as clear as water

may the fleeting aroma be with those ghostly wings

[sophachipupa]

neuvifuri my beloved🩵💙

[sporkteeth]

the same tender embrace ive been drawing over the past 6 months oopsie

[mintyllete]

The judge’s house was dark. He sat in his small study adjoining the master bedroom, at his desk, having already removed his judge’s robe, and was now in his shirt. On a small table right by the door, a gramophone lazily turned a record. One of Lady Furina’s earliest works, recorded almost at the start of her career. He had bought this record long ago and rarely listened to it, but now was one of those rare occasions.

All leave me now;

this tomb shall be my shelter,

and I wish here alone

to pour out my soul’s sorrow…

Who was that youth who sang with her back then? Did Neuvillette remember his name? He did. He remembered the names of everyone who had ever appeared in Lady Furina’s life, of whom she had spoken during their tea times. Now, without those tea gatherings, the evenings had grown quiet and cold, and playing the records brought sound back into the nights.

Where art thou, my beloved?

All day long I call

thy tender image,

thy tender image!

"Where are you, Furina?" thought the judge, piecing together the puzzle, one fragment after another, assembling them into a single picture. A new pastime from the newspaper kiosk he couldn't pass by. Furina’s clear eyes gazed at him from the image, shattered into pieces, and it was as if he was once again, fragment by fragment, reassembling his Archon, who had quietly left the Palais Mermonia, leaving behind only the faint scent of sea water… One last piece remained, and he held it in his hand, while the record, as if mocking him, grew louder and louder, echoing off the study walls, gaining power and resonating with the vibration in Neuvillette’s chest.

[furinabakery]

color of the blood (neuvifuri)

rated E / 8k / a/b/o heat sex

on AO3 :)

[min-xie]

[hydro-beanie]

anything for the Regina 💙🩵

[hellospaceland]

(/_;)/~~

[6amcoffe]

serenade this fish! 🐟

[die-lian-hua]

husband or desperate pet sovereign? perhaps both

[siomaoart]

really wished they kept the ears :(((

[anafigreen]

them 💔

[vericey]

furina de fontaine really is the epitome of "the character ever." legally, someone eating her cake is comparable to an assassination attempt against her. she withstood five hundred years of psychological torture to protect her country. she’s an engineering genius. she’s addicted to shopping. she once referred to prison as “a one-way ticket to coupon-town.” she prefaces every compliment she gives with a monologue about how impossible she is to please. she imported the most powerful living being in the world and turned him into a french bureaucrat. her signature spells out ME, ME if you turn it upside down. she has dissociative identity disorder. sea creatures attack her whenever she comes close. she treats criminal trials like stage plays. she loves detective stories. she killed god. she’s her own reflection. she doesn’t know how much an onion costs. she’s been guillotined twice. 

[min-xie]

stickers

[siomaoart]

can definitely see this happening to both of them

[m-azing]

imagining your otp doing the forehead touch is literally the most important thing in the whole world. everybody take a second and stop scrolling and imagine your otp doing the forehead touch. okay. you can move on now.

[smellroy]

Edelgard painting I came up with while listening to Black Sabbath’s Falling off the Edge of the World. Speedpaint under the cut

[hydro-beanie]

. . . it's You