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keithsandwich · 2 months
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Modern!AU
Maeve's Instagram ✨
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With @bicayaya and @olivermorningstar 💞
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olivermorningstar · 6 months
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New Route Release!
Just announced is a new route for a suitor named Oliver Hawkins! He is a royal scientist that was hired by the king shortly before his demise.
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Oliver studies disease and with a new plague hitting Rhodolite, some suspect that he had something to do with it's arrival, however Oliver is eager to prove not only his innocence, but he's searching for a cure for this new disease as well.
Oliver has a more playful demeanor, opting to be more jovial and joking with folks around the palace. However, beyond that, he seems to be rather isolated from others, preferring his solitude and his studies over the company of others. Is his joking personality an act or something else?
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Oliver's route is recommended for those who want a story outside of the typical political setting presented in Ikemen Prince. Fans of Isaac Newton in Ikemen Vampire might enjoy his route.
Oliver's Route will be Released February 30th, 2024!
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floydsteeth · 1 month
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@olivermorningstar hi!!! Here's the drawing of Oliver!!
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Drawing Oliver reminds me of one of my old oc's stick :P they both have green/brown heterochromia and long brown hair hahah:3
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lorei-writes · 1 month
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Tell Me Why You Love Me Story Event; Nokto's Route; Chapter 2
All I could think about while reading this was @olivermorningstar 's Oliver being real in canon universe and having biographies written about him.
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bicayaya · 5 months
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modern!au oliver + sariel ♡
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my part of the trade with @olivermorningstar 💜
i loved oliver’s drawing of them in modern clothes so much i had to do something inspired by it, but with a touch of my personal style hahah and if i can say so myself, i adored how the outfits turned out!
so here is oliver and sariel in a date at the park, drinking coffee, seeing the flowers and talking about music. sariel is clearly enjoying the moment very much 💞
thank you for the trade idea, hon! i loved doing it and hope we can do something like this again soon
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IKEMEN’S BIGGEST LOSER: RIO ORTIZ!!
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as voted by the people: beating clavis with 55% of the votes!
we had around 102 people voting each round, thank you so much for your participation! this was a lot of fun to make, i hope you enjoyed as much as i did!
top four biggest losers:
1. rio ortiz
2. clavis lelouch
3. kyle ash
4. isaac newton
HONORABLE MENTIONS:
the smallest of the biggest losers (character with the least votes):
oliver knight (26 votes out of 101)
closest match:
arthur conan doyle vs rio ortiz (arthur (50 votes) vs rio (51 votes))
better luck next time arthur
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mymumisasquid · 1 year
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Olive Blythe
My third Ikemen OC ever made. She is one of the OG three, the legendary, the ones who have been with me since the beginning of my otome obsessed life.
I don’t pay a lot of attention to her, but I’m gonna. Her backstory, interests, everything about her are about to take a massive turn—for better or worse depending on how you look at it.
I never introduced the poor thing to begin with so you guys won’t have a clue what I’m fucking talking about.
Anyways:
Olive Blythe
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Surname: Blythe
Given Name/s: Olivia
Age: 25
Height: 179cm
Birthday: 13th March 1993
Pronouns: She/Her
Ethnicity: Ethiopian
Immediate Family: — (still in the works AKA I forgot)
Occupation: Piano Teacher/Turor
Sexuality: AroAce (Aromantic and Asexual)
Separate Posts:
Personality
Appearance
Backstory
Random and/or Fun Facts
Role in Ikemen Vampire
Role in Ikemen Sengoku
Role in Ikemen Prince
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xxsycamore · 3 months
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🏹💘𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝‼️
—❥ 𝐱𝐱𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭
REQUESTS: OPEN
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Hello everyone!! Back in June last year my blog reached 1500 followers, but I only got around to celebrating it now! Thank you so much for your continued support!! This year I want to play Cupid again so prepare for your faves to steal your heart all over again! (´ ε ` )♡
↪ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎: Pick a prompt and a character - one per ask! Please include the fandom as well to avoid confusion. Example: "Can I please have 😘 with William (ikevil)?" ; You'll receive a drabble (~300 words) about the character's reaction to the prompt. Please go wild with those! If you have something specific in mind for the prompts, like a certain hobby for prompt #10 🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together, or maybe for prompt #7 💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you", you thought of playing their favorite song, giving them a warm cup of tea while they work, or maybe hugging them from behind? Don't be afraid to share your idea and unleash your creativity, I'd love to make your vision come true! Of course, that's only if you want to! The limit is three requests per person. This event is sfw and anons are allowed.
For drabble examples: Check out last year's Valentine's Day celebration here!
💌 event masterlist ⊂⊃﹒␥
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↪ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:
🪱 - Ask them if they'd love you if you were a worm
🥺 - Tease by calling them cute
🤲 - Play with their hair
🌸 - Breathe in their soothing scent
💌 - Leave a love note in their pocket
🤭 - Whisper something embarrassing in their ear
💝 - Extend a non-verbal "I love you"
😈 - Linger in for a kiss, but never kiss them
💅 - Help them unwind with a self-care routine
🎨 - Suggest picking up a new hobby together
🤪 - Crack a joke to make them laugh
🙏 - Warm their hands between yours
🤸‍♀️ - Strike a sexy pose to distract them
👔 - Steal their clothes to cuddle when you miss them
🍰 - Share your sweets with them
💋 - Demand for a kiss, right here, right now
💘 - "Be my Valentine?"
😘 - Keep smooching them until they protest
🥄 - Ask to be their big spoon
😊 - Present your cheek for a goodbye kiss
↪ 𝙰𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝟷𝟸𝟿):
Ikemen Villains: Wiliam; Harrison; Liam; Elbert; Alfons; Roger; Jude; Ellis; Victor
Ikeseries MCs: Mitsuki (Ikevamp); Alice (Ikerev); Mai (Ikesen); Emma (Ikepri); NEW: Kate (ikevil)
Ikemen Prince: Leon; Chevalier; Yves; Nokto; Licht; Jin; Luke; Clavis; Rio; Sariel; Gilbert; Keith; Silvio NEW: Cyran/Cyril; Kagari; Matthias
Ikemen Vampire: Napoleon(pls); Leonardo; Mozart; Arthur; Vincent; Theo; Isaac; Jean; Dazai; Sebastian; Comte; Shakespeare; Vlad; Faust; Charles; Drake; Galileo
Ikemen Revolution: Lancelot; Ray; Jonah; Fenrir; Edgar; Sirius; Kyle; Luka; Zero; Seth; Blanc; Oliver; Loki; Harr; Mousse; Dalim; Dean; Levie
Ikemen Sengoku: Nobunaga; Masamune; Shingen; Hideyoshi; Mitsuhide; Kanetsugu; Ieyasu; Mitsunari; Yukimura; Sasuke; Kenshin; Kenyo; Ranmaru; Motonari; Keiji; Kicho; Yoshimoto
Midnight Cinderella: Alyn; Giles; Louis; Leo; Byron; Nico; Albert; Robert; Rayvis; Sid
NEW: Ikemen Genjiden: Minamoto no Yoritomo
NEW: CONSOLE OTOMES:
Shuuen no Virche/Virche Evermore: Ceres; Scien; Ankou; Yves; Adolphe; Lucas; Mathis; Jean; Capucine; Hugo; Dahut
Piofiore no Banshou/Piofiore Fated Memories: Yang; Dante; Liliana; Gilbert; Nicola; Orlok; Leo; Oliver; Rui; Yuan
Cupid Parasite: Lynette; Claris; Gill; Allan; Ryuki; Shelby; Raul; Owen; Peter
Variable Barricade: Ichiya; Taiga; Hibari; Shion; Nayuta; Kasuga
🎀 Have fun requesting!! I can't wait to see what you put in my askbox!! 🎀
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cloudcountry · 4 months
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i was talking to @dove-da-birb about traits we don't get to see in otome love interests since they all kinda have the same body type and face (no facial hair, no grey hairs, no acne scars, same skinny/muscular body type) so i'm going to share my headcanons on what i think each suitor would have!!
this includes ikevamp, ikepri, ikerev, ikesen, and mystic messenger ^^
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definitely has a stubble that scratches against your cheek when they snuggle you:
leonardo, arthur, theo, faust, chevalier, nokto, silvio, edgar, zero, ray, dalim, zen, mitsuhide akechi, kenshin uesugi, sasuke sarutobi, motonari mouri, kennyo.
has smile lines and crows feet that make your heart skip a beat every time you see them:
napoleon, mozart, dazai, sebastian, will, vlad, clavis, jonah, luka, dean, blanc, saeyoung choi, jihyun kim, masamune date, yukimura sanada, yoshimoto imagawa.
has grey hairs...gee wonder why! doesn't matter because you're there to comment on how pretty they are:
comte, leon, sariel, gilbert, lancelot, sirius, oliver, jumin han, nobunaga oda, hideyoshi toyotomi, kicho.
they have some pudge. it can be around their thighs, chest, stomach, doesn't matter, you love it anyway:
isaac, charles, jin, yves, rio, keith, kyle, harr, loki, mousse, jaehee kang, yoosung kim, mitsunari ishida, keiji maeda, shingen takeda.
they have acne scars that you kiss every night:
jean, vincent, licht, luke, seth, fenrir, rika, saeran choi, ieyasu tokugawa, ranmaru mori, kanetsugu naoe.
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keithsandwich · 4 months
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I wish you would write a fic where... You go into Keith's perspective when he meets Maeve. It'd be cool to see how he views her.
Hey, love!! Thank you so much for this idea! I already have this one for the AU longfic I have for them (currently in hiatus, I need to give it more attention... And maybe post it here?).
Anyway, hope you don't mind it that it's already written! I'm putting the excerpts from when both meet her for the first time under the cut.
Her green eyes shone like emeralds, framed by long, dark eyelashes. Between her worried eyebrows, a black crescent moon was painted — the mark of a priestess, although he’d never seen it in black. Her hair was a combination of braids and loose waves, highlighting the captivating eyes. She leaned in close, whispering urgently unintelligible sounds, but Keith ignored them and reached out to touch a strand of her hair. It felt soft, nice and fragrant, and he smiled maliciously, but she caught his wrist and frowned. Her cheeks flushed with a sweet rose color, freckles dotting her skin. His smile widened.
"If you keep looking at me like this… I might have to devour… you… whole…" 
He used his last bit of energy to say it, his voice fading with those last words, as his conscience slipped away.
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A stinging pain woke Keith up from his slumber. He instinctively tried to sit up and shove the source of the pain away, but a small hand landed on his bare chest, keeping him in place.
"Don't move," the woman warned him, her green eyes locking at his for a moment before sliding down again to his abdomen. 
The crescent moon on her forehead… Was she a Caisteal na Sí’s physician? But…
His mind overflowed with confusion. He was used to waking up in all sorts of situations, usually awkward, embarrassing, or just troublesome ones, but most of the time he could at least tell where he was. And most of the time his body felt unharmed. Maybe with a hangover or just worn out, but definitely not like this. They shared the same body after all, and while he could humiliate him, he wouldn't try to kill themselves. Still, he felt physically terrible, as if he had been trampled and was sore throughout his body. But the stinging pain on his left side was excruciating, as if the priestess was ripping him open.
And as his eyes roamed through the room, he realized this place simply couldn't be in the high and bright Caisteal na Sí. The dark stone walls were illuminated by a small fireplace emitting crackling sounds. Some gray vines were growing from small openings underneath the wooden roof. The room looked tiny, tables held old books, herbs, apothecary jars and tools. He recognized his sword laid on top of a chest, along with his bloodied shirt and jacket. The open window let the dark foliage of the trees be seen, and a night sky smoothly illuminated by bright stars. Everything was simple and somehow cozy. The bed where he was lying wasn't the softest one, but it was warm and smelled of rosemary and some kind of flower.
"Relax," the priestess spoke again softly, and Keith realized she was holding a needle with a thread that was connected to his body. He shuddered and finally realized he had been gasping for air and sweating all along. She placed the needle to the side and reached for a bottle of green liquid. "Here, take this. This will numb the pain."
She gently touched the back of his neck, and he let her lift his head up, his lost eyes searching hers as he opened his mouth without thinking, a natural response to her placing the bottle against his lips. As she tilted the bottle and slowly poured the liquid, he felt the strong and hot taste of alcohol invading his senses and got startled, choking immediately and making her patiently hold the bottle away.
"I'm sorry… I…" he tried to talk between the coughing, his voice hoarse and difficult, and the pain on his abdomen making everything harder. "I'm so sorry, I don't think I… should drink… You know, alcohol…" His hands tried to gesticulate, but a shooting feeling in his left wrist caused them to halt.
"The spirits are good to soothe the pain,” her eyes widened with his refusal, as if she couldn’t fathom what was wrong with drinking alcohol. Then she sighed, and her tone became more compassionate. “And I know you’re in a lot of pain.”
He felt a tinge of warmth in his chest, which made him feel even more conflicted about the situation. Yes, the pain was almost unbearable, but what if he got drunk and lost the hold of himself? The stranger was being so gentle and innocent; maybe growing up in Néart made her oblivious to the effects alcohol could have. In that case, the guilt of saying, or worse, doing something inappropriate to her would be harder to bear than the pain.
"I just don't think it's safe to drink something so strong… while alone with a woman. I don't want to disrespect you." Keith looked away, incapable of facing her while saying those words. Silence prevailed between them, however, and he had to face her again to see if she had at least reacted to his statement. But the only difference he noticed on her features was a soft blush on her cheeks. Oh . He knew it. It was obvious he had already done something rude to her. He wished he could disappear from her sight. "I’m sorry… I already did, didn't I? I’m deeply sorry…"
Much to his surprise, the priestess gave the briefest of chuckles, and when he looked at her again her lips curled in a soft smile.
"Foolishness, don’t apologize for things you haven’t said yourself." Her words visibly confounded him. What did she mean by that? Did she… know? No, he couldn’t have been there for so long as to her figuring it out, and he wouldn’t simply say anything. Right? "Your loss of blood, your mind wasn’t really there, was it?" She elaborated, as to answer his silent questions.
The woman moved a little closer, so he couldn’t avoid looking straight into her eyes, and with a serious tone she said: "Listen, you’re hurt and vulnerable. If you do anything disrespectful I know exactly where to hit you."
The cold glass of the bottle touched his lips again, and again he obediently parted them, but this time Keith let himself swallow the strong liquid, and it burned like fire in his throat. He couldn’t even register the taste of it. It probably had herbs in it, given its green color, but the alcohol was so strong it stole away any other possible flavors of the liquor.
Her words still resonated in his mind. He was wrong deeming her defenseless. He didn’t know the first thing about her to pass that judgment. He was so embarrassed… again. Although, as the liquor numbed his mind and the heat rose tingly to his face that thought started to blur and lose its importance.
When she thought he had enough, the priestess put the bottle away and suddenly he felt her piercing him again with the needle. It was still uncomfortable and he groaned with the feeling, but as time passed he realized he was feeling less and less of that. Until it felt like nothing. Keith was floating in a sea of nothingness and he softly giggled. 
He could disappear without resorting to him, after all.
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The morning was filled with the cheerful songs of birds.
Keith snapped awake, his body suffused with warmth. As his eyes adjusted to the daylight streaming through the window, he noticed that his hand lay outside the blankets, tightly cradled in the delicate hand of the priestess. The warmth from her touch seemed to radiate through his skin, making his hand feel even warmer. Keith wondered how his hand had come to be entwined with the priestess' and why it felt so comforting.
The tide of confusing thoughts invaded Keith's mind again as he looked at her. She was sleeping with her upper body on the bed beside him, her face so close to their hands that he could feel her slow and paced breathing on his fingers. However, she was awkwardly sitting on a chair at the side of the bed, and Keith felt overwhelmed with guilt. He could sense the discomfort the priestess was enduring because of him, and it made him desperately want to get up and tuck her under the blankets where she was supposed to be, not him. But if he moved, she would wake up. Keith remembered the state of his body from the previous night and wondered if he was even capable of getting up at all.
He was such a failure.
And still, Keith felt an almost irresistible desire to move his hand and touch her flushed face. Her soft and warm skin seemed to beckon to him, but he knew he didn't deserve it, nor the comfort of her hand, or the trouble she had gone through to care for his wounds. Instead of reaching for her, his hand retracted, carefully sliding out of her grip. He silently prayed that the priestess wouldn't wake up from this motion.
The smooth tilt of his body to the side was a signal of his usual failure. The priestess slowly lifted her head, her heavy eyelashes fluttering as she blinked multiple times before finally opening her puffy eyes wide with a start. She was obviously tired, and it was his fault. In silence, she scanned Keith's face attentively before stretching and yawning casually.
His heart raced in his chest watching that intimate gesture, and to make matters worse, she smiled kindly at him.
"Good morning! Sorry I had to hold your hand. You were trying to pick at your stitches while sleeping, and I didn't want you to accidentally hurt yourself." She said nonchalantly, her voice hoarse from the slumber.
"Good morning, ah…" Keith said, trying to sit up. "I… I'm sorry I've been putting you in so much trouble."
The priestess promptly got on her feet to help, supporting his wounded left side. Her touch was like a half-hug, and he felt himself flushing all the way up to his ears.
"It's so embarrassing," Keith continued, ignoring the ache in his body. "Even when apologizing about causing you trouble, I just cause more trouble."
"Don't worry so much," she said, and their glances crossed quickly. He thought he saw her getting flustered too, but she turned her back and started moving around the hut. "I was trained for things like this. How are you feeling this morning?"
Keith slipped off the blankets and let his feet touch the floor. On closer inspection, he seemed like a mess. His white trousers were smeared with dirt and blood, ripped near his knees where lacerations on his skin were visible through the fabric. His arms were covered in bruises and scratches, and his wrist was wrapped in cloth from the sprain. The wound on his side looked worse than he had imagined, and he shuddered at the sight. Then he finally realized he wasn't wearing his shirt and felt embarrassed to be exposed in front of her now that it was no longer necessary. How rude… He quickly got up, feeling a little dizzy, but tried to hide it so as not to worry her.
"I'm… feeling better, thanks to your efforts…" he reached for his shirt, numbly dragging it on despite the lingering soreness. "I don't know how to repay you. You… you saved my life." It wasn't an exaggeration; Keith didn’t know how he ended up in the hut, but given how isolated it seemed, he figured he could have bled to death in the woods. "Oh, you saved my life and I don't even know your name…"
The dizziness washed over his mind along with the shame, and Keith almost stumbled back to the bed. The sudden smell of food made his stomach groan, and he felt somewhat relieved, concluding that the dizziness was probably just due to hunger.
"It's Maeve," she said, as if it wasn't something of importance. He opened his mouth, but no words came out when he realized she wasn't looking at him. Instead, she was focused on stoking the fire of the fireplace, where a pot was placed to heat up. She continued, "You don't have to repay me, Your Highness. I'm… fulfilling my duty as a sworn priestess of Jade."
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olivermorningstar · 2 months
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I wanted to hop on the bandwagon.
I like to think Oliver has a work account sharing some pretty lab photos and general health notices
And then he has his personal account. Something like that!
@keithsandwich @bicayaya @lorei-writes
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daegupaksu · 10 months
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Ikemen Series Colour Wheel Challenge #6
Thank you for your vote for yellow. Sunshine vampire Vincent was so happy to be in the wheel but an accident happened!
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Vote for green to find out if he's the victim or will he use it to his advantage?
Ps: 1. For this poll and the next, suitors whose colour is a variation of turquoise will not be in the poll (it leans to either green or blue)
2. Depending on the result, I may have to bend the rules.
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lorei-writes · 4 months
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Expedition Bluff II: Fireworks
Sariel x OC (Oliver - @olivermorningstar) Fluff Word Count: ~400
Written for the one and only Oliver <3
Content Warnings: none
Oliver nods, although it is pointless in this space. He cannot see anything – not his fingers, and not his legs, and not even the very red tip of his very own nose. He shakes his head, long hazelnut hair sweeping across the nest of a scarf around his neck, his head the egg and his hood – the overzealous mother hen.
“Give me back my glasses.”
“They’re going to fog up.”
“They will not.”
“They will. Just mind your step and keep your face in the scarf… Or am I to remind you why we don’t argue?”
“Sariel Noir, at this rate I will remind you why we should start.”
Crunch, that only the frozen snow produces.
Cough, or a guttural gurgle, muffled down shadow of an embarrassed sound.
“I know you haven’t been exactly pleased with us being here.”
“That’s not it. I’m not pleased with you always putting yourself last… You’ll work yourself to death one day.”
“Let me finish.” Sariel takes breath that borders being a pause. “Please.”
Oliver nods, although it is pointless in this space. He cannot see anything – not his fingers, and not his legs, and not even the very red tip of his very own nose. He shakes his head, long hazelnut hair sweeping across the nest of a scarf around his neck, his head the egg and his hood – the overzealous mother hen. He frowns, but Sariel misses the entirety of the scene. Luckily, that which has never been seen cannot even exit the mind. No memories shall leave a path of crumbs.
“I. I,” he stresses, “felt guilty. I did not consider the possibility of you following me here.”
Crunch, this time of ice. Or it is the wind? Oliver is unsure. It is so cold the time itself could freeze.
“So I wanted to make things up to you.”
Perhaps, in this somewhere in northern Achroite, the temperatures indeed are low enough for even the fabric of reality to be covered in a thin sheet of frost. Sariel slowly slides the glasses over Oliver’s face, his gloved fingers hooking below his love’s chin to urge him to look up. And it cannot be real. No such things should exist outside novels. No such things should, but they do, and Oliver has read about them, and he has always wondered whether they truly, truly, truly may be real in some uninhabited barely a nowhere. He gasps.
Aurora Borealis.
On the sky that’s been previously all clouds.
And just as midnight strikes —
“May the next year be a joyous one, Oliver.”
Of course.
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bicayaya · 5 months
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chibi version of mine and my friend’s OCs ♡
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@keithsandwich @olivermorningstar @queengiuliettafirstlady just a little token of my appreciation for you guys 💞 thank you for making me feel so welcomed here, i adore interacting with you!!
(one more surprise below the cut 🤭)
everyone with theirs beloveds ♡
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IKEMEN’S BIGGEST LOSER!!
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hear ye, hear ye
out of sheer boredom i have decided to create a bracket of the ikémen series’ biggest losers to see who will be crowned: king loser!!!
UPDATE: CLOSED!!
the contestants:
yukimura
clavis
jonah
oliver
sasuke
luka
isaac
charles
arthur
rio
yves
mitsunari
mozart
ieyasu
theo
kyle
i urge you to vote with your mind and not your heart, but you do you!
reblogs highly appreciated <33333
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midwinterrmemento · 2 months
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Hi everyone!!
After being quite inactive recently, I am hoping to get back into the habit of writing more regularly, and currently I'm turning my attention back to some old half-written fics that have been sitting in my drafts for ages. If you happen to be scrolling by this post, it would really help me to know which of these stories (if any) you might like to see first!
Because of the word-count limit, I can't explain all the details in the poll, so I'll write them out here:
(IkeVamp) Napoleon hurt/comfort, wherein Napo is the one being hurt/comforted, as he is still struggling to come to terms with his vampirism but constantly reminded of his lost humanity
(IkeRev) Blanc fluff, wherein Oliver is his begrudging wingman, trying to get him and Alice to just confess to each other already because he's annoyed with the mutual pining
(IkePri) Gilbert x Reader who is his knight/attendant, essentially what Cyran is to Clavis (commiserating with Cyran from afar lol)
There are also a couple of AUs I had been putting some thought into:
(IkeRev) AU where Zero was never allowed to join the Red Army, but the Black Army took him in instead, and exploring what that would look like for him
(IkeVamp) AU where the Duke of Wellington is the one who lives in the mansion with MC and the others, and Napoleon is the one who is revived by Vlad and has his mind twisted (very angsty, but Wellington gets to experience peace for a minute)
I am hoping (~hoping~) to get around to all of them eventually, but I would love to know if there is an interest in any of these ideas! I could also post the little pieces of these fics I have already written to test the waters :)
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