#ikevam: jean

[weird-profiterole]

FINALLY POSTING IT

Inspired by screenshots from @annis-rodoria-93 (here)

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[ikemenfanfiction]

“Your Light Found Me…”

Ikemen Vampire Fanfiction (May 2020) Masterlist

Featuring: Jean d’Arc x Female Reader Word Count: 1500 Disclaimer: Ikemen Vampire Characters are the property of Cybird. I make no claim on them as my own. Warnings: Zealous Angst and Depression Note: There were to previous installments of this story but they are lost to the void. I hope this one is still enjoyable.

Jean regretted your first kiss. You knew this. You knew the sting of it. The sadness in his eyes. The fear… You still couldn’t make yourself regret it. You couldn’t make yourself afraid. Not of him. When it came to Jean d’Arc your heart could not feel afraid.

He’d asked you not to seek him out after that. He’d drawn away after you’d spent so much time trying to draw closer. “Can the damned sin, __? Can a demon fall further from heaven, when he is already a fallen angel?” His questions from that night seemed to hollow out his soul. To eat at him continuously every moment he dared to exist. So even though he lived he still felt as though he were dying. “I once knew what it felt like to live a life so full of hope and light that I believed no darkness could touch me.” He’d confided to you when you had convinced him to tell you more about himself. “I never faltered when it came to fulfilling my destiny. No matter what I was accused of, no matter who I lost… I knew my own pain, my own suffering, was simply part of my journey to fulfilling my mission. A mission that was greater than myself. More important than my own life or any of my own desires.” “Yet here, as this fallen creature, this demon condemned to darkness…. my desires overcome my will. My thirst overcomes my own strength. I am weak as a child in the face of temptation. Here there is no saving light. Only a broken creature who once stood between the people of France and their destruction.” You had wondered about the burden of sadness he seemed to carry everywhere with him. It was in those few moments he had finally shown you how consuming that pain was. “I was accused of heresy and burned at the stake… why couldn't I have allowed my suffering to end? What a fool I was to believe I could face this darkness… and still manage to save others.” “I don’t know Jean.” You had replied, unable to keep your voice from trembling. “But when I look at you, I don’t see darkness. I see someone so selfless he’d pay any price to save another person. To protect the innocent, and the suffering… whatever demon you see when you look at yourself? I can’t see him. All I see is the most angelic person I’ve ever met.”   You hadn’t expected him to lean forward. To cup your chin with those long fingers of his, drawing it upward as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips. The warmth of his mouth—of his touch—felt almost like a dream. For he drew away from you much like a dream faded into the morning. “I believe, mademoiselle, that a woman as angelic as yourself may only be capable of seeing light in others. Even when there is only darkness left to be found.” With that he disappeared into the night. Leaving your heart aching and empty. Tonight that ache felt sharper than usual. “Jean.” You sighed peering down into the garden where he had so often walked. He always sought the solitude of the night, drawing away from the other residents like a shadow from the light. Where was he now? It had been days since you had seen him. Despite your insistent inquiries both Napoleon and Mozart had left the question unanswered, and the worry you saw in their eyes made your heart clench painfully in your chest. You did not have much more time before the door opened. Would that night—that one kiss—be all you shared? Would Jean and all his burdens simply fade into your past? The mysteries surrounding the beautiful man that haunted your mind seemed to multiply without any hope of your finding answers. You had a feeling that even if you left all of Jean’s secrets here with him in the past they would continue to haunt you when you returned home. You drew away from your starlit view and instead headed downstairs into the deserted halls of the mansion. It was late enough that no one stirred. Well past midnight by your estimation. At times when sleep eluded you, you’d found one or another of the mansion’s residents also wandering the halls. Tonight, however, remained lonely and silent.

You were returning to your room with a tray of warm milk and some sandwiches, hoping that between the snack and a good book you could settle your mind. Yet, when you approached your door you were surprised to find that the hallway was no longer empty. He stood just outside your door. Too far away to knock, yet staring at it as though he could not tear himself away. He was completely unmoving. You couldn’t even sense the motion of his breathing as you drew closer and he did not turn to greet you. Instead he remained a statue, as perfect and beautiful and timeless as any other sculpture. You wanted to speak, to break the spell he cast. Yet your voice wouldn’t respond to your summons. At last he exhaled and turned to look at you. That beautiful amethyst eye seemed deep as the night itself as he gazed at you. He did not attempt to explain his presence, nor did he leave. Instead he simply looked at you as he would study a beautiful painting in the Louvre. You bit your lip and finally summoned the courage to speak. “I missed you.” Those three words were all you could find. He nodded but still did not explain. You found the courage to set the tray you held on a small table in the hallway and drew closer to him. Searching for something to say. “Jean, I…” “There’s light.” He said finally. “What?” You asked looking up at him. His gaze was so intense it made your heart pound. “When I’m with you… there’s light.” You swallowed. “I never thought it would find me again. I never thought—” He lifted his hand and placed it against his heart, curling his fingers against the fabric of his uniform. “I thought darkness was my fate, __. But your light found me…” He said your name.

He always refused to speak to you in such a familiar way, but now your name on his lips made your breath hitch. When he met your gaze his expression was pained, and a tear escaped and ran down his cheek. You couldn’t bear it anymore. Whatever restraint you had shattered, and you rushed into his arms. Holding him close, a sob of your own escaped as his arms pulled you eve closer. When you lifted your face to his he began kissing you. Tender, insistent adoring kisses that stole your breath away. “I love you Jean.” You whispered between kisses. “I love you so much.” “__….” He spoke your name again with the inflection of surprise. As though the taste of it was so distracting, he didn’t know how to react. Finally, he released the breath he’d been holding and whispered back. “I love you… more than anything in this world. Please, stay right here. Let me love you with everything I have. For my heart is yours and only yours.” “And mine is yours, Jean.” You replied. His mouth found yours again. Yet the passion behind his kiss had intensified. He pressed you back against the wall and the tenderness of his touch turned ardent and seeking. His hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as his tongue parted your lips and explored your mouth. Every movement was heated and insistent. You needed to grasp his shirt front just to keep yourself upright. Your heart was pounding so fiercely you were certain it was attempting to escape from your chest. Yet all you could think of was Jean. All you could feel was Jean. He pulled back, breathing heavily, and you could see the internal battle he was waging for control. “I found people that needed my help when I left. People who couldn’t protect themselves. Who couldn’t finish their journey without a hand from a stranger. Yet, every person I helped made me think of you. I didn’t know why. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He reached up cupping your face in his powerful hand. The size of it seemed to dwarf your cheek, yet the warmth of his touch was so pleasant it almost brouth more tears. “Then I realized it was their eyes. Everyone had this look—this light—in their gaze, and I realized that was it. That was what reminded me of you.” He smiled. Not his almost smile this time… it was the most beautiful thin you’d ever seen. “It almost felt as though you’d followed me, as though you’d sent these people to help me see that I was wrong. That your light was strong enough to guide me. That your love was strong enough to help me.”

He took a step back and knelt down in front of you. Then taking your hands in his he pressed his forehead to them with a reverence that left you speechless. “I pledge my heart to you, _. If you will accept my tattered soul, I offer you my life and all my love. For it was you that showed me how to break free of this darkness. To escape the trap of my existence and see beyond myself again.” “Oh Jean…” Your voice faltered as you threw your arms around him, burying your face against his neck. Would he ever stop ensaring your heart like this? It was already his. How could he capture it all over again with his knightly valor and zealous pledges. He stood scooping you into his arms and drawing you close enough to kiss. “May I enter your room, Mademoiselle? I fear I shall lose myself in my love for you…” You smiled. “Yes, and I’d be happy if you did.” “As you wish then, my love.” He smiled and carried you into his room closing the door behind him.

[ragyragd0ll]

There where too many characters to add in 1 pole, sorry.

[lichtluv]

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𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦...

𝘢 𝘥𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩.

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↳ ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴅ'ᴀʀᴄ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ.

[arthotsglasses]

IkeVam Keychains!

Heyyyooo guys it's been a hot minute since I was last here... haha... BUT, the IkeVam hoodie bois are here in KEYCHAINS!!!

This year so far I'm gonna be at Toronto Comicon in March, Montreal Comicon in July, and Fanexpo Canada in August. These are for sure, and I'm in process of applying to more conventions this year, hope I get in!

In terms of online orders, I will be updating my store page soon to have these added and all, but you can also dm me atm for ordering these bois.

I remember some of you guys were interested so I'm tagging: @strawberry-scum @cowboy-rowlet @koumewkami

[loveinthemaze]

Playing Jeans route rn... somebody come gets this little cunt off my screen

[limonzu]

Just spent hours rereading Jean's whole route

Wow i would die for him 💕

Now to figure out if I will waste my time drawing him or reading hcs/event routes about him

Can't do both at the same time I read pretty fast but not that well multitasking

[ginnojosbride]

ikevamp + birth flowers, pt. 1

[ragfam]

After pic soon xx

[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."

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[thedivinetarot-2]

Things will happen if you decide to stay at Le comte's mansion

Explanation:

In this post I will discuss what will happen with you and what you'll see if you decide to stay in Comte's mansion.

Naked Jean running around the mansion.

You'll be the main topic of the residents conversation.

You'll probably being teased by almost all of the mansion's residents.

Leonardo will drag you wherever he go.

Comte and Arthur going to flirt with you.

Comte having a ballroom party every week but he attend a lot of them during the week.

Probably all the mansion's residents have seen you naked once or twice.

There's nothing that called privacy even if you're in your own room.

Like all the mansion residents have entered to your room one time during the day or even at night.

You'll get used on someone waking you up or a dead body sleeping next to you.

You're their most precious treasure and they're going to protect you no matter what.

Mozart wouldn't stop playing on the piano like the time will pass the midnight and you'll still hear the piano melody playing around.

Tea party with Comte during afternoon time would be a thing too.

He'll invite you to spend time with you.

You and Comte will go for shopping in the most expensive stores in the town and you wouldn't complain because he will spend thousands on you.

Napoleon and teaching lessons to the children in the alley with Isaac almost everyday and you'll attend them to help .

Arthur will try to impress you by solving and analyzing everything you do.

Theo is going to drown everything he eat with sugar or syrup.

Vincent and Isaac have the less loud personalities in the whole mansion.

Jean and Mozart won't spend too much time with you unlike the rest of the residents and especially Dazai.

You caught him entering via your window and you gratitude God he didn't see you naked, you think he didn't but in fact he did see you naked.

Comte have the fatherly personality of the whole mansion so when he hug you or pat your head you wouldn't feel like he is flirting.

Dazai have the most thoughtful character in the whole mansion you'll be surprised of how much he is going to shower you with thoughtful advice.

You'll often see a group of the residents heading naked to the thermae to take a bath together.

Napoleon and Jean will spare together and they love to trian with each other.

Sebastian and his dry jokes.

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I hope you enjoyed reading my work❤.

Have a nice day/evening🤍🦋.

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M

[atelier-maroron]

Today's Protagonist Day 4. Jean d’Arc t w i t t e r 🍨 i n s t a

[arthotsglasses]

Hello everyone, I will be at Toronto Comicon this weekend! My table is A203.

Here are some of the prints and keychain pieces that are new for this convention. See ya soon!! Got those ikevam keychains and Silvio uwu

[acrispyapple]

Ikevam JP: Act 2.5 PV

i hope it’s really angsty Σ(°ｏ°)

[iphigeniainaulis]

Summary: nothing important, just my personal opinion on the symbolism of eyes, accessories and the Moon in Ikevamp

Warnings: minor spoilers for all routes, mild spoilers for Shakespeare and Faust

I just want to say that Ikevamp is probably one of the best otome games in terms of character design. So many tiny details, and the more you read, the more hints you actually find. 

Let's take, for example, Shakespeare. The Act 1 suggests that the Bard of Avon is the main villain of the story. He knows about the revival of the Duke of Wellington and Antonio Salieri, plays a major role in Vincent and MC’s separation, helps Gauguin to bring Theo to the cliff where they play cops and robbers and just acts suspicious in Leo’s route. Many routes include this chapter where Comte rushes to Will’s private villa and asks whether he is behind the drama with historical figures being brought back to life.  

However, Act 2 slowly but gradually dents our confidence. Here we get a chance to meet with the mysterious ‘shade’ in church and find out that during all this time Will has been a double agent. As the story unfolds, Shakespeare’s portrayal also begins to change, especially in terms of his attitude towards Vlad’s ambitions and methods used to achieve them. William from Act 1 acts like a mad genius who is in desperate need of a tragedy that can move everyone's heart, and he won’t hesitate to do everything he can to create his masterpiece. But Will in Act 2 reveals the duality of his soul, showing us that behind that mask of evil goodness there is room for fears, questions doubting the fundamentals of his lord’s moral views and actions Will has to perform himself as his agent on the way to building ‘a perfect future’. In Jean’s route, for example, William is genuinely frightened with Vlad using his power to control Gilles de Rais’s mind, driving the former solder to the point of madness, and Dazai’s route proves that this feeling of pure horror further leads to triggering Will’s psychological trauma as he receives the greater vampire’s ‘gift’. Shakespeare’s own route puts an end to Will’s moral searches, giving an answer regarding what side the writer chooses to be on.

The looks and costumes help us to follow the character’s story. The most catching part of Will’s appearance seems to be his famous heterochromia, the symbolism of which has been probably discussed earlier, so I'll point at the key moments. The bard’s right eye is the color of gold while his left eye is crimson red. And for a good reason.

The red color is considered to be polysemantic. In some cultures it is used to describe love, energy and the welcoming heat of fire, in others — it stands for blood which reminds of wars, danger and violence. There is, however, one thing that unites all these feelings, and it is called passion. Passion can give us energy and strength to move forward, but it can also blind us with anger and jealousy.  

Shakespeare is blind both physically and metaphorically. His red eye is blurry with blood as a result of a childhood’s disease, thus he can’t see anything with it. At the same time, William’s mind is obnubilated with the fear of being not good enough — which is basically the main symptom of the impostor syndrome, hence his desire to write the best tragedy possible in order to prove everyone, himself included, that he does have the talent many praise him for.

The other eye is golden. Here my guess is that this color is mentioned as the opposite to the darkness caused by William’s half-blindness. Golden is another word for ‘light’ desired by Shakespeare’s kind side. This bright side of him makes Shakespeare cherish and enjoy his friendship with Vincent (though it still doesn't prevent him from using the painter as the main source of information coming from the mansion). This kindness dictates Will to help MC when she is attacked by those bastards in the first chapters of his own route. And this very gentleness of his heart is a driving force for his inner protest to Vlad’s wish to kidnap MC in Comte’s route. As you remember, Shakespeare obeyed his lord’s command only under the brainwashing spells and later expressed sincere regrets regarding not being able to stop the pureblood.    

The combination of good and evil, red and golden is an allusion to William's connection with both Vlad (whose eyes resemble crimson moon) and Comte (in the prologue MC describes his gaze as ‘spun gold’). 

Why do I mention the character’s costume at the beginning? Because it enables us to answer what side Will is on even without reading his story. 

If we look at the attire of the Evil Trio, we can actually see that everyone wears a small crescent moon shaped brooch — a particular sign of belonging to their secret community.

William doesn't have one. 

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This is where I was originally planning to stop. In spite of it, I got really interested in the meaning behind those brooches, so I decided to delve a little bit deeper. Again, these are only my own speculations. Probably, Vlad’s route contains the explanation, and I'm dumb. But I haven’t read it yet, so let’s continue.

In general, we can analyze the symbolism behind the crescent moon in two different ways, relying on our knowledge of either mythology or heraldry. 

The crescent symbol has been used in various legends as a divine attribute. In Ancient Greek and Roman mythology the crescent moon is said to represent Selene/Luna, lunar goddess, and some stories suggest that the curves of the crescent shape remind the bow used by Diana, the goddess of hunt. In ancient Egypt people honored the moon god Khonsu whose name can be translated as ‘a traveler’ — a pretty interesting coincidence, considering Vlad’s abilities to travel through times and spaces as an immortal vampire and by using the door. Thus, the crescent shaped brooch may point at the pureblood’s divine origins, explaining on of the reasons why other immortals call him ‘the son of God’. 

On the other hand, the brooch can be a reference to Vlad’s homeland. 

This picture illustrates the coat-of-arms of the Hunyadi family from which, according to some historians, comes the coat-of-arms of Wallachia, the region ruled by the House of Draculesti. A black raven is depicted in the center with a ring in its beak. Later on, the Hunyadi coat-of-arms was added with the image of the crescent in the top right.   

This tradition was further fixed during the reign of Mircea I, the grandfather of Vlad the Impaler, though it slightly differed from the original image as we can see the cross occurring in the central part of Mircea’s seal.

The same image was on the seal of Radu IV, Vlad’s nephew, with the moon replaced to the left. 

Not only that, during the period when Vlad was the Voivode of Wallachia he ordered to mint new trade coins. Up until today only two such coins were described in Romanian numismatic papers. This is one of them with the image of Vlad’s coat-of-arms inside the inner linear circle. Inside the first field there is a waxing half moon and a six ray star below it.

Curious as it is, if we overlay the shapes of a moon and a cross one another, we’ll get the image most close to the original version of the Trio’s brooch. 

Nevertheless, I wouldn't dismiss the third idea that the crescent brooch represents fate that brought everyone together in the XIX century. 

To begin with, the moon plays several roles in the game. Visibly, it acts as a mirror reflecting MC’s feelings and inner thoughts. The prologue shows how much she is frightened of the sudden changes in her life and the prospect of not being able to go back home. XIXth century France is dangerous, and this specific view of the world is emphasized with the nature descriptions. That's why in Arthur’s route the crescent moon is written as a ‘gibbering madman’s smile in the dark sky’, in Vincent's route — as a ‘mocking grin’ fueling MC’s anxiety. 

The Moon in Ikevamp universe, however, is often described as a silent embodiment of fate, the theme of which runs through the story like a golden thread. The crescent moon takes the role of a powerful force, guiding MC through the door (in Isaac’s route MC even asks herself, 'Had that moon guided me? Was I under its sway?'), dominating behind the walls of the Musee du Louvre (in Leonardo’s route MC thinks, ‘I wound up in an eventime world ruled by a crescent moon’).

The epilogues of some of the stories contain the scene where MC is shown to enjoy the view of the sky and remembers how the same crescent she saw on her very first night in the mansion was a harbinger of a major turning point in her life. A very clever choice of structuring writing as it allows to logically loop the plot. 

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This is where I need to stop, but I want to say just a few more words about two other members of the Trio. Faust and Charles. What does the crescent mean for them?

Now, I’m not a huge fan of searching for a black cat in a dark room, especially if there is no one there. This is the exact reason why I had to abandon the theory about the link between the brooch and Charles's past as an executioner. It's too far-fetched whereas we have a far more satisfying answer. Wearing the brooch, Faust and Charles show loyalty to their sire. At least, in the case of Charles it does seem true, taking into account his obsession with Vlad.    

But with Faust it's a bit more complicated. 

The central conflict in his route is called 'man against self' or, more precisely, a priest searching for and finding the lost faith. These searches stem from a plethora of moral dilemmas such as the right of a man wearing a cross to rebel against God watching the injustice of the world; the existence of so-called ‘fair sacrifice’ when in order to save hundreds of lives you have to kill one or vice versa.

Faust himself is portrayed as a ridiculously cynical and unprincipled man who doesn't scorn to experiment on corps and sincerely despises any sign of human weaknesses. At the same time, this very man is the one who supplements the citizens with the medicine without taking any money, spends his free time with orphans and despite looking genuinely annoyed cares about their well-being, knowing too well what it's like to be deprived of love and compassion. He’s given up on merciful Heaven because he’s never been a subject of mercy. Still, everyday he goes to church and listens to confessions of his parishioners. 

I don't want to spoil other details of his route, but I think it's of particular importance to discuss MC’s words she tells him in the final chapters. As I understand, their meaning is somehow close to 

‘your hands are what give others hope’

This is such a beautiful and touching way of saying that despite Faust telling her multiple times that he sees no hope in the future, in reality he carries it deep inside his heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't see the point in being revived as a vampire and rebelling the very principles of the world’s existence, he wouldn't listen and give a helping hand to the praying people in church, knowing a common belief that a person can to speak to God via priests as his voice on Earth.        

No matter how hard the obstacles were, how painful and lonely he felt, Faust never wanted to lose hope and faith in his abilities to change his destiny by creating a world where everyone’s prayer can be heard. 

How on Earth is the crescent moon involved here?

At this moment you should know I am a myth nerd.

The crescent was associated with goddess Hekate in the Roman Time Period and in Late Antiquity. While she wasn't originally a lunar goddess and a part of the Pantheon, Hekate was still known as the deity of dark magic, medicine and necromancy. Faust, as mentioned before, is attracted to alchemy, pharmaceutical and paranormal studies as well as experiments on the dead. According to the legend, he also used to practice witchcraft.   

Alongside with that, Hekate had an important mission of guiding the lost souls. A crescent, her attribute, was incorporated in many poems and writings as a metaphor for hope that the moonlight gives to travelers as they try to see the road in the darkness of the night. 

So, Faust’s crescent shaped brooch in the game may be another way of proving that in spite of all his bravada and claimed indifference, the truth is he always wears hope on his chest, though he can't see it as he doesn't listen to his heart (that's why the brooch is on the right and not on the left). 

Hope drives him forward, makes him use everything he can —knowledge, experience, will — to create a brighter future. Hope creates aspiration, and aspiration nourishes hope. In fact, this is what brings Ikevamp Faust close to Goethe's character.   

In Part I Scene I: Night there is a marvelous monologue of Faust addressing the moon. 

‘O, may you look, full moon that shines,  On my pain for this last time:  So many midnights from my desk,  I have seen you, keeping watch:  When over my books and paper,  Saddest friend, you appear!’

He wishes to leave the material world he lives in in order to achieve his greatest goal — to learn the irreversible laws of the universe. As he speaks, the moon becomes something more than a lifeless object, it represents his aspiration, distant and difficult, almost impossible. 

‘… And need you ask why my heart  Makes such tremors in my breast?  Why all my life-energies are  Choked by some unknown distress?’   

[redheadkittys]

...bringing back this masterpiece of an event bc of Jean birthday...

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