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First Time For Everything Ikemen Fan Zine
Meet Our Organizers!
Lorei
@lorei-writes
Writing & Production Moderator
My role is to keep track of deadlines and tasks we are yet to complete, so that our team can work without worrying about missing anything. I watch over our spreadsheets and announcements, help organize our files, typeset, and provide video editing support.
Iām also our writing moderator, which means it is on me to give you feedback, answer any questions related to it, and greenlight your work. >:)
Dice
@dicenete
Art & Graphics Moderator
My role is very self-explanatory, I will give feedback to the artists, making sure that the pieces will adhere to the guidelines. The default feedback consists mainly of logical errors (two left hands, missing fingers, possible readability issues), but artists can ask for more in-depth feedback and I try to help to the best of my ability. On top of that, as the graphics mod I will create most of the graphics used for the zine and its marketing.
Mystic Vixen
@kaizoku-musume
Social Media & Support Writing Moderator
My role is to help our organizers make sure everything is running smoothly and manage our social media (Tumblr). I can also provide feedback for any of our writers; the focus of the feedback is usually on things like grammar, punctuation, etc, but if writers want additional feedback, just let me know!
Dollie Lament
@dollielament
Social Media, Cosplay & Support Writing Moderator
My role? Managing our social media page, specifically our Instagram! Iāll make sure to run things smoothly and to answer questions to my best ability~
Whether you need proofreading for your fic or a second pair of eyes on your cosplay, Iām at your service!! I canāt wait to lend my skills in any way I can. ^_^
Kimi
@miyamizuna
Social Media Moderator
As a social media moderator Iām tasked with all promotion related tasks on specifically X!! If you have any questions about how things run on our X page, or social media related questions, comments, or concerns, I'm the person to go to!!
A gift for @miyamizuna as a part of the Top Tier! Gift Exchange! hosted by @lorei-writes!
Hi Kimi, I was your gift for the event! I had so much fun with this! I've always wanted to do a Hanahaki AU so when I saw it in your S-tier ranks, I knew I had to go for it.
I hope I did Liliana justice! She seems like such a sweet person. My vision for this scene was that Liliana found out that Keith was suffering Hanahaki. She secretly make him some medicine to relieve his symptoms while being oblivious that she's the root of his disease.
hii hii @lorei-writes and @pond-lilies!! thank you so much for hosting the event and I was very honored to participate!!
My giftee was... @dicenete!!!! yay!!! Honestly when I saw your tierlist I was like "huh.. i don't usually write any of these tropes..." so it was a real but good challenge for me to go outside my comfort zone and write a trope I don't typically write.
Now go enjoy some good fluff with a hint of idiots in love!! :D
It was a beautiful summer day in Rhodolite; around the time the roses fully bloomed in the country. Lady Aino had visited the country under the pretext of a political visit, which happened quite often to keep up relations with Rhodolite.Ā
Today, Aino sat in the garden of the grand palace of Rhodolite where their renowned flower grew in masses. The flowers lined the hedges; some hedges short, some tall, and even some trimmed into intricate designs such as birds and deer. The leaves rustled in the slight breeze of the day, which carried the smell of fragrant floral along with it. To some, this was a wonderful place to enjoy a tea party; this weather was perfect for this sort of occasion after all.Ā
However, to Aino, she felt terribly out of place.
It wasn't that she hated the outdoors; quite the opposite actually. It was the fact that a garden with beautiful roses was elegant; she however didnāt share this sentiment. Elegance was an unfamiliarity for her; spending days on a battlefield teaches you to be tough, not proper and poised like a delicate flower.Ā
Yet, here she was sitting before Licht Klein, the Sixth born Prince of Rhodolite, and the man she was betrothed to on a date-of-sorts that his older brother Yves had set up for the two of them under the guise of āspending more time togetherā.Ā
She was impartial to being here on this date. On one hand, this was to the man she was supposed to be with out of duty for the safety of her country. On the other handā¦ she knew quite little about the Prince, despite her many attempts to get to know him.
Now here they were, sitting in front of each other drinking tea scented like bergamot and peppermint with an array of freshly baked good made with love from the Fifth Prince of Rhodolite on three-tiered dessert towers, and Aino, figuring out if she should tuck her pinky inward or leave it out when drinking the tea and making sure not to chew too loudly or with her mouth open.
āHold your pinky out, like this.ā Lichi explained in his ever monotone voice as he raised the hand that held the teacup to demonstrate how it was to be held, bringing the liquid to his mouth, enjoying its contents.
āAh, thank you.ā Aino replied as she then followed suit, copying the movements shown before her, bringing the liquid to her mouth as well. The tea was warm, minty and slightly sour, but was quite a refreshing beverage to have on a sunny day.
Bringing the teacup down she quietly placed it back on the plate as a silence passed between the two of them.
āIām sorry, Iām not the best at casual tea time banter,ā she adds as an apology.
āItās fine. I appreciate that.āĀ
He then reached over to the first tier of sweets tower to grab one of the many darioles scattered on the tray.
āIs that your favorite?ā
The man before her answered with a nod grabbing another from the tower. Instead of eating it, he extended his hand over to her, offering the sweet treat.
āHere, take it. Theyāre good.ā
Extending a hand forward to grab the small pastry, she raised the dariole to her lips, taking a bite from the velvety delicacy. The pastry had a rich creamy texture on the inside that simply melted in her mouth as the second passed.
Finishing the pastry, she made contact with his red eyes.
āYou know Prince Licht, youāre kind of like a Rose; prickly to the touch, but youāre quite kind even when youāre trying to distance yourself,ā She absentmindedly blurts between bites of the delectable pastry.
āAhā¦ā he let out as his eyes averted from hers, pink dusting his cheeks. Then, her own eyes looking away due to his lack of a reply.
Yet another bout of silence fell over the two royals. This time it was an awkward silence as they looked at the surroundings pretending a hedge was far more interesting than each other's presence.
āIām sorry if that offended you.āĀ Aino let out an apology for the awkward air that was created between them, hand reaching behind her neck; a physical display of the discomfort of the difficult social situation.
āNo. I appreciate that you felt comfortable enough to speak your mind.ā A blunt, fast, yet honest reply from the Sixth Prince.
āYou donāt think that it was unnecessary?ā
Her eyes traveled back to meet his, already looking back at her own eyes.
āI do not. I honestly prefer that youāre honest with me.āĀ
A small smile formed on the Prince's lips, the first she had ever seen from him in the years she had known him. Her lips then formed into a small smile as well, mirroring the exact one he was adorning.
Elegance was never Ainoās strong suit. However, it is most certainly not her weakness.
special thanks to my beta readers @lorei-writes and @elysieverie for their last minute beta reading of my fic!!
Vincentās birthday CG this year had him with his bangs swept to one side, and it kinda looks like Theoās hairstyle but reversed. I never really noticed it before, but with the different hair and even his more neutral expression, he really does resemble Theo a lot. Seeing it like this, you can really tell theyāre brothersāand that Vincent is the older one.
hiii everyone!! It's been awhile since I've shared literally anything on this platform... yikes...
Although! I'm here to post my submission for the @ikemen-watch First Time For Everything zine!! (run by the amazing @lorei-writes and the also very amazing @dicenete), which you can find here!
This fic really took me back to the a time of when I was first introduced to the series back in 2019! As a result, I wrote my piece as a love letter to my favorite character from Ikemen Vampire.
I'm so extremely grateful to be apart of a fan project so amazing, and I hope you enjoy my fic, and the project the team has made together!! <3 (don't mind i'm over a month late to posting this shhh...)
Character(s): Theodorus van Gogh, Mentions of Vincent van Gogh and Mitsuki (mc)
Genre: SFW, a smidge angsty hehe...
WC: 900-ish
Warnings: Spoilers for one of Theo's endings!!
Dear Broer,
Itās been a few months since I left you back in the mansion to follow that Hondje here into the āmodern worldā. So I ask, how are you doing Broer? Is King well or did Arthur completely taint him? Is your life just as lively as mine? Iāll admit, I have found a part of me that misses you dearly, and wishes youāre still with me, although I would never admit it out loud. I would have never thoughtĀ to write a letter to you, but perhaps you may receive more letters in the future, at least if that Hondje was truly right about this being a way to help with my feelings. She had told me to be as open and honest as possible in this letter because youāre never going to read this and itās more so for me to express myself (that Hondje said that I needed to do that more often instead of holding everything in). Since this is my first letter about opening up my feelings, donāt expect this to be good.
During these past months, I have been following Hondje around the world for her job. Iāve visited many places across the globe with her; visiting cities and countries I never thought I would visit,Ā doing things I never thought I would do. Iāve been searching for undiscovered talents who have shown great potential to be appreciated by a wider audience, and admittedly, iāve been searching for the paintings created by you that have been preserved to this era. I like to think back to my time selling your art. To be honest, itās quite odd Broer. In this age, you can almost go anywhere in a matter of hours or days. You can even make pancakes in a blink of an eye by turning a knob that heats up quicker than the stove would have back in the mansionā¦ Not to mention the multiple new flavours of syrups they have in this age. I would have never imagined flying in the air inside a cylinder with two wings or all the brand new ways to cook and eat sweets in this era if I had stayed with you, so I have to admit, I donāt entirely regret leaving you.Ā
Some days, it's hard not to think of you. Especially after everything weāve been through. I had originally come back to this world for you, Broer. You were my everything. From when we were small children you had always looked out for me and our siblings despite how awfully our parents treated you; you wore a soft smile on your face and kept looking brightly towards the future. Originally, you were a life that ended so soon, that same bright future you so eagerly looked towards was taken in a blink of an eye with no remorse. I, so angry with your death, had thrown my life away to the same hands that stole you away. I wonder what youād think of that if you ever found out. I must say, being offered another chance at life to see you again felt surreal. Prior, I never believed in a second chance at life, but I'm glad I had taken the opportunity to be reunited with you.Ā
From the days of childhood until now, my world has grown so much larger than just you. You will always be my dear broer, the one who cared for me from when I was just a child. Now however, that Hondje means a lot to me as well. Honestly, when I first saw that woman lying on the ground at the foot of the door, I thought she was a weakling; a Hondje with no training who had no survival skills to last an entire month with bloodsucking predators at every corner. I pitied her honestly, so much so that I took her under my wing to protect her. I would never normally do that for just a mere hondje! Although she did stab me in the back by stealing my heart while I wasnāt looking, she had proven to me that my first impression of her was dead wrong. I had originally underestimated her potential due to her fragile looks but seeing that hondje back in her world really made me realize how talented and knowledgeable she really is. The amount of time sheās saved me from unfamiliar situations, itās utterly humiliating to me. Perhaps this is how she felt in the mansion those first few weeks, and for what itās worth, she adapted far better in a single month than I have in a few here.Ā
I wish I was more open with you before I left, Broer. It truly feels like there was so much more we could have shared with each other. That is my one regret I have. It would have been nice to sit with you and eat pancakes and just talk about how we truly feel; āletting everything outā as that Hondje puts it. I think this letter, however, has really made me realize that, and has helped me miss you less.
In the end, Iām wishing you well, Broer. I hope youāre finding inspiration in your day to day life, and painting away without worry.
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