#but what comte?? i need answers. now.

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Found this after exploring for a bit and... Some of these are too funny 😆

#is there anyone who isn't a guinea pig to faust? #but what comte?? i need answers. now. #“always teasing” “stop teasing me!” 😂 #arthur and theo's relationship is mwah #cookie's game rambles #cookie plays ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp

[nuttytani]

Would you love me if I were a worm? Featuring ikemen vampire cast. (With gender neutral reader)

(a/n: when you have too much free time and need your hands to be occupied. Some random bullshit begins to form on your notes)

Napoleon

He finds it funny, why would you turn into a worm?

After seeing your frown tho, he says ok ok yes I will love you

Mozart

Makes a disgusted face and turns you down

First of all, you won't turn into a worm. So why should he answer?

"if people can turn into vampires, why can't I turn into a worm?"

He kicks you out of his piano room

Dude has some thoughts to organise

Leonardo

Laughs at you and says, "what will you do if I say no?"

Pretends to forget about it but after some hours, he comes back to you

"no matter how and what you are or will turn into, I'll still love you"

Arthur

"is this some sort of trick question? Well the answer is obviously yes, my love!"

Vincent

Thinks deeply about it and smiles at you

"of course, I'll still love you. I think you'd make a cute worm too."

Theodorus

Scoffs at you and calls you an idiot

Why would you turn into a worm?

And by chance, you DID turn into one, how was he going to take care of you? There's so many worms out there in the world. What if you get lost and he gets some random worm instead and you, are lost and out in the cold, ready to be squashed by big feet.

Dazai

Uno reverses you instead

Now you're trapped

Would you love him if he was a worm?

Gets sad if you don't answer quickly enough

Sebastian

"I am not doing this right now. If you're free, wash those potatoes instead. I'm already busy as it is"

Stays silent for a while and then sighs

"no matter what, I'd love you always and forever"

Comte

Chuckles a bit at the thought and immediately replies yes

He'd give you a good environment to live in. Some really nutritious soil and compost. Maybe a tiny rock for you to play with

"Comte, you just need to say yes... No need to.... Elaborate on what else you'd do"

"Alright. Well, would you love me if I were a worm?"

Shakespeare

Is fascinated that you even came up with such a question

His answer is yes

But at the same time, he's coming up with scripts that include a dramatic romance between worms. For his own pleasure

Vlad

Says yes immediately.

Thinks you'd look like a cute worm

Maybe he'd put roses next to your habitat or in it.

Charles

"of course! In fact, we can both be worms together! We'll be a happy worm couple"

He's actually taking the idea too seriously and goes ahead making worm habitats and gets a book on "how to raise a worm"

Faust

"I'm not sure. Though I suppose researching on a worm wouldn't be that bad"

Seeing you look unimpressed, he just chuckles while patting your head

"I'm only joking. Of course I'd love you"

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[writingwhimsey]

How about 13 with Napoleon? 🥺 Did i hear mating season?? 👀

Thank you for the request! This one was fun! Hope you're ready for some super spicy Napoleon who wants nothing more than to mate with you over and over again!

Smut is In the Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Napoleon

Prompt: "Get back down here, we're not done yet."

NSFW 18+ content

Mating Season

I walked into Le Comte’s study. “Sebastian said you wanted to see me?” I asked as I stepped inside.

“Ah, yes, come have some tea with me, ma cherie.” Le Comte greeted me with a warm smile. “I just had something I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Oh?” I asked, sitting down in a chair opposite Comte as he poured tea for the two of us. “What is it?”

“Well…it’s more of a warning I feel I should give you.”

“A warning? About what? Has there been something happening in town?” I asked, worried.

“No, nothing like that.” Le Comte replied. “I just thought with spring being in the air, I should tell you about something that can happen to vampires, at least for those who have found someone they love.”

“Yes?”

“Sometimes…during spring after, finding a lover, some vampires…experience a…mating season if you will, during the spring.” Comte explained.

“Mating season?” I asked.

“Yes, female vampires will experience a, something like a heat and male vampires will go into …something like a rut. Experiencing very intense desires to be with the one they love and possibly conceive a child.”

“Are…are you saying this might happen with Napoleon?” I asked, my eyes going wide as my cheeks reddened.

“It’s possible, but the desire might not be as strong with a lesser vampire as it would be with a pureblood vampire.” Comte said. “But I thought you should know so you can be prepared.”

I nodded. “Thank you, Comte.” I replied.

Comte and I chatted a few more moments before I was returning to my chores. My mind couldn’t help but to wander to my conversation with Comte. Nor could I stop myself from thinking what it might be like if Napoleon did experience this rut, mating season thing. We had been discussing the possibility of having children recently…and if he really wanted to and had such an intense desire…could I ever really resist? I don’t think I could.

I found myself in the room Napoleon and I shared, putting away the days laundry and changing the sheets. I was bent over the bed, smoothing out the sheets when I felt two strong, familiar arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me closer and I felt his nose nuzzling against my neck.

“Napoleon…”

“Mmmm…nunuche, you…smell extra sweet today.” He breathed into my ear.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. Was this what Comte was talking about. “Oh? I haven’t done anything special.” I replied.

“No, new perfume?” Napoleon asked, sliding his nose along my neck as he breathed in my scent.

“N-no…”

“Then…it must be you, nunuche.” He said, placing a kiss on the side of my neck. “It’s quite an intoxicating scent.”

“N-Napoleon…” I gasped as yet another delightful shiver made its way down my spine. “I-I need to…finish up my…work for the day.” 

“Mmm…you can always get back to that later, nunuche.” Napoleon replied, his voice practically a purr in my ear. His hand moved to undo the top few buttons of my shirt. He was then opening my collar so that he could place nibbling kisses along the side of my neck and shoulder. “I can’t possibly think of letting you go right now.”

“Mmm…ngh…” I moaned with each kiss. “W-what can…you think of doing then?” I asked, my voice coming out raspier than I intended.

“Mmm…you.” Napoleon answered. “I can’t help myself…all I want to do is make love to you…and perhaps…get you pregnant…I can’t help but to think you would be even more beautiful carrying a baby we made together…”

His hand was slipping inside my open shirt then, moving to fondle my breasts even as his lips continued their sweet attack on my neck and shoulder. It seemed he was being affected by the mating season Comte had warned me about…but my mind was starting to become hazy and all I could think about was Napoleon’s hands and lips on me and how much I wanted him. Besides… he was the man I loved…I did want children with him…and he did make it sound rather nice…

His other hand slid down my thigh and then up under my skirt. He pushed my panties aside and then slid his fingers to stroke my sensitive bud. “Ahn…N-Napoleon…” I moaned as I found myself grinding myself into his hand, seeking further stimulation.

“Mmm…you’re already so wet for me.” He murmured in my ear as he moved his fingers back further to slide into my slick heat. “You want me as much as I want you.”

“Yes…Napoleon…yes…please…” I found myself begging, wanting him to fill me and pound me into the mattress.

“Then who am I to say no?” Napoleon said before bending me back over the bed and lifting my skirt. He ripped my panties off and then I heard him unbuckling his pants and then they were hitting the floor. I didn’t have anymore time to think before I felt him slipping inside me.

“Ahn…yes!” I moaned at the feeling.

Napoleon began to thrust, leaning down over me, continuing to kiss me even as he tore my blouse off, allowing him to plant kisses over my back. “You’re…so beautiful…and you feel so good…” He murmured against my skin between thrusts. 

“Mmmnn…yes…ah…Napoleon…” I moaned as I felt that white hot heat building up inside me, winding tight like a coil before finally snapping and sending me over the edge.

Napoleon soon joined me in release, spilling inside me.

I had just started to catch my breath when Napoleon suddenly flipped me over onto my back. He practically tore off the rest of his clothes and mine before throwing my ankles up over his shoulders. I was moaning as he once again slid inside me and began to pound me into the bed,

Again and again, we changed positions as his hands mapped my body and his lips lavished me in affection. Both of us finding release multiple times. I had honestly lost count. I had just rolled over, from having ridden him, lying on my back and panting as I tried to catch my breath.

Napoleon leaned over and kissed my shoulder delicately. “Mmm, I love you.” He murmured.

I smiled. “I love you, too.” I was then turning to look out the window, taking note of the position of the sun. “Oh…it’s getting late. I should go finish my chores…” I had started to get up, but Napoleon grabbed me by the wrist.

I turned to look at him, a questioning look on my face. “Napoleon?”

“Where do you think you’re going, nunuche?” He asked, a devilish grin on his face.

“What…”

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.” Napoleon said as he tugged on my wrist and pulled me back into bed, his hands moving to my hips and bringing them to meet his own so that he was once again sliding inside me.

“Mmm…Nap-Napoleon…” I moaned. It appeared my emperor wouldn’t be letting me go for at least the rest of the day…chores could always be done later…tomorrow perhaps…or maybe the day after…I might not be able to walk tomorrow.

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[yanderepuck]

WE GOT ANOTHER ONE FOR THIS WHOOOORREE. It fits so well for him bc he's just so rough and doesn't care what happens to you as long as he feels please.

I love him on a sexual level and that's about it. Well let's thank @evil-quartett for this wheel prompt. I normally don't use dialogue prompts but something about this was so good.

Decided that it's going to be semi of a sequel to the last one I wrote

Prompt: "you know I love you, right?" "Yeah" "good, because I'm going to fuck you like I don't"

You wrap your arms around him from behind. Too short to look over this shoulder you move your head around him to see what he is doing.

"Whatcha working on?" You definitely want to bother him.

Faust jumps slightly from your touch. "When did you get back?"

"Just a few minutes ago. Seeing you was the first thing on my list," you smile at him as he sets his things down, turning to look at you.

He puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses you

"You were gone too long. That old bat isn't allowed to keep you that long again."

You had gone to the mansion for a few days per Comte's request.

"I'm sorry. But I'm back now," you smile and stand on your toes to kiss him. "But I'm glad to know you missed me."

"Of course I missed my meerschweinchen," he smirks at you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Who else was I supposed to play with?"

"Charles was still here," you tease. Faust doesn't look amused however. "It was nice to see everyone there. I've missed them."

"All of them?" Faust knows some of the guys there are a tad... questionable.

"Yes all of them. Even if all Arthur did was flirt and Theo kept calling me a dog," you groan slightly. "He kept telling me to bark when he would ask me something."

Faust glares slightly. Oddly enough Theo is the one he dislikes the most. You would have bet anything it would be Arthur considering how much he wants to bite you, and how many jokes he makes about sleeping together.

"I hope you didn't spend too much time with him," he tries to stop himself from growling by biting his tongue.

You thought for a moment and that was the only answer he needed.

"I think i spent time with everyone equally. Though I guess I tend to spend more time with Theo and Arthur. They like to drag me around with them."

"That's it," Faust picks you up, setting you on the table behind him. "You're not going over there again."

"You can't ban me from the mansion, silly," you let yourself be picked up. On the table you are just a little above eye level for him.

"But I can stop you from leaving this castle."

He stands between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. He's being so touchy today, you love it. Maybe you should leave more often.

"Are you going to trap me here like an evil witch," you giggle and drape your arms over his shoulders.

"Something like that," his hands slide up to your hips.

You begin to play with his hair as you lean closer to kiss him. You didn't mean for it to be rough, but Faust's kiss in return was.

You moaned and he pulled you closer to the edge so your bodies were pressed together.

Without waiting for your response, he was already in unbuttoning your shirt. He wanted to feel your skin. He wanted to squeeze you, pull at your flesh. Anything to feel you.

He already has you half undressed before you even started working on his clothes.

"They better not have touched you," he growled

Now you sense it. He's jealous. More than just because you left as well. You decide to play into it, wanting to know how far he'll take it.

"Not in a bad way, no. I got some hugs. Theo did get a little drunk and clung to me at one point," that was really Isaac. Some drinks got mixed up and you had to help him to bed.

You could feel Faust get tense as he grabbed you harder.

"Don't worry. No one bit me," you kiss him, finally getting his coat to the floor.

"They better not have," he gets your bra off and roughly gropes you, forcing a moan out of you. Just that squeeze made your mind go fuzzy.

"You're already wet for me, aren't you?" He smirks. He tries getting your skirt and underwear off. You rock your body every which way to get the fabric out from under you. In seconds you're fully naked on his table while he still has most of his clothes on.

You whine and get his shirt fully unbuttoned. "Why must you have such complicated clothes," you pout, glaring at his stupid amount of belts.

"Fine, fine," normally he likes to watch you struggle with taking his clothes off, but he does it for you this time. In seconds he's standing there naked, between your legs.

Your hands rest on his waist, keeping him close to you. Leaning forward, you kiss him. Immediately getting rough. His hands go all over your body, squeezing any bit he can while your hands go down to his cock.

He gasps between the kisses as you get him harder, wrapping your hands around his length. Pumping him, he gets harder and harder with more precum coming out of his tip.

He bites your lip and gets closer. He reaches behind you to move anything in the table that might be in the way.

His lips go down to your neck, kissing and nibbling at your skin. "You know I love you, right?"

You moan and keep working his cock, moving your head to the side for him. "O-of course."

"Good," he nibbles at the front of your neck, taking your hands off of him. You feel his tip press against your hole. You're eager for him. If you could suck him in you would.

"Because I'm going to fuck you like I don't," he growled in your ear and pushed himself all the way into you.

You gasp, falling back on the table. With a death grip on your hips he doesn't give you time to adjust. Now that he's in you he won't be kind. He pulls you closer to the edge to make sure he's as deep as he can get.

You can already feel bruises forming at your hips. Pushing your legs further apart, he thrusts into you roughly, only caring about his pleasure. Not only is he holding you close to the edge, but he's holding you down against the hard table.

"You're mine, got it!"

The air was practically fucked out of your lungs and you're still trying to catch up. "Y-yesss," all you could say.

"You're staying here. I will fuck you until you can't walk to be sure of that," his hips snapped into you harder.

You barely got time to moan before you were screaming. His tip is slamming into your cervix and he keeps trying to drive deeper and deeper into your hole.

You hold onto your tits, squeezing them yourself. Your body starts to squirm. It's too much. You squeeze your eyes shut and pant.

Your toes curl and your nails dig into your own skin. The table under you shakes with each thrust. Faust doesn't seem to be bothered by a few of his tools rolling around.

You knew he was the type to get jealous, but you didn't think it would be this bad. Your legs try to close. He's going so deep that you already feel sore

He forces your legs flat onto the table, holding them down.

"Stay or I'm tying you down," he bares his fangs at you, keeping his hands on your legs, digging his fingers into your thighs.

You scream again. As much as you'd love to be tied down, you don't force your legs against him.

In moments you clench around him, coating his cock and your walls in cum.

He moans now that he's able to slide in and out quicker.

He goes to take his glasses off, barely slowing down. They kept sliding and the chain was getting annoying. He holds you tightly again and gets harder.

You squeeze your flesh more, screaming in pain and pleasure. Now you're able to tell the difference from when he's using his vampire strength. He holds back more than you realize normally.

"Mine," he growls before cumming into you. You didn't expect it, and he didn't slow down at all as it shot out. He just fucked his cum deep into you. Even once his load was fully out he continued to keep the pace and force.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you could barely hold onto yourself at this point, half of your body fell limp.

"That's right. Just lay there and let me fuck you."

~~

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[fang-and-feather]

Nostra Unica Famiglia

Ikemen Vampire - Leonardo & Pureblood! Reader

(background Charles x Reader)

Written for Fluffbruary from @fluffbruary Day 13 Prompt: Choice and the Shapes of Love Creation Challenge by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes Prompt: Storge (Familial Love)

Words: 687

Summary: You thought Leonardo would be mad about your relationship with Charles, but when you finally talks to him, you're in for a surprise

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You found Leonardo smoking on the balcony. Nothing new, but this time you felt apprehensive of approaching.

The Christmas party went well. Or so you thought. But now that the party is over and Charles has gone home, you feel like all the masks will come off, and you are afraid of what lies underneath. You still brace yourself and call out.

“Uncle?”

“Ciao cara. Why are you still awake?”

“I drank a little too much to sleep.” Not a lie. You did drink a little more than you’d ever had. You weren’t drunk, but still a little buzzed.

“It doesn't seem like it did you any good, Piccolina. You don’t look too cheerful.”

“I’m not that little!” You never could help complaining when he treated you as a child.

But this time, your answer did not lead to the usual banter. Instead, he turns to you with a smile that looks strangely sad, puts out his cigarillo, and ruffles your hair gently.

“I know. You have never been. Not even when I met you. But you are young, and I know how the famiglia is. Rebellion can be tempting, but it can lead to hastily made, poor decisions you might regret later.”

“Is this about Charles?” You knew he would talk about it, but any preparation you had made beforehand seemed to escape your mind when you finally needed it.

Leonardo turns back to look at the starry sky, and you walk to stand beside him, doing the same.

“You’re old enough to make your own choices, and I don’t doubt you when you say he is a good person. But the others he’s with mean trouble, and he chose to follow them. He chose his own path, and I’m afraid you’ll end up caught in it."

He was right. Vlad is a weird pureblood, who wasn’t too satisfied with your relationship with Charles either. Comte had promised to tell you about his relationship with Vlad later, but had said they were friends who had a fallout because of Vlad’s ideals.

But you also had a good feeling about the interactions you had with them while trying to build this relationship with Charles.

Not an easy or short task. You had a lot of time.

You were about to tell him that, when he started to speak again, turning to smile at you.

“But I saw you today, and this relationship sure seems real. You are young, but I trust your judgment. Just be careful, and know you can come to me if anything happens, okay?”

You were not expecting such support. Such trust. Your relationship as a family barely had a year, either. It had been fine, but you often had this impression Leonardo saw you as a little child. How long had you longed for a little of that love? How lucky you were to end up in this time and place, as strange of a coincidence as it was? Fighting back tears, you hug Leonardo.

“Thank you for trusting me, uncle. You are the only famiglia I currently have, of course you are the one I will turn to if I turn out to be wrong. But I am confident in my choice.”

Hands on your shoulders, Leonardo gently puts some distance between you.

“I know. You sure don’t need it, but you have my blessing.” He leans down to kiss your forehead. “And I hope whatever choices you make from now on will make you happy. Not make you regret it.”

You only hug him back. You know it’s hard for him to say that, but he chose to trust and believe you, like no one in your family ever did. And you know it’s because supporting you is important for him too, who never had a true family either. He chose to be that family to you. It wasn’t just a coincidence that you met; it was fate. Who said destined bonds were only for romantic partners?

That doesn't mean your boyfriend will escape without a talking to, not only from your uncle, but it's already more support than you expected.

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[readerinsertfanfiction]

Fate

A surprise gift for @ikemenlibrary because the organiser of 'My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange' didn't include herself despite all of the hard work needed to put the event together. You really need to reward yourself a little more. My only regret in this is that I don't know Licht.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Comte de Saint Germain

Warnings: mentions of death in euphemism

Masterlist 

Follow the voice. 

That was all the instructions you had received for your assignment. What it meant, you had no clue. How it worked, even less, but you went along with it when the door unlocked and the familiar dark hallways doomed up for you, taking you to wherever you were needed. 

“If we meet again.” 

A voice, one you didn’t know but felt a pang of familiarity with all the same, doomed up from the darkness. “If we meet again,” it echoed, like a desperate prayer, filled with sadness from the speaker that only knew regret and no religion. 

“If we meet again, would you be willing…” 

Heart aching you followed the voice, reaching out for the next door and pushed in, praying that you could help whatever regret and wish you would find behind. 

Amber golden eyes met yours in surprise, tears streaming out of them ruining the handsome visage of a man brought onto his knees. It seemed he had been kneeling indeed, though there was no apparent religion that you could distinguish out of his form. 

“You…” he speaks first and you straighten yourself, taking a deep breath before shutting the door, officially starting your assignment. 

“Regret,” Comte, as the man calls himself, repeats after you. A sardonic smile sets on his lips along with clasped hands that stretch the skin out over his knuckles. “Yes, you can call it that,” he murmurs softly, but you can see that he doesn’t quite believe it. 

It had taken very little convincing to explain your presence and job to him. Surprisingly so, but you supposed that Comte being a vampire and immortal had helped the matter. Something about being beyond human understanding as a shared trait helped in that. You could appreciate the ease in that, however, knowing that everything that would follow after was harder. Tempting fate was, after all, a world altering matter. 

“First we need to figure out what chain started the path we want to change,” you started, finding that explaining alternate universes and paths was surprisingly easy as well to a pureblood vampire. “Usually we do this by working backwards in events, targeting big crosspoints before zooming in, but I can imagine that you rather not re-experience her death,” you mused, a bump in your heart at the thought of this unknown soulmate that Comte had. 

It felt strange to feel envy for someone you didn’t know at all. Comte had been very sparse on the details of his lover and acclaimed soulmate, only revealing that he had been too hesitant in his own feelings and too late to realise the depth of his emotions. Your envy was made even stranger knowing the fate that befell the soulmate. 

“No, let’s not do that,” Comte grimaces, hands still clenched together in a tight prayer. You can see how hard he tries to think of a solution, one that will change the fate of a human, a fragile existence even in alternate universes, without having to trial and error her death. “Do you believe in soulmates?” he asks you suddenly, and you wonder why it is relevant what you think and believe in. 

It is a question you never really thought of. Not truly. And certainly not a question you expect on the first day of your job. You usually spend it trying to understand the assignment at hand, the client and their wishes. But now that you are and as you think back of the prayer you heard in the hallway, unfinished. The question in which you hope the answer will be one that will lead Comte back to happiness, for the weight of sadness in his voice and the weight of his regret laid heavy on your consciousness. 

“Maybe?” you say, not having the heart to say no, not truly believing in ‘no’ either as you think of Comte and the depth of his love that had brought you here. 

“A maybe is a no,” Comte chuckles, sounding so helplessly bitter at that moment before a resolution sets in his mind. 

“I know a certain way to change her fate,” Comte says, his confidence faltering just a second before he steels himself with resolution, eyes hardening but avoiding yours. 

His solution turns out to be a tremendous job. One that you aren’t quite sure will work, for fate worked in strange ways. 

“Are you sure?” you repeat, hand once more on the door and his placed next to yours. “It is no small matter striking out the name of another in the book of fate,” you caution, a little nervous at the idea of altering fate at its very core, “the backlash will be great.” 

Comte remains confident, however, his hand moving over yours on the door as he forces you to push. Those amber gold eyes never meet yours. They haven’t since he resolved himself. 

“That is my burden to carry,” he tells you. 

Comte never told you the name you had to strike from the book of fate, nor did he tell you the name that was tied to it. The simple sounding request and the near impossible assignment left a bad taste in your mouth, your gut telling you to cut the assignment short and leave. To deny this request. 

“If you met her again,” you repeat the question that led you to Comte in the first place, the familiar hallway empty as ever, but quiet this time as the two of you search for the end, “would you be willing…”

“Yes,” Comte answers immediately, cutting off your question as his hand in yours clenched tightly, meaning the affirmative with every sense of his being, “yes, and a thousand times over,” he repeats, his voice at peace, but the sadness lingering forever as you arrive at your next destination. 

“And do you believe in fate?” you ask when opening the door, revealing a room that blinds you before revealing all the names and souls bound together, a red string appearing around your pinky finger that pulls taut.

“Yes.” Is all Comte says, raising the red thread winding around his finger and towards his lips, pressing a first and last kiss to your shared fate before he snaps the thread and the world turns dark. 

Follow the voice

It was all the detail you received walking down the dark hallways, wondering what your assignment was and what your last one had been, a lingering question comes to mind as you sound it out yourself; 

“If we met again, would you be willing,” you sound, hoping for a yes, your legs moving as you remember the snap of fate and the amber gold eyes that had tried to spare you from a fate he thought worse than the snap of the thread. 

“Yes, if we met again I’d be willing to be your soulmate again,” you call out, switching strategies as you beg the darkness for the voice to lead you to Comte again, but it remains quiet as you continue down the hallway that never ends. 

“If we met, would you love me again?” you call out, asking the next question that comes to mind as you press against every door that you find, hoping to find one that will give and allow you in. 

A thousand promises and countless alternate universes and you knew, you’d love the man with amber gold eyes over and over again, with his sad smiles and his bright ones, even as the world crumbled around you and the hallway endless.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” you call out in the darkness, desperation overtaking you as a prayer swells up and a voice whispers as time restarts along with fate; 

“If we meet again, would you be willing to love me still?” 

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[eventinelysplayground]

Broken Promises

Mitsuki and Theo finally talk about and resolve the biggest change in their relationship since their twins arrived. If you haven't read the stories that come before this you will probably go when did this happen but it can be enjoyed for what it is without them. I will be doing the spicy but as its own story as per the poll I did, this is pretty long as it is. WC approx 1690.

The season had changed from the cold and quiet of winter to the sunshine and bustling of early summer. The season wasn't the only thing that had changed though, the mansion had as well. Everyone knew the arrival of Theo and Mitsukis child would bring changes but they never thought there would be this many.

One of the biggest was that there wasn’t just one but two babies. Secretly Comte was thrilled as procuring everything this second baby would require was left in his capable hands while their parents were otherwise occupied. The biggest change however was Mitsukis new life, not as a mother but as a vampire.

It had taken her almost three days to wake and everyone it seemed had kept an extra close eye on her for quite awhile. Mitsuki adjusted well though, she had accepted the news of her new life with ease, she was physically fine and her need for blood was the lowest of all of them. She had asked Comte one day about it and he said although appetites naturally varied he also wondered if different sires played a part in it as well. Nothing more was thought about it after that and Mitsukis life carried on much as it had before but with the added joy of her sons.

At least on the outside that was how it seemed to everyone. There was one big change that had been eating away at Mitsuki, that Theo hadn't intimately touched her since. He still kissed her and held her but his touch was always short and light, not strong and passionate like it used to be. At first Mitsuki thought that it was just him being concerned they both knew she'd need to heal but as the months went on nothing changed. She knew she should talk to Theo about it but she was too embarrassed to so she went about ignoring it as best she could until one mid afternoon.

It started with the twins making a mess of themselves, and everything else in the dining room, with their newly introduced solid foods. Mitsuki was just finishing bathing one boy when Theo came in.

“Need help with the kleintjes Hondje?”

“That would be great thanks, Vincent's all clean but Arthur still needs his bath.”

Mitsuki turned around to see Theo finishing taking off his shirt. He laid it aside then picked up Arthur while shaking his head at him.

“How did you manage to get this messy huh?”

Mitsuki smiled to herself taking in the precious sight but it wasn't long before she found her eyes roaming over Theo's body. She shook her head trying not to feel sad and moved away to get Vincent dried and dressed. She couldn't help watching Theo though, his bare broad chest and the slight flex of his muscles when he moved his arms but the worst was Theo's scent. He had always smelled good to her but he smelled even better now, she sighed and pulled her gaze away from Theo trying to refocus herself on the task of dressing a squirming baby when she heard Theo let out a low hiss.

“Those finger nails are sharp. Check Vincent's, we'll probably have to trim them later Hondje. Hondje?”

Mitsuki found herself momentarily frozen and staring at Theo. His scent was suddenly overpowering and she was incredibly thirsty. She felt her fangs descend and her eyes widened as her gaze fell on the tiny scratches on his forearm that were barely bleeding. She heard Theo call her name and ask her what was wrong but she didn't dare answer him, it was taking all the strength she had not to bite him. Theo must have noticed her gaze finally as he looked down at his forearm and then looked back up at her in surprise and concern.

“Mitsuki, it's…”

“I'm… I'm sorry… I need to go!”

Mitsuki practically screamed that last word at Theo as she dashed out of the room with Vincent still in her arms. She heard Theo call out after her but she just picked up her pace, she needed to get far away from him. She raced carelessly down the hallway and bumped right into Napoleon who caught her and Vincent before she fell.

“Are you alright Mitsuki?”

Mitsuki just shook her head and handed Vincent over to Napoleon before taking off again in a run down the hallway. She vaguely registered Napoleon calling after her but she didn't stop. Once she reached her room she quickly locked the door behind her and collapsed against it pulling her knees to her chest.

So this is what bloodlust feels like, and there was barely any blood!

Mitsuki thought back on her ‘vampire talk', as Dazai had called it, with Leonardo recalling the last thing he had told her.

“Maybe it's best if you figure out the specifics for yourself actually; but if it ever feels like too much Cara Mia remember to put distance between you and Theo.”

Is it always this intense? How did Theo manage this all these years? Maybe it was never as intense for him, I mean that would make sense considering how he's been acting lately…

Mitsuki hugged her knees even tighter as she began to cry. A part of her knew she was being silly thinking like this but she couldn't help it. She wasn't sure how long she'd been huddled against her door but she smelled Theo before she heard the knock.

“Hondje?”

She could hear the concern in his voice and she gripped her knees tighter.

“Go away Theo.”

Her voice was strained and she knew he'd be able to tell she had been crying. The doorknob jiggled above her head and she heard Theo sigh.

“Open the door.”

“No.”

“Stop being so stubborn and open the door!”

Mitsukis bloodlust and mood were getting worse and she spoke without thinking.

“Look who's talking? Besides this is for your own good, I can't guarantee I wouldn't bite you right now and I know you don't want that so just leave!”

Silence met Mitsukis words and she hoped Theo would leave but instead she heard him slide down the other side of her door.

“You really going to make us have this conversation through the door Hondje?”

Now it was Mitsukis turn to be silent. She heard Theo let out a long sigh.

“You've misunderstood me.”

“Have I, it's seemed pretty clear to me lately and now…”

Mitsuki swallowed hard against the growing burning in her throat.

“How can you ignore this feeling?”

Mitsuki leaned her head against her door and she heard Theo chuckle.

“I'd like to tell you that you get used to it, that you figure out how to deal with it but that's not how it seems to work. As soon as I think I have it under control it changes, it grows more intense and I have to start all over.”

“Then how have you always kept control, it makes even less sense!”

“Do you remember the promise I made to you, Mitsuki?”

Mitsuki's brows furrowed and then her eyes went wide and she clasped a hand over her mouth.

Oh my god is that what this has been about? Why didn't I think of it!

As if he had guessed what she was thinking Theo spoke his voice low and raw.

“I promised I'd never put you in danger again, never make you cry again. A part of how I controlled it was remembering those promises, remembering what could happen if I lost control. I ended up breaking those promises though. I almost lost you a second time and it was all my fault again. It’s not that I haven't wanted… I don't want you in danger again, I couldn't bear to lose you.”

Mitsuki could hear Theo's voice wavering as she held back tears.

“Oh Theo, I should have realized without you having to tell me! I'm so so sorry!”

Mitsuki turned her body and reached up turning the key in the lock before standing up. She waited a minute to make sure Theo had moved then opened the door. She barely had it opened before Theo had stepped inside and she was wrapped up in his tight embrace. As Mitsuki snaked her arms around his back she started to cry again.

“It's alright Hondje, I was doing my best to hide it from you and you've been pretty busy lately.”

“Didn't you also promise me not to try and handle everything by yourself anymore?”

“Ya I know. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course I can! It's not just not thinking of it sooner that I'm sorry for though, you don't want to know all the horrible things I was thinking.”

Mitsuki felt Theo's fingers run along her jaw then lift her chin up so she was staring straight into his intense blue eyes.

“You were thinking I didn't love you anymore weren't you?”

“How…did you know that this whole time?"

"No, It's been pretty clear though something's been bothering you for awhile now and you aren't that hard to figure out.”

Theo leaned in and planted a kiss beside her eye and she shuddered. Mitsuki took a step back from Theo, she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep herself from biting him. After she had stepped back Theo chuckled and she watched as a wide smirk spread across his face.

“Just how many times am I going to have to show you with my body how much I love you Hondje? I know you're a smart pup, I'm starting to think you're not getting this on purpose.”

“That's not mmm.”

Mitsukis protest was cut off when Theo grabbed her and pulled her in for a forceful kiss. He hadn't kissed her like this in so long and she felt like her knees would give out beneath her but Theo's strong arms held her up.

“Theo…”

Mitsuki was shocked, she'd never heard herself sound so needy and desperate before but all Theo did was grin smugly at her.

“Dogs aren't supposed to bite their owners Hondje, but I'll make an exception since you're such a good pup.”

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire theo #ikevamp theo #ikevamp mitsuki #ikemen vampire theodorus

[onegianthotmess]

Ikemen Vampire Rants:

💃If the Suitors Turned Into Women💃

There will be five parts to this rant with three suitors in each part. I apologize for this math, but we know that there are fifteen suitors and fifteen divided by five is three, thus three suitors for each part makes five parts.

This is part one, which means the first three suitors; Napoleon, Mozart, and Leonardo.

Also, I will be using myself (Amelia; looks like Uraraka from MHA but with peach colored eyes, fluffy and curvy figure, and is between 5’9-5’10 in height) as an insert for the MC and as the one who helps the suitors through their strange experience.

Faust needed a few test subjects for his new experimental elixir, and naturally he first moved to put it into Charles’s and Vlad’s dinner. But, by some inexplicable reason, a few vials of the elixir somehow made their way to le Comte’s mansion and ended up in the residents’s dinner. Let’s see how this plays out, shall we???

Napoleon Bonaparte

Napoleon woke up at a reasonable time somehow, so that in its own right was strange, but he felt strange in another way

His chest felt heavy, his back had a slight pain in it, and his hair felt much longer than it was when he went to bed the previous evening

When the former emperor sat up, stretched, and yawned, he noticed something else amiss

His voice sounded different, more delicate and high pitched

Intrigued and slightly concerned by his findings, Napoleon got out of his bed and looked down to find two find his hair down to his waist and two breasts on his chest

Napoleon stood frozen in shock as he looked down at his new body, confused until he heard a knocking on his door

“Napoleon? It’s time to get up, breakfast is soon.”

Right on schedule, Amelia was knocking on Napoleon’s door to get him up for breakfast and said man was now, miraculously, a woman and frozen by his bed in shock

Gaining no response as usual, Amelia let out a small sigh, murmured that she was coming in, and entered the former emperor’s room

And when she turned around after closing the door, the brunette woman froze when she made eye contact with the former man and the two just stared at each other

After a few moments Amelia asked for an explanation and Napoleon answered completely honestly; he just woke up and he was a woman

Amelia blinked at the former emperor, who just blinked back before she sighed and told Napoleon to wait for her a moment so she could go get a few things from her room

And five minutes later, Amelia came back to Napoleon with a few undergarments, a few hair things, and a few clothes from her closet

Since Napoleon seemed to be about the same cup size, if a bit smaller, as her and about the same amount of curves as her as well, Amelia just let Napoleon have some new undergarments and gave him some pants and a shirt because her new build didn’t allow him to fit his usual clothes too well

Napoleon pretty much looked the same as he did before, only his face was softer, his lips were fuller, his nose was more of a button shape, and he had soft, chubby looking cheeks

Napoleon didn’t mind his hair being brushed, but it annoyed him having it down, so Amelia put it up for him and gave him his coat

And once Napoleon had his coat, he asked if it was time for breakfast and Amelia said yes but asked if he was really sure he wanted to go out in front of the rest of the residents in his current situation

And he simply said yes and that it would be fairly simple to explain

And he was right

Napoleon simply explained that he woke up as a woman and everyone just went with it, Arthur even tried to flirt a bit just to see what would happen and immediately had to apologize when a sword was at his throat

Napoleon simply went on about his day, which he had off from teaching

He mostly spent his time sparing with Jean, who looked a bit uncomfortable and spoke like he was speaking to a woman he’d just met, and with Amelia simply to ask her questions about how women did things, like how they went to the bathroom and dealt with the random pain in the abdomen that attacked throughout the day

Pretty much, the day went as usual and the next day, Napoleon was back to normal and no one talked about the day before

And Amelia wracked her brain for answers as to how Napoleon became a woman until she got a headache and had to take a nap

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

He woke up and immediately knew something was amiss

When he looked down to see breasts instead of his usual chest, he almost screamed

Almost

Instead of trying to go to anyone else, Mozart decided to quickly make his way to the music room and just start composing a new song to distract himself

But, noticing his absence at breakfast, Amelia offered to bring Mozart at least a bottle of Rouge to make sure he got what actually gave him nourishment to live

And so the woman wandered through the mansion and to the music room to see Mozart at his piano, his back to her and was his hair a bit longer than before?

When Amelia called out to the musician, he whipped around to look at the brunette and she was met by a sight indeed

Mozart’s face was much softer looking and slender, the soft outline of two free breasts could be seen under his clothes, and his hair was slightly longer than it was the day before

The two just stared at each other before Amelia just walked over to Mozart and placed the Rouge in his hand

“I won’t tell anyone about this and I’ll just say you’d like to be alone today. I’ll bring you more Rouge during lunch and dinner.”

Mozart just muttered out a halfhearted thanks to Amelia, who tried not to comment on how soft and delicate his voice was as a woman and just noises before she left the music room

And Amelia didn’t tell anyone about the musician’s condition, but did tell everyone that Mozart was very invested in his latest piece he was composing and wished to be left alone aside from the delivering of his Rouge

Mozart just spent his day in his music room, annoyed at his back’s slight ache and finding the breasts he now had uncomfortable and sweaty

And he was so thankful to wake up and actually be a man again in the morning

Later, after breakfast, Mozart pulled Amelia aside and gave her a small yet curt thanks for respecting his wishes yesterday before he turned away and went on about his day

Leonardo da Vinci

He woke up under the table in the library surrounded by books after falling asleep while staying up late and researching

Leonardo didn’t really notice anything until he realized that he felt something squishy between his chest and the floor

Being groggy and confused from having just woken up, it wasn’t much of a surprise that he hit his head when Amelia was shouting his name and scolding him for falling asleep under a table…again

“Scusa, cara mia…”

Both the maid and sleepy vampire froze at the sound of Leonardo’s voice

It was groggy and thick with sleep, yes, but it was lighter and it was more delicate and honey sweet sounding than normal

And now that Leonardo was slowly waking up, he realized his hair was long and splayed around his head and on his arms he used as a pillow to sleep on during the night

Throughly confused, Leonardo crawled out from under the table and stretched once he was out and Amelia stared at the Renaissance Man with wide eyes

His hair now reached a few inches past his shoulders, his features were slightly softer and his lips fuller, and both large breasts and new curves shaped his body differently

Once he was done stretching, Leonardo looked down at his body and blinked silently for a few moments

“Ah… So this is what it’s like to have breasts.”

Amelia looked at Leonardo like he was an idiot as he murmured to himself and inspected his new body as best he could

After a few minutes, Amelia just dragged Leonardo out of the library and to her room so that she could actually get him dressed properly so that the residents wouldn’t see tits every time they looked in his direction

Leonardo didn’t really mind, he just let Amelia teach him how to get the proper undergarment for his chest on and brush his hair because he was still a bit sleepy

And, despite having a slightly different figure due to being turned into a woman, Leonardo was still very muscular and could still fit his clothes pretty well, he just needed to adjust his belt and button up his shirt a little more so he wasn’t exposed in front of a house full of men

And after all of that, Leonardo just went on about his day and went out for a quick smoke, laughing at Comte when he saw Leo and began freaking out about him being a woman now

Eventually everyone in the mansion knew that Leonardo was somehow a woman but didn’t really question it since he was a bit of a loner and didn’t seem to bothered by his situation

And when he woke up the next day, this time in his own bed, Leonardo was a man again

Of course he paid no mind to it and went along with his day as normal, the other residents never questioning what had happened with him the day prior

And that’s the first three suitors done! I’ll be posting the next part as soon as I can, so be on the lookout!

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire rants #ikemen vampire napoleon #ikevamp napoleon #ikemen vampire mozart #ikevamp mozart #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikevamp leonardo

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Comte Drama CD Translations, Track Seven: "To You Who Are So Lovely" - Ending

I'm not a professional yada yada yada, these are just my rough transcriptions of each track in the CD because I need fodder for my simping.

This one reads a bit like a love letter left for MC, it's another sweet one:

…Indeed, the sand in the hourglass has fallen. It appears my day with you is over. (I'M DISTRAUGHT TOO DW BEAUTIFUL) In this way, every moment trickles into another ceaselessly…yes, forever. Even now as I say it, the word “forever” drives a painful wedge in my heart. I often wonder at the essence, the weight that word carries--so often spoken with admiration and yearning by humankind.

I think this is the first time in my life I ever went "philosopher (affectionate)" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I could listen to him all day [contented sigh]

I know very well…just how heartbreaking it is. I was shaken by that never-ending, pathless darkness…until you gave me the hope of “now.” A vampire who lives forever, and a woman who lives a finite life, hoping for a better tomorrow. I’m not sure what will become of my love for you that sprouted at the boundary between “forever” and “now.” …But I promise you this. I will never let you go. When I give you eternal love… Let’s spend that time together.

Man the way I act up when I hear fictional man say "I will never let you go" [INSERT LOUD BARKING] it's a promise, Abel 🥺💜

It may turn out to be a bumpy road…but, don’t worry. We’ll take every step of the way hand-in-hand. When I get lost…you’re so kind and strong It makes me sure that if we do ever get lost, we’ll worry about it together, and find answers together. Like a waltz, let’s take each other’s hands…and live together.

Okay all my usual court jester energy aside, I really am so fond of this motif throughout his stories. This idea that being in a relationship is about being there for each other, about promising the other will never be alone. I guess they really just embody what marriage is at its best, for me? Like not necessarily that there's only one way to be married, but that it should be about helping each other and caring about each other? Building a life and sharing that happiness, an enduring love that grows the more two people are together.

Holding hands and dancing, I'm so...

And one day, I’m sure I will… …I’m sure that I’ll turn you into a vampire. At that time, let’s live together forever. From the moment I met you that day, in Paris of the 21st century…it felt like the frozen hands on the clock of my life began to move. I was determined that I would never fall in love with a human again. I was moved by your pure and single-minded thoughts, and I wanted your love. A year later, ten years later, one hundred years of accumulating this “now” I’ve received from you… In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me. I found you in eternity…I love you, and I will dedicate my pureblood life to your fate--

If y'all need me I will be wasting away, ty--

"In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me." I WANT THAT TOO, GORGEOUS

Man the way my brain is just so: the only kind of man I want is one that can go "I wanted your love 🥺👉👈" and "I wanted her blood to run down my mouth." AT THE SAME TIME

It's about the multi-faceted yearning 🤌🏼

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp mc #he is the sweetest????? wtf #i swear if i saw a letter like this left for me i would probably actually die of cuteness #the way he's just so '🥺👉👈tg?' #and im just resisting every urge to TACKLE him like 'YES OF COURSE TG FOREVER' #aight but fr comte and mc are def that couple that exchanges love letters unironically #not like every day but once in a while when they're Really Feeling It #am i mushy and ridiculous? probably #but i am cringe and i am free #i cant hear you over the sound of me clutching comte's letter to my chest like some kind of Austen protagonist #okay but why do i see leo being nosy just to get a rise out of him and rooting through comte's drawers #and nearly finds them #but comte grabs him by the scruff of the neck and throws him out #no cigarillos for our boy for a week bad kitty (poor leonardo) #the letters were subsequently concealed in an ornate box he hid in [location censored] #brain: hol'up. no he'd leave all the mushy letters out just to fk with leo but the raunchy ones are def going in the special box #me: my god...psychological warfare... #comte: emotional vulnerability gives him hives; it's equivalent to watching a person with lactose intolerance eat ice cream on purpose #me: KJHLGHJFDSJHFJADHLGDHFJKSGLHJK #honestly idc what mc says watching these two squabble is legit the best full time job out there #comte propaganda #fangdad propaganda #baguettosaurus

[xxsycamore]

—𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘠𝘰𝘶

► SYNOPSIS:

Deep down, Comte is a greedy man.

If Christmas time reminds him of his beloved, it's only natural of a greedy man to start indulging in it early.

▍comte x mc ▍rating: G ▍tags: fluff; humor; christmas decorations; kissing ▍wordcount:  1,250

▍masterlist

▍a/n:  Another fluffy fic! I don't know how many of you happen to have played his route around the holidays, but for me there will always be something about Christmas and Comte... and, I thought this would be a cute little thing between them if it happened in canon. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Written for mine and @voltage-vixen’s ‘Tis The Season For Love challenge!

PROMPT: Starting with preparations way too early

Entering through the front door, MC nearly drops the shopping bags she's holding to the floor. What is today's date again?? Did she run through any time-warping doors on her way to the marketplace? Upon exiting this morning, she clearly remembers the chilly early November air hitting her face-first, and the fact that she remarked it being early November. Now, she's not so sure. The mansion appears thoroughly, utterly, excessively decorated for Christmas.

"We just took down the Halloween decorations…what is this?"

She mutters to herself, getting a better grip on her many shopping bags, bracing herself to bring them to their final destination in the kitchen already. She desperately needs to ask a certain butler what's all of this about, assuming that when something is happening in the mansion, Sebastian would be the first to know.

Released from the weight she's been carrying, MC doesn't get to also be released from the heavy question mark lingering over her head, as the kitchen is empty. Ignoring her pending tasks for the time being, for the sake of sating her curiosity, she goes on a little investigation, tying her housework apron while walking.

She bumps into a very confused looking Jean, glad that at least she's not the only one feeling like this. Asking him if he knows any details, however, leaves her even more puzzled. He leaves shortly, and MC snaps from the trance only when she spots a familiar black suit through the opened door of a room up ahead. She speeds up her walking, having had enough of being left in the dark.

"Sebastian what is going on with the-"

She walks on the sight of a very worried Sebastian holding the ladder as Comte appears to be putting up garlands. Now, this is something you don't see everyday, and even for MC and her new bizarre life, this is certainly something she didn't expect seeing.

"Ah, ma cherie, you're home early." Comte's face lights up in a near grin that is only barely hidden by years and years of mastering a perfectly modest smile. He gets down the ladder shockingly fast, much to Sebastian's concern. A greeting hug is offered to MC, and while it's not a gesture too intimate that she'd blush from it (moreso when only Sebastian is present and Sebastian has seen everything already), she puts an early end to it, looking in Comte's eyes for answers. It seems like he sees nothing he needs to explain himself for, so she tries with words.

"What is happening here?"

"My, what does it look like? We're preparing for Christmas. I'm putting up some decorations, but don't fret. I know how much you love doing that, I made certain to leave the major spots for you, especially the tree."

"But," she starts, not much less confused than before. Comte seems to have gotten the wrong idea about what part of all of this needs to be addressed. "But, why now? It's definitely too early for this! I just ran into Jean, poor Jean, did you know that he thought he simply slept through and skipped a whole month? He never keeps track of time, imagine how confused he was…"

"Ma cherie."

Comte grips her by the shoulders to gain her attention, and gently moves her hand until it's linked with his elbow. Then he leads the way to the garden, not without ensuring that MC has put her coat on, of course.

The familiar walk towards the gazebo is not as calming as MC remembers, but soon the racing thoughts in her mind are cleared out for an even bigger question mark taking their place. Everything around the gazebo and the gazebo itself is covered in fluffy white snow.

"I swear it hasn't snowed today, I was just out in town fifteen minutes ago!"

Comte lets out a mysterious little chuckle, honey-colored eyes following her reactions. He's not so heartless as to keep toying with her this way, so he moves to stand before her, bringing up her hands in his own to grasp lightly.

"Comte," MC interrupts, just one important question before everything else. She appears pale as a sheet and very, very worried about this one. He hums, still smiling, waiting for her to go on.

"Is this. Asbestos."

"Oh no, it's baking soda."

MC releases what feels like the biggest sigh of relief in her entire life. Ignorance is bliss, and coming from the 21st century with knowledge about all the slow killers (an understatement) in the daily life of a normal person in this time era is… a headache, to say the least. At least her lover comes with a sizable brain and with remarkable levels of knowledge from his many visits from the future.

"Ma cherie."

"Ah, yes?" Color returning to her face, she takes note of the way Comte rubs gentle circles in the skin of her cool hands.

"You were wondering why I'm doing all of this so early." He looks down briefly for a moment, looking at their intertwined hands. "But the answer is very simple, it's almost laughable. You're free to call me a fool because of it, my dear."

Frozen and caught in a suddenly embarrassing and romantic scene, MC waits for him to go on. Even though the answer starts forming in her mind, she doesn't want to guess on her own.

"When we got together, it was Christmas. With the weather turning cold, it was as if it only became warmer and warmer in my heart. I'm a greedy man, ma cherie."

Breath hitching in her throat, MC wants to say something, but can only stare at her Abel and his little guilty smile. It all makes sense now. But he says the rest of it, just in case. Because he loves laying himself bare in front of her and her alone.

He leans in, his voice a whisper, close to her already reddening ear. Would he notice, he'd be fast to take her inside, even if he knows better than to assume that the cold is at fault here.

"And greedy as I am, I couldn’t wait for Christmas, so that I could get to relive those precious memories we share. Seeing you run around merrily, kissing your hair that smells of those special cookies you made for all of us last year… Ah, I told you it's laughable. You seem to have reduced me to a little kid that cannot wait for the holidays to come."

The laugher that Comte expects doesn't come, because MC can't produce any sound when she's pressed to his chest. It's a little surprising how tightly she hugs him, but he welcomes it gladly, returning the hug. If he is the one to break it first, it would be only in order to kiss her. And that's exactly what he does, having long accepted that around his darling he's never going to be as in control of himself as he normally is.

"I'm looking forward to the second best Christmas ever, Abel."

Second best? Now that sounds like a challenge, through as much as he thrives to impress her, Comte is not so sure how he's going to compete against the miracle of love that took place last year. He feels that same youthful excitement rushing through him, and he kisses MC again as if to make her feel it, too.

One thing is certain; it would be a Christmas to remember. Their second Christmas together.

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[not-krys]

WIP Wednesday: Perfect Strangers

I had wanted to do this for Fictober this year, but couldn't finish it in time for Comte's bday.

However, since his bday falls on a Wednesday this year, this month's WIP Wednesday will be that WIP instead of my usual fare of putting my OCs into situations.

Normal warnings apply: Raw, unfinished writing, based on the Perfect Strangers AU event

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"Your eyes are wandering again, Monsieur."

Comte, shaken out of his reverie, turned back to the lady at the table as she sipped her lemonade. The lady that was going to be his fiancée, he thought with a sigh.

"She's on an errand in town." The lady giggled. "If you stay until evening, you're bound to catch a glance of her before you leave."

"Mademoiselle, forgive my rudeness. It seems my attention lingers elsewhere this afternoon."

"As well as every other time you've visited the manor. If I didn't know any better, I would believe you seek the eye of someone else in this household. My lady maid, perhaps?"

Comte paused, caught red-handed, but she seemed to hold only amusement in her gaze.

"You're not exactly subtle about it, sir."

"…Again, I must ask for your forgiveness-"

"No need. She has a tender heart. It catches your attention in a way nothing else does. Trust me, I understand."

"You do?"

"She's been like an older sister to me for as long as I've known her. And she is easy on the eyes."

"Mademoiselle, I didn't mean-"

"Again, you overestimate your ability to be inconspicuous, especially when it comes to her. It's quite charming."

She folded her hands, resting her chin on their bridge.

"Anyway, we are alone right now, so I would like to discuss some things with you, without the prying ears of my parents and to spare the feelings of my dear maid."

"Yes." Comte cleared his throat. "The venue, perhaps? I have a list of locations that would be-"

"I want to call off the marriage."

"…Pardon?"

"I want to call it off."

"…Mademoiselle?"

"Just as your eyes search for a soul that isn't here at present, I'm afraid I'm just as preoccupied. A lovely baker's daughter in town. My parents would never approve."

"So, we are in the same boat?"

"Loving another when we are supposed to be loving each other? Precisely."

Comte looked down, thinking about their predicament.

"It's the reason I called you here, le Comte." said the lady, "I want to give you my blessing to court my maid, but, circumstances being what they are, we are at an impasse."

She pushed her empty glass aside and pushed forward an envelope.

"However, what's in this envelope might be the solution to our problem."

"What's this?"

"Documents pertaining to my dear maid. How she came into my family's service when she was a young girl. The articles are only part of the story, I'm afraid. I was caught before I could complete my investigation and was reprimanded for digging in places I shouldn't have. Which is why I'm handing them over to you. To finish what I couldn't."

Comte opened the envelope, taking out the old papers with care. Some were ledger copies from the house when the lady was in her infancy, inventory mostly, employment papers, and, oddly enough, what seemed to be personal letters to the lady's father addressed from a person with a woman's name. It wasn't the lady's mother's name either. Comte frowned.

"Specifically, that name mentioned in Father's letters comes up a few times. I would like to find out who she is… or was, if my hunch is correct."

"And if your hunch is correct?"

"Then both of us will get what we want, with some arm twisting along the way."

Now it was Comte's turn to look amused.

"You would do anything for her, wouldn't you?"

"And you wouldn't? After searching for her all this time?"

"I would take down all the stars in the sky and place them in her hands if it would make her smile."

"Good answer." The lady stood up. "I wish you luck in the investigation. Pray that you have more luck than I have been having."

She walked towards the door.

"And, I would appreciate it if you would keep this a secret from [Name]. At least until you finish the search."

"I will. And thank you, mademoiselle."

She smiled.

"I want her to be happy, just as you undoubtedly do. Make her happy, Monsieur, as I know where Father keeps his rifles and his keys."

"…You are quite frightening when you want to be, dear."

"Only when I need to be." She blew him a cheeky kiss and stepped out the room to get more lemonade.

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Another month had passed before Comte returned to the little mansion on the hill, hearing the excited, bubbly voice of the lady that had once been his fiancée. She was telling someone with a soft voice about how she wasn't engaged anymore. The gasp of horror from his beloved's lips, while it pulled at his heartstrings to hear her heart ache for her mistress and friend, he also couldn't help but feel proud of his accomplishment.

He had turned around a marriage proposal once aimed at his beloved's mistress now it was a promise he wanted to give to his true beloved, the sweet maid he had danced with once upon a time.

#krys's adventures in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen vampire #comte de saint germain (ikevamp) #wish I could have finished this one #oh well #Comte fics seem to come every other year for me #esp during fictober times #maybe next year I'll give him a proper fic #lol

[kwillow]

Answering Some Asks!

Forever ago, I said I'd try to answer more of the asks I get with text, so I don't have them sitting around for years on end. Then I didn't do that. Well... gonna try to do a few now!

Character Stuff

Probably not, since it's solid all the way through, so there's no space for the air to vibrate and make cool sounds. It'd be like flicking a column of glass or gemstone, probably just make some tapping or "thnk" noises and that's it. Alas!

Beggars can't be choosey.

But more seriously, probably words of affirmation/compliments or quality time. Though he doesn't believe compliments often even if he wants them - he's more apt to believe he's just being mocked or manipulated unless he already trusts someone (and even then, he has his doubts).

I talked a bit about this in the tags of this drawing, though I can elaborate in a bigger font size as well, haha.

As his story stands now, he has exclusively pursued women as partners. I tend to think of him as straight.

That said, I'm not opposed to his hetero being flexible if, in the future, a story opportunity popped up where he'd need to be curious about a man. (Jack, another character of mine, started off as straight and then slid inexorably to "bisexual, heavy on the girl" so it has happened before, haha.) AND if other people want to write/draw/think of him as straying from straight n' narrow that's obviously fine with me. :P

He's not a royal - he wishes, haha. He is nobility, though! His father his a marquis, which gives him the courtesy title of count (or "comte", using the French variant) until he inherits his father's title (though the Old Kingdoms are destroyed before that ever happens). Tough when he's much older he just assigns himself pope-kingship so I guess that counts as self-appointed royalty.

BUT ANYWAY

Yes he's had crushes, infatuations, love affairs and flings. Too many. Though it's interesting you bring up status - as a lot of his crushes tended to be on people from lower societal positions than he was. His first crush, and one of his longest (and most tumultuous) relationships was with a stablehand's daughter. When he did get infatuated with well-born women, it tended to be women who were already engaged, married or otherwise unavailable for him to marry. He's just got a taste for things he can't have...

It was extremely infuriating for his father.

(Of course, another part of his lack of discrimination between noble and common ladies might be due to him seeing himself as above ALL mortals, so what's the difference between a peasant and a noblewoman, really?)

Non-Character Stuff

Hahaha well I welcome that! Ambroys should be bullied on as many fronts as possible.

Thank you! It's a combination of purposeful research while also ignoring what I research for stuff I think just looks fun. Admittedly, I also am bad at drawing things consistently, so in some ways it's easier for me to just put a character in an entirely new outfit instead of trying to draw an old outfit the same way again, ha. xD

Not to sound like a soccer mom, but I'm a fan of Pinterest for browsing and collecting reference images of outfits that just "feel" like a character, so you have a broad visual library to draw from. You should also pair that with research into how the clothes you want to draw are supposed to fit. For historical outfits, you can get a lot of mileage out of the blogs of historical fanatics who enjoy eviscerating movie costumes from their period of interest. For modern day clothing, you can look at style blogs and tailoring information to learn how clothes are supposed to fit - and then break those rules if you want (for example, in mens' suits, the pants are not supposed to be bunched around the ankles, but I draw Theo's trousers that way to emphasize that he has unusually short legs).

My secret tip for coming up with lots of outfits for characters while keeping them cohesive is to determine a few things about their fashion sense (using Theo and Ambroys to contrast with each other):

What cuts/kinds of clothing do they wear often? What's their "taste", basically. For example, Ambroys wears tight pants/breeches, ostentatious coats and vests, lace and lots of jewelry. Theo, on the other hand, always wants to wear formal clothes that cover most of his body. From that, you can find other clothes that fit that mold and take inspiration from them, expanding what kinds of clothes they wear while still making it feel like "them".

What color palettes do they tend to wear? Theo wears dark colors and red and purple pretty much exclusively, while Ambroys wears a lot of colors, but only in light shades.

What thematic elements can you incorporate into their outfits as decoration? For Theo, I tend to include blood-drop designs and heraldic symbols like the ermine spot, while Ambroys is associated with flowers (especially roses), eyes and wings. You can add these elements to outfits to add a little extra spice (there are a lot of Ambroys' outfits that are really the same thing, but in one I put daffodils on him and another I put feathers on him, for example).

I hope any of that is helpful!

Thank you so much! I honestly have no clue what I'm doing when it comes to rendering, so I'm glad it's looking okay, heh!

I've heard Gravity Falls is great, but like many shows that I've heard are great, I have never made time to watch it. I know vaguely of Stanley Pines, though.

But thank you so much for saying you like Theo. He's a nasty little guy but he's very near and dear to my heart, and it really touches me that you see complexity and charisma in him. I do aim to make characters that are textured, weird little bastards.

And I don't mind you roleplaying with Theo, I think it's sweet. xP I'm glad he got to enjoy some pizza.

#some of these are over a year old aaaah I'm so sorry #asks #ambroys #theo #since they're talked about #text #i have more but I think this is enough for now haha #thanks everyone for sending asks - even if it takes me forever to answer them they really make my day!

[leonscape]

"Writer's Block"

Pairing: Reader (2nd person) x Le Comte Warning! This fic contains suggestive/NSFW themes. Reader is a romance author. Established relationship with Comte. Note: This is my first time writing for Ikemen Vampire, my first time writing Comte, my first time writing in second person, and my first time writing something on the spicier side I am very scared to post this!

Word Count: 1342

Without realizing it, you let out your hundredth sigh of the day as you hung the sheets to dry. Sebastian suggested taking a break from writing to allow your mind to refresh itself, but you couldn’t just do nothing. Doing chores around the mansion was relaxing compared to sitting at your desk, hunched over, and having a mental breakdown because you can’t figure out the right words to describe a scene you’ve been stuck on. And it wasn’t like you can press backspace and everything would be erased like nothing happened. Piles of crumpled papers littered the desk and spilled onto the floor.

Another sigh escaped your lips as you hung the last sheet. Standing back to take a look at your work, you weren’t prepared for Arthur’s sudden appearance from behind. 

“What’s with that frown?” Arthur asked. 

“Arthur!?” you blurted. 

“I was on my way to get some coffee but I saw you standing out here,” Arthur said. 

“Oh, I see. Well, let me brew you a fresh pot of coffee.” Arthur followed you back inside and you prepared some coffee. 

“You still haven’t answered my question.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. “Is there something bothering you? Is it Comte? You know you can always come to me if you ever need a shoulder.” 

“No thanks. And no, it’s not that. It’s writer’s block,” you told him. 

“Why didn’t you say so earlier? As a fellow writer, we should help each other through these things!” Arthur’s smile was bright and mischievous. “Do you want to know how I overcome writer’s block?” 

“Uh… sure,” you agree, hoping that it’s actual advice and nothing stupid. 

“I usually enjoy the company of a pretty lady,” Arthur said. And it was something stupid…

You sighed deeply once more, “This is why I didn’t ask in the first place.”

“Well, it's better than what Dazai does. He just goes in and out of the windows more frequently. But you missed my point. You should do something that you enjoy doing. Go out, have some fun, and have new experiences,” Arthur explained. 

“It’s not like I don’t have any inspiration. I’m having trouble describing a certain scene and I’m not sure why. Nothing I write on paper makes sense or feels right,” you told him. 

Arthur seemed to be in deep thought but as soon as an idea popped into his head, he snapped his fingers and his face lit up. “Have you tried reading your sentences out loud?”

“Of course, that’s why I feel like they’re a bit off.” You frowned and Arthur mirrored your expression as he wracked his brain for more solutions. 

“Hmm… Maybe you should act it out? If you can put yourself in your character’s situation, then maybe you can have a better understanding of what’s happening and you’ll be able to write it better,” Arthur suggested. “All right, I’ll be your scene partner. So tell me about the scene.” 

You panicked as you stuttered an excuse, “It’s a complex scene and you need lots of context to really understand and I can’t explain it all right now. And besides, you write mysteries so I don’t think that you’d be able to act it out.” 

“Nonsense! I’m not a complete stranger to romance… Unless it’s a scene you can’t act out because you’re too embarrassed.” You didn’t give any response, but the blooming red hue on your face answered Arthur anyway. “Ah, so that must be it. I wonder what kind of naughty scene you’re writing.” 

Again, you didn’t say anything but that gave him all the information he needed to discern the truth. You ignored him and continued to brew the coffee, even though there wasn’t much to do except awkwardly stand there and watch the water filter its way through the coffee grounds. “Then why don’t you just ask your lover? I’m sure he wouldn’t have a problem doing dirty things to you so that you can write them down,” Arthur chuckled. 

“I can’t just ask him to do that,” you mumbled. 

“Sure you can, in fact you can ask him right now!” 

You whipped around to see Comte standing in the doorway with a gentle smile on his face. “Is something wrong, ma chérie?” 

“Comte! How long have you been standing there?” 

“Not long. I smelled coffee and I thought I’d ask for some before everyone else does,” he answered nonchalantly. 

Theo strolled into the room too announcing his intentions, “I smell coffee.” 

“It’s not for you, it was brewed for me,” Arthur told Theo. 

“Does it have your name on it? No? Then it’s for everyone.” Theo took more coffee just because Arthur was being stingy. Then he disappeared like he was never there. Comte politely held out a mug and you filled it with a generous amount. 

“This coffee was supposed to be for me,” Arthur sulked. 

“Does it have your name on it? No? Then it’s for everyone,” you repeated Theo’s words. “Besides, you could always brew more.” 

Arthur refused to brew it himself claiming, “You make the best coffee.” 

He frowned and Comte chuckled, “You’re a skilled coffee brewer, mon amour.” Arthur took his coffee to go, grateful for what he could receive. Comte lingered a bit longer, sipping his coffee while gazing at you. “Did you want to ask me something earlier?”

“Arthur and I were just talking and he was just teasing,” you replied.

Comte was not satisfied with your answer and he slid closer to you. “That’s not what I asked,” his voice dipped down into a seductive whisper. “You can ask me anything.”

“Arthur and I were just talking about writer’s block and he suggested I act out my scene so I have a better idea of how to write it,” you explained. 

Comte hummed, “So, tell me about this scene.”

“Well, the male and female lead spend an intimate night together when they reunite for the first time in years,” you told him.

“I see.” Comte smiles. “Would you like to act out the scene with me?”

“Are you saying you want to help me?” 

“Why wouldn’t I want to help you?” Comte closed the space between you two. “I’m at your command. Direct me in any way you need me and I’ll do my best to follow your instructions.” 

“Well, how about pinning me against the wall?” you asked him. 

Without question or a second thought, he pushed you up against the nearest wall. “Like this?” He was gentle and graceful with his movements and with the way he held you.

While it was enjoyable, it didn’t really capture the emotion of the scene. “It was good, but shouldn’t it be more… rough?”

He took a few steps back and you took a few steps forward. This time, he was a bit more rough and assertive. You were sandwiched in between the wall and his body while his hand hit the wall with a dull thud. An unexpected kabedon was a pleasant surprise, but it just didn’t feel right? “ I’ll just take this scene out because I’m not good enough to write that kind of scene,” another sigh escaped your lips. “Thanks for trying to help.”

You walked away from Comte feeling defeated. But he wasn’t about to let you go just yet. He grasped your wrist and pulled you back toward him and suddenly you were back against the wall. His frame eclipsed your own as his forearm leaned against the wall and his leg blocked your path. “You shouldn’t say that about yourself,” he whispered in your ear, “you’re an excellent writer. Don’t limit yourself, believe in yourself. You are enough and your skills are enough.” 

His smile is encouraging and his golden irises are burning with love and passion. “Thank you.” You smile back at him. 

“Now say it. Say you’re good enough to write this scene.”

“I’m good enough to write this scene,” you repeat. 

“Good, because when I’m done with you, you’ll have no problem writing the scene, ma chérie.”

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[writingwhimsey]

Hiya dear!

I saw your Smut is In the Air! event and I physically could not restrain myself for this.

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.” with Theo and a moderate spice level! Like, a 3/5 on the spice?

I might actually (not) die on the spot from happiness from this so.

🥰

Thank you so much for the request! I am happy to hear you were excited by this event and I do hope you enjoy it. Turned out a bit fluffy as well as spicy.

Smut Is In The Air Event

Suitor: ikevamp Theodorus

Prompt: "I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips."

NSFW 18+ content below (not super explicit but very spicy)

Work of Art

I sat at the vanity in my room, getting ready for the art exhibition I would be attending with Theo. I sighed as I picked up the various makeup items Comte had purchased for me. I had asked him if he could find me something that was guaranteed to cover up anything. Of course, when I had asked him this I had had a giant hickey on the side of my neck, courtesy of my lover, Theo.

Naturally, Comte assumed that the hickey was why I wanted some kind of concealer..which with how frequently he gave them to me, it wasn’t a bad assumption really. But that wasn’t the only thing. There was the occasional pimple that popped up, but what I really wanted to hide were my freckles.

I had a small smattering of them on my face from being in the sun. Many more along my shoulders and others scattered various other places of my body. Though I knew it was somewhat silly…I couldn’t help but to be a bit self conscious about them. Depending on the beauty trends of the time and region…well they could actually be considered fashionable… or other places and times they were considered a blemish, an imperfection.

I sighed as I slathered on the makeup, careful not to get any on my dress. Thankfully I wasn’t going to be exposing my shoulders so there was no need to worry about those freckles. Just the ones on my face and the few that dotted my chest.

Once I had finished, I inspected my reflection, making sure that I had them all covered. I wanted to look my best at the exhibition tonight. I was going to be by Theo’s side after all and I wanted everyone that supported him to see he had a good partner. That meant presenting myself in the best possible way.

Once I had finished getting ready, I headed down the stairs to meet Theo. “You took a long time, Hondje.” Theo said as I descended the stairs.

I smiled at him. “It just took me a second longer to figure out my new makeup.” I answered.

Theo took my hand. “We better not be late. This is a big night for Broer and the other artists.”

“I know.” I replied.

We exited the mansion and headed out to the carriage. Once we were sitting down inside, Theo looked over at me, his blue eyes taking in my appearance. “Something seems different…” He said.

I shrugged. Though I knew. “Just a higher quality makeup…”

Theo moved in closer, his expert artistic gaze appraising me up close. “Your makeup is too thick, Hondje.”

“It’s not that much.” I replied.

Theo was then reaching into his pocket and pulling out a handkerchief. “I can’t see your cute little freckles.” He said, lifting the handkerchief to my face.

I grabbed his hand to stop him. “That’s the point…and they’re not cute…”

Theo’s eyes went wide. “Hondje…why would you…why do you think that?”

I shrugged. “I just…I’ve never thought…and well, growing up the other kids made fun of me…”

Theo for all his teasing nature, listened to me with the utmost sincerity. “Hondje… not everyone has the artistic eye to appreciate true art.”

I blinked at him, surprised by his words. He could be a terrible tease…but when he was kind he was unbearably so. “Art?”

“Yes.” Theodorus replied. “Now, I need to wipe off this makeup off.”

“Why though?” I asked.

“I want to count every one of your freckles with my lips.” Theo answered. “I can’t do that if they are hidden beneath all of this makeup.”

I didn’t stop Theo’s hand as he brought the handkerchief to wipe the makeup from my face. His movements were so gentle as he did so. As soon as he cleaned off a section, he was leaning in to place kisses on the freckles he exposed. Starting with my cheeks and my nose…the ones across my forehead.

“Better already.” Theo murmured as he continued to pepper kisses over my face. His lis were soon trailing down to the side of my neck. “Can’t forget this one.”

I felt my heart pick up its pace as his breath tickled my skin.

I felt Theo’s fingertip trail to the neckline of my dress, sliding my sleeve wider and began to kiss along my shoulder. “Mustn’t forget these either. They are some of my favorites.”

I let out a gasp at the touch of his lips to my tender flesh. “Hmm….Theo…” I half moaned, half whined.

“Mmm…and I must get these too.” He said, kissing along my collarbone and moving to the other side to kiss the freckles on my other shoulder.

“Mmm…Theo…you’re not playing fair…”

“I never claimed to.” Theo replied. He was then taking my hand and lifting my arm, removing my gloves before kissing the freckles that dotted my arms in places. “I love every single one of these freckles.”

“I just…don’t understand why…” I found myself saying.

“Because they are part of you.” Theo answered. “And I love every part of you.”

I melted right on the spot, completely becoming putty in his capable hands as he held me close, his lips still touching my my freckles. “Theo…”

“I plan to make you love them as much as I do.” Theo said, moving so that he was kneeling down on the floor of the carriage in front of me. He reached for my leg, lifting my skirts and then pulling down my thigh high stockings, revealing my leg to him. “I can’t miss these either.” He leaned in, kissing a freckle that was on my ankle, finding another on my calf, two more on my knee, another on my thigh.

My legs began to tremble as electric thrills of pleasure began to flow through my body from every point Theo’s lips touched.

Theo was then going to my other leg, starting with a freckle that was on the top of my foot, another at my ankle, three on my calf, and four on my thigh. “Hmm, you’re starting to think naughty thoughts, Hondje.”

“H-how can I not?” I asked, looking down to where his head was currently between my thighs, kissing the freckles along the inner thigh. “I mean…look at where you are…” My face was beginning to flush.

Theo grinned at me. “I know that there is another freckle between your breasts that I adore.” He said. “And a few on your tummy.”

“Th-Theo…w-we will…be there soon.” I said.

Theo grinned. “There’s enough time to enjoy some things.” He said, before bringing his lips to my inner thigh once again and a moment later I felt him moving removing my panties before I felt his lips and tongue where I wanted them most.

I brought my hand to my mouth, biting my knuckles to keep my moans from getting too loud and alerting the carriage driver as to what we were doing. I just hoped I could be composed and put back together by the time we reached the exhibition.

Taglist (I remembered on the initial post this time!)

@zulablaise @kisara-16 @otomewonderland5 @tele86

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[yanderepuck]

We're actually going to bully everyone.

Today's list is: something I hate about every guy bc some of you tend to think I only hate on Arthur.

Aka mainly just saying what I don't like about each guys route and why I wouldn't date them

Napoleon

He gets assigned as your bodyguard and he says that you're a waste of his time. FINE BY ME. BYE. DON'T TALK TO ME.

Mozart

Basically the same thing. "I don't like you. No one wants you here. And you're too loud" well damn bitch do you think anyone wants you here either?

Leonardo

WILL YOU STOP CARRYING ME EVERYWHERE LIKE A FUCKING CHILD. IM GOING TO MAKE THIS EXPERIENCE HORRIBLE FOR THE BOTH OF US. I DO HOLD A GRUDGE. Also....BITE MEEEE

Vincent

What could you hate about him? Honestly he's so positive it's toxic. It's not good to see the bright side of EVERYTHING. He'd sorta invalid negative emotions and be like "well just be happy!"

Theo

There's more than you think. I see you shirtless, and you don't want me to tell anyone about the scar so you make me work with you?? No no no. I'm going to use it as blackmail and you're going to do what I want. It makes no sense having him blackmail you. MEANWHILE YOU BARELY EVEN NOTICE THE SCAR. WTF ARE YOU GOING TO SAY?

Arthur

Do I even need to say. First off, he won't take no for an answer. You sleep around with different women like 3 times a week so I'm assuming you have commitment issues bc it's almost never the same woman. What kind of STDs are in you

Isaac

Please don't treat me like I'm a dumbass when I don't understand you spitting out chemistry formulas. You obviously want to be noticed as the smartest one around

Dazai

There's a lot more wrong than you'd think. Stop talking in fucking riddles. You're depressed? IM DEPRESSED BRO YOU CHOSE TO COME BACK AND LIVE A SECOND TIME SO DO SOMETHING WITH IT.

Jean

Why the FUCK DID YOU BITE ME. And how the FUCK DID YOU NOT GET IN TROUBLE. I WILL BEST YOU WITH YOUR OWN SWORD

Will

You're literally ratting out your 'family' for what??? An idea for a play??? Wtf is it going to be about?? Just move back into the mansion and you'll get plenty of writing content just from what you overhear. Also that notebook??? Now that I'm living here I'm reading the whole thing as if it's a novel

Comte

You're way too much of a dad figure for me to ever fall for you. Stop trying to be mysterious and trying to make a little plan on your head and then never talk about your feelings.

Sebastian

Flick me one more time and I'm going to deck you, you twink. Also reading your notebook like it's a New York Times bestseller. He needs a different hobby other than being a stalker. He's honestly boring. You're from modern times but you never talk about your actual interests

Vlad

First off, you're literally killing your kids. Second, how could you not tell that I'm the one in the painting. It's nearly identical. Also I don't understand your plan at all. Makes almost no sense to me. Go big and kill the humans or go home bud.

Faust

YOU KIDNAPPED ME. DRANK MY BLOOD. THREATENED EVERYONE I LIVED WITH. AND YOURE TRYING TO TELL ME YOU AREN'T A BAD GUY?????

Charles

Babies route isn't out yet therefore he's perfect.

Actually tho: can't say anything about his route but he's giving yandere vibes to the point where he'd probably hurt himself if you told him to bc he loves you so much.

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[scummy-writes]

╰❧ About

Hello, please call me Scum! If that is too direct for you, you can call me Scummy as an alternative.

I am 28, I go by she/her pronouns, and I use this blog to post my fanfiction as well as my general fandom ramblings and such. I am primarily interested in Ikevamp and Ikepri, though I generally like other eng cybird games as well.

I am pretty explicit at times, and primarily write smut, so I do not want minors following me.

My main account is @strawberry-scum. I do not recommend following it, however if you want to properly block me, you need to block that account as well as this one.

─── •✧ Favorites

Isaac, Arthur, Theo, Comte, Gilbert, Clavis, Keith, Shingen, Mitsuhide, Kenshin, etc

─── •✧ Writing Info

✧ I am not a stickler for IC / OOC. I believe that since we're not official writers for these games, everything we write is OOC. I personally will try to stick to my belief of what I think IC for the character based on what I interpret from the game, but otherwise I just scroll by if I don't like how something is written.

✧ I enjoy gentle femdom, and so loose aspects of that (if the fanfic is not centered on that) will sometimes pop up

✧ I usually don't see any of the characters as strictly straight and so will ship suitors together at times, or have the suitors romantically interested in each other when writing polyships. I will also reblog trans hcs and such too if I enjoy them. If that bothers you please just leave me be.

✧ Due to liking Gilbert, I'm now able to have a character I feel like I can explore kinks and themes that I felt like I couldn't with Isaac. Unfortunately, Isaac is the outlier in my normal flavor of faves from before the cybirdie games.

(I will not write noncon)

✧ Always happy to answer qs about my fics or blog

✧ I have a lot of issues IRL and so it's hard for me to write often, and guilt associated with this is why I do not do requests often.

✧ I don't fuck with people who turn writing into a weird fight for popularity with each other, or who just write for notes/attention rather than the joys of creating. I prefer having healthier views on writing and fandom content as a whole!!!

─── •✧ Misc Info

✧ I am unsure of how others view me, but I am rather anxious and shy, so I often do not talk to people. Love to talk to others!! I do not mind (polite) asks and such.

✧ I can't figure out tone often with the use of anon, and in general I don't do well with 'overfamiliar rudeness' with people I do not know. So please no playfully rude messages on anon...

✧ I treat everyone as equally as possible. More specifically I do not believe there are '#1 fans' of charas, I don't think a follower count = fandom respect levels, etc etc.

✧ I've had this blog since 2017, and I've been writing for longer than that. I like being creative, even if I struggle a lot. I am lucky enough to have my writing in a physical zine, and that is gouda enough for me.

✧ I consider this a writing AND fandom blog, and that is why I will make posts about fandom, as well as the games I enjoy, beside my writing. Unfortunately I am more than just my writing, so my blog will reflect that!

✧ A lot of my interests outside of these games deal with horror and heavier themes, so this is primarily why I don't recommend following my main!! I rb horror fanart sometimes and have more personal posts on there.

✧ I used to create for My*me, but I no longer wish to participate with that fandom. If you ever have specific questions regarding my fanfics from that time, feel free to ask, but keep in mind I may not always want to answer.

─── •✧ Last Updated 02202023

#may be updated in future #about