#ikevamp wolfgang mozart

[chevlvrs]

Feminist icon if you ask me

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𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏.

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[arthurs-puppygirl]

My sleep paralysis demons watching me sleep:

[writingwhimsey]

Whimsey's Naughty or Nice Event

Part 3 of @tooold4thisish request :) Features ikevamp Mozart. I hope you like what I came up with.

Prompt: Ugly Sweater- Naughty

Suitor: ikevamp Mozart

Warnings: NSFW 18+ content, fingering, PIV, vampire biting, blood drinking

The Monstrosity

“What…are you wearing?”

I turned around at the sound of the sharp voice coming from behind me. I smiled as I looked at my lover. “It’s an ugly sweater.” I answered, gesturing to the gaudy monstrosity of yarn, decorated with tencel, and snowmen and trees, and even a few ornaments, that was my sweater.

“Clearly.” Mozart replied. “Why?”

“Because we are doing an ugly sweater party.” I answered. “I made you one, too.” I was then picking up a matching ugly sweater I had made for him as well. “We will totally win with these.”

“So…the point is to actually have and WEAR the ugliest sweater at the party?” He asked.

I nodded. “You have that right. Now come on and put it on, Wolf.”

He looked at the sweater, still blinking as if trying to process the fact that it was for him. “I… I don’t think I can wear that.”

I gave him a pout. “Please? For me? I really want us to win the contest.”

Mozart sighed. “Alright, alright, mein Liebe". For you.”  

I was happy when he took the sweater and put it on. I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

“No one outside of this mansion is to ever know of this.”

I giggled. “I swear.”

We attended the party together, thankfully it was just downstairs in the dining room. We ate a large dinner, played games, exchanged gifts…and thanks to my creative handy work, Mozart and I won the ugly sweater contest.

Afterwards, we snuck away to his room. As soon as we were inside, Mozart pealed off his sweater and then turned to me. “I have been wanting out of that as soon as I put it on.”

I giggled. “Well, thank you for putting up with it for me.”

Mozart smiled tenderly at me as he walked closer. His arms wrapped around me. “Anything for you, mein Liebe.” He told me, kissing me gently on the lips. “Seeing that smile on your face was worth it. Especially when we won.”

I grinned. “Victory was indeed ours.”

“Now…it is time to get YOU out of this monstrosity.” His fingers were then dipping under the hem of the sweater as he gave me a wolfish grin.

I felt my cheeks heating up. “Wolf…”

Before I could get anything else out, he was stripping me of my ugly sweater, his graceful fingers teasing at the chemise I wore beneath it. “I’ve been wanting you out of that thing all night.”

“When you say things like that…it does funny things to my heart, Wolf.”

Mozart smiled at me as he pulled my body flush against his. “I know.” He replied, grinning before capturing my lips with his. As our kiss deepened, he slowly began to push me towards the bed.

It didn’t take long before I felt the bed against the back of my legs. We broke the kiss, looking at each other breathlessly. Wolf’s hands were quickly moving to remove my clothes as my own moved to tear off his.

Once Wolf had me bare, one arm wrapped around my waist while the other moved to cup my cheek. He looked into my eyes.”Much better having you out of that hideous thing.”

I grinned. “And the rest of my clothes, too.”

“Once I took off one layer, I couldn’t stop.” He replied. “Not when you’re so beautiful.”

The next thing I knew, I was on my back on the bed, Mozart over me. His eyes looked at me with a hungry light as his musician’s fingers began to play notes of pleasure along my body. He brought a particularly high note through my lips when his fingers began to play with my nipples as his lips found their way to my neck.

“Hah…W-Wolf…”

“Sing for me, mein Liebe…” He murmured into my ear before playfully nipping at my lobe. His hand slipped down lower between my legs as he kissed down my neck, over my collarbone. His fingers stroked me at the perfect rhythm, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

“Oh…yes…like that…Wolf…” I moaned as I moved my hips in time with his fingers. I ran my own hands over his body, wanting to feel every inch of him.

“Mein Liebe…you keep touching me like that…and I won’t be able to hold back…”

“I…don’t want you to…hold back…” I replied, moving my hands lower.

He practically growled when my hand reached his hardening length. He quickened the pace of his fingers between my legs to match my pace as I stroked him. We continued to stroke each other, increasing our pleasure and our need only for Mozart to finally decide he’s had enough.

He removed his hand from me and reached for mine, pinning them both above my head as he repositioned himself between my legs. I let out another moan when I felt him slide inside of me. My heart was racing from the way he was pinning me down as he began to move.

His hands slowly moved down my arms, slowly releasing his hold on me. As soon as my hands were free, I wrapped my arms around him and our bodies pressed close…and then I was plunged into euphoria when his fangs sank into the side of my neck.

My world became pure feeling and I saw stars as my eyes rolled back in my head and my back arched. “Hah…Wolf!”

Our night continued on, Wolf loving me until we both fell in the bed together, exhausted and wrapped in each other’s arms. I couldn’t be happier than to be in the arms of my beloved.

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[hhoneypop]

@hhoneypop. — “ hide in the moonlight, no such thing as miracles. . . ”

[twistedwonderworm]

Headcanons: Residents with a Child!MC

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

🍷Comte🍷

He's the father figure of the group so he'd be the closest to you. A really good father figure and very protective. Sometimes a little too protective.

Not like you can blame him though. You're just a fragile, tiny human alone so of course you need someone to protect you. 

He can be strict whenever you do get into trouble but he doesn't like punishing you too harshly. If you burst into tears at his scolding, his paternal instincts kick in and he'll do whatever he can to comfort you.

🦅Napoleon🦅

Big brother Napo is another one that is very close to you. This guy gives me the impression that he probably loves children. He is also just as protective of you as Comte is. 

If something is bothering you, you can come to him for help. Though if it's something you don't want to talk to anyone about, he won't pressure you about it.

Just know if you're ever in need, big brother Napo is there for you. He'll have your back no matter what.

📝Arthur📝

More of an uncle than a brother or father figure but I can see him liking kids. 

Most people would say he's not a good role model but I feel like he'd be a good one. Always gives you life advice and is always there to help if you need him.

Of course, he'll be a little hard to win over, especially with a human child. He doesn't like the idea of losing someone he cares about to the passing of time.

🦉Mozart🦉

Mozart doesn't even like the other residents interrupting him so of course he's not going to be going anywhere around you. It's nothing personal, he just prefers to be alone.

If you do end up getting close to Jean though, he may get closer to you as well. He and Jean are close friends so Mozart loves to see Jean start letting more people in.

Also if you're a calm, quiet kid who likes music however, he probably won't mind you sitting in his room as he plays. Hell, he might even teach you how to play. Just don't be too loud, okay?

🐯Jean🐯

Most likely to stay the furthest away from you. It's not that he doesn't like you, oh no it's the opposite really. He absolutely adores you. It's just that he's afraid of hurting you.

It's no secret that Jean doesn't drink as much as he should and you're just so small and fragile. He could easily hurt a child like you if he wasn't careful.

But if you gently break down his walls, he can't run from you forever. He desperately wants to be a big brother to you like Napo but he's not sure if it's possible for him.

🍎Isaac🍎

Doesn't like kids. At least this is what he says. It's just a cover. Between not wanting to accidentally hurt you as well as not wanting you to mess with his work, he's another one who'll probably stay away from you

If you are known for wandering all around the mansion, he'll probably stay locked up in his room unless he absolutely needs something. Otherwise, he'll try to keep to places where you don't go.

He may warm up to you eventually but it'll take a lot longer than it'll take for others since he's as guarded as he is.

🎨Vincent🎨

Kids? He loves kids! Sweet little Vincent is probably the most eager to be around you besides Napo and Comte.

If you're interested in painting, he'll be incredibly happy. He's very helpful with tips and even lets you sit with him as he paints.

He'll be the absolute best big brother you could ever ask for besides Napo. I mean he does have experience being Theo's big brother.

 

🐶Theodorus🐶

He could pass on dealing with a kid. If Vincent is happy around you, then you're alright. Theo however just isn't too big on kids himself.

He does get a little jealous seeing Vincent being happy around you, but he's also very happy. All he wants is for Vincent to be happy.

Eventually though he'll start to realize that you see them both as older brothers and he'll try to start being as good a big brother to you as Vincent was to him.

🐦Dazai🐦

Did anyone say Uncle Dazai? Again he loves kids but probably isn't the best role model. And he absolutely adores being a big brother to you. Though that doesn't mean you're immune to his antics.

He loves to tease people, and that includes you so don't think he'll leave you alone because you're a child. You and Isaac are his favorites to tease after all.

🐑Sebastian🐑

How much he likes you honestly depends. Like he's probably really stressed from taling care of all the residents and you but if you don't cause him too much stress, he'll adore you.

If he bakes any sewers he'll let you have some fresh from the oven. But too many or you'll spoil your dinner. If Comte is a father figure then Sebastian is kind of like the mom.

He'll always say that you don't need to, but his heart will melt if you help him around the mansion anyway. 

🐱Leonardo🐱

As long as you don't mess up his work, Leo doesn't mind having you around. Though if you spot him napping somewhere, you can nap with him. He doesn't mind. 

Leo does really enjoy your company, no matter what he's doing and he's generally like a parent to you just like Comte and Sebastian. It's not rare to see you sitting in his lap while he's reading a book to you.

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Kinktober Library Event!

The library will have an event throughout October! These books will be short, around from 0.4k to 1.5k words! This event is for 18+ audiences only! Those found in this event that are younger or unstated will be banned from the library!

This will be a mix of Unnamed/Ocs and Characters

There are trigger warnings on all the books!

Here is the schedule!

Day 1 - Pet Play

Bark, Dog / Theodorus Van Gogh

Day 4 - Hunter - Prey + Size Kink

Hunt You Down, Eat You Alive / Male Naga

Day 7 - Pussy/Cock Worship

My One And Only / Obsessed Submissive Stalker

Day 10 - Face Riding + Praise

Rest On Me / Himegima Gyomei

Day 13 - Dacryphilia + Degrading, Edge Play

Annoying / Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Day 16 - Power Play + Humiliation

He Alone Is The Honoured One / Gojo Satoru

Day 19 - Virginity + Soft, Praise, Age Gap

First Steps / Nanami Kento

Day 22 - Sleepy Sex + Riding

I'll Do All The Work / Leonardo Da Vinci

Day 25 - Hand Kink + Size Difference, Hook Up

I'll Pay Extra / Fushiguro Toji

Day 28 - Against The Wall + Age Gap, Dub-Con, Jealous Sex

Teacher's Pet / Perv Professor

Day 31 - Free Use + Drugging, Non-Con, Cult, Voyeurism

A Treat For You All / Douma

[violettduchess]

Headcanons: a kiss in each season with 4 different princes!

A/N: So after talking a bit to the lovely @bellerose-arcana I added 4 vamp suitors too!

Word Count: 872

Spring: Clavis / Mozart

Clavis kisses you with all the vibrancy of spring. You feel alive like a riotous blossom proclaiming its return from a long season of sleep. Wild and full of abandonment, you throw your arms around him the way Mother Nature haphazardly throws color back into the world. Every shade of green from pale jade to deep forest colors your heart. Petals practically vibrating with the force of their colors, the pinks and reds and blues and yellows, bloom within its chambers. It is the season of rebirth, of hope, of emergence. This is what you feel when you kiss him. A fountain of love that springs between your hearts, whose refreshing taste is on your lips every time you kiss.

Kissing Mozart feels like the thaw of winter as it slowly melts away, giving up its hold on the world so that spring can be born. You are Persephone, rising from the Underworld to breathe life into his wintery form. Your fingers run through pale, snowy hair, curl into its softness. Cool amethyst eyes slowly warm, ignited by the feel of you pressed against him. Color stains his cheeks like sunlight breaking through the gloom. His embrace shifts, muscles going lax, his body warming under your touch, softening and opening like a bud reaching for the sun.

Summer: Keith / Leonardo

Keith is like a summer’s day that sneaks up on you with its intensity. He wraps his strong arms around you and you are warm and safe and the world is bright. His embrace is the brilliant blue sky wrapping itself around you. It feels expansive yet welcoming. You could lose yourself in it and be happy forever. And then he kisses you, pure and joyful, and you taste sunshine on your lips. He is the brightness of red strawberries and the sweetness of peaches. You tighten your arms around him, wanting more. As you linger in his embrace, as you chase the taste of him, heat builds inside you, waves of it slowly rolling through your veins. This is no longer a soft summer morning, but midday in all of its sweltering glory.

Summer has its halcyon days that seem to stretch on forever, where the sun lounges in the sky like a lion on the Savannah, sprawling across the day it knows it owns. Leonardo pulls you to him, almost lazily. Definitely possessively. As the sun greedily clutches the sky, he holds you against his body, his kiss a paradox: slow and heated, unhurried, the languor of the day conveyed through lips and tongue....yet these slow, decadent kisses spark a thundering through your veins, loud and wild as a sudden summer storm.

Autumn: Leon/ Comte

Leon cups your face in his strong hands, his eyes as gold as the turning leaves, bright as a brilliant autumn sun when he looks at you, the anticipation of your kiss akin to the trees bracing themselves, whispering of the coming winter. But there is nothing cold about the feel of his mouth on yours. His lips move over yours, soft as cashmere, sweet as apple cider. His fingers trace the curve of your jaw. You melt against him, your heart soaring like a kite on the wind, a tail of soft, glowing sparks trailing across your skin. 

Comte’s touch is gentle, sure and velvet with desire. His lips brush the lightest of kisses across your collarbone, a cool autumn mist rolling across trembling fields of gold. You plunge your fingers into the silk of his hair, baring your neck to his wandering mouth. The long line of your throat echoes the wolf, head thrown back to howl its love for the beauty of a harvest moon. And when Comte raises his head, his eyes amber on fire, lupine in ferocity, you know his restraint has been pushed to its limit....and desire, with all the force of an October storm, is about to break free.

Winter: Gilbert / Vlad

Kissing Gilbert is wrapping your arms around the chilled air, pressing your lips to the smooth, slate gray clouds and tasting the sweet shock of cold on your tongue right before it melts. His fingers trace a frosted filigree against the nape of your neck, an invisible tattoo marking you as his. Teeth, white as snow, are winter’s bite when they nip your sensitive, flushed skin. The sting leaves you red, red with the evidence of his desire, red with a bonfire growing within. His hunger consumes you, a blizzard of craving and voracity that you willingly yield to, that you blissfully allow to swallow you whole.

Vlad holds you in his arms, the soft black satin of a winter sky embracing its precious diamond stars. His beauty is the softness of snow as it floats down to earth. And just as snow covers all in a blanket of glistening white, so does he enfold his beloved in his arms, wrapping you in an embrace as soft and tender as the light in his rose-red eyes. He lowers his head, his lips brushing yours. You feel beautiful, treasured, as if the white winter moon has chosen to bathe you in its soft, argent light. You wrap your arms around him, closing your eyes, knowing he will always be your way through the darkness, your warmth in the cold. 

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[ragfam]

Think hes smiling!

[ikeromantic]

Hiiii, sorry to bug you but can you do a Mozart x f reader angst where MC has pretty low self esteem, but has SUPER bad coping mechanisms and Mozart tries to get MC help but she's very stubborn about not getting it, kinda like Tracy and Mel in thirteen. (if you've seen it ofc) Have a great rest of your day/night😁

I have not seen Thirteen (Reasons Why)! But it is on my watch list ^_^ I have to carefully measure out how much drama and angst I take in or it will eat up my writing! Approx. 1100 words of hurt, self harm, and comfort.

Mozart saw the changes in her as if he were reading notes on a page. The self-deprecating twist to her lips, the way she began avoiding everyone when she wasn’t working. Avoiding him. At first, he tried to pretend not to care. When she brought him his meals in the music room, he gave her exactly what she gave him.

Disinterest. 

They sparred with cruel words and cold looks, and every encounter left Mozart’s heart bruised. He did not understand what he’d done wrong. They’d been growing close - close enough that he held her hand. Shared a glass of wine. Told each other secrets never shared with another. And then after one recital at a noble estate, she’d gone dark on him. Dark and distant as a new moon. 

He remembered the night, if only because he’d found her in the gardens, crying. And she wouldn’t say why. He’d been surprised at her reticence then. Now, he felt it was the first shiver of this shift into a woman he felt he barely knew. There were only sparse moments, unguarded, when he could see his darling looking out her hooded eyes. 

Mozart wanted more than anything to bridge the gap between them. To understand why she was so angry, and what pain lay under that rage. He made a plan, as carefully as he drafted his compositions. The chorus was simple - ask and learn what lurked in her shadowed heart. But the melody . . . what note to begin? What key? What tempo?

He waited until she was in her room one evening, and fetched a few of her favorite things. Tea with a dollop of honey. Ginger cookies. A strawberry candy. Then he made his way there, tray in hand. Mozart considered knocking, but she might tell him to go away. That would ruin the whole plan. So he quietly opened the door, thankful it was unlocked. 

The sight within froze him midstep. She sat crosslegged on the floor in front of a candle. Her forearm was held above the hungry flame, blistering her flesh in a scarlet welt. Worse was her expression. Pained, of course, because the fire burned. But satisfied. As if she deserved what she gave herself. And disgust, a hatred for her own weakness.

Mozart recognized it, because he felt something akin to it as well. In his endless disappointments, his pathetic fears, his failures. He dropped the tray and lurched toward her, unsure what he would do but feeling he must do something. The door swung shut behind him, the tea spilled across the carpet, and the treats scattered over the floor.

She looked up, her face going slack with surprise. “What-” Her words cut short as he extinguished the candle and kicked it out of the way. Despite his smallish frame, Mozart had the strength of a vampire. And he used it now to haul her to her feet and into his arms. 

He did not realize he was crying. Nor did he see her face crumple at this sudden, unexpected embrace. “What are you doing, meine liebe? Your arm!” He gently touched the length of it, running his fingertips over half-healed burns and the scabs of old cuts. 

His words seemed to remind her that she should be angry at his invasion. She struggled to push him away, slapping at his chest and hands. “Let me go! What the fuck, Wolf?”

“No,” he replied, his voice soft but full of an inner steel. 

She slapped him. Hard. For a moment, Mozart saw white, nothing but an explosion of pain as his jaw slipped out of true, straining the tendons and ligaments in his neck and face. If he were a normal man, it would have broken. He’d have a bruise. But his flesh set to repairing itself almost as soon as the injury took place. 

He did not let go. “Meine engel, stop fighting me. Tell me what this is? What have you done? Why . . .” He jerked her arm straight, displaying the injuries for them both. 

“Why do you care,” she spat. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, hot and angry. She pushed against him again. “Just - just let go, damn it! Get out!” The last word was more a howl than language, the sound of a soul in agony. 

Mozart could no more let go than he could cut off his own arm. He pulled her close instead, enduring the scrape of her sharp little nails, the hardness of her elbows and knees. She fought him with everything she had, until she exhausted herself and there were only tears left. 

When she collapsed against him in defeat, he held her. Silent but for her crying. What could he say? He did not know what words could set this right. Could not understand what drove her to this - this mutilation of her precious flesh. The harm to her body and soul, both of which he had come to love so much. 

“Just leave.” Her voice shook, tired and full to the brim with emotion. 

“I won’t. I can’t.” He pressed his forehead to her cheek, frustrated.

“Why not? Wh-why?” 

Mozart swallowed his own pride, his fear of rejection, and replied. “I love you. You are so - so very precious to me.” He kissed her cheek. The line of her jaw. The crook of her neck. “I love you so much I am mad with it. I’ve missed you so, these last weeks.”

“You don’t.” She turned her face from him. “You - you love music. I’m just . . . stupid. Useless. Pathetic.” Her hands clenched, white-knuckled, driving her nails into her palms. 

He lifted the fist to his lips and kissed each finger, slowly prying them loose until he could see her palm. Scored with little angry red crescents. He kissed those too. “You are none of those things. You are so strong, to come here and make a life for yourself. Far from everything you know. So smart, to learn so many new skills . . . my sweet. Meine liebling. Meine perle.”  

She gave a snort of disgust, pain still bright in her eyes. “I distract you. You’re b-better off -”

Mozart put a finger to her lips. “No. Never. I did not realize I was missing something, until you.”

Her eyes searched his face, hope and uncertainty wedded in that gaze. After a long silent moment, she laid her head on his shoulder and clung to him. 

There was nothing for him to do but hold her, and so he did. He sat with her on his lap, stroking her back in careful circles. He spoke too, words of love, endearments from his heart. Things he had never been able to speak until this night, until he realized how close he’d come to losing her to herself.

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[lichtluv]

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𝐬𝐨, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞?

˚₊‧─────꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱─────‧₊˚

જ⁀➴ ᴡᴏʟꜰɢᴀɴɢ ᴀᴍᴀᴅᴇᴜꜱ ᴍᴏᴢᴀʀᴛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ.

[arthurs-puppygirl]

HAHHAHAHAHAH

I am your Daddy and you are my Bitch!

[shatcey]

Ikemen Vampires (characters)

I'm finally ready to say goodbye to this game… Even though this game doesn't want to say goodbye to me… but about it later…

And since I'm currently writing my final thought about it, and it turned out to be quite long, I decided to say a few words about the characters first. Just my emotional reactions, without much specifics. Sorry if I don't like your favorite characters, I have a very unusual taste.

My tier

Shuji and Will are truly unique characters. If Will just speaks Old English (although not in all events… I have a theory that sometimes developers forget about it). The way Shuji thinks, the way he expresses his thoughts and emotions, is on completely different level from others. Devs didn't just make him extraordinarily beautiful… Those eyes seemed to be looking straight into my soul. But also soft and gentle, caring and extremely romantic, observant and funny. Yes, sometimes his depression and dark thoughts are quite difficult to bear… but that's part of his charm. I can't imagine Shuji without it.

Jean is sweet, delightfully serious in the most unexpected situations, and completely naive. Vincent is an angel… there is nothing to add. Isaac blushes all the time and is completely inexperienced in everything related to romance. But in other areas, he is extremely intelligent and knowledgeable. They're so cute.

Johann… I'm really in love with his voice. It has everything I like about voices. Strong and laughing, but with an absolutely charming softness. I have very contradictory feelings about this character. So… I decided to put him in that category because it's the only thing I'm sure of. Leo has a very low and vibrant voice. It's very beautiful. But it's strongly associated with a smoker. There's something about it that makes it quite obvious. And the character smokes a lot. But I don't like smokers. I'm sorry, Leo. Wolfie has an absolutely adorable and gentle voice. Without that voice, I would have put this character in a lower category. Even though he's really cute, and some scenes made me laugh, I can't say that I have very strong feelings for him.

Arthur… I'm sorry, Harry, don't like your favorite author. I can't say that I don't like him… I just don't trust him. I once wrote that I don't trust flirtatious characters, and Arthur is no exception. I feel bad for including Charles in this list. He's cute and adorable, like a cat. He reminds me of Liam a lot… but… I don't feel anything for him. I don't know why. But I'm pretty sure Ally would like to take care of him. That's what I was talking about. I'm ready to say goodbye to this game, but the stories with this character keep spinning in my head. Abel… the father figure who likes to pamper his "children", including MC. And that's it. Nothing else. It feels like he's missing something… for example, personality. I don't know. Maybe I forgot… I read his route a long time ago.

Vlad… it is very difficult to understand him. I usually like that. The more a person tries to hide something from me, the more it piques my interest. But here… It's like this whole character is a mist, and I can't catch him no matter how hard I try. A very similar character, contradictory, with the same goals… Kicho at Ikemen Sengoku. He's much better. Perhaps the information about this character was presented in a more digestible form… I just think Mai understands and explains everything better. Another great example is my beloved Ally (Alfons in Ikemen Villains). It's really hard to understand him, but it's possible. And they both have the same voice actor. It's a very odd coincidence.

You can call me a weirdo, but I don't wanna be called a dog... constantly (Theo). For the same reason I wanted to put Johann in this category. I'm not a pig!!! I don't want to get hit in the forehead every time he feels like it (Sebastian). This is weird. And I don't want to hear hysterical laughter from my man (Napoleon). I… don't mind if it happens from time to time, but not all the time. And again… maybe it wasn't that bad. It was my first route, and that was almost 2 years ago. But that's what I remember about Napo. He laughs hysterically and kisses the first one who wakes him up. I'd like to know how he does it… does he have a magnet in his lips that automatically makes contact with other lips?

As you can see… there are no categories "I love him", "I like him"… "I would sell my soul to the devil for him", etc�� Because I can't say that I fully understand them so that I like them so much. And there are quite a few reasons for this. But I'll talk about a bit later.

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