#ikemen vampire wellington

[weird-profiterole]

Let him be gay for Napoleon, Horatio. 🌈

Don't repost, only reblog

[xxsycamore]

MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

MLM - Napoleon x Wellington mafia au >:)

DEVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOn

Yes. With pleasure.

[ 🌈 character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests OPEN 🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love content creation challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Napoleon x Wellington

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐮𝐨𝐢, 𝐥𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐢

"Tsk. It was a bluff."

With the cigar between his teeth muffling words - meant for his own ears only, anyway - the gesture of fishing out a lighter from the inner pocket of his long black coat is met with a similar dead end. Rain keeps falling overhead. Not the best moment for having a smoke.

Half-mindedly pocketing back the cigar as well as the fine-crafted metal object with the emblem of the Buonaparte Family engraved on its side, the capo rushes to raise a hand in stern protest before an underling can open an umbrella over his head. He's then quick to give the impending order.

"We're returning to La Malmaison. I want the messenger in my office."

Sometimes going against the saying would be a better option. The sound of three dozen men loudly voicing their receiving of the order echoes around the alley. The sound of their footsteps follows like a march, one which Napoleone refuses to lead for the opportunity to enjoy his smoke in the company of his own nagging thoughts instead, under the eave of one of the nearby buildings painted in beige.

Not having taken a single step to his destination yet, he hears the familiar yet still blood-freezing sound of a gun being cocked behind him. The barrel touching the back of his head, cold and metallic and whispering both good day and goodbye.

"You decided to show up, after all, Wellington?"

The other party stays quiet, seemingly unamused with the capo's sense of humor in such circumstances. That Wellington, never the one to return a good greeting. Nor the one with good manners to apologize for showing up late to a meeting of his own arrangement.

Raindrops gather and spill over the edge of the wide brim lining the capo's fedora, a trademark accessory he can be often seen with, a near symbol of his persona. Their pitter-patter on the luxurious cashmere falls unbothered by the intensity of the scene which otherwise holds the power to make hearts belonging to some of the most capable men in the mafia stop.

"I take it as you've thought about the offer I extended to you."

"I have."

An offer of joining powers against the greater evil; such a classic. In fact, so much of a classic, that the don has already been offered the same, by the greater evil in question nonetheless. All that is left is for Wellington to decide which man has him seduced the best; privileges, goods, promises, and riches. And perhaps more.

Well, the barrel shoved against his nape is one way to announce his final decision.

"And I accept the offer."

A lifetime of control over those pesky facial muscles that like to spill the truth uncovered shatters as jade eyes widen. It's good that he has his back facing him; for once the unfavorable position is the preferable one.

The gun is lowered. Lips curved upwards, Napoleon turns around.

"You took the right decision, partner."

With the capo's leather-clad hand extended in invitation for a handshake, eyes meet eyes. The blonde has his full of looking at the familiar smirking face and directs his gaze to the extended hand instead, giving it a haste shake.

"I believe I interrupted your smoke." Wellington states, taking out his tobacco box; a symbol of his own famiglia engraved on it.

The drizzling rain halts to a stop as if to eavesdrop on the rare scene of the two powerful men standing side by side in the small alley.

And though the rain has stopped, they remain close, sheltered under the narrow eave overhead.

[whatever you want, you get.]

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[yanderepuck]

I know his name is Arthur Wellesley

But I can only read his name was Weasley

Do with that what you will

[austerlitzxwaterloo]

I saw a video with a little girl shouting her father's name and I was like "I know where it happened too" 🙈

Don't repost, only reblog

[noisy-weasel]

So I never read napoleons route In Ikemen vampire so I'm curious who did they decide is his "rival"?

[krys-loves-otome]

OC Brain Rot Post #1: Thea and Abby and the Rivals Fight at the Mansion

OC Brain Rot (originally based on this post) is where I basically ramble some about my OCs and what they're up to currently outside of my writings and arts. Basically, these posts are, in essence, brain dumps. Sometimes there might only be a couple sentences and half-formed ideas, others might go into meta involving my ocs and whichever game universe they are apart of.

Most post will be based around my otome OCs but some original ones might slip in once in a while! You just never know where my brain might take me.

I'll also make a big, huge note here that these posts won't be spoiler-free! At the beginning of each post, I'll try and make note of which game and OCs I'll be talking about. Spoiler parts will be under the cut.

For this post, there will be Spoilers below about the Interlude route of Ikemen Vampire, right around Chapters 10 and 11.

Thea and Abby will feature in this rot. Normally, they are two characters that have their own universes. However, I also fall inevitably into joining their universes together just so I can have them both interacting with the boys and being friends (Thea is quite protective of the shy and timid Abby), so I'll also include some thoughts about both of them together in this part of the Interlude route.

Here we go, onto the brain rotting!

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For Context: The Interlude Route in Ikemen Vampire is a transition arc between the first and second acts, right before the act 2 for the suitors are released and two new characters are introduced. MC is stuck in the past because Comte's magical time door is broke and going home is likely an impossibility at this point, unless you want to be lost in the time soup for all eternity. So now, MC is trying to make the best of the change in her plans.

Vlad, still bent on not letting the vision he saw in the future come to pass, revives the rivals to our suitors and they have been terrorizing everyone the past few chapters. Where I'm at currently, Vlad has met with Comte and Leonardo and they tried to talk things out, purebloods to pureblood, but Vlad still refuses to stop his mission and the three part ways.

He then sends the ones he's revived to the mansion in an all out attack. Napoleon and Jean take the most brunt in fighting Wellington and Gilles with Leonardo and Comte assisting them. Dazai and Sebastian were guarding the door while the other non-fighters (Mozart and Isaac) were in the piano room. Theo had gone on his own to face off against Gauguin to get revenge with Arthur following him to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, such as going through with the revenge quest he was on.

This is initially where the girls start off in. Vincent is also in the piano room but soon goes out on his own because he also figures that Theo was about to do something stupid and while I initially thought it was dumb of him because he left the non-fighters defenseless (his little info blerb he's the strongest of the non-purebloods and I had many instances of 'why you do that, something bad gonna happen to the non-fighters! Vincent, my love!') but he didn't want for Theo to do his stupid thing, so he goes to Theo and it's sweet (me still thinking it was dumb but whatever, narrative gonna do what it wants).

For Thea, she goes with Vincent after Theo. No risking yourself for your brother nonsense! She cares too much about Theo too, she's gonna stop him. And she knows a little bit about fighting (as stated in this power-scaling reblog I did), so she'll be mostly okay. Theo pulls her to him as he flips the pool table in the game room and all four of them are dodging bullets, currently.

For Abby, she stays with Mozart and Isaac in the piano room, scared as this is some terrifying shit going on! When Vincent said he was leaving for Theo, Abby was very, very scared, numerous things running through her head, all of them not good. Worried for everyone outside fighting currently, for Sebastian and Dazai guarding the door, for Theo and Arthur out on their own, and now Vincent going on his own to find Theo. She wishes she could curl up in a corner somewhere, close her eyes and cover her ears until all of this was over, but she can't, not when all of her friends are fighting right now.

Before Vincent leaves, she does tug on his sleeve, wanting to ask him to stay. She knows how strong he is and wants him to stay with them, but seeing his eyes, how worried yet determined how he is. He was set on finding Theo.

So, in the face of that, all she could do was let go of his sleeve and say "Be careful."

Vincent smiles and gently pats her shoulder, promising to come back soon, with Theo in tow.

Once he's gone, however, Salieri comes after Mozart with a knife and we're back in terror time again. Isaac stays the closest to her, they're both terrified! Mozart shielding both of them. He manages to break the mind control over him with standing in front of the piano, reminding him that he had admired his music in their first lives, what has happened to you to attack another music lover? Things seem to simmer down in the music room because of that.

In the combined universe of both girls, it's relatively the same, Vincent still goes off to find Theo, but Thea goes with him, determined to find Theo and to help him or stop him from doing the stupid thing. Abby still tugs on Vincent's sleeve, still sacred but ultimately lets him and Thea go. They both cared a lot about the younger van Gogh, so who was she to stop them just because she's scared?

And... this is as far as I've gotten with this brain rot. Just a fun little brain exercise to put the girls in the goings on with what I'm playing currently. Hope to be able to share some more brain rots with you guys soon!

[secretskeepoffandommadness]

There are a few days until my extra polls close and I start the ones for the next fandom, but I am already leaving them prepared.

And I found, on my main blog today, what seems to be a one of a kind fic with an unusual character... It is a platonic fic, but it made me curious... And although this is different from my usual polls, I think this is the best place to post this...

Also, is there any other side character (besides Wellington, he seems he is or at least was quite popular), you would like to see being brought up to fics?

Although I guess Ikemen Vampire has way less interesting side characters than Ikemen Prince, still I want to take this opportunity to ask

[readerinsertfanfiction]

In Another Life

I was a participant in the Ikemen Vampire Gift Exchange organised by @ikemenlibrary! Thank you so much for hosting this fun little event <3 My giftee victim was @batteryrose​ whose Bloodborne AU art has hugely inspired me to write the piece that follows. Enjoy! 

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Arthur Wellesley (Duke Wellington) 

Warnings: Bloodborne AU! I think that’s a warning by itself & character death. 

Word count: +/- 1k 

Before the world descended into the madness of its own creation…

He knew how to play the violin. Beautifully so. Napoleon recalled those pale hands holding onto the wooden instrument, the strings singing its tune as the Wellington duke made it sing for him. The day was bright, the sun setting into its later afternoon hues dying the blue that so reminded Napoleon of the eyes of a beloved. A tune strung specially for him. A tune just for his ears to enjoy.

In another world, Napoleon imagined, he would be an emperor and Arthur Wellesley would be his muse. He would be the patron, and enjoy the art that Wellesley could make from his instrument, maybe even more. In another world, where the sky would always be as blue as Wellesley's eyes, and where Wellington would be their whole world.

Bright blues open, a little dazed as the music dies, the last note a proverbial screeching halt. It earns a blush from the man, shame colouring his fair features when Wellesley realises his mistake. "Sorry," he mumbles, a little ashamed, but Napoleon shakes his head, still caught in the spell of his muse.

"You are beautiful," he whispers, meaning to compliment the violin instead, but he means it all the same.

How peaceful those times were.

"Do you hear that?" Wellington says, hands over his ears as he tries to block out the silence that only dwells within him. "The rumbling, the calling, it is chasing after me!" he exclaims, and Napoleon rushes over to his side, falling to his knees as he covers Wellesley's ears.

“You are here; you are with me,” Napoleon tells the man, hands firmly pressed against the sides of Wellington’s face, fingers tangled in his hair as he peers deeply into the eyes of a beloved. The first few times the words soothed Wellesley, and it soothed Napoleon when he felt arms clamp around his shoulders, clinging onto his clothes in that desperate manner that spelled; don’t leave!

“And nothing can get between us,” he promises, for Napoleon means every word. Even when the spells come more often and Wellesley’s screams louder. Even when he knows that the violin won't be played anymore as fingers claw at ears and eyes and skin.

In another world, if he were king, Napoleon would order for the best physicians to come. Invite all specialists to his palace, where they would treat his beloved.

He knows how inevitable the affliction is, however. Going much beyond all knowledge of the common man.

"There is a cure," a pale man says. Hair like snow and eyes as red as blood. He reminds Napoleon of a winter day, where the sky is grey and sombre unlike the eyes of his beloved. The one waning away as he screams of voices Napoleon can't hear.

The promise of a cure throws all caution into the wind as Napoleon accepts a deal he is about to regret.

The descent of evil.

Old blood, Vlad named it, the scholar of the new healing school. A rare medicine, a miracle cure that can treat all ails. Soon Wellesley is laughing again, the sound no one else could hear gone and his eyes bright. The eyes Napoleon loves so much. The eyes that remind him of the clear sky above Wellington. Wellington, which they had to leave for Yarnham.

Yarnham, where blood floods, regular human blood, blood of the monsters, not the blood he needs.

"Paleblood," Vlad calls Napoleon, his sword dripping with the dark liquid of the beasts that haunt this place, "what do you bring?" came the constant question. The price for medicine was steep, too steep to pay off, and thus Napoleon gave his own service.

In another world, he thought, where I'm a soldier dyed in blood, I hope it is Wellesley who will save me.

The reality was different, as Wellesley stood by his side, the smell of taint, and dried blood harsh in his clothes, his once bright eyes dull as he stared ahead. 'I pulled him down,' Napoleon realises, the medicine working in its mysterious ways. The sounds are gone, but Wellesley's parlour is pale, and his eyes shift, shifting as if sensing something looming in the shadows, as if seeing something he can't see.

"Don't go there," Wellesley tells Napoleon, and he would listen, thinking that it is Wellesley who is afraid, thinking that he needs to console his beloved.

Soon even the old blood loses its effect. The sounds come back, a screech, a beckoning, so Wellesley describes it. Accompanied with a sight, a description, looming, and horrifying, hiding in the shadows.

"It is hideous," Wellesley tells Napoleon, his eyes stained with tears, the white parts now red and bloodshot. Even his hands, these artisan hands, steady and slender, are now haggard, the tips rough and bitten; the skin dry and patched. Those beautiful fingers that held the bow against the stringed instrument and made music. Those very same fingers dig and dig and dig until the sky is taken out of his eyes.

“Hold!” Wellesley hisses, grabbing hold of Napoleon’s arm, “don’t,” he says more calmly as Napoleon turns around halfway. A choice he soon regrets, flinching at the dried patches of what was once red and before that blue.

Another night, another fight, another hunt. The beasts are out, the people are inside, the hunters give chase, and Napoleon has sensed one of the beasts in an alley up ahead. He felt their presence; he could smell their tainted blood. “What is wrong?” Napoleon questions, and Wellesley visibly gulps, face turning over to the creature looming behind his partner, its beak wide open as if ready to swallow the hunter whole. The one Napoleon doesn’t see, even if he is the one with eyes.

“Don’t you see it? Don’t you see what stands behind you?” Wellesley sounds exasperated, his voice haggard, as if he had run a mile instead, as if just stopping a sword fight with Napoleon. Panic is flooding over, and Napoleon can see that, quick to let go of his weapon as he holds Wellesley tight, hands firmly planted on the shoulders of his beloved, who was looking less and less like the muse he had once dreamt of.

It disturbs Napoleon to know that Wellesley still sees something he can't, despite robbing himself of the sense of sight. It disturbs Napoleon to know that the figments won't leave him as they hunt the beasts. It disturbs Napoleon that he can’t ever understand what is plaguing Wellesley in sound and in sight; for he never hears or sees the same.

It disturbs him more to know that, despite the lack of sight, Wellesley still accurately picks out the beasts when they hunt. The glint of a sword swiftly slashing behind him; the thud of a beast falling to the pavement as Napoleon realises his one hunter’s mistake.

“Don’t you understand,” Wellington says, his expression cast to the ground as his sword drips, almost gleaming from all the blood it had collected, “haven’t you seen the truth, yet?” he says, to which Napoleon doesn’t know how to react, for he has. Every hunter faces the truth, sooner or later, but at last they will, inevitably.

“Lord Vlad holds the truth, the cure,” Wellington continues, a hand reaching towards the spot where his eyes once were, “he taught me not to fear the unseen, that which you can’t see; he taught me why.”

Napoleon knows it is the old blood. He knows what it does. He doesn’t know how to stop, however. Just that it has to stop.

“The truth?” Leonardo repeats after Napoleon. Wellesley isn’t by his side. A choice that’s for the best, for no one can know about the betrayal Napoleon is about to inflict. The hunter runs a hand through his hair, pushing the long unkempt manes out of his eyes as he releases another cloud of smoke. “Follow me,” is all that Napoleon is told as he follows after the man they call the leader of all hunters, hoping that he has an answer for his quest.

Instead they enter a room, dimly lit with a single figure seated in a high chair. The steady rise and fall of the chest has Napoleon believe that the person is asleep. Comte, the golden scion of the old college. As golden as the stories had described him to be, stuck in a deep slumber made of his own regret when Vlad had abandoned him.

“Believe me when I say I have tried every method there is to wake him up,” Leonardo sighed, a hand running through his hair before rubbing the rough stubbles under his chin, “so, that’s your way out, kid.” With that Napoleon is left with even more questions as he stares at the man who holds all the answers, but is unable to speak.

“The curse of the hunter is,” Wellesley speaks in a moment of sanity, his breath laboured as he fights his own visions, eyes scattering all over in the darkness where nothing can be perceived, “the curse is knowing the truth, sooner, later, one day, the truth will come,” he breathes and Napoleon stares at him in confusion as Wellesley shakes his head, kneeling down as he presses his palms together.

“Wake me up from this dream, I wish to wake from this nightmare,” he requests, and Napoleon feels his jaw stiffen, knowing that he can’t deny this request.

Napoleon wakes up with a start, squinting at the way the sun glares down on him despite the shade of the tree above. The sun has turned, and he is awakened, greeted by a stark blue up ahead that reminds him of the eyes of a beloved. A memory floats up from the fog of his still waking mind, whispering the end of his dream;

“The truth, my dear friend,” the man on his lap coughs, the old blood demanding its price, but the body empty of anything but the last breaths shared, “the truth is that there is no way out. Not out of the dream, not out of this, none.”

In another life, Napoleon determined, he doesn’t mind what man he becomes. In another life, Napoleon just hopes to give Wellesley half the love he had deserved and more.

[blxxdingtoy]

Duke of Wellington fan route

So tbh I been thinking about this men for 4 days straight already (Blame @batteryrose for that their art is so good and the men is handsome as heck in their style) so I decided to think on a route for him. Ofc the characterization and design in mind is from @/batteryrose so credit to them for that!

This is more like a rough draft that is trying to connect the cgs I thought about, maybe later I’ll come out with a better story or even a script for it but anyway.

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For me Wellesley wouldn’t live in the mansion, to start with, his first enconter with the MC would be more like her succesfully running from the mansion but bc Shakespeare is a little bitch- I mean searching for new inspiration he already got Wellesley around and telling him that Napoleon Bonaparte is living in the mansion so his reasons to be so close is that he is spying in him, I’m torn between going with the idea @//batteryrose have of him forgetting to drink rouge and almost attacking the MC when she is asking for help or him seeing her flee and just going to help bc y’know; a woman that is living in that place is asking for help so he goes bc he is not really a jerk to ignore it?? In anyway somehow they struck a conversation and MC kind off explain her situation, Idk if Sebastian would come and find her or Wellesly would go with her to the gates of the mansion.

After that is just your constant magical encounters that happened mostly bc you could said this route will share alot of stuff with Napo’s route bc it seems poetic lmao (I’m already picturing a cute coffee date tbh) but the points is that in this route Napo and the MC are pretty close. At some point between those exchanges Arthur/Wellesly founds out about MC coming from the future (her begin close to Napo is not really a secret as Wellington has been stalking both of the all this time) (Also ofc the one who told him was bitch ass Shakespeare)

Like with Napo, one of the main conflicts would be Wellington not knowing what he is back and despise all of this lovey-dovey moments with the MC he still comes to the conclution that: “Huh so I guess I’ll kill Napoleon again.” And ofc kindnaps the MC bc I like the idea of this route begin kind of a parallel of Napo.

This is the moment the second CG comes! I imagine it would either when they are in the abandoned shack/whatever that was or when MC was in the horse with him, in both cases they would be looking at eachother and Wellesly will be looking painfully guilty and would be also the first time MC calls him “Arthur”.

The fight with Napo happens and Wellesly is forced again to flee and leaving (This scene will probably changes alot so the whole giving Napo your blood doesn’t happen but that’s a work in progress still)

After that Wellesly, instead of sending the threat with the apples, will send a letter to the MC and Napoleon or something like that in one apologizing and begin sad and cute and romantic at the same time (MC) and in the other he will be challenging Napo to fight. Napo’s go and MC follows him with Jean like in Napo’s route.

The fight will ofc changes alot to go with the route but they still fall and MC offers him her blood (ANOTHER CG BTW YAY!) we have a small talk about that Wellesly might have found what he was missing and they take them to the mansion.

Idk what could happen as y’know, in dramatic and romantic ending, but one idea I have for one of the CGs is having Wellesly kneeling infront of the MC asking her not to go back to her time?? Or maybe him asking to go with her both ideas to me are good. The other CG idea is the MC and Wellesly dancing together.

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I’m sorry if is not that good, again this is more like a rough draft then a well thought and writted, it has only been a couple of days and this is what I could come up with. You guys can send ask about this, it would be fun and it would help me alot too.

[aavalon]

Dazai: and now for a gay update with Napoleon and Wellington

Napoleon: getting gayer

Dazai: thank you, Napoleon

[batteryrose]

Photograph of two men. (1889)

[weird-profiterole]

"My whole world" or "how smooth Napoleon can be"

Old comic I forgot to post 😅

Don't repost, only reblog

[xxsycamore]

Update: requests closed!

🌈 Ikemen mlm and wlw requests OPEN!🌈

It's still pride month, the temperature just reached 38° at my place and I have the afternoon off, so while I'm stuck indoors let's try doing a different round of requests this time!

I'm joining the fun of Different Universe, Same Love 2 CCC hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me, and I think of writing ficlets (200-500 words) for all 13 AUs of the list!

MLM - Character x Character ; WLW - MC X Genderbend!Character

^ Please only request for one of these two categories!

Ikemen Revolution and Ikemen Vampire only.

Character ship examples: Comte x Leonardo; Arthur x Theo; Napoleon x Jean... Ray x Fenrir; Lancelot x Ray; Sirius x Harr; Dalim x Seth... You can send every two characters that you ship together, no matter how niche your ship is. This is your chance. The only rule is don't request incest!

Genderbend characters will be paired with the canon MCs only!

NSFW is allowed. (MDNI)

Refresh this post (not a reblog of it, because those are not updating the changes made in the original post) before sending your requests to check the availability! Once a prompt is taken, I'll cross it out.

AU prompts:

Bodyguard AU Genderbent!Oliver x MC

Mafia AU Napoleon x Wellington

Angels and Demons AU Theo x Shakespeare

Pirate/Mermaid AU Napoleon x Jean

Social Media AU Genderbent!Fenrir x MC

Coffee shop AU Edgar x Zero

Flower shop AU Genderbent! Seth x MC

Celebrity AU Genderbent!Zero x MC

Bookstore AU Isaac x Arthur

Forbidden love AU Jonah x Lancelot

Soulmates AU Napoleon x Jean

Office AU Leonardo x Comte

Circus/Magic AU - Napoleon x Genderbent!MC

FREE PROMPT - TEACHER AU Harr x Sirius

Dialogue prompts: Add one to your request if you want to. These can be used more than once, I won't cross out anything.

"Him? Are you kidding me? He's not even my type!"

"We didn't even exchange numbers! I'm such a fool."

"We should have never met."

"Ah, it's you again! Do you come here often?"

"I'll be waiting at our spot. Make sure no one sees you."

"Promise me we will always have each other."

"Maybe we'll meet again someday."

Happy Pride, everyone! I'm excited to see what comes into my inbox! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜

[naresnani]

Ikevamp as Highschool teachers AU

and I'm just going to imagine my own Indonesian public high school rn because fuck it

Gym teacher Napoleon: I DO Not Care what anyone else thinks napoleon should be This idea won't leave my head no matter what!!!!! Help me!!

Napoleon dealing with teenagers being insane all day seems like the life he wanted! The boys gets along with him and they even hang out in the canteen often. The girls rely on him for various helps. Very popular teacher. Most students love him

History teacher Wellington: he's incredibly boring for everyone except the extremely nerdy. Likes to write on the whiteboard instead of using the projector, but he got a terrible cursive writing. He loves getting questions but doesn't show it....

Most students use his boring class to secretly work on other classes HWs. He'd try to stop them with surprise quizzes. They don't like him :)

Also GUESS WHAT! THESE TWO ARE DATING! WHAT ELSE DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME

More hcs: Wellesley is really really bad with technology. Napoleon would drag Isaac to his desk so Isaac would help him with the, the microsoft excel document. He did something with the tables and now it's all only showing the same numbers. Please help. (Napoleon kinda Suck with computers too and probably made things worse.)

Speaking of, Computer teacher Isaac turned math teacher: at some point in my hs years they decided that they don't need the computer class anymore. So it went poof. They still give the teachers jobs teaching something else but goddamn this poor boy!

Mister Isaac is pretty good but he teaches too fast sometimes. You just have to go up to his desk in front of the class with your notebook and then huddle around him with your friends as he explain better.

Art teacher Leonardo: I feel like my art teacher was practically similar to this guy. Constantly smells of smoke. Chill and lazy. Likes to tease his students about their terrible, terrible artwork.

You just have to match his vibes to like him.

Music teacher Mozart: He despises his students treatments of the school's musical instrument. They don't get enough funding from the goddamn government to buy more of these precious things

English teacher Arthur: gets along with the weird nerdy kids.

Literature teacher Dazai: supports your yaoi fanfiction for the assignment!

Comte: the headmaster.

The others: Alright.... Hah.... I've lost my juice......if anyone else got an idea then please..........

Tagging: @kissmetwicekissmedeadly because I just talked about it with her a couple of hours ago......

[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp: Wellesley

I've always wanted to draw @weird-profiterole 's version of the Duke of Wellington, but I...am not so great at drawing men so...yeah.

So after 1200 years of practice, here he is!

Tada~

🌸

[austerlitzxwaterloo]

Happiness can take different shapes,

For Napoleon, it's round shaped.

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