i wonder if actors ever get their scripts and are like
well this is fucking stupid
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i wonder if actors ever get their scripts and are like
well this is fucking stupid
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HAJDBANJDAJHEJWEJJQJSJEJWSHWJJAJDJAJS YOU'LL GET THERE EPEL
I appreciate that all of the first years are suffering in their sleepwear cards
OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT JACK I HAVE COMMITTED A GRIEVOUS CRIME
Jack is not suffering because Jack is a good boy and deserves nothing but head pats and warm blankets
I love how there are 2 different types of groovys here:
Both Jade and Malleus looking MAJESTIC despite being drenched in water (well maybe Jade is):
and then there's Riddle:
(HANG ON, MATE)
Sariel: I'm at a loss for words!
Clavis: Despite being at a lost for words, Sariel yelled at me for the next 45 minutes
(Found the sound here)
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I think now I just may take you up on that offer after the week I have had! (If it still stands)
How would Chevalier act with a s/o who has had a challenging couple of weeks, im talking it’s just one bad thing after the other and she’s left burnt out and in need of some real tlc and comfort!!
- med anon 🚑
I am so sorry this took me so long - summer has not been easy on me. I tried something a bit different, a mix of headcanons and a short drabble. I hope you've had a relaxing and calm summer, and good luck with the new school year.
It's the little things he does that truly show just how much he cares.
He doesn't need to hear the words come out of your mouth; your emotions are written all over your face.
He knows how dedicated you are to being the absolute best that you can be, and he is in awe of the person you have become.
But he also knows that you are stubborn to a fault, and that you would rather work yourself to the point of exhaustion than admit you need a break.
Leaving it in his hands to gauge when you need the quiet affection that only he can provide to you.
Chevalier pushed open the door to the bedroom and found you sitting up in bed, a book opened on your lap. He could tell had just gotten into bed - your hair was still pinned up. But you took the time to change into one of his plain shirts.
Chevalier smirked; as adorable as you looked wearing his clothes, he preferred it when you weren't wearing anything to bed.
He closed the door with a soft click and you didn't look up. As he approached the bed, the closer he got, the more aware he became of the frustration etched on your face. Your lids were heavy as you appeared to re-read the same page over and over again.
You were clearly exhausted to the point of being overtired. And yet, you were forcing yourself to stay awake - for him.
My fool, he thought to himself. His lips formed in a slight frown, he extended his hand and gently flicked your forehead with his finger.
"Ow!" you yelped, rubbing your forehead. Looking up, you found a rather stern looking Chevalier staring back at you.
"Had I wanted you to stay up late waiting for me, I would have kept you in my office," he said with a wicked smirk.
"I stopped by Sariel's office before coming here..." you replied quietly.
Chevalier closed his eyes and sighed loudly before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Instinctively, you moved over, making room for him to sit next to you. He pulled you onto his lap, and with his thumb, tilted your face to meet his. At this close distance, it was easy to see the dark circles under your eyes, the result of numerous restless nights.
"I appreciate your efforts and your dedication to your duties." He spoke softly as he cupped your cheek in his palm, his touch warm and comforting. "But not at the expense of your well-being."
Clumsily, he pulled you into his arms, holding your head close to his heart. He began to unpin your hair, his long fingers weaving through your loose locks. When he was finished, he lay in the bed, your face nuzzled against his chest.
"I know this week was hard for you, but you can hold your head that you got through it." He placed a reverent kiss upon your forehead, while stroking your hair with his hand. "Next week will be easier."
He felt your breathing slow and knew you were close to sleep. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, promising a late morning spent together tomorrow.
A/N: A continuation of this headcanon, here is the same scenario with Chevalier and Licht, a small child entering their bedroom in the middle of the night
WC: 1.3
The child's white bedroom door, painted with a silvery moon and twinkling stars, opens slowly, a whisper in the still of the night. A small head pokes out, knuckling sleepily at eyes still heavy with the remnants of dreaming. A look left, then right.
The hall is empty.
Tiny bare feet tiptoe across plush carpeting.
One hand clutches a stuffed animal, the other reaches for the curved handle of your bedroom door and which, on a quiet exhale, opens.
This is probably one of the most depressingly heart-wrenching photos I’ve ever seen. Native American children taken from their families and put into school to assimilate them into white society. the slogan for this governmental campaign ’“kill the Indian to save the man”. no official apology has ever been issued. never forgotten.
this hurts so bad.
I remember learning about this in Native History
they were toddlers taken from their homes, their hair cut. if they asked why their hair was cut, who had died for their hair to be cut, why they couldn’t see their parents, had their parents died, they were told yes. and beaten and starved for crying.
never forget that these prison labour “schools,” who used the boys for free farm labour and infrastructure development in nearby settler towns, and used the girls for free laundry, kitchen labour, and sewing, whether in america or canada, had graveyards.
in canada, specifically, the children were subject to government starvation experiments and deprived of specific nutrients to study the effect on their health, for the benefit of cereal manufacturers. this human experimentation led to the understanding of vital nutrients for settler children, and their inclusion on cereal packets, by learning what would happen if you starved native children of them.
these schools were cultural genocide, yes, but they were also violent, murderous, bloody-handed genocide against our most vulnerable members.
Hi Aqua! I saw you opened your requests and I love your writing! Could I request the prompt bathtub with Roger from IkeVil NSFW? Thank you in advance!
thank you @nightfoxqueen for this request
roger barel x f!reader | prompt: bathtub | word count: 669 | tags: nsfw/oral sex (suitor receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, size difference, fingering, vaginal sex
“Let’s get you out of here before you shrivel up,” Roger said with a smirk. Standing outside the tub, wearing only a white towel, he extended his large hand to you. Giggling, you placed your much smaller hand in his. Shifting your body, you rose onto your knees, your body still partly submerged in the lukewarm water.
Mesmerized by the wall of abs staring you in the face, your gaze was fixed upon the droplets of water that ran in rivulets down Roger’s muscles. Without your control, your body moved instinctively and your face leaned closer to his torso, close enough that your tongue darted out and licked the droplets off his heated skin.
Ahhh I hope I'm not too late! Thank you for opening requests! This is exciting! Would you mind doing some headcannons for Cyran, Chevalier, Clavis, and Matias with Emma at a Festival At Night prompt? Thank you! ❤️
A/N: Here you go @echoes-in-the-forest!
A final entry for the Sunshine and Starlight CC hosted by myself and @lorei-writes.
Featuring: Cyran, Matthias, Clavis, Chevalier
Note: Requests that were not written for the challenge may still be written! I just didn't have time to get them all done for this.
WC: 2k
Cyran
The stars above blaze with cold light like diamond-bright pinpricks across the black velvet sky. Over Cyran’s shoulder, the town answers with its own glow: the flickering of white fairy lights strung along the buildings and the stronger, warm orange of the bonfire at the town’s center. For a moment, the sight grabs your attention, holding it prisoner in illuminated chains. But Cyran reclaims it with the grip of his hands on your hips, the hot press of his lips to your cheek. Your eyes fall shut, enshrouding you in darkness but heightening every other sense: the whisper of the wind through the trees as it blends with the gruff sighs of your beloved when you pull him closer; the sweet echo of sparkling wine you can still taste on his tongue; the feel of the rough tree bark through your blouse, against your back; the soft linen of his tunic under your palms, the summer-sun heat of his mouth as it meets yours again and again.
Hiiii, Aqua! How are you? :3
I'd like to request some Roger, pretty please! Something cute and fluffy, like our former doctor taking care of a sick reader hihi
Please and thank you 🤍
Hi Nati - so nice to see you in my inbox! Here's a lil fluffy Roger - just what the doctor ordered. I cannot tell you how difficult it is to write fluff for this guy.
Remedy - Roger
A/N: Part of my Naughty or Nice event. Pairing: Roger Barrel x Reader Prompt: Suitor taking care of a sick reader Word Count: 551 Tags: fluff
Standing on tiptoes, you silently wished you were a few inches taller as you reached futilely for the canister of tea.
“Need some help?” a deep voice asked.
You spun around and found Roger near the doorway, the absolute last person you wanted to see in this state – hair a mess, nose red from sneezing, eyes surely puffy.
Hello! I saw prompts were open, and figured I'd shoot my shot, and if you don't get to it it's fine! I don't suppose you could do the prompt "late night trysts" with Ikevamp Faust? It can be fluff or spicy, up to you! Thank you so much :)
A/N: I haven't written Faust in a long time but I saw this and immediately knew what I wanted to do. Here you go @almond-lebkuchen 💜 Vielen Dank für die Anfrage!
Faust x Reader
Prompt: Late Night Trysts, an entry for my and @lorei-writes Sunshine and Starlight CC; I went with spicy for this one.
WC: 750
It’s not a night anyone should be out. The blackened clouds tremble as they hurl piercing drops of cold water down onto the earth, battering the streets and buildings. Thunder throttles the sky, shaking loose more rain than the town has seen in a decade. It sluices between the cobblestones and clings to rattled windowpanes. Lightning angrily cracks its blinding whip across the heavens as trees bend to the will of the furious winds. Your dark cloak billows around you, fluttering angrily against the storm as it wraps itself around your legs. A hard yank sets you free as you continue hurrying across the wet stones and up the wide, slippery steps of the church. After all, you agreed to meet him, come hell or high water.
Tonight both are here.
Hello, aqua! May I please have chevalier and "cupping his cheeks and calling him cute"? I want to see his reaction :)
Thanks!
Hi anon - thank you for this request. I am always happy to write my favorite
The Exchange
A/N: Part of my Naughty or Nice event Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader Prompt: cupping his cheeks and calling him cute Word count: 1071 Tags: fluff
It was just another day in the office of the foreign affairs faction – Chevalier was seated regally at his desk, quill in hand, while Nokto, who was seated nearby, was reviewing trade agreements. Clavis was off somewhere, presumably the garden with Cyran digging traps. Luke was likely napping in the gardens, a menagerie gathering on his sleeping body.
You had just returned after visiting Sariel’s office, arms ladened with papers the king needed to sign. Chevalier looked up, his gaze softening upon seeing you, his smile gentle as you approached his desk. His eyes never left yours as you placed the stack of papers on his desk, waiting for you to take your seat next to him at his desk.
OMG !!! requests are open (and idk what's the right way to request but imma try :3) ahem, miss aqua may i please have william (ikevil) + wearing his clothes?
I added my own prompt, is that okay? :]
Hellooooo Inky! Thank you for this request - I had fun with this one. Maybe too much fun. I had so many different ideas as to where I could go with this, maybe one day I'll write some of those alternate scenes. Hope you enjoy this 😊
This Kiss
A/N: Part of my Naughty or Nice event. Pairing: William Rex x Reader (William's POV) Prompt: wearing his clothes Word Count: 1017 Tags: fluff
I was on my way back to the castle when I heard the most beautifully sweet music drifting through the gardens. Recognizing the melody, I smiled and hurried my pace; my robin was playing for me and I mustn’t make her wait.
I stood at the doorway, silently observing you, savoring every second you played. When we first met, you couldn’t play a single note. But look at you now – no longer my student, you’re now a master of the music you make. So determined to learn, you practiced at a dizzying pace until you were able to play even complex pieces on your own. Watching you grow as a musician, I grew prouder every day, even after that day when you were able to play without me by your side.
I knew as soon as I sat down next to you that you were up to something; why else would you lure me in with the first piece of music I taught you to play? The small glances you stole – quick, sneaky, happy glances – did not go unnoticed by me. And when your gaze drifted from my eyes, from my face, and lingered elsewhere, that was all the confirmation I needed.
I sat quietly after you finished playing; you led me here, you were in charge.
Hi :D I'd like to pretty please request azel 😈 :3, please and thank you!!
Hey @floydsteeth - so nice to see you in my inbox! You really made me work with this one - Azel is an interesting guy and quite unlike any other suitor I've written before. Thank you to the amazing translators on here for sharing their work - I'd be lost without your work. With this fic, I have once again written for all IkePri suitors.
Spark
A/N: Part of my Naughty or Nice event Pairing: Azel Radwan x Reader Prompt: naughty Word Count: 616 Tags: spicy? i tried, it's hard with this guy
“Where do you think you're going?”
You turned around slowly, your bag still in your hand, to face Azel who was lying in bed. Awake.
“I was going for a walk. Outside. I’ve been cooped up in this room with you for….three days? Not that you care,” you replied defiantly.
“You’re right. I don’t care.” He sighed dramatically and fell back onto the bed. “But if you must go out –”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Bad things and misfortune will come my way. Right?”