#vera nair x reader

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[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.

[friendsoup]

Self Care With The Ladies!

Recipe: Helena, Anne, Vera, and Tracy x Reader (all separate), romantic, headcanons, date night, gn!reader, stressed! reader, they/them pronouns used once, reader is called beautiful and gorgeous, reader has make up put on them, cuddles

WC: 639

Chef's Note: I noticed there wasn't a ton of girls in the idv x reader tag!!! That is a tragedy, and something I aim to fix. I wanted to do something simple and self indulgent today! Hope nobody minds ;w;

Helena

Gets annoyed when you attempt to hide how tired you really are. Tells you off for not taking care of your own needs. She seems rather angry, but it comes out of pure concern for you.

Finds a small nook in the manor for the two of you to hide in, unbothered by the rest of the residents. Has you lay down beside her, resting your head on her lap, while she reads to you.

"It says here that y/n is actually the most beautiful person in the world! Fancy that!" You try to argue with her, and she asks you to prove it. You cannot prove it, as you can't read braille. She smiles down at you, feeling as though she's gotten away with something great.

Will read to you until you fall asleep, then she'll simply sit and enjoy your presence.

Anne

Has prepared a new game for the two of you to play!

She's brought some cookies and hot chocolate for the occasion, and has made sure the room is super cozy.

She doesn't outwardly say she knows your stressed, nor does she push you to talk about it. Claims that she's only doing this to have a fun time.

She explains the rules to you as best she can, though she's so excited to play with you that she can't formulate a proper description. Claims that you'll understand more once the two of you begin playing.

The two of you have friendly banter while playing. She jokes about how badly she's going to crush you, and you try to return her energy.

She beats you the first couple of times, and then starts letting you win.

"You're getting really good!" She could demolish you in two rounds

Ends the night drinking the last of your hot chocolate while looking at the stars.

Vera

Notices something off about you immediately. Can sniff out the fact that you're spreading yourself thin effortlessly.

Her solution? A makeover!

She invites you to her room, and gives you the spa treatment

She goes through her skin care routine, all the while complimenting you for how great you look. Recommends all sorts of tricks for taking care of yourself.

Doesn't use too much make up, just highlights your "natural beauty"

Once she's done, she dresses in an outfit she hand picked for you, doing little bits of maintenance to make sure it fits perfectly.

You can hardly recognize yourself in the mirror when she's done. You look better than you ever had before.

The two of you then head to dinner, and she takes great care in showing you off to everyone you pass.

"Don't they look gorgeous? My, you'd think I was dining with a movie star!"

Tracy

The QUEEN of parallel play

The both of you are the same amount of stressed. She's been working on something that hasn't been going great, and the manor has been playing tricks on your mind. She suggests the two of you just do something to relax.

She leans on your shoulder while fidgeting with a puzzle, and you busy yourself with your own hobby.

When she finds herself getting frustrated, she buries herself in your neck, breathes in deeply, and then returns to her game. The first time it startles you, but by the third time you find it comforting.

Eventually, the two of you grow bored with your respective busy work, and decide on getting a snack.

The entire time she's touching you. Holding your hand, leaning on you, or resting her head on your shoulder. She loves simply basking in your presence.

While eating, the two of you chat about anything and everything. The conversation grows emotional quickly, with the two of you expressing how stressed you've been lately.

"I'm lucky to have you." She means every word

[naiadere]

euphoria

yandere! mnemosyne’s dream perfumer headcanons

content warnings: follows perfumer wearing the ss skin, not mnemosyne's dream perf; implied forced relationship, implied past non-con touching

perfumer has me giggling and kicking my feet in the air ngl 😭😭 next post will be about miss keigan <3

— yan! mnemosyne’s dream perfumer who gets all dressed up in her most lavish and luxurious skin. sitting at her grand vanity with one of her legs crossed over the other, staring into the mirror as she fixes her makeup. she expects that you're already sitting besides her, on the rectangular cushion-seat, and when she sees you're not, she waves you over and pats the empty space to her right. if you were anyone else, she'd snap her fingers and not even spare you a glance as she curls her lashes, but you're her darling -dove and although her face reads faux annoyance, simply looking at you does wonders in lifting her mood (and fastening her heartbeat).

— yan! mnemosyne’s dream perfumer who continues to stare into the reflective glass, lips curling into a smug smile when she hears you approach, feels your presence so very close to her, knowing that you've returned right back to her-- exactly how it should be. you may be under the impression that she's paying you no mind whatsoever, that her attention is focused on beautifying her already lovely face. but if you continue to look at the mirror that stands before the two of you, you'll see her eyes trail over your figure through the corner of her thickly-lashed eyes.

— yan! mnemosyne’s dream perfumer who lets out an long, exasperated sigh. setting down the makeup utensils and extending her arm around your shoulder. she's meticulous with her hand placements, her arm once resting on your shoulder now sliding dangerously close to the side of your neck as she reels her forearm in, locking the open space right in front of your neck and pressing into your throat. her left arm finds its way to your torso, slowly working its way up to your chest, and she's finally satisfied when the palm of her hand is placed flat over your heart. your breath hitches, feeling the constriction in her movements, and she's pleased to know your heart is beating just as fast as hers is.

— yan! mnemosyne’s dream perfumer who leans her head onto your shoulder, the rest of her body subconsciously doing the same. your eyes are trained to the mirror, and although this is most certainly not the first time you've found yourself on the receiving end of her suffocating affections, the intimate and fleeting touches still make you nervous. she purses her lips, and the hand once placed over your chest finds it's way to your chin, cupping the sides of your face, "perhaps you want some attention as well, hm?"

— yan! mnemosyne’s dream perfumer who planned on dolling you up regardless of if you stubbornly protested or willingly submitted. what kind of lover would she be if she didn't dress you up to show you off? she's gentle when applying any cosmetics on you, which contrast her often bitter and harsh words that she hides her warmer feelings behind. she knows what products are compatible with your skin type, and what styles compliment your features, she knows which designer clothes fit just right against your body, and what matching jewelry is flashy enough to let everyone else know that you're hers. but of course, nothing wards off unwanted pursuers like her signature perfume that she practically douses you in.

you don't often find yourself partaking in any of the violent struggle games, even less-so nowadays with the perfumer insisting you stay away from any of those barbaric matches. she'd scoff, telling you it was child's play, and rather unnecessary. why play in a game with all those other survivors and two hunters when you could sit pretty in her care? but perhaps she was feeling nice, or your continuous obedience has finally satiated her raging nerves, because she allows you to play in a duo hunter's match, with her of course.

the lakeside village doesn't have the most romantic scenery, of the few maps available for the violent struggle game-mode, it'd likely be considered the least romantic of the three. but the perfumer is nothing if not improvisational, leading you by hand to the far side of the lakeside village, to the shore that overlooked the gloomy ocean besides the old wooden boat. she lightly brings your hand to her lips, kissing it gently before spinning her heel, and you watch as an opulent chair manifests behind her.

she lightly pinches the sides of her dress by her hips, gathering her dress as she takes a seat. her hands brush over thighs, dusting off the non-existent grime, and she looks up at you with expectant eyes and a knowing grin. your frown doesn't deter her, and she innocently tilts her head, patting her lap as you continue to stand still. you can't help your eyes that instinctively the area — as if your companionship with the perfumer was exactly secret anyway — and you hang your head shamefully, as you walk towards her.

just as you're barely within her arms reach, she stretches a hand out, arm snaking around your waist as she guides your leg to rest against her sides. you're hesitant to fully sit down, but she's persistent, and your body is putty in her hands as she simply does the rest for you, only stopping until you're comfortably straddling her lap. she has a cheeky expression on her face, sighing sweetly as her arms find their way around your waist once more. the perfumer pulls you closer, her hands now intertwined on either side of your caged body, and although you express your concerns for your teammates that have been shouting for help (now dwindling in numbers), she simply brings her index finger to her lips with a careless smile.

[spextr1m]

Richard Sterling/"Knight" headcanons

Theres a chance he'll get mischaracterized.

-Since he's a fraud, he usually change his handwriting (both, left or right)

-Would've push someone (Yk the trailer where he pushed his "sister"), I feel like he'll do other methods to silence other people who realized Richard is a fraud (e.g: Poisoning others) (Yes this is Dio Brando reference)

-Richard hates being caught.

-Richard would've take Luca Balsa's severe memory problems an advantage (Luca's brain is fucked up).

-Vera is remorseful while Richard isn't.

-If you confront him why would've he made his sister got pushed down, only he'll say "Not my problem, thats just your problem, problem, problem thats just your problem"

-Richard gives me Oswald vibes from Murder in Alps (murdering his cousin to inherit) if you didn't play Murder in Alps so basically spoilers!!

Oswald killed his cousin Aldo was because of inheritance (Oswlad's mom MARRIED a man something his dad didn't want)

-He smirks when his plan works but grits his teeth when others finding out.

[entomologistt]

What do they give you for Christmas?

Featuring: Emma Woods, Orpheus DeRoss, Victor Grantz, Vera Nair, Anne Lester, Frederick Kreiburg (Identity V)

Contains: Holiday gift giving, fluff, seperate romantic headcanons, gender neutral reader

Ento note: Happy Holidays! And good day to you if you don’t celebrate 🙂‍↕️ I don’t even remember what I spent all my spyglasses on, but now I can’t afford Melly’s christmas B tier… sighs. Next year she will be be mine, trust 🙏

Emma Woods “Gardener”

Emma has to think outside the box this time. She always gives you the prettiest flowers and all of the best, most succulent fruits and vegetables from her garden… Plus, it’s wintertime.

So she reverts back to her old roots of handiwork… Knitting! She spends a while working on a huuuuge knitted sweater of your favourite color(s), each woollen row a sign of her unwavering commitment to making the coziest sweater. 

When she finally gifts it to you, it’s really warm and comfy, perfect for the holiday season. She even made herself a matching green one!

Orpheus DeEss “Novelist”

If you share a similar interest, such as reading, he’d give you books of your favourite genres and authors.

Actually—he’d probably write something just for you, a story he knows you’d enjoy, one that gets you more intrigued with each turn of the page. Maybe even some poems for just you.

He’d also get you a locket necklace or a watch, a piece of pretty jewellery for you to wear. You can put whatever you want in it. Will you keep him close to you?

Victor Grantz “Postman”

He’s a sweetheart, that’s for sure. He shows up at your door with a smile on his face, a bouquet full of poinsettias and red roses held out for you to take. Of course, Wick is with him too, her tail wagging as she barked excitedly behind him. 

Victor is a good listener, so he always takes mental notes on things you like or things you might need. He gifts you various things, including supplies for any hobbies you partake in. 

He also gifts you a new notebook that you can keep, so you can keep his written words and conversations with you! 

Vera Nair “Perfumer”

Vera makes you two special perfumes. One is a pretty bottle full of scents that remind her of you, and she’s an expert at assigning people their recommended fragrances, scents that fit them. In this case, it’s a scent that’s so… you! 

The other is a bottle of euphoria, but she only recommends it for when you need to ease your mind. 

She also gifts you things you’d find in a gift set, full of luxurious bath and skin products. You’re dear to her, you deserve the best, after all. 

Anne Lester “Toy Merchant”

Although her specialty is wooden toys, she has another thing in mind for you. When December comes, she spends a lot of time in her workshop, crafting the perfect gift for you. 

Matching dolls! That’s right; she makes two little dolls, one that’s you and one that’s her. With the paid help of a certain prospector, the little hands are magnetized, so whenever they’re close, they connect! 

Now with these “mini-yous” in the picture, sometimes you both switch dolls. You take mini-Anne wherever you go, and mini-you sits happily on Anne’s shelf with other stuffed animals and toys. 

Frederick Kreiburg “Composer”

Of course, only something special and meaningful would suffice for his muse. At first, he thought of composing another beautiful piece for you on the piano… But let’s just say he’d never be done in time with how many times he’d restart, throwing crumpled papers to the floor. 

But a bright idea flickers in his mind, and he believes it to be possible. So when Christmas Day comes, he charmingly hands you your nicely wrapped gift. 

It’s a music box. When you twist the hand crank, a familiar tune comes in little bell-like notes. It’s one of the first composed pieces he’d ever written for you! Not only can you listen to the nostalgic melody whenever you want, you can also store your pretty jewellery and accessories in the velvet music box. 

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Idv Characters I Write For

Emily Dyer  Emma Woods Naib Subedar Martha Behamfil Tracy Reznik Fiona Gilman Vera Nair Kevin Ayuso Margaretha (Margie) Zelle Eli Clark Aesop Carl Norton Campbell Patricia Dorval Mike Morton Jose Baden Demi Bourbon Victor Grantz  Andrew Kreiss Luca Balsa Melly Plinius Edgar Valden  Ganji Gupta  Anne Lester Emil Ada Mesmer Orpheus Joker (Weepy) Luchino Diruse Qi Shiyi Frederick Kreiburg Alice DeRoss Lilly Barriere (Platonic) Matthias Czernin Florian Brand Violetta  Michiko (platonic) 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 Narcissus Lady Bella Kroto Ronald Of Nice Paranormal Detective Lockheart Sway Tuberose Datura Rosemary Phantom Sail

I write ships and x reader

I also write for other skins for characters

I write Ada and Emil together and separate 

I write for any ship that isn’t a pro-ship!!!!

[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) 

[shuichisweave]

I come and see requests are open sooo...👀 Can I request sfw and nsfw Vera and/or Mike hcs?-

vera nair and mike morton hcs sfw + nsfw

OOOO YEAH BABEY

Vera Nair (Perfumer)

A soft and sweet lover

She most likely is a bit shy when first attempting to court you but eventually she says screw it and goes for it

Makes you your own custom perfume! It has hints of patchouli, citrus, and gardenia.

If you two happen to match your skins together, she will MELT -she thinks it's so freaking adorable

She gets very overwhelmed by seeing you in cute little get ups

definitely little spoon

Domestic af, however she can not for the life of her cook, AT ALL

She wants a little villa in the city with you, and maybe a dog too!

As a way to show her love for you, she often will get into the tub with you and wash and rinse your hair for you

Probably also makes a concoction of different natural essences and oils for you to bathe with

Mike Morton (Acrobat)

He has his hesitations about you of course, but would generally try to court you almost IMMEDIATELY

Honestly it was love at first sight for him

Absolutely enamoured by you, and trys to teach you how to juggle

Chances are that he gets distracted, and you still do not know how to juggle

If he's in a match and knows that you're watching or with him, he'll probably do something stupid like saying "This one's for you!" when attempting to hop over a pallet, and nearly tripping

He is definitely a cuddler, that is if you can get him to stay still enough to actually cuddle up to him

He tosses and turns in his sleep, but somehow always no matter what wakes up perfectly energized??

Vera Nair (Perfumer)

jskjfjkdsfjsk SUCH a bottom oml

Really really sensitive to touch in general, not even in a sexual manner

She’s not touch starved, but she isn’t exactly used to being held and caressed in such a way

She doesn’t like to be silly at during sex, but she does have a little giggle, here and there

She is particularly proud of her chest and decolletage area specifically, and her nipples are extremely sensitive to the touch 

HOLD. HER. HAND. please.

She wants to make you feel good, that’s her main goal

Not averse to eating you out in a locker during a match 👀

but she would also be a bit panicked if she heard her heart beat because of the hunter

Really would absolutely melt into a puddle if you gave her head

Praise kink. Please. Please just let her know that she is loved and is your favorite person in the world

Mike Morton (Acrobat)

Oh baby.

Oh honey.

He’s a top leaning switch, but is down for literally anything.

He is willing and happy to get pegged tbh. He’ll be seeing stars with you pumping in and out of him.

But when he tops, baby he TOPS

Service top all the damn way

He gives head like nobodies damn business, and gives your ass little squeezes every now and then.

If he sees you even slightly in a compromising position, he is sprung. 

He’ll be throwing you over the closest piece of furniture in a heartbeat, and fuck you until morning

consensually of course

If he’s being the big spoon and you happen to grind up against him in your sleep, he will wait till your awake and probably fuck your brains out

[idvlover]

Can I please request a poly relationship with Margaretha, Demi and Vera x female or neutral gender reader? All of them are having a girls night just the four of them please? Only if you're comfortable with that and thank you! ♡

You have no idea how much that cat picture makes my day thank you

Poly! Margaretha × Demi x Vera x gn reader headcanons:

Girls night with these three is actually pretty fun. While Vera might seem like a hard ass, when she relaxes she's actually pretty chill

Demi of course always brings the drinks. Unless s/o is like 20 then she'll bring juice or soda for them or if they just aren't a fan of alcohol

Margarethe always playing the record player to some type of music to dance to

And Vera likes doing makeup. If s/o doesn't know how to apply makeup she'll gladly show them how and give tips, she'll even do their hair. She just really loves making her girlfriends and s/o feel beautiful

Probably had to snatch a glass from Demi to prevent her from messing up her recently applied lipstick

Meanwhile, Margie is gushing about how Vera did such a great job

They all talk about how their week went or about funny parts of their life

If s/o is okay with it, they like having a cuddle pile. Demi will have her head in someone's lap, Margie leaning on someone's side, and Vera having someone lay on her somewhat

If s/o is from a modern period. They all probably watch movies, shows, or YouTube on their computer, or watch s/o play games on it. The same goes for the Nintendo switch if they have one

S/o probably played a new game called inscryption and all three of them immediately wanted a real game mode for Norton since the dude you're playing against is a prospector

S/o doesn't know why they want that, but oh well

Demi knows how to cook really well. So she makes a shit ton of food for the night, so much that she tells the girls and s/o they need to come to the main kitchen with her and help her carry all the food back to the dorm

"Why so much food?"

"Because. Just because."

Margie playing all the songs on the computer to max volume. Good thing the manor walls are silent proof

She also definitely made s/o dance with her and dragged Vera along. Demi was already dancing

Probably had another cuddle pile and just watch TikTok

Demi likes the cooking accident videos

Margie likes the videos where the comment section is hilarious. Or the one's that read tweeter posts

Vera likes almost everything. But mostly the storytime videos

They also learned about covid that way

Nearly forced the manor to wear masks until s/o told them there's no way to catch it if they can't leave to begin with

If s/o has any pets. Margie is definitely hogging them

None of them even go to bed they just fall asleep in whatever position they're in and regret it in the morning due to neck pain

[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.

[idv-hc-center]

Hi! Is it possible to request some yandere Vera hcs? 👀

Vera <3 I got a little carried away since Vera as a yandere gave me a lot of ideas. Thank u for the ask I really liked this concept! Hope u will like it!

warnings: yandere behavior like stalking and obsession, implied drug abuse, drugging, toxic relationship

I see Vera as more of a stalkerish type of yandere

At first, she would try to get on your good side

She would regularly hang out with you, give you samples of her perfume, even make special ones just for you

Though, after a while, you would notice that she is the only person you talk to

Somehow others started to dislike you

Some even started to hate you

You would be really confused as you didn't do anything bad, but at least Vera would be there to comfort you

Well, what you wouldn't know, is the fact she would be responsible for it

For all the rumors saying you are an awful human being

She isn't really strong physically so to keep you away from others she would try to isolate you

And the best way to, is to make everyone around you hate you

So she is the only person you can talk to

After some time you would feel suffocated

She would be always there for you, but, it would be tiring

You would try to tell her that you need some alone time, and at first, she would seem to understand

But the next day she would get back to normal completely disregarding what you said yesterday

As if she forgot

The same thing would happen over and over again to the point you'd feel like you are going insane

It would probably cause you to have some sort of a mental breakdown and well, Vera would be there for you

She would pet your hair as you cried, even though she would be the sole reason for your breakdown

After all, you wouldn't have anyone else

I don't see her actually getting physical with anyone and hurting someone

Isolating you would be enough for her

But, if there was a really stubborn person who would try to befriend you, ignoring your bad reputation, she would most likely use euphoria on them against their will

To the point, they would forget, they even wanted to be friends with you in the first place

She wouldn't use euphoria on you though, since she deeply cares about you (in her really fucked up way)

I can see her trying to make perfumes based on you

And I mean ones who smell just like you

In her eyes you are perfect, and perfumes could be a way to preserve your perfection

You wouldn't be able to get her away from you

No matter how many times you would try to end the relationship, the next day everything would get back to normal

Like nothing happened

Like you were stuck in an endless time loop

[naiadere]

billowing waves

masterlist

survivors

perfumer ; vera nair

euphoria (yandere! mnemosyne’s dream perfumer headcanons)

hunters

sculptor ; galatea claude

sculpting chisel (yandere! sculptor headcanons)

naiad ; grace

at the water’s edge (yandere! naiad x gn! reader)

[multiplefandomsblog]

Vera Nair x gn!Reader

Angst prompt #10: “How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?

Warnings: angstidy angst angst, sad ending ;-;

Word count: 700+ words

erggeurhcycyhcfi its not 5 am i swear-

You were against the wall in the hallway when you first saw her. When you first fell in love. You watched as she walked past you, her perfume leaving a lingering scent in the air. She felt eyes on her and turned her head to meet yours, flashing a polite smile in your direction before turning her focus back to where she needed to be. That was the day you fell for Vera Nair. You didn’t realize that your heart was so weak to the point where you’d fall in love with someone by smiling at you. That was a few months ago, you realize now that falling for her was a mistake you wish you never made. 

Slowly, you started to fall harder and harder for her. You noticed how beautiful she looked when she was concentrated on deciphering(you even messed up a few calibrations staring at her), you adored the cute mole under her left eye, and the small conversations with her that would keep you up at night. One time her hand accidentally touched yours when you were both deciphering the same cipher. Stuttered apologies poured out of your mouth like a waterfall when you realized you had touched, the Vera Nair. To calm you from your mini panic attack, she grasped her hands on your shoulders and spoke in a calm soft voice, “It’s okay, don’t worry.” And just like that, you were calm and completely fine. After she let you go and patted your head, she went back to decoding as you stood there in a daze. Sh-she just touched me!? I must be the luckiest person in the world, holy crap!

Let’s just say you didn’t get any sleep that night. from thinking of her you pervs

The day you truly felt your heart break was the day you decided to confess. Your heart was about to combust from all the feelings you held in for her, so you decided enough was enough. Even though there was a cloud of doubt hovering over you and following you around, you still had hope that maybe she felt the same. Maybe the small touches and smiles she gave you were because she liked you too. And so your mission to confess your feelings was a go! You knew her favourite flowers were lavender from the countless conversations you had with her, so you went and asked Emma if you could trim some of her lavender in which she asked why. “Oh I just... I really like the smell of them..!” You smiled at her sheepishly as she looked at you with an unconvincing stare. She didn’t really think much of it and let you do as you wish. 

You harvested the lavender and wrapped it up neatly with a purple ribbon. After gathering all your items for her, you went straight to her room and knocked on her door confidently from the adrenaline of confessing to her. A smile on your face and a bouquet in hand. She shot open the door, hair disheveled and lip stick smudged. You looked at her in confusion, your smile slowly fading from your face. Your eyes then focused on the background, seeing Martha sit up from Vera’s bed. “What...?” Your brain didn’t want to comprehend what you were looking at. 

You didn’t want to put the pieces together. Maybe they were just exercising together? Maybe she was out of breath from jogging? You tried to stay in denial. But you couldn’t, not when the answer was as clear as day. Your breathing became erratic as your eyes switched between the two. You felt tears welling up your eyes and a large lump in your throat. You didn’t want to cry in front of her, you didn’t want to have a reason to cry. Your head spun and your heart ached. Suddenly everything stopped. You took a deep breath and exhaled with your eyes closed. Slowly you looked back at her onyx eyes you fell in love with and croaked out, “How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?” You gave her a sad smile before turning around and running down the same hall as the one when you first fell in love with her, dropping the bouquet to her feet. “Wait s/o!” She called out for you, accidentally stepping on the once neatly wrapped bouquet, now crumpled up and falling apart. 

“I’m sorry.”

[veralovemail]

Hello! Can I get a matchup with a female character (survivor or hunter) please? I'm a pretty friendly person who used to be kind of a pushover but I'm working on my confidence! I'm kind of wary of fully trusting new people and have abandonment issues, but I'm really loyal once I trust someone. Also my love language is acts of service :) thank you!!

you *handshake* me

WOMEN 💞💞💕💕💌💓💞💖💗💙💜💛💘❤

ANYWAYS ENJOY i love writing fem idv characters i just never get the chance </3

i match you with... vera nair!

WOMEN... BARKABRKABRKABRK

vera is REALLY attracted to your friendly aura. she's normally quite reclusive, but you stand out to her and you make her want to do every impressive thing she knows how to do.

kites 100 times better when you're around

she helps you with your confidence. no, really, she does. vera would 100% hype you up and compliment you whenever you're about to go out.

lets you wear her most expensive perfumes. she won't ever let you wear euphoria though, but it's for a good reason.

vera understands your trust and abandoment issues, so she takes her time with getting to know you and understand you fully before you two start dating.

vera also appreciates your acts of service and always rewards you with a sweet kiss and a "thank you, darling."

she's very loyal to you, and you're very loyal to her.

if someone comes for you you bet that vera's already there to suddenly become very intimidating.

hunters are afraid of vera because she can make their matches living hell should they even decide to LOOK at you.

she enjoys having your head in her lap while she tells you short stories she's read about in the past.

vera is 100% in love with you and not afraid to show it.

you may or may not be able to get to try on her dresses. maybe.

probably falls asleep while holding you close. big spoon. vera big spoon