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[strawberryvera]

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

cw: none!!

Vera and edgar gender neutral x reader sfw!

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

VERA NAIR

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

“I’m busy right now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Is everything okay..?”

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

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

Vera quickly cut them off.

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

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

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

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

“..thank you, Vera..”

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

“Anytime, my dear.”

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

EDGAR VALDEN

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

“Hm…Who is it?”

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

“…It’s me…can I come in…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“..thank you.”

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

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

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

[hexacorethecorpse]

Identity V Head Canons

Fiona and Mary Part Two - Baking with their S/O - Requested by @strawberryvera

Fiona Gilman

Baking pastries! Fiona loves baking pastries, she's been baking since she was a kid and her favorite has always been cinnamon buns. Almost everyday, you'll wake up to her baking something whether is be cakes, cookies, and of course cinnamon buns.

She likes doing the work while you watch! Whenever Fiona tells you she's going to bake and you try to help, she'll insist that she can manage most of the work and that you can just watch, she'll of course give in after some affection and pleading but will still only give you easy tasks.

Licking the extra icing off the kitchenware with you! While you two wait for the batter to set, Fiona brings you the kitchenware so you two can taste the icing and batter. She'll normally only have a little and leave the rest for you but won't resist if you leave more for her and tell her to have some more.

She bakes frequently! Whenever Fiona notices that you're running low on snacks, she'll start baking new batches the same day. While she normally gives in to you after pleading and affection, she insists that she wants to bake for you, holding firm on her position no matter what you say.

She loves trying new pastries and flavors with you! While cinnamon buns are Fiona's favorite, she absolutely loves trying new recipes, if you show her one you found online and ask her if you two could try making it, she'll drag you to the kitchen with her as fast and as soon as possible to make it, baking several batches after if you two like it.

Mary

Making sweets! Mary's favorite thing to make is sweets, anything from souffles to cookies, she'll bake anything sweet. She's been making sweets since she was young and her favorite one to make is a souffles.

Gets up early to make more sweets! Mary normally gets out of bed in the early morning so she can make more sweets for you. If you're an early-riser, you'll normally wake up to the sweet smell of her baking and the beautiful sound of her melodic humming.

Knows your favorites! Mary quickly learned what your favorite sweets and flavors were and makes enough for you to almost always have some ready, whenever the current batch is close to finishing she'll quickly get to the kitchen and make at least two more.

Doesn't let you help! Whenever you even suggest doing any of the hard parts of baking, Mary picks you up and kisses you then sits you down on the counter and tells you that she can handle the work and you should relax, though after some persistence she will let you help.

Acts Protective! Mary never lets you touch the stove or doing anything with hot pans, plates or anything else that's too hot. When asked why, she'll tell you that she doesn't want you to burn your cute, little hands then kisses them.

Eating left over batter! Mary doesn't usually eat left over batter but will give you the kitchenware to let you do so. She'll try to convince you to just eat it all but if you insist that she should also have some she'll finish it with you.

[strawberryvera]

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

annie and edgar x gn reader head cannons!

cw: none!!

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

sfw!!

ANNE LESTER

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

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

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

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

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

EDGAR VALDEN

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

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

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

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

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

[strawberryvera]

⌞🔎⌝ It’s your job now. ⌞🌊⌝

Amelia Watson x Gawr gura (amesame) angst

warnings: general sad stuff I guess idk

A/N: I’m writing this when I should be asleep rn 😭😭 I have school tomorrow and I can’t write properly rn I’m beyond cooked 😭😭 and again I keep forgetting to practice my writing so sorry if this is bad or out of character 😭😭🫶🫶 and also sorry if the ending felt rushed, not only have I just gotten out of art block, but I’m working my way out of a writers block too💔💔

sfw :3

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The faint creaking and white noise of small hesitant foot steps filled the once life filled and systematized detectives office, as a lone woman stepped inside reluctantly yet needingly. Her blue streaked white hair hanging low between her slumped shoulders. She looked around the dead-aired room, staring at the room too long felt as if it burned her, jolting her head back down, as if she touched a hot stove. The cold and tensioned air bit at her exposed legs and face, as she closed her eyes, taking a deep inhale. The somber face looked around, as her blue tired eyes hit a landing on the former blonde detectives desk. The desk was discharged of its multiple papers and different case files it had covering it once before, remaining only with one case file, a stamp, a detective cap, and a note.

Already second guessing, the sight shipped out tears to the rather petite girl from her ocean blue eyes, corners of her lips turning ever so slightly. Her breath that shes been holding for these few seconds that ever so slowly ticked by released into a small sob, as her she clenched her hands gently into fist, as if she was grabbing for something, as if she was grabbing at her dearest Amelia. She closed her eyes for a moment, it was only about maybe 5 seconds she yielded her vision, but those five seconds felt more somber and rather long.

She opened her eyes again, granting her vision back, as she moved her body to the former Amelia Watsons desk. Her body felt heavy, as if chained balls were cuffed to her thin wrist. She looked down at the single remaining case file on the once paper populated desk. Almost forcefully levering her arm up, she took the note.

“It’s up to you now, detective. I have to go and take on other timelines, but I trust you to care for this one! Don’t be to sad that I’m gone, hopefully I can make visits. It’s up to you now, detective, see you later alligator!”

Her eyes lingered from the note that was left, to the file. The file had a red stamp on it, reading the words “case closed”.

“It’s my job now…”

Gura spoke in a somber breathed tone, as she let out a small sigh, turning into a small sob. Her eyes focused on the now empty, wiped out bulletin board. It was simply unnerving seeing such a systemized busy room, populated and glowing lively with cases, now a baren wasteland, as if a war had hit and wiped out everything. The silent chaos in her mind, compensating for the unseen damage the war left.

“it’s my job now.”

[strawberryvera]

『★ MY LITTLE STAR. ★』

Sana x ina (rarepair request from a friend!!)

cw: none!!

angst

a/n: still trynna get back into the swing of things even after doing something a bit simple with the idv head canon thing, sorry if my writing comes off as weird or awkward I don’t mean for it to be 😭

sfw!!

On the moon with Sana….

The space is silent, dark, and cold. The unwelcoming but rather peaceful chill of the atmosphere greets Sana, as she walks out of her small little house on the moon, and takes a seat on the edge.

Sana thinks a lot about space, not like she has much else to do, but space has always been an interest of Sanas ever since she was little. She would read books, watch shows, and films about the great cosmos above and was absolutely encapsulated with the idea of deep space adventure.

And now, she’s sitting here, on the cold rock of the galaxy, alone. Unable to contact or converse with anyone, sitting here, alone. She has a troubled look on her face, as her head slowly tilts down, hands pressing against the cold rocky surface of the moon, as it’s clear she has something; no— someone on her mind.

It’s been almost a whole year after her departure from the council, and she still reminisces of that woman, the purple haired octopus woman, her little artist, her little star. Thoughts of her troubled Sana, as her breathing sped up, and began to feel more upset.

“Why couldn’t you come to space with me…”

She spoke in a breathless, shaky tone quietly to herself. As her head softly looked back up, then lightly back down to the view of the earth. The view was beautiful from where she was, but with reminiscing her time on earth and with her beloved Ina, it almost felt as if the earth was taunting her.

So now here Sana is, sitting alone at the edge of the universe, while reminiscing her times with her beloved Ninomae, her little star, she would often call her.

“Now thinking about it..I never got the chance to properly tell her..”

She spoke in the same quiet, melancholic breathless voice she was oh so familiar with now anytime she thought of Ina. She took a deep inhale, as she looked back down at the earth, a soft blur added to her vision, with a small tear escaping the barrier of her eyes.

“I love you, and I miss you, my little artist…my little star… I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you.”

She spoke a bit louder this time, keeping her tone at a moderate volume still as her hands stayed firm against the cold rock of the moon below her, as she sniffed a bit, a few more tears escaping from her eyes, with a soft sigh.

“Why couldn’t you come with me…?”

[strawberryvera]

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Identity v

Doki Doki literature club

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problematic/weird/illegal comships

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