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[sirenjose]

Wu Chang's 2023 Character Day Letter Analysis (+ Qi Shiyi Analysis)

Letter Summary (Short)

Jose's father performs trades for others with some of his cargo as collateral

Umbrella eventually sold to Qi Shiyi

Theories

Jose's father, Joaquin Baden, is performing trades in the Mediterranean Sea, with some of his cargo (including the umbrella, with the receipt signed by "Bourbon", who's likely Sam) as collateral.

Based on the umbrella's involvement and the fact their voyage will take them to a new "specified area" of the Mediterranean, this should take place during Jose's 1st letter. The voyage Joaquin never returns from.

Based on the reference to the "Bourbon" signature and "list of goods", this should connect directly to Jose's 2nd letter. The "signature on my father's ledger of goods". This means that the "ledger of goods" Jose saw belonged to Joaquin's ship, which we know was called the "Parthenope" from Jose's 1st letter, from the voyage his father disappeared from.

Also, the fact Jose in his 2nd letter says he's seen this handwriting "once before" makes it sound like Sam was only involved with the Badens on this 1 voyage (aka, he doesn't regularly work with them).

Based on how it says "again", it seems they've sailed to the Mediterranean Sea to perform these trades before (they just go to different areas of it each time), meaning this is likely not the 1st time they've done this.

Could this be the "special missions" assigned to the Baden family by the royal family in Jose's deduction 5?

If so, is Villhelm Lamb potentially connected to the royal family?

It doesn't say what Joaquin earned as part of performing this trade. Yes, he gets his cargo labeled as collateral back, but what did he get in return? Money? Or was it just one of his tasks in service to the royal navy?

“Villhelm” relates to the Old German name William apparently, and can have meanings including “protector”. Lamb is explanatory enough.

I do wonder if it’s possible Villhelm Lamb could be the manor owner (aka, he used a fake name). It could be a real person and not a fake name, but like I said, it’s just something I wonder.

If it is a fake name, we know it can’t be Sam (or Demi) based on the “Bourbon” signature. Sam we know is a “colleague” of the manor owner based on Demi’s 3rd letter, and it was confirmed in Demi’s release backstory that Sam did go to the manor (specifically, it says he was “offered a job as a bartender” but it’s likely this wasn’t the complete truth considering what we know he worked on while there based on Demi’s 3rd letter).

We know Sam’s “masterpiece”, which the manor owner also refers to as a “drug” and “reagent”, used the same “raw materials” as the manor owner’s, likely referring to the fern known as “Delphi” based on Vera’s 4th letter.

We know the materials the owner used were supplied to him via the 2nd anniversary package (which says “new specimens arrived”, “before the next restock”, and “I must find someone else to help me supply”). Demi’s 1st letter talks having “extracted 9 samples from the things they brought back from the Mediterranean Sea”. Considering what we know Joaquin was doing in the Mediterranean, these “things” likely came from the Badens, and may have been the “Delphi” ferns.

All of this is why I do wonder if Orpheus could’ve been Villhelm Lamb.

If anything, the meaning of the name Villhelm, “protector”, relates to what Alice says Orpheus promised her in the 2nd anniversary package “…person who promised to protect me forever”. (Orpheus’ S-tier, Hollow, in his design notes even mentions “he once thought he could use his way to protect his island, everything he loves”).

Going even further, “Lamb” ties to Alice based on her Source of Evil, who’s description even says “Perhaps ‘purity’ is merely the lamb’s disguise – it’s in truth the origin of all sins and the source of evil thoughts”, while her design notes even say “the little girl is the lamb”.

Ergo, maybe Orpheus chose the name “Villhelm Lamb” as a nod to him protecting Alice.

With how it says “the Promisee shall put up a shipment of goods as collateral”, it sounds like it was Joaquin (or maybe Sam, who seems to be the one inspecting the goods?) chose to offer the umbrella as collateral. Was it because they didn’t think it valuable?

Moving on to Qi Shiyi, it seems like “Legwraps Huang” (in the Chinese version, the line here is “脛巾の黄三児より” had his friend Chang Chip (though earlier it said the “last word has been altered many time”) meet him at a harbor about the umbrella he that came into his “possession”. According to Legwraps Huang, he acquired it from a “friend working on a foreigner’s fleet”. The umbrella should be the same one Joaquin put up as collateral, Wu Chang’s, while the “foreigner’s fleet” should be the Baden’s.

It is unknown who this “friend” is, but there is something interesting about “Chang Chip”, especially after Legwraps Huang comments “Do you remember boarding that huge ship together back then?”. What’s interesting is that “Chang Chip” was the name of 1 of the 6 Chinese survivors of the sinking of the Titanic (there were 8 Chinese passengers in the third-class cabins on the titanic total). The other 5 were Lee Bing, Fang Lang, Ah Lam, Cheong Foo, and Ling Hee (the 2 that died were Len Lam and Lee Ling). These 6 eventually arrived in the UK to support the sailor shortage during World War I. Chang Chip apparently grew ill and eventually died 2 years later due to pneumonia.

I find this especially interesting as Demi’s 2nd letter is apparently written “on the Back of an Old Ferry Ticket”. This “ferry ticket was for a trip from Southampton to New York. It had not been used”. Southampton to New York was the route the Titanic took the day it sank. Considering Legwraps Huang describes the boat as “huge”, it seems fairly certain the boat is meant to parallel the Titanic. Though the Titanic sailed in 1912, which is a few too many years ahead of what the time period of the game currently, which is still sometime before 1900, at least until/after the Final Game.

Considering Huang describes Chang Chip as “wearing one of those jackets made by foreigners”, this seems to fit with what we know from history about them going to the UK and becoming sailors.

As such, it’s likely that Legwraps Huang is meant to be 1 of the 5 other Titanic Survivors (excluding Chang Chip).

Even though Sam didn’t board that ship, maybe Sam and Huang somehow did know each other, for Sam to be the “friend” Huang got the umbrella from. I mean, Sam’s signature as well as the umbrella were “circled” according to Wu Chang’s letter, so maybe it’s possible.

I have 1 other idea. Based on the letter, it’s likely that Legwraps Huang got the umbrella when Joaquin failed to fulfill the task with the required items, at which point Villhelm Lamb may have given away or sold the shipment of goods left to him as collateral by Joaquin. In which case, Villhelm Lamb may be the “friend” Legwraps Huang referenced. And technically, this idea and the theory Villhelm Lamb could be Orpheus aren’t mutually exclusive, as the manor owner (if he is Villhelm Lamb) could’ve sold the umbrella as he also didn’t see it as something valuable (and if he really is in debt to Count Barriere and then Lily, he might need the money anyways).

If Joaquin and the Parthenope did sink while attempting to retrieve “the goods from the specified area in the Mediterranean Sea”, that would also imply their wreck was likely in the Mediterranean. In that case, that means the wreck at Lakeside Village (which we know has to belong to Jose’s father based on what can be found in the ship: https://twitter.com/SirenJose/status/1558166028022173696?s=20) likely wasn’t the wreck from Joaquin’s disappearance.

Though that does mean it could’ve been their wreck from the “nightmarish waters” incident, when they sailed through the area marked as “dangerous” to avoid a storm and any “delay[s]” (if most of the crew perished according to Jose’s deductions and it took 2 months before they could sail home, especially if the waters are described as “nightmarish” and “dangerous”, it is highly likely they did shipwreck).

The large shipwreck at Lakeside is referenced in several letters, including when Volcker went there to investigate, and in another letter that mentions an old man is living in the shipwreck. This means the shipwreck is from before the Lakeside villagers disappeared, and could’ve potentially been there for a long while, which would fit if it was from the wreck right before the DeRoss tragedy (https://twitter.com/SirenJose/status/1682410040664244224).

Another important point is that, if the umbrella was being used as “collateral” and would only be returned if Joaquin provided the goods desired from the specified area, that means the “them” that the “cannons couldn’t kill” wasn’t Wu Chang. The umbrella wouldn’t have even been on board the ship when it sank, instead being held by Villhelm Lamb for at the time. If the umbrella wasn’t on board, it means they couldn’t have been behind whatever the crew were trying to kill. It’s still possible due to possessing the umbrella at all that the were the victims of the umbrella’s misfortune, even though it wasn’t with them at that time.

It still seems like if the crew were trying to kill something with cannons, but failing, that may mean they were hallucinating. If Wu Chang wasn’t behind the hallucinations, what then? Well, we are aware of something that can cause hallucinations, something the manor owner himself created, who may have even been the “Villhelm Lamb” who requested Joaquin and his crew go to the specified location.

Even if the owner isn’t Villhelm Lamb, we do know Sam, who was the one to actually sign the “ledger of goods” for Joaquin’s ship that day, does work for the owner. And in Demi’s 2nd letter does say “Despite our many attempts, the new mice all died in fear with no exception”. “New” would fit with the idea Sam was only involved with the Badens this one time (based on Jose saying he’s only seen the handwriting once before). “Mice” could just be a way to refer to test subjects, and we already know the manor owner and Sam have both performed experiments for their drugs on people. The manor owner experimented with all the participants of his game. With Sam, he at least tested on Demi’s mother based on him commenting on Demi having the “same curious drug resistance as her crazy mother”. There’s also how Demi’s deductions reference him having “observation diar[ies]”, not to mention if Dovlin was the drug he was trying to perfect, and we know he’s let others at their bar have the drink, but not Demi interestingly (suspiciously), he may have also used the customers of their bar as test subjects. That may have been why, when it wasn’t working well enough, he had to go to the manor. Finally, the part about the “mice all died in fear with no exception” could relate to how we know the crew were freaked out about some “them” that they tried (and failed) to kill with the cannons, with the part about all dying “with no exception” can connect to how, unlike the “nightmarish waters” incident, the entire crew “with[out] exception” died this time.

Aka, the manor owner or Sam are possibly the reason for Jose’s father’s disappearance. Or both considering Demi’s 2nd letter references “start[ing] the game immediately” aka the manor owner’s games as we know Sam was the manor owner’s “colleague”. If Joaquin really was involved in the DeRoss tragedy, it’s possible Orpheus chose them as the “mice” as part of his revenge. Though Sam does say “this is clearly not what he expected to see”, but that could simply refer to them all dying, but not necessarily that he didn’t want to make them hallucinate or suffer. He may have not expected it simply because he wanted to continue to use them for more experiments, like he does for the participants of his games, who he is willing to reuse in multiple rounds or experiments.

We see that Chang Chip eventually sells the umbrella, as well as his store, to Qi Shiyi. The umbrella is specified to be sold at a “discounted price”, which sounds like Chang Chip wanted to get the umbrella off his hands and away quickly. This may mean he was a victim of the bad luck that seems to follow that umbrella (which would semi parallel the real Chang Chip’s fate).

As for the addresses, we can actually find these locations in the in-game Chinatown map.

“Blessed Luck, Ramyhurst Street”

We know this is the location of Chang Chip’s, and later Qi Shiyi’s, store based on the sign (you can check the Chinese version of Wu Chang’s letter to confirm).

“Royal Scenery, Ramyhurst Street”

We know this is the other location, “Royal Scenery”, due to connecting it to Chinatown’s backstory. In it, we see that Lin Jingfu is the owner of Yujing Pavilion (aka 御景轩, the same name used in the Chinese version of the letter). The backstory talks about him excelling at making clay sculptures, and his art was so popular he was always in short supply. Lin Jingfu we know is who Qi Shiyi is staying with, as he is a “distant relative” of Qi’s “Uncle Lin” aka “Lin Congbin” and Qi is sent to him when Lin Congbin dies.

We know from this deduction that Lin Jingfu is pressured (potentially by his family or wife) to “kick her out”. Qi becomes an assassin to earn some money and ensure she doesn’t starve (she is described as a “motherless beggar” in her deduction 7), potentially for Tang Jiashi considering how the Tang family businesses have been closing in Qi’s last deduction, as well as how Qi talks about Tang Jiashi not being able to get in touch with her, or maybe someone else if not Tang Jiashi. That’s why Qi’s deduction 8 says “many wealthy businessmen in the city were found dead. It’s a suspected case of hired killings due to unethical business practice”. It fits considering we already know Qi’s design notes say she studied “martial arts... to survive and get revenge”.

Earning money in this way is likely how she was able to eventually earn enough to buy Chang Chip’s antique shop, which again matches with how her design notes says she “[fled] the country, even crossing the ocean, before finally living among ordinary people as an antique dealer”.

This here may be the part in Qi Shiyi’s story where she attempted to “rid her hands of the stains that plagued them and attempt a new life as an ordinary person”. This means she likely stopped performing assassinations and sought to go clean and earn whatever she needed from her new antique shop. Considering her parents were described as “scholars”, so maybe being the owner of an antique shop was in some way related to what her family used to do, which could’ve been why she was willing to attempt to be an “ordinary person” and “rid her hands of the stains that plagued them” (aka, stopping all her assassination attempts and revenge).

Considering the mention of “Xie” in her deduction 2, it’s possible Qi’s family, the Xiao family, knew or were friends with the Xie family. If it is the same “Xie” as Xie Bi’an, considering Wu Chang’s backstory states how “people believed that Xie Bi’an (White Guard) resided in the umbrella”, it’s possible that his family kept the umbrella as a keepsake (or relic of the deceased). At least until the 2 families were executed for “colluding, conspiring to rebel, sowing discord among the people, and seeking to do harm to the government”. Whether or not they actually did what they were accused of, we don’t know for sure. They could’ve been innocent (maybe similar to Wu Chang in his backstory), or maybe they weren’t. All we have is that Qi Shiyi’s backstory says “the Xiao family's decision to shut out the outside world was the reason for their downfall”. After they were killed, she was taken in by Lin Congbin “an old servant of the Xiao family who’d returned home from an illness… The two of them were destitute like beggars”. Qi attempts to get revenge via assassination (on the emperor potentially), but only his “double” actually died. It is then that she is forced to flee, after which she’s taken in by Lin Jingfu and everything we’ve already discussed.

Going back to her trying to live like an “ordinary person”, we know however that peace didn’t last forever for her, as “that manor decided to steal away the most important person in her life...”. The person that was “[stolen] away” was likely Tang Si from Qi’s deduction 10, who she potentially befriended, as Qi’s backstory trailer says “And for her safe return”. Qi goes to the manor to retrieve Tang Si (we have no way to know right now how she ended up there), and this is likely how Wu Chang’s umbrella ended up at the manor before Jose arrived.

Therefore, based on this, it’s possible that Qi Shiyi was in an earlier game before Jose, potentially Game 1 (after Game 0) as that is the 1 game before Jose’s (game 5) that we have no knowledge of any of the participants (though I do wonder if Lily could also be in game 1 as she is tied to Galatea, from game 0, and she may want Orpheus to pay his debt to help Simon, and Orpheus does also appear in game 0, so maybe game 1 could make some sense for her if not the final game).

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♡ Andrew has always longed to marry somebody. Being a religious man, he's dreamed of filling a church with people who are dear to him as his beloved bride walks down the aisle.

♡ He's only glanced at weddings, an outsider looking in. The brides and grooms having the best nights of their lives made his heart feel fuzzy. Nobody would ever dare to wed him, but the idea was certainly a pleasant one. It helped him sleep. It comforted him when he needed it most. He wanted to look down at his hands and see a ring that reminded him someone out there loves him.

♡ He grew up with not even a penny to his name, so he knows having a luxurious wedding would be completely out of the picture for someone like him. Until he met you.

♡ You helped him get back on his feet and the two of you worked together to save up enough money for a wedding ceremony and reception, along with a honeymoon.

♡ Most honeymoons are spent lazing by the beach, but due to his body being constantly at war with sunlight, you decided to book a trip to a lovely cabin hidden away in the woods, a private place for just the two of you.

♡ He honestly thought you'd end up getting married in Red Church, surrounded by cobwebs and broken glass, but you insisted that you two would find a way to escape the manor and you'd have a proper wedding.

♡ It took months of promises and longing, but the seal keeping everyone trapped in the manor finally snapped and let everybody escape. You took Andrew's hand that day and promised him that a brighter future was upon you.

♡ Your wedding was surprisingly inexpensive. Despite your days in the manor being long gone, many of the survivors stayed in touch with you and were more than willing to help. You don't need to hire a whole team of wedding planners with the survivors by your side.

♡ Michiko and Violetta teamed up to sew you the most gorgeous dress you had ever laid eyes on.

♡ Emma designed your bouquet and enveloped the chapel in beautiful flowers.

♡ Norton prepared your rings using the finest gems he could find.

♡ Margaretha found the most wonderful songs to play and arranged dances.

♡ Vera styled your hair and Fiona did your makeup.

♡ Victor handled the invitations and did a fantastic job. So on and so forth.

♡ You and Andrew were on good terms with almost everyone, so they were all pumped to see how your wedding would play out. It was the greatest team effort they put into anything since the escape of the manor.

♡ You two had lots of practicing to do before the actual wedding. For one, Andrew didn't know table manners. You'd have to lovingly teach him gestures like how to cut his meat and how to do a toast before even daring to eat at the reception.

♡ Dancing together in your rooms was what Andrew enjoyed the most, though. Margie planned several dance routines, so you had triple the practicing to do when it came to dancing.

♡ Andrew was surprisingly agile during fast-paced dances, he loved to twirl you in the air like in a movie and dip you so low you thought you were going to crash into the ground. Each yelp only spurred him to play with you more, drinking up your reactions and getting all giddy because it's you.

♡ As for slow dancing with Mister Kreiss? You're so lucky to say you're familiar with it. He hums along to whatever music you play in the background, and puts so much love into every step or twirl that you feel like your heart might burst. It's agony waiting to dance with him in a suit and dress rather than your pajamas.

♡ You're blown away when you see the wedding venue for the first time. It's pure white with shades of red sprinkled in, the same colours Andrew has hated about himself now repurposed to be something he'd look at fondly for the rest of his life. It was beautiful. Like him.

♡ You noticed a chair with an unfamiliar name on it. When you asked Andrew who it belonged to, he answered that it was for his late mother. She would have loved to come, he said.

♡ He doesn't take the day of the wedding very well. What do you mean he can't see you until the ceremony?! He wants to greet you, kiss you, practice some extra dance moves to be extra sure... he's grumpy while the guys of the manor dress and hype him up.

♡ "Alright, let's do this! THREE CHEERS FOR OUR MAN ANDREW!" William would cheer so loudly the girls would hear it from the other side of the church and burst out into laughter.

♡ Andrew couldn't stop his hands from shaking, though. His lifelong dreams were finally being realized. The love of his life was going to marry him tonight. Willingly. He could barely believe it.

♡ As for you? You're brimming with excitement at the idea of walking down the aisle and shooting an arrow of love straight into Andrew's heart. The girls are envious of you as they powder your face and tighten the seams of your dress.

♡ "I remember when you first met that boy," Michiko would say to you as she styled your dress, beaming at you through the mirror. "You were too shy to even speak to one another... ah, young love."

♡ It took a million checks to make sure you were ready to present yourself to everybody. Your hair, makeup, dress, veil, bouquet... everything had to be absolutely perfect. It was a bit difficult having so many girls look after you, because Tracy's idea of perfect was a little bit different than Michiko's. There was a lot of playful arguing, but you knew they just wanted this day to be flawless for you.

♡ Once the petals were strewn down the halls and the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their appearances, you finally presented yourself.

♡ It took everything in Andrew to not fall to his knees when he saw you. You were angelic, your white dress cascading down your back with a stunning hairstyle he's never seen you in before. Your bouquet was made of all your favourite flowers, and he could see the perfect shade of lipstick beneath your vail. You captured Andrew's heart as he leaned onto Luca's shoulder for support.

♡ Andrew wasn't the only one who had his breath taken away. Practically everyone was gawking at you. It made Andrew feel a little... possessive, seeing everyone's eyes on you. He was going to be marrying you. Not José, not Norton, not Victor but him.

♡ All of his negative feelings disappeared the moment you were in arms reach. He extended an arm to take your hand as you gladly obliged. When he felt the fabric of your dress against his wrist, electricity shot through his body for a second time.

♡ Being able to see Andrew up close was a dream come true. His usual matted hair was thoroughly washed and brushed, it appeared as if José had lent him a hand. His usual flower was still present even as he wore a breathtaking suit. He smelled like cologne and looked so nervous but in love... you couldn't wait to finally kiss your groom.

♡ His hands trembled as he lifted your veil to reveal your features to him. You flashed him a grin and he felt his heart explode. He danced his fingers along your cheeks until they met your shoulders, which he gave an affectionate pat before turning to the priest.

♡ He had Helena help him with his vows. He wanted to blow you away, to use words you didn't think he knew. It took him days to memorize the words of love he was going to bestow upon you. You overheard him talking to himself a few times, but never guessed they were his vows.

♡ He also has some trouble with words of affection. Andrew much prefers to hold you or do favours for you.

♡ "When I first met you, I didn't think I was worthy of love. It's still hard to believe, but... I promise to return to you every affectionate gesture you give to me. I'll love you always and forever, as my angelic wife. I want to grow old with you. I vow to protect you, adore you, and care for you as long as I'm your husband. Our hearts will always be melded together and nothing will ever change that. Thank you for saving me. I love you."

♡ His vows brought some of the survivors to tears. Most of them only knew Andrew as that really quiet guy who hid behind his girlfriend a lot, so to see him spill his heart out for you made the crowd let out a sea of "awwwh"'s.

♡ His face turned scarlet and he almost wanted to run out of the building and hide once he finished speaking. He stumbled over and mispronounced a few words, but you could tell he put his whole heart into it and he meant every word he said.

♡ When he's finally able to kiss you, Andrew dips you low and assaults your entire face with kisses, treading past your lips. He doesn't care about smudging your makeup or embarrassing you, you're finally his wife and he just wants to feel your face after waiting all day to.

♡ The cheers once you become man and wife are astounding. When you tossed the bouquet it was caught by Eli and Gertrude.

♡ Demi helped to bake an enormous cake, one that's almost as tall as you. On top were little toppers meant to look like you and Andrew that you kept as mementos.

♡ The reception was definitely more of a party than the wedding was. Antonio and Margie played music for everyone to dance along to, and a karaoke session was held as well.

♡ Andrew was a little stressed out by how much noise there was, but you reminded him everyone there loved him and he melted. He's not used to all this positive attention.

♡ Your heart burst when he extended an arm and asked you to dance. You had been practicing for so long that when you finally attended the real event, it felt like a dream.

♡ For just a few minutes, nothing existed but Andrew's arms around you and the elegant music brought to you by a live band.

♡ Once all the food is eaten and gifts are exchanged, everyone bids you farewell. The girls cry when they hug you and the guys all pat Andrew on the back, wishing him good luck for... what couples do on their wedding night.

♡ When you two finally arrive home, Andrew is exhausted. He's never been to such a crowded event before, especially one where he's the main focus.

♡ He'd need to lay his head in your lap and relax as he plays with your dress. The fabric felt so pleasing under his fingers. He was so in love with every part of you. He needed to be as close to you as possible after being kept from you, and from being in public with you. He cherished alone time like this.

♡ Once he's rested up, you'd have to unpack all your gifts! Each survivor and hunter gifted you something for your domestic life with Andrew. Matching mugs, blankets, cutlery, paintings... you were drowning in presents.

♡ It took an hour, but you finally unwrapped and stored everything away.

♡ Which leads to...

NSFW ;;

♡ You and Andrew have had sex before. Maaany times. He views it as making up for lost time, it helps with his insecurities, and he enjoys making you feel good. Andrew will do everything in his power to make sure the lovemaking on your wedding night is nothing short of magical.

♡ When you're settled at home and can't think of any more chores to do, Andrew is more anxious than he's ever been. His face is red in a furious blush and he's barely able to muster a sentence as he stands stiffly, lustful eyes on you.

♡ He knows what couples are meant to do on their wedding nights, and he's so excited to make your wishes come true, but this poor boy has no idea how to initiate things. Whenever you make love, it's because he's visibly horny but too anxious to say anything so you take care of him.

♡ You approached your husband, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you stared up into his eyes. He didn't look at you or respond to your inquiry of whether he's okay or not. The growing tent in his pants spoke for itself.

♡ Your eyes widened when you felt his erection brush against your thigh. He could tell that you felt his arousal ー because he hoisted you up bridal style and pressed an openmouthed kiss to your lips. He was going to take you, and he was going to do it right.

♡ His sudden burst of confidence lead to him carrying you to your bedroom, and he gave you another kiss before gently placing you down on the bed.

♡ Andrew wouldn't know what to do next. He wants you eat you out for hours but... your dress is in the way. And he doesn't feel like taking it off just yet. No, he wants to take his sweet time with you. It's your wedding night, after all.

♡ His solution? Dry humping. He's always adored being able to rut against you like a wild animal, and getting to do so in your elegant wedding gear has him rearing to go. He doesn't want to soil your gown, no, he just wants to do something absolutely filthy in attire that's meant to be for a ceremony all about you.

♡ He would spread your legs as far as they possibly could go in your dress. When he hikes your dress up to your lower stomach and finally sees the sweet dessert laid out just for him, he's bucking his hips into the cold air for any sense of relief.

♡ He'd press his clothed cock against your panties and see stars. His lovely wife was so close to him but so far... he wasn't sure how long he could last like this.

♡ Andrew ground against you in a frenzy, arms snaking around your back as his face nestled itself in the crook of your neck, sucking sweet little kisses onto the flesh. He groaned when he rubbed against you just right, aiming to hit the same spots over and over again.

♡ He wouldn't let your needs go unnoticed. Andrew would angle himself to rub against your clit, and he'd pay special attention to your neck as he desperately got himself off with your body.

♡ The low groan that escaped from his lips as he came into his boxers went straight to between your legs. As he rode out his high, he'd push your panties aside and finish you off with his fingers before pulling away. Something about cumming before even getting his clothes off made him growl with need. And it made him desire you even more than he already did; skin to skin this time.

♡ Andrew asked you to undress him. You felt him shudder underneath you as you removed his suit and got him out of his pants. Stripping him reminded you that beneath all the cologne and hair gel, it was still your Andrew. His scarred body yearned for yours and you were more than happy to press a chaste kiss to his chest once he was undressed, your way of telling him you loved him.

♡ Your husband would ask you to sit in his lap, right on top of his aching boner just begging to be touched, and grind against it as he undid the several seams on your back.

♡ Andrew loves mirrors. He doesn't like seeing himself in them, but you? He could watch you be undressed through a mirror all day long. He thinks his hands look good when they're unbuttoning the fabric keeping him from you.

♡ You looked so radiant that Andrew would need to fuck you in front of a mirror just to truly see you.

♡ He would take his sweet time with you, for every untied string he would thrust up to grind against your clothed pussy and nibble your shoulders. Hearing you mewl in his lap causes his hands to fumble as he undresses you. He wondered just how someone could be so cute every time a moan is pulled from your throat.

♡ Andrew felt a little dejected once your dress was ready to come off. He would miss seeing you in it.

♡ ...Those feelings didn't last long, though. The moment he laid eyes on your bare body he was surging with confidence and hunger.

♡ "You look so ravishing... my... my wife..." he muttered, mostly to himself. It appeared he was still in disbelief that you were a wedded couple. Throughout the night he'd periodically mumble to himself that you were his wife, or he'd call you Mrs Kreiss. It had a lovely ring to it.

♡ Andrew wants ー no, needs ー to taste you after being away from you for so long. He would eat you out like a man starved.

♡ Positioning his face between your thighs, Andrew licked a sloppy stripe up your pussy, stopping right below your clit. Then he'd lick back down, avoiding the place where you needed him most. Your frustrated groans earned a soft chuckle from Andrew. He wanted to draw this out... he was in a playful mood.

♡ He massaged your thighs as he teased your folds, finally pulling away to ask you the question that would be the death of you. "Tell me what you want, my... wife..." his voice dropped in volume when he reached your title. He didn't care in that moment how cheesy it sounded, this was the ultimate night to be sappy with his angel.

♡ "Enough teasing, Andrew, please... eat me out," you'd weep through gritted teeth as your husband nibbled your thighs and nodded his head in response your pleas.

♡ Now that he's gotten you riled up for him (he wants to feel needed), he's not holding back. Andrew is the king of being unintentionally rough. He'd leave your core battered from how deep his licks are and how his chin smacks against your soft flesh.

♡ The moment Andrew feels you contract and twitch around him, he's slipping a wet finger into your walls to torture you further. He won't stop his ministrations even as you cum hard around him.

♡ He's extra passionate for your wedding night which translates into him not giving you a break. He doesn't want to pull away from your pussy, he wants to keep his head burrowed between your legs for as long as he possibly can. His tongue is going to commit every inch of you to memory tonight.

♡ If you really want to make this night worth your while, tackle Andrew once you feel overwhelmed and turn the tables on him.

♡ He loves when you take control and take him by surprise. One minute he was devouring you, and the next you've pushed his back against the headrest and you're lowering your head dangerously close to his cock.

♡ He wants you to feel good even as you suck him off, so Andrew will finger you while your lips are wrapped around his dick. He'll angle himself so the palm of his hand rubs against your sensitive nub. It drives him wild how sloppy your strokes and licks are when you're on the verge of cumming.

♡ He'd prefer to cum in your mouth. It's an intimate night, he doesn't want you to be completely covered in his seed just yet. He'd rather save that for the honeymoon.

♡ Chest heaving against your back, Andrew's next move is to pull you into his lap again. Remember how much he loves mirrors? He'll seat you right on his cock and direct your face with his hands to look right into the mirror across from your bed.

♡ "My wife," he'd murmur into your shoulder before snapping his hips into yours.

♡ Having Andrew's mouth so close to your ears means you'll get to hear every gasp and purr that he emits. And he makes a lot of quiet noises he tries to hide.

♡ Andrew made sure to cup a hand around your breasts and kiss your neck & lips as well. He wants to surround you. He wants all of your senses to be overtaken by him until you can't function.

♡ He would whisper praise into your ear, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you feel around him. It's not like him to be this bold and dominant but you're loving it.

♡ Andrew asked to cum inside you that night. When he finally reached his climax, he lifted you up so he could admire the string of cum connecting the husband to his wife. He was addicted to the sight and made sure to capture it in his memories for as long as he could.

♡ After several more rounds of rough licks and hard thrusts, Andrew would want something more soft and classic with you.

♡ Gently lowering you onto the mattress, Andrew would hover over you and press a tender kiss to your lips. With one long thrust, he'd fill you right up and stay like that, your hands connecting.

♡ His thrusts would be slow and sensual, making love to you rather than just fucking you. Don't be surprised if you feel hot tears drop onto your shoulders. This is one of the most sentimental moments of Andrew's whole life.

♡ Your tongues would dance as your lips locked in an intense kiss, you can tell how desperately he's trying to last and make this feel good for you.

♡ Andrew quickly repositioned himself to hit that spot inside of you. He's committed the location to memory, and wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't relentlessly batter it tonight.

♡ Your sudden gasps caused his thrusts to grow frantic, his hot breath fanning onto your neck as he plowed you into the mattress.

♡ You could feel his smirk on your skin when you began to pulse around him.

♡ "Good girl..." he would purr, rubbing circles on the back of your hand as you rode out your high. Hearing your cries of pure ecstasy pushed Andrew over the edge, and he emptied himself into you. You had never felt so stuffed before.

♡ Once you've decided you had enough, Andrew's entire demeanour changes. Before, he was determined to push your limits and hear your cries, while now he's insisting that you take a bath. He feels awful that he ruined your hair and makeup, plus you're littered with hickeys and your thighs are stained with seed... he doesn't know that you wouldn't have it any other way.

#andrew kreiss x reader #idv x reader #identity v imagines #andrew kreiss smut #andrew kreiss #andrew kreiss imagine

[idvlover]

Can I please request a poly relationship with Margaretha, Demi and Vera x female or neutral gender reader? All of them are having a girls night just the four of them please? Only if you're comfortable with that and thank you! ♡

You have no idea how much that cat picture makes my day thank you

Poly! Margaretha × Demi x Vera x gn reader headcanons:

Girls night with these three is actually pretty fun. While Vera might seem like a hard ass, when she relaxes she's actually pretty chill

Demi of course always brings the drinks. Unless s/o is like 20 then she'll bring juice or soda for them or if they just aren't a fan of alcohol

Margarethe always playing the record player to some type of music to dance to

And Vera likes doing makeup. If s/o doesn't know how to apply makeup she'll gladly show them how and give tips, she'll even do their hair. She just really loves making her girlfriends and s/o feel beautiful

Probably had to snatch a glass from Demi to prevent her from messing up her recently applied lipstick

Meanwhile, Margie is gushing about how Vera did such a great job

They all talk about how their week went or about funny parts of their life

If s/o is okay with it, they like having a cuddle pile. Demi will have her head in someone's lap, Margie leaning on someone's side, and Vera having someone lay on her somewhat

If s/o is from a modern period. They all probably watch movies, shows, or YouTube on their computer, or watch s/o play games on it. The same goes for the Nintendo switch if they have one

S/o probably played a new game called inscryption and all three of them immediately wanted a real game mode for Norton since the dude you're playing against is a prospector

S/o doesn't know why they want that, but oh well

Demi knows how to cook really well. So she makes a shit ton of food for the night, so much that she tells the girls and s/o they need to come to the main kitchen with her and help her carry all the food back to the dorm

"Why so much food?"

"Because. Just because."

Margie playing all the songs on the computer to max volume. Good thing the manor walls are silent proof

She also definitely made s/o dance with her and dragged Vera along. Demi was already dancing

Probably had another cuddle pile and just watch TikTok

Demi likes the cooking accident videos

Margie likes the videos where the comment section is hilarious. Or the one's that read tweeter posts

Vera likes almost everything. But mostly the storytime videos

They also learned about covid that way

Nearly forced the manor to wear masks until s/o told them there's no way to catch it if they can't leave to begin with

If s/o has any pets. Margie is definitely hogging them

None of them even go to bed they just fall asleep in whatever position they're in and regret it in the morning due to neck pain

#idv x reader #margaretha zella headcanons #margaretha zella x reader #margaretha zella #vera nair #vera nair headcanons #vera nair x reader #demi bourbon headcanons #demi bourbon #demi bourbon x reader

[yourlocaldiabetes]

🎨 Paint Your Sorrows.

(An Edmike Angst)

A/N: hello everyone!! sugar here :) this is my first time posting on tumblr so i have no clue what im doing honestly sjsjsjjs,,, i wanted to post this angst fic of edmike i wrote a while back so i hope u enjoy!! 💗 i would also like to mention that in i headcanon chloe (perfumer) and edgar were childhood best friends but have lost contacted ever since chloe’s (vera) death. so edgar doesn’t know chloe is secretly vera in disguise but chloe does recognise edgar :’) i apologise in advance if i caused any confusion or if i wrote the character’s personalities wrong!! thank you <3

cw: blood, description of dead bodies, lots and lots of crying,,,

3rd person POV

How did everything happen so quickly?

Days ago, he was just fine. Scoffing at others and painting like usual. He had his annoyed charm that Mike adored to tease. And his heart fluttered even more when he caught him softly smiling.

It was no surprise that the acrobat had a growing crush on the painter. The entire manor knew about it and maybe, just maybe, Edgar knew about it too himself. But that doesn't matter any more.

Mike walked through the halls of the manor with a bouquet of white lilies in hand. Emma was kind enough to help him pick out some flowers and patched them up to look presentable. He also brought a brown teddy bear that he begged the new survivor to make. What was their name again...? He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember why he was holding all of these.

Why was he wearing a black suit and not his usual costume...?

Mike automatically stopped walking when he reached a certain someone's door. The door was bombarded by flowers and candles. And in the center of it all, was Edgar Valden's picture in black and white.

It all happened just 3 days ago in a match. The match consisted of Fiona, Tracy, Edgar and Mike himself. The hunter Percy was quite new to the manor as he had just arrived a few months ago though Mike had some matches with him so he was somewhat familiar with him. The map was Moonlit River Park, one of Mike’s favourite maps as it brought back oh so many wonderful memories. The sound of glass cracking was heard and the match had begun.

Mike was swapped at a cipher near the roller coaster stand. He ran over to it and began clicking away at the cipher. Halfway through the cipher, Edgar’s panicked voice was heard. “The hunter is near me!” Instantly a whooshing sound came by, Tracy must have summoned her bot which most survivors call George. The bot soon arrived at the cipher Mike was currently deciphering and began to turn the gears of the cipher machine. Ignoring the constant sound of whooshing from the mechanic, Mike enthusiastically yelled, “Come on keep it up!” while clicking away on the cipher machine.

A notification appeared the moment Mike popped the cipher.

“Edgar Valden has been containing the hunter for 60 seconds.”

Mike happily grinned at the notification. Edgar had always been one of the best containers in the manor ever since his arrival despite being one of the newbies alongside Ganji and Annie. He’s even been compared to the top containers such as Norton and even rescuers like Naib. Though, Edgar always simply shrugged at the compliments he received and ignored the person. Plus, Edgar wasn’t exactly the easiest person to talk to. He wasn’t the type to beat around the bush. Every word that came out of his mouth were straightforward and bold. Some said it felt like pure poison. When confronted about his words, the painter just rolled his eyes and stated he only spoke his mind. Even survivors like Emma or Demi who could honestly get along with everyone agreed that he was a tough cookie to crack. Thus, people gave up on pursuing the painter and just casted him aside.

And that’s where Mike’s fun began. He decided to provoke the painter to finally see him crack. He tried everything to crack the painter. Teasing, flirting, pranking. You name it. And eventually butterflies began to grow in his stomach whenever he saw Edgar. His heart races and his face becomes red hot. Mike tried to talk to Demi about it over a drink at the bar and all she did was laugh and smile. “Oh sugar, you got a whole storm comin.” He remembered her words when he first opened up about it. But now, Mike Morton can 100% confirm with no doubts, he’s in love with Edgar Valden.

‘Whack!’ Mike hissed in pain. He turned in head towards the direction he was whacked and found a fuming Tracy Reznik behind him. “Hey what gives Tracy?'' The acrobat groaned at the mechanic who had her arms crossed. “What gives is that you haven’t been decoding for so long that crows have you circling over you!'' Tracy pointed above Mike’s head and he did in fact have crows circling over his head. “While you were busy in dreamland, Me and Fiona were already on the last few ciphers! You’re lucky Edgar has been kitting the entire match or the hunter would have snatched you while you were busy daydreaming.''

Mike playfully raised up his hands in defence. “Cmon Tracy! Cut me some slack! Y'know I ain’t the best decoder around. Plus with your cipher rush you can just pretend I ain’t even here!” The mechanic sighed at his words and rubbed her temples. She signalled her head over to a cipher near the carousel. “Fiona is over there, go help her decode the last cipher. I’ll be over at the exit gate.” The acrobat made an ok gesture and left for the cipher.

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“Edgar Valden has been containing the hunter for 120 seconds.”

Was what the notification said when Mike arrived at the cipher Fiona was deciphering. The priestess noticed him and warmly smiled. “Greetings Mike.” Fiona said with her silky smooth voice. The acrobat enthusiasticly waved at her in response and went beside her. He started turning the gears that were on the cipher. “Thank our lord and saviour Hastur that Mr Valden has been kitting that long! Or else all of us would be dinner for the hunter tonight!'' Fiona beamed brightly. Despite plastering a fake smile on his face, Mike was mentally rolling his eyes. Fiona was a lovely lady and all but her obsession with the hunter ‘The Feaster’ but most call him Hastur. She believed that Hastur was the reason we’re all still alive and kicking and not know... dead.

Trying his best to grin through Fiona’s constant chatter about Mr Tentacles, he nearly forgot the cipher was nearly done. He pulled back Fiona just in case she didn’t notice and yelled “Cipher Machine Primed!” so the others could hear. Immediately, Edgar’s voice came rushing through. “Focus on Decoding!” And that was the sign to pop it. The acrobat clicked the cipher one last time and it glowed bright orange as a loud siren was heard. “Head over to the exit gate and check on Tracy! I’ll go make sure if Edgar’s ok.” Mike told Fiona and she nodded in reply and dashed for the exit gate.

Edgar was near the tent still kitting Percy, who surprisingly didn’t have detention when Mike found him. He was skilfully throwing down pallets and wasting Percy’s time. Mike’s heart skipped a beat when he and the painter made eye contact. But instead of a loving or friendly look, he gave the blond a cold hard glare. “What in the world are you doing here Motron?? Here to throw some of your immature and pathetic comments about my eyes again?” Edgar scoffed as he threw down more pallets. ‘Ouch. That hit right in the heart.’ Mike mentally frowned. He quickly brushed it off and smugly leaned back. “Nah nah. Just here watching you awesomely destroy the hunter with those amazing reflexes of yours sweet cheeks.” Mike flirtatiously winked. Edgar’s face went from pale to a slight red colour at the acrobat’s tease.

“Silent at once you imbecile! Just go to the damn exit gate!” Edgar shouted, clearly annoyed as he tried to compose himself. Mike giggled at his flustered behaviour. “And miss a chance to see the amazing Edgar Valden kite? No way.” The acrobat jokingly exaggerated. The painter tsked and began to ignore Mike’s immature comments. Percy who was watching the scene unfold and still being kitted by Edgar let out a grumble. Mike noticed and turned his attention to the hunter. “Ooo, how does it feel getting kitted by the best kitter in the manor hmm?” Mike sneered with his classic grin. “You don’t even Detention. Sucks to be you huh?” Mike shrugged his shoulders in a bored manner. Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw Percy twitch. Despite that, he continued with one last final remark as the final bullet with a sly grin. “You must be a pretty bad hunter to get kitted the entire match and not even get a single hit.”

‘Whack!’

The sound of a heavy metal hit filled the three’s ears. Mike looked towards the direction where the sound came from and saw Edgar with his icy blue eyes and mouth wide open with crimson red blood beginning to drool down his forehead. Edgar stood completely still for a split second, trying to process what happened to him. He let out a shaky groan then crashed down onto the cold hard floor with his eyes shut tight. “Edgar!” Mike screamed out with panic and instantly dashed over to the painter who was almost lifelessly lying on the floor.

“Edgar..? Edgar...! Can you hear me?!” Mike violently shook Edgar, tears beginning to form in his blue eyes. No response. Mike frantically checked his body for signs for a pulse or a heartbeat, just any sign this was all a cruel mean prank but no luck. “No....” Mike barely let out a whisper backing away from the brunette’s cold body, a single tear dropped onto Edgar’s chest. “No.” He said it again but with more strength to his voice, more droplets of tears soaked Edgar’s coat. “NO! NO! NO!” Mike loudly wailed as he aggressively yanked onto his golden locks, a pool of tears dripped onto the painter’s pale face.

For a split second, Mike swore he saw Edgar’s face twitch with his own eyes. Mike frantically shook the painter with begging weeps. “Edgar! Please wake up...” No response yet again. The acrobat weakly laughed. What was he expecting? Edgar to magically wake up and laugh out it’s a prank? He’s as good as a dead corpse. Mike thought that all hope was lost until he heard a weak familiar winch. The blond turned his direction towards the sound and saw Edgar who barely had his icy eyes open and his chapped lips slightly parted. ‘It can’t be... Did a miracle actually happen...?’ Mike furiously shook his head when he saw the painter’s weak state. Tears began to fall from his eyes again.

“Edgar....?” Mike barely let out a whisper, his voice shattered from screaming. Edgar’s blue orbs stared weakly at Mike, like they were gonna shut anytime soon. “Morton... I....” Edgar strained his back and started to violently gasp for air. Mike instantly stood up, ignoring the pain from his body. “I’ll go get Tracy and Fiona! You stay here!” When the acrobat turned around, he felt a weak but desperate tug at his sleeve. “No!” He heard Edgar say with all the strength he had left. “Please don’t leave me...” He barely muttered out. The painter was trying his best to lean up but he winched back down in pain. Seeing the painter struggle, Mike rushed over to Edgar and held him tight. Despite Mike’s support, Edgar’s back fell hard onto the floor and caused even more damage to his head. Edgar bit his lip in pain, even during his dying moments, he couldn’t forget about his ego. Mike desperately tried to keep Edgar’s eyes open but deep down he knew, time is running out. Mike slapped himself on the face as he knew that tears will once again rain from his face. Edgar stayed silent as he tried his best to ignore the burning pain in his skull. But eventually all good things must come to an end.

Edgar let out a loud cough alerting Mike’s attention. “Now now, Morton... Blue isn’t a s-suitable colour on you...'' His raspy voice hit Mike’s heart even harder. The acrobat sniffled as he looked at the painter’s weak state. “E-Edgar.... I’m sorry. It’s all my fault that this is happening.” Edgar’s eyes were close to shutting tight. He knew what he had to say. “Morton... Please don’t blame yourself for this... You-“ The brunette was cut off by more violent coughing escaping his mouth. “You were tolerable unlike the rest of this fake world. So...” A drop of a tear left Edgar’s blue eyes. He shakily held Mike’s blood stained hand. “Thank you for letting me feel what love is.” Edgar’s breathing came to a halt. His chest stopped rising and lowering. And his cold blue eyes that Mike adored so much finally shut tight for good. The next thing he knew Mike was screaming on the top of his lungs like there was no tomorrow.

“Morton!”

‘Huh...?’

“Mike Morton! Are you there?”

‘Who’s calling my name...?’

‘Snap!’

Mike’s head turned towards the snap sound and saw the perfumer with her classic brown hair tied up in a bun, wearing a puffy sleeve black dress with her fingers doing a snap pose right in his face. Her waist was bent downwards for her head to match Mike’s head level. Noticing that she had caught Mike’s attention, she stood up straight and composed herself. She cleared her throat and awkwardly looked towards the side. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the perfumer holding a bouquet of flowers. Giving out a weak grin towards the female, he gestured towards the spot next to him. Hesitation was in the brunette’s eyes but she came around and sat down next to Mike. The acrobat’s blue eyes were focused on Edgar’s black and white portrait. He took a quick glance at the perfumer and saw her also looking longingly at the picture. “I miss him too, Chloe.”

Chloe’s black eyes widened at the use of her real name. She was so used to getting called her twin sister’s name, Vera ever since she took her life. She remembered that day so well. Every night, she would stay awake thinking about the murder. If only, she wouldn’t have been such a snake, maybe Vera would still be here. When she had heard of Edgar’s passing, she broke down and told the manor participants everything. Her true identity, her relationship with Edgar and how awful she felt about her beloved twin sister.

Most survivors felt utter disgust towards the perfumer. “You killed your own twin sister out of greed and jealousy and even stole her identity? I can’t believe you tricked us all.” She remembered the lawyer’s cold words when she was on the manor’s floor weeping over the reveal. But what made it worse was his final words to her before leaving. “You are a monster from the deep darks of hell Nair.” Very few showed sympathy. “It must have been an accident Chloe... Please don’t be so hard on yourself. What’s done is done. No matter how hard you would like to take it back.” Emily had gently spoken to her after her reveal in the infirmary. The usually composed doctor had a shaky tone in her voice during the last few words. In the past few days, she’s been greeted by disgusted and feared glances.

Some people who she had considered her closeted mates turned a blind eye towards her. Only a few survivors left in the manor gave her pitiful looks but still remained their distance. All the attention and admiration from others that she built up for years had vanished away. Edgar’s death left a bigger impact on the perfumer. He was the only person who understood her since they were little. He knew that she was envious of her much preferred twin sister and yet stayed with her and listened to her. They built a bond that was unbreakable. Chloe remembered the day Edgar had arrived at the manor. Her black eyes widened with shock. Ever since she left for Oletus Manor, she never thought she would meet him again and yet here he was, standing there with his paint brushes and canvas. Tears flooded down her cheeks as her black mascara ran and formed black messy streaks on her doll like face.

“Edgar...!” She rushed over to him and hugged the painter with all her might. “Oh Edgar!... I never thought I'd see you again...” She weeped tears of joy and held him close. Edgar was taken back at first. It couldn’t be her right...? “V-Vera...? How... I thought you were dead.” Chloe heard the shock and surprise in his voice. What was he saying? She was Chloe, not Vera! Just as she was about to correct herself, she remembered. Vera’s black eyes lifeless on the floor. Her high quality clothes were soaked with blood and face was stained with teardrops. She was now Vera Nair. “Of course am I you knuckle head! Why wouldn’t I be good ol Vera?” Chloe said in a upbeat tone that her twin sister always used. Vera was the more energetic twin between the two after all. And that’s how her lying and manipulating towards her once called best friend started. Oh how much she yearned to cry into his arms, sobbing to him that it was in fact not Vera but Chloe. Chloe stared at Edgar’s picture that was coloured in black and white. “I wonder what he would think of me now if he knew the truth.” She weakly cackled to herself, completely forgetting the acrobat beside her. Her laughing then turned into sobbing. Tears ran down her eyes that were covered with dark eye rings as she tried to hide her face in shame. “I never got to tell him... Out of everyone here, he deserved to know the most.” She choked out and mourned.

Mike stayed silent. He didn’t know what to say. Chloe’s known Edgar since he was little and he had known him just for a few months. The bond between the two was stronger than any bond Mike had. What would Edgar Valden have said to his childhood friend who was lying to him all along? The acrobat took a deep breath in and started to comfort the weeping perfumer. “Look Chloe, I know we will never know what Edgar would have truly said but,” Mike looked at the female beside him, her tears still flooding down her doll face and in her eyes were a glimpse of hope. Using this chance, Mike continued. “He wouldn’t hate you. Out of everyone, he must have understood your pain the most. And you understood him. He loves you Chloe. He couldn’t ever never want to see you again.'' Chloe's cries came to a halt when Mike finished his comfort speech. A small weak smile appeared on the brunette’s chapped lips.

“You really think so?” Seeing Chloe smile brought joy to Mike for some reason. She probably hasn’t smiled as Chloe Nair for a while as he'd assumed. Going back to his normal nature, Mike grinned from side to side. “Of course! He may seem like some grumpy ol grumpy pants but I tell ya! He’s gotta heart of gold toots!'' A snort came out of the perfumer and the little snort turned into a fit of laughter. Mike’s grin grew wider as he joined in on the laughter. The tears that came out of Chloe’s eyes were no longer tears of sorrow or pain but tears of genuine joy. Mike did it. He made Chloe forgive herself. Now she can move on and start a new chapter of her life in the manor. Not as Vera Nair but as Chloe Nair.

The laughter soon died down as the perfumer cleared her throat. She reached for her pocket and took something. Curious, Mike tried to peek over to see what the mysterious object was. Chloe stared at the object with a tender look and soon looked at Mike with determination. “I think you deserve this more than I do.” In her hands was a paintbrush. And with closer inspection, the word ‘passion’ was carved into it with a small red ribbon tied onto it. The blonde fondly looked at the paintbrush but then widened his eyes in realisation. “Is this-'' But before he could finish, Chloe was a step ahead. “Edgar’s. He gave it to me on my birthday when we were 7.” The brunette stared down at the stick-like object with a warm gaze. “But I want you to have it.” She concluded, looking up at Mike. Mike shakily looked at it. A gift from Edgar to Chloe. It feels so wrong to take it from her just like that. A small smile came out of the perfumer. “Now I know what you’re thinking. Trust me, you deserve it more than I do. I knew from the start how you felt about Edgar.'' Mike's shoulder tensed up at the mention of his behaviour towards the painter. Damn, he fell hard. Chloe’s black eyes bore into Mike’s side profile as she stood up. Slightly bending down, she held out the paintbrush to him. “Please. Take it.” She pleaded with the acrobat. Knowing her intentions were pure, Mike craved in and nodded as he received the wooden paintbrush. The two turned their attention back to the black and white picture of Edgar Valden, though no words were spoken, they knew they were sharing the same thoughts and feelings.

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Entering back into his room after what seems like forever. Mike laid down on his bed, replaying the chat with Chloe. In his hands was the paintbrush of Edgar Valden. Looking around in his bedroom, he found a blank sheet of white paper. Thanks to his love for performance makeup, he decided to use that as paint. He took the ribbon tied paintbrush and dipped it into a brown blush container. Brown for his silky smooth hair. He then decided to add some blue from his face painting tray. For his beautiful icy blue eyes. And finally, red for his coat. For his aura. For his fiery personality. Setting down the paintbrush, he stared at the now complete artwork he had just made. It was messy, however it was from the heart. Mike took one last glance at the ribbon tied paintbrush and softly smiled.

“Might as well paint out my sorrows.”

A/N: there was no brown so yall have to deal with orange 👹/j

#identity v #idv #identity v imagines #edgar valden #mike morton #identity v painter #identity v acrobat #writing #how do you do tags 🥶 #edmike

[sunflower1experiment]

Kevin: *ties up his hair*

Emma: *senses the funny* oh snap

Kevin @ Edgar: IM NOT GON TELL YOU AGAIN! TAKE OUT THE TRASH!!!

Emma: *WHEEZE*

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Mary: hurry up so I can take you to grandma’s house

Robbie: but what I’m about to eat?

Anne: GO GET A CAPRISUN AND ROMAN NOODLES AND LETS GO

—

Luca: hey Anne guess what?

Anna: what?

Luca: guess what?

Anna: *stops reading her book* what?

Luca: DEEZ NUTZ HAHA-

Anne: *grabs him* make me stop reading my book for something stupid like that again!

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Teacher: class if you could take one thing from a fire what would it be?

Mike: my Spider-Man

Vera: my barbies

Orpheus: THE FIRE! YOU DUMB TWATS

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William: *spots Naib*…. *hears his jam* ohhh *dances to it*

Naib: Will- WILL

William: OH SNAP *helps him*

—

Mary: *having a meeting with the other hunters*

Antonio, Anne and Phillip:

Jack: Better make room *slides over with his S tier*

All of them in their regular outfits:……?

Jack: ah, a little overdressed *moonwalks away*

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Jack: *stalks Emily and Anne*

Anne: don’t look now but I think Jack is watchin us

Emily: oh where?

Jack: WOMAN SHE SAID DONT LOOK!

Anne: just carry her just because

Jack: *strolls over* lemme just grab her real quick

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Vera: *walks by*

Norton: DAYUNG OH MY GA!!!

Kevin havin a whole crush on Vera but Norton flexing: *slowly reaches for his his knife*

Emily: *slowly pushes it back down*…..

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Jose: *escapes from the bank* GOGOGOGOGOGO!!!!

Mike: you got that gas money?

Jose: THE ALARM WENT OFF I GOT NOTHIN!

Mike: I’m taking yo ass to jail

Jose: MIKEAL!!!

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Emily, Aesop and Vera: *dancing together*

Kevin: YAAAAHHH THOSE ARE MY STARS

The Suckas who’re dating them: Kevin sit your hype man self down

Jose and Demi: DONT TALK TO OUR MAN LIKE THAT

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Aesop: hey y’all I killed somebody

Eli and Andrew: *laughing* you’re to sweet-

The police taking this smirking chump away:……

*I mean it plays in the background*

Andrew: Victor turn the dang on song off

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Kevin: *getting ready to lasso Helenafrom the chair* I Gotcha babe-

Jose: *gets in the way*

Kevin: AY MAN WHATCHU DOIN!?

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Joseph: *walks in*

William: WE AINT SINGIN JACK-

Joseph: *aims his sword at their loved ones*

Kevin, Edgar, Naib and Servais: *start singing a whole verse*

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Kevin: Man it’s such a nice day out

Edgar: it’d be better if someone died

Kevin:….. *smacks him*

Patrica: *angry at Kevin* so you got sent to your room for slapping Edgar

Kevin: IT WAS WARRANTED!

Patrica: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HANGOUT WITH U!?

#incorrect idv quotes #identityv #identity v survivor #identityv characters #identity v hunter

[slversoul]

* archie renaux, demi male + he/they | you know samson reed, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, seven months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to age of consent by new order like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole standing in a room completely empty except for a crucifix on the wall, smoking only to step away from the crowd, standing still in the ocean from sunset to sunrise while staring at the horizon thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 4th, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( corny collins, 20, pst, she/her )

hey besties, this is my new child samson. very new muse and i’ll be taking things slow with him bc i’m still perfecting his voice (read: pretentious and annoying), but still want all the plots :) 

tw: violence, drugs, neglectful parents, affairs, emotional manipulation

born in bakersfield, california to aspiring theatre actress lorraine and retired veteran-turned-firefighter jeffery. 7 year age gap between the two. they were separated for long periods of time. samson would be left with lorraine’s parents while she commuted to la for shows.

once jeffery retired from the army, he got a job as a firefighter, and he and his wife moved to la. lorraine put her acting on hold to raise samson, until he went to preschool and she was hardly around anymore. 

he was always the first to be dropped off and the last to be picked up, but everything seemed okay with the young couple because they had a second boy, daniel, when samson was six.

samson was decidedly convinced he understood the meaning of life by age seven. everyone was searching for a way to leave a legacy behind, whether through people or acts of kindness or acts of violence. he made no effort to make friends. he didn’t have much to say to them, didn’t know how to have fun or how to emote. 

daniel and sam didn’t look much alike. everyone assumed daniel favored their dad and samson their mom. until it came out that lorraine had an affair while jeffery was away, and samson wasn’t even his kid. jeffery took dan and left.

lorraine and her remaining child moved to the cecil hotel, but it was unsafe, and they moved back in with her parents in bakersfield.

a long, drawn out custody battle ensued, and two years later, the family was reunited. jeffery dropped his brother off, never to be seen again except for his name on the monthly checks he sent.

having been separated for so long, the brothers became inseparable to make up for it. samson was his brother's protector, beating up daniel’s bullies on the playground, threatening anyone who wouldn’t play with him. 

lorraine got the lead in a huge play! they moved back to la, which gave both of the kids a fresh start.

 he was 14 and started high school, no longer at the same place as his brother. forced to branch out, he actually made friends. sure he didn’t say much, but his friends said enough for him. students flocked to him. he’d sit in the back of the classroom, raising his hand only to correct a teacher or spout some nonsense about how life was meaningless. the other kids constantly wanted to know what he was smoking. he would chuckle and say something about how he’d seen the future and it was just as bleak as the present. 

daniel was miserable and had no friends.

samson’s best friend was in love with him. he never saw it coming when she confessed. sure, he could tell how two people at a party were secretly pining for each other, but he could never tell how people felt about him.

he stayed home instead of going away to college because his brother asked him to, begged him not to leave. samson took firefighter training classes as a sort of rebellion, a cry for his mother’s attention. she had a new boyfriend. one they hadn’t even met. she was at his place more than she was at home. his friends left and went away too, but he still had his brother, making everything okay.

one day, his brother came up bruised and scratched up. samson was thrown into a rage, punching a hole in the living room wall. two weeks later, the kids his brother said beat him up were in the hospital. nobody knew he did it. nobody laid a hand on his brother and got away with it.

somehow, samson found more friends. going to concerts in his spare time, sharing his acid with the other people there, made him a lot of friends. and they’d sit around in their parents basements doing kafka readings and debating the existence of god. even there, he hardly spoke. when he did, everyone hung onto his every word because they thought it was so profound. he cut them off when daniel told samson that those same people had called him disgusting names.

at 22, running into some kids from high school, they caught up, and it came out that daniel had never been beaten up. in fact, he regularly beat up other kids and threw temper tantrums. nobody liked him, and he’d lied about it all to keep samson attached to him.

 the next day, he confronted him. he started crying, and he longed to comfort him, but he couldn’t give in. with a fuck you, he packed up his stuff, and left, no destination in mind, just the overwhelming emptiness of needing to get away.

he moved to massachusetts, and worked as a firefighter there. moved down to irving after his brother sent him an apology letter. he wanted a change of scenery anyway.

PERSONALITY 

he’s so pretentious it’s unreal. that’s all you need to know. just kidding, but that statement still stands. 

he sees people more as abstract ideas than as physical thing with thoughts and feelings and a beating heart. makes him really good at reading people. he was a big matchmaker back in high school, and a few weddings have resulted from it. 

he is quiet and reserved, keeping more to himself, but when he does speak, people tend to hang onto what he says. he doesn’t really let people in, but when he does, he dives in headfirst. it was how his brother took advantage of him. samson was so desperate to love and protect him, he was blinded to all the bad things he was doing. 

he is apathetic and nihilistic. despite his carelessness and distaste for life, he enjoys the little things. sitting on the beach. stealing fruit from the neighbor’s plants. going to a concert and meeting your best friend, only to never see them again. 

he doesn’t have much to say, and it’s hard to tell what he thinks of someone, but if he cares, he’ll reach out with no warning. it’s not uncommon to be met with radio silence, only to get a call from him at 4:28 pm asking if they want to go drive three states over. somewhere, deep down, he cares. i promise.

HEADCANONS

his favorite author is bertolt brecht. he read the three penny opera and vera; or the nihilist in 5th grade, and took them way too much to heart, and shaped his personality around them.

he actually enjoys being a firefighter. it started out as a joke, but if he is going to be on earth, he feels he might as well help people while he’s at it. sure he thinks everything is worthless in the end, but he knows not everyone things that way, so he tries to help save what he can.

two of his fingers on his right hand are crooked. his mom had guests over and he climbed high into a tree to read without being seen. he fell down and landed on his arm, shattering it. it healed except for the two fingers.

got his right ear pierced at some party.

is not on social media. is hardly on the phone at all.

secret talents: dancing, gardening, archery, carving. the only visible one is gardening and his care of plants. the others he doesn’t talk about or show unless he really cares.

this is the condensed version oops :// 

#irvingintro #smoking tw #violence tw #drugs tw #gaslighting tw

[yejixan]

summary : : ye-jin sees his mother for the first time in over ten years. she apologizes, ye-jin forgives her. hyeri feels a bit better, ye-jin feels empty on the inside. content warning for AWKWARD DIALOGUE WITH KASHIA OH MY GOD. 

This was, well, awkward. Extremely awkward.

Freya had finally left, telling Ye-Jin that she’ll meet up with them later and telling Hyeri that it was nice to meet her. Honestly, a part of them wished that the other had stayed, to help with the tense atmosphere caused by the two. Maybe it’s for the best, they thought to themself, gently picking up their cup of tea and sipping from it. I need to do this on my own. I have to.

“Ye-Jin.” They looked up, instantly meeting her eyes. It was both strange and relieving, a part of them thought she wouldn’t look at them. The last time she did, Hyeri held nothing but fear and disgust in her deep, brown eyes. Now, her eyes held shame and regret. Good, they thought to themself, she should feel ashamed and regretful. Sinister and dark words, things that will stay in their head. Because they didn’t have the courage to speak them into existence. “You’ve grown so much. What a handsome boy you turned out to be.”

A half-assed smile slipped onto their face, fighting the urge to sink into their seat or to slide away. “Thank you,” Ye-Jin said. “Luckily for me, I look more like you than Zeus.”

“Zeus. Your father.” Her words were strained and curt. The word “father” sounded so odd and foreign leaving her lips, or maybe it was just Ye-Jin hating the fact that she referred to the God like that. Zeus was more of a sperm donor than anything else. “Have you met him?”

“No,” they answered. “None of us have met the Gods.” He hoped that it would remain that way too.

“Oh.”

Silence fell over them. Hyeri holding tight onto her drink and Ye-Jin looking up at the sky. He wondered what the others were doing. He thought of Grace and Vera, imagining his sister’s enjoying the day with their parents. A perfect family they were, more perfect than whatever he had with Hyeri. He even thought about Alessio, wondering whatever that idiot was up to. Probably terrorizing some poor person, rip. Better them than Ye-Jin. Hell, he even thought about--

“The woman from earlier-- Freya, is it? She’s your… friend?”

He doesn’t look at her for a second, using that moment of silence to figure out if that was the proper way to describe the other. He couldn’t tell his mother that the two of them were enemies with benefits, she would probably lose her mind. Also, Hyeri didn’t need to know that part about him. They weren’t close like that. “Yeah, she’s my friend,” Ye-Jin said, just settling with the safest description, even if it was a lie. “She’s one of my many friends here.” Another lie.

While it was a lie, Hyeri didn’t need to know that. Not when she was slowly beginning to smile. “That’s good,” she said. “I was-- I was worried. That you were lonely here. You didn’t have a lot of friends when you were younger.”

Lips were sealed shut, the demi-god unable to tell his mother that it was because of her that they didn’t have any. Because Ye-Jin had to be the adult and take care of the house and make sure she was okay. No time to hang out with the other children or to go to the park. Their duties as a child consisted of doing homework, completing the shopping for food, and making sure the house was clean. “I didn’t like the kids at my school, they were a bunch of jerks.”

A lie after lie, just to make her feel better. They wondered if Hyeri was able to pick up on this, hoping that she would see through their façade, to prove that she was their mother. That she knew them better than anyone else. But they were met with more silence, more awkward and heavy silence. How did a woman who used to smile so brightly and laugh with such glee lose that spark? Now she was replaced with someone older, a shell of a former self. Was this their fault? No, no, it wasn’t their fault. They couldn’t take the fault for something like that.

That camping trip was not Ye-Jin’s fault, they had to understand that.

Their right hand fell on their knee, cupping it gently. There was pain, it was hurting just like that day. Exactly like that day, as if they were losing their leg for the first time. Not good, not good at all. They needed to leave, go to their apartment, their office, anywhere but here. “Mom, maybe we should--”

“I’m sorry.”

Ye-Jin’s words fell short, the pain and anxiety put on pause, all focusing on Hyeri. Focusing on the pain in her eyes, the tears that were falling, the determination that she held. “I’m sorry, Ye-Jin. I’m sorry for everything. For being a terrible mother, for pushing you to grow up, for leaving, for blaming you.” Her words started off soft before building in volume and confidence. “I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve stayed by your side. Because you were hurting, you were hurting more than me that day. But I pushed you away because I’m selfish and inconsiderate. Ye-Jin--” She stood to her feet, stepping over to the side before she bowed. “I’m sorry and I hope that one day you can forgive me.”

They were speechless. Jaw tight and heart racing. Just a few people were watching them, confused by what was happening, why the older woman was bowing, why Ye-Jin wasn’t telling her to stop. And they should, they wanted to tell her to stop but at the same time… they wanted her to continue bowing. For her to realize how she fucked up, for her to prove that she was sincerely sorry. They wanted to be selfish, they wanted--

“Mom.” They were standing too, their feet moving without them realizing and hand falling onto the woman’s shoulder. “Come on, stand up. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay--”

“It’s okay, I--” A deep inhale, Ye-Jin squatting to hopefully meet her eyes. And when they did, they could see the tears that were falling like raindrops. “I’m not angry, not with you. Not anymore at least.” They were years ago when Hyeri pushed them away and they were alone. But after a while, the anger shifted into deep sadness before smoldering all together. “We were both hurt and were trying to handle that pain in our own ways.” She sniffled, Ye-Jin felt the tears well in their eyes. No, they couldn’t cry. Not here, not now. “You pushed me away and that… that hurt. So much. I needed you back then, no one else. I needed you, my mother.

“But I’m not angry nor do I hold a grudge against you. Why would I? You were hurting too, not just me.” A beat, as they attempted to smile. “It’s okay, mom, you don’t have to apologize to me anymore.”

They were both silent. Hyeri who was squatting with her arm covering her eyes and Ye-Jin who held onto her free hand. It felt as though they traveled back into the past. To a time Hyeri was crying after a long day of work, of people who looked down at her and disrespectful customers. To a time Ye-Jin, so small and so gentle, took her hand into his and said ‘ it’s okay, mommy! ye-jin will take care of you! ‘. Back when life was simple and they were close. So, so, close.

And maybe they were close again, just for a few minutes. As if their bond had never been broken. As if things were normal again.

Minutes went by before Hyeri finally stood to her feet, though her hand still held on firmly to Ye-Jin’s. Her eyes were puffy and cheeks flushed, Ye-Jin was sure that their face would look like hers later on. “Come on,” they said. “Let’s look around. I’m sure you’re curious to see everything too.”

“Okay.” A beat. “Ye-Jin?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you,” she said. “For not hating me.”

He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “And thank you for coming to visit me. I… I’m glad that you’re here.”

#self para ☠ that youll be my last love #ft. hyeri an #ft. vera marshall #ft. grace marshall #ft. alessandro castellani #ft. freya waldron

[askaacallout]

Religion question anon here. No, what I was trying to get at was not assuming you'd discriminate against religion. I apologize if it came across that way. What my question meant was that would you have had a similar reaction to what happened on the Ask blog if you found out that you worked among someone who, for religious reasons, did not, for lack of a better word, 'endorse' the LGBTQ+ community. It's why my example was Catholsicim. (cnt in next ask)

"To be clear, I don't mean someone like an extremist calling for violence against the community, but someone who cannot endorse it due to religious beliefs but doesn't try to actively change the way you or the community do things.

Finally, as to what it has to do with anything... well, you made it clear you left the blog due to the other members supporting Trump. Trump was actively against the LGBT!+ community. However, I have seen claims that any religion that isn't okay with LGBTQ+, even if the don't try to actively harm the community, should be treated similarly. (cnt in next ask).

As for being Christian Mod Vera, that doesn't say much, what with the many denominations of Christianity. For example, Catholiscm doesn't endorse the LGBTQ+ direct actions, but the current Pope has said that he has no place to judge the community and doesn't promote hate or actions against it. So it's a wide spectrum."

So...you acknowledge that religion and people of faith exist on a spectrum, but you still generalize everything as being anti-LGBTQ+? LGBTQ+ and allies of faith exist (including myself), as do gay churches. And the higher-ups of organized religion do not represent all people in their communion. It's such a gross overgeneralization.

Whoever gave those "claims" that any religion isn't okay with LGBT+ is dead wrong. The two camps have a bad history, but there are many who are working on repairs. And they are not mutually exclusive.

And btw, given how homophobic and transphobic the Trump administration was, your question has already been answered. I, as a bi/demi woman, do not sit comfortably alongside MAGA hatters.

[eretheal-experience]

Can I get some headcanons for Ocean being introduced to some of the IdV survs and hunters by Selene or Emma, and her general first impressions of them? For the survs, Naib (the Mercenary), Vera (the Perfumer), Mike (The Acrobat) and Demi (the Barmaid) and for the hunters, Antonio (the Violinist), Michiko (The Geisha), Bon Bon (Guard 26) and Jospeh (The Photographer)?

Yeppers- I took brief notes on all of them, so hopefully her first impressions of them are accurate/mostly accurate-

Survivors

Naib (Mercenary): Ocean would be a little intimidated, considering what his career is. However, she wouldn't be so intimidated to the point she wants to runaway. She'd probably find his recklessness a little concerning despite being friends with and related to some very careless and ruthless people.

Vera (Perfumer): Ocean would get strange vibes from her. She'd feel as though Vera is hiding something. Considering Ocean hides a lot of things herself, it isn't a surprise that she'd more than likely be able to tell if someone else was keeping a secret. She wouldn't pry into it though, because she doesn't want to seem nosey or rude, and it's none of her business, anyway.

Mike (Acrobat): Ocean would find him easy to approach, even if he is a bit on the mischievous side. She'd be more than happy to watch him do tricks (if he asked her to, that is). She'd find Mike to be an interesting character, and he definitely reminds her of someone she knows. Maybe more than one person she knows she if chooses to think about it.

Demi (Barmaid): Another person Ocean would find easily approachable. She'd get along with her pretty well. However (even though she'd feel bad doing so), she'd definitely decline if Demi offered her something to drink (unless it was water, then she'd take it). The girl is under 21, after all (21 is the legal drinking age where I live).

Hunters

Antonio (Violinist): Despite his scary appearance, Ocean would find him to be at least a little likeable, especially since he plays violin like she does. Maybe he's not as easily approachable as Mike and Demi are, but he's definitely a close second. Ocean's not the type to judge based on appearance, anyway.

Michiko (Geisha): Her eyes would catch Ocean off guard at first, but Ocean would brush that off in matter of seconds (she is friends with someone who has three eyes, so-). She'd be quick to notice how Michiko doesn't really like people looking at her, since she feels that way herself sometimes. Ocean would definitely throw a few nice compliments her way (out of habit) after realizing this, even if she's a bit nervous while doing it.

BonBon (Guard 26): Ocean would probably be reminded of her friend Faye, who has an obsession with robotics, since BonBon is a robot themselves. Even if Ocean isn't sure how the robot is responding towards her (since they can't speak, and only make metal squeaking noises), she does think they're interesting.

Joseph (Photographer): Even though he comes off a bit arrogant, Ocean wouldn't try to think much of it. It's not that it doesn't bother her (because it does), but she's had to deal with arrogant people so much that she doesn't see a point in dwelling on it too much (in that moment, anyway). As far as understanding him if he starts saying stuff in French, she'd find it easy, since she can speak fluent French and all that.

Ahhhhh- My hand hurts from typing all of that lol -

#originalcharacter #identity v #ask stuff #ah ha ha #aaaahhhh #random oc

[yume-x-hanabi]

Echoing Song ~Kresnik Fragments~ (4th Night)

This is a translation of the fourth short story from the Tales of Xillia 2 Official World Guidance book. Prepare tissues.

--

The World Riding On A See-Saw

“Aah! I’m against tomatoes!” Elle’s tantrum could be heard all throughout the vegetable corner.

“They’re not just tomatoes, they’re cherry tomatoes. Aren’t they cute? You should try them at least once.”

“Boo! I won’t get tricked by a cute name!”

“Hey! Stop yelling, it’s embarrassing!”

Ludger and Elle both turned to me at the same time. “You’re the loudest one here.”

A nearby client snorted. My cheeks turned red. “You’re the ones who’re making me raise my voice!”

“Meow...” Rollo seemed to sigh in his carrier.

It had been a while since Spirius gave us a break. I was dragged on grocery shopping with Ludger and Elle.

Ludger looked like he was having fun as he pushed the cart around. Didn’t he have anything better to do on his rare holidays? … Well, not like I’m one to talk.

Setting foot in Trigleph’s giant supermarket was a shocking experience. A staggering amount of food was lined up in this stupidly huge building, in which more than ten times the total population of Nia Khera came and went to do their shopping. And perhaps the most incredible was that the food was replenished as soon as it was sold.

I had no idea there was such a world outside of Rieze Maxia… No, it was more that I had severed my ties to that world when I received my mission, because everything about the food lined up here—its production, export, sale—was based on devices using spyrix technology.

“Why do you hate tomatoes so much?” Ludger asked Elle.

“Because they’re all squishy and mushy.”

“But you like eggs, don’t you? Aren’t they squishy and mushy as well?”

They continued their chit-chat, ignoring how I was lost in thought. It was hard to believe this was an agent who destroyed worlds.

“Don’t compare eggs and tomatoes! It’s an affront to eggs!”

Elle tried to sound mature—and where did she learn that kind of expression anyway?—but the effect was a bit lost with her brown pigtails bouncing.

“Do you even know what an affront is?”

“I-I know! It’s when you make fun of someone.”

“Hmm. If you say so.”

“Hey! That’s an affront to me!”

Oh, so she understood after all. When you thought she was just trying to have the last word, it turned out she actually got the essential part down.

Ludger and Elle’s argument eventually settled on the decision to make rice omelette for dinner. In other words, Elle won. She marched toward the egg’s aisle with a triumphant look on her face.

“How soft.”

“Hm? Oh, she wants the sauce to be demi-glace. Instead of the usual, she asked me to cover the rice with a soft, fluffy omelet, like a bride’s lacy dress. She saw it on TV, apparently.”

“Not the food. You.”

Ludger’s eyes clouded from my brusque words. “That’s not true,” he answered bitterly.

I suddenly felt like water filled my lungs. …Ah, right. There was no way he was soft.

After all, you deceived me, killed my sister, and destroyed my world. What’s the point of acting humble now? It’s not like I’d ever forgive you. You, whose job is to destroy other people’s worlds. I’ll never forgive—

“Ludger! I found cheap eggs!”

The icy tension between Ludger and I was broken by Elle’s innocent voice. She was running toward us holding a pack of eggs.

“Look! It’s only 20 gald for a pack of six!”

“Don’t run! It’s dangerous.”

Just when Ludger yelled that, Elle ran into a cart pushed by a middle-aged woman.

“Elle!!” I screamed.

Packs of food and vegetables fell on the floor in slow-motion.

 Fortunately, Elle’s only injuries were slightly scrapped knees. However, Ludger was forced to pay for the food that was ruined due to her carelessness.

“You’re really stupid!” I told Elle. Relief turned my worry into anger.

We were sitting on a bench on the place in front of the supermarket. Elle’s clothes were sticky with egg yolk, and she looked dejected. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. At least you didn’t get hurt,” Ludger replied, wiping her shirt with a towel. He was being soft again.

Dude, that’s not how… Wait, why am I feeling so shaken?

“But you learned a lesson, didn’t you? Be more aware of your surroundings next time.”

“…Okay.”

I gasped.

Sparks ignited through my head. This was just like… just like the words of my sister when she protected me from Exodus fifteen years ago.

“You learned a lesson, didn’t you? You have to be more careful, Milla.”

“But… Muzét… Your eyes…”

Stop! Is this a joke!? It’s just eggs! Muzét lost her light because of that injury! That’s why she started hating me and she…

She…

“Unfortunately, the omelette will have to wait. …I’m broke.”

“You need to work, right? I’ll help!”

Like mirrors, the two smiled at each other.

“It’s not funny! Think of how it’d feel to be destroyed for some omelette!” Before I knew it, I had started screaming. “Destroying worlds! That’s what you mean by ‘work’!!”

“W-What’s wrong, Milla?” Elle asked in a shaky voice.

When I came to my senses, I was running through the streets aimlessly. There was nowhere I could go in this spyrix-infested world. My chest felt like it was going to burst open, but I couldn’t stop running.

 I knew what they were going through. I didn’t want to understand, but I did.

I kept screaming in my mind, and after running around for a while, I ended up at the park in front of Ludger’s apartment building. There was a long shadow basked in sunset. It looked silly, trembling along my unsteady breathing.

“Well, of course. It’s my shadow after all.”

I felt so tired… I sat down on a see-saw.

“In the end, there’s nowhere I can go…”

I sat alone in a city of steel and stone and spyrix.

An unknown city. Unknown people. An unknown world. The only thing that felt real was the warmth of my knees as I hugged them to my chest.

The shadow at my feet smiled faintly. “Haven’t you always been alone?” it said.

Back in Nia Khera, I knew the believers’ faces, but not their names. I didn’t know anything—not the meaning of my mission nor the true shape of the world. I didn’t know anything, did I?

“…No!”

I had a sister. A kind sister.

The shadow swayed eerily and whispered. “But that Muzét died because of you.”

No!

“Because you betrayed her.”

No!

“You killed her.”

No!

“She died hating you.”

No, no, no!!

I gasped. The shadow swirled and from its center came out my sister’s silhouette. I held my breath. Blood oozed from her mouth. A lance was sticking out from her chest and she glared at me, screaming…

“Milla!”

Something warm appeared by my side suddenly and called my name.

I raised my head and saw my red-eyed reflection in wide turquoise eyes. Elle’s face was so close I was startled. She looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t know how to word it. What a silly face. Heh heh heh… It’s funny how her feelings showed on her face, clear as day.

The moment I let out a breath, Elle jumped into my arms and hugged me. Just like that time when my world shattered.

“Don’t worry me like that! I thought you disappeared for good!”

Why was she angry? It didn’t make any sense. But…

“…I’m sorry.” I found myself apologizing, though I did not know what for.

The piece of board holding me and Elle creaked and lifted us in the air.

“Uwah!” Elle squealed excitedly, clinging to me.

On the other side of the see-saw were Ludger and Rollo. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how to word it. Pfft, peas in a pod, those two.

“Milla, the see-saw!” Elle adjusted her posture in my lap and rocked her body.

How complacent. The shadow sneered again. Playing with those who robbed you of—Yes, you’re right. I know that, painfully. But… Still…

“You know, that’s the first time I ride a see-saw!” Elle exclaimed.

My reflection in her turquoise eyes smiled.

I started rocking the see-saw vigorously, stomping on the shadow with all my force.

“Me too, actually!”

The world swayed, Elle laughed.

Ludger started humming a funny song following the rhythm of the see-saw going up and down. Elle joined him. How carefree, Mr. world-destroying agent. But that song felt nostalgic, as though I had heard it before… Should I start humming too? Only if I feel like it.

Ludger and Rollo. Elle and I. Back and forth. Up and down. The “world” riding on a see-saw in the corner of a city colored in dusk did indeed seem balanced.

 Extract from Spirius Corporation archives

Name: Ludger Will Kresnik

Address: Frères Apartments, Room 302, Trigleph

Date of birth: Primia 4285

Home situation: Foundling. Deposited at Zorya General Hospital, Trigleph. Family register and parents’ names unknown. Raised in Rodo Private Orphanage. Adopted in Primia 4290. Dependent of Julius Will Kresnik (foster brother).

Information compiled by: Julius Will Kresnik, Examiner

* P.S.: Evidence of tampering with the above data was found. Permission to investigate granted.

Signed, Vera Lou Leshy CEO’s Secretary

#tales of xillia 2 #fractured milla #ludger will kresnik #elle mel marta #yume translations #i cried while translating this

[gayllamafromspace]

I dunno if anyone would be interested in this at all, but I have an original project I've been mulling over for the past few months. I mean COMPLETELY original. Original characters, world, cultures (that take inspiration from some irl religions and practices), gods/religion. Literally everything.

Anyway, I have some OCs that I've been trying to flesh out a story for. Their names are Lyra Cygnus, Raith Vera, and Tori La Joya. There are some side characters of course (Quinton La Joya, Elaena Cygnus-La Joya, Susane Roe-La Joya... then the gods: Melanna, Ludor, and Zara)

Lyra is cannotically a Lesbian, Raith is Pan, and Tori is Demi/Polyamorous.

Ages:

At the beging of the story Lyra is 19, Raith is 70(she's a vampire, physically she is 20), and Tori is 12 - almost 13. This is when they all get together and meet.

When the real shit starts happening, Lyra is 22, Raith is 73, and Tori is 15.

By the end of the story, I'm thinking that Tori should be 19 or 20. So that would make Lyra 26/27, and Raith would be 77/78.

So the whole story takes place over the span of 7 to 8 years, with a few flashbacks and junk.

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What will the plot be? I'm still trying to figure that out. I do know that there will be war/battle/prophecies/magic and things like that.

Basically though, there's a prophecy about a human gifted by Zara with magick who would end the war between man and magick(a human hasn't been directly gifted for over a century, all witches at the current time are hereditary magick users - descended from the witches who were blessed well over 100 years ago.)

Now, all of the strings attached to that shit weren't accounted for. I'm trying to be as vague as possible lol. I do have pictures of my lovely children tho! I will reblog this with them.

Anyway, people die, people get hurt, horrible shit happens. There will be racism and political problems, along with religious clashes. Humans basically decided they they are the superior race and had begun worshiping their own God - a fake one, but it's all really a political sham in order to keep control and stuff. Only magical races, and some humans, worship the REAL gods.

The Gods:

Melanna, the first God. Goddess of creation, light, darkness, love, and authority.

Ludor, the second God, created Melanna (he was once a mortal Nymph, they fell in love and she made him a god) he's the God of life, death, reincarnation, balance, and change.

Zara, the child of Ludor and Melanna. She is closest to the mortal races of Renowyn (the world they live in), she's the Goddess of peace, magick, mortality, and fate.

Mortal Races:

There are of course all of the animals from this world.

Avians are a race of winged humanoids that were created in Melanna's image. They are diverse, and basically the messengers of all races. (Think Angels, but less ethereal) They were the first race created, they have free thought and individuality. The only thing Melanna asks is that they always seek new knowledge and insure that freedom is never stripped from those undeserving. Avians can live a very long time, 300 years at most. An Avian society can be best compared to one of ancient Rome or Greece. Avians can use magick.

Nymphs were the second race Melanna created, and the race that Ludor came from. The Nymphs have horns, pointy ears, and tails. The are humanoid, like the Avians, but lack the defining wings and longer life spans. Nymphs can only live up to 100 years. The Nymphs were created to bring peace and fertility to the earth. They're culture can be best compared to that of Native Americans. There are 4 different types tribes. The forest tribe, the desert tribe, the valley tribe, and the snowy tribe. Ludor had been a descendant chief of a forest tribe, he united all of the tribes and became the head cheiftan of the Nymphs.

(Avians and Nymphs have long been at odds, they eventually had built a wall separating themselves from eachother. The wall built to avoid further conflict, like the kind that created humans)

Humans were created by Melanna striping traitorous avians of their wings and magick. They were exiled to another continent. The former avians, now humans, in question had enslaved and tortured nymphs under the impression that "they are inferior and do not deserve to exist in their disconnect from Melanna" (Avians have a closer relationship with Melanna than Nymphs do). The rebel Avians shunned the knowledge of the Nymphs and stile their freedom, so Melanna saw fit to punish them. They went directly against her wishes. (This all happened before Ludor was made a god) Human society is comparable to medieval times - kingdoms, kings/queens, lords/ladies, dukes/duchesses, etc.

Witches/seers were created by Zara. Humans who she saw as worthy to give the gift of magick and foresight too. (She asked her mom first, don't worry) Witcher are the reason that Werewolves and Vampires exist. Their culture is comparable to paganism/Celtic/nordic traditions. They are a race of discovery and practice. At one with nature.

Werewolves were created when a coven of witches attempted to punish human criminals by turning them into wolves so that they would be hunted. (The criminals were rapists, murderers, pedophiles, etc) the coven was tacked during the ritual which caused the curse to go wrong. Instead of being turned into wild wolves, they were turned into bloodthirsty monsters that would be to shift during the full moon. Pure blooded werewolves have no control in their wolf form, and the only remaining pure blooded werewolves are all incestuous. Werewolves with delluted blood (werewolves that crossed with humans) gain more control and less monstrous forms as the gene is passed down. Lyra is decended from werewolves and has more humanity in her blood than beast, so she can shift whenever she wants (there is still the urge to shift during a full moon, but she can resist) and she is full conscious and aware of what's going on while in wolf form. The diluted gene can only be activated if someone descended from werewolves is scratched or bitten by one. If a normal human is bitten nor scratched the would will get infected and kill them. The saliva of a werewolf attacks the white blood cells and would prevent the wound from healing on a normal human. They would bleed out and die.

Vampires were also created by witches through a curse. A man, basically Jeffrey Dommer, was supposed to be cursed to never walk in the light of day again, least he die. He would forever be hungry and never be able to sate his hunger. There was a miss pronounciation, and the whole thing went to shit. He was indeed always hungry, but he would feed off of the blood of humans. He could not walk in the light of day or he would burn and die. But he gained unimaginable speed, agility, strength, and heightened senses as well. He went off on a murdering spree, but on his way he had accidentally turned some people. These new vampires were furious and killed him in his own palace. They turned their families. Vampires could live virtually forever, because their body would no longer decay over time. Like the werewolf gene, as the venom was passed down from vampire to human, it's potency would lessen. Within 4 generations of vampires, they had developed a tolerance for sunlight, they could easily get a sunburn, but they would not die. They could feed on the blood of animals rather than humans, and even live off of human food. Garlic though became a common allergy, ingesting it could give them a severe stomach virus and possibly burn holes into their stomachs. Raith is one of the most humanlike vampires of the time, so human that she actually has full functionality of her womb. She does still need blood though, and she can tolerate werewolf blood in small amounts.

Shapeshifters are the species created when werewolves and witches have children. They have a weakness to magick, but they can shift their appearance to look however they imagine it. If wounded, they will revert back to their original form until healed. Their original form is just like a humans.

Fae are the more reclusive species of Renowyn. They are created when Nymphs and witches have children. They are nature spirits at heart and have close relationships with the earth, their magick is plant based. They can turn invisible. Sirens are a rare subspecies of Fae. They live in the depths of the ocean and only come on land during the high tide. Many are the love children of Fae and shapeshifters. Normal Fae have pointy ears (down cast... I'll show a picture in the reblog), sharp fangs protruding from the bottoms of their mouths (think orcs?). Sea Fae/Sirens have webbed ears, fingers, and fins on their arms. During low tide they sport the usual fishtail or tentacles, but during high tide that are more humanoid. They can camoflodge, but they can't turn invisible.

ANYWAY!!! I just wanted to share my random stuff. I guess show that I do kore than just fan projects? I dunno, I just wanna talk about this stuff with somebody, get opinions and see if anyone is interested.

Please, please I'm begging, no one steal this from me. I've poured my heart and should into this, please don't take away and call it yours. I know that's a massive risk when putting my stuff on here... but please, have a heart and leave my story be, this passion project is more than just a drabble. It's a life goal, I want to create something from this and share it with world. Dont be an asshole and crush my dreams by stealing it and making it your own... I will condone making your own OCs out of the taxes and stuff, just credit me with #Renowyn or just #GayLlamaFromSpace Original Project or whatever... or just @ me lol. That is if anyone would be interested in creating (a) character(s)? I dunno. Just... this is here now. I'll probably be posting more about it.

#original work #original character #original story #Renowyn #original project #steal this and i will maim you #i will figure out whonyou are and where you live #and I will hang you by your own intestines #i will tie your shit into a noose and hung you #not literally #but i will be fucking pissed #you can make a chatacter and makenup astory for them or whatever #but you have to credit me #Lyra Cygnus #Raith Vera #Tori La Joya #oc stuff #about my ocs #might make a comic #might write a book #I dunno #who the hell knows #what i said up there was really violent and i apologize #but i will not take it back #mainly because i'm too lazy

[veracollins-blog1]

🎥💲🔥

🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush?

“Demi Lovato, without a doubt”

💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich?

Vera wrinkled her nose, “I mean like, I wouldn’t be opposed to it, but I don’t think I’d intentionally seek it out.”

🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome?

“Depends on who else is involved, but I’d be done.”

#askmeme #skythatcher

[dreaminpetals]

I love how you write Andrew, could I have a little mermaid au where his s/o is a mermaid and it follows the events of the disney movie?? Or it can be a normal mermaid fic if you're not familiar with it, no pressure. Keep up the great work <3

🌊 the little mermaid // andrew kreiss

you had always been fascinated with human culture, particularly the people that lived above your aquatic kingdom. the castle you lived in was located directly under what your friend bonbon called a railway. everyday a train would zoom past, full of humans with different lives and destinations. you longed to grow legs and ride a train yourself. alas, you were stuck under the sea with seahorse drawn carriages as your main mode of transportation.

bonbon had been teaching you about conductors, the brave humans who controlled the trains, before you realized you were almost late to see your favourite train fly by. it was going to arrive any minute now and you needed to see it.

unfortunately, when you swam as fast as your little tail could take you to the railway, embers and rubble were scattered throughout the terrain as far as the eye could see. the train had... crashed?

your first instinct was to search for survivors of the wreckage. after digging through heaps of metal and ash, you found a man struggling to stay afloat. "i've got you!" you yelped, battling the debris with your tail and bringing him to the surface to rest atop a loose seat from the train.

when you got a good look at the human you saved, it was as if cupid struck you with one of his arrows. he was a man with skin so pale it was almost grey, and beautiful white hair despite looking so young. it was unlike anything you've ever seen before, did all humans look like this? his eyes fluttered open and met yours. they were a coral hue and absolutely breathtaking. looking up, you recognized his hat from the stories bonbon rehearsed to you... he was the train conductor! oh, you were so glad that he was safe.

merfolk were meant to be kept a secret from the humans lest they be hunted for their scales, so once a spotlight flashed over the man you returned home, giggling all the way back. you got to touch a human and it was a handsome one too! you couldn't wait to tell your sisters about it.

arriving at the castle, you were instantly greeted by two of your sisters, emily and vera. they both wondered why you were covered in soot.

oh yeah.

you were a bit dirty from rescuing that train conductor.

they washed you up with some soap while you gushed to them about the boy you saw, but none of them were very impressed with your actions.

"humans are the reason we lost our father, he was killed by pirates, do you not remember?" vera scolded you as she massaged soap into your scalp, "there are plenty of mermen for you to choose from so please, please stay away from the surface. i don't want to lose a sister," if she wanted to nail guilt into your head then it certainly worked, you felt awful. was saving him really that heinous of a crime? you couldn't simply ignore someone if they were about to die, human or not.

emily scrubbed at your tail and tut-tutted you, "humans are dangerous creatures and only wish to hunt us down, i'd advise seeking mental help if you find yourself attached to one... please y/n, we only want the best for you."

halfway through her speech you suddenly became dizzy. you heard the sound of a young girl cackling in your ear, and you swore you saw a flash of purple swimming away, right outside your window...

*

the sea witch, yidhra, let out a boisterous laugh when she learned of your current situation. a mermaid has fallen in love with a human? oh, this was too good!

yidhra specialized in making deals with unsuspecting merfolk, she collected their souls like an oyster would collect pearls. young lovestruck girls were the most vulnerable of targets, she could see herself winning big off of you. the daughter of miss nightingale, ruler of the seas? you being a princess in love meant you could hand over the key to the kingdom if you could spend just a day with your beloved. dangerous schemes swam through her head, this was going to be the deal of a lifetime.

meanwhile, above the surface, the train conductor who nearly tasted death was going nuts thinking about you. hushed whispers of townsfolk taught him that mermaids were ravenous creatures who only sought to lure sailors from their ships to consume their souls, but a mermaid had saved him. nobody believed andrew; they insisted he had been pulled from the wreckage by one of his crewmates and merely hallucinated a mermaid. a mermaid would never save him, they would only drag him down further.

their words ate away at andrew. were mermaids as misunderstood as he was? his entire life, andrew had been cast away as a monster. rumours circled around that his lack of pigment was caused by sucking out the souls of his train passengers for nutrients. the mystery girl he saw wouldn't leave his mind, every waking moment he heard her voice, a melodic chirp that promised to save him... if only he recorded her appearance, he couldn't remember what she looked like if he did try to find her. only her voice. he longed to meet her. he longed to repay her, nobody deserves to endanger themselves to save andrew kreiss of all people.

*

when you stirred, all of your sisters were gathered around your clamshell bed. frantic whispers filled the room as you sat up and placed a heat compress on your head. it felt like someone hexed you.

"she has a slight fever, but i trust that y/n will make a full recovery with some rest," emily explained to tracy, your youngest sister who was beside herself with worry. "she likely went into shock from seeing a human up close. fret not, demi is preparing some medicine as we speak."

soon enough, their voices fizzled out and were replaced by a ghoulish group of whispers in your ear. it sounded like several children and an old woman speaking all at once. "come to yidhra's domain, sweet princess. you will meet your human love if you follow my instructions." your human love? your ears perked up the moment you heard her mention the train conductor you had fallen for. suddenly gaining a burst of energy, you told your sisters you were going to take a breather in the castle garden and swam off. they were left dumbfounded.

before you raced to yidhra's domain, you told your feathered friend bonbon what you were up to, just in case something happened. you had no idea how much this would pay off later on.

yidhra's domain intimidated you the moment it came into view. it was a serpent shaped cave made of bones surrounded by gardens of disembodied, broken souls. they moaned and weeped as you swam past them. miss nightingale warned you about yidhra, insisting that you never make a deal with the sea witch. however... she wanted to reunite you with the train conductor, she wanted to help you! none of your sisters understood how you felt, but yidhra did.

"is yidhra here?" you called out to an empty room lined with bookshelves and potions, a cauldron brewing in the centre. then, a pale blue woman with a serpent's tail emerged from the dark.

"sweet princess, have you come to make a deal with me?" she purred, tilting your chin up with a bony finger. you nodded. "you'd go against mommy's wishes for a human boy?" this time her tone was more condescending, but you nodded anyways.

"he's a train conductor, a brave man... oh yidhra, he's perfect, you'd know if you met him!"

yidhra snickered, slithering back to her bookshelves and carefully removing a contract with a floating pen. "what if i told you that you could see him again, dearie?" she used magic to teleport the contract into your hands, along with the pen. "if you sign this contract, you will become a human for three days. if the boy gives you true love's kiss by sunset of the third day, you'll stay as a human forever and fall in love, yadda yadda,"

you nodded, it sounded like a perfect deal. who knew yidhra could be so generous?

she gave a deafening clap of her hands. "hush. i'm not done." then a devilish grin corrupted her features, "if he doesn't kiss you, then you can kiss you and your kingdom goodbye. i will replace miss nightingale as ruler of the seas and you'll be the prettiest soul in my patch. deal?"

silence enveloped both of you as you thought this through. three days was plenty of time, all you had to do was kiss. he was your true love, your soulmate, it was a naive thought but you had never felt so much for another person before.

"silly me, i forgot to mention," yidhra stifled a cackle, "you won't have a voice, sweetie. you'll be a mute. will this conductor still fall for you when you can't chit chat with him?"

damn her, of course there had to be a catch.

you gave a shaky nod, mumbling that it was a deal. the laugh she let out was unlike anything you've ever heard, what was so funny? she couldn't stop howling as she dropped various potions into her cauldron, steam and green flames overriding your senses. "sing! sing for me, you foolish girl!"

singing a lullaby you grew up with, you signed the contract and felt your voice fade away along with your consciousness.

*

when you rose, you were on the shores of a freezing cold sea, the conductor staring down at you in disbelief. thank god for the seaweed covering your shivering form.

andrew blinked at you, visibly concerned. "i ah... i... i noticed you," he reached out a trembling hand which you gladly took to hoist yourself up. your feet buckled under you. wait. feet? looking down you noticed that you were a human, you had legs and feet! you could hardly contain your excitement, yidhra was helping you! your attention shifted back to the man in front of you, pulling you close to his chest so you wouldn't fall. "you washed up on the... shore. are you okay?" he was fumbling over his words and seemed so uncomfortable around you, like he wasn't used to the skin to skin contact.

you tried to answer but your words were caught in your throat. she wasn't messing around when she took your voice, you couldn't produce any type of sound whatsoever.

"ah, you're... you're scared of me, aren't you?" andrew tried to hide the hurt in his voice, "so scared you can't walk or talk. well, run off to your family now. go tell them you saw andrew the train conductor, that he tried to eat you... i know you're thinking it," andrew. your love's name was andrew!

he tried to drop you and turn on his heel to leave, but the moment you hit the grass he had to turn back around to check if you were alright again. he couldn't leave you.

you pointed to your throat as you stood up, knees wobbly. you made an 'x' shape with your arms and shook your head. andrew had an unreadable expression, but slowly began to nod in understanding. "oh, you can't speak? i'm... sorry for assuming, the people around here are... they're... not the kindest. they're wolves."

his eyes flicked to your body and saw the seaweed barely clinging to you. did you fall overboard or something? he wanted to respect your privacy so he stared at the water beside you as he set his coat over your shoulders, still averting his gaze. it was cozy and smelled like mint. the fur lining on the inside warmed you right up. "you would have froze in that. i'm not sure where you're... from, but... ah, just follow me," you gave him a grin and he walked you back to his home which wasn't far. it was right beside the grand railway you loved observing. it felt like a dream to visit it while andrew had his arms around you, even if he didn't know who you were.

he saw your jaw drop at the sight of the railway and the parked train. "that's my family's train, folks here aren't too... nice to me, but... they appreciate all our hard work," from what you could gather, he seemed to be an outcast. you related to that.

once you arrived at his house, he dashed upstairs to what you presumed to be his mother's room, because he returned with a stunning, sequinned dress. it was the same colour as your mermaid's tail!

after you were dried off and dressed, he sat down at the dinner table with you. for dinner you two ate some beef stew, one of his favourites. it was so amusing to him how you tried to brush your hair with a fork before the meal. he wanted to make small talk with you, but what would we say? it wasn't just the fact you were mute, but he's never eaten dinner with anyone other than his mother before. she passed years ago and he was left to fend for himself in their shared house, he's been entirely alone since you turned up. what could he say..?

"may i guess your name, miss?" andrew asked after swallowing some carrots, his voice as shaky as usual.

you gave him a playful thumbs up.

"great... hm, you strike me as a galatea."

thumbs down.

"violetta, then?"

thumbs down.

"ahh, okay... strike three, you remind me of a y/n."

thumbs up, and a bright smile on your face!

"n-no way, y/n? well, y/n... i'm sure you don't want to live with a monster for the rest of your days, so... i'll contact rescue... you'll be home by tomorrow morning,"

that made you flinch. tomorrow morning? you had to kiss him within three days! you vigorously shook your head and he tried to decipher what you meant.

"do you have a home? memory loss?"

you shook your head to both.

"ah, so you... saw your home get destroyed when you washed up. i'm sorry y/n." he stirred his beverage to break the silence, but the look he gave you was nothing short of heartbroken. how would you ever tell him you were a mermaid? "a similar thing happened yesterday... a train i was on crashed, and... a uh, mermaid saved me. nobody believes me though, but i felt her tail, heard her voice..."

his words made you freeze.

"you're the only person i can say this to, but... i think i love her."

you fainted.

*

after tucking you into his mother's bed, andrew headed outside for some fresh air. the salty smell of the sea would always help steel his nerves. running his calloused fingers through his hair, he reflected on the chaotic past two days he was being dragged through.

a mute girl who lived on a ship crashed and landed right in front of his home. he could barely handle the pressure of caring for you. you were adorable, charming, and the kindest person he had met, but he wanted to find the mermaid who saved him. he wasn't sure if what he felt for you was love or not, all he could think about was the mysterious mermaid.

then, as if fate hadn't been unpredictable enough, he heard her voice coming from a few feet away. an ethereal woman emerged from the sea, silky black hair matching her pitch black dress. she looked so mysterious, but her voice was all too familiar to andrew.

"oh, my sweet conductor, i became human out of love for you... please, let us marry as soon as possible!" the woman spoke in that relaxing, life saving voice. he could listen to it all day. he didn't know that she was hijacking his mind with a powerful love spell, he would become infatuated with more than her voice very soon.

"m-my name is andrew kreiss, miss... miss...?"

"tomie yidhra. but oh, how i yearn to be tomie kreiss! i don't view you as a monster in the slightest, i only wish to nurture you and love you for the rest of my days... you're the strongest and bravest man i know, please marry me! marry me andrew!"

how could he say no to those words, dripping out of the air like honey? no, really. he couldn't say no.

"i would love to."

"the day after tomorrow, at sunset... let us be wed, andrew."

*

the next day, you woke up to the sight of andrew looming over you again. you saw him give a silent fist bump when you sat up, he must have been ill with worry all night.

"oh! you're awake, that's good, miss. miss y/n, i have something unbelievable to tell you..."

you tilted your head to a curious angle, silently urging for him to continue.

"do you recall my story of a mermaid who saved me? she grew legs last night and visited me... tomie yidhra, we'll be marrying tomorrow... i would ah, love for you to come,"

you tried to scream but it was silent.

that bitch.

that wicked, evil bitch.

she took advantage of the fact andrew only recognized your voice and impersonated you. you needed to give him true love's kiss before their wedding. he was planning to marry yidhra. yidhra would kill him!

fueled by the fear of losing him, you bravely draped your arms around andrew's neck and gave him the deepest, most desperate kiss you could possibly give. he immediately pried his lips off yours and rubbed the back of his neck in humiliation.

"y-y/n! you're... you're great and all, but... i love tomie. please don't be hurt..." it was so strange and tragic, every time he spoke yidhra's human name it looked like he was under some kind of hypnosis, he wasn't his usual self. why would closed off andrew suddenly decide to marry her? tears brimmed at your eyes thinking of how foolish you were. "i have to leave now. work. i hope i didn't... ruin anything." he hurried out the door, giving you one last sad look before leaving you alone.

silent wails and shrieks of agony were caught in your throat, glass burrowing itself inside every inch of your body. your sisters were right. bonbon was right. miss nightingale was right. you should have left andrew alone, he wouldn't be tricked into marrying a sea witch this way. you ran outside, back to the shore you washed up on, and tried to swim back home, in case it gave you a tail. it didn't. you were still a human. you wanted nothing more than to reach yidhra's domain and strangle her yourself.

*

as you writhed in despair, bonbon flew overheard and recognized you. he saw the wedding boat being prepared and assumed your dreams were coming true, was andrew already engaged? he hoped not, and headed to the wedding boat to investigate.

there, he saw a woman with raven hair taking her makeup off and preparing for bed. except her reflection... her reflection showed the wicked sea witch, yidhra. then, in your voice, bonbon heard her shout for room service. this woman andrew was marrying... it was that vile witch, disguised as the woman who selflessly saved his life.

he flung some of his fecal matter through the window out of spite, and yidhra shrieked in your voice. yup, there was no doubting it, he has to interfere.

*

the next day, wedding bells rang and all you wanted was to drop dead. none of the guests even liked andrew and of course nobody knew who yidhra was, they were only attending his wedding out of curiosity. they were curious what ill woman would marry a demon.

you dabbed away the tears with your handkerchief and noticed that andrew was looking anywhere but you as he hooked arms with the bride. they were giving their vows, seconds away from kissing, until a starfish shot out of the water and hit yidhra square in the face.

then a dolphin flopped on deck.

then several octopi stuck to the crowd.

just what was going on here?

you began to recognize some of the creatures that made their way on the ship, and if you weren't mistaken, you could hear bonbon's voice in the distance... he was shouting 'attack'?

finally, you saw your sisters emerge from the sea.

"don't marry tomie, andrew! she's a witch! y/n was the mermaid who turned into a hu-"

before martha could finish, you felt a dull pain in your legs. oh no. casting a horrified glance to the horizon, the sun was setting.

"stupid girl!" yidhra transformed back into her serpent form, and spoke in her usual vile voice. "you may have found me out, but you didn't get your true love's kiss! andrew chose ME!" she gave her usual boisterous laugh, and with a stomp of her tail, the ship flipped overboard.

"andrew!" you called out, searching for him once again. your voice was back, you couldn't believe it. he was floating on a seat, just like when you saved him for the first time. "andrew, it's me, i'm sorry... i was so stupid," a gloved hand wiped the tears from your eyes, and he gave a content smile when he heard your voice. it fit you much better than that raggedy witch.

"it's okay, y/n... so, it was you all along...?" he gave a sad laugh when you nodded. you leaned in to kiss him and he gladly reciprocated, he was actually leaning into the kiss this time and it felt magical. the moment was quickly killed when you saw yidhra holding miss nightingale, ripping off her mask and placing it on her own face. this was terrible news. that mask helped her maintain balance between all the creatures of the sea, it was her main source of strength and wisdom. if it fell into the wrong hands, the results would be catastrophic.

and it just did.

yidhra grew ten times her usual size and towered above everyone scrambling for land. storms brewed in the sky and the aura of the evening changed, everyone was in grave danger.

"idiot girl, handing off her kingdom for a boy... why don't you kiss one last time before you sleep with the fishes!" yidhra bellowed and you couldn't take it anymore. you scooped up andrew and swam to a docked sailboat with a large wooden spike at the front. andrew wasn't a violent person in the slightest, but he was the only one who could kill yidhra right now and save the sea.

he began steering, a bit rusty, and reached yidhra's blindspot. he could sense the worry in her voice as she called out her followers. they were the ones who sent you those messages, they were working under her...! andrew steered straight into them and you had to look away. what you saw horrified you even more. miss nightingale was slowly being transformed into one of those soulless creatures from yidhra's garden, and judging by the sudden jolt of pain in your tail, the same would be happening to you very soon. "andrew, please hurry!" you cried out to him.

in the blink of an eye, causing a whole lot of trauma for andrew, he crashed the ship into yidhra's snake body. she howled in pain before andrew dealt the final blow with his shovel. yidhra disintegrated into what looked like confetti, hideous scaly confetti. the sky returned to normal and from it fell miss nightingale's mask. the soul stealing process ended quickly for you and miss nightingale. she retrieved her mask and freed all of the other soulless merfolk in the garden, as well as moving andrew to the shore where he could rest. he appeared to have passed out.

hours passed and all you could do was sit on a rock across from andrew's sleeping form, watching him intently. you had one chance with him and you blew it, you were a mermaid again. he looked so serene when he slept, but the scars littering his body told you that he's fought battles you couldn't even imagine. nothing has ever been so close to you but so far.

andrew finally opened his eyes and saw you. his face lit up when his gaze met yours, but quickly returned to a frown when your tail flicked towards him. you wouldn't have legs ever again.

as you two stared in disbelief, your family rose from the water. "y/n," your mother hummed as she placed a hand on her mask, "you've grown so much."

in a flash, your tail began to sparkle and shift, but it wasn't painful like how yidhra treated you. your mother's powers came from loving you, not tricking you. your tail slowly split into two, into...

two legs.

no words could describe how you felt, your head snapped around to your girls who were wiping their eyes in awe. "go on, sweetheart. be with him." electricity filled your veins.

they finally realized how wrong they were about humans.

taking a tentative step onto the shallow ocean floor, you felt the sand squish between your toes and collapse under your heel. in a bout of pure glee, you sprinted towards andrew. he caught you in his arms and twirled you around, staring lovingly into your eyes. neither of you could believe this was happening.

"let's go home," you cooed.

"yeah. let's."

this time, when andrew walked back home with you, his butterflies were caused by complete adoration for you, not because he feared for your safety. he felt so free now that yidhra wasn't controlling either of you. he was looking forward to the life he'd be spending with you, his little mermaid.

#andrew kreiss imagine #identity v imagine #andrew kreiss #andrew kreiss x reader #i love yidhra but her as ursula was too good of an opportunity to pass up #rip her #identity v

[cluelessmuses]

[ so. i’m 95% sure than no matter who was rest of the team in Demi’s original round besides Jose, Wu Chang was their hunter as he’s related to Jose’s history & usually they’ve met with someone from team before.

& have my overthinking/gathering what we know about characters in the story of manor under cut. ]

So, confirmed groups:

Leo vs Emma, Emily, Kreacher, Freddy  Leo’s Emma’s father, Freddy stole his wife & money, drove him to suicide, Emily killed his wife. Kreacher was a creep to Emma Emily was friendly to Emma

Bane vs William, Kurt, Naib, Murro + Servais - which imply that more than one group was at the manor at the time, mention of Mike’s juggling balls/possibly the hulabaloo team was there prior to them & Murro stayed behind for some reason(?) William witnessed Servais killing his teacher by messing up trick Kurt & Naib were part of army, possibly met Naib is interrupting Servais’ search related to Murro & inside of boar Naib prior to stay in Olteus Manor was attacked by Bane

Confirmed parts

Joker vs Maggie + Mike + 2 ??? Possibly one was Murro All were part of the same burning circus

??? vs Aesop + Victor + flaky girl + cranky guy with weird accent  possibly Demi & Jose?

??? vs Vera + Edgar + 2 ??? more likely Kevin & Patricia

??? vs Kevin + Patricia +  two who bragged about coming from a "civilized society" more likely Vera & Edgar

??? vs Tracy + Luca + 2 ???

??? vs Ada + Emil + 2 ???

These are things i at least gathered from letters/diaries in shorter form & some assumptions

#demi | hc #clue | ooc #// suicide #// suicide mention

[goldenstarsrpg-blog]

This is my app for Aspen Buchanan, the taken character for Saturn. You can feel free to refer to this while filling out your own app, and also by taking a look at Meg’s character for Moon as Vega Churchill! Everything from Personality - Headcanons will be posted on the main. 

→ OOC INFO.

Introduction:

Hey, I’m resident admin vera! I’m almost 22 and I use she/her pronouns!

Timezone:

EST

Activity level:

6/10 - I am also admin of another lovely rp, so I spend my time at both equally!

Trigger warnings:

Redacted.

→IC INFO.

Desired skeleton: Saturn

Name: Aspen Paris Buchanan

Aspen. It is a name that comes very poetically, and it fits Aspen’s personality very well. It is translated from the English tree whose nickname was commonly the trembling Aspen. For someone like him, who has always trembled in society and found reason to pause, it’s very fitting.

Paris. A sudden surprise to his parents when he decided to pop out early on an extended stay in Paris. His mother had a complicated pregnancy, causing them to stay much longer in their holiday home in the romantic city. His middle name reflects the miracle of his survival.

Buchanan. This is just amusing to me, because the 15th president of the USA had this last name and he remained a lonely bachelor his whole life. Aspen… is forever alone.

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 24

Faceclaim: Jordan Fisher

Personality:

Aspen Buchanan was born autistic. The clinical diagnosis of this caused him to have little social interaction with others for a long time, and into his adulthood, Aspen as stayed pretty quiet and reserved, distant from the rest of the world. Many would describe him as… odd, to be fair. The Buchanan kids typically are seen that way, but Aspen stands out with his quiet nature and strange little gimmicks.

He is not the first to ever say hello, goodbye, or sorry. He is prideful, emotionally distant, and very trusting of others after the “initial getting to know” you phase. He is wise beyond his years and has a very strong wanderlust. The world, culture, and travel means everything to him. Aspen is also very pessimistic, but he plans ahead for everything, and may panic if these plans change. Change is his enemy.

History:

Nothing about the Buchanan family was normal, and this was especially so for Aspen. He was born with plenty of problems, complications, and difficulties around the pregnancy and it was clear that something was off about him, even as a kid. His parents were busy, both hard-working to continue their excessive wealth and budding empire. So Aspen and his sibling were left to their own devices more often than not, and he embraced the quiet and isolated in a way that no normal should.

School was difficult for him growing up. He was bored, lack-luster, unmotivated, and unchallenged. He was smart but couldn’t apply himself. Classmates bullied him relentlessly, but gave up after a couple of years when they realized that Aspen wouldn’t care no matter how hard they tried. He was one of the rich kids, but he never ran around with that crowd. Instead, he stuck to the misfits, the loners, the other quiet ones. It was the drama group he finally found his place inside, but not on the stage. No, instead he was placed in the important role of stage manager, ensuring the smooth success of each show.

After Highschool was when Aspen felt the most free. His time was his own, and he was able to dedicate himself to his passion for exploring and learning about the things he cared about. After months of negotiating with his parents, they allowed him to take out 50% of his inheritance and use it for a trip around the world, which took 2 years. It wasn’t until he was 21 that he finally arrived home, and when he, Aspen Buchanan was a changed man.

Once home, he took a position in the G3C, settling in as a slightly unmotivated member, mostly to be there as support for their sibling and to make his parents proud. Now, 3 years after returning to his hometown from touring the exciting world, Aspen is realizing that his inheritance money is running low, and it may be time to start doing something to keep that cash flowing in to support his luxury lifestyle. His parents were always hard on him, expecting him to do more than the average spoiled rich boy. Aspen is not a golden child, and he never was. Now, he is lost within the ranks of the world and the G3C.

Analysis:

Star sign: Capricorn

Despite Saturn being the ruling planet for Capricorn, I felt that he related very closely to that sign. He is materialistic, dedicated, and hard-working. Though he does take his money for granted, there is a willful drive in him to propel forward. Unfortunately, this makes Aspen a bit emotionally distant and hesitant to try new things. Because of his autism, there is, at times, a divide between his reality and fantasy, which another a thing that Capricorn signs have trouble differentiating.

MBTI type: INFJ

Considered to be the rarest type, it makes sense such an odd person as Aspen would be born with this personality type. They are known as the Advocate, and Aspen is a very passionate person dedicated to the social good. Even if he doesn’t really fit in. They are soft-spoken with strong opinions and difficulty expressing them properly.

Moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

This alignment lets Aspen follow his own, ever-changing whims. Despite being very much dedicated to rescuing humanity as a whole, he is very firm in the idea that his own well-being comes first. He has spent too long at the mercy of others to ever choose someone else before him.

Vices: Aspen is an avid stoner, and has enjoyed drinking much more lately at parties. He isn’t prone to sexual behavior, but does have a bit of a romantic streak, and considers himself to be polyamorus, despite never really having a relationship. He is excellent at ruining good things.

Virtues: He is very loyal, prone to be truthful, and values honesty. Betrayal and deceit hurts him more than anything, so he is very against using that in his own control. He also is very smart, despite doing poorly in school.

Headcanons:

Aspen always followed in the shadow of their sibling, Uranus. He looked to them for advice, leadership, and direction. Most of his childhood, even into his teen years, was spent attempting to hide behind them and learn from them. He, to this day, does frequently still look to Uranus for confirmation for the things he does. Their relationship could have been close or not, but deep down, Aspen admires them more than anyone else he knows.

His fashion sense is horrible. Very indie-grunge, almost hipster in a more hard-ass way. I’m talking aviator jackets, scuffed boots, bracelets. Plus, since he traveled the world, most of his clothing is from all over. It’s not uncommon to find him wearing a graphic t-shirt with a different language printed, or foreign brands, or very strangely exotic jackets and jewelry. Aspen just grabs whatever and throws it on. He could really use a stylist.

Pansexuality is what Aspen identifies with, though he feels a stronger connection with males than he does females. They are so majestic to him, and he admires them so much, yet never seems to have much luck. No, he is much more inclined to grow closer with a male, though sexually he is very demi-sexual. It’s hard for him to have a desire for intimacy in that way, and it isn’t something he finds to be a priority.

Barcelona was Aspen’s favorite city to visit when he took his 2 year world tour. The colors, life, action, culture… it was all incredible to him. Japan was a very close second, because he loved anime as a younger kid, but something about Spain was very compelling and he hopes to visit again.

Extras:

I have a pinterest board made here, and I am sure in the course of the roleplay before opening I will have come up with more things that aren’t listed!

#sample app #lsrp #skeleton rp #small rp #new rp #faq

[the-grape-bowl]

Music Tag!

Tagged by the incredible @future-struggling-musician who is someone to definitely follow if you’re into music (esp classical and composing and funny music memes)!

Rules: List 10 songs you’re currently into and then tag 10 people!

So I tried to input a hyperlink for most of these so you could, idk, experience them if you wanted to but tumblr’s being horrible so I can’t? But 100% check out these musicians and songs and stuff!

I’m super into Dodie Clark but especially her songs ‘In the Middle’ and ‘Would You Be So Kind’ and I’d be super down with screaming with someone about her atm?

Thomas Sanders’’The Things We Used To Share’ hits me every time so!

Howl’s Moving Castle has an instrumental song called ‘Merry-Go-Round of Life’ and I love it a lot

On the topic of classical music, The Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack has ‘Concerning Hobbits’ and I just really really love Lord of the Rings

Barbra Streisand’s song from Funny Girl ‘Don’t Rain On My Parade’ has made me want to listen to the cast recording so yes

Linking now with musicals (because when don’t I), Matilda’s ‘Quiet’ is everything I need in my life and more

Anything from Be More Chill is also incredible and I’m especially loving ‘Halloween’ (thank you @mari-annawheelan) and ‘Voices In My Head’

Lucy Spraggan’s ‘Last Night (Beer Fear)’ is a song my sister sent me and now I’m hooked

Just popping in my favourite band ever, The Killers, but they’ve got a new album coming out and I love their single ‘The Man’ and I’d 100% listen to it forever

Also ‘Scarlet Letter’ by Jule Vera is pretty good and it’s the only song I’ve heard but I’m down for listening to more of their stuff?

Okay, so tagging: @mari-annawheelan @demi--boy--god @derekpegacornglitterpuke @fellowshipofmarauders @i-survived-twist-and-shout aaaand I’m lazy, it’s 1am and anyone else who wants to do it, can!

#tagging is fun #i was tagged #twila talks #i enjoy doing these so don't be afraid to tag me in anything #!!!! have a good night now!