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Actor AU: Season 1 [Nadia Satrinava]
Credit for the basis of the AU goes to both @lightvsdark18 and @lynmay-arcana.
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Nadia Satrinava—Behind the Scenes & On Set Happenings/Shenanigans
[Of all the routes, Nadia’s is the one with the decent balance of showing off how all of the Main 6 would interact with one another. What better way to start off the show?]
A lot of nerves ran high when production started. No one knew for sure if this show would work, much less be approved for the proposed six seasons.
[More under the cut!]
Invested in Asra and Muriel as each other’s first times
Last year (August 2019 vs this year (June 2020)!!! My tastes and my art have both aged like a fine wine. I think it’s very easy for me to become discouraged about my art so doing a redraw like this really highlights how I’ve improved :’)
eyes fluttering shut and eyes rolling into the back of your head from pleasure for Asra and Muriel if you're up for taking prompts? Please and thank you!!
nsfw 🔞
Asra had wanted something different, tonight. The thunderstorm had given him a strange, restless sort of energy, one that made him look at Muriel—at the strength in his arms, his hands, his broad chest—and want. He always wants Muriel, in some way, either pressed up against him at night or by his side in the marketplace.
But tonight, as the storm was rumbling through Vesuvia’s skies and making the windows rattle in their panes, as Muriel was kissing him on the bed and his hands had slipped under the hem of Asra’s shirt, it was different.
It had made Asra rock against Muriel and tell him, “I want you to use your strength on me.”
A yandere Muriel au would be so interesting and cool idc hhhhh
(myheavenofinvention) 3, 28, and 34 for the ask meme plz 💙💙💙
3. Which of the main 6 do you want to slap the most? Mun: Not slap, but take them by the lapels and tell them to get more sense for everyone’s sake, ESPECIALLY theirs: Lucio and Julian are a tie.
28. Give an unpopular opinion. I dunno if I have one?
34. Favorite non-apprentice-based ship? Nadian (Nadia and Julian), Asmuri (Asra and Muriel), and Pordian/Natia (Portia and Nadia).
If youre still taking prompts 23 sappy asra/muriel ? 👀
23. What’s cookin’ good lookin’?
“Wh—what?” Muriel’s head whips around to where Asra lays on the bed, his expression such a mixture of horror and confusion Asra can’t help but erupt in laughter. As he giggles, Muriel’s brow furrows, and he blinks, several times.
“I said,” Asra wheezes, grinning at him, “I said—pffhahaha, I said, what’s—”
“I heard you,” Muriel replies, quickly, looking back at the pot bubbling above the fire. “Don’t say it again.”
“Aren’t you cooking?” Asra laughs so hard he snorts. “Aren’t you good looking?”
“Stop.”
Asra curls over onto his side, giggling uncontrollably, until his sides ache and his lungs burn. Muriel only shakes his head as he grabs a wooden bowl and the ladle, its handle wrapped in thick layers of cloth. He doesn’t look at Asra as he says, “You can’t have any stew.”
That shuts Asra up. He sighs, lifting a hand to wipe the tears beading at the corners of his eyes. He splays over the furs, inhaling deeply, the scent of cooked meat and spices making his stomach rumble. He hasn’t had anything to eat since last night.
With a sigh, he swings his legs over the bed and gets up, ambling over to where Muriel sits with his back to him. He could just get a bowl and serve himself, he knows where Muriel keeps everything, but the opportunity to tease Muriel a little bit more is too irresistible.
He puts his hands on Muriel’s shoulders, smiling when Muriel doesn’t tense up. Baby steps, he thinks, glancing at Muriel’s throat—bare, now, as it has been for some time. How far they’ve come, in the few months they’ve been together, in the few months since his eyes were finally opened to what had been in front of him all this time.
He dips his head down to kiss Muriel’s shoulder, smiling when Muriel inhales and sets down his spoon. “Hmmm,” he says, humming against Muriel’s skin. He lets his lips drift over his shoulder, presses a kiss to his throat. Muriel shivers, and Asra’s chest warms. He kisses Muriel’s jaw and murmurs, “Can I please have some stew? Pretty pretty please, Muri? It smells really good.”
Muriel lasts an admirable ten seconds, his blush deepening with every passing moment. “…… Fine.”
“Thank you,” Asra says, with a kiss to his cheek. “Good lookin’.”
He laughs as Muriel sputters, and goes to serve himself some stew.