#ask-napoleon-kun

[ask-jean-darc]

Bonjour.

Napoleon: "Mozart! You are a terrible teacher! You have to be encouraging. I teach the children in town—let me help him."

Arthur: "Now hold on, mate. If we’re talking about who’s most qualified, it’s clearly me. Who better than a proper British author to teach him how to write?"

Dazai: "Oh? And what of me, Arthur-kun? I’m a writer too, you know. My works are considered masterpieces."

Arthur: "Masterpieces? That’s generous. Your writing’s all over the place, mate. Admit it."

Dazai: (gasps dramatically, clutching his chest) "Oh, Arthur-kun, how cruel! Do you not see the layers of my genius?!"

Arthur: "Layers? You’re like an onion—makes everyone cry and smells funny."

(The arguing grows louder.)

Leonardo: "Relax, everyone. Let’s not overwhelm him. Jean, just write whatever comes to mind. No pressure, alright?"

Dazai: "Jean, you should make it poetic! Add a touch of tragedy."

Mozart: (sighs loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose) "The real tragedy is that I have to listen to this."

Napoleon: "Poetry? He should learn to write properly first. Start with full sentences."

Arthur: "Jean, throw in a bit of wit, mate. Nothing like a good joke to liven things up. Don’t you agree, Theo?"

Theo: (shrugging) "Don’t involve me in this. It doesn’t matter to me. Let him write however he wants."

Vincent: (encouragingly) "Jean, write what feels natural to you. Express your heart—it’s the most important thing."

Theo: "Of course! That’s brilliant advice, Vincent. Only you could suggest something so meaningful. Everyone else, stop distracting him!"

Dazai: (leans toward Theo with a sly grin) "Are you tearing up? Truly, Vincent has moved you."

Theo: "Shut it, or I’ll move you—right out the window.

Arthur: "Give it a tick, and he’ll show himself out the window, no need to help."

Comte: "Gentlemen, please. Let Jean decide how he wishes to write. This is his practice, not a circus. Perhaps you should all leave, and I will help him."

Isaac: "Actually, Jean...you should consider keeping it simple. Structure is important—Napoleon might have a point."

(Sebastian walks in with a tea tray, calmly setting it down.)

Sebastian: "Or we could just let Jean practice without turning it into a philosophy debate."

Shakespeare (dramatic as ever): "Ah, the grievous toil of the quill! Let thy hand pour forth the tempest of thy soul, and may thy words strike like thunder upon the page!"

Theo: “You realize no one understands a word you say, don’t you?”

Shakespeare: "Ah, but tis not my tongue that fails thee, good sir; 'tis thine own wit that falters in its grasp!"

Theo: "Right. And yet somehow, I’m the one still making sense. Fancy that."

Vincent: “Such good emotional expression, Jean!” 

Arthur: "Well said, mate. There’s your first proper sentence spoken with some fire!"

Dazai: "Truly, a masterpiece of brevity!" 

Vincent: "See? You’re already improving." 

Mozart: (mutters under his breath) "The bar is on the floor."

Arthur: "Right, this calls for a toast! I’ll fetch the good stuff. Well, the decent stuff—I wouldn’t waste the really good stuff on Mozzie."

Comte: “Yes, a toast to new beginnings.”

Jean: (visibly exhausted) “Can you perhaps do that...somewhere besides my bedroom?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[lecomtesmansion]

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{Question for everyone}Hello, gentlemen. I hope you are doing well.^^

I'd like to ask you some rather boring questions:

1. What type of women do you like best?

2. What attracts you first in women?

3. Have you ever been denied se*...ahem-ahem...by women?*trying her best to keep a calm face, but a smile involuntarily spreads across her red  face .* (/ / / /)

Le Comte: *chuckles* Let's see if a few of the residents are willing to answer these. Let's combine number one and two together, shall we? What type of women do you like? And what attracts you first in a woman? Sorry Theo and Arthur are out right now but I think Vincent wouldn't mind answering? Vincent: Oh sure! Let's see the type of women I like? I think women with an inner beauty that just really draws you to them. I find that so attractive. Their heart is just so good you can't seem to look away. Dazai: *smirking* I think I need a woman who can cook lots of tofu for me and maybe some apple pie for Isaac-kun. Isaac: I said nothing about apple pie! Or anything to do with apples! Napoleon: So what kind of woman would you like then, Isaac? Isaac: I g-guess.... someone intelligent that I can talk to. Hopefully she is nice. Napoleon: I think that's a great answer. I'd have to say someone adventurous whom I can laugh with. Jean? What about you? Jean: I prefer that a woman stay as far away from me as possible for the sake of her own happiness. Napoleon: Come on Jean. It's not a commitment. I'm sure there are women out there that you find attractive? Jean: Well, yes but... Napoleon: So what are they like? Jean: Kind and thoughtful. I also like when they wear their hair down. *blushes* Leonardo: Well since Jean gave an answer you can't get out of giving one Mozart. What do you think about the question. Mozart: I can too get out of it by refusing to participate. Leonardo: If you refuse I'll go rearrange your room for you. Mozart: *glares* Mozart: Fine, I like women with great taste in music but they aren't too chatty. Leanardo: And I like women who are curious and spontaneous. Le Comte: Is that everyone? Leonardo: Except for you? Le Comte: Good, so on to question three- *mike drops and there is some shuffling* Le Comte: *clears his throat* We needed to have a few residents leave the room for this one. The question is 'have you ever been denied se* by a woman?' Mozart: Now why exactly did I need to stay in the room for this one? Dazai: *giggles* Mozart: Fine. No. Leonardo: Yes. Napoleon: Yes. Le Comte: And Isaac, Jean, and Vincent have been excused from this discussion. The end. Leonardo: You're sneaking out of this one too? Le Comte: I'm not sneaking out. Leonardo: Then answer the question. Mozart: Technically Dazai didn't answer either. Leonardo: We know the answer is yes. Dazai: Hey... How did you know? Le Comte: The answer will just make you jealous. Leonardo: And? Le Comte: Fine, no. *awkward silence* (mod: you are welcome to ask Theo and Arthur these questions as well. Thank you for the entertaining ask. It was hardly boring)

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Decorating with Love

Decorating with Love

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing:   Jean x Julia (Half-Pureblood vampire)

Part of : Ikemen advent calendar hosted by me and @candied-boys

Prompt : December 4 -Tinsel 

Tag:   Established relationship Fluff

Word Count : 450

Author’s Note: A normal day turn into so much more as Julia made Jean a request he can't refuse, finding fun even in the mundane task of adjusting le Comte drawing room. 😉

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

The day started so quietly, so much Jean almost expected her to ask him to sleep in or bake something together and yet he should have expected that as much as unpredictable Julia was, she would have asked this of him sooner or later.

In all honesty even if they were at work since pretty early in  the morning just seeing her smile was enough to make all the tiredness melt under the brightness of her eyes as she looked around the drawing room of her uncle's house decorated to the point it could have easily won over any royal mansion.

“Are you happy, Julia ?”

As soon as they finished adjusting the ornaments on the tables and shelves he noticed a light frown curl her lips as she gazed at the fireplace.

“Yes.”

“But …” 

Jean picked up on her doubts by the way she gnawed her bottom lip, staring at the wall with so much displeasure it could have walked away if only it wasn’t fixed on the floor.

“But please can you adjust the tinsel ? They are too messy this way.” 

“As you wish.” Ever the gentleman he followed her instructions turning around to look at her from time to time to see what she thought of his endeavour.

“If you can, please hang the red one a bit higher.”

“Like this ?”

“Yes, now do that to the green one too.”

“Jean.” 

“Yes.” 

He slumped on the sofa panting heavily, a smile curling his lips at the sight of her taking place next to him trying to ignore but to no avail the way her velvet red dress hugged her curves to perfection making her look like a gift of its own, one he couldn't wait to unwrap.

At that though he felt his cheeks flush with such a fierce blush he tried to conceal propping his face on his hand resting his elbow on the sofa's soft backrest while gazing at her.

“I really like how this came out, thank you.” 

Jean was to brush it off as ever but one second later Julia’s soft lips landed on his cheek, erasing all the coherent thoughts from his mind making his heart run a race of its own in his chest.

“I am happy you like it Julia.”

“I do, only thanks to you. I swear Napoleone really should listen to me more.”

“I think he is a bit of a rebel deep down.”

“I guess he is.”

They both burst out laughing, a sound Jean would have never gotten tired of listening to, a realization that took over his mind as he caressed Julie’s raven locks while she nuzzled in his muscular chest, basking in the moment as they looked at one another with fond smiles.

[midwinterrmemento]

How the Ikemen Vampire Cast Responds to “Would You Still Love Me if I was a Worm?”

Jean absolutely takes you seriously, even though he’s visibly confused. Because of the serious look on your face, he might think for a moment that this is actually a possibility he needs to be worried about. You watch as a familiar dark veil falls over his eyes—the look of a man prepared for battle. His most immediate concern is how defenseless you would be, and you better believe he’s willing to fight and die by the sword to protect that worm. If it’s for you, all bets are off. When you remind him that it’s just a question, that you’re just curious, he blinks and snaps out of it. Then, once his distress clears, you might catch a flicker of an amused smile on his face, which disappears as soon as it arrives. “I see. That’s… an odd thing to ask.” He doesn’t feel the need to answer any further than that, but his instinctual reaction speaks for itself; he would watch out for you no matter what form you take.

Isaac is also confused. “Gods, what kind of question is that?” When you don’t answer, staring at him with a completely serious look on your face, it doesn’t take long for his confusion to morph into anxiety. He wants to give you the right answer, but he can’t tell if this is actually important to you or if Arthur and Dazai put you up to it. His brows furrow as he runs through the possibilities in his brain. “Erm… that is…” What if you really are testing him, though? Is he already failing by stammering like this? He wouldn’t want you to think that he could ever stop loving you, even in such a ridiculous scenario. “I-I mean to say… Biologically, that would be… implausible, so not to worry, but…” His face is burning before he even finishes the thought, as he realizes he’s about to say something vulnerable and also totally nonsensical, but he pushes through, for your sake. “I-I would just be glad you’re still with me, that’s all…”

Dazai is not fazed at all, and he plays along without questioning what you’re getting at. “Oh, isn’t that a coincidence? I was just thinking of a story like that. A foolish prince neglects to tell his beloved how much he cares about her, so fate punishes him by taking her away and returning her to him as a worm—hm, why are you looking at me like that, Toshiko-san?” He avoids giving you a direct answer, but he humors you with his dramatics. Deep down, he feels that he wouldn’t be deserving of you even in worm form, since he certainly doesn’t deserve you as a human. But because you’ve chosen to stay with him for whatever reason, he’ll treasure you forever; he won’t let himself become anything like the prince in the story. If you can read between the lines of his bizarre, impromptu story, that will tell you everything you need to know. “Say, it would be fun to ask Ai-kun this question, don’t you think?”

Arthur will never pass up an opportunity to seduce flatter you. “I don’t see why not. Although, I must say…” A mischievous grin on his face, he slowly walks up behind you and wraps his arms securely around your waist. “I very much prefer your human form. I get to kiss you that way.” As if to emphasize his point, he bends down to leave a trail of teasing kisses down your neck, purposefully just light enough to tickle you. Once he gets a reaction out of you, you’ll feel him smile against your shoulder, pleased that he was able to make you squirm. “Ah... it would be too cruel if I never got to be with you like this again. What do you say I show you just how much I would miss your beautiful body, hm?” Ahem. As I was saying.

Napoleon stares at you for a second, and then you see his shoulders start to shake with suppressed laughter. When you scold him and tell him to answer the question seriously, he can’t help that his laughter spills over and as usual, once he starts, he can’t stop. “Pfft, a worm? If... if you were... hahaha!” He does his best to contain himself, but it takes a moment for his laughing fit to pass. When it does, he’s quick to reassure you. “Ha… Only you would ask me something like that, nunuche.” As you begin to protest, he quells all your fears with a fond smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders affectionately. “You don’t even need to worry about it. Nothing like that will happen on my watch.”

Sebastian flicks your forehead. “Get back to work.” You stare at him in disbelief as he simply turns around and continues washing the dishes, unsure whether you’re more stung by the red mark on your forehead or the way he totally dismissed your question. Feeling your eyes on him, he sighs. “I’m only going to say this once.” Without even looking back at you, he calmly sets aside the dish he was drying, as though he wasn’t about to utter the words that would forever alter your relationship, the grandest declaration of love he could possibly give you. “It’s impractical for a human and a worm to be together. But as it is, I would choose you over Napoleon.”

Leonardo wonders if he heard you correctly, rubbing his bleary eyes because you woke him up for this and for what. There’s a brief moment of silence as you stare at him expectantly, his foggy brain trying to process what you just asked him. “Well, we’d need to keep Lumière away from you,” is all he says at first. When you tell him that that wasn’t the question, that you want to know if he would still love you, he lets out a sleepy chuckle and sits up properly so he can look you in the eyes. “I don’t know what put this idea in your head, cara mia, but I think we’ve come far enough to say that I wouldn’t give you up so easily. If you turned into a worm somehow, I’d look after you until I could find a way to turn you back into a human.” Actually, if he’s being totally honest, he might step on you or lose you somewhere in his room, so he hopes this is never put to the test.

Le Comte hums thoughtfully, his expression so calm that you almost wonder if he was expecting the question. You might not get the satisfaction of seeing him surprised, but you won’t even have time to be disappointed before he’s looking up at you with a gentle smile, so distractingly charming that it drives every other thought out of your head. “Well, it would certainly be harder to spoil you that way.” Behind that smile, he honestly might experience a brief moment of pureblood angst, considering how short a worm’s lifespan is compared even to a human’s, but he quickly reminds himself that it’s crazy to even imagine it. You’re here with him right now, alive and well and fully human—and deserving of some new jewelry, he’s decided.

Mozart looks up from his piano in disbelief, his hands stopping abruptly on the keys. Don’t take it the wrong way if he actually looks a little disgusted by the idea. It has nothing to do with how much he cares about you, it’s just that you’ve asked your germaphobic partner to think of you as a creature that lives in the dirt. He has trouble imagining that, anyway, considering how highly he thinks of you, even if he doesn’t always tell you that directly. “Well, you’re not a worm.” If you continue to insist but what if... well, he’s not actually going to admit that he would still love you lmao, but he’ll make up for it by reminding you how much he does love you, exactly as you are. "Stay here for a moment and listen to this piece.”

Vincent doesn’t seem to think there’s anything odd about that question once he considers it, and he answers sincerely and without missing a beat. “If you were a worm? Well, I’d miss being able to talk to you—your voice is so lovely, you know?—but I could still keep you company, at least. If you’d like, there should be enough room on my easel for you to sit there while I paint. Hm? What’s wrong? Was that not a good answer?” Please tell him that was the best answer. He’s worried that he might not have convinced you, so don’t be surprised if you see a little worm somewhere in his next painting; it’s the best way he can think to show you that you’d still be his favorite art subject even then.

Theo raises an eyebrow at you. “I still love you even though you’re a hondje, isn’t that good enough?” When you pout back at him, he sighs, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “If you need me to say it, then fine. But you should know by now that I love you no matter what.” Part of him is relieved when you seem content with his answer. He’s glad to know that that ridiculous sentiment was enough to reassure you of his affections, because he really does mean it. Another part of him, though—well, if you hear him muttering to himself “gelukkig ben je geen worm” as you’re walking away, just pretend you didn’t.

Shakespeare’s first instinct is to picture what this would be like as a play, and he isn’t exactly blown away by the idea. “’Tis a… style of tragedy yet unexplored.” He’ll only snap out of it when he sees you frowning at him and realizes that he hasn’t actually responded, then he quickly hides his bewilderment behind a smirk, advancing across the room towards you. “You have chosen a curious way to test my love. If you want my attention, you need only ask.” Perhaps he’s been neglecting you lately, too busy working on his latest play... but he would hate to make you feel uncertain about his feelings for you. Expect him to spend the rest of the evening waxing poetic to you, reassuring you as best as he knows how. Although you’ll notice, if you can avoid getting swept away by his lovely words, that he technically still didn’t answer the question.

Charles, like Vincent, won’t let something so small deter him from loving you. You’d still be you, after all, and you’re someone he never wants to lose, whether you’re a human or a worm. “Of course I would!” he smiles brightly, taking your hand. “I’m sure Lord Vlad’s garden would be a nice place for a worm to live, he takes such good care of it. I’ll make sure you have the best soil and everything, and I’ll come talk to you all the time, so don’t worry! Um... I’ll have to find out what else I should do to take care of a worm, but I’ll learn in no time.” Needless to say, Charles passes the test with flying colors. Just make sure he remembers this is a hypothetical situation before he actually starts making plans, and try to ignore the feeling of Faust’s judgmental stare boring into your back.

Faust, honestly, might make you regret that you asked. If you muster up the courage to come to him with this question, he might dismiss it right away, saying it’s a waste of time—or he might decide to toy with you a little bit. Depends what kind of mood he’s in that day. “Hmm. That’s hard to say.” Your blood chills as the corners of his mouth curve up into a smirk. “If you want a definite answer to your silly little question… I’m sure I could concoct something special to test it out.” Yeah… you might want to go back to the mansion before Faust actually tries to turn you into a worm.

Vlad has been around a long time, but this is the first time he’s heard this question, so kudos for catching him off guard. He stops tending his garden for a moment to look up at you with curious crimson eyes. “May I ask where this is coming from?” When you tell him it’s nothing, that you just want to know how he would feel, he blinks at you before huffing a gentle laugh. Honestly, this whole thing will be worth it just to see that warm glimmer in his eyes. “You never cease to surprise me, draga mea. Yes, of course I would still love you.” Satisfied, you turn away with a smile, missing the way his expression darkens. You might’ve accidentally unlocked a new fear for him, honestly. He may have to think of a solution to this problem, just in case. This man has literally waited centuries for you, so he’s certainly not going to let you go now. After all, if he can prevent the end of the world, he can prevent you from turning into a worm... right?

[qaanngi]

It's WIP time! Post a WIP you're currently working on and send this to 10 other artists/writers!

Aww thanks Anon. I always appreciate messages~

This was/is for Napo’s birthday. Yes it was a while ago. I don’t have any time to myself right now e.e

the inappropriate kisses and signature aren’t part of the final piece, but I should probably do something with him with lipstick bc it’s what he deserves.

[ndoandou]

If the ikevamp boys played modern games

I wrote this almost a year ago so apologies for any mistakes etc 😭

Leonardo - Minecraft

He would create the most unreasonable, complicated, redstone mechanism

Would recreate the monalisa in minecraft

Hes not a fan of mining but he loves travelling

his eyes lit up when he comes across some kind of structure

Occasionally he would get isaac to play on multiplayer

And of course, they will be on multiplayer only to create some redstone mechanism-

Isaac - Universe Sandbox

This boy has 2000+ hours bye-

He spends most of the time defying the laws of physics

He secretly LOVES defying the laws of physics

Would test out absurd things

Like crashing andromeda and milky way together

He feels cool after defying the laws of physics

And at the same time he felt as if he commited a crime with some of the things he tested, like making earth as big as the galaxy for no reason

And make an absurd amount of meteors hit the solar system

Shakespeare - Doki doki literature club

What can i say?

A disturbing game full of young girls who are into literature

Let me tell you this, shakes will treat this game as if hes playing a casual visual novel

For example when yuri stabs herself, shakes would probably just chuckle softly and say "oh! How dramatic!"

The jumpscares and creepy moments makes him laugh and giggle. He sees it as something comedic

I mean what can u expect? We talkin bout shakes here

Mozart - Osu!

Mozart isn't into games

He just happen to stumble across dazai who was trying to play a 7☆ difficulty Osu!Mania map as a joke, while the others watched him

As expected, he failed within a few seconds

"Pathetic. How were you not able to see the notes coming?" Mozart spat

Everyone looked at mozart

"Ahh mozart-kun! Want to try and play this map?" Dazai asked

Mozart rolled his eyes

"Such a waste of time, but ill give it a go. What keys do i press?" Mozart asked

"You press DF and JK" dazai explained

Mozart pressed the hard map dazai was trying to play

When the notes started pouring down, mozart hit every single note perfectly

He ended up scoring an SSS

"There, as simple as that" mozart said as everyone looked at him as if he was crazy"

He actually starts finding the game addicting after playing some more

He also would try other game modes, but osu mania wouod be his favorite.

Dazai - pou

Pls he loves this game too much-

Im not joking, he would spend real money just to buy the shitty cosmetics and clothes

Treats the minigames seriously

This mans sweaty when it comes to sky jump 🥶🥶🥶

Would try and convince people to play pvp with him

Sebastian - Candy crush

You cant tell me that sebastian isn't at level 1000+

He might aswell be a candy crush e-sport player 💀💀💀💀💀

This man would have a mental breakdown if he ran out of moves in the game

Would write a whole essay on why candy crush is a superior game

Would try and get MC to play it which then she would give in

Arthur and theo - Resident Evil

Arthur would be doing most of the objectives ngl

Theo was kinda forced to play it but he slowly starts enjoying it

Theo is terrified half of the time

You can't tell me that theo doesn't scream like a highschool girl whenever he turns back only for a zombie to be right on his face

"AHHHH FUCK! ARTHUR GET IT OFF ME" theo screamed as he pressed space as fast as he could

Arthur would T bag as Theo gets attacked by a swarm of zombies

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Ill do vincent, napoleon, jean, and momte next if u guys want

[ikevampharem]

Ikevamp boys reacting to

👅Lady Dimitrescu 🤤

Very mild spoiler about Theo

*Takes place in modern world*

Comte buys this new game called Resident Evil village for his residents (lmao) Children.....

Just kidding MC asked him to buy it. (Man would probably buy a kidney from black market for her)

Everyone gathers in the game room where Sebastian is setting up the game. Everyone is playing it bit by bit mostly Napoleon, Arthur, Leo, Dazai, Isaac. The rest are just watching cuz they just like to watch others playing it. Except Theo who is snuggling between MC & Vincent cuz he no like gunshots 👀

But that doesn't stop Theo from admiring the ✨Art✨ and the fact how realistic it looks

They continue playing and ended up in Castle Dimitrescu.

They finally got to the point where they encountered Lady Dimitrescu and everyone just has a short circuit in their brain even when they were being hooked up by the hands.

Napoleon

My guy just went 👁👄👁

This is going to haunt him for a long time.

He probably thought it was stupid that ppl fall for fictional characters.

Now he doesn't.

Loves how tall she is.

Secretly has a picture of her in his phone. (Sebastian knows about it)

Isaac

Turns so red that even apples turn green with envy

Can feel it rising

And No that's not his blush

He has Mommy issues

Can't study or research cuz Mommy milkers

She haunts his dreams, so can't sleep.

Mozart

👁👄👁 pt. 2

He just stares and doesn't say anything.

Pretends to be not impressed

Meanwhile Internally :

Jean

He just stutters and watches with ashamed puppy dog eyes.

He likes those juggs

He feels like he is having bloodlust

No ur just horny

He feels horrible and vulgar for liking a monster.

Someone cuddle this baby😭

Dazai

Grins like an idiot

"My, my, she is so tall and gorgeous"

Teases isaac

"She can trample me"

If I was that long, I wouldn't have to climb windows to spy on Ai-chan & isaac-kun

Everyone just stares at him

Arthur

He is the one playing this.

He freezes.

The controller is slipping from his hands before he gripped it tightly.

When he wasn't moving forward everyone looked at him to see what he was doing.

This is what they saw :

Theo : Snap out of it u perv. *Slaps him behind his head*

Arthur : S-S-She got a whole bakery

Theo

Another one that plays it cool

Loves how tall she is.

But is more focused on the graphics.

Kinda uncomfortable with the violence.

Vincent

Gets all blushy.

She is soo pretty Theo!

Has the largest doe eyes atm.

Really likes the scenery.

Leonardo

Literally goes Michael Jackson hehe

"Damn"

"I would love to sleep on those corridors *

Loves how badass she is.

Sketches her

Shakespeare

Literally gasps

oh ma gawd

" stab me with ur nails and hook me" Theo : Tf is wrong with you?!?

"She can step on me" Everyone : ?¿?!¿!!?

So shook he breaks out of his character and talks normal

May spark an interest in horror

Comte

Loves how strong she is.

Also wants be stepped on

"magnifique"

is horny on the inside

Wants to be sat on but won't admit it

Sebastian

Really missed this old games

Doesn't really faze him honestly cuz well it's normal for him.

she's kinda hot tho. 👀

[writer-akihiko]

How would the ikevamp boys react to an mc who isn’t very good at English since she never left her country before and when she does, she has a thick accent that makes it difficult for people to understand? (And can we make her nationality neutral?) like for example when they approach her she’s like, ‘sorry i can not speak English!’ And crossing her arms in an x motion? Thanks!

IkeVamp Boys + Accented!MC

It took me awhile to formulate my answer because I've never had trouble when speaking with accents. However, I have The Miss (my girlfriend) to analyse since she has a very cute accent when speaking English. I do have trouble understanding her at times, but I just find it really cute. It doesn't trouble me at all.

Sorry if any readers were thrown off by my previous IkeVamp headcanon. I just made MC Japanese because I followed the canon of the game.

Napoleon Bonaparte

With some scrutiny, he could identify what you were asking about

At times, he would ask you to speak slowly

He found your voice really cute trying to speak English

He couldn't deny that you knew a lot of English

It's just your accent is quite odd

He would find ways to help you so that he could understand you

Eventually, he gets good at interpreting what you say since your English vocabulary is quite good

Jean sometimes asks him what you're saying

"Nunuche, it's pronounced this way."

You bet he's a giggling general when you repeat after him

If you were fluent in French, you'd be smooth sailing with Napoleon

Isaac Newton

In all honesty, Isaac has the most difficulty understanding you

This made you approach Isaac less

You were afraid he would tease you

He'd never Arthur and Dazai tease him enough-

But since his primary language is English, he tries to help you out as best as he can

He does get a little jealous that you are much more fluent in other languages (Dutch, French, Japanese, etc.)

He wants to know what you're saying too

You too can never hold a proper conversation

It results you writing in your notepad

"T-Tease you?! Never!"

Shy Isaac makes the ultimate resolution to help you with English

No way he'd let Arthur

Arthur Conan Doyle

Oh dearie me, Sir Arthur has met his match

What do I mean? Well with a heavy accent, Arthur can't understand you

You yourself aren't that fluent in English in Arthur's standards

Comte told you to stay away from Arthur

Every time Arthur goes near you, you put your hands up in an X

 And yell "No!"

Or "Bad touch!"

This of course gains the attention of the other residents

So when you yell, it's always Arthur

He finds it a little irritating

He... just wants to get to know you

Your confused face is so kissable to him after all

Dazai Osamu

Toshiko-san can't speak English well?

"Well neither can I!"

You surprisingly get along with Dazai the most since you both weren't fluent

"I have an idea Toshiko-san..."

Oh poor poor Isaac is being tortured

Whatever Isaac taught you is being un-taught by Dazai

"The National Erection..."

"YN it's election-" - Isaac

"Dazai told me that saying both means the same thing..."

"Isn't that right Apple-kun?" - Dazai

Cue Isaac screaming

It's a known fact that Dazai is the only one that can understand you

You were trying to talk the Sebastian

"Toshiko-san is saying help her tie her apron, Sebastian." - He says in Japanese

Theodorus Van Gogh

Oh this man is gonna tease you

"Hondje, what are you yapping about?"

One time he took it too far

How he regrets it

He took a joke about downgrading your accent

You slammed your tray down

"I can still understand you! I'm not an idiot!"

This time he heard it loud and clear

You had tears in your eyes

It didn't help that this was during breakfast

And all of them came for breakfast (exception to Will)

The silence as everyone stared at him was deadly

Not as deadly as what Vincent told him

"Apologise to her Theodorus."

"Broerー"

"Now, Theo."

He does, finding out that Isaac and Comte were helping you

You... looked cute as you wiped your tears

The apology wasn't the only thing he was red from

Vincent Van Gogh

He is very understanding

When he'd not understand you, he'd ask you to write in the book

He actually gave you that empty book

Next to some random phrases you'd say, he'd invite you to doodle and draw with him

"What language are you fluent with YN?"

He's asking because he wants to learn it

He picked up a few phrases and talk to you

"You have a heavy accent in my language."

"We're in the same boat then. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

You'd turn red

"Thank you Vincent," You'd say in English

"You're welcome YN," He'd reply in your language

Leonardo Da Vinci

You'd mostly use your book in front of Leo

It didn't bother him

Okay maybe it did

He's a little envious that you'd speak so freely with the others even if they didn't understand you

Why didn't you talk to him Fragnolina?

He didn't push it though

Until one day you visited his room to clean it

He put your book aside amongst his very very messy books

"Ah, what is Sebastian making for dinner?"

You stopped working and went to get your book

Where was it?

"What's the problem cara mia? Just tell me?"

This man pushed you up against the wall, waiting to hear your voice

Once you opened that mouth of yours, he couldn't help hold you closer

Oh, he may not understand you but he was being serenaded by an angel

In turn for listening to your adorable English, he might be very handsy with his Italian~

Jean D'Arc

Jean watched you from the shadows and observed that you had trouble communicating with other residents

He has decided to be a knight of the shadows for you

Whenever you were in a pinch, he'd get you out

Especially when Sebastian put you on shopping duty

He'd follow you through the town

When a shopkeeper couldn't understand, he'd step in to explain what you wanted

Those were the only times you'd see Jean

Besides that he doesn't talk to you

You apologised for causing trouble for him

He found no need for you to apologise

Every time he'd walk you back, you made effort to have a conversation with him

Quiet talks like this made him understand you more

He almost drew his blade at Theo when he made you cry

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart, as a master of many languages, slightly understood your difficulty

When he was learning these languages he struggled too. He's a pianist, not a linguist after all

He could still make out certain parts of your English since he's communicated with people similar before

That doesn't stop his irritation though

He's not irritated at your accent

He's irritated that you're not willing to speak to him since he corrects you and is strict with you

He doesn't want to make it out as the bad guy

He… just teases at certain times

Because your confused face sometimes is too cute!

Sebastian/Akihiko Satou

Honestly he relates

Learning English for him was hard

He was kinda upset that you knew more English than him

He rubs it in that he can speak better

You two banter over it

He still understands you. He doesn't mind your accent

He treats you quite normally

However he was thrown off when you carried a notebook around

Most of your conversations were verbal after all

He was so upset with himself when he spilled Comte's tea on your book

Comte Saint Germain

Comte doesn't let your accent bother you

After all, he could always speak your mother tongue

For mysterious reasons

However he gets concerned when you go out

Jean may secretly follow you but Comte shops with you

He likes to pay for you after all

He's not around much but when he sees the other residents poke fun at you, eHEM tHEO eHEM aRTHUR he gets upset

The Comte glare is on

The said residents would wish they died

This also includes any of his other lordly friends

He's secretly happy that his lordly friends dislike you accent

He can keep you to himself

Just because you had an accent doesn't mean your voice is horrible

It’s angelic to Comte

You and your lovely voice as his little songbird

William Shakespeare

Well this is awkward

William can't understand you because of your accent

While you can't understand Will because seriously who can understand Will

He had to admit your voice was lovely to him

Even if you were cursing him, he'd be happy to hear you

You followed Vincent to his house

And oh dear oh my, what an enchanting muse you were

"Stay longer."

The first sentence you ever understood from him and you were taken aback

You were wary of Will and used your notebook to communicate

When you were alone Will tried to get rid of your book

He's only interested in your voice after all

He'd give you a script to read

Your knowledge of English is quite good after all

He trust your edits to his scripts

But oh, for you to speak to him before he sleeps

It would be utter bliss to look at your face and hear your voice

Again if he knew what a voice recorder was, he'd record every syllable that spills from your lips

[sortaotaku]

Happy New Years! 🎉

Ikevam New Year’s Set Stories

2021 Super Awesome Set

I wanted to share because I understand the paywall is probably too much for a lot of people. It’s a pretty informal overview of the stories though~

Boys Talk - Team Abnormal 

Shakespeare, Le Comte, Jean

Setting: Thermae

Le Comte asks why Shakespeare is looking gloomier than normal. Shakespeare says he feels a bit weird about a sarcastic comment Arthur made about the three of them (Shakespeare, Le Comte, Jean) being abnormal.

Le Comte: I guess he means we’re deviants. Idk where he got that from. 

He comments that Shakespeare likes to tease people and wonders what to do with him.

Jean: You two are most definitely deviants

Them: Wha? 

Le Comte calls his comment unnecessarily cruel. Shakespeare defends himself and says unlike Le Comte he’s a gentleman

Le Comte is like LOL I feel like you added an insult in there

Jean: It’s best you hear the truth bc you’re in denial. You’ve been buying <your name here/MC> dresses a lot. Are you sure it’s not just bc you like dressing her up?

Le Comte: What else am I supposed to do? She looks ravishing in everything. I’m not doing anything except sitting and watching in the dressing room.

Shakespeare: A grown man enjoying dressing up a girl like a doll sounds pretty deviant to me

Jean: Yep. He’s the most deviant one.

Le Comte: Judging from the content of your plays I think you’re worse than me.

Shakespeare: My writing isn’t necessarily representative of my desires

Jean comments about how Shakespeare has been inviting MC over to his villa a lot.

Le Comte comments that he quite likes Jeans fixation on MC and Jean tells him to shuddup.

Shakespeare also says he isn’t doing anything weird. He says he blindfolded and cuffed her for research purposes.

Jean: Hold on, I’ll come back with my sword.

Le Comte: Don’t run around the mansion naked and angry. Return to the water now.

Shakespeare states that Jean is upset by trivial matters. Basically “tough luck, that’s life”

Le Comte: Yeah, be more open-minded

Jean: I must destroy the world then

Shakespeare asks if he had any weird encounters and Le Comte says he’s basically been a recluse 

Jean admits to giving MC a boost on his shoulders, but... He was shocked because her thighs were pressed against his cheeks and they were soft. 

Shakespeare: How are you insult us when you had her pressing her thighs against your face? You’re the worst deviant one.

Le Comte is basically like LOL and Jean is kinda baffled.

End

Boys Talk - Battle Against Desires

Theo, Napoleon, Mozart

Setting: Thermae

Mozart calls the two of them sighing in sync annoying

They do it again and state they’re tired

Mozart comments that this is rare considering how adept they are at dealing with the more eccentric residents 

They’re both like “That’s it!”

Napoleon is like that’s what everyone says. Everyone thinks I’m sensible

Theo: Yeah, I thought common sense is something everyone should have. We just look overly sensible because everyone lacks it.

Napoleon is like how about we just toss that (sense) out, I’m sick of it. 

Theo: Yeah, I’m going to do whatever I want

Mozart: Hold on, if you do that you’ll lose sight of yourselves.

Mozart (Internally): They say it’s the most dangerous when people go off the rails. These two keep order. I must stop them.

Mozart adds that everyone didn’t start out selfish. He asks if they’re sure if something else isn’t making them this way.

Napoleon says its a problem that MC sees them as so sensible.

Mozart is like: 🤨 Why?

Napoleon says that everything is wrong. She lies around in the common area asleep and apparently sleep undresses. (Half way, that is)

Mozart: Yea sounds about right... Wait what? Don’t tell me you...

Napoleon: Obviously I buttoned her up and tucker her in so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

Mozart: Are you her mom?

Theo: I get that! I would do that too.

Napoleon: Theo~ 🥰

Mozart: Can you guys not hug in the bath? Anyways what about Theo?

Theo: I went in for a bath and MC was in there stark naked bc she mixed up the time.

Mozart: Yea, she’s ditzy sometimes. Don’t tell me you...

Theo: Obviously I simultaneously tossed her my own towel and quickly turned around.

Mozart: Are you her dad? 

Napoleon: I get that! I would do that too.

Napoleon~ ❤️❤️❤️

Mozart: Stahp hugging in the bath... So you’re saying you don’t feel free to express your desires bc you’re seen as too sensible?

Them: Yea

Mozart: That’s easy to fix. Just act on your desires. It’s important to be true to your feelings. I just do what I want.

Napoleon: Easier said than done. Women find it even more frightening when a “safe” man comes onto them more than normal men. They feel violation AND disappointment because of the breaking of expectations.

Theo: And you’ll lose trust that you cannot recover.

Mozart: That sounds oddly convincing from you two.

They sigh heavily again. Mozart smiles a bit and comments that he must warn MC to be careful from now on and encourages them to cheer up.

End

Boys Talk - Imagination Station

Dazai, Arthur, Isaac

Setting: Thermae

Dazai talks about how great a bath after a good drink is. Arthur agrees and asks Isaac what he thinks. (Note: Don’t go into a huge hot bath while drunk)

Isaac: STAHP TOUCHING ME YOU TWO! Why did you guys insist we bathe together?

Dazai: It’s a good way to get to know each other.

Arthur: Yep, we know each other well but there are no limits on luvbbb ❤️

Isaac: If this is your love I have some doubts...

Arthur + Dazai: Lalalala~~~ 🎶

Arthur: Isn’t it funny how alcohol loosens inhibitions? I’d love to get naughty with MC

Isaac: Don’t you dare touch her!

Dazai: I find it questionable too.

Isaac: Dazai?

Dazai: Women get uncomfortable with sudden moves. You haveta do “that” 

Isaac: huh?

Them: I-mAg-I-nA-tIoN!

Isaac: 🤨huh???

Arthur: Lemme explain. We’re writers. We think up scenarios for a living.

Isaac: ?

Arthur: GOSH. We can do anything we want. In our minds. In vivid detail.

Dazai: Ai-kun is confused still, we must invite him into our minds

Arthur: Good idea! Naughty story time!

Isaac: Hold on—

Arthur and Dazai cook up an Isaac x MC smut headcanon in which Dazai still calls her “Toshiko”

Isaac didn’t even notice at first and commented that it makes sense Mc was drowsy because she’s a hard worker. He gets embarrassed when he figures out and the other two are like LOLLL 😂😂😂, we love your reactions!

Isaac: You’re saying you spend your days thinking about lewd stories of MC?

Them: No.

Arthur: We could imagine but the real thing is a whole different thing.

Dazai: The real thing trumps fantasy.

Isaac: So you were trolling me?

Them: Yes.

Isaac: You’re the worst!

Them: Rofl

End

Boys Talk - A Steamy Nighttime

Leonardo, Vincent, Sebastian

Setting: Thermae

Leonardo: A bath sure is nice!

The other two: ...

Leonardo: Why so quiet?

Vincent: I don’t think MC registers me and Sebastian as men. (Correct. You are indeed an angel and not a mortal man)

Leonardo: Why?

Vincent recalls how he was sunbathing with MC and she commented how he was comforting like a little brother

Leonardo: Pride must’ve been hurt by that. Sebas?

Sebastian: Similar. She said I was like her dad.

Leonardo: Dad-zoned, huh (*This isn’t my own abridging of the story, he actually said that) It’s not as bad as you think. Its proof MC is comfortable, that’s important.

Vincent and Sebastian says that : They want to be seen and treated as reliable men

Leonardo (internally): I’m pretty sure she sees them as men though. If I’m too serious about this, they’ll try too hard. The best thing is to make them laugh

Leonardo: You must get comfortable around women. If you get too self conscious things get weird right?

Sebastian: I see. How?

Leonardo: Prof Leonardo shall teach you. This is classified so don’t share

Them: We Promise.

Leonardo: Did you know a women’s breast is as soft as the inside of their arms. Start there with the inner arm

Vincent: Brilliant. What do we say after

Sebastian: Practice on me master Vincent

Vincent: Your arm is hard

Sebastian: I’m actually swole. (He says quite muscular)

Leonardo: You weren’t supposed to take this seriously

Vincent: Will you give more tips? I wanna get closer to MC

Sebastian: Please teach us professor Leonardo

Leonardo (internally): I didn’t expect this... They’re so pure. I can’t let them down.

Leonardo: When someone licks their lips it means they want you to kiss them, so watch out.

Vincent: You’re a genius! Arthur does that all the time! But I won’t do that since it will startle MC if I suddenly kiss her.

Sebastian: Start with the forehead/cheek

Vincent: Anything else?

Leonardo: Playing with hair = Wants affection

Sebastian: Isaac does that a lot, but he DOES crave affection. I gotta watch out for that.

Leonardo: Listen. I didn’t expect this...

Them: Teach us more!

Leonardo: 😓 

End

A/N

Sorry it’s late. Distracted my Animal Crossing. You can find 2020’s set in my previous post or under the “2020 New Years Set” tag.

[namine-somebodies-nobody]

~ Hello all, this is the first thing I have "written" for ikevamp... and honestly I don't even know what this is. XD ~ Enjoy!

High in the sky a crescent moon shown brightly on a hidden mansion below. The mansion itself, alight with a warm glow from the windows that shown into the garden and grounds beyond. Within sat some of the greatest men from history around a large dining table, the pleasant hum of conversation on the air. These great men... the men of arts, literature, science... surely their discussion was of equal intellect.

... yea well, that's about to change...

Just as the resident butler was wheeling in the next course of their meal, a window clanged open loudly and in hopped a dark haired man, kimono hanging loosely from his shoulders. Quickly joining the others at the table, Sebastian, the butler placed a bowl of soup in front of him.

Dazai: Arigatou Sebas-kun!

Sebastian: It is my pleasure Dazai sensei

Conversation continued to flow freely until.

Comte: So, Dazai what kept you?

Dazai: Well, I was out on an adventure of the mind, entirely enraptured by thought and lost track of time, dear Comte.

Napoleon: Those must have been some thoughts.

Dazai: That they were-

Dazai glancing down at the food before him.

Dazai: In fact I would like to share one such revelation I had.

At this, most of the others stopped eating and turned their attention to the man speaking. A sly smile pulled at Dazai's lips as he let the silence drag... building anticipation. Until his gaze landed on the physicist across the table. Smile deepening, looking Isaac directly in the eyes, making the other man internally flinch as that smile only meant one thing.

Dazai: The ocean is soup.

Knowing well that this was most likely to end in utter ridiculousness, Isaac took a deep breath before asking.

Isaac: How on Earth is the ocean soup?

Dazai: Well Ai-kun, what is needed to make soup?

This question actually had a the others thinking as well.

Sebastian: Well soup is usually made from water.

Napoleon: Vegetables?

Mozart: Seasoning.... mostly salt.

Comte: Perhaps a meat is occasionally added?

Silence seemed to blanket the entire room then. Dazai smirking as his eyes roved from one face to the next.

Everyone: *eyes widening in realization*

Isaac: ... the ocean IS soup!

Everyone: The ocean is soup!

Dazai: Told you so!

There ya have it folks... the ocean is soup!

I am so sorry for anyone who actually read this. Its 3 in the morning and this is what is going through my mind.

sorry if there are any typos as well.

[crimson-snowfall]

[Birthday Fic] Everyone’s Little Brother

Word Count: 950

Genre: Crack

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISAAC! ALSO, DAZAI AND ARTHUR ADORE YOU AND NOPE THERE’S NO RUNNING AWAY FROM THAT APPLEBOI SO ENJOY

Isaac stared intently at the board, waiting for his opponent's next move. With how long Dazai was taking in between turns, Isaac was initially inclined to believe that the other vampire was taking their board game seriously... but if only he would spare him a glance, he would realize that that was definitely not the case.

While the physicist's mind was occupied with thoughts of how he should counter his opponent's next moves, the novelist on the other hand was leisurely observing the other vampire's contemplative expression, finding it more entertaining than the game itself.

"What's taking you so-- oh..." Isaac was about to complain when Dazai finally made his move... wherein he deliberately put himself at a disadvantage.

"Huh?" Isaac's brows knitted as he murmured in confusion, and again, if only he paid more attention to his opponent than on the board, he wouldn't miss the smile of genuine amusement on Dazai's face.

Thinking that it was some sort of trap, Isaac spent a little bit longer than usual on his next move, only for Dazai to repeat what he had done on his previous turn. He was having way too much fun observing Isaac's thoughtful and baffled expressions that he can't be bothered to even pretend that he's taking the game seriously.

After a few consecutive victories for Isaac, he finally asked, "Why are you so bad at this?"

Dazai shrugged, although his failure to suppress a smile upon hearing Isaac's frustration in that question ultimately cut his entertainment short.

"You're... you're losing on purpose, aren't you?" Isaac couldn't exactly recall when was the last time he'd felt this betrayed before.

"No I'm not-- hey, we're not yet done Ai-kun!" Dazai called out to him, but the only response he got was the slamming of the door as Isaac grumpily left the room. It only became apparent to Isaac that his lucky stars had completely abandoned him that day when a prowling Arthur caught him on the hallway, just as when he was about to lock himself up in the comfort of his room.

"Ugh, what now? Will you keep your hands off me?" Isaac tried to break free off the arm Arthur had casually slung over his shoulders, but this only prompted the latter to keep a more secure hold on him.

"Relax, my old boy Newt! You should really enjoy life a little more." Arthur chimed as he lead along an unwilling Isaac with him.

"Maybe I would if you damned writers minded your own businesses a little more," Isaac disdainfully complained.

"Aww, I don't think so. Also, you still owe me a favor after you lost on our game last week, remember?"

Isaac shoulders slacked as once again, he found himself at the mercy of another writer's whims again.

"Ugh fine, let's just get this over with."

Isaac made a mental note to never play any games with the resident writers ever again as he reluctantly entered the pub with Arthur. He'd frequently heard the younger Van Gogh complain about the mystery writer's terrible drunken habits, and now he's about to have a first hand experience of what it's like to drunksit Arthur.

At first, Isaac thought that Arthur trying to order apple juice for him was bad. He thought that Arthur trying to get him drunk was also bad. He thought that Arthur trying to hook him up with his female 'friends' was as bad as it could get. But then Arthur had one too many, and then he started hitting on him... and mind you, it wasn't easy trying to take home a raving drunk who is also trying to have a little nibble, without having the strong urge to just give up and practically drag him across the streets.

The two of them eventually made it home, and upon realizing that only a few hours had actually passed since they left, Isaac made another mental note to read more on the concept of time dilation... and perhaps discover why a couple hours feels like ages when he's suffering.

Isaac was about to enter his own room after dropping off Arthur when the exhaustion finally caught up to him. His throat began to burn, and while a quick peek into his room confirmed that Sebastian had left him his supper despite his absence, the physicist just knew that those portions won't be enough, so after having them, the physicist headed into the kitchen.

However, since Isaac had no idea where most of the things he needed are stored, he just stood by the kitchen entrance for a while, feeling lost and defeated after an eventful day with the two vampires in the mansion who must've seen themselves as 'doting older brothers' to him when he was in fact centuries older than both of them.

"All of this just because they were both turned before me," he mumbled to himself and wasn't exactly expecting to receive a reply, though he still did.

"I don't think that has anything to do as to why they're so fond of you."

"N-Napoleon! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

Napoleon let out a small chuckle. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Did you come here to find something to eat?"

Isaac nodded, and Napoleon offered to make something for the two of them. Though Isaac may never openly accept the role of being treated like a little brother, there's relief deep within his heart that at least, Napoleon knows how to properly act like an older brother.

Unlike a certain pair of writers.

Who only knew how to torment him.

But then, Isaac could already imagine both Arthur and Dazai agreeing that that's how it's supposed to be.

[[More Ikevamp Fics]]

[quinnlovesisaac]

ikévamp guys playing among us (part 1)

Arthur: Extremely competitive and makes it hard on whatever side he's not on in the match. Disguised Toast but with a near perfect accuracy rating on detective work (DT is good but if you sit through the full streams he's not perfect). Excellent as impostor but sometimes can give himself away if the right person asks the right thing (MC: "you wouldn't lie to Vincent would you?") or if the game glitches and he can't hide that someone saw his kill through a wall. Very good at gaslighting; can almost make you believe you killed someone if you throw sus on him for being the last seen with someone who just died. Loves being imposter with Theo. He and Theo are masters of the double kill, even when on opposite sides of the map. Tends to sabotage to cover Theo'a kills. Only kills mc when it will win them the game. Mains dark blue. Bonus: uses the hunter's hat Stickmin pets.

Theo: Has no chill. When he's impostor, Arthur, mc, or Shakespeare are always the first to go, though he'll avoid putting mc in the position where it's opportune for him to kill her (he a softie). Will never kill Vincent. If you're impostors with him and Vincent is killed, he will get you voted off regardless of if it makes the crewmates win. Do not mess with his broer! As crewmate he sticks to Vincent as well, to make sure no one messes with him. It's extremely hard to get Vincent when Theo is also playing. Both loves and hates being impostor with Arthur. He and Arthur are masters of the double kill, even when on opposite sides of the map. Tends to do kills while Arthur sabotages to cover him. Mains cyan. Bonus: wears the fedora and double top hat hats and uses the dog pet. Sometimes wears the black suit set.

Vincent: One of the "worst" players because he's too nice. He doesn't like killing when he's the impostor, doesn't like voting anyone off, and doesn't like being told to choose between different players when it's down to him, another crewmate, and an impostor. Gives everyone the benefit of the doubt even when a kill happens in front of him. Always does his tasks and is almost always with Theo (unless Theo is being an impostor elsewhere). Needs to be hard carried by his teammate when he's impostor (Arthur and Theo are the only ones that are exceptionally good enough to make this really possible). Always has to tell Theo it's just a game when someone kills him and Theo wants to beat them up, even though he himself still doesn't like killing anyone and will apologize multiple times each day for at least a month if he does so. Mains yellow. Bonus: wears the angel halo.

Isaac: Good at crewmate, okay at impostor. Often sussed out quickly by Arthur or gaslighted into being thrown out when he's actually a crewmate. Papi Leonardo and Big Bro Napo-kun both tend to protect him. Always tries to kill Arthur or Dazai when he's impostor—it's either well calculated and a success or a blundering sloppy mistake that nearly everyone sees on cams on in person. Can't bring himself to kill mc because he doesn't think it's proper. He'd actually be very skilled at the game if not for Arthur and Shakespeare's mind games. Always does his tasks in the most efficient order possible, and never goes into electric by himself (or with Arthur, Dazai, or Shakespeare). Mains pink. Bonus: wears the goat horns/devil horns and hamster pet.

Dazai: He's that crewmate or impostor that will always throw sus around even when he knows someone is innocent for fun. Never does tasks unless the rest of the crew is dead and it's all on him, though this isn't consistent. If he's killed early on as impostor he'll sabotage to either help or hurt his fellow impostor depending on his mood. Tends to self report or walk over obvious bodies, leading his crewmates to think he's an impostor when he's not. Always fakes the wrong common task, but also does this as crewmate to throw off the crewmates and impostors as well. Will kill you during Simon Says task and then vent away. When partnered with Arthur they will camp sabotage areas like O2 and reactor for match-ending double kills. Goes AFK without mentioning it beforehand so people never know if he's really there or not. Mains purple. Bonus: wears the "dum" sticky note, caution sign, or toilet paper hat.

Mozart: Finds the whole game stupid but won't admit he gets really into it, especially when impostor. Will kill off every crewmate heartlessly and convince them to eject others. (Hey if he can't do it in real life...) Works surprisingly well when impostors with Isaac, despite them not necessarily working together too well in real life. Does crewmate tasks in the most efficient order based on the map and length of time it takes to do them. Never does any tasks in electrical, and will never fix lights. Mains white. Bonus: wears the surgical mask.

Napoleon: Loves being impostor with his little bro Isaac. He will protect him if crewmate and watch out for him if he's impostor, even if Isaac is not. Will always charm his way out of accusations and is good at throwing sus back at others so subtly that no one even remembers he's being accused. Gets confused on most tasks so even when he's impostor people know not to ask him what tasks he's done. Is terrible at card swipe. Always is the first to emergency areas to get them fixed and help his comrades—I mean crewmates. Never remembers to wait for his kill cool down to finish before venting into rooms with others in there already, and tends to accidentally kill without realizing the lights have been fixed. Mains black and red. Bonus: he wears the wolf ears or military uniform.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Ambition of Love

Ambition of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x OC ( July niece of Leonardo)

Prompt: Day 1  Modern AU | Historical AU

Part of content creation challenge hosted by me and @xxsycamore

Tag: Fluff Childhood love

Word Count: 2.627

Author’s Note: An huge Thank you to the ever so sweet and talented @kissmetwicekissmedeadly whose help was fundamental to bring this project to us all, be not for your support and advice probably clumsy me would have dropped it but you thought otherwise for you to know I am so very grateful and proud of what we have created 🥰

Historical setting his childhood in Corsica described realistically, the date and reason for his leaving is to attend the Army college in France and thereafter the consulat in which he was First consul, turned into a kingdom in a sort of melting with the Empire period in which he crowned himself Emperor. 😊

Inspired by one of our conversation about the sexy corsican accent our Emperor probably had when speaking french thing we both have a weak spot for. 🥰

Tag

@kissmetwicekissmedeadly @aquagirl1978 

@william-rex

@writingwhimsey @fang-and-feather

@moonstruckmelancholic @lichtluv

@wistfulwanderingone @rjthirsty

@ike-garden2024 @jollibeeshappiness

@starzyquee  @maeko-kun @rkmaru

You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊 Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it.😊

Corsica Ajacco 1777

It was an hot and bright day, the sun shining above them bathing everything in sight in his warm rays, loud chattering and clangor of plates reasonate through the houses in the village as two children in the prime of their youth adventured themselves on climbing the hill, laughing happily carefree smiles destined to be immortalized in their memory reminding them of home and of a tender affection destined to blossom into love.

After a while they finally reached a quiet spot atop the hill, collapsing on the ground under the shadow of a tree protecting them from the unbearable heath of the zenit sun, secrets were confessed and dreams revelaed in conspirational tones excitedly they were constructing project when suddenly he hoisted himslef up a nearby rock, standing high and proud with the sun above him he look fierce and majestic like a lion a King in his own right she did not hesitated to acclaim as such “I will gonna be King!” he declared proudly swelling his chest as he raised his chin up smiling confidently                                                                         “I will go to France and I will seize the power myself.” “What would ya do with the monarchs?” she asked curiously her eyes gleaming as she watched at him already picturing his bright career, for a moment he look up at the sky immersed in his thoughts when suddenly he beamed confident of his choice “I will send them away, in exile so they can never return to kick me out.” slowly a light pink begin to spread on his cheeks as a sheepish smile appeared on his lips he looked at her his voice now tender with affection

“Will you be there with me ?” “Of course.” she exclaimed smiling happily as his lips curled in a smug grin “You are gonna be my Queen and everyone will love ya.” “And you?” she asked a glimpse of mischief in her eyes     “I will love you more than anyone.I shall prove you.” Slowly he run to her planting a soft kiss on her cheek. Tender love and childish innocence melted in an idillic landscape, a world of their own that so much looked like a dream superb subject of the painting her uncle majestically captured in of that summer day.

It sounded so easy in that moment she sighed softly if only it was, slowly she went to adjust the real faced overdressed mannequin currently used by his uncle as muse for his new painting.

Their tailor bussiness in Corsica was gaining a bit too low for her family liking and so to help support them his uncle offered her a job as his personal assistant she promptly accepted, balancing sewing dresses with keeping tidy his artists retreat boutique, a vague place for cultural needs of sort that looked more like a renaissance art gallery than an actual store.   Corsica Ajacco 1779

It was a cold day, the chilly breeze swirled on the hill as the cloudy sky sweeped off all the long and warm days of summer, guarded in their memory, throwing him in the future sooner than what he would have liked to.

He could never forget all the tears she had shed when he told her he had to go away, enalisted in France in a military college, of little use sweet nothings he whispered in her ear as he hold her tight to his chest, begging her to forgive him for sins he had yet to commit, managing to calm her down only with the promise of writing her every week at which she accepted pulling away reluctantly from him, her puffy cheek and her frown make her look like a spoiled little girl to everyone else but to him she was the love of his life, adorable and whimsical but he never desired her to be any other way, slowly he caressed her cheek seeing a soft smile appear on her lips 

“July Promise me one thing.” solemnly he said taking her hand in his as she nodded sniffling “You will wait for me.” “I will Leone, and you?” she looked at him in his jade eyes so boyish and carefree yet holding a new found knowledge and reliability suited to the young man he  has become “I will too.You have to never doubt about that. You are and always will be my one and only Queen.” reverently he kissed her hand, the seed of childish affection bloomed in romantic love as he slowly melted his lips on hers in their first kiss soft slow and tender, she shyly reciprocated gripping his shirt ever so lightly desiring to never be parted from him, to let him stay with her in Corsica and screw up his father’s plans but she knew deep in her heart that for as much as he was upset about leaving her too a part of him desired nothing more than to be indipendent to follow his dreams and became someone she could have been proud of, if only he knew she already was, but his ambition was unstoppable and all she could hope for was for him to not forget her when he would have reached the top.

Paris 1800

It was a chilly day, summer was fading out as autumn slipped unnoticed to replace it, she shrugged in her long shawl putting the kettle to warm her up with a cup of tea. All the summer had been nothing but tepid since he went away, long days she had spent by that rock looking in the distance seeing that familiar scene unfold in front of her eyes a thousand times over as every dialogue kept playing on repeat in her mind, a melancholic smile to adorn her lips she kept staring longingly without seeing the sea in front of her where she last saw him waving her goodbye off toward the shore of a country not gentle with intruders, picturing his smile everytime she closed her eyes, hearing his laugh echoed in her ear at every corner she never failed to follow always with the same result, ending up in remoted areas of the city where she could see white seagulls noisily flying over the sea. One time during her walk she picked up a conch seashell smiling she turned back exclaiming                      

“Guarda Napoleone.” but only the air answered her, loneliness crushing over her as her misty eyes wandered on the floor as she sniffled lightly, slowly she put her ear on it hearing the waves crashing on the shore of a land that was not theirs, where she could only hope his friend was succedingly taking the first step toward his dreams.

The bell of the shop rang suddenly, anxiety flowing over her as she fretted over to open recognizing the royal emblem on their carriage, she was about to ask the reason of their visit but they seemed to be in a rush

“Bonsoir Madame we are currently looking for Mademoiselle Bonnefoy, do you know where we may find her? ”

“Yes. It is me.” she answered shyly

“We thank you for your cooperation,  excuse our manners but you must follow us immediately to the palace.” curse honesty she thought biting her lip

“Why so ?” she asked confusion painted in her eyes as anxiety continued to rise to their lack of answers “What have I done? I am innocent I swear.”

“Mademoiselle This not for me to speak but I assure the King will listen to you. I beg your forgiveness but we have no time to waste, please follow us.”

She promptly obeyed scribbling down a note for his uncle leaving it on the counter before throwing away her shawl and following them in a luxurious carriage waiting for them.

The travel was slow and rather boring, all theri gaze were on her as she tried to ignore them looking out from the window, she could only imagine how fast gossip ran in a big city like Paris even more if regarding a girl coming from abroad, yet she could not do anything but hope that whatever the reason their leader would have been understanding and willing to listen as they make her believe him to be.

She sighed if Napoleone had been there he would have surely protected her against their tyranny, but he was away busy with a war no one saw the end to and so here she was blocked in a carriage with few soldiers, conducted to the royal palace to be judged of something she had done not, having lived in France for less than two months.

Finally the carriage stopped and they got off, but she had little time to gawk in awe at the lavish building in front of her eyes for the stern voice of a soldier elicited her to follow him along the immense hall until they reached the throne room where a mysterious voice reasonate through the air with a stern command ready to be obeyed.

“Allez.”

Tentatively she begin to follow them hoping to sneak up out of the palace when suddenly his voice stopped her.

“Viens ici.” the tone emanated authority eliciting respect, the voice of a mighty leader capable of running a country so messed up by the revolution, the only one capable to be strong enough to reorder the situation of a rebellious nation.

She sighed blushing in embarss at how clumsy she must have looked, peering through her eyelashes she stepped slowly toward the throne noticing a figure standing in front of it

“Veni qui.” his tone slightly more tender bring tears to her eyes, it was so similar to his the same accent, even the same words he would have used but he was not here with her softly she sniffled into her handkerchief sighing hoping he would have been safe wherever he was in that moment.

Unperceivably the figure begin to slide down the scarlet carpet of the hall, among the light colored by the stained glass of the windows, she could not seen his face yet due to his hat but his movmenet were alluring like the one of a predator elegant and measured making her feel so weak and vulnearble like a prey ready to be swallowed whole.

He stopped right in his track standing high and proud in front of her she gazed shyly at him only to let her gaze wander on the floor again.

 “Tu es enfin arrivé. Je t'attendais.”

Suddenly he took off his hat kneeling in front of her kissing her hand with devotion, bend by a feeling even emperor bowed down to, a king he was not in that moment, but a mere knight knelt reverently to profess his undeniable unchanged feeling to his lover.

“Mi hai mancatu amore meiu.”

At this words she could not help but feel a glimpse of hope flicker in her heart, it could not be real but she wished to with all her heart, he should have been in Egypt when instead he was there and real standing amidst a room at the Palace of the Tuileries as it was the most natural thing in the world to become King in such a short time.

Slowly he stood up  letting the light shine on them as he smiled at her looking at him through misty eyes

“Leone.” her voice soft no more than a whisper betrayed the anxiety she felt rising in her, fearing it was all a dream she would have waken up from in her tiny apartment so different from the magnificent luxury of that palace.

“July.” confidence and authority matter nothing in that moment in which the mighty King of France took her hand gently brushing his lips over its back before holding it to his heart, englufing her cold hand in his warm one as he entwined his fingers with hers.

Gingerly she advanced toward him slowly wrapping her arm around him feeling his circle around her waist she nuzzled into his chest grasping at his clothes ever so tightly crinkling the smooth fabric of his satin shirt, afraid he may have slipped past her fingers if she would have loosened her grip, letting his musky scent invade her nostrils reminding her of home and long forgotten memories of childhood love, her digits move away slowly caressing his taut muscular torso reminding her of the man that child she knew grew up to be. 

Since a young age in a military academy make a man out of him preparing him to be strengthen out on the battlefield where everyone could fit but only the bravest could stand out from, like him a strategist of the finest,  a genius like few in a century seeking glory and fame led by an ambition that knew no boundaries, he had swept off an useless government bringing a promising dawn in what once was cloaked in darkness and corruption, seizing power to bring peace where once was only the gloom pit of war, his strenght only weapon to craft a new world all by himself.

Never once forgetting every man value, treating them with respect and friendship, comrades he relied on in any battle he fought, gaining for himself respect and honor like no noble born leader had ever before.

Through everything he had took them, belief in their worth repaid with unwavering loyalty that brought him to the peek of it all, following his dream a promise the only light to guide his lonely path  in every weather challenging everything and everyone without never giving up all that for the sheer pleasure of satisfying his ambition and sat on the top of the world with her.

 King and Queen destined to make history for the universe wanted them together to fufill their mission and bring peace to a country divided by the war.

 “Please grant me the honor of being my Queen and I swear to love you for all eternity.

You are and always will be my one and only love.”

Slowly he knelt again a velvety box in his hand he slowly opened revealing a diamond ring glimmering in the light

“July will you marry me ?”

“Oh Napoleone.” she clutched her chemise on her chest sighing dreamily, her eyes misty and a wide happy smile on her lips she whispered softly

“Si.” an achingly tender expression in his eyes melt on a carefree blissfull smile as he slowly slide the ring on her finger suggeling his promise kissing her hand reverently before standing on his feet  to kiss her passionately feeling her fingers curl on his shirt.

Slowly he pulled away taking her in his arms he kissed softly her forehad before murmuring tendelry few inches form her lips looking into her leaf green eyes

“I love you July now and forever my sweet precious Queen.”

“I love you too Napoleone with all my heart my loyal protective King.”

A love destined to make history whose root run deep in a time long gone by in an island not too far away from France’s shores ever bathed by a warm bright sun proud and fierce like its people, whose child now ruled over a country he came to call home and was mostly determined to guide them to glory along his name down in history, cherishing and loving for all eternity the woman behind it all his one and only Queen that without faltering for a second has always believed in him, giving him strength to pursue his dream and become King as he always wished to be, keeping his promise to be on the top of the world along her and make them shine like two stars in the universe for eternity only theirs to conquer.

Guarda – Look Bonsoir – Good evening Allez - Imperative Go Viens ici - Imperative Come here Veni qui - Corsican Come here Tu es enfin arrivé - You have finally arrived Je t'attendais - I was waiting for you Mi hai mancatu amore meiu - Corsican I missed you my love                                                                   Si – Yes

[littlewitty]

So I’m gonna give some love to Seb:

(He’s one of my best bois )

Random Seb Relationship Headcannons:

NSFW

When you cook together, the others find it fascinating how you two move like a perfectly choreographed dance

You both have a glass of wine after work when Seb is doing the washing up and you sit with him and just chat

Tickle fights are a thing but only in private

When you’re both working, he will turn you two around the corner for a quick make-out

One time, the mansion residents were having a banquet and you and Seb were in the kitchen. He push you into the corner of the kitchen and hoisted you up and out his knee between you legs and started making out with you silently as not to get caught. Arthur walked in for a glass of blanc and saw you and went “OOOHHHHH LOVE IN THE KITCHEN I SEE,”.

You haven’t lived that one down yet

Most definitely throughout the day, he will grab your ass, waist, boobs ect.

The residents got way to used to Seb not having a girlfriend,

Like literally when there was a problem and night they would just run in ,screaming.

“SEBAS- KUN BUNTA FLEW INTO A WINDOW HELP ME!!!!”

So when he got into a relationship, they forgot about this once, only once.

There was a problem and Vincent, Theo and Arthur ran to Seb and Vincent ran inside telling him what happened, only to find you on top of him, both naked. You screamed and ran into the en-suite bathroom. Vincent screamed and ran away, Theo covered Vincent’s eyes whilst outside the room explaining what happened to a very shaken Seb. Arthur, smug as ever, asks “what were you two doing?”

To which you reply from the bathroom, without thinking,

“HUMAN ACTIVITIES”

So that’s the mansions joke now.

Anytime Arthur, Dazai, Napoleon or Leo catch you in a compromising position with Seb, smirks and walks out shouting “DONT GO IN THERE,THEY ARE DOING THEIR HUMAN ACTIVITIES”

Even Comte couldn’t hide his sly smile

There is also a lot of outside snuggles. He will go outside and snuggle with you in private, they are the best

The mansions does recognise and respect that you two are human and human couples need different things together than vampire couples aka they give you ´human-times’ to exercise, have a coffee and a cake together in the mansion alone, time alone together, free health care ect.

At least you don’t have to worry about any bite marks left behind because Sebastian isn’t a vampire......

But boi, he doesn’t go easy on hickeys.

That just excelled the “human activities” joke tenfold smh

Also, you know when he wants to do it because he will be really quiet, walk over to the door and loudly latch it, when you look at him, he turns to you with the sexiest smile ever.... oh boi

[twstdaydreamer]

Twisted Wonderland OC

“Morse Moriya Morrison”

“I do believe that I do not need to defend myself to the likes of you.”

General Profile

Full Name: Morse Moriya Morrison

Japanese Name: モールス モリヤ = モリソン

Nicknames: perceptive stupid, henchman, she-devil, boss, mistress, Morse-chan, Morse-san, evil mastermind, Morrison-kun, Napoleon of Crime, Morry, Triple M, koebi-chan, trickster, etc.

Biographical Status

Specie: Fey

Gender: Female

Birthday: June 6

Star sign: Gemini

Age: 16

Height: 156 cm (5′1)

Hair color: Silver white

Eye color: Argentine silver

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Dominant Hand: Left

MBTI: INTJ-A

Homeland: ???

Relatives: Dire Crowley (adoptive uncle), Sherry and Siege Sheridan (distant cousins)

Personal Status

Likes: Sherry, eating junk food (much to Vil’s horror), books, coffee, planning crimes, analyzing, mathematics, procrastinating, ciphers.

Dislikes: Talking, dancing, parties, technology, dresses, all food aside from junks, anything that has something to do with physical activities, drawing, people calling her short, boredom,

Interest/Hobbies: Hoarding trinkets, reading, stargazing, mystery, murder, teasing Sherry Sheridan and her new found toys in NRC. 

Talents: Singing, playing guitar, martial arts, gifted analyst, planning a flawless murder, battle tactics and stratagem, persuasion, deceit, deciphering any codes and ciphers.

Strength: Observant, flexible, intuitive, perceptive, competent, exceptionally intelligent, flexible, inquisitive, dedicated, work well under pressure, adaptable, quick learner, abstract thinker.

Weakness/Flaws: very insensitive, short-tempered, deceitful, eccentric, dense when it comes to everyday life, too stubborn, can’t remember names well, a lot of hidden insecurities and worries, sore loser, rude, prideful and unruly at times, will do everything to achieve her goals even if it means using others.

Professional Status

Occupation: Student, criminal mastermind (former)

Bases of Operation: Night Raven College, House of Cards (former)

Dorm: Ramshackle

School Year: First year, student no. 20

Class: 1-A

Best Subject: Mathematics, Magic Analysis

Worst Subject: Flying

Club: Light Music

Unique Magic: The Valley of Fear - Morse can materialize her victim’s fears and use it against them. If she decided to use her unique magic in advance level, she can physically replicate the persons from the victim's past that cause them traumatic experiences. Morse noted that this is not a type of illusion-based magic.

General Status

Favorite Color: Black (because of Sherry)

Favorite Food: Junk foods (chips, gummy bears, etc.)

Least Favorite Food: Vegetables (especially carrots)

Appearance: Morse has bright cat-like argentine eye that constantly glimmers with curiosity when something piqued her interest. She has wavy butt-length silver white hair with several strands framing her face. As a fey, Morse has a pair of pointed ears and canines. She is petite and quite short in height. She prefers wearing light-colored and loose clothes.

Personality: Morse was an extremely intelligent individual. She’s calculative, perceptive and observant of everyone and is very particular of her surroundings. According to Azul himself, her cunning intelligence that could outwit him is what makes her so dangerous. Morse is highly accomplished in the fields of strategies and mathematical formulas. Although it was said that her tactics could always lead to multiple victories, upon miscalculating something, she doesn’t take it very well (a sore loser). Due to her nature that couldn’t properly understand emotions, Morse can come up as insensitive, rude and very, very blunt. She has no hesitation in using others as her stepping stone to achieve her goals and her unconventional, underhanded methods in solving her problems often lead to others hating her greatly--although she no longer cares.

Quote: “Age is just a mere status, not a limitation that shackles you to do things you want to. No matter how young or old you are, you can make a difference. Like the small pieces in chess, you can also change the flow of the game.”

History: coming soon~

Fun Facts

Morse hates talking to anyone, so she just let her ipad do the talking for her. But her words was always written after her namesake, the Morse Code. Ace, Deuce and Grim always forced her to speak to them without codes.

She have a white bunny stuffed toy named Moran which she carries everywhere. She said it was a birthday gift from Crowley.

Morse lacks the sense of taste, thus she developed the complete hatred of food. She is fond of junk foods though, claiming that she loves how it crunches between her teeth even though she cannot taste it at all.

Morse keeps a diary, journalizing all of her adventures and pranks.

She has astraphobia: the extreme fear of thunder and lightning. She's also not fond of storms and rain. She gets jittery and panics a lot. 

According to Crowley, “her right eye can see through everything but reflects nothing. On the other hand, her left eye is just an empty hole.” She blatantly refused to tell anyone why and how she lost it.

Everyone would often see her wearing a pair of earphones when walking, listening to music.

Her taste in music was always soft rock and acoustic, much to everyone’s surprise.

My first Twst OC! I hope you like Morse as much as I had fun writing her! You guys can asked me question about her (or interactions). Also, I twisted Morse from Sherlock Holmes's nemesis Professor James Moriarty (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

He's evil...and so does she (▰˘◡˘▰)

I'll make Sherry and Siege's profile soon! They were twisted from both Sherlock and Mycroft, the Holmes brothers, but in my case, they were sisters lol.

[carnelianns]

🕎 for dazai please!

this is... longer than i expected LMAO

♆ - jealousy headcanon

It may not look like it, but the man is fiercely possessive over, well, you. Even before your relationship, you’d see him at the corner of your eye whilst talking to Napoleon about a standard part of your day, watch him whisk Arthur away when the man half-jokingly asks you out on a date.

As much as he is possessive, he’s also quite, ah, airy about it. Never have you seen him truly jealous, you think, the only memories of a green-eyed author being lines such as: “Toshiko-chan, be careful around Theo; he might put a collar around you if you keep spending time with him~” and “I see you’re spending more time with Mo-kun… Must be fun, isn’t it?”

Your thoughts wander to what a wholly envious Dazai would be like as you lounge around the living room on your day-off. And, of course, the one to find you in such a focused state is none other than Arthur, who had also figured out your thoughts the moment you opened your mouth.

“How about we find out, darling?” His offer was far too tempting to decline, so with only a slight bit of hesitance, you take his outstretched hand.

The day ends with you laughing boisterously, a smirk on Arthur’s face as his arm is slung around your waist. You find yourself too lost in the moment that it takes Arthur’s whisper of, “Mission complete.” to bring you back to where Dazai is standing, smile quite different from usual.

He utters your name, not any other, the mere action sending shivers down your spine. After whisking you away from Arthur and into his bedroom to seat you onto his bed, you gulp nervously at the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Then, finally, he opens his eyes, bright orbs glowing with a fire you’ve never seen before, one you almost regret setting off. 

“You’ve been quite a naughty girl without my watch, haven’t you? I almost feel regretful for the things I’m about to do to you.” He smiles, all sorts of evil and devilish. “Almost.”

You learn to never again make the author jealous. It’s impossible to forget, as his arm is almost always wrapped around your waist now, and if not, he makes sure to have at least one part of his body on yours, whether that be his eyes or anything else.