#arthur conan doyle (ikevamp)

[chevlvrs]

[namine-somebodies-nobody]

[Monthly banquet]

Dazai: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy, but if I invite you to my cabin in the woods, you're going to die.

Arthur: My favorite is explaining the difference between a booty call and a butt dial.

Shakespeare: It's called connotations.

Arthur: *nodding* How about this one...

Arthur: Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.

Arthur: *looks towards Comte, smirking* Sorry, Daddy, I've been naughty.

Comte: *sighs* All language has now been banned from the dinner table.

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[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: a handful of insecurities the ikemen guys would adore.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: happy holidays everyone!! i hope this makes at least one person feel loved by their fav <3 just know that this isnt a decisive list and that no matter your insecurity your favorite suitor would adore you to bits.

you might think that they're silly for adoring your stomach so much, worshiping any extra fat or polished muscle you possess. they revel in your softness, burying their face into your midsection whenever they get the chance, kissing the skin there when they wake up and resting a hand over your belly button when you two go to sleep. if you’re ticklish there, watch out, because they take great joy in poking and prodding you just to hear you giggle.

arthur, dazai, will, charles, luke, silvio, edgar, kyle, seth, loki, masamune, mitsunari, motonari.

they don't understand what’s so embarrassing about your body hair. to them, it adds a sort of human softness to your legs as they run their hands down your calves, feeling the slight prickle of where each strand begins and ends. they think it’s beautiful, smiling so softly as they cup your knee, rubbing their thumbs across your skin. they do the same to your arms, cherishing every inch of your body,  just to remind you that even if you don’t like your body hair, they do because it's you.

leonardo, vincent, faust, clavis, zero, sirius, fenrir, mitsuhide, shingen.

your nose is often where their kisses land, sprinkling the bridge of it with their love and affection. they caress your face so tenderly as they bump their nose against yours, and you can feel the smile on their lips when they lean in to kiss you again. no matter what shape or what size, they will never stop thinking that your nose suits you just perfectly.

isaac, jean, leon, yves, sariel, keith, jonah, luka, dean, oliver, hideyoshi, keiji.

they think your acne and your scars are beautiful, even if you hate the way they look on your body. they insist it could never take away from your beauty, that you will always and forever be radiant, even with the red marks and the dull, faded scars. they’ll help you take care of them so you aren’t hurt, but they will never let you believe that you’re ugly. that word should not be associated with you, not when you have constellations speckled across your face and scars that are on their precious love and their precious love alone.

napoleon, sebastian, licht, nokto, alter keith, ray, dalim, mousse, yukimura, kanetsugu, kicho.

...and along with acne, they know you could never look prettier, especially not without your cellulite or stretch marks or anything in between. they trace the folds and warps in your skin with reverence because you are their love, their light, and their darling, and for as long as they live they want nothing more than to be able to hold you. because you are a human being who is worthy of love, if not for your humanity then because of your humanity.

mozart, theo, comte, vlad, jin, chevalier, rio, gilbert, lancelot, harr, blanc, nobunaga, ieyasu, ranmaru, kenshin, sasuke, yoshimoto, kennyo.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

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Ikemen Vampire Chapter 13 (Arthur)

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[arthurs-puppygirl]

Chevalier is out here getting cucked, whoopsy 🫠

[haaymah]

cute

[shatcey]

Poor Isaaс...

As if it wasn't enough that Arthur was always ready to steal his girl…

WTF… Shuji are you seriously hitting on her? You of all people in this damn mansion? Didn't expect that at all…

I like that on Isaac's route is more Shuji than usual. I expected as much, considering how often he with Arthur like to tease the boy. But… it still feels so strange that they communicate like a real couple, and she doesn't even notice that.

Oh, God… I love him so much…

Isaac is so sweet and stubborn (I think that's a very good trait) and smart, and he's really trying to understand… It's a pity I cannot switch my interest to him.…

Especially when Shuji looks so sad…

Yea, right... a sister... We've been there...

[ikemenscreenshotoftheday]

01/01 Happy New Year, everyone! I wish you guys all the best in the upcoming year! Let's make 2024 a good one!

Friendly reminder that Arthur is "very fond" of high fives (ain't he so cute)

[lichtluv]

┌──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────┐

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭...

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

└────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────┘

↝ 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥.

[violettduchess]

A/N: Because he didn't have one yet 💜

WC: ~600

He tastes like coffee and wonder, like fudge and fervor.

The minutes leading up to this moment, this embrace in the depth of night, began with you coming back through the mansion door just as the clock struck the midnight hour, one hand pushing back the rich hood of your cloak, revealing cheeks flushed from the cold and eyes bright as sunlight winking off a morning’s frost. Your smile was wide and warm and open as you stepped into the parlor, searching for him. Arthur took one look at you, threw down his hand of cards and with a light smile and breezy valediction, took your hand and took his leave, pulling you along with him, away from the knowing glances of the others.

Up the wide staircase you go, down the carpeted hallway with its arched windows letting in pale slants of moonlight. Your room is much too far away and his may as well be on the moon. 

He needs you now.

And so he pulls you into a shadowy alcove, pulls you against his lean body. You’re laughing softly, breathless, murmuring something about still wearing your cloak and boots and- 

“As if that matters, luv.” 

And then his lips are on yours and you realize, no, no it doesn’t matter at all. Although eager, his kiss begins soft, one hand sliding up, across the plane of your cheek, thumb stroking smooth skin. His lips leave yours to roam the line of your jaw, to prowl the sensitive place below your ear. You tilt your head back and allow him access to the slope of your neck, expecting him to sink his sharp fangs in immediately, unable to resist the feeling of lawless pleasure.

He does not.

Instead, kiss after kiss decorates your skin, as if you are a blank page and he is the writer, jotting formless words of desire and devotion, of tenderness and aching affection along your throat, your collarbone, your shoulder.

No one before you has ever mattered. You are the beginning of his greatest story.

His name is a sigh whispered into the shadows, your fingers catching his chin and lifting his head back up so you can kiss his mouth, the romance of the moment draped around you like silken cords. His hands slide under your cloak, untuck your blouse from your skirt and slide underneath, palms pressing against the bare skin of your back. Up they slide, along your spine, then back down the lines of your torso. You are softer than vellum, his fingertips curling and tracing a filigree along your waist. They feel feather-light, like ink trails across your skin.

“I need you,” he breathes against your lips, sincere and honest, his heart a fragile thing you hold in your hands. And you smile, clutching the nape of his neck. “I need you too.”

He lifts you into his arms, kissing you once more, this time harder, a kiss edged with the promise of what is to come. You curl against him, soft and boneless as his long legs carry you down the hall, towards your room. You close your eyes, nuzzling into his neck, dropping kisses like tiny sparks against his skin. 

His heart thunders in his chest at your touch and he knows, with every fiber of his being, that you love him, as he is. You, who pulled his gaze away from the regrets of his past and helped him close the chapters on the trauma that had haunted him for far too long. Your love cradles him and keeps him safe, a cover to his fragile pages and a promise for all that is still unwritten.

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[chevlvrs]

Feminist icon if you ask me

[namine-somebodies-nobody]

MC: The floor is lava!

Vincent: *helps MC onto the counter*

Theo: *kicks Arthur off the sofa*

Arthur: *lays on the floor*

MC: ...Are you okay?

Arthur: No.

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[drewadoodle]

Hello, I'm selling off my paintings. I've got a ton that I need to get rid of, but these rose to the top as art I felt could probably be hung on a wall if you wanted.

Why are you getting rid of them?: I don't like to keep more than one drawer full of work, I typically have a nice little bonfire once in awhile. These are really nice though and I'd like to give people a chance to pick these up.

Why aren't you just mailing them for shipping only?: I did put a bit of work into them and though they're destined to leave my hands one way or another, it comes down to the fact that I am disabled, don't have a job, and would like to afford to buy something nice for myself or my girlfriend or family.

Prices are based off material costs and time spent. Photos here are to provide context for the candid color of the art. I often do a little color correct/contrast when scanning before I post; posts will be linked on the entry to provide further context on details.

Shipping is not included in the prices. Within the United States shipping is $10, and international is $35 with the shipping restrictions to specific countries found here.

Painting sizes are 12inches x 9inches. Materials are ink, watercolor, and a little acrylic.

Mitsuki (Ikemen Vampire) - $50usd

William Shakespeare (Ikemen Vampire) - $50usd

Napoleon Bonaparte (Ikemen Vampire) - $50usd

Arthur Conan Doyle (Ikemen Vampire) - $50usd

taken

Mai (Ikemen Sengoku) - $50usd

Clavis Lelouch (Ikemen Prince) - $40usd

taken

Keith Howell (Ikemen Prince) - $50usd

Gin Ichimaru (Bleach) - $50usd

The sketch is dual sided.

Ukitake Juishiro (Bleach) - $50usd

This is for the painting originals, NOT prints!!! It will come WITH the working sketches pictured, which I feel add a certain extra charm to the work. Shipping tracking will be provided.

If you are interested in a different painting not pictured below, please let me know so I can provide the details! Interested parties can DM or ask or reply here.

I reserve the right to refuse a sale, yadda yadda.

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