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[atelier-maroron]

Salutations, mjin broer <3 <3 I loooved your Ikepri Game Night headcanons, and I was wondering if you had any for Ikevamp??

For mijn broer <3 Ikevamp Game Night

During a tea party with Germain, Shakespeare was perusing Germain's collection of "out of time" books when he was suddenly startled by a wild Time leaping from the bookcase and knocking down several books. While picking up said books, one book in particular caught Shakespeare's attention. Ignoring the fact that there were more feathers and fur on it than could possibly have come from Time, Shakespeare borrowed the book and the next night presented an idea to Germain. That was how the ikemen vampire manor began weekly sessions of Dungeons and Dragons. Shakespeare (and Sebastian) present a Shakespearian DnD homebrew: Midsummer's Endless Nightmare The premise of the campaign is that the MDOTT goes haywire and transports the guys into an unknown land populated by fairies on the brink of civil war. One side is led by Oberon, the king of the fairies, and the other side is led by Titania, the queen of the fairies. The guys would be allowed to choose which side they wanted to help (first come first serve) with Sebastian being the GM for the Titania side and Shakespeare being the GM for the Oberon side. Arthur immediately chose Titania's side because "I have no interest in following a man's ass." Jean said he would choose whichever side Germain was not on. Theo wanted to be with Vincent, but Shakespeare had already decided that Vincent and Theo would be split up because of their character traits. Isaac did not want to be with Dazai or Arthur. Mozart wanted to go to his room. The teams ended up becoming: Group Shakespeare/Oberon - Vincent, Jean, Napoleon, Leo, Mozart Group Sebastian/Titania - Theo, Isaac, Dazai, Arthur, Germain The guys would be playing themselves but with Shakespearian DnD twists. Vincent - Capable of communicating with Theo via image based telepathy (he draws something and Lumiere was taught to deliver it, to Theo's dismay) Theo - Capable of communicating with Vincent via text based telepathy, but he has to give up a gold coin for each message (Sebastian hand delivers the message to Vincent). Is no longer in charge of the party gold. Jean - His character is cursed to hold his sword forever. This gives him a charisma penalty with fairy authorities and shopkeepers which he hates because he enjoys hearing about fairy weapons. Isaac - Cursed to drink from a fairy each game day or eat an apple in front of everyone to slate his character's bloodthirst. Napoleon - Once per long rest he has a chance of attracting a random fairy to run away from its family and fight at Napoleon's side. Napoleon must name said fairy. When the fairy dies (it only has 1 hit point), until Napoleon informs its family the party will have to fight a random number of fairy ghosts during each battle. Dazai - Takes damage every time he enters a door. Leo - Must roll a D20 every thirty minutes, on a roll of 20 his character falls into a magical slumber. He then rolls another D20, on a roll of 20 here his character sleepwalks and turns a random fairy into a fairy vampire. Arthur - Takes double damage from women and triple damage from nuns. (Yes, Shakespeare created fairy nuns.) Mozart - Can only use his character's skills while playing a kazoo Germain - Takes double damage from manor residents. Responsible for the first campaign lasting 15 minutes. During the first campaign, Germain was secretly the final boss, and the only people who know were he and the two GMs. Shakespeare after explaining everything to the group: Now what do you want to do? Germain: I smile at Jean. Jean: ....I stab Comte in the heart. With the sneak attack, critical roll, and Germain's character trait related to resident damage, the final boss was dead and the campaign was over. They decided to restart and Germain was not allowed to smile at Jean anymore.

#PLS I NEED EVERYONE TO READ THIS #MJIN BROER HEADCANONS LIKE THE OLD MASTERS PAINTED NAKED DUDES

[atelier-maroron]

Salutations, mjin broer <3 <3 I loooved your Ikepri Game Night headcanons, and I was wondering if you had any for Ikevamp??

For mijn broer <3 Ikevamp Game Night

During a tea party with Germain, Shakespeare was perusing Germain's collection of "out of time" books when he was suddenly startled by a wild Time leaping from the bookcase and knocking down several books. While picking up said books, one book in particular caught Shakespeare's attention. Ignoring the fact that there were more feathers and fur on it than could possibly have come from Time, Shakespeare borrowed the book and the next night presented an idea to Germain. That was how the ikemen vampire manor began weekly sessions of Dungeons and Dragons. Shakespeare (and Sebastian) present a Shakespearian DnD homebrew: Midsummer's Endless Nightmare The premise of the campaign is that the MDOTT goes haywire and transports the guys into an unknown land populated by fairies on the brink of civil war. One side is led by Oberon, the king of the fairies, and the other side is led by Titania, the queen of the fairies. The guys would be allowed to choose which side they wanted to help (first come first serve) with Sebastian being the GM for the Titania side and Shakespeare being the GM for the Oberon side. Arthur immediately chose Titania's side because "I have no interest in following a man's ass." Jean said he would choose whichever side Germain was not on. Theo wanted to be with Vincent, but Shakespeare had already decided that Vincent and Theo would be split up because of their character traits. Isaac did not want to be with Dazai or Arthur. Mozart wanted to go to his room. The teams ended up becoming: Group Shakespeare/Oberon - Vincent, Jean, Napoleon, Leo, Mozart Group Sebastian/Titania - Theo, Isaac, Dazai, Arthur, Germain The guys would be playing themselves but with Shakespearian DnD twists. Vincent - Capable of communicating with Theo via image based telepathy (he draws something and Lumiere was taught to deliver it, to Theo's dismay) Theo - Capable of communicating with Vincent via text based telepathy, but he has to give up a gold coin for each message (Sebastian hand delivers the message to Vincent). Is no longer in charge of the party gold. Jean - His character is cursed to hold his sword forever. This gives him a charisma penalty with fairy authorities and shopkeepers which he hates because he enjoys hearing about fairy weapons. Isaac - Cursed to drink from a fairy each game day or eat an apple in front of everyone to slate his character's bloodthirst. Napoleon - Once per long rest he has a chance of attracting a random fairy to run away from its family and fight at Napoleon's side. Napoleon must name said fairy. When the fairy dies (it only has 1 hit point), until Napoleon informs its family the party will have to fight a random number of fairy ghosts during each battle. Dazai - Takes damage every time he enters a door. Leo - Must roll a D20 every thirty minutes, on a roll of 20 his character falls into a magical slumber. He then rolls another D20, on a roll of 20 here his character sleepwalks and turns a random fairy into a fairy vampire. Arthur - Takes double damage from women and triple damage from nuns. (Yes, Shakespeare created fairy nuns.) Mozart - Can only use his character's skills while playing a kazoo Germain - Takes double damage from manor residents. Responsible for the first campaign lasting 15 minutes. During the first campaign, Germain was secretly the final boss, and the only people who know were he and the two GMs. Shakespeare after explaining everything to the group: Now what do you want to do? Germain: I smile at Jean. Jean: ....I stab Comte in the heart. With the sneak attack, critical roll, and Germain's character trait related to resident damage, the final boss was dead and the campaign was over. They decided to restart and Germain was not allowed to smile at Jean anymore.

#PLS I WANT TO BE BURIED WITH THIS HEADCANON AFTER BEING MARRIED TO IT

[atelier-maroron]

I was trying to channel the Price Artifact that is your Normalize Being a Snugglebug meme 😌

I'm sorry for being away for days on but im afraid this whole month is going to be like that 😭😭 im deadly tired and ive slept very little (again) due to uni work and exams....i cant wait for them all to be over, in the meantime i love you mutuals i hope youve been doing well!!

#Napo truly makes the world a brighter more beautiful place non? #YES YOU GOT THIS #I've been well thank youuu!

[atelier-maroron]

if only there was a way to stop my back pain

[atelier-maroron]

[atelier-maroron]

IkeVamp: Jean x Julia (OC)

The lovely lady herself~💖

Jean having a sexy romantic moment with the beautiful Julia~🌹

Julia belongs to the wonderful @queengiuliettafirstlady ~

Here you go, love! I hope I did her justice!

🌸

[atelier-maroron]

The First Time I Saw You

Day 4- Fantasy AU

It was a most unforeseen encounter by the shore...

Yet it would be the best thing to happen to either of them.

🌸

@queengiuliettafirstlady, @xxsycamore

[atelier-maroron]

YES I'D QUITE LIKE TO KNOW THAT TOO

WELL OK THANK YOU

#my brother in christ

[atelier-maroron]

Andrew Garfield as Spiderman #2: 

[atelier-maroron]

Moving to a new tumblr account!

New account -> @atelieredux

I will no longer be using atelier-replies, and I'm going to stop using atelier-maroron as well after I complete the remaining anon requests that I have left in my ask box. All other requests will be completed and posted to the new account. The Spring Bouquet 2022 CCC Masterlist will also be posted to the new account as well (hopefully before Spring ends orz). So don't be alarmed if you start getting asks/likes/reblogs/follows from atelieredux. C'est moi.

TLDR; feel free to unfollow atelier-replies and atelier-maroron ^^ And please don't feel obligated to follow my new account either.

[atelier-maroron]

Moving to a new tumblr account!

New account -> @atelieredux

I will no longer be using atelier-replies, and I'm going to stop using atelier-maroron as well after I complete the remaining anon requests that I have left in my ask box. All other requests will be completed and posted to the new account. The Spring Bouquet 2022 CCC Masterlist will also be posted to the new account as well (hopefully before Spring ends orz). So don't be alarmed if you start getting asks/likes/reblogs/follows from atelieredux. C'est moi.

TLDR; feel free to unfollow atelier-replies and atelier-maroron ^^ And please don't feel obligated to follow my new account either.

[atelier-maroron]

Moving to a new tumblr account!

New account -> @atelieredux

I will no longer be using atelier-replies, and I'm going to stop using atelier-maroron as well after I complete the remaining anon requests that I have left in my ask box. All other requests will be completed and posted to the new account. The Spring Bouquet 2022 CCC Masterlist will also be posted to the new account as well (hopefully before Spring ends orz). So don't be alarmed if you start getting asks/likes/reblogs/follows from atelieredux. C'est moi.

TLDR; feel free to unfollow atelier-replies and atelier-maroron ^^ And please don't feel obligated to follow my new account either.

[atelier-maroron]

Greetings Atelier, I am here to cry about Shingen again 🥲

I know you haven’t read him yet so I’ll try not to make it too spoilery but there’s a part in chapter 5 of his route where MC does something incredibly stupid and puts herself in danger, and Shingen comes to rescue her and he does something incredibly cool and dashing and heroic and I just *flails* 

Ok that is all, I hope you’re having a nice Sunday!!

Hello hello hello~! I hope your Sunday is going swimmingly as well! Thank you for stopping by the ol' ask box ^^

Oh? You don't say!? I'll have to look out for that so that I can come poke you about it later in the metaphorical arcade where we metaphorically meet every metaphorical Tuesday to metaphorically discuss Ikehubbies. I'm all for cool-dashing rescues, or cool-dashing anything, really.

#tiny-wooden-robot #ask box

[atelier-maroron]

Ngl I’m torn in-between "I’m gonna fucking lewd him in all the fucking fucks possible" and "aw my baby is too pure, he just needs a hug 🥺."

The second mood wins most often than the first.

[atelier-maroron]

Loona

[atelier-maroron]

For @randonauticrap - I hope this cheers you up!

[atelier-maroron]

Aaaahhh sorry to request again, and feel free to ignore it or toss it in the very bottom of your requests pile, but do you have any grief headcanons for Clavis and Chev as part of your series? Thank you so much and keep up the sterling work!

This is the original ask for this series of reactions:

I did one for the new princes, here.

And then received another ask for the same prompt with Jin/ Luke, here.

And now here is Clavis and Chevalier

TW: Grief / Death (writing after the cut)

Clavis Lelouch

You had his attention from the moment he saw you. He watched every reaction of yours to each joke he made, every sly comment that slid from his lips like an oil slick. He saw the way you covered your mouth with your hand, hiding a smile he knew would be deadly if directed at him in full force. In meeting after meeting he listened to his brothers, spoke up, throwing his words into the ring as he always did, casually, breezily. But where he once did it to get a rile out of them, he now spoke to see what pleasure he could summon from you. Would it be a stifled laugh, a flash of merriment in your bright eyes, or would you look across the room and hold not only his gaze, but the strings of his heart as well?

He turned up like a bad penny, you would joke, teasing him. When you left your room, he was casually by your door, tossing an apple in the air, story cocked and loaded. When you left your lessons, mind spinning with facts and figures, he was there and he just so happened to be walking where you had to go, regaling you with tales of the palace, the staff and when you were lucky, the other princes. When you were tired and worn, he was there to lift your spirits. When you were happy, he smiled and shared in your joy. The other princes rolled their eyes at him but not you. You had a smile, bright as sunflowers, sweet as honeycomb every time you spotted him. 

When you walked together, you touched his arm and his heart sang your name, over and over. You laughed at his jokes and it was birdsong to his ears. After one prank gone wrong, you removed bits and pieces of twigs from his soft hair and all he saw was the sunrise of your face. All he felt was the brush of your fingers on his scalp. And he was happy.

He walks the garden path, bouquet of black-eyed Susans in his hand, but it feels as if his feet don’t touch the ground. Because last night, under the cover of the gazebo during a sudden downpour of soft, summer rain, he kissed you and you kissed him back, your arms wrapping around his waist, his heart dropping into your hands. He can still taste your raspberry lips, sweet and tart and lingering. He spots the gazebo and his pace quickens, eager to reunite, but then his feet slow, everything slows, as he spots the body lying prone across the gazebo steps.

His feet carry him forward until he is beside you. He sinks to his knees, for once at a loss, no words, no thoughts, nothing at all except a blank void in his mind as his heart begins raging in his chest, fury stealing his breath. His shaking hand reaches down, gently pulling a bit of twig from your hair, your soft, beautiful hair. He lays the black-eyed Susans against your motionless body and he weeps. The tears of a clown were never as heartbreaking as this.

Chevalier Michel

He took notice of you the way one would a fly buzzing around a dining room table. Annoyance. Perhaps unavoidable. Flies are drawn to the scent of meat and Rhodolite requires a Belle to choose its king. But he knew it would be him. You were a sidenote, a formality to be crossed off a list and forgotten.

He found you in the library, so lost in a book you did not hear him enter. Whatever you were reading had sunk its hooks into your mind, drawn you so deeply into story that even his footsteps towards you were ignored. His blue eyes narrowed at the offense and he snapped at you, words clipped and fully intent on startling you.

What he got instead were cheeks flushed with emotion, eyes luminous with unshed tears. You were embarrassed at being caught in such a state but once you found out the book you were reading was his, you couldn’t hold back your excitement. He was bombarded with earnestness, with sincerity, with so much warm emotion flowing freely from you that he was thrown off-kilter. For every curt response, you had more explanations, more questions, more honesty. You were the small dandelion, ignoring the cracked stone around it, blossoming in the face of his cold, grave adversity. 

You began invading the corners of his mind. He would read something and wonder what you would think of it. He would listen in on your conversations with the others at dinner, before the start of a meeting, his expression never changing but his mind a sponge, soaking in your dulcet voice. He learned you loved romance and epic tales of dashing heroes and heroines. Your favorite flavor was caramel. To you, stormy nights were best passed with a candle, a blanket, and a book.

This would not do. He could not have all the things he held in his mind colored by the remembrance of your laughter, the shape of your smile. He would have to do something about this, as ignoring it was becoming as effective as a tiger ignoring a thorn in its paw.

He knows you take a stroll through the palace gardens at sunset, has heard you wax poetic about the colors of the sky and the beauty of the clouds. He plans on confronting you, asking you how long much longer you will need before you choose him to rule so that you can finally leave and take the distraction of your warmth and your luminous eyes with you. 

And if….if….the conversation takes longer and he is forced to spend time with you in the rose-scented garden, under a rose-colored sky, then so be it. So be it.

Then he spots you, curled up on the dirt path next to the lavender, your body as still as the illustrations in your favorite books. His steps never slow. They are resigned to the what is about to be revealed to him. Chevalier kneels down in one perfectly controlled motion, his hand lifting your wrist. It is the first time he has ever touched you. 

There is no pulse under the delicate skin. Slowly he places your hand back by your side and stands. The quicksand of regret pours in, filling up the small hole you had inadvertently chiseled into the armored walls of his heart. Now the barricade is back in place. The steel as thick as ever. He will not come close to letting anyone in again. He turns on his heel, heading back to the palace, leaving your body on the path, bathed in sunset’s fading light.

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Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesroseforclavis @somekidnamedkai @ikemen-prince-writers-posts @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @ikehoe @redheadkittys @themysticalbeing @queen-dahlia @moonstruck-writing @atelier-maroron

#very heartbreaking