t understand either, no matter how hard I try.
You clasped your hands over your heart. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, streaking your skin with all the fire and the passion you had contained within.
“I-I get it now, Malleus-senpai. I’m sorry too--sorry for troubling you.”
His expression softened. “You haven’t troubled me at all.”
He reached for you--
--but his hand abruptly stopped short, hovering mere centimeters away from your head. Malleus hesitated, curling his fingers into his palm. His nails dug into tender flesh, knuckles turning pure white.
He pulled back, letting his hand fall to his side.
“I wish you nothing but happiness,” Malleus murmured. “... You will have to find that happiness without me.”
You forced yourself to nod. Breathing in deeply, you continued to sob under a veil of silver moonlight.
He stayed by your side until you stopped.
Destined to be nothing more than a guardian dragon, never your prince.
Summary: I will fight for you when you cannot. And in doing so, I fight for us both.
Word count: 1472
*This fic is also on FF.net, Quotev and Ao3
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It’s not that Lilia never had an inkling that this day would come, he just chose not to acknowledge it.
Such a wonderful, magical occasion, a reunion between a long lost prince and his royal family. And, in the spirit of goodwill, Lilia could’ve helped sounded the trumpets, adorned the throne room with bursts of colours, and woken up the stars just to shine upon them —
A Whole Old World English cover (fanmade Kailm & Jamil character song)
As promised, here’s the English cover~
Please note that this isn’t a direct translation of the original composer’s lyrics. In fact I’m gonna talk a little about the English lyrics I wrote below (because spoilers):
A song cover of a fan-composed character song for Kalim and Jamil. For the original song, please see the description of this video, it’s truly a wonderful song!
I have written English lyrics and will post an English cover of this song soon so please keep an eye out 🤗
I’m gonna briefly talk about the thought that the composer put into this song under the cut because it involves spoilers for book 4 UwU
Summary: If counting becomes memories, memories become pain, pain attests he is living, then when can he rest?
**Warning: Character death. Mild spoilers for main story chapter 6-52**
Word count: 754
*This fic is also on FF.net, Quotev and Ao3
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00 00 04
The raindrops seep in through his pale skin, leave streaks of iciness on his defenceless nape, and drip off the fringes that hang before his lowered head. The moistened mud and grass climb onto his bare toes and his knees on the ground. Lilia does not utter a word of protest.
From the darkened forest, Malleus emerges, in robes blacker than the usual black. He regards Lilia with rare, soft eyes, but keeps a distance.
“You’ve come, Malleus?” A slight smile graces Lilia’s lips, Malleus could hear it, worrisomely so, “You’ve come 4 days ago already, you didn’t have to…”
“Do you intend to stay outside in this weather, Lilia?” Malleus cast magic over himself to divert the rainwater, and he suspects Lilia wouldn’t want it, so he doesn’t offer, “That child would be worried if he was looking.”
“He would.” Lilia presses his forehead against the guard of the sword in front of him, the sword perched vertically on ground of their empty front yard.
So my cousin in Japan finally decided to send me back all the things my dad bought for me since 2 years ago till 3 months ago and hhhhh my main 3 fandoms in one package 😭🤩🥺
“Live with no excuses and travel with no regrets.”
The World, Upright: completion, integration, accomplishment, travel
The World, Reversed: seeking personal closure, short-cuts, delays
He is well-traveled and wise, having accomplished much in his long life. Now he has a new purpose, a new aspiration: safeguarding the future for his friends and his family. Each journey is one that he cherishes, each memory a chance to reflect and gain an appreciation and a better understanding of the twisted world. From the old, emerge anew.
Reveal the Shape of thy Soul…
… Lilia Vanrouge!
With the vernal equinox came spring cleaning: the one time of the year when Lilia might be so inclined as to organize his things.
Truly, a once-in-a-blue-moon event.
Diasomnia had a tendency to collect dust in its dark, hallowed halls—but this trait was doubly true for its vice dorm leader’s quarters. Lilia’s room boasted all manner of strange and mysterious items, souvenirs from distant lands and secrets from shrouded pasts. Mounted on the walls, tossed at the base of his bed, spilling out of drawers. Everywhere.
Each day, Lilia seemed to collect more and more, letting his piles fester. It was a wonder how even he managed to locate anything in that mess (though if you were to ask Lilia, he would pout and insist his space was “organized chaos”).
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