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//just a little something for fun because I called out for work and doodled wedding Vic so yeah enjoy
#mod speaks#mod post#idv postman#idv victor#identity v#victor grantz campbell#wick grantz campbell#wedding victor#wedding wick#had brainworms for wedding stuff#replies i am working on those im sorry i swear ill get on them soon
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hi !!! could i request bday hcs with norton and victor?? anything works!! you could do general hcs if youd like <3
hihi of course !! 💓
norton campbell and victor grantz birthday hcs🧲💌
norton campbell🧲
not the best at throwing parties to be honest. never had one thrown for him, never threw one and was rarely invited to them. he never really celebrated his own birthday either
HOWEVER. since it's you in question he cannot go cheap
he's going to be avoiding you for some time as he's going to be busy digging ores and crystals to sell - organizing a birthday party is not exactly a cheap feat, and he needs to make sure everything goes perfectly, from the icing to the candle wax to the piñata (if you're up for it😎)
lacks a lot of those ""birthday skills""" such as baking a tasty cake and the ability to decorate well so he's going to go all out on your present at the very least
he likes gifting crystals and gems he finds - only the best one he could dig up for you, polished by hand - as he finds them to be a very versatile gift. don't like them? you can sell it! can't store them anywhere? no problem, for he'll simply commission a jeweler to make a custom piece out of it!
despite going all out for you he's quite indifferent about his own birthday, being happy even when it's just you and him and a birthday cake between you two. write him a sweet card and put some dollar bills between the paper to make this man's day
victor grantz💌
oh victor is so tooth-achingly sweet when it comes to birthdays. bless his little heart fr
he loves throwing parties and has an amazing eye for decorations and aesthetic, and he would like to keep planning your party a private thing so it's just him who can hyperfocus on making it perfect
vic's the kind of guy that prefers doing everything by himself, from the gift - for him, the best gift is the one that will have special meaning for the receiver - to the birthday cake which he'll mix, bake and decorate all on his own. the fact that it's him who's picking out the most fitting aroma for the whipped cream, the color scheme and the tea flavor makes him feel so good. is it because of you or is it just because he loves organizing? both? he'll never know!!!!!!!!!!! 🤗🤗🤗
and obviously the best part of it all? THE BIRTHDAY CARD. i don't think i have to explain this one tbh just visualize his face impatiently watching yours light up as you read
vic strikes me as somebody who would force everyone to wear birthday hats including wick. just a thought tbh
as for his birthday he's quite humble about it!! just a small circle of people dear to him (obviously including you don't even DARE to not show up i will personally put you into a coma) and a lot of birthday letters just for him </33334 god bless viccy
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Happy Valentine's Day - Idv x Reader Headcanons
Genre: Fluff/Platonic (Be aware of the friendzone)
Source Image: Identity V owns that picture, it is used at the event.
Summary: You are the store assistant from the owner Emma Woods, tending to the store especially in the middle of the night. But one night you were not expecting something from your client...
Note: I added Emma to this headcanon since she is the owner of the shop. So you can consider that she is an additional route.
Jack the Ripper
Although you know how sinister he is, that won't stop him from greeting you "Happy Valentine's Day."
He gave you the product he purchased but you were not expecting that he also gave you a rose he bought for himself the other day.
He did had a polite chat with you and know that you are the reason why he was in a good mood. As a reward he offered you to go on a hang out with him to a cafe that serves delicious chocolate there.
Norton Campbell
Sure he is sassy, sure he is greedy and a bit of an angsty. You might find yourself catching you off guard when he ask you to go on a date with him for food.
Of course, he will be asking you to pay him money since he liked to be a rich person.
However there are times where he does want to get closer to you. You may not see it but he was making sure that you are safe and not harmed, just be aware that you might want to pay him in return...
Emil
Unfortunately, he has a lover and he doesn't want to cheat on his lover Ada once you found out about his relationship. However Emil gave you a friendly card so the thought counts.
There might be a day that you would talk to Ada and Emil but something tells you to give them their space.
Tip of the day: Don't steal their lover.
Annie Lester
A shy timid girl she is, but was honestly flattered when you wanted to have a nice time with her over a cup of hot chocolate.
You would often find her staring at you from the distance and yet she just wanted to show you her wares about what she wanted to show. Yet again you two did talk about that with interesting ideas.
At the end of the night she had a good time and gave you a nice hug before exiting the store. She was once shy but she was actually happy to have fun with you.
Victor Grantz
He is shy but his buddy Wick was there to keep you company. It was a nice hang out with him that you might catch him blushing when he is having too much fun.
Plus Victor gave you a letter that indicates his appreciation towards you, it was a very sweet letter that you gave him your gift for free.
Be prepared for a long letter chat from him from time to time.
Aesop Carl
He arrived to your store just to have a conversation with you over a cup of hot tea about deep dark conversations. Knowing him, he knows that you talk too much but it really caught his attention to hear a different opinion.
The hang-out was actually enjoyable for the both of you while watching the snow falling slowly.
But once it was time for him to go home, he gave you his rose from his breast pocket telling you that he was fond of talking about deep conversations with you before leaving.
Emma Woods
Your owner aka boss decided to hang out with you just for a simple hang out. Talking about businesses but also about what type of flowers that she wanted to bring to the store.
She was enjoying herself talking about various new types of flowers that she started talking about having a greenhouse at the side of the store for sight seeing or a mini garden.
Seeing her that happy makes you want to work hard for her, and yet Emma actually appreciates you for the chat and hot chocolates for the night.
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a list of release order of each playable character:
"Orpheus" (detective edition)
Emily Dyer
Freddy Riley
Kreacher Pierson
Emma Woods
"Lucky Guy"
Leo Beck
Jack the Ripper
Joker
Servais Le Roy
Kurt Frank
Naib Subedar
Martha Behamfil
Fiona Gilman
Tracy Reznik
William Webb Ellis
Violetta
Helena Adams
Vera Nair
Bane Perez
Michiko
Kevin Alonso
Margaretha Zelle
Hastur
Wu Chang
Joseph
Eli Clark + Brooke Rose
Aesop Carl
Bruke Lapadura
Yidhra + five followers
Norton Campbell
Patricia Dorval
Robbie White
Murro Morton
Mike Morton
Luchino Diruse
José Banden
Mary Antoinette
Demi Bourbon
Bonbon Lapadura
Victor Grantz + Wick
Ann + Apostle
Andrew Kreiss
Luca Balsa
Antonio
Melly Plinius
Edgar Valden
Galatea
Percy
Ganji Gupta
the Will Brothers
Anne Lester
Grace
"Memory"
"Orpheus" (novel edition)
"Orpheus" (Nightmare edition)
Ada Mesmer
Emil
Keigan Nicholas Keogh
Phillipe + Christina
Weepy Joker
Prof. Luchino Diruse
Qi Xi
Alva Lorenz
Frederick Kreigburg
Alice DeRoss
Ithaqua
Sanria
Charles Holt
Lily Barriere
A total of 40 survivors and 27 hunters.
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💭 💌(ask-victor-grantz-campbell)
Very very shy but im so happy to see such a fun and cute William blog! Hes very cute in your style and the coloring is just so pleasing to the eyes 🥺
’I haven’t had the chance to talk to Victor a lot but I’d really like to learn sign! He’s always working so hard to deliver letter for the other survivors, not only during games but outside them too. I don’t know terribly lot of him but he’s just the kinda person who you never want anything bad to happen to, you know? And he has Wick- no one with a dog as loyal as Wick can be a bad person. What’s there not to love about the two of them..! I just think I might have to tone down my energy levels if I’m gonna wanna become closer friends with the postman. I wonder if he’d feel encouraged to chat with me sometime, if I managed to sit down long enough to start learning some sign…’
(Aa thank you sm!! I really love your blog as well and I always happily welcome character interactions u._.u)
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Some of the Survivors profile
Naib Subedar
Naib was once a Gurkha mercenary who contributed to the East India Company. Like most Gurkhas, he is short and not well-built. However, his Gurkha battlefield is well known for his discipline and courageous fighting. As a retired mercenary, Naib Subedar was accustomed to a bloody life. This dangerous game may give him a battlefield-like experience.
Orgin class : Gurkha mercenary
Age : 27
Birthday : July 23
Hobby : Cold weapon, fist-fighting
Talent : Climbing, cold weapon mastery, fist-fighting
Dislike : Wild boar, troublesome customer
Favorite : Machete, Moonlit night
Eli Clark
Eli seems to be able to see vision from a young age. Through his vision, Eli began to observe the world from a new perspective. However, this ability could not give him a better financial life. He received an Eurydice (Oletus) boarding letter for his fiancé, but can his strange abilities help?
Origin class : Middle class
Age : 21
Birthday : October 31
Hobby : Occult
Talent : Animal servitude, astrology
Dislike : Merchant
Favorite : Birds
Aesop Carl
The end point of the journey of life is always different from person to person. And Aesop Carl are most people's dream, he strictly follows each procedure and treats the guests who come to the end with the utmost dignity. Thus he found the letter from a beautiful mysterious guest. And he decided to fulfill her last wish on behalf of this unhappy mother.
Orgin class : Middle-upper class
Age : 21
Birthday : May 11
Hobby : Living alone
Talent : Funeral
Dislike : Living people
Favorite : Dead
Norton Campbell
Campbell miraculously survived a horrific mining accident, but his friends weren't so lucky. He overcame the calamity, but became a darker and quieter man than ever before. He changed his job from a miner to an exploration geologist with a meteorite magnet obtained in the mining accident. Besides earning more rewards than before, he wanted to be far from the darkness of the mine.
Origin class : working class
Age : 28
Birthday : March 19
Hobby : Collecting ores
Talent : Making explosive, Magnetic force exploration
Dislike : Dark and closed place, rich people
Favorite : Money, honor, status
Bonus
Mike Morton
Mike Morton was the most popular member of the circus brigade "Hullaballo Circus". He has a prond curly hair and a lively personality, and his clear blue eyes can never peek into melancholy. The "Hullaballo Circus" was all about him, and something like "killing" shouldn't have been there. Mike, who survived the disaster, could only find the cause of the destruction of the "Hullaballo Circus."
Orgin class : Nomadic entertainer
Age : 22
Birthday : June 1
Hobby : Tightrope walking
Talent : Gunpowder making, bouncing, juggling
Dislike : Violence and rude people
Favorite : Lions, Stage lights
Victor Grantz
Victor is a strange boy who is not good at communicating with people. He prefers spending time with small animals rather than socializing with humans. As a postman, he sent many letters every day, but none to himself. But in a fire, his heroic performance made Victor a trusted figure. And the puppy Wick he saved from the fire began to accompany him all over the city to help with the delivery work. Victor likes to see the various facial expressions of the people who received the letter. Impression, surprise, disappointment, joy ... he enjoyed being the key to telling the secrets of others. He is convinced that while face-to-face conversations with people are full of hypocrisy and lies, truly important secrets and emotions are hidden between the words of the letter and he is quietly waiting for his delivery. For Victor, his first letter to himself in his life was an invitation from the manor. He responded to this sincere invitation and was thrilled to head to the mansion with his puppy Wick.
Origin class : Poor class
Age : 23
Birthday : December 25
Hobby : Feeding stray animals
Talent : Good at everything except socializing
Dislike : Being judge or talked by the other
Favorite : Animal, flower
Source : Identity V Official Profile and Data Book
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Title: Empathy (Reprise)
Fandom: Identity V
Pairings: Luca Balsa | Prisoner/Victor Grantz | Postman/Andrew Kreiss | Grave Keeper/Edgar Valden | Painter, Antonio | Violinist/Andrew Kreiss | Grave Keeper
Chapters: 1/2/6
Description:
Victor introduces himself five times to Luca before it sticks.
Link: Ao3
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Victor introduces himself five times to Luca before it sticks.
The first time, Luca returns his introduction politely. He’s already been stolen by Emma, who has always made her her sole duty to bring new survivors around for introductions. She is, in her own words, very good at explaining how this manor works. Gives a soft smile, a wave, an awkward, “Uh. Hey, the name’s Luca Balsa. You can just call me Luca, no formalities needed or nothin’.”
He thinks the second part of that statement is more for Emma, because she’d pulled him up by the arm and says “Mr. Balsa, this is Mr. Grantz. He’s very quiet but very kind! Sort of like Mr. Campbell.”
The next two times, he answers something akin to; "Ah. Sorry. My memory ain’t the best these days," While tapping his head, a smile stretched so wide across his face that the less observant could mistake as sincere. The line is so well practiced and delivered that it comes off as natural.
Victor catches it for what it is.
Uncertain, and strained.
The fourth time, he spends a solid minute squinting at the expression on Victors face, "We've.. met before, haven't we," he says, eventually, scratches at his head as though that’s going to solve his conundrum.
Victor nods. Doesn’t say anything in reply. He holds out Luca’s match invitation, impatient for him to take and read it. Luca, in the short time Victor has known him, has shown himself to be expressive in the most subtle of ways. It makes watching his reactions fascinating.
Luca doesn’t take it.
"Wait," something clicks in Luca's head, gloved finger literally snapping, "AH! Yes, you're the quiet one. Hold on," He pats down his person, holds up the sheet of paper Victor had been writing on the last time they spoke, "Er. Grantz, right?"
Victor pauses. He kept that? Victor’s hand falls
Still. Good enough, Victor thinks. Nods. Smiles.
Luca beams , “Cool. I was readin’ this earlier. You seem nice enough.”
The fifth time, Luca just seems tired. Literally so, bags under his eyes, falling asleep at the table.
“We’ve met,” He says, and rubs his eyes, “I know you. I know that I do. S'happened? Three times today."
“ You do. ” Victor writes, after a moment of pause.
“.. What's your name again?”
And when he tells him, he doesn’t forget again.
//
“You watch people a lot,” Luca says, one day, out of nowhere.
Victor flinches at his presence. Victor has taken his place at the end of the table (The most comfortable spot, in Victor’s opinion. Close enough to the fire to be warm, far enough away from the crowd of people that tends to gather in the morning. Close enough to watch. Far enough not to be pulled into conversation.
At least. Not most of the time.)
Luca takes a seat next to him without asking, reaching over to grab one of the bread rolls laid out for them. He turns it about his hand to check for.. Something, but whatever he’s looking for is beyond Victor.
Victor takes the time to answer him.
“ People are fascinating to watch ,” Victor bites his lips, turns the pen about between his fingers as he thinks on how to continue, “ You would be surprised at what all you would notice about the people around you, just by watching how they behave. I don’t think many people realize how obvious they make their ” He crosses that out in a flurry of scribbles, until it’s too blacked out to read, “ People give a lot away about themselves without realizing it. ”
“Huh,” Luca tilts his head, “Fair enough.”
They’re silent. Victor thinks that’s going to be the end of it, but Luca is.. persistent.
“Have you noticed anything interesting?” Luca asks.
… Victor lets out a soft sigh. By his foot, Wick rolls over.
Sure. There were a lot of things he’d noticed, in his time here.
Eli Clark had stopped wearing his engagement ring about two months into Victor's stay. He notices this because Eli accepts his morning mail with his left hand, had kept it on consistently each morning beforehand. By the time he comes down to join Norton and Naib for breakfast, he’s wearing his gloves, and no one else is the wiser.
Martha and Vera have taken to sitting next to one another, recently. Not just at the table, but about the building. They probably think they’re subtle. But Vera is a bit more touchy with Martha, Martha far more at ease. She smiles more with her, clinical tension leaves her shoulders. Martha is normally more.. Cagey. Holds herself unnaturally, and distant around others. But, It’s been like this for at least a few weeks. He thinks it’s something permanent.
Mike, who normally favors his right hand, has been using his left over the last week. He’s been wearing outfits that have gloves. When Victor sees his sleeves slip up, he notices burns creeping out the back of his left hand. In the few matches Victor has had with him, he’s not used his nitro bombs.
He doesn’t think most of this is Luca’s business to know, entirely. So instead of telling him, Victor simply smiles.
“Can’t say, huh?” Luca tilts his head. Perceptive, Victor thinks to himself, as Luca leans back, “Well… Have you noticed anything about me?”
Luca.. Luca is an interesting man to watch.
He doesn’t take pride in his title. Always goes out of his way to add air quotations around it, rolls his eyes with exaggeration. Victor knows, however, it’s less to do with the title, and more to do with the lack of respect that comes with it.
( Inventor , he’d heard Luca tell Eli once, complaining, Now that would have been a title. )
It’s not something he’d noticed at first, but Luca walks with a limp. Sometimes, when he’s not paying attention, he’ll stumble over himself. Despite this, It had taken him a while to realize that what Luca wears on his legs were braces. He thinks whatever might be the cause of it was also the cause of his memory issues.
He laughs a lot. Raspy giggles as he thinks to himself, full body laughter that breaks through awkward silence. Victor thinks it’s probably unintentional, if the way he gets nervous when he’s called on it is anything to go by.
Luca likes people. A socialite by nature. He doesn’t seem to be making any close friends around here despite this. Bounces around from person to person, enthralls them for a time, moves on.
Luca has been going out of his way to sit with him, recently. Normally he sits with Tracy, or Norton. Or he’ll sit alone. Victor finds this to be odd. He hasn’t a reason for it, yet.
He finally reaches into his pocket to pull out a new piece of paper and jots down his thoughts in a neat little bullet point list. Then, presents it to Luca, folded up like an actual letter, and goes back to eating.
It takes Luca a moment to look over everything. Victor watches as Luca processes everything he’s reading, blank smile on his face. Luca is expressive by nature. His head tilts from side to side, body seems to shift when he gets to a new point, eye’s narrow in and lips twitch downward.
He’s a satisfying man to watch. Very reactive.
A tendency to throw Victor for loops.
“Shit Grantz,” Luca says, a huff of laughter leaving his lips. Victor’s brows furrow together, ignores the way a fluster almost begins across his cheeks. Luca particularly throws him off when he continues with, “You really are watching us! How’d you figure all this out? I can’t really- I mean, I’m bad at reading people, y’know? Machines and blueprints. That’s easy. But there’s no real blueprint to how people behave.”
Victor thinks Luca might be wrong about that. People from an outside eye weren’t just interesting to watch, but easy to understand. He can understand why people behave as they do. He knows that the reason Eli isn’t wearing his engagement ring is rooted in the guilt of infidelity, that Martha and Vera have taken to a relationship they would both deem scandalous (But really, no one else would care about). He knows that Mike had burnt his hand while making his bombs, and was avoiding being scolded by Emily for his carelessness. He knows Luca is a prideful man, burned one too many times in his life. Has never been told as such, but it was easy to infer.
He can understand that.
Understanding people wasn’t the issue. Interacting with them. Now that was something he’d never wrap his head around. Something most people didn’t realize was that understanding people and interacting with them were two different things.
Victor has never been quite good at the performance of interaction. Never been good at echoing back an appropriate response. Has never been good at collecting his words on the spot. It was easier to keep his distance. Smile politely, offer very few words. People expected you to act a certain sort of way in conversation. They expected you to smile when they said something nice, frown when they said something sad. They expect conformity to a strict social etiquette, regardless of how sincere the emotion was.
Social etiquetticy was a rotten thing like that. Easier to be seen, not heard.
Luca was good at that. The performance of social etiquetticy. Better than he seems to think he is.
“...” Victor grabs the page and flips it over, hard, “ You aren’t a very subtle man. ”
Another laugh from Luca. It seems sincere, rather than nervous. Victor can’t help the way his own lips turn up as a result.
“I mean, apparently I haven’t been forward enough,” Luca rubs the back of his neck, grin suddenly sheepish, “I sort of thought we were friends.”
Huh.
What?
Victor raises an eyebrow at him. It is apparently not enough of a cue for Luca, as he doesn’t elaborate.
“You would want to be my friend? ” Scratch that out, “ You consider us friends? ” Scratch that out, harder, “ What? ” Circle that a few times. Point at it with his finger. Good enough.
“The last point,” He says, “I mean, I sort of-” He flips open his book, shows Victor a few pages he’s seemed to save of their previous conversations, folded up neatly between the pages.
Victor looks down at them, “ I didn’t realize you still had these, ” Victor admits, “ You had the first one, a while back. I didn’t think you kept them all. ”
Luca shrugs, “Is that weird?”
Victor does, admittedly, have to put thought into that one before answering.
“ I don’t think so. They’re sort of like letters, aren’t they? And letters are nice. It’s easier, to understand someone's thoughts when it’s on paper. ”
Luca beams, still sheepish, “Yeah. I like rereading over them, you know. You seem interesting. Really uh. Clever? You got a brain in there. Like you treat people well.”
... Victor snorts. Thinks he might disagree with that. Slides him the page he’d been writing on to allow him add it to his collection. Decides that maybe Luca isn’t so bad afterall.
//
Luca, as it turns out, is a messy sort of person.
Not what Victor expects from him, but perhaps that’s a foolish assumption for him to have made. Afterall, his appearance is a messy one. His hair is constantly tangled, half heartedly pulled back as though to hide it. His clothing is wrinkled, ripped in places. There’s dirt on his jeans from kneeling in the mud, scuffs on his boots, gloves are thread worn and the collar on his neck chipped and nicked.
The most organized thing about him is his toolbelt. Everything seems to have a place, thought out and cared for.
“Sorry,” Luca tells him, the first day he enters his room, “It kinda seconds as a workshop. So it gets dirty real fast.”
Victor shrugs. He keeps his own space clean, but he’s seen worse. He tells Luca as much.
“ You should see Vera’s room .”
Luca’s lips twitch up into a smile, showing his fang, “Trust me. I’ve smelt it.”
Luca doesn’t like working alone.
Correction. Luca likes working alone a little too much. Get’s too focused on his work, looses himself in it. He’s seen it happen with the Ciphers. Has watched Luca get jumped by Joseph more than once because he just can’t do two things at once. Even outside the matches. His room was right next to Luca’s. The walls were thin. He can hear him mumbling in the dead of night, the zapping of tools, swears he can even hear the scratching of pencil on paper. And it’s not that he minds the noise, it’s more. The amount of time’s he’d knocked on Luca’s door to discover the man sleep deprived, disoriented, and sluggish was coming to be uncomfortable.
“It’s kinda selfish,” Luca had said, “But if you have nothin’ better to do, can you uh. Sit with me? I won’t be much for entertainment. But it would be nice to have you there.”
And. Well. Victor certainly has nothing better to do these days.
So, he makes his way over to one of the chairs opposite of Luca’s desk. He catches sight of the machine Luca is working on, his tools sticking out of it, a few notes hung up, with dates and times neatly placed in the corner.
( “Do these actually work?” He asks, later, after pulling Luca from his work to assure that he eats.
“I guess. When I remember to read them.”)
For now, however, he shifts to pull out his book.
They sit in silence. It’s comfortable.
//
Luca’s hands are roughed up.
He discovers this mid-match, after taking a particularly rough hit from Jack. He’d scattered, used the last of his strength to run and leave Naib to distract him with a ping of “Thank you!” and then “Sorry…”
“Oh holy shit Grantz,” Luca jolts away from the machine he’s working on, eyes wide, as he watches the way Victor collapses in front of him. The air is thick with static. Victor can practically feel the machine vibrating from here. Luca must be close to finishing this one off. Luca bites one of his gloves off and pulls off the other, tossing them off to the side.
Victor’s vision, a bit blurry at first, takes in the scarring on his hands. The sort of scaring that comes with chunks of flesh being unforgivingly seared out, starts at the palms and creeps up into his shirt. He doesn’t think Luca realizes he notices, especially with how quickly he works off Victors jacket. His hands have a tremor to them, something else Victors not noticed before.
“Hold on,” He says, “I have one of Emily’s syringes. Should fix you up for a bit,” Fix him up, ignore the pain. It was all the same. Just needed to last long enough to get out, long enough to make it to the next day.
(He realizes that he’s never seen Luca’s hands without his gloves on before now. Not really. Even when he collects his mail in the morning, he’s careful to pull his sleeves over his palms. It’s something he’s insecure about.)
Shaking hands sooth his wounds, wrap them in gauze as best they can. Luca isn’t a medic, very few of them are. But he seems to know enough to help, and Victor no longer feels dizzy from bloodloss.
Funny, how this place works. Very funny.
“There,” Luca says, reaches over to grab his gloves, “You should be all set for now.”
(Victor wants to know more.)
Luca stands up, dusts himself off. A gong rings throughout the field as Naib takes a hit. Victor is already reaching into his bag to dig out a letter for him,“You should decode with me,” Luca says, already sounding distant, “Only got one more after this. Safer like that, I think.”
//
Luca carries a book around with him.
A journal, of sorts.
Well, they’re all required to keep one. But Luca’s is different.
“Art of science,” Luca tells him, holding it up as though it’s something special, “I keep it on me when I get new ideas in the middle of a match, or for when something interesting happens, or, you know,” He gestures to the notes that contain their earlier conversations, something he still keeps folded up and safe.
“ It’s fancy, ” Victor writes.
“Is it?” Luca turns it about in his hand, considers it, “I don’t even remember where I got it, if I’m being honest.”
Because of course he didn’t.
Luca lets him flip through it sometimes. Sloppy, half finished, design sketches for devices that may never have a name, next to formula so complex that Victor's eyes blur when he looks at them. Luca tries to explain them to him, but sometimes their fingers will brush and Victor’s mind will blank and Luca’s fingers are gloved but he’s viscerally aware of how long it’s been since another person has touched him.
“ I didn’t realize you knew how to draw ,” Victor changes the topic, classy, more as an excuse to pull his hands back and write, “ These are good. ”
Luca tilts his head, grimances, “These are sloppy ,” He says, clicks his tongue, “Most of these won’t ever see the light of day again. Useless things, looking back on them. No point in putting time into building something that won’t work out, you know?”
Victor tilts his head. Then shakes it.
“ You enjoy building things, yeah? I don’t think it has to be anything serious. ”
Luca frowns. Nods his head, “I guess you’re right..” He doesn’t sound convinced. But he lets Victor go back to looking through his drafts without another comment, his own hands now folded in his lap.
(“I used to be able to do better, you know,” Luca tells him, after Victor’s finished looking through all of them.
Victor doesn’t doubt it.
“Wish I could show you my old stuff,” Luca finished, closes his book, “... Wish I still had access to ‘em.”)
//
“ Why did you come here, ” Victor asks him one night, when he's taken to sitting cross-legged in the den, Luca with his legs stretched out so far they almost touch. He asks cautiously. He knows some people can be quite cagey about their reason for coming here, even if it most always boils down to “ Money.”
He thinks he might expect the same from Luca. Luca raises an eyebrow at him, “Me?” He points to himself, despite the fact that he was handed Victors note directly, and it’s just the two of them in the room, “I was on deathrow. Now I’m not. Seems like a fair trade”
“Oh,” It startles him enough that he says it. That would do it.
"Kinda funny, when you think about it," Luca beams, "With how many times I've died here, might as well have stayed on the chopping block! Some might consider this a fate worse than death,"
Victor tilts his head. He thinks they might just go back to sitting in silence, because it seems to be one of those kinds of nights. Apparently not.
“...” Luca closes his eyes, “Though. I guess that’s not entirely true. If you want my honest answer?” He says it like it’s a secret, something just for the two of them. It’s something that enthralls Victor. He sits up a bit straighter, listens with full attention. Because of course he does, “I couldn’t care about that. I mean- Alright, not dying is good, y’know? We don't wanna die here. But,” He wrings his hands. Suddenly seems nervous, “I didn’t really have anything, comin’ out of prison. Didn’t really have anywhere to go, I think. I was told all my stuff was sold off. N’, well. No one came around looking for me, so obviously I must not have had anyone. My mind isn’t- I mean, I’ve told you that, haven’t I? It doesn’t work as well as it used to. Frustrating thing, that is.”
Luca knows he can be better. He's told him as much in the past. Victor doesn't think he remembers insisting upon it as much as he does, but it's clear enough to Victor that this is something Luca is firm on. He used to be better. Better than he is now. Better than a man who sits with shaking hands and unsteady legs after running for no more than ten minutes. Better than a man who frequently does not remember to eat.
Victor tries to imagine Luca as someone more cleaned up. Someone more confident, more assured in their ideas. Luca hides his uncertainties well, but Victor know’s they’re there. He imagines Luca, without the bags under his eyes, hair neatly done up and in fancy sort of clothing.
It’s hard to wrap his head around.
“Can you imagine if I’d just come out to that? I think- think death would’a been a kinder fate.”
Victor nods. Sort of understands that.
“But,” Luca turns his head, grin suddenly plastered on his face, “There was one thing I kept in prison. I had an idea once, you see. For an invention so grand it could have changed the world. I don’t remember it much now. I’ve been trying to, around the matches.”
Luca is holding onto his arm.
“That is why I’m here. To finish that invention.”
“ Do you think it’s going to be worth it? ” Victor asks, sincerely curious.
“I do.”
(“Why did you come here,” Luca asks, in return, even later into the night. Because he refuses to sleep, and thus so does Victor.
“ The invitation to the manor was my first letter ,” He answers, partial honesty, “ Of course I was going to come. ”
"Oh. Victor…" Luca looks at him with sympathy. He's not sure he likes that.
Victor is a selfish man. He takes more than he gives, and he knows this. He leaves it at that, and Luca seems satisfied with it. It’s a little more than that, he knows. But Luca doesn’t need to know that quite yet, and well. It’s not a lie. The note alone would have been enough.)
//
The first conversation they have, where Victor speaks (Actually speaks. Pulls his stitches out with full intent to use his voice.) is a conversation they have while drunk.
He’s not sure how they got here. But they’re sitting over a map of their game field. Luca currently has a map that Victor logically knows is Lakeside Village spread out on the table (But really, has trouble reading as such), using stones as markers. Wick has deemed Luca’s feet a proper place to sit, and Luca doesn’t seem to mind her presence. They've stolen one of Demi's bottles of vodka, because it's just one of those kind of games.
“.. Okay. Run all this by me again,” Victor says, because he’s a little too tipsy to write, and it is before Luca can sign, and with how often he is around Luca he was bound to crack eventually. It's the first time Luca has heard him speak, and Words feel an uncomfortable sort heavy on his tongue. His voice is rough and cracks, and Luca doesn’t know that it’s been near three years since he’s spoken to another person. Victor doesn’t tell him that.
But Luca lights up at the sound of it, is polite enough not to mention that he, yes he can speak.
“Which part.”
“I think I understand. The parts about the ciphers being in different locations each match,” It was never something he paid attention to, “And that there’s a pattern to how we enter the match,” Also something he never paid attention to, “But how do you… ah. Connect them.”
“It’s like messing with the guts of the wiring,” Luca tells him, almost immediately, “They’re all connected on the same circuit. So it’s just a matter of connecting the wires together,” Which makes sense to him, “It’s just- you know. Depending on where all the ciphers are at, the wires are a lil’ different each day. So you have to be able to know where each cipher machine is to connect them properly.”
“... Right,” Victor says, beginning to feel a little lost.
“So there are some ciphers that are almost always gonna be in the same spot. The one in the boat? Always there. So I use that as a reference point. And depending on what’s connected to THAT, I could tell ya where the other ciphers are,” He reaches down to move some of the stones, arranges them in a way that is beginning to look familiar, “So, these are the ciphers that are almost always gonna be there. These are the important guys. These other ones are, well, they’re good, but they make bad reference points because their wires get all scattered and crazy. Don’t know how, this place is weird.”
Victors brows furrow, “What.”
“Like. Okay, if you were to cut off one of these guys,” He points to one of the ciphers deemed unimportant, “Then it wouldn’t hurt the system much. But these guys?” Gesture to one of the ciphers Luca has deemed important, “They’re like. The base of it all.”
Victor takes a long breath in.
“How,” He starts, hesitates, looking at the placements of the stones, “How do you remember this.”
Luca spins the vodka around in his glass, “I ‘unno. Like I said. Lots of patterns to it, I guess.”
Victor takes another shot, “Fair enough. Now, explain the part about the uh. Electricity thing you do. That.”
(When Antonio find them together at the base of the boat, he only offers a raise of an eyebrow, and offers them safety in turn for some of their vodka. And really, who are they to deny that offer?
Even before they were close to Andrew, Antonio was always sort of like that.)
//
Luca is a good man.
Victor knows this to be true. He’s a good man, dealt a bad hand in life. He's the sort that goes out of his way to fix people's broken showerheads without asking because he happened to overhear it was broken, lowers his gaze in respect to Naib as he's telling stories from his past. He's the sort of man who, despite insisting otherwise, cares about whether other people respect him in return.
Despite this, he has his moments.
Luca’s biggest flaw is that he slams doors when he’s mad.
He knows how to keep a smile on his face, keep a level tone. If he can't do that much, he'll bite his tongue and quiet. Allow himself to get yelled at until he can wander off, cool off, slams the door hard enough that the room vibrates and sound echos down the hall.
"Misplaced words do no one any good," Luca tells him, gripping at the sleeves of his shirt particularly hard. Some argument with Norton over something petty. Because Norton, unlike Luca, is loose-lipped with his anger. Sort of opposite to Luca. Grabs at his magnets, stills in on himself, but screams and yells and cusses loud enough that it echos about the field. Victor thinks Luca’s anger might be scarier, "Easier to sit 'n take it, then fuck up n' ruin a friendship cause you said something wrong. You know?"
Victor thinks that taking it without argument does just as much damage. He's not one to be a hypocrite though, so he does not say as much.
It’s not just doors. Victor can tell when he’s getting frustrated while decoding, because his fingers hit the key’s particularly hard, smacks the cipher hard enough that the entire thing shifts. When he’s getting overwhelmed in the dining hall, because he’ll bring his fork down with enough force to scratch across the plate, grips at his hair hard enough that Victor thinks it must hurt. Sometimes, on particularly bad days, he hears him throw things about his room (Though, he’s never done it in front of Victor. He thinks Luca forgets how thin their walls are, sometimes.)
Confrontation has always been one of Victor’s weaknesses.
But he really hates how Luca slams doors.
(At the end of the night, Luca will come into his room without knocking, looking a little worn and entirely apologetic. And for a good amount of time, neither of them will say anything because neither of them know what to say. This was before they’d been close enough to Andrew to have someone to bitch to, before Edgar was even in the picture. They’d only had eachother, and were well aware of the weight of that.
They’d simply sit, close enough that their legs brush, until one of them caved and offered the other an olive branch. Sometimes in the form of conversation, a note handed with gentle touches. Sometimes with chocolates swiped from the kitchen. Sometimes, often, Luca’s olive branch is as simple as resting his head on Victor’s shoulder and offering him his hand, and Victor is an easy man to win over like that.
Even before they were dating, they’d become touchy. Neither of them mention it.)
//
"I don't remember my parents,'' Luca admits to him, on a particularly bad night, where he's taken to curling up between Victor and the window. He's been quiet, mostly. Staring off into space, at the rain outside. Victor knows better, than to interrupt him when he gets like this.
("Just let me sit with you," Luca had asked him, before, "You feel.. Safe. N’I think. I need that.”
And what a nice thing that was to be. Safety.)
“No?” Victor speaks for Luca, because he knows he won’t be able to get him to read. Words feel odd on his tongue. But he thinks it might be fine. He thinks it’s okay. It has been okay to speak around Luca for a while now, but he still can’t help the strike of guilt that leaves him with his own words.
He was never someone meant to speak.
“No,” Luca finally says, “Do you think that makes me a bad person? That I can’t remember my family?”
“I don’t,” Victor turns away from his book, because of course he does, and Luca isn’t looking at him. He could have assumed as much, by the distant tone. Luca shakes his head, closes his eyes. Wick has her head in Luca’s lap, and he’s taken to thoughtlessly scratching behind her ears, “Do you remember anything about your childhood?” He asks, tilts his head onto his hand.
Luca’s eyes flicker between him and the window, “Not really,” He admits, “I think I should be able to. I think something’s wrong.”
“Maybe you’ve remembered something before,” Victor nods down to the book Luca keeps on his person, “Maybe it’s worth looking.”
“Maybe.”
Despite the acknowledgement, agreement in his tone, Luca simply goes back to looking out the window, eyes somewhere else entirely.
It scares Victor. He won’t ever say as much.
//
Victor had learned quickly that Luca is cursed with headaches that hurt enough to stun, and ghost pains that wreck his body.
“You’re close to him, right?” Emily hadn’t waited for an answer as she shoved Luca’s medication into his hands. He’s not sure when he became so close to Luca that he’s The Luca Person now. He’s not sure if he should complain, “Make sure he only takes two for headaches. And Mr. Grantz? Only two. He’s been going through these far faster than he should.”
There’s only a flash of concern on her face when she says it. Hides her emotions well, he thinks.
He has three options, here. Ask directly why she's giving him these (He knows the answer to that), to point out that he really has no control over how much Luca is taking (Bad choice).
So he takes the third option. Presses his eyebrows together, and signs;
“That means he’s in pain, right? Shouldn’t he be taking more for it?”
Emily’s eyebrows furrow. Her head tilts, lips purse, “... Unfortunately, not all wounds can be solved with a pill.”
His own frown deepens.
//
“ Can I ask you a personal question ,” He slides the sheet over to Luca one day, one of the rare sunny day’s the manor has. They’re sitting outside, Wick doing her best to try and catch Emma, Luca fussing with a machine Victor wouldn’t know the purpose of. Luca had, at some point, snatched a pack of cigarettes from Norton, and they’ve been splitting it between eachother throughout the morning. No pacing, all indulgence.
It takes two taps to get his attention, three for him to notice the letter. He squints down at the request, nods, shrugs.
“‘Course. Anything,” Luca shrugs, runs his hand through his hair to push it from his face. Victor takes the page back, scribbles on it.
“ But you have to write down your answer ,” Victor tells him, “ Please. ”
This seems to catch Luca’s attention entirely. He takes one last look at his latest invention, then the note. Deems the note more interesting, “Alright,” He says, again, gaze burning into Victors.
Victor has never been this good with people. Has never known how to ask directly for the information he wants. He has always sort of let it fall into his lap, listening to whispers and gossip.
He turns the pen around in his fingers, stares down at the page as though the words will manifest onto the page for him. Luca is patient though. Goes so far as to close his eyes and tilt his head back, evidently attempting to give Victor the space he needs to think through what he wants to say.
He appreciates it.
“ Why did you go to prison? ” and then, on the line beneath it, “ You don’t have to tell me immediately, of course. I have picked up on the fact that whatever it was, was not something you take pride in. However, it has been on my mind recently. I would like to know. If that’s okay. ”
Luca blinks down at the page when he receives it this time. Victor is sort of expecting to be denied. Luca’s eyebrows furrow, head tilts. But then Luca, of all things. He laughs , “Wow! You’re bold, Grantz.”
The garden, despite Emma’s best effort, is still overgrown and uncontrolled. Victor stares at it as he waits for an answer. Takes in the way poison ivy creeps about around tree roots, the way thistle plants poke out between stones and decor. He can tell the wood of the fence is rotting, despite the fresh coat of paint on it, and wildflowers have taken over a good portion of the walking path.
(Though, if Emma is to be believed, the wildflowers thrive by design.
“Don’t you think they deserve a chance too?” She’d said, all dream-y and soft-like.)
He thinks, looking at it as Luca mulls over his thoughts, that the garden might just be more alive then they are right now.
“You don’t have to tell me, of course” Victor tells him, barely a mumble into his knees, “But whatever it was, I won’t think less of you.”
“No, not it’s- I mean it’s fine. It’s not really the telling you aspect I’m against. I think- I’ve told people I’m less close to,” Luca frowns, “I’m surprised I haven’t told you already. It’s more the..” He gestures writing, “I don’t know why that's important.”
“... Please.”
It’s warm out today. Very warm. They’re sitting in the shade, but the heat of the day still manages to get to his head. He has to wonder if it’s summer. He couldn’t tell you how long they’ve been here. He thinks Luca keeps track. He does not. Days bleed together too much for it to be worth the effort.
“....” Luca stretches, his back and legs giving a series of pops as he does, “You said it didn’t have to be immediate?”
Victor shakes his head.
“Alright. I’ll tell you eventually, then.”
#victor grantz#luca balsa#Smthmsth whatever their ship name is#Empathy (Reprise)#Red only knows how to write one thing and it's in a three day fever haze
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Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: 第五人格 | Identity V (Video Game), 第五人格 | Identity V (Video Game) RPF
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Aesop Carl | Embalmer/Joseph Desaulnier | Photographer, Norton Campbell | Prospector/Aesop Carl | Embalmer, Emily Dyer | Doctor/Emma Woods | Gardener
Characters: Joseph Desaulnier | Photographer, Aesop Carl | Embalmer, Norton Campbell | Prospector, Eli Clark | Seer, Wu Chang | Black Guard and White Guard, Emma Woods | Gardener, Fan Wujiu | Black Guard, Murro | Wildling, Martha Behamfil | Coordinator, Patricia Dorval | Enchantress, Helena Adams | The Mind's Eye, Naib Subedar | Mercenary, Jack | The Ripper (Identity V), Orpheus (Identity V), Servais Le Roy | Magician, Victor Grantz | Postman, Wick the Post Dog | Victor Grantz's Dog | Postman's Dog, William Ellis | Forward, Fiona Gilman | Priestess, Vera Nair | Perfumer, Mike Morton | Acrobat, Demi Bourbon | Barmaid, Bonbon | Guard 26
Additional Tags: Aesop is an actual softy, Victorian era, Execution, Fluff and Angst, Comfort/Angst, Heavy Angst, Norton deserves to be loved, Modern Era, Joseph is an actual husband, Norton is a little shit, One-Sided Attraction, One-Sided Relationship, Aesop is a salty baby, Fluff and Humor, Falling In Love, Forbidden Love, Past Era, Eli is a supportive baby, Naib is just himself, Emma Woods is a supportive baby, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, this author is sleep deprieved, messy tags, Boys In Love, First Love, Public Humiliation
Series: Part 1 of The Fault in Our Golden Flowering Garden
Summary:
Once a drop of golden of sunlight, hiding amongst everyone else. Like a flower shimmering golden petals, no matter how beautiful, no matter how great, nothing lasts forever because it will soon wither away.
The yellow roses symbolize joy & platonic love, optimism and Friendship.
Sometimes, Yellow Roses brings good luck to people.
But Sometimes, It is also another way to say goodbye...
Author‘s Note:
I have finally updated Ch.5 of my fic.... Oh my goodness... I wanna flop myself to bed NOW.
I am going to upload about twice a month. Since Im going to compensate myself with life, gaming, uni and oh god. Let me sleep.
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if it’s not too much can i get valentines hcs for eli, naib, and victor please ^^ ty
Not too much!!! Thanks for requesting!!!
The Seer - Eli Clark:
💛 He's a bit energetic and outgoing so you can expect to do something outside the manor
💛 He has Rose near him all times so he can use her eyes to look at you in pure admiration and affection
💛 He's a bit disappointed the Owner decided that it wasn't still your time to be shown off with a new outfit. But he understands that it's not always easy to make outfits. He, however decides that he would be making you an outfit. He has you pose for him and move around with the increasing interest on how it would be turning out.
💛 Love kisses whenever he can. Simple touches and brushes of skin to skin contact excite him
💛 In matches he looks for you instantly, if you're already alarming then of geing chase, Eli would drop anything for you and I mean everything.
💛 The owl probably thinks you two are too much dramstic at times. However, Eli doesn't care and proceeds to guide you away so you can relax for a while.
The Mercenary - Naib Subedar:
💛 As a veteran and being in his youth once he sees you being chased he's already behind you so closely
💛 Naib was truly impressed by you, your cheerful spirit on this day even though you two were forced into a matcj so early in the morning to even you managing to kite to save your life on this day. That hunter never stood a chance!
💛 He however takes the chance to get you away from the hunter, the two of you start working on a cipher and prime it. But as you wait for the need to pop it, he begins to kiss you. His hands cup your cheeks while he gives you breathless kisses
💛 He might not be into PDA, but he'll kiss any hidden chance he gets to.
💛 You two did however touch the cipher a second late and caused the Doctor to have a heart attack when you popped it
💛 Naib totally carried you over to the exit because he really did took all your breath away
The Postman - Victor Campbell Grantz
💛 Starts off the day by sending you a love letter with Wick and preparing breakfast
💛 Astounded when you come looking like the god/goddess you are with your new S Tier outfit.
💛 Doki doki goes his heart~
💛 Wick, the best wingman has you going all around the manor so that he could finish setting up the dinner surprised for the two of you
💛 While the two of you had an amazing candle date, Wick enjoyed a large yet fresh piece of bone. Victor strikes a surprising conversation on how he took so long to write you that love letter and then have Wick bring you all around si he could set up. He's a sweet boy, Wick gets a pet and Postman gets a surprise kiss from you.
#postman hcs#eli hcs#victor hcs#naib hcs#idv valentines hcs#victor grantz#eli clark#seer hcs#mercenary#Mercenary hcs#identity v postman#identity v seer#identity v naib#identity v victor#identity v eli#identity v mercenary#theidvimagines
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💭 - ask-victor-gantzcampbell (imsosorry;w;)
[ The Prospector feels a little protective over survivors in general, but he is a little more protective than usual over this Victor. He’s glad that Victor can detect people’s insecurity in face-to-face interactions, but wants Victor to see that people can be just as insincere in other forms of communication. He might give Victor a tougher time when he knows Victor can take it, to get him to build some backbone. ]
[ Norton’s curiosity has been peaked by Victor Grantz-Campbell. He doesn’t believe there can be coincidences at Oletus Manor, and he’s already begun his investigation. ]
[ The Prospector likes Wick too, even though he’s more of a cat person. He harbors no hard feelings if Wick leads the hunter to him, since stealth is… usually not an option when it comes to Norton’s ‘strategies.’ ]
@ask-victor-grantzcampbell
#answered ask#victor grantz#victor grantz-campbell#ask-victor-grantzcampbell#//no need to apologize this ask is appreciated uwu#//i will apologize though bc i keep misspelling grantz#//there's a small list of survivors that are too innocent and too easy to manipulate in nortnort's head#//seer and postman are two of them#//it’s strange to come across actual cinnamon rolls when most survivors be lowkey terrible people
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Victor grantz playing some roblox??
I apologize but I haven't heard or playen such a game.
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How they react if you had extra arms
Summary: You are not human and yet you still manage to summon your extra arms. But you were not aware that someone caught you in the most perfect timing.
Characters: Aesop Carl, Eli Clark, Naib Subedar, Norton Campbell, Victor Grantz, & Edgar Valden x (G/N)! Reader
Genre: Fluff/Platonic
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Aesop Carl
“...A-amazing body...”
Well just going by that reaction, he would be surprised but extremely curious and decided to interrupt you. He won't be shy since your extra arms is the one giving him ideas.
He would start questioning you from time to time about your arms and how are they connected including can you actually move it. Poor you that you would be questioned by the autism man for a while.
There were even times that you would have to show your bare back to him so he can analyze you.
But it's funny and amusing to see that Aesop got fully embarrassed after he realize that he just appeared to you without being shy including showing your bare back to him. You had a chance to see his bashful face but you are forced not to tell it to other people.
Eli Clark
“...Woah... So this is what it looks like in person..”
Well he knew that you are not human and you can summon extra limbs from the visions he keeps on seeing, but he was actually shocked to see it in person. And yet his owl, Broke Rose sat on your extra limbs. It her shock it was the real deal of feeling boons in there.
Of course Eli made sure that you are comfortable with what the way you are. Although it would really take a moment.
But you did notice Eli’s excitement knowing that you are pretty much unique in his eyes.
Funny enough the conversation went from a little tense to friendly, he personally was amazed about how you are able to move your extra arms and evenly compliment you. I am pretty sure that you would be bashful about it.
Broke Rose loves the way you give her pettings from time to time.
Naib Subedar
”!!!”
Oh yeah, he is shocked alright. Naib straight up wall to you and tested your extra arms my touching it and asking you a bunch of questions.
But relax you didn’t destroy his trust, he was pretty much shocked to find that discovery like he manage to see another side of you.
It makes him wonder if you can do back massages or cook food with your extra arms, but that seems to not be the case. Those aside he would question you from time to time for a while, and if he had a crush on you he would secretly wonder how it feels like to be in your arms with extra arms.
That aside he seems to be curious about you eve further but relax he would keep his secret about you after all he won’t mind being your comforter.
You are interesting in his eyes, but he would look forward for you to give him sandwiches.
Norton Campbell
“...”
Oh that, it barely faze him. He would straight up walk towards you in curiosity and he won't hesitate to analyze you and hold your arm which actually surprise you.
Of course he would be asking these dumb questions but you are used to him at that point. It was a surprise to see him being interested into you. Plus he evenly wanted to test your extra arms for either a hug or headpats.
But seeing that how much you and Norton are having a normal conversation. He would really be questioning you for a reason before he suddenly compliments you straight out of the blue. Plus you barely see him bashful at that point, he more of a gutsy person to see what he wanted to see.
Since your body looks gold to him.
Sometimes you can’t understand what he is thinking.
Victor Grantz
“?!”
Ohhhhh boy, that would be a tiny bad start. Considering that Wick was a little on guard and Victor was visibly startles by your extra arms.
Of course you have to give him time to catch his breath and contain his sanity. Thankfully you manage to explain the situation to him so please don't worry about him running away.
That aside he seems to understand your situation, but he has to admit that you actually look cool and amazing in his eyes that he accidentally spoken out that you look cool.
Victor got embarrassed right after he realized that you point out that he was cute for being curious. At least it actually made him happy to know that side of you, it actually makes him want to learn about you more.
Plus Wick enjoys your extra pettings!
Edgar Valden
"Show me your body, now."
Yeap, great start of his reaction. That is the first thing you are greeted by Edgar himself. Although you are trying to refuse his demands he won't stop till he get what he wanted, and no he won’t let you leave him alone for 5 seconds.
But here is the funny part, he got embarrassed when he saw you removing your clothes slowly like it was teasing him, but he has to school it off. Just be prepare for his scolding after that, after all he just wanted to see you flex your extra arms.
But after showing your body to him, it gave him a hard time analyzing where did the extra arms go in his sketches. At least that gave him some ideas for his painting, but he did tell you that he won't tell this to others since he got his inspiration all to himself.
That inspiration was YOU.
And no, he is not interested in sharing you to other people.
#idv x reader#idv#aesop carl#eli clark#naib subedar#norton campbell#victor grantz#edgar valden#aesop carl x reader#eli clark x reader#naib subedar x reader#norton campbell x reader#victor grantz x reader#edgar valden x reader
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"Victor! It's been so long since I've seen you! How have you and Wick doing?"
We've been well Charlie. Wick has been spoiled by my brother. I've been getting on him about feeding Wick too many fatty foods. How have you been? It's been such a long time see I last saw your face.
#idv-ask-carpenter#idv oc ask blog#idv survivor oc#charlie pool#victor grantz campbell#wick grantz campbell#incoming letter ⌦ rp
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🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about
I tend to keep it under wraps or as if I am calling Wick but....um....the habit of clicking my tongue to call someone over. I don't mean to! It's just something that I had grown accustom to and happens pretty subconsciously.
#anon#secret emoji meme#idv postman#idv mercenary#idv merc#parasite merc#victor grantz campbell#idv wick#wick grantz campbell
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What would you do if you see a Catsopie?
I would love to hug a Catsopie just because of how cute and fluffy he would be! My worry would be if he's alright.
#anon#aesopie#kitty aesopie#idv ann#idv disciple#idv postman#victor grantz campbell#wick grantz campbell#mod rue
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Such a letter...truly has me lost more than I could have fathom. What can I even reply to them? I will need much time for a response back to them....can I even get my feelings or thoughts across?
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Aesop really never stops throwing me in for loops I never see coming.
#letter from aesop#idv postman#victor grantz campbell#wick grantz campbell#mini violetta#you can never predit anything from an aesop#should i be happy or upset about that fact...#their letters however are always so neat and wonderful#really#using yours can lead to many miscommunications#//hey toko look at how much insecurity and angst and pinning we can fit into these two *slams the two with the hurt bat*#//oh yeah letter from the off post hahaha
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