Silly

bro i can't with these poses they make -

"where my hug at?" lookin ass. bro thinks he's all that wtf

nothing beats mr crawling looking like he's praising the lord

NORTON

WHY ARE YOU SO ADORABLE

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

he likes a boy

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!!!

Can we please get a fic about possessive/yandere Jack tunneling/tormenting his darling during a match? Something akin to the snippet of him we saw in the Emil and badly injured s/o headcanons. That bit had me barking, I need more of y'alls Jack 🙏🥴

thank you for enjoying that tidbit, detective! i am a very firm believer of slandering jack as much as possible but immediately making him attractive in the worse ways i could <3 he's a horrible man and i love that in him! please enjoy this food, and do bark more. if you do so, he might buy you a collar and leash. - mod orpheus

request: yandere!ripper tunneling/tormenting his darling headcanons pairing: [the ripper] yandere!jack x gn!reader warnings: general yandere behaviour, descriptions of blood & injury, near death experience

jack the ripper

to be the apple, or may i say rose, of his eye is a death sentence in of itself.

the ripper does not do “obsession”, or so he thought. it was a useless endeavour, to be so taken in by something or someone temporary, especially with what he does for a living. he assumed, be it person or item, it will leave and perish over time in his presence. more than anything, the only thing he ever thought he’d be obsessed over was his work. something he was very much okay with.

that all changed when he met you

everything about you captivated him; from your appearance, your movements, down to the way you speak. he was drawn to you, like a moth to flame, desperate to have you at any cost. he spent days, absent from matches, in his room. the curtains drawn, the lights dimmed, paint splattered across floors and canvases. art pieces, abstract, stylised, realistic, all pieces with you as its muse. with each brush stroke, his obsession grew, and grew, and grew. neither survivors nor hunters knew this was what he was doing in his absence. the survivors, more than anything, were relieved about him being gone for the time.

you were warned about him by both factions. you were warned greatly. jack, but we mostly call him the ripper, says the perfumer, was a ruthless hunter. his very presence struck fear in those who opposed him. he hunted with skill and precision, but at the same time was sickeningly nonchalant about it. he plays with his food, that disgusting man, whispered emma to you. a monster through and through, he even has the gall to flirt with some of us in the middle of hunts. every warning sickened you and made you fear the day you’ll have to match against him. that was why his absence was a cherished moment by both survivors and hunters. however, such a thing cannot always stay permanent.

eventually, the ripper returned, and everyone saw it was with a renewed gusto. a bad thing, stated the seer. he had his mind set on something, or shall i say, someone. you.

your first encounter with him was outside a match. the way he peered at you, eyeing you like you were a slab of meat for him to slice and cut open than a human being; it made you understand why even some hunters were uneasy [a great understatement] about him. though some hunters weren’t human, either changed or lived that way their whole lives, the ripper was a different level. he was... human, but he didn’t feel human. not even someone like the hell ember made you feel like that. something about him was uncanny, even if all he did was brush past you with a wicked promise of meeting once more. preferably in the near future, little rose, he chuckled out.

for a while, you thought that was an empty promise. wicked and terrifying, sure, but empty. the matches you joined within those days were with other hunters. you haven’t seen jack in a match with you for a few days at least. you thought he was just scaring you with that talk about ‘near future’- he’s had to be scaring you, no? that’s what a hunter like him would do.

you grew familiar with what arms factory looked like in the time you spent here. it was a ‘starter map’, as other survivors said. good kiting spots, fairly spread out rocket chairs, strong pallets. it’s the perfect place for newcomers, though you have long since shed that little nickname from the others. you, alongside the gardener, doctor, and perfumer, all sat at the table together, excitedly talking about what plans you may have for the upcoming off days. “i think i’ll spend time with coordinator,” vera tapped her chin in thought, “she mentioned wanting some tips for makeup. i’ll help her out then.” “sounds fun!” emma nodded her head and giggled, “i’ll just tend to the gardens again, as i always do. emily should join me!” the doctor laughed politely, a hand over her mouth as she did, eyes crinkled with content, “yes, i think that sounds fun. what about you?”

you paused in thought and shrugged, “didn’t really think about it that much, but i’ll probably find something to do sooner or later.” “you can help with the gardens too!” the gardener suggested, “the manor could always use more green thumbs.” “oh, yes, you could come with,” emily nodded in agreement along with the perfumer. the conversation was stopped by a smooth, honeyed voice humming from behind the curtains. all four heads turned to face it. silver blades pushed the cloth aside as the towering figure of the ripper spun through, bowing down in front of the table. attached to his back was an evil looking scythe, black and sharpened with flicks of smoke curling off of it.

your heart lodged itself in your throat in a bad way when the ripper lifted his head to look at you.

the game began.

right off the bat, he was ruthless. the ripper roamed the map like a wretched, evil, fog. he was playing with the doctor, it was clear to the three of you. he chased, he hit, and then he simply just waited nearby emily. you knew he’d be able to catch her easily if he just tried, but he was waiting. waiting for something, even if it costed him a cipher or two. the moment the second bell rang throughout the match, it was like the realisation struck all four of you. he was farming for presence. he wanted full presence.

it was like the mist through the factory thickened significantly as that happened. the ripper turned his back on the doctor and stormed through. even if he passed any of the other two women there, they were unbothered. perhaps shaken, a little scream from his chilling fog that brushed past them, but nothing more than that. after all, he wasn’t there for them. he was there for you. and you were made violently aware of it when you saw a sudden bend on the pole of your cipher. slowly, you lifted your head, fingers trembling over the keys, sweat sticking to the back of your neck. the fog shifted, unwrapping itself around its commander.

there, standing so casually over your cipher, and you by extension, was the ripper. he tilted his head, eyes squinted in delight. “hello, little rose,” he crooned. you slammed your hands firmly onto the cipher and lunged away, nearly missing the button to ping the girls. the hunter is near me!

the cipher in factory was finished, but the basement was there. however, nowhere else was safe for you to kite, as nearby would be one of your three teammates decoding a cipher. you had to take the risk. you had no other choice. you felt your heartbeat thrum loudly in your ears as you ran across the map, the ripper right on your tail. your legs screamed at you; a split of stop running, it hurts too much and keep running, he’s going to kill you. you had to dodge a foggy blade, seeing the black mist hit the wall and disperse right beside you. you stumbled in your steps, nearly tripping over your feet and falling. but you managed to catch the metal railing in the factory, using it to boost yourself some more distance away. not like it did much, as the ripper stepped through the fog and slipped past the door with an increased speed. he never downed you, no matter how close he was to you as you vaulted the window or a pallet for a terror shock. it was like he enjoyed seeing your discomfort, as you vault, as you run, his hand or claw ghosting against you lightly.

two ciphers later, the last one was on standby with the perfumer. both doctor and gardener waited at the gate close to the factory. but he still hasn’t downed you, let alone hit you once. it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying too much; he aimed his blades carefully in a way that would hit you if he was just a bit more accurate or if you were just a bit more sloppy. however, with the blood rushing through you and adrenaline pumping through your veins, you couldn’t afford nor even try to be sloppy. especially not against the ripper of all hunters.

seeing as he was doing nothing more but stalling at this point, you had to do it. focus on decoding! if only you did it a bit later, perhaps when you were in a more safer position...

the cipher popped, and it was like a switch was flipped in the ripper. with a manic exhale of his breath, you knew you made your first, and final mistake. you gripped the windowsill as you lifted your body over, a vault in progress. but as you did so, his claws raised, the blade wrapped in black fog before he swung harder than he would have usually. the black smoke that wrapped around you momentarily made the sting worse. through your clothes, your fabric ripped, and you felt a searing pain across your back. from the corner of your eye, you saw splatters of blood, but you knew there was more gushing out. your back was wet. warm, cold, wet. you crashed into the ground, a nasty, filthy scrape digging and ripping up your skin and irritating it. a scream ripped throughout your throat; one so loud and pained that you thought your chords were about to burst and split. it was a scream louder tha emily’s. it was a scream of true pain.

blood was rushing everywhere as you gripped your leg, yet that strained the deep gashes across your back. you knew he hit deep. it was painful. it was hell. tears streamed down your face as you sobbed and cried, choking up on tears as you looked at the ripper. he stuck his legs on the windowsill, vaulting over casually as if he didn’t just damn near break your back in half with one hit alone. he peered down at you with a cruel smile, head cocked to the side as he crouched down beside you. the lack of glowing red eyes didn’t excite you as much as it would have any other time. you only had enough strength to ping that he had no detention before you had to go back to crying out in pain, head turning away from him.

you couldn’t even bring yourself to a crouching position to crawl away, you could only drag yourself on your stomach bit by bit to try and gain even the most insignificant amount of distance to the ripper as you could. he let you do so for a while, but eventually gripped your leg with his unclawed hand. you were relieved at that. he was going to chair you, and your teammates were going to escape.

but he instead yanked your leg and twisted you, forcing you to slam against your back. the earth dug into the open wounds and you threw your head back with a pained scream. there was so much blood. on the ground, on you, on everything you feel. the ripper’s hold on you loosened, and you were subjected to his ghosting touch as he caged you in beneath him. “my, my, look at you,” he whispered breathlessly, very obviously happy with his work. he tilted his head aside, fingers brushing from your scraped leg to the inside of your thigh, reveling in how you turned your head away with a pained sound.

“now now, little rose,” he chastised lightly, but gripped your hair with a strength so tight it nearly ripped off your scalp, “look at me.” a breathless gasp left your lips as you looked at him, one eye barely able to open from the pain and stinging tears. “s.. stop... l.. let me go...” you sobbed. he haphazardly let go of your head, making you lightly slam it against the ground by the sudden loss of support. the ripper bent his back down, claws tapping against his face, chuckling as he gazed at you with a crooked grin, “just listen to that. what a precious, beautiful sound.”

he twirled your hair in his unclawed fingers, tugging your head up before abruptly slamming it back down again. “just like those fucking whores,” he snarled, “you cute, pretty, little thing... those breathless cries, those ragged shrieks, the last time i heard those were in the alleyways of london, my hands wrapped around some broad’s fucking neck as i break it backwards. my darling, what i wouldn’t do to gut you right fucking now. your insides, organs, everything, spread open on the ground for me, and only me to see.”

you could barely thrash away, sobbing and crying as you see the blurry figures of your teammates running to try and help you, only to stop abruptly at the bloody sight. “r.. run..” you force out through gritted teath, “get.. get out of here..!” “n.. no- no, emma has to help!” the gardener tried to run forward, but she was pulled back by the perfumer and doctor. “stop- stop it, what are you doing?!” emma cried, “we can help them! we- we can help- he has no detention!” “we have to go, emma,” emily urged as they began pulling her away. you saw the ripper start to grin at the desperate sight of the gardener thrashing and kicking, trying to run towards you. emma reached her hand out, screaming your name, sobbing just as, if not even harder than you have been as you see her figure get smaller, smaller, and finally, gone.

“now, do scream out as loud as you can. if you satisfy me, i might let you crawl your way out of here, whore,” he whispered the filthy nickname for you in such a sickeningly excited way, “let’s have some fun, shall we?”

[ art credit - unknown ]

— SFW ALPHABET with NIKOLAI !!

RECEIVERS。nikolai gogol x gn!reader (you)

BOUQUET。fluff, suggestive, some usual nikolai’s shenanigans

WISHNOTE。this is written in the perspective that nikolai and you are in a relationship. all of these are headcanons from my own characterization. and, happy birthday nikolai.

PRICE。approx. 5.8k

FREEGIFT。so high - doja cat, shut up my moms calling - hotel ugly

𝗔𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Nikolai is very affectionate and he doesn’t shy away from showing it. Although he is fine if you are shy about being affectionate in public, he does prefer it if you are being all cute for him in return. Regardless, he is good at reading people’s behaviour and expression, so if he notices you are uncomfortable, he will tone it down. Though, he will try to at least keep you close, like holding your pinky.

Nikolai shows his affection through any means, to be honest. But he would lean more towards quality time and physical touch. He likes going on dates or just being with you after a long day of work. Simply having you around is already enough for him because he could flirt with you still — like, winking or playing footsie. Nikolai doesn’t mind if you are touchy, he likes it. Even though he seems like someone who is very clingy and touchy, there are limits, surely. However, it is hard to know when he is uncomfortable with the touch or when he is fine as he is good at subtly diverting someone’s touch away from him. He is pretty unexpectable after all. If you touched him excessively while he needs to be free for a moment — i.e, answering an important call — he would tell you or take your hands off him and then hold your hand instead.

Another way Nikolai shows affection is to give gifts. His cloak is a pocket of everything. He likes to show you stuff that he got from somewhere and oftentimes, they are gifts for you. The items he gives or shows you could range from a completely normal thing like a custom-made chocolate bar to an old coin he found in a water fountain. He doesn’t expect people to give him gifts but he will be over the moon if he receives them.

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《◇ AKITO ◇》

♡-> he teases you like, a lot 😦 expect him to attack you from behind when you're not expecting it

♡-> even if he does tease you, he gets flustered super easily. Hug him or compliment him once and he turns beet red

♡-> loves competing with you for stupid stuff. Who can give the other the best gift is something thats done a lot

♡-> tbh hes a big idiot when it comes to love- it probably takes him a while to actually realize he likes you

《♤ RUI ♤》

♡-> he's so used to being treated like a weirdo so having a s/o in his life like you makes him really happy

♡-> he gifts you his inventions for special occasions (ex. your birthday or Christmas)

♡-> he prolly is scared of being rejected :< you have to confess to him first or else this scrunkly will be pining for ages

《♡ TOYA ♡》

♡-> he is really blunt 💀 will not beat around the bush while confessing "y/n, I have feelings for you"

♡-> he plays the piano and violin for you sometimes (and if you play an instrument, sometimes you guys do duets)

♡-> goes over to your house when he's had a rough day with his dad and you guys just cuddle and cheer each other up

《☆ TSUKASA ☆》

♡-> he's literally so oblivious to everything- drop the most obvious hint and he won't know 💀

♡-> when you guys do start dating though, he shows you off like a trophy. "Yup, this is my y/n! They're amazing, I know!"

♡-> free tickets to his shows?!?! He attempts to do better in shows that you're watching

♡-> he calls you "my star" a lot, but I'm sure he has a whole arsenal of pet names for you

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