;A student and Teacher Living after Brennenburg;

"Johann Weyer is MY pupil. MY Pupil. Yes, I do take pride in that fact. Is it so wrong?" Roleplay blog of headcanon renditions of redhead Agrippa and blonde Weyer (Amnesia: Beyond the Abyss Interpretations - LehrerSchuler Centric) from Amnesia: the Dark Descent. Written by Edou/Vincent. Est Somewhere in 2016. Tracking #lehrer-und-sein-schuler

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((Just a little thing))

((Wow, long time no see on this blog amirite?

I’ve been thinking I really need to update the theme, the pages, the character designs and art style [since that has changed drastically from the art style I used in 2014] and tags

as well as the daniel blog to keep up to date especially with the Megaman RP blogs that has been made

esp my most active one- Zero.

Since Weyer is my ooc FC on the Megaman blogs, maybe version 1 Zero should be my ooc FC on the amnesia blogs- or other rp blogs that’s not megaman related

I go through a lot of muse FCs as avatars when talking but that’s hyperfixations for ya I guess lmao

hopefully I will go and update this and the other amnesia blogs when the hyperfixation of megaman dies down, and unfortunately, it’s not happening anytime soon lmao

cuz when I have hyperfixations that last for a year, I know they’re going to last a while.

Anyway, just thought I’d say something here since the amnesia blogs have been dead for a while haha))

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thelayersoffear:

“Youre’a the oNES in MY HOUSE!! FUcK OFF”

Weyer: First of all, we’re not in your house this time, you’re in *my* tower. Second, I would very much like to know how you even *got* here! Agrippa: U-um, Johann, he’s drunk. He’s not going to remember any of this. Weyer: Drunk or not, Heinrich, he’s going to be teleported back once he becomes sober. Not even going to cure his hangover, either. Agrippa: Johann! Be serious! Weyer: I am. About him being here in my damn tower when I really wanted to be alone with you. Agrippa: And entering his house without him knowing to find the last orb was a warm welcome? Weyer: ...Good point...

[lehrer-und-sein-schuler]

thelayersoffear

i"M DRNOT DRUNK

Weyer: Really...? [Sneers at the Painter] Does you having a slur in your speech, accusing us of something we did NOT do, even though we were not even NEAR you, sound like you're drunk? Yes. I think it does.

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Where THE fuCK are my spectacles, did you fuckres teake them

Weyer: Wait what? Nein! Why would we take your spectacles?Agrippa: I mean, I have mine right here, but I don’t think they’re yours. Wait a minute… is he drunk…?Weyer: …Oh no… Niet deze shit weer…

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thelayersoffear:

Despite the introduction, the artist was more confused than before. Their names indicated they weren’t even from this country, if even from this time, but they seemed so comfortable going about their business. So casual about invading someone’s house. And for more of those…Orbs. Men on a mission he could only surmise, but how were they so sure that this was the place to find another?

He had never seen an Orb until today. The possibility that one could be hidden in his house somewhere was ludicrous, and the two men’s determination to disturb him further in search wasn’t helping. He wanted them out, and he wanted them out now.

The painter’s eyes widened in bewilderment at the question, his brows furrowing. “What the hell are you talking about?! I don’t have any of those damned things!” His tone alone made his intentions quite clear.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Agrippa didn't like the way this man talked to them, but hell. Weyer wouldn't like it either if there were strangers in their house all of a sudden.

“We honestly did not mean to intrude, honest. We thought this place was abandoned.”

“Though, this orb is still glowing like there is one here.”

“Johann, this is serious! We may have to get the orb ome other way so we do not disturb this poor man any further!”

He sighed. He would do anything his teacher wished, even if it was for the sake of another, “Alright, Heinrich. Whatever you wish, meine liebe.”

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thelayersoffear:

The magnificence of the strange object in the youth’s hands was so distracting, the artist was unable to pull his eyes away. For several moments, everything else blurred, the commotion fading into the background which left him with only this strange, blue light. It was inviting him to touch it. How he could sense this command without words or motion was beyond his comprehension, yet it was palpable. Before he could even realize, one of his hands had left the blond’s collar and was reaching out towards the Orb.

It was beckoning him. Soft whispers filled his ears with an indiscernible language, which soon distorted and warped until there was nothing but a loud droning sound echoing in his ears.

This was an object of great power. Perhaps it could give him the perfect inspiration needed for his Magnum Opus. The final piece of the puzzle was lying in wait for him, and all he had to do was reach out and grab it.

Yet as his fingers grazed the surface of that perfect sphere, there was a sudden jolt of energy that surged through the painter’s body. Images unlike anything he’d ever seen, sounds he never thought he’d hear, foreign music, and dear lord, the dizziness-

The shock send him stumbling backward and onto the floor, wide eyed and startled. He crawled backwards a little before staring up at the invaders. Now there was an additional man beside the first, seemingly older, with light auburn locks and a patch of hair on his chin. It was at this moment the artist took in their entire appearance, and noticed the clothing they were wearing was of a different time, unlike any suit he had seen. This apparel was nothing that men these days would be wearing outside, unless they were in theater.

“…who are you?” He asked in an unsettled voice.

Agrippa came up next to his student, giving him a disappointed frown. Though, Weyer had to pull away from this person, reaching out to his orb. “No, you are not touching this.” He then directs his gaze to is teacher, “Heinrich, did you find anything?” “No, Johann.. There was a children’s room, but I couldn’t look there. It’s pretty empty, anyway. Are you sure there’s on here, Johann?” “This orb says there is one. We just have to keep looking.” Agrippa then turns his own gaze to his right, seeing someone he’s never seen before. Maybe the owner of the house? “Hallo~. I am Heinrich Agrippa, this is my student, Johann Weyer. I apologize for us to intrude, but we are in a search for an orb. Just like the one Johann is holding. You wouldn’t happen to have on in your possession, would you?” Weyer rolled his eyes. He already asked the man this already, and he refuses to say anything. Maybe with Agrippa’s kinder approach, they can possibly get answers and get somewhere with finding this orb here.

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thelayersoffear:

He had made it abundantly clear that the boy was not wanted. To be so stubborn, even as he broke the law! It was infuriating. It seemed nothing short of brute force was going to get the point across, and so the man hurried over, anger fueling his steps. He was able to close the distance between them relatively fast, in spite of his prosthetic leg.

Clutching the blond by the collar, the artist forcibly pushed the invader against the wall, his gaze darkening with fury. “I don’t know who the FUCK you think you are, but-!” He roared, stopping for but a moment as the small Orb in the boy’s hands began to glow and flicker as if in response to something. It was not attached to anything by a cord or wire, and yet was shining a brilliant glow unlike anything he had ever seen. His eyes widened as if unable to pry them away from the peculiarity.

The strangest thing of all, the very object and its light seemed familiar…

Well, being clutched by the collar wasn’t something he was looking forward to this trip. Though, it’s better than being attacked by demons and the like. “Johann!” A voice called. Great. Agrippa had to come along with him, didn’t he? Well, being inseparable since the Brennenburg Incident, you’d think they would go together, right? “Over here, Heinrich!” He turned back to face the nameless painter, “Look. Just let me go, let us find the orb, and we can leave you in peace. Fair enough?” 

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thelayersoffear:

“There’s no fucking sphere! NOW GET THE HELL OUT!” The forlorn artist roared, grabbing whatever item was closest to him - in this case an empty box of cigars - and throwing it at the foreign invader. Anything to make it difficult for him, anything to get the youth out of there.

He didn’t know what sort of threat this strange boy posed, but he had fought for his life quite a few times in even more extreme circumstances. If push came to shove, he was ready to do so again.

Weyer wasn’t phased by this man’s rage or the cigar box being thrown at him. He’s dealt with so much worse. Though, he can understand invading someone’s house wasn’t the best way to look for something. Though, sometimes, the orbs do show up in someone’s possession. Either not knowing what it is, but keeping it anyway and not doing anything with it. Or accidentally knowing their power and keeping them to try and use it in such a way that the Shadow would be after them. It was either one of the two. The orb started blinking in his hands, indicating there was one here, “Well, this tells me otherwise. There is one here. Whether you want me here or not, I need that sphere.”

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thelayersoffear:

The gall this youth had, not only to stand there and loot his house but act like he was doing the man a service! Infuriated, the artist slammed his workshop door shut and briskly made his way over to the intruder. “I don’t know what the hell you’re after, but if your grubby hands want my old paintings to make a profit-” He sneered, his voice increasing in volume. “There’s nothing worth stealing here; now get out before I call the police!”

His fingers passed over the nearest chair as he moved forward, and angrily pushed it aside as he approached the stranger. The last thing he needed was parasites crawling out from every nook and cranny to prey upon him. Hadn’t he suffered enough without intruders breaking in?

The blonde Dutchman, rolled his eyes. Weyer: “I’m only here for an artifact that I sense is here. It’s a sphere. Just tell me where it is. If you have ti, I can take it and return nine of them to their rightful owner. If not, then we will leave you be.” Though, this man seems to be off his rocker. And he thought he was off his own rocker with being in love with his own teacher!

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Weyer: Aww, ficken… I cannot find my way out anywhere. How did I get stuck here…? Where even am I…? Ugh… Finding the last orb is difficult. @thelayersoffear

[thelayersoffear]

It was a day like any other. Another long night with another failed, wretched painting. He poured his skill, his soul, his heart into this piece yet again, only for it to end up a withering mess. With a frustrated growl, the artist grabbed his newly ‘finished’ piece and tossed it off the easel. Just as it clattered onto the floor, a loud thud just outside the workshop disrupted his frustration.

Another one of those rats?

With a deep breath and a wary stride to the door, the once esteemed painter slowly opened it…to find a blond haired man with strange clothes standing in the entryway.

It didn’t take long for him to break the silence. “…What the hell are you doing in my house?!”

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Weyer just stood there. Silent for a second. Kind of not giving any fucks at the moment from being stared at and invading someone’s house to look for something important. This was not new to him at all. Since he’s done it multiple times in the past. He speaks with his gruff, low, German accented voice, “Looking for something important. So important, you possibly couldn't understand. Now if there’s any place I should not look, tell me now before I don’t give a damn and search the place.”

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Weyer: Aww, ficken... I cannot find my way out anywhere. How did I get stuck here...? Where even am I...? Ugh... Finding the last orb is difficult. @thelayersoffear

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Do you call each other pet names like "sweetie pookems" or "honey muffin"? :3c

Agrippa: [Is appalled at the disgustingly too sweet names names and gags] EWW! N-no! Why would we use names like those!?Weyer: [Started snickering because of Agrippa’s reaction!] I agree-! B-but..! [Snickering gets worse and starts laughing.] I never expected that reaction out of you, Heinrich~!Agrippa: [Though, he snickers, and thinks of the pet name that he gives to Weyer sometimes.] Though, I do call him, “Sonneschein”~. German for Sunshine~.Weyer: [Immediately stops laughing when he’s been called “the pet name”, and blushes furiously] H-HEINRICH!!Agrippa: [He smirks, leaning in to nuzzle Weyer’s forehead] You love me~.Weyer: [He calms down a little, still blushes, but nuzzles back lovingly] Damn right..

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Imagine your OTP reading a book together and Person A keeps making snarky comments.

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Realistic Depression/Mental Illness Starter Sentences

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“You can at least pretend to be happy.” “Why didn’t you tell anyone what you were going through?” “You did this to yourself?” “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? What got you in such a state?” “Do you need help? Professional help?” “Well, to me it just looks like you’re being lazy.” “You can’t be afraid of everything. I bet you’re just doing this to be interesting.” “Why do you always want to have all the attention? Everyone gets depressed. Get over it.” “You’re going to have to get over yourself sometime soon. You can’t just sit around doing nothing forever.” “You just take some meds and it’s gone, right? Don’t be so difficult.” “You’re trying to tell me you’re one of those crazy people? Don’t be ridiculous, you’re fine!” “You look much better today! Are you feeling better?” “Why have you been hiding this for years?” “You could’ve told me you felt like this.” “Trust me, I hate myself more than you do, so yelling at me really isn’t going to change anything!” “Do you ever think of, you know, ending it…? You need to be honest with me.” “Stop making everything about you all the time. You’re so selfish.” “Is there anything you don’t have difficulty with? You’re being so precious.” “I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry.” “I can tell you you’re not alone, because I’ve felt like this too.” “You’re being so hard on yourself.” “I don’t know why I do it. The pain just stops me from feeling so empty for a while.” “You tried to kill yourself…? When?! Oh god…” “I don’t think I will get better. I felt the same five years ago and I’ve spoken to plenty of therapists in the meantime. I think it’s just a part of who I am.” “What are you feeling?” “Don’t give me that. I give myself a hard enough time already. Harder than you could possibly imagine so PLEASE just leave me alone.” “I know there’s nothing I can say to make it better, so maybe you should just let me hug you for a while?”