Bro, Anon I Actually Was Planning To Do Him Next Anyways. Andrew Is Such A Soft Boy-

your life is an empty box from sweets that no one needs

The manor is filled with cute Sanrio costumes! Everyone has their own reaction...and they're all so wonderful✨

Identity V× Sanrio

Illustration by marumoriaki (Twitter)

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Lily : The Sanrio collaboration costumes are too cute!

Lily : I don't mind if the humidity accumulation fills up, but I want to take two shot photos!

Bi'an : I'm not sure if I can pull it off because it's a colour I've never worn before...

Lily : It's cute y'know~!

Mary : I want to have a match in a stylish space that matches the costumes, but it's frustrating that there are only gloomy maps

Naib : We're playing a game of life and death...right...?

Narrator : 5 seconds left from now, there's a reaction when two people with a feud wear cute clothes

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

heyy,,,, -lifts up my sunglasses-

this is not a request, more like a fun question: how do you think your favorite id5 character would rizz up reader 😎🎤?

also could i become the Brazil anon please 🇧🇷

oh god Brazil anon I actually have no clue

I feel like Alice is the type to be somewhat bold with her actions. She doesn’t make her feelings for you dead obvious, but it doesn’t take a detective to pick up on the obvious signals she throws your way.

Orpheus on the other hand is not as scared though (in my opinion). When he’s come to terms with who he likes there’s honestly no hiding it now. He’ll court you like the real gentleman he is trust trust

Patricia might take a little longer, and is slower when it comes to flirting with you. When she knows that she likes you, she’ll go for it and drops hints when necessary. But that wont’t happen for a while mainly because she’s been alone for so long that she’s forgotten what it feels like to not have to depend only on herself.

Ganji is similar to Patty in the way where he’s been starved of the feeling of comfort and love. It’ll take him some time to come around to his feelings and, once he does, Ganji will doubt that you even feel the same. He will be slow to court you, but will get there eventually.

okay so I may or may not have gone off on a whole other tangent and forgotten what the actually question is,,,,but that’s okay. Hope you enjoy Brazil Anon!!!

How do you think norton and a shy s/o would become friends in the first place? Or start talking in general? (if this counts as a request ignore me pls🙏)

I think it would partially depend on what the setting is! Ironically, I think a modern Norton would be the hardest to get close to. He's a loner, defensive and self-reliant. There's much less reason for any kind of forced cooperation.

In the manor setting I use, a certain level of cooperation and understanding between survivors is necessary. You HAVE to understand each other's communication styles. It helps that Norton's introverted ness gives him perspective into what other people see as "shy." Like he gets not wanting to talk, and that makes it easier for him to say "alright let's get this over with" and approach you to build a base-line rapport. And after that it just builds slowly! There are plenty of opportunities when you're stuck in timeless not-hell.

In a modern setting, you'd have to either work together or have some REALLY specific, like rom-com level divide intervention stuff going on. Work is similar to the manor, you HAVE to communicate and that forces him to get to know you. With the other one...idk I guess fate and soulmates exist LOL

“Heehee… It’s like… you’re a big brother to me.”

I spend so much time thinking about this line. Top 10 WORST people to call brother of all time.

Something meh I wrote for luca, def not my best work due to stress lol

Rated Explicit | Warning: oral (reader receiving), light (very) electro stimulation

Silence. Late evening it usually is quiet in the dormitory area of the manor. The occasional sound of Luca tinkering though but nothing else. Dark and silent, you creep towards the door before you go still in front of the door. He told you if you ever could not sleep, you could join him in his room.

Usually, you stay there listening to him work. The ambiance of an inventor at work is rather soothing and amusing when shouts “Ow!” when he messes up a wire or two. Luca is tenacious and ambitious, though he does not remember much and often forgets to the point he has to journal everything important, he is like the spark of electricity fighting to find a connection.

Currently, though, he is not working when you come to visit. After an intense match with the new hunter Ivy, he had just finished bathing and greeted you with only his pajama pants on, hair wet, and for the first time, you see the scars of what electricity can do to the body.

The Decoder lets you in though it is inappropriate given his both lack of clothing and how late it is, something you both never cared about like some others do.

He sits on his bed and resumes drying his hair with a damp towel, idle chatter as you sit on the poorly maintained couch. It is not uncomfortable but definitely has seen better days. You lay on it while talking, him keeping the conversation going as you expect of a former aristocrat.

Though he was from a family of wealth, and clearly educated, you never felt how you do around Frederick or Edgar… Uncomfortable. The sort of peacock-ness air about them that often makes you not acknowledge even when waiting for a match. In the matches, of course, you help but post you are immediately getting away from them. Luca does not give you that feeling and maybe it is because he has “fallen from grace” sort of speak, or maybe he is just likable.

“You stare a lot these days.” Teasing, he likes to flirt when in the mood.

“Can't help it,” As your eyes shift to his face, “Does It hurt?”

He looks at his chest, his eyes staring hard, “It gets irritated but not so much hurting.” Then looking up, then pointing at the table near the couch, “Those usually help.” Bandages with a bottle next to them.

“Can I help?”

“If you want, you don't have to.” The shyness is unlike him yet you figure it is because no one has seen him like this.

It was unexpectedly intimate, you did anticipate being so close to him using the ointment and applying the bandages would create a new situation. You have been close to both dancing, patching each other during matches, hell, sharing the same bed when you both could not sleep. It was like you are seeing the vulnerable Luca Balsa, not the inventor but a man who is fragile and lost trying to achieve something beyond himself.

When you kiss him it is funny the shock of low-grade electricity that zaps you both, the laughter is sweet and silly.

Luca does not want that to end the moment he has thought of for many days and is trying to build the nerve to get here. He ushers you lay on the bed, his thin frame on top of you. The partly wet brown hair is like curtains blocking your peripheral vision, you can only see Luca and his smiling face. Kissing your lips, face, neck, and a few hickeys on the way down to your chest; the second to remove your shirt before he is on you again.

By the time he is between your legs, your body feels a buzz from his uncontrollably electrical minor shocks and his skillful hands and mouth. Your hands in his messy hair gripping it with one hand as your other hand grips the pillow behind your head.

nikolai and the pursuit of freedom

wowzers wouldja look at that !! welcome to: nyx gets better at essay structure

quick little thing abt how nikolai views freedom altho its not super in depth sorry nikolai fans :ppp

anyway pls enjoy! (i dont think any trigger warnings apply but please let me know if there are and i will tag them/gen)

It’s time for a quiz! How does one become free?

It’s a question that Nikolai has contemplated for, seemingly, years. Nikolai works in strange ways in a desperate attempt to liberate himself from all emotions, permanently.

The conclusion that Nikolai has drawn is that being alive is a cage. Being human is a cage. Wishing for freedom like that of a bird’s, Nikolai rejects his emotions in all ways possible.

This is because Nikolai believes that freedom is found in defiance, just as birds must defy gravity in order to fly. And so, Nikolai contradicts his very nature. He displays a clownish persona, not to hide his true, contemplative self, but to lose it completely. Nikolai doesn’t kill because he cares not for human life, but it’s precisely because he does that he feels the need to contradict his aversion to cruelty by harming others. In order to be free, by Nikolai’s definition, he must completely forget his original self to become something free.

In a sense, this alienates him. Very few acknowledge the restrictive nature of following one’s emotions, and very few understand why he would conduct himself how he does. There is only one individual who Nikolai truly believed understood him, and that would be the heavily intelligent Fyodor.

Acknowledging Nikolai’s desire to lose sight of his original personality and contradict his thoughts at every turn was Fyodor Dostoevsky. And Nikolai is moved, he feels his essence to be understood by Fyodor in a way that is so alien to him to the point that it almost hurts. Nikolai truly loves how it feels to be understood by someone. It appears that, in being understood, he only drifts further from his goal. 

Experiencing adoration like never before towards Fyodor, Nikolai resolves to kill him. To wipe from the face of the earth the one who understands him so that Nikolai can go back to complete incomprehensibility in the eyes of others because Nikolai does not wish for understanding. He wishes for freedom, and being understood does not have a place in Nikolai’s definition.

If there are specific events which have led to Nikolai’s resolve at all is still unknown. However, a reader can only hope to see where exactly Nikolai’s pursuit to freedom will take him. How far he can go before he twists into a monster, trapped by his own definition of freedom.

Good boy..

AU where Norton has always been a hunter, and then one day he's granted a survivor form and has to adjust to that.