#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

[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

[arn359]

This skin- I need to tuck him

[yoshinoritoshi]

I KNOW WHAT TIERLIST YOU WANNA MAKE NEXT... You want to make a "Which IDV men want a baby with Reader the most" tierlist, I know you do, Yoshi.

You're so damn right anon, or are you oomf? I'm onto you...

Elaboration below because I forgot to do them on the last tierlists:

Only after marriage: Means exactly what you think it means, despite their own feelings, they want to wait until after marriage. However, this doesn't mean they cannot be convinced to have a child early, if you know how to play your cards right.

Wants a baby asap: He wants a baby right now, literally, if you'll let him. Either because he just really likes children or really likes you, doesn't matter, do you want a baby right now, yes or no?

Want a baby eventually: In time, when things are right, maybe he'll consider a baby with you... Okay that's a lie, he wants one now, but knows he needs to be patient and wait till either things are better around him, or he's improved himself/his situation to he can live up to the concept of a good father he has inside his head.

Wants a baby, conflicted about it: They've got differing feelings in them about their desire for a child, on one hand, a baby with the person they love (you), on the other hand, new responsibilities they've never experienced, plus their own past trauma and current limitations due to their bodies... They'll need lots of comfort.

Wants a baby, too scared to have one rn: Either due to genuine fear or general anxiety, they don't think they're qualified to have a child even if they really want one. Plus, they think they'll be too scared of the baby to be a good dad, you'll have to assure them for quite a while before they'll be confident enough to ask you for a baby.

Babies are scared of him: Their auras scare children away, and for some, their appearances frighten babies as well, even their own. It's left them mostly neutral on having children, except Richard, who wants a family of at least seven regardless of how much other babies cry when he holds them. (His own children aren't scared of him at all though, lucky for him.)

The baby: Most often the cause of the other men realizing how much they want a baby with Reader, cause Robbie is cute and likes getting comfort from the survivors in the manor after bad matches (which usually includes Reader). This is mostly just an inside joke with my friends but I included him because it's funny.

And that's all! Thank you for reading this silly mostly self-indulgent thing, and no more tierlists, this was y'all's last one. I'll only make further tierlists on the server for funsies.

Also yes some of the men in the marriage tier could certainly belong in other tiers, but what matters most to them is that you're married before anything (some for religious reasons, others because they're either shy, think it's only proper, or just want to make sure you're devoted fully to them first.)

[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.

[kukustreehouse]

GANJI SCENARIOS -TAKE 1

ORANGE PEEL THEORY.

It was late in the afternoon by the time you arrived home from the grocery store. Rushing in the kitchen with only 1 bag in hand, you took out the singular orange you purchased and placed it down on the kitchen counter.

“GANJI!” You called out, holding in your excited giggles.

He ran down the stairs, almost slipping because of his socks.

“Yeah? What happened?” He asked, walking towards you; wrapping his arms around your waist as he gave you butterfly kisses on your check.

Giving a gentle smile, you asked “Can you peel this for me please?”

He chuckled before you a glance of mockery.

“Babe are you serious?”

Your smile slightly faded. “Yeah…”

He then laughed in your face. “Did you break your fingers or somethin’ ? Peel it yourself, lazy.”

You balled your fist as blush took over your face.

“W-Well, I just thought it would be nice if you peeled it for me!!”

“No, you can peel it yourself.”

You whined his name as you held onto his arms; making him stand right next to you.

“Y/N i'm not doing that shit.”

“So you hate me?!”

His eyes shot back as his brows furrowed into a confused expression.

“HUH? SINCE WHEN DID I SAY THAT?!” He yelled.

“IF YOU LOVE ME THEN YOU WOULD PEEL THE FUCKING ORANGE FOR ME!”you yelled back.

Ganji scoffed, cursing under his breath as he snatched the orange from the counter; using his thumbnail to pierce a hole in the top of the orange before peeling it. When he finished, he handed it to you.

You looked him up and down before giving a blank expression at the orange.

“So no plate?”

“Y/N DON’T PISS ME OFF, EAT THE FUCKIN’ ORANGE!” he threatened. Playfully rolling your eyes, you took the orange from his hands and watched as he grumply went back upstairs

FLIRTING.

It was late in the day as you were getting ready for bed. School wore you out and parents finished whatever was leftover of you. As you comfortably laid in your bed, you decided to go on instagram and do a little bit of scrolling before resting.

Midway through, your scrolling was disturbed by a message from your crush. As fast as the light, you clicked the notification and squealed like a child in a toyshop.

He, Ganji Gupta, was replying to a photo of you that you posted on your story.

G. 🏏: till the bed breaks.

You hid under your blanket; the heat from your heavy breathing created an overwhelming environment for you.

You texted back.

Y/U: OH?

Giggling as you waited for a reply, you shot up from underneath your blanket and ran to the other side of your room. What if this goes too far and you guys end up...you know? What if he sends a picture? You wondered so much. Then, your phone dinged.

Jumping back on your bed, you unlocked your phone and clicked the message.

“what?” was all that escaped your mouth when you read it.

G.🏏: yea.

Suddenly, you weren’t as turned on as before. It was very…unexpected. The energy he had before got drained instantly. Maybe flirting wasn’t his thing? It was ironic how he was all talk around you and his friends and in text he couldn’t even flirt!

Y/U: are u trying to ask me out or smth??

G.🏏: if you want to go out then i guess we can.

Y/U: okay then! We can probably go out this weekend if you want! :)

G.🏏: alr cya.

Y/U: bye!

He’s so awkward.

AFTERSCHOOL GAMES.

One of your favorite things to do is be a supportive significant other and show up at his cricket games after school. You love recording him and snapping photos of him whenever he's on; you literally have a whole album in your phone gallery dedicated to him and his games.

As you sat in the front row of the bleachers, you held your phone out high to make sure you captured another one of his victories. When you saw him come out, you stood up and cheered him on.

After the game, you ran off the bleachers and threw yourself onto him.

“You did so good, Ganji!” you complimented. He held you by your waist as he looked away, flustered.

“Thanks, this was an easy win, honestly,”

He looked at you and chuckled.

“Those guys fuckin’ suck!”

PROM

This was the scariest day of his life. He didn’t wanna admit it, especially in front of his friends; they knew how much of a crush he had on you, so they dared him to ask you to prom.

“Bet, that shit is lightwork!” He said, knowing damn well he folds around you.

He nervously balled his fists and kept them at the side of his torso as he repeated cool, nonchalant ways to ask you out. When he approached you, you looked up with a smile. That immediately caused him to smile before resting a hand on his neck and soon looking everywhere else but you.

“Prom…uh…” He managed to get out. You nodded slowly, “uh huh…what about it?” You asked, chuckling playfully.

A blush of red spread across his face as he continued to look away.

“You should come with me…”

Now you were a blushing mess.

“Okay! I would love to!”

Ganji nodded, saying “Cool..” before rushing off back to his friends.

When you two got there, it was awkward. The only people up and moving were Demi, Mike, Lily, and Emma. Everyone else was either eating or doing something else.

It took a few minutes of being on your phone and silently watching everyone do their own thing before you asked him to dance.

“School parties aren’t really my thing…” he mentioned as you both slow-danced to some 2000s classic song.

“Yeah, same here!” You laughed.

His cheeks turned red to your response.

“D-Don’t get me wrong- I’m always down for a party but it’s just school parties that bore me.” He further explained, looking down at the floor.

“Forreal!” you agreed, “School parties are ass!”

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - END ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

[sunflower1experiment]

A body swap situation with idv character

Basically reader and idv characters (you can choose btw) got their body swap

I choose Evelyn

This was interesting, you were cold distant and even targeting Martha meanwhile Evelyn was gentle, firm and even bantering with Richard….

“I maybe a wizard but I believe someone switched bodies with someone….” Servais says, which makes Naib and William side eye their teammate. “No who would have guessed!?”

Naib’s outburst makes Evelyn walk over with earnest, “Are you alright? Do you boys need food?”

“Hey quit talking to those three, we must discuss the next meal preparation!” You scold, Evelyn? Alright that is quite odd, Joker even noticed it and actually had to check both of the survivors eyes to see if it were the case. “Yep, they switched. Servais is correct.”

“Wait wait hold on.” Mike snickers with Martha, “Hey Evelyn, should we be allowed to wear your hats for the day?”

You immediately start saying no repeatedly but Mike shakes his head. “I said Evelyn not you.” He looks to Evelyn, while she looks over. “Don’t you dare say yes! Otherwise I swear-“

“Of course Mike!” The two give each other a high five and ran upstairs to her room, to which you glare at Evelyn. “You know I hate it when people mess with my jewelry! For that, you shall wear something elegant before Nightingale switches us back!”

Well that could be worse, if it weren’t for the fact that there was another switch.

Everyone was in awe at the sight of…Naiad helping the survivors!?

Meanwhile you wouldn’t talk or speak to anyone, instead you proceeded to whack someone with a stick of bread.

“So you and Naiad switched…This has to be the work of dream witch.”

The fact that it was, it was baffling to see the followers of Yidhra laughing at the survivors dismay. But you and Naiad got along fine, besides the fact that she kept hobbling in heels in your body while Evelyn dressed you up as a faro lady.

“See, much better than that god awful chef outfit.” It makes a few survivors poker face from hearing that. “Evelyn they are a chef…”

You finally switch back with Naiad and take the heels off, grumbling about how tight the faro lady outfit was. “Jeez, they make me feel so classy yet claustrophobic.”

Evelyn just dusts your shirt, “Yes yes I get that often. How do you think Martha felt?”

That was enough body switching for the day anyway.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that, you had to witness Norton and Orpheus switch bodies. “….Ehh Yidhra it doesn’t really make a difference. They both kinda suck.”

“Agreed.” Yidhra snaps her fingers and they return, not before cursing you and her out. Alice snickers at her boyfriend’s dismay, “Woah, Norton be nice to them. They were just trying to be playful.”

“Yea right, the least they could do is cook up a good meal.”

You shrug, “Fine. Yidhra, switch!”

She snaps her fingers, and Norton blinks, he then looks at you, but you were him. “Nah, no way- COME’ERE!”

“Agh!!” Alice covers her face while Norton tackles, himself. “Guys please- I-“

She laughs when Norton barely lands a punch but instead tries to incapacitate you from moving. “Guys you both just switched, it can’t be that bad-“

“AHHHHHH!” Emily ran in while Emma chases her, “EMILY SWITCH BACK! I CANT BE A DOCTOR!” Suddenly Kevin came in with an attitude but Patrica was behind him trying to calm him down.

“You switched everyone’s body!?” Alice says while Norton gets up, “….Least I don’t have trauma.”

“Norton- shut the heck up! Why are you so depressed! AND YOU WANTED TO BE A POET!?” You breath in agony while he nods, “Yep, and I have black lung.”

More survivors start arguing while Yima watches eagerly, Memory walks by and then sits beside Yima to watch the commotion. “Hm?”

“Eehehe mhm.” Yidhra chuckles at the sight of the two children interacting, “I’ll switch them back now. Thats enough fun anyway.”

Another snap, and then everything was back to normal.

[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

For more information :

[pocketantoniopaganini]

"Music knows no boundaries; it is the universal language of the heart." 🎻

Today is the day of San Valentin, and I decided to draw Andrea x Tonio, because somewhere in my heart their story will never be forgotten.

Happy Valentine's Day for you all!

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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?"

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[chwoppr-1]

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

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They/them

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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... ”

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[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 🎂.

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[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.)

- You will pay me at the watermarked stage. Do not try to skimp me because I do take time and effort to do these things.

- 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. )

Please use the topup site for payment. My ID is 14511368, I am in the NA / EU Servers.

https://pay.neteasegames.com/identityv/topup

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[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

[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.