#Idv imagine

[uunromanticized]

luca balsa with a hard of hearing s/o

repost!

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ

- luca would most definitely understand! he has minor hearing issues himself, due to the amount of time he’s spent on his inventions (work is LOUD) and especially in prison, where he had to deal with screaming and shouting constantly

- he usually has a ringing in his ears and has more trouble hearing out of his left ear

- he will try to make things easier for you as best as he can! sometimes he’ll write things down for you whenever he’s able! one time, in leos memory he didn’t have paper on him so he wrote in the snow instead (yes, his hands were cold after)

- some of the others will likely get frustrated with you due to them either having to repeat things multiple times or write them down, in which case he will defend you and keep things from getting too out of hand (unless they’re being especially rude, in which case he will punch someone in the nose)

- to keep the others from having to repeat themselves, whenever he’s with you, he’ll repeat it back to you just in case

- sometimes it may get overwhelming and you may have to tell him that he’s doing a bit too much, in which case he would be a little hurt, but he would understand!

- he will listen, he’ll wait for you to ask him if you need it

- he won’t stop writing his words down for you though

- he’d try to make an invention to help you! similar to a hearing aid, he’d try to surprise you with it, but that’d backfire because he’d need you in order to make sure it actually works right

- aside from trying to make things easier for you, he wouldn’t treat you any differently!

[acosmicblizzard]

Romantic ghost manor au Aesop headcanons

For base info on this au go here!

Warnings: mentions of death/embalming (i mean it's aesop, what did you expect?)

Story type: Fluff, Au

Pairings/Characters: Aesop Carl - “Embalmer” x Gender neutral Reader, Emma Woods - “Gardener”

(pov: Emma being the wingwoman again, possible ooc)

Aesop was one of the ghosts that was extremely distant at first, you'd rarely see him and when you did it was only small glimpses as he would disappear rather quickly. The only times he'd ever stay was if he was having a conversation with the others as it would be rude to randomly disappear on them. Overtime though he began to get use to your presence in the manor and stopped disappearing as soon as you made eye contact with him.

Though he's use to doing makeup only on dead corpses he's embalming Aesop began taking interest in doing your makeup, even if makeup isn't really in your interests. Once he starts he gets extremely focused and it's really hard to get him out of that headspace, everything must be perfect down too the detail. Even if it's something simple like eyeliner or blush.

As you two bond he'll start randomly popping up in areas you constantly visit and try to be at places you are. if you work from home he'll sometimes peer over your shoulder and ask you about your profession while you're working but will stop if it distracts you too much. If you don't he'll ask if he can possess a object you keep in a purse or pocket to come with you and check out the place.

Similar to Emily, Aesop is touch averse at first. But unlike Emily he's actively one of the people who hates getting touched the most by people he doesn't trust. When you form a bond with him his touch averseness lessens slightly but he still isn't the biggest fan of being touched. Because of that you've become the master of communicating with him and finding out when he does and doesn't want to be touched.

Love is something Aesop never really knew, he's experienced obsession before with Victor, but that's far from love. But now that he feels like this and has come to accept it, he wants his confession to be perfect. Right down to every detail he makes a plan catering to your interests and likes. Due the whole being dead thing he couldn't do anything extremely fancy but he put a ton of effort into making this confession the best he can. He hates interacting with others but for this he asked Emma if he could help him grow some yellow roses, in which the gardener happily agreed and pressed him for more information about what he was gonna use them for. Aesop eventually told her the truth in which Emma became ecstatic and began to look for yellow rose seeds in her gardening shack immediately. It took about 2 weeks for the roses to grow which gave Aesop a ton of time to revise the plan if needed and prepare himself for actually getting the words out of his mouth, the last thing needed was for him to slip up on the confession. Those 2 weeks seemed to pass as quick as possible and soon Aesop was waiting in the garden for you to show up. He had left a note on your desk in your bedroom asking for you to come to the garden when you weren't busy. The sky a beautiful orange as the sun slowly set and the moon prepared to rise. Aesop sighed thinking he got stood up was about to go back into the manor but was shocked to see you hunched over trying to catch your breath after running to the garden. You apologized for being late as you wiped the sweat from your forehead and stood up straight, asking what he needed. Aesop slightly stiffened up as his brain caught up with everything, a part of him honestly still can't believe he's doing this... well, it's now or never.

The embalmer took a breath to relax himself then looked towards you and began speaking. "I've always had a hate for the living, and almost my entire life i've felt more comfortable around the dead. But with you y/n.. it's entirely different. You make me feel things that i don't really understand, you make me feel strangely happy, make me feel happy to be around people, and so many other things." He paused for a second and took out a yellow rose out from behind his back and grabbed your hands placing it into your hands and covering your hands with his own. "These feelings are strange but.. I don't want them to end. I took me awhile to realize I loved you but, now I understand. I wanna be with you for the rest of the time you have y/n, can I?" You ended up accepting his confession and now you have a ghost boyfriend, congrats!

As your relationship continued as lovers Aesop generally got comfortable sleeping with you and now everytime you wake up Aesop will be there staring back at you, it's a little secret he has but he actually really enjoys watching you sleep. He adores looking at your face and how at peace it seems while asleep, and how if you'd ever have to leave this world he wants to be the one to embalm you. But that won't be for awhile, and he has all the time in the world to spend with you now before you become a ghost like him.

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you. (Part 2)

hello hello! here is part 2 as promised. there are less characters than I hoped to write, but in exchange each blurb is a little longer than pt.1 !

part 1 can be found here

🦌🪼🤡🦎🪞🤕🕯️🎭

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🦌 Bane rubs his chin, tracing his memory. "Hm... Indeed, I'm familiar with that name. I'd suppose that's someone I knew when I worked for the DeRosses." He crosses his arms with a low, contemplative grunt, as if struggling to remember anything else. "I'd need a photograph." I happen to have a couple on hand, and he takes them gently. A long period of silence follows. After leafing through the photos for some time, he says: "I remember. They were always talking about marriage." With you? "Mm. I was never interested, but I never said no. Eventually I made them a ring from a scrap of iron. I hoped they'd stop visiting me if I satisfied them... It's too dangerous to come to the forest everyday." Then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a ring of his own. "In exchange, they gave one back." He's been cherishing it all this time, even when he'd forgotten its origin.

🪼 Ivy - "I'm no stranger to feeling like I'm missing my other half, you know. That sense of loss is one of the only constants I have left. (Y/N) fills my emptiness, and without them it increases twofold." I open my mouth to ask, Do you think you could be soulmates? but then my eyes dart to the Yithian and I realize my mistake. Sorry, was that insensitive? Ivy is not amused with my implication that she might be interested in claiming (Y/N)'s soul. "My dear interviewer, I am a scholar, not a monster. Whatever you're insinuating, you're gravely mistaken."

🤡 Joker's face suddenly hardens, in spite of the fragile, twiddling-thumbs demeanor he'd shown me thus far. His hands ball into shaking fists and his lips purse, as if he's psyching himself up for a fight. Are you okay? I ask, preemptively guarding myself with my clipboard. Tears brim his eyes and the strength falls from his shoulders. He mutters out, "All I wanted was to be their sword and shield, their angel of light, and they left me out of my mind. Hahaha... Wanna know the biggest joke of all? I'd let them drive me crazy all over again."

🦎 Luchino's mouth stretches into a lazy grin. "That one's a cutie, eh? Had the pleasure of meeting them yet?" I shake my head, reminding him that (Y/N) is the focus of my current investigation. I guess his laidback attitude fooled me into saying too much. He promptly straightens his back, the smile fading. "Yeah... Yeah, from one researcher to another, I get the intrigue," he says. "But I can't say I fancy another guy using my love as a test subject."

🪞 Mary - "Do you take pleasure in nosing around a lady's private affairs? I'd expect more tact, even for an interviewer." The chill in her tone startles me. I sputter out something in my defense, but Mary huffs and waves me into silence. "(Y/N) is enjoying the privilege of being my right-hand. They're my favorite one so far, too. I dismissed the others without a second thought."

🤕 Naib - "On good terms." Wringing out any insightful answers from this man is tougher than I thought. In hopes of inspiring more of a reaction, I tell a small lie: When I interviewed (Y/N), they described a rather colorful affection for you... Almost immediately, Naib breaks eye contact and crosses his arms. But I still only get a guttural "Hm." in response. Can you confirm if this is true? I press. His answer is, once again, a curt "Hm." (Slightly more affirmative, I would say).

🕯️ Philippe - "My work has always stood as a testament to my love," he caresses the wax figure grafted onto his shoulder, "but shielding someone in life is a far greater challenge than honoring my losses. My worries are endless." Suddenly reminded of his sister's tragedy, I offer a sympathetic smile. Do you believe (Y/N) is in danger? Philippe returns my smile, though I can't make out the intent. "Of course. Evil lurks around every corner. At the very least, it won't reach them while I'm around."

🎭 Sangria - A fond smile graces her face as she recounts her memory. "It was clear to me after some time that I had disastrously entranced them." Then she adds, lightly, "I hadn't meant to, of course. At the time, I thought, I'm not looking for love—no, I'd had enough of it all—but soon, their smile would appear in my mind every time I sang. When someone gives you that much inspiration? You'd be a fool to let them go." She has a playful tone of voice, but I can tell (Y/N) means a great deal to her.

[pddngchi-artblog]

late halloween sketch ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ just wanted to draw skully with soulcatcher and ghost candle. He’s revisiting old friends from October City!

[heartshapedbubble]

Ello can I request a Norton Fools good x fem reader where she came across the blown up mines and sees Norton (in his hunter form) she’s scared at first but starts to recognise him and slowly starts to approach him reaching her hand up to cub his cheeks ( bro this man needs all the love! )

HOO BOY i agree tho... his release made me regain my interest in norton🫡🫡

[not to be a scum but i'm still open for sanrio emma comms btw😭😭]

fool's gold: imagine...⛏️

cut for length!

paying the bills has become a hellish cycle. break your back to pay off the expenses, relax for the following twenty-ish days, and be sent into frenzy again, not knowing if you're going to have a roof over your head tomorrow or not.

you found yourself hopelessly skimming through newspaper, looking for any job offer possible that would easen up the burden on your wallet. The paper was plastered with offers from bars, post offices and restaurants, but those were a always gamble. will you get your wage or not? and if you will, when? too much effort for something so high-risk.

at last, a small offer in the corner of the page caught your attention. pressed in miniscule letters, it said: MINE RESEARCH. EMPLOYEES URGENTLY NEEDED. EQUIPMENT PROVIDED. underneath the text, an attractive number: $15,000 payed off immediately after the job is done.

not only could this solve the rent for the following 3 months, you'd also have some money left for yourself! you rang the number the second you got home and successfully scored the job, due to the urgency of the situation.

it took you a day or two to start thinking about the job. what do you exactly need to know for mine research? probably at least some physical strength and stamina, you thought. surely it can't be too complex.

you arrived at the mine right on time, the sun slowly slipping back into the horizon to let the moon take center stage. to your dismay, you realized no one else applied for the job. maybe this wasn't a good idea after all? crawling through the narrow, rocky terrain all alone doesn't sound like the ideal scenario. no living being in sight, and 20 minutes have already went by.

still, that money is way too good to pass up. you picked up one of the yellow helmets piled up at the entrance, prayed to whatever god out there that your flashlight has enough power to last the following 2 hours and mindlessly rushed into the collapsing mine.

for the following 10 minutes, your sight unfocused while your mind took the lead, in front of and all around you just rocks and grime, shadows dispelled by the flashlight held by your hip like a lance. only after a good 5 minutes of running did you realize that you, in fact, have no idea what you're supposed to do. what qualifies as mine research? mining, inspecting the ores, measuring the surface?

all sweaty and breathless, the tunnel led you to a large room inside of the mine, the roof extending towards what seemed like a pitch black abyss. carts messily thrown around, bumpy and unpolished geodes laying all over the place, when was the last time a living being stepped foot into this mine? it made sense that such a large sum of money was needed to attract volunteers.

you carefully moved through the rubble, trying to avoid stepping onto pickaxes and shrapnel splayed all over the ground. since you forgot about the gloves your bare hand now held onto the unpromising terrain, the other firmly squeezing the only source of light in this limbo.

the surface grazing your hand now seems like it became... smoother? no longer does it cut and pierce your palms. it's bumpy, but at least you're not risking an infection anymore.

moving inch by inch in fear of falling, the stone below changes its form. you don't even pay attention to the fact that you're now grabbing onto cloth and that, below your palm, a steady pulse is faintly beating.

it's already too late when you realize that you're not alone, and the stone below you starts to take shape and morph until it extends towards the ceiling, now towering over you, slouched like a ragdoll.

complementing the cold shades of grey, a face emerges from the shadows. pale, with defined cheekbones, although malnourished. only his bust passes as human, as below his collarbones there's nothing but a mosaic of pebbles and boulders forming his torso, arms and legs. it - or he, perhaps - is breathing with struggle, coughs interrupting his wheezes here and there.

you feel a sense of dread overcoming you. you freeze on the spot, but he doesn't budge, either. lifeless except for the fact he's breathing and his heart ticks like a machine.

you draw back a step, and he lunges forward, seemingly still not used to this monstrous body of his. he could harm me with ease if he wanted to, a thought suddenly manifests in your mind, and with newfound bravery you inspect the cryptid like a sculpture. your hand grazes over his bumpy and unfinished hands, tugs at the remains of his clothes around his chest. he groans, in annoyance, you assume, but doesn't resist. you climb up a cart to reach his face, your fingers pinch his stubborn hairstrands, inspect the cavity in which his other eye once laid. in a moment of either stupidity or courage you roughly pinch his cheeks - they're cold to the touch, but it's funny how naturally does his intimidating face mush like a little boy's. kind of cute. after a minute of cooing to yourself two of his rocky fingers gently pinch your wrists and put them back to your sides, but his one foggy eye doesn't divert its gaze from yours.

perhaps the flashlight can last an hour more.. you've just began getting to know him, and the mystery of the mine and his origin still lay cold for you to discover.

[ithaquasbbg]

Hii could I request ithawua with a sick s/o?

Hell yeah 😈 as my username suggests, I love some Ithaqua

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Ithaqua | Night Watch with a sick s/o

Pairing : Ithaqua x reader

Tw : none

Notes : meow

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|❄️| Ithaqua can be quite a mixed bag when it comes to sickness, primarily depending on how badly you’re sick and how he’s doing mentally at the time. Sometimes he can be quite calm about it, while others he can stress himself out about your health to the point of becoming sick himself.

|❄️| He’s really good at taking care of you while you’re sick, mimicking some things his mother did for him when he was young and doing them for you.

|❄️| Ithaqua will make sure you rest. He will keep you from going to your matches and even take the penalties for it if it means you’re able to recover. Hell, if he could keep you from leaving your bed until you were better, he probably would!

|❄️| His heightened amount of concern for you stems from a fear of losing another person close to him. After his mother, he is practically unable to stand the thought of losing you as well. Because of this, you’ll notice things like his hands shaking every so often and the way he doesn’t sleep in order to make sure you’re doing alright throughout the night, even if he’s relatively “calm” about you being sick. A lot of it is subconscious though, and he won’t even realize he had been that concerned about your condition until he releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding after you recover.

|❄️| He’s not necessarily the best cook in the world (Ithaqua can make edible food, but it doesn’t really taste delicious), but he will try his hardest to make some of his mothers soups for you and bring them to you so you don’t need to get out of bed.

|❄️| He is quite stubborn about asking for help, but if he does incredibly badly, he’ll swallow his pride (or lack thereof) and enlist another person in the manor to help him make the soup the next time.

|❄️| He wouldn’t want to ask for anyone’s help primarily because of his lack of trust in the others at the manor. If it was truly needed, he would ask for help, but much like how he is when it comes to cooking, he’d be incredibly reluctant to do so.

|❄️| After you recover, he’ll watch over you for a while to make sure you’re feeling alright (he watches over you constantly anyways, but now he at least has an excuse).

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You look up at Ithaqua as he holds one of his hands to your forehead, noticing a little tremor in it as he pulls away. “You’re still running a fever, (name).” He frowns and gently nudges you to lay back down, much to your displeasure. “I have matches today, Ithaqua, I can’t lay in my bed all day.”

“(Name). I’m not letting you get out of bed while you’re sick.” Ithaqua looks concerned as he looks down at you, it had been three days since you had gotten sick and you had noticed his exhaustion growing due to the fact he hadn’t slept more than an hour since then. “I’ll lay down.” You start, “but only if you promise to rest as well, you need sleep too.”

He frowns, trying to hold back a scoff at the idea of allowing himself to rest while you were sick, but eventually gets under the covers next to you, resting his head on your chest as a way to listen to your heartbeat. Not long after, you hear light snoring coming from the blonde “Ithaqua?” You nudge him, realizing he had passed out while listening to your heartbeat.

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It’s been SO long since I wrote on here but hi!!!!!!! I chose this prompt because it felt like a good way to get myself back up and running

Also, thank you so much for the support on some of my posts!!

This is INSANE 😭😭 j never thought people would like my writing so much, thank you!!!!

[rinavatrix]

TWST x IDV

watch them get chaired in the basement next to each other (romantically)

[rat-kinqq]

Shitpost but I really like this meme and wanted to make my own version

Reference

[acosmicblizzard]

Don't worry, I'm here. (Mr. Inference x Gender neutral reader

Warnings: Descriptions and mentions of injury, Kidnapping, knives, bombs, and fire. + reader ends up in the hospital

Story type: Angst with a fluffy ending

Pairings: Mr. Inference (Naib Subedar) x Gender neutral reader, White (Eli Clark), Lady truth (Emma Woods)

(Hehehe angst writing time folks, i've been obsessed with truth and inference recently.)

You coughed as ash filled your lungs and your eyes blurred with tears. So this was it huh? This is the end? You weakly struggled against the ropes restraining you against the chair you were stuck on. Trying to expend the last of your energy to get out. This wasn't what you wanted, how did this even happen..? All you remember was going out to get groceries and snacks for the detective agency and then you suddenly ended up in a abandoned building tied up to a chair. The back of your head burning as if you had been hit over it. There was a tall figure in the shadows of the building, setting up some sort of mechanism. Mumbling something about how this will please someone named D.M. and be quite the shock to your lover Inference. After setting up the mechanism the figure walked towards you. You couldn't make out their features other then they had brown hair and wore a mask. Most likely to conceal their identity so they wouldn't get caught if you survived this. "Alright I'll make this quick, answer my questions about the Orpheus detective agency and I'll let you go. If you don't, I'll have to waste time hurting you." The figure spoke out pulling out what seems to be a knife. Though you would normally prioritize your safety first, this is the organization Naib is working for. They've been in cahoots with a person called D.M. and this person could very easily be working with him. Plus any confidential information you would leak could put millions of lives in danger, so you held your tongue on saying anything. The figure scoffed adjusting the grip on their knife. "Fine, I guess we have to do this the hard way." They said as they walked closer to you.

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Inference took his pipe out of his mouth and exhaled. He was finally done with today's workload. Though he'd usually have to work later, white and lady truth had finished their work and offered to help him out. Inference stood up from the couch in their lobby, needing to move around after sitting down for hours. He soon heard the sound of wings flapping and the hoots of a owl, it wasn't nighttime so it was odd for brooke rose to be awake. But inference guessed white was just playing with her. Until he heard two concerned voices behind a door, both whites and lady truths. Naib walked over too the door and put his ear against it to listen into the conversation. "It's like... She's trying to show us something. Or make us go somewhere." He heard white say in a worried tone. "I have a really bad feeling about this truth, we need to follow her." Truth nodded and said "agreed, let me go get inference first though." As she walked towards the door Naib opened the door, "No need, I was listening in. Let's go." Truth stumbled back a bit in surprise but a smile quickly came onto her face at the sight of one of her longtime crime solving partners ready to do whatever he has too. "Alright then, let's get going and see what Whites owl has to show us." Brooke flew off of Eli's shoulder and started hooting as she flew out of the window. The 3 detectives quickly running out of the building and keeping track of her in the sky to find where she wanted to go.

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Your body shook as you coughed out blood, red all over your clothes. Whoever this was didn't hold back at all, there were knife wounds everywhere except in fatal locations such as the heart or neck. "All of this could've been avoided if you just gave up the information. Are you hoping that someone will come to save you? Pfft, pathetic. No one's coming." The figure said as they put the knife away and stepped away from you, turning to the mechanism they had set up earlier. Soon a buzzing sound filled the room along with a strange beeping, the figure quickly ran out of the room leaving behind nothing. You strained your neck to try and see more of the mechanism but then realization dawned on you. It was a bomb. Not a second later all your senses were overwhelmed by a loud bang and bright flash of light. Your ears rang as you tried to force your eyes open, your nose catching onto the scent of burning wood. Your eyes opened to a sea of fire slowly making its way too you and spreading elsewhere in this abandoned house. You panicked as you tried to desperately get out of the chair you were bounded too, the ropes tight against your wrists, torso, neck, and legs. No matter how much you struggled though it was hopeless. You got weaker and weaker as your lungs filled with ash.... This was it. You closed your eyes as they filled with tears. Emma.. Eli... Naib.. they're never gonna see you again. All the people you care for.. you muttered a weak "I'm sorry" as you slumped on the chair. You'd rather die to bleeding out then to burning to death. As your conciseness faded you could hear.. something. Footsteps? You barely heard it but you could tell they were getting closer. Was it the person who kidnapped you? Why are they still here? You sighed as you opened your eyes again, barely able to keep them open to stare at the door that was set ablaze. One loud thud later and the door crumbled Infront of you a few seconds later revealing a figure behind it. They seemed.. familiar. "Oh my God- Y/n!" They shouted as they ran towards you. As the figure got closer to you, you slowly recognized who it was. The man in the familiar detective uniform started quickly un-doing the ropes keeping you bound to the chair. "Naib...?" You weakly said. "Yes, it's me. Don't worry, I'm here." His gruff voice responded, trying to breathe through the ashy air as he continued working on untying your ropes. You soon felt the pressure on your body disappear as you slumped foward, Inference quickly catching you in his arms. "Shit, stay with me y/n. I'll get you out of here. I promise." Inference said as he stood up, carrying you and starting to run out of the burning building.

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You grunted as you felt a ping of pain in your head and slowly opened your eyes too a hospital room. Both a Iv and a bloodbag stuck into your arm through needles. Though all your injuries has been bandaged up your body still ached. You soon heard a knock at the hospital door and one of the nurses walked in, saying someone had come to visit you. She stepped out of the doorway and Inference stepped into the room, staring at you with worry in his eyes. This is one of the first times you've seen your usually cold partner this worried. "Hey.. you okay?" You heard him ask as he sat beside your bed slowly reaching out to hold your hand. You let out a small mhm and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Your hands are warm.. you know?" You said as you attempted to sit up, your body suddenly was wracked in pain. Inference quickly but gently laid you back down on the bed saying "don't sit up, you're still recovering. It'll be awhile till you're up and moving again." Time passed as Inference explained everything to you, they weren't able to catch whoever kidnapped you and started the fire but Brooke rose had been flying over the road when you had gotten kidnapped. She trailed the kidnapped and once she got your location flew back to Eli to try and get his and lady truths attention. Though they couldn't catch the culprit they were able to salvage some evidence from the crime scene such as burnt clothes that had some traces of DNA still on them and could use that to start investigations. "That's good.. I'm glad." You smiled as Inference pecked your lips and continued holding your hand. "I'm just glad you're safe... I was so worried when you passed out. Worried that I didn't make it in time... Worried that you would die before we made it too the hospital... But.. you're okay now." You smiled at inference, "Thank you Naib. You saved me, I love you so much." Despite his previous warnings and the pain sitting up caused you, you sat up and started kissing inference all over his face. His face flushed as he pushed you back down, earning a giggle from you. No matter what fate one of you would face, you two would defy it together till the very end.

[rosemaze-reveries]

― enclosed with love

spending valentine's day with you eli, mary, michiko, naib, norton, percy, philippe

i adored this year's vday café designs so i wrote some hcs for them ^^

⚠️ modern AU

♡ Mary

With a delicate and highly sophisticated palate, Mary is always searching for something new to satisfy her. For Valentine's Day, she books a private tour at a high-end champagne house.

Her driver is scheduled to pick you up in the early afternoon. She arranged your date so “late” to give herself ample time to settle on an outfit. Her room is littered with hat boxes and empty hangers and piles of ‘maybes’. Everything must be perfect for you. But, every second without you feeds into her restlessness, and she ends up calling you to fill the time. Hours go by on the phone & she still refuses to hang up until she pulls outside your residence.

When she first greets you from the backseat of her car, her hands are on you immediately. She smoothes out the collar of your jacket and peppers a couple of warm kisses all across your face, somehow never quite landing on your lips. She quickly dabs away all the lipstick stamps she left with her handkerchief and apologizes for being so forward,,, only to end up doing it again.

Mary takes high pride in her outfits and never compromises on looking classy. But somewhere in the back of your head, you think: All white? To a wine tasting? What if she gets red stains on her dress? From anyone else, this comment would insult her ― she doesn't take kindly to the insinuation that she's a klutz. Coming from you, she laughs it off saying she's always looked better in red anyway.

She waits until arriving for your tour to present her gifts. Mary gives VERY generously. There's an entire table prepared for you. Mountains of roses, desserts, tickets to that trip you've always wanted to take, luxury spa packages -- she has everything.

♡ Norton

This Valentine's Day is the first Norton will be spending with someone. He'll act like he's not that invested in it, that he's just indulging you.

He keeps up a haughty smirk when you first meet for your date. You had a love letter delivered to him that morning, and he's 100% taking the opportunity to tease you about it. You wrote some pretty embarrassing things about him. How's the real deal living up to your expectations? Dying to bring some of those thoughts to life already? Unfortunately, you insisted on having a traditional date for Valentine's, so you'll have to keep yourself in check until tonight. ← He knows he makes you crazy & he loves having that effect on you.

He gives you chocolates as a gift. They're clearly homemade, shaped like rocks of various sizes with a little gold-dusted heart hidden among them. But just in case you wouldn't be able to recognize them as rocks, he also provided a little toothpick "pickaxe."

Presenting something homemade is a little embarrassing, even if he hides it with that big grin of his. He gives your present a little too fast before switching back to teasing you again.

♡ Philippe

As a perfectionist, Philippe starts planning for Valentine's Day very early. He experiments with all sorts of gift ideas. You're not sure what's going through his head, but he has a highly specific vision and won't rest until he achieves it. He seems to find it important that he gives you something handmade.

Matching photo lockets? A decoden case (if you're into fun phone cases)? Not meaningful enough. A flower vase modeled after his own hand, to sit on your desk? Too tacky. A wax figure? Maybe, but that's too predictable on its own. Maybe he should learn guitar to serenade you.

His final choice is ambitious, but Philippe always is. He builds a little table out of resin, and preserved inside it are your favorite flowers, with detailed wax figurines of you and him dancing among them. It sits in a corner of his favorite room, where he often does dance with you ♡

On the day itself, Philippe would prefer to stay home. It's one of the rare times he gets to have you to himself free of work constraints.

He's the type that always needs to be doing something with his hands. He'd enjoy making chocolate sculptures together -- it's a cute idea, he thinks, to watch you make something so passionately. Whatever your skill level, he loves anything you make.

In the evening, he'll take over all the cooking. A quiet night with steak and good wine (or your preferred drink) is a little cliche, but you both deserve it. Plus, he loves nothing more than casually chatting with you while he works in the kitchen.

♡ Naib

Naib isn't really into the idea of Valentine's Day. He might not even realize it's coming up unless you tell him about it. You'd have to be explicit that you're looking forward to spending the day with him, and even then, he's totally unprepared.

Gifts have never been his forte. Neither have grand romantic gestures. But he's good at working his pragmatic side into the little things: so rather than push himself to be this lovey-dovey, chocolates-and-roses type of lover for the day, he focuses on being 'present' for you.

He brings you breakfast in bed. He's a mean cook, and knows all your favorites. Everything he makes tastes like home, warm and full of love.

Most couples give each other flowers, he knows that, so he goes shopping for one. You're surprised when he presents you with a bouquet of lemons. In his mind, they're cool and refreshing like you, everyone could find a use for some lemons, and personally he finds the colors to be appealing. It doesn't occur to him that lemon bouquets might be an unusual thing to give.

He relies on you to direct the date. Whatever you say, he'll agree. In public, he never leans in for kisses but wouldn't oppose yours. You can try to stand closer to him & he'll slink an arm around your waist briefly, as if to reassure you that he'll always have a secure hold on you, but he'll pull away again before long.

♡ Percy

In spite of all of his eccentricities, Percy is surprisingly traditional when it comes to romance. He invites you to a nice dinner date & arrives much earlier than you, waiting with a bouquet and chocolates. When he first sees you, he wraps a secure arm around your shoulders to tenderly kiss your forehead.

Getting to see this side of him is the payoff of building such a deep relationship with him. Percy is a difficult person to get through. He's obsessive to a fault and cloisters himself away in his studio for days at a time ― no one else would have been able to breach his heart like you have. He will take proper measures to express your importance to him.

His first real kiss leaves tiny particles of something on your lips, but they're sweet in taste. He laughs at the startled look on your face and reassures you it was just a sugar cube. At first he says he was just fishing for a reaction, but later confesses: he was afraid the lips of an undead man might have an odd taste, so he crunched a sugar cube to sweeten it.

♡ Eli

Eli spends the morning delivering roses to other couples on his bicycle. People tend to get especially flattered when their flowers arrive via owl, so his services are very popular this time of year.

He enjoys the little bouts of happiness he can bring to others, but of course you are the one he wants to spend this day with most. With every bouquet he delivers, his mind wanders to you, imagining your reaction when he finally gets to deliver his gift.

He asks you to meet him at an ice cream parlor when his shift is done, around noon. Before you even see him, Brooke Rose flies over to tuck a thornless rose behind your ear, and you turn to find Eli already waiting at a table.

He gives you a small homemade cake and a letter he won't let you read until he's gone. He's a pretty sappy guy even in person, so you aren't sure how his letter will be much different. But having something to be excited about, even after you have to say goodbye, makes it worth it.

His bike rides have left very familiar with all the best spots around town. After splitting ice cream, he takes you for a ride to all the little places he thinks you'll love. A flower meadow, a bridge with a superstition attached: if you whisper the name of your love while crossing it, you'll be bound for life. Part of you suspects he made that up, but the way he says your name over and over makes your heart skip a beat.

Once the sun goes down, he brings you to a forest. Somehow he manages to time it just right. He gestures for you to stay very quiet, gently takes your hands, and suddenly you're encircled by hundreds of fireflies.

♡ Michiko

Since losing her ex-husband, Valentine's Day has become a bitter thing for Michiko, especially since it's so close to their anniversary. She has treated it as a day of mourning for some years. Of course, she keeps up a smile for you ― it's not in her character to impose her struggles on others.

The morning goes by slowly and comfortably. You wake up to a gentle massage and the smell of fresh baked pastries. She writes you a sweet letter in her neat script, and she adorns her letter with pressed flowers & a mini bouquet of your favorite candy.

She makes sure to get you a proper gift, too. She follows a rule of getting 1 indulgent and 1 practical thing: a box of luxury chocolates alongside a fine new coat.

Her ideal date would be something intimate and relaxing. Maybe the theatre, in a box reserved for two, or a shaded flower garden where you can enjoy a cup of tea.

[spextr1m]

Richard Sterling/"Knight" headcanons

Theres a chance he'll get mischaracterized.

-Since he's a fraud, he usually change his handwriting (both, left or right)

-Would've push someone (Yk the trailer where he pushed his "sister"), I feel like he'll do other methods to silence other people who realized Richard is a fraud (e.g: Poisoning others) (Yes this is Dio Brando reference)

-Richard hates being caught.

-Richard would've take Luca Balsa's severe memory problems an advantage (Luca's brain is fucked up).

-Vera is remorseful while Richard isn't.

-If you confront him why would've he made his sister got pushed down, only he'll say "Not my problem, thats just your problem, problem, problem thats just your problem"

-Richard gives me Oswald vibes from Murder in Alps (murdering his cousin to inherit) if you didn't play Murder in Alps so basically spoilers!!

Oswald killed his cousin Aldo was because of inheritance (Oswlad's mom MARRIED a man something his dad didn't want)

-He smirks when his plan works but grits his teeth when others finding out.

[heartshapedbubble]

Hello there, can i request an Norton Campbell x fem reader scenario: Where she comforts him after he wakes up from a nightmare?

delivered (after too long, my apologies) 🫡 i also adore how norton became the poster boy of idv as of fg's release

norton campbell; comforting him after a nightmare🧲

cut for length! 🫧

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it's three in the morning.

and you're still by your desk.

procrastination inevitably turned back on you after a long afternoon of dozing off, and so your eyes were glued onto the remaining paperwork which was due tomorrow. ten minutes have passed, then twenty, then thirty, then an hour, but the papers still laid blank in front of you. just lifting up the ink pen took serious effort and whatever you wanted to write seemed not good enough and sloppy. the workspace was flashing through your half-lidded eyes and you were beginning to question the possibility of submitting your work in time.

right now, you'd give anything to be in your boyfriend's shoes. he came back from a match sometime during the evening, took a warm everything shower and went to bed by the following hour. he hogged up all the pillows and both the duvets, only a few unruly strands of his hair peeking between the covers. not only was he taking up the whole bed, he was also turning around constantly, interrupting the few moments of concentration you found during these ungodly hours. you inhaled sharply and, just for a second, contemplated throwing your toiletry bag at him.

just as you turned around, you heard him start to groan. you hissed under your breath, both annoyed and worried. it's not uncommon for him to roll around while asleep - you sometimes woke up with small, random bruises from his elbowing - but he wasn't the type to sleepwalk or talk. wearily, you approached him, in hopes of calming him down so you can get back to work.

it wasn't too hot inside the room, but he was sweating profusely and breathing heavily, as if he was trying to breathe in as much air as possible at once. you reached for his back under the covers - his shirt was soaked. you opened the window and pulled back the duvet to help him cool down, but to no avail. he scrunched his nose, furrowed his eyebrows and yanked it back while half-asleep. you sighed again. this is going to take more than it should, you thought.

seeing him like that - restless and out of breath - did make you feel bad about him, though. perhaps comforting him would help him calm down. you ran your fingers through his hair, pulled back the few wet strands sticking to his face, but it was a proper workout. you couldn't keep up with the way his body jerked and how quickly he flipped over again and again. you were starting to get paranoid - these turns started to look more like spasms. already panicking, you grabbed his arm and started to shake him.

it didn't take long for him to wake up. he quickly sat up, as if he was struck by lightning, and took a few moments to start breathing normally again. his eyes were foggy and unfocused, and only a bit later did he turn towards you, not looking at you directly.

"nort, are you okay?" you asked him, relieved but still worried for him. he was in such a stupified state that you didn't actually expect him to answer, you just threw your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you.

"mmfh. i'm okay. just a night terror or something like that." he replied quietly and threw himself back onto the bed. he was lying flat on his back, arms spread like an eagle, staring right at the ceiling. you laid next to him, wiping the remaining sweat with a paper tissue. "are you sure? want me to bring you a glass of water?" you asked him, still a bit surprised by how quickly he got over whatever was disturbing him a minute ago. "i'm good, thank you." he said and turned on his side, now face to face with you. "it was the mine again. y'know already, i told you a few times about it. me and some other guys from the area, explosives, pickaxes, piles of rocks and stuff like that", he spoke, drawing circles with his finger on your stomach, "i could almost feel the stench of the TNT. how disgusting that was! each time i dream of it, it becomes more vivid. i almost thought it was for real tonight."

"you have these kinds of nightmares quite often, nort. i'm actually suprised you get any sleep." you mumbled, concerned.

"they do shake me up. back then, when the memory was still fresh, i'd cry every time. they were persistent, and it seemed like what i saw there would haunt me every night without mistake. but... i'd say they subdued once i moved in with you, ___." he scrunched his lips into a half-grin, boyish and a little insecure. you knew he was quite awkward with stuff like this, being a little vulnerable and showing spine in ways other than being rough and untouchable. you smiled at him instead of responding and pulled him up onto yourself, gently stroking his back. you knew he didn't like drawing out conversations like these - he dumps whatever has been bothering him for a while and that's it. pushing him to open up a bit more will just result in the opposite.

"you should go back to sleep again. i think you've had enough stress for tonight."

"don't you have work to do?"

"it can wait. i'll cram whatever's left in the morning. it's healthier than pulling an all-nighter."

he squirmed in your arms, placing a chaste kiss on your neck.

"thank you, ___." he whispered after a few moments. your beloved's head buried in your chest, his entire weight pressing on your upper body. you embraced the ever-present warmth of his and quickly fell asleep against him. the window remained open, and the cold breeze blew at you two. with intertwined limbs and hearts now at peace, you fell to slumber - a much needed repose for both.

it was a tiring night.

[ithaquasbbg]

Tysm for feeding us with ithaqua content omg🙏🙏 how about kissing with ithaqua hcs..like that's it...how would it feel to give him a smooch...

You’re welcome :33

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Ithaqua | Night Watch kissing headcanons

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Tw: none

Extra: he needs some chapstick. It will not feel good /j

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|🩷| First of all, Ithaqua hasn’t kissed anyone before if it’s not platonic (like forehead kisses whilst he’s taking care of his mother.) he probably wouldn’t be the best kisser in the world the first few times. Once he figures it out, I’m sure he’d be a rather quick learner.

|🩷| Ithaqua, though reserved, wants the other manor residents to know that you’re his. Expect to be kissed in public. Not anything serious (making out in public is… gross). But he will definitely lean in and steal a quick kiss or two whenever he notices anyone’s eyes lingering on you a little too long.

|🩷| He does pull up his mask a tiny bit to do this, allowing the bottom part of his face to be visible. Though he does turn away from others while he kisses you to keep some level of secrecy about his face. Everybody knows he’s kissing you though, rest assured.

|🩷| I’d imagine his lips may be a little chapped from the cold, on top of the fact that there likely wasn’t much in the way of chapstick in his time period. If you introduced it to him, he’d attempt to use it if it makes kissing better. (It does.)

|🩷| He can be incredibly mischievous at times, and this comes out in full force when he’s kissing. One moment you’ll be kissing him normally, the next you feel him nibble on your bottom lip and snickering to himself. He has no ulterior motives, Ithaqua simply wants to see your reaction.

|🩷| All of this is not to say that he cannot be a sincere kisser as well, it’s just more likely to happen in private. You may catch him staring a little too long and the next thing you know he pulls you in for a gentle kiss or two.

|🩷| He’s totally the type to smile while he’s kissing another person. Sometimes it’s a more cocky smirk, such as when he’s aware that he’s gotten a reaction out of you. But sometimes it’s a genuine smile, he does truly love you a lot and does have a tendency to seek out affection from you. Because of this, he’s probably very easy to make happy with kisses.

|🩷| His protectiveness causes him to act much more bold than he is while you’re in public together. In private he’s much more reserved with his kissing and affection, since he doesn’t feel like he needs to prove something. In a way, it’s a glimpse of who he was before his life had gone downhill, the person who he hides under that mask of his.

|🩷| He does quite like receiving kisses from you. Ithaqua enjoys little pecks on the lips or cheeks from time to time like any lover. But little kisses on the tip of the nose, beside the eye or on his temples are ones that do make him melt into you.

|🩷| Ithaqua is a handsy young man. While he’s kissing you, expect to find his hands playing with your hair, rubbing your back, ect. He is quite affectionate and it definitely comes out towards you :33

[strawberry-writings]

୨⎯ Ithaqua with a reader who has a crush on him ⎯୧

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚You finally confessed in the snowy place of Leo's memory.˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

— ♡ When you first saw him you were fascinated with him. He seemed so amazing, his laugh, his abilites, and yeah...Whenever you see him you can't take your eyes off of him. There's just something special about him that pulls you in. You never told anyone about your crush on him, but once you did your close friend asked you this specific question.

"Have you seen his face though?"

Of course they wouldn't mean any offense by it. But they're actually right. You haven't seen his face, but you could care less. Appearance doesn't matter! Your eyes naturally gravitated towards him, and you always hoped that nobody would notice.

You often read books in the library since nobody is allowed to go outside the manor. Ithaqua often came in the library as well. You couldn't help but to always secretly look at him for so long.

You were quite obvious as well. Whenever you wouldn't see Ithaqua in the library, suddenly you only thought about where he could be. One time you were looking for the Night Watch because you couldn't find him anywhere and you made the great mistake of asking someone. The conversation went like this.

"Ah, excuse me? Have you seen the Night watch? I can't seem to find him anywhere."

You asked quietly to the Perfumer. She's known for having a loud mouth. She gasped and yelled out loudly.

"Do you have a crush on him!?"

The other survivors nearby looked at you two in confusion and or curiosity.

"I normally see him in the library! So wouldn't it be normal for me to wonder where he went?"

You desperately tried to reason with Vera. She just didn't buy it. Unfortunately for you, she always caught you looking at him everytime he was nearby and your body language changed as well.

Poor (name) was so obvious and couldn't hide their feelings for him. Not a while later a rumor went around saying that you had a crush on him and it was true. But that never stopped you from admiring Ithaqua. Due to your luck, you had to go against him in a match. Oh no, he probably already knew about the rumors. But strangely he decided to be friendly for this match because he wanted to speak to you.

He luckily found you first and looked at you. You couldn't tell if it was in curiosity, disgust, or maybe in adoration due to his mask. He reached his hand to take his mask off and behind it was a playful smile.

"So you're the one i heard that liked me a lot?"

He said in a mischievous tone but you could only admire his facial features. His eyes were beautiful, his cheeks had a slight tint of blush on it, his smile is adorable, and you could see his pretty hair as well.

"Ahaha! Rumors spread quickly don't they? I have no choice but to say yes. I actually do like you a lot..."

(name) replied with a stutter. Why were they so dumb? Ithaqua is gonna think they're weird and what if he hates them?

"I think you're cool! Your abilites are fascinating, and more..."

"What "more"?"

Ithaqua asked in a teasing tone. Just like he wanted to hear how much you liked him.

You quickly mumbled.

"Your voice, and that handsome face of yours."

He chuckled a bit at your response. So shy just for him, he hasn't had anyone admire him so much like this. Ithaqua thought of you as cute.

Ithaqua found you something new. He knew that your thoughts of him were different from the others, many thought neutrally of him but no one has thought this positively about him expect for his mother. He wants to get to know you more.

It feels like something big has happened with Ithaqua, he has never felt so curious about someone before.

"Do you want to grab a cup of tea with me sometime and have a chat? But of course, we could chat right now."

Ithaqua asked to the (hair colored) young person. (name) shyly replied back after realizing what they got themselves into.

"Ah, sure!"

While (name) and Ithaqua were having a good chat together, the other survivors were wondering what was happening. Why wasn't the hunter chasing them? And why couldn't anyone find (name) decoding. The two kept on endlessly talking throughout the match that they even forgot they were in one. Until the other survivors discovered them throwing snowballs at each other.

The other survivors kept quiet though. And whispered to each other instead to not attract any attention to them.

"Oh my, they seem like they would make a lovely couple. Their chemistry is so good."

The Entomologist said to the other survivors standing beside her. But the other survivor had to say something else that wasn't as positive.

"Aren't these types of relationships forbidden by the Baron? I find it unacceptable that a survivor and hunter would date."

The magician spat with venom. He couldn't believe that a survivor and a hunter could get into a relationship. He found the idea extremely weird.

But their thoughts don't matter. After all right now it was just you and Ithaqua. You can't feel any nervousness around him anymore, it's just like you two are meant to be.

That's their love story.

[adiluv-moved]

Trick or treat @ Norton 👀?

"Oh. It's just you."

Though, for all that it's worth, Norton isn't entirely sure what he'd been expecting upon hearing such an eager knocking at his door—what with the varying idiosyncrasies of the manor's ever growing population—but the sight of you donning a halloween costume certainly wasn't anything he could've prepared himself for.

There's a small smile on your face, a glimmer of pride that he can make out in the dimmed lighting as he scans your attire, waiting for an answer to the infamous question.

And, despite the fact that he's never been one to celebrate the holiday, he's worked long enough around those who do to understand the traditions, pieces of candy once passed around by the other miners—delicious sweets giving momentary motivation, even as the hot sun beat down on them.

"Let me see what I've got." He hums, leaving the door wide open as he retreats to his desk and allowing you to watch him shuffle through its drawers, accidentally bumping his hat on the underside of the mahogany once he retrieves what he's looking for. You let out a small laugh once he confirms he's alright.

He's never been the biggest fan of anything overly sugary, a tidbit of information that's only reinforced by the pieces of chocolate he drops into your outstretched hands. Dark, with an insanely high percentage of cacao, original shape distorted, a bitterness lingering within your mouth when you decide to give one a try.

Well... at least it's something?

[acosmicblizzard]

Training (Qi Shiyi x Reader one shot)

Made this specifically for a certain someone, enjoy! Also Qi i love you-

Warnings: None

Story type: Fluff

Pairings/Characters: Qi Shiyi x Gender neutral Reader

(short low quality oneshot today folks, writings block.)

You and your girlfriend Qi often got placed in matches together, it was very rarely that the baron of the manor split you apart. No matter your role on the team both of your abilities fit pretty well together and it usually ended in a tie or a 3 man win. You always admired Qi's abilities and how effortlessly she seemed to flip through windows and use her flute and always wanted to see how she learned it. So it was lucky that you happened upon seeing your beautiful girlfriend training with it today. There were multiple training dummies around her moving around randomly on a path, most likely made by someone with information on mechanics. Not only one second later qi started flipping around everywhere and whacking the dummies down with her flute. It was extremely hard to keep your eyes on her with how quick she was moving. One after the other the dummies fell and soon they were all knocked out and a timer you didn't notice earlier stopped. It marked with 0:45 seconds on the clock. Qi sighed and stretched slightly "I still have room to improve, I must train more." You giggled and Qi quickly turned around shocked at you standing there. "Really? I think your skills are amazing as they are. You're already so fast and efficient at it." Qi looked away, blushing in embarrassment that you were watching her. "But.. there's still room for improvement, I must not give up on it." You smiled as you walked closer to her "of course, but make sure you take breaks. I don't want you focusing on training entirely and forgetting to take care of yourself." Qi smiled back at you and nodded. "Right... I must not overwork myself." You looked around the room and there were even more mechanics you hadn't noticed earlier and more sets of training dummies. It looks like she was practicing before you even got here. "C'mon, let's take a break Qi. I'll make some tea for you." You said as you stretched your hand out towards her. She formed a small smile and took your hand, "Thank you s/o."

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Qi sighed as she relaxed on a chair sipping the tea that you made for her. "Qi I was wondering," she looked towards you as you asked your question. "Who made the mechanics for your training dummies? I know you don't have knowledge on mechanics so you couldn't have made it yourself." Qi responded, "Ms. Tracy made the dummies for me to help me train easier after she walked in on me training. She thought it would be useful. I'm very grateful for her help." You smiled "Yeah, Tracy is always like that. She wants to help a lot of people." You said as you took a sip of tea. You two didn't talk much after that but the calming silence was enough. The sound of rain pouring outside and the slightly chilly weather felt relaxing. A single glance and small smile at each other told you everything, you two were content and happy, and you wouldn't have it any other way.