[oletuswriter]

AHHH I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH!! ur so good at the characters and just flowni general RAHHH thank you for feeding us!!! I would request something but I have so many thoughts floating around my head so I'll have to actually request when I narrow it down to one...but still thank you for this incredible blog !!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I’m glad you like it!! 💖 Do leave some requests when you feel like it!!! :)

[oletuswriter]

THIS IS LITERALLY SO GOOD?? do you take anons?? If so,, I'd love to be 🥩 anon!!! Your writing is lovely and they are all so in character...gonna scream and cry and throw up.

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AAAAAW 😭 This is so sweet!! Thank you!!! And yes, I do take anons 💞

[oletuswriter]

pls pls pls pls im so inlove with the aom men make out blurbs it had me going feral bouncing off the walls crazy, but pls pls pls do the women version pls i want alice and melly so bad if you give yuri my life is yours

੭⠀She can’t bring herself to care about etiquette when she is starved for touch and attention.

⋆⠀FEATURING: Alice DeRoss ‘Journalist’, Melly Plinius ‘Entomologist’.

⋆⠀WARNING: This post contain suggestive content. Female!Reader. May contain spoilers of Ashes of Memory.

You never imagined yourself accepting the invitation written in that letter, much less getting so close and intimate with someone to the point of dating them — after all, getting a girlfriend in that… situation was unexpected. But even more surprising was how starved for touch your girlfriend was.

୨୧⠀⠀ALICE DEROSS,⠀Journalist.

Alice’s restlessness was nearly impossible not to notice — even the most inattentive person would have realized how, that week, she couldn’t seem to focus on anything. Her fingers were always fidgeting, and her lower lip was constantly caught between her teeth.

She was in the living room, Orpheus sitting on the sofa, reading one of his own books, while she stared at the piano. “You seem rather absent from this world, Miss Journalist.” the novelist remarked, his eyes never leaving the pages. But when he heard the door open, he looked up.

A short, low chuckle escaped his lips as he saw Alice almost immediately stand up the moment she saw you enter the room. He did the same, giving you a brief nod before walking toward the door. “I believe I left my notebook in my room. Excuse me.”

The journalist was speechless — something that happened often when she looked at your face. You returned her smile. “I’m fairly certain Mr. Orpheus knows about us.”

“Well, he enjoys a bit of drama and romance...” Alice blinked, surprised by the firmness in your tone. You took a step forward.

One of her hands rested on the piano, while the other reached up to touch your cheek. Her breathing was heavy — not with fear, but with anticipation. Her lips brushed against yours, her eyes closed, while yours widened in surprise at her sudden boldness, so unlike her usual shyness.

When you parted, she lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed, yet a small smile on her lips. “Would you mind if I visited your room tonight?”

୨୧⠀⠀MELLY PLINIUS,⠀Entomologist.

You were in your room, rummaging through every cabinet, piece of furniture, and object in sight, searching for an old notebook — your travel companion ever since you’d arrived at the manor. You could’ve sworn you hadn’t taken it out of the room, but after checking so many places and still coming up empty-handed, you were beginning to think your own mind was playing tricks on you.

You left the room, a bit irritated with yourself, hoping to run into the butler — maybe he had found the notebook while cleaning. Yet even the old man hadn’t seen the elusive bundle of pages.

“I’m terribly sorry, miss, but I don’t recall finding anything of the sort,” he said. “I’ll be sure to let you know if I come across it.”

With that, he excused himself and left. Melly cleared her throat — you’d entered so preoccupied with your missing item that you hadn’t even greeted her. You opened your mouth to speak, but the entomologist cut you off. “Why don’t we check the greenhouse? You spend quite a bit of time there too, after all.”

Oblivious to the thoughts circling in the brunette’s mind, you followed her. She opened the door, gesturing for you to go in first — and you did. She didn’t wait for you to turn around; with a soft kick, the door shut behind you, followed by the distinct sound of keys.

You looked at the entomologist in mild surprise, but Melly ignored it, removing her hat and the veil that covered her face, tossing them onto the table — the same table she pushed you onto seconds later. Parting your legs, she stepped between them, feeling the light pressure of your thighs against her waist. “Melly, the others—”

Your warning was cut short, a startled gasp escaping your throat as her lips met your neck. “I’m used to being the center of attention,” she murmured. “One more spectator won’t stop me.”

[valerchnotok]

After a while, he stopped taking off his gas mask... and start to hide his face

[oletuswriter]

Lia (if it's okay to call you this way) I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH. Your blog it's already my comfort blog BECAUSE YOUR VISION ON THE CHARACTERS FEELS SO ALIVE & DEEP? I don't really know how to explain but I love it <3 When will there be more posts? I'm already on my knees (and praying for some Alva, Norton and Antonio content) 😔

Alsoo, saw this template and I immediately remembered your blog help

THE IMAGE, HELP. Thank you! I plan to post after the new year, and there is also a request for Antonio so some of your prayers worked 😚

[oletuswriter]

the utter heartbreak i felt when i reached the end of your blog 😭 i binged all of your works and at what cost…..

i love your writing so much <3 your blog design is super pretty too !!!! i’m looking forward to future works ! ^o^

AW, thank you! Your message made my day 😭 I will be posting more soon, I hope my writing remains enjoyable 🫶🏻

[oletuswriter]

im so embarassed of sending asks but I LOVED YOUR LAST POST. Idk what to say, but could you do character analysis? If you only write as x reader it could be relationship hc or analisys of how they act w reader JUST DO YOUR MAGIC 💗💗💗💗

੭⠀ A deeper look into the relationship.

⋆⠀AUTHOR’S NOTES: I’m not sure if this is exactly what you wanted or which character you had in mind, but here it is! If it’s not quite what you had in mind, feel free to send another ask. By the way, to the people who sent requests,thank you! I’ll be posting soon, I just need a little time to write 🫶🏻

⋆⠀FEATURING: Frederick Kreiburg 'Composer'.

⋆⠀WARNING: This post contain spoilers of Ashes of Memory and Frederick’s backstory.

The room was silent. Frederick stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the faint glow of moonlight. He didn’t look at you when he spoke. “I never planned on letting anyone get this close.” His fingers tapped idly against the windowsill, a subtle betrayal of his nerves. “But now… I can’t imagine leaving without you.” He finally turned, his eyes meeting yours. “Tell me you’ll come with me. That this—whatever this is—wasn’t a mistake.”

⋆⠀Frederick grew up carrying more burdens than he could handle. His father’s rejection, combined with his disorder, instilled in him a constant need to distance himself from others to feel “safe.” The disappointment of realizing he didn’t inherit the natural talent that ran in his family’s veins didn’t help either, and his paranoia only worsened over time.

⋆⠀His perception of the people around him is always the same—neutral, if he even cares enough about them to give them any space in his mind. So, when you were introduced, Frederick was polite and brief, treating you just like anyone else who had entered the manor.

⋆⠀His thoughts about you only began to change after you confronted Orpheus for overstepping into matters that were none of his business. At first, Frederick assumed you were just a people pleaser trying to lower his guard. However, later that same day, he overheard you chatting with Alice and Melly once again, telling them about how you were against being so impolite and disrespectful.

⋆⠀The closeness between you two didn’t happen overnight, but small gestures and actions here and there gradually allowed you both to feel at ease in each other’s presence. He listened to you, engaged in normal conversations, and stopped giving short replies just to end the discussion. He even waited for you to arrive at the table before starting to eat. For others, it was surprising to see Frederick interacting without being defensive, though they simply assumed it was a budding friendship.

⋆⠀In the beginning, that’s all it was. Frederick wasn’t exactly thrilled about having someone he could call a friend, but he wasn’t upset about it either. When he realized his feelings were changing, though, he tried to deny them to himself. Yet, seeing how futile that was, he was left with only one option: acceptance.

⋆⠀Being in a relationship with him can be complicated. Even if he trusts you, he’s unlikely to let you know much about his past—unless it directly affects your relationship. The thought of you abandoning him is something he cannot bear, and he is willing to do anything to prevent that, from killing to opening up about some past traumas.

⋆⠀Frederick’s paranoia is no secret. He feels not only jealousy but also a deep-seated anger toward anyone who dares to take your attention away from him. He firmly believes that people have ill intentions when they approach you and wants you to believe that as well. And if you dismiss it? Oh, God, either he’ll manipulate you with tears, or he’ll accuse you of betraying him.

⋆⠀If you ever get upset with him, he’ll send romantic letters, dedicate songs to you, and do things straight out of a romance novel. Part of these actions can be a sincere apology; the rest, although, can also be just an attempt to make you forget whatever mistake he made.

⋆⠀Above all, once you agree to be his partner, Frederick will include you in his plans for life after leaving the manor. Even if he doesn’t fully explain what those plans entail, one thing is certain—leaving you behind is not an option for him.

[oletuswriter]

I want to change this blog theme 😭 I want a more dark theme but at the same time i feel bad about changing it. 🥲 I need serious help.

[entomologistt]

Where do they keep a picture of you?

Featuring: Alice DeRoss, Frederick Kreiburg, Melly Plinius, Orpheus DeRoss, and Norton Campbell (separate headcanons)

Ento note: Basically ashes of memory gang, yeah. I love them. I wrote this on the verge of passing out... First written post too!! ^^ Gender neutral reader!!!

Alice DeRoss

Goodness, she has so many pictures of you! All taken with the camera she always has with her. Where does she keep them? She definitely has a whole scrapbook dedicated to pictures of you and the two of you together! With dates and notes.

But on her person, she keeps a special picture of you in her purse to carry wherever she goes. When she has the time to herself, she often takes it out to admire you, a fond smile on her face.

It’s one where she caught you off guard during one of your dates. She thinks it really captured your natural radiance, your most natural, most prettiest smile without being encouraged by the camera… Which is why it’s her favourite!

She can’t wait to capture more of you!

Frederick Kreiburg

Frederick is considered a paranoid person, and although you may not be a secret, he doesn’t want you dragged into his problems. But he definitely has a picture of you on his person. It’s kept safely in a secret compartment of his coat; it can only be accessed by him.

So when he gets into that spiralling state, when none of his musical compositions sound or look right, a sea of crumbled papers surrounding his space— yeah, he needs something to get him out of there. So that’s with his tuning fork, the echoing soundwaves clearing his thoughts, silencing those “ghosts” …

And looking at the picture of you, the one he keeps so dear. It inspires him, the captured feelings he has for you eventually turned into beautiful piano symphonies.

You are his muse, after all.

Melly Plinius

Melly keeps you in her hat. She likes you, and she likes hats, so it’s the perfect combination. Her two favourite things in one, how lovely. In that little space inside with the stitches, so it's basically kept as snug as a bug.

It’s a picture of you on a picnic you’d set up for the two of you, a surprise from you when you tagged along on one of her entomological studies. Out of all the insect and flower pictures taken on that camera, the picture of you had to be the best, her lovebug.

However, she doesn’t always carry it—only when she travels. When she’s not, she puts it in a frame or somewhere it can be protected. She doesn’t want to lose it, it’s her favourite.

She deeply appreciates you and your sweetness.

Orpheus DeRoss

Orpheus wouldn’t keep you on his person. No, he has to keep you a secret; he has to be careful. But you are his darling lover; he has to have at least one, so he keeps your picture hidden away in a journal. Like a bookmark.

In fact, this journal is filled with a bunch of writings or poems about you. It’s all dedicated to you, all the thoughts of you he has written down while away from you. He misses you.

Maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll give and show it to you… When the time is right.

He’s running out of pages to spill his heart on.

Norton Campbell

There are two places Norton might keep your picture. Like Melly, somewhere on his mining hat, or simply in his pocket. He doesn’t have the luxury of being fancy with it. Wherever it is, he treats it like it’s the last thing he has of you, so it's definitely treasured.

So when it slips out onto the ground, he’s quick to chase and grab it before they can. He can handle the teasing and remarks of his cruel co-workers, he doesn’t care, as long as he still has that picture of you in his possession.

It’s you that keeps him going, along with… other things. He has his own goals, yes, but is it so bad to want light in the darkness of this hellhole?

You make him believe that kindness still exists.

[oletuswriter]

੭⠀It had been a long time since he had felt your lips against his, and he was starving. Or, well, blurbs of a make out session.

⋆⠀FEATURING: Frederick Kreiburg 'Composer', Norton Campbell 'Prospector', Orpheus 'Novelist'.

⋆⠀WARNING: This post contain suggestive content. Frederick behaving like a red flag. Gender neutral!Reader. May contain spoilers of Ashes of Memory.

You were walking through the stable, trying to distract yourself from your boyfriend's indecent and insistent touches under the table during breakfast. You weren’t even sure if you were allowed to wander around that part of the manor, but at no point did you consider turning back and going inside those suffocating walls.

୨୧⠀⠀FREDERICK KREIBURG,⠀Composer.

"How much longer do you plan to avoid me?" a voice asked behind you. Turning around, you saw Frederick leaning against the doorframe, his eyes watching your every move, barely blinking.

You stayed silent for a few seconds. "You told me it was better if no one knew about our relationship." He took a few steps toward you, his usual serious expression on his face—except for a slight pout. "You really are confusing, Mr. Kreiburg."

"It's Frederick to you, and you know it." He grabbed your chin, preventing you from moving—not that you would, anyway. "You seemed quite happy while talking to that novelist."

You blinked, and a genuine smile formed on your lips. As if reading your thoughts, he frowned. "It's not jealousy. It's about you preferring someone else's company over your partner's."

He didn’t wait for a response, his hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer, his lips crashing against yours in an almost desperate kiss. You stumbled slightly, but his hands held you firmly in place.

When you finally broke apart, after what felt like hours, to catch your breath, he didn’t stop. Instead, his lips trailed to your neck, nibbling at your skin.

"Visit my room tonight…" you managed to murmur, fighting the soft moans threatening to escape. Frederick paused for a second.

"No," he said, pulling back to look at you. "We’ll… talk here, though I won’t refuse your invitation for later." The composer tilted your chin up, giving you one last kiss, unsurprisingly far from gentle. "Now, don’t act like you don’t know what I want you to do. We have plenty of time and privacy without your "friends" around." he said.

୨୧⠀⠀NORTON CAMPBELL,⠀Prospector.

As soon as your feet touched the grass again, you were pulled back into the stable. Your eyes widened, teeth ready to sink into the hand covering your mouth—until your memory recognized the gloves.

When you stopped struggling against his grip, your boyfriend turned you around, his hands now holding your waist. His sulking scowl softened into a sly smirk when he noticed how startled you were. Before you could scold him, he pressed his lips to yours, pushing you against the wall.

"Hush, now. That stupid scientist is stealing all the attention that should be mine." he muttered against the kiss, his leg slipping between yours and spreading them apart.

"She’s an entomologist," you corrected him, gripping his shoulders. You swore with every passing second that you would push him away, but your body refused to obey. That is, until his hands left your waist and moved to your zipper.

"Enough." Your chest heaved as you fought to catch your breath. "You’ve had your fill, haven’t you?"

Norton grumbled, resting his head on your shoulder and giving your neck a light bite. "I don’t understand why we can’t just act like a couple." You stroked his hair in a small gesture of comfort. "Let’s just get the money and leave this place, go to some place where I can actually fuck you whenever I want, without having to wait for the time those idiots to get distracted."

୨୧⠀⠀ORPHEUS,⠀Novelist.

You were just passing through the stable, checking its condition, when you were suddenly pulled into one of the stalls. Orpheus didn’t even give you time to process what was happening before kissing you without hesitation.

His arm wrapped around your waist, while his other hand cupped your chin. You couldn’t bring yourself to break the kiss, let alone resist, your own arms encircling his neck and pulling him closer.

Pausing the kiss, he smiled. "I missed your lips." His face then leaned into the crook of your neck, burying itself there and taking in your scent. He began trailing kisses down your neck, drawing a soft sigh from you.

His arms pulled you closer, gently lifting you slightly to bring you closer to his height, resuming the kiss. It grew rougher and more passionate with each passing second.

His hands slid up to your shirt, undoing two buttons before you caught his wrist, giving him a teasing smile. “Where are your gentlemanly manners, hm? Aren’t you going to recite poetry in my ear first?”

“Haven’t we moved past that stage?” he asked, sucking the skin on your neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Besides, it’s been so long since I’ve had some quality time with my beloved. Are you really going to blame a man for loving?”

You laughed at his silly and cheesy excuse, your eyes following him as he knelt down and removed his monocle. “May I?” he asked with a smile.

[oletuswriter]

੭⠀HOW THEY ACT IN A MATCH WITH YOU.

⋆⠀Featuring: Norton Campbell 'Prospector', Luchino Diruse 'Professor'.

⋆⠀I personally like to write about the lore universe, but please accept this humble blurb as my debut. :')

୨୧⠀⠀NORTON CAMPBELL,⠀Prospector.

If you’re already close enough, I’m sorry, but he’s paranoid. From the moment you sit next to him at the table before the match, your free will is no longer yours. Norton will, without a doubt, defend you from start to finish and do everything in his power to ensure that the two of you leave through the gate or the dungeon—not flying through the skies.

It’s a bit overwhelming how he refuses to let you out of his sight. You’re not allowed to kite, retreat, or even check when you hear a noise. You’ll stay put, decoding, and if the hunter shows up, tough luck for them. They’ll definitely end up running into a wall before they even touch you.

୨୧⠀⠀LUCHINO DIRUSE,⠀Professor.

He’s a demon in your life. Yes, most of the time he helps you and always prioritizes you—which causes some disagreements with the other teammates when he ignores them and ruins a win just to assist you. But that doesn’t mean he’s exactly... normal as a partner.

While others would prefer their partners to stay safe and not get selected for matches, Luchino is the opposite. He’s the first to hope you’re called too whenever he’s forced into a match because you make it fun. He loves catching you off guard, whether you're distracted or focused on a cipher, sneaking up on tiptoes just to scare you, or pulling you into a locker to watch you squirm over how close the two of you end up.