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Please just be kind and respectful to me and the people in my asks. If you disagree with any of our headcanons, be polite about it or choose not to say anything at all.

WILL WRITE:

reader x character —> this is most likely what I’ll be writing the most!

character x character —> I am not really picky as I try not to let personal biases get in the way. That being said, I will still have limitations.

fluff

angst

character/ship headcanons

WILL NOT WRITE:

NSFW —> THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE! As of right now, I’m not that comfortable or confident in my ability to write it.

pedophilia —> it should be common sense to not pair adults and kids together but some sick fucks do and it’s disgusting. I hate that I have to specify this.

incest —> again, common sense! don’t ship siblings together, you freak!

heavily detailed gore

dubcon/noncon

necrophilia

school started back up for me so updates will be slow. i am taking a lot more classes now so that means a bigger workload. and admittedly, my mental health isn’t the greatest right now either.

Grave Keeper (Andrew Kreiss) Headcanons - Identity V

(A/N): I’ve been warming up to Andrew lately; it’s not that I disliked him before, but he never stood out to me until somewhat recently. Maybe it has to do with him being picked a lot in IDV esports or because I’ve been getting requests with him. Either way, I hope these aren’t too OOC for him, and I apologize if this is too short ^^;

Andrew hates being dirty. He always bathes or showers to get any filth off of him whenever he can. The only time he won’t really mind is during matches, because staying alive is more important. He will, however, rush to clean up the second he returns to the manor.

This is being taken from another request I got — Andrew can be a night owl. He’s used to working at night so he has pretty good endurance when staying up late. However, if he does it for too long, he’ll be a lot more disheveled the next day…and a bit grumpier.

When he’s at the exit gate, he’ll mumble a small prayer for whoever isn’t there yet in hopes that they’ll be able to make it to the gate or to the dungeon. Some survivors won’t mind, but Qi and Mike (who both have gate-decoding debuffs) might get slightly annoyed with him since it’s already difficult for them to work the keypad and they don’t want distractions.

Additionally, if he’s in a scenario where the only option for him is to escape through the dungeon, he’ll pray out of fear and guilt while he’s waiting for his teammate to die so it can open up. He feels selfish even though it’d be the only way to prevent a four-elimination.

*blows dust off this account*

Hi everyone, I’m back after…a long time! I deeply apologize for being gone. I got busy with school, and then I just sort of stopped using tumblr for a little bit. But I think my writing flow is back!

So that means…requests are now open again! Please remember to abide by my rules in the pinned post. If it’s not there, assume it’s allowed unless I say otherwise.

I do have some old requests that I’ll try to finish as well. For the people who have been waiting, again, my apologies…I don’t blame you if you’ve forgotten about them too .😭

Just a heads up, I will have a lot of classes starting next month, so updates might be slow.

A Rare Moment of Weakness (Part 2) - Identity V x Reader

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I hope you’re able to enjoy it still. Thank you for requesting! I’ll definitely do more parts of these in the future!

Joseph (Photographer)

For someone that was clearly sentimental about his past, Joseph never openly talked about it. A melancholy smile would appear on his face for a brief moment whenever he remembered something particular, but it would be gone before anyone could comment on it.

Even around you, he was like that…until one evening where you caught him looking visibly depressed. The photographer was sitting on an armchair, cheek resting on his hand, a glass of wine in the other.

“Joseph?” you tentatively called out to him.

He immediately straightened his posture when he heard your voice. “Ah, (Y/N). Don’t sneak up on me like that,” he scolded gently. “It’s late, my dear. Why are you up?”

You sat in the adjacent chair. “Why are you?” you countered.

A hint of a smile appeared on Joseph’s face, but he turned away. “I’m just thinking,” he said vaguely.

Even though Joseph was a private person, you knew what he was really thinking about. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable to you once before in a strangely similar scene.

So you did what you did before. You reached across and placed your warm hand on top of his. When your eyes met, you smiled at him.

Joseph’s face softened. It was funny how he seemed a little awkward and unsure of what to do next for a moment. But then he intertwined his hand with yours and was rewarded with a comforting squeeze. “Perhaps I’ve been thinking too much,” he admitted.

“I’m all ears if you’d like to talk about it,” you offered. “Or if not…well, I’ll be here anyway.”

Joseph smiled, and lifted your hand to give it a gentle kiss of appreciation.

Aesop (Embalmer)

Aesop was always very particular about his appearance. But it wasn’t in a vain way; he was just very adamant about his clothes being clean and ironed properly. He was the same way about his workspace and his tools.

However, his calm disposition was broken when messes were involved. And it was no different when he practically barged into his own room, wax stuck to his clothes and hair, looking absolutely horrified. You had been quietly waiting for him to get back from his match until that point. It was painfully obvious who he went up against. Once the initial shock and your heartbeat settled, you quickly helped clean off the wax to the best of your ability.

“Thank you,” Aesop said quietly and courteously once you were done. His gray eyes widened in surprise as you procured a fresh set of clothes for him before he could make another move. “Ah, uh…thank you again…”

“I’ll be waiting right here,” you reminded him gently, and nodded your head towards his washroom. “You should wash that wax out of your hair.”

You were certain that Aesop had a faint smile underneath his mask from the way his eyes slightly crinkled. And once he was done showering, that smile grew as he came out in freshly dressed clothes and saw that you had fallen asleep waiting for him. How beautiful you looked, peaceful and still like that…

Eli (Seer)

Brooke Rose happily nuzzled against your hand as you pet her soft feathers. You had just given her a treat; her and Eli had done a wonderful job in today’s matches.

Eli watched with a content smile. But you noticed in your peripheral vision that his shoulders were slightly curled forward. And as he took off his blindfold, you noticed that his movements were very sluggish.

“Are you okay?” you asked, looking over into his ethereal blue eyes.

He seemed a bit surprised that you acknowledged him. Then his cheeks went red from the embarrassment of being caught staring. “Yes, I’m okay…why?”

Brooke Rose ruffled her feathers in disbelief. You stood up and gestured him to sit down on the armchair. Slightly confused, he obeyed. A small gasp left his lips as you started gently massaging his shoulders.

“Don’t think that I don’t notice how exhausted you usually are after matches,” you said softly. His muscles were stiff from overuse. “You tire out so quickly. Your decoding has even gotten slower every time you protect someone…”

Eli either didn’t have the energy to retaliate, or he was already slipping into the hands—your hands—of relaxation. He closed his eyes as Brooke Rose settled comfortably on his arm.

Hello everyone! i’m blowing the dust off this blog…

Now that the winter semester is almost over for me, I’m getting my motivation for writing back. I am deeply sorry that it’s been taking me so long to post anything. I just got wrapped up with school + other things.

At the same time, I feel awful for not doing the bare minimum and updating you guys with a quick post. I honestly forget that I have certain platforms sometimes because of activity levels (AKA, I spend more time on other apps compared to others). If I find myself having a busy schedule again, I promise I will provide updates.

I am very sorry to everyone who’s been waiting months now for their requests to be finished. I’m starting to work on each of them bit by bit. If I had to guess, Moment of Weakness Part 2 will be the first to be finished. Again, I deeply apologize for the lengthy delays.

Thank you to everyone for your support. I promise I will try to be more active.

Socials (where I’m most active):

Twitter: teddypickr_

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Identity V: teddypickr (ID: 21429788) - ik this doesnt count but i play it a lot, so…come say hi! and maybe give me dungeon…🥺)

classes started back up so I have less time to write now. still trying to work on the requests I got a while ago, so until those are done, my inbox will be closed. sorry for the inconvenience! love you all 🩵

Anything for You - Night Watch (Morningstar) x Reader

A/N: Is it even possible not to simp for Morningstar? I could be biased, but that skin is one of the coolest limiteds. Sorry that this ended up being so short, and if Helel is a little OOC.

“What is it about me that makes you so devoted?” Helel asked you one day. He had a teasing lilt to his voice that masked his genuine curiosity.

You smiled a bit bashfully and broke your gaze from him. “You couldn’t have known it at the time, but…you saved me,” you said quietly. “I was an indentured servant at the time of the rebellion. Things got out of hand one day, and…well, my boss died in an accident caused by one of your followers. That was the happiest day of my life.”

Helel was taken aback from your honesty. He hadn’t expected you to open up like that. But now that he knew your story, your behavior towards him made more sense. Something akin to pride welled up in his chest. “Is that all?” he murmured, half to himself.

“Do you really want to know?” you asked.

“Enlighten me.”

In a bold move, you took his hands into your own. How tiny yours seemed, even though his were average-sized. Perhaps it was the claws that gave the illusion of them appearing bigger.

“Aside from you saving me, you’re just…beautiful,” you said, face reddening a bit and then contorting with regret. “Ah, that was foolish of me to say. You’ve never taken off your mask completely, so how would I know…”

Helel’s pale red lips curled into a smile. It occurred to him how much more praises you would sing for him if he took it off…no, what was he thinking?! Your foolish devotion was nice, yet you shouldn’t be so captivating to him. “So if I’m understanding correctly,” he said slowly, “you’d do anything for me?”

“Yes, my king,” you replied immediately.

“You would jump off a bridge if I told you to?”

“If it made you amused, yes.”

The king was perplexed now. “I don’t understand you. Your former life was all about following orders, yet you’re re-living it by being under my rule…”

You smiled. “There’s a difference. It was my choice to follow you. I didn’t have a choice before,” you explained.

Helel still didn’t really understand. But it was at that moment that he realized you were still holding his hands. Instead of pulling them away, he surprised you by holding yours. “You do realize that I could turn out to be just as awful, right?” he asked.

“Perhaps. But I believe you wouldn’t do anything drastic,” you said bravely. “You don’t seem like that kind of person.”

The room was quiet for a while as Helel processed your words. Once he did, he started laughing. Was it at your naivety? Or that you were probably right? He was a dangerous man, but certainly not as cruel as his brother.

“A-Are you okay, my king?” you fretted. Only now did you feel some semblance of embarrassment at your words.

Helel’s laughter died down and he looked at you with a wide smile. “You are truly something,” he said, a little breathless. He lifted your hands towards his face and kissed the tops of them very lightly. “Aren’t I lucky to have someone like you…”

It was your turn to be confused now, though you felt more flattered and excited than anything. “I take it that means that I’m allowed to be by your side?” you inquired with a cheeky little grin.

“If that is what you wish,” Helel said as nonchalantly as he could. Really, he was just as happy as you. It was a weird feeling for him.

Resting - Night Watch x Prisoner (IthaLuca)

A/N: My belief that Luca can be shipped with anyone (within reason) remains strong. Thank you for requesting! Apologies that this took a bit to write, life stuff kept me busy. ^^;

Despite what many believed, Ithaqua did not hate people. It was true that he was unsociable and…off-putting, to say the least. But it couldn’t be helped. He had barely interacted with a single person besides his mother for years. His victims didn’t count.

Ithaqua just preferred to observe everyone’s interactions. It was a form of amusement for him. But no one amused him more than a certain electrically-charged survivor.

Luca was a bit of a strange case in terms of personality. He liked talking to people, often carrying conversations, but spent a lot of time holed up in his room. He was well-mannered because of his noble upbringing, but could be as loud and impulsive as the lightning that coursed through his body. Ithaqua found him to be charming.

“You know, chasing you around is like a game of cat and mouse,” Ithaqua once said to Luca post-match. He had tried to keep his feelings of annoyance down—it wasn’t a secret that Luca was an easy target, but the prisoner’s evasiveness had been exceptionally high today.

“Cat and mouse, huh? Interesting comparison,” Luca mused, his fanged smirk growing. “A lot of people here are like cats in a bad way—always throwing hissy fits. It can be such a bother…but you, well, you’re like a giggly cat. If cats could giggle.”

Ithaqua, of course, giggled at that. And Luca’s smile upon hearing it made the slight embarrassment. “You are more like a rat,” the masked man quipped. “And I’m not sure why. You just are.”

Luca pretended to be offended. “Why, Mister Ithaqua, that was rude of you,” he laughed. But it turned into a wince of pain as he was suddenly struck with a small headache. “Ow, ow…!”

The lighthearted mood immediately dissipated. “Are you okay?” Ithaqua asked, a bit of concern in his voice. He knew it must be something related to Luca’s brain damage.

“Yes, yes. I’m fine,” the shorter man muttered. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair, a bit of static making it raise up a little. “Ah, what were we talking about?”

“Cats and rats,” Ithaqua deadpanned. He grabbed Luca by his collar and started dragging him away. “But not anymore. You better get some rest right now.”

Luca protested the whole way back to his room (wait, how did Ithaqua know where it was?) but wasn’t really struggling like one normally would in a match. Anyone they passed by didn’t move in to help at all, either out of fear or confusion.

Ithaqua practically kicked down the door and dropped Luca onto his bed covered in paper. “The state of your room is something to behold,” he said sarcastically. He couldn’t help but look around at the various notes and bits of machinery strewn everywhere. “So this is what you’re always up to…”

“Of course!” There was pride in Luca’s voice. “I told myself that no matter how spotty my memories get, I will be able to finish this machine.” He grabbed a fistful of his hair again with a hiss—the headache. He forgot about that.

“Well, you’re certainly not going to work on it now,” Ithaqua said firmly. He released that the sharp ends of his stilts could potentially stab through the papers, so he sat down and quickly took them off. Then he went to close the curtains so the sun wasn’t streaming in Luca’s face. “You better sleep right this instant.”

Luca looked at him suspiciously. “Since when did you care about people? And me, to an extent?” he asked.

Ithaqua narrowed his eyes. “You’re saying that as if I’m a cold, heartless monster,” he growled. He sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh. “Maybe I am heartless in a way. Emotions have become intolerable for me. But still, don’t just assume that I’d hurt you without reason.”

“That’s not what I was implying at all,” Luca said. He sat up and put a hand on Ithaqua’s shoulder, static electricity crackling faintly. “I just don’t ever remember you acting like this towards anyone.”

Ithaqua felt even more ashamed because he was right. How annoying. Wasn’t he supposed to be helping Luca feel better and not the other way around?

“There’s no shame in having emotions,” the prisoner continued.

“Ugh, shut your mouth already!” Ithaqua finally snapped, glaring at him. “You should be resting right now!”

Luca didn’t seem that fazed by the outburst. “If that’s what you want,” he said. He laid back down and turned to lay on his side, back facing Ithaqua. “Feel free to let me rest in peace.”

A few moments of silence. The tone in the prisoner’s voice…it was so infuriating! Yet, Ithaqua couldn’t help but wonder if that was a subtle invitation for him to stay. “I’ll stay, just to make sure you actually fall asleep,” he huffed.

A sly and content smile appeared on Luca’s face as he heard Ithaqua drag the desk chair next to the bed and sit in it. Oddly enough, despite the taller man being a hunter, he felt safe knowing that he wasn’t alone. And he felt grateful that he wasn’t sleeping on a hard surface like in his prison cell. Luca finally shut his eyes and fell asleep.

And when he woke up about an hour later, he was surprised that Ithaqua had fallen asleep as well. The mask muffled his slight snoring, but he was definitely sleeping.

Luca’s heart warmed at the sight. It was kinda cute seeing him looking like a napping cat. And it was, well…sweet of Ithaqua to have been serious about staying, not to mention surprising that he had fell asleep. Maybe he was truly the one that needed to rest.

“Sleep tight,” Luca whispered. He didn’t dare to try and move Ithaqua to his bed. But he was bold enough to kiss the forehead of his mask very, very gently.