#identityv x you

[oletus-manors-log]

⚰️ ah !! i noticed it says we're still allowed to send you letters , still . if not then disregard this with my apologies ! if it is alright , could i request a norton campbell x reader ? i was thinking of something akin to taking care of each other after a match . it can be a small drabble or short story preferably , if that is alright . your writing is something i only recently stumbled upon , and i think it is incredible ! you are very talented , and i am wishing you the best !! thank you for reading , take care , observer !

OBSERVER'S NOTE:

" Hello, and yes, I'm still open to receiving letters (requests). Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong (unless you were one of my mutuals, in case... I do apologize for the potential hurt I end up causing /lh).

The request with Norton is so cute though- the idea of the prospector and his s/o taking care of each other after a match and especially against a hard one where the two won? Oh, it's so cute. I do hope this lives up to your expectation, even if it took me ages to get to this (also I kept this for too long because your words made my weeks because it's been stressful).

Again, I hope you enjoy this drabble! I enjoyed writing this a little too much, haha. "

Wounded Afterthought

It was a rare sight to see Norton be with someone like this, and especially with the mere thought of him being worried about another person after a tough match. People had assumed that he would simply ignore them, just like what he did to everyone else.

However, the same cannot be said for those that knew him well.

"How are you feeling?" he asked quietly as he patched them up, his eyes focused onto the scabs and scratches they got. They went up against Polun (from what he heard), so he knew that it had went rough. He could hardly believe that they had a tie with how difficult the triplets were in their streak.

... The only saving grace, however, was that it had been Arms Factory and there were more competent survivors that made sure to keep the team together.

Feeling a gloved hand on his shoulder, he turned his head to you, who simply shook your head. Ah. He must've looked terrifying, hm?

"I'm fine, Norton," he heard you answer, the feeling of the weight of your hand leaving as you placed it on your lap. Your attire had been torn, but it was better than last time.

Good, you aren't too heavily injured, he mused, sighing. "Quartz, you know that I'm doing this out of worry. Polun is a hard one to deal with, let alone escape against with the team you were with."

There goes an endearing nickname he called you— Quartz. He calls you something else, however, but that was the most frequent he'd choose. Unknowingly, of course.

"I know that. However, everyone wasn't as terrible against him, Norton," you reasoned, raising your left hand to gently cup his. Your gloved thumb traced over his cheek, and although he didn't want to show he liked it, you two could see him lean over involuntarily.

"After all, if they were, I wouldn't be here in your arms now, would I?"

Norton couldn't find an answer to that.

It was, unfortunately, true. If you had been hurt, he wouldn't have you in his grasp— he would've had you under Emily's care. And yet here you are, bandaged up, clothes torn, but still alive.

He couldn't help but sigh and bury his head on the crook of your neck, closing his eyes right after. He let go of you to simply adjust the position of his arms, wrapping it around your body to keep you close to him.

He wouldn't admit it, of course, but you can be quite stubborn for a priest. Not that he particularly cares— to him, what mattered was your safety, not your occupation.

... That, and unlike that Priestess, you rely on your own wits and snap decision to save you from being chaired.

Perhaps it's why he is so protective of you, and yet he simply backs off when you prove him wrong. After all, how could he when you both knew that you were right?

"... Maybe not. But I'd still like to make sure you're not in danger, if I can help it," he admitted, making you laugh at his own concern. He would normally grunt when someone else does it, but he didn't have the heart to do it to you.

You, a priest, who have left your past beliefs to find faith in a different God.

"Dear, with you on my side, I'll never be in danger. I can promise you that."

And for a mere moment, Norton knew those words rang true than the ones written in scripture.

© ᴏʟᴇᴛᴜs-ᴍᴀɴᴏʀs-ʟᴏɢ | 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 ✧ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ | ᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀs

[arn359]

This skin- I need to tuck him

[fishermanshook]

ASK: pretty pretty please… fools gold.. smut if you can.. I CANT KEE EDGING TO HIM WHENEVER I MATCH AGAINST HIM 😞💻 I GOTTA TAKE HIS CRYSTAL ROCK COCK

ROCK HARD!

( fools gold sex h/c’s ) + gn!reader

# MINOR WRITING SMUT , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

I suppose it is your fault, you shouldn’t have underestimated your boyfriend's ability to fuck you raw in his bedroom, not caring who hears either of you or if his Survivor counterpart walks in as you do it on his bed. 

His opposite shouldn't be back for a while though, as he's stuck in a match against that Ivy chick. Guess you'll just have to stick it out for a while, huh? Don't worry, he'll make it worth the wait. 

꒰wc꒱ 535

🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who is undoubtedly rough with you in the bedroom. Leaving marks in their wake decorated across your soft and delicate flesh unlike his own. Bruises from your last session have only just started to fade away to make room for more to come.              (He doesn't mean to hurt you, it's just that you're so much tinier than he is and he can't help but toy with you a bit.)

↳ on top of this, jealousy runs through the Hunter's veins. The cuts and bruises and hickeys and whatever else he does to mark you up is an indication of who and what you belong to. He can’t stand watching you interact with the other Survivors and, hell, that pesky Prospector who takes up far too much of your time. Time that could be better spent splitting you in half. 

🪨⛏ | Fools Gold is such a tease too. He'll mess around with your tiny little body and force you to leave for your match all hot and bothered. It's all part of the plan though because it means you'll just come crawling back to him for relief, not realizing what you're getting yourself into. 

🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who loves to get messy in bed and uses his hands and fingers to make you cum 1, 2, 3 too many times, leaving your body overstimulated and all too sensitive to his rough touch. It doesn't matter how many times you beg or whine or claw at the rocks on his back, he doesn't stop. 

🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who is always the one on top. It doesn't matter if you start it or end it, you'll always manage to find him towering over you with that same devilish smirk that adorns his face. 

🪨⛏ | Fools Gold who has the stamina of a 10-time gold place Olympian runner. He can go all night and then morning and then night again if called for. But know that once he starts, he won’t stop. The little sympathy he has goes toward calling it a night after round 5 or after you've passed out in his arms. He gets it, it's hard having a boyfriend who could last longer than he could. (Norton.)

The sound of keys unlocking the door pulls you from your aroused state as both you and Fools Gold turn your head toward the door. 

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Norton sighs while turning his head up towards the roof. 

"Speak of the devil, could you leave? We're kind of in the middle of something." Fools Gold says, still halfway inside you as you cover your body in embarrassment. 

"That’s it, both of you,��OUT!" 

note: I picked this up b/c I thought it'd be interesting especially because I've never written for him before,,,also annon im going to haunt your dreams now b/c you didn’t read rules (I’m calling you rocky annon now if you ever decide to send in something else)

also you guys help I have 37 (36 after this post) drafts

(2024) ©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

[decaffeinatedwriter101]

Basement fun

“Quiet sweetheart, we don't want anyone to hear us now, do we?” Norton whispered in a cocky tone as he continued to pound himself into you, the sound of skin against skin and the desperate moaning and whimpering coming from the basement echoed against the walls.

“N-no, I don't!.” you say through moans, digging your nails into his shoulders as tears begin to form and blur your vision from the over-stimulation, you're trying your hardest to stay somewhat quiet so none of your teammates try to come and assist you in your ‘kite’, the thought of someone coming down to the basement and finding you getting fucked by the hunter sent shivers down your spine, the feeling of humiliation and anxiety sinking into your nerves even though you knew that wasn't going to happen.

“Or do you want your friends to find you down here? getting fucked stupid, all because you're desperate for a win?” Norton asks you with a shit-eating grin on his lips while his hands begin to move away from your hips and begin to grope and squeeze at your ass, the feeling of him hitting that sweet spot over and over again had you struggling to answer him with a coherent sentence without moaning.

“FUUuuucK, no, i- Ah don't want them to” you finally mustered out as you threw your head back from him rubbing that little bundle of nerves in a fast circle-like motion, the feeling of him thrusting himself in and out so rough and fast made it feel like your brain was going to melt your whole body felt like it was on fire, Norton moved both of his hands down to your thighs ultimately putting you into a mating press, he grabbed you by the cheeks and made you look him in the eye. 

“What the matter huh? Are you scared that someone will come here and see us like this?” He groaned out as he got closer to your face pressing his lips up against yours for a kiss, one of his hands moved up to the back of your head to gently tug at your hair, you were getting close, and the familiar feeling of that coil slowly getting ready to pop.

“Norton, please, do- on't stop” you beg through messy kisses as he pounds himself into you even rougher and harder than before, he pulls his face away from yours and cups your face, moving strands of hair out of your eyes a soft yet still somewhat cocky smile on his face.

“You gettin' close huh?” he huffs out as he keeps pounding into you, his thrusts beginning to falter as he is close to his peak, you two holding eye contact the whole time, the feeling of his tip vigorously pounding into your sweet spot got you seeing stars, tears streaming down your face as your legs begin to shake, nortons thrust stammer a bit as he feels you tightening around him his breath hitches in his throat as he quickens his pace tightening his grip on your hair,

  “Ooh god I'm close y/n, I know you are too I can feel you tightening around me,” he says through huffs and groans, his thrusting Increasing in speed.

“Norton I'm so close,” you say through moans, The coil in your stomach tightens with every thrust, getting closer to popping, As you struggle to keep your eyes open, your eyelids flutter, trying to maintain eye contact with the hunter on top of you rearranging your guts, When the coil snaps, it sends your head flying back, causing your eyes to flutter with surprise and intensity, the feeling of warmth envelops the insides of your thighs, Norton leaned back with a contented sigh, surveying the mess he had created with a sense of pride.

“Well look at that, such a mess y/n,” With a confident smirk, he helped you up as the final cipher unlocked. The blaring alarm echoed across the map. As you made your way towards the open exit gate, you glanced back and saw Notion standing there, looking as cocky as ever. At least in the end, you secured your four-man win, and he got his favor.

A/N: hey guys this is my first fanfic, as you can probably tell, also this is a really and I mean really old fools gold fanfic I wrote back when he was released but never finished it until now, I hope you enjoy, I will of course practice on my writing more in the meantime,

Decaff out!

[strawberryvera]

₊✩‧₊˚ IDV CHARACTERS REACTING TO THEIR S/O HAVING A NIGHTMARE!!—- ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

cw: none!!

Vera and edgar gender neutral x reader sfw!

a/n: maybe I’m self projecting with planning on making these all late night. It’s okay though chat because ima make sure this fire fr (i’m low-key sleep deprived writing this right now, but we ball). And also, sorry if this sounds weird, this is my first time writing full x readers that aren’t head cannons so sorry if I make them sound ooc or cringe at all😭😭🙏 NONETHELESS HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

VERA NAIR

The faint glow of the moonlight sank into the perfumers room onto her material filled desk, catching some of her hair in the process as she fine tuned her euphoria, making sure that the violet colored fragrance smelled and worked as it should, as she had a focused look on her face. As she worked on the tree roasted scent, she heard gentle knocks on her door. Who could even possibly be at her door this late at night? Everyone she could possibly think of in the moment was asleep, quietly taking on slumber in their own rooms. She lowered her perfume onto her desk gently, as she began to speak.

“I’m busy right now.”

The brunette perfumer gave a short response, as her words came off sharp and arrogant, with a bit of irritation, not knowing who was knocking. She was also focused, affecting how long her responce would be. Just then, the familiar voice of her beloved sinked through the closed door.

“…Im sorry…can I just come in for a little bit..?”

As she heard the familiar voice of (y/n), her face quickly turned soft, yet with a slight lingering sense of worry. Hearing the somber, feared voice of her dearest (y/n) made her worry, she knew something was wrong.

“Oh—yes dear..I’ll be there in a minute.”

She spoke, her voice still remaining sharp, yet still having the assimilation of worry and softness, as she quietly but swiftly walked to the door, creaking it open.

“Is everything okay? Here…come in dear..you can tell me what happened if that would make you feel better..”

Vera spoke sharp yet gentle, her tone sharp as rose thorns yet just as beautiful and soft as a bold, crimson colored, gentle petal of a rose, as she gently grabbed (y/n) by the hand, guiding them to the entrance of her room. She put a complete pause to her perfume work, as she sat on the edge of her bed, patting the open spot next to her, looking down at the spot then back up at (y/n), being patient with them.

(y/n) took a seat next to Vera, leaning on her shoulder, looking up at her with gentle, yet somber eyes of a puppy, as Vera spoke sharp yet gentle, as if pencil was sketching softly on paper, having a sense of delicacy yet concern.

“…Is everything okay..?”

Vera spoke gentle, waiting for a response from her dearest (y/n).

“…I…had a nightmare..I’m sorry, it looks like you were busy and I didn’t mean to bother you—“

Vera quickly cut them off.

“Hey—No it’s fine dear..and you didn’t bother me..I was just working on my perfume..”

Vera quickly spoke with concern, yet straight and sharp as always. She gently rose her head from looking at her beloved, to glance at her work. (Y/n) followed the same pattern, looking at the perfume and the material scattered desk.

“..Here…smells sometimes help me feel better..”

Vera spoke warm and pointed, as she walked over to her desk, grabbing her euphoria she had been working on prior, as she handed it to (y/n). (Y/n) sprayed the perfume, inhaling the calming and refreshing scent of a tree roasting in the sun helped ease their dancing mind.

“..thank you, Vera..”

(Y/n) spoke more calm and refreshed, with a tired smile. As Vera looked at her, tucking (y/n)’s hair behind their face, as (y/n) savored the smell of the nature-like scent for a bit longer.

“Anytime, my dear.”

Vera spoke softly, quickly planting a kiss on (y/n)’s cheek, as (y/n) leaned into the kiss, a small soft smile smile formed on their lips. A light shined in midnights darkness, as (y/n) felt more happy and tranquil once again, savoring this moment with the perfumer, as they sat in the comforting silence for a bit longer.

EDGAR VALDEN

The midnight scilence draped Edgar’s room like a curtain, as he quietly painted by himself, working on another masterpiece, the scilence being broken by a soft dialogue of whispers between the canvas and the bristled paint brush. As he focused on nothing but the canvas in front of him and the colors he was ever so effortlessly putting together, he heard the gentle knocks of someone at his door, disturbing his peace, while adding sound to the loud quiet of his room. Who could possibly be knocking at his door, let alone at this hour? He was never really one to be friendly with others, or get close to anyone, except for one person, but they should be asleep, right?

“Hm…Who is it?”

The painter spoke with a hint of bite in his tone, reeking with sharpness, yet blunt tone of voice, not talking his eyes off of his earthy colored painting, as he continued to make swift and fast strokes on his canvas.

“…It’s me…can I come in…?”

(Y/n) spoke soft, tired, yet particularly fragile in this moment, they clearly weren’t feeling good. Hearing who it was, his face softened a bit, as he turned to the door, and sighed.

“..The door is unlocked. You can come in.”

Small signs of worry seeped through his blunt and pointed voice, as he put his paintbrushes down on the pallet, putting a halt to his activities, while (y/n) did their slow yet somber walk in. He was worried for them, but had a hard time showing that.

“Is everything okay? Why are you even walking out this late at night, shouldn’t you be asleep?”

He spoke with sharp arrogance, yet a little bit of worry and affection dripped through his voice. The brunette painter frowned a bit, picking back up his paint brushes slowly, while remaining eye contact with (y/n), as his beloved closed the door behind them.

(Y/n) sat on the ground next to Edgar, as they had their head hanged low, eyes looking up in his direction. As they sat down next to him, he ever so slowly resumed his painting, awaiting a response.

“..I had a nightmare..I felt scared..I didn’t really want to be alone…sorry if I interrupted your painting..“

Edgar looked down at them once again. He always had a naturally cold resting face, but when he looked down at you, saw your saddened face, and listened to what you said, his face turned slightly more soft.

“..it’s fine. Don’t worry about it, I can paint while someone else is in the room..if it makes you feel better, you can stay in here for a little bit..”

He spoke to (y/n), his voice softened up a bit along with his face, as he looked down at the now more peaceful looking (y/n), as they gave a warm smile at him in response.

“..thank you.”

(Y/n) replied, as they got hug and wrapped their arms around him. He tensed up a bit at first, not being too used to physical touch, but ultimately ended up melting into their beloveds arms like melting snow under the spring suns hold, reciprocating the hug back.

“It..it’s really not a big deal..but your welcome anyways, (y/n)..”

He gently moved their hair out of their face, a smile slowly spreading like butter across his lips as he treated their delicate locks of hair as a masterpiece in their own right, tucking it behind their ear, his touch lingered for a fleeting moment, before letting go of them. As they sat down next to him, scilentky watching him paint away, watching each gentle stroke he did on his canvas to shape another fragment of his masterpiece.

[stars4heaven]

˚｡⋆୨୧˚BAKE MY LOVE˚୨୧⋆｡˚

“Would you like to go on a date with me sir?” ・❥・fluff

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

As the morning sun beamed through the window panels of the small bakery, you patiently waited for one male to walk through those glass doors. Constantly turning your head with whimsy whenever the bells jingled, only to be let down by the sight of someone else coming in.

You were getting tired of playing this waiting game; having to check yourself in the bathroom mirror each time you’re on break, or when you sneak your phone from your pocket when the manager isn’t looking.

All you did was sigh as you handed the customer their croissants and coffee, taking the cash in return and storing it away in the register.

Closing your eyes in pure irritation, you threw your head down; your {H/C} strands covering your face.

“Uh excuse me?”

Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach like the titanic.

Briskly, you lift up your head; trying to keep it casually and play it off cool as you messily struggle to fix your {H/T} hair.

“Shit- Hello, welcome, uh, what- what can you get for you-I mean I, what can I get for you?”

You felt your face heat up as your co worker in the back giggled at your stupidity. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you fought back the impulsive thoughts telling you to run out and never come back again. This was the man you’ve been waiting for. The one you always look forward to seeing whenever you’re working.

Ever since you first started working here, you’ve been seeing him come at 10;00-10;30 ish AM. Sometimes with a friend or more but he’s usually alone. His brown skin shimmered with the sun’s rays, his accent was like music to your ears, you could listen to him talk all day, not to mention the way he's so polite.

And that’s not even all of it.

His jet black hair looked so soft and shiny; you could tell he takes very good care of it. Same thing with his face; his face was always so clean and spotless- not one sign of acne. Ugh, and then his body; he was perfect- straight out of a bookworm’s wet dreams. You didn’t wanna believe it, but you fell in love with his man. This stranger that you know nothing about except for the pastry he orders all the time.

“May I get 1 cinnamon roll, and a cappuccino?”

You nodded, feeling a smile creep onto your face as you grabbed the brown paper napkins and picked up the cinnamon sweet and put it gently into the small dark brown takeout box, all while the feeling of love exploded in your stomach. Moving onto making his coffee, you peeked behind you, admiring him on his phone with a straight face before looking away in fear of making awkward eye contact.

“Here you go sir!”

You smiled wider, showing your pearly teeth.

He looked up from his device, putting it in his sweatpant’s pocket with one hand and grabbing his order with the other before taking the money out of his wallet and handing it to you.

You clenched the money in your hands as you stared at the register. It was common for you to do this. You would pause whenever he gave you the money as if he was doing it out of an act of kindness. Then, you watch him walk out the door, leaving nothing but the sound of the bells jingling in your ears. But not this time.

As you gripped onto the money tighter, you looked up at him, seeing him start to fade away.

“EXCUSE ME SIR!” you called out, catching his attention. He turned his head to you.

“Yeah?”

You froze up again. Your breathing got heavy and you fought back your tears, in which you failed. Your voice got shaky as the money began to get sweaty from you gripping it.

“Would…”

You looked down, avoiding eye contact.

“...Would you uh, go out on a date with me?”

His face changed from neutral to a slightly surprised expression.

You fucked up, didn’t you?

You felt your happiness pop instantly, and you haven’t even heard his answer yet! What if he had a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? What if he wasn’t even interested in dating at all? What if he had 3 kids at home and a loving wife? What if he says no and doesn’t come back ever again?

The cafe was so silent that it was screaming at you. Tears begin to drip down your face as your hair saves you from making the situation more embarrassing.

“Uh…”

You struggled to mentally prepare yourself for his reply.

“...Um…”

That’s it! You can’t show your face back here ever again!

“...Sure, you seem nice.”

You gasped, almost choking on air as you quickly lifted up your head, not even bothering to fix your hair this time.

“A-Alright, uhm… What’s your phone number..?”

“I’ll write it down for you.”

Your heart thumped in your chest as you eyed how his muscular hands wrote down the numbers on a brown napkin with a dark blue pen; the beautiful strokes and edges of each number was heavenly.

When he was finished, he slid it to you before smiling slightly. Your eyes dropped down to the brown napkin, then back up to the jingle of the bells as he exited the cafe.

You did it. You finally did it. You finally asked him out.

“Yo, {Y/N}”

You jolted, swiftly whipping your head towards your co-worker.

His shiteating grin and freckles paired with his beach blonde curls matched his annoying personality.

“You’re crushing the money.”

Aww shit, you forgot about the money. You set the dollar bills free from your grip as you try to iron it out with the palm of your hands before putting it into the register.

You prayed for the day to be over quicker so you could go home and text the love of your life already.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

And so as the night came, you clocked out and walked through the glass doors, the musical jingles wishing you well as you locked up and headed to your car.

Pulling out your phone to connect the bluetooth and blast your favorite playlist to get you hyped for your upcoming date as you ride home with your {H/C} {H/T} hair flowing with the cold wind through the car door window.

Pulling into the driveway of your apartment building, you disconnect your bluetooth and collect your belongings. Getting out of the car, you take your keys from your bag and unlock your house door, taking in the comforting smell of your home.

Shutting your door behind yourself, you lean against it; pulling out your phone and tapping on your contacts app. You didn’t even need to take out the napkin to see his phone number, you made sure to keep it engraved in your brain.

After saving his phone number in your contacts list, you struggled to come up with a name. You bit your lip as your frows scrunched together. You didn’t even ask him his name. How stupid of you. You soon let your impulsive thoughts take over once again and set his name as “Boyfriend” with 12 different heart emojis.

Hey, it's the person from the cafe.

You stared at the send button. What if he didn’t remember you? What if he didn’t wanna go and only said yes to save you from embarrassment? All these thoughts raced through your head. But, you made it this far so might as well. There’s no going back now.

You closed your eyes, sending the message and quickly turning your phone off. You threw your head back against the door until you waited for a reply. But, that didn’t last for long. As you waited and waited, you watched the time go by. Your phone finally buzzing at 8;09 PM.

You curse loudly at your phone as you struggle to put in your 4 numbered password; messing up so much it is almost locked for 2 minutes. You smile at the reply, reading the text being;

Hey, sorry I replied late. I was at the gym then I had to take my dog out for a walk.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as your imagination went wild thinking about him working out. And he liked animals too? Oh yeah, he can get it. You slid from your door to your knees; criss crossing your legs as your mind became invested in the conversation.

It’s fine! Are you still free for the date? There’s this place that has good reviews. It’s popular for having different varieties of food from different cultures.

Yeah, I am. I was gonna get ready now. What address is the place?

You couldn’t contain how happy you were. You told him the address and the restaurant name before rushing to the bathroom;

You sang in the shower, did your skincare again, fixed up your hair, and put on your fanciest outfit.

This was it. You were really gonna go on a date with the man you’ve been crushing on for months.

It was just up to you to make this the best night of his life.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

You began to grow frantic as you fiddled with your hands underneath the table. Did you come too early? What if he canceled and just didn’t wanna text you? What if he changed his mind? Did he even wanna come? You sigh as you lay your head down on the table, flinching when the screech of the chair being pulled back rang in your ears like an alarm clock. Lifting your head, you quickly fix yourself, smiling at the brown skinned male who sat down in front of you.

His beautiful dark eyes were the cherry on top. He truly was perfect- Heavensent. You wanted to swim in his eyes and never get out. A tint of pink was smothered on your face as you sneakily observed the suit he was wearing; it was black and nicely put. That color really looked good on him.

“You look really nice!” you blurted out, trying not to stare too much into his soul.

Red appeared on his face, looking a bit to the left with a stutter.

“Thanks…you too.”

“I’m {Y/N} {L/N}, but people just call me {N/N} for short!”

“I’m Ganji Gupta.”

You could feel your smile get bigger as you watched him look through the menu.

“That’s pretty.”

He looked up at you in slight confusion.

“Huh?”

You frowned. Your eyes shot back in fear of making him uncomfortable.

“Y-Your name! it’s…pretty…I like it.”

His expression softened back to his neutral one, but he seemed embarrassed. His arm rested on the back of his neck as he avoided eye contact again.

“Oh…Thanks..”

It was a few minutes of awkward silence before it was interrupted by the waiter. Your heart shriveled up like a ruined piece of paper when you saw who was serving you tonight. You locked eyes with the brown and white haired female. The smirk on her face makes you more anxious than you already were. Her gold hoop earrings making itself known as her green eyes continued to lay dominance. She looked over at Ganji as he was ready to order.

Meanwhile, you just sat there. It’s not that you didn’t trust her, you did. You've been friends with her since highschool! You’re just jealous- if that's the word for it. Her curvy body has always made your love interests go for her; She would turn them down and call them whores. And you respect her for that. You just hope Ganji isn’t the same.

“And for you?” She mocked with a smile, holding in her small giggles.

“I’ll have the-”

“Got it! It’ll be out in 30 minutes, any drinks for now?”

Sweat raced down your forehead as you nervously looked at Ganji, who looked at you very confused. Biting your lip, you gripped her on the arm before staring her down. Her red lips curved into a more sinister grin. She was up to no good.

“Well, I already know what drink you want,”

She looked at your date.

“What would you like to drink tonight?”

Still confused, Ganji took a few seconds to reply.

“Uh…Just water please…”

She nodded, writing down everything on the small notebook attached to the brown woody clipboard before walking away.

“Do you, know her?’’

“Yeah, she’s my friend…I didn’t know she worked here.”

He nodded. You wanted to crawl into a corner and disappear. You knew Demi meant no harm but, this is kinda harming you right now! You were surprised that he didn’t walk out after that. Moving on to a different topic, you remember the short conversation you had with him on the phone.

“So, how's the dog?”

You noticed how he played with the end of the lace table coverings to keep himself occupied. His dark eyes moved to your gaze.

“He’s good.”

He wasn’t very talkative. I mean- you didn’t mind it, you just expected him to be a yapper. But to be fair, you guys don’t know each other all that well. {Y/N} maybe think things through before you commit to it? Sorry, that was mean. Anyways, as the minutes went by, you started to see him open up more and more; he made eye contact more and shared his childhood moments and stuff that you found to be relatable in a way. You were in love with how he was so happy to explain stuff about his culture, like the food, holidays. You could see his eyes light up like the stars in the sky the more you asked about it.

The butterflies in your stomach continued to flutter around. This was what you dreamt about. Going on a date with the stranger you grew a crush on for months in the cafe and getting to know him more. He was a good listener as well. Your childhood wasn’t as exciting as his, but he still treated it as if it was the best stories he ever heard. And when you opened up about your culture, he was so in love. You swear you saw his pupils shape into hearts.

“Here you go.”

The mood was interrupted once more by Demi handing you two your food and drinks.

“Anything else I can do for ya lovebirds?” She teased, throwing you a wink.

“N-No…That’s all, thank you!”

She nodded, rustling your hair before patting you on the back.

“Alright, you two have fun now.” She chirped before walking away. You sighed but didn’t let the embarrassment ruin this special moment for you.

As you guys ate, you couldn’t stop talking to each other. You even choked on your food at one point which scared the life out of Him, but laughed about it afterwards. After the main course, you decided to get dessert just to make the date last longer; He ordered the lava cake that came with a side of vanilla ice cream with a dollop of whipped cream and a cherry on top of it and you ordered “your favorite '' according to Demi.

Soon, the check came and he offered to pay. You felt bad so you insisted that you guys could split it. But no, him being the gentlemen that his mother raised him to be, he ended up paying for the whole thing. Shit, he even gave a 20$ tip! Oh yeah, you gotta marry him for that one.

When exiting the restaurant, you felt the nervousness creep up on you again. You fiddled with your hands as he rested his hand on the back of his neck. You didn’t want this night to end. You wanted him to come home with you and cuddle.

“I had fun, we should do this again.” He said, blushing.

You nodded.

“Yeah! Totally! Uh…”

You wanted to kiss him. That’s too soon, isn’t it? How would he feel if you did? Would he hate you? Would he find you weird? I mean, you are pretty weird, you’re reading a fanfic. Okay sorry, that was mean.

But hey, fuck it we ball am I right? Don’t answer that, I know I am.

“This might be weird and I’m sorry if it is but…”

You inched closer to him; hearing his heartbeat in his chest. Your noses had little to no space between each other and your eyes were locked in together.

“Can…Can we kiss?”

You fucked up, huh? Your hands started to sweat again, and it was so cold out you thought it was snowing. He was taken aback by the request, obviously not expecting this on the first date. But, you did peak his interest tonight, and to be fair he did pay like 500$ for the dinner and dessert , plus 20$ for the tip.

“Sure…”

He was red. You caressed his cheek and shut your eyes, melting into his soft lips. Seriously, what skincare routine does this guy have?

You could feel yourself lose yourself and your dignity as he held your waist. You almost forgot you were in public for a minute. Pulling away, you both open your eyes.

“Do… Do you wanna come home with me?” He asked, mind blown by how much of a good kisser you are. You smiled.

“I would love to.”

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ BAKE MY LOVE - END ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

[ithaquakisser]

Salvatore

Synopsis; You and Ithaqua have come to an agreement. In turn, you are to be the cure to his everlasting solitude.

CW; Explicit themes, obsession, unhealthy relationship, degradation, vague religious imagery

MINORS DNI. (18+)

WC; ≈2.4K

Note; I've been meaning to experiment with a completely different take on Ithaqua, so I decided to mess around with my take on Morningstar. I have not written NSFW in eons, so spare me! Most of this was written at like... 3AM with no proper proofreading whatsoever. So, in another words—not my proudest work yet! This piece also doesn't quite have a plot either, I just wrote whatever came to mind. Enjoy! 🙈 (I'm so embarrassed.)

You were the sun, his sun. The sun who orbits around the Earth, breathing life into those around you. You brought about warmth with your light. If he could, he would bask in your presence from dusk till dawn. You had never seen the moon, or its stars, nor the night. Yet you heard its voice once or twice through the roaring winds.

He yearned to preserve your light. Claim it as his own. How he longed to maintain it for his own wants. Your beaming smile, your eyes that glistened like the stars, your soft h/c locks that waltzed with the wind. Without you, the moon could not shine without your light. Without you, could he ever beam again?

Faint rays of moonlight illuminated the dim candlelit room. You rested upon a king-sized bed, the cool breeze brushing against your naked body. Your hands lie above your head, cold slender hands interlaced with yours. He traced constellations onto your bare skin. His hips straddled on top of yours, his cloak discarded onto the marble floor. Ithaqua drew the stars upon your waist, soft lips brushing against your neck. He was desperate, his actions expressed his longing for your touch.

Words were unspoken between the two of you, a contract unknown. Shall you be spared under all circumstances, and in turn, you become the cure to his eternal solitude. Godlike he was, each touch was a blessing. You were a mere sinner under his presence, and here you lie before him, confessing your sins. Letting all your secrets spill from each breath you take, he is who shall listen. He is who shall cleanse you of your sins. He who is your salvatore.

His warm tongue ran along your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He grazed his teeth upon your soft skin, his hot breath was enough to make you melt under his touch. “Relax, dear.” Ithaqua cooed, trailing his hand down to your pelvis. You couldn’t help but buck your hips up in anticipation, letting out a sharp exhale. “Needy are you, love?”

He pulled away from your neck and pressed his lips against yours, emitting a low moan as a hand began to rub your thigh gently. He mercilessly bit your lip, causing you to yelp in surprise. The hunter smiled into the kiss as he forced his way through your mouth. He softly stroked your plush thighs, occasionally squeezing them. His tongue explored your wet cavern whilst you held onto his hand, his free hand outlining the stars on your inner thigh. You whined, your hips squirming beneath him in desperation.

The young male pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connecting the two of you. “Is there something wrong, love?” Ithaqua whispered. “Don’t you tease me any longer…” You protested, Ithaqua couldn’t help but let out a chuckle in response. “Patience, Y/N.” He sighed and placed a hand on your bare chest, pressing you down against the mattress. His golden necklace dangling from his chest, hovering over you as his eyes fixed on yours.

“You think I’d willingly satisfy you without earning it? Don’t make me laugh, love.” Ithaqua rebuked. “How’s this? Please me first. If you do a good job, I’ll fuck you to your heart’s content. Sounds good?” He spoke, his lips curling into a smirk. You nodded your head eagerly. With a complacent expression, the two of you proceeded to switch positions. He laid back onto the array of pillows by the bedframe, his legs spread wide open. “Well? What’re you waiting for? You know what to do.”

“Talk about patience…” You muttered under your breath. “What’s that, darling?” Instigated the hunter as he leisurely removed his mask, his ebony-colored eyes meeting yours. “Nothing, dear…” You uttered as you lowered your gaze from his. With a scowl, he grabbed hold of your face, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t you forget who is in control here. I can delightfully revoke my conditions anytime. I wouldn’t be opposed to watching you squirm in desperation in hopes I’d touch you while I pleasure myself. Now, obey my orders won’t you?”

You swallowed before speaking breathily. “Yes, sir…” With a satisfied smile, he let you go. Without another word; you loosened his garters and unbuttoned his pants. He emitted a sigh of relief once his cock was freed from the confines of his pants, twitching upon release as droplets of precum dripped down the shaft. You spat onto your palm before taking him into your hands, beginning to pump him up and down.

The hunter threw his head back with a breathy moan as you stroked his dick, occasionally rubbing your thumb against his tip and causing him to twitch in response. You picked up the pace over time, observing his facial expressions as his chest heaved. You observed how desperately he attempted to restrain his moans behind the heavy breaths taken. His eyes were half-lidded as he huffed, his lips slightly parted as his face was tinted with a scarlet hue.

Ithaqua has never felt this way before. Such pleasure, such desire, a fire ignited within him the moment you laid your hands on him. He gazed upon your naked body as you eagerly stroked his cock with such a lustful expression on your face. You observed how his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, how his hands clasped the bedsheets and the way his thighs threatened to clamp shut on you as they trembled under your touch. You brought your lips close and ran your tongue alongside his shaft, causing him to shudder in response.

Ithaqua took hold of your h/c locks into his trembling hands as you took him into your warm mouth. You swirled your tongue upon his tip, tasting the bitterness in his precum as he twitched inside your mouth. You were relatively slow with your pace, causing the hunter to buck his hips up out of impatience. Caught off-guard, you gagged for a brief moment. “Don’t be a tease,” Ithaqua spoke, tightening his grip on your hair.

He began to thrust into your mouth slowly as he held onto you. You were taken aback by his sudden movements, groaning onto his cock as he screwed your mouth. You gripped his thighs, lightly squeezing them as tears formed at the corners of your eyes. “Hah… You’re taking me so well, dear…” Ithaqua cooed. His light eyes fixed on your every expression as he thrusts into you, his dick brutally assaulting the back of your throat.

“I’m close…” He whispered between breaths, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. Within moments, he reached his high and released his hot seed into your mouth. He threw his head back with a rather loud moan, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his skull as you proceeded to pull away. Cum dripping from the corners of your mouth, the young man raised his head and tenderly wiped the droplets dripping down your chin with the pad of his thumb.

“Swallow all of it,” Ithaqua demanded, pressing his thumb against your lower lip. Reluctantly, you swallowed the bitter liquid and licked away the excess from his thumb. “You did so well for me, love…” He purred as he gently wiped away the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

Half-lidded almond eyes met yours, his lips curling into a cheeky grin as he palmed your chest. With a quick and sudden push, he pinned you down against the cushioned mattress like a predator catching its prey. You had let out a squeak upon impact whilst he hovered over you, a slender finger placed over your lips as he hushed you. You swallowed anxiously, a hand running down your bare waist as he carefully observed your expressions.

Oh, how he adored your expressions. The lovely face you’d make whenever he’d caress your bare skin. He adored your smile, and how the corners of your eyes wrinkled out of pure joy. He especially admired the look on your face when you’d beg on your knees for mercy as he readied his axe to strike. The way your e/c eyes widened in apprehension never ceased to send shivers down his spine and make him weak in the knees.

Loose strands of his silver hair tickled your ruby-tinted cheeks as he planted his lips against yours, prodding his tongue past your lips into your mouth. You elicited a moan as his tongue danced with yours, his icy hands trailing down your body. They traced miscellaneous symbols as he ravaged your mouth. His fingertips stopped at your sex, lightly brushing against it and causing you to shudder.

He pulled away from the kiss, his light-colored eyes meeting yours. “May I?” “Yes… Please.” Without another word, he inserted his fingers delicately into your heat. He was rather careful with his touch, being mindful of his sharp nails as he slowly rubbed your sensitive spot. You had let out a breathy moan, watching as he moved his fingers in and out of you with such precision.

Ithaqua was quite deft with his fingers, moving them at a steady pace whilst stroking your soft spot. You observed him, unnoticeably moving your hips as he stroked. “My, eager, aren’t you?” Ithaqua remarked. “Don’t be such a tease…” He could only chuckle in response, his eyes fixed on your sex as he pumped his fingers into your core.

Your breathing became labored as he continued to assault your sweet spot, uttering words of praise in between moans. You breathily spoke his name like an incantation, your hands clutching the bed sheets in ecstasy. “Look at you… You’re such a mess already…” He teased, witnessing your face flush a shade of crimson.

With a smirk, he curled his fingers and ruthlessly began to pump them inside of you at a brisk pace. You tensed around his fingers, becoming a moaning mess beneath him. Huffing and puffing upon his touch, you called out his name like a broken record. You gazed upon him with tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “Ithaqua… I’m…”

“Hold it,” Ithaqua demanded. “You can do that, can you not?” “Ithaqua… I… Please…” “Please what?” “Please… Let me come…” You pleaded, his eyes fixed on yours as he continued to strike at your sensitive spot. “Please, Ithaqua… just let me…” You bucked your hips forward, a complete mess you were.

You harshly bit down on your lower lip as your back arched slightly. The hunter purposely slowed his pace, occasionally coming to a halt with a sadistic grin on his face. You had let out a groan of desperation, hot tears streaming down your flushed face. With his opposite hand, he shoved his thumb into your mouth, his thumb lightly brushing against your warm tongue as you panted. You looked at him with half-lidded eyes as your chest began to heave, moaning into his hand as he ravaged your insides.

The young man had a grin on his face as you began to tremble beneath him, your walls tensing around his fingers. “Mmh…” You whimpered, as you began to feel a tight coil building up in your stomach. Your thighs trembling as you closed your eyes as you thrust your hips into his fingers, arching your back as the coil grew tighter with each passing moment. Ithaqua leaned forward, his hot breath against your ear as he whispered. “You’re doing so well… Just a bit longer, dear.”

You whined, your breathing became labored as you neared your high. You felt the coil threaten to burst with each stroke, your toes curling as droplets of tears rolled down your scarlet cheeks. You dug your nails into the mattress as you mewled. You let out a muffled gasp as you tensed once more, an overwhelming wave of pleasure washing over you as you arched your back. You could’ve sworn you had seen the stars as you moaned uncontrollably into his hand which muffled your sounds, your hot liquid spilling onto his fingers.

Hot tears spilled down your scarlet-tinted cheeks as you exhaled, your body quivering beneath him. With a sigh, he pulled his hands away from you. Examining your warm essence on his fingers as he spoke. “How disappointing… You did not last even a minute.” Running his tongue over his slender fingers, tasting the past minutes of your involvement. “Open.”

You opened your mouth agape, the young man leaning in and shoving his tongue past your lips. He explored your mouth once more, the bittersweet taste of your essence against your tongue. You closed your eyes, placing a hand on his warm cheek whilst his tongue ventured alongside yours. His hands were all over your bare skin, palming in circular motions. He invaded your mouth until he was done with you, saliva connecting both your moist lips.

“You taste terrible…” Ithaqua spoke, venom laced within his words. He knew he was speaking falsehoods, yet he could not bring himself to speak with sincerity. You could only mutter a pitiful apology under your breath as tears poured from your e/c eyes, he had a piercing gaze that made your heart skip a beat. “Spare the crocodile tears, love. We have no need for them. After all, you’ve got what you wanted. Did you not?”

The hunter rose from the bed, readjusting himself into his clothes. He retrieved his cloak from the marble floor, a miffed expression on his pale face. “Yes, but I…” “What is it?” You sighed, lowering your gaze. You couldn’t dare speak another word. The young man fetched your clothes which were scattered along the bedroom floor, tossing them by your side. “Get dressed. There’s a match at dusk. I cannot risk being reprimanded once again by the baron.”

“You’ll… stick to your word, correct?” You inquired, raising the bedsheets to your chest to sheathe your naked body. “Why would I not?” Said the hunter as he picked up his mask. Seemingly fixated on the broken mirror in front of him, he had a noticeable scowl on his face upon seeing his reflection. “A deal’s a deal, is it not? Don’t you fret, I’ll spare you and your friends the trouble. However…” Ithaqua turned on his heels to face you as he placed on his mask. “Do not expect me to be merciful this time around, understood?”

…

"Understood.”

[otakusparkle]

Identity V x The Chara Cafe Collaboration

Menu

Food

- Naib's Homemade! Omurice made specially for you

- The notes Frederick plays turn into cheese of this Hamburg Plate!?

- Burke secretly shared with us the Clam Chowder that is sure to please your palate!

- Created by Percy through trial and error : The ultimate “exquisite curry”

- Pancake plater with salad that Philip was particular about the dough

Desserts

- Invitation from Eli♪ Let's eat Caramel cake together~

- Orange parfait found at Melly

- Nostalgic taste that brings back memories of Michiko ~Black honey strawberry anmitsu~

- Have an elegant moment with Marie... A Dessert Set with a contrast of white and red (Sour cherry cake, Tart, Macaron, Strawberry)

- My first Valentine's gift from Norton : Chocolate cafe full love

Beverage

- Emerald pine syrup and muscat

- Chocolate almond cafe au lait

- Assam tea and cookies

- Coffee and chocolate candy

- Houjicha and Youkan (Red Bean agar)

- Caramel and white chocolate latte

- Rose tea and sugar cube

- hot cinnamon chocolate

- Mango black tea

- Cherry cola

Novelty

- For every beverage that you bought, you will get 1 random coaster

- For every food or dessert that you bought, you will get 1 random heart shaped card

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[dxy-drxxm]

SYNOPSIS: Lyney wanted to do one last trick, and he found the right person to do it with. (gen. neutral reader) [ IDENTITYV AU ]

CW/s: Lyney goes a bit too rough with thief! reader, implied major character death (part 1 of 3) with hunter Lyney, but the second part is not an x reader oops (might publish it tomorrow after classes w/ the x reader variant)

"Step right up, dear guest! Come right inside the box right here…"

Lyney's voice echoed as he urged the guests in his show to watch, and just as always (with his partner and sister, Lynette) he showcases the trick and the preparation he made for it.

Although it was a trick he knew he can pull off with ease, he still wanted to make sure that they were safe. You can never know if the trick fails, after all.

"Now!" he called to the audience, "I will make our dear guest disappear from this box…"

He gestures to the box a ways away from him, then to the one next to him.

"… And appear to this box, right here!"

The audience cheered as they knew it wouldn't fail. It shouldn't fail.

"Now, I ask of you to count to 60! It'd be bad if I send them to someplace like the manor, wouldn't it?"

…?

Manor? Like, Oletus?

"Alright, start counting!"

60…

59…

58…

...

…

5…

4…

3…

2…

"… One."

The unfortunate 'guest' of the hour had fallen to the ground when they were hit with one of Lyney's 'tricks', feeling their body ache as they skidded down.

Their head began to ring as the grim-malkin cat that tagged along with him slam them with enough force to send them flying. It felt as though their head has hit a wall or something so tough to have cause a concussion.

The male twin chuckled and walked over, whistling so to retrieve the phantom feline. Soon, he crouched down, purple eyes twinkling in amusement.

… And malice.

"Poor, poor thief… Why, I thought you'd put up more of a fight!"

Grabbing their waist, he tied them up in balloons, whistling as he carried them up.

"No matter," he mused, ignorant of their struggles as he walked off to the chair. "Let's continue the fun, shall we?"

"After all, what's a magician to do without an audience watching?"

@.enxgmx-wrxtxr | do not republish, repost, or copy my works anywhere | 2023

[chwoppr-1]

Hello! It's been a long time since I post here.

☆ Introduction ☆

I'm Chiwo, Self-Taught Artist, 20 Years old.

They/them

I like to study artstyles sometimes. If you see a tad bit of change in my art, yeah, that's the inconsistency there.

I draw mostly IdentityV. This page is only dedicated to post Luchinini ( Luchino x Antonio ) and Jackjos ( Jack x Joseph ). Sometimes I post other ships such as Rickmare ( Nightmare x Frederick ), HasturAlva and so on. Please be respectful of the ships I drew here.

I will also be posting my art commissions here.

The rest of my art will be on Twitter, I'm mainly active there so sorry if I'm rarely responsive! I'll try my best to be active on other socmed platforms.

Beware of the sensitive topics of the art I post such as mild g0r3, depressing or suggestive themes. If you are uncomfortable of such unfollow and block me.

✨ Have a wonderful day!

[justmandika]

// I am doing Identity V commissions if anyone is interested! I'm not desperate for anything yet, just posting it in case someone wants some stuff of my pieces. Please feel free to DM me on Tumblr or use my discord justmandika!

Chibis

Sketch - 185 echos

Color + Finish - 305 echos

Full Bodies

Sketch - 305 echos + 690 echos

Color + Finish - 2025 echos

Rules:

- No NSFW

- Step-by-step progression process. (I show sketch, then color, then finish, etc. Updated news.)

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- No last-minute changes when I start to color (mainly shade), please. Again, it takes a lot of time and work.

Will Draw:

- Survivors and Hunters

- Gore (Not intense tho)

- Ships (Canon x OC, Oc x Oc, Canon x Canon, etc.

(I can do other styles as well. It does not have to be mainly IDV. But for the sake of currency, I can make exceptions. )

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[oletus-manors-log]

eeeeeeeeeee hello i desire orphy crumbs so , can i send a letter in for a drabble / headcanon list for a pining over reader orpheus ? if you’re gonna go for the drabble , gender neutral afab reader please , please take your time with it even though i’m desperate for orpheus content

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ The novelist, you say? Hm... Interesting. I hope what I made brought justice as I didn't want to delay this much longer. Truth be told, I had contemplated having the reader pine over Orpheus, but him pining over them is much more funnier.

Am I slandering him? Perhaps. However, it's not like he can stop me, hehe! Anyways, I hope you enjoy the headcannons! (I also did both pining reader and in reverse because I love teasing both sides. Mutual pining, am I right?)”

Mutual Pining Headcannons for: Orpheus

Dear God, save this man.

Orpheus is not a hot mess. Well, usually he isn't. For many others, the man is built solely to intrigue those who try to figure him out— his identity is a mystery, but many don't seem to bite the bait due to his more... Inhumane counterpart.

Does he mind? No, not necessarily. He enjoys having to live in peace without people badgering him for what he is, and in that regard, he never saw the point of trying to have another interest in him.

... until now.

Seeing you was one thing, but dear God, he can be such a mess. He didn't knew why a novelist such as him would falter, but it was almost like you had him in his hands.

Just what are you? You seem to have an air of mystery, and yet he can read others like an open book. It was almost like your door has been locked, and he needed to find a way to open it.

And that intrigued him.

It started out small, actually. He found you interesting after a few matches. You could've been a veteran for your skills, and yet, as he spoke to you... You confided that you were not.

You were new, you told Orpheus. But he noticed that you were a quick learner— quick to pick up things that many in your shoes wouldn't be able to.

To many survivors, that seems as though you're tooting your own horn; you were bragging on how quicker you noticed those signs, how you didn't cower in fear or became stupidly headstrong like the others. To them, you acted haughty for saying such words.

But to Orpheus? He found it a breath of fresh air. A sort of answer that is so different from many, from those with many faces— and that is what hooked him to try and figure you out.

It proceeded on as normal, but you found yourself in the company of the ever elusive Novelist after that. He was always so hard to reach him, so difficult to find— and yet with you, he seem to miraculously turn up and be with you in your misadventures.

Even the other survivors, notably the Journalist and even the Entomologist, made comments to him on how he's forming such an attachment.

On how he— the myth of the man whose identity cannot be traced— was growing attached. To you.

Orpheus didn't believe it at first. He found you interesting, he said. Why wouldn't he be so intrigued with someone who is so different from the others?

It shot down the initial assumptions, yes, but it didn't mean it stopped many others from saying that he's growing a fondness for you. For you, as the other survivors never reached said level with him.

The Novelist was never close to many, but only for specific individuals. And even then, it was under a thin veil of courtesy.

But to you... Said courtesy has been an afterthought; and it was like he focused on what truly matters aside from it.

And after a night spent in an event, one that took of pictures with the Novelist, Journalist, and you in the frame... He realized it.

He... Was growing fond of you.

Nay, he was growing feelings for you.

He didn't knew if you noticed it, but after the fireworks has ceased and fizzled out, he began to try and do different approaches. To you, he still acted the same.

But to the others? He acted differently.

He began to write ideas, but it mostly revolved around you. He began to grow fond of them and write stories of such length— fantasies that has some part of your character in it.

Orpheus was the Novelist, no one can deny, but even they can tell just how smitten he got.

It was a slow build up, however, for he feared one thing:

Would you ever see him as a monster if you knew?

Oh, but what a fool he was. He didn't even knew the truth behind those simple interactions you two had, didn't he?

For him to realize that he has fallen for you, he has neglected to realize that you, too, have fallen for the Novelist.

It was a cliché of all time— two remarkable individuals in a manor chock full of morally questionable and dubious individuals, and yet even they can see the way you look at Orpheus.

After all, no one is spared or exempted from the matter of mystery. You were of no exemption, but perhaps that mystery from him enraptured you.

You always found him fascinating, hadn't you? To think that the elusive Novelist felt the same as you have, but no man can convince either of you to admit such feelings.

Orpheus may have a keen eye, but even he falls short to how you, too, have fallen for him.

For all of his flaws, his mistakes, his glory— you have grown fond of him, as he does to you.

“ Ah... I did not expect to see you again. Hm, perhaps you'd like to indulge me in my works? I'd like to see your perspective in this. ... Hm? Oh, this premise I'm writing is about a lovesick man... ”

© ᴏʟᴇᴛᴜs-ᴍᴀɴᴏʀs-ʟᴏɢ | 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 ✧ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ | ᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀs

[beansproutsong]

[Proxy] Lawson x IdentityV collab

Hello, I'm opening proxy for everyone who wants the exclusive in-game skin for postman.

How to do it:

You can obtain skin by collecting 6 stamp. You can collect stamp by purchasing certain snack that is marked in the store.

I'll buy the cheapest snack available in the store. Usually it cost between 1200 to 1500JPY for 6 stamps, depends on what's available in the store.

Code will be sent to me at 12PM the day after. So please do no ask me for it immediately

You can get 1-2 clearfile too by purchasing snack, please choose between: Postman, Mercenary, Toy Merchant, Little Girl, Fools Gold and Hermit. Stock is limited (esp with Postman) so please prepare something in case it's sold out.

You can let me know if you want the clearfile only or the snack to be shipped.

Also collaboration goods is available for preorder

Big acrylic standee: 3300JPY

Small standee: 1650JPY

Tapestry: 3820JPY

BIg Towel: 5500JPY

Keychain set: 5940JPY

You can DM me here or at my twitter (angelic1408) to place your order

[fishermanshook]

TO THE STARS ABOVE.

( night watch ) + gn!reader

happy birthday @rieuvie ♡ , ooc probs , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

Night Watch is undoubtedly one of the more ruthless Hunters found in the Oletus Manor. Most if not all of his matches end in the Survivors being obliterated and their bodies left with aches and scars that only time can heal.  

However, there has been someone who’s broken through the fortress he’s put up to protect himself [ somehow… ] and has helped him learn what it feels like to be loved all over again. 

Happy Birthday, Riel.

꒰wc꒱ 529

“Ithaqua, for the last time,” you say, trying to attract his attention. “where are we going?”

Unfortunately, your plea has fallen on deaf ears, as have the thousands of others you’ve thrown his way in the past 10 minutes. All that’s happened is your boyfriend picking you up bridal style and saying he’s taking you somewhere special. Nothing more, nothing less.

He hums before ‘answering’ your question. “I think you’ll know soon enough.” As if it’s the best response he could give you. And, in truth, maybe it is. Ithaqua has been a bit distant from you lately. Chances are that it's due to the onslaught of stress and depression the manor already provides, but your mind likes to jump to other conclusions. Conclusions of leaving you to side to try and survive these retched games.

The halls of the manor are eerily quiet and void of anyone in sight, minus the clacking of Ithquas stilts, making his presence known to whoever hears them. The only person you manage to spot is Orpheus, knee-deep in a newspaper burnt at the edges. He catches your eyes and gives you a knowing look. 

You wonder what it meant. 

- 

You groggily rub your eyes and stretch your arms into the heavens above you before looking around.  You're not sure when [ or where ] you fell asleep, but the view outside is nice at least. 

You feel your arms wrap around your waist, and, at first, you don’t recognize the hands of your lover. Nor have you noticed the checkered red and black picnic cloth you’ve been sitting on. The cake though is a delightful surprise and— where are you? 

You whip your head around and almost clang it against Ithaquas. Your eyes widen as only now does his face come into view and now you're falling into the bushes right next to you and—

“Baby, are you alright?” He says in such a sweet voice that it almost sounds out of character for him. [ cause it is, bitch. ] Although, it doesn’t take you long for you to nod your head and step out of his lap and into the scene he’s set up all by himself. 

“Wow, Ithaqua, it’s beautiful.” You say, gazing at the colors in front of you. 

“Me or the Sunset doll face?” He chuckles, making you let out a small giggle at his idiotic remark. “I thought I’d do something nice for you ‘cause, I know, it’s your birthday and all.”  

You kiss his cheek. “It’s lovely. Now, how about we celebrate a little, huh?” You say, draping your arms around his neck before he picks you up and spins you around. 

“Happy birthday, idiot.” 

a/n: SO out of character because god knows this is the first [ and probably last ] time I’m ever writing for him,,,,but I’d do it again for you Riel. Happy birthday 🎂.

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[hanakihan]

one moment you see Punishing Gray Raven having collab with Black Rock Shooter, Alchemy Stars having collab with Persona 5, IdentityV having collab with xxxHOLIC

what next I’ll wake up to a collab with Solo Leveling?

Actually AS x SL will be insane

Jinwoo as 6★ Water/sub Fire Converter Aurorian with sub DPS potential man—

[strawberryvera]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ VALENTINES WITH THEIR S/O —-˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

annie and edgar x gn reader head cannons!

cw: none!!

a/n: I haven’t written in forever, so I’m sorry I’m my writing comes off awkward!! I’m currently writing this at 1am, so my brain is kinda turned off so sorry if I make a sentence that litteraly just sounds like me yapping… nonetheless hope you enjoy!!

sfw!!

ANNE LESTER

- Annie was always such a sweetheart, and that never changed when she got with you! She loves Valentine’s Day, and she loves giving gifts! Expect to be given quite a few things by her.

- right when you woke up that morning, annie made sure to give you your gifts, the gifts consisted of a handmade teddy bear she gave you, and a small box of chocolates. She was particularly ecstatic about giving you the teddy bear, as toys were always the thing that bought her the most joy even at her lowest points, and she really hopes she can share that joy with you!

- cuddles on that day! Lots of them. She’s an affectionate person when it comes to you, and she makes sure to let you know that she wants today to be about you two. She will give you tons of hugs and forehead kisses :3 !!

- she also made you guys small matching wooden heart keychains! each of you got a half, and when you put it together, it forms a little wooden heart, how cute!

- you guys spent the day in annies workspace, you both sat down and made each other small wood carved toys about the size of your normal sea shell. With a bit of help from your dear annie, you made her a small wooden carved teddy bear, and a duck, and annie made you your favorite animal!

EDGAR VALDEN

- the arrogant and cold painter you where introduced to with your first interaction compared to how he is with you now, it’s almost so different to how he treats you now..I mean it’s still kinda there, but he tries his best to set that aside, especially today.

- he loves giving you his artwork as small gifts, he does it quite frequently actually. It was a portrait of you that he gave you on valentines, you can tell he spent extra time on this one to perfect it. Portraits and just drawing people in general aren’t necessarily his strong suit, so he was a bit nervous giving you it, but overall happy and content when he saw that you absolutely adored it.

- you very much loved the painting he gave you, and you made sure he knew. He loves receiving praise on his work, so you gave him lots of compliments and praises on the artwork, even if it boosted his ego a bit.

- he’s not very good at showing affection, let alone physical affection, but he tries, and he really did try today. He made sure to remind you that he loves you a lot verbally today, and made sure to give you lots of hugs today as well.

- you spent your day with edgar in the manor garden, where he painted you. He has painted you here before, but he did everything so that he could make it extra special, especially for the day it was.