#「 victor writes 💌」

[bronze-bell]

( @yellow-rose-embalmer )

If Aesop had not, perhaps, deposited that letter to nobody in the postbox so that Victor would have something to do, if Aesop had not written far too much while realizing too late he forgot to place his own name on the back after hastily crossing out Victor's own, maybe he would be a little more well-kept. But all of that has happened, all of the past is inescapable, and he cannot hide from it. Only wait for everything to crash down.

And how terrifying it is to wait.

He needed to write everything down anyway, and he would not be surprised if he burned his words once they returned to him. They just needed to be out, and what better way to move them apart from him than to write them and seal them away? He knows the dangers, yes. And if he made a grave mistake, if every bit of goodwill he has scraped together crumbles away, he can only say that it was inevitable. Anyone who found out would do the same. If convincing does not work... but that isn't enough this time, right? Not when death means nothing.

He hasn't bothered to put up his ponytail or get his mask on this morning, not after the sleepless night before. The letter has not been returned. He doesn't know what could be happening, and the terror, the possibility that he's destroyed it all, looms close behind him.

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(The letter—or would it be better called a ramble, a confession?— is wrapped in a plain, sturdy envelope, such that he hopes it isn't anything that would stand out. Unfortunately, his handwriting is clearly recognizable as his own, rendering the whole point moot anyway. The envelope bears the first few letters of Victor's name, written several times and crossed out on all of them, but the lack of another addressee is notable. The text's shape and unsteady pace betrays the emotional tension in the writer.)

I'm sorry.

I don't even know what I'm sorry for. For going against that faith you had in me? For taking matters into my own hands and hoping you would never find out? For trying to relieve you of burdens but only trying and failing to soothe my own? You were already asleep, there was no need—

I came here to continue my duty. To free more people. But you were never truly free, you kept returning and I could only grow more ashamed, more unable to face you. If you did not have to wake up, if you were safe and never had to be afraid again... but it doesn't work like that. Not anymore. (I still would not leave you.)

Is it selfish that a part of me... doesn't want to succeed? That I want to have your warmth, your voice, all the things I can't preserve the way I can so much else? If you are comfortable, and happy, does it matter if it happens because you are finally at rest?

I know I have always been here to help. I know it is my duty to reach those meant to die, those who are in too much pain to keep going. (Even now, I wonder if I have reached those who need me the most.) But... I know that you wouldn't see it that way. Nobody does. Mr. Carl, too, knows that this mission is a solitary one. Being able to convince someone to let me guide them is ideal, yes, but... it has, in practice, been impossible. You would not be different, I'm sure. Even if I wish you were, if you ever found out that it was me bringing you to dreamless sleep all those times, I... I would understand if you wanted nothing to do with me anymore. Even as I wish to have your company, I have destroyed your trust, I am sure, and tried to bring you to the other side long before you were ready.

If you would allow me to ask this... please do not tell anyone. I do not know what would happen, and I am already... no, it's not worth thinking about. You will do what you decide is right, and who am I to decide what that is? I have hurt you, have I not? All I wanted to do was make things better for you, and yet...

Once again, I apologize. For everything.

Victor Grantz has been dying, recently. Not in matches, like normal, no. Outside of them, daring to close his tired eyes for a moment before waking up in his room, consumed by a blind panic of where am I what happened oh god— Are They back?? Nobody stole anything, right? Why did they let him revive in his room??

Safe to say, he was on extremely high alert after the first time it happened. But even if he wasn't, he's sure he'd have noticed the look on Aesop's face. The way Aesop wouldn't meet Victor's eyes at all. The way Aesop fiddled with his hands. The way Aesop was, very obviously, guilty.

Something clicks into place, then. So now the question becomes why. And, paranoid as he is, he can't trust it's actually Aesop.

Although, god, if anyone is killing him he hopes it's Aesop. As weird as that sounds. You see, there's no real reason for Victor to be dying. It'd be one thing if his bag was searched, another if his room was, but neither are true. He's made sure of it. (The keys are still in his pocket when he revives, and ordering the letters in a way only he knows leads to the order being perfect afterwards.) It's not torture either, he's certain it's not meant to be.

The only other reason for someone to kill him is... Concern. Worry about him neglecting himself, choosing to reset his body and take him straight to bed rather than argue with him about whether he's okay.

And that is why he hopes it's Aesop. Because that is absolutely something he might do, and it would make him much more at ease.

But he can't just ask Aesop if he's killing him. That likely wouldn't go down well, especially if Aesop isn't the murderer. So he experiments instead.

- - -

He'd pretended to be unconscious on the dining room table. Late enough he knew nobody would walk in on them, and close enough to both of their rooms that it'd give Aesop confidence to solve the mystery for him.

And, well... If the gloved hands and the click of the case didn't give it away, Aesop speaking, quiet and shaky through his mask, definitely did. Victor wills his pounding heart to stop beating so loud. Aesop will catch on to his ruse, surely...

Aesop does, in fact, catch on... Partially. Thank god, he didn't seem to realise what it meant. He asks about a nightmare, though seemingly remembering victor can't answer him. Victor is given reassurance that it'll be over soon, anyway.

He's given a lot of reassurance, actually.

A little scolding, though more concerned than anything else ["You really must take care of yourself better..."],

a few admissions of attachment ["if only you knew how much I care for you..."],

and many, many apologies.

Victor's heart starts to relax from it all, and he wonders if he might actually fall asleep here... before there's a sharp prick in his arm.

Cold floods through him, and it's too heavy to struggle. He falls unconscious within minutes.

He wakes up back in his bed. Nothing is out of order. Well, at least that's calmed most of his nerves...

[this goes on for weeks. Somehow, he finds himself more relaxed each time.]

= = =

The next unusual thing happens with the letter.

Victor would recognise the handwriting anywhere by now, especially when it's addressed to him. Sort of.

Even if he wasn't mildly addicted to reading and pretending people's letters were for him, he'd still itch to open that seal. There's absolutely no address, besides his own, half formed and shaky.

He can't be blamed if he doesn't know where to go, right? He's just being diligent, right? [He burns with curiosity, taking the letter into his room as subtly as he can, so he can pore over every detail.]

There is no name here, either. But what he does get is so much more... Fascinating, in a sense. It's a terrible thing, he knows, but he can't stop himself from being entranced at the pure emotion dripping off of Aesop's every word.

It's a secret. Just for him.

+ + +

If not for the subject matter he'd be feeling both sick and rather giddy at the chance. (At the moment he just feels the instinctual crawling nausea of something to hide from Them. He swats it away.)

It's funny, how mere weeks ago he thought Aesop was like Them, but it's even clearer now that he's not, and never will be. Victor doesn't see what Aesop does, but Aesop happens to have painted a very easy picture for Victor to see.

It's love, above all else. It's guilt, it's apology, it's longing, it's protection, it's caring. Victor understands Aesop better than anyone else, and this only proves it. He can connect with that emotion, hold it in his hands and press his face against it to feel the warmth.

Nobody else will understand. It's his secret to keep. But unfortunately for Victor's desire to stare at it for hours, this is still technically supposed to be delivered.

He puts the secret back in its envelope, not bothering to re-melt the wax like usual, locks up his room, and walks to Aesop's door. (If it had been back then, he would have been punished for not being punctual. But, they tended to give exceptions to unclear delivery instructions...)

× × ×

"Mr Carl?" He speaks quietly into the wood of the door. "Is this letter yours?"

It's selfish of him, but he can't wait for the reply.

[volimtem]

“You make me wanna slip off a new dress” ❀

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It’s your anniversary.

It’s when we talk close enough, that I feel it on my skin

You were intertwined with your wife underneath the cotton comforter, feeling the warmth of the sun pouring on your skin through your blinds.

Nika created a trail of gentle kisses, each one lingering more than the last. Your giggles followed quickly after, the sound creasing an ear-to-ear smile to the Croatian.

“Are you awake baby?” She asked softly.

“Mhm.” You said groggily, the haze of your sleepiness still carrying over you.

“Y’know what day it is?” Another question asked by the brunette.

Why so many questions today? You’ve barely been able to register the words falling from the woman’s mouth due to your new-found consciousness. Then it clicked.

It’s your anniversary.

You couldn’t refrain the happiness that started to take over you. You shifted on your side to look at the woman, “It’s our anniversary baby.” you beamed. “That it is, my love.” The Croatian confirmed as her browns looked into yours, matching smiles plastered on your faces.

The two of you have come so far.

From meeting your junior year, her senior year. Watching her play in college games to pro-ball.

Attending annual Family trips & reunions.

Marrying young into your relationship at the ripe age of 26.

When you know, you know.

A fur baby and then two. Max and Vinnie had been added to the family by the end of that year.

Looking back on your life so far, it’s been perfect.

Any down, any sticks or rocks thrown at your relationship with Nika, you would endure time and time again with every fiber and bone in your body to do it with her than anyone else.

It’s your second year wedding anniversary.

“Can’t you believe it’s been 2 years since we were officially officiated as wives.” “That was almost a tongue twister.” Nika chuckled, as she turns away from you to stare at the ceiling, reminiscing.

“6 years since we’ve met each other.” You added on, admiring the woman next to you in concentration.

She tried to stifle a laugh as she looked back at you, bringing her head up to rest on her elevated palm. “You make us sound so old.”

“Well, I can’t wait to grow old with you Nika Mühl.” You teased, knowing the Croatian’s irrational fear of aging.

Nika grimaced, pointing her finger in her open mouth, childishly imitating throwing up. “Well I admire your patience Y/N Mühl, because that’s never happening.”

“Yeah, yeah. So what’s the plan today, lover?” You said, your head resting on the pillow.

Neither of you were ready, at the looks of it— doing anything at all seemed very far from your agendas.

“Go look in the kitchen mišiću.” (little mouse) She ushered you.

You quirked a brow.

*How did this girl always have something up her sleeve?*

If you knew any better, Nika had been sleeping with you the whole time.

You walked into the open kitchen, seeing an enticing brunch set up on your dining table and a presentation of photos bordering your island.

Victor you actually did this?!

Your hands found its way over your agape lips in awed disbelief.

Nika found a way to out stand herself in more ways than one every year.

The first year she threw a surprise party in the women’s basketball dorms and decorated your bedroom.

The second was surprising you in-person, when you two were facing long distance.

The third was your proposal surrounded by your loved ones. 💌§ save the date | 6/14

The fourth being your wedding.

The fifth was spent away in a cozy cabin.

Now this. Imagine how birthdays felt for you.

You hummed softly as you slowly walked around the island, looking at the arrangement of clipped Polaroids, taking in the moment. “Nika. Gosh, you know how to make everything so sentimental.” You complimented her, it was honestly a blessing and a curse to your emotional stability.

She hadn’t even realized your affirming words, lost in her admirance for you.

She studied each breath and step you took, the way your eyelashes batted and how you took in your lip with your teeth in concentration.

Nika came up from behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist, swaying. You smiled as she placed a longing kiss on your neck.

“How long have you had this for?” Your question prying her attention away, referring to the pages of pictures in the photo book she had made.

“I started it a few months ago.” She shrugged.

“A few months?! You were able to keep this away from me for that long?” You were almost offended, but it made the gesture even more meaningful.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it Nika. I love this, everything about this. Everything about you, I’m so lucky.” You expressed your infatuation for the woman, positioning yourself to face her, chest-to-chest.

She picked you up by your hips and moved the photo book out of the way to place you on the island countertop, your arms and her cold hands on your waist supporting you.

“I love you muñeca.” She said in a hushed tone.

You bit your lip at the sound of the petname you often called her, laced with her Croatian accent .

A plethora of brunch foods were sitting on the table, but the brunettes were in the mood for something sweeter.

Nika’s hands were imprinting your thigh as she took in your bottom lip, making you wince.

Your arms were growing weak as the woman used her body to press against you further.

“Do you feel special?” She asked in between chaste kisses on your neck, alternating between biting and soothing.

You nodded, your brain too blurred to think of words.

Nika pulled back, holding you by your jaw, “Do you feel special?” She repeated.

“Yes baby I do.” You responded with an affirmative nod, looking in her lustful eyes.

She bit down on your collarbone, getting handsy below your waist. Her fiery touch developed nervous butterflies in your stomach.

You could only let out elicit moans, driving the Croatians desire even more.

“Stop teasing me.” You whined, getting impatient.

“You want me to get to the point?” She husked with a small smile as she massaged your inner thigh.

“Yes, please, I can’t take it anymore Niks..” you said through your huffs.

“Which way do you want to go about this?” She asked you considerately, bringing your face to hers.

She latched onto your earlobe, sucking the soft flesh, aiding as her distraction while she let you think on it.

You blushed, kind of embarrassed to tell the woman what you wanted.

The two options were to have her tongue fuck you or finger fuck you.

The Croatian looked good doing both.

“Make up your mind anðele, or I will for you.” She warned, her vibrations shivering your spine.

“I want you to…” you paused to bite your lip as you felt her suck on your skin.

“You want me to what?”

“I want you to eat me out.” You finished sternly.

She continued to create hickeys until she reached your chin.

She bit her lip as she looked at you, excited on how she was gonna play with you next.

“I’m gonna start slow for you anðele .”

She started to tease around the band of your boy shorts.

The Croat was in no rush.

She took off your shorts and began to spread your legs.

She bent down and started placing wet kisses on your inner thighs, biting your lips and soothing with her tongue.

Your legs tensed and shook with the subtle fleeting touches.

“Fuck.” You exhaled out. “Please baby. Please.” You begged.

Her ears perked up, she decided she was going to stop teasing you.

“Shh. Baby, you’ll get what you want.”

She took in one of your folds with her lips and started lapping around with her tongue.

“Oh fuck.” You groaned out.

“Is this what you wanted ljubavi?” She asked you.

She gave your clit some attention, but she wanted to drag this out as long as possible, wanting to see how long you could last.

She went under your shirt with one of her hands to play with your nipples, giving you two forms of stimulus.

“Oh my God, Nika.” You whimpered. “You do it so well.” You praised her. “I love you.”

You were so close.

“Baby, please let me come.” You begged her, in which she ignored you.

To slightly relieve your urge, you rode on her face. She obliged and held you up by your hips as she aligned her rhythm of her tongue to your hip bucking. The woman losing her breath to the intensity.

“Holy shit! I can’t fucking take this.” You cried out as you were grinding on the girl, your head falling back.

Her nose was hitting your clit so well. “Oh fuck baby you feel so good.” You praised her as her tongue was inserting in and out of your walls. “Just like that.” You whispered.

Your thighs squeezed the girls head, “Nika! Fuck! Yeah, that’s it. Oh my god.” You hit your climax with a series of profanities and moans.

Nika cleaned you up well, your legs shaking a bit from her tongue around your sensitive folds.

She came back up to your face, holding your cheeks by her hands.

She kissed you, tasting yourself on her lips.

With you there’s no pretending §

You were too limp to say anything.

“You’re welcome. Happy Anniversary to my mišiću.” The cocky point guard didn’t need to be verbally affirmed to know she performed well, your body language spoke a thousand words.

She shuffled your boy shorts up for you, patting your hips twice.

“Hungry babe? Tons of food.”

Come to think of it, you were hungry.

You needed to reenergize yourself somehow.

You fixed a plate for the Croat,

“How’d you even set this up babe?” questioning the mysterious ways of the woman.

“You never ask a chef their secret recipe” She sassed.

You rolled your eyes at the brunette, letting her have this one.

You two shared blissful conversations, feeding eachother, the ambience so light and playful. Days like these made you crush on her hard, feeling shy when she’d throw a compliment, let alone being in her presence. The intimacy in these moments were ones that were priceless.

— Early Evening.

After someday spent at the Pike Place Market and visiting some Seattle hidden gems, you two came back to your shared flat.

Nika reserved a dinner for the both of you at fine-dine restaurant 7:00 pm and you were getting ready with her in the bathroom.

“Mišiću I got you something.” Nika whispered in your ear.

“You always do.” You rolled your eyes.

“Be quiet, y’know you love it.” She smiled. “Stay here.” She told you as she retreated.

You heard her footsteps appear and then felt cold metal touch your skin. Nika placed the iced chain on your neck, the pendant an ‘N’.

You looked at the resting chain in the mirror, “It’s beautiful muñeca.” you said softly.

Your eyes shifted to the Croatians, hers already on you.

She kissed you along your neck.

“That’s not all.” She said.

“Hm?” You inquired.

She patted your hip twice, gesturing you to follow her.

She opened the door to the bedroom, a beautiful deep red dress hanging above the closet door.

Your jaw fell, but before you could say anything, Nika signaled you to put it on.

“Go ahead mišiću.” She nudged you, pushing you forward by your mid-back.

You grabbed the dress by its hanger, a sharp gasp released from your mouth as you found the matching lingerie set behind it.

Nika was smirking, watching the scene unfold.

“sviđa li ti se beba?”

The foreign words that escaped her lips made you shiver.

To no avail, Nika walked towards you until her front was pressed against you.

“I said, did you like it?” She repeated, a smile lingering.

“I like it.. but there’s just one problem.” You feigned distaste.

The Croatian scrunched her eyebrows, what possibly could you not like about it?

“Pobogu, molim te” she sighed. “What’s wrong?”

You turned to her, wrapping your arms around her neck. You leaned into her ear, “I would love it better if you took it off me.”

You make me wanna slip off a new dress §

The brunette chuckled out of relief, “ne šali se sa mnom Y/N. I almost had a heart attack.” She pulled you into her complete view, pressing her nose against yours with closed eyes.

“Go put on that dress for me, sexy.” She told you softly, her accent peeking out.

You walked into the bathroom when she signaled you to change with her two pats to your hip.

You admired yourself in the mirror. Everything was put together, the shade of Muave complimenting your skin complexion, the icy chain sitting perfectly along your collarbone, and your lingerie under your dress waiting to be taken off.

You walked back into the bedroom with Nika sitting at the edge of the bed waiting.

“How do I look?” Your question catching her attention.

Her jaw dropped, her vision even better than she imagined.

She massaged her jaw as she took in your look, proud of her fashion taste.

“You look so fucking good baby, fuck.” You complimented her.

You giggled, feeling overwhelmed with flattery.

Your confidence was over the roof.

“Stop.” You whined out.

“I’m so serious baby.” She said in almost a growl.

She stood up, walking towards you to corner you into the wall.

She wasted no time in pressing herself against you, one hand prepping your leg on her hip and the other playing with your hair.

She took in your lips hard, a groan slipping out from both of you.

“Mm, baby, this can’t really be over a dress.” You said in rigid breaths.

The player didn’t want to hear it, “Shut up.” as she bit down on your bottom lip, releasing another groan from you.

You sucked on her top lip, feeling them swell and bruise.

Nika’s pulled back in eagerness to breathe.

You took this as your chance to gain a bit of control as you supported her head with your hand and swiped your tongue across her neck.

She whimpered as you marked her up, she couldn’t take it anymore, feeling her chest fall and rise against yours.

“Stop, stop.. Y/N.” She asked, finding herself to caught up in this daze you washed over her.

“Why?” You redirected, having too much fun with having Nika right where you wanted her.

You used a freehand to play with her breast, focusing on teasing her nipple.

She moaned from the overstimulation, “Fuck. I can’t. I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“Hm. Make me change my mind, ‘cause I’m enjoying this a little too much baby. You thought I could resist? You don’t even have your bra on.” You snickered.

Your teeth grazed her skin, your tongue slipping out as you moved across her jawline.

You pulled her chin to you, looking into her eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you more. Please let me touch you baby.” She begged.

You ignored the girls plea. “Take your shirt off.”

“What?” She said, taken aback.

“This. Take it off.” You demanded.

“No. Let me make you feel good ljubavi.” She denied.

“You will, by taking this off.” You retorted.

You played with the brim of her shirt and folded it over her.

You bit your lip at the sight of the half naked girl under you.

“Let me have my fun muñeca.” You said, more-so as a warning than a request.

Nika’s covered her upper face with her arm, bracing herself, like the dramatic woman she was.

You took in a nipple of hers, your tongue swirling over her bud.

Her torso lifted up in response, letting out a few moans as you continued your work.

You pressed down on her abdomen to hold her down as you straddled her, your thigh peeking through your slit.

Nika’s hands slithered their way to the start of your slit, trying to distract you from satisfying the girl.

You grabbed her hand and pinned it above the girl.

“Not right now.” You husked.

She smirked at your dominance, taking notice of how good the icy chain with her initial looked hovering above her.

“You look sexy with my brand over you beba.” She commented.

You smiled, having the desire to satisfy her. You continue your nipple play, your free hand snaking their way under her pants.

It didn’t take you long to provoke the vocal range of the Croatian as your fingers rubbed through her slick folds, inserting two.

“Fuck, fuck. Jebo te!” She yelled out as she gripped to the sheets beneath her.

“Sigue con tu voz muñequita, eres como una canción” You encouraged her as you curled your fingers in her walls at a steady pace.

The Croatian fixed her rhythm onto your fingers, grinding. She huffed out as she was building closer to her climax.

“You’re almost there for me baby. Solo sigue voz a me, morena.”

The brunette’s head fell to the pillow as her band snapped, reaching her orgasm. Strands of hair clinged to her sweaty face.

“Fucking shit.” She huffed.

“I fucking can’t.”

You continued fingering the girl as you licked her juices in effort to clean her up as she finished out her high.

You pressed against another spot, having her groan out in a second orgasm.

“Oh my fucking God, that felt so good baby.” She chuckled, feeling lightheaded.

“Just giving my wife what she deserves for treating me so well.” You cheesed as you place a kiss on her lips, then plastering kisses across her cheeks.

The adrenaline that was pursing through Nika gave her the desire to pleasure you 10x better.

She grabbed you by your waist, flipping you onto your back.

“Ugh this pretty dress has go to go.” She sighed.

She carefully took off each strap, shimmying it down your body, displaying the beautiful bold red lingerie set.

Red was her favorite color on you, clearly.

“What?” You asked, noticing the girl starting at you for a few moments.

“You know I’m just looking at you because you look so beautiful, anđele.” She chuckled as she tucked a fray hair strand behind your ear. “You just want to hear me compliment you.” She added on.

“And so what?” You sassed.

“And I’ll do it for you. Drop the attitude.” She raised her eyebrow.

You blushed, “Yes ma’am.”

She draped your leg over her shoulder, angling the spread of your other leg.

You felt your heart racing.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good beba.” She husked.

She aligned her pussy with yours, feeling your wet slick through your thong. She groaned, “Oh fuck. You’re already so fucking wet baby.” She shuddered as she started to pace herself, rubbing your lips together.

Your cheeks reddened, not sure whether it came from slight embarrassment, pride, or the

circumstances you were in. Most likely all the above.

“Don’t be ashamed baby. This is all for me. I like that.” She affirmed you as her movement became more sporadic.

You moaned at her words of affirmation.

“Closer.” You said.

You pulled in the woman, her bare chest against yours as she continued to grind against you. The close proximity intensified the experience as you two released a series of ecstatic moans.

You felt yourselves shake against each other as the pace escalated.

“Holy fucking shit Nika, I’m gonna come. Fuck.”

You told her.

She slowed down, wanting to drag this out longer like she usually did.

“Okay baby.” She exasperated.

She stopped her scissoring and started massaging your breasts as she gave attention to your neck. Feeling her wet kisses made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Like that baby.” You praised her.

She went back to scissoring against you, starting slow.

It was agonizingly slow, your nails finding her bare back, marking them up with scratches.

“I fucking can’t, Nika.” You groaned.

“Please make me come.” You begged her. “Please.”

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, I guess you’ll get what you want muñeca.” She confirmed, as you placed a kiss on her cheek before picking up the pace in speed.

She rested her forehead against yours, feeling her heavy breaths hit your skin as her pussy rammed into yours.

This was a new found of arousal as your clits found the sensation against your sensitive flesh.

Nika pinned down your thighs as you shook into your orgasm, Nika finding her climax at the same time.

She grabbed your head to press against as you two quietly basked the intimate moment.

You two fell back, facing the ceiling with heaving breaths.

“Happy Anniversary Mišiću.” Nika said.

You shifted to your side and place a lingering kiss on your wife’s cheek.

“Happy Anniversary my love.”

“Let’s get to that dinner yeah? Put on your dress.”

[bronze-bell]

It's truly a wonder, that he alone learned to understand Aesop. Victor has always been good at translating people's movements to words, even silently, but he's never considered that others would struggle with that task he finds so simple.

People often disregard Aesop as rude or cold or even manipulative, god forbid, (He's scarcely anything of the sort!), without noticing, like Victor does, the little twitches, or the way he leans, or the way he'll avoid someone's gaze, all very clear signifiers of emotion. Of discomfort. Aesop doesn't like those assumptions, clearly.

Victor doesn't have those. He's sure. He's trained it out of himself. A perfect silent postman, never seen or heard. Though now, he takes more comfort than he can really understand in being Aesop's silent friend.

The embalmer smiles at him, and all at once his heart is aglow with a sort of strange pride. This Postman is loved. Even on his day off.

So it's even more of the utmost importance to keep this moment. Even if he struggles to keep himself from bobbing under all his restlessness. Even if he panics internally over forgetting the exact wording of Aesop's letter. Even if Aesop's obscured smile has dropped, leaving icicles growing in Victor's stomach.

So he cups Aesop's hand in both his own, as gently as he can muster without shaking like a leaf. The Postman doesn't know what promise is being made, but he'd anything to see that smile once more.

[@bronze-bell ✉︎]

They are quiet together, as always. Silent friends. Nobody who could witness it would understand the conversation between them, the muted gestures of fear and trust and hope.

He slips past Aesop as his request for access is given, and he is, once again, greeted by the safe haven (Hopefully.) that he's starting to become used to. The thought makes his heart skip a beat in worry. What if somebody realises he frequents here, and it becomes a target? (And after all the trust he's put in...?)

He can't show this though. It's his "birthday", he needs to be picture perfect. He waves his hand over his face, the practiced motion helping reset himself to default emptiness and smiles.

Victor turns almost a little too sharply when he realises his back is facing the doorway, but it has been closed and latched since he entered.

He can't seem to get his head out of the clouds today...

(continued from here!)

The quiet they share is comforting, in all these ways they don't need words or voices to understand each other. Conversations held within the way they stand, their expressions, it is a language that the two have taken time to learn. Taken time to understand the other and how their motions and gestures show their meanings, and when something is a concern. If Aesop had known he would find a silent friend that he could speak to, and that would return such words to him, he wonders if he would have less of an assumption that he would need all these words and bowed heads.

The postman moves past him, and once he knows the other has entered, Aesop locks the door with a practiced motion. When he turns back towards Victor, the other's expression is back where it usually is, and as he turns in a stilted manner, Aesop tries to hide the smile that creeps up onto his face and becomes visible in his eyes, though a slight hum does escape him. Victor must be worried... but at the same time, these little idiosyncrasies of the postman's movements are one of the many reasons he finds the man so special, so memorable.

As he feels the lump in his throat from the doubt, from the worries his thoughts would be misinterpreted, he looked away anxiously, holding a hand out for Victor, both to gauge the other's feeling through the way the touch did or didn't reach him, and as if to say that he was here, and he had no intention of leaving the postman.

After all, Aesop needed no words to make a promise.

[heartshapedbubble]

hi !!! could i request bday hcs with norton and victor?? anything works!! you could do general hcs if youd like <3

hihi of course !! 💓

norton campbell and victor grantz birthday hcs🧲💌

norton campbell🧲

not the best at throwing parties to be honest. never had one thrown for him, never threw one and was rarely invited to them. he never really celebrated his own birthday either

HOWEVER. since it's you in question he cannot go cheap

he's going to be avoiding you for some time as he's going to be busy digging ores and crystals to sell - organizing a birthday party is not exactly a cheap feat, and he needs to make sure everything goes perfectly, from the icing to the candle wax to the piñata (if you're up for it😎)

lacks a lot of those ""birthday skills""" such as baking a tasty cake and the ability to decorate well so he's going to go all out on your present at the very least

he likes gifting crystals and gems he finds - only the best one he could dig up for you, polished by hand - as he finds them to be a very versatile gift. don't like them? you can sell it! can't store them anywhere? no problem, for he'll simply commission a jeweler to make a custom piece out of it!

despite going all out for you he's quite indifferent about his own birthday, being happy even when it's just you and him and a birthday cake between you two. write him a sweet card and put some dollar bills between the paper to make this man's day

victor grantz💌

oh victor is so tooth-achingly sweet when it comes to birthdays. bless his little heart fr

he loves throwing parties and has an amazing eye for decorations and aesthetic, and he would like to keep planning your party a private thing so it's just him who can hyperfocus on making it perfect

vic's the kind of guy that prefers doing everything by himself, from the gift - for him, the best gift is the one that will have special meaning for the receiver - to the birthday cake which he'll mix, bake and decorate all on his own. the fact that it's him who's picking out the most fitting aroma for the whipped cream, the color scheme and the tea flavor makes him feel so good. is it because of you or is it just because he loves organizing? both? he'll never know!!!!!!!!!!! 🤗🤗🤗

and obviously the best part of it all? THE BIRTHDAY CARD. i don't think i have to explain this one tbh just visualize his face impatiently watching yours light up as you read

vic strikes me as somebody who would force everyone to wear birthday hats including wick. just a thought tbh

as for his birthday he's quite humble about it!! just a small circle of people dear to him (obviously including you don't even DARE to not show up i will personally put you into a coma) and a lot of birthday letters just for him </33334 god bless viccy

[disaster-j]

Make me write!

This really helped me make progress on my fics last time so I figure why not do it again

Rules: Send me an emoji (ask) corresponding to the WIP and I'll write 3 sentences for each emoji and share it. My wips are below:

🪄 Love potion (khaithird)

👑 All For the Crown aka Magic royalty au (buddietommy)

💌 Fake dating au (bucktommy)

🌈 The Lion, The Witch and This Fucking Closet of Despair aka Pick is Pete's cousin au (pickrome & petekao)

🔮 Psychic!Buck au (bucktommy & salad)

🥂 ctrl+alt+del aka Salad Best Men AU ft Groomzilla Buck (saleddie & bg bucktommy)

🥀 Buddie Divorce AU (bucktommy & salad)

🛋️ Fake Couple's Counselling AU (TayLena)

☣️ killing victor aka labrats au (not me/toddblackgram)

💴 ToddWai au (it's a not me x bad buddy au with an intentionally misleading name?)

☕ Coffee Shots aka mafia meets coffee shop au (khaithird)

😈 Devil You Know aka demon!White au (not me, multi ship)

👭 Heather All Along aka Khai helps Pear get the girl au (earnpear & khaithird)

(as before I'll probs write way more than 3 sentences lol)

[bronze-bell]

Victor shifts uncomfortably as he is stared through. God, he should have remained unnoticed. The painter is always prickly, maybe more so today. Victor, for all his secrets, wouldn't know. (It's the same reason he panics upon seeing the photographer in a match - he does not like being replicated, in any form.)

There is about twenty seconds of uninterrupted silence, before Victor scrambled to attention and runs.

That was a terrible idea. Let's not repeat it.

Good evening, Mr Valden!

[the postman has, quite unintentionally, found himself face to face with Mr Valden. He would rather be quite literally anywhere else, but social niceties make him say hello regardless.]

- @bronze-bell

Quite frankly, the meeting was unplanned. Edgar had no intention of actively seeking out the postman (let alone anyone else, but the postman was the relevant person here), and he would not be surprised if Victor had many other things he'd rather do. But, unfortunately for the both of them, they are here.

Edgar, even if he would rather do away with social niceties, can understand that a little politeness is expected. There are bare minimums to be fulfilled. The unfortunate side effect is being misunderstood, yes, but it's a good way to check who doesn't even try to look into his words. So, once he properly registers the postman's presence, he straightens himself up to prepare to give his full attention, his expression of slightly muted annoyance refusing to change, as he looks Victor up and down before addressing the other with a short nod, his voice sounding somewhere between disinterested and curt. "Good evening to you, too."

[vincentsleftear]

iris pls tell me should i watch the penguin and why

FJFJFIFJEKSJSPF YESYESYES!!

ahem.

I mean. Yes 😇. You absolutely should! Being that it’s a current hyper fixation of mine I may be a bit biased but I genuinely believe it’s the best thing on TV rn. There’s never a dull moment! Each episode leaves me floored and holding my breath till the next one airs lol.

This show is packed full of action and intrigue, compelling characters and show stopping performances, and fantastic writing and jaw dropping costume/set design.

Here’s a few other reasons 🤭:

1. Hot Evil Lady

I mean!! C’mon!! Enough said. If this alone doesn’t convince you idk how to help honestly.

Jokes aside, Cristin Milioti TURNS IT as Sofia Falcone. Give that lady her Emmy NOW. In a show about *The Penguin’s* rise to power, she is completely winning over so much of the audience despite being the protagonist’s main opposition. That’s how powerful her performance is.

If you’re a fan of the “self-fulfilling prophecy”/“becoming-the-very-thing-you-seek-to-destroy-trope” like I am (or just a fan of hot evil women lmao) you’ll love her and this show.

2. Colin Farrell is a Wizard

Look at these two images. Look at them. How on earth is that the same person. Idk!!! Colin Farrell is completely unrecognizable in his role as Oz Cobb and it’s not just in his physical appearance! The accent. The walk. The mannerisms. All the way down to the way he turns his head!! It’s a complete transformation and incredible to watch on screen!

3. Fucked Up Familial Dynamics! Yippee!!

One of my personal favorite tropes ❤️ and there’s NO shortage of examples in this show lol. Idk how to sell this aspect of The Penguin without giving too many spoilers. Just know that the character dynamics in this show are so deliciously fucked up. I really love how so many of the central dynamics within the show mirror eachother in some way. That’s all I can say. Just. *chefs kiss*

4. Cute Mentor Relationship!

If you’re not a sicko like me, never fear!! There’s something for you too! A nice little mentor dynamic!! Such a classic trope!

The paths of Oz Cobb, hardened gangster, and Victor Aguilar, orphan and petty thief, cross unexpectedly one fateful night. Both struggle with different forms of disability in a world where the vulnerable are sacrificed for power and control. Oz sees himself in young Victor and takes him under his wing. The two become teammates in their plan for survival and to make it to the top of Gotham’s criminal world.

and um. Yeah 💌 that’s my thesis on why you should watch The Penguin 😁😁

[hayleythesugarbowl]

chancellor esteban flores x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: i literally NEVER see him or this fandom so I’m here to fill the void 🫡 disclaimer though it’s been a while since i watched this show and i am only on s2 so that is when this will take place i guess 🎀💌

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dating esteban would include…

ok so like he met you at a trade summit with a neighboring kingdom 

you couldn’t keep your eyes of each other

you heard it here folks-

esteban “uptight, professional, reserved” flores couldn’t keep his eyes off you 

ofc doña notices

anyways you get a job at the castle in avalor 

you guys keep meeting at different conferences/events/etc

you both flirt but neither makes a move

esteban keeps asking doña for advice 

because he knows nothing about romance

you are at all the grand council meetings

finally he asks you out 

naomi won’t stop teasing him about it 

he gets all flustered around you and elena loves to try to help him make nice gestures for you

he is still reserved and it takes a bit for him to actually open up to you but when he does it’s so cute 

“He HaTeS eVeRyOnE bUt HeS dIfFeReNt WiTh YoU” 

i know it’s cliche but like it’s true in this case

he loves taking you sailing occasionally 

and he is super busy but always makes time for you 

you eventually find out about his dealings with shuriki when he finally confides in you

obviously he still feels really guilty and you comfort him 

you become besties with naomi and elena and mateo and gabe

gabe flirted with you once though and esteban didn’t let it go for weeks

you hang out with doña a lot and you have girls nights

he’s actually super protective and proud of you 

he isn’t into pda but when it’s just you two he loves cuddling 

victor tried to blackmail you once and the council had to intervine before esteban tried to send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love to hunt down his old friend 

a/n: sorry hamilton reference

you call him el segundo to get on his nerves

he has the cutest nicknames for you

”princesa” “mi amor” “chiquitita” “mi reina”

his family is so so important to him and he hates the thought of losing you like his parents and aunt and uncle 

he loves making his family’s recipes for you

he loves it when you sing him to sleep

you make him feel 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃

you guys get a pet jaquin

even though he’s never been fond of them

but he relented because you wanted one

and he insisted on naming it after you

you guys just love each other so much and everyone in avalor knows it <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ well there it is…like i said i am not 100% up to date on this show but i hope you enjoyed!! i love esteban so much and i have since i was 12 so this felt like something i needed to write ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🍒🩰

[ruedesfillesducalvaire]

we have reached the end..... 💌

on my life, i didn't even READ fanfiction before victor hugo's brick rearranged my brain, so the fact that i've now finished writing 14 chapters of one is WILD.

thank you for reading, i've had a lot of fun!!

[since i didn't post anything on tumblr when i put up chapters 12 & 13, i'll link to those here as well just in case anyone missed them]

chapter 12: valjean

chapter 13: 24601

...or, here's the link to start reading from the beginning 💖

[ithaquasbbg]

Hii I hope you're doing well!

I just thought of this, but this might've been already done by some other writer but idk.

Can I request fluff hcs for Victor Grantz/Postman that meets his penpal? Fem or GN reader, whichever you prefer!

Please and thank you! Take care of yourself! Eat, drink and sleep plenty!

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Hi anon! :) yes I can do this :D

Victor Grantz | Postman w/ a fem pen pal reader Hcs

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Pairing : Nothing established, could probably be read as Victor x reader

Tw: none

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|💌| He’d probably be incredibly anxious before meeting you in person. What if you didn’t like his company in person? What if he’s too awkward?

|💌| I think it’s safe to say that you probably have those fears as well before meeting him! Both of you are so excited but so worried at the same time!

|💌| When you do meet Victor hands you a letter with a wide smile on his face, the contents basically talking about how excited he is to finally meet you

|💌| Victor will introduce you to his dog with that same big smile, he’s obviously very happy to see you after so long of writing to each other!

|💌| He probably tells you that you look really pretty (whether written or verbally- however you interest him). Romantic or not- it’s still a sweet gesture!

|💌| On a similar note, he is a cute guy in general- and if you returned the compliment he’d likely be flustered beyond belief.

|💌| When you two have to leave again, he’ll promise to write to you as soon as he can!

|💌| Sure enough, you get a letter in the mail a few days later talking about how much he enjoyed meeting you, and asking if you could meet up again soon!

….

Yipeee

[bronze-bell]

The Ferryman has never liked leaving people to their fates if he can intervene. So when Victor fumbles over his chair, cannot climb it the way he needs to, almost gets flattened in the process, it is no surprise that he intervenes. He knows there are things where it is best to stay aside, but... the longer this goes, the more it becomes clear this is not one of those times. So he must act.

It's strange, feeling the solidity and warmth of a human against... whatever he is now. He almost wants to wrap as much as he can around the postman and not let go, and equalize their temperatures, and blanket Victor with all that he has become, if it will be any greater comfort to him. Still, even like this, he is content.

Victor's hands shake as he opens the letter, and the Ferryman cannot stop himself from observing where the postman is in reading and annotating. Cannot stop himself from immersing into what the postman reads and writes, hands slowly ruffling the other's hair.

Ah. He can barely understand any of this. Drumming his fingers on the desk, he thinks, before retrieving another pen and writing below everything Victor's written.

"It's okay, you don't need to have it all now. Take as long as you need. I have more than enough time to wait for when you are ready."

He angles himself towards the bed, as if making a suggestion. He knows he will bring Victor that direction anyway, but it's polite to ask and indicate what's happening beforehand, is it not?

( @yellow-rose-embalmer )

Victor is, essentially, wrapped in the Ferryman. The postman weakens as soon as he's deemed his own writing done, slumping back against the body that cradles his exhausted form. No better than a doll.

He closes his eyes for a blissful second, as sleep threatens to take him then and there. Alas, the sound of writing loosens its hold on him, and he comes bobbing back up to the surface. To wakefulness.

He has to pull himself towards the desk in order to see what's written, blinking slowly. Focus eyes, read words, process, repeat. Quite frankly, he doesn't understand, but he's suitably lulled by the tone.

There is a shift in position, and Victor goes limp against Aesop's hold. He does mind what may come next, but he nods anyway, just to let The Ferryman know.

How polite of him.

[blackgirlnotes]

Thoughts on Spring & A New Series 💌🌸💭

🌸 Spring is the season of life and rebirth. The world is being reawakened as Persephone returns to her mother. Students are finishing school for the term, flower shops and farmer's markets are opening, and overall, there's an excited buzz in the air.

🌸 Spring is also the season of love, despite commercial belief. Victor Hugo writes, "If people did not love one another, I really don't see what the use there would be in having any spring." He's right—spring is the season for budding relationships, making amends with people, and starting anew. 

💭 As a black, queer femme in America, spring has always felt like a precursor to my official return from hibernation. The time needed to perfect my summer wardrobe and to find the lotion-oil-perfume combination that will last me all day and leave me enticing and moisturized for hours. As a writer, spring is the season in which I am most inspired by the world around me. I begin to write love letters to the Earth and to the mundane, which leads me to a very special project I've been planning. 

 

Black Girl Notes presents "Love Letters: All the Things We Wish to Say." From April 29th through May 31st, I will be hosting a series that seeks to promote healthy, effective communication with the underlying goal of healing ourselves and building interpersonal community. The first installment of the "Love Letters" series is "Love Letters: To Our Dearly Departed."

 

While spring is the season of renaissance, it is not absolved from death. In my short twenty-four years, I have experienced death more during springtime than any other season. Using my experience as a basis, I think as we begin to transition from spring to summer, we should help heal the traumas of losing those who may have transitioned from life far too soon.

 

💌 "Love Letters" will begin with an opportunity to share an anonymous letter with your dearly departed loved ones. A link to a form to write anything you wish to say to someone you may have lost will be posted here on this blog, as well as on my Substack under the Black Girl Notes tab and on my Instagram (@terizahh, @shop.nellmaria, and @theeriscompany). If you choose to write a letter to a loved one, you will be given the option of receiving a response from me. I am not a licensed therapist, and I simply want to help ease pain and build community. 

 

When I was young and grieving the loss of my adoptive mother and eventually my biological mother, I found solace in online communities. My responses will simply be an expression of understanding and sharing that I will always be there for those who may need a shoulder to cry on.

 

💭 The form for submitting a letter to a loved one will remain open until May 3rd. On May 3rd, I will be sharing a post about Death and the Black Community, which will be available to read in full on Substack. Each week, a new "Love Letters" topic will be shared with the opportunity to leave a letter to those who you wish to be able to speak to.

 

Finally, at the end of the series, we will have a celebration of love in all its forms, from families to friends to relationships to finding ourselves. There will be Substack exclusive interviews with some amazing people throughout this series whose stories will hopefully inspire and encourage you.

 

I look forward to writing and reading your love letters 💌💭.

 

- Nellmaria

[melancholy-marionette]

Hi! Hope you are doing well ♡

Any funfacts about Blue and Orange Blythe that you couldn't show in the game?

-💌

Hey hey! Thank you :3 I was doing pretty badly pre-Christmas and kinda went into shutdown for a while because everything got too much, but I'm just starting to emerge into the light again x3

Hmm, that's a tough one because there's a lot, but some of it would be too spoilery to say since it might still end up being shown in the game, haha. Or it's already in-game and vague/open to interpretation.

Also, I don't know if what I think might be fun would necessarily be someone else's idea of fun x3

I guess one of the biggest facts that hasn't been fully shown yet is just how much of a perv Blue Blythe is xD There are little bits here and there, but they're mostly accusations by Orange (which are largely completely true x3)

How far that gets taken in-game will depend on how comfortable Blue's lovely VAs are with the content. I don't think I want to make it full-on 18+ nsfw, but there's been a kind of bondage scene with Blue haunting my brain for a while now, haha. I haven't started writing it, but I always keep little notes on my phone when things come to me so that one's probably gonna make the game when Blue's route is eventually finished!

Aaaand, speaking of pervs, Orange is kind of a closet perv x3 Orange may never admit that and be forever insulted by the mere suggestion of it, but it doesn't change the fact, haha. Orange would just be much more subtle than Blue when it comes to that sort of thing.

On the smaller side though, I guess there's stuff like the fact that Orange is actually a lot more dangerous than Blue even though it may not seem like it x3 The pair of them may fight over MC, and sometimes, it might even seem like Blue wins, but really, Orange will always be the victor because Orange will always find a way to outsmart Blue.

Also, not really related to the characters I guess, but a bonus fact is that Blue Blythe could potentially have been voiced by Philip Kraaijenhof (who voiced the captor in my game The Hostage & also Rhime in Tunnel Vision) instead of Dominic! Philip's audition for Blue Blythe was fantastic, and I knew I wanted to work with him on something from the moment I heard it. Ultimately, I went with Dominic because his voice fit the character just a tiiiiny bit better and had a slight edge on complementing Phonobabble's to complete the characters as twins :3 I hope you're doing well and that 2024 turns out to be an awesome year for you ^-^

[oletusfragments]

💌; Eli Clark

((I Don't know if you write for him or not. I'm sorry 😭))

This letter may be unexpected to you, but i can't bring myself to say these things in person without me dying of embarrassment.

You're such a wonderful person, your presence is so calming and it always manages to bring a smile to my face. The few talks we had made me realize how much you mean to me.

I hope after reading this we can continue being friends. Maybe more?

If your answer is negative. Just throw this letter away and forget about it.

Sincerely, ♟️An0n

✦ — Your letter has been received!

As someone who is blessed with the power of clairvoyance, he definitely saw this letter coming. He waited for its arrival every day. As the sun set and rose, his excitement doubled and he became more giddy for it each passing day. Eli wonders, what would the letter entail? What should he reply to you? His instincts tell him that this piece of paper was special, something that would change his life for the better, he hopes.

And as the awaited letter arrived, he could barely contain himself as he gently snatched the envelope from the postman's hands. Even Victor would see how excited the seer was. Despite his eyes that are believed to be the window to the soul blindfolded, his smile alone and the excited trembling of his gloved fingers is enough to show how much he's looking forward to reading what you have to say. Even with the vision he received about your letter, it didn't show what the letter would contain. And he felt nervous. Just what does it say?

That question has been on his head for as long as he knew about your letter. Yeah, he's been looking forward to it. So what are you waiting for, Eli Clark? Open the letter!

And so he did. And what he saw was the most pleasant surprise he's had in a lifetime. Grinning wildly, he takes the pen on his table with the paper he may or may not have prepared in advance and starts writing a reply for you.

✦ — A letter has been delivered to you by a nightingale...

Dear ♟️ An0n,

I am quite embarrassed with the amount of compliments you've given me. I didn't think I'd have such an effect on you. But at the same time, I'm glad, overjoyed actually.

Yes, we can continue being dear friends to each other. And maybe more, if you'd like. Truthfully I would like that too. What do you want us to become?

Ah, don't ever think that I'll throw anything from you away. Whatever they'll be, I'll keep them close to my heart. My days with you are one of the first things I've wanted for myself for a long time. Your company is what I didn't know I needed. So please abandon all doubts that you have with our relationship. Maybe I should spend time with you more so that you'll feel more assured with our bond. You'd want that too, right?

Love,

Eli Clark

A/N: I do write for him! Idk if I'm doing it right tho lol 💀

[dentiststoothfairy]

Hello! I see you're on a break, but may I place a request for an Identity V matchup whenever you're up for it? I'm pretty new to the fandom and still getting to know the characters but I'm v curious! I have no preferences for gender or surv/hunter.

I'm an INTJ and enneagram 6w5, if those help.

I'm also an only child to parents who worked a lot to make end's meet, so I'm used to having a lot of space and time to myself. I dont do well with crowds or long social events, but I am very good at adopting myself to socialize with different kinds of people in smaller bursts. I get along with just about everyone I meet, but the social masking means I'm a bit slow to make genuine friendships. I'm VERY loyal to people I can share my quiet decompression time with. On the flip side, I'm impatient with people who intentionally ignore my boundaries because I'm used to the alternative of being alone.

Im an anxious person who doesn't handle heated confrontation well. Regular disagreements are fine, but raised voices set me on edge and I'd rather take time away from someone so we can both cool off before we have a conversation.

Acts of Service is my favorite LL to receive, even just little things like cleaning my glasses for me. (I'm independent, but not having to be makes me feel loved) Physical Touch is probably second, and also probably the one I'm best at giving.

I'm more of a homebody and my main hobbies are reading, writing, and just relaxing to music, but I also enjoy outdoor activities like camping and hiking when I have company. I have a weak spot for low-budget horror and science fiction films! I enjoy trying new foods too--i think I'm a pretty average home cook, but I'm not a picky eater and I do my best ☺️

I like animals, and I have a couple bunnies as pets! They're v well behaved and have free run of the house.

I work in a management role right now because the money is pretty good, but it's draining and my dream is to publish my first book and make that my career!

Thank you in advance! -🐇

I match make you with...

💌 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐙 🐶

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

If you need someone to give you gentle encouragment to grow out of your shell or quiet refuge from extended social events. He's your go-to guy.

He's more than happy to be your support.

Your adaptability matches well with his ability to match his attitude to his letters. You both would be able to blend well into the right crowd, but would need a safe haven to recover from such. Unlike common belief, Victor doesn't like people as much as you'd think.

I feel like your struggles to make genuine friends would sort of bring him comfort that he's never been able to tell if certain people would make poor or good friends.

You wouldn't have to worry about Victor pressing your boundaries since he has very similar boundaries to you. He'd understand that sometimes, being on your own is the best thing a person could be.

I hope you like dogs. Because Wick would be pretty excited to meet you haha. Wick is Victor's dog that has been through hell and back with him. So because of that, he's been pretty attached to Victor and that's the only person Victor feels comfortable around.

Honestly? Victor is one of the most chill survivors in the manor. I don't think you'd have to worry about arguments with him. If you ever did argue, I think he'd initially struggle to communicate about it first. It'd be a bit of a climb but if he trusts you enough, you two will be just fine. But, I wouldn't worry about that at all. He's literally just happy to be here.

If you're looking for Acts Of Service as your favorite love language? This boy literally delivers letters because he loves to. He would absolutely do little things like that for you. He would be more than delighted to do small things for you.

He's also such a sweetheart so he'd probably melt at your touch. He'd adore it very much.

Wick requires the pat tax

And with your cooking? I don't imagine he'd be too picky either. BUT he'd adore some Steak Diane if you wouldn't mind 🙏

And since you have bunnies? You'd be great with Wick! Since Wick is also very very well behaved. So much so, that Victor brings Wick into matches and he does exactly what he is told! So, not only would Victor love your buns, but Wick would probably love new friends to play with. (He will be gentle with them I promise)

He's also pretty independent since he acts as a postman. He literally ran into a fire to save Wick, so yeah. He wouldn't be leeching off your absolute girl bossing it. But just know. He will be the first person to read your book. He'll run around it and deliver little advertisements to help get your career off the ground (most likely as a secret) because he knows you're talented <333

[disaster-j]

Make me write!

I kept seeing people doing this and was intrigued so now bestie and i are doing it hehe

Rules: Send me an emoji (ask) corresponding to the WIP and I'll write 3 sentences for each emoji and share it. My wips are below:

🪄 Love potion (khaithird)

👑 Magic royalty au (buddietommy)

💌 Fake dating au (tevan)

🌈 The Lion, The Witch and This Fucking Closet of Despair aka Pick is Pete's cousin au (pickrome & petekao)

🔮 seeing with your eyes closed aka psychic!Buck au (buddietommy)

☣️ killing victor aka labrats au (not me/toddblackgram)

💴 ToddWai au (it's a not me x bad buddy au with an intentionally misleading name?)

☕ Coffee Shots aka mafia meets coffee shop au (khaithird)

📸 Trouble & Paradise aka modern royalty arranged marriage au (buddie)

😈 Devil You Know aka demon!White au (not me, multi ship)

👭 Heather All Along aka Khai helps Pear get the girl au (earnpear x khaithird)

🏒 Not dad!Eddie hockey au (buddie)

⚖️ Harold is Harvey's associate au (marvey... this is all dreamy's fault)

(This does not include some fics on hiatus like Karma and White Lies bc frankly I straight up forgot where I was going with them and would not have been able to write anything properly 😔✊)

(P.S.- BoBs DNI :3)