Lost Records

(Blog under revamping)

[lostrecordsofwhite]

Hello!

I have decided that, as I realize I don’t have much inspiration anymore for writing the AU verses, I will fully close this blog!

Yes, I had intended to just write infos when I felt like it, but I realize that I don’t really have interest anymore, so I prefer to save my energy for what I genuinely feel interest for.

Thanks for the interest you had in here!

[sozotohakai]

Blogs update

Hello~!

As some of you know November-December was really hard on me, it’s been better after the new year though it took last week and having monday to friday free to myself to feel like I’ve gotten real recovery energy. I’ve been productive for two days straight in the first few days of January too, so a boost for my mood, but energy consuming which is why it left me on a more relaxed pattern for days after.

So while I’m starting to feel better and to roll back into productive cycles, I feel I need to take it easy, and lower my intentions of activity from now.

In practice, this will mean:

++ sozotohakai remains my main rp blog, however consider it in semi-active state.

Activity is to be non-regular, if you feel you can’t handle the irregular way I can reply (take a few days to a few weeks), feel free to let me know you want to stop. Otherwise, do know I save in my drafts replies, and reply to them when I feel the muse for your thread. It is near impossible for me to miss a reply, as I check my dash for all new posts (which is why I keep it slow enough for my taste), so even if activity derps, I’ll see it myself. AKA: you can be certain your reply is in my draft, and be assured that I’ll work on it sooner or later.

(Memes&asks, I’ll make a thread if my muse want to add something, if you want to continue I’m all good, and if you don’t it’s all good too!)

There is no telling what I’ll have the muse for, and except rare case of high energy, I generally can’t write more than two to three replies when I manage to write. This is why you tend to see only one or two replies be sent out, and why speed can vary, as even if I end up writing replies after a few days, it might not be yours.

(I do mean to try putting in queue more often, so it can space out too).

++ millenniumpatriarch remains my secondary rp blog, semi-active too as while I don’t have as much going on as Allen, the muse is new still to me. However, on the plus side, it’s easier to get replies out since I don’t have as many to get out and so yours will tend to come “quicker”.

+ lostrecordsofwhite is to be half-closed. I still feel I want to work on having infos up, but for now, I won’t rp on there, and will work on adding infos when I feel like. Exception is the Deity AU, I’ll decide later if I add it to sozotohakai (the verse page is meant to reworked anyway), or keep it on lostrecordsofwhite (and have it the only rp verse/the only real activity).

+ choruscaelum is to be half-closed or, in fact, mostly closed. I feel like I’m probably “holding on” rather than genuinely feeling the muses, I haven’t rped there in a while and it’s mostly now that I’m saying “yeah, I won’t be rping there for now”. I do want, however, to put up infos&pages, which I’ll just work on whenever I feel like it.

+ arynladyofice is still a little bit “to decide” but I feel like I might add her to the multi-muse, and thus probably me the “main muse” there. I love her and I know that’s one muse that still sticks around, but at the same time, I don’t feel much urge anymore to try having her active (which is likely because I don’t have the energy to spare). Adding her to the multi feels like the best, and it feels like it will help my mind. Although I’m not sure how active she would be, but at least, she might feel better place for my own mind.

+++ I’m working on a sideblog to millenniumpatriarch, which was made a sideblog here (as opposed to a main account) to keep together blogs in the same fandom. So yes, this sideblog is for a MDZS blog, which will be half-info half-ask blog, and be open to rp threads. I kind of want to have more of it be set up before I share it though, but worry not, I’ll make a post (and edit this post) when it’s out.

Thank you for the patience, I’ll understand if you come and tell me hey, I think I prefer if we stop/drop our thing (and I’ll come tell you if I see a draft for us and I really feel I won’t be able to write for it), and otherwise I’ll be happy to continue, just be aware that, as I often say, my activity is fickle. Which has a lot to do with how my work is also to write and be creative so! Gotta manage better my creative juices and priorities!

[lostrecordsofwhite]

This blog is being revamped!

Previous headcanons and infos posts have been deleted (though have no worry, I saved them); so it will be easier for me to rework infos and profiles.

All previous threads/interactions that are inactive/dropped have been put on private, so my blog feels fresh to me.

I have kept up the thread with @ask-cross-marian and the starter for @crystallizecrimsonbutterfly as there are the only ones still active. White Devil verse will still be there, so we can continue our thread!

(I believe I have the draft for Cross, so I’ll reply to it once the revamp is done~).

What you can expect:

-> New guidelines

-> Verse page (White Devil canon au; Deity au; Modern au)

-> List of other aus (those who are just to share infos about)

-> New navigation page

-> Reworked hcs and infos for verses/aus

I don’t know when I’ll do all these, but I’ll be working on this slowly but surely!

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manadcampbellrpblog‌:

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He looked confused at the boy, the last time he looked was when Kanda claimed he wouldn’t remember who Alma Karama was. This Allen was really very different from the one who knew him.

“What happened to you, you have other or even stronger powers, I can’t put it all together” The Millennium Earl didn’t know how to deal with the situation

“If you don’t want to take part in the war then go, you’ll be useless to me and only in the way” he said and walked past the boy but stopped, his gaze much again at the boy.

It looked very familiar to him as if he had done it for someone before. Pictures tried to put together but he quickly shook his head to get rid of them.

“You can live with me in my estate, if you say that your world does not exist you must be lonely” This was he himself also, he missed something, a single tear made itself felt.

Then he turned to the white-haired ones and said, “Don’t worry about the others, I’ll explain it to him” He actually smiled at the boy in front of him, “Ne….Allen” it wasn’t the 14th it was Allen, he had to become aware of that.

The breathy laugh that escaped his lips and the expression in his eyes were... sad, melancholic. “I’m something that doesn’t exist in your world.” He simply replied.

His gaze flickered to the side, not quite able to cover the little flinch at the word useless, not quite able to prevent the faint feeling of hurt. Allen felt the Earl stop however, and directed his eyes on him again, questionning.

He blinked, then widened his eyes. Emotions showed in a quick succession, fondness, vulneratibility, happiness, and then his expression seemed to settle on something shy. “I... I’ve been travelling, but I-that’s an offer I want to take. Somewhere to return to...”

A smile bloomed on Allen’s face too, genuine and warm, and without warning the young man hugged the Earl, arms around the neck and rubbing cheeks together, a purr coming from him.

“Thank you, Earl!” The coat’s collar fluffed up, and it gave some warmth. If one looked, they would see the end of the cape floating a bit, up and down in quick flickers.

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Me: starts to wonder whether to have Timcanpy destroyed for White Devil or not.

WD:

Me: .... Timcanpy is alive. Super alive. Yes.

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manadcampbellrpblog‌:

That was true, his eye, it didn’t activate, that made the count think. But he talked to Crown Clown, this was suspicious again. But when he told his anti-Akuma weapon to calm down, he became even more confused. Soon he didn’t come after it anymore with thinking. No more war, that was the wish of the exorcist before him. “If you don’t want a war, unfortunately you have no luck here. As long as you have this arm and the heart of  inocence exists there will still be war” He laughed then, but stopped when an idea came to him.  He looked back at the arm again, if it were even possible so his grin what was so why there would become wider “You know you could be it also the heart, of course you could have had only so luck. But I can destroy your inocence to test it out”. “Or you could help destroy the order. One of their little sheeps which will help me.” This plan sounded perfect for him, after all he liked tragedies and this would be one of the most beautiful tragedies.

Allen’s lifted an eyebrow, lips forming a smile that felt dark in its amusement. He snorted, shaking his head. “I’m not your Heart, Earl.” He said simply.

However, he tilted his head when he saw that grin grow larger. Both eyebrows shot up at what was said, body tensing for a brief moment. A flash of anger crossed his eyes, then, amusement. Lips stretched into a grin.

Allen started to laugh. He doubled over, holding his stomach, laughing and laughing. He calmed down after a few moments, one arm around his stomach, his other hand brushing away the tears from his laughter.

His hand stayed there, palm covering his face.

“I don’t think you understand, Adam,” He started, voice low and soft. He started to let his hand slip, revealing solid black eyes with golden slits; his white coat started to float, tattered end growing sharp at the edges. “My war is done, my world is gone. Destroy this world, win this war for all I care,” He continued, a dark puddle forming under his feet, slowly expanding, “But do not try to drag me into it.”

Everything stopped. The dark puddle seemed to melt back toward his feet and vanish. The coat dropped back. His eyes returned to normal. Allen let his hand drop; and lips formed a smile.

“Understood?” Then, after breathing out a sigh, “Good try, though. I would have preferred you didn’t try, but then again, I’m proud of you for wanting to grab such an opportunity.” He waved a hand. “I can forgive it, since you didn’t know.” He smiled again, all closed eyes and innocent. “But now you are warned. Don’t.”

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manadcampbellrpblog‌:

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The Earl was as usual in his grotesque costume, which always had that grin. But he himself was rather visibly confused, this boy in front of him who looked like his enemy just told him he was not the one he knew? “Why should I trust you? It could be a trick” He snapped and behind Allen two Akumas appeared. Actually, he didn’t need the Akumas, he could handle the exozist on his own. But safe is safe.

He tilted his head to the side and thoughtfully put an index finger against his chin, “Prove to me that you’re not the one you look like!” Then he ordered. “How is left to you?

Allen hummed, not surprised, and he did not seem to worry about the Akumas that appeared behind him. However, something that betrayed Allen might be telling the truth, was how his left eye did not change. In fact, there was no red curse, only a normal scar.

“Crown Clown is fine, thank you.” He replied, sighing. The white coat he was wearing fluffed at the collar, shifting, revealing the mask resting there at the collar. There was a scarf coming from it, and the two ends lifted slightly, sharper. Allen scowled and touched the mask with his right hand, brushing fingers gently on the mask. “No, Crown. We are trying to explain here.”

The scarf’s ends lowered, and a smile graced Allen’s features again. “I never said I was not Allen Walker; only that I am not the one you know.” He tapped a finger against his cheek, thoughtful. “I’m from another world, Earl. I am another Allen. As I have said, however, I am not here to fight.”

Allen chuckled, but it was sad, a sigh leaving his lips again. “I’ve had, frankly, enough of wars. And I don’t want to fight you.”

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@manadcampbellrpblog

Something twisted in his chest, to see the familiar suit. He wondered, how much of Mana was in there, if he too suffered like his Mana did. Had he any choice? Any control?

Allen guessed he could see soon, depending how the other would react. So, he allowed a smile to form, no hostility present, but a simple, genuine softness.

“Hello, Earl.” His smile saddened a bit. He wondered how he felt to the Earl, knowing his aura to be similar to Noahs and Innocence both, yet, not at all. He was something different, unique.

“Before you wonder, I am not the Allen Walker you know. I have no wish to fight.”

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@crystallizecrimsonbutterfly

“Lenalee?”

His tone might be questionning, but he could recognize her anywhere. He would recognize any of his friends anywhere. Well... Alternate versions, but unless proven otherwise, he would rather see alternates of his old friends in a positive manner.

Part of him worried about what she would think, were she to learn more about him. He did not intend to pass off as her Allen however, both out of respect; and also because there was no way to do so.

His curse was gone, he was visibly a bit older, in his early twenties, he had a white coat with a familiar mask that did not radiate Innocence energy. It was as if he simply had a white coat, yet the way it shifted, fluffed lightly, betrayed the sentience existing.

Still, Allen waited to see her reaction, what she would say. All he did was smile, small and sheepish, scratching his cheek with a finger.

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ask-cross-marian‌:

Cross had a feeling that this Allen was laughing at him; even if he wasn’t exactly showing it. It didn’t really matter though. He answered his questions and that’s all he really wanted from him.

The young version of Allen’s master put a hand to his chin and thought about it. “Magic and science…” He mumbled, mostly to himself. It wasn’t usually common practice to put them together, but it had happened. He liked both, so he could understand the want to do so.

“Then… Why exactly did you choose to travel? Aren’t you technically lost?” He asked. If Allen had no control over where he ended up, then that technically meant he was lost, right?

Something softer warmed Allen’s heart, yet also saddened him. How long had it been, since he had been able to see Cross wonder about things? There had been Cross the master, but once Allen remembered, he knew his Cross had sadness, had suffered from all the losses.

To see this Cross here, still without the darkness that came later, when it all went wrong... Allen wanted to protect him.

A gentle laugh escaped him. Wow, it had ben a while since he could laugh like this, and smile this genuinely. “I guess I am lost, since my destination was not purposeful.” Something sadder crossed his expression. “I guess I missed a bit seeing people live.”

He would not say, I hoped to see people I knew. I’m glad to see you.

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Cross jumped slightly when the Bennett lookalike started to speak. He wasn’t sure why he jumped really. He probably should have expected it. He gave a small nod at the question and slowly got up on his feet, dusting himself off. “Allen?” He gave the stranger a look. So he not only looked like Bennett, but they had the same first name? That was strange… “That’s… a coincidence…”

As this Allen continued to explain, his gaze flickered over to the golden golem. Timcanpy was already made because this kid was from an alternate timeline? He could actually believe that. Maybe some people couldn’t, but if magic and demons were real, then why not this?

“I… see.” He mumbled. Why was he here then? That was the question. He looked between Allen and the golden golem, took in their full appearances. He got a few clues as to who or what this guy was, but the biggest question was still unsolved.

“If you’re from an alternate timeline, then why are you here? Is it by pure accident? Did you have a purpose coming here, or were you forced? How did you get here in the first place? Magic? Science? By other means?”

Allen could see Cross jump lightly, and he could share the feeling honestly. A certain someone would have a blast next time Allen would sleep and find the dream. Or be horrified. Depends what would be similar or not.

He also did not miss the strange look, and he knew then, that this Bennet might just be called Allen too. That he might just be this world’s “Allen”, but of course, Allen knew they wouldn’t be the same.

Timcanpy fluttered around them both, Allen glancing at him before looking back at Cross, blinking at the questions. The many questions. A little laugh left him, and then he grinned.

“I chose to travel dimension, but I didn’t control where I went, or at least not this time. I can go anywhere I’ve been to or that I know of, and in this case, I can just chose to go in another timeline, which one is pure luck though.” He paused, now smirking. “Let’s say it’s a magical but maybe a little scientific. But mostly magical. I think.”

[lostrecordsofwhite]

That’s it. That’s his only reaction. Is he mad at me for forgetting the askbox? Is he pouting at everyone else? Who knows.

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I had forgotten to switch on askbox and submitbox. I am silly.

Now it’s open though obviously

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ask-cross-marian:

Cross sighed lightly to himself. He had wandered off from the Campbell mansion, not wanting to talk to his… friends? He wasn’t entirely sure what to call them. They were nice and all, but he didn’t spend time with them unless they came to him first. He had his reasons for that. Could he really call them friends at this point. 

Thus he was wandering around in the nearby forest. He could have kept to the wheat fields, but he’d wanted a change of scenery. He sighed again and picked up a stick from the ground. “Ah, how do you even act around friends?” He said to himself, not having noticed that he no longer was alone.

It was the sound of wings flapping that had the redhead turn. He got a flash of a human and lifted the stick to defend himself, but he had no time to speak as something golden suddenly hit him in the face. It had him staggering back and he tripped over his own feet and fell with a small yelp.

The golden ball attached to his face seemed really happy about seeing him for some reason and Cross couldn’t help but feel like he knew him from somewhere. It wasn’t until the ball was pulled from his face and he could see it properly that he recognized it.

“W-wait a minute! How…? I’ve… I’ve designed exactly this, but… but it’s not done yet. How is it..?” He stuttered. It was even called Timcanpy? Just like the golem he had designed? He felt confused. How could something he had yet to finish be flying around? Had someone else touched it while he was out?

Ruby eyes turned towards the human that had pulled the golem off of him. His eyes widened in surprise and confusion. “Be-Bennett?” He asked slowly. Bennett didn’t have white hair though. This really did look like him, except the clothes were very different from what his friend would wear.

So this Cross had designed Timcanpy, but hadn’t created him yet? Now how was he going to explain this... Well, Allen wasn’t against telling the truth. Not that he would spill it all; but it wasn’t as if he had anything to hide. Or maybe... Maybe Allen felt thrown off enough, that for now, he didn’t want to burden this Cross with a certain fact.

Namely, having been the apprentice of Cross Marian. This one didn’t even have Innocence yet, did he? And not only was he younger, but oh hell, he wore no mask and no beard.

A smile formed on his lips, though Allen showed light confusion at the name used. He could only guess it might be the name of the, ah, body he had, back before it all went downhill. Unless this Bennet was already a white haired.

However, the confusion told Allen that Cross knew this white haired wasn’t Bennet. So, there had to be differences, he guessed.

“I guess I look like someone you know?” Allen chuckled, though he nipped at his bottom lip. “My name’s Allen, though.” And he would observe, pick up, if Cross knew this name. Who knew if this dimension was different or not, in its events. “I’ll be frank; I’m not from your world. You could say I’m kind of from an alternate future... Which is why Timcanpy is finalized.”

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@ask-cross-marian

Allen had known that the other dimensions his gates could open to, would not have certain events happen. However, he had been more used to gates that led to what he would call, his time at the Order. Or running from it. But up until now, he had never landed before.

I have outdone myself. I have very much outdone myself.

Because there was no doubts in his mind, that the young man-the teen-he could see was Cross. A teenage Cross Marian. It felt so strange, so different; and yet, as much as logic told him that maybe, leaving before being seen might be better...

How could Allen walk away from the second man he had ever considered a father?

Except this Cross was younger than Allen, and he could tell he was not the only one thrown off by this. No, they were all yearning to step closer, to see the man again, but how to feel?

But while Allen’s body was frozen on the spot, there was one who didn’t stay put. Timcanpy darfted off, and it took a blink, then two, before Allen called out, “Oh hell-Tim!”

Allen moved, rushing after the golem. But already too late, said golem had pretty much glomped Cross’ face, little paws keeping Timcanpy over the man’s face with the tail wagged incredibly fast. And Allen couldn’t blame Timcanpy, after all, the golem too had loved Cross.

Still, when Allen reached the two, he immediately grabbed Timcanpy between his gloved hands, metalic silver claws-almost like fingers-gently prying him off, while in a soft voice he scolded, “Timcanpy, come on.”

Happy sounds turned into complaints, yet Timcanpy obeyed, letting himself be taken off. Then, he stayed on one of Allen’s hand, munching on a finger. It made Allen chuckle, and then, hesitant silver eyes went on Cross again.

“Uh-hello. Sorry about that.” Had this Cross already created Timcanpy? If yes, Allen felt like he would know soon.