#ikemen vampire

[ynkfva]

Ugh i suppose i really do have a type

PRETTY BOYS

[ndoandou]

Fem arthur 2024

My ipad broke zzz so back to my roots it is

[natimiles]

[yandere-romanticaa]

No matter the version, Dazai is still Dazai.

[tako-cafe]

YIPPEE

[niintendoqs]

Poor Sebastian has absolutely walked in on some questionable activities

[yanderepuck]

I would gaslight Will and Arthur so hard

"No yeah Britain fell like. 30 years ago- yeah like 1995. No man its gone straight up- no its all Ireland now- well it was split. Half the land was given to Ireland and the other half was split between Belgium and - No bro im Not Kidding. I majored in European history- no yeah I wasn't even born yet I only heard stories of the um, what ya call it- monarchy? Some like queen or something?"

I want to watch them panic, or at least try to work out who dun it

The funny thing is.. Will and Isaac would not care. And would be like "welp. There went England" and move on

ARTHUR HOWEVER.

He loves the royal family and he's going into full panic mode. He's like "WE HAVE THE WARN THE QUEEN" and he's running around like an idiot trying to get information out of Sebastian as well thinking he might know more.

Isaac and Will look at each other and go "guess we're going to have to call ourselves Irish"

Arthur is like "NO. I AM SCOTTISH"

He won't stop panicking

[chevlvrs]

Unfortunately i will always love the poster boys

[dark-frosted-heart]

Oooooo

Suitor-themed cocktails

About to whack you with the martini glass

[chirp-a-chirp]

Napoleon: Everyone keeps flirting with you.

MC: You’re exaggerating!

Napoleon: In front of me.

MC: T-that can’t be!

Vlad: Here are flowers. Free of course.

Le Comte: Let me dress you, Ma Cherie.

Arthur: Wanna makeout luv?

Napoleon: NO.

[asamioneechan]

How can you be so sexy 🔥🥵

[oigimi]

Ummmm hey so I’ve been charged $220 for some maintenance bullshit by my landlord so I’m opening commissions for art or writing. I can write OCs I can draw them I can ship them I can do anything you want I just need this T_T

DM me for details I really need this I’m so sorry I hate begging like this but I’m willing to draw and write for u all

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT

AFTER 4 FUCKING YEARS I'LL FINALLY GO TO CORSICA WITH HIM

HFDOPSUFHSD OPFUSDH FPWEH FOEUHF OEWUFHEO FHEAUO

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS MF LET'S FUCKING GOOOO

BTW I BOUGHT THE PREMIUM STORY

IT'S GOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

RIGHT...

I'M GOOD. I'M GOOD. I'M OKAY. NOT SHOCKED AT ALL

[crowmero]

My one brain cell

[tako-cafe]

Twas a requested yippee by @groovylita

[pleasepushmeoffacliff]

Napoleon pancake fanfic

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Genre: Fluff

Content warning: Contains Pancakes! View at your own discretion!

Requested by @pauinthesky

Napoleon steps into his room with an exasperated sight. He lazily let his bag slip out of his grip as he walked to throw himself into the bed when he saw some still warm pancakes on his desk with a written note next to it: "Don't overwork yourself, xxx Comte."

He sat down on his bed; it felt more comfortable than usual today. Then picked up the plate and placed it on his lap. The scent of melted sugar filled his nose.

His hand reached for a fork, but there was none. He felt too tired to get one from the kitchen and just picked up a pancake with his bare hands. It rested in between his thumb and index finger.

The dough felt very soft to the touch. As he took a bite, the warmth felt like it could melt him from the inside out. And as he began chewing, the taste became apparent and the sugary contents melted on his tongue as he slowly leaned to lay down on the bed.

He swallowed the first bite and subconsciously licked the sugary remnants off his lips before taking another bite. He began eating one pancake after another.

Until he reached for one more... But there was none left.

His hand went to rub his drowsy eyes, but he noticed how greasy his fingers were, and decided to wipe them first. He reached for the napkin laying on his desk and slowly wiped his fingers.

Yawning, he decided to lay on the bed and rest for just a little bit, drifting into sleep.

Sebastian entered the room, walking quietly to Napoleon's desk and picked up the plate. Sebastian glanced at the sleeping Napoleon, he reached to carefully slip the blanket onto Napoleon.

Sebastian then left as quietly as he entered.

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End

A bit on the short end, but I hope you liked it.