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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!]

In no particular order, here’s how the filming of this season went:

Getting Nadia into her wig and makeup initially took almost an hour, but they got it down to the range of 30-45 minutes.

Her Devil wig, makeup, and prosthetics took a little longer, but considering that that ending is shorter than the Upright, it wasn’t too bad.

Wriggler was part CGI, part mechanized puppet.

The actress herself, and Lyra, were more amused by it initially than terrified, which helped things move along.

Nadia spent several months bonding with the owl that would become the basis for Chandra for the rest of the show’s run.

To get the fantastical coloring right for Chandra and the cheetah from The Red Market, there would be some CGI involved.

Julian got stuck in the wires that hung him upside-down during the Masquerade, so it took a bit in getting him down.

It seems to be a curse throughout the show that Julian gets stuck in rope-like things.

Meme or fanservice? Why not both?

When Asra enters the shop and sees Nadia and MC together, their surprise was genuine.

Asra technically wasn’t scheduled to be on set that day, but in order to have Nadia and Lyra be genuinely surprised he was there, it was done.

The scene in whether or not MC and Nadia were upfront with Portia—or played that mind-game—in order for her to reveal that she did invite Nasmira to the Masquerade was so emotional that there wasn’t a dry eye in the area.

Lyra, Nadia and Portia all hugged it out after the director called cut. 

A lot of set-based accidents would happen.

A majority of it would have been Lyra, or fellow cast members, being a bit overzealous in grabbing/holding onto something, only for it to snap under their weight/grip strength.

There were a few times that the lights for the set would blow out, but no one could ever find the root cause.

There are three versions of the scene in whether or not Lucio’s portrait gets burned by MC.

There was the one where Lyra suggested that MC set it on fire on accident rather than purposefully. She didn’t agree with the writers in MC burning it in retaliation to Lucio’s comments toward them.

Never got filmed.

There was the one that MC actually sets the portrait on fire, as seen with the paid scene in-game.

The third and final version released on tv/in the official DVD release is the one where MC leaves it alone, though the other two versions are mentioned/shown under the Bonus Features.

Nadia and Lyra trained together to horseback ride with Muriel’s help and other instructors.

There was an instance where the horse for Lysinger almost stomped on Lyra after bucking her off, but Muriel and Nadia saved her.

He grabbed the reins with other handlers while Nadia swooped in and carried her out of harms away.

The shoot for that day was cut short because Lyra was too rattled.

After that, Lyra stuck with Paloma from then on.

Appleberry was very nice, but Lyra was too big for him to handle.

There are very many pictures/videos both online and in the Bonus Features section showing Lyra just hanging out with Appleberry on and off set.

Nadia didn’t spend much time with the actors representing the rest of the Satrinava family, while in turn they did with each other.

It gave a better feel for how estranged Nadia was from them, but they all remained in relative, consistent contact after the show was over.

When Lyra first did the hand motions in casting ‘magic’, she looked so silly that it sent Nadia into fits of laughter the first few times.

“She was very adorable,” Nadia said during an interview. “How could you not love how she pictures things?”

The scene where Asra kisses Muriel in the ballroom made Lyra squeal just loud/high pitched enough to short out her mic.

No one knows how she managed that/it may have been a mic that was on its last leg anyway.

Some time ago, the actor for Valerius and Nadia once acted opposite to each other in a courtroom drama.

The scene where Valerius breaks his wineglass and cuts his hand open was an accident, but he kept going until he was taken away by the guards.

Once the director called cut, first aid was immediately administered.

Lyra was actually terrified upon seeing the half demon form that Valerius takes on toward the end of the season.

Bonus Features shows that B-cut footage of Lyra booking down the hall after spotting Valerius in the dark room they had him in.

“I felt so bad—she looked so terrified!” Valerius shakes his head in an interview.

After a bit of calming down of course, the shoot continued.

Nadia spent a lot of time with the Courtiers in their full makeup, so she wasn’t fazed by their appearance while Lyra/MC were unsettled by their looks.

Volta and Lyra maintain contact with each other long after the show is over.

Vlastomil gets asked to do his WRIGGLERRRRRR shout at conventions a lot.

Valdemar was an actor that almost did nothing but act in media relating to the horror/thriller genre, so their role as Valdemar was very, very well done.

“I still get nightmares from how they moved.” Lyra would says, shivering. “But! That means they’re doing their job well, so good on them!” [imagine her voice getting squeaky at this point].

Vulgora was a bit of a wildcard cast, but they bounced off of everyone reacting to their loud outbursts.

This led to a lot of people losing their composure because they were so funny, but they got the job done in the end.

A few scenes that hit the cutting room floor are as follows:

Nadia training MC to fence.

[Nadia and MC making a pillow fort together in her room].

The hints of MC’s family still being around in Vesuvia.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading this as I had with writing it!

Next: [Asra Alnazar]

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Invested in Asra and Muriel as each other’s first times

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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 :’)

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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.”

It’d taken some convincing—some assurances that Muriel wouldn’t hurt him, would never hurt him, but if he was uncomfortable he would definitely let Muriel know—but that’s how Asra ended up here, naked and gasping for breath as Muriel sinks into him with one long, hard thrust. It’s why Muriel has Asra’s hands pinned above his head, why Asra had thrashed enough to send half their pillows to the floor.

Fuck, it’s better than Asra even dared hope for. The sound of Muriel’s pants, hot and heavy against the shell of his ear, go straight to his dick. Asra moans when Muriel thrusts against him, hard, filling him up. His body tenses, straining, stretching around the thickness of him.

“Muri,” he gasps. “Muri, fuck—”

Muriel pulls out almost all the way, until just the tip of him is left inside Asra, and Asra whines until Muriel thrusts forward, insistent and unrelenting, just what he wants. Thunder cracks in time with Asra’s gasp, pulled straight and sudden from his lungs. Muriel fucks him just like that, bowed over him, one hand pinning Asra’s wrists above his head and the other gripping his ass.

Asra lifts his leg, weakly, babbling, “Put it on your shoulder—I wanna—” and he can’t finish his sentence, mind too hazy with pleasure, but Muriel knows. He always knows what Asra means, somehow. He grabs Asra’s thigh, fingers curving under the tender skin of his knee, and lifts his leg up onto his shoulder. Asra presses his other leg down onto the mattress, spreading him open for Muriel.

“Fuck,” he gasps, hips lifting into Muriel’s thrusts. His eyes flutter shut, his jaw going slack, and when Muriel kisses him, he moans. He nips at Muriel’s lip, and Muriel growls, his free hand sneaking under Asra’s hips and lifting him up, opening him up for deeper thrusts.

His cock brushes against Asra’s prostate, and every nerve in Asra’s body lights up. He moans, tensing, clenching around Muriel’s cock and making him groan against his cheek. It’s enough. Asra’s eyes roll back in his head. He gasps, weakly, Muriel’s name, and Muriel knows.

“No,” he says. That one word, so unexpected, startles him, and Asra blinks his eyes open just in time for Muriel to swiftly pull out, leaving him empty and shuddering, on the brink of release.

“No,” Asra whines, whimpering and writhing on the bed, trying to entice him back. “Muri, Muri, fffuck, I was close—”

“No,” Muriel says again. He strokes Asra’s cock, once, and Asra sobs, twitching. One more stroke, just one more, he’d be—

Muriel pulls away. His hands encompass Asra’s hips, turning him over, and Asra goes unresisting. He hums as Muriel positions him how he likes: legs spread, ass in the air, head pillowed on his arms. Asra buries his face into the mattress, shuddering when Muriel’s hands roam over his back to squeeze at his ass, pulling them apart to leave him open and exposed to Muriel’s sight.

“Is this because I was snippy about the oil?” Asra asks, voice muffled.

“Yes,” Muriel says. Asra looks over his shoulder and sees Muriel watching him, his eyes half-hidden under his heavy brows, but his lips pulled into a half smile. Asra snorts a laugh, one that’s cut off abruptly when Muriel lines himself up and sinks into him without any preamble.

“You—hah, ah—you were taking a whi—hile!”  

“So.” Muriel punctuates his point with a thrust that makes Asra shudder, his back bowing. He claws at the sheets, gasping, eyes fluttering shut as Muriel keeps his pelvis flush against Asra’s ass, grinding down against his prostate with small swivels of his hips.

“Mmngh—!”

His cock is dripping, his thighs shaking, barely able to hold his weight. If it weren’t for Muriel’s hand on his hip, he would be collapsed and trembling on the bed, he knows it. He wants to reach down between his legs, stroke himself until he comes all over the towel they’d laid out, but just as he’s thinking that, Muriel’s other hand comes around to hold his wrists to the mattress.

“Tell me when you’re almost there.” Muriel rubs his thumb over Asra’s wrist, a silent reassurance, and then he is fucking him, so hard that the bed creaks and the headboard hits the wall with every thrust. It’s—fuck, it’s beautiful. It’s just what he wanted, just what he’s thought of on those rare nights when he was alone and Muriel wasn’t there with him. Asra can’t stop his sounds of pleasure, can’t stop his gasps and groans and thrashes every time Muriel sinks balls-deep into him.

He doesn’t know how long Muriel fucks him like that, strong and holding him down as he’d asked. He only knows the fullness, the pleasure—and Muriel, Muriel above everything, his broad chest against Asra’s back and his rasping breaths against Asra’s ear and the warmth of his wide hands on Asra’s body, anchoring him. He only knows that Muriel builds him up to that edge once, twice, and doesn’t let him finish either of those times.

He’s never going to be snippy about Muriel’s thoroughness with the oil again, he thinks, wild and desperate and near-sobbing with pleasure, his hips rocking back to meet every one of Muriel’s thrusts.

Muriel’s cock brushes Asra’s prostate again, and Asra twitches, biting on the pillow to muffle his desperate moan. Maybe if he’s subtle, if he doesn’t show—

Muriel pauses, and Asra knows he’s realized. Then, slowly, Muriel begins to thrust again, maintaining that angle. Asra gasps fuck against the pillowcase, his hips jerking back to meet Muriel halfway. One thrust, two, against his prostate, and he’s shaking again.

“Muri,” he gasps, breaking his silent determination not to beg. “Muri, Muh—Muriel, please, pleaseplease, I’m so—I’m so close, fuck—”

“No,” Muriel says, and Asra sobs at the denial. The effort it takes, to obey Muriel, to not come, leaves him shaking. 

But then Muriel pulls out of him and turns him over again, onto his back. Asra reaches for him, hands smoothing over his chest as Muriel pushes Asra’s legs up and enters him again. When he’s balls-deep, as far as he can go, he braces himself over Asra, resting his forehead against Asra’s. One hand wraps around Asra’s cock, and Asra shudders, clenching around Muriel, making him moan.

Muriel buries his face against Asra’s shoulder. He says nothing, but Asra groans when his hand begins to move, jerking him off, relentless and certain. It doesn’t take much, not after all the teasing he’s been put through. He comes so hard his vision goes a little white, his eyes rolling back in his head and then fluttering shut.

When he comes to, Muriel’s breathing hard, and something warm trickles out of Asra. Asra laughs as he tries to catch his breath, tangling his fingers in Muriel’s hair and pulling him close for a proper kiss.

It doesn’t last long; Muriel’s also breathing hard. But when he pulls away, he watches Asra, his expression stoic but his eyes wary. He brushes curls out of Asra’s eyes, and asks, “Was that… okay?”

Asra smiles and lifts himself up to kiss him again. “Yeah,” he promises, voice rough from use. “Way more than okay.” 

When he knits his fingers behind Muriel’s neck and pulls him down, Muriel follows, and they spend the rest of the night with the sound of the rain as their only companion.

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A yandere Muriel au would be so interesting and cool idc hhhhh

[magicianapprenticelyra]

(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).

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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.