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another-clive-blog · 6 months

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Alright you know what I can't stop thinking about that last ask, so I'm just going to share my favorite French UF funfacts and then call it a night lol. They aren't like crazy stuff but I like them (or not, but that's kind of the point snfdfjn) <3 I must first say that French Unwound Future is REALLY close to the English version. Names are identical (The only name change I know of is the blonde guy from Pandora's Box I think, because I haven't seen anyone here call him Vlad) and so are plot points : the only thing really different is the dialogs !!

SO !!!! Small list of my favorite (or not.) changes in the French version !!

Layton :

NO ONE agrees on how to pronounce his name :') Typically in French it would be "Léton" (English = Laytonne), but since le Destin Perdu is very influenced by English… Oof lol. Team Laytonne = Layton, Don Paolo; Team Létonne = Luke, Clive, Dimitri. FIGHT

On a very related note, French version kept "gentleman" :o Although gentleman can be used in French, the word "gentilhomme" also exists. I think this is because gentleman refers more to a way of life but that could be me. Anyway NONE of them knows how to pronounce it 😭😭 "Geantleumanne"/"geanteulmanne" kbejvyd

"Puzzles" become "énigmes" (riddles). Cela me rappelle une énigme…

Layton and Don Paolo share the same voice actor, voice acting veteran Martial le Minoux. I love his work honestly, nothing more to say except that he is a perfect fit. 10/10

Luke !

He is SO weirdly rude in French- like he is insulting people but with formal old school words ?? "You're a real piece of work" becomes "Vous n'êtes qu'un vaurien" (You're a scoundrel/good for nothing). At the casino instead of saying "We gave them a taste of their own medicine" he goes "Quelle bande de poltrons" (What a group of cowards, but like coward said by a 1940s grandpa lol). Why so much hatred in your heart boy-

He has the less dialog changes so there isn't much else to say :/

He and Flora share a voice ! It suits Luke very well (energetic and passionate), although I think the English one is better. 8/10

Flora :

She sounds less confident in French :( More "frail Victorian orphan who has every disease", which may sound fun but. Yeah. 7/10

She does roast people like a queen 👌 "That was quite ill-mannered of him. Still that was an awful thing he did, right Professor ?" becomes "Quelle brute mal élevée ! Mais ce qu'il a fait est vraiment affreux. Je mérite des excuses, non, Professeur ?" (What a rude bully ! Still what he did was really terrible. I deserve an apology, don't I Professor ?) Like she KNOWS he's in the wrong and she is getting that apology kdjvdkx

Also works with getting left behind !!! "What am I supposed to do ? Sit here like a lemon and wait ?" -> "Qu'est-ce-que je suis censée faire quand vous m'abandonnez ? Compter les mouches ? Comme c'est amusant. Et quand je dis amusant, je veux dire pas amusant du tout !" (What am I supposed to do when you leave me behind ? Count flies ? How fun ! And by fun, I mean no fun at all !)

Why is everyone so fed up in French lol

Clive : (Sorry I KNOW he is the longest but also this is a Clive blog. Don't be surprised about me obsessing over his dialogs lol)

French version doesn't call him "Future Luke" but "Adult Luke", which is very funny because you know they felt the need to tell people "This guy isn't a 16 YO" njekfzb

He has the most changes in dialog, and some of these changes are freaking brutal lol

For example, he doesn't say "Please, make yourselves comfortable. Sit back and relax. After all, you won't be leaving any time soon". (You don't like that but you can't stop me). Instead, he says "Allons, mettez-vous donc à l'aise. Ouvrez grand les yeux. Après tout, le spectacle promet d'être grandiose." (Please, make yourselves comfortable. Keep your eyes wide open. After all, the spectacle is sure to be a grand one) French Clive is a goner, that guy is Robespierre or something

"Though some may call it revenge, I prefer to think of it as justice" -> "Certains parleraient de vengeance, mais il s'agit en réalité de justice" (Some may call it revenge, but it really is justice). Denial is a river in Egypt 👍

It works both ways tho !! Like he doesn't say "I- I see" after Claire tells him that scientists were to blame too. He goes "Je- merci" (I- thank you). My heart is broken

His acting is… not that good. I think this was like, the second role his VA has ever had, and it shows. Overdoing it A LOT. Positive point is that I really like his voice, even though his acting lacks experience. 5/10 would be interested to hear him redo it

There is ONE exception to that tho, and it's the defeat scene- if you had to watch one French Clive scene absolutely go for this one. Overdoing it kind of works in that scene + there is my FAVORITE dialog change. "It can't end that way- it won't end that way" becomes "Je ne peux pas échouer- je ne dois pas échouer" (I cannot fail- I must not fail). Chef's kiss 1000/10 and most definitely the reason why I have a weird obsession with modals in my writing lol

Uuuuh this is getting quite long so I won't put the others. Maybe next time, if there is a next time (I am an undecisive unhelpful person <3). For now I should go to sleep it is 3 in the morning lol

#I love love love listening to media in other languages and comparing the small differences <3 #Like I said there isn't much difference... But it's still fun ahah #Anyway #Hershel Layton #Luke Triton #Flora Reinhold #Clive Dove #Professeur Layton #Professeur Layton et le destin perdu #my stuff #My analysis #<- I guess ???

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sun-spice · 2 years

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DP AU where Danny comes out of the portal totally fine.

CW angst, terminal illness, chronic pain, suicidal ideation

Sam looks at him with wide guilty eyes. "Thank fuck, Danny we thought you were a goner."

Tucker stares at him with naked relief.

Danny just laughs shakily. "Damn, me too honestly, that was terrifying."

And for a while everything is fine! (If Danny ignores slow creeping sickness that seems to have come over him. He's so cold. Why is he so cold? He wakes up from nightmares in sweat.)

Ghosts are attacking Amity, fuck, is this his fault? His friends assure him it's not. (Sam got really hurt, they barely managed to get to her in time. The terrible menu was a blessing because he didn't have to pretend to eat, he's constantly throwing up, he can't keep food down. He hides the tremors in his hands and covers up the strange rash on his torso.)

(Every day he's in pain.)

He meets his parents' old college friend. He's a fucking fruitloop and tries to kill his dad. Danny somehow manages to talk him out of it. (Looking at Danny seems to make Vlad Masters deflate in resignation, the fight drained out of him.)

He gives Danny a haunted look and--(Danny is dying a slow and painful death. There's no way around it, Daniel. Only a question of whether he wants to become a ghost or not.) (Is that better?) Vlad, the maybe-ghost, doesn't answer, he just walks away.

(Are ghosts monsters? They attack constantly, the Huntress and his parents sure seemed to think they are. Danny sure doesn't know what Vlad is but okay is definitely not it.)

He is fine. He smiles through dinner (if it looks brittle his parents don't seem to notice, Jazz gives him a unreadable look.)

(He stares at the purified ectoplasm, the ectoplasm that burns skin, listing the pros and cons. If he drinks it he might just immediately throw it up again. If he injects it though in small doses then perhaps that could ensure he becomes a ghost. But does he want to become a ghost?)

(Maybe overdose on painkillers is a better idea, it's not like it would be hard, he's in so much pain nowadays.)

(He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want to become a ghost, but he doesn't want to stop existing.)

He is fine.

#dp #danny phantom #cw terminal illness #cw suicidal ideation #ecto-acne au

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newsfreethinker · 2 years

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Kyle Perera, el manager de ITSOKTOCRY, prepara nuevo album con Zelly Ocho

Kyle Perera es representante de artistas desde el sello Cleopatra Records que su familia dirige desde 1992. Kyle está presentando los nuevos lanzamientos musicales que ha estado preparando para este verano. Más sencillos con artistas como Goner, Sovren, Trent Madison y Maybe Tomorrow. Y un álbum completo en proceso con Zelly Ocho con el título de «VLAD 2». Empezó a sentir más interés en la…

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#Cleopatra records #Itsoktocry #Kyle Perera #Zelly Ocho

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gonersccfinds · 2 years

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About me

Name: Goner

Age: 18

Pronouns: They/them

Birthday: April 23rd, 2004

Zodiac: Taurus sun, Gemini moon

Mbti: ISTJ

Favorite sim: Vlad ;)

Other likes: Reading, Stardew Valley, baking, watching streams, Minecraft, my pets, & the color blood red

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froppy-butterflyfan2000 · 2 years

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For Denki What is their darkest childhood memory?

.......Wow, ok then. I will tell you his darkest childhood memories he have.

Warnings: Kidnap + hostage, animal death, bullying, and transgender hate crime are mention. So if anyone is reading this, avoid it. This ask is a fictional character in a fictional next gen verse created by @princess-lunalu. The verse contains serious topics and themes so be warn.

It was suppose to be a great memorial trip for the Deols to the Salim Ali Bird Sanctuary, Goa. (Denki love birds. His father gave him a book about birds on his 8th birthday and give facts about them. The Deol Family used to have a pet parrot too.) Denki would have get to see woodpeckers, sandpipers, cormorants, white egrets, malabar trogons and drongos. However they die out, and the surviving newborn chicks are quickly transfer to reservoir because the usage of modern mobile phones, from which the radiation affected the brains of birds and caused mass deaths. (Since the technology are advancing, cities like Townsville and Mumbai are advanced and alot of tech companies like telecom.) There was court investigation on the mass deaths of the Salim Ali Bird Sanctuary's Birds, and the investigation ound no violations because telecom companies reduced signal levels prior to government tests to conceal wrongdoing. Denki was heartbroken over what happened. That why Denki is a huge support on having less cell towers in Townsville and eliminate excess cell towers in Mumbai to reduce and control cell phone radiation and ensure that technology does not threaten the lives of living beings. It is why Denki would cancel any electronic his siblings and cousins are using to limits their screentime because he is afraid their health will get worst by the radiation. He is the one to be worry about their health. For example, if he seen Destiny getting headaches when going out and find out that Destiny is staring at the computer screen for too long that he cancel the computer and try to commits her into outdoor activities and reading.

When Momoko was born and Denki was six, they were kidnapped and held as hostages by none other than Lord Balarama, a villain who escape from the heroes rounding up almost all the villains in the world (like Vlad Masters) & crime mob boss well feared and known in India's mob circles for assassinating all the affilated crime bosses in India. They been held in a dark room with no windows and only a chair and crib for two whole weeks. They would have been goners if his parents, Aunt Bubbles, Neel Shaara, Debrii (Deborah Fields), and Indian Taskforce saving them. After his arrest, Lord Balamaja lost his affiliated territories and those who are connected to him either disappear or arrested too. Momoko does not remeber this because she was only a baby, but Denki who moved on from this childhood trauma, will be scare of being in a dark and small space.

When Momoko gotten bullied at one point just because she of her identity of being transfemale. At one point when they threw stones at her, Denki beaten up her bullies till his prosthetic hands are covered in blood. It was after he gave Momoko an advice to take action and be strong, he cannot stand her crying and felt that she did not fully accept it at all. Do not worry the bullies are alive, they just learnt their lesson and bullied Momoko less when Denki isn't with her.

Momoko Deol belongs to @cooltmoney95.

Destiny Grey belongs to @princess-lunalu.

#tw: kidnapping #tw: animal death #tw: transphobia #lunaverse #Denki Deol

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vampiresuns · 3 years

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🍋 Wedding Bells

❦ WEDDING BELLS ❦

Written for day 4 of @midsummer-masquerade, using the prompts Role Play and Sensory Depravation. In which Anatole’s parents, Vlad Radošević and Louisa De Silva, reminisce on the past. 1.5k words.

You can read the rest of City of Delights here.

It began with a chair; a chair Vlad found himself tied to with a blindfold over his eyes. In any other scenario he would’ve remarked on the chair’s comfort, or how nice it would be to have it in a reading spot. It’s back reclined enough so one could lounge comfortably, without lying on it, and had a separate piece that could be used as an ottoman. In any other scenario, Vlad would’ve been able to picture himself sitting on it, a book in hand, as Louisa sat on his lap, reading her own book.

He hissed as Louisa adjusted the ropes that tied his arms to the back of the chair. He was wearing absolutely nothing other than his blindfold, and the fabric was dense enough so it filtered all light. It also went over his ears — while it didn’t cancel out the noise it did muffle it just enough that it made the only sense he could rely on to know where Louisa was, when she wasn’t touching him, a little more unreliable.

Even then, he couldn’t contain a smile.

“What?” Louisa said, voice carrying through with amusement and affection. She didn’t even know what he was smiling about, and he could already hear the laughter in her voice. He loved his wife.

“It’s always chairs with us, isn’t it?”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

He heard the ottoman piece scrap against the floor before Louisa’s hands began trailing up his thighs. She slowed down when her hands reached the point his thigh met his hip, her fingers digging just enough into his skin to make his cock twitch.

“Care to refresh my memory, my love?” She said, leaning forward to catch Vlad’s lips on her own. He tried to deepen the kiss, but Louisa pulled back quickly.

He pouted. It made her giggle.

“A little memory refresher? No?”

“For you, my love? Anything, anywhere.”

“Careful with those words, Vlad, who knows if they have any follow up.”

“Do you want me to refresh your memory or not?” Louisa smacked his knee with a playful touch and he tried to catch her hand, forgetting he was tied up. He sighed. “Well, the first time we slept together, that was on my sofa.”

“Hm, you’d be correct. You were shirtless, and I was a little too obvious.”

“Which is fine by me, my love, because I was useless.”

Louisa paused. “By the way you made me come that day, I wouldn’t say you were useless.”

Vlad cleared his throat, trying to ignore the creeping heat on his chest. He knew he was blushing. Unlike Louisa, who seldom did, he blushed too easily. “Then there’s our chair in the library, the one at home—”

“Ah, yes. We never told Anatole he was conceived there, did we?”

“Please stop talking about our son when your hands are that close to my dick and I’m tied to a chair.”

“Do I need to explain to you, out of all people, Vlad Radošević, the Vlad Radošević, alchemist and polymath, where babies come from?” Vlad had a comeback on the tip of his tongue, something about Louisa being terrible, but nothing came out as Louisa moved her hands to his dick with a practised and familiar grip. She stroked him up and down, slowly, her thumb pressing against the slit on the head.

“Would you prefer my hands to be here? Or away? Because I can—”

“No, please… Lulu?”

She smiled, not that he could see, but it was audible in her voice. “You’re missing an important chair.”

He tried to move his hips into Louisa’s strokes, wanting more already, but Louisa had tied him well, so he couldn’t move them. It was never enough for him, though, so he wasn’t surprised by his own wanting. He wanted all of Louisa, he wanted to be Louisa’s, just hers, always hers. It had been that way since he met her, and after 25 years of marriage he had no plans in going back.

Speaking of marriage, that was the chair he was missing. There were more, of course, like the chair in his workshop or his office, and so many other chairs, but the wedding chair was special. It marked the beginning of a new life, the end of a war, it was important for both of them.

Once again, he couldn’t help but to smile. “You know, this isn’t too unlike our wedding night. I think you used what was it? A garter?” Louisa hummed a confirmation. “Yes, a garter to tie my hands behind a chair. That chair went further back, though, I think. You spent a long while sitting on my face.”

“It’s a very good face, Vlad.”

“Why, thank you. I could say the same about yours, but I’ve never had the pleasure.”

“Don’t act like I haven’t offered for you to sit on it, and you have said no because you say you’re too tall.”

“I’m right.”

“My love?”

“Yes, Louisa?”

“Shut up.”

Louisa moved forward to kiss the corner of his mouth and plopped herself back on the ottoman. She removed her hand from Vlad’s dick too, making him react with an indignant sound. She laughed again, she couldn’t help it. She was a goner for this man, and always had been. Taciturn, funny man.

“Indulge me, though, mi amor, what if this was our wedding night? What if we were both in our 30s again and had exchanged our vows not five hours ago, what then?”

“Then I would say the same thing I did when I married you, and I don’t say it just because I want you to touch me again—”

“Are you sure?”

“On my honour.”

Louisa rolled her eyes. “I think your dramatics are half your charm, but keep refreshing my memory, but I think I know what you’re going to say.”

“What am I going to say, oh, all knowing Goddess divine I happen to have married?”

“You said that you wanted me, this night and every night of your life, as long as I allowed it—”

“Just like I have since the moment I realised I was in love with you. If there were other ones before you I don’t remember, and if there’s anyone after you, I do not want them.”

Louisa began running her hands over his thighs again, but this time he could feel her, just barely, above him, her warm body making way between his legs. She took his cock in her mouth, warm and wet and drawing a groan out of him at first contact. On any day, feeling her mouth on him made him dizzy in the best way, but now that he couldn’t see, he couldn’t touch, and couldn’t move? He was so hard his cock ached. Louisa’s tongue moved around the head of his dick, pressing against his slit as her hand moved up and down around the base.

She let him go with a wet pop, leaning her mouth with the back of her hand. She moved on top of him straddling him, putting one of her hands on his shoulders for leverage, while the other guided Vlad’s dick against her cunt. She rubbed it from her entrance to her clit, before guiding it inside her. She moaned as it went in, already searching for Vlad’s lips, kissing him and letting the kiss swallow the moan. She wasted no time and began moving, showering her husband in praise.

If he could touch her, he would’ve drawn her close, as close as he could until there was no space between them, naked body against naked body. Knowing this, Louisa did it herself, pressing against Vlad as best as she could while she moved. Having him inside her, pressed together as they were, breathing into each other’s mouth it was almost as if they were one being. One thing made of two people.

If they only became a little more appart, it was because Louisa slid a hand between them so her fingers could draw circles against her clit. Vlad couldn’t blame her for it. She kept moving her hand and fucking her husband until she came, nails digging against Vlad’s skin as he begged her not to stop moving, to please keep fucking him until he came too. She indulged him, kissing him again too.

It didn’t take Vlad too long to come; while Louisa hadn’t asked him to hold his orgasm, he did it on his own accord, wanting to draw this out as much as possible, so when he did come, he came hard. Louisa kept moving, albeit progressively slower, until Vlad came down from it, kissing his neck as he regained his breath.

She laid on top of him, pressing kisses against his clavicle as he craned his neck to kiss the top of her head, sharing the silence.

“Vlad?” Louisa said eventually.

“Yes, my love?”

“Are you fit for another one or are you going to pull some nonsense on me? Like age?”

“When have I ever claimed to be too old to have sex with you?”

“If there’s any time to use that excuse, I thought it would be now. You’re still tied and at my mercy.”

“When have I ever thought that was a problem?”

Louisa laughed against his lips, peppering his lips with kisses. “In that case, I hope you’re ready.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#the arcana #the arcana lemon #my writing #vesuviaafterdark #city of delights #midsummer masquerade #vlad radosevic #louisa de silva #vlad and louisa #vlad's main personality trait is loving his wife

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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I'm back again (what a surprise lol), if you feel up to it would you mind writing hcs for Jean with the letters Q,T, Y & Z? If that's too much please feel free to take a letter or two off! Tysm 💖

Haha, no worries!! I could gush about Jeanne all day, I really loved writing these!! 💕💕💕 Under a cut because of length (we all know I’m a verbose thot 😂😂😂):

Fluffy ABC headcanons listed here for requests!

Q = Quality Time (how does he like to spend time with her?)

Jeanne loves to do anything MC wants to do (within reason). Any amount of time with her anywhere fills him with bliss. (The heartbreaking alternative to this is that, while he understands they both have things to do that require them to be apart during the day, he misses her presence dearly.)

She wants to bake? He will sit there in the most embarrassing apron and chef hat known to man, and he won’t give a single fuck as long as MC is genuinely delighted and having a marvelous time. In a meadow overflowing with flowers? He’d enjoy the atmosphere alone, but the feeling is just multiplied a thousand-fold at the sight of MC weaving little flower crowns. She places one on his head and excitedly tries to show him how to make one himself, and he just smiles fondly. She wears the crown he makes no matter his lack of skill for the delicate task, and her insistence fills him with such unabating warmth. He struggles to do more mundane tasks and doesn’t really understand where all her energy comes from sometimes, but even so it brings him endless amounts of joy. Will escort her anywhere she wants to go without a single complaint; theater? You got it. Concert? Sure. Watching paint dry? Sick, time to get out the sword polish and chill. (It’s like Netflix and chill, only worse.)

The only places he will ever hesitate to bring her are places that are potentially dangerous; let’s say the black market, or the local casino, Vlad’s castle, etc. etc. He doesn’t like to expose her to unnecessary risks, but he also won’t stop her if she has a good reason/really wants to go. He’ll just glare at every potential threat and stick to her side like glue.

His personal favorite way to spend time though is in settings where they have quiet and privacy, where it’s just the two of them. Whether they’re in the gorgeous field full of lilies behind the mansion or cuddling in their bedroom, he is at his most comfortable and content wherever she is in his arms and they are left alone. (Let it be known that he doesn’t hate others, he just can’t help that he finds larger groups of people exhausting to keep up with--and he’s always on guard to ensure MC’s safety.)

T = Time (how long did it take them to get together?)

(I’m going to preface this by saying: I’m well aware that ikevamp speeds things up but I tend to see that as a narrative necessity; I think a lot of the men would work up to their romance more slowly, ideally.)

With Jeanne it’s a little funny because he develops affection/intrigue for people fast, so it’s fairly obvious when he starts crushing on MC. (I can’t stress enough, Sebas and Mozart are BOTH lenny face from like the first fucking day, it’s the funniest thing in the world. ANYWAY--). He’s similar to Leonardo in that way; there are certain qualities he inherently finds appealing, so he naturally gravitates to people that reflect them. However, a more abiding love--the desire to form a romantic bond with someone--takes more time for him. He and Sebastian share this quality (ISXJ amirite); they fall more and more deeply in love with the person they cherish as they form consistently pleasant memories in their proximity. More than anything, these two stoic characters need somebody that makes them feel safe, appreciated, and profoundly seen.

Her relentless desire to reach others in a positive way is the first thing that attracts Jeanne’s attention, but otherwise he is absolutely a slow burn when it comes to being committed to another person. He needs time to fall in love with all the little parts of his MC (all of which he finds endearing uwu), to develop trust and see that his MC can handle him, too. He knows he’s...a lot...so he can’t really be comfortably intimate without having the other person see the best and worst of him. If MC can face his past with sensitivity and earnest concern--without being overwhelmed--then he will well and truly be a goner for them. That’s the thing about Jeanne: he needs time to feel comfortable with his decision, but when he has decided he’s one of the most devoted lovers in existence.

Given his necessity for security, he needs somebody who can see him at his most vulnerable without panicking and gently bring him back to himself--someone who doesn’t mind his wooden nature and difficulty expressing himself. I would say getting together would take at least a year and a half, at minimum. He needs somebody that, for all of his reticence and power, recognizes that he means absolutely no harm to anyone so long as they aren’t hurting him or anyone else. Under normal circumstances (rather than expedited ones), I imagine those difficult topics wouldn’t come up that quickly.

If we’re talking together as in hanky panky, I think it would take him a little while beyond that--but that would depend on his partner, too. If she needs time or doesn’t want it at all, he will wait any length of time or not engage at all. If she’s more desirous, he will engage faster and with more frequency. He likes being intimate and close to her, but would never insist on it if it made her unhappy.

Y = Yes (how would he propose to her?)

When it comes to Jeanne, I think his proposal would be simple, direct, and entirely expected--but no less heartfelt and deeply romantic. He’s a man of few words, but whatever he lacks in eloquence he makes up for in charged brevity. He doesn’t much understand the social conventions/expectations tied to marriage in this era (and he does not listen to Comte either) so I imagine it comes to him naturally in the course of being with her.

It’s a few years into their relationship, and he’s smiling because she’s dazzling--whether it’s humming in the garden, or staring at the stars, or curled up close to his heart in his shared room; he just knows. Whether it’s a sin, or unconventional, or something he doesn’t deserve--none of those things are strong enough to deter him anymore. He wants to be the one that she turns to always when in need, wants to protect everything that she is--a sweet beacon in a world where he knows how easily that kind of brave light is snuffed out. Honestly more than anything, she just makes him feel like it’s okay to hope again, that it’s okay to want good things for himself and the future. He was a soldier once branded a traitor, but that isn’t who he has to be anymore. Now he has a choice; he’s free to move forward however he wishes. She taught him that.

“MC?”

Bright eyes turn to him, smooth skin glowing in the moonlight beside him. She’s beautiful; he doesn’t think any amount of time will ever be enough to fully appreciate the blessing of her existence. As if she could hear his thoughts, she encourages him to share. She was always like that, always so perceptive and patient, no matter how much he struggled to articulate something. He much preferred the sound of her voice over his any day. “Is something on your mind, love? Something good happen today?”

He was fully aware he had none of the wit or charm that other men possessed, and while he wished he could be that for her--it simply wasn’t within his capabilities. So he used the words he understood best, following his direct nature: “Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widen a little, but the surprise is muted; it was more a matter of time than anything else. Even so her eyes glisten, and before he can try to calm her (her tears dissolved all his good sense, sent his heart into chaos), her arms are tight around him. He can hear her heart racing, even faster than his own.

“Of course I will! Yes, Jeanne!”

He’d hoped she wouldn’t hate the idea but her excitement, the tenderness that lingers in the way she cradles him close, makes him smile against her shoulder. His arms tighten around her, and he renews his vow to be her sword--the one and only man to protect her until the end of their days. (Yes, Mozart later drags his ass to the jeweler’s to get a proper ring 😂😂😂)

Z = Zen (what makes him feel calm?)

There are very few things in this life that bring Jeanne peace, but I think the highest things on that list would be MC’s voice/presence in general and his little babie Cherie (bonus points if the two are playing together, he just melts Mon Dieu 😭💖💖💖 ).

He’ll often ask MC to read to him, if she’s so inclined, when his literacy improves. He loves the soft sound of her voice, and he wants to keep improving on his ability to communicate with more clarity. It makes her so happy when he leaves her coherent notes and manages to convey his thoughts with greater accuracy, so it really motivates him to keep striving. He likes it even better when she gets really into a reading, doing silly voices or changing the dynamics of her voice to fit the piece’s mood. It makes him smile; so excitable and cute. Though alternatively, she could be reading the phone book for all he cares; it’s enough to soothe him right to sleep. Sometimes--and especially when he’s had bad nightmares, retraumatizations, or when he’s overstimulated--she’ll fit him gently in her lap and just talk until he falls asleep. She’ll sing, read, talk about things they’re looking forward to, talk about things she needs to do tomorrow, talk about silly shenanigans that happened in the mansion recently; anything that will bring him back to her and her love. It really works to center him, to situate him back in the present moment instead of rattling around in his own head.

It’s honestly much like the sea and the shore, though there may be tides--the water recedes and surges--she will always be there to meet him.

Cherie is his baby girl and such a sweet kitty that he can’t help but smile whenever she bounds over to him. A little ball of energy, he’s always getting her toys, toting her around, and petting her gently. Whenever Cherie and MC are together in front of him, his heart about explodes from the uwus of it all; they’re his most cherished ones, and he loves to see them get along. MC will usually be giggling and cooing at the pretty tiger, and Cherie soaks up the affection with obvious glee. Just watching them is enough to make his heart so light--he can’t think of anything else that makes him relax down to the marrow.

He will also find a lot of calm after lovemaking, which is something that surprises him--something he never expected. Jeanne has a hard time connecting with other people; not because he doesn’t care, but because emoting in conventional ways can be a challenge for him. He doesn’t have He Who Must Not Be Named’s charm, he doesn’t have Napoleon’s easy confidence, he doesn’t effuse Vincent’s natural warmth. He’s aware of how little he emits tangible humanity according to the perceptions of others. It leads to him feeling isolated everywhere he goes, even if people don’t particularly dislike him. Even so, his MC knows that for all his struggle to express himself, he possesses a deep, fiery wealth of emotion and passionate feeling. He cherishes her willingness be vulnerable alongside him; to embrace the good and the difficult parts of him in stride. He is left awestruck by the extent of her fervor and loving heart every single time, and in the aftermath he finds himself at such startling peace with his existence. No pain, no hollowing loneliness, no guilt, no intrusive thoughts--just her warm body against his, so trusting--as she sleeps. He’s grounded in the moment, he feels tethered to her, and he doesn’t know how to handle the full feeling in his chest, the way his heart feels too many sizes too big. He spends many nights adjusting to that feeling of fulfillment, reveling in this new boon--among the dozens she’s already given him. Will wonders never cease?

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp jean #ikevamp jeanne #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp cherie #can you tell i would die for him LMFAO #such a loving and tender man beneath the battle-hardened veteran #he's deadly gap moe and we love that for us #also poor comte (though no purebloods were harmed in the making of this message)#OMG WAIT #DOES THAT MEAN #JEANNE HAS INVENTED #NETFLIX AND K I L L????#HAHAHAHAH OMFG

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Can u do another headcannon/scenario thingy of the boys hold/see their child for the first time but with Leonardo, Arthur, and Isaac. If u can’t I understand

Of course I can. Thank you for asking.

Anyone who would like to ask me to write something for them are more than welcomed to ask. Just make sure you say whether you would like a headcannon, fic, or drabble. Also please include what characters you would like to me to write for.

I only do Ikevamp. (That does not include Vlad, Charles, and Faust because I cannot read Japanese, so therefore literally have no knowledge on them)

Characters: Leonardo, Arthur, Isaac

Warnings: birth

Leonardo

when he was told he was going to be a father he couldn’t have been more ecstatic, even if there was always a worry about how his vampiric side would effect the child emotionally and physically

he was napping in a random hallway after becoming too tired from walking from the library to his room when his s/o started screaming bloody murder

when it was time to start pushing he was suddenly attacked by a flurry of fist from the laboring woman and all he could do was stare wide eyed at her fury

after being attacked he had slipped behind her shaking body, her back to his chest, and held both of her hands in his own and helped coach her through the contractions

constantly whispered how beautiful she was in her ear

“you’ve got this cara mia, I believe in you”

when the child’s cry pierced the air he felt his whole body relax with relief

holding the tiniest child he had ever seen in his arms and staring in to that said baby’s bright golden eyes was the straw that broke the camel’s back

basically- he was a complete goner

can you say protective daddy to the max?

“we’re going to learn so many new fascinating discovers together little one”

Arthur

he was out in the city running a pregnancy craving food spree when his s/o went into labor

he didn’t know what was telling him to return home, but he listened to his gut and practically moved at light speed to get back with the food in bags in his hands

it was like all hell broke loose when he was gone

when he found his laboring momma, men were running around like a chicken with their head cut off, clothes were thrown all over the walls and floors, bed covers where in the bath tub, there was a broken vase pushed to the side, and in no way, shape, or form did Arthur want to know what was huddled in the corner

quickly he had jumped into action, his doctor side pushing its way out, and started to yell out orders

“Towels, blankets, warm water, surgical tools, pillows, and somebody get Vincent out of here before he contaminates the area with his puke!”

the birth was tricky and many times Arthur felt like breaking down at the thought that his love could be just like so many other women he had tried to help give birth, only for both the child and mother to die.

but he refused to stop working for even a moment, for his s/o needed him, and he was not going to allow neither the child or the mother to die, if they did he would have followed them to the after-life

he was the first one to hold the child (being the doctor and all) and the screams of the child sounded like music to his ears

they would both live

the child was so warm and he felt that warmth pierce his heart and grasp the beating organ, refusing to let go

“I bought your pickles luv”

Isaac

he was freaking terrified

he was with her when all of a sudden water gushed from her lady bits wetting the carpet below and the leg of his pants after a few “phantom contractions” (not real contractions his butt) wetting the carpet below and the leg of his pants

‘they’re fine’ she had said, ‘it wasn’t time yet’ she had told him. Yeah right.

the time to push came faster than what he would have calculated because soon he had found himself holding one leg and one hand of his s/o having a perfect view of the window the child would push its ways through

he could have sworn he looked death in the eyes during the birth

it was absolute madness

the laboring woman continued to spout curses and threats his way while (what he assumed) purposely trying to break his hand, saying how “this is all your fault” and he quotes, “you are never sticking your dick in me ever again!” (he about cried at that one)

he had felt his soul leave his body when the child’s head started to show

he would never admit it but he had threw up in his mouth and almost passed out on the floor many times

but all the terrifying moments, threats, curses, broken bones, and throw up was all worth it in the end when he had heard the child cry

Isaac was an only child with no father figure growing up so he had no idea what to do when he was handed the whimpering child

but when the baby, his baby, took hold of his finger and started chewing on it, it was like a rush of adoration and protectiveness washed over him causing him to relax from his awkward and uncomfortable position

“Do you think they’ll like apples too, Arthur?” “Well if they are anything like their father I would assume so, Dazai.” “My child was just born and you two are already bullying them?”

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