Atticus

OCs:

Bai Chiaro - Octavinelle

School uniform Merform Relationships

Sheet School Uniform Vignette 

PE uniform Vignette

Yuusona(s)

Hitoshi Mitsuki

Headcanons

Freshmen as Housewardens 

Riddle’s pin 

Night Raven Valley au

Lilia Vanrouge

Silver Vanrouge

And thank you very much

How are you today?

oh teehee ofc

I’m good today!!

got some sexuality stuff figured out 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼 started drawing some pokemon fanart 💪🏼💪🏼

Crowley is connected to Pomefiore. In Snow White it is implied that two vultures eat the Evil Queen’s body. These vultures could very well represent Crowley. Plus, Pomefiore is stated to be the oldest dorm somewhere. I think in the descriptions of the dorms? Anyhow, Crowley also tends to Apple trees. Y’know, like poison apples? Like Snow White? Also the dark mirror? His opening speech, which mentions someone (Yuu presumably) to be the fairest one of all. And this last part’s kinda just me pushing my agenda, but look at Crowley’s color scheme. The majority is black with blue + purple undertones and gold accents. He fits in better visually with Pomefiore than Diasomnia.

How would Crowley’s backstory and motivations work if you looked at him through the Pomefiore lense? No clue! Perhaps the time loop theory does suggest tenacity, but it also suggests magical prowess, so idk.

just something i think about lol

Vil Schoenheit was a very busy person, all things considered. He had acting and school work and housewarden duties and his rigorous self improvement routines. And although he had been avoiding acting during school months, he had accidentally roped himself into a longer project than expected. Today, that production was coming to an end. What better way to celebrate and unwind than with a spa day with his s/o? So, at approximately 5:00 am, you are dragged from Vil’s silky sheets and taken to the nicest spa center in Foothill town. It’s one of those spas with the saunas and the massages and the nice drinks and such. 

The sauna is humid as hell. You’ve never really liked saunas. But Vil does, and Vil will be shirtless, so what do you care? You end up lying on his shoulder, much to his delight chagrin. The sauna is very sweaty. You could complain, but hey- relaxing Vil. Vil, leaning back against the wooden wall, eyes closed and sleepy. His hair is folded up in a towel, with just a few strands of his bangs stuck to his forehead. He doesn’t really enjoy the feeling of saunas himself, but he understands the benefits of them- so you know he’s just trying to wait out his recommended 10-15 minutes. Why not try to mess with him a little? You poke his cheek,

“Prefect.” 

“Pookie-kins.”

“Sweet potato.”

“Babygirl.”

“Darling.”

“My beautiful Queen.”

“Do NOT touch my face with your unwashed hands.” He says, cracking open an eye to give you a stern look. You very slowly bring up your hand and lay your palm on . . the top of his head. Vil sighs, and closes his eyes again. It’s okay though, because the timer for the end of your sauna time goes off. 

Soon enough you find yourself sitting upright so the spa lady can put a mask on your face. The cold mud makes you shiver, so you turn a skeptical glance at Vil.

“Are these really necessary?” You ask. If you were anyone else, Vil would be scolding you for ignoring the talk that the massagers had just given them- about what each product was and what it did. But he was tired, and he did have a soft spot for you. 

“Of course. It draws out the oil and dirt and such.” 

“Seems suspicious.” That drew a scoff from Vil.

“How so?” 

“Mud. Maybe it has parasites. Crawls into our brains and controls us, and we’re none the wiser!” You say, shifting over to face Vil. Vil offers you a semi-fond, semi-exasperated look. Placing a hand on your hip, he shifts you back to your side.

“Hmm. Can’t say I ever entertained the idea. Don’t roll over now, the mask will smudge.”

You pout, but you stay on your back and just lay there as the spa lady comes back to put the cucumbers over your eyes.

“Does THIS do anything?” This time, the spa lady hears you.

“Putting cucumbers over your eyes helps reduce puffiness, irritation, and it hydrates your skin.” She says. You awkwardly smile, and Vil laughs to himself before clearing his throat. Once the attendant leaves, you pick a cucumber off your eye and glance at Vil.

“Vil, you know what I deserve?”

“What?”

“Your cucumber . .-”

“What a crude way to ask f-”

“-ss. Your cucumbers. Give me your cucumber slices, I deserve a snack.” 

This drew a pause from your boyfriend.

“ . . Sweet potato . . You know what? Fine. Have them.” He peeled the cucumber slices off his eyes and handed them to you. You took off your own, and maintaining eye contact with Vil, you ate all four slices. You’re pretty sure that some of your mud mask was on the cucumber, but ah well. 

The rest of the spa day is uneventful, because you and Vil were in separate rooms during the massages. But, at the end of the day, Vil takes you back to Pomefiore so you can watch his latest production. It’s a lovely movie- even lovelier because it’s the first large scale production starring Vil Schoenheit as the protagonist. 

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