Secretary Yvette Chibi Sketch *_*

fluffy nidvette saves my soul but dang!!!!! angst is just too peak

I love Yvette’s design

ROCK ON!! Kimi is so cute like that too <3 <3 cross-armed and happy. Thanks!

thanks bro 🙏🙏🙏 it it not finished but i appreciate it <3 ill keep working on it :3

(ask box requests are kind of my strategy to grow my account… usually asking people what they want to see makes you more popular)

does tumblr kill image quality or does my brush suck?! omfghgggyhhfgg

46 with Kimi?

“Dance with me,” Nikki said, and Kimi smiled.

Nikki was dressed in a long white evening gown, the very picture of angelic beauty, with her pink tresses cascading over her shoulder and her warm brown eyes glittering in the low light of the ballroom.

Kimi took her hand and allowed herself to be led out onto the floor, the murmurings of the crowd fading away as nothing but music and Nikki’s shining face filled her mind.

A moment later however, she frowned. “This isn’t what happens, though,” Kimi remembered as she realized where they were. The auction. Shade. The dress. Reid. “I don’t dance with you. Not tonight, anyway…”

Nikki tilted her head as they twirled around, looking puzzled, yet bemused. “What are you talking about? We’re dancing right now!”

Kimi halted her steps and looked around them. Everything about the venue matched her memory of being on the dance floor that night, with the exception of Nikki standing beside her instead of Reid. Her former friend was up on the stage instead, watching her and Nikki with the same casual interest the rest of the crowd was showing.

Why on Miraland was she back here? If this were some sort of dream world fantasy, she sure had picked a strange night to revisit. “To be very clear, I’m not saying that I don’t want this to have happened, but objectively, it didn’t,” she explained. “I danced with Reid, and he used the distraction to swipe the White Blossom. This was the night that helped me uncover everything, so as sad as it makes me, you’re not the one I need to be dancing with right now.”

Nikki’s smile finally started to fade, and Kimi’s mouth suddenly filled with a metallic tang as a robotic voice sounded out inside of her head:

Warning: Program will be terminated if any violation of computing logic is detected.

Ah—so this was a trick of the Illusion Zone. Kimi dropped Nikki’s hands and took a step back, feeling a bitter lump rise in her throat. No good would come from dwelling here. In fact, she’d question how she ended up within Ruin’s high tech alternate reality simulator, and more importantly, who might be collecting information from her while it dabbled with her daydreams. It would be best to end it now, before the hurt got worse.

“We tried so hard to fix things, you and I,” she whispered as she reached out one hand and gently brushed her fingers over Nikki’s cheek. It felt so warm, so solid—this technology was genius, really, with its ability to conjure up her Nikki from her head, and let her experience it again. In reality, there had been no Nikki for months now, leaving Kimi with nothing but the coldness of empty hands and an empty bed… “But once the curse was lifted, it got so, so bad, so, so quickly. I know you made the only decision you felt like you had, and I don’t blame you for it, but gods, Nikki… I don’t even know if you’re ok where you went, and that’s just—”

Kimi’s voice broke with a sob, and Nikki closed the space between them and put her hands on Kimi’s shoulders. “Where did I go, Kimi? Why can’t you get to me?”

Kimi squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “I can’t say. If you don’t already know, then I can’t say.”

“Am I dead?”

That was their question, wasn’t it?

Warning: Violation of computing logic is detected. Unable to maintain simulation. Terminating in five… four… three… two…

Kimi looked over to where Reid still stood on the stage, watching her with a look of fury on his face. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she hissed out, just before the world went black.

failed my first tweening attempt.. sigh… now im died..

in response to starphenie’s reblog: i actually drew this RIGHT AFTER reading the fb manga shsjdbsjsh i didn’t think it’d show…..////

bishonen nidhogg, i need sleep

“Steal the sword, Louie says.” Yvette muttered under her breath as she trudged through the frigid snowy tundra. “That’s our only path to victory, Louie says. Sure, but what he doesn’t bother to mention is that the sword has a mind of its own, and will take everything I say literally, and can also teleport!”

“It also has ears,” the sword supplied helpfully from where it hung at Yvette’s waist. “Well. Metaphorically, at the moment. Rest assured, darling, I can hear everything you’re saying about me. I’m an intelligent being, the least you could do is address me directly when you complain about me!”

Yvette groaned. She’d glare at it to express her displeasure, but she felt a little strange giving an inanimate object the evil eye... or rather what, what should be an inanimate object.

“How did I work for Nidhogg for so long without realizing he has a talking sword?” She grumbled as she pulled her cloak more tightly around her shoulders and tried not to let her teeth chatter. “You were in his office! I saw you every day, and didn’t hear a single peep! I even polished you once!”

“He commanded me not to talk while we were undercover,” the sword said, and somehow it managed to sound pouty. “It was no fun at all to sit in that little display case, day in, day out—we were supposed to be partners, but he treated me like a decoration! Me, Dark Verdict, the Sword of Midnight, forged of Kindred Tears and Elven Blood, turned into a knick knack! You know I was thrilled when King Cesare transferred me to him, thinking that I was finally going to be doing something interesting, but no! Apparently there’s something called the ‘Blood Curse’ now that means he didn’t want to stab everyone? So strange, you humans. Cursing your own blood like that!”

Yvette shook her head. She now had several questions for the sword, both about it and about Nidhogg, but the biting Northern wind was starting to cut through her clothing, and her trudging through the snow was seemingly leading to nowhere. “So, uh.... Dark Verdict, where exactly did you take us? Are we by a town, or even somebody’s house?”

“We are ‘away’,” the sword said. “That’s all you asked for. If you wanted to be by other humans, you should have been more specific.”

Yvette gritted her teeth. “I wasn’t talking to you though, I was using my comm device to—never mind. If I ask again, would you take me to the Nameless Knight headquarters?”

“I won’t,” the sword responded cheerfully. “Not because I wouldn’t want to, but because I’m too tired. It takes a lot of energy to teleport my wielder, and since I’ve hardly killed anyone since being awoken, it takes me a long time to recuperate.”

Yvette groaned. “So thanks to your ‘help’, I’m going to freeze to death?” So much for her grand redemption in the eyes of the light... her first big mission was going to end with her becoming a human icicle! At least Nidhogg would have to do without his magic taking sword from now on... Louie and Agata would have to take it from there, she supposed.

“You’re worried about the cold? If that’s all, I can help with that!” A dark cloud of mist began to flow out of the hilt of the sword. Yvette had to stifle a shriek as a moment later, a woman stepped out of the cloud.

She was.... tall. And intimidating. And beautiful. She had long, flowing salt white hair and sharp blue eyes that were almost glowing. She was dressed in a black and gold Northern Army-style uniform, and had two long swords made of a strange dark metal hanging from her waist.

“Um. Who are you?” Yvette asked, although she was sure this was something else to do with the damn sword.

The woman tilted her head. “I’m Dark Verdict; this is my flesh form. What, did you suppose one of the greatest weapons in all of Miraland would be limited to a single physical existence?”

Yvette blinked a few times and shook her head. “Silly me,” she muttered while mentally cursing Louie for what she was beginning to realize was a woefully inadequate intelligence briefing. “So, you’re a sword, and also a woman. Fine. How does this help me?”

The woman smirked as she shrugged off her long back coat and swung it around in one fluid motion, stepping forward so she could drape the fabric around Yvette’s shoulders. “You are affected by the cold, while I am not, therefore I will allow you to borrow my coat,” Dark Verdict proclaimed gallantly.

The black coat was surprisingly warm for something that hadn’t exactly existed a minute prior. Yvette would have usually felt a little awkward about letting a near stranger give her their coat, but it was freezing enough that she didn’t currently give a damn about normal social conventions.

“Thanks,” she muttered as she quickly stuck her hands outside of the shelter of her own sleeves so she could shift Dark Verdict’s coat to be more effective cover. “This is good. But it doesn’t solve the problem of us being stranded in the wilderness with no way back to civilization. What am I supposed to do when night falls? I’ll still be exposed out here in the freezing cold!”

Dark Verdict pursed her lips and ran a hand over her chin before snapping her fingers and grinning. “I shall start a fire for you! I’m a magic sword, it won’t be that hard.”

Yvette sighed. “And what about shelter?”

The woman only smiled and shook her head. “I shall guide you to shelter. Don’t fret, darling; as long as you carry that sword, I am your devoted servant. Command me as you will, and if it be in my power, I shall do it.”

Yvette bit her lip. Just doing whatever her wielder told her to do? That sure sounded like a shitty, limited existence for a powerful, magical being. But again, now was not the time to worry about that. Maybe she’d have Dark Verdict find her shelter first, and discuss the concept of agency and self determination with her later...

“So... find me shelter, then?”

Dark Verdict’s blue eyes glowed as she grinned, looking more inhuman than she had since she’d materialized. The air around the two of them prickled with an odd energy that made the hair on the back of Yvette’s neck rise up, and Yvette wondered just how little she understood about this magnificent person that had been Nidhogg’s tool. “Your wish is my command, daring. Just until you loose track of that sword, that is.”

asdhjaf-he's so into it i love it so much

being a fandom noob to love nikki is the most insane thing.

yeah there’s a curse, death, there’s a timeloop, racism apparently exists, reincarnation, assassins, politics, homosexuality, you name it…