#vera nair x you

[strawberry-writings]

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☆*♡¡~𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑~¡♡*☆

♡ Vera nair paired with a child!you ♡

~fluff, platonic...

{♡} Today the survivor's would be meeting a new survivor, there isn't much information on the certain survivor but all they know is that they're quite young. But that wouldn't stop Vera's morning routine.

She made sure to brush her teeth with toothpaste and a toothbrush, take a morning bath, and prepare herself for the day. She was assigned a match today so she would unfortunately have to go to battle.

She went with her signature red lipstick and black mascara, the beauty mark on her face isn't exactly too prominent so she used eyeliner to highlight it. Vera wore her basic clothing which was purple at the most, it was her favorite color.

Vera stepped out of her room and went to eat breakfast she normally ate a crossiant, and that's what she did. She simply ate a crossiant and drank some tea, but she would have to eat a lot more for dinner as she would need that energy. During matches you basically have to run from cipher to cipher, run while kiting the hunter, and run to rescue the others.

She would have to eat more to stay energized, the match was scheduled at 10:50am daytime but everyone heard Ms. Dyer speak to someone. They speculated that it was the new survivor and a certain individual, Mike Morton was good at making friends so maybe he would become friends with the new survivor.

The doctor came into the room with a child.

"(name) you'll be staying here from now on, and make sure to always tell me when you need help or something else."

Emily smiled at the young child, a bunch of survivors sat at the dinner table in shock because what was another child doing at this terrible manor? The Little girl in the manor also known as Memory approached the other child, she smiled and introduced herself.

"Hi! My name's Memory what's your name?"

(name) answered.

"My name is (name) it's nice to meet you Memory.."

The blonde little girl grabbed her hand and approached each survivor in the dinner room one by one. She eventually approached Vera, and pointed at her while saying

"This is The perfumer Vera nair and she's a container! She has also amazing taste in fashion!"

Vera looked down at the two children standing infront of her she decided to wave at (name) and Memory. (name) gave Vera a polite smile, but Vera was pondering about something else so she didn't notice.

A few hour's passed and Vera carefully walked to the matching room and to her surprise she saw the new survivor with The postman and The mechanic wearing her candy girl costume. The hunter was the Bloody queen also known as Mary.

Poor (name) looked quite anxious and scared for her first match, Vera swore deep down to protect her as she didn't want her to get injured by the hunter. She planned to take the first kite.

As everything went black Vera saw a familiar map called Leo's memory but it was rather more of a dawn outside, Vera ran carefully to the factory and began decoding. She saw (name) struggling with decoding so she decided to help, and she began decoding with (name).

(name) unfortunately got too frustrated and started crying a bit. Vera got down to her height and started comforting her, she tried her best to cheer (name) up.

After comforting the child they gave The perfumer a smile full of joy, but both their heartbeats increased which was a sign that the hunter was nearby. The Bloody queen entered the factory and gave them a smile, Tracy followed after Mary and seemed to be having a good time.

Vera immediately knew that the hunter was friendly and carefully took (name) to Mary and explained that she was being friendly. The Bloody queen showed her abilites and summoned her aqua mirror, everyone could see Mary's reflection and it soon disappeared.

They all went outside together and started having a snowball battle, Vera let (name) win and Tracy got hit by Mary's snowball. It was only (name) and Mary left.

"Oh nooooo! I'm doomed!"

Mary said faking a dramatic voice before feeling a cold sensation on her face. (name) had won the snowball battle and she gave everyone a smile full of joy and happiness, it was the smile Vera had while she was still with her dead sister.

Vera's real name isn't Vera its actually Chloé Nair, she murdered her sister because she supposedly plagiarized her work in perfumery, but that wasn't her twin sister's real intentions. Chloé still feels the immense amount of guilt till this day.

The match ended as The Bloody queen surrendered, and while going back to the manor The postman wasn't seen during the match. He was considered introverted and quiet and liked to communicate with animals.

Tracy, Vera, and (name) laughed and smiled on their way back from the match, it was truly a moment of Joy.

♡~

[aesopcatt]

Masterlist!

Emily Dyer  Emma Woods Naib Subedar Martha Behamfil Tracy Reznik Fiona Gilman Vera Nair Kevin Ayuso Margaretha (Margie) Zelle - X Reader Headcanons (GN) Eli Clark Aesop Carl Norton Campbell Patricia Dorval Mike Morton Jose Baden Demi Bourbon Victor Grantz  Andrew Kreiss -Shy Reader (GN)(Platonic) Luca Balsa Melly Plinius

-Would you still love me if I was a worm? (GN reader) Edgar Valden  Ganji Gupta  Anne Lester Emil Ada Mesmer Orpheus

-Would you still love me If I was a worm (GN Reader) Joker (Weepy) -Shy Reader (GN)(Platonic) Luchino Diruse Qi Shiyi Frederick Kreiburg

-Would you still love me if I was a worm? (GN Reader) Alice DeRoss -Would you still love me if I was a worm? (GN Reader)

Lilly Barriere Matthias Czernin -Shy Reader (GN)(Platonic) Florian Brand Violetta  Michiko Wu Chang Joseph Desaulniers Mary Antonio Galatea Claude Grace Alva Lorenz Ithaqua Sangria Fools Gold Lady Truth Mr. Inference Siegfried Melodis (Noir) White Gatto Desire Melodis (D.M) Necromancer Lady Bella Kroto Ronald Of Nice Paranormal Detective Lockheart Sway Tuberose Datura Rosemary Phantom Sail

[anime-kia]

You Can Do What?! (Part 1)

This is my gift to all of you. I'm gonna use one of my wash "day" routines though because some people have complicated routines and mines is very simple (and doesn't take a whole day) lol. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut

Relationship: Helpful Erik x Reader

Ah wash day... Great fun, right?

The night before, you prepped your hair with a homemade deep conditioner: Two tablespoons of coconut oil, one tablespoon of honey, one tablespoon of olive oil and half of a banana. For your scalp, you applied raw aloe vera and let it all sit underneath a plastic bag (which Erik laughed at you for) and your black satin bonnet. 

He always found a way to poke fun at your natural routine. 

Once you were too lazy to blend the banana out properly and you ended up with little banana seeds in your hair for almost two weeks. Then there was the time when you were upset and your rough hand caused aloe vera to break off into your hair. That took another two weeks to come out. He would either pluck them out and hold it up to your face while making a witty comment or he'd let you go out with the pieces in your hair if you were being stubborn. Erik being taller than you was both a blessing and a curse.

You woke up a little earlier to get wash day out of the way. You were hoping Erik would still be sleeping, but as you began shifting to get out of the bed, his strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back in. 

"Where you going?" He asked into your neck. His voice wasn't as raspy as usual and you could smell fresh mint as he spoke, so you'd assumed he'd been awake for some time.

"Wash day." You responded, pointing to your bonnet which was halfway off of your head and the plastic bag underneath had untied itself at some point during the night.  

"Lemme help you." He said, placing a kiss against your neck.

"What? No." You chuckled, as he turned you around to be face to face with him. 

His eyes were serious, "Why not?"

"Cuz no one touches my hair but me."

"But what about that time you was taking your braids out. I helped." 

Your eyebrows raised, "Hell naw, you almost cut my hair!"

"But I didn't." He retaliates. "Come on bae, this is different."

You pull out of his grasp and get out of the bed, "Nah, you might use Nair in my hair instead of shampoo."

 He gets up and follows you to the bathroom, "I ain't dumb, baby girl. Besides, how you think I be maintaining my dreads?"

Your arms fold against your chest as you scoff, "You go to that expensive Nigerian hairdresser in the city." 

"Aight, but- I'm at your place almost everyday and you always doing something to your hair. You think I don't watch you sometimes?" 

You open the vanity and take out a denman brush and four hair ties. "Well, if you watch me so much then tell me what I'd be doing next?"

"You gonna wash that shit out ya hair." He shrugged. 

He wasn't completely wrong, but not completely right either. "Not co-"

He holds his hand up, "But, first you gonna put on your playlist- Lofi hip hop." His eyebrow raises, "Right?"

"...Right." You stood corrected.

Erik was always the type who took studying very seriously. Sure he'd goof around, but when it was time to have the knowledge and information, he could provide it, regardless if it was studying for tests or studying a person's behaviour. You were no exception, Erik knew you better than you knew yourself (is what you believed at times).

"So let me help you then. I hear you letting out these hefty ass sighs when you think I'm not around."

You roll your eyes, "That's cuz my arms get tired. Sighing helps."

"How bout you relax, let me help you so you don't gotta be sounding like Chewbacca." 

"Boy, fuck you." You shake your head, hiding a laugh.

"Shiiiid, we can do that later." He smirks with lustful eyes.

You slap his chest as you pass by him, turning on the shower. "You know what?" You exit the bathroom leaving him with a big smile on his face.

"What you doing now?" He asks, still chuckling.

When you come back, you're dressed in a pair of old shorts and sports bra. "So your horny ass doesn't get any ideas."

"Hold up, you was about to get naked?" 

"Yes, but I forgot your mind thinks about pussy ninety-nine point nine percent of the time." Before he could protest you stop him, "I'd rather not have nut in my hair." Your comment makes him burst into another fit of laughter.

"Well I ain't showering in my drawls." He says, stripping out of his clothes, his morning wood present.

You stare at him with disgust and point at the tent in his boxers, "This is what I'm talkin' about!"

"I swear I won't try nothing." 

You raise your eyebrow.

"I swear on T'Challa's life."

You frowned at him, "You almost killed him, Erik."

"But I didn't." He quips with a smirk.

"You're stupid." You shake your head and step into the shower, adjusting the temperature because it had gotten cold. He follows you in (naked) and let's you throw the plastic bag and bonnet out of the shower. His hands find their way around your hips, "If you try anything, I'll cut your dreads off in your sleep."

He lets go of you, "Damn girl, was it really that serious?"

"It's always that serious." You hand him your favourite shampoo and conditioner, "After you wash my deep conditioner out, use this."

"I know what I'm doing, (y/n)." He takes the top section of your hair, gently unraveling it from it's twist. 

"Uh-huh. We'll see about that."

He delicately rinses the section out, making sure to remove any banana seeds or aloe vera pieces (making a mental note to make fun of that later). He opens the bottle of shampoo, squeezing more than a dime size amount into his palm (because we all know that "dime-size" shit does not work) and works it into your hair starting from the ends, working his way up to your roots.

"Make sure you don't put it on my scalp though, becau-" You try to warn him, but he stops you.

"Baby." 

"What?"

"I know what I'm doing, I promise."

You sigh, "Alright. But if you try anything I swear to God-"

"Relax." He pats your bum, "I got this. Trust me." 

After he completes the section, he washes it out, getting all the suds out and grabs the conditioner. The water begins to get cold, so you adjust it again. He tells you to close your eyes, but you already did, even before the solution started to cascade down your forehead. He works the conditioner into your hair just like he did with the shampoo and twists it, attempting to make a bantu knot to keep it out the way. Of course it didn't stay so you hand him one of the hair ties and he ties it around your hair.

So far, you're quite impressed. You haven't said much, only when you thought he was about to do something incorrect, but you did trust Erik. The only reason you were so antsy with him being in your hair is due to childhood trauma of jealous hair dressers or you just being a young dumb kid who played with scissors. Let's not even talk about your straight hair phase during the ninth grade. You worked too hard for the condition of your hair to let anyone mess that up now. 

When he finished the last section, he suggested a quickie, but you were adamant about not getting semen in your hair. He promised that he would avoid your it, but you were still skeptical. His hands have been roaming all over your body ever since, getting you hot.

"Come on baby girl, we gon' be standing here doing nothing."

You were glaring at him, "I already told yo-"

"Just the tip."

"As if you know what that means." You roll your eyes.

He knows you're right, just the tip does not exist in his book. "Then just a quickie. Nothing more, nothing less." He caresses your hips.

"Fine, but that's it cuz you still gotta comb my hair out." You pull off your shorts.

"I gotcha, don't worry." He turns you around and lifts you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he slides his fingers down in between your folds. His deft fingers work into your core, pumping in and out at a slow pace.

"A quickie, Erik." You remind him with panting breaths.

"Yeah, yeah." He slides his fingers out and lifts them in front of your mouth. "Taste."

And so you do. He watches you suck his digits, but you recoiled at the chemical taste of your shampoo and conditioner. "Eugh! Erik, you still got some on your fingers!"

"Oh shit, my bad." He runs his fingers under the falling water. "Try again?"

"No, just stick it in." You demand.

He presses your back against the cold tile, causing your body to shudder as he guides himself into your core. You both let out a moan and you close your eyes as he rocks his hips into yours. Your nails dig into his back as he thrusts into you, getting deeper each time. 

"Ohhh, Erik." You sigh. 

Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, as he pumps into you. You were sure this looked very steamy and romantic, sexy enough for TV or a movie even.

"You like that, huh?" 

"Mhmmm, ohhh."

It was all great until the water suddenly went extremely cold, you yelp loudly and he lets out an animalistic sound due to the water directly hitting him. He almost loses his footing, and you have another mini heart attack, prepared for your life to end.

"Oh my God!" You cling onto his body extremely tight, feeling your heart beating in your throat.

"It's aight, I gotchu." He pants and adjusts the water back to a warm setting. "Fuck, you need to switch apartments, this shit is whack. Can't even fuck in the shower in peace." 

You try to get off, but he holds you in place. His dick throbs inside of you, and it feels harder than before.

"Where you going?"

"Nah, I almost met the Lord. Put me down, Erik."

"Hold up, we ain't even finished."

"N- Ohhhhh!" You bury your face into his neck as he thrusts into your at an incredibly ridiculous speed, "Fuuuhhh, Erik!" Your nails dug into his biceps.

"J-just a b-bit more." He grunts, hitting you deep in your most sensitive spot. 

You already hit your climax, coating him with your warm fluids. He then slows down and with three deep thrusts he pulls out and sets you down, releasing onto your stomach.

"Whew, shit." He sighs, content plastered on his face. "Now let's hurry up, cuz if ya shower do that again, your landlord is getting shot." You almost forgot that there was still conditioner in your hair. You were ready to get out, legs shaky with that post-sex feeling.

"Don't shoot my landlord, Erik." You laughed at him. He smiled, but he was very serious. 

He started to comb out the knots from your hair, ends to roots, like he wasn't just all up in your guts. Erik made sex seem like nothing, but then there was you, barely able to last two rounds with him. Tapping out was never an option, you'd be too weak to do that by time he was done with you. 

He had fantastic dick. Period. 

"So you still gon' cut my dreads?" He asks, washing out the conditioner from your hair. 

"Mmh... I dunno."

He twists the section back up, and pulls the hair tie off of his wrist, wrapping it around your hair. "But you know if you cut my hair I might not be able to dick you down like that. You know the story of Samson?" 

You scoffed, "Erik, do not use an Israelite warrior to justify your dick." 

"But it's true." He begins on the next section.

"Whatever, E." You laugh.

By time he's done all four sections, his hands are running through your scalp giving you the best massage you could ever ask for. Moans escaped your lips unintentionally.

"Aye, you gotta stop making them sounds, shorty."

"What are you talking about?"

"You moaning and shit, making my dick hard again." 

"Boy, if you don't get ya horny ass on." You slap his chest, turn off the pipe right before the water got cold again and step out of the shower.

He follows you out, "So no round two?"

You roll your eyes at him through the mirror as you fix a towel turban around your wet hair, "I gotta do my hair, you're delaying me!"

"Aight shit, my bad." He holds his hands up in defence. 

"Horny ass..." You mumble under your breath, grabbing your towel. 

So that was part one! I hope you enjoyed!

I know everyone's hair care routine is different and mine is usually very simple. I switch it up a bit here and there. Oh yeah, that deep conditioner ingredient mix I listed at the very beginning is what I actually use (when I'm in the mood to make it) and it works very well. I'm one of the lucky gals whose hair/scalp doesn't mind coconut oil, and my hair loves bananas too.

Happy Holidays! Thanks for reading! 

(Start/Finish: December 24, 2018) 

[otakusparkle]

Identity V New Announcement (additional)

Identity V x IPSTARS Theme Cafe in China new Characters released

More character will be added as merchandises and menu in their cafe

Identity V x KFC (China only)

The one who will getting the collaboration is Naiad (Grace)

During the event, Perfumer (Vera Nair) will be reprinted too

Identity V x 非人哉 (Inhuman) collaboration

Identity V continuation of Main story

During the event of Ashes of memory, you will have free Reporter (Alice Deross) as detective in your room and Logic Path

Event preview

[pass1onepr1ncess]

Fan-made Houseki no Kuni x IDV crossover lineup because I said so and I'm having fun thinking about it! Also including the explanation behind each assignment!

Phosphophyllite - Cheerleader/Lily Barrier

Specifically Phos after Ventricosus's betrayal but before Winter and Antarc! So they've got the Agate legs from Aculeatus, but still have their original arms and head! I think Phos is perfect for Lily because 1)The agate legs made them SUPER fast and we all know Lily can RUN and 2) Phos at this point in the manga is still very cheery and optimistic!! It makes sense for them to cheer other people on and still be so happy!

Cinnabar - Enchantress/Patricia Dorval

This one isn't perfect, but I think it works! I think they way Patty holds herself and acts relatively fits Cinna, and I think it could be cool if the stun animation made Cinnabar's mercury poison float them around them! And when you do a long stun, it could cause Cinnabar's mercury replicas of themself to briefly form around the hunter's feet!

Diamond - Gardener/Emma Woods

As we see in Dia's first major appearance and introduction, they have a tendency for thinking outside the box with battle tactics! It makes sense to me that Dia would get creative enough to think about breaking the rocket chairs! Plus, I think Emma's bubble shield could be like the light refracting around Dia's hair :). Not only that, but I think Emma and Dia have pretty similar personalities!

Bort - Antiquarian/Qi Shiyi

This one I feel is pretty obvious, gameplay wise djbdi. I thought about giving Qi Shiyi to Dia at first, but I think she fits much better with Bort!

And ofc bc it wouldn't be IDV without that fifth identity:

Prince Aechmea/Yama - Opera Singer/Sangria

Listen, I know Netease is never going to do a genderswapped crossover skin because they're COWARDS (jk I know they have to abide by Chinese censorship laws) but it's too perfect! I mean if you just look at Sangria's shadow abilities as clouds then it's perfect! Just like on the moon! I think a good way to get around the censorship is to probably just make this skin one of the generic feminine-looking Lunarians but that's not nearly as interesting dbcjfbd

And, because IDV sometimes does Crossovers that go past just a part 1: IDV x HnK Part 2; On the Moon! Starting with the hunter this time!

Shattered Phosphophyllite - The Feaster/Hastur

Gonna be honest, this is mostly because I think the tentacles would be a good way to portray Phos' goopy gold/platinum alloy limbs. Plus, I think seeing Shattered Phos slouched over to fit Hastur's overall meaty and fleshy vibe and animations would be fucking terrifying vdjcbd

Lunar Dia - Psychologist/Ada Mesmer

Listen, hear me out. The whistle is Dia's singing. Also they gave Emily an accessory that makes her healing animation be singing and I just think Ada should also get one!

Moon Princess Cairngorm - Perfumer/Vera Nair/Chloe Nair

When she perfumes, the imprint of the Euphoria could be Ghost Quartz :). Also there's a theme of killing/getting rid someone who was so similar to them that they couldn't help but be jealous/resentful towards.

Alexandrite/Lexi - The Mind's Eye/Helena Adams

Lexi isn't actually blind like Helena is, but I mean. She spent 100+ years blindfolded so. Also! When she stomps her cane and for the duration of when the effect is active, it could change her hair and nail color to Red Lexi!!!

Amethyst 84 - Lawyer/Freddy Riley

Not much thought went into this one, I'll be honest. Ame became a scientist on the moon and I just think it'd be cool to watch them run around looking at one of the Lunarian notebooks to replace Freddy's map lmao

As for the graffitis, I think it would be rlly cool to have little cartoon chunks of the actual gems with their hardness level! It would also be really cute to have a little Shiro pet!!! Or even Kongo's Machine Brother!!

[rosemaze-reveries]

oomf and I were throwing around ideas about this and thinking about miss chloe got me ill 🫣 she’s sick she’s sick she’s si

Vera contracting hanahaki disease 💐

⚠️ CW: obsessive love. you don’t reciprocate her love & she can’t cope with that 🤪

⚜ Vera has always been fond of flower fortune telling, and she often infuses lucky flowers into her perfumes. She finds it bitterly ironic when she begins to cough up marguerite daisy petals. This flower has hardly any use in perfume, as it’s not very fragrant — but plucking its petals in dozens of games of love me, love me not has left her very familiar with them.

⚜ She very rarely makes appearances in public, so she’s not concerned about being discreet. Her maids sweep the trails of petals that litter the halls every day and there’s never a mess to worry about. They only dread the days you visit because the minute you leave, Vera’s frustrations spill out like waterfalls.

⚜ Despite that, her symptoms do ease up when you’re around. You may not “love” her in the same way she does, but your concern for her wellbeing is enough to keep her flowers in check. If you happen to ask about them, she’ll act as if her unrequited love is for someone else.

⚜ It’s when she’s alone that the tears resurface and she violently coughs up all of her pent-up yearning. Many nights are spent draped over the side of her bed, clutching her mouth in agony. Petals are sprinkled all over her sheets. Her maids bring her hot towels and tea, but there’s little they can do to soothe her.

⚜ She spritzes herself with her working Euphoria formula daily. Anything for a little moment of peace. But this doesn’t work exactly as she wishes, and so she turns to address the root of her problem: your failure to love her back.

⚜ She begins to tinker with a new recipe — a “love potion” perfume, which she mixes her daisies into alongside other aphrodisiac notes. They may not be very fragrant, but there’s no better ingredient for something like this than the physical manifestation of her love 💐 One spritz and you should fall all over her... ideally.

⚜ She leaves some dried petals at the bottom of the bottle, and as she sprinkles them inside, she plays her favorite game again: you love her a little, you love her lots... you love her passionately... madly... not at all... a little... a lot... on repeat. She has a neverending stream of petals to count, but naturally she ends on “madly”. For reassurance, perhaps.

⚜ You think nothing of it when she gives a sample of this love potion to you. Any work of Vera’s is bound to be of enchanting quality, and this is no different. She asks that you try it in front of her, keeping a close eye on your facial expressions while anxiously biting the tip of her finger.

⚜ No immediate success? You’re not collapsing at her feet begging for her? She grows more and more desperate with every passing second. What will it take for you to love her?

⚜ There comes a point when she can’t hide her coughing at all around you; your presence doesn’t give her temporary relief anymore. You pity her, but this illness is tragic that way. There’s nothing a friend can do except hope her love might someday be reciprocated. Vera feels like ripping out her hair.

⚜ Her confession appears only when she’s at her wit’s end. Bitter that everyone she loves keeps “betraying” her in some way, it sounds less like a love confession and more like an accusation for ailing her. This is all your fault, she tells you through tears and matted hair — if you would only hold her the same way she dreams of holding you, then she would be free of her torment.

⚜ Despite this aggression, ultimately she does cherish you. And so she collapses to her knees after her outburst and lets you make your own decision. She even offers Euphoria to you, albeit bitterly, as a means to forget the guilt (…if you have any) — or in case this disease might take her life.

[aesoaps]

imagine the survivors reacting to you in their clothes. there’s a new game update (or event?) where survivors are given the costumes of other survivors, so it’s basically just a big jumbo swap between outfits (identity v, buy my idea). how do you think the survivors would react to you in their clothing?

eli clark would be the second most blushy and fidgety out of all of them. the man would try his hardest to hide his face underneath the new hood he acquired (it’s supposed to be a replica of naib’s hood, he assumes). the sight of you all cozy and cuddled up under his cloak is making his heart want to explode, and for a couple of seconds, he genuinely has a hard time breathing (you had to go check on him, which only worsened his beating heart). he gets used to it after a while, no more with the squeaking in surprise at the sight of you and definitely no more hyperventilating, you can’t help but notice that brooke, his owl and trusted companion, has been staring at you more and more these days, though.

now, victor grantz would beat eli in the ‘dying inside’ agenda, seemingly almost passing out at the sight of you in his postman uniform. he’s the most blushy and fidgety out of all of them, jumping whenever you touch him.. even when you don’t notice that you’ve touched him in the first place. you look cute in a postman uniform, he thinks. the type to stare for a long amount of time only to try to explain himself with pitiful excuses once he's caught. he can’t exactly explain himself to you, though. instead, he just does frantic hand gestures while his face glows ever so red. he sends an apology letter to you later on, admitting that he just thought you looked good, though. and you can’t help but smile at how precious he is. <3

mike morton would be the best hype man ever, even when you think you look ridiculous in his colorful acrobat suit. stuff like “damn, who’s this hottie?” “you look better than me in my own clothing!” and “you’re putting me to shame, [name]. how could you?? :((” comes out of his mouth more frequently. unlike eli, you’re the one who ends up blushing more than him! >:(( he’s overall more flirty. in fact, he’s grossly flirty, to the point that it’s just blatant overkill. but can you blame him? seeing you in his clothing stirs something deep inside of him.

edgar valden, the master of denial. you’re honestly so tired of this petty bitch, lol. scoffs at the sight of you, but no one can deny the bright red hue on his face - even victor can tell he has a crush on you and that boy’s naïve about this kind of stuff. probably, at some point, remarks at you with something like 'you look ridiculous’ but when you change back into your regular clothing, he gets angry at you because w-why did you take it off? >:0 probably has a painting of you in his painter clothes somewhere hidden in his room.

vera nair is also mean about it but not as mean as edgar. sure, she’s frowning and actively ignoring you because feelings, but she actually has the decency to admit that you look good. once she realizes that she can’t avoid you forever, she gives you advice on how to look better and how to maintain your look in her perfumer outfit. whenever you have wardrobe accidents in matches, you best believe that this girl is already on your tail, more concerned about fixing you up than the hunter that is currently meters away from the two of you. if you say 'thank you’ or call her out for blushing like all hell, she will switch back to angry mode. >:C

bonus:

joseph was searching for a survivor to hunt down, going from cipher to cipher, when he stumbles into you.. wearing what he usually wear. you can’t help but laugh at the hunter with his face suddenly flat on the ground. you hear what you assume are muffled cuss words in french from him. and you smile before running, thinking about how lucky he was to have avoided falling on his sword.

[sandwichfordinner]

OKAY SO I POSTED MY FIC BUT I DELETED IT RQ BECAUSE I HAD SOME MISTAKES AND THAT MADE ME DELETE THE REQUEST TOO SO IT WAS ELI WITH A FIGURE SKATER S/O AND WHATEVER SURVIVOR I WANT TO ADD TO SO.

Eli

It’s not in the creepy way don’t worry. He’s just really interested how you do those movements.. You should’ve have been in that season when William had his limited S skin and Vera’s A skin..

Gets easily distracted too. Only focused on your skating.

Gets easily distracted too. Only focused on your skating.

Gets easily distracted too. Only focused on your skating.

Where do you skate when there is no ice? And how?? Your figure skates are made like Williams. Very interesting indeed and weird at the same time. You thought that at first.

He doesn’t really worry getting catched staring at you. He has his blindfold on! If you look at him he would quickly move his head away from you and pretends that he is petting Brooke or something. With a nervous yet soft smile. Like he didn’t just stare in amazement at you. Bro was even blushing.

He has fallen head-over-heels for you.

Not kidding.

He would be having pink little hearts around his head , with a silly smile on his face and blushy.

Brooke has to handle all of this.. poor animal. 😭

When the both of you started dating expect to be praised, A LOT.

,,Oh Y/N my princess/prince you look so stunning today!!~’’ a little , JUST A LITTLE FLIRTY. But still a really big gentleman and respectful.

Makes you scream like a teenage girl, twirling your hair and shii.

Smooth man like a butter.

He would be those type of guys who would scream from afar , telling you’re amazing, loves you, stunning, queen/king, can’t get his eyes away from you, TALENTED!! Bro is supportive, like a cheerleader.

Well uhh it would’ve been better if you chose a character cause I am not sure who you like and dislike so.. 😭

I will go with Vera cause why not.

Vera

The queen of skating with her A skin.

Is jealous and shows off that she skates faster and better than you!

Most of the times she beats you in racing , which makes her smile like a little devil, proud of herself and compliments herself.

She do be looking at the mirror in front of her with her costume on.

,,Of course you did sooo good! Better than Y/N! You’re the queen of this and no one would beat you’’

But since you were a calm one and didn’t cared if you lost or not you would give her compliments.

She would scoff and walk away leaving you confused.

But.. it made her flustered.

Secretly loves it okay.

,,Good job Vera , you did so good!’’ You clasped your hands together happy about her.

Her face went red and stuttered.

,,I err , thank you! I know I did good! …….. You did too.’’

,,What was the last part?’’

,,Nothing! Bye!’’ She walked away embarrassed.

Since you were a calm person , when you told her your feelings you were a little stuttering mess , sweating a little, but that’s normal.

She was staring at you shocked.

‘OMG.. Y/N likes me!! Okay , calm down..’

,,Uh , yes *fake coughs* I d-do! Too!’’ ‘DANG IT, WHY DID I SOUND SO WEIRD’

Confession awkward af.

But at least the two of you like each other😎

,,You did so nice honey!’’ She said to you while hugging you.

She’s a different person when it comes to love.

Made a perfume for your birthday.

Happy birthday love!

I made you a special perfume that will totally smell good on you, try it!

Love, Vera

• Vera 🫶🫶🫶

[sunflower1experiment]

HAPPY NEW YEAR

“It’s time for the year to come to an end, the earth has performed its full spin!!!” (Y/N) twirls around the table and struck a pose. “My love we shall commence the anniversary of our love!!!”

“But it’s not till a few hours.” (Y/N) stares at Fan then turns and just gets ready to leave the match room. “(Y/N) sit down.” They sit, “Ooohh~ we bein a bit dominate today huh~?”

Fan closed his eyes then appears behind them, “I don’t want you to get into trouble my love.” They sigh. “You’re just to sweet for me my precious Oreo.”

“I’m not a cookie.”

“DAMN IT FAN!!” They cry into the table while smacking it pathetically. “Can you two not!?” Vera scoffs, “Every time! Can we just start-“

“SHUT THE HECK UP!”

Those words would be repeated in this match.

“You are stupid!” Vera scolds them while they ran past, “SHUT THE HECK UP!!!” The two scream loudly trying to avoid Fan’s wrath. “You both need to be chaired! Lover or not!”

“But- Fan….Be gentle…” He stops, while (Y/N) gave him puppy eyes. Not even a moment later they were next to the dungeon after he downed everyone else. Fan came back then he glared darkly, “You only use that word between us. Not that diva.”

(Y/N) chuckles, “Sorry babe…oh-“ they both pause at the sight of fireworks. “…..Hm….”

Fan suddenly got on one knee and gave his lover a warm smile. “May I ask for a New Years kiss to start my year?” They blush, immediately without even answering (Y/N) smothered Fan and kissed him all over his face and then they share a passionate kiss. “I love you so much my love!!”

“As do I….now go in the dungeon.”

“Nu!”

Later on the two came back but (Y/N) was pouting. “What happened?”

“HE SURRENDERED!” (Y/N) pushed Orpheus’s face then whines like a child. “I wanted to kiss him more!! He’s so cute and handsome!! Especially in his new year outfit.”

The other survivors are no longer surprised with their antics. Just scared to be teamed with the survivor.

[the-manors-writer]

isaw that you do canon x canon, so is it alright if i request some martha x vera hcs please? If not, it's okay! Make sure to rest and drink plenty of water <3 have a great day!

thank you for the reminder, detective! do the same for yourself as well. - mod orpheus

request: general martha x vera headcanons pairing: [martha behamfil] coordinator x [vera nair] perfumer warnings: none

martha behamfil vera nair

martha and vera did not get along at first i’m going to be straight [ha] with you

vera thought martha was too reckless, going in for rescues even if tide had been used along with her gun

martha thought vera was too cowardly, rather avoiding danger as much as possible even though she was a kiting survivor

to be fair to vera though the previous one was because she heals so damn slowly it’s better for her to try and kite less if another kiter is there

but they warmed up to each other, especially during a blackjack round

martha kept getting downed by violetta, and vera stayed close by this time as the hunter teleported away

annoyed, the coordinator didn’t even notice that vera was close by

she jumped when she felt the perfumer touch her shoulder and start healing her

“...what are you doing?” “shh. you’re lucky i finished the cipher close by. come on.”

even though neither won that match, martha eventually warmed up to vera, and vice versa

martha isn’t the most ladylike person, though she does take care of herself... enough.

sure she has basic hygiene done but like that’s about it

rarely uses make up

vera looks forward to changing it!

vera loves pampering martha when matches are done. she never does it before a match because she knows her heart can’t take seeing one) her girlfriend’s face injured and two) make up all ruined in one match

martha acts like she hates it, but when vera straddles her waist carefully and apply a light blush to the coordinator’s cheeks, she couldn’t help but melt

coordinator frets over vera a lot, especially whenever she gets hurt in a match

with her slow healing speed, she’s afraid that vera might not be able to be healed in time before the hunter might find her

very worrisome girlfriend

after matches, when it’s not make up time, martha finds home in vera’s arms, taking in the scent of euphoria

vera loves doing little tiny braids in martha’s hair whenever they cuddle

also if you ever point out to vera that she stares at martha’s arms a lot when the coordinator isn’t wearing the jacket, you’ll catch the perfumer flustered and embarrassed

yes, vera likes muscle women [her girlfriend. her girlfriend is muscle women :)]

hee hee women 

[art credit - not found]

[strawberry-writings]

Edgar valden x shy!reader

Pairings: Edgar Valden x Reader

Fandom: Identity V

Warnings: Fluff, reader is really shy

~ He didn’t mind that you were shy he actually found it quite cute

~ But Edgar doesn't like to admit it, so he always says that it's weird

~ He doesn't say it but he likes decoding with you, and he thinks that you're the cutest person in the whole world.

~ He has some paintings of you in his studio, he likes to paint you with flowers

~ Edgar finds your shyness adorable and thinks it adds a lot of color to you

~ When you and Edgar met for the first time you had a hard time speaking to him since you were really shy, but instead of getting irritated like the others said. He was surprisingly calm and he stared into your eyes.

~ Edgar was actually observing your appearance and your personality, he found you really cute but never admitted it.

~ You normally have a hard time speaking to others so you normally hang out with Emma woods the Gardener because she's really nice and easy going.

~ You once told her about your feelings for Edgar and that you had a crush on him but not sure why if he liked you.

~ Emma told you that Edgar acts differently around others. He doesn't get irritated around you, He's very calm around you, and he stares at you a lot.

~ One day you both were in a match together

~ He bought you, your favorite flowers and confessed to you.

~ Edgar stuttered a bit and yelled out that he loved you and pulled his arm out signaling for you to take the flowers

~ You stuttered a lot but managed to accept the flowers and become his girlfriend

~ Edgar mumbled under his breath "Why are you so cute..."

~ You asked him what he said quietly and he said it again and you were super flustered.

~ You guys kept your relationship private and Vera nair the Perfumer found out because she saw you and Edgar kissing under a tree

~ You were super embarrassed and eventually everyone found out and were kinda surprised

[oletus-love]

Introduction + Rules

Hello everyone! You can call me Crimson/Crim or Maddie/Mads, whatever suits your fancy. I use she/her & they/them pronouns & I’m 21 years old. I’m also ace pan. I have ADHD & several other disorders. Currently, I play on the NA/EU server. I will link a Google Docs listing my mains here soon. Feel free to PM me for my ID if you wanna add me to play IDV! Please always read my tagline to see if requests are open.

What I will write:

• Fluff (it’s my favorite. if you request it, I will literally love you forever.)

• Angst (just nothing too excessive, please)

• Platonic (not my strong suit, but I can always try)

• Anything else besides NSFW

• Headcanons

• One shots

• Character x Reader

What I will not write:

• NSFW/suggestive content in any form (though I am a legal adult, I am also asexual, and that kind of stuff makes me uncomfortable. however, I know there are other blogs out there that will write this kind of content for you if you so desire.)

• The basics (p/dophilia, k/nk, inc/st, etc.)

• Anything more than platonic for Robbie or Murro

• Character x Character (this is an imagines blog for x readers only)

• Mental illnesses I don't know enough about

• Poly scenarios (at least until I get better at writing them)

Who I WILL write for:

Survivors:

• Emily Dyer/Doctor

• Emma Woods/Gardener

• Servais Le Roy/Magician (underrated boyo)

• Kurt Frank/Explorer (another underrated boyo)

• Naib Subedar/Mercenary

• Martha Behamfil/Coordinator

• Fiona Gilman/Priestess

• Tracy Reznik/Mechanic

• William Ellis/Forward

• Helena Adams/The Mind’s Eye

• Vera Nair/Perfumer

• Kevin Alonso/Cowboy

• Margaretha Zell/Female Dancer

• Eli Clark/Seer

• Aesop Carl/Embalmer

• Norton Campbell/Prospector

• Patricia Dorval/Enchantress

• Murro/Wildling

• Mike Morton/Acrobat

• Jose Baden/First Officer

• Demi Bourbon/Barmaid

• Victor Grantz/Postman

• Andrew Kreiss/Grave Keeper

• Luca Balsa/Prisoner

• Edgar Valden/Painter

• Lucky Guy

• Orpheus/Detective (I think he counts as a Survivor, maybe?)

Hunters:

• Leo Beck/Hell Ember

• Joseph Desaulniers/Photographer

• Robbie White/Axe Boy

• Antonio Paganini/Violinist

• Galatea Claude/Sculptor 

Who I will NOT write for (please keep in mind that I don’t have anything against some of these characters, and I worry that I won’t be able to do them justice. as I get further into the stage play and gain more character information through that and other means, I may give some of them a try later.):

Survivors:

• Freddy Riley/Lawyer

• Kreacher Pierson/Thief

• Melly Plinius/Entomologist

• Ganji Gupta/Batter

Hunters:

• Joker/Smiley Face

• Bane Perez/Gamekeeper

• Jack/The Ripper

• Violetta/Soul Weaver

• Michiko/Geisha

• Wu Chang/Black & White Guards/Xie Bi'an & Fan Wujiu (I love these guys so much. once I get their personalities down and learn how to write poly scenarios, there’s a high chance I will be adding them in the near future.)

• Burke Lapadura/Architect/Mad Eyes

• Hastur/The Feaster

• Yidhra/Dream Witch & Yidhra’s Followers

• Luchino Diruse/Evil Reptilian

• Mary/Bloody Queen

• Bonbon/Guard 26

• Ann/Disciple

• Percy/Undead

• Will Brothers/The Breaking Wheel

[otakusparkle]

Identity V Announcement

Thanks giving event

Reprinted and come back

3 events will came back as well as their bonuses

- Shadow race

- Tarot

- Dodge ball

Some Costume will came back too, as well as chase music, emotes, graffiti, standby motion

Game system optimization

1. Optimize daily free character system

2. Added favorite function for graffiti icons and icon frames

3. Added a permanent rejection function when a friend request arrives

4. Optimization of friendship gift receiving screen

5. Added simultaneous matching function for both sides

6. 130 max persona points (both factions)

Players with 120 persona points will automatically gain 130 after the update

7. New persona and talent for both factions

New Survivor release

Composer (Fredrick) will be released in Season 24

New season release

Season 24 Essence 1 Costume list

S-Tier

- Composer (Fredrick)

A-Tier

- Embalmer (Aesop Carl)

- Dream Witch (Yidhra)

New Rank Essence Release

Season 24 Rank Essence list

S-Tier

Wu Chang (Xie Bi'an/Fan Wujiu)

A-tier

Embalmer (Aesop Carl)

Little Girl (Memory)

Season 24 Logic path Costume

A-tier costume of Breaking Wheel (Polun)

Deduction star 2022 Costume Release

Survivor

- Painter (Edgar Valden)

- Female Dancer (Margaretha Zelle)

- Little Girl (Memory)

Hunter

- Naiad (Grace)

Nymph Award 2022 (S-Tier)

Geisha (Michiko) and Perfumer (Vera Nair)

Christmas event

A-tier

Evil Reptilian (Luchino Diruse)

B-Tier

Photographer (Joseph Desaulnier)

Entomologist (Melly Plinius)

Identity V New Collaboration Release

Identity V x Kamaty Moon (Part 1) In-game costume (A-Tier)

Bloody Queen (Mary)

Toy Merchant (Anne Lester)

New Pet release

The chiper machine bot

You can earn him for free in the events!

Maps adjustment

Other

- Lucky Guy will get S-Tier Costume in Event Shop (Spyglass)

- Identity V x Bungou Stray Dogs part 2 will be implemented at February 2023

Yep that's all of it~

[callmeminxx]

Hello! May I ask some hcs for Vera Nair with a quiet and shy s/o? If it's possible, with a g/n reader. Thank you!

Of course! I hope you enjoy!

Vera Nair x a shy g/n s/o - General Headcanons

♛  Vera, being sophisticated and “high-class”, would’ve been expected to settle and love someone like...a nicer version of Edgar (no offense, buddy). But she chose you instead.

♛ She liked that you were quieter, yet sweeter at the same time. She felt that it was nice to have someone who could understand and listen to her ramble on and on about almost everything, and would be fine with it.

♛ She has quite the fine set of manners and skills. She would HAPPILY teach you how to set a table almost perfectly, or even teach you how to waltz.

♛ She’s not a huge fan of public affection at first, but slowly grows into it. Holding your hand when you walk around with her, or even laying her head on your shoulder from behind.

♛ To her, another plus of you being shy is that she doesn’t really have to worry about you becoming “too” friendly with others

♛ Whenever you’re around her when she’s making her perfumes, she likes to have you help. Either by spraying some perfume and getting you to smell it, or teaching you how to make it in general. 

♛ Will call you small nicknames like ‘Royal One’ or ‘Sweetheart’ or sometimes the occasional ‘Darling’.

『• • • ✎ • • •』『• • • ✎ • • •』『• • • ✎ • • •』『• • • ✎ • • •』『• • • ✎ • • •』

Have any suggestions for me and my writing? Just LMK and I’ll try my best!

[mewmaru]

Introduction Post

Hi! I haven’t made an intro post despite being on tumblr for years (this account is less than a year old, I had an old account) so here we are!

Name: Kai, also go by Mew

I’m 19

Gender: jdoshgahaahja (non-binary); I sorta hoard gender labels, far too many to put here

Pronouns: I use many, but here are some:

Primary - They/them

Main -

Ze/hir

E/em

Xe/xem

Ze/zem

Zhey/zhem

Zae/Zaer

Sexuality: Ace spectrum

Romantic: Aro spectrum

I’m in several fanbases, too many to list right here, top ones include:

YTTD

FNF

End Roll

OMORI

Happy Tree Friends

Madness Combat

ENA

IDV

Vocaloid

SCP (I’m an author on the wiki)

OFF

Persona 5

The Portrait of Dorian Gray

Promare

Hatoful Boyfriend

Kins Selfhood/Me: These are just,, me sometimes when I'm having depersonalization/dissociating and can't tell who I am sometimes I am:

Russell Seagar (End Roll)

Basil (OMORI) Senpai (FNF)

Ranmaru (YTTD)

Aesop Carl (IDV)

Vera Nair (IDV)

Nene (Pico’s School)

Hank J. Wimbleton (Madness Combat)

Ena (ENA)

and some of my OCs

High kins:

Kai Satou (YTTD)

Alice Yabusame (YTTD)

Keiji Shinogi (YTTD)

Evan Hansen (DEH)

(and way more I'll list later)

DNI:

Racist

Homophobic

Transphobic

Transmed

Proshippers

Anti Mogai

Ace exclusionist

Support/are part of the MAP community

Think minorXadult pairings are fine

Uh can’t think of anything else but the general DNI stuff

DNI if you ship KeiSara, SouKanna, Russell x Tabasa (Ew, so gross.) any other gross pairings

SouShin makes me very uncomfortable please tag it I have that tag blocked

DNI if you are an adult that thinks mentioning teenage characters in NSFW ways is okay; I understand teens doing it but please don’t do it around me I am an adult and it triggers my intrusive thoughts

Block me if you interact with NSFW content of Ranmaru Kageyama because that triggers my intrusive thoughts extremely bad, any content like that with minors does but especially him

Please tag anything related to sexualizing minors like if your following me I’m hoping anything you reblog of that nature is just a criticism of it, mostly just tag visuals of this because it’s very triggering to me

If you reblog that stuff for reasons other than criticism get off my blog

Please tag stuff I’ve mentioned not wanting to see as “#/Kai do not see” if you can, thanks!

Due to request from my sister, I will add that my hair is blue!!; edit to this, my hair is blue and pink and dyed similarly to Alice Yabusame’s

I have OCD and dysthymia diagnosed, and probably ADHD but that one isn’t diagnosed but idc I probably have it AND A BUNCH OF OTHER SHIT DM me if u wanna know!

I love to talk to new people I’m just super shy, but feel free to dm me!

Anyway that’s about it!

[runesfactory]

run cried the crawling | chapter 01

summary: Tasokare Hotel is a place that exists between the real world and the afterlife. A residing place for spirits whose fate has yet been decided. To die or to live on. Aesop has yet to discover the truth behind his own near demise. It was until a stranger walked through the doors of the hotel with an owl head that the horrific truth began to unravel.

pairing: aesop carl x eli clark

genre: mystery, supernatural, horror & romance

warnings:  mature themes. descriptive writing of violence and blood. body horror. strong angst. equally strong romance. heavy pining. mild profanity. death. tasokare hotel spoilers.

word count: 3261

chapters: 01 | 02 | ...

To Aesop, thoughts about your fate after death aren't unusual. The afterlife and qhat not. However, spending his time at a vintage hotel certainly never crossed his mind. A hotel in the middle of a barren world, might he add.

Yet here Aesop stands, behind the receptionist desk beside Vera Nair, the manager’s assistant. The Hotel Manager told Aesop that he’d be away for a minute or two. He knows very well that the Manager has just left his responsibilities by going around, aimlessly, or taking a nap somewhere in this hotel. “That damn useless manager!” Vera curses under her breath, slamming her fist on the desk. He doesn't feel like he’s qualified for a task like this, welcoming guests and all. Surely not because his previous occupation focuses mainly on interacting with the dead rather than the living. But they're technically not alive, are they? 

The Hotel Manager of this hotel is quite the character. He’s not human, first of all. He remembered feeling freaked out by the flame-headed man when they first met. However, he’s not the only non-human in this hotel. Vera Nair and Lucchino are the two other non-humans, though Vera seems human. He once tried asking her and she only gave her a knowing smile, saying ‘wouldn’t you like to know’.

This is quite the world. It feels as if time never passes. The sky remains the same, so it’s difficult to tell whether minutes or hours have passed.

At this point, who knows how long he’s been waiting until his time to move on as a spirit comes. When will that time be? He doesn’t know. For all he knows, it could be forever that he stays there. To be honest, he doesn’t mind it all that much. The unknown unease him and the questions around his own fate are filled with it. If he were to spend the rest of his life in this state of limbo, he wouldn't really mind. Maybe.

The window of the lobby glares the shade of yellow and orange from the sky outside. Time doesn’t move in this place. As its name suggests, time remains between the twilight and sunset. Most of the rooms have windows showing exactly that, but Aesop’s room has a piece of the night sky. He realized it has changed not long after his arrival. The dark blue sky littered with tiny freckles of stars decorating the blank surface. He quite likes it.

Perhaps the change of sky has something to do with his memory? That the change is significant? He wonders what it could possibly mean. Perhaps he died at night time. To have died at night... It makes him wonder whether he had a peaceful death of some sort. The very reason why he’s still glued to this enigma of a place that is the hotel.

His death. How did he die? And why?

Those are the questions that kept lingering in his mind. The key to his departure from this hotel yet the clues given to him left him were bits and pieces of memories and information of what his life might've been like. Nothing detrimental to his death. It leaves him with more questions than answers really.

His name is Aesop Carl. He's 21. He works, well, worked to be more precise as an embalmer. He was quite fond of his work, proud of his craft, perhaps still is. And he was (or maybe still is) in a relationship with a man. However, the portrait of him and said person had been burned off. The corner of the portrait had the initials ‘A&EC’ written on the back of it. He wondered if the initials belonged to them. It’s strange that he couldn’t recall the face of the man, but he believes the person was important to him. Perhaps still is.

It’s frustrating to not remember anything.

Those were the only things he knew about himself so far. Then other things came along such as he's not so terrible at cooking, quite adept in the art of ballet, and doesn't enjoy the company of strangers.

Nothing gave him a hint as to what might've happened to him. Not a single clue. The closest thing he knows to his death is the night sky of his room and the burned portrait. Perhaps, he was burned alive. A gruesome thought really, but he doesn't dismiss the possibility.

It's not enough to merely guess how you've died. You have to be certain. At least that’s what he concluded from observing other guests who’ve successfully passed on from here. Slowly, he's given up on the hopes of returning to the real world. Death is inevitable. That's what he says to himself every day as an Embalmer. 

"So much to learn yet not a single clue…" He mumbles to himself, leaning his back against the drawers behind him, and crosses both of his arms across his chest. His eyes remain fixated on the windows tinted with orange. He’s left by himself, Vera had told him that she needs to take care of the matters in the bar even though he knows they don’t have any guests. Well, he brushes it off. It doesn’t really matter.

"Mr. Aesop! Good morning!" A voice greets him and when he turns to looks. It’s Emma, the hotel’s gardener, and cleaning service. Her face is always covered with hints of dirt. The same goes for her whole attire whenever he sees her. She always greets everyone with a lot of enthusiasm, so warm and cheerful. Even to him although he’s more than aware he comes off as quite off-putting to most if not all people.

Aesop finds it difficult to get close to anyone, always thinking either they might not really like him or they’re out to get him. He finds it hard to tell if anyone is being genuine at all. However, Emma is one of the few exceptions. Her company aside, her peculiar interest in plants piqued his interest and reminded him of his own interests although his are much grimmer by comparison. Although, he's quite fond of certain plants himself and Emma's always more than happy to provide.

“Ms. Woods,” Aesop responds softly, nodding slightly. “Working hard in the garden as usual?”

“Yes! The mini garden I’ve created in my room has grown splendidly! I’d love to show you some of the berries that have sprouted.” Emma giggles, clenching her hands together while her eyes glimmer. “If you feel comfortable, please do visit my room when you have some time to spare!”

To the offer, he can only smile though eyes avoiding hers, “I’ll consider it.”

The entrance door creaks, opening itself. Both of their eyes shifted to the figure walking through the door. A stranger walks in with the head of an owl.

Upon their first arrival, each individual who hasn't figured out who they are will have their faces hidden. Not every person who enters the hotel has it, as he quickly found out. Their heads are often covered by some form of a mask. It seems that the same thing has happened to this individual.

"Welcome to Tasokare Hotel," He bows slightly, putting his best facade, "How may I be of service to you, sir?"

"A hotel?" The stranger tilts their head to the side. "Sorry, I just have no idea where to go and it seems that wherever I go I always encounter this building. A hotel, you say…"

"Yes, sir."

"How strange. I've never seen a hotel such as this before. Let alone in the middle of nowhere." The stranger tilts his head up, gazing around the building, taking in the atmosphere of the hotel.

"This hotel lies between the two realms of the real world and the afterlife." Aesop continues to explain while taking out the guest book, displaying it across the table to the stranger. "A spirit such as yourself encounters this place simply because you are lying between those two realms."

"A spirit?" The stranger continues to questions. "Ah, would that mean I'm dead?" He asks rather calmly.

Emma shakes her head, continuing off Aesop, "Not quite! You have yet to die and that's why you're here."

"I see." The stranger mumbles. Aesop wasn't as calm as this when he first discovered the place. He was quite frantic, panicking and adamant that it was all a dream. Possibly freaked the Hotel Manager off.

"Okay, sir. If you could just sign here please then I'll ask a staff member to help you."

"O-oh, I don't think I can afford to pay to stay here."

"There is no need," Aesop replies shortly, handing the stranger the pen. It might've caught the stranger off guard, yet he signed on the book anyway. 

"Well," He pauses, before calmly saying, "It seems like I don't remember my name."

"That's quite normal here, no need to worry." Emma smiles widely at the stranger. "It's part of our job to help you remember your memories!"

"My memories?"

"Yes! Your room will tell us bits and pieces about you and what happened to you. Of course, we can only help with certain things such as finding items that may look important to you. Items that might trigger them."

"Is that so? Will remembering help me move on from this place?"

"Bingo!" She gives him a finger gun gesture. "Either that or you may return back to the real world. The reason why most of us are still here is that our body's still somewhat intact in the real world."

"Most of us?" He seems surprised. "Ah, are you-"

"Most of us are spirits as well, yes." She puts it simply.

"Ah, I see. I apologize if I come off as insensitive." The stranger bows slightly. It's difficult to tell what expression he was making with the owl head though, from the soft tone he uses, Aesop can tell it was genuine.

"There is no need to apologize. This is hardly a normal circumstance to be in. Understandably it's hard for anybody to internalize." The second the stranger completes signing up the book, Aesop shuts it close and puts it back on the shelf. He turns his back towards the stranger, reaching out to a key in one of the drawers behind him.

He stands still for a moment. Perhaps that may be a little too harsh, Aesop thinks to himself. However, it's true. Arriving at this strange hotel, being told that you're hanging by a thread between life and death. Can anyone afford to be careful with what they say around the subject?

"You're certainly right, Mr…"

"Carl. Aesop Carl."

"Mr. Carl,” The stranger speaks his name gently. “Thank you for easing some of my concerns! And thank you too, Miss…”

“Miss Woods. You may call me Emma, I don’t really mind.” Emma waves her hand at him. “Mr. Aesop, you should take the kind gentleman to his room! Ah, ah, ah,” She lifts her finger at Aesop. An immediate response before Aesop could protest. “I’ll take over the desk for a while. Besides, we don’t get that many guests these days. It’ll be fine. Let me quickly change my clothes!”

For a moment, he hesitates. By the looks on Emma’s face, it wouldn’t go anywhere if he were to argue with her. He doesn’t like confrontation, so he lets out a sigh, Emma squeals at this then continues to rush to her room as fast as she could. Aesop turns to the stranger, “Alright, sir. I’ll be guiding and assisting you if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all! Please lead the way.”

The red carpet and vintage wallpaper across the halls of the hotel give off the old-style aesthetic. The whole building is filled to the brim with vintage furniture, even more so in the bar area where you can hear jazz music echo through the room. It is a miracle that the Hotel Manager was able to maintain the cleanliness of this space, though he’s very much convinced it’s all thanks to the staff that was here prior to his arrival.

Aesop and the stranger walk down the halls of the second floor. He lives on the same floor as well. It’s a very quiet floor. He likes the atmosphere. Each floor has similar grand decor, much different from the lobby. The red-carpeted floor with complicated patterns embroidered across it. Accompanied with a light, creamy wallpaper and the yellow tinted chandelier-like lights that go all the way through the hallway. It’s quite fancy.

Each step they take causes tiny thumps against the carpeted floor. It’s quiet. He appreciates that. He dreaded small talks, not quite because he dislikes the people themselves, but he just doesn’t know what to say. He much prefers this silence over having his thoughts rambling, him desperately grasping for any answers that would deem suitable to whoever he speaks to. Aesop thinks about the smallest details, the most trivial details. Simply put, small talks aren’t his forte.

He lets out a deep breath, stopping in front of the door of the room, “This is it.” He unlocks the door with the key in his hand then turns the knob, revealing the room.

Each individual room is like a piece of the person’s life summarized in a room. From the furniture to the color of the wallpaper and the flooring. The stranger’s room is quite simple. Aesop often encounters extravagant paintings, gold linen sheets, and such. But. There is nothing too extravagant about it aside from the peculiar birdcage standing near the bookshelf, not far from the door. The walls are colored in plain, navy blue shade with wooden flooring.

"This is quite the room." The stranger remarks, looking around the room perhaps with an awed look Aesop would imagine. “Does it fit your liking?" He asks quietly.

"Yes, yes, it does. I'm quite surprised actually. Impeccable service for a hotel in a stranded place” He jokes.

“No, any of the rooms can be like this. Depending on the guest.” Aesop puts it blatantly with a blank look on his face. The stranger laughs at the deadpan response. “I see. Even so, this feels… familiar. Almost homely.”

It always does. It did for Aesop. It didn’t take so long for him to get used to the comfort of his own chambers. The more he thought about it, it’s quite scary how easy he felt at home there. The familiar atmosphere and all. Almost as if to bring you a false sense of comfort. Every Time he steps outside of those comforting walls, he’s reminded again of the odd reality he currently lives in.

“So, I guess I’ll have to look around the room for clues, I assume?” The stranger walks toward the bed, grazing their hand over the metal frame of the bed.

“Yes. I’ll be assisting you in doing so.”

“That’d be immensely helpful. Thank you very much, Mr. Carl. You’ve been very helpful to ease my confusion. It’s quite comforting.” The stranger bows slightly before him, one hand behind him. The gesture caught Aesop off guard, though not to let it slip he simply huffs lightly. Again, he feels like behind that owl head he could sense a smile.

So the two began searching through the room.

There were only two rooms in this room. It’s quite small by comparison to the other ones he’s ever been in. However, spacious enough that it grants a jointed living room next to the bedroom. Aesop begins his search there while the stranger’s in the bedroom. Important documents and identification are his main priority. Those are the few things that could at least give the guests an identity to hang onto. A face to their masked selves. A person.

It wasn’t a long search. The room is quite small and there were only a handful of places they were able to look into. Aesop continues to fumble through knick-knacks around the room. There aren’t a lot of them around, barely any really. Rather, he finds plenty of journals and books regarding the stars, plenty related to birds as well. He concludes that the stranger is probably fond of owls the most, knowing his face is shaped as an owl. Aesop laughs softly at the excited scribbles of footnotes that they put in each of those journals.

However, he remains fixated on a couple of things. At the corner of every book he encounters, there’s an initial written on them.

E.C. Scribbled, carved, and written. His thumb grazed over the initial.

An initial that belongs to the stranger. It must be unless it’s a pseudonym. He wouldn’t really pass that possibility. Writers often do that. The more Aesop flicks through the pages, he couldn’t help but feel as if he’s seen such writing before. He brushes his fingers over the writing, deep in his own thoughts. Just who is this stranger? He can’t help but notice the way something is tugging itself in him.

He remains wary and curious all the same, but it wouldn’t help to bombard someone who has no clue of who they are with questions. He keeps the feeling to himself. After completing his search through the shelves, he heads back to the bedroom where the stranger is. The stranger was on the floor, surrounded by piles of documents and papers.

Aesop sees a man. No, the stranger, standing still, head looking down with his body facing towards the window. No longer did he have the head of an owl. The moonlight from outside casting over a halo-like outline of the strangers’ oddly still figure. It shines over the back of the head of the faceless stranger. He stands so incredibly still, almost statue-like. Aesop slowly approaches the figure, then-

“Eli,” The stranger speaks.

“I-I’m sorry?” Aesop stutters.

When the man turns around to face Aesop’s own grey eyes, he sees the lovely shade of navy blue. A glint of the moonlight reflected in their eyes and their dark brown hair. Now, maskless, he can clearly see the smile on the man’s face. “I remember it. My name. My name is Eli Clark.”

There’s a pounding in his head.

When Aesop takes a few steps closer to him, his eyes widen now feeling his body has frozen still. This is the only other room that shows the night sky. Moreso, they have the same view. It feels like looking out to his own window but from a different angle. He senses a thousand questions overwhelming his thoughts.

Eli… Eli Clark…

His mind echoes the name repeatedly like voices speaking simultaneously.

The other man turns to face him. The back of his head abruptly surged with an ache. As if he was--

-- hit on the back of his head. It was hard. Aesop's head greets the cold ground almost instantly. The impact left a ringing in his ear. His sight blurs. He hears an echo of the siren, slightly faint in his head. He desperately crawls his body across the ground, unsure of where to go but he remembers his lip moves.

The iron taste of his own blood lingers. A name on the tip of his tongue. Eli’s name. He needs to let Eli know. He feels his hand extend towards something. It reaches out towards a phone. Fingers grasping and scratching against the ground as he struggles to drag his body across the floor. He fails to notice the shadow that looms over his figure.

“Don’t you dare try to run away!” The figure cries out.

When the second hit strikes, his entire body remains still. He could feel the numbing pain across his head, the gushing liquid on the side of his head that leaks out slowly within his view. Before his eyes begin to give up, he senses another presence. The numbness reaches his head and before he knew it.

“E… Eli…” He whispers before passing out.