#ikevam shakespeare

[weird-profiterole]

"The idea the Isaac Newton invented Gravity"

Inspired from a silly discussion we got with @yanderepuck

And if you ask Jean how comes he didn't see the English floating around during war, he would answer "because they were wearing armors obviously."

Don't repost, only reblog

[aquaaquamarine]

Re-reading Will’s route and reading this chapter while listening to But Daddy I Love Him by Taylor Swift because the song just makes sense and it fits ✨

[sadcacao]

[thedivinetarot-2]

10 Reasons you're William

1) You love collecting jewelries and perfume.

2) You hate brown-nosing.

3) You are afraid of the dark.

4) You dislike oily and fatty food.

5) You are good at spying on other people.

6) You stalk your crush.

7) You always have hidden motive others can't see.

8) You have mismatch eye color.

9) You're possessive over your S.O.

10) You're lonely but come off as prideful.

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Post date: 20th/Jun/2023

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[candied-boys]

😳😳😳😳😳🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[laitolove]

Will’s Birthday CGs 🥵🥵🔥

[klutzyroses]

Happy Birthday Will~✍️

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[unicornwithachainsaw83]

Need help looking for a fic!

I’m looking for an Ikemen Vampire fic where William Shakespeare returns to the mansion. Could someone please let me know if they find one or if they know any? I’d appreciate it. If I can’t find one I might just write one myself.

[candied-boys]

Beautiful

@hhoneypop. — “ maybe i can break the curse, and i can be your love forever. . . ”

[weird-profiterole]

Yes, I drew this a while ago but forgot to post it 🙃

The first batch is here (Napoleon - Leonardo - Jean - Arthur)

[aquaaquamarine]

I love you, it’s ruining my life. 🩶🤍🖤

[silversparkz]

Can I have a ikemen vampire Shakespeare bun? Pls ❤️ ur art is amazing

🥺Thank you!!

[candied-boys]

This is the best. I'm smiling ear to ear! Someone, let's make this a whole fic!!!

Finding Vincent™

*Warning: Spoilers for Vincent’s route ending mentioned* 

So, the current wedding event has Vincent and MC reminiscing on conversations from his route, which makes me want to believe that at some point they do return from modern day. And I’d like to imagine that it went a little something like this: 

After Vincent and MC start living together in the future. Back at the mansion… 

Shakespeare finds out that Vincent followed MC through the door, which prompts him to do the same

Theo catches Shakes opening the door and runs after him, they both end up running down the hall beyond the door into the time-warp zone.

Both of them arrive together in the 21st century with the same goal of Finding Vincent™

They end up stuck together, trying to navigate the modern world (and struggling comically).

Eventually, Comte catches word of Theo and Shakes leaving through the door, and he’s pissed.

So, he follows them with the intent of bringing them (ideally all) back, and handing out punishments for meddling with the door.

In the end, Theo and Shakes find Vincent and MC. Then, Comte finds them all and invites everyone to come back home.

Here’s my favorite part: At the door’s entrance, Vincent and MC are holding hands and ready to go. Comte is right behind them, giving the couple an “After you” in his gentlemanly tone while he’s clutching Theo and Shakes by the ear, and his two rowdy sons are wincing and whining from the pain and the embarrassment of getting caught.

…And they all lived happily ever after.

 You’ve heard of Friends to Lovers, now get ready for FOES to BROS 

ft. Theo and Shakes’ adventures in Modern land

and the struggles of two lesser vamps trying to find ethical sources of Rouge

and the evil evil escalators

Thank you for listening to my TedTalk

[thedivinetarot-2]

Shakespeare 6th birthday 🎂

Wow I had to admit that it is so erotic 🔥

Credit to Cybired

Pinterest @anastasialeonardodavinci

[candied-boys]

Blooming Red

Ikevamp x afab reader - no character specified so pick your fav vampire

Tw: period, blood, biting, blood sucking, birth control, reader orgasm

Pet names: good girl, my love

Tags: fluff, picnic, slice of life, menstruation, caring bf, feeling unwell

You should have known. You should have seen the signs that cautioned you all week. But you ignored them, clinging to the new found hope that came with the tiny technology you happened to bring with you that fateful day at the Louvre. It was the one thing you were most grateful to have when the moon waxed and waned but you chose to remain by his side.

Birth control.

You opted for the method with 99% protection, no anxiety about missing a day, and (just as importantly) a lighter period. That time of the month had always been a menace. Between the crippling pain, the upset stomach, and the exhaustion, it had stolen so many weeks of your life.

But eventually you wondered if all the suffering you put up with was worse than the ‘horrible side effects’ you'd heard so much about from chemical birth control. So when you tried the hormonal IUD and your period stopped all together, you knew it was the right choice for you.

For the first time in a decade you felt well. However, you had been warned that it wouldn't last forever, that your body would adjust to the hormones within a year or so, that the bleeding would eventually return.

And it did, but infinitely more bearable. The bleeding was hardly enough to even colour the fabric of your undergarments it was so light, and all the other symptoms had disappeared.

At least until this week.

You passed off the light fevers that warmed your cheeks in the afternoons as overexertion from work. The nagging hip tightness that gradually became an ache was nothing more than you having neglected your stretches. Surely some yoga would fix it. Even the tummy trouble was easy to dismiss as having eaten (or not eaten) something or other.

So, with a year of freedom behind you, the last thing you anticipated was pain bad enough to have you doubled over. Least of all while out on a picnic this sunny spring day.

You could feel the numbness spreading little by little as you sat there playing with the flowers you'd picked. It was negligible though, just enough to be felt but not anywhere near enough to call it a day. Only after spending a few hours in the cooler-than-anticipated breeze did the pain start to flare.

With the shadows long and the basket empty, the two of you decided to head home. You kept quiet, planning to take a hot bath once back. And so hand in hand, you left the meadow.

But you hardly topped the next hill when you were struck down, the discomfort suddenly agony, your legs aching and numb, your back sore, your head light, and your skin clammy.

He didn't waste time asking what the cause was, instead threading the basket handle into one elbow and scooping you up in his arms. He could see your pained expression clearly now, and quickly surmised this wasn't unexpected on your part or you would be panicking. Your calm, although very ill, demeanor told him everything he needed to know as he headed swiftly back.

You often forget just how strong he is because he's always so gentle with you, but cradled against his chest you're reminded just how much strength his loving arms hold. He doesn't struggle or huff. He shows no signs of exertion. He merely readjusts you now and again to keep you comfortable in his embrace.

Back in your room he sets you down carefully and slips you out of any restraining clothes before tucking you under the blankets. With a kiss he leaves and returns as promised a while later laden with everything he thought might help.

A bed warmer full of hot stones from the common room fireplace, your favourite tea, soup from the kitchen, sweets and treats in tins and jars, and all the natural remedies he could find in the house from herbal patches to perfumed oils.

Unsure where to start he asks what you'd prefer, but your answer leaves his mouth hanging open.

“You want me to bite you?!” he confirms in a whisper.

“Please? I think it would help with the pain… That's what the pleasurable side effect is for, right?”

“Yes, but… are you sure your body can handle it right now?” he counters, taking a seat on the bed and pressing his hand to your forehead.

“I'm already feeling so weak I'm not going to get out of bed the rest of the day… I don't think it could do more than knock me out for the night.”

“What about the blood loss? Since you're already bleeding, won't it make you anemic?”

“I don't think so. You know I'm hardly bleeding at all. You said you didn't even notice because you couldn't smell it, right?”

“I guess… if you're really certain it's what you want, my love.”

With a nod and a faint smile you assure him and he gives you a peck in confirmation.

“Then, how about here?” he asks, and rubs your leg through the covers. “I think closer to the source of the pain might be more effective. Also there's a good artery here, so it's easier for me.”

Turning down the blanket, you let him do as he sees fit.

“Lie back,” he instructs gently with a warmth in his eyes that makes you feel incredibly safe. “Good girl. Are you comfortable? Yeah? Alright, spread your legs for me. There we go.”

Holding your gaze, he positions himself, arms linked beneath each knee, hands resting on your hipbones, and his mouth against your inner thigh, then waits for your final consent. When you nod, his jaw closes around a mouthful of soft flesh. Although you know what's coming and you even begged him for it yourself, your body still jolts as his fangs slice into you.

However, the poison immediately spreads through the punctured vessel and into your bloodstream — easing the pain of the wound and, just as you had hoped, the aches in the rest of your body too. Heartbeat by heartbeat, the torment subsides until you feel yourself relax. In the wake of relief, pleasure begins to wash through you. Mild at first, it surges as he continues to drink his fill, reaching a crest and wrecking you on a shore of ecstasy.

“Feel better, my love?” he asks as he laps at the bite, blood drunk eyes locked on yours glittering with afterglow.

“Mhm,” you hum out of breath and stretch your arms to beckon him to you.

Crawling over you, he steals a kiss and wraps you up in his arms, tucking your head beneath his chin and rubbing your back as you drift off together.

[shookspearewrites]

Hey there my little anon, thank you so much for this! We all know that I love our silly little poet man so I really enjoyed writing this even though it did take me so so long to get around to >2<

- JJ x

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William Shakespeare:

MC felt hot tears fall onto their pink cheeks, their chest tight as they read the most beautiful words of love written in human history. They snuggled the warm blanket up over their own softly shaking shoulders as the prettily penned poetry they he read blurred a little from the tears in their eyes.

William poked his head around the corner from the kitchen to check on his beloved, his wine red hair tied back, long sleeves rolled up and an apron keeping his clothing clean. The playwright quirked a brow when he noticed MC shaking where they lay on the sofa, prompting him to drop the pan he was drying up and rush to their side. Will knelt by MC’s side, reaching his gentle hand to cradle their cheek and brush away their salty tears, “Lamb of mine, why dost thou weep so?” He craned his head forward and pressed kiss to each of MC’s cheeks, his lips brushing away his darling’s tears, “Alloweth me to steal thine tears away, mine turtledove. Pray tell,” Shakespeare attempted to peer at the book MC was reading, “Whose words stir thine beautiful heart?”

“Y-your’s, Will,” MC stuttered out, swallowing down another wave of tears, “Your w-writing is so passionate.” They handed the little book to their boyfriend whose handsome face lit up with recognition at the title written on the dark leather cover,

“Ah yes, Anthony and Cleopatra dost often waver the gentle of heart.” The poet smiled softly at MC before placing the old book down on the coffee table and pulling his love into his arms, “ ‘Tis alright, flower of mine. Still thine tears, now.” William’s hand was warm as it stroked MC’s back lovingly and the sweet scent of his perfume - summer roses and rich sage - comforting as it washed through their senses.

MC chuckled briefly, hiccupping a little as their tears started to dry upon their cheeks, “You’re wearing a new perfume. It’s nice.” They raised their gaze to see their lover’s mismatched gemstone eyes and their heart fluttered a little at the look of utter adoration and tenderness he bestowed upon them, “It suits you.”

Shakespeare let out his own short, warm laugh as he watched MC nuzzle their nose against his shirt collar, “Mine sweetness, thou art so very charming. Come,” he stood up and offered his darling his hand, “Let us take thine mind from sorrow. A romantic walk together shalt brighten thy mood.”

The couple had managed to stroll out to the outskirts of the city where they found a field of beautiful wild flowers: the perfect place to sit and watch the sun set together. All through the afternoon, Shakespeare had had his hand on MC, holding their hand, squeezing their waist or as he did now, stroking their hair carefully all to keep them safe. There was something so comforting about his warm touch, lithe hands that wrote the world into existence, capable of so much but primarily, loving his beloved to no end. And there they sat until stars freckled the sky with light and MC could giggled without a worry in the world and then, Shakespeare was content.