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What are people’s thoughts on using smiling or laughing words as dialogue tags? I know it’s not correct but like,,, how else would I convey that someone laughed out a retort of some kind or some other situation? It just doesn’t have the same vibe as “she said, laughing” or “she said while laughing.” But also, I might just not be good with words and there’s probably some way to phrase it that would meet the same vibes I’m looking for but I just don’t know how to write it 🧐🤔
What are people’s thoughts on using smiling or laughing words as dialogue tags? I know it’s not correct but like,,, how else would I convey that someone laughed out a retort of some kind or some other situation? It just doesn’t have the same vibe as “she said, laughing” or “she said while laughing.” But also, I might just not be good with words and there’s probably some way to phrase it that would meet the same vibes I’m looking for but I just don’t know how to write it 🧐🤔
Every now and then I’m reminded of how much a mindfuck ikepri is because I’m reading it in English but the voices are in Japanese but really, they’re speaking French and Gilbert has a German accent and Silvio has an Italian accent, and I forget what Jade is supposed to be taking after but whatever accent Keith has when they’re all conversing with the princes… like, you’re telling me these buffoons are speaking in ✨French✨ and not in silly 🦬🔨English🚑🤼♂️
Hahahahahahahah I had the exact shower thought the other day... they are all from different countries yet speak the same language?!?
To make it even better, in one of the routes it is mentioned that Nobels should be able to speak a few languages but then like we also have Belle/Emma who has absolutely no issues in understanding anyone despite having no knowledge as a commoner
Yes!! As a linguistics major, this is in the back of my head all the time.
Depending on who the cultural super power is at the time the Rholodite princess might not even be speaking their language at court just like the Russian court spoke French when it was in vogue. For all we know they all write letters in Latin still if it's the dead lingua franca 🤷🏼♀️
All I think EVERY TIME this idea crosses my head is that Emma would need training EXACTLY like in My Fair Lady to be able to pass as a noble lady studying in the palace.
Like Sariel isn't teaching her politics. She's getting elocution lessons 90% of her day. 🤣
So I very much want to bring this back because it’s fun. In your mind, what is the language all the princes are conversing in when Silvio/Keith/Gilbert is involved (assuming Rhodolite - French, Benitoite - Italian, Jade - English, Obsidian - German)? Or do you not consider them to be speaking these languages at all?
Ikepri Lingua Franca?
French
Italian
English
German
Latin
A new language that is a mix of everything
Other
Voting ended onMar 7, 2024
And will this change for you (if yes, how) with the addition of the new princes, especially Kagari?
So it turns out!!!! They speak the "language of the continent" according to Licht's sequel. It's not clear what that is, and it's certainly dubious that everyone has blatantly different names origins if they all actually speak the same language as their first language. But that kind of vague wording could also pass as a "lingua franca" in my books anyway
Ooo, so they actually mention it in his route? So funny how it’s so vague 🤣 and it definitely rubs me the wrong way that they would all be speaking the same language as their first but 🤷♀️🤷♀️ the ease of it, I suppose.
Every now and then I’m reminded of how much a mindfuck ikepri is because I’m reading it in English but the voices are in Japanese but really, they’re speaking French and Gilbert has a German accent and Silvio has an Italian accent, and I forget what Jade is supposed to be taking after but whatever accent Keith has when they’re all conversing with the princes… like, you’re telling me these buffoons are speaking in ✨French✨ and not in silly 🦬🔨English🚑🤼♂️
Hahahahahahahah I had the exact shower thought the other day... they are all from different countries yet speak the same language?!?
To make it even better, in one of the routes it is mentioned that Nobels should be able to speak a few languages but then like we also have Belle/Emma who has absolutely no issues in understanding anyone despite having no knowledge as a commoner
Yes!! As a linguistics major, this is in the back of my head all the time.
Depending on who the cultural super power is at the time the Rholodite princess might not even be speaking their language at court just like the Russian court spoke French when it was in vogue. For all we know they all write letters in Latin still if it's the dead lingua franca 🤷🏼♀️
All I think EVERY TIME this idea crosses my head is that Emma would need training EXACTLY like in My Fair Lady to be able to pass as a noble lady studying in the palace.
Like Sariel isn't teaching her politics. She's getting elocution lessons 90% of her day. 🤣
So I very much want to bring this back because it’s fun. In your mind, what is the language all the princes are conversing in when Silvio/Keith/Gilbert is involved (assuming Rhodolite - French, Benitoite - Italian, Jade - English, Obsidian - German)? Or do you not consider them to be speaking these languages at all?
Ikepri Lingua Franca?
French
Italian
English
German
Latin
A new language that is a mix of everything
Other
Voting ended onMar 7, 2024
And will this change for you (if yes, how) with the addition of the new princes, especially Kagari?
Saw a post last night where someone wanted Chev eating Emma out on the throne. I can't find it, but I wrote it anyway because I also needed this for myself.
2318 | CW: Oral sex (f receiving), fingering, kissing, biting, slight bit of body worship?, Chev rips one of her stockings, semi-public sex
Ao3 Mirror
Being in the throne room for the first time since she’d become Chevalier’s fiancée was a strange feeling.
In reality, nothing had changed.
There was, of course, the absence of beauty’s time, but that had been gone a long time ago now — a pang of nostalgia crept up in her stomach as she took a few more steps forward. The beautiful sunlight from outside basked the room in a golden glow, and ahead of her on the throne sitting as if it had been made for him, Chevalier seemed almost radiant from the light. Emma’s breath caught in her throat, her steps faltering briefly — and she swore she could see the corners of his lips turn up into a smirk and a huff of laughter come from him.
Her cheeks blazing, Emma hurried towards him.
The room was empty apart from the two of them. His duties for the day were long since over, and yet he’d called her here for some reason that, well, she had no clue. Honestly, she found nerves building in her stomach as she slowed her pace to stop before him and drop into a slight curtsey. For a long while Chevalier remained silent, his eyes watching her, taking her in — the sunlight on her back, her shoulders exposed in a dress perfect for the warm Rhodolite Summers. The proper way she held herself—
He’d intended to take her for a walk, just the two of them, some quality time together outside of the palace but there was something else there inside of him now — something carnal and animalistic, something which made no logical sense, but god did he feel so compelled to do it. Chevalier understood love wasn’t a simple emotion, neither were the things that came with it; physical attraction for one, was something he found like he understood less and less. That the sight of her naked body under the covers each morning could entice him, that a simple glance of her bare skin when she got up to get dressed could pool heat in his stomach, make him want to disregard his work and spend time with her in bed. It was all entirely illogical and irresponsible.
Yet more and more he found himself wanting to act on such desires.
And now he found himself with no work to attend to, an afternoon just for the two of them… and there was nothing to stop him doing precisely to her what he wanted.
Rising from the throne in a way Emma felt was far, far too graceful, he offered his hand out for her. She placed her hand in his gingerly, a gasp echoing in the room when he gripped her tightly and tugged her towards him. He was gentle and yet his grip told her there was no room for arguing, even when he picked her up at the waist with both hands and sat her down on the very same throne he’d just been sat on.
At first she was entirely uncomfortable.
Another huff of laughter left his lips as he stared at her. “Relax.”
“I shouldn’t sit here.”
“The king has said it’s okay.”
Emma opened her lips to retort, to argue with him that it really wasn’t right, but cut herself off when he was suddenly on his knees in front of her. “No, Chev- King Chevalier! You shouldn’t kneel to me-”
“And why not?” he asked, ice blue eyes flicking up to meet her own gaze as he gently lifted her leg.
Why not indeed, she thought, gulping down any arguments she’d had. Funny how his touch, how the way he looked at her could chase away arguments, and make her lose all sense of propriety. This absolutely wasn’t right, and yet there was no point arguing with him — he always got his way, mostly because she found herself unable to deny him the things he wanted.
After all, these days, the things he seemed to want most were new ways to express his love for her.
He’d grown a lot as a partner in the short time they’d been together, and yet even how as he shed his gloves and haphazardly discarded them to the side, his touch was still clumsy and rough. Despite his gloves his hands were still calloused, even through her stockings she could feel his warmth, feel how rough they were-
Chevalier’s eyes returned to her legs, focusing on the soft curve of flesh hidden under the fabric. What a nuisance, he couldn’t help but think, pulling her shoe off and throwing it with his gloves without giving it much thought. Her leg tried to pull back in response, but having anticipated her shyness, his grip on her ankle was firm; not enough to bruise or hurt, but just enough that she knew there was no escaping him. Hadn’t she willingly entered the beasts lair, after all? Surely she should have realised what happened when a tasty little bunny rabbit so willingly, so innocently let herself be alone with a hungry tiger.
He finds himself swallowing thickly as he lowers his face to her ankle. A sharp intake of air from her echoes in the room as he places a soft kiss there, even through the fabric he can feel her body warm up. As he trails kisses up her legs she finds herself unable to look away even though he doesn’t look up once, too focused on his task even when he lifts the skirts of her dress. She hears a slight sigh of annoyance from him and she bites her lip to stop herself laughing, at times like this when he’s frustrated that he can’t simply access her without layers of lace and silk she finds it cute, but more than that she always finds herself feeling desired. That Chevalier, who hated to waste time on pointless things, would take his time to undress her carefully when he could simply rip the fabric from her, or even have it so she came to him barely clothed — it told her he savoured these moments with her.
The graze of his teeth on her thigh sends electricity through her and she fidgets briefly, heat pooling between her legs as he slowly pulls her stocking down with his teeth. Perhaps he’s impatient, she thinks, watching as he leaves it half way down her calf, only to return his lips to the inside of her thigh. They are rough and clumsy, yet she can feel the tenderness in his intention and without thinking she reaches a hand out to run through his hair. Briefly, he pauses.
“Chev…” she murmured out, wriggling slightly at his continued kisses. “What are-”
He nips briefly on her thigh, it’s light and barely hurts but it’s enough to tell her he wants her to be patient. Wait and find out. Emma swallows thickly, and she feels his lips upturn in satisfaction, tongue lapping at the spot he’d just bitten to soothe it. She’s almost certain this isn’t what he’s brought her here for, but all her thoughts simply seem to melt away under his ministrations — and the higher he goes the more she feels herself burning up. Soon he’ll come to the spot she’s hottest, her panties already wet just from how his lips had been on her — what would he think when he got there?
Yet the moment his nose brushes against her folds through the lace fabric, he doesn’t hesitate, his lips placing kisses there instead. Emma gasps, wriggling back in the throne to try and escape his mouth, but his hands grip her thighs and keep her in place and she’s certain for a moment she hears a dangerous growl from his lips as she mewls. The sound echoes in the vast room and she holds her breath instead, intent to keep quiet so that anyone passing by outside wouldn’t hear her.
Apparently, though, he is unsatisfied with this, as his gaze finally raises to meet hers, locking her in place. Again he bites her, this time it hurts and she unwillingly lets out a moan — unstifled by herself. There’s an almost playful gleam in his eyes as he watches her. “You’re not usually so quiet, simpleton. Why now?”
“It’s… this place, if someone hears-”
“Then they will know you’re mine.”
The possessive growl in his tone as he says the words so simply makes her breath stop.
Sometimes she forgets that she truly is his — that she sleeps at his side, that each night he finds new ways to display his love for her. Trying to find a way which suits him best, he’s always rough with her but he never hurts her — and afterwards he always holds her, hands always clumsily soothing the spots which ache the most.
Chevalier doesn’t allow her time to think when he pulls off her other shoe and discards it. He doesn’t take his time with her other stocking, this time she hears a ripping as he pulls it from her and a sharp gasp escapes her lips — a protest about the price that is gone the moment she feels his hands on the edge of her panties. Those, too, get discarded quickly, the fabric leaving marks on her skin which make her hiss and mewl in pain in his eagerness to get rid of them.
His mouth finds her wet folds instantly, hands pushing her thighs apart to give him space, and she can do nothing but allow him to do what he wishes. It feels far too good — how his tongue dips inside of her, the way he swirls it around, and the way he flicks his eyes up to her, taking in her flushed face. Yet it’s not enough for him, her thoughts are still too clear, she’s still aware of their surroundings and not yet so focused on him that nothing else fills her senses.
One of his hands slides from her thigh and she soon feels two of his fingers penetrating her. Emma’s moans fill the room, and Chevalier huffs in satisfaction as he focuses back on making her come undone right there. This is entirely unlike him, but he can’t stop himself, all he wants to do is consume each part of her — right down to her thoughts. If he’s on her mind all day every day he thinks he’d be happy, and briefly he pauses to look up at her.
Emma’s face is more flushed than before, her head tilted back slightly and her mouth slightly agape. Her hands have moved to grip the arms of the throne, and yet… yet he wants more. He suppose love has made him greedy, and yet he can’t stop. No part of him can.
His fingers curl up inside of her, pulling a gasp from her. Her back arches in the chair, and just as she feels as though she’s used to the feeling, his lips wrap around her clit. There’s no hesitation before he sucks at her sweet spot; this time the moans he pulls from her are garbled cries of his name, and one of her hands moves from the arm of the throne to tangle into his hair. He knows this, this means don’t stop I’m close.
So he doesn’t.
His fingers stretch her, curling and moving quicker as he continues to suck her sensitive bud more and more until -
Emma’s nails dig into his scalp but he welcomes the brief pain as he tastes the nectar flowing out of her. Chevalier laps it up hungrily, looking up at her to take in the sight of her entirely drunk on the feeling of him; her eyes are watching him, reflecting nothing but him, and he’s positive that he’s succeeded in consuming each part of her thoughts with him. He shifts his weight as he pulls back, licking his lips deliberately at her and lifting each finger to clean them off with his mouth. Emma swallows and he finds himself smirking; not done yet, then?
Good, he thinks to himself, feeling his pants becoming more and more uncomfortable as he rises to his feet. He could just take her here, in the sunlight her body would look perfect, but if someone happened to walk in during that he’s not sure he’d allow them to leave alive, and well—
Chevalier removes his cloak in one smooth motion, grabbing up their discarded clothes in one hand and Emma in his other arm. She’s not sure how he managed to wrap her up in his white cloak so easily, but this is Chevalier and she’s positive he could walk on water if he so wanted. His embrace his warm, and she can smell him this close to him, a scent which belongs to him and only him — god she wants him again.
“I hope you did not assume you’d be getting any rest the rest of the day,” he says significantly, staring down at her with lust blown pupils. Her face is still red, her orgasm still making her entire body glow. Chevalier reminds himself to take her back to his room first, he should keep some senses about him — and yet, as he opens the door to the throne room he looks back at the lonely seat and the thought of her impaled on him, nestled on his lap, breasts bouncing and her cries filling his ears flashes through his mind again.
Perhaps he can love her there another time, right now he wants to keep her all to himself.
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“I would rather spend my evening with you,” Isaac pouted. And only you, he would’ve added.
“Oh, Isaac. Don’t be like that! It’s the last hours of Christmas,” she exclaimed. “The last hours of your birthday!”
“I don’t see the purpose of this. We’ve never celebrated before.”
The pair stopped short of exiting the mansion. Loud, jovial voices were just beyond the grand double doors—the alcohol, no doubt, having already made its way through some of the residents’ systems, birthing a lively atmosphere.
“Why have we stopped?”
She dropped Isaac’s hand and grabbed the beanie that hung out of his shallow coat pocket. A handmade gift—it was maroon and a bit horribly made, his favorite color and the level of craftsmanship to be expected from a novice knitter.
Her fingers ran through his strawberry brown hair with a smile so soft, so forgiving. If Isaac had started his day moping in past mistakes and current worries, it would have all been okay because of that smile. It deepened along with her admiration when she pulled the beanie over his head.
“By all means, it’s a terrible hat, but you look cute anyway,” she beamed. Isaac sighed, his cheeks now flushed. “Sorry. Handsome.”
“It’s making me itch,” the vampire grumbled.
She laughed and rubbed vigorously at his wool-covered forehead, earning a grunt of dismay from her lover.
“C’mon,” she urged, once more holding onto Isaac’s gloved hand. “Everyone wants to see the birthday boy!”
“The whole lot saw me at breakfast and din—”
They stepped through the doors. A cacophony of greetings rang in the late night air.
“Newt, ol’ boy!”
“Isaac, you made it!”
“Isaac, I got these graphite pens for your research. They’re high quality.”
“Do you and hondje care for eggnog?”
“We’ve been waiting for you, Isaac!”
“Were you and Toshiko-san having fun in the foyer?”
“O-Of course not!” Isaac cried, the tips of his ears having already turned red. “We were having— we were just—”
“No teasing tonight, Dazai,” Napoleon interjected. Talking. We were just talking. The former emperor laid a heavy hand on the author’s shoulder and directed a tender smile at the physicist.
“I know we’ve all said it today, but happy birthday, Isaac. We’re all glad to have met a man like you.”
“Really…” Isaac grumbled. A cherry blossom hue dusted his cheeks, his gaze fixed to the paved ground littered in snowy footprints. “There’s no need to say that, Napoleon.” But no one could have dismissed the smallest, shyest of smiles Isaac reserved for these kinds of gentle words.
Comte held his cup of eggnog high. Affection—the deep golden color of his eyes. He looked to the physicist. “A cheers to our dear brother and friend.” The others followed suit.
Soon, previous conversations resumed, Isaac being pulled every which way into discussions he would find himself very immersed in or wishing to be anywhere else. Either way, he was left only with a sense of belonging and a gratefulness for what was now his daily life.
Because he was looking at her. As Arthur prattled on about wagers and games of chess and little birds he’d met at the bar, Isaac was looking at her and she was looking at him, like two people at opposite ends of the room. And she was beautiful.
He watched as she apologized to Napoleon, dismissing herself from the conversation. She latched her arms around Isaac’s waist from behind and began to clumsily pull him away from the old Scot. She laughed as she struggled to walk backwards with Isaac’s taller frame.
“We’ll fall at this rate. And I’ll crush you,” he warned, eliciting a giggle from his love.
“And I’m fine with—” She let out a small shriek as she began to fall. In his own supernatural speed, Isaac managed to turn halfway before hitting the ground. One hand cradled her head, the other firmly planted on the ground, holding his top half up.
A third round of laughter erupted from her as Isaac’s frantic eyes scanned for any possible injury or sprain. He came to when he felt her arms gingerly wrap around his neck.
“I love you,” she said.
“Where is this coming from?”
He couldn’t help but ask.
“From me.”
Simple. Simple and so freely given.
‘I love you.’
“I love you, too,” Isaac replied. “With everything I am, everything I wish to be.”
And in that moment, with his family telling grand stories of the lives they once lived and the crackle of the fire pit and the flurry of snow that stuck to her hair and eyelashes and the red noses and the bated breaths, he felt complete, happily destined to this new, little life of his.
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A/N
The original plan was to write one for each season of the year with a different suitor but who knows if that’ll happen 😅😅 either way, I’m happy that I got to finish this piece. I’m glad to be back and I’m sure I have much reading to catch up on!!! Both on this app and in the games!!
“I would rather spend my evening with you,” Isaac pouted. And only you, he would’ve added.
“Oh, Isaac. Don’t be like that! It’s the last hours of Christmas,” she exclaimed. “The last hours of your birthday!”
“I don’t see the purpose of this. We’ve never celebrated before.”
The pair stopped short of exiting the mansion. Loud, jovial voices were just beyond the grand double doors—the alcohol, no doubt, having already made its way through some of the residents’ systems, birthing a lively atmosphere.
“Why have we stopped?”
She dropped Isaac’s hand and grabbed the beanie that hung out of his shallow coat pocket. A handmade gift—it was maroon and a bit horribly made, his favorite color and the level of craftsmanship to be expected from a novice knitter.
Her fingers ran through his strawberry brown hair with a smile so soft, so forgiving. If Isaac had started his day moping in past mistakes and current worries, it would have all been okay because of that smile. It deepened along with her admiration when she pulled the beanie over his head.
“By all means, it’s a terrible hat, but you look cute anyway,” she beamed. Isaac sighed, his cheeks now flushed. “Sorry. Handsome.”
“It’s making me itch,” the vampire grumbled.
She laughed and rubbed vigorously at his wool-covered forehead, earning a grunt of dismay from her lover.
“C’mon,” she urged, once more holding onto Isaac’s gloved hand. “Everyone wants to see the birthday boy!”
“The whole lot saw me at breakfast and din—”
They stepped through the doors. A cacophony of greetings rang in the late night air.
“Newt, ol’ boy!”
“Isaac, you made it!”
“Isaac, I got these graphite pens for your research. They’re high quality.”
“Do you and hondje care for eggnog?”
“We’ve been waiting for you, Isaac!”
“Were you and Toshiko-san having fun in the foyer?”
“O-Of course not!” Isaac cried, the tips of his ears having already turned red. “We were having— we were just—”
“No teasing tonight, Dazai,” Napoleon interjected. Talking. We were just talking. The former emperor laid a heavy hand on the author’s shoulder and directed a tender smile at the physicist.
“I know we’ve all said it today, but happy birthday, Isaac. We’re all glad to have met a man like you.”
“Really…” Isaac grumbled. A cherry blossom hue dusted his cheeks, his gaze fixed to the paved ground littered in snowy footprints. “There’s no need to say that, Napoleon.” But no one could have dismissed the smallest, shyest of smiles Isaac reserved for these kinds of gentle words.
Comte held his cup of eggnog high. Affection—the deep golden color of his eyes. He looked to the physicist. “A cheers to our dear brother and friend.” The others followed suit.
Soon, previous conversations resumed, Isaac being pulled every which way into discussions he would find himself very immersed in or wishing to be anywhere else. Either way, he was left only with a sense of belonging and a gratefulness for what was now his daily life.
Because he was looking at her. As Arthur prattled on about wagers and games of chess and little birds he’d met at the bar, Isaac was looking at her and she was looking at him, like two people at opposite ends of the room. And she was beautiful.
He watched as she apologized to Napoleon, dismissing herself from the conversation. She latched her arms around Isaac’s waist from behind and began to clumsily pull him away from the old Scot. She laughed as she struggled to walk backwards with Isaac’s taller frame.
“We’ll fall at this rate. And I’ll crush you,” he warned, eliciting a giggle from his love.
“And I’m fine with—” She let out a small shriek as she began to fall. In his own supernatural speed, Isaac managed to turn halfway before hitting the ground. One hand cradled her head, the other firmly planted on the ground, holding his top half up.
A third round of laughter erupted from her as Isaac’s frantic eyes scanned for any possible injury or sprain. He came to when he felt her arms gingerly wrap around his neck.
“I love you,” she said.
“Where is this coming from?”
He couldn’t help but ask.
“From me.”
Simple. Simple and so freely given.
‘I love you.’
“I love you, too,” Isaac replied. “With everything I am, everything I wish to be.”
And in that moment, with his family telling grand stories of the lives they once lived and the crackle of the fire pit and the flurry of snow that stuck to her hair and eyelashes and the red noses and the bated breaths, he felt complete, happily destined to this new, little life of his.
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A/N
The original plan was to write one for each season of the year with a different suitor but who knows if that’ll happen 😅😅 either way, I’m happy that I got to finish this piece. I’m glad to be back and I’m sure I have much reading to catch up on!!! Both on this app and in the games!!
I like to think that, since my MC in ikesen is western and is more comfortable with showing PDA, she’ll like to run up to mitsuhide with a gigantic smile and wrap her arms around his neck and pepper his face with kisses whenever she’s missed him, all the while explaining that she missed him. And of course, he’s learned to expect when it’s coming (he can see her running duh) (and loves it) but the first few times it happened, he was just so taken aback and flustered. And I love the thought.
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