Hey Guys Do We Realize That The Main Difference Betwen How Kai And Midori Developed Is That Kai Was Given

he likes a boy

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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.

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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.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

CW & TW: Manipulation , nonconsensual consumption of substances, stalking, obsession, mentions of suicide and death

WC: 0.6k Words, 3.5k Characters

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊

He smiled at you with his lopsided smile, the very same one that charmed you to loving him— the deep dimples on either side of his cheeks that only got deeper whenever he laughed or smiled a little too hard. The same deep brown with a tinge of auburn hair, messily tied back with a barely kept together hairband you gave him eons ago- that tickled your face whenever you hugged or slept together in the same bed to enjoy each others company. The same rough but delicate and diligent hands that held you whenever you cried out of somber, or even just pure delight- that congratulated you or emphasized with you no matter what. The same skinny, a little frail, pale skinned boy you fell in love with oh so long ago- that never failed to hurt you intentionally; keep you safe like a experiment that could never be recreated.

He took care of you all this time, remembering every detail about you to make you feel loved and special- writing down every detail in a journal he claimed helped him remember due to his incident from his past... That you didn't hear much about, but assumed that he'd open up to you after a couple years.. Yet he didn't. It made you suspicious, but was taken care of when he explained the slight trauma of arguments and used that to his advantage. He made breakfast every morning for you, slipping in chemicals to see how they would alter your mind chemistry- being the perfect lab rat. You always told him whenever you got a headache, blurry spots in your eyes, or other things of that nature- even when his small dosages of homemade aphrodisiac caused a small.. problem for you.

He took every little thing in account for you, listing down every meal you ate and drank- stalking you with a pair of binoculars and watching from afar. If you were at a cafe, after you left- he'd ask and describe what you ate to see the ingredients to make sure they didn't interfere with his work. He marked down everything, intending on keeping you around forever as his lab rat until he himself died...

He took everything in account except his own self feelings. He didn't really know why he wanted you to be his own little human test subject... Just that everything about you was so perfectly... constant. You never changed your hair, didn't try anything too new- and when you did; you always asked him for his advice first. He loved the way he counted your every heartbeat when you laid on him, letting him card his fingers through the ends of your hair- even if they got a bit tangled; careful to not tug on any knots. Seeing the smile on your face at the favorite of your foods he cooked every day, the same thing every week unless you asked him to- grinning ear to ear and happily eating his homecooked food with other components.

So the day you died, he didn't understand. He did everything correctly, looked over every bit of his journal and schedule- nothing could've called for the sudden stop of your heart. The nurses and doctors said they did everything to help, but he didn't believe it. He kept you healthy as if you were his pet, the house littered half with his "research" about you- some crumpled from his mourning grip on them late at night. You were the reason he stopped. He couldn't take the loss in his own field, to his best work.. You. He couldn't stand seeing the hallucinations of you coming down the stairs in his white blouse that he wore to his graduation, before disappearing when we placed a plate in front of you. He lived like this for so long, before he couldn't take it anymore.

Thank you guys for being so patient again. I decided to post this now considering I will have to be moving and I'll be getting off of school next week!

How Do They Decode?

Just a little question I mused about for the survivors today.

“Gee, these machines don’t seem to be holding up very well. How can we help them along, so we can GET OUT before they GIVE OUT?”

In other words, the way I see it, ciphers could process on their own, but the issue is that they’re in terrible shape. So, to get them working again, we have three options, one for each side of the cipher a character can use!

Front. Decoding Manually. Who Needs a Glorified Typewriter to Calculate for You?

Emily, Freddy, Lucky Guy, Kurt, Tracy, Helena, Fiona, Margaretha, Eli, Aesop, Norton, Patricia, Jose, Victor, Luca, Melly, Edgar, Ada, Orpheus, Memory, Luchino, Frederick, Alice, Evelyn

Side. Adjusting and Fixing. Just Keep This Hunk of Junk from Falling Apart, and Let Electricity Do the Rest!

Emma, Lucky Guy, Servais, Naib, Tracy, Vera, Kevin, Eli, Norton, Jose, Demi, Luca, Anne, Orpheus, Joker, Qi, Charles, Matthias, Florian

Back. Beat the Cipher Like it Stole Your Lunch Money. Why Not?

Andrew, Memory, Kreacher, Lucky Guy, Naib, William, Vera, Kevin, Norton, Murro, Patricia, Mike, Edgar, Ganji, Emil, Luchino, Lily, Matthias, Florian

A few commentaries:

-Memory is just a child, so in practice she doesn’t know much about these ciphers and will resort to just kinda shaking and smacking them. However, she’s also a creation from Orpheus’s mind, so his education and inclinations show up in her too sometimes, and this is when she’ll type and calculate.

-Helena has memorized a keyboard layout, but doesn’t exactly know what each part on the cipher does and isn’t violent enough to be smacking at it, so she only types.

-Aesop isn’t the best typer, but he doesn’t like getting his hands covered in the cipher’s grease nor does he want any bruises from roughhousing it.

-Lucky Guy is highly adaptable and can fill in wherever he’s needed on a cipher. Norton is similar, though he does prefer adjusting from the side to typing.

-Luchino is primarily a typer, but sometimes, when his stress is high enough or he’s used enough of that serum, his instincts take over and he rages on the ciphers a bit. -Andrew, William, Murro, and Emil have no clue what these machines are or how they work, just that they NEED to work. And you know what? Beating the fuckall out of them seems to be doing the trick well enough.

The bell had rung minutes ago, indicating the dismissal of classes. Rei was in his usual place performing his duty. No one bothered to loiter around the library after school.

As always, the room was filled with silence. Not even his steps could be heard nor the sounds of students chattering around. But even with all the tranquility given, his thoughts plague with the very same thing. The very same matter that had taken a toll on him.

What did he do to make this happen? Why was Eli distancing himself away from him? Did he upset him? Did he do something wrong? He doesn't know, and it continues to haunt him to this day. It's sickening. He hates it. Why is he letting this affect him?

Maybe he shouldn't have trusted that man to begin with. Was this a punishment? A lesson to learn? A joke? A lie? Were his actions never sincere? Was he too stupid to let his guard down?? Even liking him more than that??!

Their face twists into a scowl. The fact that their entire friendship was being completely thrown away just like that twitches his eyebrows. He's mad- mad that he refused to take action, mad that you refused to spit something back to him.

With all the storm taking up his mood, they didn't realize that they had wandered too far just from pondering too much. Just when Rei turns to a corner, he freezes in place as a lump catches his throat.

Eli?????

The very familiar student stands before them, placing a book back to its own place. Did they forget to tidy this area? He doesn't remember, but that's not the thing, Eli is right in front of him.

He was fixated on his little task, and took out another one after doing so. On the other hand, Rei was frozen on the other side, his body suddenly felt wayy heavier than before.

The sounds of pages shuffling against each other accompanied the silence between them. Has Eli noticed them yet? Should he approach him? Of course, damn it!! This is his chance!! And maybe his last for fuck's sake. He has to move, move!!!

With a gulp of anxiety, Rei reaches out an arm, a shaky one to be precise. And places it on the other one's shoulder, who was actually aware of their presence long ago.

Eli turns to his side, acting surprised to see his so-called friend. He could see the desperation in his eye, a silent yet intense look of hopelessness within it.

The boy opens his mouth, only to feel like his breath caught up into his throat. He's finally looking at you— acknowledging your presence! Why are you suddenly acting like this?!

"E-El...i..?" They force out, feeling the urge to cough after uttering a simple name.

Eli only hums in response, he was slightly surprised. He knew that he was close to Rei but didn't actually expect for him to have the courage to strike a conversation.

Rei's breath hitched upon earning a reply. He was desperate for any forms of interaction that a wave of relief washed through them just by receiving the bare minimum. Tears well up in their eyes, that was it. That was enough for him to break down in front of Eli.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry for everything.. I'm sorry for what I did— I-I'm sorry..! I'm so sorry—!"

He clings onto him so tight, fearing that he might let go and leave him again at any moment.

This wasn't the first time Rei had broken their composure and slipped away their self-control, yet Eli couldn't help but be taken aback by the scene. He has never seen Rei in this state before.

And it's all because of him, too. This all started because of his resentful attitude. He wanted what's best for Rei. It was purely an act for their sake, he didn't want to be a burden to them. After all, he's nothing but a bad influence.

Their voice was muffled under Eli's uniform, but he could make out a few apologies and hiccups from all the crying. Rei's actions were childish, impulsive, and completely a random burst of emotions. But what else could he do after all the repressed feelings he had endured for weeks?

Then they kissed. It was passionate like you asked. Gay too.

"Wha.."

"Actions speak louder than words, right?"

And they made out.

art trade

Hi! can i request nikolai, dazai and tecchou when their s/o trips infront of them?

OHMYGOD MY FAV BOYS AHAHAHAHAHH SURE!! (and thank you for the request!!! I truly deeply madly appreciate it! ♡)

Tripping in front of them - headcanons

pairings... gn!reader x Dazai, Nikolai, Tetchou

fluff! - short scenarios

I apologize for any mistakes in advance - english is not my first language!

Hope you enjoy! xx

Dazai Osamu

Dazai would take every chance to flirt with you. Even when you scratch your limbs on the concrete. Not-so-secretly he finds it very cute when you're clumsy around him.

It was a long day at the ADA; you had to stay overtime in the office until late at night. Dazai accompanied you until you finished all the paperwork and insisted on walking you home. 

“But I live near the office, it’s gonna be fine on my own, Dazai!” You mentioned when he accompanied you in the opposite direction where he lived. 

“I can’t let a pretty lad’ walk alone at night!” he laughed your independence off. “And even though Yokohama is really pretty at night, it is also very dangerous. So! It’s my pleasure to walk my precious colleague home under the moonlight.”

You sighed, but a warm smile appeared in the corner of your mouth. You were walking in peaceful silence next to each other. The moon was so bright, you couldn’t help but stare at it. A few meters later, you stepped on your own shoelace, and in the blink of an eye, you faced the ground very closely. 

“Y/N!” After you heard Dazai loudly say your name, you felt your knees and elbows burning from pain. 

“Ouch, ouch, ouch.” you hissed. Dazai was on his knees beside you, helping you sit up. 

“Oh my, belladonna! I know I’m handsome, but you shouldn’t take falling for me so literally.” He leaned in close to get a good, clear look at your scars. “And also inviting me over this way, very cunning…” 

“What are you talking about?” Suddenly, he lifted you up bridal-style in his arms and continued walking to your home.

Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai is really careful around you - especially when you're not sober. Of course, he jokes around a lot and all, but he won't risk hurting you. Not on purpose at least. Mostly he tries to keep you safe when you're around him.

“I can walk on my own, Kolya! I only drank two beers!” You tried to avoid the fact that you hadn’t eaten all day - so alcohol was like the hammer to the head of a nail. “Okay, then what about a quiz?” his hands were under his cloak, and suddenly a gentle hand tugged your hair behind your ear. You tried to keep it cool and rolled your eyes, but your face couldn't lie - it turned a light shade of pink from the gentle movement. 

“Mhmm, mmhmm, lemme hear it.” You mumbled while concentrating hard on your footsteps.

“That’s the spirit, dove! Okay, so tell me, what is something that always runs but never stops?” he eagerly looked at you; his shoulders almost touching yours. 

You were thinking hard, humming to yourself. “The train? Mmm, no-no, it stops at the stations.. hmm… hmm… the rain? No, no, it usually stops sooner or later…” 

He giggled while looking at your thoughtful face; Nikolai found it pretty attractive how seriously you took his question. You were so deep in your thoughts that you accidentally tripped on an outstanding cobblestone. The next moment you opened your eyes, strong arms were wrapped around your whole body, and your face was buried in Nikolai’s chest. 

His heartbeat was loud and fast. “Heart.” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Huh?” Nikolai loosened his arms a bit to look at your face. 

“Heart. I said, the answer is heart.” You felt your face heat up from this unexpected intimacy. The confusion and worry disappeared from Nikolai’s face and were replaced with a tender smile.

“Correct, doll, correct.” 

Tetchou Suehiro

Tetchou is as clumsy as you. But hey, at least he tried! From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to protect you from falling, at least. Maybe he was just too hungry to think properly.

“I can’t believe we’ve gotten lost…” You let out a long sigh and tip-toed to the sky, trying to get signal to check your GPS. “Furthermore, we’re in the middle of nowhere...” 

“I told you I could cut those trees—” Tecchou placed his hand on his sword, hoping you changed your mind. 

“No! No damage to the forest!” You shook your head in disbelief; even the thought of doing something so brutal to these trees made you pissed. 

“Okay, okay, just an idea if you’ll get bored or hungry or both.” The very same moment he finished the sentence, his stomach growled loudly.

You suddenly turned in his direction and wanted to scold him, but your feet got stuck in something and you tripped. You already saw your destiny in your mind: landing among the leaves and twigs on the ground. Instead of this unpleasant scenario, when you opened your eyes, your face was lying on a muscular chest. You glanced up and saw Tetchou looking at you, worried as hell. His uniform hat was somewhere beside your body. 

“Huh?” Suddenly, you realized what position you are in with him right now. A rosy blush spread along your cheeks. 

“Sorry, I… I wanted to catch you, but… my feet got stuck in something…” He scratched his head in embarrassment. You both lay there for a few more moments before he helped you stand up. 

A yellow leaf was hanging from Tetchou’s messed up hair. “Hey.” You placed his hat back on his head and took the leaf out at the same time. “Thank you.” 

Aaaah it was so fun to write! Thanks a lot again for this request! ♡

my matthias just had been running with bear toy pet and detective plushie and I thought it is quit suitable

and why stories of many characters in idv somehow connected with fire

how do u think one would go about getting in a relationship with Andrew/Matthias 👁️ a lot of patience no doubt but i wanna hear ur BEAUTIFUL thoughts 💋 love how u write everyone tbh u have such a good grasp of IDV characters and their personalities

You HAVE to be friends with them first.

Andrew and Matthias are top contenders for requiring the most patience for building a genuine relationship our of all the survivors, and for both of them it's due to trauma and trust issues. Neither of them trust people to value them, and are always waiting for the dime to drop. One day they'll almost round a corner and hear you complaining about them to a friend, saying how ugly they are, how much you're annoyed by them, how so-and-so is much better to be around.... And you'd have to pry and admission of that concern out of their cold, perma-dead hands. So the only way to combat this is with time and a genuine friendship as a foundation.

They're both the type to fall for a friend, for the above reasons and more. You've always been pretty/handsome, sure, but you can admire a sculpture without wanting to take it home. Its a kind, patient, and understanding heart that they value the most. If you've got the patience for this, the manor will give you the time, and one day they'll open up.