[faerietael]

#faerietael: a highly selective & private multimuse from various media. curated by wander. low activity.

muse roster.

agitha. the legend of zelda: twilight princess.

akari. pokémon legends: arceus.

amelia. the outlast trials.

anya. mouthwashing.

babydoll. sucker punch.

billy hope. outlast.

cain knightlord. trinity blood.

camille preaker. sharp objects.

candy quackenbush. abarat.

charlie morningstar. hazbin hotel.

cheedo. mad max: fury road.

christine daae. the phantom of the opera.

dawn. pokémon plantinum.

deet. the dark crystal: age of resistance.

esther blanchett. trinity blood.

eurydice. hadestown.

feng min. dead by daylight.

fran bow dagenhart. fran bow.

frisk. undertale.

furiosa. mad max.

kino. kino's journey.

kira. the dark crystal.

linkle. hyrule warriors.

lydia deetz. beetlejuice.

madotsuki. yume nikki.

makeela riju. the legend of zelda: breath of the wild.

marnie. pokémon sword & shield.

medli. the legend of zelda: the wind waker.

meryl stryfe. trigun stampede.

nefertari vivi. one piece.

padmé amidala. star wars.

rey. star wars.

seras victoria. hellsing.

shilo wallace. repo! the genetic opera.

shiva. the girl from the other side.

sonia. berserk.

tetra. the legend of zelda: the wind waker.

winnie foster. tuck everlasting.

yorshka. dark souls iii.

zelda. the legend of zelda: ocarina of time.

zelda. the legend of zelda: twilight princess.

by request.

amicia de rune. a plague tale.

anna lee. outlast 2.

sister barnes. heretic.

benedikte. berserk.

carrie white. carrie.

cassie holmes. push.

chise hatori. the ancient magus bride.

clyde perry. outlast trials.

david annapurna. outlast.

hinata hyuuga. naruto.

irene easterman. outlast trials.

jamie lloyd carruthers. halloween.

lilith sahl. trinity blood.

loretta cristiano amodio. gangsta.

lynn langermann. outlast 2.

mei chang. fullmetal alchemist.

mina harker. hellsing.

nina. gangsta.

the plain doll. bloodborne.

rin nohara. naruto.

sherry birkin. resident evil.

viola. bloodborne.

testing.

bee. bee & puppycat.

kaya. one piece.

lee harker. longlegs.

lucy maclean. fallout.

sable ward. dead by daylight.

original characters.

ema. outlast trials.

fortuna. the legend of zelda. (wip)

guidelines.

this is a lowkey blog meant to write with my friends, although i do welcome others to interact. don't misbehave, be chill, stay kind & have fun. wander, she/her, 27.

blog roll: @alicemarion, @blanchette, @carrad1ne, @gullplays

sideblog: @innodeath

[bunnieresources]

metropolis: suit I & the archandroid writing prompts.

“ they’ve come to destroy me. “

“ they’re gunning for me and now they’re after you. “

“ at the end of the day and night, all we want is more. “

“ just come with me and i’ll take you home. “

“ are we really living, or just walking dead now? “

“ it seems that they’ve abandoned us. “

“ what good is love if it burns bright and explodes in flames? “

“ i thought every living thing had love. “

“ it’s now time for you to come home, my dear. you’ve been gone long enough. “

“ i’ve got places to go. quit slowing me down. “

“ don’t you see the hurt in their eyes? “

“ use your heart and not your pride. “

“ we can’t go on and keep pretending. “

“ they have nowhere to go. “

“ i ask you to have mercy on us. “

“ you think we know the rules by now. “

“ we can’t go starting wars with hearts of hatred. “

“ a dollar only goes so far. “

“ we need help here, no matter who we are. “

“ be careful of what you do. “

“ you’ll find that life is still worthwhile. “

“ these dreams are forever. “

“ some will pull the gun because they want to be stars. “

“ keep running for your life cause only one will survive. “

“ war is in the street and it’s an eye for an eye. “

“ run and tell your friends to never dream, never win. “

“ may you understand the clock will never rewind. “

“ they run from us. are we really that dangerous? “

“ i’m asking you, will you stay with me? “

“ i know it’s rough and you’ve had enough, but one day we’ll be happy. “

“ when i look into the future, i see danger in its eyes. “

“ i need you to keep me from going crazy. “

“ i can make a change. “

“ make me love again. “

“ when i look into your pretty eyes, i almost want to cry. “

“ i think about my life, and i don’t want to live a lie. “

“ i need you tonight. “

“ being alone’s the only way to be. “

“ when you step outside, you spend life fighting for your sanity. “

“ you better know what you’re fighting for. “

“ do you know what you’re fighting for? “

“ in this life, you spend time running from depravity. “

“ we must brave this night and have faith in love. “

“ i’m trying to find my peace. “

“ i was made to believe there’s something wrong with me. “

“ don’t cry when you say goodbye. “

“ i hope that i’ll get to see you again. “

“ you loved me, and i really dared to love you, too. “

“ it’s amazing that your love was mine. “

“ i can’t imagine the bitter end of all the beauty that we’re living in. “

“ let the love in your heart speak to me. “

“ you can go, but you musn’t tell a soul. “

“ just as sure as the sunlight keeps beaming on your eyes, i will always be waiting for you. “

“ they know all about you. “

“ i will leave without you. “

[faerietael]

made an aesthetic/musing sideblog @innodeath!

[faerietael]

small boots patter on the ground as the child runs ahead of him, white dress bunched around her knees. shiva is heedless of danger, always rushing ahead to see what the world had to offer her curiosity. she takes three steps at a time, grass swishing around her ankles, as she spares one glance back.

"come on, teacher! come on!"

the village they are approaching is quiet and silent, a stark contrast to the idyllic image of the river trickling through and winding around the cottages therein, the vines and overgrowth shrouding the windows and crowding the doors.

when her boots meet the cobblestone, the little girl takes a moment to marvel at the sound before she stamps feet once, twice, and then takes off down one of the side streets to the left of the town square.

shiva knows that she shouldn't leave teacher behind in a place unexplored, but her dark eyes are brimming with light and mischief, eager to discover what lies in wait in the shadows.

@heartreign, for shiva.

[faerietael]

starter call. please specify the muse you're interested in!

[faerietael]

a few headcanons in regards to david annapurna.

before coming to mount massive, david worked at a crisis ward in a high security state prison. as stated, he has been an orderly for his entire adult life.

he's kind of a big dude, average height. strong enough to restrain general population, but he would likely need assistance with variants that have undergone additional hormone therapy (per dr. jennifer roland one M.E. patient needs enough tranquilizers to take down a hockey team) and at the end of the day he's a normal guy. before he also undergoes the therapy, of course

david worked at mount massive without knowledge of the underground lab like most employees without security clearance. he cared for the general population patients under his charge during his shifts as an orderly. many of the variants preferred david's assignment because of his humane treatment of them and he earned certain protections among the prisoners.

david quite often supervised the art therapy program before it was cut from the budget and escorted patients considered safe enough to be handled directly by orderlies to and from sessions. he became very familiar with father martin and his finger painting. supplies from the abandoned vocational block were also repurposed for use in art therapy.

he also became close with billy hope, who he himself didn't quite understand intermingling with the actual prisoners who had court sentencing to the asylum. david took to looking after billy and talking with him, finding comic books for him to read from the outside. keep in mind that billy was seventeen when he first stepped foot in mount massive - it was likely a terrifying transition and david tried to make his stay as comfortable as possible.

billy's permanent transference to the basement (project walrider), the removal of the art program, and martin's rapid regression thereafter caused david to begin posing questions about what was truly going on at the asylum.

after his threat to contact the press, david was silenced by richard trager. he became a patient in the fashion of waylon park, but was subjected to the engine for much longer, becoming unrecognizable to his former colleagues.

as a patient, david was usually docile and easy to manage with unpredictable and rare outbursts of rage. he is one of the more coherent variants of the lot, remaining somewhat lucid and aware of what happened to himself.

[faerietael]

the  young  woman  wipes  her  hands  on  the  oil-stained  rag  hanging  from  the  pocket  of  her  loose  jumpsuit  before  she  sets  her  wrench  down  on  her  work  table. the  long  sleeves  of  the  outfit  slide  on  easily  over  her  narrow  shoulders  when  she  pulls  it  up  and  buttons  the  front  right  up  to  her  neck,  hiding  the  white  tank  top  that  clings  to  her  form. the  jumpsuit  itself  is  men's  clothing  at  least  two  sizes  too  big  for  her. but  ema  prefers  it  that  way.

better  to  keep  things  simple, undetectable, under the radar.

she  shrugs  on  the  leather  straps  of  her  toaster  next,  plain  and  undecorated. ultimately,  she  was  unsatisfied  with  her  adjustments  to  the  rig,  as  mundane  as  they  may  have  been. the  dark  circles  beneath  her  eyes  give  testament  to  her  sleepless  night. noakes  was  the  only  authority  she  deferred  to  when  it  came  to  the  tech  they'd  been  given  to  navigate  the  trials. although  she  had  been  trying  to  stow  away  her  vouchers,  it  seemed  that  this  time  she'd  need  to  borrow  a  little  bit  of  his  prudent  wisdom.

ema  pulls  out  the  drawer  of  her  side  table  and  fishes  out  a  key  —  then,  kneeling  on  the  ground,  she  pulls  out  a  little  lockbox  from  a  carved-out  bible  beneath  her  bed. turning  the  key  reveals  an  assortment  of  odds  and  ends,  curiosities  for  a  collector  such  as  herself  —  a  worn  photograph  of  a  young  girl  with  her  parents,  their  faces  blurred  by  time  —  but  at  the  very  bottom  of  the  metal  container  lies  the  vouchers  she  hadn't  wanted  to  part  with.

sighing  heavily,  ema  shoves  the  vouchers  into  her  pocket  and  replaces  the  little box. she  stands  up  wearily,  stretching  her  arms  high  over  her  head,  before  bandaging  up  her  bare  feet  and  slipping  out  the  door  of  her  cell.

the  sleep  room  is  busier  than  usual,  and  she  passes  by  all  sorts  of  reagents  as  she  weaves  through  the  halls,  her  nimble  feet  carrying  her  quickly  down  the  stairs  to  the  main  lobby. ema  moves  like  a  ghost  among  the  throng. nobody  pays  her  any  mind  as  she  darts  between  them,  more  diminutive  than  most  and  quicker  too,  her  feet  carrying  her  forward  mechanically  to  the  cell  of  the  engineer  himself.

he  doesn't  look  up  as  she  approaches  his  window,  and  ema  sports  a  half-smile  as  she  spies  the  work  currently  occupying  his  hands,  leaning  in  as  far  as  she's  allowed. from  all  of  their  previous  chats,  even  if  those  may  not  be  on  the  daily  as  they  once  were,  she  knows  he  doesn't  mind  this  as  much  as  the  nurse  does.

"mr. noakes,"  ema  greets  in  a  voice  soft  with  habitual  disuse. one  of  the  things  that  sinyala  had  not  changed  about  the  girl  was  her  unfailing  politeness,  and  she  always  shows  it  to  the  former  airman,  respecting  his  candid  way  of  talking  to  her. she  slides  the  vouchers  neatly  beside  him,  taking  care  not  to  disturb  him  too  much. "i  need  your  help  today."

finally,  the  engineer  glances  up  at  the  boyish  figure  casting  her  shadow  over  him,  recognition  flitting  in  his  brown  eyes. he  doesn't  smile;  he  never  does. but  ema  still  feels  the  extent  of  his  warmth  when  he  looks  at  her  like  this. seeing  it  makes  her  heart  sink  every  time.

"long  time  no  see,  missy,"  he  says  offhandedly  as  he  places  down  his  tools. he  casts  his  gaze  sidelong  at  her  vouchers  before  he  takes  inventory,  counts  them  one  by  one,  and  then  glances  up  at  her  again  from  behind  his  glasses. "what  did  you  get  yourself  into  this  time?"

ema  shoves  her  hands  into  her  pockets  as  she  avoids  the  older  man's  chastising  look,  a  slight  flush  rising  to  her  cheeks,  shoulders  hunched  defensively. "look,  i  may  have  busted  the  tube  housing. i  know;  please  don't  say  anything. i  just  need  to  be  able  to  take  it  into  the  trials."

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  non - halloween  themed  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  slashers,  final  girls,  and  other  horrors  beyond  your  comprehension.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  ) 

❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜

❛ i’m every nightmare you ever had. ❜

❛ i want to see your true face. ❜

❛ one way or another, you’re going to die tonight. ❜

❛ just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not already here. ❜

❛ by the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it. ❜

❛ you’re playing a dangerous game here, girl. ❜

❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜

❛ i won’t give up on you, i know you’re worth it! ❜

❛ scream all you want. no one will hear you. ❜

❛ what are you going to do to me? ❜

❛ there you are, my darling! ❜

❛ i knew you would come back to me. ❜

❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜

❛ i’m going to send you back to hell where you came from! ❜

❛ you can’t keep me here forever! ❜

❛ how are you still alive? i killed you! ❜

❛ sometimes human spaces make inhuman monsters. ❜

❛ please. why don’t you just let me go? ❜

❛ this missing poster has your face on it. ❜

❛ that wasn’t so bad, was it? ❜

❛ what’s wrong, you don’t trust me? ❜

❛ i know a lot about you. more than you think. ❜

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

❛ we could have been beautiful together. ❜

❛ when you think you’re alone, someone watches. ❜

❛ rest while you can, because i will hunt you and eat you whole. ❜

❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜

❛ you look so pretty all tied up like this. ❜

❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜

❛ god isn’t here. god doesn’t even know about this place. ❜

❛ there is something at work in my soul which i do not understand. ❜

❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜

❛ you know what they say, an eye for an eye. ❜

❛ why don’t you scream for me? ❜

❛ are you… smelling me? ❜

❛ we’re going to die out here. ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of anything. not anymore. ❜

❛ we will be what everyone wants to be. perfect. ❜

❛ no offense, but i think you might be just a little too crazy for me. ❜

❛ we all go a little mad sometimes. ❜

❛ the harder i try to escape, the further i get into this awful place. ❜

❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

❛ this is the end of your little game. i win. ❜

❛ don’t leave me! i can’t be alone! ❜

❛ no one is coming for you. ❜

❛ you hide. and i’ll try to find you. sound fun? ❜

❛ fuck this place. seriously, just fuck this place. ❜

❛ what’s the matter, honey? you’ve barely touched your dinner. ❜

❛ don’t be afraid. dying is much easier than living. ❜

❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜

❛ let’s get you some clothes before i get too turned on. ❜

❛ you weren’t putting that tongue to use anyway. ❜

❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

❛ dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me. ❜

[faerietael]

i'm also not sure if i updated this on ema's document, but she has a pet rat obtained from toxic shock named woodstock. :)

[shinanai]

@faerietael:  ’ i  don’t  feel  safe.  what  is  wrong  with  this  city? ’   meme /  accepting.

          New Miami wasn’t exactly the sort of place Nicholas frequented despite it being a tourist attraction,  at least not outside of work.  He could count on one hand the amount of times he’d been there and he had to admit,  each time it got a little worse.  It was all well and good for the economy of the town,  sure,  but wherever there was a thriving city was certain to bring all sorts of unsavory people who wanted something to claim as their own.  If anyone would know what sort of unsavory people lurked,  it would be him,  wouldn’t it?

          New Miami’s underbelly happened to be growing undisturbed it seemed.  Or maybe it was simply because this was the part of town the lot of them had decided would be safest for Vash to traverse without being seen.  He was a wanted man.  If anything Nicholas was surprised they had yet to stumble across more people wanting to lay claim to such a hefty reward.

          Meryl’s comment draws his attention away from the bustle of people,  a brow lifting behind the shade of his sunglasses at her close proximity.  Vash was holed up in one of the hotel rooms they’d snagged,  and Roberto seemed just as content to lounge behind   -   which had left the unlikely duo to go out and restock supplies and grab something to eat.  The edge of his mouth upturns,  the cigarette hanging from his lips rolled to the center idly.  He takes a drag,  letting the smoke billow from the crack of grin he’s given.

          “You’ve not been around much,  huh?”  It’s a bit obvious,  he thinks.  She sticks out at times,  as though she’s lived a rather sheltered life…  at least as sheltered as anyone on this forsaken planet of Gunsmoke can.  Though Nicholas supposes he can’t judge a book by its cover entirely.  Or that he shouldn’t.  He shrugs off the thought instead,  elbow extended to nudge at her shoulder idly.  “This ain’t half as bad as some places I’ve been.”

          Which was true,  really.  But what was it to try and compare shit and dirt when they weren’t nearly the same thing but looked to be?

          “Don’t worry,  I’m Nicholas the Punisher.”  His tone is jovial and lighthearted,  a mild but earnest attempt to ease whatever concerns she may be having as the walk through the bustle of the street.  “Nothing’s gonna happen while I’m around.”

[faerietael]

meryl ducks into nicholas' shadow whilst she does her best to evade piercing stares that seem to follow them around each street corner, casting her lost eyes around nonetheless. every part of her body language screams that she is hardly as at ease as her companion, trying to find her wobbly legs, and it provides basically the same effect as blood in the water.

well, that, or the clear fact that she clearly has a press label on her jacket. meryl curses under her breath.

wanted posters plastered on the buildings seem like less of an attempt at law enforcement and more of an advertisement for danger. although one could argue the perils of grabbing a meal, she certainly doesn't want to get separated from her guide.

"have too! i've been here, once." a sour expression crosses the small woman's face as she refrains from her timidity to snip back at his remark. she softens again at her fuzzy memory, but confusion has tainted what remains of her fondness. "i visited a long time ago... but it wasn't anything like this."

wolfwood's nudge brings her out of her thoughts, and meryl blinks at his smiling face. the familiar rush of embarrassment and anger all but fades in the face of comfort, teasing though it may be. lips parted in surprise, any words she had to reprimand him become a derisive sigh. worse places... her misplaced panic feels a bit silly. her voice, in that moment, lacks the righteous stubbornness she is known for.

the girl returns the smile with a bit of strain, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "of course. because nothing ever does."

she should say "thank you". his reassurance does calm her nerves a little, but she shrugs off her nagging obligation. her prudence won't allow her to admit that she is soothed.

instead, when she catches a whiff of curry from a vendor's stall a little distance down the street, meryl forgets herself and darts ahead as quickly as her short legs will carry her. a fully prepared meal... while worrying for her companions, it had been all too easy to put aside how famished she really was.

she calls him over to the stall, thinking better of herself: "over here, nicholas! doesn't this smell divine?"

[faerietael]

"kino, where does the map say our next stop is? i'm getting thirsty." a tiny voice spits from the rumble of the motorrad's engine, imploring its rider for a spare thought. the traveler presses their thighs comfortingly around hermes, leaning into the curves of the road as they weave through the forest.

a mysterious smile is to be found beneath a pair of thick-lensed goggles, which protect the young person's pair of green eyes from the dust and grime of the road. "i told you maybe half an hour ago, hermes. there's supposed to be a small town here— or at least, that's what the map said." as they drive into the sunset, finally meeting the end of the woods, kino spies a gate some hundred meters ahead of them.

"well, what do you know."

the gate remains open to receive them: kino slows to a crawl while they roll through the double doors, and dismounts hermes once his tires meet the cobblestone street. the motorrad's engine thrums to a silence, sputtering as if to proudly herald their arrival to all of the town's denizens.

"so what's the plan?" the reedy tin voice echoes again as the traveler casts their gaze around the street, duster coat brushing behind them whilst they survey their options going forward.

"we find lodgings for three days and recuperate our losses from the road. you need gas, isn't that right?"

"please! and none of the cheap stuff."

@eiikyuu, for kino (and hermes)!

[faerietael]

meryl being like 4'9 is sucking the life out of me

[faerietael]

the smell of warm cinnamon buns permeates the air, although the spoils are hidden safely inside a small basket and tucked underneath a plaid cloth. hinata hides the treats securely against her hip as she scurries into the long shadows of the evening. maybe he won't be home to see her silly gesture.

maybe. the thought of him knowing is almost more than she can bear. she feels her cheeks grow redder at the very notion of having to explain herself. what could she possibly say? hinata swallows her nerves, banishes her looming trepidation, and approaches naruto's door with the baked goods.

there needn't be any note left to explain herself. she releases the breath she hadn't known she was holding in when she sets the basket on the doorstep, taking a small step back to consider it, something innocuous and altogether mysterious.

now, of all times, she worries if naruto even likes cinnamon.

@antithcsis, for hinata.

[faerietael]

the sky is a dreary gray overcast and torrential rain splatters upon the pavement, slipping down into the fathomless gutters below london city. but even with the faintest trace of sunlight, the rare chance to enjoy the daytime is a blessing in her crimson eyes. seras may be clothed head to toe in her pink raincoat and sunglasses, an umbrella hiding her from discerning passerby, but none would be the wiser to her vampiric nature.

there's a faint whimsy to her step as she approaches the target of her journey: a funeral home which has recently reopened in the downtown area. according to her sources, information concerning local deaths of a supernatural persuasion is to be had by the proprietor of such an establishment. sir hellsing could use the lead: seras hopes that she hasn't come too late.

the bell chimes when she enters the foyer. seras shakes her umbrella free of the excess water. "excuse me— is anyone around? i've come to speak with madame... erm..." the proprietor's specific name eludes her, for the moment.

@n-galmurrr, for seras.

[faerietael]

blows kisses at

catches all the kisses!!! 😘

[faerietael]

candy feels like her world is spinning. one moment, she is in pursuit of the tantrum-prone girl who had stolen malingo's sea chart, and the very next, the noontime sky is a cotton-spun whirl above her feet. she shakes herself free from the surprise of being tripped up so carelessly by the ocean spray, salty black tresses sticking to her face, whilst picking herself up.

upset is the least descriptive adjective that could describe the huffing, puffing mess that is miss quackenbush of chickentown.

"we need that map," she intones with all the implications of the calm before the storm that she can muster, grinding her slipper heel into the ground, puffing up with both hands on her hips. "you'd better give it back before you really tick me off!"

@joukka, for candy.

[faerietael]

"welcome to carthage. has your stay treated you well thus far?" nothing stirs in the oasis garden. small insects and birds that would usually disturb the flora have gone silent, and such an anomaly does not pass the notice of sancta naia.

amidst the greenery, crimson tresses stand out like a beacon. her golden eyes, warm yet discerning, observe the stranger queen elise has welcomed into her harbor city; perhaps with a degree of familiarity lurking beyond her cursory glance. a rose with thorns. recognition of the self in the other. lilith, ever gentle mannered, offers a hospitable smile to her guest.

"please, make yourself comfortable. do you prefer tea?"

@tsukkiakarii, for lilith.