Mimi, a little french girl, fan of Professor Layton games, write and draw sometimes, love stories and drama a lot more that I should
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I tried my best to do something correct X3 so here it is ! Hope you will enjoy it, I really had fun drawing your fiery Artemis ^w^
@mortallychaotickingdom
@narumitsu-lawlu your fanfiction is delighful too, dear !
And yes, @mortallychaotickingdom is a Master when they draw ! >~< so cool ! And wonderful ! And colorful ! And a lot of -ful adjectives x3
I made it
Ça c'est le Saint Graal des fics XD pour quelqu'un comme moi qui ai facilement tendance à la dépression, c'est très important ce que vous faites !
Toutes les disquettes de sa vie (en lui réunies, son âme sœur, son égérie, le héros de toutes ses envies)
Une fic Kaamelott où Arthur essaye désespérément de draguer sa femme. Plottwist : ça tourne mal. Tout le monde s'en mêle. La 3ème va vous surprendre.
Bon anniversaire @katewalker ; tu peux pas savoir comme je suis heureuse te t'avoir trouvée ♥♥♥.
OK, so I have been charmed by the serie Miraculous, Adventures of Ladybug and Chat Noir ( dammit this was way more serious than what I was expecting >< so cool and this damn cliffhanger at the end of season 4 ! ) and I am ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE with Mayura / Nathalie and their design >~< really, I just HAD to draw her and I wanted to do something different after a week of stressful exams and I just thought that ancient dresses would fit perfectly >~< so here it is, tell me what you think of it ^w^
Mayura, the Peacock
New drawing X3
I did a redraw of a famous scene from the Disney movie "Atlantis" But with Aurora from Azran Legacy X3 also I changed her clothes and damn it was hard to draw her as if she was some kind of cristal girl XD
Hi Everyone.
Here is my English Translation of the Japanese exclusive novel Professor Layton and the Wandering Castle.
With this, all 3 Layton books are now available for English speaking fans.
Credit for the novel goes to Level 5 and Akihino Hino.
Credit for providing the scans of the Japanese Novels goes to shinjinotikari17 and TheL5Project on Tumblr.
I hope everyone enjoys the book and fingers crossed for some new Layton media sometime in the near future.
An idea I had a long time ago, it just popped in my head someday : what if Hershel and Desmond were some kind of thieves like Arsène Lupin ? And this happened.
I know, they are probably a little bit out of character but hey, I needed some Desmond teasing his younger brother ! Enjoy ^^
"What pseudonyme did you take this time, again ?
-It is Jean Descole, dear brother.
-You really like french names, do you not ?"
Their eyes met and they smiled, a smile as genuine as it was sincerely amused. All around them, dancers were dancing, people were talking, servants were working so this evening could be the most magnificent of all. After all, in a city as popular as London, during the Belle Époque, all had to be perfect, especially if you were a young and noble man and if you were trying to impress your public by showing them how wealthy you were.
Everywhere, all around the manor, there were so many beauty and charm that the atmosphere itself was like enchanted. The musicians were playing their music, Degas, Gramophone Waltz. Women looked as splendid as mythological ladies, dressed in blue, white, red, purple, all colors and styles, their hair carefully put in buns covered in pearls and feathers. French, English, German even Russian gentlemen were there, dancing or courting the ladies, speaking about politics or new cars wich were more and more present in each and every cities of occidental countries.
Among this wealthy crowd, looking at the ballroom and the people in it, were two gentlemen. It was a very common thing in a place like this, but our story would not have been the same if they were just some normal gentlemen.
They were special. By their look, firstly. The first one embodied exactly what an English gentleman looks like, with his high hat, a dark brown one on which a beautiful and shiny little rubis could be noticed to sophistically decorate the hat itself. He was dressed in the same shades of brown, only a small bow tie reminded red and his shirt took the colors of a sunrise, full of orange and some shades of light brown and dark red too, almost crimson. The heels of his shoes remained silent, their noise was covered by the music, but he had this stature and this assurance no one except a very perfect man would have had. His white-gloved hands hold a long and precious-wood-craft cane on the top of which was set a amber stone. His dark brown eyes and his polite smile had already made young ladies hearts melt, more than once.
The second one was not as wise looking as his colleague. He looked more like a dandy, less obedient, more wild styled. Dressed with a more fading tone of brown, almost beige, and shades of english violet, he was the kind of man women looks at while blushing and whispering behind their fans. A beige cloak thrown on his shoulder and no classy tuxedo for him, but a superb purple shirt, with no tie. He had no hat, unlike his comrade, but his hair was darker and tie on his neck with a curious ribbon, as red as his eyes, eyes which were resting behind ffine and discret glasses circled of silver, and decorated with a precious and shiny diamond. His own cane was also held by gloved hands but his gloves were black and his cane was thiner, hiding, like many others, a blade in it, but it didn't make it lose its style and own beauty.
They have been invited to this party by a certain Bill Hawkes, a new politician and aristocrat from London. He had inherited of an very rich uncle when the man died last year, and the new rich, frivolous man didn't restrain himself long before exhibiting his fortune. He was the kind of man someone could trust easily, be fooled by and becoming his servant, enslaved by promises and wrong choices. Behind this heritage also lied the blackmail of corrupted politics. Of course, nobody knew it but it was more money for him. And, with this money, one of his hobby was collecting works of arts. The second one was inviting important people to his parties.
So, tonight, this was both these hobbies that lead the two gentlemen in his residence.
"The countess Angela owns a wonderful river of diamonds", said the one with the purple shirt.
"Since when do we steal honnest women ?" replied the one with the hat.
"Come on ! She already likes me, I could easily take it~
-You really are annoying, dear brother... You never stop playing. I thought you preferred the Boticelli in the living room ?
-Oh, I do ! It talks less and does not have an insuferrable little dog... Well, as for you, you like his brooch, do you not Hershel ?
-Indeed, the ruby on it is splendide. Also, it's gold. A real work of art, Desmond."
The two of them smiled again before Desmond began to laugh.
"Oh, and forget about the Rembrandt in his room. Now, excuse me but I have a young lady to dance with~."
Hershel smiled, amused. His brother enjoyed really much his own amusement, more than their business.
"Then I will go and talk to our dear host. I would like you to take care of his painting while I take care of the brooch. After your dance of course."
Desmond looked pleased by this plan and nodded a bit. The following instant, he disappeared in the crowd. Hershel smiled and took a step to come closer to his target, Bill Hawkes.
He was blabbering with a charmant red-haired lady, whom the gentleman found beautiful. Then, he left her for a moment and smiled to the gentleman.
"It is a real pleasure to have you here tonight, sir," he said. "I hope you enjoy the party.
-Very much, indeed", he courteously replied. "You are a very distinguish person of London, after all.
-Thank you my friend, thank you", he answered with pride. "I may be rough right now, but I have not seen you dancing with anyone tonight, milord. Do you look for some company ? I know a perfect lady, an english woman, who would be glad to...
-I am afraid I have to decline your offer", the gentleman interrupted. "I am not looking for a feminine company. "
The two of them then began to talk about politics, like many others here, and then about business and art, and the gentleman was found to be an expert, even though he did not reveal his knowledge entirely to his new friend. And, as the conversation went this way, while Hawkes was sometimes looking at the others to introduce them to his new comrade, he didn't notice that his brooch was gone.
Finally, when it come to an end, the gentleman politely thanked his friend and took a step to go on the balcony, alone, but a hand was put on his shoulder.
"Pardon me, milord, but may I ask you for a dance ?"
Hershel looked at her, because it was a woman who just asked him to dance. She was the girl with whom Bill was talking to, a few minutes ago. And the gentleman though again that she was beautiful.
Firstly, she had put her fiery ginger hair on a bun, embellished with white pearls and a single white light feather. Her dark but tender eyes looked at him with honnesty, however hiding a playful or impish nature behind these long eyelashes. Her dress was green, but a dark shade of green, as an emerald veil decorated with other pearls and some lace work, as if she herself was a jewel.
Yes, she was beautiful, but the young gentleman had no time for some frivolous pleasure.
"I may seem to lack of manners but I am afraid I have to decline-
-I insist, sir", she smiled while taking his hand and bringing him among the other dancers.
The gentleman tried to excuse himself but she didn't let him go and soon, both of them were waltzing.
"Second Waltz, Shostakovitch", she whispered. "What a pleasant melody, don't you think ?
-Indeed, miss", he quickly answered. "But...
-What a nice brooch you have", she interrupted without her smile to vanish. "What a pity you should hide it in your pocket... this ruby circled of gold is a chef-d'œuvre."
Hershel could have been afraid of her telling the truth to the others but, when you are a gentleman, you have to act like so. He smiled lightly, a smile between amusement and curiosity.
"Then you better take good care of your ring, miss. Emeralds and sapphires are worth an interesting price."
But, instead of feeling intimidating nor scared of her fortune being taken from her, she laughed lightly and kept on dancing.
"Oh, I do not worry about my jewellery, I have observed you during the party. You are polite, well-manered and really preventive toward women, sir gentleman. May I ask your name ?
-Henry Ledor, dear madam.
-Do you not know that lying to a young lady is what gentlemen do not do ?"
The said gentleman hesitated for a minute, without stopping the dance. He was not supposed to tell his name, that could bring them troubles regarding their activities. He took a random name he saw on the list of guests but it did not fool her. After a moment of thinking, he smiled and did not completely answer.
"I presume you are Claire Foley, the daughter of Earl Foley ?"
Now, she was surprised. She would have stopped dancing if his partner wasn't following the tempo perfectly. He was really a very good dancer.
"I do not remember having introduced myself, though.
-I know your name from our dear host, the man you were talking to before I myself did. He is under your spell and beauty, milady.
-I can not say the same about how I perceive him", she sighted tiredly. "He has no manner, no politeness, because he is like playing a role... Ah, these politics !"
Hershel laughed, sincerely. Well, considering the fact that his own brother was acting so flirty with a lot of women, he could not really agree with her. You did not have to be a politician to act so roughly toward women. Miss Foley smiled again after a minute and let him lead the dance, as if she trusted him enough to lead her wherever he wanted.
After a moment, the music stopped. The gentleman bowed before the young ginger lady as she did as well. Then, she took a pocket watch and looked at the time, her impish smile painted on her face. It took Hershel a few seconds to recognise his own watch.
"How did you...?"
The lady smiled and looked at him in the eye.
"I did not know you could be so easily fooled by a simple woman like me, dear unknown."
The gentleman did not know what to think, how to think, to be precisely right. He didn't planned to be caught by the eye of a so charming lady who, he was certain of it, had him under her spell. She was beautiful, of course, only a blind man would have thought otherwise, but she had this light in her look, the light of cleverness and playfulness. She was so much more than what she looked like.
With a kind laugh, she gave him his pocket watch back. But the english man smiled again and took her hands in his to make her hold the watch.
"You are not a common person, milady, so take it, as a souvenir..."
She was surprised but looked at him while he leaned to her, before whispering to her ear.
"My name is Hershel Layton."
She jolts to the name and opened her mouth to talk but the lights just faded in the instant.
An anxious gasp of surprise waved through the ballroom and, after a few seconds, when the lights came back, her mysterious cavalier was gone.
"Thieves, they stole me !"
Bill Hawkes was almost hysterical, shutting all around him that he had been robbed, that they took him his wealth, yelling at his servants and butlers.
Curious, as many of the guests, Claire approached the man and she could see he had a paper in his hand.
"What happened, sir ?" she asked.
"They stole me ! These two sons of the devil, they stole me !
-But who are you talking about ?" insisted another woman.
He angrily gave her the paper and the lady read it loud.
"Dear Bill Hawkes, thank you a lot for the Boticelli and the brooch of yours, they are splendid. Also, we are sorry...."
"Sorry about what ?" asked the woman.
But Claire smiled, took the card and turned it before reading.
"... but the Rembrandt is a copy. Sincerely, H. L and D. S"
Most of the guests laughed because they found it amusing that thieves would sign their crime. But a woman, the countess Angela, screamed in surprise.
"My river of diamonds ! My necklace !"
Then another man realised he has lost his ring, another one had lost his watch, another his chevalière.
"They stole us ! Who ever dare ?!"
But, while everyone was bumbling and babbling about the unknown thieves, Claire fixed the paper. H. L ? Was it possible ?
Unconsciously, she strengthened her grip on the pocket watch.
Outside the manor, near a fiacre, Layton looked at the place with a fugitive smile. What a mess they caused !
"So," yawned Desmond inside the cab. "Will you come or not ? I am exhausted, I need a good cup of Darjeeling tea".
Hershel sighted at the impatience of his brother and went inside the fiacre before it began to move in the night, silently, through London.
But Desmond knew there was something in the mind of his younger brother, he was rarely that quiet and that happy at the same time.
"Did you meet someone at this party, dear brother ?" he smiled, impish. "Come on, I know that look, you found something or someone really interesting. Tell more to your older brother~
-Stop teasing me", he sighted. "She will probably not remember me...
-Oh ho ! "She" ? Who was she ?~
-Desmond...
-What ? You've never shown any interest in women before, I am curious ! So ?"
Understanding that he would never be in peace unless he talked to him, so Hershel consented to do it.
"It is Claire Foley..."
Well, a slap would not have shake him the way the name did.
"Wait... Earl Foley's daughter ? No way ! You fell for his daughter ! Ahaha !
-Desmond, stop it, it was just a dance !
-Hum hum," he nodded. "That's why you gave her your precious pocket watch and was leaned to her like this ? Do not think I did not see you both, waltzing on the dancefloor~ I am the one who switched off the light after all."
The gentleman could not help but blushing and looked away.
"Did I ever tease you about your flirty behaviour, Desmond ?
-At least, I could teach you how to properly flirt with her~
-Desmond !"
The older brother laughed a bit but Hershel could not really blame him. He would never dance with women, nor would he court them. But Claire Foley, she was not like other women, she had something in her eyes, she was... particular. She was someone, someone he would love... to see again, of course !
"Stop talking nonsense", he sighted. "And tomorrow, I want you to give madame Angela her jewellery back. She does not deserve to get her property stolen.
-Rhaaaa come on ! She was so proud of herself, it was unbelievable !
-As a gentleman, I refuse to stole the property of innocent peope, you know it perfectly so I would advise you to give her necklace back as soon as possible. Understood ?"
His brother mumbled something between his lips but, after a dark glare from his sibling, he sighted and nodded. Satisfied, Layton remained silent until they come back home.
@narumitsu-lawlu thank you to follow me in my thoughts XD
*Somewhere in a freaking nonsensical Land of the Dead*
Rachel : he did WHAT ?!
Desmond : yeah ! With a whole organisation !
Rachel : *about to burst of anger*
Desmond : *to Hershel* You might wanna cover tour ears right now...
Rachel : LEOOOOOOOOOON !
Leon : *popping from nowhere with two glasses and a bottle of wine* yes, my dear ?- *let them fall when he sees his children and Aurora* .... oh.
Rachel : YOU MISBEGOTTEN SON OF A LEPROUS DONKEY ! You did that ! To them !
Leon : I did no such things !
Aurora : Say it again, coward.
Rachel : THAT IS UNFORGIVABLE !
Leon : Oh I never stab her to death right in her heart ! And I never awoke a whole army of golem- oh.
Rachel :.... what army ?
Leon : ... theeeee one I never awoke, never. Who are these azran golems ?
Rachel :*taking him by his tuxedo* you awoke an army of azran golems because of your obsession ?
Leon : *glups* ...yes...
So this is not an idea going out of my mind that easily ! XD
Damn, it would be so cool ! Well, sad af, but really cool !
Also, I dunno, tell me what musical or what sont did you thought about ? Because as for me, I can easily see mostly a song for the prologue and a vilain song that could fit for it. Dunno, do some of you know "Hell to your doorstep" ? If not, listen to it, it is a godamn good song ! Could fit for Descole or for the Masked Gentleman probably X3 ( I know MG is in Miracle Mask and not in Eternal diva but let's consider I want a full musical with all of them XD )
And this Prologue is so epic Aaaaaaaaah I'm in love !
Also, one last thing : for those who know the Count of Monte Cristo's story, don't you think it fit perfectly for Desmond's story ? A story of revenge, against someone he trusted, whatever it takes ? I haven't finish the first book yet but dammit I need time to do so ><
AU where everything is the same but Eternal Diva is a musical movie so many of the characters sing
Well I love this thing XD really cool !
So here it is, my magical me ! @narumitsu-lawlu but I dunno who to tag XD
Everyone stop what you’re doing and create a magical you with this picrew
@thechaoscult @pluto-is-real @goswlogpncmcrfobpjstltruaqhtma42 @everyone
Stupid drawing tonight X3 dialogue from an old french film
For french people, I hope they all know the reference XD Buuut anyway, here is the translation if you don't know french at all XD
Bronev : regarding our job, it's better to be seen as a mad man more than as an idiot.
Descole : then don't worry, you're not fit for a straightjacket =_=
How they react : 👇
Incorrect quotes again because well that's funny :
if Descole and Bronev had an argument while Layton's group is near
Luke : Oh my god professor ! Descole and Bronev have an argument, again ! And Descole looks pretty mad...
Layton : Oh not again...
Emmy : rha, you know what ? Let them be, they will never understand anyway...
Luke : but what if he kills your uncle ?!
Emmy : He's not pointing a gun at him, is he ? So it's fine.
Descole *who has heard everything, from the next room* : Actually I also have a sword in addition to the gun !
Emmy : .... are you kidding me ?!
Descole : Do I look like I am running a circus ?!
Emmy : ...
Luke : ...
Bronev : ...
Layton : ... are you expecting the truth or not ?
Just thinking about something stupid about Azran Legacy, don't mind
Layton : Oh my god, what happened to Leon ?
Descole : He died of natural causes
Luke : You pushed him off the Sanctuary !
Descole : Gravity is natural
Happy pride month everyone !
So now let's recap something very important I should have mentionned on this account :
Whoever you are, gay, bi, pan, ace, aro, cis, hetero, trans, non-binary, you will always be welcome here !
And always remember this : you are VALID ! And whoever tells you otherwise is a jerk.
So happy pride month, be proud, be yourself and be welcomed here ^^
Dunno, wanted to draw something sad and a bit shattered about a game I just discovered again thanks to a friend.
Since Bronev and Desmond do have the same look and the same eyes, guess his reflection isn't something he likes to see, especially his eyes.
My steampunk Morgane.
She has the same kind of personality : she is confident, strong, has an incredibly memory, loves books, astronomy, and she was raised by all the legends of her region.
Here she is also capable of doing complexe and hard maths and equations to calculate her position and what to do while "sailing".
She is an air pirate so she knows how to sail on her flying ship.
Her arm is not in a gantlet, she lost a part of it but, as she says, "it was a little sacrifice which was worth it".
She also is an amazing ingeneer, very creative, and she has a few mechanical pets which are some of her only friends.
An OC of mine. She calls and presents herself as Morgane but it's not her real name. The first appearance is how she is and the second one is how she could have been if she had lost hope in humanity and life.
Soooo how can I say that ? I AM A BIG BIG FAN OF PotC ! And this duality between Jack and Beckett is wonderful ! So here we are XD
I wish they kept this deleted scene between them because it was incredibly powerful !
"People aren't cargo, mate..."
I dunno, it just crossed my mind and it became a drawing X3 Here is a Lady of the Belle Epoque, with a french touch I think XD
The colors are not what I expected but, well, it's better than a blank space >~<
Maestro belongs to @phaunicier
So here's the younger of the Gang ! I will try to do the all Gang 'cause I love them so much >~<
Wing-Ding in Voidtale belongs to @bun-bunmuse ( I hope I don't bother you by giving you credit everytime ><")
A human version of SwapFell from the GasterGang ^^" I tried to give it the same vibes XD
SwapFell!Gaster belongs to @bun-bunmuse
Whaou... he's almost androgynous, with a very feminine body... that's really impressive and that's exactly how I imagine him... you have a wonderful talent for drawing and colors ^^
So this is how I would imagine B would look like as a human! My own version! The other one I drew was created by a fan which I still appreciate! I also want to thank Derpstickers for inspiring me to use this method for color pencils and that its very useful!
I don't really post a lot of things but I wanted to draw something about those two characters. I'm not a very good artist but I really admire the talent of bun-bunmuse and Flotts for drawing and colors. I don't own anything : Swapfell belongs to @bun-bunmuse and Maestro belongs to @phaunicier
[Traduction] It is in darkness that light reveals its beauty
Good Luck Bunny ^^ I love Swap's smile : too innocent for his own good XD
Oh Boy!!
Welp time to work! Though this time I am going to take my time! Thank you guys for your questions I am closing the ask so I can work on them…looks like swap and Blindy are gonna have much to talk about!