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heartshapedbubble · 14 days

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HI HI HI ‼️‼️

I'm so happy the requests are open again (I was waiting for this 😭😭)

I hope exam season went well!!

Anyways,I'm back (if you still remember me smh) with a platonic request!!

Can I just have platonic Jack,Charles Holt (i think you write for him),Percy,and Burke any person of your choice (you can remove or replace some if it's too much/you dony write for them) with a child reader that's really paranoid,is scared of everyone and everything,and has just a deep backstory,for example with bad parents,and like a big brother who is a psychopath or smth (idk I made that up on the spot,you can change it if you'd like!!) kinda warming up to them,following them around like a lost puppy and just crying when they aren't there?

I hope it's not too complicated and made sense,and that you have a fantastic day!!

AHH HELLO FINALLY RESPONDING TO THIS REQ!!! sadly i'm stuck in an endless loop of exam seasons but so far i have all As!! B) partially the reason i've been inactive here, i'm working quite hard on my education this year!

of course i remember and i shall deliver - have a great day! <3

jack, charles holt, percy and burke lapadura with an upset!child reader hcs🎩✈️🧟‍♂️🔨

jack the ripper🎩

he warms up to you quite quickly. in his opinion, you can hide away behind him as much as you want and he'll gladly hold your hand whenever you want him to - just be careful not to cut yourself on his blades

i don't think jack is much of a listener. he just sees you curled up and sad and can't help but pity you, so little and innocent. who could have possibly wanted to harm such a precious little thing like you?

a bit tone-deaf in situations like these, i think he'd even baby you here and there. he's so determined to take good care of you he goes a bit overboard sometimes

as i mentioned before, he's more action-oriented in cases like these. despite the gravity of the situation his manner of speech remains light and even gleeful. in his eyes, now that you're with him there's no reason to worry anymore. he doesn't want to make you even sadder than before!

the type of caretaker to carry you around at all times and pick you up whenever he notices you're upset. in doubt? carry the lil kid on your shoulders

charles holt✈️

this man definetly has some fearful-avoidant attachment thing going on with him. at first he's awfully uncomfortable, seeking every possible moment to avoid you. he's not a bad guy - he just doesn't know how to react in situations like these and copes by escaping them as soon as he gets the opportunity.

on top of that, he has never been good with kids.

he pities you, though :( i think he'd see some part of his younger self in you and that would really rub salt into his wound

he talks to you in the same way that he talks to adults, except the occasional "little guy/little fella" and bends over/crouches whenever he talks so you two are at the same level

also the type to pick you up when he notices you're crying :( in general he's much more responsive once you two get closer, often patting your head and back in an attempt to comfort you

grab his hand *once* and he just follows along with you. no questions asked

he didn't get much attention as a kid so he's kind of projecting in the form of giving you all the affection he didn't receive, albeit shyly

percy🧟‍♂️

percy often uses his muteness to his advantage, playing deaf just so he can avoid the other residents and quicky return to his solitude. he knows it's bad but he literally experimented on cadavers, he's not below that.

yet he can't pretend forever.

something that percy copes the worst with (after his resurrection) is guilt. seeing you so upset, seeking any sort of comfort from the manor residents makes something inside of him break. probably not his heart, rather something more human that he can't exactly pinpoint.

not big on physical affection, instead guiding you with an occasional tap on the back or simply pointing towards something. he also communicates with you with his gaze - it has been, for the most part, drained of humanity, but the way he furrows his brows and blinks slowly makes you think he's trying to push the few remaining bits of empathy through his eyes, in hopes you'll understand what he wants to say to you.

likes going on walks with you after dinner. mostly through the corridors of the manor, straight to the garden where you two sit to catch a breather and appreciate the blooming plants

burke lapadura🔨

probably the most responsible (in a way) out of the four here tbh

the most communicative out of them too - when he's not preoccupied with his machines, he's a solid listener and provides his own insight and advice. often it's a bit too much for you since you're quite young, but he's trying his best ok :(

believes good food can soothe anything! he's not the type to cook hearty meals (do NOT let this man into the kitchen) but he always keeps some cookies in his workshop in case you visit

awkward with any sort of physical touch so he compensates with quality time. if the weather is nice enough he may propose a short fishing trip or flying kites in the backyard

the way he sees it, distracting yourself from your past trauma is the best way to cope with it. never mentions your upbringing unless you want to talk about it - he wants to create as much happy memories with you, even if it means spoiling you with new machines and toys

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heartshapedbubble · 4 months

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for a commission, would you be willing to write an idv character x idv oc if you were given information about the oc (ex. through a google doc) ? 🩷

definetly! dm me for further info :]

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #idv imagines #identity v headcanons #idv fanfic #idv scenarios #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v x you

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heartshapedbubble · 4 months

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hi! could i get more details about commissioning you for the emma skin? would you be doing regular hcs for it, or are you open to write a fic or something?

of course!

since it's a commission, especially considering skins are more expensive than characters etc etc i'd be up for a fic, although only an one shot (this doesn't limit its length!). i'd also include a list of headcanons for up to 4 characters you want (around 30-40 for each chara for an A tier skin definetly, depending on how broad the prompt is).

since you're commissioning, you're automatically put on the top of my priority list and your request will be posted before any other in my inbox. payment/gift first - sorry, but it's very risky for me, and i hope it's understandable. you can contact me any time during the commission to ask questions, and i'll reply in a day max!

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #idv imagines #identity v headcanons #idv fanfic #idv scenarios #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v x you

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heartshapedbubble · 4 months

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Ello can I request a Norton Fools good x fem reader where she came across the blown up mines and sees Norton (in his hunter form) she’s scared at first but starts to recognise him and slowly starts to approach him reaching her hand up to cub his cheeks ( bro this man needs all the love! )

HOO BOY i agree tho... his release made me regain my interest in norton🫡🫡

[not to be a scum but i'm still open for sanrio emma comms btw😭😭]

fool's gold: imagine...⛏️

cut for length!

paying the bills has become a hellish cycle. break your back to pay off the expenses, relax for the following twenty-ish days, and be sent into frenzy again, not knowing if you're going to have a roof over your head tomorrow or not.

you found yourself hopelessly skimming through newspaper, looking for any job offer possible that would easen up the burden on your wallet. The paper was plastered with offers from bars, post offices and restaurants, but those were a always gamble. will you get your wage or not? and if you will, when? too much effort for something so high-risk.

at last, a small offer in the corner of the page caught your attention. pressed in miniscule letters, it said: MINE RESEARCH. EMPLOYEES URGENTLY NEEDED. EQUIPMENT PROVIDED. underneath the text, an attractive number: $15,000 payed off immediately after the job is done.

not only could this solve the rent for the following 3 months, you'd also have some money left for yourself! you rang the number the second you got home and successfully scored the job, due to the urgency of the situation.

it took you a day or two to start thinking about the job. what do you exactly need to know for mine research? probably at least some physical strength and stamina, you thought. surely it can't be too complex.

you arrived at the mine right on time, the sun slowly slipping back into the horizon to let the moon take center stage. to your dismay, you realized no one else applied for the job. maybe this wasn't a good idea after all? crawling through the narrow, rocky terrain all alone doesn't sound like the ideal scenario. no living being in sight, and 20 minutes have already went by.

still, that money is way too good to pass up. you picked up one of the yellow helmets piled up at the entrance, prayed to whatever god out there that your flashlight has enough power to last the following 2 hours and mindlessly rushed into the collapsing mine.

for the following 10 minutes, your sight unfocused while your mind took the lead, in front of and all around you just rocks and grime, shadows dispelled by the flashlight held by your hip like a lance. only after a good 5 minutes of running did you realize that you, in fact, have no idea what you're supposed to do. what qualifies as mine research? mining, inspecting the ores, measuring the surface?

all sweaty and breathless, the tunnel led you to a large room inside of the mine, the roof extending towards what seemed like a pitch black abyss. carts messily thrown around, bumpy and unpolished geodes laying all over the place, when was the last time a living being stepped foot into this mine? it made sense that such a large sum of money was needed to attract volunteers.

you carefully moved through the rubble, trying to avoid stepping onto pickaxes and shrapnel splayed all over the ground. since you forgot about the gloves your bare hand now held onto the unpromising terrain, the other firmly squeezing the only source of light in this limbo.

the surface grazing your hand now seems like it became... smoother? no longer does it cut and pierce your palms. it's bumpy, but at least you're not risking an infection anymore.

moving inch by inch in fear of falling, the stone below changes its form. you don't even pay attention to the fact that you're now grabbing onto cloth and that, below your palm, a steady pulse is faintly beating.

it's already too late when you realize that you're not alone, and the stone below you starts to take shape and morph until it extends towards the ceiling, now towering over you, slouched like a ragdoll.

complementing the cold shades of grey, a face emerges from the shadows. pale, with defined cheekbones, although malnourished. only his bust passes as human, as below his collarbones there's nothing but a mosaic of pebbles and boulders forming his torso, arms and legs. it - or he, perhaps - is breathing with struggle, coughs interrupting his wheezes here and there.

you feel a sense of dread overcoming you. you freeze on the spot, but he doesn't budge, either. lifeless except for the fact he's breathing and his heart ticks like a machine.

you draw back a step, and he lunges forward, seemingly still not used to this monstrous body of his. he could harm me with ease if he wanted to, a thought suddenly manifests in your mind, and with newfound bravery you inspect the cryptid like a sculpture. your hand grazes over his bumpy and unfinished hands, tugs at the remains of his clothes around his chest. he groans, in annoyance, you assume, but doesn't resist. you climb up a cart to reach his face, your fingers pinch his stubborn hairstrands, inspect the cavity in which his other eye once laid. in a moment of either stupidity or courage you roughly pinch his cheeks - they're cold to the touch, but it's funny how naturally does his intimidating face mush like a little boy's. kind of cute. after a minute of cooing to yourself two of his rocky fingers gently pinch your wrists and put them back to your sides, but his one foggy eye doesn't divert its gaze from yours.

perhaps the flashlight can last an hour more.. you've just began getting to know him, and the mystery of the mine and his origin still lay cold for you to discover.

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heartshapedbubble · 4 months

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omg i was answering this req and when i saved it to my drafts I COULDN'T EDIT IT??? so i deleted it in hopes to remake it BUT THE ASK WAS GONE fuck you tumblr :(( im so sorry anon you know who you are

aesop carl, qi shiyi and frederick kreiburg w/ a singer s/o hcs⚰️🪈🎼

aesop carl⚰️

...you'd have to do most of the initiation with him. aesop carl is not impolite, not at all, but the crippling anxiety overcoming him makes it hard to go beyond a "hello" or any other introduction. he has a lot of nice things to say to you, romantic even, but during the first couple of months you'll have to basically yank them out of him

aesop is horrible with words, and would rather just hide away and hope you notice how he feels about you. in his eyes, the simple things he does with you - small talk, exchanges of handkerchiefs and drinks by the table, midnight walks when everyone's asleep - are acts of confessing his love. to him, trust equals love, and love equals assistance and communication.

something that he's even more afraid, though, is singing. talking can be quiet, unnoticeable, blending in with everyday noises, but singing is always noticeable. the change of pitch can be caught even by an untrained ear, and the ensuing confrontation, to him, is terrifying.

you fascinate him, a lot. unlike him, you're not afraid to set your voice free, letting it echo through the room and spin around you like a ribbon. kind of like an aura, it attracts passerbys and always leaves them standing in awe, even if it's just for a minute. that kind of confidence is impressive, and he himself finds it rather enchanting.

as you train your voice on the podium, enjoying yourself and twirling around in your flowy robes as if there's nobody around, the last thing that's on your mind right now is a potential secret admirer somewhere nearby. the secret admirer being aesop, of course. he's crouching in one of the loges, partly sick to the stomach because someone might walk in on - or even worse, you may notice - him, partly enjoying your outstanding performance.

qi shiyi🪈

she thinks you two make for a pretty nice duet ;)

you two clash at moments, as she enjoys and is used to the more "formal" arts such as opera and your field of interest is musicals, but overall she's enarmored by your talent and your charisma. jazz, rock, ballad or aria, a strong voice does not go unnoticed.

once she softens up to you, you'll notice just how much she enjoys your voice. as you comb her hair, she asks you to sing something for her. when you two are fast asleep, her head is on your chest, listening to your soft hums as she's lulled to sleep. calls you her songbird as she wraps her arm around your waist and spins you around in your brand new costume.

here and there she'll dust off her old flute and play a nostalgic melody or two. it's even better when enrichened with your singing, and it motivates her to jump back on her feet and do a little three-step as she plays

frederick kreiburg🎼

he's not a wunderkind, but being surrounded by music from a young age he has quite the trained ear. he can quickly differentiate between a powerful mezzosoprano and a rich, dark alto. a lot of insinuations and jokes have been made behind your back about how you two are perfect for each other, but he just rolls his eyes, not bothering with empty gossip.

thanks to the unisolated manor walls, at one point he'll hear some vocal exercises coming from your room

am i losing my mind again? he thinks to himself, looking around in wonder. he stays in the hallway for a little longer, trying to find the source of this haunting voice - and it will take time, oh, indeed, but eventually he'll knock on your door and unintentionally kick off your relationship

as expected, he enjoys playing alongside you. motivating him to crack his knuckles and sit in front of the piano again is hard, but the both of you know your irresistible smile will not leave him any other choice....

mostly picks out german lieder from his collection of sheet music, but of course, adapts to your wishes - something more energetic works great as a warm up

he's the happiest when he performs alongside you on the podium. nothing makes his face light up like when he watches you sing from behind the piano, gesturing towards the audience and slowly dancing to the composition unraveled by his fingers, basking under the golden spotlight.

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heartshapedbubble · 5 months

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In the poly post you said that ithaqua is as close as it get to a yandere may I ask why you think that ? Or any headcanons related to that if that's okay with you (sorry if the English is bad )

As luck would have it, Ithaqua is one of the few Hunters I think I have a decent grasp on rn so I was also able to crank this out quickly! (To my other request-ees: I'm working on HC requests for several other characters rn! I should have them ready to spam-post sometime this weekend <3)

So here's some general and sfw relationship hcs for Ithaqua ;)

-A first small note, his exact age is not listed, but he’s described as a “young adult,” so I imagine him to be somewhere between 18-22.

-Ithaqua is a man who has entirely rejected society. He wants nothing more to do with it, with anyone, and any instance of breaching his territory is met with wind-swift punishment.

-It all fits when you consider the major events of his life. He was abandoned in a snowstorm, left for dead, because he was thought to be a devil. He was saved and raised by a “witch,” a kind woman who stood outside of society’s norms and was feared and hated for it. Their solitary home was trespassed on in the night, defiled, and his mother was kidnapped, tortured, and broken by a man with his exact face. Every small bit of comfort he ever had was destroyed by a mirror image of himself that was raised in “civilized” society. If that doesn’t cement the idea that people from that world can’t be given a chance, I don’t know what would.

-And I think on some level he questions the reality of it all. Did he do it? Did he destroy his own life? Was his so-called brother actually a copy of himself? Was Nathaniel supposed to be the better or the worse version? Was he himself evil before…or is he evil now? None of it matters in the long run, though. His only remaining goal in life is to defend his home and his mother’s resting place from interlopers. But he does get this distant, sour expression sometimes when he contemplates these things.

-I think he’s close to an as-is yandere because, if we assume he’s still capable of bonding with someone on a genuine level, that person would be a one true exception to his otherwise all-consuming distrust and hatred for society. He could not be “led to water”, so to speak, even by a partner who exemplified everything good left in the world. He’s just not capable of making that leap anymore.

-So again, he’s territorial, and that would 1000% extend to a partner. He’s not a master and you’re not his pet, but god would he try to keep you in his clutches. Use every sweet word and convincing anecdote in his arsenal to convince you to stay in the forest. The thing that keeps him from being all-out controlling is that his mother let him make his decisions for himself. She taught him how to survive in the wilderness, and she taught him about the rest of society, and she let him decide for himself if he ever wanted to get involved in it. He didn’t of course, because how could a place that shunned his mother be good for him? You deserve to make those choices too, even if he disagrees with what you pick.

-He will, however, watch you like a hawk. To not sugarcoat it, he’ll stalk you. Ithaqua wants to be prepared for the moment everything goes wrong. The moment he knows for certain will come, when you see he’s right about other people. When that happens, he’ll swoop in to save you. He refuses to be late again, like he was for his mother.

-He doesn’t leave the forest unattended often, but when you spend longer stints at your home in a village, you’ll notice the weather gradually becoming worse and worse. It seems to snow every day, and the wind is so harsh that walking outside is deafening and blinding. When you return to visit Ithaqua, the village mysteriously returns to its normal weather patterns.

-Ithaqua hates when other people interact with you. No one is no one is safe enough, trustworthy enough for him to not worry for your safety. They don’t deserve to even stand near you. But he won’t do anything until they do…or you say he can.

-Anyone he takes as a partner would have to remind him of his mother, at least a little. She’s the only example he has of a “good person” so he’s not likely to give people with divergent personality types much of a chance. He’s also more likely to trust a woman over a man, by a small margin.

-He won’t stand for being doted on or babied by anyone other than his mother or partner. he won't fall for other people's faux-gentleness! Don’t you know who he is? What he is? Call him cute or pitiful again and your blood will stain the snow red.

-His lips are always chapped to hell and back, sorry. Sharp kisses only for you.

#these are so good #so in character too #i might not be an ithaqua simp #but this was such a delightful read #amazing job op #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv night watch

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heartshapedbubble · 5 months

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we NEED fool's gold hc's

If you can, please pair him with a believer s/o who carries around a rosary and keeps kissing it every two minutes <33

AGREE!!

although this is a very specific rq which i didn't really know how to apply properly so there's not a lot of hcs🫣

(also would anyone be interested in commissioning me for an a tier skin?? i doubt sanrio will be frags, and i can't buy echoes since i'm not allowed to😭)

fool's gold with a believer s/o hcs⛏️

fool's gold is not a man of words - his speech mostly consists of slurred sentences and strained keywords, often repeated in his nasal, coarse voice

he notices your repetitive mannerisms, but he stays silent, keeping his thoughts to himself

just like normal norton, he can get very defensive and hostile, and this habit of yours might provoke a fit of anger (that he'll tend to when he's alone). he might find it insulting, as if you're trying to make him repent of the form he didn't choose to take

very, very self destructive and destructive in general. he will feel victimized by your harmless action, being tethered between egoism and self deprecation

he'll eventually cool down after having a fit and not let himself harm you, hell, he'd rather die than cause - and deal with - the painful aftermath. he can't let himself lose you over his own twisted ideas

at the end, leaves you and your faith at peace. he will never be a man of religion, nor will he object to yours. the most you'll get are a few of his glimpses and maybe the beads under his huge grasp, as he tries to inspect the delicate pearls with great difficulty

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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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pinned post! 💌

rules/intro

tumblr won't let me link more than 100 posts on my masterlist. oh well.

open for masterlist! ✂️

MASTERLIST PT.1 [summer 2022 - autumn 2023]

MASTERLIST PT.2 [autumn 2023 - ? ]

enjoy your stay! 🫧

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv imagines #idv fanfic #idv scenarios #idv x reader #identity v x reader #identity v x you

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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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masterlist pt.2

[autumn 2023 - ?]

rules/intro

cut for length!🫧

survivors:

aesop carl⚰️

with a singer s/o

eli clark🦉

with s/o who lives inside of a mirror

charles holt✈️

with an upset!child reader

frederick kreiburg🎼

with a singer s/o

qi shiyi🪈

with a singer s/o

hunters:

norton campbell/fool's gold⛏️

with a believer s/o

imagine/scenario

jack/the ripper🎩

with an upset!child reader

burke lapadura/mad eyes🔨

with an upset!child reader

percy/undead🧟‍♂️

with an upset!child reader

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv imagines #idv fanfic #idv scenarios #idv x reader #identity v x reader #identity v x you #identity v scenarios

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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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May I ask for eli Clark with a s/O who's literally lived inside of a mirror and can't get out whatsoever? Like s/O can be at anything that is reflective if you know what I mean?

absolutely! here you go💞💞

(this ask reminded me of illuso like immediately lolol jojo brainrot will end me)

eli clark with an s/o who lives inside of a mirror hcs🦉

eli...doesn't really remember the last time he saw his reflection with his own two eyes.

he always seems to forget how his own face looks like, too.

having brooke rose play the role of his eyes after going blind, he doesn't bother taking off his blindfold most of the time

when brooke's not around, he uses touch to get by - tapping the walls around him, sensing the texture of them with his thumb to locate himself

eli knows walls can't talk, of course. but one day, they did - a smooth glossy wall, from behind it was more than a mere knock coming through

with no owl to aid him, eli stands baffled in front of - what he doesn't know is - a mirror, staring blankly at the direction of the whispers he hears, not knowing that he's facing you directly

he's not a stranger to visions and prophecies, but this time it sounds too loud and clear to be a hallucination, beyond his mind's eye

eventually, he finds the courage to talk back, to ask and answer. the voice is human, light, melodic, but when he tries to reach out for their face, all he feels underneath his palms is the cold, smooth surface of the mirror

now with brooke on his shoulder, he regularly passes by the spot he first heard your voice, secretly anticipating another call from beyond his reflection, wanting to see your face

he tries to catch a glimpse - frequently he'll watch the mirror from behind a corner, waiting for your fleeting image to appear for a mere second

to his shock, the next time he heard your voice it came from the grandfather clock at the main entrance of the manor

hidden between the roman numerals, your visage appears, just for a moment. it's transparent, disappearing with the rays of the sun and appearing again with the shadows, but it disperses his cautiousness

even when blind, wherever he is in the manor, he can hear your voice

the bathroom mirror, a heart locket, a coin in his satchel, he tends to foolishly press his face against the polish to hear you better, to submerge your voice in his brain

and, as always, he whispers back to you, hands cupped around whatever object he's communicating through

he keeps you close at all times :) maybe as a shard inside his pocket or a silver necklace

when on walks outside he points them at the sky or nature, hoping their beauty will reach you

keeps wary of all sorts of reflective objects you may appear in

and sometimes, just sometimes, when mary swings his mirror shard at him, he hopes he'll catch your pair of eyes watching from her hands, cheering on for him to go on and do his best

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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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Welcome back!!!!! Missed you so much. Hope you're doing well :)

Was wondering if I could request Burke being a grandpa to little girl. Since you aren't taking oneshot or fanfic reqs I was wondering if it could be lile in headcanon form? Idk, anythibg that you're comfortable with :)

Hope you aren't uncomfortable with the ask and if you don't want to do it for whatever reason thats ok!

Have a nice day 💖💖💖💖

HI ANON!! life's alright rn, hope ur doing great too💓💓

of course! here you go and enjoy ^_^

burke lapadura being a grandpa to memory hcs🔨🧸

burke is a very carefree but nontheless a caring grandpa!

beneath the surface burke really loves kids :) he just sucks at displaying affection in general

some hunters would call his behavior irresponsible

...like letting memory stick her finger into his bottle of vodka and taste it

to which he responds with a simple *shoo* motion with his hand

like would you rather have her try a harmless drop of alcohol or learn how to pallet stun you to death at 8 years old smh🙄🙄young people these days

refers to himself as "old man" and "grumpy old"guy", even "fossil" occasionaly

always fixes memory's dolls once they tear!

^proposed installing mechanical limbs and laser eyes but took it back once he saw the concern in her eyes

when he falls asleep grandpa style™ on the sofa while watching TV he often wakes up with a face full of badly applied makeup

(by memory, of course)

and he'd let her bake his face even if he was awake 🫡‼️ he'd go on and call himself a "pretty princess" for her

jumping back to burke's irresponsibility, back in his workshop he has a shit ton of prototypes and weapons eagerly waiting to be tested

..and, honestly, is there a better person to test them other than his beloved granddaughter? there's no child out there that dislikes pushing colorful buttons and detonating bombs! (safety first tho)

his babysitting is 50/50 honestly. either he watches over her every move like an eagle or he peacefully reads as she runs around in circles

rule no1 in the manor: never, and by that i mean NEVER let burke in the kitchen.

it's not even the fact that he sucks at cooking, it's just that he's so used to the speed and precision of his machines that he rages whenever the freezer gets stuck or the oven is not hot enough

^so it's a bit of a hassle when memory wants some warm milk alongside her cookies.

"keep away from the kitchen for some time sweetie, grandpa is trying not to give himself 3rd degree burns while using a microwave!"

sometimes memory ends up spending the entire day in his workshop helping him

and trust me, working with burke is a BLAST (literally and metaphorically)

burke likes fishing in his free time so i believe he and memory would go on fishing trips together :)

definetly has one of those funny snapbacks that say stuff like "fish want me women fear me"

even if they don't catch anything it's the quality time that matters!

reads memory her favourite bed time stories! of course, his narrating isn't as good as orpheus's, but he tries to voice each character differently so that's immediately a plus

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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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HELLO EVERFYNYAN

can i request ganji and aesop with a modern s/o hcs who listens to lofi and/or rnb to help them unwind after a match? just like helps their mind and body slow down after such a high-stress and high-tension situation..

HARROOOO ^_^ of course!!!!!

ganji gupta and aesop carl with an s/o who listens to rnb/lofi hcs🏏⚰️

ganji gupta🏏

ganji is not someone who's ultra picky about music tbh

like, if something is new to him he might be confused or intrigued at first, but he comes to terms with it quite quickly

when it's you who's relaxing after a match, then he always tags along😭 just spawns in your room and plops down on the bed by your side, inching closer to you and fulfilling his duty of The Big Spoon™

he doesn't even notice when you turn on the music tbh??? like he's so accustomed to the already relaxing atmosphere of your room that the noise just blends in

the fact that he's half asleep from the second he lays near you really doesn't help it

you'll have to point it out to him.... he's a bit eepy but he will comment on the music, saying it's quite good

he likes old rnb the most! he really, really likes the gospel/soul roots it has. something leaning towards jazz, like sade, might really suit him

not a music nerd as expected so if you go on and show him some streams/playlist he won't say much other than "mhm/nice/yeah?/that's neat" etc. but he still enjoys the quality time

+ and the fact that you're showing him something you're passionate about :)))))))) he's always willing to learn even if he doesn't have much knowledge on music in the first place

for him, as long as it sounds pleasant to his ears, it's good music

aesop carl⚰️

aesop, on the other hand, is VERY picky

he doesn't listen to music much but when he does, everything has to be perfect. noise cancelling headphones? on. equalizer? adjusted to a T. volume? not too loud, but not too quiet either.

in conclusion he's not a fan of anything loud lol. i do think that, out of music, he would really like classical music (i'd say like...romanticism or classicism? maybe add a few modern composers into the mix) and goth music (bauhaus enjoyer aesop real don't @ me) .... you can't really miss with good old dvořak and goth music, on the other hand, is quite calming to him, he really enjoys the vocals and the lyricism

so he'll come into your room, finally finding enough strength to tag along with you after a match, and actually be pleasantly suprised!

might not fit his style or his usual repertoire, but he has to admit it's quite calming

and it does put him at ease of some kind... i mean, it can't be bad if it's not extremely loud, right?

i think he might like reading with lo-fi in the background cccc:

when he's not using his trusty headphones he prefers analog music... poor aesop will go and ask you if there's any purchaseable lo-fi vinyls out there lol

he'd be very interested in exchanging music recommendations w/ you!!! link him some of your favourite songs and he'll hand you some of his favourite vinyls/lps c:

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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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Hello! I hope you are doing well!

Firstly,I wanted to praise your writing: It's so good omg 😭😭 You're feeding me fr

Secondly,I'd like to request platonic headcanons for Percy,Jack (I think you write for him?),Leo,Bane,Michiko and Nightmare/Orpheus (Feel free to remove any if that's too much for you!) with a child!reader who's like a very hyper jumping spider,able to climb on walls,jump really far and high,and who's just a very energetic child,running around and stuff? (Perhaps even have multiple arms?)

(this is my very first ask on any blog,so I'm sorry if I said or did something wrong with my ask!! 😭)

Have a very nice day,and stay proud!!!

HELLO!!! first of all, thank YOU for your support fr im giggling and kicking my feet rn😖💞

i decided to cut down your picks a liiiiittle bit so it's easier to handle - i've chosen jack, michiko, percy and leo ! otherwise very good character choices, they deserve sm more love than they actually get 🤧 so i picked out those that seemed the least popular to me or for which i haven't really written yet!!

jack, michiko, percy and leo with a hyper child reader hcs🎩🌸🧟‍♂️☄️

jack the ripper🎩

he's not the type to scold you! after all, his duty isn't oriented around kids, so he's way more relaxed and not strict at all

^which gets him a lot of complaints from michiko and the hunters whose duties ARE oriented around kids, as they consider him to be too carefree

you, of course, do not mind

chuckles and hums as he watches you jump from wall to wall, with only an occassional "watch where you're goin' , kid!"

literally the type to watch you set the manor on fire and just shake his head like "kids these days smh"

when (or better, if) you crash after your burst of energy, he's here to put you on his shoulders and carry you

michiko🌸

michi is very caring and motherly, but she, obviously, has her boundaries

always worried you might seriously hurt yourself as you partake in some classic tomfoolery (read: wreaking havoc upon the mere mortals of the manor) so she always keeps a first aid kit around

also keeps snacks and water by her side for when you get hungry/thirsty from all that jumping 😎

as much as she loves kids she CANNOT keep up with you, watching you jump for too long will give her motion sickness😭

just the mere thought of being that energetic makes her sweat

usually when she's taking care of you she just sits amidst the chaos you're causing and knits or something

percy🧟‍♂️

also not one of the hunters who takes care of kids

he spends most of his time in solace, working on his research and writing scripts

...so he's not fond of socialising in general, let alone babysitting

you might as well climb onto him like he's a tree and he wouldn't even flinch😭

as he's nonverbal (for the most part) he can't do much other than look over you and occasionally halt you from going overboard by tapping your hand or holding your shoulder

all that stems from good intentions, though. he doesn't want a child to get hurt and although it's hard for him to process emotions and empathy now, he knows that what he's doing is the right thing

leo beck☄️

has plenty of experience with kids!

even with his wounds and age he always tries his best to match your energy (even if he fails, it's the thought that counts ok ok ☹️☹️☹️☹️)

you wouldn't believe how FAST he is like damn those dad calves are getting put into use🫡 gets exhausted quite quickly but he won't give up just yet!

would 100% let you hang off of his arm !!!!

he would challenge you to races and take the loss like a champ he just wants to see you happy fr :(

some would think he goes too easy on the kids and spoils them but honestly, since he lost lisa, he wants to experience all things fatherhood and never, ever make a child upset ever again - like compensation for being a bad father in the past

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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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reqs are open again!! send em in >:3 the quota is smaller from now on, but it'll help me get through them faster!

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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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welcome to my blog!

about me! 🫧

hello! i'm em, but you can refer to me as heart, however you like! i've been playing idv since 2020 (almost 3 years!), my all-time faves being wu chang, joseph, helena, martha, demi and antonio ^_^

my other interests are lost media (especially internet mysteries!), drawing, jojo, tekken, skullgirls, visual kei (although i don't listen to it as much as before), j-music in general and retro/y2k gaming/tech!

before requesting! 🫧

keep in mind that i'm still in school, which leaves little time for all of my hobbies, especially writing for and playing idv since it's not my no1 interest rn and i've lost motivation for it after time. english is also not my first language so expect mistakes here and there ( ´;ﾟ;∀;ﾟ;)

i value your patience! it's hard forcing words out of myself and finding time to write - being understanding is so, sooo appreciated🫶

DNI: the general criteria!

rules! 🫧

as i am a minor, no nsfw or yandere (including jealous) reqs! otherwise i'll write x readers and ships (no poly dynamics though), all sexualities and readers accepted!

NO fanfictions/oneshots. as much as i love them, they clog up my inbox so much and it's really hard to find the necessary inspiration and time.

please limit yourself to no more than 4 characters at a time! if you don't, then i'll pick out 4 myself.

any reqs that break the rules or that i don't feel comfortable doing will be deleted without warning/posting.

characters i write only platonic for:

little girl

robbie

burke

hastur

percy

polun

characters i don't write for at all:

guard 26

kreacher

wax artist

if you're interested in commissions, dm me! i can only accept in-game commissions for now.

that's all! enjoy your stay (σ≧▽≦)σ

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heartshapedbubble · 6 months

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and now, for a request that took me six months to start writing and two months to finish due to personal stuff. jesus christ i should start including financial compensation alongside my fics.

anyways happy spooky szn everyone!! now that my reqs are finally empty i'll be reworking my page soon and opening them again💞

unspoken words, an orpheus x maid reader fanfic📕

tags/heads up: reader is a maid, gender not specified, one sided enemies to lovers kinda????, suggestive only if you squint really hard and get your eyes reaaaally close to the screen (theres only kissing tbh)

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Being a survivor was never easy. Peer pressure from both your team and people outside it, dealing with all sorts of blows directed right at you - either the physical ones, by the hunter, or the verbal ones from the other survivors.

But being a survivor AND a servant? It made things even worse.

Right after a match, it was only a matter of time when you'd hear groans and whines about how there's no tea and biscuits served in the living room, how there's so much dust on library shelves, how stained the floor in the hall is. And there was no time to catch a break, hell, no time to heal either. You roughly wiped your bloodstained knees, plucked out pieces of wood that dug themselves into your palms, and got back to work. As drops of remaining blood rolled down your leg and you felt your hips crack each time you bent down, you got back to your everyday cleaning service. As you were a maid - the only one that was available at all times, at least, and the only one who was actually living and not just a stitched-up corpse - most if not all of the household manor duties ended up a burden on your back. Strolling between the survivor side and the hunter side, you served warm cups of lemon tea, handed clean towels, even polished shoes. And my god, there was no mercy from either side. Everything was always "not good enough", and most of the time you barely even got a "thank you" handed back. One time, one especially daring hunter dared to spit on you as you scrubbed the tiles beneath him - let's just say that the handle of your broom got to his ankles quite quickly.

The maid life was ugly, but it had its benefits, too. For example, you heard all sorts of juicy gossip dealt from mouth to mouth, from ear to ear, dark secrets from every single person inhabiting the manor. And as most people ignored you unless they needed some unimportant favor from you, in the meantime there was plenty of alone time you could use up until the next bell ring. Curled up in a hidden part of the library, a plate stacked with softened butter cookies by your feet, your free time was spent dozing off on the soft, velvet cushions of the hard sofa by the foggy window, your eyes occasionally skimming through a yellowed book.

"Oh, sorry." Helena mumbled as the tip of her cane accidentally scratched your hand as you scrubbed the floor. "I knew you were somewhere in front of me, but I didn't know where exactly."

"It's all good, Hele." Helena was one of the more polite residents, but it was just part of her nature - shy, polite, respectful. Compared to everyone else, she was just a kid after all.

You achingly checked the grandfather clock looming over you, waiting eagerly until it rang for five o'clock and signaled your break for the day. Yesterday you stumbled over a really good book, with a fascinating plot decked into at least five hundred pages. You barely got to skim over the first few when you heard a whine from the living room, demanding a serving of pastries. It kept you up all day long and you could barely contain yourself from running to your little haven straight away.

At last, your deserved break came, and you almost tripped over the carpet folds as you ran towards the rusty trapdoor separating you from your one-hour paradise. Yet, as you lunged right for the piled-up cushions, you noticed a figure.

Someone.

Sitting on your sofa.

Reading a book.

Not just a random book.

The exact same one you picked up and tucked under the pillows yesterday, so no one can get their grubby little hands on it except you.

And, to top it all off, it was no other than the novelist, Orpheus, who was sifting impatiently through the pages, splayed on your sofa like a frog, his leg bouncing nervously.

Ugh, that Orpheus. He was polite and all, one of the exceptions, good-looking even, but god did something about him rub you the wrong way. He always said hello, said goodbye, said thank you and please, smiled back at you, yet...

"Oh, good afternoon, ___!"

The position he was in right now really wasn't helping.

"Hello, sir Orpheus." The "sir" title you had to use out of respect awfully repulsed you, even more so than "lady". Perhaps it was the undertone of uttermost submission unavoidably coming with it. "May I ask you, what are you doing here?"

"Oh. Well, I was on a.... little expedition, will you", he chuckled, nervously playing with the buttons on the cuff of his shirt, "Y'know, messing with the bookshelves and what not, when I stumbled upon this fine little room. Seems like I'm not the first one to discover it, am I?"

"No, you're not." You forced yourself to smile, and sat right by him, the cushions dipping under your weight and slightly pulling you two closer. "I've claimed it as my own, in fact. I believe you don't mind that, do you?"

"I-I don't mind it at all! No no, how could I? Well, I..." He mumbled nonsense, trying to hide his face as he cleaned his monocle. He seemed especially nervous today, and he wasn't the calmest in general, either. "...may I assume you don't mind me staying a bit longer here, do you?"

You sighed. Well, maybe some company instead isn't a bad thing. Even if it was him. "I'll let it slip this time. Want some cookies?" You pulled out a scratched tin box from under one of the big cushions, and messed with the tightly clasped lid. "They're a bit stale, but they taste just fine."

He pressed his lips into a thin line. Hesitatingly, he picked a crumbling cookie and wrapped it in his handkerchief. "Thank you for welcoming me so nicely despite your... condition, y'know. I can only imagine how hard it can be having the role of a maid and a competitor at the same time." There was pity in his voice, a hint of internalized shame, maybe. Willingly or not, his last sentence created an uncomfortable silence between you two, and it was only a matter of time before one of you broke it.

"...You're welcome", you went in head-first into the conversation, "but I really don't need your pity. I didn't get a lot of it in the first place, and I sure don't need it now. My life is what it is, and neither of us can change it."

He sighed. "I suppose you're right", he said as he got up and stretched, "just saying, though.. accepting empathy or help here and there really isn't that humbling as it seems." He calmly walked through the trapdoor, as if he didn't say anything.

God. You decide to be nice for once and you get back a lesson instead? How fun. Especially when it's from someone who you thought you could confide in. But you're not going to allow his words to get to your skull - there's so much better things to think of compared to that....

"My apologies, dear." Michiko whispered as she quickly tiptoed away, accidentally bumping into you the second before.

"I'd advise you to be more careful where you tread, doll", Joseph suddenly appeared in the hallway, weaving his words with his usual husky yet elegant voice, "I believe you don't want any accidents to occur while working, hm?"

Out of almost all of the (adult) hunters, Joseph was the most talkative. And you were no exception - he regularly spoke to the other survivors, often scaring them by whispering from behind their back or jumping out of the shadows. He wasn't trying to form strong relationships, obviously, but it seemed like he wasn't the type to withold his comments. After some time spent observing you deduced that Joseph might be a little bit too fascinated with you - or at least a little bit too interested in chatting with you.

"No, Joseph, I, in fact, don't.", you groaned as you threw the broom back in your bucket, "Besides, shouldn't you be more worried about your own wellbeing, old man? Should I bring you some balm for your sore limbs?"

He clicked his tongue. "Tch. You know I have good intentions, dear." One blink later and he already merged with the shadows, looking for someone else to talk to.

"Woah. What was all that about?" You heard a voice behind you, a bit shaky and uncertain. It was - you sighed - Orpheus again, in his hands a ceramic tray stacked with porcelain dishes and silverware, a warm scent of mint emitting from the glossy teapot. He wasn't having a good time trying to balance it in his arms.

"Nothing. Just Joseph being Joseph. Mind me taking this for you?" you grabbed the tray in an instant, now much more stable under your grip.

"I...do, actually." He slowly pulled the tray back towards him, a bit hesitantly now as his hands shook beneath it again. "I thought once you finish we could sit down for tea. Y'know, just the two of us. In the little room in the library. I can bug Norton for some of his tres leches if you want. Or maybe Margaretha for pierogi if you're craving something savory instead... Sorry, I wanted it to be a suprise." He looked away, bashfully, as if he regretted doing all of this in the end. You weren't sure what had gotten into you at that moment, but you suddenly felt that if you don't accept his offer now, you might feel really bad later on. Like looking at a sad little puppy's beady eyes.

"Thinking of it now, it doesn't seem like a bad way to pass the afternoon. I'm in."

You puffed at the steam coming from your cup.

"Joseph really gets on your nerves, hm, ____?"

"A bit, yeah. Snooty old man."

"Ah, come on now, he isn't that bad. He's quite pleasant to talk, actually. A little intimidating, very peculiar, but pleasant. Most of the time."

"Wish it was like that when playing against him. I go through hell and back while dressing my wounds because of his damned rapier. How did it even get approved by the owner?

"He's a veteran, so I believe they decided to let it slip back then. Or maybe he just swayed DeRoss off of his feet with his Frenchman charm and the two lasers he has for eyes."

You almost choked on your tea. Orpheus had a suprisingly sharp tongue, unfitting with his unsuspecting face and downturned eyes. He took off his gloves - revealing rough yet nimble fingers - and scooped some pierogi onto his plate.

"Was this a pleasant enough suprise for you?"

"Well, for the first time someone has been nice to me in a while, it's quite delightful, I admit."

"You mean, you wouldn't consider Joseph being polite towards you as "being nice"?"

"Hm?"

"Oh, just wondering, since I overheard bits of your conversation today. He didn't really sound rude, did he?"

"I mean, he wasn't rude or anything, it's just...I don't know how to explain it. Yeah, people are nice to me, actually, quite a lot of them, but they rarely go beyond their words. They don't put them into action."

"I see. I believe it gets annoying with time."

"It does."

"Do you put what you say into action, too?"

"...What are you implying?"

"As in, when you like a person or care for them, do you also try to put into action your love for them?"

"Orpheus, I put everything into action. Every day. That's my job as a maid."

"Yes, I...know that very well, but do you put love in action, too?"

"I don't have time for love. Nor is there anyone to fully love here, I fear. Just tolerate and like, maybe. If they're really nice."

He sat up straight, his thumb trailing his bottom lip back and forth.

"See, I'm no expert, but I do feel that you're denying yourself of something you don't know you need most."

Leaving you puzzled, he got up and left the room.

"Orpheus, have you ever kissed somebody before?"

He suddenly jolted, staring back at you from the other edge of the sofa.

"What kind of question is that?" He tilted his head, pouring milk into his tea. One tea break ensued after another, and now it has become an unspoken rule to bring something to sip (or munch) on to the library hideout as the clock struck for afternoon.

"You know how they portray poets and novelists. Romantic, sensual, passionate. I just assumed you already have some experience with dating."

A faint pink flashed his cheeks. "Well, now, what is it that prompted you to ask me? And now, of all times?"

Sip by sip, sentence by sentence, and you got quite close to Orpheus in these few months. You couldn't help but think about his words here and there - to do something with love, not just because you have to. Or out of love. Whatever. The following day after he brought you tea for the first time, you felt the moral obligation to invite him for lunch. And so the cycle continued, an opportunity to chat appeared along with it, and in Orpheus you now saw a friend. Perhaps. There were bits of joy in the moments when you picked out the perfect flavor for the day or played with coffee cream, attempting to make some designs with it.

No, in fact, there was no real reason behind your question. It seemed fitting enough for the moment, and maybe, just maybe, you wanted to catch him off guard again.

"Felt like it."

He cleared his throat. "Well, if you're so curious about it.... not really. Fangirls were common but... I'm simply not very experienced. Some may see me as charismatic but once things get a little bit more serious I don't know what to do. Was that the answer you expected from me?"

It was a bit ironic. A bit cute, even. How his charisma only reached up to actual love, the real thing. The same thing he remarked you needed the most.

"Funny. The Orpheus, the detective novel author, afraid of love? Out of all things?"

It didn't take long for him to pout his lips, looking away in shame. "To be fair, there's quite a bit to be afraid of in love. There's commitment, passion, building trust, insecurity... It takes a lot to love."

"I see."

"May I ask you the same question?"

"Which one - if I've ever kissed someone? Never. Never had the opportunity. Never felt the need, in fact. It wasn't a necessity to have a partner, only a plus. It's not something to be terribly afraid of. I believe it just happens and, well, you go with the flow."

"Well, maybe you never feared it because you never reached its starting point."

"Oh, Orpheus, you're supposed to be a novelist, not a philosopher."

The library sofa is quite practical. If you pull the compartment at the bottom of it a little too hard, it can be stretched out, turning it into a large comfortable bed, although a bit rough on the skin.

You and Orpheus laid on the sofa-bed, directly facing the large window, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the glass.

"It's really calming here. Lulls you right to sleep." He started, his monocle set aside. Now having a better look at his so-to-speak "monocled" eye, you noticed it's more downturned than the other.

"...Mhm." Already half asleep, you turned your head towards his face, soaked up his profile through lidded eyes.

"____ , is everything okay?"

"Everything is just fine. Juuust fine. I'm just a bit sleepy."

You looked at his hand, laying by his hip between you two, fingers twitching here and there nervously. He never took his gloves off in front of you except for when he was eating.

"You can go take a nap if you want. I'll wake you up once it's time to go."

Your hand mindlessly headed towards his and your fingers pinched at the satin gloves, trying to take them off his hands.

"No, I think i'm good."

He sighed sharply. That wasn't a sigh of annoyance, it was a sigh of pain, like trying to breathe deeply while your heart aches.

"God, no. Please, ____ , don't do this to me."

He was scared, and now you were too, but his hand remained still. Torn between pleasure and horror. His fingers cold and nimble, his hand rough and calloused again. For an unknown reason, you wanted to hold it, from the second your gaze switched to it.

"I'm not doing anything bad, am I?"

Your fingers finally fit between his, palm to palm. It was weird. Like holding a pleasantly cold cup and trailing across sandpaper at the same time. But it felt good. It felt safe, secure, like it could last forever.

"You know what you're doing."

You felt his fingers tighten around your hand, gripping it tightly.

"...Please keep on doing it."

Seven o'clock.

An envelope in your hands. Your name written on it in the prettiest cursive you've seen, like a treat, baiting you to open it.

But you held back.

You waited.

The door creaked behind you. Not turning back, you spoke softly:

"Orpheus."

"____"

Your name uttered between breaths.

The clack of his shoes, his weight switching from leg to leg, his breathing becoming louder. You could now feel it on your neck. The chilling warmth.

"Why didn't you open the letter?"

"You know why."

"You're cruel."

"But you came anyways."

He sighed. "... for love." It sounded heavy coming from his mouth.

"For love." You smiled, the word now as light as a butterfly. The knife tore through paper and you skimmed through the lines of words, a careful gaze watching you as you did so.

"...What do you think?"

"It's wonderful."

"I know what's on your mind."

You turned towards him now. Face to face. Mere inches separating your eyes. Eyes, wandering everywhere else except towards what laid in front of them.

You tried to lay your hands around his neck. You tried, really. But the look in his eyes already denied you before you even started.

His hands quickly reached for your lowering wrists.

"Give me a moment, I beg of you." He whispered, shaking.

His lips indecisevly hovered above your lips, then your neck, your nose, your cheek. You closed your eyes firmly, only opening them once you felt comforting warmth on your jaw. He pulled back, leaving a translucent string of saliva as he parted.

"I know it wasn't as magical as you expected it to be. I'm sorry, ____ ."

"We barely even started, Orpheus."

He tried to object, to bury himself again, but before the words could slip from his mouth, your lips shut him up. And so, in a mere moment, the unspoken words did not matter anymore.

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heartshapedbubble · 8 months

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Hi, i'm so glad to see you here again! I hope you are doing well after your winter break

You may not believe it, but as soon as I thought about you, it turned out that you opened requests again!

Actually, I don't have a specific request, just an idea: Dreamwalker interacting with the reader acting as a "sleeping beauty". Maybe it could be a very very short oneshot with scene where Luchino wakes up the reader with a kiss or few hcs where Luchino sends the sleeping reader good dreams, warding off nightmares or smth like that

I guess my thoughts look very messy, so it's okay if you reject the request. This idea came to me right before going to bed, but it seemed so interesting to me that I couldn't help but share it with you

No matter what you decide, thank you for attention and have a nice day! ♡

oh god i had so much ideas/concepts with this but compiling them into something... comprehensible was quite the challenge. i love dream walker to death one of my favourite a tiers

this went more in the general hc direction but i made sure not to forget the romance🫡🫡🫡

shout out to you nehvas you're one of the people carrying both my account and the luchino fan society ong 🙏 luchino fans are in for a treat with this one i fear i didn't expect to write this much but here we are

dream walker luchino with a sleeping reader/general hcs🦎🌠

cut for length !

one of the first things that came to mind here were the notsnitsa (nochnitsa), evil spirits from slavic mythology that torment the sleeper by sitting on their chest, drawing out their life energy

i'd consider dream walker an anti-hero, maybe not even a hero at all. all he does is roam people's dreams, be they nightmares or heavens, that's why he's armed in the first place!

the exact reason why he roams the dream sphere is unknown to him. at one unspecified point in his (now) immortal life he sensed a calling to slay the horrors concocted by the human consciousness when it's off the leash of sanity, and for him, that's when his actual life started

once he finishes exploring, he bottles up the dream inside a glass container, ridding the person of it and their memories of it for the night, adding them to his already big collection. during his free time, he rewinds the dreams and watches the unique dream world unfold inside the container like an ecosystem, bursting with life that, sadly, isn't real nor logical

the way he enters a dream is quite simple. since he's not active nor visible to mortals in the daylight, the moment the clock strikes for midnight he enters the chosen one's bedroom through the window, crawls to their bed and inches his own face closer and closer to the victim's, merging their minds, perceptions and senses together

he, in fact, never considered the act to be something possibly intimate or even loving, and he hardly paid any attention at what the person he's possessing looks like anyway. for him, the beauty does not lie in the shell of the human body, but rather in the roamings of their stray mind, their deepest and darkest desires unveiling when their owner is already asleep

but maybe, just maybe... there's something more beyond the boundaries that he's familiar with.

however, he can't say that he lacks empathy. maybe just doesn't lack it completely. when he feels them squirming or beads of sweat forming on somebody's forehead under his coarse palms he sighs and something in him just clicks, and without thinking he wipes their sweat and pressed his cheek to theirs instead, gently holding them until the threat subsides enough for him to deal with it

you found yourself directly facing - or not - the dream walker once. or twice. or was it maybe thrice? every single time it felt new, the eyes under the cap shining in a new, unknown way to you and that bioluminescence of his illuminating his face from a different direction during every encounter.

it felt like you were paralyzed, unable to move, unable to dream, completely aware of the layout of your dark room, although you knew your eyelids were tightly shut. in the blink of an eye your window flung open and, barely making a sound, a monster at first sight entered your room, anchoring itself on the footboard of your bed. it was like thousands of fireflies clustered around his body, his eyes shining brightly like two beams, directed right at your sweating face.

despite it's appearance, it did not talk, it did not roar, not even hiss. from its mouth only an occassional deep breath was heard, and motionlessly it sat there - looking at you for what seemed to be tens of minutes. it - or he - had a seemingly puzzled expression on his face, trying to get at something. after rubbing his face a few times and averting his gaze in embarrassment, you figured he wasn't sure why he was doing so, either.

it got off the bed, creeping to the side of your bed, crouching down so he was face-to-face with you. he even tilted his head, maybe out of curiosity, maybe to mimic the position of your head. your heart was beating so hard you swore you could end up breathless, and cold sweat showered you, but at the same time you felt no fear. as if you have already gotten over the shock of this stranger in your room. it stemmed from something else, which for now you couldn't feel, your body reacting to it automatically

by now you could feel his breath on your forehead. his claw went for your soaked cheeks, brushing the sweat off with as much care as possible. before you could even think it through, he grasped your face with his hands, one hand below your chin, the other on the top of your head, and brought it closer to his. his scaly face was cold to the touch, like pressing your face against a frostbitten hand. your mind slowly went foggy afterwards. what you saw before your eyes were spots of gray and white, clustered like clouds. with a guilty look on his face, he moved away after a while - your vision now back to normal - as if he was contemplating if he should stay or not.

for a moment he returned - reaching for your face with his own again, but this time, quickly pressing his closed mouth on the spot where your nose meets the forehead, seemingly trying to give you some sort of a blessing. retracting away as if had committed a crime, a glass bottle in his firmly clenched hand, he backed out of your room - the window perfectly shut as if nothing happened.

he became a frequent guest, leaving with a differently colored bottle every time you saw him, and when you weren't able to see, you sensed his presence around you, that magical aura of his. the scent of rainy forests with a soft hint of blackcurrant, always unleashing a pleasant cold feeling beneath your skin under all those heavy blankets. sometimes his lips rested longer on your temples, and a few times he even unbuttoned the first button of your shirt, letting you cool down faster after what you discovered was a reaction to a nightmare. and when you didn't hear him pacing around your bed, you could sense his gaze hyperfocused on your face from the usual spot he was perched on.

the following mornings were always odd, your limbs numb and mysterious marks scattered across your arms and sides. nevermind the effects on your body, your head never hurt and your mind was clear, not a single nightmare or problem troubling you upon waking up.

you weren't sure why or what exactly was he doing - but you found yourself excitedly waiting for his return, wandering to sleep without any troubles.

the next time i see him, you thought to yourself, i'm going to be the one reaching for his face. and every time it was him going in first, and every time, it seemed like he stayed an hour longer than before, looking out for you in the dead of night. troubled with what he didn't know were potention feelings, puzzled by questions with no answers, he looked back at your serene state, and swore he'll find out as soon as possible. and until then... he might as well make you his.

this last sentence was a bit corny im sorry guys im writing thus half asleep

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