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t0bey · 4 months

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the 2023 essence S tiers everybody (and. star seeker)

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janitorbot · 2 years

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Goddess and lesbian

#identity v #idv #identity 5 #id5 #idv yidhra #idv dream witch #idv priestess #fiona gilman #fancomic #yidfio

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kanoshmano · 1 year

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#idv #identity v #idv fanart #idv composer #frederick kreiburg #idv yidhra #idv dream witch #my art

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lemon-pilled · 1 year

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yeah

#identity v #idv #idv night watch #idv night watcher #idv ithaqua #idv feaster #idv hastur #idv dream witch #idv yidhra #artsies #how do we feel about this one idv tumblr

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otakusparkle · 9 days

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3 days left to your birthday! Let’s celebrate together~

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yellow-artz · 4 months

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I don’t think she has this

#identity v #idv #luchino diruse #idv luchino #idv Luchino Diruse #idv professor #Yidhra #dream witch #idv Yidhra #idv dream witch #doodles #sketches #fanart #who let her be a fire fighter / medic

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rosemaze-reveries · 1 month

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― spider's web

dream witch (envoy) x you a blindfold & a yearning for the secrets behind it

⚠️ hypnosis

Something compels you to stumble to her across the grand hall.

Something pushes your legs to move on their own, weightless and desperate. The walls squeeze around you until she becomes the only light in your path, your only way forward. She is calling you, that’s all you know, and you fight your way to answer her.

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“Careful, my friend. You might see something you won’t be able to walk away from.”

The Envoy catches your hand before it can lift the strip of lace which sits over her eyes. You don’t notice the position you’re in until that resonant voice of hers snaps you back to focus, dispelling the haze that had been coiling around your mind.

Her face is just a breath away, rouge lips pulled into a pleasant smile. She’s resting against a propped elbow with her calves crossed and angled with poise. The ribbons sprouting from the back of her dress are draped over the edge of her chaise lounge, glittering like a serpent’s tail, though by now you’ve crumpled it with your knees. If the Envoy is bothered by the suffocating breach of her space — and of her dress — she masks it well.

She sees the light return to your eyes and drops her gloved fingers from your wrist. “There you are. That didn’t take too long now, did it?”

It’s then that your clarity settles in and curiosity takes its place. At some point, you’d crawled up onto this sofa with her, hiked over her hips with arms outstretched as if mesmerized by an idol. Between knitted brows and a couple of puzzled blinks, you finally pry yourself away, letting a more tactful distance bridge the gap between you.

“I’m sorry,” you tell her, mostly out of politeness. The Envoy is not a stranger to you, but neither is she someone you’d consider a friend, as she’s so fond of calling you. You’ve always held a degree of wariness around her. Yet sometimes you find yourself drawn to her. Like a force that both anchors and unravels you — in some encounters with her you see a beacon home, in others a herald of your coming end.

She laughs at your apology, in a way that’s pleasant and controlled, free of judgment but amused all the same. “Did you find what you were looking for, or did I stop you too soon?”

“I don’t know what I was doing,” you admit. “I didn’t think I’d still be here in the first place.”

“Looking for a way out, then?” she offers, lips curling upwards. Again, your eyes flick up to her blindfold. Behind that sheer fabric you swear you could see those emerald eyes glow. She brings her shoulders forward, her curiosity clearly piqued. “Or a deeper way in?”

A part of you begins to suspect she may have played a hand in your earlier lapse. Whenever you verge on losing yourself in her eyes, your inner voice warns you against fully letting go. Quickly, you tear your gaze away. “You wouldn’t have let me find the way out anyway.”

“This is your dream, my friend. The choice to wake up has always been yours.” Ever present smile stained on her face, the Envoy leans further into you, lithe fingers trailing your chest. “But there is something you still want from me.” You feel a sharp nail press into the skin above your heart. “It’s that hunger that traps you here — such is the story for everyone who sets foot in here. What is it?”

Your answer sits on the tip of your tongue, but you swallow them back. The truth, you think. You’ve watched others like you wander into this dream, lose themselves in her maze, doomed never to attain what they came to find. This is a place where none escape and none remain, as you’ve heard her say many times before. There is no doubt in your mind that she would only lead you down a path to ruin, but learning your truths might make the risk worth it.

At your hesitation, she takes hold of your wrist once more, guiding your hand back to her temple. Your fingers hover above the blindfold, one pluck away from everything you wish to know.

“I can let you in,” she urges. “But you must be certain you won’t regret locking the door behind you.”

“What will happen to me?” you say, breathless. You already know what your answer will be. The resistance you clung to so hard before cracks like ice beneath your feet, and with it you feel a heavy weight lift from your mind.

“You will pledge yourself to me. Follow me across the lightless border. Is that what you wish for?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, high on the feeling of truths at your fingertips. At once all of your inhibitions fall apart, shattered by the overwhelming desire to peek into her eyes. You slip your hands behind the back of her neck, lowering her onto you as your hair sprawls on the cushion beneath you. And finally, you pry away that strip of lace.

#identity v #idv imagines #idv x reader #yidhra x reader #idv dream witch #dream witch x reader #identity v x reader

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olgapoppyfield · 7 months

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#idv #identity v #idv fanart #tracy reznik #idv antiquarian #idv dream witch #Idv psychologist #idv journalist #idv geisha #alice deross #ada mesmer

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skit-ladd · 8 months

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I like to think when he shoots venom into his body he gets a small glimpse into terrible, cosmic knowledge, before his eyes are cruelly covered by the creator. It forces him to try again.

#tw trypanophobia #digital art #digital painting #identity v #idv #idv luchino #idv professor #idv yidhra #idv dream witch

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linelium · 5 months

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Love this skin so much