I wanna see how the IkeVamps react to MC just parading around the mansion with a kazoo in her mouth just like:
(SOUND UP!!! 0w0)
Yes, that is me playing the kazoo lol
Here’s a lil gift ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
[⚜️IkeVamp⚜️ Scenario/Headcanon] Reactions to Reader Parading Around w/ a Kazoo at 3 am
Napoleon
It is 3 in the morning and he is finally about to climb into bed until—
“DOOT DOOT DOOT DOOT DOODOODOODOOT—” can be heard from like,,, across the hall
So he gets his tired ass out of bed and opens the door to see you walking up and down the hallway with a kazoo in your mouth.
Napoleon: *So tired he looks like this *
He doesn’t even question the strange instrument in your hand.
He just shuts the door and goes to bed.
Mozart
Piano practice at night has never come to such a sudden halt.
Wtf is that sound????
Where is it coming from??????
As soon as he opens the door the noise only becomes louder—
“CAN YOU TURN IT DOWN?!?!!”
You don’t turn it down.
He groans and shuts the door, begrudgingly continuing his performance as the beautiful melody of your kazoo echoes through the night.
Leonardo
He is awoken from his slumber and sits up, stretching.
Funny… That pink fish from his dream was playing this exact tune on the flute.
Except this time, it’s you in real life playing it on a… what’s that thing in your hand?
Leo would ask but he doesn’t want to interrupt so he just sits there and watches in silence, smiling at your enjoyment.
Oh you and your crackhead ways ✨
Vincent
The sound of your kazoo suddenly interrupts him from his painting.
He glances at his door in confusion, wondering where that strange yet interesting tune is coming from, and who is playing it.
His first instinct is to check it out.
When he opens the door, he is met with the sight of you pacing around with some interesting red instrument in your hand.
He doesn’t know what it is, but he likes the song you’re playing, and smiles before closing the door and resuming his painting.
He may even paint this moment.
He’s a sweet bean who just wants to see you happy
Theo
As soon as he hears the kazoo he goes “nOPE—”
The door to his room swings open and he yells “SHUT UP!!!!”
But do you shut up?
Spoiler alert: No.
“HEY HONDJE!!! LISTEN TO ME!!!” He shouts but you ignore him.
Realizing that he probably can’t make you listen he sighs and just goes back in his room, slamming the door behind him and getting back into bed.
Arthur
He is having the best wet dream known to man until the sound of your kazoo wakes him.
Slightly agitated, he sits up and gets lost in the sound of it, wondering who’s playing.
When he hears Theo yelling, he gets up and opens the door
As soon as he sees you, he smirks.
You’re pretty good at playing… whatever that instrument is.
He may ask you what it is in the morning. Well, after he’s done with that wet dream :P
Isaac
It’s only been an hour after he’d fallen asleep when the hellish noise awakes him.
“GREAT. JUST WHEN SLUMBER HAD FINALLY EMBRACED ME—”
He grumbles and buries his face in his pillow, not caring who it is who awoke him.
But he does have the slight feeling it’s you because only you would do something this chaotic at ungodly hours of the night.
“Dammit (Name)…”
Dazai
He’s sitting on the window sill staring at the moon, until a strange noise catches his ear.
“My my, where is that beautiful tune coming from?”
He gets back inside and sees you pacing around, kazoo between your lips as you DOOT DOOT DOOOOT—
He then grins and leans against the wall, enjoying your performance. You look so darn cute when you enjoy yourself.
⚔️ Jean
Jean is honestly just too done to react.
He just lies in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Why even sleep anyways?
Honestly tho, he’s a bit too used to the chaos that happens in the mansion on a daily basis that he isn’t all that fazed.
Probably falls asleep eventually.
⏳ Comte
Oh no not the kazoo—
ANYTHING but the kazoo—
He is NOT having ANY of it.
Cue Comte slamming his bedroom door open and stomping over while wearing hair curlers and a facial mask and a pink fluffy robe with matching bunny slippers.
“NOT TONIGHT—” he says as he confiscates your kazoo and shoo’s you to your room.
♂️ Sebastian
Tbh he was actually gonna join you until Comte took your kazoo away. Now he just has no reason to risk it.
thank you @yanderepuck for starting this whole OC movement ❤ originally i wanted to do a historical figure from southeast asia since we get so little rep (not one from where i’m from tho bc my only options are either people young enough to be my grandparents or great-grandparents, or colonisers ), but then in my research i came across MARCO POLO, who is best known for exploring asia, including southeast asia, and documenting his travels in The Travels of Marco Polo. idk if anyone else is already doing or has done marco, but in any case here’s my take on him!
some basic info about irl marco:
born circa 1254 in venice, italy. died on 8 january 1324, also in venice, italy.
his family traded with the middle east and ‘acquired considerable wealth and prestige’ (so i guess it was in his blood to go exploring asia )
while he wasn’t the first european to explore asia, his book made him the most well-knownone, and it inspired other future explorers like colombus.
his nickname was milione (which, according to best girl wikipedia, means ‘million’ in italian). this nickname came about bc he kept going on about how kublai khan’s (emperor of the mongol empire whom marco managed to get in good with) was counted in millions.
in 1295, venice was at war with the republic of genoa. he joined in the fight, was caught by the enemies in 1296, and was kept in captivity. during captivity, he narrated his travels to a fellow inmate. (the internet isn’t v clear about this part) but it also seemed like he wrote The Travels of Marco Polo in captivity (i guess it happened when he was telling it to his cellmate lmao)
he was then released in august 1299 and he returned home to venice. his family did some Stonks™ and other businessy stuff, and soon he became a wealthy merchant too.
death: illness; he was confined to bed.
as for ikemen!marco, here’s what he looks like:
(i made ikemen marco using this picrew bc i can’t draw. if anyone wants to do art of him PLEASE feel free to do so )
and i’m putting the rest under the cut bc this is getting quite long
♡ summary: now fugitives on the run, jean and his princess seek temporary refuge in a forest—and jean grapples with the less-than professional feelings for her that threaten to spill forth from him.
♡ word count: 3.5k words
♡ additional tags/warnings: royalty AU / mentioned past war, violence, torture & rape + sex slavery / some biblical references (explained at the end of the fic)
♡ notes: this is a very belated fic for day 1 of the jean route countdown party, for the prompt ‘jean and chérie’though there ended up being less chérie than expected lol rip. also, this is the 1st installment in a bigger series that spans the rest of the countdown party so yeah, keep an eye out for them
“Good,” the Princess gasps. The moment they reach a clearing in the forest that opens up to a lake, she releases his hand and all but collapses on a mossy boulder, drawing in each breath harshly like it could be her last. “I’ve never run this much in my life! I knew being a soldier required you to be physically fit and all, but now I have a deeper appreciation for just how much you had to go through to be as strong as you are, Jean.”
Ah, she’s always doing this to him—looking up at him with those crystal-like eyes, clear in their sweet honesty, uttering words that causes an admittedly not-unpleasant heat to rush up his neck to his ears.
“There is nothing much to admire about me,” Jean states plainly, turning around so she wouldn’t glimpse the rose blush threatening to invade from his ears and neck to his cheeks. Even shrouded in the dark cloak of night, he doesn’t trust his body to keep the secrets his heart bears—secrets that he doesn’t dare admit to even himself.
Just then, a loud rustling in the bushes catches his attention. Instantly, his hand flies to his sword, ready to draw and swing at the next provocation. This was what he was trained for—to do anything, even devolve into a soulless monster, previously for his country and now for his Princess. He shifts his position so he’s blocking her from view, only hoping he is enough to hide her petite frame behind his back.
[⚜️IkeVamp⚜️ Fic] Under the Table (Jean x Reader){NSFW}
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Ok I’m not sure if anyone has done this before but I’m a sucker (no pun intended) for imagining Reader give Jean a BJ under the table during dinner so I wrote a fic about it.
Also I started this fic a while before I began playing Jean’s route (which was literally around 14 minutes after it came out xD), and I’m not too far into his story yet, which means that I would appreciate if you didn’t include spoilers when correcting me about any inaccurate details, since I want to find out about them myself.
One evening at around 8:30, peaceful silence was interrupted by the sound of footsteps bouncing off the mansion walls as the residents hastily bustled into the dining hall. This wasn’t a rare scene during dinner time, since at this hour, many of the vampires were hungry and more than willing to eat a hearty supper. Sebastian was in the kitchen as expected, pouring drinks and preparing the feast as the others took their usual seats and began conversing amongst themselves.
However, something was out of the ordinary. Unlike on most evenings, Jean appeared to have arrived before any of the others had, a rare sight to behold. Though what seemed even more startling was that you were the absentee this time. Well, at least that’s how it seemed to the rest.
Unbeknownst to the others, you were most definitely in the room. Crouched underneath the table between Jean’s long legs, you eyed the prominent bulge in the midnight haired vampire’s pants. Your (color) eyes wandered up to his face from under the long table cloth that was oh so conveniently veiling you from anybody else’s sight, but gave you the best view of Jean from below.
For what reason were the two of you in this position? Ever since you and Jean had gotten together, you had been trying to get him to come out of his shell little by little. It eventually started off with baby steps, such as joining everyone during mealtimes or becoming more social with less familiar residents, and before you knew it, you had even managed to persuade him into attending a party. Even though he remained at your side the entire time, it was great progress nonetheless. Though while you cherished every second of this journey alongside him, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander into more… otherworldly depths.
Intimacy was something that both of you shared and enjoyed equally, but experimentation was a fairly new subject for both of you. However, you weren’t opposed to it at all, and Jean was always silently content with the subtle strings that you’d pull. It was only a matter of time before you came up with a terrifying yet absolutely brilliant idea: You were going to take a steeper step this time by deepthroating him under the dinner table.
Of course, Jean seemed hesitant at first, and you understood. After all, this was a huge thing for him, and he usually wasn’t a big fan of such intimately drastic measures. However, you were his everything, and he absolutely adored you with all his being. It didn’t take long for him to oblige to your request, cheeks flushed a darling pink as he pictured you beneath him under the table cloth, your lips wrapped around his member as you sucked him dry while he desperately held in his dirty moans, trying his hardest not to attract suspicion from the others…
And here you were, on your hands and knees beneath him, just as he’d imagined. You couldn’t help but grin up at him in excitement; this was absolutely thrilling, and the chances of getting caught were so scary yet arousing, and with Jean above you, so tall and mighty… you couldn’t help but melt under his gaze. His violet eye was hesitant, but you could tell that he wanted this as much as you did. Bliss.
Soon the room fell silent while the sound of steel wheels skidded across the floor. Sebastian stopped the cart and cleared his throat.
“Dinner is served,” he announced as he began setting the hot dishes on the dining table.
While Sebastian served the residents, Comte scanned the room, a look of concern evident on his usually calm face.
“Before we begin eating, has any of you seen (Name) anywhere? It’s unlikely of her to be this late,” he said, earning a slight hum of thought from the others.
Panic engulfed your mind as you stared up at Jean who grunted ever so slightly at the flaxen haired gentleman’s question. While he usually avoided speaking to Comte, he couldn’t afford to out you, especially in such an embarrassing position.
“She’s…” he began. “…not feeling too well. She told me that she has a stomachache of some sort.”
A concerned murmur filled the room.
“Stomach ache?” Vincent inquired worriedly. “Will she be ok?”
Jean nodded, ignoring the lump in his throat.
“Yes. I have given her medicine to help her feel better. She said that she’ll rest for the time being,” he responded.
Despite the pit of doubt in both of your stomachs, you and Jean breathed a sigh of relief when the others bought into that little fib.
As the chatter commenced again, scrumptious aromas that wafted in the air made your mouth water, but you had a job to do. A very importantjob.
You looked up to see Jean staring ahead at what you assumed was the food, and while you could tell that he was hungry, so we’re you. You lightly poked his bulge with your index, smirking when you felt him shudder. Jean’s little reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Mozart, who sat nearby with an eyebrow raised at his friend’s behavior, but decided to let it go and resume his feasting. Sebastian also passed by but only nodded at Jean as silent encouragement to begin eating.
Jean sighed in relief once more before looking it you with an almost pleading expression. You giggled into your palm before resuming playtime.
Bringing your fingertips to your mouth, you slowly slid your tongue along them, all the while gazing seductively at the man above you. He gulped at the naughty sight and you could’ve sworn that his pants seemed a bit tighter than they were a few seconds before. Eager to tease, you rubbed your wet digits along his clothed member and smirked when you felt his hips jerk.
The warmth of your saliva was almost too much for Jean, who practically had to grit his teeth in order to keep himself from groaning your name. He was so sensitive and you loved it. Without thought, you wrapped your fingers around the zipper of his pants and slid it down with a loud ZZZZIIIP!!!
Unfortunately the sound of conversation and the clatter of cutlery wasn’t enough to drown out the noise. You and Jean’s eyes widened when the room fell dead silent again. It wasn’t until Theo spoke that the tension rose ever so slightly.
“What was that noise?” He asked and looked around with narrowed eyes. “Did someone’s fly just open?”
“Beats me,” Arthur responded before immediately changing the subject. “But all I care about right now is eating until I’m stuffed. Hey Napoleon, could you pass the salt?”
“Of course,” replied the raven haired man, smirking to himself while he sneakily handed the pepper to Arthur, who unawarely sprinkled it onto his food.
While this was happening, Jean leaned a bit lower to speak to you.
“Mademoiselle, I would appreciate it if you were a bit more careful,” he said in a hushed whisper. “We were very close to getting caught, especially this time.”
You gently pressed a finger against his lips.
“Just sit back and relax Jean,” you cooed. “Let me handle this~”
The indigo haired male had no choice but to abide by your words. He inhaled shakily before sitting back in his chair, patiently waiting for your next move.
Pushing stray locks of hair behind your ear, you leaned down and pressed a kiss against his pelvis, trailing lower and lower until your lips touched his shaft, still clothed beneath the cotton of his underwear. You looked up at him yet again with that same glint in your eyes, the glint that he knew all too well. You were going to misbehave.
As he stared ahead in anticipation, Napoleon noticed the lack of food on his friend’s plate.
“Hey Jean,” he said. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
Jean flinched at the question and immediately sat upright.
“Y-Yes. I-I was just trying to decide on what to try first,” he responded, hastily reaching over to grab a serving of rotisserie chicken.
His green eyed friend blinked.
“Alright then,” said Napoleon, still a tad suspicious of Jean’s strange behavior as he eyed him for a little while before going back to conversing with Leonardo.
Jean was about to begin eating until he felt something warm and wet engulf his member. He inhaled sharply and flinched at the sudden sensation, awkwardly biting his thumb to stifle an embarrassing moan that threatened to spill from his throat. His eye flitted down to you and widened.
You were already taking him so well, with your mouth stretched out to fully wrap around his thick veiny cock while you rested your hands on his muscular thighs for support. But what really arose something in him was when your eyes finally met his. It was almost as if time stopped, and Jean couldn’t help but bite his lip in desperation. This was so sinful yet so… irresistible. It overwhelmed him immensely. Though Jean was stubborn, and was in no mood to give in to his carnal desires so easily. Putting on a stoical face, he grabbed his fork and knife and dug in.
The rotisserie was delicious, probably the best he’d ever tasted to this day. Though the movements of his hands as he cut the pieces with the fork and knife were very rigid, almost as if he was hyper-focused on making them look natural. His eyes were narrowed in concentration and his eyebrows furrowed as his teeth dug into his lower lip. This may have looked strange to those unaware of your little tryst, but you both knew the truth behind his peculiar actions.
Though despite his desperate suppression, he felt much more at ease with the lack of unwanted attention in his direction. His thighs eased ever so slightly and he eventually leaned back into the chair, hands relaxing onto the table while his eye glazed over as he relished your touch from under the table.
However, this moment of solace was soon interrupted by Leonardo’s voice, causing Jean to spring upright again.
“So Jean,” said Leonardo. “I hope you don’t mind me asking but what compelled you to join us for dinner tonight? Usually you stay in your room if (Name) is unable to tag along for some reason.”
His eyes could have been deceiving him, but Jean could’ve sworn that he noticed an almost menacing smirk on your face through his peripheral vision before you engulfed his cock with your mouth again. The lump in his throat only swelled as you quickened your pace, tightening your lips around his huge length to egg him on.
“I-I felt,” the blue haired man gulped. “I f-felt like I would be w-wasting… h-her effort if I didn’t do as I had p-promised.”
Leonardo raised a curious eyebrow.
“Promised?” He asked.
Jean nodded and sent you an almost unnoticeable glare with his lust-glazed eye before looking back at the inventor. This time he inhaled shakily to maintain his already cracking composure, subconsciously bucking his hips against your lips as you continued to deepthroat him.
“I-I had promised her that I would t-try my hardest to— to overcome my distaste f-for interaction with o-others… a-and that I-I would try to b-be more so—social,” he responded, toes curling in frustration.
While Leonardo seemed taken aback by Jean’s disposition, he could tell that the lesser vampire had no intention of explaining his situation any further. So, with a nod, Leonardo resumed his dinner, despite the evident curiousity on his handsome face.
Jean couldn’t help but scowl slightly. Of all the dinner times he’d spent with the other residents, why was was it tonight that his housemates found his actions and affairs so interesting? Perhaps it was because of his red hot cheeks, or his stuttered words, yet he couldn’t do anything about them even if he’d tried.
This wasn’t easy for you either. It was very difficult for you to stifle your gagging and panting, the wet sound your mouth made as it devoured Jean’s enormous throbbing cock like it was your last meal. Though it was so delicious and oh, so filling.
As you feasted on him, Jean closed his eyes and bit his lip, gripping the silverware tightly in his gloved palms, his cheeks flushed like roses. The sudden feeling of your teeth grazing against his long shaft sent a bolt of ecstasy down his spine, and it was only a matter of his sharp instincts that he stifled a gasp with his trembling hand while the other dropped the fork and clenched the table.
Comte looked up from his plate at Jean’s sudden reaction to lord knows what. Jean’s strange behavior hadn’t gone unnoticed by him, and despite the soldier’s unwillingness to cooperate with him, Comte couldn’t help the growing longing that urged him to find out what troubled him. Jean felt Comte’s gaze upon him and returned it with an icy glare that was intimidating enough to send a chill down anybody’s spine. Despite this, the golden haired man responded with a calm smile before returning to his meal.
While this happened, all you were focused on was bringing Jean the pleasure he deserved. Your fingers continued to add stimulation by caressing the base of his shaft and around his scrotum before trailing along his leather clad thigh, which only added to your frustrations thanks to your aching desire to see him fully bare in front of you. You watched him gaze absentmindedly at the food in front of him, fork and knife still in his hands as he shakily ate. It was clear as day that he had no intention of looking down; the scene under the table cloth would’ve been too much for him, and he obviously wouldn’t allow anyone to find you somehow. This was for him only.
It wasn’t long until he felt himself nearing his end, and without thinking, he put the knife in his right hand down on the table and brought his palm down to your head, burying his gloved fingers in your hair as he began thrusting in your mouth. You forced yourself not to choke on his hugeness as you swallowed him whole, looking up at him with teary eyes. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were just as moist as your own while he squinted down at the edge of the table, still unable to meet your gaze. The sturdiness of his strong feet was the only thing keeping the chair from rocking with each sharp thrust of his hips as his massive cock ravaged your throat.
You were so overcome by love and lust that you wrapped your arms around his waist, urging him to thrust even further into your aching throat. You shut your eyes tightly due to the mere forcefulness of his movements while all worries of being noticed by the other residents completely clouded with ecstasy.
Jean noticed this and felt his lips curl into a rare smirk, full of unusual pride about the effect that he had on you. As a result, he increased his speed, pushing your head lower so that your face was completely pressed against his pelvis as the thickness of his member abused your poor throat at a jawbreaking pace that made your vision go white.
This was your punishment for serenading him, and needless to say, no mercy was involved.
With each eternal moment, Jean grew nearer and nearer to attaining bliss, and eventually, after what seemed like hours…
“H-HNNN—NNGH—!!”
Jean stifled a gasp through gritted teeth and clenched your hair tightly as his lava hot semen flooded your mouth and coated your throat. You clenched his thighs in response to his sudden release, seeing stars at the salty taste of his warm milk.
The soldier’s eyes remained screwed shut while he shakily gasped for air, gradually coming down from his immense high. It wasn’t until he opened his eyes that he noticed everybody’s perplexed gazes fixed on him.
“Jean? Is everything alright?” Asked Napoleon, concern lacing his voice.
Jean was too disoriented to react normally and merely blinked in response.
“You’ve been acting incredibly bizarre this entire evening, surely something must be wrong,” Mozart added while he eyed his friend skeptically.
The midnight haired man’s eyes widened and his heart began to race. Though, a silent caress of your hand upon his trembling thigh was enough to ease his mind, and he managed to subdue the anxiety that tread upon him.
“You misunderstand. I was merely holding back a sneeze, is all,” he responded. “I may have caught a cold myself.”
Dazai released a sigh.
“Ah, what a shame. First (Name)-san gets a mysterious stomach ache and now you have a cold,” he said wistfully. “It must be something in the air…”
“Or an odd coincidence,” muttered Arthur under his breath, averting his gaze from Dazai.
“But the bright side is that you and (Name) have eachother,” said Vincent. “With a bond as strong as yours, nothing can bring either of you down.”
Thanks to Vincent’s kind words and angelic smile, the tension seemed to ease at last, much to your relief.
“You’re completely right Broer,” Theo replied with a fond twinkle in his crystalline eyes.
Suddenly, the moment was interrupted by the sound of Leonardo’s chair being pushed back before he stood.
“Well, I’m done,” he said. “So I’m going to go sleep now. Goodnight.”
A few well wishes were heard as the tall vampire exited the room, followed by most of the other residents, until the only people remaining were yourself, Jean, and Sebastian. Of course, you were still concealed beneath the tablecloth, however to Jean, you were the only thing that he could see; to him, your beauty glowed even brighter than the moon in the sky. Your lips were still slightly parted due to how hard he’d facefucked you, and it didn’t help that the pleasure from it all left your vision clouded with ineffable lust. With the faintest of smiles, he reached down to cup your cheek in his palm and gently caressed your wet lips with his gloved thumb.
“You did so well mon amour,” he whispered in the most endearing tone that only made your cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson.
You bit your lip and brought your hand up to rest upon his own. How could anybody be so perfect? You could never fathom it.
“Excusez-moi, monsieur Jean,” Sebastian’s voice caused both of you to flinch slightly in surprise. “Are you finished with your meal?”
It was then that Jean looked down at his plate and realized that he hadn’t finished the large serving of chicken that he’d so desperately tried to eat in order to mask his situation. Despite his low appetite, wasting it didn’t feel right to him, especially since he had only taken a few bites out of it.
Jean shook his head.
“I am not finished yet,” he said before picking up the cutlery in front of him.
Sebastian nodded and, after swiftly gathering the dirty dishes, he left the room, leaving you and Jean alone at last.
Before you could do anything, you felt your chin being lifted, and eventually found yourself staring up into Jean’s deep purple eye, dark as the night sky. After a few seconds it lowered and your (color) orbs followed it, only for your lips to release a soft gasp. His cock was hard as a rock once more, the veins so prominent that they looked like they had been carved out of stone, glistening slightly from the wetness of his previous release.
You reluctantly tore your gaze to look up at him once again and blushed even more at the sight above you. His lips formed that same proud smirk from earlier, and all you could do was listen to the deep baritone of his voice as he whispered his desires to you, his palm still cupping your cheek.
To move from the clusterfuck that was the day before this one, everyone that needs some chaoticism in their life have these . Im sorry if some dont make sense, I basically just put whoever I thought matched the meme, but anyway, have fun and take care of yourselves peeps.
Since many people have an Ikevamp OC lets start a tag where we post about them there
#ikevampoc is what we can use.
It seems like a lot more people are interested in putting their favorite historic figure in the game and elaborating on how they interact with each other.
So why don’t we all basically roleplay with each other’s characters
There’s really no rules.
They can be any gender, any race, from anywhere.
The only thing is that they have to be a historic figure, someone we can actually get facts on.
If someone has the same person as you, please don’t get upset and hating on them, this is meant to be fun.
AIGHT DADDY RASPUTIN
@littlewitty We both know I will either take Dunois or Wellington
Sounds fun! I haven’t introduced any of mine yet so I guess this could be my chance to
Hey guys! I know that I just recently closed my ask box, but I just want y’all to keep this in mind for when I open it again:
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE only send one ask at a time!! Until I have finished the one that you have sent in, please don’t send another one in. I hope this doesn’t sound rude but I want to focus on everyone’s requests without my inbox getting way too full. Don’t get me wrong, I love writing for you guys! But please be patient until I’ve answered your first request!
Hey there @sweettangy I hope that you’re well, sweetpea! Thank you so much for this request, it was so so specific which is cool but, I had to stray slightly off path for it all to make sense, I hope that’s okay ^^’
Thank you all so much for reading and sticking by me whilst my uploads have kinda been few and far between, it means the world to me & I hope that I can continue to make content that y’all enjoy!
- JJ x
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Napoleon Bonaparte:
As MC prepared herself for an onslaught of yelling, insults and false accusations from her awful boss, her protective boyfriend Napoleon was just finishing his work teaching for the day. He and MC had agreed to meet after work so that they might go out for dinner together so, he had finished up with the children early that evening so that he could go and pick his darling up from work.
When Napoleon arrived at the art shop, he witnessed a confrontation between MC and her boss from outside the window. His body moved before he could think, rushing into the shop to shield his lover with his own body so that he stood in between her and her boss.
“Pray tell, sir, what business do you have with my employee?” The shop owner smiled condescendingly, nastily at Napoleon but, the ex-emperor stood his ground, protecting MC.
“I am her protector and I’d like to know what business you have showing her such disrespect. It is incredibly ungentlemanly to mistreat a lady.” The vampire, turned his gaze towards MC before speaking to her quietly, “Get you belongings and wait outside for me.”
As MC scrambled to grab her bag and coat, Napoleon took another step towards the shop owner, his right hand resting on the hilt of his rapier, “Now, sir, I don’t wish to cause you or your business any harm, but, mistreating a lady is the most unacceptable of crimes. I’d suggest that you pay compensation to this poor woman and increase her salary … should you want to keep your reputation untarnished in the public eye, that is.”
“Y-you have no right -”
“Oh, I think you’ll find that I have every right to protect the mademoiselle and see that her honour is kept in tact,” Napoleon turned to leave, glaring at the shop keeper one last time, “If I hear that she has come to any harm by your hand, you should expect a visit from the police.”
As soon as Napoleon left the shop, MC rushed into his arms, tucking herself tightly against his warm chest. The lady gently kissed her lover’s shoulder and lifted her gazed to meet his, “You saved me…”
“I promised that I always would, didn’t I?” Napoleon stroked MC’s hair comfortingly, a warm smile spread across her lips as his hand fell to grasp her own, “Would you still like to get dinner? Or do you want to go home and relax?”
“Dinner sounds nice…”
“As you wish, my lady,” he replied sweetly, taking her arm in his own as they walked to their restaurant of choice to enjoy dinner, with Napoleon fiercely protecting MC for the rest of the night.
More alignment charts, but this time they’re of IkeVamp! I included my MC in them too, and there’s a legend that helps you recognize each character, just in case you are unclear. Enjoy! ✨
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((I rearranged another alignment chart for this one.))
Lol the number is iconic xD but numbers are just numbers!
What I see is a big group of people who share same interests with me! (otome? art? Pretty boys?) it’s a nice thing to share things you like with others!
So I thought maybe we can do something fun all together!
I’ll open requests for the first time ✨
I made a list of 31 fashion item, You choose a character and your day of birth will be the number of the item… Let’s see what they will wear! ≧∇≦
- Conditions : should be a follower (new followers are more than welcomed)
- Duration : 11th Feb to 21th Feb -according to your own timezone- (a request per person please)
- Fandoms : ikemenseries - obey me - mlqc
* I’ll start working on requests after the duration ends and it may take a while *
