#incorrect cybird

[hwascripts]

I present to you, an Ikesen meme compilation. I knew I’d one day have a use for the vids in my camera roll. SPOILERS

More crackposts here

[bontu-the-l0ver]

Found some old Twitters I edited for Facebook when I was recently starting to play ikemen series so they might not be accurate but enjoy

I gotta say back in the day I shipped Comte with Sebastian lol.

[littlewitty]

Nokto: *leaning on the counter* Hey beautiful, come here often?

Emma: is this the part where I remind you we’ve been married for three years or do I play along?

Nokto: play along!

Emma: all right. Sorry, I’m not interested. I’m married.

[slowlypalefire]

Chevalier: Belle, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

Belle: I don't know, I love you, talk to you later.

Chevalier: Ok, I love you too, I'll just ask Clavis.

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Belle: I need life advice.

Sariel: You came to the right person.

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Clavis: If something happend to Belle.... i couldn't live with myself.

Keith: Of course you wouldn't have to because Gilbert would kill you.

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Gilbert: Who hurt you?

Belle: No one.

Gilbert: Belle...

Belle: Do you want a list?

Gilbert*takes out his weapon*: Yes.

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Gilbert: Something's off.

Clavis: Maybe you've finally developed normal emotions and feel bad for hurting everyone.

Gilbert: No, but that IS funny.

[ikemen-trifecta]

꧁Crown as Quotes From Our Friend Group 2꧂

You're either the Sigma Mail or the Sigma Jail. –Edi

part 1

[corpiote]

gil: as a child, my small frame would buckle at the girth... of my out-sized intellect.

[kittygrimm88]

I do wonder, how all ikesen LIS would react if MC would be more domineering and more sassy?

[itisallindarknessnow]

MC at 4am : Hey Sebastian—wanna try those chickenless fried chicken things?

Arther, who was just passing by: Excuse me Luv, what the bloody—What did you just say?

MC: The chickenless fried chicken

Sebastian, who speaks fluent delusional: A particular kind of deep fried mushroom with sauce

Arther, nodding slowly: I’m going to go speak to Newt about this one

[ashxngrotto]

MC: what are we naming him? *holding their newborn son*

Gilbert: Arson

MC: You mean Anson?

Gilbert: No, Arson

MC: …

Gilbert: :)

MC: *hands the baby to the nanny and drags Gilbert out of the room*

MC: Gilbert, what the fuck.

[littlewitty]

Emma: Prince Gilbert confess!

Gilbert: Why do you think it was me?

Emma: because it’s always you!

Gilbert: *sad face* right, so you pick the only person in this room who’s an Obsidianite and instantly think it’s his fault because he’s not the same as anyone, he’s different and dangerous. I’m hurt, little rabbit.

Emma: Prince Gilbert…. I’m sorry.

Gilbert: No, don’t be…

Gilbert: … ‘cause it was me.

[slowlypalefire]

Gilbert: Belle, I feel like we aren't very close anymore, so i got us a matching bracelet.

Belle: Oh, that's actually sweet of-

Gilebert: *snaps on handcuffs*

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Clavis: Okay, truth or dare?

Gilbert: Truth.

Clavis: How many nights have you stalked Belle?

Gilbert:

Gilbert: ...Dare.

Clavis: Stop stalking Belle.

Gilbert: I don't like this game.

[ikemen-trifecta]

Comphet von Obsidian Is this the real reason he hates Belle?

somewhat inspired by this cat meme

I manually erased the edges of the Chev CG because I was too lazy to pick up my phone and use a drawing app despite it being right in front of me. I altered Gilbert's eyes in the first and second image, plus put the mouth of the third on the second to mash the sprites together. –Edi

Chevalier thought bubble if anyone wants it:

[itisallindarknessnow]

Me, to Arther, on a very lovely morning walk through the garden: ARE YOU SURE YOU’RE NOT ALSO A LITTLE GAY THERE SIR?

[judesmoonbeauty]

Challenge President Jude! Raven Company's Entrance Exam ☽˚

This is a fan translation. Not 100% accurate. Cybird owns everything. This is Jude's LINE activity to promote his route release. I have not included the answers on the main images, this way YOU can enjoy taking the test too as we shouldn't expect this to come to EN server. (It'd be cool if it did though.) I will provide the answers at the bottom of the page, so you can see if you answered correctly. Additionally, at the bottom, I will add the lines from Theodore, Ellis and Jude (a small clip) if you answer incorrectly. Marked for spoilers just in case. Hope you have fun with this! ☽˚

If you got the answers incorrect, then the guys would respond accordingly:

Theodore: Unfortunately, that’s wrong. Don’t give up, try again! Ellis: That’s incorrect. I won’t tell Jude, so try again. Jude: Tch. Wrong. Start over, ya damned nobody.

Answers:

☾. London ☾. Queen Victoria ☾. Trading ☾. Jude Jazza ☾. Assistant ☾. 177 cm ☾. 13 ☾. Reading ☾. His Lungs ☾. A former contracted employee ☾. A sadistic ghost who really enjoys watching people's shocked faces ☾. Physics, engineering, and astronomy ☾. Lab ☾. 11 kilometers per second ☾. Cunning and Ruthless Mobster (Ruthless, Arrogant & Intelligent Yakuza as known on JP)

Dividers: @.natimiles Tags list: @sh0jun @theimaginativelyreticent @sapphire-323 @letter-from-afar @nateko @raeraeks @cosmowgyrall. @lunaaka

[ikemenfanfiction]

Dazai: The First Taste of You Ikemen Vampire (April 2020) Masterlist

Featuring: Osama Dazai x Female Reader Word Count: 1700 Warnings: Angst/Fluff (Mention of injury and blood) Disclaimer: Ikemen Vampire characters are not mine. They are the rightful property of Cybird.

Premise:

You didn’t mean to break the hour glass.

Usually you were so careful. You lived in a house full of vampires after all. You’d accidentally cut yourself in the kitchen once while helping with dinner and Sebastian gave you the scolding of your life!

While the residents made great efforts to be civil there were still precautions to be taken.

Plus, causing any of the other residents discomfort when they had all—in their own way—welcomed you and made a place for you in the mansion? That was the last thing you wanted to do!

Yet, despite your efforts, there was another time Isaac had to leave the room after you had a mishap in the Library. Leonardo was there too and he simply laughed as he helped you bandage your hand. “You need to be more careful Cara Mia.” He had teased.

“Please don’t tell Sebastian!” You sighed. “He really let me have it last time. I promise to be more cautious!!”

Leonardo had laughed and agreed to keep your secret. You were indeed very careful the next week or so afterwards. Wearing gloves when it was appropriate and taking extra precautions when you could not.

Yet this time… you were not so fortunate.

Dazai

You cleaned up the wound as best as you could. It was very deep and it took some time to stop the bleeding.

The cut ran along your left forearm. You had nearly toppled onto the hourglass when it fell over.

It was very fortunate you had managed not to sustain more damage.

You’d cleaned up the mess as well as you could after tending to the injury, all the while feeling very downcast. You knew Le Comte’s collection was precious to him. You only hoped you could find some way to make it up to him for your blunder.

After that fiasco you decided to don your elbow length gardening gloves, (Yes, they were Sebastian’s suggestion.) and head outside to get some fresh air. You were weeding one of your favorite flower beds near the gazebo when someone called to you.

“Yumeko-san? Are you hurt?”

“Oh! Dazai! You startled me!” You gasp. In the shade of the trees he appeared even more surreal than usual with his flowing traditional kimono and cape. Added to those fascinating golden eyes,

you could swear he was some personage from a fairytale approaching you with a task or riddle.

If you blundered the task or answered wrong you would spend the rest of your life as his servant. Yet, if you found success he would grant you a wish.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I was cleaning and cut my arm. I thought the scent of blood might be a little less potent out here.”

“Is it still bleeding?”

You shrug holding your arm protectively against you.

He chuckled and settled down next to you. “Now now, Yuri-san let me see it. I cannot leave a fair creature, like yourself, alone and distressed beneath a shade tree.”

His teasing summoned a smile as it always seemed to. His light airy attitude always seemed to brighten a room. Since arriving at the mansion you’d often found yourself grateful for his company and advice.

“I was just thinking you seemed like something out of a fairy tale… some creature approaching me with a riddle or a task.” You laugh a little and allow him to take your arm and remove the glove. The bandage was indeed soaked with blood.  You sighed in disappointment. Perhaps you had done a poor job of bandaging it after all.

“It must be very deep to bleed so much. How did you do this, Minako-san?” Dazai’s gentle eyes were so full of concern you decided to brush off the fact that he had just called you a third

incorrect name in less than five minutes. After all no matter how many times you corrected him he always called you something else.

“I was quite clumsy and knocked over one of Le Comte’s hourglasses. It fell and broke, then I managed to cut myself on the shards of glass. Now it appears I also did a poor job treating the

injury.”

“Let me get you a fresh bandage and I will see if we cannot manage better between the two of us.” Dazai smiled at you reassuringly before disappearing into the mansion in search of the first

aid supplies. Meanwhile you tried to calm your heart.

Holy France, he was so charming! There were times you wanted to reach out and touch his handsome face just to be sure he was real. His gentle smile had comforted you several times since your arrival. You found the oddities the other residents tended to tease him about unique and even endearing. He was always so kind and quick to offer you a bit of cheer. 

“Thank you, Dazai-san.” You said with a smile when he returned with a box of bandages. He settled down beside you and took your wrist gently in his hand angling it so he could see the wound clearly.

“Is this… difficult for you?” You ask in a pained voice as you noted your arm had begun to bleed again.

“I believe the Greek Labyrinth would have been an afternoon stroll compared to this.” He replied.

When you gasp he chuckles, however, earning a glare from you.

“Awe, don’t be like that Yuki-san. I jest to earn your smile not your anger.” He teased, those gold eyes glittering. You hissed as he began to disinfect the wound again.

“So, since this seems in many aspects a fairytale encounter… what should I claim as payment for my assistance?” He asked concentrating on his work.

“Payment?” You ask in surprise as you watch him wrap your arm tightly putting pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. He then held it firmly for a few moments waiting for the flow of blood to slow.

“Yes. If this were a story I would certainly demand payment after helping a beautiful lady.”

You summon another laugh from him with the glare you cast his way.

“Do not make these faces. Even when you’re angry you are quite beautiful here in the garden. It is hardly fair.” He replaced the disinfectant in the box he brought out before extracting

the bandages. Meanwhile he kept pressure on the wound with his other hand. “So, if you were telling the story what would you offer?”

“I don’t know…” You flush just thinking about it. Here this beautiful man is holding your arm and it strikes you as quite an intimate position. Then he asks you for a reward?

“U-usually the lady would ask for a kiss but that’s hardly—”

You break off as his gentle smile changes to a teasing smirk.

You open your mouth to scold him for teasing you again when he suddenly moves much closer. So close you can feel his breath brush your cheek and count every lash surrounding those enchanting golden eyes. You gulp.

“So you would offer me a sweet taste of you… that’s quite a reward. Are you certain?” He seemed to be searching for an answer.

For just a moment you imagine it. The feel of his lips colliding with your own. What would his kiss taste like? Would it be sweet or passionate?

You were almost startled when he looked away from you and slowly unwrapped your arm to check the bleeding.

“Awe much better, Songo-san.” He smiled, bending your elbow to inspect the wound more closely.

A mixture of relief and disappointment flooded your heart. He was just playing with you.

“Dazai-sa—”

You broke off as he leaned forward and in and extremely erotic manor ran his tongue slowly—God so slowly—along your forearm. As he moved languidly across the opening of the wound it felt somehow both like a kiss and a caress at the same time.

The feeling of the tender warmth of his tongue tracing against your skin sent chills down your spine and halted your breathe in your lungs. When he drew back his gaze, that tender gaze, remained on your arm tracing the burning path his tongue had taken. You stared at him—speechless—as his expression grew pained. Pained as though your injury were his own. At last he sighed and rewrapped the

wound without meeting your gaze.

As your shock at his actions faded an embarrassing fire burned across your skin. Everywhere he touched seemed especially hot. Yet nothing burned hotter than your face as he finished wrapping

your arm and met your gaze.

“I fear I am unworthy of such a reward my sweet enchantress. Forgive me for taking some small pleasure while caring for you?”

There was a sadness in his eyes. A heartbreaking sadness. You

had sensed such sorrow from him before-catching rare glimpses of it when he sat alone and unguarded-yet he had never showed it so openly as he did now.

You doubted you would have been more shocked if he had kissed you full on the mouth.

“It was too much to claim I see. Forgive me then? I shall not make such a trespass again.”

He moved to go but you reached out to grab his arm.

“Wait!” You objected and he paused but shook his head.

“I have upset you.” He apologized again.

“It is not enough.” You say firmly.

“Enough?” He asks looking confused.

That sadness. His sadness. You could not allow him to leave like this. Not when you owed him for so many small moments where he managed to put you at ease or summoned your smile. How

could you abandon him to sadness when he’d been a light for your own lonely heart here in this mansion?

You gulp and push yourself forward before you can second guess your actions.

“Worthy or not you earned your reward, Dazai-san. I owe you a kiss.”

Surprise flashed in those golden eyes for just a moment. He hesitated and you feared he would indeed pull away. Or laugh and claim this was all but another joke. You weren’t certain you

could handle either reaction.

You barely had the chance to blink and he was there. His hot mouth brushing over yours with surprising zeal. His hands moved smoothly to touch you, bracing the back or your head with the warmth of his hands. His fingers tangling in your hair and thumbs urging your chin to tilt upward. Angling your mouth just right for him completely invade you.

Damn, how could he kiss like this? With the fury of a storm and the fervor of the tide crashing against the shore. Wave after wave of passion attempted to drown you as his tongue thrust deeper and deeper as though intending to consume you completely.

When he pulled back at last regret flooded his gaze. He was no longer sad. Instead he was consumed by pain as he panted for air.

No! You couldn’t let those feelings consume him. You couldn’t allow him to rebuild the walls around his heart that he used to shield others from this pain.

“Don’t please! Dazai—” Your hands gripped the cloth of his Kimono tangling into it desperately as your emotions tangled together inside you.

“Just one taste and we are already cast out of paradise?” He breathed unsteadily. “As you wish then, __.” No sooner had your name-not some other name but yours-left his lips than they

collided with yours again.

Whatever regret—whatever fate—lay before you, neither of you could know. Yet, after this you knew, despite whatever was to come, you could never take back this moment. Never again bury

these feelings which were now burning inside you. Whatever the future held… this moment would remain. Living and breathing inside your heart, until your heart itself grew still forever.

[shiraki-yurara]

Hitaki - Favorite Type

Disclaimer: Morganatic Idol belongs to CYBIRD & ABC Frontier, Inc.

My Notes: Translation is for entertainment purpose only. Translation may or may not be correct. Please ignore any grammar mistakes.

Hitaki: My favorite type? Well……, I like honest and cheerful people like you.

Hitaki: Their behavioral patterns are easy to read, and they are obedient, so they are easy to control.

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Err……

Hitaki: Ah, you look a bit put off. Maybe I was being a bit too outspoken.

Hitaki: But my answer just now is not a lie. I like you quite a bit.

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That's not a compliment.

Hitaki: Well, I did mean it as a compliment.

Hitaki: You have things that I don't have, and I think you're really cute.

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Is that really your favorite type?

Hitaki: Ah, I guess that's a bit off in terms of being a love interest.

Hitaki: But I do enjoy talking with you. So maybe it’s not really incorrect?

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Hitaki: On the other hand, what kind of men do you like? I'd like to know for reference.

Hitaki: No comment? Fufu, that's fine. Then let me gradually find out more from now on.

Hitaki: Or maybe it would be interesting to change the preference itself.