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ithaquakisser · 1 year

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Hello! If it's not so much to ask for a scenario/ HCs; how about a shy or conflicted Ithaqua trying his best to confess to S/O about his feelings for them? Will he fail or will he succeed? Oh, and it doesn't matter if S/O can either be a hunter or survivor or a person he knows outside the manor 👀

(Congrats on getting the Morningstar skin btw! 💗)

— Confessions...

Synopsis; Ithaqua never once thought about confessing to you about his feelings until now. He wishes to do so, but ponders all the possibilities of how to execute it.

CW; N/A

WC; ≈817

Notes; This was such a cute idea! 🥹 Thank you for requesting! This did cross my mind at some point, maybe someday I'll write this into an actual fic! ❤️

♡ Ithaqua has had his heart set on you for quite some time now, but never once spoken of his feelings for you to any of the other hunters. Not even the survivors were aware of his feelings for you. He was rather secretive and believed if he simply ignored it, it’d all go away. Quite often, he’d find himself in a state of panic whenever he was against you in a match. Shaky hands as he hefted his ice axe, how much of a fool he felt in your presence.

♡ He’d make careless mistakes in the midst of matches; getting struck by pallets, missing his own strikes, and even occasionally tripping over his stilts because his mind was set on you. The other survivors would simply assume it was a rough match for him, but oh, only if they knew. If only you knew. Sometimes he’d even purposely seek you out during matches, just for the sake of seeing your face. If you were a stunner, he wouldn’t mind being stunned if it were you. Oh, this boy is head over heels for you.

♡ The thought of confessing to you never crossed his mind once, Ithaqua just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He could barely bring himself to utter a word to you without his voice faltering, how could he possibly confess to you? The day the thought did cross his mind, it made his heart flutter. He overheard the other hunters speaking of their love interests and the topic of confessions came about. The boy would bury his face into his mask as he swallowed, his face tinged a scarlet hue. Him? Confessing to you?

♡ He felt as though he’d make an absolute fool of himself. Like he believed he always did whenever you were within the vicinity. Even if he did so, how would he? The hunter pondered for some time, pacing in his room in circles. Ithaqua knew he couldn’t bear to say it aloud to you, to even part his wavering lips to speak out the three words he desperately wished to say.

♡ He knew he’d stammer, stumble over his words, and become a heated mess in your presence. That was when he dared to even consider writing a love letter. Ithaqua despised writing. Reading was already tedious and mustering up words to look and sound pretty on paper is even worse. He shook his head and succumbed. A quill in hand, his ebony hues fixed on the blank sheet of paper in front of him.

♡ After countless attempts, Ithaqua was encircled by crumpled sheets of paper beside him. He’d hold his head in his hands, eliciting a weary sigh. Perhaps if he had chosen to be straightforward about his feelings he wouldn't find himself in such a plight. Never would he have figured he’d find himself, cooped up in his room attempting to write a letter that conveyed his feelings for you. Despite his trouble, he refused to seek assistance for his predicament.

♡ In the end, Ithaqua discarded the letter addressed to you in his empty drawer. His face flushed a deep shade of cerise, he considered momentarily to set the letter aflame. Feelings of discomfiture overcame him, his heart brutally ramming against his ribcage. He felt like a fool to have such feelings for you. How’d he find himself seeking your attention during matches, even if it meant pestering you by using abnormal on your cipher machine in progress.

♡ You were often bewildered by his actions, how coincidental that you’d always be the first survivor he’d pursue each match you share with him. How often he’d go as far as to ruthlessly eliminate your fellow teammates yet carry you straight to the dungeon with such tenderness. Eventually, the hunter allowed the words to seep past his lips. Three words he never thought he’d say to you. With a jolt of the rocket chair, you were sent off.

♡ His heart beating against his chest, his trembling hands removed his mask with a breathy sigh. For he couldn’t believe the words he uttered out of his mouth. Ithaqua knew well what he had done, and now he couldn’t bear to face you. He spent several days avoiding you in the manor, refusing to look at your face during matches. How could a hunter feel as though he is being hunted? Why is it that you were everywhere to be seen?

♡ Until one day, you stopped him in his tracks. Ithaqua didn’t quite understand why he froze like a deer in headlights, for he felt his heart jump at the sight of you. His target ran loose, having lost pursuit of the survivor he was set on because of you. The hunter refused to strike you down and allowed his ice axe to hang low. That was when you spoke the four words he never expected to hear from your mouth. Those four precious words he'd never thought you say.

♡ "I like you too."

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ask-seer · 9 months

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After the Grimace shake incident, due to little content made with Jack the ripper -

@idv-askjacktheripper

#identity v #identityv #eli clark #eliclark #identity v seer #jack the ripper #//Eli didnt die and went to buy pepto bismol. Jack is just creative #//pepto exists in the oletus manor.. i know. i went there last summer #// jack wanted to be famous ... and probably start a band.. idk #//also imagine i didnt just take a ton of time to post this ... i got booboos on my hands so slow arting

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whohides · 2 years

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OPEN FOR REQUESTS

I still want to do some Writing commissions, but let’s do some writing requests first!

I’ll write mostly IDV and Genshin Impact.

- Fluff

- Oc x Character.

- Character x Reader.

- Head canons

- Imagines

- Maybe a bit of NSFW?

- Platonic relationship

- ANGST

Just tell me what you want and I’ll see what I can do hahah!

#idv imagines #identityv #IdV #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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yue-chan077 · 2 months

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( #identityv )

🕯️[ Happy Birthday ] 🕯️

Norton Campbell ⛏️🧲 (03/19)

Happy~~ Happy birthday to the man's that made me stay to the fandom longer than I expected to be -- nonnon! my boy ! 👀✨ (ofc fool's gold is here as well !)

it was a veryyy fun ride tbh to be doing an immense brain rot about a Hunter Norton for years ! (imagine DT--) and turns out idv made it happen for us eventually 😭✨ now there's two of him ingame !

although I planned to draw them on the infernal sin and goetia's orphan attire , I was in a rush given how I was outdoors yesterday, and went with the casuals 🤸✨(damn timing aahhsha-)

soooo that's all for today ! 👀 thought of making a DT interaction! but I'll save it in another day 🤸✨ have a great day ya alls---

(DO NOT REPOST USE / PRINT / TRACE MY ARTWORK / AI PROHIBITED )

#YueArt

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stra66otkiller · 3 years

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DATING ANDREW KREISS SFW/NSFW HCS

andrew sfw and nsfw relationship hcs? pwease 👉👈

a/n: hey anon! you didn’t specify if fem!reader or masc!reader so i did fem! if that’s okay! [fem!reader]

sfw

if you ever wondered how it would feel like to live with a lion bordering on starvation, andrew kreiss helped fill in that experience

not that he wasn’t a passionate and soft lover, but more of a brutally passionate one

he held no words back once the confirmation of the relationship, after kicking himself into breaking down his little-to-none pride to ask for you to even look at him the same was enough to rid of that line

he was rough when he spoke to you, as always, but it had a small warmth to it that only you could feel

you’ll hear him curse. a lot. despite his softening voice, it’s still rough along with his personality. he’ll curse everyone to damn near hell if he’s in a bad mood, and sometimes he’ll just sit and complain about his day with an addition of expletives

he tries to limit the cursing around you, but sometimes you encourage it because you find it adoring

he’s aggressive as well. if you tell him you didn’t eat anything for that day, he’s shoving a plate towards you and then some, angrily reminding you that he loves you. if you tell you feel sick, here is running towards doctor with a pained expression and passive aggressively feeding you medicine

but he’s really a simple man at heart

he’d ask simple things about your day, things that no one would really care — and at first it seems as though he’s not listening, staring off into the ground or at his shovel, but he’s really just focusing — and afraid to look at your eyes when you speak

he likes to hear your voice because he thinks it’s more eloquent than his; his being a stuttering mess and calloused around the edges, but soft when he speaks. almost a whisper

he likes when you ask him to do basic chores — domestic chores; things such as cooking, cleaning, grabbing an item for you, or even massaging your back

when andrew smiles it’s more of a pained smile. he’s awkward with smiles and he’s trying to learn how to smile more presentable when he’s near you, even looking at the mirror for a while to stretch his lips in the right direction

andrew loves giving praise (outside of the bedroom)

he loves telling you how good you were during and after a match, even if you failed a bit here and there, he doesn’t like seeing his lover sad. albeit, it’s a tad aggressive when he praises you. he gets mad when you don’t accept it or try to change the topic, and he just goes ballistic

he does not like saying “cheesy” things. call him embarrassed, but things like “beautiful” or “pretty” or anything akin to that, he shuts down to, not that they’re hard to think when it’s you (he always thinks you’re breathtaking) he just doesn’t know how to say it

andrew finds it annoying that kevin can say it however and whenever without it being weird, and the rest of the survivors don’t even bat an eye, but when andrew is trying to tell you how pretty you look it’s like his heart leaped into his hands

andrew loves hugging!!! hugging him is a comfort move!! he loves it! growing up deprived from warmth makes him crave being held, even for a few seconds, if you just hold his hands with yours or cling to his arm, everything around him turns into butterflies. even though he’ll act like he’s embarrassed, he’d much rather have you holding onto him for life

uhh sometimes he tries to prop himself on his shovel to look cool... but it never works out, so try not to laugh when he falls and gets up like nothing happened

another thing, gets easily red!!! like red! red! like scarlet blood red! tell him you love him and suddenly he’s shy at the face trying to still be cool with his response

andrew doesn’t cry a lot, but when he does he’s immediately isolating himself, which you hate, but it’s so hard for him to come out of this habit of being alone during stressful times

but now here you are, holding onto him, telling him how amazing he is and peppering little kisses to his face, and making sure he’s eating good. it really warms him, and slowly you find him coming into your arms when his thoughts are too loud

nsfw

unconciously rough.

it’s not a doubt in any of the other survivors that andrew isn’t strong. even if all the draping clothes he presents himself with, underneath is defined muscle that he tends to abuse

andrew practically pounds you into the bed, harshly gripping at your thighs to drill his cock into you until you’re screaming, all the while he’s chasing his own pleasure selfishly

he loves going down on you. he likes it when you tug on his hair or push his head further into your cunt, he’ll play with your clit agonizingly, waiting until you’ve came at least two times

when you go down on him it’s euphoria. he’ll wrap his hand around your hair and massage your scalp while you suck his cock, he pets you even and wiping at the tears collecting in your eyes when he hits the back of you throat

he tries to not excise his strength and push you down further, but no matter how hard he tries, he always does manage to impulsively push you down and slowly fuck your mouth while you’re left to gag around him

frottage !!! this man loves it!!

just having you on his lap has his erection pressing into you immediately, his hands trying to stable themselves against your hips as he tries not to rut into you like a dog

overstimulation? no problem for him. he’ll come inside of you and even if you haven’t reached your climax, he’ll keep fucking into you sloppily, hanging over you with a somewhat pained and dazed out face because it hurts the way he likes it

he’s sloppy!! messy!!

loves to come inside of you. it’s a rush for him, just the imagine of filling you to the brim with his seed gets him going

he might have a impregnation kink, but it’s merely a kink and only plays it out when he’s in a really bad mood

he’ll say things like “i’ll knock you up for good this time” or “you’re never going to fucking leave me, i’ll make you stay”

it’s not that he’ll actually impregnate you, he makes sure you’re taking the needed pills to avoid the situation

he also knows you hate cleaning his cum out because of the long process, and is constantly offering to help (whether it’s out of genuine care or another reason to fuck more cum into you)

sometimes he might cry during sex!!! but don’t worry, it’s because it’s too much for him and he might feel overwhelmed mentally and physically. it’s okay to take it slow, and just take over once in a while

hold his hand!!! during sex!! he loves it!!! when you intertwine your hands with his, despite him being gross and sweaty, he’ll just come right then and there

#idv requests #idv fandom #idv imagines #idv x reader #idv andrew #idv headcanons #identity v requests #identityv imagines #identity v fanfic #identity v x reader #identity v #idv fanfic #idv andrew kreiss #identity v andrew #identity v andrew kreiss #idv grave keeper #identity v grave keeper #andrew kreiss x reader #andrew kreiss

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angxlyxn · 3 years

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deadly resemblance - joseph desaulniers x f. reader

summary: joseph acts upon a desire of his, one that stems from an uncanny resemblance and a pure craving of power.

warnings: physical abuse, blood, descriptions of wounds, power dynamic, typical canon violence, obsessive behavior

a/n: for a friend! heehee joseph desaulniers kicks feet

word count: ~2.7k

Your fingers idly twiddled with the tartan fabric covering your legs, nervous digits brushing down your thighs and pressing anxiously into the clothed skin. Other survivors surrounded you at the matching table, their silent chattering barely making its presence over the enveloping notes of the manor’s organ. You didn’t take notice of who the faces next to you were, only sparing a few glances about the room until focusing your eyes on the billowing curtain before you, where the hunter was meant to be seated.

Your fingers ceased their drumming as a ring echoed through the room, your eyes growing droopy and body becoming limp as the world around you faded to dark, indicating that the match was commencing. An odd feeling washed over your body, one that always accompanied the beginning of matches and served only to instill an eerie feeling of dread within the survivors. Your eyes finally trembled open as you found yourself within the resounding walls of the Red Church. After taking stock of the boarded windows and minimal streams of light, you rushed to a nearby cipher, immediately beginning to work at the keys of the machine. The contraption exploded with a series of whirs and hums as you worked at it, clicking the keys messily. Your work was soon interrupted as a camera flashed in front of you, one that you failed to take notice of before you had began decoding. The blinding light spilled across your face, nearly impairing your sight. You blinked the flashes out of your eyes, spots appearing in your vision as you observed in place, eyes nervously darting about at the indication of who the hunter was.

It was far from truthful to say that you hadn’t been matched with the Photographer before. It was even further from the truth to claim that you had never had any out of match interactions. However, this didn’t mean you were any less sensitive to the man’s behavior as you always had been. He just always seemed to have his eyes on you, burning sapphire hues always glaring pointedly, dancing over some part of your body. You shook off the feelings of discomfort that always seemed to spring forth due to Joseph’s presence, suppressing the shake in your fingers in favor of trying to further your decoding progress. You sped up your movements in an effort to finish your cipher in time, furiously dashing across the keys with nimble digits, gliding and pressing as your heart rate picked up and-

Your heart dropped into your chest. The heavy sound of a missed calibration ran through your ears, the accidental slip of your fingers causing the cipher to blare out with an obnoxious ping that signified your mistake. You noticed that the cameras were still active, the flush of light acting as an ominous reminder that you were at the Photographer’s mercy in this game, and you had just made a fatal mistake. You didn’t dare go back to decoding, instead allowing your glistening pupils to scale the area around you with a sort of skittish fear.

You felt the strike before you could even register the situation.

A sword materialized before you, clashing into your side at the hands of its wielder, Joseph. A pained groan fell from your mouth, any sort of screams or words of protest stunned out of your vocabulary by the immobilizing pain. You quickly turned, your foot catching on the cipher as you made a dash towards the dilapidated shack of the church, its horribly paneled walls embracing your stuttering form as you ran for your life, away from the Count. Laughter drifted from behind, the sound flowing about you and inhabiting your mind, making you want to tear your ears clean off. Yet you persisted, darting about the shack as you felt your heartbeat grow stronger, the blood rushing from your wound not growing any less significant as you attempted to nurse it.

A lilting voice echoed through the building, indiscernible words bouncing off of the walls and spurring you on in your sprint. His voice gained some clarity as he made his way towards you, each of his steps twice the size of your own.

“Why do you run?” He quipped, a teasing tone making its way through his heavy french accent. “You know I don’t like it when my game struggles.” He punctuated his sentence with an angry slash at a pallet you had previously thrown down, the sharp blade of his sword easily destroying the patchy wood of the obstacle. It didn’t grant you much time, but just enough to get a bit of a lead on him. You jumped through a window right as his sword followed behind you, nearly piercing your neck. You rolled up from the ground, looking behind you in fear as you continued to run, leaving a distinct trail of crimson blood behind your injured self. There was another window up ahead, if you could make your way over it perhaps you could lose him, perhaps you could get away from the man and his persistent sadism. You ran, jumping against the window and vaulting over it with a sort of fatigued agility. Then you felt it. The heavy collision of his sword into your shoulder dealt you a blow that was more than enough to incapacitate you. You fell to your knees on the other side of the window, pressing your hands against your newest wound and seething in pain. The world felt dizzy as Joseph stood above you, his thin lips pulled into a slight smirk of triumph.

“I must say,” he murmured as he bent down before you, crouching patronizingly over your form. “I did enjoy the chase, however futile it may have been on your part…” He stabbed his sword into the ground with an unwarranted aggression before bringing his hand up to caress your hairline, a single fingertip moving tauntingly around the shape of it as though he was inspecting your features, cruel eyes glazing over your face as though you were a prime piece of meat, as though you were prey.

“We’ve met before, have we not, ma petite souris?” You cringed at the garish nickname. Being slightly versed in French, you knew the meaning of the pet name all too well. His predatory words felt so sickly, and were unimaginably demeaning. You swallowed harshly, offering a grim nod. A false smile overtook his lips, his hand moving up to your scalp and playing with your hair for a moment.

A flash of pain overtook you as sharp nails suddenly rooted themselves into your head, pulling harshly against your locks and forcing you from your knees before dragging you behind him, your feet stumbling against each other as he tugged you along. You finally reached a camera, which he swiftly flicked on. Your body flew roughly through the air as he released his hold on your hair, effectively pushing you through the boundary of the camera world. You landed with a jolt, heavy footfalls ringing through your ears as Joseph joined you amidst the monotone setting, his frame glowing brightly in contrast to the greyscale world that surrounded each of you. You pushed yourself up from your stomach, dirt crunching between your fingertips as you weakly pulled yourself into a kneeling position. Joseph scrutinized you harshly, the intense blue of his eyes burning into your features as he made a couple rounds about your form, his sword bouncing elegantly against his fingertips every so often. You felt powerless as you sat there, incapacitated, paralyzed, and at the mercy of the Photographer. He stopped before you, figure towering far over your own. You refused to look him in the eye, instead becoming rather occupied with the sooty floors of the church. Dust fell from your knees as he carelessly grasped your neck, uncomfortably pulling you from the ground as a cat would do to her kitten, although his touch was less than caring. He pushed your uncertain body before him, limp legs flailing about as Joseph guided you down the staircase that led to the basement, a glint of amused malice in his eyes as he watched you stutter about.

You were led by the imposing man to the center of the basement. As you observed the musty space, heart nearly beating out of your chest, the world faded out of greyscale, color falling out of Joseph just as it sunk back into you. The steel toe of his boot came into contact with your calf, the kick acting as a precursor to him dropping you, your knees clanging against the solid ground once more. You hesitantly gripped the ground, fingers curling against the cold floor as you sat awkwardly, observing Joseph as he walked about the basement. At this point, you had no consciousness of what was happening in the match. Honestly, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You weren’t even sure if you wanted someone to help you out of your predicament, the near paralyzation of your limbs seemingly spreading to your mind and halting any coherent thoughts of salvation that could have possibly come to you.

Joseph gazed at your form, releasing a sigh of frustration at your incompetence. Without a word, he pushed his hand against your chest, panic filling your eyes as you descended onto your back, shoulders colliding uncomfortably with the unforgiving concrete. The photographer walked about your unhealed body, observing the gash that adorned the delicate flesh of your shoulder. He leaned down towards it, humming as he ran his finger along the fragile skin and easily eliciting a flinch from you. Your body trembled at the teasing pain, eyes growing heavy with tears as you tried your hardest to maintain your composure. He moved himself up from the wound, taking stock of the disheveled state of your body. A few stray teardrops had found their way down your cheeks. Joseph leaned towards your face, brushing his still bloodied finger beneath your eyes and gleaning the liquid with a thin digit before sucking lightly it, face growing almost orgasmic at the taste of your tears.

“La saveur..” he hummed, a small tremble echoing through your chest as he did so. “You..” he made eye contact with you, eyes of cerulean piercing through your own. “You’re so much like him.”

You looked at him confusedly, gaze frightened and unsteady.

His face morphed into a scowl, teeth clenching together as he continued to study you. “You’re so much like him.” His voice was angry now, words indignant. He threaded his fingers through your hair, pulling your head towards him. He roughly clutched your form, bringing his face down against your own. The imposing man sniffed your hair with frightening intent, wildly curling the locks around his depraved fingers and pressing them against his cheeks. You didn’t know what was going on, you didn’t even know who “he” was. You weren’t sure you wanted to. Your body stiffened against his chest, chin pressing uncomfortably into his collarbone. He let out a content hum as he pressed himself further against you, much to your discomfort. Where was everyone? Why wasn’t anyone coming to save you?

Although, you still weren’t sure you wanted that. If someone did come, if they did manage to find you, they would see how pathetic you are, how weak you must be to not even have enough strength to fight back. But you knew if this went on any longer, you would bleed out. You could already feel your strength dissipating until it was void, the steady dripping of blood from your collar and ribs not helping the excruciating pain of your prolonged “death”.

“Mmm..” Joseph groaned, the sickening hum sending reverberations through your trembling chest. “Ma chérie…” he said, words drawling and almost slurred. His mood had changed incredibly fast, now sultry and dripping with adoration, a stark contrast to his enraged self from a few moments ago. He finally pulled away from you, gazing at your helpless form with cruel, scrutinizing eyes. “We haven’t enough time to..” The photographer gave you a falsely pitiful look. “..finish.”

He grabbed ahold of your fragile form, scooping you up within his arms and carrying you to one of the chairs that was placed in the basement. He stretched the wire against your unmoving form, barbed metal pricking into your skin and eliciting a cringe from you.

“The hallway that separates our two worlds, ma petite souris. Meet me there.”

‘The barrier between the hunter’s and survivor’s sides..’ your thoughts slurred, barely maintaining coherence through your analysis of his words.

With that final thought, and the impending doom that it signified, you felt the rocket chair begin to creak and spin, making its descent into the floor of the manor as you were sent back, away from Joseph but somehow also right back to him, at least as soon as the match reached its conclusion.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid him, and you also knew of the consequences if you tried.

This situation felt worse than bleeding out, worse than dying.

This felt completely helpless. And Joseph knew, like you knew, that it truly was.

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spammingitsobadly · 3 years

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Not a requested story or anything, but I’m not doing too hot and wanted to write about my biggest comfort characters since I’ve read every fic this site has to offer, hah. Also I finally found out how to make an under the cut thing on posts so now my fics don’t have to automatically take up all of the screen :-]

“Long Day” Pairing: Wu Chang x Hunter!Reader Category: Comfort

Warnings: None I think? Fan does start to get a little.. kissy.. but it lasts like one line and doesn’t go further than that. All still SFW.

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

It was quiet. Xie Bian sat comfortably upon a chair in the livingroom of the manor as a fire crackled and licked at the brick interior of the fireplace. He’d been enjoying a novel for most of the day as neither him nor Fan Wujiu had been called out for a match. Xie flipped through the pages of the novel as Fan lay bored on the couch, fiddling with his bell.

Fan placed the bell upon the wooden flooring with a soft ring and sat up with a huff and a sigh. He looked through the frosty windows and noticed how dark it was outside. The sun had rested below the skyline long ago and the stars twinkled and stared down upon him. Snowflakes floated down gently from the skies onto the slumbering flowers and gardens, marking the first signs of the upcoming winter. Fan rolled his eyes at the sight.

He hated this time of year. It was far too cold to do anything and it was such a pain traveling through the thick white snow. Teleportation was almost a necessity to get to one survivor to the other as chasing them was near impossible at this rate. Fan sighed once more and flopped back down onto the couch. Then he remembered you. You’d been called out a great deal today, chasing and fighting in the freezing fall air. You must be miserable, he’d thought to himself.

As Xie flipped through another page of his book, he glanced over at the manor doors as laughter echoed from outside. Fan glanced over as well, trying to take a gander at what the commotion was. A group of survivors pushed through the heavy doors, laughing like there was no tomorrow. Fan sneered at them. What happened?

“I still can’t believe how well done that counter attack was, Norton!” A figure cloaked in green chuckled, patting the prospector on the back. A smug smile was spread across Norton’s face as he chortled and wiped the light snow off of his shirt. Rolling his eyes, Xie continued reading his novel but Fan squinted, annoyed at the group.

“I didn’t even plan it. We were just in the right place at the right time, I suppose,” Norton replied gleefully. Following angrily behind the group of cheerful survivors was the hunter of the final match that day. You.

You were soaked from head to toe and shivering immensely. Your usual smile was nowhere to be seen as you glared bitterly at the giggling bunch, growing more and more irritable by the second. You threw your weapon down at the ground in a fit of rage with a loud clang, startling Xie who jumped in his seat. Without hesitation, he sprung up from his chair, tossed his book upon it, and hurried towards your shivering figure.

“Oh, my dear, what did those hooligans do to you?” Xie asked worriedly, ushering you towards a spot in front of the fireplace. Fan rose from the couch and walked towards you and Xie. He didn’t show much emotion on the outside but inside he was fuming. What did those fuckers do to his love? Kneeling down, Xie sat you down at the fireplace and began wiping the snow from your hair and clothing before you swatted your hand at him in annoyance.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” you snapped, crossing your arms with a huff. Xie looked down upon you, his fuchsia pink eyes filled with nothing but worry. He began to wipe the snow off of your form once more, though this time you didn’t stop him. You just stared quietly into the fire as it ate at the wood in the center. The room was silent besides the distant laughter of the survivors echoing against the manor walls. It remained such for a few moments before you calmed and gathered your thoughts.

“The prospector attached one of his magnets onto me while I chased him,” you began. Xie and Fan looked down at you as you spoke.

“The lawyer was typing in the code for the exit gate. I would’ve gotten them if it weren’t for those damn magnets.” Xie tilted his head at you, he’d grasped your hands and held them tightly in his as your shivering began to calm. You didn’t make eye contact with him. Your eyes were fixated on the blaze in front of you as Fan stared down at you, arms crossed.

“I got too close to the other magnet and it shot me backwards. I couldn’t regain my balance and slipped into a puddle. It was a rather nasty fall. And it was the last straw for me. Those fuckers had been teasing me all day and I just had it. I gave up. I let them escape. I was too cold to do anything at that point.” You let out a soft sigh as Xie rested a hand upon your ice cold cheek. You turned your head towards him, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

Fan huffed angrily. Oh, they were going to have the beating of their life next time they were paired with him. In fact, why wait? Rage induced thoughts echoed in his head like a static as he stomped towards the chair Xie had been sitting at previously. He grabbed the black umbrella left aside the chair and gripped the handle tightly, planning his revenge before Xie stopped him.

“Leave them be. It’s all part of the game,” Xie reminded the black guard, his tone soft yet strict. Fan stumbled his words, unable to come up with a proper counter argument as his head was only filled with the ungodly punishment he was about to lash out at every survivor that sat calmly at the dinner table. Xie turned towards his fuming black and white haired lover, a light glare in his eyes to show that he wasn’t going to repeat himself. Fan pouted and crossed his arms, umbrella still in hand, complying with the white guard’s wishes.

“I’m sorry your day went this way, my love,” Xie whispered, turning back to look at your saddened face. You finally looked up at him and gazed into his rose colored eyes. He smiled softly. God, you were just so beautiful to him. Even when soaked, tired, and unkempt, you were still so marvelous to him. He rested his hands back onto yours.

“Come along now. Let's get you changed,” Xie said, pulling you up from the floor. He guided you to your room, a hand on your side. Fan followed swiftly behind, shooting a final sneer at the survivors as he walked by. Fan walked aside you and Xie, rubbing your sore back reassuringly. The floorboards creaked gently as the three of you traversed through the corridors to your living quarters. Your shivering had died down as your two beloved partners comforted you.

Fan opened the door to your room. The door creaked on its hinges as a cold breeze sent shivers down his spine. You and Xie took a step back as Fan peered in the room. The white curtains that covered your window waved gently as the crisp fall air trickled into your room.

“Stupid, what did I tell you about leaving your window open this time of year?” Fan asked rhetorically, walking inside and shutting the window. You rolled your eyes. The black guard rested the umbrella against the wall as Xie escorted you inside, shut the door, and sat you upon your bed. He fumbled around the room for a way to light the area as Fan looked around for dry clothing.

“Aha,” Xie whispered to himself, finding a small box of matches. Striking the tip of the match against the edge of the box, he set it alight. He lit the few candles that were placed accordingly around your room before extinguishing the flame from the match. Fan found a large shirt folded neatly in your dresser drawer. He recognized it. You stole this from him, didn’t you? Ah, it didn’t matter. He also grabbed a pair of pants from the dresser, walked towards you, and placed the dry clothing upon the bedsheets.

“May I?” Xie offered to help clean you up. You nodded your head, not saying a word. You were too exhausted and sore to do anything yourself at this point so you gladly accepted their help. You had known them long enough to be comfortable with them seeing you in a state of undress.

Xie began unbuttoning and untying your wet and unkempt clothing, averting his eyes respectfully. Fan snuck a peak as Xie helped dress you, but the white guard knew Fan’s little antics.

“Wujiu,” he teased in a sing-song voice. Fan turned his head away, sat down upon a chair that sat beside the window and glanced away with a sigh. Xie placed the wet clothing onto the floor and pulled the large shirt over your head. You pulled your arms through the sleeves and pulled the pants over your legs before making yourself comfortable.

Fan looked over to see that you were done getting dressed and stood up to reach for the hair brush that lay upon your nightstand. He removed his shoes so as to not muddy up your sheets and climbed onto the bed with you, brush in hand. He began combing through your hair which had gotten a bit messy due to the winds that came in like waves during the matches that day. Unlike his attitude, Fan was very gentle when he cared for you. He wants to make sure that his partner is calm and happy and if that means swallowing his pride or calming his nerves for you then so be it. He ran his fingers through your hair as he brushed it, admiring how gorgeous you looked with your hair all down and neat.

Xie sat upon the edge of the bed next to you without much to do, but he was fine with that as he got to see your beautiful face as his loving partner combed through your hair. He admired all of your features as you sat there. Your sparkling eyes, your soft skin, your form, all of it.

“How were your days?” You spoke, breaking the silence.

“Boring,” Fan answered, still brushing your hair.

“It was nothing eventful. However, I did catch up on my reading,” Xie replied, before remembering he had left his novel back in the living room. Ah, no worries. He could get it later. Fan finished up brushing the last section of your hair and placed the brush back down onto the night stand. You were suddenly jerked backwards and pulled up onto the black guard’s lap as he began to massage your shoulders. He noticed there had been slight bruising and a few scratches upon your skin from the palettes the survivors slammed into you. He ran his fingers over them delicately as his anger came flooding back to him.

“I’ll make those boneheads pay. Just you wait,” Fan muttered, leaning down a bit to plant a soft kiss upon each bruise and cut. You chuckled to yourself as his nose tickled at your skin. He rubbed his hands against your arms as he kissed at your shoulders and back. He’d begun kissing and nipping at your neck playfully, but you kindly asked him to stop before it escalated further. Not tonight. Respecting your wishes and boundaries, he stopped and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into an embrace from the back. He rested his head upon yours.

“Don’t hog them all for yourself now,” Xie joked, crawling up towards the two of you on the bed and laying down at your side, resting his head on a soft white pillow. Fan chuckled and shifted his position, still holding you close with an arm. He laid down on his side and pulled Xie closer to the two of you, planting a kiss upon his forehead with a soft smile. Xie smiled back in return and wrapped his arms around both you and Fan.

There you lay, sandwiched tightly, yet comfortably in between the two guards. In between your two lovers. In between the two men who would do absolutely anything for you if it meant it would bring a smile to your face. Oh, how they loved you dearly. Xie ran his gentle fingers through your hair as he gazed into your kind eyes lovingly. He traced your facial features with his fingertips over and over, admiring your charm. Fan grumbled, hungry for affection. The white guard snickered softly and ran a finger over his nose before resting his palm against his cheek, rubbing his thumb over it affectionately. Fan leaned into his touch, shutting his eyes, and letting out a calm sigh.

As all three of you hunters began to grow tired, Xie pulled the blanket over your bodies and you snuggled into each other like a batch of kittens. The white guard placed a chaste kiss upon your lips and ran his fingers through your hair a final time.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, a smile on his face.

“I love you too. I love you both so dearly,” you whispered in reply, resting a hand on Xie’s side. Fan hummed in response, too tired to speak. You drifted off into a quiet slumber as your lovers followed soon behind.

#idv #identityv #idvxreader #idv imagines #wu chang #xie bian #fan wujiu #polyamarous

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lostinyourdreams · 4 years

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Introduction&Rules

Hello everyone,

I am quiet new to Tumblr but I have always wanted to share my art on here and my headcanons or stories although English isn’t my first language so I may have a few grammar issues but please feel free to correct me, constructive criticism is always welcomed <3

I mainly post about identity v but might sometimes sneak in my ocs/fcs ;3

Dont be afraid to message or ask me I dont bite ^ ^

~Rules~

Please be respectful

Please do not use my drawings/stories/headcanons without credit

For now I will stick to sfw headcanons/stories, however I will do more suggestive writing (kisses, hickeys, lap sitting etc)

I will do: reader x cannon, cannon x cannon, cannon x reader x cannon

I am perfectly fine with angst

No minor x adults ships ya nasties

If you wanna request axe boy, sculptor or Yidhras follower keep it plutonic-

Please specify if you want headcanons or a fan-fic

If you request multiple characters and dont specify if you want the headcanons separately I will just assume :>

If the gender isnt specified I will keep the gender neutral

Please keep in mind that my rules might change-

#idv #identityv #identity v #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v imagines #idv imagines #identity v headcanons #idv headcanons

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idv-simp · 4 years

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my intro ! & info

introduction __________

hihi! i’ll be going by eli on this account, and i’ll be using he/they pronouns:) some info about me is that i’m nonbinary and i’m sorta questioning my sexuality atm but for simplicity until i figure out my main label, i’m queer !

blacklist (things i wont do/write for) __________

canon x canon (sorry ! this might change in the future, but right now im still struggling with writing some characters, i’m not sure if i’d do any good at canonxcanon.)

oc x canon (however, feel free to add on any behavior you want the reader to have! e.g; ‘victor x shy reader’, ‘victor x hotheaded reader’, etc!

p*dophilia, NSFW and/or inc*st

s*icide or self-h*rm

homophobia, transphobia, etc any topics that make me uncomfortable or anything, remember that i am allowed to deny any request for whatever reason.

things i will do / write (for) __________

headcanons

one shots / imagines / scenarios (though please be aware i write it in a dashed list section ! i can do it in a written format if you’d like, but it might take me a little bit longer. please specify if you’d like it that way!)

yanderes (romantic, platonic, etc. but please specify which ! also if you’d like a more obsessive non-harmful yandere rather than aggressive yandere, please also specify that:) however if you just want general headcanons you dont have to specify!)

poly ships ! (though please be aware im not rlly comfortable with canon x canon x reader, so it’d be more of you’re dating [x characters] at once, and they’re not dating eachother, just you)

platonic character x reader aswell as romantic character x reader (e.g; ‘being best friends with luca would include’ and ‘dating luca would include’) other info __________ trigger/content warnings will always be listed beforehand i may not be able to do certain characters, but i’ll try my best. i may be bad at portraying certain characters, so please don’t bash me for that ! they don’t really have a canon personality i can go off of, so it’s usually a matter of my personal headcanons. if you’d like a certain character to have a certain personality, you can also request that! i don’t really have a character limit per scenario so go wild!

#idv #identityv #identity v headcanons #identityvscenarios #idv x reader #idvxreader #identity v x reader #identity v imagines #identity 5

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shuichisweave · 4 years

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Rules for Requests

Identity V SURVIVORS

Aesop Carl (Embalmer)

domestic hcs

Andrew Kreiss (Grave Keeper)

date hcs

domestic hcs

Luca Balsa (Prisoner)

date hcs

Mike Morton (Acrobat)

sfw & nsfw hcs

Vera Nair (Perfumer)

sfw & nsfw hcs

Identity V HUNTERS

Leo Beck (Hell Ember)

nsfw hcs

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Boyfriend to Death

Ren Hana

date hcs

first meeting hcs

Lawrence Oleander

date hcs

flower child (fanfic) [ABANDONED]

first meeting hcs

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BATMAN (2022)

Edward Nashton (The Riddler)

gut feeling (fanfic, ongoing)

crosswords (headcanons/scenario)

crosswords pt2 (headcanons/scenario)

come to bed (oneshot)

costume party pt1 (oneshot)

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SPIDERMAN (RAIMI/MCU)

Otto Octavius (Doc Ock)

sweet nothings (scenario)

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ithaquakisser · 1 year

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Hi^^ If it's not much hassle, can you please do headcanons about how ithaqua would help his s/o if the are really really tried, like, they can't even walk anymore. They can be also a hunter this time?

I have never been so tried in AGES

I walked for like almost 6hours straight, in the mountain, without food (well, until like 35 minutes before-), water and extra tried bc I ran a lot. You know what's the worse? I have to wait 40 min for the train AND I have to wait in the sun with no shadow and cold wind 💀 I wanna dieeeeee

— Ithaqua With A Tired Lover...

Synopsis; Ithaqua helps you walk after an exhausting pack hunter match.

CW; N/A

WC; ≈607

Note; I envisioned Ithaqua to be a very selfless individual when it comes to his s/o! Especially once his mask comes off he is just an absolute sweetheart. Also, that sounds terrible! I really hope you got the rest you needed after that! Thank you for requesting!

♡ Ithaqua is one of the most considerate individuals you’d ever meet. And likely one of the sweetest as well. The moment he notices you are unwell he would immediately rush to your side. His words are spoken in a dulcet tone as he asks, “Are you okay?” His brows would be furrowed in concern, removing his mask momentarily to grasp a better glimpse of your face.

♡ After a rigorous pack hunter match, you’d find yourself stumbling over and limping. Having taken several pallets to the head, your head pounded ruthlessly. Your legs were weary, for they felt like gelatin with each step you took that was in comparison to stepping on a bed of nails. You were visibly exhausted, your hair was ruffled and clung to the moist beads of sweat that trickled down your forehead. Survivors can be awfully brutal, and you’ve learned that day to never underestimate a survivor’s wit.

♡ The walk subsequent to the match back to the manor was hellish. Ithaqua would take heed of the pained expression on your face and inquire of your well-being. You simply shook your head and brushed off his concern, insisting you’d be fine. He’d stayed by your side throughout the stroll, consistently glancing your way to be ensured of your state. “Are you certain that you’ll be alright?”

♡ It wasn’t until you stumbled in the midst of your tracks, the tall hunter catching you in his arms. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” “No, you’re not. Please, allow me to help you.” Ithaqua would wrap your arm around his shoulders, providing you support in your steps. He insisted on assisting you and you had no choice but to accept his aid when he bolstered you. He’d walk with you back to the manor, but when your feet gave out and you collapsed to your knees out of exhaustion, he’d offer to carry you.

♡ You shook your head once more, a tinge of crimson staining your cheeks from envisioning the hunter carrying you in his arms. Ithaqua would persist, to which you eventually obliged with a sigh. You were caught off-guard when he swooped you off of your feet, taking you into his arms. The hunter held you close, ensuring you wouldn’t fall by supporting your head and your lower half. Ithaqua certainly wasn’t strong, but he wasn’t weak either. Despite his petite structure, he would be able to convey you back to the manor and your bedroom.

♡ He’d fetch you water with a kiss on your forehead. Opening the windows to allow the refreshing cool breeze to bestow upon you. If it’s you he’d do anything, you are his love after all. Ithaqua is quite selfless when it comes to you. If you were to ask of him on his behalf he’d merely insist he was okay and once again query in regards to your physical state.

♡ "You should rest, Y/N.” “What about you?” “I’ll be here.” He’d say while setting his mask aside, allowing you to witness the man behind the facade. The hood of his fur cloak falling to his shoulders. “You mustn’t exert yourself during matches.” With a breathy sigh, you’d lean back into the arrangement of pillows by the frame. “I know…”

♡ Ithaqua would sit at your bedside, his lips would curl into a weary smile when he’d lay his head by yours. Seemingly enervated as well, he’d soothingly run his slender hands through your locks. The two of you hadn’t even noticed when you fell into slumber. You were merely two lovers, fatigued by what the day had to offer. With nothing but the evening zephyr to serenade you both to rest.

#identityv #identityv x reader #idv ithaqua x reader #idv ithaqua #ithaqua #idv night watch #identity v #identity 5 #identity v night watch #identityv ithaqua #idv fanfic #idv scenarios #scenarios #identity v headcanons #idv headcanons #self insert #gender neutral insert #gender neutral imagine #no beta we die like ithaqua's brother

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