#ikepri matthias

[dicenete]

IkePri Suitors!

I shaded these quite quickly o.o I just wanted to get this out of my system xDD

But here we are ^^ I tried to color pick the skin colors from the sprites, and well there aren't much diversity here.

[givemegivemesome]

I translated Beast Encyclopedia for ikepri users who have difficulty understanding Japanese. I searched the character illustrations and made it😊

I couldn't get a background illustration. Because the Beast Encyclopedia of 3 new characters currently exists only on paper goods,, Thus I did a little editing by using photo of those paper goods.

When the official version comes out, it might have some differences with officially uploded Encyclopedia.

I tried to improve the illustration quality by retouching but it's the limit I guess...🥲 I thought you might be veryvery curious before the official version come up!! hope you enjoy it💓

If there are any incorrect translation, please let me know..😅 Thank you~

[hakuoyuki]

Hello Hello, I am back from my semi-permanent hiatus to share what's known so far about the 3 new foreign princes from Tanzanite, Achroite, and Kogyoku as shared from Chevalier Proposition of Love Chapter (a.k.a. Chevalier's Sequel which followed the event after the end of his True Love (Romantic) End)

[clavissionary-position]

There's not an unserious bone in his body.

[omitted]

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—edited screencaps from Nokto's sequel, Chapter 8. Translated with Google and Jisho. Accuracy not guaranteed.

[judesmoonbeauty]

THEY ARE COMING!!

[aquagirl1978]

@floydsteeth make of this what you will. This was his response to Kagari bringing dorayaki to the meeting.

When I said he's law abiding...I meant it.

[kitsurei17]

Matias Matthias ❄️

[dicegoblinstreasures]

WORK IN PROGRESS I JUST WANTED TO SHARE! I'm not sure when I will get these finished since I will be travelling this week so... we will see :D I just wanted to share this since people were so excited about the rest of the cast! T^T I will tag this spoiler because well there might be some spoiler-ish elements in some of the characters (I'm just making sure). I have only played Gilbert's and Silvio's routes from this bunch so if there is something I have missed then that's that. (I will play Keith's after Yves's and probably Rio's at somepoint, not sure about the new princes yet.) There are purely my headcanons, and in my eyes Silvio has a body of a swimmer, Azel has the hip sway of a god, and well Gilbert is... well. For the others, I don't yet have too massive headcanons but I tried to give them some personality! IkePri Tag Team! @scummy-writes @goustmilk @solacedeer @m-mmiy @mxrmaid-poet @pawnkyyy @ludivineikewolf @violettduchess @floydsteeth @wistfulwanderingone

[beechoux]

Welcome, Prince Matthius 🩵

Reference

[norel-ravenclaw]

My LGBT headcanons for Ikepri 🌈

Leon - Straight. Might be gay for one man on the planet if he was the right one

Chevalier - Canon demi-pan

Clavis - Chaos bi/pan

Yves - He wishes he wasn’t straight. Maybe the perfect feminine man would be able to reach his heart?

Licht - Demi-straight

Nokto - If he hasn’t fucked men in his negotiations I’ll eat my damn hat. (Also, who made the oc Adam? I love you for that)

Luke - Straight

Jin - Straight, but he’d be happy to make love to someone trans. All boobies are good boobies

Rio - Emma/MC-sexual 😆

Sariel - Canon pansexual (sapio-sexual)

Silvio - Sass-sexual, change my mind 😂

Keith - Bi, female preference

Gilbert - Emma/MC-sexual 😳

Kagari - Either straight or chaos gay

Matthias - Straight (to horny jail)

Azel - Either demi-straight, or demi-bi, but definitely most attracted to money

Cyran - Sapio-sexual bi (someone help him)

[dicenete]

Heyyyy, it is the second set of the Princes from IkePri : D I might feel like I bit rushed this, but. It is done! These bodytypes are kinda my headcanons or so, I tried to keep them somewhat consistent with the sprites. Like trying to pinpoint some differences in their anatomy and run with those. Or if there were things that I remember from the descriptions. (I'm looking at you, Keith and you towering over everyone like Luke)

The heights might not be the consistent thing because it is quite hard to show 1cm difference in some. So take those with a grain of salt. The Rhodolite Princes you can find here

I also finished Yves's route and that boy needs some love. He was so wholesome! I just want to protect him, okay? Also started Keith's route now. He has been quite adorable, but we will see where it goes...

[violettduchess]

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.

“Seems like coming tonight was a good idea.” You hardly recognize your voice, your breath so shallow, the words rising and falling on an ocean of yearning. He grins against your lips, pulls you even closer. “It will be,” he murmurs with a playful bite to your lower lip. You would chastise him, but you’re laughing too much, giddy with desire and wine and Cyran. Not many have access to this side of him, this passionate, soft, sweet soul that has allowed you in where few have ever tread and holds you there, safe and loved.

“We should at least find somewhere….not quite so woodsy.” You love him and you want him, but you’re also very aware of the sounds of the music, still audible even from the trees where you have hidden yourselves, the laughter of the festival crowd punctuating the air. With great control, he steps away from you, pausing a moment to brush your hair from your shoulders, tuck an errant strand back into place tenderly before looking back at the twinkling village, his bright eyes scanning the night. Then he smiles, slow and satisfied.

“The carriage is not far away. I believe we told the driver we’d stay until midnight which gives us over an hour–” He doesn’t need to say another word. You’ve already threaded your fingers through his, leading the way.

Matthias

He watches the dancing crowd with serious blue eyes, the flickering flame of the torches illuminating their azure depths like frostfire. His tall, strong body radiates a stillness contradictory to the energetic fiddle music that surrounds you. You reach out, sliding your hand into his, wrapping your fingers around his prominent knuckles. A slight tug is all it takes. He glances down at you and tilts his head in inquiry.

“You want to dance?” It doesn’t take a soldier’s hawk-eyed vision to see the hope in your face, the bright question in your eyes. Anyone else would get a cool shake of his noble-head, a frown on his beautiful lips. But you aren’t just anyone. For you, he’d move mountains. For you, he’d raze villages. For you, he will dance.

Effortlessly he takes you into his arms and steps seamlessly into the moving crowd. Under his steady guidance you glide across the cobblestones of the town square as if they were smooth as ice, faster and faster. You are a petal in the wild wind, stardust blown across the snow-capped peaks of the Acroite mountains. You focus on him as the world spins around you. The warm torchlight highlights the blond of his hair and he looks as if he has been kissed by the flames. He quite literally takes your breath away.

You spin like twin planets to the fiddlers' spirited playing until, sadly, the bows pull their final stroke across the strings and the music comes to an end. With your heart racing and your cheeks warm with joy and exertion, he leads you away, sliding a strong arm around your waist as you try to catch your breath. He bends down, his lips close to your ear. “Is everything alright?” You nod, leaning into the strength of his side. When you meet his gaze, you find him studying you, concern tugging his mouth down into a frown. “It was a lively dance and we spun so quickly.” You pause, offering him a gentle smile. “But I do so love dancing with you, Matthias.”

The sincerity of your words pierces his worried demeanor and softens his expression, washing his handsome face in the soft watercolor of love. Spontaneously, he cups your cheek and bends further to kiss you, once, with more tenderness than anyone would think him capable of. You know there is more in that gesture than words could do justice. “My Rosebud.” And then he smiles, soft as morning mist over the mountains. “I love dancing with you, too.”

Clavis

The liquid in your hammered tin cup is a very aggressive green, even in the light of the bonfire at the town’s center. Skeptically, you raise your gaze to Clavis, meeting his delighted golden gaze. “What did you do to my whiskey?” He is still in the process of tucking the small packet of powder back into his jacket pocket. His grin never falters as he looks into your cup and then into your eyes. “Try it, my sweet lamb. I promise I’ve only made it even tastier than usual.” Noting the furrow of your brow, he traces his finger along your cheek. “Trust me, darling. I’d never deceive you.”

You soften at his words. He’d never do anything to hurt you…or make you ill. Ignoring the way your body wants to rebel at the noxious color, you bring the cup to your lips and drink. Flavor explodes across your taste buds. It’s the warmth of a hearthfire on a cold winter’s night. It’s the smokey-voiced whisper of a lover asking you to come to bed. It’s an explosion of amber rioting en masse on your tongue. It’s powerful and comforting and unlike anything you have ever tasted.

“Clavis,” you gasp, gripping his arm with your free hand. “This is amazing.” If he were a peacock, he’d be splaying his tail feathers right now. “I told you, my love.”  He links his arm through yours. “Come with me, let’s go watch the fire eater. I’ve heard amazing things.” You take another sip from your cup. “I drink more of this and I bet I can give them a run for their money.” He laughs as you walk together towards the grassy area where you can watch the display. “Perhaps I should be sure.” Pausing, he catches your chin and tilts your head up before leaning down to kiss you. You melt into the familiar feel of his lips, the comfort of his scent and touch. He takes a moment longer to open his eyes, savoring the taste. “No more flames here than the usual ones every kiss from you causes.” You shake your head, unable to keep from giggling. 

As you settle down onto the cool grass to watch the fire eater, Clavis sneaks a glance at your profile. Beloved, beautiful, the most dear sight in the entire world to him…..even if your lips have turned a most vivid shade of green.

Chevalier

There is so much to see! Acrobats tumbling across the grass, a bonfire right in the town’s center. Fairy lights are strung from building to building. Vendors ply their wares, selling everything from homemade jewelry and woven scarves to meat pies and whiskey. A lively band plays a jig and townspeople dance with glowing abandon, clasping hands and fluttering eyelashes. Young couples sneak off into the bordering forest while others take to the cover of the shadows between buildings. You finish your last bite of powdered pastry and turn to Chevalier who is watching the revelry with a neutral expression. “Do I have any sugar on my face?” He glances at you and the corner of his mouth lifts in an amused smile. “Naturally.” He reaches up, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the dusting of white at the corner of your mouth. You’re contemplating playfully biting that thumb when you hear a wail from quite nearby.

A small child of about five years old is crying, clutching a red balloon in one hand. She has dark curls that spill down her back, the rest of her hair tied up and out of her face with an enormous yellow bow at the back of her head. Her white stockings are dirty as is the smock of her buttercup yellow dress. Oh dear. After exchanging glances with Chevalier, you approach the little girl, kneeling so you are at her level.

“What’s the matter, little one?” The child tries to speak through her sobbing, knuckling at her teary brown eyes with her free hand. “My b-b-balloon flew away and I w-went to catch it. I followed it d-down an alley but once I had it, I looked and my mum was gone! I’ve lost her!” She collapses into tears again. You reach out, placing a soothing hand on her narrow back. “Shh…it’s alright.” You glance over your shoulder at Chevalier. He’s watching you both, his blue eyes dark in the dim light. “We’ll help you find her.” The little girl considers your words as tears slide freely down her round cheeks. She sniffles. “You will?” Then she pauses, suddenly realizing her situation as she takes a step back. “I’m not s-supposed to talk to strangers.” She reminds you of a fawn, trembling right before it sprints into the cover of the forest.

You glance over your shoulder and then turn back to her. “It is a good thing that he is a Prince of Rhodolite.” Brown eyes widen as she looks at Chevalier with newfound awe. “You’re a prince?” He nods once, curtly. “Indeed he is,” you continue. “And it is a prince’s duty to help his subjects when they are in need. Isn’t that right?” You give him a very pointed look and he blinks before answering. “Correct.” The young girl’s crying is forgotten as she studies him. “So princes have to help their people.” He nods again. “It is one of their most important tasks,” you add. She considers this a moment and then mirrors Chevalier’s nod. “Alright.”

You stand, turning to face the crowd of people. After a moment, he addresses the young girl. “You require a higher vantage point.” She nods as if she understands what he means and then lets out a whoop of delight when he lifts her up high onto his shoulders. Her red balloon still held firmly in one hand, she automatically scans the crowd. “There! I see her! By the popcorn stand!!” She thumps Chevalier excitedly on the head and you have to suppress your own laughter. Gruffly he lowers her and without hesitation, she grabs his hand, tugging him in the direction she saw her mother with you in tow.

When her mother spots her, she rushes forward, wrapping the little girl in her arms. “Oh, my love, you gave me such a fright.” A waterfall of gratitude falls from her lips as she thanks both you and Chevalier for your help. The little girl gently breaks free of her mother's relieved embrace and hurries towards Chevalier. She stops right in front of him and smiling brightly, holds out the balloon. “A present. For being a good prince and helping me.” He looks uncertain a moment until you press a gentle, unseen hand against his back. Clearing his throat, he takes the offering. “You’re welcome,” he answers solemnly. 

The little girl and her mother take their leave. As they depart, you can hear the mother’s voice as it fades. “A prince? Oh Lorei, do stop with your wild stories.” When they have disappeared from sight, you reach up, wrapping your arms around Chevalier’s waist and hug him tightly. He embraces you back with one arm, head tilted. “Yes?” 

You lean back to look at him, the red balloon bobbing above his head and smile. “I love you. That’s all.” He offers you one of his rare, open smiles in response before dropping a kiss on your forehead. “And I, you.”

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[xxsycamore]

Congrats on 1500 followers Mo!!! It's so hard to choose! The prompts are all so cute and there's so many suitors to choose from! Thank you for opening your inbox and I love the variety/range! Even MidCin too! 😱

May I request IkePri Matthias 💘? Thank you!!

Ahhh thank you so much!! 🥺🥺🥺 Happy Valentine's Day! Your request had the perfect timing, haha! ❤

[💘] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎…

MATTHIAS:

You don't dare open your eyes; at least you refuse to do so until you feel the exquisitely but not over-the-top wrapped chocolate box being accepted from your outstretched hands by those of the man standing in front of you.

The Achroite prince is an enigma to you; a pretty stranger, a visiting prince that everyone talks about. Your imagination had initially painted the infamous Guardian of Laws as someone as cold as the land he inhabits; with a severe gaze and intolerance for anyone that walks under that gaze. As it goes with royalties, his family name gains shape at the tip of your tongue before his given one does. Now you feel like you've met a whole another person; as you stand in front of Matthias; pretty Matthias, with his flaxen hair, with his baby blue eyes that have only ever looked at you with softness from across lavish long-outstretching dining tables and at fancy soirees.

You want to learn more about him; it's now or never - he won't be long, just another few days or so. It's not your fault that his visit aligns with the holiday of love. There's always something in the air that makes people go crazy around this period of the year; old as time, this unstoppable force.

Would Matthias feel it too, despite that where he comes from spring is still far from arriving to awaken these slumbering feelings?

"Be your Valentine? That's right, the Rhodolitian holiday... my apologies, I am not familiar with the customs. I wouldn't want to accept your kind offer without knowing the conditions and thus eventually having to break your heart. Please do tell me what is expected of me."

Guardian of Laws, was it? He does have a penchant for following the rules strictly. You could tell him anything you want to at this point, let him find out on his own about your audacity post-factum when you would already have to say your goodbyes.

"No, I think— I think I would like to accept your gift. Don't tell me. You can understand this however you want to; I couldn't possibly refuse such a kind gesture. It's an honor for me to be your Valentine."

And just like that, rules are damned; and your heart is set ablaze.

∎Steal My Heart!! - xxsycamore’s 1500 followers celebration event| 💌 event masterlist

[clavissionary-position]

Akatsuki: Just have Emma home before it starts getting too late.

Matthias: Does she have a curfew?

Akatsuki: No, nothing like that. Just use your common sense and you'll be fine.

Matthias: Is it 6 p.m.?

Akatsuki: Haha, oh, I wouldn't set a curfew that early.

Matthias: 6:30 p.m.? 7 p.m.? 7:15 p.m.? 7:16 p.m.?

Akatsuki: She doesn't have a curfew.

Matthias: Because if I bring her home even a second late, I'll pay for my crimes and have myself drawn and quartered.

Akatsuki:

Matthias: Hanged. Beheaded.

Matthias: All of the above, if necessary.

Akatsuki: Are you that hard to kill?

Matthias: I don't know, but the punishment must fit the crime.

Akatsuki: If that's the punishment for violating curfew, what's the punishment for breaking Emma's heart?

Matthias: I will go back in time and prevent my parents from meeting.

Akatsuki: So you're going to invent time-travel.

Matthias: The punishment must fit the crime.

[judesmoonbeauty]

2024 New Year Wishes From Gilbert, Azel, Kagari & Matthias ✨

As usual, not 100% accurate. Alt translation ///

Gilbert: Happy New Year, Little Rabbit! 

Gilbert: I’m going to keep the Little Rabbit all to myself again this year. If anyone else takes even a piece of you away from me……

Gilbert: I don’t know what I’m going to do if I’m sad. Hehe, if you don’t like it, you can be my Little Rabbit all year long, okay?

****

Azel: Happy New Year.

Azel: If you want to have a great year, you should show your sincerity to God.

Azel: Oh, I don’t need your invisible sincerity. I am waiting for your tangible sincerity……your tribute.

***

Matthias: Happy New Year. 

Matthias: Hmm, is this bow polite? It is our family tradition to bow 45 degrees diagonally when greeting the new year. 

Matthias: I wish you a happy New Year.  This is the year I’m going to meet the woman of my dreams….no, it’s nothing.

***

Kagari: Happy New Year. 

Kagari: Do you know what today is? It’s a day for celebration. It’s a day of joy, and it’s also a day when people are in a state of excitement.///Do you know what today is? It’s a day for celebration. It’s a day of joy, and it’s also a day when people are in a state of excitement and full of gaps/openings.

Kagari: You’re a defenseless and powerless princess. Watch your back if you don’t want to be targeted at the beginning of the new year. 

[ndoandou]

Matthias Åsbrink

zoo weeee mamahhh in my pocked he goes

i am going crazy over this man