“ Nested with sin I sleep at the couch.
I sneakily enter the room with a mirror.
To free myself from it.“ independent, private & selective writing blog for Yi Sang from Limbus Company
a private & selective role play writing blog for an entirely headcanon based yi sang from limbus company.
established in twenty twenty - five. as mirrored by Z. gmt . very sporadic activity,
30. minors dni. trigger warnings: death, violence, de-personalization, heavy gore & other triggers associated with the game. || personal blogs do not interact
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game id: O612545976 | status: semi-hiatus (slow replies | mental health & work)
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credit: song (lucythelunchbox) . illustration & icon (kenko-lc) . icon base (lumoire)
general rules
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this is a rp blog which I'm doing as a hobby. my activity will be sporadic as I have a job and can't always be online. still I won't mind if i get reminders that i owe a reply, as long as they are reminders and not demands. other than that, I am very chill with time, so take your time to enjoy writing and I'll take my time as well. i'll only interact with mutuals on this blog so if you wish to interact give me a follow, and if i follow back feel free to hit me up or I'll message you. if I don't follow back within a month you can assume I am not interested as I will probably soft block you so you don't keep the follow. this might be for several reasons but it's most likely that I don't feel I have a muse for you at the moment. Do not try to refollow! That will just result in hard block. if you block me i block back and carry on no hard hard feelings, no questions asked.
standard DNI- Do not follow me if you're a minor or a personal blog, you will be blocked. also this is a drama free blog, I am new to the community, I don't have any bad blood with anyone and don't intend to have it either. please be respectful just as I will be respectful to you. don't involve me in drama, I'm too old to care. if you have a problem we can talk it out.
shipping here will be very selective as i don't exactly intend to explore romance with yi sang. that's not to say that i'm not open to the idea but it'll be very dependent on chemistry and overall interactions as well as communication between muns due to me not having much time being around to begin with
I am duplicate friendly as long as we both respect each other. this means no coping each others interpretation of the character, nor graphics. other than that i am chill and you can reach me to discuss ideas on his character and lore. i am open to rp with OC's & other verses if i have knowledge of them
i won't be using icons or text formatting. also i am a lengthy replier but you do not have to match my length, we're here to have fun so lets do that!
pertaining yi sang & portrayal
yisang is a severely depressive person, although he has been improving throughout the game i still tap onto this side of him. especially on his melancholy, inertness and over all suicidal disposition. although it won't be heavily present, if any of this makes you uncomfortable please reconsider following and interacting
rereading this again MAN yisang considers himself obsolete sobs DUDE YOU'RE STILL GOOD but i get it, his greatest accomplishment is now just a thing that everyone and their mother is using at this point and it's not even fully his accomplishment either
but tbf he hasn't done anything outstanding beyond helping faust afterwards so indeed he's no more the shiny new thing in the office...
plus as a sinner he has no need to keep developing anything since mephi is fausts project and he pretty much just aids with input from time to time. i had theorized before on how he's not an inventor and the more i read the more i am convinced of it. he reminisces on creation but it's always through the lenses of others, not through his own. almost like he's reluctant to think of the joys of it and uses it more as a broad personality trait to try to include himself in the inventor club than to actually consider himself an inventor
in canto ix he does this when honheimen offers to give dante the bracelet to simulate taste. it's always my fellows would, never i would, which yes in the past he lived through others to experience this joy
but indeed those are things of the past self and he acknowledges it. so his wording is mostly as someone who, since he feels that he never experienced it, has to speak from what he knows which is living through others. and although he's trying to improve on it he has come to accept that this is him, a person who still doesn't have his own sense of self
i do hc that he's afraid of his own doings given that so far everything he has touched upon has been used nefariously by the city, including the LCB. and since he previously lived to minimize pain, seeing how strong he impacts everything, he probably does think that sitting it out is best at the moment
which is quite funny cause his potential is huge given that a good portion of the strongest i.d's in the game so far are from him. but then in their reality, he's the weakest sinner and the one dragging everyone down to his lvl of sorts lmao
which also OUTIS BEING THE SECOND STRONGEST SINNER...WOMAN WHAT DO YOU EAT TO BE BEHIND A BLOODFIEND i can't wait for her canto she's such a mystery
also this has probably been talked about in the fandom before but i do like that yisang and faust are essentially the two sides of the brain with yisang being the right and faust the left. contrasting complements that make a whole genius, maybe that's why faust needed yisang to help her with mephistopheles since he fills out a side that she and the gesellschaft don't consider important and actually finalizes and stabilizes the final product (like he did with the mirror)
i really appreciate the events renewal cause rereading them post the cantos they predate is always so fascinating the amount of mini hints that were there and how the sinners deal with each other post them
i am alive just very very busy and honestly my interests are elsewhere rn i haven't finished canto ix either
i do miss this guy but these next few weeks are gonna be a doozy and i'm also gonna see family during my free time so i'll see when i can be around without any promises tho
i had started drafting this in november but damn third id where yisang has "wings" in verses where he isn't free at all . when i can form solid thoughts i'll finish the post but nice to see that it's aligning right with the idea i have of him
OK i think i got all the asks i missed from january and december if i sent something and i did not give a like yet let me know i'm picking everything up to read up and prepare for drafts
That touch of his ought not to be permitted, yet it is. Even as her hands are clenched in tight, furious fists. Even as her breath barely begins to calm and even out, even as her vision blurs further. Everything he presents, every possibility... it has already been considered. That weak little girl who once cried herself to sleep, begging deaf and indifferent Gods to bring them back, is no more. Ana-Maria Lupu died, in metaphor, strangled by the hands of Mya Payne. It has all been accounted for.
"I've long made my decision," the redhead repeats, gray-like storm eyes boring into Yisang's, "And, I'm already broken into a million of bleeding fragments." She shakes her head. "You can't change anything, you can't make me reconsider. How could I sleep in peace, knowing my family's murderers are out there? Living without consequence? Without knowing the gravity of their crimes?"
Her gaze is hollow, as everything is in the aftermath of a terrible burning. "It takes a monster to kill a monster, no?" Mya says on, "If I have to obliterate myself to do that, well, what makes you think the process hasn't already started? What makes you think I haven't killed so many parts of myself to come this close to fulfilling my ambition?"
A mirthless laugh escapes her. "Satisfied?" the fiery thing huffs, "There's nothing in this world that will ever properly satisfy me. If they can't be brought back to me, then, it won't save those responsible, either. I won't rest until I have their blood as payment. And if you try and stand in my path, I won't be merciful or gentle or kind, do you understand me?!"
His hand finds perch upon her arm and it stays there, grounding, rooting her in place, restraining that will. Their gazes meet but it is too late, even as Mya tries to hide, what remains of her is evident. Such is a consequence of fire, the ashes it leaves rarely conceal, a mere memento of what once was, something that could not be restored.
"Peace is not earned, nor is it given." To think she'll be free once her hands are soiled, such naivete would be akin to that of a child. And yet, so many cling to it in the name of justice. As if life can be repaid. He sighs, muted and heavy. It's hard to stay indifferent in the face of such devotion, countless have been the scenes where he was witness to these very bursts. All end the same way. Extinguished, not even an ember left to remind of their existence and journey. In the end they meet those they avenge, and fade with them into oblivion.
"There are no monsters, only humans." His cheek no longer stings, yet the impression is there all the same. In a world where mankind's fears are made real, brought upon by each other, it's hard to fault the atrocities on anything other than humanity. To pillage, to kill, to maim, such is the nature of man. "You think so highly of them you'd reduce yourself to squander just to uproot them."
He has seen this before has he not? A feeling of deja vu as he utters those words, but the memories are jumbled, fogged. Her mirthless laugh further weights between them.
"...And yet." It's said plainly, as if stating an unavoidable truth. "You stay still all the same. Even you know, deep down, that it is not worth it."
