#ikevam: jean

[weird-profiterole]

FINALLY POSTING IT

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

Don't repost, only reblog

[ragyragd0ll]

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

[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

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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.

[ragfam]

After pic soon xx

[loveinthemaze]

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

[lorei-writes]

And only if possible

✨Jean

Thank you

Have a wonderful day 👉👈🙌❤

"Mademoiselle? Do you have a moment?"

(...)

"No, it isn't anything urgent... There is just something I don't understand."

"Sebastian has written this down. ILY and LYSM. I can read that after our lessons, but... I don't understand still. He's said it's an experiment and showed me several more of them."

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"Mademoiselle? Is everything okay? I should... BRB... with water for you."

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[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

[kurishiri]

okay, before getting into anything, this is just my personal opinion, having read his route and being a fan of him since IkeVam’s first day release. That said, there may be minor spoilers of his route here mainly to explain my view here, as I really do think it takes a read through his own route to really understand the full picture of the potential “why” he has captured the hearts of many fans.

yes, honestly, part of the reason might be because he’s casual and playful, and he knows how to interact and socialize without coming off as very awkward, as flirtatious he can be with the mc. (I tend to find in my times playing otome games that, the ones who seem the most flirtatious or cheerful, often hide a side or sadness to themselves they don’t want others to know… and I’m all in for that.) Plus, in other routes aside from his own, he serves as a confidant of sorts for her — when mc doesn’t know what to do with her feelings, or what her feelings toward others can even be called, in some cases Arthur is the one to reach out to her; all this to say, he’s actually extremely perceptive and sensitive of others despite his shallow “nature.”

as an aside, it’s interesting how often he seems to dislike or clash with Dazai unless it comes to Isaac (lmao), but in actuality the two are very similar in that they show a shallow side to themselves, but there’s always intention behind their actions, they are both very perceptive toward others… and they carry with them a deep trauma. Maybe they clash in turn because they’re similar??

I think it’s also safe to say that people are also drawn to characters with many sides naturally. Characters with a “gap” are considered endearing, because this is something we come to unearth by spending time with them or it’s like a funny quirk… or, it’s an embracing of the positive and negative sides of a real, genuine human: for example, Jean seems so stoic and serious, but he’s so atrocious in the kitchen that it’s lovable to fans how clumsy he is in some senses. It’s like the whole “despite abc, he’s also xyz” mindset. I think this aspect is very apparent in Arthur, specifically because he is meant to come off as a shallow skirt chaser at first.

in Arthur’s case, he’s very multifaceted: while he is flirtatious and shallow at first, he also has a gentlemanly side; is, and — as one may later find out — always has been since the beginning of his route, willing to help mc; is dedicated to writing; and most of all carries with him a deep shadow of his past to the point he experiences flashbacks of those moments.

oh and, Arthur’s route is like the epitome of a friends to lovers story with a bit of a redemption arc, a trope many seem to enjoy. I myself am not a huge fan of the friends to lovers trope in and of itself, but there’s just something very charming about the friendship mc and Arthur share in his route, to me at least.

perhaps it’s the way they are portrayed as a detective and his assistant in the latter half of the route and are meant to parallel Holmes and Watson; we are initially shown a sense of self-deprecation through the lens of Holmes, so to see themselves sort of play into this relationship and just… have fun together may have been a way to symbolize the “chains of his past” slowly breaking down, or a slow growth into acceptance that he may be flawed, but he is fine just the way he is.

I'm confused, why is Arthur so popular?

No shade or anything, and I don't know much about Ikevamp suitors other than Shakespeare, but I don't really see the appeal... why is he so popular in the fandom?

I tend to like less popular characters anyway so I can't see why... can't really convince me because I uninstalled Ikevamp already (literally played Will's and called it a day). but I'm just curious, why is Arthur as popular as he is? if it's for the playboy aspect... then shouldn't Nokto be more popular? if the only reason is nothing deeper than "he's silly", I'm gonna throw something

[ginnojosbride]

ikevamp + birth flowers, pt. 1

[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

[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

[arthotsglasses]

Can you draw Ikemen vampires in cozy hoodie blankets? It’s like a blanket but you wear it like a hoodie, it’s a top and it can be cozy with the plush.

Thank you for your time.

weeee some of them turned out really cute! maybe future keychain material??

[atelier-maroron]

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

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Ikevam JP: Act 2.5 PV

i hope it’s really angsty Σ(°ｏ°)