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Hi, I'm Quincy!
I write sometimes, but I'm a very bad procrastinator. You can find me on ao3 as QuincyTeardrop! Lucky Guy my beloved <3 Asks and dms are always open 🍀
Also into other fandoms, but mostly Twisted Wonderland, Project Sekai, and Legend of Zelda
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Look below for the tags of my posts :3
So i did not end up doing the asks because ive just not been mentally well at all...i almost did something irreversible but i have now reached my 18th birthday today. Im not sure on what to do now. Im kind of lost
With the recent ai stuff too i havent been able to keep up much with identity v, and ive gotten deeper into gachiakuta...i still love orpheus and lucky guy though
I hope i will feel better someday
Deeply personal things going on so i want to tie up any loose ends and actually answer the asks that have been piling up in my inbox...ive had tumblr deleted on my phone for a while so i havent been able to keep updated
LUCKY GUY IVORY TOWER IS REAL???
Hi im back with an obsession w riflori...
I really like the Red Knight/Prologue x Drunken Knight thing...
Prologue being someone that Florian looked up to and always followed no matter what, and sure him berating him for his drinking problem is annoying, but then he ends up toning it down a bit more even if he doesnt notice
So when he finds out that the Red Knight that everyone's been trying to take down is his Richard who's been missing for how many months now its like everything he knows is falling apart
Was it all a lie? Richard's scolding, praise, guidance...how much was truly Richard and not the Red Knight standing before him? Florian selfishly hopes that he was corrupted instead, by his sword maybe?
But he knows that the reason why he's wishing for that to be the case is selfish- so that the Richard Sterling, the Prologue in his mind, remains "real."
What was i on anyways Bird of Prey Norton who knows Screenwriter Orpheus's schedule like the back of his hand just so he could snatch him up right after he finishes a project (there is no snatching because Norton manages to ALWAYS have orpheus as one of the writers)
Then Orpheus announces a hiatus so OF COURSE Norton should announce one too!! Then him and Orpheus could focus on their nonexistent relationship :)) (His manager shouts at him and the PR team takes over his account after he announces it in the dead of night)
(He posted right after bugging orpheus for hours on end on why he wasnt taking any new projects lately)
I was hesitant about posting this since I'm having a bit of an art style crisis, but doubts aside...
Here are some Orpheus drawings I made during the last exam week to keep up a good mood. The one on the bottom left is a little older than the other two.
Hopefully this will help me on my mission to find other Idv fans muahahah
This was a hit on twitter dot com 😛😛😛
nortpheus ruined my life i just wish i had other people to share the experience with and cry about it
Hi in mountaisn so signal is likem so bad. You know who else was in the mountains. AUGUST FERNAN MOBIUS. will answer more asks when this signal isnt shitty. Much love
How are we feeling about the lucky guy logic path announcement
WHY SOEZ HE LOOK LIKW YHAT BRO HE'S SO FUGLAY but he's growing on me. Bc of that one edlucky artist in twt.
Like i see the concept its so good but the EXECUTION IS SO.....can thyr add more colors besides white....6 YRARS FOR THIS... (i just got into idv last year) IM SORRY LUCKY ILY BUT................HEY.....STAND UP GIRL.....
Screenwriter Orpheus and Bird of Prey Norton....norton being a famous actor who has a "little" crush on orpheus and always brings him on to be one of the writers for his films...literally keeps him employed
Times where Orpheus works for other actors Norton steals him right after he finishes working with them and keeps him for almost a year to work on a movie (he keeps scrapping ideas just 4 orpheus to work longer with him)
Orpheus is so done...he wants to go home 2 his daughter...but this STUPID STUPID actor wont leave him. Alone!
THOUGHTS ON FLORIAN BRANDDD
PUAGHHHHHH fif i had a tierlist of like favs florian would probably be like. One or two tiers below my REALLY REALLY FAV (lucky orpheus ada ganji naiad)
Lowkey i was a part of the group HYPED for gameplay before the lore stuff bc i thought it had something to do w water...i mean his current one is still cool and his accessories make the ball so cute
On lore i wasnt rly into it until very later on...esp with the role of religion in shaping him as a character....
Again, it was considered a miracle that Florian survived, but i think when it came to HIM being the miracle, it started with or at least was heavily emphasized by the nuns or any religious figure in the orphanage
Also correct me if im wrong but they also used him to collect funds??? I think after he started to recreate the fire and just so happened to b there to help...
And losing your parents at such a young age...the flames that killed them reminding him of them not just bc they saved him from the fire but it also injured him...i think thats something often forgotten by people when they talk abt the fire
Anyways that is all...feel free to correct me on lore as im not well-versed w his
THANK U FOR THE ASK i love asks like this
My boyfriend is trying to explain cricket to me again. “He’s only got two balls to make 48 runs”, he says. The camera focuses on a man. Underneath him it says LEFT ARM FAST MEDIUM. A ball flies into the stands and presumably fractures someone’s skull. “There’s a free six”, my boyfriend says. 348 SIXES says the screen. A child in the audience waves a sign referencing Weet-Bix
The first time he showed me this I assumed he was pranking me
if people haven’t been exposed to cricket before, here is the experience. The person who likes cricket turns on a radio with an air of happy expectation. “We’ll just catch up with the cricket,” they say.
An elderly British man with an accent - you can picture exactly what he looks like and what he is wearing, somehow, and you know that he will explain the important concept of Yorkshire to you at length if you make eye contact - is saying “And w’ four snickets t’ wicket, Umbleby dives under the covers and romps home for a sticky bicket.”
There is a deep and satisfied silence. Weather happens over the radio. This lasts for three minutes.
A gentle young gentleman with an Indian accent, whose perfect and beautiful clear voice makes him sound like a poet sipping from a cup of honeyed drink always, says mildly “Of course we cannot forget that when Pakistan last had the biscuit under the covers, they were thrown out of bed. In 1957, I believe.”
You mouth “what the fucking fuck.”
A morally ambiguous villain from a superhero movie says off-microphone, “Crumbs everywhere.”
Apparently continuing a previous conversation, the villain asks, “Do seagulls eat tacos?”
“I’m sure someone will tell us eventually,” the poet says. His voice is so beautiful that it should be familiar; he should be the only announcer on the radio, the only reader of audiobooks.
The villain says with sudden interest, “Oh, a leg over straight and under the covers, Peterson and Singh are rumping along with a straight fine leg and good pumping action. Thanks to his powerful thighs, Peterson is an excellent legspinner, apart from being rude on Twitter.”
The man from Yorkshire roars potently, like a bull seeing another bull. There might be words in his roar, but otherwise it is primal and sizzling.
“That isn’t straight,” the poet says. “It’s silly.”
“What the fucking fuck,” you say out loud at this point.
“Shh,” says the person who likes cricket. They listen, tensely. Something in the distance makes a very small “thwack,” like a baby dropping an egg.
“Was that a doosra or a googly?” the villain asks.
“IT’S A WRONG ‘UN,” roars the Yorkshireman in his wrath. A powerful insult has been offered. They begin to scuffle.
“With that double doozy, Crumpet is baffled for three turns, Agarwal is deep in the biscuit tin and Padgett has gone to the shops undercover,” the poet says quickly, to cover the action while his companions are busy. The villain is being throttled, in a friendly companionable way.
An intern apparently brings a message scrawled on a scrap of paper like a courier sprinting across a battlefield. “Reddy has rolled a nat 20,” the poet says with barely contained excitement. “Australia is both a continent and an island. But we’re running out of time!”
“Is that true?” You ask suddenly.
“Shh!” Says the person who likes cricket. “It’s a test match.”
“About Australia.”
“We won’t know THAT until the third DAY.”
A distant “pock” noise. The sound of thirty people saying “tsk,” sorrowfully.
“And the baby’s dropped the egg. Four legs over or we’re done for, as long as it doesn’t rain.”
The villain might be dead? You begin to find yourself emotionally invested.
There are mild distant cheers. “Oh, and with twelve sticky wickets t’ over and t’ seagull’s exploded,” the man from the North says as if all of his dreams have come true. “What a beautiful day.” Your person who likes cricket relaxes. It is tea break.
The villain, apparently alive, describes the best hat in the audience as “like a funnel made of dove-colored net, but backwards, with flies trapped in it.”
This is every bit as good as that time in Australia in 1975, they all agree, drinking their tea and eating home-made cakes sent in by the fans. The poet comments favorably on the icing and sugar-preserved violets. The Yorkshire man discourses on the nature of sponge. The villain clatters his cup too hard on his saucer. To cover his embarrassment, the poet begins scrolling through Twitter on his phone, reading aloud the best memes in his enchanting milky voice. Then, with joy, he reads an @ from an ornithologist at the University of Reading: seagulls do eat tacos! A reference is cited; the poet reads it aloud. Everyone cheers.
You are honestly - against your will - kind of into it! but also: weirdly enraged.
“Was that … it?” you ask, deeming it safe to interrupt.
“No,” says the person who likes cricket, “This is second tea break on the first day. We won’t know where we really are until lunch tomorrow.”
And - because you cannot stop them - you have to accept this; if cricket teaches you anything, it is this gentle and radical acceptance.
@admirablemonster … i still think its an imaginary sport ngl
Obligatory:
THIS. Another example of @elodieunderglass making hilarious brilliance look easy. And you may already have seen this, @fumblingbuffoon and @whiskeyandbingo, but just in case… I am chuckling out loud right now. It’s just…so beautiful and true…
I was seized by something greater than myself for sure . Thank you!
THE FUCKING TAGSSSS
People's manor diaries being leaked and passed around to everyone in the manor and theyre making fun of each other or realizing new shit
Then you get to Orpheus and it's the most concerning crashout you see bc its just orpheus being out of it like 24/7 then nightmare just. :p
I met someone new today. A man by the name of Norton Campbell. He said that I invited him to the manor, yet I have no recollection of doing so...I've decided to let him stay however. I tried to get more details, but I fear I've pushed too far for today. I made the mistake of asking about his burns- which, I do admit, was disrespectful.
I'll try to wake up early tomorrow to help in the kitchen. A form of apology. I hope the food is to his tastes.
He don't like you like that.
What the fuck.
Stop doodling Campbell in the diary.
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He's chopped as hell.
you switched bodies with a character of the last game you played, are you doomed?
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no
*panic screech*
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