Was lowkey sad about ikevamp not being included in the lineup this year so have me coping... highkey inspired only by cybird liking my comment on their IG LMFAO
Mama I miss you,,,, I hate doing costume design so much but I love u so ill do this,,, Mistuki belongs to Cybird^^
Thank you @lorei-writes and @pond-lilies for hosting the gift exchange! I love seeing everyone’s work and I’m always for gifting art and writing to others :33
My giftee this time is @evil-quartett !! The moment I saw “caught in the rain” as your S-tier trope I know that’s what I’d like to go for. I love a good taking-shelter-from-the-rain-and-laughing-at-how-silly-they-look moment, and I want to lean more into Lacrimă’s sweeter and more teasing side! I hope you like it 💖💖
Hi Ninni! @my-day6 This is my gift for you! There were so many good tropes that you picked that I decided on the concept of slice of life and Coffee AU featuring Sasuke, Mitsunari, Nobunaga and Kenshin. They are definitely fighting over which has the best coffee. I hope you enjoy it!
Thank you as well to @pond-lilies and @lorei-writes for organizing this, especially helping me out with support, certainly been a hectic year.
Look at him so lovingly nurturing Mamayoshi! Mamayoshi please always be like this UGGGGHHHHH MY LOVE!
Thank you for drawing Hideyoshi for me as I love him even when reading through Nobunaga's route lol so thank you so so much for this😭💚
Now excuse me while I giggle for a little while
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More theo doodles I tried to redesign him as historically accurate as I could but also im not very good with that so forgive me HAHAHAHDIFBKDNAKW I hate this game bro
Thank you for giving me so much happiness when I most needed it, you came in the right time! You're still one of the perfect walkthroughs to my heart! You still put the biggest smile on my face and I still think you're perfect the way you're 🤎.
I still think about you when I think about the perfect man that don't exist, about love and all the things that are important to me to be happy.
I STILL NEVER KNOW WHAT TO USE FOR A HEADER FOR A DEPRESSING FIC
That's right ladies and gents. We got another depressing Vincent fic bc IM ALSO DEPRESSED. So I wrote this rather than doing this exact shit to myself. ITS CALLED COPING GODDAMN IT. And I feel like you all need to be reminded that Vincent is actually depressed as FUCK.
Anyway. You read what's above. Read at your own risk. There's self harm and being suicidal and all that fun stuff. I get it if you cannot read this type of thing..but if you do I highly appreciate hearing your thoughts on it. THANK YOUUU
It is starting to get warm out. Spring is here which anyone would think is Vincent's favorite time of the year. He would never say that it is. All of the flowers that are blooming, the ones that are being planted around the city. Even the flower shops are starting to come back to life. But he doesn't care for what comes after.
Summers get hot, and considering his one wall is one big window to let in sunlight, that also means even more heat. You will never hear him complain about it but there is a big temperature difference from the hallway to his room, but yet he doesn't keep his door open to help with the airflow.
There's times where he really just can't. In the summers you often spot him without his coat on. Unless he needs to go into town for something, he actually won't wear that coat at all.
The white sleeves on his shirt are rolled up to prevent as much paint getting on them as possible. But that means there's a risk of anyone seeing his bandaged arm. He can't have it unwrapped. No no that could lead to an infection. Right? Vampires can still get infections right?
Either way. It's better to be safe. He doesn't know how to deal with that and there's no way he could ask someone. As far as he is aware Theo doesn't know that this has still been going on.
But Sebastian? It's hard to keep it from the butler who does your laundry and questions why there is blood on the sleeve of his shirt.
But even if he stopped...
His eyes keep drifting to the bandage, feeling the tingling of the cuts healing. He swears this stage hurts more than the actual cutting.
Not being able to keep his eyes off he finally sets down his brush and starts to unravel the cloth.
Even if he stopped he would still need to be careful. Looking past the red irritated lines there are pale white lines cross-crossing every which way. Some were more concave while some were more convex. Either way it's not a pretty sight.
One of the red lines leaks out a small bead of blood. It must have healed itself to the bandage. As he gets off his stool, his tongue picks up the blood before sitting on his couch.
He leans back looking at his mauled up arm. It's way past the point of being able to blame Brush or even Lumiere. These cuts don't even go in the same direction. Plus there's also.. one...four...eight... fourteen..nine-
There's no point in counting after that. That's too many. Far too many. It's getting warmer and he can't keep wearing his coat around the mansion in the summer heat.
I need somewhere else...
He slides down, putting his arm over his eyes, too embarrassed to finish his thought. What he needs is to stop. He has been back for nearly three years now. He has nothing to worry about. He doesn't have to worry about making ends meet.
By all accounts this is the life nearly anyone would ask for. But he just had to go and lie about how he died. He just had to say someone shot him.
Someone did shoot him. That someone was himself.
How is someone meant to come clean about a three year lie? Now he is going to have to keep this up for who knows how long.
His arm falls from his face and he gets blinded by the light.
"This would be easier if I was never born," he mumbles to himself.
He sits there staring at the ceiling for a long time. His thoughts are running a mile a minute. Thoughts that are making his arm throb. Thoughts that are making him want to grab a knife again.
Can a vampire die from blood loss? Or would he just become insanely hungry like how Isaac can get? Vampires do heal faster than normal, but how deep can he go before his body has a problem with it? What if he doesn't drink anything, can he die of starvation? What about a broken neck? Poisoning? Another bullet?
His body jolts him out of his thoughts. It was like he was in a trance. Finally blinking and moving his body, he realizes he grabbed something. As he sits back up he looks down to see the knife he has been using.
He needs to get rid of this thing. All it does is taunt him. Simply looking at it makes his arm throb, as if it knows what is coming.
No. I can't do it there.
He can't talk himself out of it. It's going to happen. Just as he is about to sigh his eyes light up with an idea.
He sets the knife down beside him as he starts pulling his pants down. They don't need to go too far just so he can see his thigh.
He's never tried here. His fingers glaze over the soft even skin. It's not yet tainted. But it would be so much easier to hide. But how would it feel?
He squeezes the flesh trying to gauge how similar it is to his arm, but it's impossible to tell. With his other hand he grabs the knife and uses the tip to lightly poke himself.
It is definitely more sensitive. It's not used to the abuse yet. He has no real reason to do this other than curiosity. If this helps then the ones on his arms can heal and he won't have to worry. He can say those scars are from when he was alive.
Easy lie.
Simple lie.
Just more lies.
The knife glides across the smooth skin, splitting it. Beads of blood follow behind the blade.
Okay. Not deep enough.
He does it again. More pressure this time. More blood this time too.
Then again. And again. And again. Each time with a little more pressure followed by a little more blood. He has to bite his lip to stop any sort of moan coming out.
To think this is the one thing he can do to make himself feel something.
No more. That's enough for now.
He drops the knife to the floor so that he won't be tempted to pick it back up and watches the blood roll down his thigh. He doesnt even bother to try catching the blood.
He lets it bleed while he sits back to catch his breath. He didn't even grab a rag to wipe it either.
After what felt like forever, he moved to one end of the couch to grab a rag that's inside an end table drawer and starts to clean up his leg.
They are already throbbing. A familiar pain in a new area, but somehow even the pain feels new. He then presses the rag against the cuts to stop the bleeding.
It's now that he is realizing that there is no good way to bandage his thigh. He can't use the same bandage he uses for his arm.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath. Maybe the thigh isn't a great place. What if it bleeds through his pants.
It could at least be covered by his apron. But he doesn't wear that while walking around the mansion so that would look off.
He leans back again, leaving the rag on his mangled thigh to soak up any blood still leaking out.
"I'll get this figured out eventually. Just not now," he sighs and closes his eyes.
So I just finished Ray’s sequel (romantic route), and it was good, but why does it feel like they just left Levie hanging??
There’s literally no mention of what happened to him, even after he changed his mind about destroying Cradle and spent that whole month taking care of Ray in the Land of Looking Glass. Like… that wasn’t insignificant??
Ray spent an entire month with him and then just goes home like it’s nothing? No second thought about Levie at all? Idk, just felt weird. Levie can touch people with gloves on, so it’s not like it’s impossible to work around.
The ending was super Ray x MC focused, which is fine, but it honestly felt kinda OOC for both of them to just forget Levie like that with zero resolution😭