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「Selective Indie RP and ask blog for Aya Drevis from Mad Father」 *This blog will contain many triggers including gore, violence, abuse (both animal and human), and torture.

[cursesinhighschool]

[iiamdamaged]

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[belovedmadness]

outofsanity;

does anyone know any good live action fcs that i could use for aya’s adult verse? preferably someone from a horror flick or in victorian era clothing, but it doesn’t have to be.

i’m desperate.

[belovedmadness]

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please be aware that this blog is trigger heavy! gore, violence, torture, abuse, and other sensitive subjects will be present on this blog. images will be tagged, but text probably won’t.

[belovedmadness]

@mcrtyrdom​:

                    with an external frown and an internal curse, he observed the damage; the wound itself didn’t seem to be anything show-stopping, but it being his dog that was the cause of the tear in the girl’s clothing, it was his responsibility, and his guilt. apologies could continue to flow, but they would do nothing to clean the drying bloodstain from the ruined fabric.  ‘ i’m awful sorry about him .. ’  will murmured again, stealing a glance down at the mutt near his feet, who had stopped his barks and growls, but appeared no less unsettled.  ‘ you tell your dad that it was my fault, okay? can i do anything to make it up to you? ’

       “C-Could you please take me home?” she sniffed, willing the tears to SQUEEZE from her eyes. Her voice trembled like her shoulders. “B-bitte, mein Herr... I do not want to walk home with skinned knees. What if I sh-should fall again?” Aya whimpered and scrubbed at her cheeks. “Oh, oh, oh... Father will be SO upset! He will not believe me if you do not come tell him yourself!”

[belovedmadness]

outofsanity;

bc the last of us owns my soul, i’m totally gonna make a verse for it

but i need to brainstorm her motives because i still really want her to be a murderess posing as a doctor. but since tlou is more grounded in reality, it wouldn’t make sense for aya to be affected by a curse or for her to be able to preserve bodies and turn them into dolls.

...maybe an obsession with the cordyceps virus? hmm...

[belovedmadness]

How to murder

Step 1: put the knife right in

Step 2: take the knife on out

Step 3: put the knife back in

Step 4: and twist it all about

Step 5: do the hokey pokey and he's probably dead.

[belovedmadness]

// i guess i’m sorta coming back again?? who knows. anyway! character tag drop bc i’m gonna change ‘em so they’re less confusing for me

[belovedmadness]

continued with @heretiic from here

          “Many do not see beauty in the world as I do, mein Liebling..." The laughter that followed from Doctor Drevis’ lips was quiet, but sharp and D R I P P E D with amusement. She rather admired this creature’s ability--no, DETERMINATION to hold her gaze. Most of the poor, lost souls in this facility avoided it, shied away out of fear. Fear because they did not understand.

          Doctor Drevis approached the tall subject slowly, blue eyes equally LOCKED on the other’s.

          “Those who are unsettled by your stare are BLIND. I believe that people at their core are good. They are full of love--compassion--an intense desire for beauty,” she said. “But evil corrupts their hearts. Perhaps your gaze reminds them and makes them ASHAMED of their ugliness, hnn?”

          The good doctor reaches out to Val, thin fingers mere inches from their cheek.

          “...May I?”

[belovedmadness]

You're just like your father. The world should expose you for what you really are. A monster.

          What foul, nasty words spew from the uninformed. A stranger like them…                 how could they possibly pass judgement on her and her dear father? A                 smile curls at the corners of thin, pink lips. It’s pleasant, but as empty                 and cold as the doctor’s heart.

               “Yes, I am just like Father, aren’t I?” she hums. “But we are also entirely               different from one another… Father’s ideas, his DREAMS and efforts, they               were all very noble… but his methods… well, they left something to be               desired, hnn?”

              Merciless blues open to glance at the dolls lining her shelves with a certain              fondness–like a mother looking upon her children. 

             “In this world, there is no greater truth than DEATH. No matter how beautiful               something is, it will inevitably die. But my father wanted to change that. He               wanted to PRESERVE beauty, forever, and so what better way than to               immortalize that beauty than in the form of a DOLL?” 

               Aya turns back to face the stranger. Her expression has softened, but there               is a cruel glint in her eyes, like a cat spotting her next prey. 

              “Unfortunately, his way of achieving this immortality for his subjects was               cruel. His experiments tortured souls even beyond their graves… But it                was a necessary sacrifice in order for me to carry out his good work as                a doctor,” she continues. “People from all over the country come to me,                lost souls without family, in pain. They come to me to find relief from                this world. So I give it to them… their LIBERATION. Their souls are freed                from suffering, but their BEAUTY lives on forever…

                                …Surely you can’t think of me as a monster for that, can you?”

[belovedmadness]

outofsanity;

*pokes head back in*

hum

i’m so tempted to return =v=‘

[rozaleance]

Little Doll.

[roleplaypie]

Closed RP with belovedmadness

[belovedmadness]

          Aya’s lips tightened. 

          Father did nothing wrong. Father did nothing wrong. Father did nothing wrong. Love your Father, Aya. No matter what happens, LOVE YOUR FATHER.

          She swallowed and shifted where she sat. “Father chased me,” she admitted. “He chased me around the mansion.”

[roleplaypie]

The therapist wrote down what Aya said. “And why was your father chasing you around the mansion?”

[belovedmadness]

          “Because--” Her voice shook and suddenly she felt more ill by the second. “Because Father loved me. He wanted me to be safe.”

          And if he had to kill her in order to do so... Aya would continue trying to understand. She had been frightened, more frightened than she had ever been, but she refused to believe that Father would want anything more than the absolute best for her.

[impxled]

❛a game yes, yes darling i should have known hm? you must think i’m a terrible father.❜ the laugh that bubbled up was on the far side of sane. ❛now, come help me take care of your mother.❜ reaching back he holstered the knife against his spine, tucked into a thick leather belt. grasping the woman by her arm he hefted her up easily and tossed the dying weight over his shoulder, carrying her into the living room he placed her onto the couch.

blood now drying caked her chin after he had removed her tongue. only low wet gurgling sounds could be heard as she clung to life. the gaping wound on her side continued to bleed, though he had yet to actually remove any organs. the child had interrupted that. ❛your mother is exhausted, she’s had a long day.❜  a thumb brushes a few strands of hair, moist from blood and sweat as the woman’s eyes widened, repulsed by the touch.

turning to the girl he offered a brilliant smile. ❛you know what always perks her up? give her a kiss my dear, that will put some color back into her cheeks.❜ waiting patiently he nodded towards the dying woman, ❛then we’ll go into the kitchen, make her some lunch.❜

[belovedmadness]

          Aya tried not to look at Maria as the man carried her to their sitting room. She didn’t like how she kept staring at her. Her big, unnaturally green eyes were glazed over now, but Aya still felt that they boring into her, pleading with her for some form of help the little girl didn’t know how to offer. Trailing behind, Aya felt at the scalpel hidden away in the pocket of her apron. She could use it on the man. It wouldn’t be hard. She had cut into so many animals before, what difference would there be a living human being?

          “...Yes, Father.” Aya responded without question this time as she crawled up onto the couch. A quiet whimper cracked from Maria’s throat as the child clambered into her lap. Aya set her arms around her neck and hugged her. 

          It wasn’t like hugging Mom at all.

          After a few seconds, she sat back up, kissed her cheek as she was told, and slid back down to the floor. Her once blue and white dress was now smeared red, but Aya either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

           Maybe this is what Mom wants. Maybe Mom sent ‘Father’ back to me, she reasoned. And now Maria is being punished for taking him away from me and her.

          Yes. Yes, that made sense. It must. Why else would a man come wandering into their home, claiming to be her Father? Mother’s spirit must have sent Father’s spirit back to them. She wanted them to be a happy family again.

          “Father?” Aya spun around, fingers linking delicately behind her back. “Father, after lunch, will you come outside and play with me? Please?”

          It couldn’t be hard to kill him. She had read in Father’s little red journal how it was done among many, many other things, but she wouldn’t kill him yet. Surely Maria would understand.

[alien-orange]

My babyyyyy

[perlarmz]

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[akylha]

I don’t want to became a doll

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