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naiadere · 1 year

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sculpting chisel

yandere! sculptor headcanons

content warnings: implied forced relationship, obsessiveness, honestly really tame

in honor of miss galatea winning most votes for ds!! this isn’t proof read and kind of bad… also istg, i cannot navigate tumblr for the life of me; this app has me in shambles and in tears, always.

— yan! sculptor who is, smitten. you’ve charmed her endlessly, and she is absolutely captivated by you. as much as you are her muse, you are also her inspiration, and although she enjoys capturing your beauty and your beauty alone; she can’t help but want to sculpt a creation that resembles the both of you. it warms her heart greatly, and whether or not you like her statues matters little to her because she’ll show you them anyway (but she does expect some level of praise in return).

— yan! sculptor who lives in her head, daydreaming of you. if her darling happens to be a survivor, you really must’ve caught her eye. perhaps on a whim, she’s used to playing against the same survivors, but a new addition to the roster? how peculiar, and, enticing. you’ve piqued her curiosity, and if you think you can get away with stealing her attention just like that, then you’re sorely mistaken. she chased you down the entire match, though most of it was her simply following you and seeing how you behave–– observing your features, saving them in her mind for a later date; all while you attempt to dodge her statues.

— yan! sculptor who can’t help but sigh, disappointed whenever she enters a match and notices you are nowhere to be found in the survivor’s lobby. she waits patiently for the day she gets to meet you again, and when she does, she’s elated beyond belief. her mind is lonely without you, her heart even more-so, and her artistic motivation is s depleted. know that as soon as she sees you are sitting on one of the waiting chairs, she will use whatever means necessary to win the match. as much as galatea wishes to visit you during the standby session, she also wants to surprise you, it’s been an awfully long time since she’s last seen you, hasn’t it? may as well make it special.

— yan! sculptor who plays the game as naturally as possible, though she must admit, your mere presence makes her heart race, and her statues are less calculated this time around. when you eventually reveal yourself — whether it be through rescuing a fellow survivor, decoding nearby, or simply moving across the map in her general vicinity — she will immediately change targets. galatea is determined as ever, partially to show off (she’s quite good at playing the game, isn’t she?) and partially because she wants you to pay attention to her. by the time she downs you, she’ll give you an unreadable smile (you’ve not a clue whether or not she’s intentionally being malicious, but her next actions read otherwise) because she’ll switch traits, placing three peepers down in front of you while you’re incapacitated.

— yan! sculptor who leaves you by your lonesome — as much as it pains her to leave just as the opportunity to be with you arises — she still has your fellow teammates to take care of. by the time you’ve used self-heal and gotten up, she’ll chisel over to you via hieroglyphic graveyard and bombard you with statues, and you’ll find yourself back on your knees and incapacitated once again in mere seconds. galatea’s mind is occupied with how she will approach you once she’s done eliminating your teammates. it’s not that she’s particularly nervous, she’s just content with watching you, but she figures it will be unpleasant for the two of you to sit in silence (especially knowing you’re bleeding out). the thought of making small-talk with you crosses her mind as she sets the final survivor on the rocket chair, and she hears them being sent back to the manor while she wheels her way over to you. try as you may to crawl away, but she’ll find you before you completely bleed out.

— yan! scultpor who finally has the time to meet with you alone. as galatea stands before you, you notice she’s still chiseling away despite the fact she’s summoned no statues. there is little time for the two of you to converse, but she utilizes that time wisely; asking all about you. what is your name? what is your occupation? why are you at the manor? it’s quite rare for galatea to initiate conversations, but just this once, for you. she may appear like she doesn’t care about your responses, or that she’s more focused on her sculpting, but she listens to every word you have to say. your voice is engraved in her mind, and before you’re able to bleed out, she’ll extend her hand out to you, revealing the statue she had been chiseling. is it really that surprising that it’s you? don’t worry, she’ll make an even prettier one soon; one that’s grand, that captures all your details and features down to a T. she surrenders before you can bleed out.

— yan! sculptor who spends all her time in the courtyard with you after that match. galatea has you reluctant to leave the safety of your chambers these days, but you can’t stay cooped up in your room forever now can you? if her darling happens to be a hunter, you’re likely to have been a resident of the manor long before her. maybe you’re the first to greet her, or maybe you teach her the ropes of hunting, whatever it is, you’ve got her locked in. it is truly easier this way, she gets to spend more time with you. as a hunter, galatea would be less bold; she won’t need to approach you like how she would a survivor darling simply because she knows when she gets to see you again. she would definitely find patterns in your schedule, or at least study your routine enough to the point where she believes you’re becoming predictable. galatea would somehow always manage to find you in your downtime, though play it off and jest, “fufu… what a coincidence. it seems we always meet each other,” (she pre-planned this interaction three days ago).

— yan! sculptor who often beckons you into her study. she wishes to spend time with you, even if the two of you say nothing, basking in your presence is good enough. it keeps her mind at ease, and she sculpts much finer and nicer works when you’re around. galatea enjoys having tea with you, an afternoon event you would often partake in with the bloody queen and the photographer–– but no longer now, now that you have galatea. you have this gallantry to you, something galatea admires, and it shows when you set a cloth over the small coffee table and serve her tea. the majority of the time with her is spent in silence or scarce small-talk, but usually the sound of her humming is enough. at times like this, you may find her staring at you, but with her eyes pitch black and face expressionless, you can never tell what she’s thinking. galatea never shy’s away when you two make eye contact like this, actually, her corners of her lips tug upward into a sweet grin because all she’s thinking about is how lovely you look sitting still.

— yan! sculptor who adores seeing you dress up. miss nightingale gifts skins and costumes sparingly, so to see you in such lavish and nice clothing (though she would not mind if it was anything less) warms her heart. galatea believes you look wonderful in anything though, as she’s sculpted all variations of you that one could imagine; even your worn-clothes outfit. there is little she can do with helping you dress but she assists in whatever way she can, and although she isn’t the nervous type, her fingers tremble and her face heats up as she zips up your garments. as much as galatea loves to tamper with your hair and face, she would enjoy it much more if you were the one styling her. naturally, her hair is messy, tangled and even matted down, to have you brush it would be heavenly. and to have you clean her stained eyeshadow would be a dream, oh to wipe her smudged lipstick and apply it right. it’s a shame you don’t have matching outfits, she doesn’t see why not, especially with those two survivors — the patient and psychologist — having multiple sets together. but she does what she can, and will attempt to match with you with what she has, perhaps one day miss nightingale may be kind enough to offer you two costumes from the same essence, or better yet, a true set of matching outfits.

— yan! sculptor who asks about how your matches went whilst you were away. the truth is, galatea was spectating them, all of them. but she wishes to hear your opinion first, before she demolishes the survivors you played against that is. regardless of whether you had won, tied, or lost who knows how many times, she will definitely remember whom you played against; and she will definitely be giving them a hard time the next chance she gets to play against any of them. her spite will increase tenfold if you went friendly for them, though she won’t take her bitterness out on you, no, of course not. galatea is many things, but jealous? don’t make her laugh… but perhaps she does feel a little disheartened seeing you show such compassion and to the survivors of all things, your generosity really precedes you. if your sessions ended mainly with wins and/or ties, she will want to spend quality time with you, perhaps in the courtyard or on a picnic–– you can tell her all about the matches over tea and horderves. if your sessions ended mainly with ties/losses, she will want to patch you up if you’ve received any injuries or such. it hurts her heart to have to see you in such a frail state, especially considering her own physical appearance, and it makes her all the more vengeful when it’s her turn to play in a match again.

— yan! sculptor who is hesitant to play duo hunters with you simply for the fact she cannot stand to see you taking flare gun hits for her, let alone stuns in general. although the two of you would make quite the team, as she believes both your abilities are quite enough on their own, her temper may get the better of her in duo hunters. the eight survivors are a headache, and despite the fact she knows it is more efficient for you and her to chase different people, she will find herself gravitating back towards the area you’re in to merely check on you. galatea is determined to perform well in front of you — she usually performs well regardless of if you’re there or not — and if not to impress you, than to satiate her ever growing nerves that the survivors are getting on. but all the flare gun shots and stuns mean nothing in the end, in fact it’s all worth it when you congratulate her after sending the last survivor back to the manor; it’s truly what keeps her sane in this game-mode. and maybe if she does well enough, she can ask for a kiss instead.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #yandere identity v #yandere idv #idv sculptor x reader #sculptor x reader #galatea claude x reader

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rosemaze-reveries · 9 months

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little afternoons 🗡

pairing. sculptor (animal witch) x you genre. fluff 😔🫰 notes: galatea & ann are sisters, reader has long hair

A soft smile tugs at your lips, followed by a gentle knock against the doorframe. You have no doubt she already knows you’re here—this is her forest after all, and nothing here is a secret from her. But you still announce your presence, as she still expects a greeting.

Salt-and-pepper hair pinned up in her usual bun, she peeks out from her work alcove with curious eyes. Through the glass, she sees you flash a bundle of envelopes.

“Oh...!”

As soon as she opens the door for you, it’s a matter of seconds before you’re surrounded by her friends — the canaries swarm to strip you of your traveling coat and the deer nudge your legs, goading you further inside. The Witch herself greets you with a smile.

“My goodness, it’s been ages!”

She ruffles your sleeve as a quick hello, but of course it’s the letters she’s really after. She snatches them from you and gently leafs through them, checking over the names of each sender. They’re always the same every time. But she still reads through them with her eyes wide and curious, as if one might surprise her someday.

“How has she been lately?” she asks once she finishes, clutching the bundle against her heart. A knowing bluebird flits over to drop a letter opener on her wheelchair’s side table.

“Ann?”

Galatea rolls her eyes. “Who else?”

“Fine, I think. I’m sure she’ll tell you more in her letters. She misses you terribly.” You hang up your hat on one of four hooks mounted on the wall. Each is haloed by a wooden animal that resembles the rest of the carvings stationed around the room. Yours takes the shape of a fox while Galatea’s favorite hat hangs beneath a rabbit. The owl is for lost travelers who occasionally seek shelter in her cottage. And the cat is reserved for Ann, who has never ventured to visit. Even so, neither sister dares to give up the idea of ‘someday.’

Your eyes fix on the cat’s empty hook. At the very least, you know Ann is still alive. It’s easy to keep tabs on someone as widely known and loved as her. But witches have been vanishing left and right, and every time you visit Galatea you wonder which will be the last time you deliver her letters. Galatea, perceptive as always, catches those lingering seconds.

“What else did you bring? Let me see.” Her voice prompts you to tear your gaze from the wall.

“Cakes from town,” you procure a stack of pink-and-white dappled boxes from your bag. “I thought you might like a taste of the city. They’re from a new bakery that’s been all the rage lately.”

Galatea spares a single glance at the boxes before her eyes flick back to your face. “I don’t care for the city,” she says simply. “But I know you love it, and I’m interested in the taste of your love. Which is your favorite?”

“Mine? Try the middle one. It’s like magic in a box.” You don’t elaborate on the flavor, instead handing it to her before rounding the parlor table. And then, before you forget, you add: “Nothing compares to your baking, though.”

“Of course not. Especially not cakes from the city,” she huffs, but her features soften again moments later. “Thank you.”

Neatly setting down the rest of your things, you pluck out the pins from your hair and pass them to the bluebirds, who have long since grown accustomed to your stays. Galatea’s eyes trail after you. She watches your hair fall loose, tumbling over your shoulders. Quickly she grows disinterested in the cakes you’ve brought her.

“You should stay longer this time,” she tells you. She reaches out a hand, and you know to take it. Then she reels you closer. “Coming and going so often might attract unwanted eyes. I don’t want anyone finding this place.”

“I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

“I know. I won’t let you.” Her fingers take up your hair, coiling strands around her knuckles. She can be a little possessive at times. But there is no hint of menace in her words, only a wish. “Sometimes, the stories the people spread about evil witches don’t feel so far-fetched. I certainly wish I could lock you away and have you all to myself.”

Her nails trace over your collar, and your shoulders, and eventually settle above your heart. A rush of heat overtakes your chest.

“I wouldn’t mind. The stories never prepared me for how beautiful the witches would be.”

Tutting her tongue, she blinks away an eyeroll, then lightly shoves you backward. “Oh, please. You’re unbearable. Besides — I need you around. Who else would deliver my letters?”

The glow in her eyes makes it clear she’s enjoying your company. But even if you were only her postman, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

#identity v #idv imagines #galatea claude #idv sculptor #galatea x reader #idv x reader

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taotaoirl · 4 months

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idv masterlist

galatea (sculptor):

galatea claude x reader general headcanons (sfw)

mary (bloody queen):

mary x reader general headcanons (sfw)

joseph (photographer):

yandere!joseph x reader (sfw)

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callimaria · 2 years

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i like galatea i think she’s cool

tw: obsession, murder, idk

characters: galatea

oh, how blind were you to it? the curious stare, the gaze lasting longer than it should. even breathing, blinking in her direction would stir up her heart until she grew even more curious.

you should have known.

you should have known better than to take it the wrong way, and turn a blind eye.

they were tiny, fragile little sculptures. but they never found their way to you, didn’t they? because they weren’t perfect. they needed to be perfect, they needed to be for you, because you were perfect.

they were thrown away, thrown at the wall, thrown in the trash; anything, she thought, anything to get rid of these eyesores.

oh, you were beautiful in her eyes, she muses. idly staring at her chisel, the one that didn’t seem to sculpt perfection as gorgeous and mesmerizing as you were.

living, breathing, but you caught her attention and all she can do is be awestruck over your mere presence.

but you didn’t share that fixation. oh, oh no, there were others you talked to, weren’t there? friends?

“stupid, stupid survivors. get away from my beloved,” she’d chant with a manic expression, thinking and thinking back to your laughter — the joyful conversations you should be having with her, not them.

her chisel almost seemed to dull the more and more her frantic stabbing was, wood splintering right under its touch as it bent to her will.

all they do is make you ignore her more and more; it’s outrageous.

shouldn’t she be the focus? the one grabbing your stares from afar? the star of this ‘show’?

she’s had enough of simply trying to be more rough, the desperation grew even stronger. she knew what she needed to do — the blood that stains your cheek as you try to outrun her every match, it shouldn’t be there.

you shouldn’t be tainted by such.. mortal things, you’re an angel in her eyes.

yes… she finally understands.

you’re not just perfect,

you’re the muse that she never thought she’d find, the prime she’ll finally reach, the peak of artistic expression just waiting—

—to be turned into your proper form.

and you couldn’t run away. not like you had the chance to, there is no one to save you from your greatest admirer.

and on a dark night without the lively stars and the peaceful glow of the moon, she finally made her ‘mark’ on you; ecstatic as you seemed to welcome her with ‘open’ arms.

“..you finally see me.” she cooed adoringly, a hand running through your matted hair; your clothes in tatters, blood dripping from both your nose and mouth, the scent of iron clogging the air.

a dark, ruby red liquid drips from her chisel, it stained brown already. of course, she’d clean you up later, but now she finally has what she wanted.

you’re hers now, forever hers, eternally in her possession for as long as she ‘lives’.

“we’re a happy couple. i love you…

and you love me. always, always— because you can’t say no, because you’re perfect.

you’re for me.”

i actually don’t know how to write her why did i do this

#identity v #idv #idv sculptor #identity v hunter #idv hunter #idv x reader #identity v x reader #yandere #idv galatea

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zdux · 9 months

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New Chapter!!!

I finally posted a new chapter of Sweet Melodies & Celestial Bodies on ao3!! Here's the link!

#zdux #zdux writes #zdux speaks #idv #idv x reader #idv violinist #idv violinist x reader #idv antonio #idv antonio x reader #identity v antonio #antonio paganini #idv sculptor #idv galatea #idv michiko #survivor reader #idv survivor #identity v #idv survivor x hunter

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euryd-ce · 2 years

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❁ CAPTIVATE

PAIRING: Yandere! Galatea Claude x GN! Nurse! Reader

CW: Delusional Mindsets, Implied Murder, General Yandere Themes

NOTE: Mildly based off what happens in her trailer.

Galatea was always quiet. Well-behaved even, silently sculpting using whatever you had to bring to her, whether it be an apple, a potato, absolutely anything solid enough. Though, there was always the underlying possibly that she was only like that because you were around.

Your colleagues always seemed afraid whenever they were assigned to go to her 'ward', claiming that she was more violent than she looked, that she was a lost cause. And it's not like you could exactly deny that claim either, not after one of your co-workers recently had to be treated after having his eye pierced with a fork, allegedly by Galatea. Because of her rather erratic behaviour, your colleagues made it a point to drop off what she needed as quickly as possible whenever they had to, often flinching or bracing themselves the moment they made eye contact with her through the little opening on the metal door. It was as if she was a monster imprisoned in that little room, constantly instilling fear into the minds of those who unfortunate enough to have to face her.

But... you were different, and as cliche as it may sound, this difference is exactly what brought you to this predicament. Upon discovering the significant change in attitude the sculptor had around you, they eventually agreed that only you would be in charge of her, for the safety of the other nurses. Naturally, you wanted to argue against them. Was your life not just as valuable as theirs? Who knows if you'd eventually get the same treatment they did? Despite the uncanny silence she had around you, you were afraid of her. You weren't experienced at defending yourself, nor did you have excellent reflexes, so a sudden change in her demeanor would likely lead to your doom.

But it never came.

Just like the previous times you had visited her, she was quiet. It made you wonder why it was you of all people. It's not like you were any different from your colleagues, your fear was just as evident as theirs. You shook just as much as they did whenever you had to put your hands through the door, tried not to make eye contact with the eyes that seemed to be drilling holes into your head, and always found yourself sweaty despite the relatively cool temperature of area. Upon leaving the remote yard where she was imprisoned, you'd have heart rate comparable to that of a marathon runner, which was quite unusual to you considering all you did was drop off her lunch and, in some cases, stay outside the room for a few minutes at most in order to calm down.

At some point, you thought it had something to do with your appearance, a possibility you didn't want to acknowledge. You, by absolutely any means, would never consider yourself attractive to the human eye, moreso worthy as a subject of one's art. But it was hard to ignore this case, seeing that she'd occasionally attempt to steal glances at you whenever you accidentally left the little window open. So, shamelessly, you brought it up as a question, only to regret it immediately afterward.

"... Sorry, that was uncalled for. You don't need to answer that."

But from inside of the room, you heard a giggle. She had a hand on her mouth, and was amused at your sudden question, but eventually gave what you assumed was a slight smile.

"Tch, stop it, you're making me blush..." You scolded, mumbling the last part, and looked away from her, while she continued sculpting the apple you had brought to her as a part of her meal.

You eventually became less fearful of your meetings with her, and you'd even try to engage in conversations with her, a suggestion from one of your higher-ups. But every question was either met with an uncanny silence, or a giggle that never failed to make you feel embarrassed or to make you wonder what was so funny about what you brought up. In the long run, she started giving you little 'trinkets', the little sculptures she made. You thought it was cute at first, until the sculptures started looking more and more like you. It was at that point you realized,

Things probably shouldn't have gone this far.

While the little gifts seemed like an innocent act of appreciation, you couldn't bring yourself to continue taking care of her knowing that she'd get attached to you, too attached. So you planned on leaving, and you had almost everything prepared. But you just couldn't live with the guilt of leaving her without a word, so you came back one last time to say goodbye, wishing for her recovery, wishing she'd be quick to let go of you, and... surprisingly... she spoke.

It was a simple request, to open the door just once. You figured that it wouldn't be as bad your conscience kept telling you, kept warning you about. Amidst the little friendship that blossomed between you two, you forgot about the monster that lay dormant inside of the sculptor. You thought that perhaps she just wanted to see you once more, and that you'd be out and far away in no time, so you did. And for that, you were a fool.

Galatea was distraught at first. She couldn't believe the news you were bringing to her, not after you had accepted all the gifts that she worked so hard on just to 'win' you over. But she had faith in you. She knew you just couldn't bear to leave her, that you were probably forced by those filthy doctors to move away, that you wanted to be here. So she took it upon herself to bring your desires to life.

Though, it was as if... your roles had switched. In the past, you were always the one to start talking to her, while she'd listen... silently. But just as she had gained the confidence to start the same little conversations, you had nothing to say. There were no giggles, no heavy breathing, no words, but it was okay. You were probably just getting used to your new environment, and were too nervous to speak at the moment. But nevertheless, Galatea believed in you, and patiently awaited the day you'd finally say something.

"I was a fool to think my father would understand, that anyone would ever understand! That's what I believed, at least..." She ranted before quickly turning toward you.

"Oh (name)... You of all people would understand me..." The sculptor said, caressing the cold and lifeless masterpiece, sprawled against the wall of her ward.

"but why... why am I the only one speaking?"

The highest form of art requires a soul and warmth, but many are quick to lose themselves amidst their delusions when seeking such artistic prowess.

#identity v x reader #idv x reader #yandere identity v #yandere idv #yandere galatea claude #yandere sculptor

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undobutton · 3 years

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That's alright!! If it's okay, a picnic or general day hcs with galatea with a best friend?

of course you can! I'm glad i hadn't upset you❤️

Galatea picnic hcs w/best friend:

GALATEA CLAUDE (sculptor)

she had never gone on a picnic before she met you so when you explained what it was she was really excited!

she asked Mary to help her make some snacks to bring.

she made some sandwiches and chopped some fruit.

Robbie took a sandwich or two tho he didn't know she was saving them and apologised with candy🥺

when you two got to the place you planned to have the picnic, you helped her onto the blanket and ate your snacks

while eating she told you about the matches she was in earlier. her excitement led to a four victory streak which she was proud to report.

she asks you about your matches. if you did well she'll clap. if you didn't to to well she'll give you a pat on the back and a hug.

after you eat she'll ask what else people do on picnics

you mention cloud gazing and she beams, saying she wants to do it!

you both lay down and she points out all sorts of shapes and animals, making plans to sculpt little clouds

after that she want to go through with her idea so you both pack up.

she makes sure to thank you and promises to give you one or two of her cloud sculptures.

thats it. I hope you liked this, it was fun to write!

-Button🌺

reblogs are appreciated ❤️

#idv sculptor #identity v sculptor #identity v galatea #idv galatea #identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv sculptor x reader #identity v sculptor x reader

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oletus-love · 3 years

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Introduction + Rules

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

What I will write:

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

• Angst (just nothing too excessive, please)

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

• Anything else besides NSFW

• Headcanons

• One shots

• Character x Reader

What I will not write:

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

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

• Anything more than platonic for Robbie or Murro

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

• Mental illnesses I don't know enough about

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

Who I WILL write for:

Survivors:

• Emily Dyer/Doctor

• Emma Woods/Gardener

• Servais Le Roy/Magician (underrated boyo)

• Kurt Frank/Explorer (another underrated boyo)

• Naib Subedar/Mercenary

• Martha Behamfil/Coordinator

• Fiona Gilman/Priestess

• Tracy Reznik/Mechanic

• William Ellis/Forward

• Helena Adams/The Mind’s Eye

• Vera Nair/Perfumer

• Kevin Alonso/Cowboy

• Margaretha Zell/Female Dancer

• Eli Clark/Seer

• Aesop Carl/Embalmer

• Norton Campbell/Prospector

• Patricia Dorval/Enchantress

• Murro/Wildling

• Mike Morton/Acrobat

• Jose Baden/First Officer

• Demi Bourbon/Barmaid

• Victor Grantz/Postman

• Andrew Kreiss/Grave Keeper

• Luca Balsa/Prisoner

• Edgar Valden/Painter

• Lucky Guy

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

Hunters:

• Leo Beck/Hell Ember

• Joseph Desaulniers/Photographer

• Robbie White/Axe Boy

• Antonio Paganini/Violinist

• Galatea Claude/Sculptor

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

Survivors:

• Freddy Riley/Lawyer

• Kreacher Pierson/Thief

• Melly Plinius/Entomologist

• Ganji Gupta/Batter

Hunters:

• Joker/Smiley Face

• Bane Perez/Gamekeeper

• Jack/The Ripper

• Violetta/Soul Weaver

• Michiko/Geisha

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

• Burke Lapadura/Architect/Mad Eyes

• Hastur/The Feaster

• Yidhra/Dream Witch & Yidhra’s Followers

• Luchino Diruse/Evil Reptilian

• Mary/Bloody Queen

• Bonbon/Guard 26

• Ann/Disciple

• Percy/Undead

• Will Brothers/The Breaking Wheel

#identity v #idv #idv x reader #identity v x reader #writing blog #idv writing blog #fictional other #rules #introduction #about me #important

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taotaoirl · 2 years

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galatea x gn!reader general headcanons

yes i have fallen down the idv rabbit hole there goes my grades (ノωヽ) i havent seen many galatea headcanons yet (why are all of them norton and joseph hcs wtf) so ill do it myself bc head empty only galatea my beloved <33333333333 who doesnt love themselves a disabled woman with dwarfism and 47 mental illnesses am i right!

content warnings: none includes: fluff, romantic headcanons for galatea~! reader uses they/them pronouns, galatea uses she/her pronouns

"she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i've ever seen"

galatea can be really shy and reclusive sometimes bc she has a fi-si loop (a fi-si loop is where an infp relies solely on their introverted functions and become hypercritical of their past mistakes and is stuck in this nostalgic timeloop kind of situation but i digress)

since she had been in an asylum for so long, she's very used to her own company so it took her a while to put her guard down again

but once she does, she's a completely different person!

her love languages are quality time and gift giving! she just loves your company and enjoy moments in silence too

galatea gives huge cat energy ngl i can imagine her being very selective but is able to be herself with the people she's familiar with (she's actually rlly nice!!!!) (until she gets jealous but i'll elaborate on that some other day)

she also gives little spoon energy and i think she likes being cuddled bc it makes her feel safe, add a few pecks on the top of her head and she will cling on to you forever

she isn't too big on pda bc she's more inclined to having more alone time with you but she will squeeze your hand whenever she passes by you <3

but she's also very very easily flustered, give her a kiss in the middle of the match, she's beet red

if you are a pda kind of person, she'll still agree to it, although she'd probably be embarrassed quite often

she isn't the best with words but she's trying her best! she prefers expressing her feelings through actions/art/handwritten letters bc she's just not very verbal

she likes to play with your hair and if it's long she'll french-braid them bc she can't do french braids on her own hair (she finds it difficult ☆⌒(> _ <)

she will definitely make a LOT of statues of you, there's probably enough of those to fill up the entire manor with

she won't keep all of them tho bc she thinks she's not doing you justice if your statue is even slightly lopsided or imperfect

galatea often catches herself staring at you, it's a little creepy but she just likes to people-watch and improve her statues even more bc you're her favorite model

galatea adores art and history museums so definitely bring her to one if you have the time to!

but in the manor, i think galatea would bring you to watch the sunrise in the garden and once the sun has risen she'll show you her favorite flowers emma has planted

she's also quite interested in sketching and if her s/o likes it too, expect to go on some quiet dates where both of you just sketch outdoors

i hc galatea to have a sweet tooth so expect a lot of chocolate and various kinds of desserts to randomly show up in your room with no note, nothing, just dessert (she probably decided to save her desserts for you aw)

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tldr; galatea is kind of reclusive but once she opens up to you she's sooooo cute dhfsd she just wants the best for you and isn't afraid to share her interests with you!

sorry for how long this is! i kind of got carried away bc i have a LOT of thoughts about galatea DFHDUF, i just think about her a lot (yes hello this is your poster galatea defender) nevertheless, i hope you enjoyed!!!! this was really fun to make and definitely a switch-up from my genshin sexuality headcanons (￣▽￣*)ゞ i will most certainly do a lot more identity v headcanons in the future because i just can't seem to stop thinking about this stupid mobile game lol

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