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weird-profiterole · 1 year

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Since I'm currently at Rouen, I feel like it's the right opportunity to share you those,

When le Comte saved Jean from the stake, the 30th May 1431 at Rouen,

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shookspearewrites · 2 months

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Yandere(ish) Comte, "My Charlemagne"

Hello my little ducklings! I'm sorry I fell off the face of the Earth for such a long time - Tbh, there's been a load of changes in my life lately and I am just always so busy now that I'm starting my new career >2< I cannot put into words how fucking much I have missed you guys and writing and ikevamp as a whole!

I've just celebrated 1 year with my partner (Mr JJ says hi, say hey to him in the comments ^^) and I'm doing 9 til 5 every day at my work placement so that's my life update, let me know how you've been!

Anyways, I've fallen in love with the song 'Charlemagne' by Blossoms and I wrote this piece while listening to it on repeat on the train - Hope you like it!

-JJ x

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The gentle Comte's sharp golden eyes mirrored his protruding fangs as they pierced through the darkness hanging in cold Parisian air, violence brewing within his usually still core. Usually the lilting, soothing sound of the sweet mademoiselle's laugh would bring a smile to his handsome features, instead now there blossomed a deep scowl, a growl tearing from his throat as another man dared to rest his hand upon his lady's cheek - A man the Count thought of as an old friend, nonetheless. The nobleman snarled at the swirl of cigarillo smoke that hung thick in the air, circling the young lady like a halo as it slowly rose and was no doubt clinging to her clothing, staining it with another man's scent where her delicate, floral perfume should prevail. Where he should be able to smell her delectable blood, like nectar, flowing beneath her impossibly blemishless skin, waiting with baited breath until he could devour her. Her laugh, her blood, her love should've belonged to him, not another - now the dear Comte was no angel, but a Goddess like her deserved nothing less than he and he alone. He didn't like to admit that he was a jealous man, but the evidence was all there: Bloodlust on the tongue, a violent rage brewing in the gut and heartbreak pulling taught the strings within. Comte couldn't bare to watch the romantic scene unfolding by the river bank underneath the sky adorned with flickering stars for another moment. He took a short, sharp swig from the ornate hip flask he carried and turned on his heel, his body heavy like lead, weighed down with torment as he began to return home. Alone.

Time is the only true purgatory.

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sserrafeim · 1 year

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Ikemen Vampire but instead of a dating sim it’s a 90s sitcom because the idea of 10+ historical figures from different time periods and countries living together as vampires in a mansion with a human guy as their butler in 18th century Paris is already crazy enough

#like #imagine if it was a tv show #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam comte #ikemen series #ikevam vincent #ikevam leonardo #ikevam vlad #ikevam arthur #ikevam isaac #ikemen sengoku #ikemen prince

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lorei-writes · 9 months

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Current brainrot: Comte oh so lovingly helping you into the corset, his fingers dexterously pulling at the laces to tighten them just enough, his hair brushing against the back of your neck as his lips linger over it for just a second too long for it to be chaste. His fangs lightly scrape against your skin before he draws away to fetch your blouse.

He knows you could do it yourself. However, it is a part of his adoration to tend to you... And you may need this moment to calm your heart, pink blush creeping up the tips of your ears.

#comte de saint germain #ikevamp comte #ikevam comte #ikevamp #ikevam #ikemen vampire

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readerinsertfanfiction · 2 months

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Fate

A surprise gift for @ikemenlibrary because the organiser of 'My Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange' didn't include herself despite all of the hard work needed to put the event together. You really need to reward yourself a little more. My only regret in this is that I don't know Licht.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Comte de Saint Germain

Warnings: mentions of death in euphemism

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Follow the voice.

That was all the instructions you had received for your assignment. What it meant, you had no clue. How it worked, even less, but you went along with it when the door unlocked and the familiar dark hallways doomed up for you, taking you to wherever you were needed.

“If we meet again.”

A voice, one you didn’t know but felt a pang of familiarity with all the same, doomed up from the darkness. “If we meet again,” it echoed, like a desperate prayer, filled with sadness from the speaker that only knew regret and no religion.

“If we meet again, would you be willing…”

Heart aching you followed the voice, reaching out for the next door and pushed in, praying that you could help whatever regret and wish you would find behind.

Amber golden eyes met yours in surprise, tears streaming out of them ruining the handsome visage of a man brought onto his knees. It seemed he had been kneeling indeed, though there was no apparent religion that you could distinguish out of his form.

“You…” he speaks first and you straighten yourself, taking a deep breath before shutting the door, officially starting your assignment.

“Regret,” Comte, as the man calls himself, repeats after you. A sardonic smile sets on his lips along with clasped hands that stretch the skin out over his knuckles. “Yes, you can call it that,” he murmurs softly, but you can see that he doesn’t quite believe it.

It had taken very little convincing to explain your presence and job to him. Surprisingly so, but you supposed that Comte being a vampire and immortal had helped the matter. Something about being beyond human understanding as a shared trait helped in that. You could appreciate the ease in that, however, knowing that everything that would follow after was harder. Tempting fate was, after all, a world altering matter.

“First we need to figure out what chain started the path we want to change,” you started, finding that explaining alternate universes and paths was surprisingly easy as well to a pureblood vampire. “Usually we do this by working backwards in events, targeting big crosspoints before zooming in, but I can imagine that you rather not re-experience her death,” you mused, a bump in your heart at the thought of this unknown soulmate that Comte had.

It felt strange to feel envy for someone you didn’t know at all. Comte had been very sparse on the details of his lover and acclaimed soulmate, only revealing that he had been too hesitant in his own feelings and too late to realise the depth of his emotions. Your envy was made even stranger knowing the fate that befell the soulmate.

“No, let’s not do that,” Comte grimaces, hands still clenched together in a tight prayer. You can see how hard he tries to think of a solution, one that will change the fate of a human, a fragile existence even in alternate universes, without having to trial and error her death. “Do you believe in soulmates?” he asks you suddenly, and you wonder why it is relevant what you think and believe in.

It is a question you never really thought of. Not truly. And certainly not a question you expect on the first day of your job. You usually spend it trying to understand the assignment at hand, the client and their wishes. But now that you are and as you think back of the prayer you heard in the hallway, unfinished. The question in which you hope the answer will be one that will lead Comte back to happiness, for the weight of sadness in his voice and the weight of his regret laid heavy on your consciousness.

“Maybe?” you say, not having the heart to say no, not truly believing in ‘no’ either as you think of Comte and the depth of his love that had brought you here.

“A maybe is a no,” Comte chuckles, sounding so helplessly bitter at that moment before a resolution sets in his mind.

“I know a certain way to change her fate,” Comte says, his confidence faltering just a second before he steels himself with resolution, eyes hardening but avoiding yours.

His solution turns out to be a tremendous job. One that you aren’t quite sure will work, for fate worked in strange ways.

“Are you sure?” you repeat, hand once more on the door and his placed next to yours. “It is no small matter striking out the name of another in the book of fate,” you caution, a little nervous at the idea of altering fate at its very core, “the backlash will be great.”

Comte remains confident, however, his hand moving over yours on the door as he forces you to push. Those amber gold eyes never meet yours. They haven’t since he resolved himself.

“That is my burden to carry,” he tells you.

Comte never told you the name you had to strike from the book of fate, nor did he tell you the name that was tied to it. The simple sounding request and the near impossible assignment left a bad taste in your mouth, your gut telling you to cut the assignment short and leave. To deny this request.

“If you met her again,” you repeat the question that led you to Comte in the first place, the familiar hallway empty as ever, but quiet this time as the two of you search for the end, “would you be willing…”

“Yes,” Comte answers immediately, cutting off your question as his hand in yours clenched tightly, meaning the affirmative with every sense of his being, “yes, and a thousand times over,” he repeats, his voice at peace, but the sadness lingering forever as you arrive at your next destination.

“And do you believe in fate?” you ask when opening the door, revealing a room that blinds you before revealing all the names and souls bound together, a red string appearing around your pinky finger that pulls taut.

“Yes.” Is all Comte says, raising the red thread winding around his finger and towards his lips, pressing a first and last kiss to your shared fate before he snaps the thread and the world turns dark.

Follow the voice

It was all the detail you received walking down the dark hallways, wondering what your assignment was and what your last one had been, a lingering question comes to mind as you sound it out yourself;

“If we met again, would you be willing,” you sound, hoping for a yes, your legs moving as you remember the snap of fate and the amber gold eyes that had tried to spare you from a fate he thought worse than the snap of the thread.

“Yes, if we met again I’d be willing to be your soulmate again,” you call out, switching strategies as you beg the darkness for the voice to lead you to Comte again, but it remains quiet as you continue down the hallway that never ends.

“If we met, would you love me again?” you call out, asking the next question that comes to mind as you press against every door that you find, hoping to find one that will give and allow you in.

A thousand promises and countless alternate universes and you knew, you’d love the man with amber gold eyes over and over again, with his sad smiles and his bright ones, even as the world crumbled around you and the hallway endless.

“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” you call out in the darkness, desperation overtaking you as a prayer swells up and a voice whispers as time restarts along with fate;

“If we meet again, would you be willing to love me still?”

#my ikemen valentine gift exchange #ikevamp #ikevam #ikevamp comte #ikevam comte

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sortaotaku · 10 months

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Together as One Part III: Ranking Cards

I managed to snag all of the ranking cards this time around!

Here they are!

Comte de Saint-Germain:

Vincent Van Gogh:

Leonardo Da Vinci:

Unfortunately I can’t post full CGs, but I can post cropped versions without the game menu if requested.

#cybird #ikemen vampire #ikevam #ikevamp #comte de saint germain #ikevam comte #ikevamp comte #ikevam vincent #ikevamp vincent #ikevam leonardo #ikevamp leonardo #ranking #ranking card

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ifthiswingscouldfly · 2 years

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I'm here to throw this bomb

Comte looks sexy...RIP me

Cards belong to Cybired

Pinterest @ Anastasialeonardodavinci

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam comte #ikemen comte #ikevamp comte

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ragfam · 1 year

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Leonardo's fat bunda pt. 2

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam #ikevam leonardo #ikevam comte #leonardo da vinci #comte de saint germain #seedrag #ragart

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pearlsnorlax · 3 months

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I think one of the stupidest things in Ikevamp's canon is that purebloods turn people with just one bite. That means that purebloods can never just DRINK ???? from people ???? Like .... Vampires usually do?????

Really why just not make it like in any other vampire media where the victim has to also drink their blood or something, it would still work. You can still keep the horny effects of the bite. Just..... let them fucking eat...

#Ikemen vampire #Ikevam #Ikevamp #ikevam leonardo #Ikevam comte #Ikevam vlad #Cybrid #Ikemen series

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arthotsglasses · 2 years

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I recently wrote this: https://bluesparklingmoon.tumblr.com/post/686233566237048833/i-want-you-to-loose-control-with-me-you-dont

Can you draw a shocked blushing Comte with a hand over his mouth and his ears have turned red! (Because MC unexpectedly kissed him and he is caught off guard by it, but he liked it).🥰🥰

heyyo! yes yes on it

#ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire comte #ikevam #ikevam comte #ikevamp #ikevamp comte #ask #bluesparklingmoon #ikemen series #otome #Otome games

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weird-profiterole · 1 year

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No one asked for it, but here is Comte in a DILF t shirt.

@yanderepuck please tag Lulu, Tumblr doesn't want me to

If you can't read correctly, it says "I don't know what that means but my kids bought me rhis shirt"

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#ikemen vampire #cybird #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikevam #ikevamp #otome #otome game #ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen vampire comte #ikevam comte #ikevamp comte #ikemen comte

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shookspearewrites · 2 years

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Hiya there anon my petal, thank you so so much for your request and your kindness - y’all compliments / comments are always so lovely to receive! I love the Comte/MC/Leonardo dynamic, I really do, I think that they are just the perfect trio

- JJ x

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Le Comte de Saint Germain / Leonardo Da Vinci:

They’re a little competitive with each other but my god they make an incredible team of lovers, they know how to work together to make their lover feel like an absolute goddess. The two of them really of make the perfect pair of boyfriends for their MC, Leonardo is rough around the edges and ruggedly handsome while le Comte is refined and has a sort of timeless beauty about him. A perfect gentlemen and a bold rogue all to herself - What girl could ask for more?

Together they’re the perfect balance of spontaneous and responsible, too. While le Comte would always arrange exquisite dinners and dances to take MC to, Leonardo gets into the habit of just sweeping her off of her feet in the middle of the day and whisking her off to do whatever they fancy in the moment. Of course, they’ll arrange dates for the three of them together too, though le Comte is always the one to do it (unless it’s his birthday, in which case Leonardo and MC will no doubt plan something wonderful for their sugar daddy boyfriend).

The only thing Leonardo and le Comte ever seriously disagree on in their relationship is turning MC: Comte is all for it, wanting to keep MC by their sides for as long as possible but Leonardo, well he has his reservations about it. I think if his MC really wanted it, Leonardo would eventually give in but only on the condition that it be le Comte turn her, not him.

If MC ever falls ill, her boyfriends will be so doting and take the world’s best care of her that they can. Leonardo will carry her to le Comte’s room where he’ll insist she rest for the day in his bed so he can keep an eye on her. Comte will completely abandon his paperwork to sit by her side and stroke her hair, often asking Sebas to bring her fresh tea, fruit and whatever else she could need. While Leonardo will let MC cuddle up to his chest - and probably keep falling asleep - and act as the perfect boyfriend/ hot water bottle combo.

If she doesn’t speak it already, Comte will insist that he teaches MC French, sitting close by her side at his desk whilst she takes notes and encouraging her with kind compliments and softly stroking her back as she sounds out new words, “You’re learning so quickly, ma Cherie, bien fait.”

When Leonardo finds out that le Comte has been tutoring MC in French 1 on 1, he’ll instantly start teaching her Italian though, his teaching methods are a little different. He’ll have MC sat on his lap facing him, pressing meaningful kisses to different places he can reach to teach her the words - one word she’ll never forget is “Le labbra” since Leonardo just can’t bring himself to stop kissing her lips, smirking when she blushes that beautiful shade of pink over and over again.

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 2 years

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Comte de Saint-Germain 3rd anniversary card

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevam #ikevamp comte #comte de saint germain #ikevam comte #l'hôtel.ikevamp #ikevamp.comte #ikevamp.saintgermain #my post 📫#aerin.jpg #ikemen card voice lines #i'll add more as they come up. if i remember to get like the morning/night ones

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sserrafeim · 2 years

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“I need him” honey he’s not even real

#me talking to myself:#fictional crushes #wannabe challenge #taewook seo #yooha #ikemen sengoku #kichou #mitsuhide akechi #ikemen vampire #ikevam vlad #ikevam arthur #ikevam comte #ikemen prince #silvio ricci #clavis lelouch #the arcana asra #the list goes on n on…

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lorei-writes · 4 months

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For @iphigeniainaulis . Thank you for your endless kindness.

My dearly beloved,

I write this letter as you sleep. The clock ticks away seconds, and soon, the midnight will strike. How many centuries have I gone without being aware of this flow of time? I do not know. I’ve lost count. However, you chose to rewind my pocket watch and through it you have rewound my heart.

Ma Chérie, I wish for us to enter the new year together, so I will be brief. You said you wish to be lost with me, but I think that I might have found myself, at least partially. Your love has breathed life into the parts of me that have been fossilised by the endless thorny eternity. Some things I still need to consider, yet… I will be forever grateful for your persistence. Thank you for taking up a challenge that is loving me.

There are certain things I wish on your behalf, but I do not think any of them are nearly sufficient. Would it be in poor taste if I were to say that I hope you will sleep this peacefully every single day? It is not exactly sophisticated, but those are my true feelings. I hope to wake up together with you, and for us to share the morning, afternoon… days. I wish for your happiness here, at the mansion, and I intend to see to it myself that you do not lack anything.

I feel our meeting at Luvre must have been fated. There is no other conclusion I can reach whenever reminiscing that day.

Joyous New Year, Ma Chérie.

I look forward to our tomorrows,

Abel

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readerinsertfanfiction · 2 years

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Red Knot

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Comte de Saint Germain

Prompt: Written together with @nad-zeta for @ikemenlibrary as a cheer-me-up. I hope you feel better soon, dear! In the meanwhile, have a random Comte-pull, as inspired by the Marriage bot in the server.

Warnings: Mentions of food, alcohol and marriage.

Words: - 1K

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The mansion hidden within the forest of Paris had something to celebrate; the most unlikeliest of them all, the playboy himself, Arthur Conan Doyle was to marry.

“Cheers, to the unlikeliest of them all,” Theodorus said, raising his glass into the air when the members of the house gathered together for a toast the night before the wedding, “that his marriage may actually leash him,” the man continued, but the glimpse of a smile on his face showed how he cared and that he was happy for his best friend.

“Now, now, Theo old boy, none could replace you in my heart,” Arthur shot back with a teasing wink.

“But,” Dazai came between the two quipping friends, “we are a house full of men, and only one of us is getting married,” the author smiled gingerly at this observation, a meaningful eye glancing over to you who was seated at the table as well, a glass of wine in hands while you wondered what Dazai was getting at.

“And the single woman of this household is not even the bride.” The way Dazai let that last remark hang into the air, his smile ever-present as his eyes crinkled into those familiar half-moons that spelled out mischief.

“As the groom,” Arthur interjected, already catching up on Dazai’s meaning, and as much as he loathed the man, Arthur couldn’t resist the temptation that came with the allusion made, “I declare one last game before the shackle and chain!”

Not much later you found yourself on the balcony of the mansion, a red knot balled up in your hands as the rest of the men were standing in the garden below the balcony; ten pairs of eyes staring up at you with mixed expressions of annoyed and hopeful as much as amused.

“So, what is the idea again?” you questioned from over the balcony, the red knot in hands firmly set between your fingers as you wondered about the significance of the game proposed by the groom-to-be.

To this Arthur’s smile widened, cocking up to one side in that characteristic way of his. “Why of course, it will be a race to whoever wins your hand in marriage,” the man replied simply, as if it was a mere case he was having his crack at and not your future at hand, put under the deliberation of the whims of a man living out his last days of freedom.

“Never try your hands at romance, it won’t sell!” you sneered over the balcony in response, a huff escaping you as you wondered what in the world had possessed you to agree to this game, before realising that you should be focussing instead on who will catch the knot. There were ten possibilities, after all, including the groom-to-be and not all were equally as desirable.

Isaac, who had loudly exclaimed that he believed the game to be ‘vapid’, but had remained all the same, exhaled loudly before crossing his arms; “Just don’t aim for our heads, we don’t need to sustain any injuries,” was his valuable input, earning a roll of the eyes from you.

“It could have been apples,” Dazai casually remarks in jest, forever entertained at the whole idea of the chaos he was about to create, while Sebastian was fidgeting next to him, murmuring something along the lines of; “do I ask myself for approval as a brother, father and colleague?”

Leonardo, in the meanwhile, had kept himself to the side, a cigarillo in hands as he tapped off the smoke to the side, “don’t worry about it hitting you, if you stand behind that golden man it won’t hit you,” he says, gesturing towards a quiet Comte who stood in the middle of the crowd, his golden eyes sternly fixated upon you, as if quietly commanding you to give him the ball in hands.

“Yeah, apport, hondje,” Theo calls from the side, growing increasingly impatient at the delay from the dining table, for Sebastian had cooked up pancakes for the special occasion amongst many other sweets.

“I trust everyone to take care of you very well,” Vincent supplied as a form of encouragement, which somewhat eased you, for you knew it to be true, but didn’t actually ease you from the idea of being tied because of a silly game.

Unable to change your fate you turn your back towards the crowd, looking over one last time at the man dressed in gold standing in the middle of it all, expression stern and anticipating as you wondered how well you could aim with a silk ball so light in arms. Another exhale, and you heard the crowd gasp, while you shut your eyes and hauled the knot over your head, allowing it to fly free over the balcony.

The silence that followed felt like hours instead of mere seconds before a slow applause started to fill it up. “Congratulations,” you heard Arthur say, and as you twist around on your heels you see that the rest of the mansion has formed themselves into a circle, surrounding the winner of the game;

Comte de Saint Germain.

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