#ikemen prince oc

[ruribun]

matching outfit y2k Realness cuties <333

[ by @/illy on crepe !! ] 🩷

[cheese-ception]

Righty, so... the time has come to introduce my very own IkePri OC! To preface all the other details, Amethyst is the national stone of Korea irl, so I chose it as a place of his origin (as he'd hardly fit in the otherwise rather Euro-centric countries, which are currently in the game) Name: Jae-hwan Seong 성재환 Age: 29 Universe: IkePri Pairing: Yves Personal details: A young noble from Amethyst. His crest displays a goral (a goat-antelope). Outwardly quite aloof, but very loving towards those he holds dear. Employed as a high-ranking army officer (considers the military a defensive force, meant to protect and serve its own people, rather than actively invade or attack other nations). Proficient with most commonly wielded weapons, but favours spears / polearms. Has a sweet tooth, but isn't very good at baking or preparing sugary dishes (is a fairly decent cook though – just ask him to make you his favourite stew and you'll be in for a treat!). Appearance: 162cm, 57kg, lean/lightly toned dark, straight hair (usually worn with a middle or a slight side-part, but styling changes fairly often) hazel eyes wears brow-line glasses with a black upper rim Hobbies: fashion (very keen on showing off in both his parade uniforms, as well as a wide collection of civil attire) ballroom dancing listening to music (especially violin) reading (historical and romance novels for fun, strategy books for work) Overview: A disciplined man, who is incredibly loyal, once you gain his trust. Gentle and kind. Assertive and motivated when it comes to his job. Awkward when it comes to his feelings. Positively bewitched by Yves, whom he first met a few years ago during an impromptu concert in the street that Yves performed for the locals (at the request of belle). Back then he didn't dare approach the prince directly, but as time has passed, they've bumped into each other at several official functions, exchanging pleasantries and what he would like to think of as meaningful gestures. He's beyond smitten by pretty much everything Yves does and considers him incredibly beautiful. Jae-hwan is aware of his heritage, but not bothered by it whatsoever. What does bother him, however, is not knowing whether the prince could ever think of him in the same way as he does...

[violettduchess]

A/N: Another entry for my and @lorei-writes Falling for Fall CC!

Clavis x OC Marigold

Prompt: Rain (fluff)

WC: 1k

The carriage sways slightly from side to side as if gently dancing to the rhythm of the raindrops that fall on its roof. Outside, the driver wraps his cloak a bit tighter around his shoulders as water trickles in small streams off the wide brim of his hat. The experienced horses pick their way carefully across the increasingly muddy road, eager to get back to the palace where their warm stables and dry hay are waiting. Inside, the carriage’s two occupants are staring at each other.

One is smiling, the other scowling.

One is dry, the other dripping wet.

One’s eyes are twinkling like golden stars, the other’s eyes are narrowed, a storm of glaring gray.

“You know, most people would have considered the sky before heading out on foot so far from the palace. It’s been cloudy all day.”

Clavis leans back against the plush purple velvet of the carriage seat, his voice practically glowing with amusement.

Marigold’s lips press together, annoyance forming a straight line. Water drips from her now soggy chignon, trickling down her bare neck and soaking into the already wet collar of her dress, the color of which the rain has darkened from ochre to nearly brown.

“I told you. I wanted to collect mushrooms.” The basket is resting by her feet, the wicker glistening with water. “I read they only grow in the western part of the forest and it didn’t look quite so far on the maps.”

He grins slowly. “Aren’t you lucky that a handsome prince just happened to be traveling along the same, lonesome road you were walking upon? A few more minutes in that rain and you would have grown gills.”

The corner of her mouth ticks up for a moment and he feels an unexpected, surprising rush of satisfaction.

She shuts down the smile before it can blossom.

“Maybe,” she mutters, “If you hadn’t asked me if I was enjoying my stroll before inviting me into the carriage I would be capable of showing more gratitude.” She attempts to cross her arms, however her dress is damp and stiff and it makes the motion far less smooth than she would have hoped.

He observes her a moment and then leans forward, pulling off his long white coat, the golden tassels on the shoulders swinging enthusiastically. He holds it out to her.

“You’re cold. Here.”

Pride has her shake her head, little drops of water jettisoning left and right. “I’m fine.”

A moment of silence and then without warning, Clavis reaches forward, impulsively brushing the back of his bare fingers across her cheek. She gasps at both the unexpected warmth of his skin and the boldness of his gesture.

His gaze locks with hers and the shiver that runs through her has nothing to do with any chill.

“Apologies for ruffling your feathers, little owl. But I am simply proving that you need this more than I do. Now….may I?”

She nods, adjusting her gold-rimmed glasses and leans forward, allowing him to drape his coat more evenly across her shoulders. He’s closer to her than he has ever been before and she catches the scent of rain mixed with something familiar and soothing: lavender. 

He pauses, glancing at her, his hands still on her shoulders. A turn of the head, a sudden lurch of the carriage, a yank on his cravat and their lips would touch. Marigold is transfixed, unable to look away from the bright gold of his eyes and Clavis is searching hers intently, a man looking for answers in the silver of her gaze.

What is she doing?!

She pulls back quickly, sucking in a deep breath as if that will slow the wild hammering of her heart and the delicate moment breaks like a spider’s web in the wind. Clavis leans back, adjusting his jacket with one hand, pretending to straighten it. The lightning in the carriage is dim: only a small oil lamp swings from one of the corners to fight the gloom, and so the shadows hide the flush of color that paints both of their cheeks.

“Thank you,” she manages to say after clearing her throat.

“The lady is most welcome.” His tone is light, airy, and yet somehow sounds….hollow. He tries to sound casual, but there is something quite serious happening inside his heart.

They continue along the road to the palace in silence until Marigold frowns, lifting her gaze to look at the prince.

“Clavis?”

He’s staring out the window, uncharacteristically quiet, but turns, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yes, Marigold?”

“The road you were on when you found me.”

Something in his expression shifts. He knows where this is going but doesn’t interrupt her. He simply raises his eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.

“It doesn’t go anywhere but the forest. There is no reason to be on it unless you’re heading into or out of the woods.”

Now his smile is genuine, soft in a way that she hasn’t seen before. He shrugs, trying to make the gesture seem relaxed and nonchalant.

“Perhaps I felt like a woodland walk.” He glances at her. “Or…..maybe I knew a certain researcher would be so intent on collecting her mushrooms that she might misjudge the distance and ignore the signs of inclement weather.”

Marigold’s lips part but no sound comes out. He specifically went out….looking for her?

He begins to talk again, this time about the upcoming Autumn Ball and all the delightful guests that will be attending, his words a waterfall of sound that he hides behind to cover the magnitude of care he has shown for her.

Marigold leans back, adjusting his large, warm coat. His scent surrounds her, his voice fills the enclosed space.

Despite the rain and her wet hair and soaked clothes….she doesn’t feel uncomfortable. 

Being here with Clavis, in fact, feels…..warm and safe. 

It feels like home.

Marigold turns her gaze to the carriage window, her heart suddenly beating swiftly.

How….what….why?

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[ikeprinces-stuff]

Event: Falling For Fall Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes Prompt: Gossamer (fluff)

WC: 694

TW : insomnia Previous prompt: Rain. Foraging. Moon. Gold Characters: Nokto Klein & Prince OC [Vernard Mürrisch] A/N: This was hard for me to write since it took me a long time to understand the meaning of the word 'gossamer' 😅

🕸️[𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬]🍂

The carriage rolled through the moonlit streets, the crisp autumn air seeping in through the slightly ajar window. Leaves, the color of burnt umber and crimson, danced in the faint glow of the streetlamps, their fragile forms like gossamer caught in a gentle breeze. Inside, Vernard, his moonlight-white hair framing a face etched with quiet weariness, leaned back against the plush cushions, a subtle sigh escaping his lips. Nokto, ever the picture of effortless charm, sat beside him, his silver hair gleaming under the dim light, his crimson eyes alight with a mischievous glint.

"My, my, Vernard," Nokto drawled, a teasing lilt to his voice. "It seems the ladies were quite taken with your quiet demeanor tonight. Almost as if they were trying to… whisk you away."

Vernard, never one for elaborate social interactions, simply dismissed the remark with a faint, "Nonsense." His jade eyes, usually sharp and watchful, held a hint of fatigue.

"Oh, come now," Nokto chuckled, sensing the other's desire to end the conversation. "Surely, you don't believe me when I say that your presence was quite the spectacle tonight."

Vernard, recognizing the subtle change in Nokto's tone, knew his brother was trying to gauge his mental state. He sighed again, a deeper sound this time. "I excused myself early. You didn't need to follow me back."

Nokto's teasing facade faded slightly. "I was simply tired of the festivities, so I decided to return." He paused, a hint of sweetness lacing his voice. "Though, one must wonder why such a diligent guardian chose to leave so early. Rest is crucial, especially before unexpected surprises might unfold…"

Vernard's lips tightened, a flicker of irritation in his eyes. "One rests when one dies, Nokto. A guardian's duty knows no respite, no matter how tempting slumber may be. Eyes must remain open, even when the body yearns to close them."

Nokto's gaze softened, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Oh, Vernard. There's no need to encrypt your insomnia in such dramatic fashion. We both know that sleep doesn't come easily for you."

Vernard flinched, a subtle twitch of his right ear, his only giveaway of discomfort. He quickly scratched it, pretending not to have heard Nokto.

The silence that followed was filled with unspoken words, the rustling of the carriage and the whisper of autumn leaves. It was a silent understanding between the two princes, a bond of shared experiences, and perhaps, a touch of unspoken sympathy on Nokto's part.

Nokto continued, the teasing tone returning, though with a gentler touch. "You know, the palace residents are starting to miss your ever-present… organization. Leon, Jin, Yves, Licht… even Sariel."

Vernard's lips curved into a slight, almost imperceptible smile. "I want them to get used to it. It's one of the reasons I find myself accompanying you and the rest to these… arduous endeavours."

Nokto chuckled, a warmth in his voice. "You say that every time you leave the palace for days on end, yet they refuse to let you truly disappear from their sight. They'll never quite understand your desire for distance."

Vernard leaned forward, his gaze distant, as if looking past the carriage windows toward an undefined horizon. "I will manage, Nokto. One day, the name 'Vernard Mürrisch' will be nothing but a forgotten echo. It's my ambition."

Nokto's smile faded slightly. He knew Vernard meant every word, the desire for anonymity, for escape from the suffocating palace life. But he only let out a light laugh, choosing to brush the comment aside, hiding his understanding and a flicker of concern for the other. He looked at Vernard, mirroring Licht's understanding way of seeing the world, a sympathy that only few could see.

The carriage finally pulled up to the palace gates, the sprawling stone structure a looming silhouette against the star-studded sky. The autumn air, now a tangible presence, seemed to hold its breath as the two brothers exited the carriage, and walked towards the palace, each carrying their own burdens and secrets.

The gossamer threads of their complicated relationship, like the fragile autumn leaves, danced in the uncertain breeze, a testament to the delicate and intricate tapestry of their intertwined lives.

Fin ❤️✨

[yonaaaahowell]

Finally, a cute and beautiful commissioned art of my OC, Yona! 💙💚

Meet Yona 💙💚🥰☺😊

Attire is inspired from the game itself!!! 💙💙

The necklace from Keith's CG!

Artist: Rizana 💙💚

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Here are the secrets and Roumours I came up with!

[rjthirsty]

Dahlia (IkePri OC)

I was playing around with several character sheets and shipping charts over the last month while I wasn't feeling well. They're easy for me to fill out and it doesn't take much effort to add to a post. They're also fun for me, and gives me something to do while in bed.

Anyways, here's one for Dahlia, my Emma insert. She has the same sort of backstory as Emma, since I hadn't made her really into an OC when I started playing her. But over time, she became her own person and now exists in several AUs where she is either shacked up with most of the Rhodolite princes in a polycule, hanging out in Obsidian as a throuple with Gil and Roderic, and sometimes I consider a set up with Silvio and Rio as the master of two disobedient puppies.

This one was interesting, since I've never seen one that gave you so much choice over body parts and sex.

[ruribun]

silmiu date in benitoite <3

[kiyomizuki]

SYLVE AND OPAL 💕 !!

I have so much brainrot even if it's not much at all, here's my new OCs for IkePri. Sylve is a custom MC shipped with Chevalier (she follows his route almost exactly) and Opal is an OC (one of two, I haven't drawn their sister yet) shipped with everyone's favorite little menace, Clavis. I love them both very much xD

The little drawing in the corner of Sylve's was my first doodle of her.

Uni can take my sleep and my sanity but it can never take my blorbos. They're mine until the end of eternity mwahaha

Sylve, Opal (c) @kiyomizuki (they're my designs lolz) Ikemen Prince (c) Cybird (I did not make this game obvs)

[cheese-ception]

Jae-hwan's basic fit, exhibit A (colour scheme: black/purple/silver)

[violettduchess]

A/N: I was a wee bit annoyed yesterday at the anon that seemed to be lamenting writers "suddenly" having OCs. So I wrote a short fic with mine because a) IT'S FUN and b) I felt like it. OCs are awesome and we should celebrate the creativity they represent!

My OC Leyla Quinn x Silvio, established relationship

One shot: Silvio and his fiancée on a rainy night in Rhodolite

WC: 1k

The ornate door to one of the royal suites inside the elegant Rhodolite palace swings open, bringing with it the scent of orange blossoms that always precedes Silvio’s fiancée. Leyla herself follows a moment later, shaking the rainwater out of her hair and kicking the door shut behind her. She had already removed her muddy boots before setting foot back inside the grand palace, walking barefoot through the palace and back to the suite, much to the servants' astonishment. Most people would not have been that thoughtful.

“God damn, who knew you’d get rain like this so far away from the sea?” Water drops fall from her like tiny pearls, littering the rich carpet with little dark spots.

The newspaper Silvio has been attempting to read is thrown aside as he shoots to his feet, annoyance written in every line of his face.

“Where the hell have you been?” His tone is sharp with displeasure, loud with irritation. It would have sent many others a step backwards in surprise, flinching with unease.

Leyla doesn’t even look away from wringing out her long, dark hair.

“Down, boy. Watch who you’re barking at.” She straightens up, but doesn’t stop moving, unbuttoning the front of her damp navy blue overcoat with quick, practiced fingers.

“Woman, you said you would be back before dark and that was an hour ago.” He’s watching her with narrowed eyes as she peels off her coat, then turns, walking into the bathroom, but not before revealing a quick glimpse of a white blouse now covered in tantalizing, transparent patches.

He breathes out, collecting his thoughts. Don't get distracted, Silvio. She had him fucking worried. He's pissed. She's gotta know that he was sitting here, watching the storm through the windows, wondering if she was ok. So yeah, stay focused. Focused.

When she returns, she’s hung all of her wet clothing over the rim of the large porcelain bathtub and is now wrapped in a fluffy white oversized bathrobe with a charming red Rhodolitian rose embroidered above her heart. Her hair is still damp with rainwater, a curtain of dark waves that smells like springtime and daydreams, spilling over her shoulders and down her back. 

His breath catches in his chest. She's so damn beautiful.

“I lost track of the hour as I was visiting Oliver in his lab and he was telling me about his latest-”

Fuck staying focused.

“Don’t care.”

Silvio crosses the room in just two long strides, wrapping an arm around Leyla’s waist and pulls her to him, overcome with the desperate need to feel her against him. He ducks his head, closing his eyes as he breathes in deeply, orange blossoms and rainwater, desire and love.

Feeling the way his strong hands hold her close brings a smile to her face. With Silvio, it never feels like he’s trapped her. It’s possessiveness, yes, but never a cage. It’s protection and want. It’s security and comfort. It’s a promise to never let go.

His mouth eagerly travels the line of her neck, brushing aside her hair for better access. Hunger spreads like wildfire through her veins but his kisses also carry something else, something more delicate, something vulnerable and silken within their heated depths.

Leyla grins slowly. “Missed me that much, did you?” 

His “Shuddup” is muffled as he kisses his way up towards her mouth and she starts to laugh. Even now, after all they have been through together, he still gets flustered, reluctant to reveal that tender part of him that she knows is there, the one that belongs to her and only her. 

“Aw, pup, were you pining for me? Counting down the minutes until I returned, each one an eternity as you ached with–Ahh!”

Her teasing is cut off as he swiftly hoists her up and over his shoulder, turning and stalking towards the canopied bed with its red and gold bed covers and gold satin pillows.

“That’s enough out of you, wench,” he grunts as he tosses her down, the sound of her delighted laugh filling the room and warming him more than any fire ever could.

He wraps his long fingers around her wrists, pinning them up by her head. She looks up at him, sky-blue eyes flashing with something just as bright and brilliant as the lightning outside, the echo of her laughter lingering as a smile.

“Hey Silvio?”

He doesn’t know where to settle his gaze. Her hair is a pool of ebony waves around her, her luxurious robe has slipped off of one shoulder to reveal an enticing amount of skin, and there’s still that smile on those lips….

“Yeah?” The word is a rasp from the back of his throat.

“Guess who loves you.”

His cheeks flush and he looks away, his chest rising and falling with every quick breath he takes.

“Goddamnit, sea witch, why–”

“No really, can you guess anyone? Cause I certainly can’t. For a prince, you’re rather annoying and loud and–”

She’s cut off as he lowers his mouth to hers with a growl, stopping her teasing words. More laughter bubbles within her chest as she hooks one leg around his and kisses him back with all her might. She can get away with teasing him like this because they both know the truth: they were two souls adrift in an endless sea of doubt who, despite the odds, have found safe harbor in each other’s arms. The journey may have been long, but now that they have conquered the darkness and the hidden perils of a dark ocean of uncertainty, she knows their hearts are so entwined, there is no untangling them.

He releases her wrists, intending to make quick work of her robe when she catches his face in her hands, holding him still. Her thumbs lighty stroke over his cheekbone as she searches his gaze.

“Hey.” One little word, soft and sincere, perhaps odd to any outsider but to them, it carries a weight far beyond its three letters. It’s the softest part of her heart reaching out to him, saying hello love of my life. Hello.

And he’s lost in the light of her eyes, the dulcet sound of her voice, the velvet of her touch. 

“Hey,” he murmurs quietly in return. I hear you, the word answers. And I love you too.

She smiles and closes her eyes as he leans down, pressing his lips to hers. An unspoken promise renewed on this rainy, Rhodolite night.

Tagging: @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @aria-chikage

@redheadkittys @tele86 @dear-mrs-otome @olivermorningstar @writingwhimsey

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@ikesimpleton @ikemenlibrary @namine-somebodies-nobody @cellophanediamond @whatever-fanfics

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[ikeprinces-stuff]

[🌹𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆🎻]

Fandom : Ikemen prince

Characters : Leon Dompteur x Romarin ?????? [OC]

“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬' 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲” :

𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦... 𝘐𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵-

𝘈𝘯 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 ... 🦁🥀

𝘈 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ... 🐦‍⬛🎻

Leon, the mighty king of Rhodolite, has long yearned to break free from the shackles of his lonely existence. His once devoted heart, now a hollow shell, was left shattered when his beloved chose to depart, allowing him to ascend the throne and fulfill his lifelong dream. Yet, in the midst of his royal isolation, a captivating violin melody graces his ears, stirring something deep within his very core.

It's not just his senses that are enchanted, but his heart as well. A new tale begins to unfold for the king of beasts, one filled with the promise of companionship and authenticity. But who is this mysterious virtuoso, able to move the melancholic monarch in ways no one has before? As conspiracies and intrigue swirl around them, Leon and the violinist are pulled into a vortex of their shared past - one that was once painted in bleak hues, but one that is remolded by the harmonies of the violin.

Will this serendipitous encounter be the key to unlocking the fullness of life the bitter king has always craved? Or will the shadows of yore tear asunder the fragile bond forming between these two lost souls?

Chapters :

Tendon Entanglement (1.5k)

The Melody Of A Kiss (1.7k)

Two Cups Of Warm Love (1.5k)

Symphony Of Longing (2k)

Lost Souls Found In Music (3k)

Whispers Of An Itinerant Heart (3k)

Harmonies Of Intrigue (4k)

The Injured Songbird (4k)

Chords Of A Caged Heart (3k)

Beneath The Violin Case (5k)

Tagging who might appreciate the series: @the-bird-and-the-flute @aquagirl1978 @reborn-elven-spirit @chirp-a-chirp @fang-and-feather @queengiuliettafirstlady @wistfulwanderingone @william-rex

[silkkorchid]

Ok here is Ikepri!Amaryllis

Ikepri!Amaryllis prefer to close her eyes, but she is well acquaintances with Emma as she is one of her regular.

She was originally from Ruby but came to Rhodolite to escape the civil war.

Her work is an apothecary, as she is used to treating patients that have been poisoned

She is not loyal to any kingdoms, but more over staying on neutral grounds than getting herself in trouble

Tag list: @sh0jun

[vernys-atelier]

It's my birthday...

*runs and hides in his room like every year*

[theunpaidtherapistsclub]

I repurposed my original OCs for my new hyperfixations

[tulipsaisle]

Introducing My OC: Shiloh Hayes of Ikemen Prince

Please to meet our girl:

Shiloh Hayes

Rhodolite's Sassy Little Flower

"I'll be honest with you, that one prince acts like a fox in heat when he sees a woman."

A young countryside maiden who moved to the capital so she could start her florist bookkeeper dream. She's always keen to learn about the world, especially about her own country and its prosperity over the years despite the struggles. Her beauty's like a flower yes, but she's a flower with thorns - she may look innocent and ditzy, but don't let that fool you for she has the quickest, sharpest comeback that'll probably put you in a coffin.

Others: She grew up in a faraway village with her mom who owns a big flower garden and a small barn. She moved to live in the capital not long after The Bloodstained Rose Day. Shiloh has many personalities with the princes - specifically Nokto. She acts like she hates him but she enjoys his company (although she won't admit it)

Birthday: 26th May Height: 162cm Occupation: florist and bookkeeper Hobbies: Reading, planting flowers, cooking, browsing for clothes Favorite Food: Fricasse Likes: flowers, books, pretty wardrobes, her mom (she loves her very much) Dislikes: rowdy men Personality: She's nice and friendly, usually keeps to herself, judges people in her head and outside her head, sassy and snarky, a tsundere, she's an adorable excited baby when talks about her hobbies (especially fashion), if being teased and she couldn't find a comeback she'll blush (HARD), she has alcohol tolerance (surprise surprise) but is crazy when drunk Pairing: Nokto Klein

Nokto's Love Rival: Jin, Clavis, Silvio and Kagari

Special Mentions: @chandeliermichel @judejazza @celiciaa @flimflam707 @oni-girx @rachoka @sako-mii @jksbdgrl @sh0jun