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[teabreakpancakes]

im in love with the way you think @bobabees

A Baker's Struggles Bloody Queen, Photographer, Wu Chang, Geisha, Axe Boy, "Disciple", "Hermit", Naiad, and Feaster & GN Baker Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Wasted Delicacy

"Son of a biscuit" the baker mutters, hearing their heartbeat race, indicating that the hunter was nearby. Three ciphers had already been popped beforehand but the thing is, whilst going around the map and healing the injured survivors with your treats, the hunter found you by tracing the aroma of your goodies.

"Luca," they spoke, carding their fingers through the inventor's soft brown locks. Luca hums, head twitching as he nibbled on the cookie, occupied with the cipher machine. "Dear, the hunter is nearby, I suggest scurrying off to another cipher so they don't target you" they coaxed, gently pushing the brunette off the cipher machine.

The inventor blinks owlishly, nodding with a toothy smile, "Thanks, s, see you later" he waves, running off to the nearest cipher. They smile before continuing the unfinished cipher, waiting for the hunter to appear.

The hunter draws nearer and nearer, making their heartbeat pick up more and more. They nod, picking up their basket and vaulting the window, activating their speedboost.

Looking behind them, they spot the hunter a few meters away from them, already preparing their abilities.

They really didn't mean to make you spill your cookies, so when they accidentally smacked the basket out of your hands, they really didn't intend to do so. Your eyes remained stuck on the treats splayed across the ground.

The hunter approached the still survivor, surprised to see you walking near them with a downcast gaze. You point to their weapon, "End me already" they said, tone void of any emotion.

The hunter eyes you, unsure of what to do, sure, it is a free kill, but it's no fun if you won't even try.

Footsteps approach the two, stilling at the sight of the hunter. They watch with interest as they attempt to console the devastated survivor.

Why did they want to try consoling one of the various pain in the asses they had to deal with? they didn't know either, it just... came over them.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

"Now now, you're a baker, surely, you have more?" the queen chided in an almost questioning manner. The baker frowned at her words, "Those were all the cookies I baked" they replied solemnly, voice quiet.

Mary, unsure of what to say, instead chose to let out a quiet "ah", waiting for you to speak—she wouldn't want to make a fool out of herself trying to pry more from someone that would eventually speak up. The baker looked up at her, gaze never wavering, "I spent three hours on those, I made extra for everyone too" they spoke, frustration rolling off their tongue.

Mary didn't know how to respond, but, by instinct, she placed one of her cold hands on top of their head. "I don't think it would be too late to let everyone have a taste if we ended the match right now," she paused, a bit unsure of how she should continue.

"I'll... even try to help if you'd like" she whispered, patting their head gently as if they were her child—it could just be that she was missing her own children but it wouldn't be so bad if she indulged just a bit.

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Are you really just going to remain in that position until I strike you because of some pastries?" the older man questioned, a bit annoyed because a survivor was throwing a tantrum over pastries. The baker sighed, mumbling something the former count wasn't able to decipher.

"Speak up, no one can hear you with how quiet you are" Joseph frowned, leaning down slightly in order to hear them a bit better. "I, I made a lot more than usual so everyone could have a taste even after the match—those were the last ones" they grumbled, frustration piercing through their upset exterior.

The photographer's mouth parts slightly, eyes softening. He had read the baker's background beforehand, he remembered that they valued the art of baking much more than other bakers, to them, pastries are things you should pour your heart into making.

"I apologise for being insensitive, I," he paused, wondering about how to proceed. After thinking for a few more seconds, a lightbulb lights up in the french man's head. "Would you like me to teach you a recipe my... brother and I used to love?" he offered, albeit a bit hesitantly. He watches your eyes light up at the idea, taken aback when you embrace him. "Yes, I would" you mouth into his waist coat, smiling when he returns the hug.

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Bi'an lowered the umbrella, looking down at the survivor with concerned eyes. Wujiu was displeased, Why are they so upset over pastries? he complained, sighing in irritation.

The white guard kneels before them, umbrella tucked under his arm. He takes their hand in his, rubbing it reassuringly. His smile is small but apologetic, amethyst eyes uncertain yet firm with resolve.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his soft baritone sounding comforting to your ears. You sniffle slightly, shaking your head—looking into his enchanting orbs. He slowly moves to cup the side of your face, finding the feeling of your warmth against his cold hand pleasant.

Fan sighs from within the umbrella, feeling a bit guilty. It must've taken you a while to make those treats and now all that effort has been wasted. Perhaps, he could step out of the umbrella, he could help you with baking and Bi'an isn't all that lacking in that aspect either so he could also help. It felt oddly troublesome and yet, it felt welcome.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎

Worry paints over her delicate features, she lowers her fan, slipping it into her obi. She rubs their shoulder, "I apologise for the cookies, do you have any more?" she asks, staring down at the survivor.

You swallow, shaking your head. "Those were all of them, I, I made extra for everyone but now it's all gone" you whispered, disappointment rolling off you in waves.

She smiles softly, you reminded her of the people she used to care for back when she was still alive. Michiko pulls out a small Wagashi, presenting it before the small survivor.

"If you'd like, I can help you in making more, I know quite a bit about making pastries" she offered, smiling at them genuinely. She watches their expression light up, a grateful smile gracing her. "Thank you, I would like that" they spoke, taking the Daifuku from her hand.

Gluttonous Hunters

The hunters don't need food, but that doesn't mean they don't wish to partake.

The baker huffed, leaning against the rocket chair. They shift uncomfortably, trying their best to not drop the basket in their lap. The hunter eyes the basket with interest, the pleasant aroma drawing them towards it.

They snatch the basket from your lap, obtaining a random treat and taking a bite out of the delicious dessert without paying any mind to you.

They always heard the survivors talk about how your treats were the best they've tasted, they've always wanted to judge whether or not that was true or not.

𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙

The inventor eyed the basket with interest; whilst he was still alive, Herman would often get him to try out new dishes, recipes and treats of all sorts—but he had to admit, the aroma of your pastries stood out amongst all of the pastries he's had beforehand.

Alva leans on the wall behind him, admiring the craftsmanship of the basket. The chaired survivor eyes the tall hunter, eyes trained on his every move. Their eyes widen when he makes a move to retrieve one of their goods from the basket.

The baker frowns, "Hey! I only made enough for the survivors!" they hollered out, visibly annoyed. Alva glanced at them, cocking his head—"Will you make some for me after the match if I only eat one?" he asked, eyes holding a particular look in them that made it hard to say no.

The baker blinked repeatedly, shocked to hear the hunter being so polite during a match. They huff, nodding, "Alright, I will, b, but, don't eat those okay?" they request with a pleading look, knowing only two pastries are left. Alva smiles slightly, placing the basket in their lap gently.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

Grace traced the patterns of the basket, smiling gently. The baker stared up at her, wide-eyed, in awe of the pretty woman. "Y, You can taste them if you want" they say, bashfully looking away.

The hunter eyes the survivor, she knows you're different from all the other humans but she just can't bring herself to warm up to anyone so easily.

She nods hesitantly, taking a pastry in between her two fingers before chipping off a small piece with her teeth. Her eyes widen, palate screaming with joy at the taste.

She peers down at the survivor, tapping their shoulder gently. Smiling at them softly, she ruffles their hair, hoping that it would deliver her gratitude.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄

The boy's mouth waters at the aroma of the pastries, hugging the basket to his chest. His head shifts up, hesitantly meeting the baker's gaze. "C, Can I have some?" the kid asks, as polite as he can be.

The baker opens their mouth, contemplating. Do I give in to the kid and spare the survivors none or... they consider, already reaching a decision. "You can eat them all, but leave one okay?" they beam.

Robbie embraces them for a bit before opening the basket and snacking on the treats. The boy practically vibrates with joy, enjoying the taste of each wonderful treat.

"Do you like them?" the baker prods, staring fondly at the sight of the hunter being a kid. The hunters all seemed human in one way or another, the baker thought, smiling. The boy nodded fervently, hand still stuck under the accessory covering his head.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎

Onyx eyes widen slightly upon hearing a soft thud from behind her. Turning around, she eyes the basket on the ground. The survivor looked visibly flustered, in an awkward position that made it look like they were attempting to retrieve the basket.

The Geisha only smiled graciously, gently picking it up. She dusted off the basket before presenting it in a manner only a seasoned hostess would know how to. She placed it on their lap, gazing at them curiously when they nudge it towards her.

"Are you offering me one?" she voiced out euphoniously, lowering herself until she was face-to-face with them. You nod, "I, If you don't mind, you can have some, I made a bit more than usual" you replied, smiling at the hunter.

She smiled gratefully, gently opening the basket before taking a cookie into one of her hands. She flicks her hand fan open before taking a bite of the cookie. Her obsidian eyes seem to sparkle with each bite. Finishing the cookie, she bows to the survivor, thanking them.

𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑

His tentacles manhandle the basket, forcing out angry yells of disapproval from the survivor. He pays you no mind, examining the beautifully crafted basket.

He lifts up one of the hatches, greeted by the soft and warm aroma of their pastries. The eldritch god takes one of the cupcakes into his hand, while the baker watches in horror as a rift rips through his "face" forming a mouth.

He seems to be pleased by the taste—judging by the fact that he literally threw the basket's contents down that very same rift. Hastur emits a sound resembling a cat's purring, and slowly, the rift slowly shuts, reassuring you that you wouldn't in fact be one of the things on the menu.

He slithers close to you, placing the basket back onto your lap. "I would like for you to make more for me after the match" he requests, oddly docile as he trails his odd tentacle up your neck, purring even more when you nodded. It felt weird to have the hunter rub your body, it felt as if he was treating you as his pet.

[oletus-writer]

Can I request a grace nsfw alphabet? Thank youu

Sorry for the wait.

Grace NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Her soft hands on your body, caressing you gently, as if telling you did a good job. She’ll fetch water, food, and towel you down, but, as she is also quite tired, won’t run you a bath.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Grace likes her hair, as you tell her it is splayed out so nicely underneath her, and the fact that it floats so nicely after her when she drifts about. She likes your mouth, for it can do what she cannot, and she likes to hear your praises and sweet moans.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It’s not too hard to make her cum - she can do it untouched, if you say the right things - and it comes out in squirts. It’s lighter in colour and a bit sweeter, with a musky and gentle taste, and she doesn’t have a lot of it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes, she wants to look down on you fondly and stroke your face while bouncing on your strap/cock and for you to call her mommy or mistress, just once. She’d like to feel what it is like to top someone.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

She is not too experienced in things to do with sex, or dating, and is rather bashful and afraid to mess things up, so you’ll have to be patient with her while she learns.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary is a good position, as it allows access to your parts all the while seeing your face. As for sex in the water (not the best idea, please read the risks beforehand) she would enjoy some of the trickier positions such as the submarine or super man.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s serious, since she cannot make jokes, but will smile gently when you make them. It makes her feel a bit less nervous, and she appreciates it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

She’s rather well groomed, although not having fully shaved pubic hair, she keeps it trimmed, and shaves her armpits. They do match her green-ish hair, as it was always green, since childhood.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

She’s rather intimate, and will kiss you gently, smiling, trying to tell you how lovely you’re doing. If you’re her first time, she’ll set up candles and give you flowers in a romantic gesture, as she does not want to disappoint you. She also had expectations to what sex would be like, so don’t blame yourself if you don’t meet them, as sex is not as enjoyable as it is portrayed in media.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

She doesn’t masturbate often, and does it bashfully, but takes her time to explore what she enjoys, savouring her alone time. Mutual masturbation is a thing she might bring up, as she would like to explore your pleasure points and iterate her own.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, she enjoys watersports and would like to try having sex in the water sometimes. While most of the time she is submissive, she enjoys teasing you lightly and giving you pleasure, as when she tops, she is a service dom.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

The bedroom is a pretty nice place, as it is a private and safe place, although she doesn’t mind sex in the water, provided that there is no one nearby.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

She’s a bit of a shy woman, but things such as wearing revealing clothing doesn’t do it for her, unless it’s something that a country girl would not see, in all the hot summers of the world. Through simple courtship you can turn her on, if you play the right cards - say a few compliments, tuck a flower behind her ear, and whisper to her, while you stroke her thigh, how lovely of a woman she is.

N = No (what turns them off?)

She’s not really into sadomasochism, as she doesn’t want to hurt you. However, she is fine with degrading. Things such as semi-public or public sex, certain role playing themes, are a no as well.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

She enjoys receiving oral, as she is not too well versed in it and a bit afraid of messing up, although hearing you moan and come undone by her tongue alone is quite the motivator yo get her to improve.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

She is slow and sensual, and won’t go rough on you unless she’s absolutely sure you give your full and enthusiastic consent.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

She’s not too keen on quickies, but she’ll do them, although there is pressure on her to make you cum within a certain amount of time.

R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)

She is a bit experimental, but is on the vanilla side, and won’t take any unnecessary risks, unless you are perfectly comfortable with it. I feel like, in this situation, she’d be fine with doing things that you want to do, but make sure she’s also happy to do it.

S = Stamina (how long do they last?)

She can last two rounds, at the least, but would tire out before she could. Overstimulating her is really not her thing, but she could do it, with a bit of convincing.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

She does not own any toys, and does not know how to use them - she finds it rather awkward.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

She’s more of a pleasure dom than a tease, but she’ll run her cold fingers over your hot body and trace circles on your sex, kissing you softly, refusing to touch you when you’re moaning, only complying when there are tears in your eyes and you’re begging.

V = Volume (how loud are they?)

She doesn’t talk at all, but has soft and heavenly moans and grunts when you stimulate her just right. Overall, quiet, even when your pounding into her cunt with your cock/strap and fucking her to the point of tears. She’s be gasping for breath, yes, and whimpering, but if you’re looking for screams of pleasure, look elsewhere.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

She doesn’t mind suspension sex, as she would be able to float up and reach places one might not normally, but is worried that she wound hurt you, and will not bring it up unless prompted.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

She has a pussy (??) I don’t know what they want from me. Her labia folds are a bit longer.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s not too high, but she has her moments where you’re the only thing in her mind, and it will plague her during her matches so much so that she’ll throw them just so she could be with you quicker.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While she is tired, the two of you were most likely not having rampant, rough sex, and she is able to clean you up and give you proper aftercare before she falls asleep.

[rosemaze-reveries]

Hello! I found your blog and love the writing

Here’s sit with me while I tell you my favorite idea 💡

✨So the hunters (all if possible) come back to the manor after a long match of smelling sweat and blood upon walking towards their shred room with reader they catch a scent of their lovers perfume- mind going a mile a minute with the idea of their lover being in they arms and just melting from the stress of the day ✨

Thoughts 💭

ANON. anon...... this is the kind of scenario that makes me CRAZY uegh.. when their judgment's clouded by bloodlust but inhaling your scent brings them back to their senses >>> 🤒 let me be your lighthouse home etc etc. sign me UP.

for some blurbs, this turned into a broader "hunter comes straight to you after a rough match" without the perfume bit. kind of misunderstood the assignment but either way, here's this!

🌪️✂️👘🏳️🏴🦌🐍🪞🎻🔩🐟🕯️

🌪️ Ithaqua brings an air of gloom with him into your bedroom. Driven by nothing but a searing want for you, he skips over any pleasantries to tear off his mask and shove you onto the ground. A bed of wind tries to break your fall, but his impatience gets the better of him; he pins you to the floor with such force that he disrupts his own gale from cushioning your way down. Not that you care in the moment. You’ve been waiting to have him in your arms all day. He leaves a scattering of love bites and wet kisses up your neck.

✂️ Jack has one particular tune that he hums after his worst matches. Months of living together have left you all too familiar with it. His song begins from the foot of the staircase and steadily crisps itself to your ears as he draws nearer. Afraid of the state you might find him in, you rush outside to meet him at the top of the banister. He pauses with one foot on the next step. “Curious,” he says, greeting you with a cordial smile. “It’s not often a little mouse stands in my path—not on purpose.” His blouse is soaked a shade of reddish brown, and no amount of easy banter can hide the weariness in his eye. “Well, you’ve saved me the trouble. I was on my way to ravage you next.”

👘 Michiko drags her nails along the walls of the corridor, leaving a dull streak of blood behind. She doesn’t make a sound when she slips inside your room, practised in her delicate step; you don’t even feel the dip in the mattress before she has her shoulders arched over you. Eyeing you tenderly, she rolls a warm thumb over your cheekbone. “I’m home,” she murmurs. “Your sweet scent led the way again.” She realizes she left a smear of red on your skin, and her hand jerks away, startled by the reminder of what she had been doing just minutes ago.

🏳️ Bi’an’s arms wind around the small of your back, drawing you into his chest for a slow, tender embrace. It’s the first thing he does after returning to the manor: falling straight into your arms. As his lips trail down your forehead, peppering soft kisses in their path, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. A whisper escapes you about how out of the blue this is, and in response he brings a kiss to the corner of your eye, prompting them to flutter shut. “Let me have you, just for a little while…” Those sweet kisses he’s so good at descend your neck, growing rougher the lower he goes.

🏴 Wujiu’s arms wind around your stomach, pressing his chest flush against your back. He hasn’t uttered a word since returning from his match, aside from a tepid “Nothing worth mentioning” when asked about his day. This sudden affection takes you by surprise. You try to turn your head to face him but he catches your chin, steering your gaze back to the wall. “Don’t look at me.” Whatever is clouding his mind today is better left alone, you realize. You lay your hands on top of his, squeezing them, encouraging him to let your presence blot out everything on his mind. Warm breath fans your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck, drinking in your scent.

🦌 Bane doesn’t like to discuss his matches. It makes no difference whether they are quick or slow, a win or a lose, they always weigh on him the same way. He sits on the edge of the bed lost in thought. You decide to break the tension first by greeting him with a hug from behind, your chin hooking over his shoulder. Bane isn’t big on physical affection. But after a while he cups a tender hand to your temple, palm taking up the entirety of your face, and presses you gently into him.

🐍 Yidhra might be the hunter most detached from the nightmares of the manor games. They provide nothing but leisure for her, and she’s never felt particularly passionate about them, win or lose. Her followers are the ones who give her the most trouble. When they resist her will, her consciousness splinters apart, some days leaving her too weak to herd them back again. These are typically the days she comes for you. You aren’t sure when she enters your room, but sometimes you catch glimpses of her tail in your peripheral, never to be seen when you’re looking on purpose. Her voice floats in the back of your mind: Mine, mine, mine, mine… There is nothing that binds you to her, yet you’re the only one who never resists her.

🪞 Mary barges into the room clumsily for someone of her poise. She struggles to prop herself against the door, muddy skirt stiff in awkward folds. “My mind is a mess,” she exclaims, voice clear but breathless at the same time. “Where are you? Come settle me.” The second she spots you, she sulks over to toss her arms around your neck, finding a seat in your lap. Clearly she isn’t concerned about observing her usual decorum today. Her dress is heavy and splotched with muck you don’t care to identify, but you don’t mind holding her as the burdens of the day ease off her shoulders.

🎻 Antonio’s fingers instinctively travel to the liquor cart by the window. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but feeling around to find nothing but an empty platter gives him pause. One resigned cluck of his tongue later, you feel tendrils of hair coil around your waist and wrists. They pluck you up from your side of the bed and present you in front of him as if you’re nothing more than a doll. “Not a drop to console me?” he complains, knowing you’ve hidden his bottles again. Then his head tilts slightly, taking in your scent. You can practically see detention’s fiery glow return to his eyes. “No, perhaps you are right—there is something more intoxicating for me here.”

🔩 Percy - “Hm...” He’s scrutinizing you with such intensity that you wonder if something’s on your face. He leans over to take an exaggerated whiff of you, and your heart sinks in offense. You have half a mind to tell him you showered just that morning, so it’s probably not you — besides, he’s the one who’s been tangoing with carcasses all day — but Percy keeps a thoughtful look about him. “You smell full of life,” he muses. “That fragrance you wear, it was popular back in the day. Transports me to the city again.” He would know better than you; you just found this perfume in the trunk of a dusty old room. When he comes closer, clasping either hand around your face, you let him lose himself in the nostalgia. Moments like these are all you have to keep yourselves sane in the manor.

🐟 Grace’s mouth is pulled into a taut frown when she flings open the door. You can see a slight quiver in her lip if you squint. Her harpoon clatters on the ground and she drops onto your bed, braid falling out, face buried in a pillow. There’s little you can do except rub a soothing hand in circles on her back. When she peeks over her arm with a gentle plea in her eyes, you wonder if she’s asking for a deeper massage—but you don’t get the chance to ask before her hand latches onto your forearm, tugging you down to lie with her.

🕯️ Philippe settles for a glass of brandy and his bundle of sketches. He’s resting on the chaise by the foot of the bed, not his work desk where he’d usually be. Rather than drafting new ideas he’s simply thumbing through the old ones, mechanically, breaking from his cycle only for a sip of his glass. It’s like your lover’s been replaced by a puppet. You feel unnerved enough to intervene: stripping him first of his glass, his sketches, then his monocle, you tip him back onto the cushion. You expect him to complain about having to get back to work, but he doesn’t protest. Tonight is for him, you decide. As his dark hair sprawls out beneath him, you straddle his thighs, and his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. “I’m terribly jealous of this magic of yours,” he murmurs, faint lilt in his voice. “It’s always you who brings me back from the stars.”

[naiadere]

at the water’s edge

yandere! naiad x gn! reader

content warnings: implied kidnapping, implied forced relationship

debuting with my no. 1 ever!! ib: this official art^^

the sea is as lovely as ever–– and today, you have the luxury of basking in its great and grand glory atop the old wooden docks, secluded in the furthest of areas by lush flora and cooling shade. oftentimes, when you are admiring the sea, you are also in it, but the day is a pleasant one, and you are saved from wading in its waters, or better yet, being completely submerged in them.

you’ve become quite accustomed to the sea and its distant water-bodied relatives thanks to a certain fisherwoman (or rather, former-fisherwoman). she goes by the alias of ‘naiad’ these days, but it is only you who knows her as grace.

a hand tenderly reaches to cup your face. it is cold, webbed between each finger, and wet from the oceans waters. momentarily, you blink, eyes flickering towards the side of your face without movement from your head. you fight the urge to raise your own hand to hold the drenched one that is so softly resting on your cheek, though simply because you’ve been bereaved of such touch from another living-being for so long. the hands you have rested in your lap do not move, and you observe the woman in front of you to gauge her reaction.

she lets out a soft, almost whimsical, sigh. if your fingers had twitched at the sudden physical contact, she did not notice; too enraptured by your presence, too captivated by you. she idly leans her head to the side, eyes wandering your figure. at the old docks, you’re sat on the edge with your legs dangling into the water, and before you is the naiad, with her upper-body above the water, and right hand settled on one of your knees, and left hand on your face.

you can tell she’s enamored by you. in spite of the fact she simply stares at you through her deep, pitch black eyes, you can tell— it’s the way your reflection is the only thing that can be seen in them. an accurate portrayal of the naiad’s earnest love for you. or so how she perceives it.

letting out a faint, almost exasperated, breath, you open your mouth to speak. though as if frozen in time, nothing comes out, and you’re held with your mouth agape and thoughts left amiss. but you swear you can see the gentle smile on grace’s lips widen, content, excited even. the woman was not one for talking, let alone human interaction, but the thought of it being you who starts conversing with her — rather than the other way around, the usual — makes her delighted, and she can’t help but express it.

eyes urging you to continue, you inhale sharply, “it’s… a nice day out.” cringing at the awkward and reluctant delivery of your lackluster conversation starter, you grit your teeth together, focusing your attention on the scenery behind the naiad, anything to avoid her eyes.

“yes, it is.” grace mouths silently, wordlessly; disregarding your discomfort entirely, thumb stroking the side of your face.

you are tense, and whether or not your meaningless small-talk regarding the day’s weather even got through to her was unknown. though she surely acted like she was blissfully unaware. stiffly turning to face her once more, met by those familiar dark eyes, you let your shoulders drop and relax your posture. closing your eyes, you reach for her wrist, connected to the hand cupping your face, and lightly hold onto it, leaning further into her palm.

grace retracts her hand from your face and your grasp, but you do not open your eyes. the feeling of her arms delicately wrapping around your torso leaves your shirt damp. and her body, now leaning into you as she embraces you, head resting on your chest with her ear over your heart, leaves your body motionless. thoughts of prying her hands off you and taking off plague your mind, but you remain still. hands returned to your lap and refusing to reciprocate grace’s affection, you know better.

not like you could get very far anyway. not with the anchor sitting at the bottom of the sea, bound by the fishing-rope that is tied to your ankle.

[ithaquasbbg]

Hi, todays prompt for ithaugust is “dynamic with another character”- I’m doing this Headcanons bc I’m a little (very) lazy today! Doing two characters tho <33

Ithalva and Ithagrace Headcanons!

Pairings : Ithaqua x Alva, Ithaqua x Grace (I love both of these ships they’re so dudjdjffjsjsjsj!)

Ithalva

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾A ship dynamic I really like for them is one with the height difference! Ithaqua doesn’t seem like he’d be super tall, while Alva is.. obviously very tall, so they’d have a big difference in height.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ To elaborate on this, Ithaqua is perfect size for holding, or sometimes just leaning down and hugging, it’s cute

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I see them both as more reserved types of lovers at the beginning. Though I think Ithaqua is more affectionate when he warms up, and would be the one to initiate most of the affection with Alva!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Ithaqua running his hands along Alva’s scars with a soft smile at night while the other absentmindedly leans into his touch

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Both are afraid of abandonment for different reasons, and could potentially cling to each other a lot on rough days.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Ithaqua would be the more obviously paranoid one, constantly asking if the other wouldn’t leave him while he was asleep, or just grabbing onto Alva to make sure he doesn’t leave.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Alva being more reserved would probably not act on his fears often, though sometimes he’ll end up holding onto Ithaqua tighter while they’re in bed together, or refusing to let the other out of his sight.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Alva used to have long hair (we were robbed), so he knows how to braid and play with Ithaqua’s hair! It comforts ithaqua because it reminds him of what mother used to do, and Alva just enjoys having something to do with his hands, and to be in the presence of the other

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Acts of service!!! They’re constantly doing things for each other, like cleaning the others room without asking, making dinner, ect.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Ithaqua also likes using words and pet names, though the other doesn’t often do that. Itha will often call Alva things like “Dear” or “Love”, while Alva typically sticks with the others name, sometimes shortening it to “Itha”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ They have a big difference in their hand sizes, with ithaqua having the smaller hands. Ithaqua will sometimes take the others hands and look at every detail before holding them in his own.

Ithagrace

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Two sweethearts in one! What else could you ever want?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Grace strikes me as a more affectionate person, so she often gives the other short kisses and little hugs, leaning against his chest while they’re sleeping, ect.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ It gets poor Ithaqua so flustered at first, since he probably doesn’t have much relationship experience (let’s face it.. he lived in a forest) - but eventually he finds himself longing for Graces embrace

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ He likes to brush and play with her hair, putting it into cute little styles, mumbling about how gorgeous she looks while doing it

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Grace doesn’t speak much, if at all, though Ithaqua doesn’t mind much. He’s likely quieter himself, so the silence is comforting for him.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ In a relationship like this, Ithaqua would likely use pet names less, but would constantly say things like “you’re so pretty”, “I love you so much”, ect. He really wants Grace to know how much he values her.

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ I could see them baking together, or just doing domestic type things in general!

͙⁺˚*･༓☾ They both fear losing the other, but in this relationship they probably do a pretty good at soothing each others fears, making the worries shift to the back of the mind.

….

- I don’t typically write ships.. but I love to read about peoples ships and stuff.. AAAA I love cute stuff!

[otakusparkle]

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[oletus-manors-log]

good luck on renovating your new blogs and playing as rescuer doctor!! ✨✨ and good luck on trying to write. o7 maybe u can get some ideas from writing prompts like this ( https://www.tumblr.com/make-me-imagine/684813017765003264/sensory-prompts-2?source=share ) but instead of ur followers choosing one for you, you pick one that you like yourself? but yeah, i really love how you write for idv characters and excited to see more of your works. i'm rooting for you !!! (ง•̀o•́)ง

i don't have anything interesting happen in my life. i have been mostly studying and working for college, if not i would be playing honkai star rail and refreshing the idv x reader tag every 2 hours hoping to find something new related to my favorite characters ATUXHSJXHXH

- seer anon 🦉

Ty! They're very fun to do but also p much a pain HAOSHSIS I HAVE TO RENOVATE THIS ONE TOO 😩 absolute pain in the ass but I have a theme I can go so that's fun BAHAHAHAHA

And ooh, I can def use those prompts yes yes— I need to see which one I want to haunt first to yeet the stilts boi (Ithaqua) because my man and his voice has me "wait— oh I smell young adult being a bastard" (which doesn't help with the hcs I have of him if someone ends up going "lmao Navi what if you write hcs of him", do not tempt me. One is literally "y'all realize he'll have you carried on his arms or back right")

ALSO PLEASE SOBS IM SO GLAD YOU LOVE MY WORK— I sometimes feel like they lack in some areas (looking at my Naiad one. I forgot she was mute, but oh well), but I certainly will push out more! 🫡 I'm not gonna stop once I got my groove back, that's for certain KEKW

Ah yes, HSR, the one of the few HYV games I want to play but my phone would murder me LMAO— also felt for the IDV x reader tag. I swear, it's why I binge the fics in the tags because some are actually rlly interesting. I've binged a shitton of Itha's because the interaction from rp blogs of him and those that write abt him is... Very good material.

(another few I'd say I have binged religiously are Eli, Naib, Norton, sometimes Luca and a random set of hunters— aka "Navi chooses one hunter to hyperfixate on". Yes, my current ones are Antonio and Itha. Why? They're both bastards.)

Speaking of which, what are your faves? 👁️ Just a curious question I had since I like talking to others abt these things

[kurosstuff]

Hm

Ok I'm getting a couple asks about tags? (Anons but PLEASE use your actual tumblr-)

Comment under here on what/who you want me to tag your blog in.

Reminder on fandoms I do

Resident evil

Mother miranda

Lady dimitrescu

Donna beneviento

Elena Lupu

Marvel

Hela

Idv

Mary

Naiad

[mariewriting]

GN reader.

Warnings;None.

Grace with an S/o who is a hunter.

Grace only noticed your presence at the Duo hunter. Grace was very focused on doing her job as a hunter, and tried not to get distracted, but she couldn't when she saw you. She couldn't stop looking at you, as if she had a magnet pulling her towards you.

Grace thought you were a very lovely person, in her view.

After that, Grace simply couldn't get you out of her head. Grace loved everything about you, how you talked, walked, acted. Everything about you, she loves.

Even if she has liked you a lot, she doesn't show it much. Trying to hide her feelings as much as possible.

When you go to a match, she is counting the minutes and the seconds until you arrive. And when you arrive from the match, she feels more relieved.

Grace will agree to play a friendly duo hunter. And she would stay by your side all the time.

In case you are more intimate. Grace would be very affectionate. Becoming shy to any physical touch or sweet words addressed to her.

But she tries her best to hide her crush on you.

She gets very sad when you lose a match. She tries to cheer you up by doing tricks, like; making water fish float near you.

She loves your affection. And no matter how much she returns it, she's not much for hugging or showing you affection all the time. Because of the traumas she experienced when she was younger.

Congratulations! Grace is a great lover to have!

[butterfly-keeper]

Call of abyss

Warning: religion, violence implicite, murder, platonic relationship, limb amputation, main character death, post-manor.

Since you were little you were always told that there was only one God, that there was no one else but him and that all the other gods that people praised were pagan gods, beings that did not really exist and that they were blasphemy and those who believed in other gods were sinners . It sounded so stupid, people who believed in the existence of other gods.

Wouldn't they think the same of the beliefs of others?

You know why they told you about that, they didn't want you to believe in another god, specifically the supposed goddess who lived in the same town, Grace, the adopted daughter of a family.

From the moment that Grace had arrived in town, the drought had ended, at that time you were not yet born.

You had watched as a group of children chased after a girl, Grace, maybe a year or two older than you. You watched from the legania, as they were sneaking out, with morbid curiosity of how all this would end, you decided to follow them.

You hid behind some trees, analyzing the situation, it seemed that Grace had gotten into a lake, the children who were chasing her were on the shore, telling her things that you were not able to hear from a distance.

You waited a long time, until they left, leaving little Grace alone. You watched a little longer, waiting for her to come out of the water but she just didn't.

"If you don't get out of there, you'll shrivel up like a dried fruit."

Grace turned towards the shrill voice, looked at another child, somewhat younger than her.

She just watched, didn't say anything, just watched the child carefully.

"Can't you talk?" Asked.

She did not answer.

You analyzed what you got to see of his appearance, his wavy hair with a strange color, but not only that was what caught your attention, but also the gills on his neck.

Grace noticed that you were looking at her gills, she quickly hid in the water up to below her nose.

"If you think I came to bother you like them, no, I was just curious to see you."

Her eyes widened, somewhat surprised.

"I heard from my parents that most of the town believes that you are a deity or something. They want me to stay away from you." You looked down at your tiny feet. "It's kind of silly, isn't it?"

You didn't know when, but Grace had come to the edge of the lake, curious as to what you had to say.

You looked her straight in the eye, making her a little nervous.

"Want to be friends?" You extended your hand to her, expecting her to take it.

Grace looked doubtfully at your outstretched hand, it was like that for a long time. Maybe she didn't want friends and she preferred her solitude, you were about to lower her hand when she took it.

You looked at her with a big smile.

Since then, you and Grace would see each other secretly from your parents, you knew what would happen if they discovered you.

At first Grace kept a distance between you and her, she still didn't fully trust you, it was understandable.

You were trying to gain Grace's trust through gifts, things you found around that were interesting to you and so you thought that maybe Grace would be interested in it.

Perhaps a flower, a dead insect or an object that people threw away because it no longer served them.

To Grace, you were someone… weird, and she liked that.

"What do you think Grace of this?" You showed him a butterfly, perched on your ring finger, with slightly torn wings.

Little by little, your relationship with Grace was improving, she already had enough trust in you.

And with that, the years passed, Grace was already bigger and her beauty stood out.

There were still people who saw Grace as a miracle child. And your parents still believed that she was blasphemous.

Everything had gone normally during those years, until that day came…

Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end.

It started when the drought started once again, I was seeing shortages in fishing again and people only saw one person to blame, Grace.

Everyone turned against her, the people who believed that there was only one God, including your parents, excused that the drought had returned since they had made the true God angry and he had punished them for such an offense and that the only way that this will forgive them was to give him a sacrifice, to the false goddess, Grace.

You put yourself in front of the scared Grace, she had been caught in a fishing net and she couldn't escape they were completely surrounded. It only remained to try to make people see reason, but they did not want to listen.

They called you an accomplice of the false goddess, they decided that God needed not only one sacrifice… but two, the false goddess and her blasphemous companion.

Your parents did not object, they saw with absolute shame how their own descendant had decided to choose to follow the fraud and that you deserved the same punishment as her.

People did not hesitate, they threw you to the ground, they took out a butcher knife with a worn and rusty edge.

"No! No! No! ” you shook desperately, trying to free your limbs, they held tighter. You watched in fear as tears fell along with the cold sweat on your body as the weapon was raised.

"We will start with the blasphemous companion, so that the phony can see what awaits her."

“Grace! ”

The butcher knife hurtled down toward your feet, slamming into the bone, shredding the meat in the process.

A cry of pain escaped your mouth, you jerked faster, just like a fish out of water, trying to jump away.

From the small space that allowed you to see the bodies that supported you, you saw Grace. She cried, seeing how you suffered, without being able to do anything.

"Grace-" Another blow from the knife to your feet made you yell louder. Losing eye contact with Grace.

It went on like this over and over again, until finally your feets were ripped off your legs, following these, they shredded them until they were completely useless.

At some point you stopped feeling pain, you could hardly hear anything and your vision was blurred by tears.

Your suffering was not enough for people, they took your face in their hands forcing you to see how they did the same to Grace.

Everything was so unlucky, why? God, if you exist… Why do you allow this to happen? What fault do we have? Do we not matter to you? You are so cruel…

At some point, they had tied you and Grace to an anchor, you couldn't think what they would do anymore. Why an anchor? What will they do?

The strong impact of the water hitting your body and Grace's awakened your senses one last time, the cold water sent chills throughout your body, your amputated legs left a trail of blood in the water, the contact of your wounds with the water it burned It was extremely irritating, you just wanted it all to be over at once.

You felt the water in your lungs, slowly losing consciousness and the last thing on your mind was Grace, you couldn't see her, only her hair moving in the water.

Your hand trailed towards Grace's hand, trying to intertwine your fingers with hers.

Slowly everything turned black, it was cold, too cold, that annoying beep intensified and you didn't feel anything. Unfortunately you didn't feel how Grace's fingers joined between yours and little by little they began to change…

It was fun while it lasted.

[euryd-ce]

⚘ HEAVY RAIN

PAIRING: Yandere! Rosemary! Grace x GN! Reader

CW: Implied Kidnapping, Murder, Violence, Yandere

NOTE: I used (Name), but if you'd like to stick with the theme of Bélóstáin's flower code names no one's stopping you ^^

Whatever plans you had for the day, getting drenched and taking refuge underneath a large tree wasn't one of them. Your predicament could've been easily avoided, that is, if only you'd listened.

The weather forecast should have told you enough, and if you couldn't be persuaded that way, your friends' quick change of plans and warnings should have done the job. But you were hard-headed, and you wanted to make the most out of this trip by exploring every nook and cranny there was around Bélóstáin.

"I'll just take a quick walk!" you'd told your friends, only to let your feet carry you so far away that by the time thunder began rolling in the distance, you could only curse under your breath.

But by a stroke of luck, a grumpy man in blue came to your rescue. At least, that's what you wanted to think. You couldn't quite tell if he was there to mock your pitiful state or to escort you back to the lodgings. Either way, he seemed annoyed at something, or someone for that matter.

Dahlia, you figured from the flower he wore, cleared his throat before speaking with the most unamused eyes and gritted teeth. "The Oracle invites you to stay in her humble abode."

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, and you recalled the pamphlet you'd read earlier in the morning explicitly stating that she was not to be disturbed. "What? really?"

"Just- follow me." He sighed, extending an arm, and muttering. "You're lucky that she seemed to be in a good enough mood to let an outsider like you into her residence..."

The castle was far larger than any building you'd seen around the island–even the abandoned manor that rested behind the mountains. It intimidated you, to say the least, and you felt more like a trespasser than a welcome guest.

"You!-" Dahlia furiously pointed at the tall masked man once you both arrived around the entrance, but he was silenced at the sight of a purple petal.

"It's a pleasure seeing you here, (Name)." He gracefully bowed, purposefully ignoring Dahlia, and causing him to angrily stomp away with his umbrella.

"I can just wait here, really." you fiddled with your fingers, looking at the muddy mess you'd made on the outdoor flooring. "I greatly appreciate the Oracle's generosity but-"

As if on cue, the low creaking of the large wooden doors interrupted you, and noiselessly peeking out of it was the Oracle herself.

You gulped.

Dinner was quiet, excluding the sounds of trees tapping against the window due to the harsh wind or the pitter pattering of the rain. And as it turned out, you'd have to stay far longer than you thought. The storm's conditions only worsened, so the Oracle–or Rosemary as she'd insisted–was considerate enough to let you stay the night in one of the guest rooms.

You declined at first, with much respect of course. Making an inconvenience in the life of such a revered figure was the last thing you wished to happen, and your friends were surely worried about you by now. But she shook her head and quickly jotted down what she wanted to say on a notepad.

"The rain and winds are too strong for you to resist with just an umbrella. Tell them tomorrow."

"It's really fine, I-" The sound of lightning striking the ground outside startled you. It was getting irritating–that everything seemed so deliberately planned, that even the forces of nature seemed to play along.

"Ah- I... alright..." you meekly agreed, accepting defeat.

Unsurprisingly, even the guest room was lavish. Nothing less was to be expected coming from the private estate of the uncrowned queen of Bélóstáin, after all. The view from one of the balconies surely would've made a wonderful sight had it not been for the heavy rain–you reckoned you could see the lodgings from it on a clear sunny day.

"This isn't so bad... right?" you sighed and blankly stared at the ceiling before drifting away and into your slumber.

You awoke to the sound of the heavy rain.

The storm didn't seem like it was going to die down any sooner, and knowing how insistent Rosemary could be, she'd likely invite–or more so demand–that you stay within her residence until the unforgiving weather were to finally dissipate.

Not that you weren't grateful, you wouldn't dare be, especially when you'd unintentionally interrupted the already busy Oracle of Bélóstáin. But something felt wrong about the special treatment you'd recieved, like it was simply a means of having your attention directed elsewhere, like eventually, the Oracle would never allow you to leave, even when the weather would eventually calm down.

Alas, it was simply a gut feeling, but who was to say that gut feelings only brought up the impossible?

As much as it was tempting to remain on the comfort of the bed, you'd managed to resist. After getting changed, you made your way to the door, but to your surprise, it wouldn't budge open. You tried peeking underneath it, but there was nothing blocking its way from the other side. Then again, there was also the possibility that you just missed something as the space was too small for you to take a proper look. Forcing the door open would only put you at risk for damaging Rosemary's property, so you concluded that it'd been locked from the other side.

But why?

You heard a voice coming from outside, so you took a look down from the balcony and saw two figures–Rosemary and Dahlia, the former holding an umbrella and the latter holding a shovel; he was drenched in the rain. They were standing by three mounds of dirt, all of which had flowers growing over them.

At first, you figured that the Oracle was just tending to a little garden, but you let out a gasp and your hand flew over your mouth when you saw an arm, then eventually the upper half of what looked like (Friend Name) desperately trying to crawl out of the mound and screaming inaudible words into the rain. From what you'd seen, their body was riddled with cuts and their eye had been pierced by one of the flowers, but you couldn't bear to watch any longer, so you turned away from the scene, sitting with your back resting on the railings.

'(Friend Name)?!' you could only hear the sound of your panicked heart. 'Was that (Friend Name)?! What are they doing here?! Where is everyone else?!'

You fearfully looked down from the balcony again.

Everything was back in place. There was no (Friend Name) crawling out of the mound nor was there any sign of struggle out of it, like nothing had happened at all, and like your paranoia had simply rehearsed the entire scene so realisticly. But Rosemary's blank stare told you the contrary, that you'd just witnessed an attempted murder.

She quickly signed a message to Dahlia, who just as immediately dropped the shovel before making his way out of your view. She looked back up at you before putting a finger over her lips, mouthing a "shhh".

Within seconds, the door to your room burst open, and Dahlia frantically bolted to you whilst fumbling open a messy note. He looked more terrified than as angry as when you'd last seen him, but your face fell when you understood why.

'RUN, THE PLANTS ARE HER EYES AND HER EARS, YOUR FRIENDS, THEY'RE UNDERGROUND, BURIED ALIVE, BY ROSEMARY. SHE WANTS TO-' were all you properly read before blood splattered over the crumpled note in your hands.

You looked at Dahlia, but to your horror, blood dripped out of his mouth and he'd been impaled by a rose-gold spear. Behind him stood none other than Rosemary herself, who looked heartbroken at your frightened face.

Jumping off the balcony was your only choice of escape, and although you were more likely to die than to survive and run away, you took your chances; however, Rosemary followed with no hesitation whatsoever. She caught you right before your impact on the ground, but began strangling you in an attempt to make you pass out.

You struggled to breathe, and your vision was already getting blurry, but you swore, moments before you fell unconscious, you heard the familiar voice of (Friend Name), and a warning hoarsely uttered too late.

"(Name).... run.."

'you weren't supposed to see that, you- but i had no choice...' rosemary finally let go of your neck and was relieved to know that you weren't dead. '(name), i- we can still have our happy ending, can't we...? you'll forget about it... for me, won't you?'

not a response was heard, as she wept in the heavy rain.

[sandwichfordinner]

I’d like to request some Aquarium date headcanons with Grace, Emily, and Melly (romantic and separate). I look forward to your posts because they bring so much joy to me!

Yesyesyesyes!!I LOVE THE REQUEST SM!! Also tysm I’m so happy 😭😭 Your wish is my command 👍

Readers pronouns: they/them

Genre: Fluff

Tw: girlbosses/j

Grace

Honestly you didn’t expect to meet her in an aquarium. Plus you didn’t know mermaids exist? (For me she is a mermaid , I just find her one idk 🤷‍♀️)

It was on summer and you thought it would be pretty cool to go to an aquarium museum. (If it’s called like that 😭)

When you got there there were a lot of fishes , it was really pretty. But you caught something, a human?? A mermaid?? What was she doing in the aquarium??

You saw a really pretty girl staring at you curiously. She had a beautiful blue and green-ish hair with a beautiful braid , she even had a cute dress but it was a little torn. And with pure black eyes which really creeped you. It was like she was staring at your soul. When you noticed her staring she hid from embarrassment but you clearly saw her.

You went to the other side of the aquarium where she was hiding but when she saw you she hid again but from the other side of the aquarium you were a minute ago. Did she wanted to play hide and seek?

How on earth can someone catch such a pretty mermaid and put her in a big aquarium with the other fishes.

She peeked again to see if you’re still staring at her. She hid again when you glanced at her. You put a hand on the glass , even if it wasn’t allowed. She looked again at you for the 4th time , slowly got out of the spot she was hiding and placed her hand where exactly was yours from the glass. She was so confused. But she liked it. A small smile prepped on her face. You returned the smile and blushed a little . She’s so pretty. But again when she realised she got scared and went to the spot she was hiding again.

For how long will she be doing this? You waved her for goodbye and went to see the other aquariums. When she got out of the spot she was really saddened. She hopes that she can see you again.

Surprisingly you often go to that aquarium in summer , but not that much in winter.

In the next day you wanted to see her again. But the bad thing was that the aquarium was closed. You sighed sadly , but before you left you saw a girl getting out somehow from the roof?? She was wet(don’t you dare). She looked at you scared but quickly her expression turned into shock and happiness. That was the mermaid you saw yesterday! She waved at you but you could only stare in shock.

How did you get out of here??

She gave you a signal to be quiet.

Well the aquarium had a vent and with that I got out but it was difficult I scratched my leg and it hurts a lot.

Her leg was bleeding. You felt bad for her

Is it okay if I bring you home, I have some bandages , that will stop the bleeding.

She stared at you. Will you do something bad to her? She still doesn’t really trust you. But she doesn’t know where the ocean is , plus she doesn’t know where to sleep now.

Okay..

Don’t worry I won’t hurt you! Oh by the way my name is (Y/N) what’s yours?

Grace..

Wow such a pretty name!

At first you were curious how can she breathe underwater and on land.

She was kind of a mermaid then?? At first when you both were infront of your house she was scared. She still didn’t trust you. But you told her that everything will be okay and will not hurt her. But she had no choice anyways.

It has been months since you have met her and attached to her pretty quickly . You did ask her to go out to an aquarium but not the place she was. Even prettier and larger.

But before that you had to put sunglasses because you don’t want others to think that she’s some kind of monster, oh and for the skin tone.. I am not sure , I don’t think that people really care, they might think that this is some kind of cosplay.

She absolutely loved that , it was really pretty for her. Her staring in amazement while you are holding her hand and smiling softly.

Of course when you asked lastly to be together she agreed. But she was a blushing mess too. She was so happy that someone really cared for her and showed her real love. <3

Emily

Emily is a really busy woman in the manor. I mean she is the doctor here. There is none stop a survivor injured from matches or because they have tripped etc.

You always try to comfort her since she’s really tired from all of these treatments. You’re always here to make her tea for her to calm down and talk , or just massage her back. She’s really happy about that.

But it was a day off for her since Ada was taking her place , because she saw how much Emily was tired from all of those treatments everyday. Ada isn’t really good at that but she will try and told Emily that she needs to rest or go somewhere to calm her nerves , maybe a place to go with your lover,

Wait, wait, wait. A place where you can relax with your lover?

She have never thought of that.

When she sat one of the benches in the garden she thought where she and her lover spend together. To the park? No.. To the beach? Well uh… When she was still asking these questions she got an idea

Aquarium! Aquarium date!

She got up quickly and walked fast to your dorm. She knocked three times and waited for you to open the door. As you did you smiled and asked her what happened.

(Y/N) love! I would like to ask you something. Are you free today to go to an aquarium date with me?

You blinked a few times in confusion to process what she have said, you smiled widely and hugged her.

Yes! I would love that!

It was one of the best times you guys have spend together.

One of her favourite fishes are the Siamese fighting fishes. She really liked them because they can vary in color from blue, red, orange, yellow, black and green. They are just so pretty.

You giggle because of her reactions of amazement. Just the two of you , shoulders touching and looking at the big beautiful aquarium full of lots of fishes,rocks,sea plants.

She’s a little disgusted by the octopus and doesn’t like them. She just finds them really weird.

There was also tanks with dangerous sea animals. Of course Emily was kind of amazed but horrified. So she preferred just to look at the all kinds of beautiful and cute fishes.

There was even an option to feed them , it was a cute moment at first but Emily almost fell 💀

Overall she enjoyed her day off with you. Hope Ada is doing a good job.

Melly

It was one of your ideas again.

Melly was outside to get some fresh air until you came behind her and gave her a surprise hug . She flinched and turned around really quickly but when she saw you she calmed.

(Y/N) dear… What are you so excited for?

I was thinking maybe we can go out on an aquarium date?

Aquarium..date?.

Yeah! I have seen you work really hard on taking care of the bees and our garden a lot ,even cleaning the house more than me. Which makes me really guilty for that honey , I just want you to relax for a bit and go on a date with me!

A-ah that’s really nice of you.. But who’s gonna take care o-

Don’t worry everything will be okay trust me , plus you have been working a lot sooo

You took her hand , which made her blush.

W-wait! Now???

Yeah!

But I haven’t changed yet! I am not going dressed like that! Just wait for me a few minutes okay?

When you both entered she thought it was really pretty

Okay in which section do you want to go? C1 or

Wow look at those aquariums full with pretty fishes !

She ran up to the ones with clown fishes and stared at them like a little 7 year old.

She was so happy and interested.

Melly loved you so much , the perfect lover she has dreamed years.

You can see her with a sad expression while looking the tanks full of fishes , something was wrong?

It was that.. It reminded of her husband. The one that used her for her beauty , not personality. Their first date was exactly an aquarium date. She hated thinking of those memories.

But she’s so happy and grateful having you. A great and caring lover.

When both of you got home , she was about to cook but you stopped her saying that you will (try) to cook something for her, because she is the best lover ever.

That almost made her cry from all of that kindness that you gave her today. 💕

Overall she was happy , one of the best dates ever.

Hope you liked that ❗️

[ever-is-typing]

Hewwo~

Mind giving me some yandere halberd of silence Grace hcs?

note: oh ho ho, the first yandere request 😳 and a skin request too?! two birds with one stone bbyyyyyyy ☺✨

also fair warning: these hcs will feature a variety of uncomfy topics, including but not limited to- obsessive behavior, sadistic behavior, mention of drowning, mention of death, mention of/forced participation in a sacrificial ceremony. (and please for the love of God don't romanticize these sorts of relationships they're very harmful and abusive (but I'm sure yall are smart enough to know that) k thanks ♡)

🐠🐚Yandere! Halberd of Silence! Grace (Naiad)🐚🐠 relationship headcanons

• in this AU, Grace is a goddess of the ocean- so, in your small fishing village on the edge of the sea, she is revered as such

• you grew up partaking in numerous celebrations meant to honour her- festivals, feasts, the works

• Grace would usually watch on as these events took place- that might be how she first noticed you.

• there was something about you that stood out as alluring immediately. something she couldn't quite understand

• despite being a mere human... everything about you looked so... ethereal.

• and like that, she was hooked (pun intended lmfao)

• so she continued observing you.

• she would watch you while you worked with your family, hauling nets of fish onto land to scale them and gut them and sell them...

• she found herself growing hot whenever you'd jump onto a boat with your father to go fishing.

• seeing you within her domain was... arousing, in plainest terms.

• sometimes, you swear that you can see the silhouette of a woman shimmering beneath the waves.

• not only that, but when you have your back to the water, sometimes you feel gentle breathing trailing down from your ear up to your neck-

• you've just chalked it up to paranoia as a coping mechanism.

• Grace made sure to always bless your fish harvests whenever you were present with the other fisherpeople-

• a silent gift to you from your benevolent and adoring goddess.

• soon enough, others had taken note of all of the fish you'd haul in on a daily basis

• they called you blessed- chosen by the legendary goddess to bring fortune to the village.

• and, soon enough, you were being called on by dozens of villagers on the daily-

• be it to bless crops or harvests, they all thought you were to act as Grace's chosen mouthpiece

• and naturally, that sort of pressure got to you real quick. you were nothing of the sort! you just wanted to live a quiet, humble life with your family!

• and that aching feeling of being watched never ceased.

• so perhaps one night you ran away to the shore to be alone.

• and perhaps that is when the goddess begins to feel particularly confident-

• confident enough to reveal herself to you, her beloved mortal.

• she would confess to everything. stalking watching over you, blessing you, being positively enamored by you...

• you were absolutely horrified. but she was quick to reassure you! she did it all out of love, so it was okay!

• she saw how much stress you were facing in your village, and seeing her darling undergo such turmoil made her heart ache.

• so she would extend her divine hand to you. she would offer you everything your heart desired- power, status, riches...

• ...so long as you were to join her in the depths, to stay by her side and to worship her for eternity.

• she didn't know why you looked so scared. a goddess was confessing her undying love for you! you should have been honoured! throwing yourself to her feet, not hesitating to give yourself to her immediately!

• but, you did none of those things.

• instead, you... you ran away. like some little coward!

• Grace might feel distraught at first. upset, even. but that wouldn't last long before she got angry.

• Grace, despite her otherwise docile and benevolent behavior, is still a goddess of the sea, and something to be feared.

• and after her will is rejected? by a human, the very creatures who were meant to abide by her every wish?

• you can bet your ass she was enraged.

• from then on, your village faced a merciless deprivation of food. fish would turn rotten as soon as they were caught, and the once fruitful crops all deteriorated and crumbled to dust in an instant.

• no one could eat anything- and, over time, people began to die. if not by the means of starvation, then through their own despair to leave the village and be caught in the hurricane.

• oh yeah, the hurricane. forgot abt that

• the storm flooded and destroyed everything. it wrecked buildings, ruined homes, and many people who desperately tried to escape the carnage met their ends at a watery grave.

• despite it all, though, you were kept alive. Grace wanted you to see what your defiance had caused.

• this was a punishment for you- she wanted to see you hurt for going against her.

• after two weeks of this merciless onslaught, the villagers grew very angry with you.

• "Why is the goddess doing this to us, Y/N?! What did we do wrong?!"

• and of course you knew why. but you couldn't say- not without humiliating yourself and wracking yourself with guilt further.

• but, as I said, the villagers were desperate. they wanted this suffering to end, and, at this point, they didn't need an explanation.

• if you couldn't perform your duties as a prophet, perhaps you never were one at all- which justified everything they were about to do next.

• you were taken from your home late at night. you kicked, you screamed, you sobbed, but your pleas for mercy fell upon deaf ears.

• the villagers had to appease the goddess somehow- perhaps through the end of your life they could find peace.

• and, as you were tossed into the sea, thrashing and screaming for air, the last thing you saw... was the shimmering silhouette of a woman.

"To defy me was foolish, my love... not that it matters. Willing or not, I will have you in the end."

- Yandere! Halberd of Silence! Grace ⚔⚔

[ithaquasbbg]

hello! could i possibly get a idv matchup?

I go by all pronouns (i just default to they/them), im pansexual with innattentive ADHD (aka ADD) and an anxiety disorder. My MBTI type is INTP-T, and I'm a scorpio - rising taurus. I'm very outgoing and funny with my friend group, however i get anxious and very quiet if im in public without someone else i know being there. i've been told im a perfectonist and that i set high standards for myself, when i dont meet those standards i tend to break down. i have a hard time asking for help in general and tend to bottle up how i feel which has cause people to get angry at me because i do not know how describe how im feeling. i have been told i'm very observant and tend to notice little things in stuff like movie scenes.

im very pale with a lot of freckles everywhere with a curly dark brown wolf cut. i tend to bruise and scratch myself easily as well. i speak english, german, and spanish (english is my mother tongue) !!

my aesthetics in terms of clothing range from 90's-ish to cybercore…. although my usual fit will have silver jewelry. i like going out from time to time to shop or picking up food from local food shops!! on terms of food, i have fast metabolism so im hungry for most of the day…my favorite kind of food is texas bbq!!! I love to cook and read a lot so i tend to stay up late doing just that lmao

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Hiiii anon! I’m sorry this took a while, matchups are a little harder for me lol. Ty for the request :)

08 | I match you with….

Grace | Naiad

….Headcanons below….

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|🐟| I feel like she’s somebody who would benefit from having an extroverted partner- somebody who would help her out of her she’ll and become less reclusive!

|🐟| I also feel like she’s probably quite calm and patient in general, so she likely wouldn’t be bothered by your ADHD or anxiety much if at all

|🐟| She seems like the type to be good at comforting others, so if you had a really bad day and were really anxious or feeling defeated by your perfectionism, she’d probably be patient and kind to you as you calm down

|🐟| Speaking of perfectionism, she doesn’t strike me as a perfectionist at all. This could cause some misunderstandings every once in a while, and she takes some time to forgive if it’s a big one, but I don’t think she’d be too offended or bothered

|🐟| She’s probably quite fond of your appearance and the way you dress- it’s unique and makes you easy to remember!

|🐟| Sometimes she’ll trace little designs on your freckles :))

|🐟| She seems like she’d have a fast metabolism as well, and would probably have no problem eating a lot with you

|🐟| Give Grace some time, and she might even make some things with you!

|🐟| I feel like she’d like reading with you, laying her head on your chest and listening to you read it aloud, or reading it herself!

|🐟| Eventually she’ll probably fall asleep, which would probably serve as a reminder that you need to sleep as well.

[ithaquasbbg]

IDV REQUESTS FORM AND MASTERLIST (LU: 19th May 2024)

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Hi, I’m Mae! My requests are always open unless noted otherwise. That out of the way, here’s my form! (Master list under the cut)

Rules

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REQUEST FORM

Type : One shots, scenarios, and matchups allowed

Pairing : CharacterxCharacter and CharacterxReader allowed

Additional info : things like model!reader or any AUs you want covered.

Current character limit : 5 for Headcanons, and 1 for one shots for times sake, but if I have motivation I’ll do more :)

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MASTERLIST

OLETUS MANOR GENERAL HEADCANONS

Naib Subedar (mercenary)

- Naib x Siren!S/o (Headcannon + Oneshot)

- Ganji, Naib, and Norton when sabotaged by s/o

- Andrew, Naib & Lucky guy w/ an injured s/o

- Ganji, Norton and Naib when their s/o gets into a fight

Luca Balsa (Prisoner)

- Luca & Andrew x Shy! Affectionate! S/o (Headcannons)

Andrew Kreiss (Grave keeper)

- Luca & Andrew x Shy! Affectionate! S/o (Headcannons)

- Andrew, Naib & Lucky guy w/ an injured s/o

Aesop Carl (Embalmer)

- Aesop x Amnesiac! Reader

- Aesop x Amnesiac! Reader pt. 2

- Aesop x Amnesiac! Reader pt. 3

- Aesop and Eli when their S/O gets into a fight

- Selfish | Aesop x ballerina! Reader

Ithaqua (Night watch)

-Snowy - Ithaqua x reader

- (PLATONIC) Joseph and Ithaqua found family Hcs

- (PLATONIC) Father’s Day - Ithaqua & Child! Reader

- ITHAUGUST 2023 MASTERLIST

- Pretty boy - Ithaqua x gender neutral reader.

- Ithaqua with a short Hunter s/o Headcanons

- Don’t worry - Ithaqua x reader

- Ithaqua | Night watch cuddling Headcanons

- Ithaqua | Night Watch w/ a clingy s/o headcanons

- Ithaqua | Night Watch kissing headcanons

- Ithaqua | Night Watch with a sick reader headcanons

Luchino (Evil reptilian/Professor)

- Luchino x Pyromaniac! S/O

- Luchino and Jack with an exhausted S/O

Joseph (Photographer)

- (PLATONIC) Joseph and Ithaqua found family hcs

- Mon Cher - Jose x reader x Joseph

- Reflection - Joseph x reader

- Joseph with a reader who dislikes the photo world Headcanons

- Joseph Desaulnier | Photographer general relationship Headcanons

Jack (The ripper)

- Jack the Ripper x reader Headcanons

- Luchino and Jack with an exhausted S/O

Ganji Gupta (Batter)

- Ganji, Naib and Norton when sabotaged by s/o

- Ganji, Norton and Naib when their s/o gets in a fight

Norton Campbell (Prospector/Fools Gold)

- Ganji, Naib and Nortion when sabotaged by s/o

- Ganji, Norton and Naib when their s/o gets into a fight

- Norton Campbell | Prospector / “Fools gold” general relationship Headcanons

Jose Baden (first officer)

- Mon Cher - Jose x reader x Joseph

- Jose Baden | First officer w/ an adoring S/o Headcanons

Lucky guy

- Andrew, Naib & Lucky guy w/ an injured s/o

Nathaniel Norwell (Guest appearance?!?!)

- Regain control - Nathaniel Norwell/ Nebu x reader

- Nathaniel Norwell with a fiancé S/O

- Nathaniel Norwell with a manipulative reader Headcanons

Victor Grantz | Postman

- Victor Grantz | postman with a fem pen pal reader Headcanons

Eli Clark | Seer

- Aesop and Eli when their s/o gets into a fight

Frederick Kreiburg | Composer

- Frederick Kreiburg | Composer general relationship Headcanons

MATCHUPS (can be read as Headcanons)

-Matchup 01 - Antonio & Frederick

-Matchup 02 - Orpheus & Ithaqua

-Matchup 03 - Joseph

-Matchup 04 - Frederick

-Matchup 05 - Aesop, Demi & Sangria

-Matchup 06 - Wu Chang (Xie Bi’an & Fan Wujiu)

-Matchup 07 - Luchino & Alva

- Matchup 08 - Grace | Naiad

More to be added :)

[kurosstuff]

Hmm why don't you just do both for the fake Twitter? You can also just ask which character(s) for the x reader too before if your stuck?

Hmmm ok-

Then for the Resident Evil tell me what character you want me to make it about for the fake twitter/group chat thing

And same for the IDV between Mary or/and Grace