#idv andrew

[zastegnushka]

Some new my idv sketches!! 🫶

[malinainbloom]

The silent boatman🤯

[glebbaye]

They so pathetic. I love them.

[31iiiii]

[idledearest]

IDV - My survivor mains because I don't play hunter (i wish i did) 😭

I drew my husbands-- MY MAINS FROM THE HIT GAME IDV!!!11!!11!! also congrats Efron you have the award for most difficult character to draw bc of ur stupid tattered suit, ur stupid thurible, and ur stupid stupid chains >:(( The only hunter i actually play is Evil Reptilian all bc Luchino was my first official main (and my first husband in this game hehe)

my ass is over here picking assist and rescue characters and then i wonder why im always forced to rescue like ok girl u out here acting like u did not just pick the rescue characters dont start crying now 😭

[antoimne]

Consider! Trying to find a Kiss Proof lipstick by kissing Weepy, Andrew, And/Or Matthias with every single lipstick owned Hehe :)

Kiss proof

ahh sorry I took a while but it’s exams season again and I’m a bit tired and also haven’t been playing Idv in some time now (also cause of the boycott) so I’m not really ‘hyper’ abt it currently 😭 anyway I hope you enjoy! Wrote this this morning in class and I’m publishing this now,, I’m super duper tired so sorry it’s its shit 🫩 ALSO first time writing for Matthias woo!!

Tw: gender neutral as usual (adjectives used as so), tiiiiiny suggestive on Andrew’s (literally just mentions of making out).

As much as you enjoyed makeup, finding the right products for you was such a hassle it ruined the whole experience.

It wasn’t only difficult to pick the right shades and textures— you also had to think about durability, of course.

Being out all day long, whether for studying or work— whatever your routine demanded of you— you definitely couldn’t risk looking like a smashed cake by the time you stepped foot back into your house.

Rightfully so, you decided to put all your products to the test: mascara, eyeliner and, most importantly, your lipsticks.

You thought it’d be easy work— simply applying a layer over your lips, finding something to use as a test subject, and finally deciding on the poor pigment’s fate.

But oh, had you been wrong.

Not only did you own so many lipsticks it would’ve taken hours to test them all, but you’d also ignored the most crucial part: what could possibly make a good subject for your little experiment?

Just as despair began to swell inside you, you heard the door to the room you shared with your boyfriend slowly creak open.

Weeping clown 🎭

Joker’s head peeked through the doorway almost shyly. It had been quite a while since you two got together, yet he was still timid, wary, almost tiptoeing around your presence. Of course, deep down, he still couldn’t believe you had actually chosen him— to settle down with, at that!

It was unbelievable.

Getting to see that pretty face of yours every single day.

“Hey, I’m sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing— I just wanted to ask what you wanted for dinner?”

You turned toward him, eyes lighting up as your mind stumbled upon the greatest realization it could’ve possibly had.

“Joker! Of course! Come here!”

He didn’t even get the chance to ask what you meant before you grabbed his hand and pulled him down beside you.

The bed emitted a small thud beneath his weight as he looked at the mess of lipstick tubes scattered across the sheets.

“Oh, you’ve been experimenting with your makeup, dear?”

“Not really. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about going on a whole shopping spree to renew my entire stash”.

“Really? That’s a shame. I think the ones you already have really suit you”.

“You think?”

He hummed softly, taking one of the tubes and twisting the cap open.

Then he leaned closer, gently applying a dark crimson shade over your lips.

“Ah, so beautiful!”

You picked up your pocket mirror to look at yourself.

“This one’s my favorite. Maybe you’re right— I don’t need to throw them all away. I can just sort them out. Want to help?”

“Of course. What can I do?”

“Just… stay still, alright?”

He nodded eagerly, hands resting at his sides as he waited for whatever you had planned.

You studied yourself in the mirror one last time before leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“Ah—! I didn’t know that was part of your plan…” he squeaked, clearly not expecting your sudden affection as you went back looking into the small mirror’s frame.

Your lips had left behind a dark, yet faint stamp where they met his skin, the color still clinging to your mouth surprisingly well.

“Mm. Seems like this one’s staying.”

Then you tried another— a brighter, more vivid red.

This time, you planted a kiss on the tip of his nose.

A much bolder stain remained behind.

“Thank God, I hated this one!” You tossed the lipstick away, landing it perfectly inside the nearby trash can with a metallic clink.

Another lipstick— yet another kiss.

His mouth, the corner of his lips, beneath his eyes.

By the time you finished testing them all, his face was covered in stains; Fainter or intense, a million shades of the same color and countless different pigments all the same. It was honestly a little funny— he looked like the walking canvas of some contemporary art piece.

You giggled at the sight of him.

“Ah, do I amuse you, dear?” He couldn’t help but laugh too after seeing your expression.

“You know, maybe this look actually suits you. You should think about using it for one of your performances”.

“You think?”

“Totally”.

“Well, now that you mention my performances, I should probably sort through my own equipment too. It’s been quite some time…”

“And?” you prompted. You knew exactly where this was going.

“It would only be fair if you returned the favor I so kindly gave you, no?”

“Oh, you are not staining my entire face!” You quickly got up, backing away.

He followed after you, still giggling.

“Oh, don’t be mean! Don’t you love me enough to help me too?”

You kept retreating until your back hit the wardrobe. By then, he had already wrapped his arms around you.

“Nuh-uh! Never!” You slipped out of his grasp almost immediately, darting out the door while laughing.

“Oh, you’re unfair! You’re not getting away with this! Come here, darling!” He ran after you, snatching one of the lipstick tubes on the way out.

Andrew Kreiss 🪏

Andrew’s frame appeared in the doorway as it opened slowly.

“Hey… I’m back from work—”

He cut himself off as you nearly jumped out of your spot on the edge of the bed, the sudden movement making the lip gloss you were applying smear down your chin.

“Andrew! Gosh— you scared me”.

“I’m sorry, lovely. I just wanted to let you know I got out of work early”.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to scream at you” you sighed, grabbing a mirror to inspect the brownish stain trailing down your face.

“That color looks really flattering on you” He walked over and sat beside you, awkward as ever.

It was honestly funny. No matter how much time you spent together, no matter how intimate things became between you, he still behaved as though you had only just started dating— all stiff shoulders and nervous glances.

That’s why it surprised you when he reached out on his own, brushing his thumb over your chin to wipe away the mess he’d accidentally caused.

“I’m sorry I made you waste your lipstick”.

“Oh, it’s not a big deal, don’t worry… actually—”

You moved closer, your breath warm against his face before pressing a kiss against his lips.

He instantly tensed, leaning back while his hands moved to loosen the collar around his neck.

“Uh… I didn’t expect that” he pointed out the obvious, eyes drifting away from yours as he clasped his hands tightly together on his lap.

His pale lips were now stained with the same chestnut shade decorating your own.

“Do you mind? I was actually trying them on to figure out which ones to keep and which ones to throw away, and it turns out your skin is way more comfortable than kissing napkins” you giggled.

“Oh. Well, it’s my pleasure… I can help you, if you want?”

“Well, who am I to refuse when you insist so much?”

He offered you a faint smile before scooting closer again, carefully pushing strands of pale white hair behind his ears to give you more room for whatever you needed to do.

It didn’t take long before his face was completely covered in stains and, honestly, he looked like a complete mess.

Your rather peculiar taste in colors definitely didn’t help.

There were pale violets and electric blues near his temples— he looked as though he’d been beaten up.

Black smudges stained his cheeks. Lip-shaped marks covered his forehead and, above all else, his mouth soon ended up ruined. An incident somewhere along the way— color smeared far beyond the edges of his lips, as if he’d been devoured whole.

But how were you supposed to help yourself?

Whenever you kissed him he got flustered so easily that it only made you want to push him further, tease him past his limits.

You two had ended up fully making out somewhere in the middle of the experiment— a sweet little accident, at least.

Lipsticks had been long forgotten and abandoned on the sheets, some still left half-open.

“Be careful, they’re going to stain the bed!”

“We can clean it later, ’Drew, come on. I still need to finish my test!” You wiped your own mouth, just as messy as his.

“I thought it was over?”

“I just got distracted, that’s all. Come on, don’t quit on me now”.

“You know that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t”he sighed, already bracing himself as you leaned in once again.

Matthias Czernin 🪵

Matthias knocked before walking into your room.

There you were, staring at yourself through a compact mirror while your finger wiped leftover lipstick from your lips. You grunted under your breath, muttering a quiet curse as he watched you silently from the doorway.

Just standing there, taking you in.

You looked beautiful.

If he’d told you that in that moment, you would’ve probably scoffed, denied it outright, then gotten embarrassed afterward.

It was true that you looked messy— lipstick smeared across your mouth, black mascara clumped beneath your eyes— yet the more he looked at you, the more something warm and comforting pooled inside his chest. Something so overwhelmingly big it almost made him dizzy.

In moments like these, he often found himself wondering— whether to the universe or simply to himself, he wasn’t sure— how he had managed to get this lucky for once in his life.

Maybe you really were some sort of apology from the universe for everything he had endured.

Or maybe not an apology.

Maybe you were simply the reason to stay.

A sign to keep going.

Whatever it was, the more he looked at you, the more unreal it felt that you had chosen him.

Him.

You could’ve had anyone you wanted, yet you chose to spend your life beside him.

Not even Luis.

Him, and him alone.

He approached carefully, resting a hand against your shoulder.

“Is everything okay?”

“No— yes. It’s nothing, sorry. I’m just annoyed. I came home and realized I’d spent the entire day walking around looking like a clown”.

“You don’t look like a clown. I think you look pretty.”

“Yeah, well, I feel stupid.”

He sat beside you quietly.

“It always happens like this. Ugh. Some of this makeup just doesn’t last long enough”.

“Well, you do have a lot of it. Maybe it’d help to sort out the ones that upset you with-…” he gestured vaguely toward your face.

“You’re right, I should”. You sighed, standing up to grab a plastic basket from your vanity filled with different lipstick tubes.

“I can start with these”.

“Oh. Right now?”

“Yeah. No point waiting” Your hands froze in the middle of rummaging through the basket as you looked at him. “Do you want to help me?”

“Help you?”

“Yeah, help me test them. I need to see how durable each one is”.

“Uh… okay. Of course. Should I put these on too?”

You laughed softly at that. He gave you the faintest hint of a smile, though he clearly didn’t understand what had amused you.

“No, no. Just stay still, alright?”

He nodded obediently, watching as you opened a gloss and dragged the wand carefully over your lips.

He stared at you through half-lidded eyes in utter awe, patiently waiting exactly as you had asked— until he suddenly stiffened at an unexpected kiss.

“Oh—”

He stayed frozen as though he’d just been flash-banged while you pulled away to inspect the faint velvet stain left behind on his lips.

“Mm. Decent enough”.

“Was that part of your… test?”

“Yeah. You’re a huge help, just stay still, okay baby?”

And so, you continued.

Wiping, reapplying, changing shades over and over again— and with every new lipstick came another kiss.

Eventually, there wasn’t a single clean spot left on his face.

And every single time, he reacted with the same stunned expression, as though you hadn’t kissed him ten times already within the last few minutes.

You had put on some wine red gloss as you kissed him once, twice, then again- color slowly fading from your lips.

“I think you forgot to change your lipstick…”

“Mm, no. I’m done” you muttered against his lips before kissing him once more “This one’s just for me. Personal test. No lipsticks involved”.

“Mhm. I like this one the most”.

[neurotic-necrocynic]

[kanxhiexhiganbana]

ִ ࣪𖤐 Fan skin idea and a couple more sketches with Andrew