#idv mary x you

[theolmtales]

Mary's Tea Time (AFAB Reader)

Mary X Reader (afab)

The Queen trapped in the manor, has her eyes on you & she has decided to grace your miserable existence by extending an invitation to you for some tea. In the end, there wasn't much talking, at least on your end.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

The sun was high, barely starting to go down and you could hear a few birds chirping in the trees as you wait at the table. Sitting on the balcony of the misty villa, you face Mary or the Bloody Queen as the survivors call her.

She had taken a liking to you during the multiple matches you had sparred against her. Now, she had decided to extend you an official invitation to her chambers for tea. Obviously, a royal invite was not something you could refuse. You just wondered how you would be able to attend, since the survivors and hunters didn’t live in the same��� space? Both parties lived in the same manor, but not on the same plane of existence, that’s what you understood.

But surprisingly enough, on the day of the rendez-vous, you opened the door leading out of your room and found yourself in the same corridor. Yet there was something strange and… unfamiliar about the place. While you were observing your environment, trying to figure out what was so wrong, you found yourself face to face with Mary’s personal butler.

While you eyed his skeleton-like appearance, he wasted no time explaining that you were currently in the hunter residences and to follow him to your destination.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach Mary’s room and once you entered, stating you were in shock would be an understatement. Her room was nothing like yours, or the other survivors for that matter. That’s a queen for ya, you thought.

After welcoming you to the misty villa, that’s how the butler called it, he escorted you to the balcony. Where Mary was waiting for you at a small table. The table was nicely decorated with a tablecloth featuring delicate roses embroidery. There was also a white porcelain tea set with gold accent assorted to the tablecloth. In the middle of the table, there was an assortment of cakes and other delicacies waiting for you.

‘‘Ah, finally. You almost made me wait,’’ she said with a smile almost a smirk as she looked you up and down.

‘‘Pardon me, Your Majesty. I’m afraid I’m not used to these kinds of things.’’ You replied, trying to sound polite. It did sound like something high society people would say, right?

‘‘Obviously. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you have, after all. How lucky you are,’’ she replied, closing her black eyes in contentment, her hands resting under her chin.

So, here you were, basking in the sun as you waited for her maid to bring you more tea. You had put on your best articles of clothing, but it was pale figure in comparison to hers. While you were restrained to a certain dress code during the matches, you could wear anything you wanted outside of them. The wardrobes in people’s room were filled with all the clothes the person had possessed in their life. However, due to the situation you were all stuck in, people didn’t really bother wearing anything outside of basic clothing. Just a change of color here and there, usually.

End thus, Mary’s outfit was the first thing that struck you when you saw her sitting at the table. It was, simply put, gorgeous. She wore a knee-length black dress enhanced with white and red. A translucent red ribbon was attached to the back and trailing down behind her while slowly fading to black at the end. Her hands were draped in short white gloves and one of her hands held a simple yet exquisite red fan. Her head was adorned with a small black hat who also featured a red ribbon tied in a bow. Roses were spread symmetrically along her dress and her legs were covered by black tights with red high heels.

You could hardly take your eyes of her pretty attire. She was already a beauty with her simple red hunter dress, but now that was next level.

She takes a cup and start sipping on it, letting you take in her beauty. As she puts her cup down, she says:

‘‘My, you do know it is rude to stare?’’

‘‘Ah! I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s the first time I see you without your usual red dress. Your dress is so beautiful.’’

She put a slight irritated look on her face ‘‘You didn’t actually believe that I would wear that dress outside of matches? Please! If I had any authority over that, I wouldn’t even be wearing that thing. Such a miserable dress to have put on my person!’’

‘‘Oh, I see. It certainly is a plain dress, but I think that its simplicity makes you shine even more!’’ You say, smiling at her.

She takes a moment to look at you blankly, then give you a predatory smile. ‘‘You sure know how to pay a compliment to a lady…’’ She uses her fan to raise your chin.

‘‘But when you partake in conversation with royalty, you should know better than to run your mouth and eyes like that.’’ She says in a sweet, but cold tone.

Your eyes widen at her tone and the look she gives you, while utterly sweet, is imbued with a warning.

‘‘Now… What shall I do with such an ill-mannered little pet?’’ She contemplates her options.

‘‘Eyeing a lady with no restraint, running their mouth with no care and unable to even make a decision as simple as choosing a pastry.’’ She says with a huff, her gaze shifting at your empty plate for a short period of time.

You don’t know what she has in mind, but her tone and piercing gaze are making your imagination run wild. Your cheeks are burning up under her stare.

‘‘Since you cannot decide for yourself, let’s play a game!’’

She walks up to you gracefully and place herself behind your chair. You try to look back, but she ushes you strictly. She takes off a ribbon that was previously used as decoration on your chair and ties it up around your head, effectively covering your eyes.

She lowers her head right beside your ear as she talks to you. ‘‘Now, I’m going to make you taste some of the pastries and you’re going to tell me, which one it is.’’ You can hear her talons on the ground as she walks back to her seat. ‘‘If you answer correctly, I shall reward you. But if you get it wrong…’’ she lingered on the word. ‘‘Well, you’ll see for yourself once we get there. Now, shall we?’’

She sounds way too happy when saying that last part, but you gulp and answer her. ‘‘Y-yes’’

‘‘Yes, who? Theses manners will get you in trouble, before we even start our play pet.’’

‘‘My sincere apologies, your Majesty!’’

She humpfs and you can feel the satisfied smile in her voice ‘‘Good girl.’’

‘‘Now say aah.’’

You open your mouth, and she puts the spoon inside of it. Once the metallic taste of the spoon is gone, you feel the crispy texture of the dough first. Then, it’s soon followed by the sugary taste of whip cream mixt with something that reminded you of early summer.

You answer her once you’re done eating it. ‘‘berries tart?’’

‘‘Très bien! Now your reward.’’

You can feel her shift and after a moment of curious anticipation her nails come crazing at your wrist. You first feel her cold breath on your ear and then her lips pressing into a soft kiss, all the while she draws small symbols on the length of your arm. She ends the interaction with a soft caress on your shoulder. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

‘‘Now, let’s see if you can figure out this one.’’ She talks with a satisfied tone, probably because of your previous success.

Once again you open your mouth when she tells you to. As she puts the sweet in your mouth you can feel the tips of her fingers brush against your lips in a ghost touch. As for the sweet, the texture is soft on the inside and crispy near the edges. You take a moment to figure out the taste. But nothing comes to mind and even when you try to recall the sweets you saw on the table you can’t find one that fit. You feel a soft hazelnut flavor, among the sweetness but that’s all. So, you decide to try whatever come to your mind that could fit.

Once you give your answer, silence falls in the room. You swear the temperature drops a few degrees, despite the open balcony in the middle of summer.

‘‘…How disappointing. It’s a madeleine.’’ She finally tells you in a cold tone.

The tone makes you stiffen on your chair as you wait for her to continue.

‘‘You know what happens to people who disappoint me, right?’’ You gulp.

‘‘Time for punishment. Now, how should I go about it?’’

You wait for what seems an eternity, probably part of what Mary intends, getting anxious on your seat. Finally, you hear her moves; her chair being push on the floor as she probably gets up. What happens next makes you jump in surprise as you feel something hot be poured on your collarbones.

The liquid is hot and has a floral scent. While it doesn’t burn, the temperature is on the verge of doing so, and your skin has probably already turn red under the assault. Trying to take on the electric shock that was send to your nerves, you start to breath heavily. Gasping as the tea runs down your chest, getting in between your breasts and trickling down your belly.  Your clothes clinging to your skin, absorbing some of the heat but mostly preventing your skin from escaping it once the tea has drenched you.

Her voice can finally be heard again as you hear her put down the kettle on the nap.

‘‘Oh my, it seems there is some left. How dare you waste my most prized tea!’’

Not understanding, you start getting nervous again as you heard her footstep approaching again. Then, you feel a tongue lick at your collarbone. There were some droplets of tea still clinging to your skin and Mary made sure to lick every last drop. Her tongue going lower, until she reaches the beginning of your breast, but stops there. Only teasing you.

‘‘This is a punishment for your lack of knowledge, not a reward dear.’’ She says with her cold voice. Yet you can’t prevent yourself from feeling excited and it’s even worse with that tone she’s using.

You can hear her sit again and take something before she orders you to open. As she put the next piece in your mouth, you feel the consistence of a cake, it’s smooth and melt slightly. There’s a soft sugary taste mix with the more acidic one present.

‘‘Lemon cake.’’

‘‘Ah! Voilà une réponse qui ravie mes oreilles! Mmm… It would be a shame to waste such a delicacy.’’

Before you know it, her lips are on yours. Under your blindfold, your eyes widen at the direct action. Mary waste not time to push her tongue past your lips and have a taste of your lemon-flavored mouth. After a moment of exchanging kisses, her hands reach for your hairs and push your head back with some great strength.

‘‘Tell me pet, what do you want?’’ She murmurs.

You answer quickly ‘‘Whatever you wish, my queen.’’

‘‘Oh my, you are a quick learner.’’ She uses her other hand to caress your neck and chin as she talks.

‘‘Stay.’’

You wait in your chair as the sound of her footstep grow more distant. But it doesn’t take long for the sound to grow closer again. She tells you to stay put and you feel the rough texture of a rope bind your wrists and ankles to the chair. Once she is satisfied, she takes place on your thighs.

‘‘Now prove to me, you would do anything for your Queen.’’ She says as she pushes another piece of sweet into your mouth.

She wastes no time in opening your top. With her weapon… You can feel the broken piece of glass scratch to your skin, barely touching it, but leaving a burning mark in its wake.

Once she is done with that, you feel her shift as if she is grabbing something behind her. After that, it doesn’t take long before you feel something cold get place on the top of your breast. The sudden icy feeling makes the hair stand on your skin, giving you goosebump as she moves slowly along the marks she previously left. Leaving a trail of water behind it. Some cold droplets fall here and there with your body heat.

Your breath starts to itch as the ice come closer to your nipple. Mary makes a few circles before she presses what is left of the cube on it. The ice creates a burning sensation while as melts away, sending a sensation of excitement directly to your cunt.

Once the last parcel of ice has melted away, she takes another cube and repeats the process with your other nipple. As she moves, she takes in every little sound you make. Her eyes stalking the movements of your mouth as you find it hard to breath, because of your enhance senses. With the third cube, she slowly makes her way down to your stomach along your sternum making your breath hitch.

She then leaves you again. You can feel her staring at your disheveled state before grabbing something else on the table.

‘‘Open wide pet.’’

You do as she say, feeling the porcelain touch your bottom lip gently before she pours the tea inside your mouth. You feel the hot liquid burns your throat as you gulp it down. The tea has a gentle floral aroma with a subtle hint of bitterness. It reminds you of roses.

Some of the tea fall down the skin of your throat, leaving a burning sensation all the way down to your torso. Seeing the mess, Mary speaks.

‘‘Tsk, what a messy pet I got. How dare you waste some of my favorite tea. Well, if you don’t want it, I’ll just take it.’’

She put down her cup and you feel her put one of her knees on your side. Then a hand come to cup your chin and lift it on the side. It’s soon followed by her tongue following the lines of tea. Starting from between your breast, slowly going up your throat and stopping to nip at your jugular, before continuing until she reaches your lips. She stops right before them and leaves a soft kiss leaving you wanting more. You chase after her lips, but she backs away, putting a finger on your lips.

‘‘Tututu… Do you really think you deserve it?’’

‘‘It was an accident! I didn’t mean to drop the tea.’’ You can feel her burning gaze on you and you’re sure she’s smirking.

You follow with. ‘‘But it wasn’t wasted in the end, don’t you think it was a great way to enjoy your tea?’’

She takes a pause and knowing her, there’s half a chance she’ll agree, or she’ll be mad. But since you’ve followed her orders, she should be in quite a good mood.

‘‘Mmmh, I guess you’re right. It was quite delectable.’’

Great! Your body relaxing at her positive response.

Unbeknown to you, she notices the movement of your shoulder and smile.

‘‘I guess this deserve a reward’’ She mewls in your ear. Caressing the nap of your hair slowly.

You feel her hand go down yet again, caressing your soft body as she reaches down. She gets inside your clothes and starts stroking your clit. Once she hears you respond positively, she undoes your bottom clothes to get a better access and move her fingers more freely.

Her fingers get back near your clit, drawing circle motions slowly as she come closer. She then pass over your clit, putting pressure and inserting one finger into you. She moves them in and out a couple of time, before taking them out to go back to your clit. This time putting more pressure on it. She repeats this motions a few times until your panting and moaning.

Before you can reach your high, she takes her fingers out. You whine pathetically trying to make her come back. She tuts you.

‘‘Now, now. If you start acting up, I will need to stop this here.’’

‘‘I’m sorry, my Queen’’

You feel her frown a little, but she answers: ‘‘I really need to inculpate you with proper etiquette, but this will do for now’’

You then feel her shift on your thigh before she continues.

‘‘Open again, pet. you made quite a mess there.’’

You open wide. Eager to please her and she puts her cum coated fingers in your mouth. You waste no time in licking them clean. Doing your best to please her.

She takes out her fingers and tells you ‘‘Bien.’’ Before giving you a kiss.

Her kiss deviates to go down your neck as her tongue tease your throat once again. One of her hands find her way to your breast and start caressing them. Her other hand gets back to making you squirm.

She presses harder onto that bundle of nerve inside of you, making your moans turn into high pitched pleas. Her teeth scrap at your nipple before she takes a soft bite and start sucking on them.

Her fingers run in and out of you, sometimes switching to caress and press onto your clit. Your body feel like a furnace, and you can’t help but moans louder. You’re sure she’s pretty pleased with herself and the effect she has on you. You can feel a knot start to form inside of you, the more she plays with you.

You finally feel the knot explode. Your walls clenching around her fingers as she keeps pumping them inside and stimulate your clit to make you ride out your orgasm. You let out one last moans before trying to regain your breath and the control over what’s left of your senses. Your body feeling numbs.

As you’re coming down from your high, you first feel what you assume to be Mary soft hairs, brush against your cheeks, followed by her lips that comes to rest softly on yours. Her hands caressing your cheek, to show her approval.

She takes your blindfold off, letting it slide on the floor as it reveals your lovesick state. Your tired gaze only focused on her while you’re panting. The sudden return off light makes you blinks to adjust your sight, while she passes her thumb over your bottom lip. She smiles proudly.

‘‘Good survivor.’’

(Maybe if you’re more well behave, she’ll let you make her cum next time…)

Meanwhile Mary's maid decided it was a good time to go restock on tea leaves on the other side of the manor.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

In Every Reflection I Hope You Wish Me A Sweet Birthday

MY QUEEN MY LOVE MY -screams in reine qui danse playing for the 100th time-

Rated T | Warnings: None its gay

You smiled when she left you. In every reflection peering into infinite lives branching from broken shards of her perfect kingdom, you always smile when she lives.

Always days after her birthday, when she is young enough to have her beauty but old enough to be sent away to be married. You are by her side from the beginning to the end when she leaves you brokenhearted but smiling for her.

The False Hope, is what they call it when she shifts the mirrors to create her ideal kingdom. They will try to shatter her image but will only make her stronger, a broken mirror is still useful in pieces. They can reflect and cut.

In another world, she dies and you are married, you still smile when she breaks your heart and steps on it while announcing her engagement at a party you planned for her all month. When you are alone, Mary sees you crying as you cling to your chest as the heart is often fragile as glass. Mary once more leaves, and you move on to survive.

She must find you! Find you at the right moment and take you into this perfect forever paradise!

On a rainy day, you stand over her grave in the pouring rain. You have a pile of letters in your hand, unsent letters, and flowers in your other hand.

“Happy birthday, Mary. I'm sorry I… We couldn't see each other. These aren't much but… I wanted to send these… But… you know why I couldn't.”

Because it makes her face the reality she loved only you, and will only love you. There is never a world, a reflection, where she does not give you her honest brightest smile. When you would find her alone and entertain her with idle chatter of gossip or your latest painting always showing your improvement.

The unfinished masterpiece of a sculpture… Destroyed always before you could finish it. It is always a connection to her destroyed when you let go of the hope of seeing her, waiting for later, praying to see her walk through the doors of your atelier.

She finds the reflection, the long mirror you keep to the side of the room, it is used for reflecting light, making self-portraits, or using yourself as a reference for a pose.

Covered in paints, you are hard at work on a large canvas.

The commission from her husband. It had been salt upon a wound he had no idea about, though if he did he would still have you create the piece.

It is her birthday, you just now finish the piece on a grand scale, and it will be picked up to be taken to the palace. And Mary will cry over it, it becomes the only piece of art she will ever care about. Her emotional attachment to it will spark a rumor of her narcissism, few will say the artist was her past lover but none put weight to those words.

She loves you. Loves you more than you know.

It is nighttime and you are drinking cheap wine, you are sitting by the open window, the fall breeze is warm, and the sound of celebration for the queen. You have two glasses out on the small table you use to place your paints, both glasses full of cheap wine with hints of strawberry, your glass is almost as empty as your broken heart.

I found you, my love.

You rub your swollen eyes from crying, the atelier empty without the canvas of her. Your first love— True love— She stole your heart with her smile and sweet voice. Mary never once allowed you a moment to not be in the same room as her, to have her perfume linger; she was your Helen of Troy, and you the fool Paris. To be loved by a star, a muse to paint or sculpt a thousand pieces, and to be adored the way she deserved.

Look upon me once more, my love.

You laugh humorously as you swear you can hear her, the sweet voice of your Helen of Troy, God, you only have drank a glass. Looking at the bottle, you reach out for—

Name!

You stand up knocking over the bottle and spilling it all over the table and floor, in a state of shock, you stand there frozen. The voice was louder, you swore you saw her image in the glass bottle! No, you are simply delusional… You should not have taken that commission! Now you are once more miserable! Fresh tears spill, streaming down your face, you turn your head away as your lips press together to try to stop the whimper of agony from turning into an angsty scream.

My love, your fragile heart. Give me the pieces, this time I shall now shatter them.

“You are cruel,” Shaking your head, “Will you not allow me to be a broken-hearted fool in peace!” You had not meant to shout your pain, “Go away! Haunt me when you're dead!” You snap open your eyes ready to throw your glass at the mirror then stop mid-motion of your swing.

“My artist.” There she is dressed in a gown of spectacular beauty with a crown upon her head, you rub your eyes with your free hand and then blink. Her smile widened, “Come to me, allow me to free you of this pain I caused.”

You take a step forward, then another, her hand stretched out towards you. In dazzling lights you see her hand coming out of your mirror. “Are you… Please be real. If this is a dream then let death claim me now for I do not wish to wake up.”

“I am real. If you come with me now, only my love will claim you.”

Her love is like the fresh strawberries, lace stocking; her eyes locked on you as modeled for you wearing nothing but a strawberry in her mouth and lace stocking, her finger beckoning you to join her on a nest of sheets. Never has a woman charmed you to the point of enslaving your heart, her every word had you on your knees to please her.

You quickly go to her and take her hand, “Mary!” Once more you give her your heart with the pieces. She pulls you into the mirror, pulls you into her arms where you are meant to be.

Later days after the party, in the newspapers, there will be a report about an artist gone missing. There is only a shattered mirror in your atelier.

[rosemaze-reveries]

false hope mary in da brain.... imagine 👹👹....... her only recollection of her life comes from the fragments she sees in her mirrors. she finds scatterings of you across her memories, but no mirror reveals your fate. wherever she searches, all she can gather is a semblance of your existence. who are you? she's certain she'd find her answer to understanding everything through you. still, you remain untouchable, just a mirage looming in her long gone past.

as the queen of dreams, she fashions 'models' in your likeness, in hopes of sating the emptiness you left in her. none ever portray you perfectly enough, and she feels further disconnected from the 'you' she longs for

but, gradually, traces of her former self find their way back to her, and it occurs to her that she might have played a more direct hand in your undoing than she first expected

[queenofthepirates83]

BEN Drowned with reader who is like Mary the bloody queen :3

💕💕💕

I haven’t played idv in so long so bear with me with these headcannons <3 hope you enjoy, anon!

Ben Drowned with a reader like Bloody Queen

Tag: headcannons, one-shot

TW: short, mentions of murder, tell me if I missed anything else!

Words: 416

A/N: I’ve had this in my inbox for a few days, I’m so sorry it took so long, I just didn’t wanna research about Bloody Queen because for some reason I thought she had way more abilities than she actually does 😭

He didn’t realize you had those types of powers until a month or two into dating.

He thought it was cool the way you dressed, in these big Victorian like dresses

He loves when you just kinda pick him up when he falls down and hold him like you’re dancing(I honestly don’t know, he just likes it)

He really likes the variety of dresses you have(when you aren’t around he puts them on and poses like he’s a model or something)

When he did find out you have this ability to do an aqua mirror and are able to control everything with your reflection he was amazed.

You two were walking around the woods, which wasn’t necessary his style as he was more of somebody who just sits in his room and plays games.

Anyway, it was dusk outside, which meant the sun was down. There was little light outside due to the set sun, only a dark blue where it was setting.

You walked beside Ben, holding hands and listening to each other. He ranted to you about some game he was currently playing that he seemed really interested in.

You looked through the thick leaves of the tall trees, noticing smoke, most likely from a campfire you assumed.

You glanced over to Ben, who was still ranting on about his game. You squeezed his hand, causing him to shut up and look at you.

You nodded with your head in the direction of the campfire, to which he glanced over and stared at the dim glow through the trees.

You let go of his hand to sway yours around, moving it in front of you and flicking it. Suddenly the white and light blue mirror and reflection could be seen from where the two of you were by the campfire surrounded by young adults, drinking and fucking.

Your reflection, who you liked to call ‘your twin’, quickly killed them off, as you walked around as if you were there instead.

Ben stared at you, almost mesmerized, his eyes flicking between you and your reflection a ways away.

After that he always wanted to see it again.

The second time he saw your reflection in the aqua mirror he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again.

Along with the variety of dresses you have, he also finds your variety of weapons interesting.

All in all he wants to constantly see your reflection and finds you interesting in general.

[mocha-moch4]

Hey!! Could you do Bloody Queen doing bondage to AFAB!GN!Reader if that's okay? I'm seeing so much male idv characters x reader and I need some wlw love...

A/n: annon I love you 😣 The girls of idv don’t get nearly as much love as they deserve. I’m so tired of ppl ignoring how pretty Mary is..

Pairing: Mary x AFAB!Reader

Summary: simple bondage with Mary

Warnings: being tied up/bondage duh, fingering, cunnilingus, French(“you look beautiful like this, dear”) this one is nasty guys

Mary always had considered herself a reserved and well respected woman, yet here she was face buried in between your legs; the sounds of her tongue lapping up against your soaked cunt filled the room.

The ropes confining your hands to her extravagant bed frame scraped against your wrist harshly. But bloody hell, you could not care less. Pitiful whimpers accompanied by whines escaped your mouth sinfully. Your back arched as well as it could with your restraints.

Your thighs trembled, hands itching to grab the back of her hair to somehow guide her head. It was probably for the best however, since she may have complained about it afterwards. But never in the moment; in the moment, the only thing Mary thinks about is watching your face unravel from in between your legs.

“Mmm, poor thing. Do you enjoy struggling like this, dear?” she sang, venom filled lust rang out in your head. You knew Mary had a power trip when it came to this but damn. She slowly lapped up the juices that seeped out of your puffy hole, wiping her mouth sophisticatedly; she’s a lady, after all.

She pulled away from your hot core, a string of saliva intermingled with your silk connecting the two. A whine danced off your tongue again, missing the feeling of her ravishing you like a woman starved. You didn’t want to take it for granted however, you did still appreciate her eating you out despite her hesitancy towards a big mess.

Feeling a cold hand come up to cup your breast sent a chill down your back. But any wiggles were stuffed by the feeling of her free hand gripping your ankles, snaking the red rope around them, tying the knot tightly. It may have seemed counterintuitive, but hey, your brain was already mush from the pleasure, so what did you know.

“Turn around for me, sweetheart.” she smiled sinisterly, feigning innocence. Panting like a dog, you agreed, flipping to sit up on your knees, using the high elevation from which your hands are tied to keep your body up whilst you bent over, giving her a perfect view of your drenched cunt. Your back arched from the position, having your arms tied above your head and your ankles stuck together you were helpless to resist her.

She took her middle and ring finger into her mouth, soaking them. Afterwards, a hand came up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at her as she slipped her wetted fingers into you, finally giving you the pleasure that was stripped away from you. You cried out at the entry of her long boney fingers, taking her mouth into your own, tasting a bit of yourself from earlier.

You moaned and mewled into the kiss, eyes rolling back whenever she hit the spot she was oh so familiar with. And you could do nothing but take it, only being able to wiggle, as moving any of your limbs wasn’t an option. Despite how cruel your lover could be in bed, she did make it feel delicious in the process.

“tu es belle comme ça, chérie” she spoke lowly in your ear, watching you struggle and cry as you quickly approached your high.

Now, just how will you repay your queen?

Woah confession time guys but this is my first time writing actual smut 😣 sorry if it’s dookie I’m still learning trust! Also shout out to u if u caught my bloody hell pun. Yes ikik I’m so funny

[ddenryu]

i request info about your favorite IDV ship?! (Mine personally is nortdrew and lucadrew but shhh)

vicdrew my love.. I have a list/ranking of my favorite ships so lemme get it out :p

vicdrew (Victor x Andrew)

elisop (Eli x Aesop)

meepy (Mike x Weepy)

demilly (demi x Melly)

nortluca (norton x Luca)

michimary (michiko x mary)

luchinini (Luchino x Antonio)

artmike (me x mike 😍❤️🤤)

edmike (Edgar x Mike)

Being a multishipper iso so nice, you guys BETTER NOT attack me in my inbox for these

[akuma-tenshi]

so this is a big, long rant about sexism in the idv community bc it's been on my mind lately and i need to put it out there. this is what i've observed after almost four years in the fandom and been stewing on for a long-ass time. if you don't feel like reading an essay on how annoyed some random enby on the internet is, then don't click the read more and just keep scrolling. don't interact with this post if all you're gonna do is get mad; i'm not here to piss anyone off, just make observations. and if this isn't your experience, good for you and please direct me to whatever circles you run in because i need to be there.

so, i've noticed that the idv fandom is extremely shit when it comes to how they treat female characters, and nobody really.. talks about it?? the only person i've ever seen actually discuss it used it as a way to drum up sympathy for ada. which, if you know me, you know really fucking pisses me off. because there are SO MANY OTHER EXAMPLES of sexism in this community, but no, clearly because we have sympathy for a male victim of abuse we're being sexist towards his abuser.

the thing is. there is so much to point to when you talk about how the fandom is sexist. it's very common to see female characters boiled down to just a couple traits. mary?? hot mommy step on me. michiko?? soft and gentle and demure (don't think i won't notice the weird shit about how that's a very common stereotype of asian women btw i see it). demi?? hot and drinks a lot. emma and lily are "uwu mentally ill babies". annie is soft. emily is either an irredeemable monster or a bitch, depending on who you're talking to. patricia is scary and mean. sangria's a girlboss, grace is soft and gentle, martha is spunky. and if you ask anyone their thoughts / ideas on these characters beyond those short descriptors you get nothing. i'm starting to fucking hate the word "girlboss" because it's all anyone says in response to like half these characters.

male characters are given alllllll the nuance in the world you can't talk to an aesop fan without them going into their endless headcanons / theories on why he's the way he is or how he's not actually that bad of a person or how cute he is or whatever. look at norton, or eli, or orpheus, or luca, or edgar, or joseph, or ithaqua, or any characters in that vein, and look at how the fandom treats them. look at the endless fanfictions and character studies and ships and x readers and headcanons. and then look at what female characters get. nowhere near that much.

i feel like margaretha and emily are the ones who suffer the most from this male-centric view by the fandom. they're characters who are inherently intricate, whose actions can't be explained away as entirely good or entirely bad. but that doesn't stop people from actively trying. they're going to act like margaretha wasn't being horrifically mistreated by her husband and just decided to burn down the circus for funsies or whatever. they're going to act like emily isn't trying so fucking hard to help emma and repent for what she's done. neither of them are meant to be read as black-and-white, but people will try because if they have to use more than two braincells on a female character they're going to implode.

meanwhile you get paragraph after paragraph about the intricacies of the argument between luca and alva. you get so many people analysing the relationship between norton and orpheus and how they're both kinda dicks but also both kinda have points. you get endless people defending joseph's actions bc his brother's dead and he's terrified of growing old / forgetting the people he loved / dying. you get so many fucking stories about how y'know, edgar's not that bad actually.

AND I'M NOT AGAINST ANALYSING THESE CHARACTERS!!! idv, especially in recent years, has been doing some great things with character writing. like, fuck 'em, they've got their issues, but they're still really good with some stuff and deserve credit. but don't act like it's not obvious how so many people have overlooked women (and poc, don't think i've noticed people ignoring the intricacies behind william and ganji as characters as well in favour of "himbo" and "bastard who cares", but i'm white so that's not exactly my place to talk) in favour of their favourite skinny whiteboy of the week.

they're that way with older-looking characters, too. if an idv guy has facial hair, you bet your ass he's also getting boiled down to his base traits. jose's an alcoholic, kevin is self-sacrificing and likes women, kurt is a little guy, kreacher is Awful, charles basically doesn't fucking exist anymore. but again not the focus of the talk atm.

it's just. so upsetting. esp. since most of my favourite idv characters are women but everyone i talk to about them is like "oh yeah demi's hot" or "aww annie's such a nervous little baby" or "god patricia's such a cool girlboss". and even when the shit they say is positive in a vacuum it still makes me so upset bc THAT'S NOT ALL THEY ARE!! demi is kind and loving and hardworking in the face of a world that only ever hurt her. annie's life has been an endless stream of pain and heartbreak and the only thing she really wants is freedom. patricia is literally cursed and is trying to find her place in the world.

also. i fucking hate ada but she falls victim to this too. as much as i despise the "you dislike her just bc you're sexist" thing and as horribly uncomfortable as she makes me, don't act like you haven't seen how her entire character is boiled down to how much she "loves" this man. don't act like you haven't seen how her entire character, all of her promise and potential, is forgotten in favour of that fucking trainwreck of a relationship. i bet half the fandom can't tell me anything about her other than her relationship with emil. emil suffers from this too, with his backstory and personality and life of abuse becoming an afterthought, but again, not what we're focusing on.

this is not an isolated thing or confined solely to the idv fandom. this happens in fandoms everywhere. but because idv is so close to my heart i feel like i really need to talk about it. there's so little content of female characters when there's fucking daily content of male ones. and don't get me wrong, i do like male characters. norton is literally one of my favourite fictional characters and i love talking about / analysing him. but i can guarantee a lot of people wouldn't be so interested in him if he was a woman.

sorry, just needed to get that off my chest. mandatory "this doesn't apply to everyone in the fandom" and "if this doesn't apply to you then i'm not fucking talking about you". we were so against the ashley wood collaboration bc of how much he sexualised michiko (and women in general) but like. do y'all really care that much?? bc i really don't think you do.

[jeevaschrist]

hi hi everyone! i've decided to do my own july writing challenge since i can't find any good ones. i know i'm late so i'm going to try to catch up and crank out a bunch of writing tonight. oh well. so i've decided to choose my top 31 favorite songs and then decide from those which character i feel relates to that and why. nothing super fun to read for you all if you don't know the music i guess, but still something fun to do. here's the list of thing's i'll be writing about (i might actually write some fics if it's a ship, idk, ideas are flowing). they'll have links to them when i post them, so just check this list :) i'll be posting a masterlist too soon so this is easier to find

july 1: mine (taylor's version) - nikolai x reader (bsd)

july 2: haunted (taylor's version) - fyodor x reader (bsd)

july 3: all too well (10 minute version) (taylor's version) (from the vault) undecided (i have some ideas but i'm not sure yet)

july 4: all you had to do was stay - soukoku (bsd)

july 5: anti-hero - light yagami (death note)

july 6: are you satisfied? - light yagami (death note)

july 7: bad blood - lawlight (death note)

july 8: vampire - lucifer, diavolo, barbatos (obey me)

july 9: paper rings - mammon x reader (obey me)

july 10: the man - akiko yosano (bsd)

july 11: hits different - undecided

july 12: still into you - joe x cherry (sk8)

july 13: how you get the girl - yosano x kouyou (bsd)

july 14: ghost - barbatos x diavolo x reader (obey me)

july 15: cruel summer - albedo x kaeya (genshin impact)

july 16: pierre - albedo x kaeya (genshin impact)

july 17: favorite crime - undecided

july 18: getaway car - matt x mello (death note)

july 19: message in a bottle (taylor's version) - beidou x ningguang (genshin impact)

july 20: enchanted (taylor's version) - undecided

july 21: miss americana and the heartbreak prince - joe x cherry (sk8)

july 22: glowing in the dark - soukoku (bsd)

july 23: mister perfectly fine - asmo x reader (obey me!)

july 24: devil doesn't bargain - undecided

july 25: in the stars - dazai x oda (bsd)

july 26: like i can - lisa x jean (genshin impact)

july 27: mary on a cross - lawlight (death note)

july 28: when you're gone - undecided

july 29: unsaid emily - undecided (probably idv emily x emma)

july 30: better together - riven and sky (fate winx saga)

july 31: check yes, juliet - matt x mello (death note)

if anyone has other song suggestions or ideas for the undecideds plspls send them in and i'll see if there's a day where i can write them in!

[fakesaintess]

welcome! this is a blog where i'll post things relating to my aus as well as take writing (and sometimes art) requests. below cut are some guidelines and links to certain tags.

What can I request from you?

You can request both art (Examples in art tag.) and fanfics (Examples in fanfic tag)

For those requests I'm fine with near anything being asked of me, including nsfw. If something comes up that I will not create for, like proship content, I will say so when it arises. Fanfiction will usually be created faster than art pieces, which often may be sketches, so keep that in mind when requesting.

Examples of requests: "Can I see Nyota Riddle Rosehearts?" "I would like a fanfic about Trey x Cater in cookie run au" "Can I have Mary from IDV x Fem Reader?"

What fandoms do you create for?

Fandoms I do are Twisted Wonderland (I will default to the game canon, but I will do novel and manga canons if asked), Identity V (Including specific essences), Obey Me (Especially Nightbringer), Project Sekai, Vocaloid, and Cookie Run (Ovenbreak and Kingdom)

More fandoms may be added later but this is all for now.

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[theolmtales]

Mary's Tea Time (AMAB Reader)

Mary X Reader (amab)

The Queen trapped in the manor, has her eyes on you & she has decided to grace your miserable existence by extending an invitation to you for some tea. In the end, there wasn't much talking, at least on your end.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

The sun was high, barely starting to go down and you could hear a few birds chirping in the trees as you wait at the table. Sitting on the balcony of the misty villa, you face Mary or the Bloody Queen as the survivors call her.

She had taken a liking to you during the multiple matches you had sparred against her. Now, she had decided to extend you an official invitation to her chambers for tea. Obviously, a royal invite was not something you could refuse. You just wondered how you would be able to attend, since the survivors and hunters didn’t live in the same… space? Both parties lived in the same manor, but not on the same plane of existence, that’s what you understood.

But surprisingly enough, on the day of the rendez-vous, you opened the door leading out of your room and found yourself in the same corridor. Yet there was something strange and… unfamiliar about the place. While you were observing your environment, trying to figure out what was so wrong, you found yourself face to face with Mary’s personal butler.

While you eyed his skeleton-like appearance, he wasted no time explaining that you were currently in the hunter residences and to follow him to your destination.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach Mary’s room and once you entered, stating you were in shock would be an understatement. Her room was nothing like yours, or the other survivors for that matter. That’s a queen for ya, you thought.

After welcoming you to the misty villa, that’s how the butler called it, he escorted you to the balcony. Where Mary was waiting for you at a small table. The table was nicely decorated with a tablecloth featuring delicate roses embroidery. There was also a white porcelain tea set with gold accent assorted to the tablecloth. In the middle of the table, there was an assortment of cakes and other delicacies waiting for you.

‘‘Ah, finally. You almost made me wait,’’ she said with a smile almost a smirk as she looked you up and down.

‘‘Pardon me, Your Majesty. I’m afraid I’m not used to these kinds of things.’’ You replied, trying to sound polite. It did sound like something high society people would say, right?

‘‘Obviously. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you have, after all. How lucky you are,’’ she replied, closing her black eyes in contentment, her hands resting under her chin.

So, here you were, basking in the sun as you waited for her maid to bring you more tea. You had put on your best articles of clothing, but it was pale figure in comparison to hers. While you were restrained to a certain dress code during the matches, you could wear anything you wanted outside of them. The wardrobes in people’s room were filled with all the clothes the person had possessed in their life. However, due to the situation you were all stuck in, people didn’t really bother wearing anything outside of basic clothing. Just a change of color here and there, usually.

End thus, Mary’s outfit was the first thing that struck you when you saw her sitting at the table. It was, simply put, gorgeous. She wore a knee-length black dress enhanced with white and red. A translucent red ribbon was attached to the back and trailing down behind her while slowly fading to black at the end. Her hands were draped in short white gloves and one of her hands held a simple yet exquisite red fan. Her head was adorned with a small black hat who also featured a red ribbon tied in a bow. Roses were spread symmetrically along her dress and her legs were covered by black tights with red high heels.

You could hardly take your eyes of her pretty attire. She was already a beauty with her simple red hunter dress, but now that was next level.

She takes a cup and start sipping on it, letting you take in her beauty. As she puts her cup down, she says:

‘‘My, you do know it is rude to stare?’’

‘‘Ah! I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s the first time I see you without your usual red dress. Your dress is so beautiful.’’

She put a slight irritated look on her face ‘‘You didn’t actually believe that I would wear that dress outside of matches? Please! If I had any authority over that, I wouldn’t even be wearing that thing. Such a miserable dress to have put on my person!’’

‘‘Oh, I see. It certainly is a plain dress, but I think that its simplicity makes you shine even more!’’ You say, smiling at her.

She takes a moment to look at you blankly, then give you a predatory smile. ‘‘You sure know how to pay a compliment to a lady…’’ She uses her fan to raise your chin.

‘‘But when you partake in conversation with royalty, you should know better than to run your mouth and eyes like that.’’ She says in a sweet, but cold tone.

Your eyes widen at her tone and the look she gives you, while utterly sweet, is imbued with a warning.

‘‘Now… What shall I do with such an ill-mannered little pet?’’ She contemplates her options.

‘‘Eyeing a lady with no restraint, running their mouth with no care and unable to even make a decision as simple as choosing a pastry.’’ She says with a huff, her gaze shifting at your empty plate for a short period of time.

You don’t know what she has in mind, but her tone and piercing gaze are making your imagination run wild. Your cheeks are burning up under her stare.

‘‘Since you cannot decide for yourself, let’s play a game!’’

She walks up to you gracefully and place herself behind your chair. You try to look back, but she ushes you strictly. She takes off a ribbon that was previously used as decoration on your chair and ties it up around your head, effectively covering your eyes.

She lowers her head right beside your ear as she talks to you. ‘‘Now, I’m going to make you taste some of the pastries and you’re going to tell me, which one it is.’’ You can hear her talons on the ground as she walks back to her seat. ‘‘If you answer correctly, I shall reward you. But if you get it wrong…’’ she lingered on the word. ‘‘Well, you’ll see for yourself once we get there. Now, shall we?’’

She sounds way too happy when saying that last part, but you gulp and answer her. ‘‘Y-yes’’

‘‘Yes, who? Theses manners will get you in trouble, before we even start our play pet.’’

‘‘My sincere apologies, your Majesty!’’

She humpfs and you can feel the satisfied smile in her voice ‘‘Good boy.’’

‘‘Now say aah.’’

You open your mouth, and she puts the spoon inside of it. Once the metallic taste of the spoon is gone, you feel the crispy texture of the dough first. Then, it’s soon followed by the sugary taste of whip cream mixt with something that reminded you of early summer.

You answer her once you’re done eating it. ‘‘berries tart?’’

‘‘Très bien! Now your reward.’’

You can feel her shift and after a moment of curious anticipation her nails come crazing at your wrist. You first feel her cold breath on your ear and then her lips pressing into a soft kiss, all the while she draws small symbols on the length of your arm. She ends the interaction with a soft caress on your shoulder. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

‘‘Now, let’s see if you can figure out this one.’’ She talks with a satisfied tone, probably because of your previous success.

Once again you open your mouth when she tells you to. As she puts the sweet in your mouth you can feel the tips of her fingers brush against your lips in a ghost touch. As for the sweet, the texture is soft on the inside and crispy near the edges. You take a moment to figure out the taste. But nothing comes to mind and even when you try to recall the sweets you saw on the table you can’t find one that fit. You feel a soft hazelnut flavor, among the sweetness but that’s all. So, you decide to try whatever come to your mind that could fit.

Once you give your answer, silence falls in the room. You swear the temperature drops a few degrees, despite the open balcony in the middle of summer.

‘‘…How disappointing. It’s a madeleine.’’ She finally tells you in a cold tone.

The tone makes you stiffen on your chair as you wait for her to continue.

‘‘You know what happens to people who disappoint me, right?’’ You gulp.

‘‘Time for punishment. Now, how should I go about it?’’

You wait for what seems an eternity, probably part of what Mary intends, getting anxious on your seat. Finally, you hear her moves; her chair being push on the floor as she probably gets up. What happens next makes you jump in surprise as you feel something hot be poured on your collarbones.

The liquid is hot and has a floral scent. While it doesn’t burn, the temperature is on the verge of doing so, and your skin has probably already turn red under the assault. Trying to take on the electric shock that was send to your nerves, you start to breath heavily. Gasping as the tea runs down your chest, getting in between your pects and trickling down your belly.  Your clothes clinging to your skin, absorbing some of the heat but mostly preventing your skin from escaping it once the tea has drenched you.

Her voice can finally be heard again as you hear her put down the kettle on the nap.

‘‘Oh my, it seems there is some left. How dare you waste my most prized tea!’’

Not understanding, you start getting nervous again as you heard her footstep approaching again. Then, you feel a tongue lick at your collarbone. There were some droplets of tea still clinging to your skin and Mary made sure to lick every last drop. Her tongue going lower, until she reaches the beginning of your torso but stops there. Only teasing you.

‘‘This is a punishment for your lack of knowledge, not a reward dear.’’ She says with her cold voice. Yet you can’t prevent yourself from feeling excited and it’s even worse with that tone she’s using.

You can hear her sit again and take something before she orders you to open. As she put the next piece in your mouth, you feel the consistence of a cake, it’s smooth and melt slightly. There’s a soft sugary taste mix with the more acidic one present.

‘‘Lemon cake.’’

‘‘Ah! Voilà une réponse qui ravie mes oreilles! Mmm… It would be a shame to waste such a delicacy.’’

Before you know it, her lips are on yours. Under your blindfold, your eyes widen at the direct action. Mary waste not time to push her tongue past your lips and have a taste of your lemon-flavored mouth. After a moment of exchanging kisses, her hands reach for your hairs and push your head back with some great strength.

‘‘Tell me pet, what do you want?’’ She murmurs.

You answer quickly ‘‘Whatever you wish, my queen.’’

‘‘Oh my, you are a quick learner.’’ She uses her other hand to caress your neck and chin as she talks.

‘‘Stay.’’

You wait in your chair as the sound of her footstep grow more distant. But it doesn’t take long for the sound to grow closer again. She tells you to stay put and you feel the rough texture of a rope bind your wrists and ankles to the chair. Once she is satisfied, she takes place on your thighs.

‘‘Now prove to me, you would do anything for your Queen.’’ She says as she pushes another piece of sweet into your mouth.

She wastes no time in opening your top. With her weapon… You can feel the broken piece of glass scratch to your skin, barely touching it, but leaving a burning mark in its wake.

Once she is done with that, you feel her shift as if she is grabbing something behind her. After that, it doesn’t take long before you feel something cold get place on the top of your torso. The sudden icy feeling makes the hair stand on your skin, giving you goosebump as she moves slowly along the marks she previously left. Leaving a trail of water behind it. Some cold droplets fall here and there with your body heat.

Your breath starts to itch as the ice come closer to your nipple. Mary makes a few circles before she presses what is left of the cube on it. The ice creates a burning sensation while as melts away, sending a sensation of excitement directly to your cunt.

Once the last parcel of ice has melted away, she takes another cube and repeats the process with your other nipple. As she moves, she takes in every little sound you make. Her eyes stalking the movements of your mouth as you find it hard to breath, because of your enhance senses. With the third cube, she slowly makes her way down to your stomach along your sternum making your breath hitch.

She then leaves you again. You can feel her staring at your disheveled state before grabbing something else on the table.

‘‘Open wide pet.’’

You do as she say, feeling the porcelain touch your bottom lip gently before she pours the tea inside your mouth. You feel the hot liquid burns your throat as you gulp it down. The tea has a gentle floral aroma with a subtle hint of bitterness. It reminds you of roses.

Some of the tea fall down the skin of your throat, leaving a burning sensation all the way down to your torso. Seeing the mess, Mary speaks.

‘‘Tsk, what a messy pet I got. How dare you waste some of my favorite tea. Well, if you don’t want it, I’ll just take it.’’

She put down her cup and you feel her put one of her knees on your side. Then a hand come to cup your chin and lift it on the side. It’s soon followed by her tongue following the lines of tea. Starting from between your breast, slowly going up your throat and stopping to nip at your jugular, before continuing until she reaches your lips. She stops right before them and leaves a soft kiss leaving you wanting more. You chase after her lips, but she backs away, putting a finger on your lips.

‘‘Tututu… Do you really think you deserve it?’’

‘‘It was an accident! I didn’t mean to drop the tea.’’ You can feel her burning gaze on you and you’re sure she’s smirking.

You follow with. ‘‘But it wasn’t wasted in the end, don’t you think it was a great way to enjoy your tea?’’

She takes a pause and knowing her, there’s half a chance she’ll agree, or she’ll be mad. But since you’ve followed her orders, she should be in quite a good mood.

‘‘Mmmh, I guess you’re right. It was quite delectable.’’

Great! Your body relaxing at her positive response.

Unbeknown to you, she notices the movement of your shoulder and smile.

‘‘I guess this deserve a reward’’ She mewls in your ear. Caressing the nap of your hair slowly.

You feel her hand go down yet again, caressing your soft body as she reaches down. She gets inside your clothes and start stroking your cock Once she hears you respond positively, she undoes your bottom clothes to get a better access and move her fingers more freely.

Her fingers get back near your cock, going up and down the shaft. Her thumb goes over your tip, teasing you a little before continuing her movements, going faster and sometimes squeezing harder. Every time she goes near the tip, she makes a twist motion. This as you loosing your breath in no time, but before you can reach your high, she takes away her hand. You whine pathetically trying to make her come back. She tuts you.

‘‘Now, now. If you start acting up, I will need to stop this here.’’

‘‘I’m sorry, my Queen’’

You feel her frown a little, but she answers: ‘‘I really need to inculpate you with proper etiquette, but this will do for now’’

You then feel her shift on your thigh before she continues.

‘‘Open again, pet. you made quite a mess there.’’

You open wide. Eager to please her and she puts her pre-cum coated fingers in your mouth. You waste no time in licking them clean. Doing your best to please her.

She takes out her fingers and tells you ‘‘Bien.’’ Before giving you a kiss.

She uses her other hand to dig her nails into your waist as she slowly goes down onto your cock. The feeling of her soft walls pulsating on your shaft makes you stop breathing for a while as you take in the feeling.

You can feel her take a deep breath in before you feel her teeth scrap at your nipple. She takes a soft bite and start sucking on them.

She starts to move up and down your cock, finally giving you some friction. The sensation of her warm walls sucking you in has your body feeling like a furnace, and you can’t help but moans louder. You’re sure she’s pretty pleased with herself and the effect she has on you. Your can feel a knot start to form inside of you, the more she plays with you.

Just as you are about to feel that sweet release, she gets out of you. But before you can debate about risking yourself into protesting, her hands return just as quickly to your shaft to finish the job. Just quick well-made pumps are enough to have you shivering as you releasing on your stomach. She keeps stimulating you as you ride out your orgasm. You let out one last moans before trying to regain your breath and control over what’s left of your senses. Your body feeling numbs.

As you’re coming down from your high, you first feel what you assume to be Mary soft hairs, brush against your cheeks, followed by her lips that comes to rest softly on yours. Her hands caressing your cheek, to show her approval.

She takes your blindfold off, letting it slide on the floor as it reveals your lovesick state. Your tired gaze only focused on her while you’re panting. The sudden return off light makes you blinks to adjust your sight, while she passes her thumb over your bottom lip. She smiles proudly.

‘‘Good survivor.’’

(Maybe if you’re more well behave, she’ll let you make her cum next time…)

Meanwhile Mary's maid decided it was a good time to go restock on tea leaves on the other side of the manor.

[eunxhan]

❝ If you don’t know the meaning to your life, then make me that meaning, and use me as the reason to live. ❞

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GOOD BOY — Luka [Alnst] x M!reader

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[rosemaze-reveries]

When you suddenly close in on them, curious about something

🔫🪞

Martha 🔫

Her lashes are naturally so long, you couldn’t help yourself from sweeping aside her baby hairs to get a closer look. While maintaining careful eye contact, she wraps her fingers around your wrist and keeps you from retracting your arm. Martha always wears a neutral expression so you’re unsure how to interpret her clutch on you. But then she slips her hand into yours and pulls it to her lips, leaving a gentle kiss against your knuckles. You had caught her off-guard; she didn’t know how else to react.

Mary 🪞

She stops you with a lace-gloved hand, lips pulled into a taut frown. “Enough.” Clearly you’ve gotten a little too close. A helpless smile appears on your face, you apologize, and then tell her you were just mesmerized by how silky her hair looks. Mary doesn’t break easily under compliments, at least on the surface. All she says is “I wouldn’t imagine it any other way,” before she reaches out to feel your own hair. You can expect what’s coming next: “Yours could use a touch of styling. May I?”

[sanguine-law]

do you have a pet peeve when it comes to shipping? do you have any ship bias with your muse? do you have any popular ships? do you ship any rarepair? what’s your OTP when it comes to your muse? what’s your NOTP when it comes to your muse? is there a ship you used to like, but not anymore? is there a ship you used to dislike, but now you like? is there a ship you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?

[SHIPPING (NOW WITH SFW!)]

3. do you have a pet peeve when it comes to shipping?

Yes, and this is kind of a two parter from my League of Legends days: If I have said my character is not interested-not "let's see where this goes first", but flat out not interested-or god forbid NOT THE RIGHT SEXUALITY, do not keep talking about how cute they are together and how much you love your muse and my muse. I have had people do this before despite me saying it wasn't gonna happen, and it's infuriating.

You can talk about how much you love a ship, that's fine. Hell, you can talk about a ship that involves the characters my muses are based from! That's fine! Just don't say my specific muse if I've given a definite no. There's a big difference between "I like Crimson Sword x Character" and "I like your Crimson Sword x Character".

And an even bigger difference between those and "I like your Crimson Sword x Character you said no too but CMON IT'S REALLY CUTE I PROMISE"

Thankfully, it's not happened since I left LoL.

6. do you have any ship bias with your muse?

admittedly yes, because I was very bored and excited when waiting for the 2022 Halloween event

11. do you have any popular ships?

In idv in general? Yup. Mary Joseph, Wuseph, The Wu Changs, D.M. and Inference, D.M. and Ronald. Crimson and Count's Banquet might count?

You in particular have convinced me on a few Joscarl ships X3

12. do you ship any rarepair?

Yes, and they're almost all aus with my friend Gal. Though GalateaPhilippe might also count? Idk how popular that one is, I avoid looking at Wax Artist stuff after NA decided they hated them.

15. what’s your OTP when it comes to your muse?

Admittedly Crimson x Count's Banquet entirely because of the fact my Crimson is weak for kindness and Count's Banquet (as far as I can tell) is just a kind old vampire grandpa who's lonely

16. what’s your NOTP when it comes to your muse?

That's kind of hard to say. For Crimson, I don't have a set "he'd never like this character" because... well his standards are under the ground and there's always muses who are different from what I expect. And he can always come around to people, too like taking a liking to a man trying to kill him and deciding he's cute

The most I can say is I don't think he'd ever get along romance wise with someone like "Last Dance" Demi because inherently he would just never be able to trust someone who lies and bewitches people like she does. Pot calling the kettle black there, but that's also why he'd be so hesitant.

Of course, there may come a "Last Dance" Demi who isn't like that, so who can say?

18. is there a ship you used to like, but not anymore?

In idv? Not that I can think of. Maaaaaybe Luca and Tracy as friends since their letters came out revealing Tracy's kind of selfish and tricked Luca, and Luca's response was homicidal "i've been duped 1 too many times," but otherwise? No real ships crashed or ruined.

19. is there a ship you used to dislike, but now you like?

Hilariously enough, Joscarl (and a little bit of Jostoni as an au). Initially I was like "Why would these two like each other, Joseph is all about life and terrified of death and Aesop wants people to die"

And then I saw the first stageplay on Youtube and just fucking sighed. Because I started liking it. And now like 3 years later I'm over here like "i can totally see it, just give me a convincing story" for like 7 aus

also d.m.xinference but that's for a different blog

20. is there a ship you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet?

Crimson Sword x Count's Banquet because none of my friends want to play Jack. yet, i'm also kind of terrified because i have no clue how any jack players portray vampire grandpa.

but that's it, most ships i end up playing with friends on discord

[otakusparkle]

// Yume IDV, Eli Clark x OCSona

~🔮😺~

It's cold, but it didn't stop the couples from building a snowman. Or more likely, a huge snownan. A Seer and a Maiden was building a snowman that is more taller (and quite bigger) than them. Assemble and piled the round snow, then putting in the accessories; a top hat, a carrot for nose, some seeds for eyes, mouth and button, some ribbon, and 2 twigs for its hands. After they're done, they stepped back a few inches to see their creation, "He's really are cute," The Seer said with proud voices. The Maiden, on the other hand, was looking up and down and up and down their snow creation, "... Hmm... " She hummed, "What's wrong?" The Maiden keep looking around the snowman, until she snapped her finger.

She grabbed the Seer's hand that was covered in his gloves, "Come here for a second, please," She dragged him to come near to the snowman, until both of them standing under the nose of the huge snowman. The Maiden tapped the man's shoulder with her 2 hands, "Wait here. I'll be right back in a light!" She then dashed to the unknown. The Seer wanted to ask but the Maiden already gone. He waited under the snowman. He then looking around.

Robbie and Memory was happily playing with Leo, Emma, and Luchi. The Seer suddenly thinking, 'What if I had a family with her? Will us be like that?' He then looking on the other way, Ada and Emil was having their time drinking hot cocoa with Joseph and Mary. The Seer suddenly thinking, 'What if I had married with her? Will us be like that?' For once again, he looked around. Naib, Mike, and some of his friends was having fun whole playing with the snow. Either snowball fight, snowboarding, or building a snowman just like what have he done. The Seer looking right him. His mind was wondering about everything, until he felt a soft tap on his back.

When he turned around, he was so shocked when he felt a soft yet warm feeling on his lips. The Maiden was surprising him with kisses. She then let go of her kiss and happily giggle, "With this, I hope we can get married sooner~" She said. The Seer face was tinted with red hue either from cold or embarrassed, "Look!" The Maiden pointed on top of them. He then looked at something that was hanged under the snowman nose; a mistletoe. The Seer eyes widen his eyes, "You know the legend about 'kissing under the mistletoe'? So basically, when you do that, your love with the person that you have kissed will be eternal and they will get married sooner~! How romantic isn't it~" The Maiden happily explain with soft laugh. The Seer was silence for a moment before gulped down, "I wonder if the other will also uses our snowman t-" Her words was stopped when she was suddenly being kissed by none other than her beloved lover, The young Seer. For moment, the lovers shared warm and longing kisses to each other. When they parted, a string of their love was attached to their lower lips. While their catches their breath, a soft smoke was coming out of their mouth. The Maiden asked after she catches her breath again, "What are you doing so suddenly like that?" Same with the Seer, he then answered the Maiden question while chuckle, "Yes." He said before he kissed her lips again, "Let's get married."

[idv-sunsxin3]

Hello, can I request Mary and Joseph react to their minis acting smug and rivals them to get their S/O’s attention? Like maybe interrupting them during dates or pushing them away from their S/O when they’re trying to kiss

Mary & Joseph VS. Their Mischievous Mini-Selfs :3

Icons/Pics via Identity V Official Trailers

{Headcanons/Scenarios}

Gender Neutral! S/O

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The Blood Queen didn’t pay much attention to her mini self, as it was supposed to be sold as some kind of accessory pet.

The Blood Queen didn’t pay much attention to her mini self, as it was supposed to be sold as some kind of accessory pet.

But seeing that her mini self attempted to get your attention, she wasn’t really much bothered about it-

More like she found it adorable.

Mary// Ara ara~ Aren’t you just an adorable, little cutie?💕

Mini Mary// :D 💕

Mary may not be the type to share. But once she got to know her mini self, she started to take fond of her.

Seeing the two get along would be a wonderful sight, imagine Mary sipping a cup of Earl Grey tea elegantly as mini Mary attempts to drink the tea in a tiny cup like her,,,,, QwQ💕💕💕

The time when mini Mary pushed you away from Mary or stopped you both from kissing, Mary would laugh it off and thought that she shouldn’t kiss you in front of your ‘child’.

If the mini disturbs dates, Mary learns to be patient enough to attend her needs like how mother assists her baby-

But if the process keeps turning into a cycle, Mary won't hesitate to lecture mini Mary for hours like a parent.

As she wants to make her mini self know that she wants to spend some time with Y/N as well and that mini Mary has to be fair about it.

She'll keep lecturing the little thing until it stops interrupting your moment-

Mary// Y/N, this is our child from now on~!

Y/N // Wait what-

{Joseph}

Here goes the French man….

He didn’t care about mini Joseph at first-

But when the little one started to disrupt your romantic moment, that’s when an irk slowly grew on his head…

Joseph still had his elegant composure, but he would often drag you from his mini self as possible so that little creature won’t disturb you both.

Like giving a few excuses to spend some time in a picnic, or at least go to White Sand Street Asylum to take a look-

Joseph on purposely attempted to think of places that the mini pets may fear of- that way, Mini Joseph won’t follow you both…-

Big Brain Joseph 90% of the time when his mini self is around-

You may not see it, but he’s in his world of thoughts- looking at invisible calculations for any ways to get rid of that mischievous creature.

If Big Brain! Joseph exist, Big Brain! Mini Joseph exists too-

Mini Joseph// Two can pway this gaem, fufufu! >:3c

Joseph// (Zut! )

As much as he had decent patience to not strangle mini Joseph, he shall not be tested by a ‘little brat’.

Joseph would mutter some French swears, but he would discreetly make sure that they're not heard by you-

Joseph trying to kiss you in the forehead// 😚

Mini Joseph// *pushes Joseph's face away*

Mini Joseph// Backu offu, poopy granpapa! >:D

Joseph//

Joseph// Count your days, déchet. '-')

Y/N sweatdropping// Eh...

When you don’t look, he would quickly yeet mini Joseph out of the nearest window as soon as possible-

Y/N // Where is he…?

Joseph with a halo on his head// Who?

[taotaoirl]

HIHIHI your galatea hcs were super duper cute!!!! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟcan i rq the same general hcs with mary, margaretha, and/or emma?

TY 4 READING THIS feel free to ignore if you wanna!! :D i look forward 2 ur work in the future (ˊᗜˋ)

thank you!! i was really hesitant on posting my headcanons bc in my entire writing career people only seemed interested in reading oneshots/fics so im rlly glad you enjoyed them. but anyway!!! your wish is my command, i've been waiting my entire life for someone to rq emma ♡(｡- ω -) i'll be splitting this into three different parts because my headcanons are sooooooo long. ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN SO BUSY WITH SCHOOL AAAA

the margaretha and emma headcanons will be linked as soon as i finish them! (it’ll take around a week or so)

mary x gn!reader general headcanons

content warnings: none includes: fluff, romantic headcanons for mary~! reader uses they/them pronouns, mary uses she/her pronouns

mary mary mary mary

yk, my first impression of her when i first joined the game was quite literally ∑(O_O;) zamn random lady with a red gown, hit me with your mirror i dare you

when i say mary is flirtatious, i mean she is flirtatious. she can and will take every possible moment to do so, it's like second nature

her love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

she likes to use her hands while speaking and touches your hair (or anywhere, really) while being elegant and a girlboss

obviously a fan of pda. no explanation needed, she just likes showering you with love and affection anywhere and everywhere

if you get flustered, she will tease you a little bit. and if you get even more flustered, she’ll tease you even more (dw she’ll stop eventually, she just likes to see your reaction bc she thinks it’s cute)

she will constantly tell you how perfect you are and baby you a little bit

she's very gentle with her words (and actions) and it feels like you're being treated with the utmost care one can offer

i think this is a common headcanon but mary enjoys dressing you up!! (if you feel comfortable w it ofc)

she has amazing style and will constantly find new clothes for you to try. when you're done, she'll gush about how good the clothes looked on you and tell all her other elegant girlboss friends how cute you were

obvious big spoon she gives too much mommy energy to not be a big spoon

i mentioned this already but she also really likes fluffing your hair up, similarly to galatea, whom i did a similar set of headcanons with which you can find here

she's really bad at cooking and will ruin your kitchen when attempting to make you your favorite meal.,,, i mean, it's the thought that counts...?

if you're a good cook, she will never admit that she can't cook and will instead try to figure out how to do it herself

maybe you'll see her in the kitchen trying to cook up a storm (and failing) one day, then she'll find you within her mirrors and get all embarrassed and defensive (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

tldr; mary is a very passionate and sweet lover!! she loves you very much and will go out of her way to show it to you ^__^

that’s it for the mary headcanons!! i hope u liked it and that this wasnt too short. i just had a really stressful and busy week last week so i had to catch up on some irl stuff!!