#narcissistic oath | narcissus

[a-narcissistic-oath]

(Idv-thespians) “You look rather different, though vaguely familiar. May I have your name?” From Liam

"... excuse me, do you have an appointment? I'm in the middle of preparing a student's piano lesson."

#ksjdfnljdkfnksjdfn #mod ghost #narcissistic oath | narcissus #oath of the traitors #oath | ask #childish wishes | interaction #lone moon | mutuals <3

[idv-lockheart]

Do you have any siblings? For example a certain painter?

“If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about then, yeah, that’s my brother! I haven’t seen him in a while, I should really try to go visit him when I get the chance. I just don’t want to end up bothering him…”

#idv-lockheart #idv lockheart #tracy reznik #idv mechanic #truth and inference #identity v #idv #idv ask blog #anon ask #answered #edgar valden #idv painter #idv narcissus #a narcissistic oath #oath of traitors #yami has changed my life with their headcanon #because I think it’s funky it’s canon on my blog now <3

[sexandwistfulness]

memoir, as echo

“With the mist, the myth,” I extemporize to her late at night, drunk on screw top sav blanc and sated on spring rolls. “With the fog, the fairytale.”

On a summer Sunday whim she announced a mid-afternoon plan to finish off the fridge’s leftover Vietnamese with the additional flourish of making our own dipping sauces. We linger in bed a little longer first.

My mouth inevitably finds her neck. Her fingers find the tack button of her Everlane jeans. My own fingers skip ahead to the zipper, then brush against laundry day panties. The washer-dryer chugs away, layering rhythm.

An hour later in a Chinatown grocer, pulling fish sauce and hoisin from low shelves, I grin upon unexpectedly finding a little marker of home: Narcissus rice vinegar, colorless but strong, with the sort of glass bottle and colorful stickers you could mistake for next summer’s drink of the season.

“Weird name,” she says when I examine the bottle.

“I don’t know why there’s a brand of rice vinegar named after a guy infamously obsessed with himself. It’s weird,” I nod.

While we walk to the subway stop, with the namesake bottle in hand, I start telling her the story of Narcissus and Echo from the fragment of my memory of Ovid’s Metamorphoses, but my story cuts off because our train arrives just as we’re passing through the turnstiles. This is a Queens-bound N express train. Never mind. I try again.

Beautiful Echo was a nymph as verbose as I am: she used her endless stories to distract Hera from catching her husband, the gluttonously horny Zeus, embarking on yet another one of his affairs.

But one day, see, Hera realizes the truth. And in her rage, the queen of Olympus curses Echo so she might only speak by repeating someone else’s last words. All who meet her think her repetition is mocking. So she’s doomed long before she comes across a beautiful, self-centered young man named Narcissus, a hunter —

“Narcissus, like narcissist?”

“Like narcissist.”

“Okay. What happens next?”

I don’t know why my words have trailed off. I do know that I’ve spent all of the five minutes in the train fixated with her hair: dark Croatian curls, heavy Sicilian frizzes. She hides her ears in that mane except when she has earrings she wants to show off: and even though today her only observer is me, she’s wearing her favorite Afghan gold and lapis lazuli earrings, vivid irregular rectangles. It is an insignificant stutter in time for everyone but me, but days, weeks and months later, I will remember that as our train skidded to our stop, I was lost for words. I open my mouth to say something smart, to recover my composure —

This is 14th Street - Union Square. Transfers available to the 4, 5, 6, L, and R trains.

Again, interrupted: we alight.

Echo falls in love with Narcissus, but Narcissus is only in love with himself. (Spoiler alert: later, long after spurning Echo, he sees his own reflection in a pool of water, and realizing he can’t be with that gorgeous hunk, he kills himself.)

“Okay,” she says as we enter our apartment. Laundry is done. More interested in renewing our drunkenness, we lump the warm clothes on the couch, manically alternating between experimenting with dipping sauces for cold leftovers and sitting in bed trading sips from bottles and cans, until we come to my cheap bottle from Marlborough, which means it’s the last drink left — she doesn’t like white wine unless there’s nothing else to have.

With the mist, the myth. With the fog, the fairytale.

“Fuck,” she laughs, checking her phone. “I have a conference call in five minutes.”

“Ditch it.”

“Ditch it? I can’t.” It’s a delicate act of scheduling involving four timezones, so even if it’s almost ten at night, she has to join the call. No, not has to — wants to. She loves her job. (Let the record show that I know that, even if she always complains about it: “Can you wake me up in an hour? I have a 3am call. Ugh, I hate my job. No, wait, I love my job.” (One day later, but somehow to me not that much later, she breaks up with me citing the incompatibility of her workaholism and a relationship.)) “It’ll just take a little while.”

I always take a walk when she needs the apartment for her call. Tonight is no different. I never thought I would be drunk and delirious in a Duane Reede, starting a group chat with as many contacts as I can add, friends elsewhere on the planet, many of whom haven’t seen me in the longest time. Wondering if this was my way to mirror her work call, I ramble out a voice memo, the first thing that comes to mind:

“Fuck, I love this woman.”

Apropos of nothing, I swear it three times, an oath to some unknown force. The first time with surprise, except it’s not surprise — surprise? I always knew. The second time I say it plaintively, pleading against a premonition of losing her some day. And the third, clutching beers I’ve bought, an annunciation: to the haze of light pollution overhead, fuck, I love this woman.

Within the haze, all hidden histories.

Restless, manic, delirious, and all too aware that she’s probably still on her call, I loop around the block, pausing to look up and see the reassuring sight of the odd wooden house on the rooftop above Kiehl’s. Odd like rice vinegars named Narcissus. There is no magic in saying something a fourth time, so I decide to tell that incongruous cottage my favorite part of that myth, the bit I never got around to telling her, the bit that always catches in my throat.

As beautiful as Echo was, when she finally dares to approach him after he’s separated from his hunting companions, Narcissus is repelled by her doomed infatuation, as he has eyes only for himself.

Emoriar quam sit tibi copia nostri. “May I die before I give you power over me,” ultimately rejects Narcissus.

—Sit tibi copia nostri, echoes Echo.

I give you power over me.

#prose #writing #me #memory #naive new era #mine

[a-narcissistic-oath]

[ oh boy, here she comes!! ]

The sound of her heels clacking increased as she picked up speed towards the door. "Brother!" Speeding down the hallway, Lockheart ran fully into the door with the intention of ramming it open for that ✨dramatic✨ effect. Of course, with it being Lockheart, that very much does not go as planned.

( I’ll let you decide if she wipes out or crashes into Narcissus himself 💀 )

- @idv-lockheart

...

Disaster often plays in slow motion.

...In hindsight, maybe if she hadn't been running, she could stopped herself before she reached the banana peel, and maybe avoided running into said brother...

However, foresight didn't seem to be her strong suit. Not in the slightest.

"..!"

There was a small thud, and then another larger thud as the two siblings landed on the cold hard floor.

...

There was no way she'd be able to quell the anger that she knew was coming.

She knew her brother. He was fucking explosive sometimes.

"...LOCKHEART."

#mod ghost #narcissistic oath | narcissus #oath of the traitors #oath | ask #childish wishes | interaction #little troublemaker | lockheart #good luck soldier you're going to need it 😶‍🌫️🫡

[a-narcissistic-oath]

The Cresent Knight is Always Watching...

"That boy? He's nothing but trouble waiting to happen. Disappearing like a ghost without a trace... I wonder what happened to him."

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A RP and Ask Blog, set in an AU after the events of the Oath of the Traitors! It's a mash-up of the events of OotT and mun's personal own headcanons from before the lore was revealed <3 feel free to interact or ask questions!

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Rules + Extras Information

hihi! Mun's a minor and mun has always seen Narcissus as a minor too [mun knows he's not! But before the lore was revealed, she thought he was!], so no NSFW, please!

mun will have drawn responses when she feels like it! But she'll stick to text responses until she can make the fucking. sprites herself. [Oh yeah! Mun's making custom sprites because she doesn't think he has any. fucker/lh]

canon, OCs, crossovers, AUs, everyone is allowed to interact! Narcissus is a bitch but he won't bite <333

don't come here being racist or homophobic or anything like that, mun will NOT stand for it.

this blog is based off of headcanons from before the lore was released as well as a short reread of the lore! Mostly headcanons though, please don't be mad at mun,,, sobs

Lockheart made me do it! <3 go on, tag me in your list Lockheart, don't be scared/lh/j

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love, Mun/Mod Ghost <33

#mod ghost #narcissistic oath | Narcissus #edgar valden #askblog #promo post #oath of the traitors #mod gets angy at the lack of sprites but her danganronpa days prepared her for this/lh #well i'm back babyyy

[a-narcissistic-oath]

"Ah, hello sir.. I've come to repay you for your assistance with my makeup the other day... Perhaps you'd like me to do your makeup? I can assure you I am quite skilled.." (Vervain about to clown him back/j

(@ask-vervain

"... well, let me humor you. What kind of makeup were you thinking? With the mask and this entire getup, many things will be off the table."

#mod ghost #narcissistic oath | narcissus #oath of the traitors #oath | ask #lone moon | mutuals <3 #the weeping bélóstáin | vervain #he could have been mean... but he's trying to be nicer. he's trying his best </3 #childish wishes | interaction

[a-narcissistic-oath]

Dear Muse(s)/Mun,

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

A gift from me to you.

Though Valentines may not be for everyone, we get to celebrate the people in our lives and express our affection for those who are dear to us, regardless of relationship status.

I take this day as an opportunity to show my love and support for the countless idv blogs across tumblr (no, like, it's crazy how many of you there are). Please take this as an appreciation gift and thank you for your wonderful content <3

Wishing-you-very-well.

— Mod Joe

P.S.

(( What’s in the box? You decide! It can be literally anything you or your muse(s) want and I don't even know how it works. My point here is that gifts are most valued when the receiver gets something they really want. You want a teddy bear? Here! Want an MK-14? It’s in the box! I am not directly responsible for any sort of damage or chaos this may cause. If you don’t have any ideas, just make it a box of chocolates. ))

"Guards, what in the world is this?" Narcissus pointed at the neatly decorated box sitting among the rest of his mail in the guard's secure grip. "We have no idea, sir-" "You have no idea? What in the world were you thinking, bring that into the school if you don't know what it is?!" "Sir, wait! We tried to open it, but it won't open for us. It's addressed in your name, so we thought maybe it would only open for you." "It wouldn't- Do you understand how ridiculous such a statement is?! If you can't open it, what makes you think I-"

As if eager to prove the frustrated professor off, as he went to snatch the box from the guards' hands, the lid came off easily, revealing a lone photograph sitting in the box.

"What the...?" Narcissus glanced down at the photograph before suddenly slamming the box lid down in frustration. "Go put it inside the piano room. And tell Mari NOT to touch anything. I should have your heads for bringing an unknown item into the school..."

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*inside the box laid a lone photograph of a young, blonde-haired boy, his sister, and two well-dressed parents. Maybe a photo of the young professor with his little sister and parents?

#mod ghost #oath of the traitors #oath | ask #narcissistic oath | narcissus #JOEEEEEEEE PLEASEEEE wahhhh

[a-narcissistic-oath]

(Hehe hi brother <3)

∆ SWING ∆  -  sender swings receiver’s hand in theirs as if they are a child - @idv-lockheart

He was no stranger to childish actions. He worked with children for a living, many of which were big fans of the hand swing. Some kids would hold his hand in one of their own and gently swing it back and forth as they rambled on about something they were passionate about. Sometimes, they'd use both hands to hold just one of his own.

He had always found it cute, sometimes bordering on nostalgia. But he could never put his finger on why, he could never pinpoint where exactly in his memories that soft feeling of nostalgia emanated from...

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It wasn't every day he could have someone like Lockheart keep him company. While he dearly missed his little sister [which he would never verbally admit aloud, of course], schedules collided and timelines would never quite match up. She was forbidden from visiting during his teaching hours [after causing a mechanical disaster in the piano room] and missions would spring up on the young mechanic often, making seeing her only living family member... quite a chore.

Work and school and personal hobbies and commissions all stacked, one upon another, leaving any room for sitting back, and breathing. And while he hadn't intended on putting such important tasks to the side, the surprise visit had it to where he felt he had no choice.

After all, it wasn't every day he heard his name over the school's loudspeaker and have it end in a pleasantly decent way.

He had picked up his surprise guest from the school's office in a quick and timely manner. He extended his hand to Young Lockheart, before turning to make his way down the long hallway. Doors were closed and the muffled sounds of ongoing lessons could be heard from all directions. It took him all but a moment to realize that Lockheart had been doing something behind his back.

It wasn't something nefarious, no... but something rather... childish. She hummed a familiar tune, although, like many things in his life, he could not place his finger on what exactly it was. And with her hands, she gently swung his hand in her own, seeming mildly entertained by the motion. He almost debated on asking her whatever it was she was doing...

but he couldn't bring himself to distract her from that momentary happiness of hers.

#mod ghost #narcissistic oath | narcissus #little troublemaker | lockheart #oath | ask #childish wishes | interaction #lone moon | mutuals <3 #oath of the traitors #phantom of the crystal palace #you send the sister my way and I throw sibling content directly at you/j #also swinging one person’s hand in both of your own is strangely comfortable #my brothers do it all the time I can confirm/lh

[a-narcissistic-oath]

[Slams open door for dramatic effect]

“Brother! …I think I’m a clown..”

- @idv-lockheart

“Alright, preparing for Mari’s violin lesson can wait. What did you do, you troublemaker.”

#mod ghost #narcissistic oath | narcissus #little troublemaker | lockheart #blue troublemaker | mari #Lone Moon | mutuals <3 #oath | ask #you’re not just a clown. you’re the entire circus. | clownheart #oath of the traitors #phantom of the crystal palace #he IMMEDIATELY just assumes Lockheart did something to end up this way akdjskdsksooa #childish wishes | interaction

[a-narcissistic-oath]

Did your mom about this?

“My mother is dead. Next question please.”

#mod ghost #narcissistic oath | narcissus #oath | ask #oath of the traitors #LMAO I GOT THE FUNNY ASK YOU GUYS #HAHA SHIN YOU MADLAD #case-electrics

[a-narcissistic-oath]

I absolutely adore your outfit, Narcissus!

“Well, that makes you one of a few. I personally think it’s super comfortable, but that troublemaker keeps saying I look like a small child who got dressed in the dark. At least I don’t look like I’m wearing my bedsheets as a makeshift skirt while dangling keys from my waist as if I wear a walking Christmas tree.”

#mod ghost #narcissistic oath | narcissus #oath | ask #oath of the traitors #narcissus you’re so mean </3

[a-narcissistic-oath]

lockheart is your little sister? How cute. <3

“…yes, she is. That little troublemaker is my younger sister, even she’s only younger by a few months. Although I haven’t seen her since we were just little kids… I’m surprised she even remembers my face… especially with how much I’ve changed… I barely feel recognizable sometimes…”

#mod ghost #narcissistic oath | narcissus #little troublemaker | lockheart #oath | ask #oath of the traitors #phantom of the crystal palace

[a-narcissistic-oath]

How’s life going for you?

“Busy… no, not really. In truth, I had a lot of free time. Not that it matters.”

“I just…”

“…nevermind.”

“Big Brotherrrr!” “Huh?”

#mod ghost #narcissistic oath | narcissus #little troublemaker | lockheart #school oath | schoolmistress #oath | ask #anon ask #oath of the traitors

[idv-lockheart]

Woo Woo!! Here’s a list of T&I blogs that I’m aware of. If I’ve missed any, let me know and I’ll update it! I also sorta didn’t tag the blogs themselves unless they were ones I personally knew due to the fact I didn’t want to bother them with the @, but if you do wish to be properly tagged in this list, make sure to let me know about that as well! Now to pray I didn’t miss any characters,, - Mod Tae

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Truth and Inference:

Mr. Inference: @ask-idv-mr-inference (Hi Zmd)

Lady Truth: @/detective-lady-truth

White: N/A

Noir: N/A

D.M: @ask-mr-melodis

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Golden Rose Theatre:

S Tiers:

Kroto: @/ask-kroto-idv

Lady Bella: @/askladybella

A Tiers:

Ronald of Ness: @/idv-ronald-of-ness

Scrooge: N/A

B Tiers:

Golden Scissors: N/A

Encore: N/A

Commander: N/A

Smarty Pants: N/A

Fragrance Queen: N/A

The Client: @ask-mr-melodis

Phonograph: N/A

Jingle Bells: N/A

Sparrow: N/A

Rusty Penpoint: N/A

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Oath of Traitors:

S Tiers:

Narcissus: @a-narcissistic-oath (<33)

Crescent Knight: N/A

A Tiers: Schoolmistress: N/A

Professor of Literature: N/A

B Tiers:

Lady-In-Waiting: N/A

Cilo: N/A

Talia: N/A

Hebe: N/A

Noyce: N/A

Fine Arts Teaching Assistant: N/A

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Mélodis Estate Investigation:

S Tiers:

Succubus: N/A

Monstrous Bird: N/A

A Tiers:

Rainmaker: N/A

“The Prince”: N/A

B Tiers:

Sorrow: N/A

Doubt: N/A

Succubus’ Servant: N/A

Shock: N/A

Fear: N/A

The Enigma: @ask-mr-melodis

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The Phantom of the Crystal Palace:

S Tiers:

Paranormal Detective: @ask-idv-paranormal-detective (Hi Gold or Mandi- guess it depends on who’s looking at the account)

Lockheart: @idv-lockheart (Did I just tag myself? Yes, yes I did.)

A Tiers:

Amethyst Duchess: N/A

Fireworks Guy: @ask-idv-fireworks-guy (Hi again, Zmd)

B Tiers:

Novelties: N/A

Museum Curator: N/A

Orphans of the Hollow: N/A

Retired Warden: N/A

Duke White Raven: N/A

Duke Raven: N/A

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The Shrouded Bélóstáin:

S Tiers:

Sway: @asksway-idv

Tuberose: @/ask-tuberose

A Tiers:

Datura: @ask-lady-datura (Hi again me)

Rosemary: @/ask-oracle-rosemary

B Tiers:

Campsis: N/A

Vervain: @/ask-vervain

Zulu: N/A

Mauve Dahila: N/A

Kamchatka: N/A

Farfara: N/A

#this took way longer than it should have #I don’t think I even have the energy to tag all these characters- #but anyways that should be a full t&i character list! #anywho i’ll update this as soon as I can! #feel free to reblog if wanted #idv-lockheart #mod tae #ooc post #truth and inference #golden rose theater #oath of traitors #stormy night surprise #the phantom of crystal palace #the shrouded belostain

[idv-lockheart]

There was a gentle knock on the door, but when the budding detective went to open it, she found no one there. The only thing left was a small, red and golden box, and a small hand written note inside a glittery blue and white envelope. On the note was written in blue crayon:

Hew Hello Miss Lockheart!! You don’t know me (My name is Maw Mari!) but I’m one of your big brother’s students. And I heard there was this… weeding wedding ball going on, and everyone’s asking other people to go with them… and it sounds super fun ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ (I’m going play the violin at the party!)

But… Professor Narcissus was just gonna saty stay at the school! How lame is that? I heard from some of my outside friends that you’re gonna attend… if you aren’t already bringing someone, do you think you can bring Professor Narcisuss? He’ll never admit it, but he’s lonely sitting in the empty classroom all the time you know (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ

I think he’d be really happy if he got to spend some time with you, he misses you (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Sencerly Sincerely, Mari ( P.S. Don’t tell him I sent you this, I’m supposed to be doing homework right now - Mari )

[ @a-narcissistic-oath heh ]

[ Reading the letter with a smile, Lockheart accepted her new challenge. Operation: Get her brother to stop being a lame hermit! ]

#let’s go!! #operation get your brother to stop being a goddamn hermit is a go #also mari’s spelling mistakes got a giggle out of me /lh #a-narcissistic-oath #idv-lockheart #idv #idv ask blog #idv lockheart #tracy reznik #idv mechanic #anon ask #answered