#ikemen prince oc

[dododrawsstuff]

Commission I did for @keithsandwich She always has super cute ideas, this time inspired by this post and I loved it so much!! Thank you so much for letting me draw them for you, also, little baby Aster is so adorable 😭 I want to squish his cheeks

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[ruribun]

i <3 my grumpy bf

[lorei-writes]

Do you love OCs? Well, we do too, and we'd like to meet them! OC Teahouse: OPEN NOW!

What is OC Teahouse?

OC Teahouse is a Tumblr community dedicated to Ikemen Fandom OCs. Come there to share & browse OC works, brainstorm ideas & roleplay with others!

Let's all share a cup of tea! >:) Can our OCs become friends?

How do I join?

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Be respectful.

We do not condone exclusive shipping. While in the Teahouse, we assume a multiverse-type situation, meaning that multiple versions of a single suitor exist independently at the same time.

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[floydsteeth]

A few doodles of ciel drinking

Her favourite is rum :P

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@ikedoll

Please tell me if you'd like to be removed or added :3!!

[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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[leonscape]

on mother’s day

ikemen prince au series

“papa! look what i drawed!” anastasia waived a sheet of paper in the air.

“ooh, let me see what you drew.” leon accepted her drawing and held it out in front of him. “wow! this is amazing! am i supposed to be the big lion?”

“yup! and i’m the small lion.” she smiled gleefully.

“i love it. we should hang it up somewhere,” leon said.

“papa? why don’t i have a mama?” anastasia suddenly asked.

leon froze. he looked into her curious, honest eyes and his heart shattered. he knew he’d have to explain it someday. but that day came too soon.

“mama is on a long trip,” leon answered, dishonestly.

“where?

leon hesitated. “paradise.”

“you mean… benitoite? uncle nokto takes a lot of trips there. does he see mama?”

“no, she’s somewhere very far away. we won’t be able to see her for a very long time.”

he gave her everything her little heart could ever desire. the one thing he couldn’t give her was a mother.

“aunt phoebe said she doesn’t have a mama too,” anastasia told him. “she misses her a lot so she drawed her.”

“you can draw mama too, if you want,” leon suggested.

“i will. and then i will give her it,” anastasia said. her determination sparkled on her face.

“you’re going to give mama your drawing of her?”

“yes.”

“all right.” leon pulls her into a hug. he wants to cry but he holds himself back. he promised her mother that he wouldn’t be too sad for too long.

[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 💙💚

[ikedoll]

ikepri oc 😇 he will probably undergo 80 different redesigns before i feel satisified with him but this is him for now !

his name is Nadir and hes from tanzanite. he likes poetry and music and crossdressing also but i havent really decided on a personality yet and im waiting for more stuff to be released ab tanzanite so i can give him a last name and decide his role but for now...

@xaintsero !!!

[noirsariel]

The Examination

A drabble about IkePri Oliver and his work.

The slide locks into place and the examination begins.

Oliver's eye combs over the sample before him. A patient arrived at a clinic in Rhodolite with an inflamed wound. The doctor had taken a sample and sent it over to be identified to ensure proper treatment, but also to track if this sort of infection was becoming too common in Rhodolite and warranted further attention.

He knew his job - identify, compare, advise treatment based off of previous data. At no point would Oliver see this patient, he wouldn't even know his name in an ideal situation. He was just another patient who needed help. If all was well, he'd hear from the doctor soon enough.

"Thank you," they would say, "that was it. The patient is well again." Those were good cases. Not every case was this fortunate.

Underneath the microscope's lens, he could see the skin cells and some muscle. He moves the glass slide along. What's not supposed to be here? What was causing the patient distress?

That was the joy of his work, it was the epitome of classification, of finding order in an otherwise chaotic world. True, not every disease was one that he could help with, there were things too small, too intricate for his lab to detect, but the things he found had names. They had shapes. They had expected behavior. He just had to find it and name it.

In between skin cells, he sees his target. A bullet like shape that shouldn't be there. He rotates the lens to look closer. There are hair-like proteins protruding from the bacteria, entangling itself within the open wound. He writes down his observation and backs off to grab one of his books.

These books were proof of that order. Everything he saw was catalogued there along with quick notes of what these pathogens looked like, what did he know they could cause, what could cure them.

However, there was the troubling part of his work - the cures. What worked yesterday may fail the next day and he has to give a pithy answer to a doctor. "It seems it no longer responds to penicillin - have you tried ceftazidime?" He would have to say. To be outwitted by something so small that it was only visible on these lenses was humbling.

What was on his slide was likely Pseudomonas aeruginosa. It wasn't strange to find it in a wound, but looking at his notes, the events were not clustered enough to warrant any alarm. He returned to his notes. A shot of antibiotics ought to do it and the man should be well.

He takes his notes and tears them out of the notebook. They are placed in an envelope. Tomorrow, a courier will come around and the doctor will receive the results of the test. However, for now, Oliver can take the slide and move it to the side.

He takes a new slide and slides it into place and the process begins anew.

[dododrawsstuff]

Kofi membership reward for @wistfulwanderingone !! She asked me to draw Clavis and her OC Cassandra! They're so cute and happy together 😭 she's also writing their story, you should definitely check it out!!

Kofi

[ruribun]

matching outfit y2k Realness cuties <333

[ by @/illy on crepe !! ] 🩷

[lorei-writes]

And so, the brainrot has been realised... Both, as suggested. Both.

@m-mmiy @keithsandwich @pathogenic @bicayaya @venulus @floydsteeth because I remember you from the og poll post >///<

[ikeprinces-stuff]

What happened after she played for him: ✨❤️

“You better be grateful it’s your birthday, 'cause if it wasn’t, there’s no way I’d be letting you pull this off...”

“If I'd known, I would've made every day my birthday!”

“Yeah, right, keep dreaming.” (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

(BACKGROUND BELONGS TO CYBIRD IKEMEN SERIES)

[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.

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[leonscape]

Ikemen Prince AU Series

“A Reflection of the Parents”

Kids are like sponges. They soak up every bit of information. They are also like mirrors in the way they mirror their parents’ behavior.

Lawrence and Anastasia seem to have picked up certain habits from their fathers.

Ever since he could remember, Leon always fell asleep while reading. The quiet words on the page always lulled him to sleep. He couldn’t help his eyes when they slowly started to droop from being bombarded by tiny letters on a large page.

And ever since he could remember, Chevalier has always known the value of a book. These books were the only world he had ever known to be tolerable. He couldn’t help but feel protective of them.

Leon had face planted right into the pages of the book. He looked like a little shrimp with the way his back bent over to rest his head on the table. When Chevalier saw this atrocious crime being committed, he walked up to Leon and pulled the book out from under Leon’s head. In response, Leon bonked his head on the table.

“Owww... What was that for?” Leon groaned, rubbing his forehead.

“How many times do I have to tell you that books are not pillows?” Chevalier huffed in frustration.

“I wasn’t using it as a pillow, I was reading it!” Leon said.

Chevalier scoffed, “Unless you’ve evolved to the point where you have the ability to read with your eyes closed, I doubt you were doing any reading.” Without another word, Chevalier walked off with the confiscated, or some might say rescued, book.

It wasn’t a new occurrence. Chevalier has been doing this to Leon for years. Nothing’s changed except for maybe Chevalier had become much more hostile and a little more protective.

So it wasn’t surprising when the exact same scene was set up between Leon’s daughter and Chevalier’s son.

Lawrence grabbed the book out from under Anastasia’s head. She bonked her forehead on the table and woke up in a painful daze.

“Ouchie! Hey! What was that for?!” Anastasia shouted, rubbing her forehead.

“Books are not pillows. You’re going to ruin the book with your drool,” Lawrence told her.

“You’re so mean!” she exclaimed and stomped out of the room.

Lawrence looked down at the book and slowly put it back. He wasn’t able to bring himself to look at the book after what he’d just done.

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[esther-viva-and-co]

From the Diary of Esther Materna-Michel

October 4th, 18XX Some days I lack words for my husband, and today was definitely one of them. I understand he got jealous, perhaps rightfully so. It's been rather hectic lately with Tete catching a cold and Rosa losing her favourite stuffed... blob? (Thank goodness Clavis promised to make her another one). I might not have been my most appreciative, so it probably stung when I gushed about the shawl Oliver @ollieslab has sent us.

That being said, Chevka is impossible.

Did he tell me that he wants more attention? Made some plans for the evening? Oh, for crying out loud, gave me a kiss? NO. He, in fact, did NOT. None of that! None!

So, what did he do?

You see, when I put our children to bed earlier today, I found new toys on the carpet of their room -- a wooden tiger and a ferret. It also just so happened that Chevka was passing by and stood in the doorway. Of course! What a coincidence! Just in time to see me marvel at them! I don't need to ask to know that he's carved those himself, and goodness, they are beautiful! The tiger has stripes, and they've been painted and lacquered and ---

Lord, I love this silly man. I love him so much.