Sunflower_Vers

Ukrainian self-taught artist🇺🇦, she/he/they, rn fixated on IDV

[a-ash-hh]

Different Types of Kisses (Part Three : Scars)

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(Part Two)

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Norton didn’t like looking at himself. Whenever he passed by his reflection, he couldn’t help but recognize every imperfection that lingered across his face. The scars were obvious, and the burned eye that he’ll never see through, the scorched-off patches of hair that he tried to hide beneath his bangs. He hated when people stared at him, because he knew that they were staring at his burns, that stupid mark he’ll wear for the rest of his life. He could never get away with hiding his face from people, of course, but at least he could hide the ones on the rest of his body.

That was, until right now. He hoped that the dim light of his bedroom would conceal most of the damage, but if he knew anything about Alice, it was that she was very observant, even in the dark. Her fingertips brushed against the burns on his chest, making him shiver at the unfamiliar contact. He was torn between regret for letting himself be this vulnerable with someone and just giving in to the affection she was currently showering him with.

Her hand made its way to his collarbone, then his shoulder, up to his neck and the burned side of his face. Norton swallowed hard and prayed to whoever the hell is up there that she couldn’t feel how much he was shaking. Stupid, he mentally cursed at himself, You’re a grown man, she won’t hurt you, stop acting like a goddamn child.

Alice looked so fixated on him, as if he were one of those paintings in the hallway, and she was picking out every single detail. Carefully, she inched closer and kissed the burnt patch of skin, just above his blind eye. Her warm lips traveled in the opposite direction of where her hand went, and soon he could feel her breath fanning the side of his neck, then his shoulder. She was kissing just about every inch of scarred flesh she could reach, and not once did he try to stop her. His eyes eased shut as his arms snaked around her waist.

She kissed him like the burns were fresh on his body, like her touch alone was the only thing that could possibly heal him. Norton couldn’t think, his mind was too clouded with the sight of her lips on his collarbone, journeying even lower until he was struggling to keep his breathing steady, and for a moment, he was finally at peace with the thought of his reflection.

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another one :) added in my hc of norton being blind in one eye

[a-ash-hh]

Different Kinds of Kisses (Part Two : Cheek)

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(Part One)

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The air was decently warm as Norton stepped into the greenhouse, and behind the glass walls, the blue sky was streaked with pale clouds that veiled the sun’s golden face. Taking a seat on the small steps, he began to take a good look around at all the scenery, as if he were admiring a painting in some art gallery, but it wasn’t the flowers or the heavenly skies outside that caught his attention. No, instead, his eyes were gazing at a certain journalist standing at the other side of the greenhouse, who was capturing a few photos of the recently grown flowers.

He was sure that she heard him come in. In fact, he knew she heard him, because the moment he stepped inside, her head turned ever so slightly towards the sound, and he could swear that he saw a faint smile on her lips when she noticed him. God, he didn’t know what it was about her that made him so mesmerized. Her hair? Her eyes? The way she spoke, or the way she laughed? Hell, all of the above?

It soon became damn near unbearable for him to just sit there and stare, so he finally managed to stand up from the steps and walk over to her. Norton looked over her shoulder and glanced at the flowers she was trying to take a picture of.

“Nice shot,” he said, to which she immediately jumped in surprise. The camera clicked as the photo was taken, instead capturing the wall in front of them and not the intended flowers.

“Norton! You surprised me!”

“Did I? You didn’t see me come in?”

She smiled again, and there was something almost mischievous about her gaze.

“No, I suppose I didn’t. You know how absorbed I get in things like this, don’t you?”

He bit back a smirk. “Right. Then, I guess that means I ruined your photo, huh?”

“Yes, you did,” she said. “And you’re going to have to make it up to me somehow.”

Norton glanced back at the door. Nobody, they were completely alone, and he could feel the soft heat rising to his face. Carefully, he lifted his hand and cupped the side of her face, running his thumb along her cheekbone. Smooth, like the skin of an apple, and tinted a rosy hue. He took a small step forward, until there was hardly any air left between them, and leaned down to press his lips against her cheek.

Her skin felt warm as he kissed her, nearly the same as the sun that was currently shining down on them. She giggled softly, and he fought back the urge to just put his mouth on hers.

He pulled away, still holding the side of her face.

“Is that good enough to make up for it?”

Her fingers slowly curled around the knotted scarf he wore to keep him from moving. Not that he was planning on leaving anyhow, but the firm feeling of her hand tugging him closer was making him feel dizzy.

“Not quite,” Alice hummed sweetly. “I think it’s going to take a bit more than that.”

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more norton being down bad

[nightwonder7]

A declaration of love

We see that Norton tends to suppress his emotions. Out of habit, he never really shows what he actually feels, and he comes off as taciturn as a result. On the other hand, Fool's Gold doesn't hold back nor bottle his emotions up. He expresses himself however he pleases, and he is pretty straightforward about it. He is just Norton without any filters.

I can picture a scenario where Alice's and Norton's relationship starts to evolve: Norton would never admit that he has developed any feelings for the journalist, denying anyone who dares to poke him about it. Even pushes back his own thoughts that might entertain the idea. He makes sure to keep a certain distance from her, no matter how much he actually wants to get closer. Perhaps deep down he is scared of rejection as he thinks Alice is leagues above him. And he doesn't want to lose her.

Then when FG enters the scene, suddenly he is unapologetically affectionate and flirtatious. He stays close to her and follows her around. Plays with her hair and holds her. Utters sweet words to her. A very obvious declaration of his feelings for Alice.

And when Norton comes to, he would be absolutely horrified by all the things he had done as FG. Forget the hunting down and eliminating his fellow survivors. Forget losing their trust because of it. All that didn't hold a candle to the utter disaster that was being so blatantly open with his feelings for Alice. He can never come back from that. He wishes he could just sink into a hole and disappear. There is no way Alice would reciprocate his feelings. Not to someone like him.

However, it turns out Alice did have similar feelings for him, but didn't think he wanted anything more platonic between them. She didn't want to ruin their friendship, so she didn't pursue those feelings. In a way, even though it was a tad too much, she was glad FG made things clearer for them. Well, although the cat was now out of the bag, a long conversation was needed between them in order to figure out where to go from here. Neither of them are experienced with this, afterall.

[a-ash-hh]

Different Kinds of Kisses (Part One : Forehead)

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“It’s late. You should be asleep.”

The sound of someone’s voice nearly made Alice drop her candle. She looked towards the doorway of the living room and saw the shadowy figure of Norton standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Breathing a sigh of relief, she placed the book she was holding back on the dusty shelf and faced the quiet intruder.

“I could say the same about you.”

He shrugged and turned his head away. “I’ll sleep better knowing you weren’t breaking the rules.”

“Since when did you start caring for the rules?” she chuckled.

“I don’t care when it’s me,” he said, then took a few steps forward. “And besides, you look like you need the extra rest.”

Conveniently, as if to prove his point, she yawned and rubbed her eye with her hand. Still, Alice tried to hide her growing exhaustion by lowering the candle from her face, hoping that the lack of light would veil the dark circles beneath her eyes.

“I’ll be okay,” she reassured.

“I don’t believe you.”

He was standing right in front of her, and in the dim glow of the candle, all she could see was the front of his button-up shirt and the outline of his suspenders. Gently, he lifted his hand and pushed back the hair framing her face. He wasn’t wearing his gloves, which meant that his touch was much more careful than usual. Alice’s eyes flickered between giving in to the sleepiness and staying awake to investigate.

Norton leaned down and pressed his lips against her forehead, lingering like an apparition for a moment, before slowly pulling away. His name left her mouth in a quiet whisper, though now she was much too tired to fully realize what she was saying anymore. His hand moved from the top of her head down to the side of her face.

“Get some sleep.”

As if it had all been a dream, she opened her eyes to see him already walking out of the living room, leaving her alone with nothing but a dimming candle. Alice smiled to herself and lightly touched the spot on her forehead where he had kissed her.

Her investigation would have to be postponed until tomorrow evening.

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idk how many of these I’m going to make but I love writing kiss scenes so we’ll see

[sulituayyn]

NIGHTINGOLD APPRECIATION POST after the ramble I put out not too long ago 🧍‍♂️

[sulituayyn]

I heard your requests are open sooo👀

Maybe could you draw FoolsAlice 👉👈

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!!!

I’m 100% finishing this but I thought I owed you a WIP for the fantastical request!

[mintytealfox]

Some stuff I found on Twit that Norton is saying on the current event ;;

NORTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON

LINK

And her is the LINK for the second one

Fine I am being convinced that Benny and Norton were extremely close and greatly cared for each other FINE I will relent that Benny actually cared for Norton and wasn't just using him FIIINNEEEE ;;

[quoththeowl31]

"Alice is Dead"

The past few days had been a complete blur; Alice knew she had been pulling strings and favors to remove her, Norton Campbell, and Melly Plinius from the newspaper headlines after the manor went up in flames. Apparently the Kreiburgs had the same idea when it came to Frederick's involvement (he still held the name Kreiburg even disowned after all). The only name left was Orpheus but even then that was only an alias for him; his true identity still remained hidden away behind his own secrets.

"So...what are you gonna do now?" The gruff voice of Norton Campbell broke her trance. She had been staring off into space a lot over the last few days.

"I'm...not sure..." She answered honestly. For the first time in a long time she wasn't sure. Her focus had always been on the manor, her friend's whereabouts, and the events of the past. Now it was up in smoke and she felt an overwhelming wave of grief coming over her.

The sudden feeling of rough hands gently grabbing hers away from her teeth brought her back again. Norton held onto hers firm but gentle; he was no longer trying to put up a veneer of hostility to drive people away.

Alice looked up and in his eyes; Orpheus had done a number on Norton in their fight. The Prospector nearly losing his life as Alice watched from her hiding place, frozen, until the ax was raised and the words were spoken:

"Thank you kind sir..." Suddenly she felt her feet move and hand move to her camera. A single flash immediately stopped Orpheus, forcing him to drop the ax before she grabbed it and used the blunt end to hit him in the head, sending him to the ground and off of Norton.

It was over before she knew it and Orpheus who looked up at her with those same eyes he had as a boy and in those eyes was a sense of betrayal. She had hit him. She had hurt him.

This was the point where she realized nothing would ever truly go back to what it once was.

Had she always wished for that?

Norton was alive though. Bloody, but alive.

He was healing, the bruises were fading and cuts healing. The biggest change though was that one of his eyes had turned color. The eye that was scarred from the mining disaster looked darker almost black while the one on the other side of his face had remained the beautiful green color it originally was. It was almost symbolic as Norton now seemed to have changed...or let something go or becoming whole.

"Alice is dead..." she muttered. Norton's eyebrow raised.

"I...what?"

She sighed.

"Alice DeRoss is...was my real name...It still is but officially Alice DeRoss was declared dead and died in a fire in an orphanage years ago."

"Alice...hmm...you look like an Alice," Norton mused. "I remember hearing about the manor massacre at some point as a kid. Lots of talk of a "cursed girl" then nothing.."

"People are beginning to board the ship" Mrs. Plinius announced. She had secured all three of them tickets to a middle class room on a ship leaving for America. Norton and Alice stood up, grabbing what little belongings they decided to take with them.

For now they would go to America and work with Melly Plinius as her assistants for research or so the cover story that Alice had come up with would say.

They had to lay low for awhile; even Alice had to admit that the amount of power and money behind the games was something that put her in over her head but it pained her to have to let it go. Where was the justice in this? In running? What about the victims of the games?

"Y'know..." Norton started. "I don't think you're cursed or anything. If it hadn't been for you saving my ass I'd be in a ditch somewhere rotting. I think it was pretty damn lucky you were there."

"Are you trying to flirt Mr. Campbell?" Melly asked with a subtle playfulness in her voice. Norton only let out a 'hmph' before moving along, his cheeks are little red. The younger woman let out a small chuckle; they've really only known each other for a short period of time and already the three of them were teasing each other.

Alice looked back at London before boarding to another life. She hoped that when Orpheus...Orphy healed he'd find his own new path independent of her while she found a path independent of the manor. For now it was time the both of them had to let go.

Alice DeRoss is dead after all.

[mintytealfox]

I was listening to music on random again, as I do when hunting for story stuff to think about, and I came across this song that sounds like people are hanging out and dancing and having an overall BLAST and it makes me wonder if, in the Eternal Manor, they get these once in a blue moon nights of peace and fun.

Like the boss is gone for the night lets party vibes -wheeze- (I mean we get those deduction skin voting and partying sooooo~)

Picturing all the characters just grabbing things from under floorboards and other hidden places and all collecting in the big dining hall, (that we got to see in the recent Cage of Yesteryear), and partying like its the 1910s and 1920s again ;w; dancing and drinking and playing pool and other games you would see in those times as well~

and it also got me thinking that since a lot of the characters are from aroouuuunnnd similar time periods, what about those that are from different times like Lucky Guy for example looking like he is from the 1980s -wheeze- Doing those wild 1980s dances like the 'shopping cart' , break dancing, and the WORM type of dances -WHEEEEZE-

Just the IMAGE of Lucky Guy doing the worm (or rather, trying to PFF) on the floor and Norton stopping in his tracks to stare at him and just 'whaaaat are you DOING...????"

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When it comes to the Da Capo group and I can see Alice, Melly, Frederick, and Orpheus being more familiar to the upper crust way of partying which was more along the lines of waltzing, gossip, drinking, upright and all that.

But all four of them have likely experienced a proper party or two like when Melly was still a maid and living with her family I bet that had some fire parties during town festivals and such with jigs and reels and all that which is what Norton is most familiar with~ Some of the poorest towns and places knew how to get together and throw a dang good community party heh (when I think about it I think Fredrick still hasn't been to a proper party actually lol)

In Norton's og community, that he grew up in, he likely stayed in a corner and watched not feeling overly welcome because of the bad wrap his dad got and now him in his father's place. But once he could go out to other mining communities, where he could start fresh and was only going to be working there for a short while before moving to his next job, he would probably be a great conversationalist and genuinely enjoy his time~ I still don't see him dancing lol (likely having a good excuse of his lungs hurting him ;; ) but I bet he knows all the dances after watching and studying everyone ;;

ANYWAYS

the song lol

[nightwonder7]

The manor rules may state that residents cannot spend the night outside of their own rooms, but they didn't say anything about the mornings and evenings.

Sometimes, Alice and Norton will sneak out of their rooms to visit the other during these times. In the evenings, they will sit with each other and talk until the visitor has to leave to their own room for the night. It's a little risky to stay over too late, or else they might fall asleep together. It did happen a couple of times, and after they got caught and punished for it once, they became more cautious.

Visiting each other in the mornings became more common. One would sneak out of their room at the crack of dawn, still in their sleepwear, and slip into the other's room. They would just lie in bed together and cuddle until they had to get up for the matches.

The awkward thing, though, is when they have to get back to their room again to get ready for the day and running into other survivors in the hallway on the way, still wearing PJs.

[edgar-rain]

A few sketches of Norton 😏

[sulituayyn]

+ bonus noot noot from previous post…

[sulituayyn]

The sketch looked better I promise 💀 never let me attempt to color anything ever again euch

[edgar-rain]

In the end, she got caught spying again...))

[sunflower-vers]

(author of AU is @mintytealfox please check her out her works are priceless!)

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Hii! So, in two words, I really wanted to show some appreciation to Minty' work and art, with her being one of the artists that showed me Nortalice at first, capturing me into the trap of love to that pairing!

While sketching in free from academy exams time, I drew those two with some fan designs for recently created by Minty space AU.

Kinda just my vision of these two, LMAO </3

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~ ξ⊗‿-ʖ-⊗)ξ ♡ ຽ(`⊕◡⊕’) ~

So, yeah, that's kinda how those two appeared. Tho it is a pretty wobbly rough sketch, and probs designs won't make much sense, but it was really fun to sketch them even so! ✧

I hope you won't mind that I'm drawing them- but notify me if you do, I'll take that into consideration for the future!

Below this point there's mostly rambling about some thoughts behind designing these two, so feel free to skip if not interested! ^^

Tried to add as much as possible details of Fallen Star for Nort, the jacket, shoes (got a headcanon that the stars on toe protection part formed thanks to time and buildup of minerals while he was floating after accident), technical belts, all that.

He's kinda supposed to have more of a uniform while still on a ship, but the one you can put on spacesuit, or carry some instruments if needed, hinting that he was still on a ship when accident occured

Was thinking of Fallen Star' star-shaped bracelet construction on left forearm as parts from tracking devise, maybe the star itself is the one(?) while still damaged in the future, but still working thanks to survival of some crucial parts

(or maybe the core star of future Norton consumed crucial part of the tracker freezing it in time in a way? Who knows, just ideas!)

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As for our sunshine Alice, I was sketching with a thought of her's kinda more day-to-day outfit, still suitable for journalism and different surface conditions, giving her needed mobility, but not too bulky or too technical as with Nort. She partly has the same as Nortons jacket (Fallen Star' one) pattern on pants and shirt (I'm really bad with names of clothes types even with my first language, so English suffers from it too, sorry), star symbols as of indicating on space journalist job, hidden pockets on insides of jacket, and shoulder bag with camera and some documentaries of info, besides other handy stuff

Tried to cooperate serious but still welcoming, trustful, almost pure feeling needed in journalism, and still kinda catch her essence and silhouette from the game- dunno if it really worked in the end, lmao </3

Anyhow, I really hope you found it catching, interesting or at least fun!

Thank you for the attention!

✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ ♡

[coffibuni]

when you get the flare and pallet stun combo and u dont have excitement in duos

[a-ash-hh]

The first time Norton ever initiated physical contact was in the middle of the night. Alice woke up to the sound of rustling beside her, as if he was just getting back into bed. Another nightmare, she assumed. It was common for him to get up and walk around the room after a bad dream, anything to get his mind off of whatever horrors came to him in his sleep.

She expected him to keep his distance, just as he usually did, but instead, he shifted closer to her and wrapped his arm around her torso and gently pulled her against him. Norton laid his head on her shoulder and didn’t move, just continued to hold her close to him without a sound. He must’ve assumed she was still asleep, and Alice didn’t want to frighten him, so they stayed that way until she was too tired to keep her eyes open longer.

The next day, he didn’t say anything about it, and even tried to deny it when she mentioned it to him, but she still assured him that she didn’t mind. After that, she’d wake up to his arms around her waist more often, until it became such a routine that his quiet movements behind her didn’t even wake her up anymore. Instead, she’d open her eyes in the morning to the sight of him sleeping so soundly beside her, his face hidden in the side of her neck.