Yi Sang, Sinner #1 of Limbus Company

Sinner #1 of Limbus Company //responses may vary in canonicity

[fly-perfect-wings]

//Hello, All, mod here.

I've been thinking about this blog, recently, and I don't really think I'll be able to support it anymore.

So, naturally, I'd like to let you all decide how I go about dealing with this little blog of mine.

How do I end off this blog?

Close askbox, answer the rest of the asks, designate the blog as an archive.

Delete it altogether.

Voting ended onMay 15, 2025

[fly-perfect-wings]

//Do note: I will still be answering any asks sent in the one-week period before this poll ends. Ask away.

[fly-perfect-wings]

//Shit. It’s been a year.

//I better clean up my askbox at some point. Sorry to keep y’all waiting for more than a year lmfao.

//I’ve just been in an inspirational ditch lately, sorry.

// Such is all from Mod Lament.

[fly-perfect-wings]

// why do people still follow me. I’m probably going to clean up the askbox in a bit but

//It’s genuinely so odd to see that people still stumble across this highschool side-thing that I used to have fun with a couple of my friends.

[fly-perfect-wings]

I saw a burd today, fluffed up as it was I did indeed look rather spherical. As expected, it was adorable. Good day to you, good sir.

Good day as well.

Birds are quite beautiful, no? In my days between the collapse and Gubo's abduction of I, I often listened to them tell me their stories. They oft had the most wonderous chapters they wished to share.

[fly-perfect-wings]

Alright, I've asked this to someone before (can't remember which sinner)

Which Sinner (not voting yourself), would survive to the end in a death game?

Let's say the death game is... Hunger Games

I await your answer ദ്ദി๑>؂•̀๑)

~ ᡣ • . • 𐭩 ♡

I believe such an answer to be uncertain. I would bet between my fellow of the war, Gregor, and my fellow of the sea, Ishmael. My heart leans closer to selecting my fellow of the sea.

Outis would be a third, however, I doubt her capability considering a previous encounter I had with her.

[fly-perfect-wings]

hi yi sang 🥺

i’m sorry about your culinary disasters. i’ll share some of my ravioli with you if you want!

also do you (still?) write poetry? if so can i hear some of it pretty please?

I shall be fine without the ravioli... I believe there shall come a moment where my forays in the culinary world shall be but nothing. Not even an etching into one of my dear fellows' minds.

My poetry fails to meet paper when I draw the ink... My apologies, but I cannot grant your request.

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi sang. The goodest boy. What's your favourite food. Please beat the blighted potato allegations 😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭🥺🥺🥺😊

My favorite food... Hm.

I quite enjoyed the Prosperity Toss Salad Dongbaek made for me to share, in the days I oft reminisce.

I have toiled to replicate it, and yet it eludes me as if something is amiss.

[fly-perfect-wings]

Do you have any opinions on being labeled the most "physically weak" sinner in the check-up? You are still #1 in my book.(And number 01 in general) -🐜

I have no opinion, as it is merely fact.

And truly, the fact lacks much impact.

I shall toil away, as my fellows stay.

Our abilities were equalized; To catch up would not be far away.

[fly-perfect-wings]

//Hello, All, mod here.

I've been thinking about this blog, recently, and I don't really think I'll be able to support it anymore.

So, naturally, I'd like to let you all decide how I go about dealing with this little blog of mine.

How do I end off this blog?

Close askbox, answer the rest of the asks, designate the blog as an archive.

Delete it altogether.

Voting ended onMay 15, 2025

[pastelslimbis]

its so weird that all my limbi friends on here are getting people sent to them. don't know how that works but I'm glad no one is getting sent to m--

(Pastel stares as a strange man is now in their house.)

I-- um. okay. There is-- you--

Please leave???

So I have a guy in my house n--

TWO GUYS??

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi Sang looks around, rather confused.

"How peculiar... I have never seen such a thing before... To be suddenly spirited away whilst ruminating over the..."

Yi Sang finally notices the most peculiar thing in the room.

"Miss Faust, my fellow... What has occured to cause such a large diminishment in size?"

He tries to speak to Bella, clearly not understanding a hint of what sort of mirror world he was in.

[fly-perfect-wings]

Gives nothing there yi sang a big ole hug

You're the best, NT :)

And you're cooler than Yi Sang

Yi Sang responds with its own hug.

Unfortunately for you, Yi Sang has never hugged anyone. Your spine is broken in half and two ribs are crushed.

Is... Friend okay?

You were, in fact, not okay.

[fly-perfect-wings]

...so. what happened to original yi sang

Yi Sang tilts its head in confusion.

Ori... Original?

Original...

Yi Sang's smile turns to a frown. Its face shows dejection, disappointment, envy.

[fly-perfect-wings]

Nothing There, why are you so kind and goated to everyone?

Bec... Because...

All friend! All friend!

Yi Sang jumps with joy, its step as happy as its smile.

[queequeg08]

Ya know hearin about you was one thing but bein able to read your blog... You aren't my Queequeg but you are A Queequeg and so I care about you. I told myself I wouldn't but... I do... Not in the same way I cared about her but... what do I do...

@justanotherdeckhand

I also... care.

My Ishmael. Want her to stay floating. While away. Even if rope… severed.

You, not my Ishmael. Separate rope. But… still Ishmael. For you, can lend harpoon too.

[justanotherdeckhand]

I... I just miss her so much...

[you can hear crying over the PDA]

I miss my girlfriend... I miss dreamin about our future together... I just...

[queequeg08]

…

Wish… I was there.

For you… in your world.

[justanotherdeckhand]

Other LCB employees have used warp IDs to travel so... We can try? If you want...

[queequeg08]

…Want. To try.

[justanotherdeckhand]

Does anyone on your bus have a W corp ID? Or a rip space EGO? That's how this would work. If not I can probably get Don to do it if I can get her some fixer merch in exchange...

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi sang sprints in, that same, eerily happy face on.

Friend! Help... Friend!

The glass shatters, and Yi Sang dons its Dimension Shredder E.G.O. A sparial rip is created, and Yi Sang seems overjoyed to help its supposed "friend."

Too happy.

[gregorbud]

Oi, Bug man, I heard you had some Blunts. Care for a smoke break with me? Orphé cleaned all mine out from my room...

- @hermthebackstreetsrat

Oh yeah, I forgot about the ones I had lying around from the anon buds. I was gonna see if Yuri wanted to teach me some game she's been talking about, but we've probably got some time.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He knocks on the door to Gregor's Room

"Oi, it's Herm. Open up, and don't worry I uh... Have my own lighter."

[gregorbud]

//He opens the door to let Herm in, currently looking depressed, but with a really nice braid.

Come on in, don't mind the mealworms.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm's arm is covered in smoldering roots, most likely because of his EGO being activated under stress as he sits with his back on a wall

"....did you hear what happened with Yuri?"

[gregorbud]

//He gives a thousand yard stare at the mention of Yuri, grabs a joint, and lights it.

She said she broke up with Cathy and is dating Erlking now, if that's what you mean.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He nods, taking a joint as well, pressing it against his root covered arm to light it as he puts it in his mouth

"I don't really trust the Erlking fella much. Lotta dead Heathcliffs..."

[gregorbud]

Neat trick, bud.

//He takes a puff of his

Neither do I, pretty sure we tried to kill each other when I was stuck in my Linton ID. But that’s that and this is this, it’s not our place to tell her what to do.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He exhales some smoke, letting the joint rest in his lips

"I know but... I saw how badly Catherine hurt her and I swear if that boy does anything close to what that bitch did, I'll burn him at the stake..."

[gregorbud]

You know, she is an adult. We should let her live her life.

//He thinks back to those hands with their painted nails, reaching down to grab him over and over

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm Sighs, knowing that it's not his place to dictate Yuri's life

"...I was going to have a daughter with Daphné, you know."

The roots on his arm slowly return to the Laurel brand that is on his wrist as he relaxes

[gregorbud]

Did you have a name picked out?

//He scoops the mealworms out of their container and lets them crawl around, keeping a close eye on them

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He sighs, looking upwards

"She wanted to call her Eurydice, but I wanted to call her Aphrodite."

He chuckles

"She would have loved to meet Yuri..."

[gregorbud]

Those’re both nice names. You would have been good parents to her…

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He turns to Gregor

"So... How did you adopt her?" He says jokingly, a weak smile on his face as he exhales some smoke

[gregorbud]

I was just… glad she survived in one world. We got to talking, and one thing led to another.

//He looks sad and tired, remembering his world’s Yuri

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm frowns, reading the room

"...I heard about what happened to our world's Yuri... I also heard about how your mom is kinda a bitch, but most are, aren't they?" He says

[gregorbud]

I guess…

//He doesn’t mention that his mom was the one that gave him this arm. That she was the one that sent him to the battlefield. That she cut Yuri’s head from the apple. How many more mothers are like that?

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He snuffs the blunt he has on his pant leg, lighting another

"It's funny because I was ready to turn Cathy to ashes when I learned she dumped Yuri. Got told that even if I did try, some dude called "Argalia" would stop me..."

[gregorbud]

//Thanks to an anon, his blunt is now massive. This does not stop him from smoking it

Argalia? Dunno who that is, but it doesn’t sound like someone you want to mess with.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

You hear a mix of coughing and wheezing as Herm laughs

"HOLY SHIT YOU LOOK SO STUPID- AND I MEAN THAT IN A GOOD WAY"

[gregorbud]

//He finally cracks a smile and laughs

Jealous?

//He offers him the oversized blunt

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He laughs, declining

"I have enough lung cancer to kill an elephant, thank you"

[gregorbud]

That doesn’t sound good. Guess that’s why Yuri wants me to cut down on the cigs.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He sighs, smiling

"Same here, but it's the only thing that keeps me calm, Y'know?"

[gregorbud]

Boy do I. But I told her I’d try holding something else in my teeth.

//He coughs a bit

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm pats Gregor's back to help ease the pain

"Damn, choking on it already? Didn't know you swung that way"

He busts out laughing like a child

[gregorbud]

//He chuckles

I’ve never smoked a blunt this big before bud.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He sighs, slouching down

"...Wanna grab some sandwiches? I'm getting hungry as hell..."

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi sang opens the door, looking somehow both more high and more happy than both of them.

Frien... Frien... Fell... Fello...

Yi sang? Places a pulsating mass on a platter that resembles food, on the floor between them.

Bo... Bo... Teet...

Yi Sang walks off.

[gregorbud]

Hey bud, wanna join us? We’ve got plenty to go around.

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi sang looks possibly even more joyous. It nods ferverently.

Join! Join! Join!

[gregorbud]

You already been smoking bud? Ishmael might kill you if she finds out you were in the kitchen again.

//He hands Yi Sang? the oversized blunt and goes to inspect the platter

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi sang starts smoking the blunt.

Its arm starts to pulsate strangely.

It looks rather happy, however.

[gregorbud]

//While Yi Sang? smokes, he tries the weird food on the plate. No sense in letting food go to waste.

[fly-perfect-wings]

//the food tastes unlike anything other. It's like if gregor tasted the one thing he always wanted to taste. It was... a perfect dish.

[gregorbud]

Oi, Bug man, I heard you had some Blunts. Care for a smoke break with me? Orphé cleaned all mine out from my room...

- @hermthebackstreetsrat

Oh yeah, I forgot about the ones I had lying around from the anon buds. I was gonna see if Yuri wanted to teach me some game she's been talking about, but we've probably got some time.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He knocks on the door to Gregor's Room

"Oi, it's Herm. Open up, and don't worry I uh... Have my own lighter."

[gregorbud]

//He opens the door to let Herm in, currently looking depressed, but with a really nice braid.

Come on in, don't mind the mealworms.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm's arm is covered in smoldering roots, most likely because of his EGO being activated under stress as he sits with his back on a wall

"....did you hear what happened with Yuri?"

[gregorbud]

//He gives a thousand yard stare at the mention of Yuri, grabs a joint, and lights it.

She said she broke up with Cathy and is dating Erlking now, if that's what you mean.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He nods, taking a joint as well, pressing it against his root covered arm to light it as he puts it in his mouth

"I don't really trust the Erlking fella much. Lotta dead Heathcliffs..."

[gregorbud]

Neat trick, bud.

//He takes a puff of his

Neither do I, pretty sure we tried to kill each other when I was stuck in my Linton ID. But that’s that and this is this, it’s not our place to tell her what to do.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He exhales some smoke, letting the joint rest in his lips

"I know but... I saw how badly Catherine hurt her and I swear if that boy does anything close to what that bitch did, I'll burn him at the stake..."

[gregorbud]

You know, she is an adult. We should let her live her life.

//He thinks back to those hands with their painted nails, reaching down to grab him over and over

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm Sighs, knowing that it's not his place to dictate Yuri's life

"...I was going to have a daughter with Daphné, you know."

The roots on his arm slowly return to the Laurel brand that is on his wrist as he relaxes

[gregorbud]

Did you have a name picked out?

//He scoops the mealworms out of their container and lets them crawl around, keeping a close eye on them

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He sighs, looking upwards

"She wanted to call her Eurydice, but I wanted to call her Aphrodite."

He chuckles

"She would have loved to meet Yuri..."

[gregorbud]

Those’re both nice names. You would have been good parents to her…

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He turns to Gregor

"So... How did you adopt her?" He says jokingly, a weak smile on his face as he exhales some smoke

[gregorbud]

I was just… glad she survived in one world. We got to talking, and one thing led to another.

//He looks sad and tired, remembering his world’s Yuri

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm frowns, reading the room

"...I heard about what happened to our world's Yuri... I also heard about how your mom is kinda a bitch, but most are, aren't they?" He says

[gregorbud]

I guess…

//He doesn’t mention that his mom was the one that gave him this arm. That she was the one that sent him to the battlefield. That she cut Yuri’s head from the apple. How many more mothers are like that?

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He snuffs the blunt he has on his pant leg, lighting another

"It's funny because I was ready to turn Cathy to ashes when I learned she dumped Yuri. Got told that even if I did try, some dude called "Argalia" would stop me..."

[gregorbud]

//Thanks to an anon, his blunt is now massive. This does not stop him from smoking it

Argalia? Dunno who that is, but it doesn’t sound like someone you want to mess with.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

You hear a mix of coughing and wheezing as Herm laughs

"HOLY SHIT YOU LOOK SO STUPID- AND I MEAN THAT IN A GOOD WAY"

[gregorbud]

//He finally cracks a smile and laughs

Jealous?

//He offers him the oversized blunt

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He laughs, declining

"I have enough lung cancer to kill an elephant, thank you"

[gregorbud]

That doesn’t sound good. Guess that’s why Yuri wants me to cut down on the cigs.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He sighs, smiling

"Same here, but it's the only thing that keeps me calm, Y'know?"

[gregorbud]

Boy do I. But I told her I’d try holding something else in my teeth.

//He coughs a bit

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm pats Gregor's back to help ease the pain

"Damn, choking on it already? Didn't know you swung that way"

He busts out laughing like a child

[gregorbud]

//He chuckles

I’ve never smoked a blunt this big before bud.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He sighs, slouching down

"...Wanna grab some sandwiches? I'm getting hungry as hell..."

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi sang opens the door, looking somehow both more high and more happy than both of them.

Frien... Frien... Fell... Fello...

Yi sang? Places a pulsating mass on a platter that resembles food, on the floor between them.

Bo... Bo... Teet...

Yi Sang walks off.

[gregorbud]

Hey bud, wanna join us? We’ve got plenty to go around.

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi sang looks possibly even more joyous. It nods ferverently.

Join! Join! Join!

[gregorbud]

You already been smoking bud? Ishmael might kill you if she finds out you were in the kitchen again.

//He hands Yi Sang? the oversized blunt and goes to inspect the platter

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi sang starts smoking the blunt.

Its arm starts to pulsate strangely.

It looks rather happy, however.

[gregorbud]

Oi, Bug man, I heard you had some Blunts. Care for a smoke break with me? Orphé cleaned all mine out from my room...

- @hermthebackstreetsrat

Oh yeah, I forgot about the ones I had lying around from the anon buds. I was gonna see if Yuri wanted to teach me some game she's been talking about, but we've probably got some time.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He knocks on the door to Gregor's Room

"Oi, it's Herm. Open up, and don't worry I uh... Have my own lighter."

[gregorbud]

//He opens the door to let Herm in, currently looking depressed, but with a really nice braid.

Come on in, don't mind the mealworms.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm's arm is covered in smoldering roots, most likely because of his EGO being activated under stress as he sits with his back on a wall

"....did you hear what happened with Yuri?"

[gregorbud]

//He gives a thousand yard stare at the mention of Yuri, grabs a joint, and lights it.

She said she broke up with Cathy and is dating Erlking now, if that's what you mean.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He nods, taking a joint as well, pressing it against his root covered arm to light it as he puts it in his mouth

"I don't really trust the Erlking fella much. Lotta dead Heathcliffs..."

[gregorbud]

Neat trick, bud.

//He takes a puff of his

Neither do I, pretty sure we tried to kill each other when I was stuck in my Linton ID. But that’s that and this is this, it’s not our place to tell her what to do.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He exhales some smoke, letting the joint rest in his lips

"I know but... I saw how badly Catherine hurt her and I swear if that boy does anything close to what that bitch did, I'll burn him at the stake..."

[gregorbud]

You know, she is an adult. We should let her live her life.

//He thinks back to those hands with their painted nails, reaching down to grab him over and over

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm Sighs, knowing that it's not his place to dictate Yuri's life

"...I was going to have a daughter with Daphné, you know."

The roots on his arm slowly return to the Laurel brand that is on his wrist as he relaxes

[gregorbud]

Did you have a name picked out?

//He scoops the mealworms out of their container and lets them crawl around, keeping a close eye on them

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He sighs, looking upwards

"She wanted to call her Eurydice, but I wanted to call her Aphrodite."

He chuckles

"She would have loved to meet Yuri..."

[gregorbud]

Those’re both nice names. You would have been good parents to her…

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He turns to Gregor

"So... How did you adopt her?" He says jokingly, a weak smile on his face as he exhales some smoke

[gregorbud]

I was just… glad she survived in one world. We got to talking, and one thing led to another.

//He looks sad and tired, remembering his world’s Yuri

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm frowns, reading the room

"...I heard about what happened to our world's Yuri... I also heard about how your mom is kinda a bitch, but most are, aren't they?" He says

[gregorbud]

I guess…

//He doesn’t mention that his mom was the one that gave him this arm. That she was the one that sent him to the battlefield. That she cut Yuri’s head from the apple. How many more mothers are like that?

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He snuffs the blunt he has on his pant leg, lighting another

"It's funny because I was ready to turn Cathy to ashes when I learned she dumped Yuri. Got told that even if I did try, some dude called "Argalia" would stop me..."

[gregorbud]

//Thanks to an anon, his blunt is now massive. This does not stop him from smoking it

Argalia? Dunno who that is, but it doesn’t sound like someone you want to mess with.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

You hear a mix of coughing and wheezing as Herm laughs

"HOLY SHIT YOU LOOK SO STUPID- AND I MEAN THAT IN A GOOD WAY"

[gregorbud]

//He finally cracks a smile and laughs

Jealous?

//He offers him the oversized blunt

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He laughs, declining

"I have enough lung cancer to kill an elephant, thank you"

[gregorbud]

That doesn’t sound good. Guess that’s why Yuri wants me to cut down on the cigs.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He sighs, smiling

"Same here, but it's the only thing that keeps me calm, Y'know?"

[gregorbud]

Boy do I. But I told her I’d try holding something else in my teeth.

//He coughs a bit

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

Herm pats Gregor's back to help ease the pain

"Damn, choking on it already? Didn't know you swung that way"

He busts out laughing like a child

[gregorbud]

//He chuckles

I’ve never smoked a blunt this big before bud.

[hermthebackstreetsrat]

He sighs, slouching down

"...Wanna grab some sandwiches? I'm getting hungry as hell..."

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi sang opens the door, looking somehow both more high and more happy than both of them.

Frien... Frien... Fell... Fello...

Yi sang? Places a pulsating mass on a platter that resembles food, on the floor between them.

Bo... Bo... Teet...

Yi Sang walks off.

[gregorbud]

Hey bud, wanna join us? We’ve got plenty to go around.

[fly-perfect-wings]

Yi sang looks possibly even more joyous. It nods ferverently.

Join! Join! Join!