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GANJI GUPTA HEADCANONS.

( batter ) aka GANJI GUPTA.

TW: MY H/C’s 😨 , this layout is giving cheese , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

Who is Ganji Gupta? And how do you know him? As a friend, a loved one, or as a nobody?

*manor au where they are trapped inside.

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GANJI GUPTA, also known as the manor's one and only Batter, acts as a lone wolf. He most likely won’t start conversations and will keep his answers short. Though, it’s just another barrier he puts up out of the need for protection. He doesn’t know who he can confide in here and, in his eyes, everyone seems to be another untrustworthy person out for their wants and needs. That’s all that they are sized down to at the beginning.

GANJI GUPTA struggles with being alone, at least, less than most others. He has experience with the feeling, but everyone caves eventually. He, on the other hand, can withstand it for quite some time.

GANJI GUPTA who, after quite some time, starts to warm up a bit more to the manor inhabitants. Realizing that it’s better not to hold any grudges if you’re going to be stuck here for all eternity.

GANJI GUPTA enjoys the company of others most when they play cricket with him. It doesn’t even matter if they’re good or not, he finds the act endearing and appreciates it more than anyone could imagine.

GANJI GUPTA would need a partner who takes things slow with him. Someone who understands that he (sometimes) has his moments, and will give him the time and space to sort through them. That might mean leaving your side for a while or hitting some cricket balls as far as he possibly can, imagining that all his anger flies away with it.

               ↳ However, there are moments where neither of these things can help him and he needs you instead. Help him to breathe again, and talk him through it instead. Distract his mind from thinking about why he was so upset in the first place. Just, don’t treat him like a child.

GANJI GUPTA who can’t help but feel jealous as you laugh and joke around with the others. There’s a part of him that sometimes wishes he too could enjoy the company of the rest but is too shy to say it. Although, if you happen to pick up on it, grab his hand and pull him into the conversation. He’ll find the flow, eventually.

GANJI GUPTA also hates the pit of spitefulness that pools in the bottom of his stomach when he notices someone else flirting with you. He goes red in the face with his arms crossed and looks furious. The Batter can’t seem to grasp how other people aren’t yet aware of your relationship and is quick to wrap an arm around your waist and come up with some lossy excuse to pull you away elsewhere.

↳ You can't help but whine a bit as the Batter pulls you away. You had a friendly conversation going on with the “Prisoner”, what’s the matter? As you continue your complaining, it dawns on Ganji that, you hadn’t realized he’d been trying to court you the entire time.

GANJI GUPTA will always use his last cricket ball to benefit you in a match. Whether it’s to save you from your third chair or to help prolong your kite, he never hesitates to use it for your sake. He’s gotten some rather harsh comments on it before, but he just ignores them and carries on with his day.

GANJI GUPTA deals with frequent night terrors that wake the both of you up. He’s quick to apologize, brushing it off as if it were nothing. Unfortunately, the tears in his eyes give him away. You don’t ask what they were about, and you probably shouldn’t for now. All he wants is to fall asleep in your embrace with the reminder that you’re here. That you are alive.

note: you thought I was gonna post that painter fic? erm whattttt? why would you ever think that???? that’s so weird what….

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May I ask for some yandere Headcanon with Andrew and an SO that has been kidnapped ?

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Yeah I’m doin sorta okay- allergies are kicking my ass rn. Considering adding some new fandoms to the masterlist, dunno tho. Anyway- hope you’re all well:)

-Despite appearances, Andrew isn’t as aggressive n shit as people stereotype him to be, but he also isn’t some boy who needs to be babied. He’s a grown man with issues, but has a damn heart for fucks sake.

-Andrew wouldn’t treat his abducted darling harshly, if anything, he’d feel guilty for what he’d done. But he knows it’s already too late to turn back at that point either way.

-Because of this, don’t expect much talking for him for awhile. It’s mostly just mumbled apologies and avoiding eye contact when he brings some food to your room or something, but that’s about it. Eventually, once he tries getting over the guilt of taking you away, he’ll start thinking about delusional possibilities for the future.

-He’ll warm up eventually. Greet you, try to smile a little and touch your hand when giving you something. Things like that. Thought, as stated before, he isn’t a man to be babied. Don’t think he’s some soft fool that’ll roll over for you with a snap of your fingers. He knows what he wants, and that’s a relationship with you. He plans to get that one way or another.

-He wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you, but he’s definitely had to leave the room a few times in fits of anger because of your insults and behavior. But, he quickly turns around and comes back soon enough with a hesitant smile on his face, writing it off as you being in a mood that day.

-I don’t think Andrew would ever turn to violence. He’s not that type of man. But, he isn’t against manipulation, making you think you want and need him, just as he does with you. It may start with simple things, like guilt tripping you about his childhood, for one. But also taking advantage of your isolation, saying that you need him with you.

-He’s a strong man, I wouldn’t suggest trying to fight and flee. If anything, you’ll just worry him. This man dug up and carried coffins for a living, he’s clearly not weak. But as stated before- he wouldn’t hurt you. Just a little restraining you until you tire out should do the trick.

Intro☆

-He/They

-Request (Open)

-Possibility Autistic

-Basic DNI

-IDV Characters I Write For-

＃HOMICIPHER !! ♡ — DWELLING, ROTTING, SURVIVING (MR CRAWLING X READER).

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You found yourself pressed against a cold, damp wall in what you could only assume was a room close to the belly of this labyrinth-like building. Breaths came in shallow, frightened gasps as the lights overhead flickered ominously, like they were trying to warn you of impending danger. . . Danger that you felt sting your chest like needles poking through your skin. The oppressive silence surrounding you was broken only by your intakes of air and the soft, almost imperceptible sound of something —or someone— (or maybe a mixture of the two, in this God-forsaken place) nearby.

Squinting into the gloom, a familiar shape emerged from the dark hallway, slipping into the room with you and pausing in the doorway. You felt relief take hold of you.

Mr Crawling. . .

That, of course, likely wasn’t his real name, but you didn’t speak in the language of clicks, noises, and chirp-like sounds that he did, and he didn’t speak with your tongue either. It was for that reason in particular that you’d bludgeoned his head with a crowbar not long ago, to which he sulked in a corner, bleeding and whining, and you were left to feel terrible for hurting the first entity that had tried to go out of his way to show you true empathy in a way you understood.

Apologizing didn’t even begin to feel like enough. Probably because you were at least ninety percent sure he didn’t understand what you were saying anyway. Helping him with the wound perhaps made it slightly better. . . But also not really, because even now as he skims across the ground to where you are, there’s a sense of guilt that weighs heavy on your heart.

Pale, grey-skinned and moving like any non-human mammal of sorts, his face is mostly obscured by the long, stringy black hair that falls in vine-like, clumped strands all the way to the floor from his hunched position. There’s an unsettling, animalistic grace to the way he approaches, but you don’t flinch this time when he puts the flat of his cold palm against the crown of your head, as if trying to soothe your breathing. All of that initial fear has been replaced by a strange comfort of sorts, and you look up at him, thankful for his presence now more than ever.

He tilts his head, as if listening for something, and you watch him warily with the same crowbar clutched in your fist. A part of you felt bad carrying it around like that with his blood still smeared on it, but here, you knew it was foolish to venture around without a weapon of some sort. Not protecting yourself for the sake of his feelings was, unfortunately, not an option as far as you were concerned, but thankfully he didn’t seem to have any opinion on the matter.

“Mr Crawling,” you whisper softly, reaching out to take his hand into your own.

He seemed to really respond to physical touch, and if language was always going to get in the way, you figured it was best to bridge the gap in another manner. This was the next best thing you could think of.

His head raises, and you suppose he’s trying to meet your gaze, though you can’t see his eyes through the mess of his hair.

“I need to understand you,” you say.

Ironically, that’s a bit of a hopeless endeavor in this sort of environment. It’s not like you have all the time in the world to pick up a new, completely unrelated language to yours while fighting for your life. Still. . . Gesturing had been helpful previously, especially for directions. The hooded figure you ran into first was quick to point around, that severed hand that had guided you for a bit was just as poignant in that area, and the silver-haired entity with a blindfold over his eyes had also tried to communicate with you in that sense as well. So why couldn’t you do it vice-versa?

“Me,” you point to yourself, “you,” you point to him.

He stared blankly for a moment, then seemed to come to an understanding. His had retracted from your head to point at himself, then to you, a clicking noise coming from the back of his throat. You smile. It was a small victory amongst a series of devastating losses, but you were keen on taking it and running with it as far as you could stretch it.

“Okay,” you breathe, talking more to yourself than to him. “Let’s try this then. . .”

Feeling a surge of determination, you touch your stomach and then mime eating.

“Hungry. Eat.”

At this point, you were still too anxious to have an appetite, but you knew you’d need food eventually. You were hoping he’d be able to help you with that somehow. Up until this point, you hadn’t seen any evidence of there being food around here, —no containers, boxes, or wrappings, but he seemed to understand your gestures and mimicked you; sitting back on his knees to rub his stomach through his filthy t-shirt, then nibbling on an imaginary item.

He looks back to you, as if seeking approval. You smile, hoping he understands that to be a sign of good will, then nod your head to drive home the association. Beneath his swath of hair, he smiles too, and you catch a glimpse of his eyes through the curtain of black strands; dark and thoughtful.

“Good,” you murmur, feeling slightly relieved. 

If nothing else, this was progress. You spend a while longer trying to communicate basic needs and warnings: things like yes, no, stop, come, drinking, sleeping, and a thank you in the way of patting his head. You’re not sure he understood the depth of it by any means, but he did seem to enjoy it. . . Like a puppy. The thought made you smile genuinely and absentmindedly, if only for a moment. The clicks and chirps he makes are mostly lost on you, but the noises are comforting nonetheless. This rudimentary bridge of understanding soothes you just a little, and you find yourself feeling very thankful that he’s here in the first place.

He has your face cupped in his hands now, as if he’s inspecting you. . . Or perhaps admiring? That is, until you feel his body tense and all his little sounds abruptly come to a halt. A small growl reverberates from the back of his throat and his wide smile droops into a frown. Suddenly, he’s roughly dragging you along, tugging urgently on your arms, to which you comply and follow along with him, scooting across the floor until you reach a shadowed alcove. You hadn’t even noticed it before, but he seems to know his way around this place like the back of his cold, grey hand.

He covers your mouth for a moment, then shakes his head. You cover your mouth, take your hand away, then shake your head no, just to ensure to him that you’ve understood. He pats your head then crouches in front of you, using his own body as a makeshift shield for yours. His long, spindly arms cage you against the wall. Fear rises inside you once again, though not because of him and his actions. Rather, the faint, rhythmic thuds of footsteps have begun reverberating through the hall just outside, and you recognize the harrowing pattern they click in.

Mr Scarletella.

You encountered him once before and felt every hair on your body stand on end. The way he moved through the halls with a menacing flow that sounded almost eerily melodic, and the strange, unsettling red glow that seemed to exude off him that nearly drew you in like a moth to a flame. The steps echoed off the walls of the building and your heart began to hammer against your ribs. Mr Crawling moved closer as he came into view through the doorway that lacked any actual door to close, his long, black hair tickling your nose ever so softly. Dressed in scarlet and carrying his ever-present umbrella, you decide quite readily that you’ve seen enough, closing your eyes and focusing on the cool feel of Mr Crawling’s skin, on his musky scent (like mildew and a bit of rot, which isn’t necessarily pleasant, but it’s not like he can really help it down here.)

Though you’re no longer watching, the entity dripping in scarlet moves with an unsettling, almost predatory grace, glancing about the corridors as if he’s searching for something. Or someone.

Once again, Mr Crawling presses closer to you. Now, you’re able to feel the way his body trembles with fear, and you realize that he’s just as terrified as you are, though you can’t tell if that fear is for himself, for you, or for both of you at once. And it’s not like you can ask. Still, you open your eyes just long enough to look up at him, Mr Scarletella in your peripheral as you force a smile and touch the crown of Mr Crawling’s head, offering what little comfort you can. He still quivers, but seems to appreciate the gesture, though he doesn’t risk a happy chirp.

The danger passes as the man in scarlet disappears down the hallway, then turns the corner. You let out a silent sigh of relief and Mr Crawling relaxes after several moments of continued tension, finally going limp and releasing you from against the wall. He slumps onto his knees, which seems to be his most comfortable position, and he looks at you clearly through the darkness. In that moment, it feels like you’ve understood one another perfectly. 

“Thank you,” you whisper sincerely, though you know he can’t really understand you.

You’re just hoping the gratitude comes across somehow, but at the risk that it won’t, you touch your chest over top of where your heart’s still beating like a drum, then touch his chest in the same place. It dawns on you that you don’t feel a heartbeat at all, and you almost pull your hand away. . . But something stops you. Something that says even if you’re right and he’s something less (or more) than human, —it doesn’t matter as much as the kindness he’s shown you. So your hand lingers until you softly pull away.

He grabs your cheeks again and holds them delicately.

Can I ask you for hc on victor and eli pining over the same person? gender neutral if possible!

Of course, glad to have an ask! Sorry for the long wait.

VICTOR AND ELI PINING OVER THE SAME PERSON - HEADCANONS

First of all, let's talk a bit about those two's personalities.

While I agree with some of the fanon headcanons of the community, there are also some things that are too far from canon for my liking.

Victor, in my opinion, is quite a guy I must say. This man worked for a gang in the past, enter a burning building to save people, after that he also tried to hide from the gangsters' eyes while doing his job, what a chad. The man simple entered the game because that was the first letter he had ever been received, not because of money, wishes or anything else.

"Scoptophobia, Socially Awkward, Kind-hearted, Quiet", those are the 4 offical traits of him. But I would also like to add a bit of my thoughts about Mr. Postman myself. Even tho he is socially awkward, Victor is not scared to step up if needed, since he is also kind-hearted. It may take a while to gain his trust, but when you have gained it, he's going to stay with you till the end, especially after the dead of the policeman - the past owner of Wick, also the person you may considered as Victor's past friend. I see him as the "ride-or-die" homie and can cause a stir if necessary.

Victor believes in the "sincerity carried by written words" (Character Release) and has always been mesmerized by the expressions of the recipients receiving the messages, the man is the type to write his crush love letters, or just letters in general. Carefully conveyed all of his thoughts about you, he writes his feeling down then sealed it nicely. Victor Granz may looks quite small (I believe he is 170cm?), but he sure has some strength and can knock an average person out.

This chad believes in letter, and if letters can not solve the problem, than his action shall speaks louder than those words.

For Eli, this might be a lil bit shocking (?), but according to his birthday letter in 2021, Eli a cautious man with abnormally high self-esteem. He also desires fame and fortune, due to his poor class in the society. Some may say that Eli came to the manor for money reason, but in fact, his finances problem only plays a part of it, the real reason he came to the manor is to repent of his sin - breaking a seer's oath. His 2021 birthday letter also stated that he is "a so-called "seer" who knows nothing", so I picture him as some one who looks nice and polite outside, but is actually pretty arrogant inside. It is confirmed that he is 21, and since 21 is still a young adult, I couldn't really see him having that wise and nice aura people usually think of.

Eli, growing up with the ability to forseen the future, is used to avoiding annoying people, and of course he's going to take a small pride in it. Even though Eli appears as a nice and understanding man, he actually is short-tempered and sometimes has a passive agressive reaction towards some situations. You cannot tell me that this man doesn't suffering from stress.

But, since his first step into this place, Eli has matured, by all means. I'm not going to erase Gertrude here since she is one of the reason for Eli's development. According to his 2020 birthday letter, it seems like he has learn to accept god's will, even tho the next year letter showed that he's still struggling to make it out, turned out his effort is the cause of his "demise". This is interesting, if you look at this piece of info in a “x reader” kind of way, Eli is just like a flower that’s still blooming, and by having a crush, the seer will be more mature day by day to be the best version of himself. Now, if you notice, Eli with a crush definitely get better quicker than a seer without one.

Eli is not a social butterfly, I see him as an ambivert who only speak to people when it is necessary. He is also not fond of cursing other out, but he will definitely raises his voice, this man's ability revolves around gaining rage, how can he be a soft boy?

Now, let's get to the lovey dovey part.

I assume that if Victor and Eli both falling for the same time, then Victor will be the first one to make a move, since he doesn't have a fiancée back home.

Eli, in the other hand, know that he has fallen for you sooner than the Postman, but it will take him sometime to actually do something. He has a fiancée back home, and as a loyal faithful man, he will feel extremely guilty if he actually catches feeling for someone. Please give this man some times to make up his mind.

When Eli has finally made up his mind, then everyday is going to be interesting for you. Every time you got matched with those two, you got yourself two bodyguards who silently panicked if the hunter is near you. Owls, letters get sent perfectly, and they help you a lot if you are kiting/decoding/rescuing. They go all the way to support you, sometimes even sacrifice themselves for you. If they can, they wouldn’t let you do the rescue or contain the hunter, they’d rather did that, even if you are a rescuer or a container. They will do absolutely anything for you in their abilities, but of course, not throwing matches away.

Eli and Victor, both are not the type to fall in love at first sight. To win those two’s heart, you will have to start at friend and then moving forward. Maybe being good at interact with animals will help you a lot in gaining their attraction. They fall on the quiet side of the survivors, tho Eli is pretty good at small talk and Victor just doesn’t find speaking intriguing to him.

Eli, who is more socially active than Victor, will try to court you in a traditional way. Open the door for you, pulling seats, small compliment that will get you through the day,... Now, that’s his way to go. But since he has to rely on his owl to see things, Eli sometimes messes up for a bit, but that just add more to his charm, I guess? A bit of wise combine with the youthful, pretty arrogant spirit, a new breeze.

Definitely use his vision to impress you, like pulling you away from tripping yourself, predicting hunter’s movement in the match or just, predicting in general. Small flexing, acts of service and small talks. Eli is a great person to talk to if you want to have a piece of advice, to rant to or just a company in general.

He defintely treats you higher than the other with his religious background. Of course not as much as worshipping you, but a lil bit higher. But if he notice that you feel uncomfortable with this, he will defo toned it down. This man sees his crush in the manor like the light at the end of the tunnel, so expect him to treat you with the most tender hands and words. You light up his day every single time, just seeing your smile makes him feels like he’s on cloud nine. Maybe a bit of stalking you with his owl, sometimes you will see Brook Rose sitting in your eyesight. The owl surprises you, but not in a creepy way of course.

Mr. Clark sometimes will let you pet with Brook Rose, and I highly recommend it because the feathers are really soft. The owl sometimes bring you little trinkets like flowers, or some nice shiny rocks.

Now, for Victor, this man is sure a quiet guy, so different from Eli, Victor will try to gain your love in a more subtle way (welll, Eli’s way is not that flashy to be honest). Will send you anonymous gifts and letters, put them in front of your room's door, and of course, nicely decorated. Your in-match letters will be a lil bit longer compare to others' letters with more thoughts in it. Support you the best he can, defintely try to pull off a detention rescue before.

A nice company to have, especially if you like to read or playing with small animals. I firmly believe that Victor is pretty good at choosing books and knows how to take care of small animals, Wick is a prime example of this. Probably fond of light-hearted stories, and since the day he has a crush on you, Victor has found a new joy in romance novel, he sincerely hope that one day, he will able to act out a scene from those sappy stories with you.

Mr. Grantz’s dog, Wick, loves you. This baby boy sometimes lingers at your feet a lil bit longer before going to back to his owner in matches. In you guys’ free time, Wick is usually found by Victor’s side or taking a nap beside your feet. This puppy likes to play fetch with you and Victor, and he unironically becomes Victor’s wingman. If he accidentally leads the hunter to you, both Wick and Victor will be panicking to the state that the poor postman will continuously apologizes. He's sure to see that accident as a grave mistake, not only he failed his teammate as a supporter, but also causing troubles for his one and only love.

The offical information said that Victor can do anything pretty well except for socialising, so if you need help in any aspects, he’ll sure lend you a hand. Victor is not really good at comforting tho, but he makes sure to hear your problem and calm you down. Candy you ask? Here you are. A blanket? Sure. Victor is quick on his feet, anything you ask for will be delivered to you in a blink of eye. Wick also stays by your side and comforta you his best the whole time.

Now, for the tension between those 2 man, I would say it’s not that bad. Even tho Eli is easier to be jealous, he’s a nice guy and won’t do anything bad to the postman. Victor will also try to set this as a fair play, too. Boths are pacifist, so rivaling in peace, I guess.

Now, who would you choose in the end?

game 10 silly doodles

If this is true this is absolutely nuts. I saw a book with a similar title on Amazon and a review on one of the authors other books about mushrooms saying it’s ai generated so it might be true. Jesus Christ.

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.