Nuisance - Blog Posts
A smile spread across Nuisance's face, his cheeks glistening a powdery green as his eye sockets curved with pleasure. He loved to see Memory's cheeks turn pink, at the same time as an air of satisfaction softened their features even more - something that seemed impossible at first sight.
He noted inwardly that he had to buy lemon cakes again, pressing his hand to his cheek to partially hide his smile.
"You're not taking anything,’ Memory asked gently."
"No, thanks."
He didn't need anything when he saw his lover beaming like him.
Cake testing 🍋🍰
(Nuisance belongs to @egnidres 🎀)
Mathi, thank you from the bottom of my heart (✿ ♡ω♡)
They're kissing, they're just kissing and I can't stop smiling ♡o｡(๑๏‿ฺ๏๑)｡o♡
They're so cute and adorable and just perfect (๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ
I love how you've drawn Nuisance, and I'm glad he has someone so lovely and wonderful. My little baby is happy now *ଯ( ॢᵕ꒶̮ᵕ)ॢഒ*♡
I love the fact that he is in Waterfall surrounded by Echo flowers (some will keep little tender words) ٩꒰ಂ❛ ▿❛ಂ꒱۶♡
Thank you so much, your compliments go straight to my heart. You are also a very kind and talented person and I really enjoy talking to you ♡(*´∀｀*)人(*´∀｀*)♡
Happy birthday @egnidres !! ♡
Nuisance — @/egnidres
For the short time we’ve known each other so far it was very fun to listen to your thoughts about them, and I hope there’ll be more moments with these little cuties later on. You’re a very talented and kindhearted person, and I wish you lots of healthy, successful and joyful years to come (>3<) <33
Aim belongs to @zu-is-here
Crazy Lace and Memory belongs to @clownyclowns
Axel and Eve belongs to @ari-cuno
Fricker belongs to @bluepallilworld
Esther belongs to @orange-dreamzer
Anko belong to Anko belongs to @groovygladiatorsheep
Nuisance belongs to me
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Nuisance smiled quietly as he watched Crazy Lace and Flicker bicker silently over their precious new gadget: Nuisance's camera. He enjoyed watching them both trying to take pictures at the same time of their current subjects: Axel, who was holding Eve asleep. He watched as the camera moved from one hand to the other in a perpetual motion. Some - if not all - of the photos were going to be blurry. But he had to admit that he enjoyed watching them trying to take pictures.
Anko and Esther waited quietly for their turn on the sofa, playing with Caramel, the little brown squirrel. He went from one child to the next, asking for a little caress - and checking at the same time that they didn't have any food for him - before coming back down and doing the same thing again.
Cloud, the little albino squirrel, remained hidden in the top pocket of Nuisance's jacket, probably resting.
"They're just like their uncle," Aim laughed. "Unable to stop taking photos of their family."
"As if that would bother you."
Nuisance, Aim and Memory were at the table, sipping their orange juice. Aim had opted for a large glass of chocolate, and the biscuits that accompanied it had long since been eaten by the children - but also the greedy adult -. Nuisance and Memory were sitting next to each other, the last dampfnudeln in front of Memory with the vanilla sauce, having survived the voracious appetites of the others.
The doorbell rang in the room and Aim nonchalantly went to open it. He returned with Error and Ink, much to his cousin's dismay. The latter looked coldly at the couple who had just entered the room, his body already unconsciously tensing up. He could feel a slight electric current - as if he had supplies all over his body - running through him, and even without seeing himself in a mirror he was sure that blue and green bugs had appeared.
Unfortunately, this also meant that the other adults in the room knew that he was furious, or at worst - and he hoped they didn't know - that he was terrified.
His gaze remained trapped in Error's equally angry one - at least the feeling was mutual - even when he heard Ink's calmer voice trying to ease the latent tension in the room. He seemed to have less of a French accent than his alternative version.
"We didn't say we were coming. I'm sorry if that surprised you, Nuisance."
"We don't have to be sorry if we want to see our grandchildren and our son," countered Error coldly, trying to get closer to Anko.
The other dark skeleton wouldn't let him, placing himself between the two as his glitching intensified. His soul was screaming at him to get away from the destroyer, the painful sensation of his threads on the fragile little organ tugging at him. But it was only a phantom pain, a pain that was only a memory, and one that he shouldn't dwell on. When the troublemaker leaves, it too will disappear.
"Back off," Error threatened.
"No."
He could feel his hands trembling as Error moved closer, only a few centimetres away. Nevertheless, he recoiled - as hard as he tried to repress it - as if his body were following the orders of his soul before bending to those of his mind. But this gesture had been seen and deciphered by the destroyer, who lifted his chin a little more, an overly proud smile pasted on his face.
If it hadn't been for the children in the room, he would have jumped at her throat, and even if he was a little smaller than his opponent, he would at least have managed to make her swallow his smile before the others separated them.
However, he couldn't do that now, not while the children were in the room and their surprised and confused eyes were turned towards them. He was even sure that if he decided to take a look, he'd be able to see that Crazy Lace and Flicker had stopped bickering so he could work out what was going on.
A hand reached for his and even before he could see who it was, he knew it was Memory. They were the only ones who could soothe his soul with a simple gesture. The look in their eyes was calm, but he had the impression that he could detect concern there too. So he gently interlaced his fingers with them as if to soothe her. He didn't like seeing worry in them, even though he knew that when his soul was perfectly reassured and calm, he would recognise that what looked like worry was probably not totally worry.
It's the first chapter of Nuisance story : Starting with a bad ending (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑
Tw : Violence against children, abandonment (if you see more, please tell me to add them) (-ε- )
If you're not feeling comfortable with that, please don't read, your health is more important （ ´∀｀）
Post Dark Cream belongs to @zu-is-here
Nuisance belongs to me
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Speedpaint
Zu, it's just perfect. Nuisance's cute little face, his adorable little smile and Cross's smile (my my). It's really beautiful, and it's a real blessing for these two little treasures who deserve to be happy (♡ᵉ̷͈ัॢωᵉ̷͈ัॢ )‧₊°♡
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for this gift, it's just perfect *ଯ( ॢᵕ꒶̮ᵕ)ॢഒ*♡
Have a wonderful night (人-ω-)｡σ.ﾟ｡*･♡Gσσ∂ Nιɢнт♡･*｡ﾟσ｡(-ω-人)
It's Nuisance's birthday （=´∇｀=）
Aim and Post Dark Cream belongs to @zu-is-here
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French version
It's Nuisance's birthday （=´∇｀=）
Aim and Post Dark Cream belongs to @zu-is-here
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French version
Just my happy little baby (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ
Post Dark Cream belong to @zu-is-here
Nuisance belong to me
Happy birthday to my little baby ꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡
It's a bit short, but there's no angst, miracle. One day I'll publish some stuff about him ♪♪(o*゜∇゜)o～♪♪
Aim and Post Dark Cream belong to @zu-is-here
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Les deux enfants rentrèrent dans la boulangerie, accompagnés de Killer et saluant le vendeur, une tortue plutôt âgé. Ils se dirigèrent vers les vitrines, regardant les nombreuses tapisseries et viennoiseries disposés : des forêt noires, des gâteaux fruités remplis de crème, des milles-feuilles, des chou à la crème, des tartes au citron meringuée, des macarons, des éclairs au chocolat et au café, des pains au chocolat et des croissants.
— Ça a l'air trop bon, s'extasia Aim devant la vitrine, les étoiles dans les yeux.
Après avoir choisi deux gâteaux, une forêt noire et un gâteau au fruit, Killer demanda le plus naturellement du monde :
— Lequel vous voulez ?
— Mais Papa a dit que on devait juste chercher deux gâteaux, et qu'on devait pas prendre autre chose au sinon on allait pas finir de manger.
Nuisance avait dit ça en regardant le plus grand, comme s'il essayait de déceler si cela était un simple test ou oubli de sa part. En voyant son sourire confiant, il comprit qu'il n'avait pas oublier ça ou quoi que se soit d'autre, il n'avait juste pas envi d'écouter cet ordre qui lui avait initialement été donné.
— Night sais bien que quand on rentre dans une boulangerie avec des enfants il faut aussi prendre une petite pâtisserie pour le gouter. Et si on les mange sur le chemin du retour, il n'en saura rien. Alors, vous voulez quoi ?
— Celui au chocolat là-bas, répondit rapidement le plus petit.
— On appelle ça un éclair au chocolat... Mais j'aurais pensé que tu aurais pris le chou à la crème.
Tout en disant cela, il désigna la fameuse pâtisserie, sachant que Aim ne pouvait pas lire les petites pancartes devant la nourriture.
— C'est vrai que ça a l'air bon, mais il n'y a pas de chocolat.
Le plus grand sourit avant de demander la fameuse pâtisserie, ainsi qu'un mille-feuille au vendeur. Pendant que ce dernier commencer à prendre la nourriture pour les mettre dans une des petites boites en carton fins, il redemanda la même question à l'enfant aux yeux vairons, ne voulant pas qu'il soit le seul à ne rien avoir. Ce dernier regarda de nouveau le plus grand dans les yeux, avant de retourner son attention sur son cousin qui lui souriait comme pour l'encourager à prendre quelque chose. Finalement il bredouilla d'une petite voix :
— Des macarons.
Le squelette à l'âme bicolore lui frotta la tête, pas surpris le moins du monde par ce choix. Puis lorsqu'ils partirent de la boulangerie, remerciant la tortue, il donna les petits gâteaux aux deux enfants, qui s'empressèrent d'en prendre un morceau. Nuisance tendit un macaron marron à Aim avant de rajouter :
— C'est au chocolat si tu veux gouter... Kills, Papa va être en colère contre nous s'il découvre qu'on lui a désobéit.
— Ne t'inquiète pas, il ne saura pas. Et puis, s'il le découvre, ce ne sera pas contre vous qu'il sera en colère, mais contre moi.
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The two children entered the bakery, accompanied by Killer and greeting the shop assistant, a rather elderly turtle. They walked towards the shop windows, looking at the many tapestries and pastries on display: black forest, fruity cakes filled with cream, mille-feuilles, cream puffs, lemon meringue tarts, macaroons, chocolate and coffee eclairs, pains au chocolat and croissants.
"It looks so good", Aim exclaimed in front of the window with stars in his eyes.
After choosing two cakes, a black forest and a fruit cake, Killer asked most naturally:
"Which one do you want?"
"But Papa said we should just get two cakes, and that we shouldn't get anything else or we wouldn't finish eating."
Nuisance had said this while looking at the taller boy, as if trying to detect whether this was a simple test or an oversight on his part. Seeing his confident smile, he knew he hadn't forgotten that or anything else, he just didn't feel like listening to the order that had originally been given to him.
"Night knows that when you go into a bakery with children you have to take a little pastry for a snack. And if you eat them on the way home, he won't know. So what do you want?"
"The chocolate one over there," the little one answered quickly.
"It's called a chocolate eclair... But I would have thought you would have taken the cream puff."
As he said this, he pointed to the famous pastry, knowing that Aim couldn't read the little signs in front of the food.
"It does look good, but there's no chocolate."
The taller boy smiled before asking the vendor for the famous pastry and a mille-feuille. As the latter started to take the food and put it in one of the small thin cardboard boxes, he asked the same question to the child with the minnow eyes, not wanting him to be the only one without anything. The latter looked the taller boy in the eye again, before returning his attention to his cousin who was smiling at him as if to encourage him to take something. Finally he stammered in a small voice:
"Macaroons."
The skeleton with the two-tone soul rubbed his head, not surprised in the least by this choice. Then as they left the bakery, thanking the turtle, he gave the little cakes to the two children, who hurried to take a piece. Nuisance handed Aim a brown macaroon before adding:
"It's chocolate if you want a taste... Kills, Dad will be angry with us if he finds out we disobeyed him."
"Don't worry, he won't find out. Besides, if he does find out, he won't be mad at you, he'll be mad at me."
This is my little heart ～('▽^人)
Nuisance in its entirety with its flat colours
Dark Cream Comic belong to @zu-is-here
It takes place after the Dark Cream Comic
He's 8 years old, almost 9. He is the son of Error and Nightmare. Error abandoned him and Passive! Nightmare is now taking care of him, with the help of Killer ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡