#Ikemen vampire

[gazzistt]

when the voices become so loud you put stylus to phone and create your oc:

please love and accept him (😭) he’s partly inspired by the fact that I believe the ikemen games (sengoku + vampire) are connected, and that my self insert (kaori ikeji) has gone back in time twice: to the 1500s and 1890s.

then, i started to think: “what if a vampire hunter met kaori while she was out with Nobunaga or hideyoshi on the port? then, what if said vampire hunter had a failed mission which led him to becoming a lesser vampire? and now that he has a long lifespan, what if he finds the mc again—but in the 1800s?”

also, here’s a longer description of his origin:

Once a wandering French poet and petty outlaw, François Villon vanished from history after a string of crimes and mysterious sightings. What the world doesn’t know is that Villon was a hunter of monsters—specifically vampires. During one of his pursuits, he was bitten and left for dead.

He should have died. Instead, he awoke between life and death: a half-vampire, cursed with their immortality and hunger, but not their full power. Convinced that God spared him only to finish the job, Villon became a phantom in the shadows—hunting vampires across continents and centuries.

But he wasn’t always alone. In the 1500s, while tracking a bloodline of foreign vampires through the port cities of Japan, he met a strange, clever woman from another time. She didn’t believe him. But he never forgot her.

also! art study of ikemen prince because the style is so pretty 💕

[ikeromantic]

Hi! Me again

Can I have some Mitsuhide fluff?

Just Hekima and him fooling around pulling pranks on the warlords 🥰

Ahhh I had such a good time with this one! I hope you enjoy. Approx. 800 words of fluff (and a hint of spice) with Hekima and Mitsuhide!

Mitsuhide grinned. This was going to be fun. 

Hekima nudged his arm. "Ready," she asked, her eyes wide and full of mischievous joy.

They set down the sacks they both carried and undid the ties at the top. The cloth rippled ominously with strange motions from inside. Mitsuhide couldn't keep an amused chuckle inside as he stepped away from his bag. 

"Run," Hekima laughed, and sprang away. She was fast. 

Mitsuhide loped along behind her easily. He kept a watch behind them for pursuit, but as expected, the chaos would not arrive until they were well clear. "Here," he pointed at a knotted rope hung from the side of a nearby building. 

She was up it in a flash, and he followed. Then the two of them scurried along the rooftops. "I feel like a ninja," she giggled. They managed to get into position just before the first screams started. The washroom emptied, half-dressed courtiers running from every exit as fast as they could. A few of the harmless garden snakes followed the screeching nobles, eliciting even more terrified shouts. 

"Thank you for helping me catch all those snakes, little mouse," Mitsuhide flashed her a genuine smile. 

"Anytime," Hekima laughed, her dark eyes flashing. "Someone had to put those arrogant jerks in their place." The visiting nobles had been swanning around the castle for days, tormenting the servants and leaving messes everywhere. "So what's next?"

Mitsuhide's eyes twinkled. "Lunch." He held up a cloth bag that smelled of cinnamon. 

Her eyes widened as she understood what he intended, and she began to laugh. "Oooooh that's just mean!"

"So you object?" He raised one brow, teasing.

"Nope. Some misery is earned." Hekima was still laughing as they made their cautious way to the kitchens. It was her job to distract the servants while Mitsuhide took care of adding his special ingredient to the food.

She tossed a smoke bomb into one of the outside ovens, and then shouted, "Oh no! The roast is burning! It's on fire!"

The servants all ran out, desperate to put out the fire before it spread. By the time they realized there was no danger, Mitsuhide had already slipped in and added dried senna to several of the nobles' feast dishes. The slight cinnamon flavor wouldn't raise any red flags, and in a few hours, the nobles would be camping at their toilets.

"Think that will be enough to make them go home," Hekima asked as they moved out of the kitchen area.

"Perhaps," Mitsuhide said, his lips curving in a crescent moon smile, "But I think we can ensure it with just one more little push." He pulled out a sealed container, the bamboo closed by hardened wax. 

Hekima read the handwritten label, her eyebrows rising. "Oh yes. This will definitely get those jerks to leave Azuchi."

Mitsuhide leaned over and brushed a light kiss across her lips. "You're so cute when you are having fun." 

Her cheeks heated despite all the kisses they'd shared before. His affection always made her feel fluttery inside, as if they'd only just met. "If that's so, kiss me like you mean it," she challenged.

"Don't tempt me. If I give in to my desires now, we won't finish our good works today." The heat in his eyes was enough to send pleasant prickles across her skin. 

"Fine. But when we're done . . ." Hekima gave him a meaningful look. 

Mitsuhide chuckled. "When we are done, I'll put a flush in more than just your cheeks."

Together, they slipped into the guest rooms, carefully dusting the nobles' futons and robes with the dried lacquer powder. Urushi would cause a rash and some itching, very uncomfortable but not dangerous. One night of that should push them right over the edge. And maybe next time they visited, they would learn to be kind to the staff.

Just to make sure, Hekima tucked little notes into their bags that said, "The curse of the rude guest can only be cured by politeness to those that take care of us." She didn't want the lesson to be misunderstood.

That night, Mitsuhide made good on his promises and threats, until both were sated. They woke late the next morning to an insistent knock on Mitsuhide's bedroom door. "I gave orders we were not to be disturbed," he called.

"I'm going to do more than disturb you," came Hideyoshi's stern voice.

"Not if I get to them first," Masamune growled. "I know they-"

"You both will have to wait until I finish with them," Ieyasu's cold, snappy tone interrupted.

Mitsuhide and Hekima shared a look. "Busted," she whispered.

[iheartgirlymcs111]

at the louvre le comte wya? 😭🙏 💛

[mitch4tune]

So Sebastian gets flack. I see how it is, Mitsuki.

Bro let himself be whisked away to sate his insatiable hyperfixation. Mad respect, honestly.

[yanderepuck]

This is me to everyone in this fandom

[mneiai]

These two always flaunting their sex lives at us.

[dark-frosted-heart]

AGF 2024 - Dark Mafia theme

[softlyshegoes]

ikevamp napoleon bonaparte hungering for you

[dokyeomification]

i complain a lot about otome mcs leaving their entire lives behind for some random man, but let's be real. if a hot vampire/warlord/criminal/etc. confessed his love to me and whisked me away to a time and place where i don't have to work 9-5 and have my soul crushed by capitalism every day? you would NEVER hear from me again

[machiavxlli]

Damn

[reroseshi]

Another batch of terribly low quality memes for yall cause i was bored again lol bon appétit children

[valerieve]

Happy be-lated birthday to Dazai Osamu!

BunAl Dazai is telling Ikemen Dazai all about his world. So shh, don't disturb them.

BSD Dazai got time out because Evelyn refused to draw him with the other two.

Now, was Dazai's birthday like 3 days ago? Yes Was there an exam on the exact same day for me? Also yes Was this rotting in my wip for a week? Also yes Will I post this AFTER 3 days? Absolutely yes

[chevlvrs]

this trope has my heart

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Ikevamp vampire law!! Pt1♡

[ana-thedaydreamer]

👁🫦👁