#Ikevamp Vincent van gogh

[namine-somebodies-nobody]

MC: The floor is lava!

Vincent: *helps MC onto the counter*

Theo: *kicks Arthur off the sofa*

Arthur: *lays on the floor*

MC: ...Are you okay?

Arthur: No.

[hhoneypop]

@hhoneypop. — “ i know intense love always leads to mourning. . .” (louise glück.)

[candied-boys]

Awww I got some 5 ⭐ cards for ranking in the silly, not worth it xmas event 🥹

Look at those twigs for legs 💖 isn't he precious 💞

[lichtluv]

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝑖 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡,

𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑖 𝑑𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟...

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒'𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

↳ 𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙫𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙜𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙.

[cloudcountry]

Never really played ikemen but vincent seems cute! so may I request painting with him? C:

SUMMARY: after a long day, you find solace in vincent.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: vincent has been my secret little brainrot for a minute so like THANK YOU

“Please rest today, my hard worker. You’ve done beautifully today.”

The words he whispers into your ear in the quiet of the hallway could not have sounded sweeter. Vincent leads you to his room with a gentle hand, and even though the touch is minimal you can still feel his warmth. He is safe and calming and loving, and as you reach his door and his lips brush against your temple in a tender kiss you find yourself thinking he’s quite sweet as well.

He is just as sweet as he is yours.

He opens the door for you and you step inside, grateful when the tell tale click of it shutting reaches your ears.

“Would you like to paint?” he asks, voice soft as he brushes his fingers along your cheek.

“Of course I do.” you sigh, leaning into his touch.

He doesn’t dare pull away.

His fingers stay against your skin, your bodies stay pressed against each other, and you breathe him in. The day’s labor is already melting away from your bones with each passing second, and you know there is no better use of your time than giving it to him.

“What colors would you like?” he hums, trailing his hand down your body before grabbing your hand, “The usual?”

“Mhm.”

It’s a thoughtless response, one brought about by routine and expectation, but it’s a response he accepts for the same reasons. He knows you. And he knows you prefer your favorite colors and their complementary ones, with a few oddballs that make everything you paint so you.

Vincent takes great comfort in having those two easels propped up in the middle of his room, a constant reminder that he has you and he loves you and most importantly, you love him too.

You give him a kiss when he delivers your paints to you, and Vincent leans into it like it's the last bit of affection he will ever receive. Except it's you, and even though he's a desperate man, he knows you will never leave him wanting.

[theundertakerswife]

Mitsuki: I like your new pants!

Vincent: Thanks, they were 50 off!

Mitsuki: I’d like them better if they were 100 off. *winks*

Vincent: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Mitsuki: Thats’s… not what I meant.

Vincent: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Mitsuki.

[ask-ikevamvincent]

Hey Vincent, have you ever tried digital art?

I haven’t but it’s been recommended to me before! Should I?

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

@scorchieart and I had an interesting conversation today....

Scorchie wanted to see the album cover, and I love making crappy art on MS paint.... It's a match!

[candied-boys]

this is just so so so so incredible I'm speechless

star light star bright let me make a wish tonight

[namine-somebodies-nobody]

Together as one epilogue photos

[hhoneypop]

@hhoneypop. — “ no human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand. . .” (james joyce.)

[candied-boys]

Just watched the film "Loving Vincent" and omg I am not okay. It's so beautiful and tragic and haunting... Everyone is left feeling guilty but there is no one to blame...

Makes me want to replace reality with my little 2D angel who gets a second chance 😭😭😭

If you have a library card, you can probably watch the documentary on Kanopy too. Bring tissues though. It's beautifully done and will tear your heart into pieces unapologetically💔

@azulashengrottospiano @vivislosingitagain i blame you two for this. He's so precious and I'm so sad. So so so distraught rn.

[namine-somebodies-nobody]

The way I gasped at Theo and Vincent 😂 I was totally not prepared for Comte's entrance either. This was hilarious. Poor Sebas... hope he gives 'em all a good flick. 🤣🤣

Love this! ❤️

❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬? ❞

╰┈➤ ⁉️ Everyone is acting so strange today, and Sebastian seems to be the only one noticing it.

Sebastian, Comte, Napoleon, Theodorus, Vincent, Mozart, Jean, Arthur, Isaac, Leonardo, Dazai • rating: G • tags: April Fools' Day; Pranks and Practical Jokes; poor sebas; Humor; Crack • wordcount: 1,682 • masterlist

a/n: HAPPY APRIL FOOLS! After Dazai pranking everyone and then everyone pranking Dazai, it seems like this year's target is Sebas…

It's not every day that Sebastian allows himself the indulgence of enjoying a drink with his masters, even when they so generously invite him to the table in the game room. The events of last night are but a blur in his memory now, as he's not the best at holding his liquor and neither has their immunity to hangovers. But a butler must be prim and proper at all times! While he's on duty, that's it. So that's why he allowed himself the fun of last night, but is readily up and out of his bed early in the morning today.

He enters the kitchen, humming the tune to Mozart's Turkish March in this tranquil moment of being the only soul awake in the whole mansion, on his way to begin preparing breakfast-

"Oh, good morning Sebas. I'm already done with some things here, figured I might help you."

"My! What a nice surprise Monsieur Napoleon, thank you."

Huh.

"M-M-M-Monsieur Napoleon what are you doing here????"

"Helping you with breakfast."

"No, gods, I was wondering why are you awake at such an early hour-"

Napoleon looks at him dumbfounded. And so does Sebas, mirroring him. Granted, there are dark circles under his eyes but that hardly does anything about the vigor with which he moves the frying pan and multitasks with the preparation of another ingredient at the same time.

"Is it that strange that I felt like waking up earlier today?"

Well, yes it is! That's what Sebastian wants to shout at the top of his lungs, but he can only blink mesmerized instead. Fearing that he might offend him in some way if he keeps this up, he saves his confusion to himself and gets back on track with his task.

The breakfast preparation goes on swimmingly with Napoleon's help, even if he strangely seems to have forgotten how to cook all of a sudden so he needs some serious memory refreshment... Sebastian blames it on his lack of sleep, of course that would be the reason.

Soon the dining room begins filling with the real early-bird residents that pose no surprises for Sebastian, and the plates are already waiting in front of them like clockwork.

"Pancakes again? I'm starting to get tired of this. You got something else for me, Sebastian?"

The sound of pots and pans falling to the floor greatly concerns the van Gogh brothers at the table after the younger one's question, but soon after the butler emerges from the kitchen with a haphazardly pieced-together English breakfast. He places it in front of Theodorus who asked for the change, waiting. Waiting to see if he's going to eat it at all.

"Here you go, master Theodorus. Do you need extra jam, or-"

"No need, looks more than enough to me. Why are you staring at me like that? Is it poisonous?"

"Gods, no, how could it be! I'm merely...surprised is all."

Vincent chuckles a little at the exchange, preparing to dig in on his portion of...pancakes, fortunately. But he pauses.

"Theo, would you hand me the syrup? I feel like eating something sweeter today!"

"Stand up and take it yourself."

Sebastian's eyes are about to pop out of his eye sockets.

"Messieurs, is everything alright with-"

The door opens with a bang that belongs to no gentlemen living in this household.

And certainly not to Le Comte de Saint-Germain.

"'morning."

"M-monsieur le Comte, what are you wearing?"

Comte's casual walk to his place at the head of the table with hands in his pockets is rivaled only by the even more casual look he sports today, with a halfway-open shirt and a pair of checkered trousers that don't really match. To finish off the look, his hair is a mess. He lands with a thud on his chair, raising his feet to rest crossed on the table.

"What am I wearing? Since when did you start asking so many questions?"

"I'm terribly sorry."

Comte sighs and snaps his fingers repeatedly in the air. "Coffee. Now."

"I already brew a pot of your preferred morning tea-"

"Don't make me repeat myself, butler."

"I got it."

On his way to the kitchen, Sebastian overhears Comte slamming his fist on the table telling everyone that from now on, they'll be paying rent.

Sebastian must be sleeping. This has to be some kind of nightmare. There's no other logical explanation.

When he returns to the dining room the door opens to welcome another couple of residents - Jean and Mozart.

"Good morning Herr Mozart. Good morning to you too, Monsieur Jean, what a surprise!"

Mozart and Jean both turn to Sebastian...and they give him their brightest smiles. Imaginary flowers bloom in the air around them. They greet in a cheerful voice together as one, and it's the most beautiful melody. "Good morning, Sebastian!"

"We decided to grab a bite before our trip to town today."

"Your... your what?"

"That's right, I'll be taking Jean in town with me. The carriage is already waiting at the gate."

Mozart going to...town?? With a carriage?? With Jean??

"Aha! The trace of this bloody delicious smell seems to have led me to this dining room!"

Now what? Sebastian turns in the direction of Arthur's voice albeit it sounds a little different than usual, as if he's playing a role... and there he is, having just entered the dining room... with a looking glass in his hand and a pipe in his mouth.

"Good morning, Master Arthur. Your observation skills are on point as always. What's with the curious accessories?"

Sebastian doesn't know why he asks anymore.

"Why, I'll be going on a Sherlock Homles book fair later today! You know it's all the hype these days, I figured it's the best place to learn something about my beloved character that I don't know. You know my methods, Watson. Haha!"

Thank god, Sebastian is not the only one about to faint right now. Given how normal everything else was taken by his housemates. Theo says the one thing Sebastian couldn't bring himself to say.

"This idiot has reached rock bottom in his search for skirts he hasn't yet fooled around with."

Arthur looks...grossed out. As if he's been made fun of by Dazai, or something similar. Actually, there haven't been a great deal of chances to see Arthur sporting this expression. It's definitely strange.

"Theo, could you not be so foul-mounted, please? You know I hold no interest in the fair sex."

"A-Are you feeling well, Master Arthur? Maybe when you drink your coffee-"

"Ah no please, tea it is for me!"

"Are you feeling well, Master Arthur?????"

"Sebastian seems really uptight today. Are YOU feeling well, Sebastian? Why don't you sit with us for a while?" Jean smiles at him again. It's a smile Sebastian wants to protect. It should be automatically making him feel better but it only serves to increase his confusion. He even sat next to Comte. Comte doesn't deserve this! At least not with his current behavior. Oh how strange of a thought that is.

"I appreciate your concern, but, I just need to know what is happening with all of you today. I can't be calm until I ensure that you, my masters, are alright, and I demand you tell me what is happening this instant!"

A near dozen pairs of eyes blink at Sebastian as if he's indeed the crazy one. He sits down on the offered chair, then quickly stands up again. "No, please tell me what is-"

The door opens yet again and this time it's Leonardo and Isaac who enter. Sebastian paces left and right, trying to spot empty plates to take to the kitchen before he can witness anything weird again-

"Isaac, mio amico, can you please not smoke in here? You know I can't stand the smell..."

"AAAAAAAGH!" Sebastian yells, breaking his professional image and running straight towards the door. He can't do this. It doesn't matter if he escapes now. It's just a nightmare. Just a nightmare-

He nearly crashes into the person entering at the same time.

"Hello Sebas-kun~"

Through the DOOR?

Sebastian breaks. Like a stone statue slammed by the pressure of a cataclysm despite the decades of stoicism, even if he thought he'd seen everything...

He falls to his knees in defeat.

...

...

"APRIL FOOLS'!"

Before he has a chance to remove his hands from his eyes where he tried to block the world, a wave of residents quite literally falls over him, each embracing him and laughing.

Okay, NOW he's confused.

"April fools? But- But my calendar said it's-"

"Someone had a little too much to drink last night and had to be carried to his room... let's say we meddled a little with it. Sorry, Sebas." Napoleon pats his shoulder. "Okay, can I go to sleep now?"

Sebastian laughs, and despite what he predicted for himself just a minute ago, it's not out of descending to madness. It's a genuine laughter, one he hasn't had in a while.

"I would never guess you could be capable of doing such a thing! Every one of you! My god, you got me quite well."

"Heh, guess you don't know us well enough then, eh? Remember this well, some of those guys are going to remember it for the rest of their second lives." Leonardo says, finally lighting that cigarillo. Good thing they didn't have to put on the act for longer than that.

"Indeed. I hope we weren't too harsh on you, Sebastian. My residents are always such naughty boys." Comte consoles, suspiciously looking as if it was his idea all along.

Sebastian chuckles some more, then he stands to his feet, dusting off his uniform and letting out a small cough behind his fist.

"My masters, that was indeed too naughty of you! I appreciate seeing you have fun, and I have to admit, you got me well. But that doesn't mean I won't find it fitting to flick some foreheads."

"Sebaaas, can we please have our usual breakfast now?"

"Why yes, coming right away!"

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[ask-ikevamvincent]

Sorry to go here but what do you think about ai art?

I— well, it makes me sad, if I’m honest… I don’t like it when people get their hard work and expressions stolen… I just… hmm…

[lovecraftiancicada]

Living for Vincent's reactions to modern technology

[namine-somebodies-nobody]

So freaking cute! ❤️❤️ Love this! I've often wondered how the suitors would react to my tattoos. This is too precious!

Just a small little drabble~

I torture this boy enough so here's some fluff

You have been wearing long sleeves and long pants for the majority of your time at the mansion. But summer is coming and there is no way you're going to survive doing chores around the mansion that way. There's no ac!

So as it gets warmer your sleeves and pant legs go up. You know you can't dress like this when you go into town, but you might as well be comfortable at home.

But this made you realize that none of the residents have seen your tattoos. You really only have black line art of some small things. You have them on your arms, shoulders, a few on your legs. You thought nothing of it until one of the guys said something.

Some of them were confused as to what they were, others only knew of people in prisons getting tattoos. There were a lot of questions you had to answer. But once you explained none of them seemed to have an issue with them.

Vincent was very intrigued by them and kept asking to look at them. He would ask why you got each one and if it had meaning. Half the time it was just because a tattoo shop was doing a flash event and you went in and got something.

One day you fell asleep in the parlor after working and when you woke up one of your tattoos was colored in. You stared at it for a good while. Very confused. But the color washed off almost immediately when you bathed that night. And decided not to think more of it.

This happens a few more times when you fall asleep in random places. No one has said anything about doing it though. And it's a different one each time.

A few days later you are in the library reading a book fairly late. You feel yourself dozing off but you force your eyes open wanting to finish that chapter. No luck. You fall asleep. Only to wake up a few minutes later to a tickling feeling.

You groan softly and force your eyes open to see what is tickling you. It better not be King licking your finger again.

You look to your right and see Vincent kneeling next to your chair coloring in one of your tattoos.

You get a burst of life suddenly. "So it's you!"

Vincent jumps, thinking you were still asleep and then laughs softly. "You caught me."

You're guessing this is his version of a prank. It's so pure.

You let him finish coloring it in. "There! All done," he smiles and lets you look at it.

Holding up your arm, you smile to see your little line art colored in.

"You could have just asked me, you know," you chuckle and sit up.

"Yeah... But you always make a cute face when you first see it."

You hold your arm back out "You can color the rest if you want."

"Really?" He gets excited and starts to color in the others.

He reminds you of a little kid using a coloring book.

"When I first saw them I thought about how they would look colored in," he switches between colors to add details "It's like a fresh canvas everyday."

"I never thought of getting them filled in. But now you're making me consider it."

He finishes coloring all the ones on your arm. "Perfect," he smiles as he looks at his handiwork.

You move your arm around to be able to see it all "I love it," you rest your arm down carefully so you don't mess any of it up. "Now I know who to go to if I want some color."

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