#guiltburied ― 𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 Independent & selective N.ORTON C.AMPBELL from I.DENTITY V written by Smol (+18;she/her). For my own comfort, please do not follow if you are under 18. Rules under read more !
SELECTIVE & MUTUALS only.
VERY HIGHLY SPORADIC ACTIVITY. My attention wanders all over the place so this blog will remain as low acitvity, If this isn´t ur cup of tea then I would advice to consider again following.
I am not an expert historian! so I (politely) ask u to pls understand if in any case I happen to not be aware of certain things, it´s due to that (*꒦ິㅂ꒦ີ) Do please correct me in a respectful manner
mun & muses are +18
Not affiliated with any fandom.
Duplicates & crossover friendly !!
If you are not aware of i.dentity v as a franchise or the game itself, pls do not feel scared of interacting! there is no need to have prior knowledge about the universe where my muses comes from, and if you have any questions i’m always happy to answer !
Alongside this post, please do not assume or dictate me how to write my own muse, this has happened before and it makes me very uncomfortable (*꒦ິㅂ꒦ີ)
Due to his character, this blog will remain as Fewship & very HIGHLY selective. I´m more inclined to ship with friends / people i know / people I can click OOC wise more, yet if you are interested in developing something between our muses, be it platonic or romantic, I am certainly not against that if the chemistry is present ! Aside this, i will not ship with underaged muses, aged up muses nor with underaged muns.
muse does not equal mun & I do not condone my muse´s actions.
And that´s it! apologies if any of these sounded harsh, let´s just respecc each other and have fun! thank u for dropping by!
ROSEMARYLCVE: “The unheard are doomed to be slaughtered, like fish in a net.” It was only after grasping this harsh truth that Grace took up her harpoon.
independent, private, highly selective idv multi-mise. written by Quinn!
@guiltburiedㅤㅤ―ㅤㅤ"So. lovely day isn’t it?“ As if 4 ciphers left to go and everyone injured was an indication of a good day. Tied to the rocket chair, Norton begins to whistle for a couple of seconds as to fill in the silence lingering between them- that is of course until he decides to speak once again; "Y'know, I have this feeling I might be your favorite, however- shouldn’t you… I don’t know, go work with your cameras or something? Maybe what you need is to go take a seat on the church ! your knees will thank you certainly” he is def not trying to talk his way out of this one-
joseph would say that camping was one of his better traits, in comparison to how difficult it was for him to chase survivors around the map. once a survivor was on the chair, all he had to do was take a photo and prevent their mirror self from being rescued, and they would be incapacitated once more in no time. there was the matter of his camera needing time before another photo could be taken, however, which leads him to quietly pacing back and forth in front of the prospector’s chair whilst occasionally glancing at the nearest camera.
aside from the occasional heavy breath from the photographer, (his age was a factor, regardless of whether or not he looked it.) he was generally silent.
face - cracked like porcelain - only glances towards the survivor once he speaks after his original greeting. it’s unsurprising how the prey has become used to being hunted, but that makes it lose much of the spark for joseph. at this point, his job is performed only out of necessity, rather than a genuine will to do so.
an eyebrow is raised with norton’s words, and after another last look at his camera to see if it has returned to usable state, (it has not) he decides to humor the other man.
“ oui, it would be a great idea to leave you unsupervised whilst i wander off to do god knows what, wouldn’t it be? it would be wonderful to allow one of your teammates to come over and help you and perhaps jeopardize myself a flawless victory. ”
though it seems no survivor was coming anyway, not that he blamed them. four ciphers left, and with his cameras slowing progress, it would make sense to focus on doing more decoding. assuming that no one will show up before he can take another photo, joseph leans against the rocket chair’s side, and admires his sabre absentmindedly.
“ i’m sure you know, monsieur campbell, that i will have plenty of time to rest in my room back at the manor once this match is over and done with. i would like to get it over with as quickly as possible with this in mind. surely you understand~? ”
❝ ...... Goddamnit. —No, not now Mr. cameraman- ❞ Wait a moment....... Mr.... Cameraman...? Did this bastard just—!? ❝ Fuck—! ❞ A miscalibration immediately follows by and Norton lifts his arms to protect his face, however the surprise was so big that it manages to make him practically jump backwards and trip over with his very own shoes-
This bastard...!! He knew this was too good to be true—! as if these damn machines didn’t make it hard enough already! Falling right on his ass, Norton quickly looks up at the phantom-like figure standing in front of him, whom to his own distaste, appeared to be a little too amused by his reaction. With the sound of his own loud heartbeats misguiding his thoughts, Norton attempts his best to quickly gain his focus, however as much as he wanted the tables to be back at his favor, it doesn’t really take a genius to realize that..... He was pretty much screwed; or more precisely speaking, he was exactly one hit away from getting fully knocked out.
How lovely !
❝ —Did you seriously come all the way here to take a photo of silly ol’ me? Man... I suddenly don’t know whether to feel complimented or terrified— you should really go check that obsession with surprises that you have- y’know, just advice; from pal to pal .❞
@hiiracth said ; ” I’m on a complete new level of becoming insane. “
❝ So i´m not the only one huh-- ❞ Norton replies with a sigh as he allows for his back to rest against one of the battled walls of red church. This was beyond, one of the most tiredsome games he has been a part of, as having a hunter who could not make up their mind over who to chair, the team of 4 survivors have been keeping on healing each other for god knows how long. How much longer was this supposed to last? Norton could not even think properly anymore as he only had one thing in mind; that it was already way past breakfast and he was begining to feel his stommach grumble in hunger;
Turning his head slightly to the side to see his companion slumped against the same wall, Norton suddenly could not help, but let out a little laugh over Emily´s current messy state, and by leaning a little to his left side, he was able to get hold of her doctor hat that was laying on the ground and place it back on top of her messy hair;
❝ You know, i´m glad i´m not a doctor, but you should take a little rest. You certainly deserve it more than any of us after healing---- ❞ A pause followed by as he began to try counting the amount of times she has healed him and the rest of their teammates on their current match ❝ pfft...~ 6 times aprox. by now ❞
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