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By influence of our Discord Server.. I upgraded Faust. You’re welcome.

German Otome Galerie fact:

Faust is also the german word for fist.

German Otome Galerie fact:

Faust is also the german word for fist.

NSFW Faust Headcannons

These are literally just my thoughts going crazy so sorry if its disorganized LMAO. Also this is like my first actual writing post so bare with me 😭😂

Warning: If you are very religious you may not want to read these. I mean it.

Tagging: @judgemental-seal @nickyyvalentino @delicateikemenmemes @aurora-morning

Under the cut🙏🙏🙏

Weiterlesen

That would be my Oc gwiyndolin with faust in a nutshell.... xD

Hello Chapter 2

Fausts special song....

I’m so sorry xDDD

I still mean it...

By influence of our Discord Server.. I upgraded Faust. You’re welcome.

Thinking about what favourite chips flavour each ikevamp member would have... somebody any suggestions ???

I thought I was ready. I thought fucking wrong.

Gift wrapping 5

Vlad:

Florists know how to wrap gifts attractively. Each of Vlad's gifts is either arranged like a bouquet or contain some of his most beautiful and rare flowers, or chocolates wrapped like flowers....

Charles:

Charles gifts are elaborately wrapped with many bows, flowers and ribbons. Mostly in pastel colors to stand out from the standard Christmas colors and can be easily found.

Faust:

If this man gives away anything at all, his presents are in boxes that don't reveal what's inside. Wrapped in cloths he finds and decorated with a minimum of herbs from his laboratory. Some herbs beautiful, some beautiful and poisonous.

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disclaimer: english isn't my native language so sorry for any mistakes ^^". Also these pictures aren't mine, they just examples from pinterest.

Fausts special song….

I’m so sorry xDDD

Hi Violettduchess!!!!!!!! Just saw your blog!!!! Wow you're amazing!!!! I really hope you're having a lovely day today!!!

I was wondering if your requests are still open?

If not then please ignore and I'm very sorry!

I was hoping to perhaps request a fanfic of Faust from ikevamp! I've always wanted to request something about him!!!

I saw prompt 20 of the touches ask game which is bandaging/stitching up a wound! And I'd really love to see Faust do that for the reader if that's ok!!!!

But if that's annoying or difficult to do at the moment I completely understand!

And mostly I just wanted to come say hi!!! And say that you're amazing!!!

Hugs!!!

A/N: Thank you for the request @mcofthemansion!! I love Faust but this was my first time writing him! What a treat. I know this prompt usually takes you into fluff territory but this one took a bit of a different direction. I hope you like it anyway! 💜

TW: stitches/ needles

Angst with a dash of spice

Word count: 1518

The last thing you remember is the world upending itself. One minute, you were practically being lulled to sleep by the gentle rocking of the carriage. Rain was falling as steadily as a heartbeat against the roof. You felt safe and sleepy, a babe in its mother’s womb. 

The next thing you knew the entire carriage exploded with light. The horses pulling the carriage screamed in terror. And you tumbled into blackness.

…

Consciousness returns, insistently tugging at the curtain of darkness in your mind, yanking at it until you feel your eyes flutter open.

“You’re awake.” An accented voice. The smell of disinfectant. Mechanical humming. You try to focus on where any of these things are coming from, but it feels like a train is roaring through your head, its blindingly white headlight filling your vision.

“Nee,” the voice chides sharply and you feel strong hands pressing you back. Apparently you had been lying down. “Do not attempt to sit up. You will only injure yourself further.”

Pain and frustration leave your lips in the form of a heavy groan. You keep your eyes closed for a moment, willing the roaring to subside, the train to stop rumbling, the world to stop wobbling. You feel a large hand reach behind your head, helping you lift yourself slightly. It’s strength gives you a sense of comfort, of stillness. A glass is pressed to your lips.

“Drink.” It is a command, authority deeply embedded in a voice so rich it soothes. You part your lips and do as it says. Cold water fills your mouth and you swallow gratefully. You reach up to take the glass, to drink more of it but it is cruelly moved away.

“No. Enough.”

You attempt opening your eyes again. This time it doesn’t send you reeling. Slowly your eyesight adjusts, the world coming into focus, like when corrective lenses restore the world to faulty eyes. Speaking of eyes…you find yourself staring into a pair as green and sharp as broken pieces of sea glass. A tremor runs through you and you aren’t sure if it's from the accident or that viridian gaze.

“What happened?” Your voice feels sticky in your throat and your head is still pulsing. The man is seated on a stool by your side as you lay on some kind of examination table.  One sweeping glance around the room tells you that you’re in some kind of laboratory. You turn back to him. “Are you a doctor?”

He regards you a moment, then stands without answering. You take in his dark clothing, watch the movement of his broad shoulders as he prepares something at a counter. When he turns, he holds a metal basin with a cutting needle and thread. He moves back to his stool by your side, setting the basin down on the small stand by the head of the examination table.

“You were in a carriage accident.” His voice is smooth like polished brass. “Lightning spooked the horses. Unfortunately they panicked and ran right off the road into a ditch. You’re lucky I found you.” His words are crisp and short, relaying information and nothing else.

The news is too much for your addled mind to take in all at once. “W-what?” You start to push yourself up, panic rising like bile in your throat. The room begins to sway and again, his strong hands catch you, steady you. 

“Lie still. You have a head wound. It is foolish to attempt moving until I have closed it.” His voice is authority laced with displeasure as he again forces you back down. You try to collect your thoughts as he threads his needle.

“What happened to the driver?” The doctor, or at least you assume he is one, leans down, his fingers brushing your hair away from the cut on your forehead. His touch is cool, distant, as if he willed all warmth and comfort out of his hand the moment it made contact with you. 

“Be still,” he snaps as he leans closer. His face is now close enough that you can see just how green his eyes are, forests fringed by guardians of dark lashes. The lines of his face are almost aristocratic, high cheekbones,  sharp chin. He smells faintly of rubbing alcohol and valerian root. You can’t help but wince as the needle begins its work. But his hands are steady and after a moment, the stinging ebbs. In less time than you thought, he is finished. He leans back, placing the needle in the metal basin before reaching down again to hold your hair back and examine his work. His hand on your skin feels cool. An odd sense of relief fills you as his hand lingers, sharp eyes reviewing his stitching.

“Sehr gut,” he mutters more to himself than you. 

“Doctor….?”

“Faust.” 

“Dr. Faust, how is the driver?”

He stands up, movements abrupt and brisk. “He was killed. His neck broken in the fall.”

You inhale sharply. You can still see the driver’s kind smile, his white beard and blue eyes, framed by deep wrinkles as he waited for you outside the concert hall. You had been at one of Mozart’s concerts and the evening had run late. Much to your chagrin, it was then made even later by your being roped into a conversation with a very drunk, very insistent red-headed baroness. The driver had assured Comte he would get you back to the mansion safely before the storm arrived. 

You lower your head, heavy with sorrow, at the idea that the compassionate man with eyes like summer had died alone, in the dark, so suddenly.

Fingers suddenly grasp your chin and force you to look upwards. The doctor is looking down at you, his expression puzzled.

“Why are you crying? Did you know this man?”

A tear slides down your cheek, over Faust’s fingers. He doesn’t move them. If anything they tighten their grasp on you.

“No…I didn’t know him well. But he was a person. And he didn’t deserve to die.”

Faust is watching you, those hemlock eyes of his probing, looking for a way in. Like he would love nothing more than to break you into pieces and examine each one.

“Everyone dies. It’s not a matter of merit.”

You blink, unable to stop the tears. He keeps a hold on your face, forcing you to look at him, forcing you to let him watch you cry. His fingers are now damp with your heartache.

“But to die like that….without family? In the dark? Poor man….he was doing me a favor, staying so late. I…I can’t help but feel responsible.”

If you expect empathy or comfort, you are in the wrong company. What you get instead is a loud scoff from his sculpted lips.

“People rarely die in comfort. And everyone dies alone.” His words are curt, but there is something in them, a heaviness born of personal experience, a weight that pulls on your heart.

“You must have a lot of experience with death.” His eyes flash, the blinding glare of a lighthouse spotlight rotating into your field of vision. His fingertips press into your jaw as if to stabilize himself. More words spill out of you, a haphazard attempt at course-correcting.  “I mean, with you being a doctor and everything.”

Faust runs his poison-ivy gaze over you and you burn as if touching the real thing. His hand is still holding your face when he leans down, his face now very close to yours. His fingers loosen their grip, become cloying and gentle as they trace over the line of your jaw. They skim the planes of your cheeks, still damp with grief, until they finally reach the corner of your eyes. His thumbs wipe away the tears on the verge of falling. One hand tilts, cupping your face, holding it in his palm. The other travels back down, thumb boldly running over the curve of your lips. Your breath is a wisp, small and light, fluttering inside your chest. You hold it inside, afraid if you move, he’ll stop. Afraid of what will happen if he doesn’t.

“You must taste divine,” he murmurs. 

At his words, you instinctively jerk away and the moment breaks like cobwebs in a strong wind. His hands leave your face and he steps back, his mask of indifference briskly back in place.

“Another carriage is waiting outside to return you home. The storm has passed and your injury is mended.” He walks away from you, back turned, busying himself in front of several vials and glass tubing.

You push yourself off the examination table, your emotions a swinging pendulum between never wanting to see him again and inexplicably wishing you could stay.

“Good night, Dr. Faust. And thank you.” When he doesn’t turn around or answer, you collect your things and make your way to the door. 

What you don’t see is the way he turns, his green-eyed gaze following you as you leave, then lingering on the closed door for a long, long time after you’re gone.

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Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @atelier-maroron @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesroseforclavis @somekidnamedkai @ikemen-prince-writers-posts @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks

A/N: This is my contribution to the Ikemen Flash Exchange (@flash-exchange) for @karakeci

I was given the prompt "Fairy Tale AU" and knew I would be using Faust. This is what I came up with!

Word Count: 700 (that word limit was such a challenge 😆)

Branches reach out trembling fingers to catch your cloak as you run through the dark woods, but you’re faster. You breeze over gnarled roots, following only the pale circle of light from your swinging lantern.

You fly as fast as your boots can carry you because you are on a mission. You cannot fail. If you do, even more people will die.

It started during your childhood. People began disappearing in the dead of night, only torn bits of skin like bread crumbs left behind them. Dogs would dig up bones and whine, the smell frightening them. Patrols were useless. Half of them were slaughtered. The other half could never describe what they saw: A flash of dark fur. Silver claws gleaming in the moonlight. Black lips curled back from long , sharp, white teeth.

You lost your adoptive parents one winter night. Then and there, on your knees, as snow bit the skin between your fingers, you vowed you would be the one to end it all. So you trained, with sword and knife and bow. And when you found yourself kneeling by a pile of blood-stained bones that were far too small,, you knew it was time to seek The Dark One.

There are no instructions. People only whispered one could find him somewhere in the heart of the cursed forest. And so, armed with your sword and iron determination, you run through the dark to find him.

The black mouth of the cave rises out from the fog. Enter, child. Enter. The chill inside the cavern stabs at your skin but you follow the sconces of pale green fire, walking into the belly of the earth on a stone path that spirals ever downward.

It ends at the threshold of a room where shadows flicker on smooth stone walls and a man stands before a large wooden table covered in books and strange tubes and wiring. He looks up when you enter, hand on your sword.

“Dark One,” you call out loudly, sounding a lot bolder than you feel. 

Calm as a windless night, he sets down the vial he was inspecting, gaze now on you. He wears a simple black cloak, but his eyes glow green with bright flecks of gold, unearthly in their beauty.

“You come concerning the beast.” His voice is deeper than you expected. A shiver plunges down your spine. You nod slowly. How did he know?

“Your problem is already solved.”

You stare at him, fingers slackening on your sword pommel. “It..it is?” 

He nods as he walks toward you, his face half painted in flickering shadow. He reaches out a hand and it feels as natural as breathing to take it.

He leads you across the room to a smaller doorway and then down a stone corridor. The space is narrow and you cling to his hand tightly. 

The room you enter is empty aside from a tall silver mirror. He guides you to it, hand warm even through your cloak. 

You stare at yourself in the mirror, the Dark One a phantom behind you with hands upon your shoulders. His foxfire eyes capture yours in the mirror as he leans down, his voice the susurrus of sand through an hourglass.

“Look closely, Liebling.”

At first all you see is yourself and those spectral poison-colored eyes. Then you blink as your reflection begins to shimmer, as if submerged under dark waters. Your breath is held prisoner in your chest as you watch your reflected hands lengthen, fingers elongating and turning sharp and deadly. Your legs stretch, your shoulders widen. Your hair grows longer, not just the hair on your head but your arms and legs and suddenly your whole body is black fur, silver claws that gleam in the moonlight, and black lips curled back from long, sharp, white teeth.

No…..no…..it can’t be….you can’t be….

His grip on your shoulders tightens.

“Ah, my beautiful experiment. You ran. Eluded me for so long.” He turns his head, pressing a kiss to your temple as tears stream down your face. “But now you are home, my pet.” His fingers curl around your chin, eyes still burning into yours. “And you will never escape me again.”

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @atelieredux @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @somekidnamedkai @ikemen-prince-writers-posts @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @ikehoe @redheadkittys @themysticalbeing @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @leotoru @ariamichel @kpop-and-otome

SO IM DOING A LITTLE FUNDRAISER TO HELP WITH KIKIS SURGERY BILLS

If you don't know...THIS IS KIKI!!

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!! SHE LOVES BELLY RUBS AND KISSES.

On Sunday she needed some hefty surgery due to bacteria and infections and lost a kidney. She's only 3, possibly has FIV(basically cat HIV).

Surgery and hospital stay came to be $10,000, and I had to pay 95% upfront might as well take all of it at that point

I also lost my job last Thursday, because I expressed my concerns to the district manager and the store manager didn't like that and fired me.

SO BECAUSE SO MANY OF YOU LOVE KIKI AND MY WRITING/BANTERS IM DOING A LITTLE THING!!!

For ikevamp guys only

For $5 I will write bullet point hcs with any guy with any scenario. Can be smut, fluff, angst, I DO IT ALL ＼(°o°)／

For $10 I will do a few paragraph drabble and maybe random banter with any guy with any scenario. Can be smut, fluff, angst OR WHATEVER.

Don't have $5/$10? Even $1 helps. Can't do that? Then please just share. I don't want anyone to feel obligated. Want to donate more but only have one request? ILL TAKE IT.

All of it is going to Kiki. And I'll be keeping all of you updated on Kiki too. I'm sure she will be needing special food, and follow up appointments.

Now what do you gotta do? I have PayPal here and ko-fi here

Leave a message with your URL so I can tag you (or if you want to stay anon and just stalk my blog that's cool) what guy, and what scenario.

Scenario doesn't have to be detail, if you just want smut, say that, or if you want a certain kink. If you want fluff you can just say fluff, or if you want a little coffee shop au.

You guys know how this works I'm sure.

OR GIVE ME $50+ AND I WONT ABUSE ARTHUR FOR A WHOLE DAY

Omg, I just finished playing, it was put together so well!

The different quests are so precious!

I actually struggled the most with catching Dazai's chicken and finding Napoleon's sword (pls don't ask how) — but I support smacking Theo too haha. Oh, plus the thing at La Thermae, Comte's quest.

I had a great time, it would be wonderful if you'd make another game in the future! It was really well-made but the tasks were simple at the same time!

Download it people, it's worth it! <3

Ikemen Vampire RPG [Fan-made]

Hey friends, I decided to challenge myself in June to create a short game, and what better way to do that than to bring our favorite mansion to life! This challenge was a learning experience for me to learn the basics of game dev, which I enjoyed tremendously and hope to do more of!

✨ Play as the housekeeper of le Comte de Saint-Germain’s mansion, who is left alone to do as they please. But there is work to do, and the residents have left notes in their respective rooms of their requests! 

✨ Finish them all to gain access to entries from Sebastian’s ‘Oh no, they didn’t!’ journal and learn something new about the boys we know and love. 

✨ For more info, head over to this link! (And do let me know what you thought of the experience!) 💕 💕 💕

Oh W O W. I'm a sucker for these, always!!

Okay, let's see:

Vlad is my bestie— like damn, that's pretty cool and deadly.

Vincent is my enemy.... Now I wonder what did I do to make him my enemy, but I'm hella scared. For real.

Dazai as my first kiss, um, let's be honest it was probably a joke or an accident haha.

Theo is secretly in love with me, which is kind of weird, considering Vincent hates me..?

Then this angel tries to kill me, oh mama.

Then Theo dies protecting me. (This low-key feels like a tragedy Will would enjoy, if he knew.)

Then suddenly my lover is Charles, I probably know him because of Vlad?

Jean cockblocks me for an unknown reason, but at the same time I completely understand in his case. (And I'd say that I meant no harm, he just took it the wrong way. Sorry Jean.)

And then, as a climax of the story Vlad turns me. I mean, okay. After that I guess I'm stuck with him, Charles and Faust.

N i c e. ✨

Your ikevamp love story click and drag game

Here's my result:

So basically I'm besties with Charles, which must've made Vlad my enemy. I fall in love with Dazai and have my first kiss with him while Jean is secretly in love with me. Sebastian cockblocks me for some reason. Then my lover Dazai tries to kill me but fails because Faust dies to protect me. My enemy turns me into a vampire, probably out of spite.

Oh my, She did it again! (a.k.a Ikevamp artbreeder edits, this time - Pt. 1)

Well, well.... I've been kind of inactive for a little while. You might wonder what I worked on? This. And many other writing projects, but mainly this.

Am I impossibly slow? Yeah, I am.

(It's clear that if I have a writing block, then I just go to artbreeder lol.)

— But this time I really tried to make them the most realistic! I also (kind of) learned to use the 'race' filter in artbreeder, since all of these guys are legit European/Asian history figures. So I figured it would be appropriate.

Btw, this one gets multiple parts as well!

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Part 2 here!

• Arthur Conan Doyle

(He was fairly easy, to be honest. I was surprised. Other than his hair shape and hair color, I like it very much! But I think even those don't make that big of a difference. I tried to put a greenish tint into his hair? It's really faint. But other than that I like the little, sly smirk that makes Arthur Arthot. I also tried to make one where he has his glasses on, but it changed his hair and face a little bit, since the program is like this, so it doesn't look that good... Plus, I tried to draw on his ear cuff, but you can't really see it.)

• Theodorus van Gogh

(Now, Theo wasn't as smooth as Arthur. In my opinion his face isn't that hard to capture; he has strong, manly features, harsh eyebrows, an intense stare and maybe pursed lips? But it's not THAT easy to make him look genuinely good. Also, to make him similar to Vincent - or vice versa -, so not just their blue eyes match, but some other characteristics too. His hair is off, again, but it's really hard to make the exact hairstyle come true in these edits, but Theo wasn't even the hardest one here..!)

• Vincent van Gogh

(I could say the same to him as Theo, basically. His features are fairly easy to grasp and his design isn't complicated, but they're still brothers! The first prototype I had for him was good, but way too different than his younger brother. So, since I was done with Theo by that time, I mixed his face into it and it actually got better! Now, he has a stronger jaw, like Theo, and the curve of his mouth and eyes are similar too! All-in-all, I'm more satisfied this way! This has that angelic glint though! I also almost forgot to draw on each of their earrings oof.)

• Dazai Osamu

(...Well, he's the only Asian in the mansion other than Sebas (and canonically MC) so to be honest I don't know what to think. He looks Asian, but his features still feel way too generic? I edited his eye color and hair a little bit, to make him look more like the game design. But it still feels off. I'm not an expert on Asian faces and features, probably because I'm European and because I didn't know what to do more with him? The full picture doesn't look that bad, but I can't help and feel that something's missing oof. Plus he has a bit of and elf ear, unintentionally. His smile is nice though!)

• Isaac Newton

(I struggled with his hair color more than his features. I mostly looked at their 'profile pictures' in the game, and Isaac has that semi-glare, uninterested expression there, so I tried to mimic that in the first place. But his hair, ugh, that wasn't smooth at all. While I edited his eye color later, I thought I should do something about his hair, but in the end I left it as is. It's not bad, it's just way darker and more brown-ish, than the original design. But I don't hate it! I think it's cute.)

• Sebastian / Akihiko Satou

(He was a fairly easy and fast edit, just like Arthur. He's Asian, I'm not an expert on his features, and the game didn't do justice for his Japanese genes, if I might add. But of course it's a game, and I was the one who chose to go after a more realistic design! In general I was just lucky that most of the residents were European lol. But I like him too! I think I could've worked a bit more on his stern stare, and maybe his mouth, but changing the lips' shape is difficult in artbreeder, so I left it at that. But hey, he came out pretty handsome!)

• Napoleon Bonaparte

(He, too, was kind of a struggle as well. I had made two semi-finals, before this one. But I still think I didn't do his game avatar and European origin enough justice. But his face stands out in my opinion, so I'm satisfied with it at the same time! It was impossible to edit the white ends on his hair and I didn't wanted to do it after anyway lol. I don't think it's that bad without those. His eyes are not as nice 'emerald green' colored than in the game they like to call it, but they are piercing! And I think I captured his stare well!)

Part 2 coming soon! The purebloods and the others will be there!

There's still more to uncover!

Oh my, She did it again! (a.k.a Ikevamp artbreeder edits this time - Pt. 2)

Yup, here we go, Part 2! Let's resume!

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Part 1 here, if you missed it!

• Leonardo da Vinci

(I admit I was worried about him, when I started. I couldn't convert his avatar into a semi-realistic guy in my head immediately, so I was unsure. But I went with it, kind of mindlessly and just enjoyed the ride. And it worked! I think he got that mature, older-man look! A relaxed but piercing stare at the same time, and a laid-back expression! His hair is nothing like the game design but you know... I don't hate the extra curls. ;))

• Comte de Saint-Germain

(This is my take on him. It's not so good, not so bad, it's something... But I know I'll never be able to live down @redweed 's edit of him, that I saw once, it was utter perfection. He didn't even got the exact hair color, and its shape has a life of its own. Sorry, Comte. I went for and older, more mature look for him too, like Leo, since the dude's an ancient vampire, so might as well add some age to his gentlemanly features. Maybe his stare is a bit harsh? Not as welcoming and gentle, but a decent try from me!)

• Jean d'Arc

(Again, that one guy with the eyepatch. But this time I didn't struggle that much when drawing it on after. Yeah, I also edited his hair... The other picture is the actual portrait I achieved in artbreeder, minus the eye color. His hair was impossible to do - for me at least -, so I didn't even try. Like with Comte. I went more for the hair color, instead. It's decent, I like his blank and stone-faced stare. And I like how the hair and eyepatch drawing came out! He looks nice!)

• Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

(He was one of the first — IF NOT the first that I completed. I don't remember. His features overall seem a bit strange and a bit possessed, with this eye color. His hair is a tad bit longer than in the game, but I'm actually surprised and happy that I could keep the pure white and it doesn't fade into a grayish color midway, just at the neck area, where it's darker anyway, due to shadows and overlapping lol. I'm satisfied with it! He's a bit grumpy but isn't he always like that?)

• William Shakespeare

(I admit, I kind of forgot about him, and I realized in the last minute that he's missing. Sorry, Shakes. He was similar to Leonardo, couldn't really imagine him right away, but as I searched and just went with it, it came out nice in the end! I went for a gentle look and longer hair, but damn— this time his hair came out really long XD. It looks like he has a long ponytail that reaches his shoulders, and it's a big unhinged, but it's okay since Will is unhinged too, sometimes. Even his mismatched eyes look nice, I like him!)

• Vlad

(I REALLY wanted to go for that soft and pure smile he usually wears! But he also has strong features; a long, firm jaw and nicely curved mouth, so it took a while. But I achieved what I wanted! And in the end, his hair came out good too! By that time, I didn't even pay that much attention to hairstyles. But he looks decent nonetheless, in my opinion. I kind of messed up with his eye color, but nvm. He has that sweet, pure but adult-like, mature look at the same time.)

• Johann Georg Faust

(Okay, OKAY. Everyone calm down! Don't lose control, I know he looks really good! XD. No, but for real, I didn't even spent that much time on him — with editing on glasses and all. AND HE CAME OUT LIKE THIS. AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO'S IN LOVE?? Be my husband, Faust. I was interested in him so far too, but NOW. Although the shape of his glasses are kinda off, you can see the general idea. I drew on his ear cuff and the small chain attached to it, connecting it with his specs, and edited his eyes, but I didn't even need to touch his hair! He just looks sooo good. And his strict, ruthless expression is one to die for too!)

• Charles-Henri Sanson

(I wanted to make him soft, but not as soft as Vincent. And I wanted to add difference in his features too, of course. I unintentionally made his hair this curly, but it makes him cuter in my opinion. I wanted a semi-smiling, gentle expression on him. I didn't draw his earrings on, and his eyes don't pop as much as in the art. But he's precious, isn't he?)

Yay, another one of the Ikemen games is done!

(Now I need to make one for the Sengoku guys, right? Well, who knows, my page is pretty messed up now in artbreeder lol.)

Overall I'm really satisfied with the whole gang, they look really nice!

And the realistic filter helped them a lot! <3