You guys know how I love character profiles so I commissioned some of my favorite artists to create profile pages for some of my Black Clover next gen ocs.
These are the children of Morgen Faust and my main oc Josele.
Thank you @koneko-pi @cringeyvanillamilk @crazycookiemaniac and @mikuyuuss for your amazing work!
My introductory post to @/lyranova's Halloween Ball event at @blackclover-emc!
My post/ocs are open for interaction!
Summary: A select group of House Faust's members make their way to the Halloween masquerade.
Pairing(s): Josele x Nacht, Josele x Morgen
Josele's dress | Nacht's suit | Morgen's suit
Dawn's dress | Dusk's suit | Albert's suit | Varg's suit | Valerian's suit | Vivian's dress
Word count: 647
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“Are you sure you all will be fine at home?”
Josele stood at the threshold of House Faust’s front entrance. She wore a floor-length ball gown with a cobalt blue bodice and a skirt that started the same hue and faded to a baby blue. A large bow at the waist and fabric flowers decorated the gown, and glitter made Josele shine like a star.
Despite being ready to attend that evening’s event, Josele hesitated to leave her home and her children who wouldn’t be in attendance.
Standing in the doorframe was Josele’s eldest daughter, Sterling. The redhead giggled and held her mother’s shoulders.
“Don’t worry about us, Mother,” Sterling answered. “Us kids drew lots so it’s not like we can be bitter about not going.”
“You’re sure?” Josele pressed, her brows furrowed.
“Very sure.” Sterling leaned back and shouted into the house. “Now don’t keep Father, Uncle, and the others waiting, Mother!” She turned Josele around and pushed her towards the cluster of family waiting for the lady of the house.
“Right then! Okay!” Josele yelped as awkwardly stumbled forward from her daughter’s push. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Take care of each other while we’re away.”
“Like we’d do anything else,” answered Sterling with a lazy wave of her hand.
With that, Sterling closed the door to House Faust and Josele went to where the rest of her family was waiting in the shade of trees. Nacht and Morgen greeted her with their usual loving smiles, plus a kiss on the hand from Nacht and a peck on the cheek from Morgen. Dawn excitedly bounced on the balls of her feet. Dusk fidgeted with the coat of his suit but there was still a small, eager grin on his face. Albert and Varg were whispering to each other, something about who will woo their beloved better. Valerian popped his knuckles, as if he was preparing for a fight and not a party. And Vivian stared at her mother, quiet and unreadable in her expression.
“Sorry for the hold up, everyone.”
“It’s perfectly alright, dear,” Morgen assured her. “Besides, we’re guaranteed to make it on time. Right?” He looked to Nacht, Dusk, and Varg.
Nacht sighed, “You’re lucky I like you, otherwise I’d be mad at you for treating me like Finral.”
“Sorry, sorry.” Morgen patted Nacht on the shoulder. “Thank you, the three of you, for helping us travel to the ball.”
“Now what are we waiting for?” Dawn exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air. She threw an arm around Dusk’s shoulders. “Let’s get going!”
With Nacht and Dusk’s Shadow Magic and Varg’s Eclipse Magic, the members of House Faust sank into the shadows before rising from them in front of Clover’s grand. Valerian and Varg quickly dashed away to be the first to enter. Dawn yelled “C’mon!” while she grabbed Dusk and Albert’s wrists to drag them along. And Vivian turned to her parents and uncle.
“It appears that us youths shall be taking the lead.”
“Not that you need us to guide you in,” Josele answered. She took a moment to adjust the ribbon in Vivian’s hair before letting her go. “We’ll see you all inside.”
“Have fun, Vivi,” Nacht said.
Vivian nodded then walked towards the palace entrance.
The three seniors of House Faust took a moment to themselves to make any final touch ups to their outfits. Nacht straightened the cuffs of his dress shirt and adjusted his cravat. Morgen shook down the cloak he wore with his suit. And Josele smoothed out the large ribbon that draped down the side of her gown. Both men offered their arm to the woman they loved, to which Josele decided to take Nacht’s arm. However, she did take a second to give Morgen a kiss and whisper, “You get my first dance though, okay?”
Here it is, the family tree if Morgen and Josele got to have their happily ever after...
Since I don't actually have posts for the Morgsele children (yet), let me share some info about them here.
Albert is the eldest child with Varg being his younger twin.
Albert likes to keep his emotions in check and that calmness makes him easy to approach for others. He can be distrustful, having heard people badmouth his parents. But at his core, he's a softie who wants to help others.
Albert's attribute is Prismatic Light Magic. He generates and controls light in multiple colors and the colors of the lights he creates have a variety of effects, such as blue light being able to douse things similar to Water Magic. This attribute is a result of Morgen's Light Magic and the fact that Josele's Emotion Magic which is able to produce multiple elements.
Varg is mischievous and thrill-seeking. Very outgoing and likes to mess with his loved ones. Looks like a delinquent but does his best to avoid any extreme behaviors that could get him in trouble with the law (unless his sweetheart is involved).
Varg's attribute meanwhile is Eclipse Magic. If Shadow Magic is an in-between for Dark and Light Magic, Eclipse is between Shadow and Light Magic, able to utilize aspects of both attributes, such as shadow teleportation and Light Magic's affinity for healing.
Iris is the third child of the family and the first of the non-twin children.
A lover of poetry and romance so a lot of his talking can come out unintentionally flirty. When he needs to think, he tends to overthink and stress himself out. Surprisingly pessimistic at times.
His attribute is Dark Magic. Josele was thoroughly shocked but Morgen understood that it was a possibility considering the Faust bloodline.
Valerian and Friedrich are the second pair of twins, with Valerian being the older of the two.
Valerian is quite the confident one. He's got a lot of energy and zero impulse control. He loves people with "snappy" attitudes who can challenge him.
He got his Wind Magic from Grandpa Thomas. When he discovered his attribute, he became a lot more of a handful for Josele and Morgen.
Friedrich is the quieter of the twins. He's friendly but not all that outgoing. When he's interested in something, he gets deeply invested. Finds his attribute dull compared to his siblings'.
In contrast to Valerian's Wind, Friedrich got Earth Magic. Since it's so different from the rest of the family's it was hard for Fried to get a handle on it without a teacher.
Sable and Blanche are the third, and last, of the twin children. They are also the first daughters to Morgen's delight (he's a smidge of a girl dad, I'm sorry).
Sable is a sweetheart, just like her parents. Very imaginative. Extremely trusting. Somewhat airheaded. She means well but can find herself in trouble too easily.
In contrast to her bright personality, Sable has Shadow Magic. People tend not to believe her when she first tells them what her attribute is because it doesn't "fit" her.
Blanche is Sable's contrast in every way. She's gloomy and withdrawn. She's level-headed and doesn't care for people much.
Blanche has Light Magic that has a lavender tint to it. Unlike Albert's magic, the color of Blanche's Light Magic has no special effect.
The baby of the family is Isolde.
She's quiet and finds it hard to approach others. But if someone else takes the time to reach out to her, she readily opens up.
She's so young that Isolde has yet to discover what her magic attribute is. However, given that none of her older siblings have inherited Emotion Magic yet, Josele is hoping that Isolde will be the one to have it.
Visuals of the kids (oldest to youngest).
Links to fics featuring the kids and their dad: Albert, Varg, Iris, Valerian, Friedrich, Sable, Blanche, Isolde.
Summary: Morgen cares for his son Valerian while he's sick.
Genre: general
Word count: ~700
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Morgen sighed and mentally cursed his weak constitution. He wasn’t so frail as to be bedridden his whole life but his immune system was far from hardy. And it seemed that Valerian had inherited that trait from his father.
I’m so sorry, Valerian, Morgen thought as he carried a tray with a bowl of porridge and tea to Valerian’s room. He could’ve left it to a member of the staff but why would Morgen choose to miss out on time with his child, even if Valerian was sick as a dog at the moment? Maybe you’ll grow out of it one day. Unlike myself…
The door to Valerian’s room came into view. Morgen balanced the tray on one arm long enough to open the bedroom door.
And found his son halfway through jumping out the window.
“Valerian?!”
“Uh, bye!” Even with that short exclamation, it was clear how stuffed up Valerian was. He moved to push himself off the window frame
However, faster than the blink of an eye, he was stopped.
A rope of silver light caught Valerian by the wrist and kept him safely in the room. A low, congested groan filled the room. Normally gentle brown eyes narrowed on Morgen in a show of offense.
“You ought to be resting, young man,” Morgen said plainly. He tugged on his spell and urged Valerian towards his bed.
Valerian scowled but shuffled to the mattress. With another undignified groan, he flopped face forward on the bed. Morgen, meanwhile, took a seat in a chair set at the bedside and set the food tray on the nightstand. Father looked at his son.
Then, there was the sound of a voice being muffled as Valerian spoke directly into the mattress, having not bothered to move.
“Oh you…” Morgen sighed. Then he rolled Valerian onto the boy’s back. “Mind telling me that again?”
With Valerian’s face visible again, Morgen could see that his son was now pouting instead of glaring.
“I’m not that sick, dad…” Valerian attempted to argue. “It’s only a stuffy nose. It’s probably just aller—!” He was cut off by a coughing fit, one so volatile that he winced and curled in on himself. When the fit calmed down, Valerian looked up at Morgen. “Maybe also a cough?”
“Tsk tsk tsk. You take after your mother,” Morgen remarked with a chuckle. “Back in the day, Josie would stubbornly refuse to be doted upon if she was anything less than bedridden.”
“But I just can’t sit still in bed while stuff happens outside without me! Al and Varg are probably out on missions! Iris could be training and I need to train too! And Fried could be going to House Vangeance without me!”
Morgen let Valerian vent and took a moment to stir the porridge, keeping the heat evenly distributed.
“I bet even Sable and Blanche are doing something fun while I’m stuck here sick…”
“Val, you don’t have to worry about missing out on life,” Morgen said. He held out the porridge and waited for Valerian to sit up and take the bowl from his hands. “Being sick is a part of life, albeit an unpleasant part. You simply have to learn how to make the most of the time you spend not being at 100%.”
“How exactly do I do that?” asked Valerian before blowing on a spoonful of porridge and taking the bite. “I mean, you won’t exactly—” He coughed a couple times. “You won’t let me go outside…”
“You could curl up with a book, for one.”
“Boring.”
“You just haven’t found the right type of book to read.”
Valerian gave a half-hearted shrug in reply.
“I can bring you a Sound Magic projector so you can listen to music. You could take a long soak in the bath with some expensive bath salts. Or maybe I could be convinced to go to the butcher shop and buy your favorite jerky.”
At that last suggestion, Valerian paused mid-bite.
Morgen wasn’t proud to offer a bribe but it couldn’t have been wrong if it was merely between father and son.
