aa hello there! it’s been quite awhile since i’ve introduced myself, ouu…
since i’ve started actually writing, i figured it was about time to do an update! below the cut has some silly little links to my work if you’re interested. please read my guidelines before requesting (´∀｀=)
request status : open!
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blossom encyclopedia ; about me
a guide to the garden ; masterlists
silent princesses (legend of zelda)
lunar tears (automata/replicant)
blue snapdragons (lies of p)
purple hyacinths (identity v)
wildflowers (miscellaneous)
please be mindful of the flowers! ; my guidelines
i will not write explicit material and other things of that nature. please don’t ask about it
i tend to have a female reader in mind when i write, as i am a woman, but unless specified all requests will be gender neutral! i also don’t feel confident enough to write male readers, i’m so sorry :,,)
i will write fluffy things!! domestic prompts, friends to lovers, all that stuff. i adore the softness
while i do love fluff, i’m comfortable with writing angst and slightly heavier topics as well! things like death, grief, unrequited love, etc etc are totally fine
as a warning, i’m quite slow when it comes to posting content,, i do apologize in advance if it takes me awhile to get to your request, but i truly appreciate your patience!
this list is subject to change, so check in every so often! i’ll add or remove things as i become more settled in my online space here. if you’re unsure if your request is something i’ll write, you can always ask <3
my favorite blooms ; dearest friends
@definitelynotaurora is an incredibly talented artist and singer !! i’m their number one fan <33
@scarletmika writes beautifully! if you’re into the mcu or just lewis pullman, give her a follow
I’m the anon who asked for prophet of yore and OMG YESSSSSSS YESSSS!!!
HELLO LOVELY! i’m so so glad you liked it! that was my first ever ‘proper’ fanfic, so i was a little nervous when posting lol. i’m happy you enjoyed reading <3
am i exposing myself with this,,? probably. i’m so sorry for constantly posting seer content, i just really really like him huwhdhsj,, also shout out to that one anon who asked about prophet of yore awhile back. i told you i had something cooking <3
before you read !! : very very unhealthy relationship dynamic, heavy religious themes (kind of cult-ish…? (eli is lowk losing it after breaking his oath)), this might not make any sense but we ball, psychological horror i think, this probably counts as yandere(?)
if any of these things bother you, please feel free to scroll! take care of yourself first and foremost <3
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“beautiful…”
it’s odd for the once illustrious prophet of yore to be kneeling before anyone but his deity. the glittering, gossamer robes he wears were never meant to touch the ground, and yet here he is, cradling your foot as he washes away the caked dirt from your skin
you sit upon a pale throne decorated with wilting flowers whose petals are covered in ash. everything is wilting, actually. the wind carries the faint scent of rotting wood, trees without leaves dotting around the once luscious forest. they’re all hollow and contorted now that the god of this land has forsaken it
the seer’s fingertips are feather light as he brushes the warm washcloth over an ugly purple and green. his ministrations are gentle, almost painfully so. still, you can’t help the involuntary jolt that nearly smashes your knee into his nose when he ghosts over the worst of your bruising
“does the ache still linger, dear one?”
the sheer audacity of the question almost has your face shriveling into an unpleasant sneer. of course it does—you fell in such a way that has rendered walking impossible. even hours after he found and ‘rescued’ you at the bottom of that ditch, it’s still all swollen and ugly. the pain is just enough that you have a sneaking suspicion that something is broken
you don’t answer him verbally, still bitter as the most you extend him is a stiff nod. he knew you would try to run—of course he did. despite falling out of favor with his patron and losing much of his divine foresight, he still seems to know what you’re going to do before you even do it. whether he likes what he sees or not, you can never tell. he forever looks at you with the same reverent gaze regardless
not knowing is terrifying, especially when it comes to him
the silence soon stretches thin. he continues tending to you with the upmost softness, lowering the cloth into the wooden bin a final time after he finishes. he seems pleased with his work as he leans back to examine your cleaned injury, nodding to himself
“there… much better,” he hums, gingerly lifting your foot to press a kiss to the joint. no matter how careful it is, you still wince
despite the fact that his job is now finished, he remains still before you. kneeling, staring upwards in silent admiration as if you were the god that abandoned him. he looks at you with the sort of reverence that makes your stomach turn. he shouldn’t look at you like that
your fingers curl into the unfamiliar fabric of the white dress he had insisted you wear. it’s soft and delicate and not at all fitting for someone as inconsequential as you. you are not the holy maiden he insists you are
he shouldn’t look at you like that
the weight of his gaze always feels like a physical thing pressing against your shoulders. the prophet worships you, but you’re no better than an animal caught in a foothold trap. he is the metal jaws and you are left to die in between them
your bottom lip trembles at the thought. is this truly the fate the universe has given you? to be stuck here, sitting helplessly in the open palm of his hand? the bitterness that had been slowly bubbling over in your gut suddenly seems to oxidize into something more akin to despair
“…i want to go home,” is all you manage to choke out, hanging your head forward. you’re acutely aware of the way he watches you, which only makes the growing sense of humiliation worse. shame claws its way up your spine, burning your face red
there is a pause. he hums in acknowledgment, but he never really hears you
“my lovely star, this is your home”
he says it so sweetly, but there’s a hint of finality in the way he emphasizes his words—like he would rather you not ask something like that again. even so, his tone is still soft to a sickening degree, just like the rest of him. you want to vomit, lifting your head to try and swallow down the bile you feel crawling up your throat
it’s just so frustrating. you ball your hands into fists, nails digging crescent shapes into your palms. “i don’t understand—“ you start, but your voice immediately betrays you. you waver, your breath catching as his eyes (unsettling, inhuman ones that should never be open) flicker over yours. you try not to meet them, lest he rummage around in the depths of your soul
“wh-why do you insist on keeping me here? why me?” the heels of your palms push against the arms of the throne, spine pressing against the back. you try and put as much distance between the two of you as you could possibly manage, given that he’s now beginning to lean over your legs
“you made me fall when i was—you won’t even let me leave, you…!” unfortunately, you don’t get very far into your rant. the longer you speak, the more you seem to spiral. a wet, pathetic sound interrupts you before you can even properly air out your grievances, panting as you furiously tug at the jewelry wrapped around your neck
you hate him. you hate him more than you’ve ever hated anything in your life. you want to kick and thrash and scream and set fire to this entire accursed forest so you never have to see him ever—
your thoughts are interrupted by the sudden feeling of warmth hovering close to your jaw. the prophet is standing in front of you now, his hands reaching to cup your face in tender gesture. the petals that bloom from the center of his palms brush against your cheeks, the pads of his thumbs sweeping away your tears
your anger contrasted with the way he so lovingly handles you is enough emotional whiplash in itself. so much so that it leaves you briefly stunned, allowing him to tilt your head upwards without resistance. he smiles, and it almost makes you forget that you are a prisoner in his deluded, decaying dream
“oh, my heart…” he cradles your face, his expression shifting as his eyebrows tilt upwards. something like pity is written all over his face, and you’re too disoriented to snap at him for it
“it all must be terribly confusing, i know,” he soothes. “but you need not concern yourself with such things. the… depths of my feelings.” he trails off slightly at the sorry excuse for an explanation. you swear you catch a slight flush of pink across his cheeks
you aren’t satisfied with his answer, obviously, but he doesn’t bother to continue. vague as always
eventually, you somehow manage to find your bearings. you hiccup, twisting and turning your head (in an admittedly pathetic effort) to try and shake him off. even now at your most vulnerable, you still try and pull away
your heart lurches in panic when you feel his fingers twitch around you. it’s subtle, but his hold tightens ever so slightly around your jaw. not to hurt—never to hurt. he would sooner cut off his own hands than ever raise them against you. the slight flex is just so you understand that he means it. that’s all
“…are you frightened?” he murmurs curiously, lowering himself closer. at this distance, you can feel his breath fan softly across your skin, your eyes wide and glued to the abyss that lies behind his own
he doesn’t pull back. he doesn’t even blink
“it seems you still need time to adjust…” after a beat, he finally releases you. a gasp of air you didn’t realize you were holding follows as soon as he allows his hands to fall. “that’s alright. we have all the time in the world now, after all”
he sinks back onto his knees, slowly shifting to lay his head on your lap as you feel his arms curl loosely around your torso
“yes…“ he sighs dreamily. his veil pools over your legs like starlight. “all the time in the world with you…”
somewhere far beyond the heart of the forest, the cracking and splintering of roots is heard. thick bark seals off your final exit, intertwining just like his fingers at the base of your spine
Broo I haven't seen you for so long, I hope you're alive 🫂💔
hii dear! i’m alive and well, don’t worry <3 i’m just really bad at posting consistently hdhdhsjs 😭😭
i’ve got some requests cooking as well as an actual fanfic in the works.. hopefully i’ll be able to actually lock in and finish them some time this week !
uuhm, so this isn’t really anything important but…,,
i was kinda playing around with the room camera to get some reference photos for finsen! since i’ve been wanting to draw him and and and
he has a roman nose !! and what looks to be really light freckles on his model—!! honestly i can’t tell if they’re supposed to be freckles or just grime since art of him doesn’t have it but hdjdhdjd i’m sorry i just really really love the little details he has he’s cute,,
Aug!! I really love your hc’s I hope u don’t mind me asking but do you have any general hc’s for Naib Subedar?? 👀
blood-kissed knuckles ; naib subedar hcs
hi hi! thank you so much for your request, you guys are all so sweet ueeueue…,, i love naib mercenary subedar very much, so i’m more than happy to write for him! hopefully i did him justice <3
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naib is a rather simple man. it doesn’t take much for him to be content—he isn’t picky. as long as he has food in his stomach and a warm place to sleep, he won’t complain
however, just because he isn’t difficult to satisfy doesn’t mean he won’t dream of more. maybe a quiet life is out of reach for someone like him, but one day he’d like to settle down somewhere far away where no one knows his name
this should come as no surprise, but the mercenary is quite blunt. he’s not the type to beat around the bush or mince his words, so some of the things he says can come off as a little insensitive. if you ask for honesty, he’ll give it to you. well, so long as it isn’t anything pertaining to his profession, of course
he’s mastered several practical and survival skills, many of which he’s learnt either from his mother or during his time spent as a soldier. sewing, cooking, first-aid, fire starting—the list goes on. he’s rather self-sufficient! drop him in the middle of nowhere and he’ll be able to manage well enough
while he much prefers to fight with something on his person, he’s proficient in hand-to-hand if he finds himself disarmed. he isn’t afraid of fighting dirty either
eyes, ears, hair—when it comes to his line of work, all of it is on the table. it really doesn’t matter if it’s underhanded or not. after all, there is no honor in killing. he’ll do what he has to do, even if it’s something that he doesn’t exactly want
i mean, he literally stuffed murro’s body into his own boar to hide it (which william later ate a piece of. holy crap netease). he’s well aware of how cruel it was, but it was the best choice for the situation he was in. when it really boils down to it, he places his assignments and his safety above all else
i mentioned this before, but naib is an incredibly light sleeper. he sort of has to be with the things he does as a mercenary
it’s difficult for him to get a full eight hours while he’s not taking a job and almost impossible when he is. if it’s not nightmares shaking him awake, it’s the drop of a pin instead
on the plus side, he can sleep almost anywhere. falling asleep isn’t hard for him, it’s staying that way that’s a battle
i think we all know that he doesn’t like the sound of machinery, but guns are included in those triggers. both bring up rather unpleasant memories—ones he would rather not be reminded of
he’ll grit his teeth and bear it during matches, but he can’t exactly focus too well. don’t even get me started on the first time he heard martha’s flare go off without warning
his cheeks are very soft and pinchable!! look, i don’t care what updates netease does to his model, he will always have a round face and a long nose to me
it’s really quite an endearing contrast given that the rest of him is so rough around the edges. he also definitely looks like a squirrel when eating too fast, sorry i don’t make the rules
big shocker, he’ll eat most foods. there’s very little that he doesn’t like and even less that he won’t at least try, but i think… naib would probably enjoy anything bread or meat based the most
of course, his mother’s cooking takes the top spot, but in general he really likes things that are filling. he builds muscle quickly, but he also loses it just as fast due to his high metabolism. foods that are calorie-rich are always his go-to
i just KNOW bro could destroy an entire baguette in one sitting by himself. no charcuterie board is safe from him !
on a more somber note, the reason why he has several signature dishes is most likely a nod to the way he grew up. the area he was raised in, a small village west of kathmandu, was impoverished and haunted with the aftermath of war. it’s no wonder that food insecurity was a constant struggle
he’s probably eaten much worse things, honestly. naib mentions in his 2023 valentine’s card (yes, i am that much of a lore devourer) that for the first dozen or so years of his life, he would always dream of food. he was constantly in between starvation as a child
one of the things he hates most in this world is when people waste food. no matter what, if something is given to him, he will eat it all. it doesn’t even matter if he hates it, he refuses to let any bit be thrown away
five second rule? he’s taking that and sprinting with it. he’s not going around eating things off of the ground randomly, of course, but he definitely won’t waste something if it’s just fallen for a few moments
naib is sort of on the shorter side compared to the other men in the manor and in general, but that doesn’t mean he should be taken lightly. he’s rather bulky, sort of column-shaped with wide shoulders
he’s never been insecure about his height either. it actually proves to work in his favor, since he’s a lot more agile than someone like norton or andrew. he disappears easier too
he has lots and lots of scars as well, which isn’t surprising. it comes with the lifestyle as both a former soldier and a mercenary. he doesn’t remember the stories of all of them, but there are a few that are significant. there’s a deeper gash running along his shoulder that he got from defending one of his brothers in arms
it’s incredibly difficult to get past his naturally distant nature, even more so if you’re trying to break down the dozens upon dozens of emotional walls he’s built up around himself over the course of his life. but somehow, if you do manage to get into his heart, he is nothing if not loyal. he truly cares a lot more than he lets on, trust me
hihi might I request you for some luca balsa headcanons
dot dot electric shock ; romantic luca balsa hcs
hihi! thank you so much for your request <3
i’ve actually been wanting to write about luca for awhile now! he was my first main when i started playing, so he holds a special little place in my heart. i wasn’t too sure what type of hcs you wanted, so i just went with romantic ones…,, i hope that’s okay!
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luca and romantic relationships tend to mix as well as oil and water. with his extensively poor memory and tendency to forget, he’s always imagined himself to be a rather inadequate partner for someone else
sure, maybe he wouldn’t mind something casual once and awhile. but a deep, proper connection? oh boy. it took a looong time and quite a bit of patience on your end, but finally the prisoner was able to relinquish his caged heart. and goodness, this man loves you
the sheer amount of time spent before the two of you really began to see one another only seemed to compound his own feelings. the second it all became official, he nearly smothered you
you’re so kind to have waited for him… to still care so deeply even with his broken and damaged mind. he’s practically a shell of the man he used to be (he assumes, at least), but you decided to stay by his side anyways. now that you’ve earned his affections, he’s not planning on letting go
i think one of his most favorite things is when you decide to sit in with him while he’s working. neither of you talk all that much—most of his brain power is occupied with his current project, which leaves little room for anything else—but your mere presence is enough
he’ll hum to you every once and awhile, just a little noise to check and make sure you’re still there. with how focused he tends to get, he wouldn’t notice right away if you decided to get up and leave
every time he hears you make a sound of your own in return, his face never fails to light up with a grin. you notice he always ducks his head and continues with renewed vigor after. it’s quite endearing, really
you being there while he tinkers also keeps him from falling back into unhealthy work patterns. if he were alone, he would simply continue until his concentration fully breaks. and typically, that only happens after several grueling hours
you act as a sort of safety net from himself, and there’s nothing better than to fall into your open arms afterwards. it helps him remember better too! if you ask him about whatever he’s currently doing, he’ll go on a rant about all the intricacies and details while toying with your hair
luca tends to accidentally shock you a lot. it’s never to the degree that it actually hurts, but it’s a clear enough sensation that it has a soft, audible ‘bzzt’ whenever the electricity transfers from his skin to yours
he always snickers when he hears you complain about it, quickly soothing the area with an apologetic kiss each time. beneath his easy smile, he really does feel bad shocking you so much… he would hate for you to actually pull away because of it
this might be a weird take, but i think luca is the type to be terrible with nicknames. he’s definitely not good with actual names either, don’t get me wrong, but the pet names he goes with are… creative, to say the least
you’ll hear quite the range of things that he decides to call you. ‘my love’ is common, but so is ‘my little cathode’ for some reason?? “kindness pours from your heart just like electricity flows from an electrode” …or whatever it is that he told you
he’ll also refer to you in the most sickeningly sweet ways whenever he wants to get a reaction. you’ll actually wince when he calls out to you with all the softness in the world, saying something stupid like ‘honey plum sugar bunches’
he’ll laugh whenever you turn to him with your nose all shriveled. “you’re so pretty,” he tells you, lightly squishing his palms against your cheeks to get you to unravel your rather unamused expression
luca has a small notebook that he always, always carries with him. it’s tucked carefully alongside his tools in the right pouch attached to his belt
he’s had it for quite some time and it’s practically filled to the brim at this point. the cover is curved from all the pages he’s shoved in there, papers sticking out every which way
he writes down all important things that he really doesn’t want to forget, with you being the main focus of most of the newer additions. he has a habit of retracing them over to remember better. your birthday, the anniversary of your relationship, little things about yourself that you’ve told him off-handedly—all of it
due to the tremors in his hands and with how fast he writes, his penmanship is pretty much chicken scratch to everyone. even he can’t read some of his own scribbles sometimes. you’ve seen his signature, yeah? there’s a reason why he only signs off with two letters instead of printing his full name
he just wants to get everything down as quickly as possible before he forgets, especially when it comes to anything about you. if he could, luca would engrave your face into the very shape of his soul so that he’d always remember
despite his days of fancy parties and formal gatherings being behind him, he still has some muscle memory leftover from the dancing lessons he took as a teenager. if you’re interested and don’t mind him forgetting a few (or more) steps, he’d be happy to dance with you!
the same goes for piano. he might have a biit of a difficult time with sight reading now, but there are a few bits and pieces of songs that his fingers will always recall. he’ll be over the moon if you ask him to play for you, trust me
piano in general is something that means a lot to him. he doesn’t remember the reason why, but the sound of it quiets his brain for a bit
truthfully, being with luca is difficult. he adores you so dearly, but there are times that his memory fails him still. even with his efforts, he will inevitably forget certain aspects about you and your relationship
just don’t give up on him, okay? he really wants to do his best for you. he may never be able to live as a normal man now, but he’ll be the greatest version of whatever he has left. he swears it
“…not without following, at least…” OHHH MY GODDDD
rereading bc it was so peak- I REALLYYY REALLY WANT YOU TO EXPAND ON THIS IN SOME WAY PLEASE I think it would be soo so interesting!!
oh my gosh, i’m so glad you liked my work! especially those drabbles—i did NOT put in my full 100% at the time of writing lol;; you’re so kind, it’s making me all shy haha <3
as for matthias… yeah, i really don’t think he’s above following after you if the worst were to happen. he’s already horribly depressed and a little off his rocker—losing one of the only people who has truly ever seen him, the real him, is bound to send him spiraling
he teeters the very dangerous line of becoming an alcoholic as well. he typically only drinks in moderation, perhaps a little more whenever he’s around louis for too long, but if you were to slip through his fingers? oh dear,, he’ll soon find himself drunk far more often than he is sober
it all snowballs. he dissociates through much of his grief, his body feeling even less of his own and more like a puppet’s. he’s not even living anymore, simply going through the motions as his joints are tugged along by the invisible strings of your ghost
playing hunter is so fun guys (GETS SHOT 47 TIMES)
hwhshsg i really love a lot of the hunters in this game. i have many thoughts about them, so i scribbled down some here just for fun. i’ve also never written for hulla or joseph, so hopefully these are okay……
characters included : hullabaloo, ithaqua, and joseph desaulniers
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hullabaloo
due to the spring in his middle, it takes a conscious effort for him to keep himself upright. he’ll always lean a bit in a certain direction, his head hanging down as if it were too heavy for his neck. much like many of the other hunters, his posture is atrocious
he has a habit of laughing while in pursuit. he was never the stealthiest in his faction to begin with, but due his uncontrollable snickers (and the squeaking of his springs… and that humongous circle around him—), survivors can usually spot him from halfway across the map. he’s fast enough to make up for it, though
hullabaloo is the sort of hunter that doesn’t put a lot of stock in matches. if he wins, he wins. if he doesn’t, he doesn’t. he really just does it for the love of the game
his carefree attitude makes it all the more frustrating for the survivors he’s placed against. he doesn’t even look like he’s trying sometimes, and yet he’s still notoriously one of the manor’s most difficult hunter to kite. at least for new arrivals
among the residents with identity switches, hullabaloo and mike are a pair with a more… amicable relationship (though i use that term extremely loosely). neither of them are outwardly hostile towards the other, but most of the time mike prefers to pretend his hunter counterpart doesn’t exist
hulla, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoys reminding him. he’s all smiles when he sees his counterpart in a match, purposefully scaring him on and off ciphers but never fully committing to a chase
he’s so annoying lol
whenever he’s in a good mood, he’ll suddenly decide to chat with whatever survivor he just ballooned. the same goes for when he’s camping and the designated rescuer hasn’t shown up yet. “it helps pass the time!” he chirps, right as a cricket ball flies at the back of his head
he isn’t very fond of violence, so he’s one of the more gentle hunters in the roster. as gentle as getting knocked down can be, anyways
he can get a little excited and smack survivors around a bit, but he’ll never intentionally hurt them. he may look like it in this new form, but he doesn’t want to be seen as a monster
he also always gives out dungeon. in fact, he’ll even bring the last survivor there himself! there are some members within the faction that almost see it as degrading the way he picks them up and happily floats off in the direction of the hatch
he tends to take the win most of the time anyways, so it doesn’t matter if one escapes. besides, if they were able to kite him long enough for the dungeon to open up in the first place, then they deserve it! at least he thinks so
this is more of a headcanon for mike’s character in general, but i think he has dyslexia lol. there’s no evidence for it or anything, but i just feel like he would. this of course extends to hulla
his vision is a little altered in this new body anyways, so reading is made even more difficult. the star-shaped hole in the side of his face sort of makes the world look like a broken kaleidoscope
ithaqua
while some within his faction had a difficult time adjusting, ithaqua couldn’t be more perfect for his role. he’s familiar with hunting man and beast alike, it’s no different here in the manor
for him, the matches have become a good way to keep his skills sharp and blow off extra steam. it’s sort of like his personal ‘me time’, and he can grow irritable if it’s been awhile since his last game
while he does share hulla’s habit of giggling during a hunt, he usually only does it once he lands a hit or chairs a survivor. he values stealth a lot more than the circus clown, so he’s relatively quiet during a chase
he tends to take his games seriously. maybe not to the extent that other hunters do (cueist lol), but he doesn’t like losing. after a long string of defeats, he’ll start getting annoyed
it can be a little difficult to tell given that his face is always hidden by his mask, but if you don’t hear him laugh after a strike, consider yourself in for a rough match. despite his typical level-headedness, he can still become quite aggressive
ithaqua gets along really well with axe boy! since the two use similar weapons, he’s more than happy to give the younger hunter guidance if he ever asks for it. robbie himself has gotten into the habit of calling him big brother and always brags about their ‘matching ears’ (I LOVE THEM)
but aside from him and a small handful of other hunters who he’s somewhat cordial with (michiko, grace, and maaybe jeffery), the night watch is unsurprisingly rather solitary. he is on decent terms with a few of the survivors though, namely eli and victor
and of course, to address the elephant in the room. with brynhildr, he’s understandably rather hesitant. the vilulfs likely don’t know that they’re technically family, but archer’s striking red hair reminds him of his mother, so he’s subconsciously softer when it comes to downing and chairing her
the two don’t speak all that often either, but on the rare occasion that they do, it’s almost entirely one-sided. bryn is much better at carrying a conversation than her distant cousin
in general, itha tends to interact better with women and individuals with traits similar to his mother, but people who’ve won the favor of animals are also a little easier for him to be around
he’s still notoriously difficult to converse with though, simply due to the fact that he doesn’t want to most of the time. he tends to keep everyone at an arm’s length, never sparing more than a few words if he can help it
with how aloof he acts, you’d never guess how much of a yapper he really is. in the very, very rare case that he ever becomes close to someone, he can talk for quite awhile without even realizing it
he’s still more on the quiet side, but he’ll ramble about birds and stories he’s read and the moon and stars. it’s really lovely to listen to
it should be said that ithaqua does NOT give dungeon, even if he is already in a winning position. he’ll simply scoop up the downed survivor without a second thought, marching towards the nearest chair as they thrash and squirm about
to him, it’s the more merciful option. they’re already injured anyways—it’s best to kill them here than allow them to return to the manor with broken bones and lacerations
the only exception to this rule, however, is if the last survivor is either: memory (as she is a child. he tries his best to be gentle and refuses to chase her first), bryn (for the reasons stated above), or fiona (red hair. he sees his mother)
patrollie does not work with his play style at all, but i’d like to think that he would like the little pup… super self-indulgent, but itha always makes sure to toss the creature whatever leftover bones he has in his stew once he’s finished. just for the little beast to chew on until the next game
joseph desaul(nier)s
nier mention but at what cost…
kidding, kidding. the photographer has been growing on me quite a bit as of late, mostly due to the interesting parallels he and claude have with ithaqua and his own twin brother (am i maybe reaching?? idk but ithaqua mention)
regardless! joseph has been on the brain for a bit, especially after getting his coa skin. he’s quite the odd man, but it’s to be expected. no normal person would be so overly fixated on the preservation of life without some sort of unresolved trauma
part of the reason why the photographer looks the way he does despite actually being quite… ahem—long-lived is because during this particular point in life, his face was most similar to claude’s
with age comes change, and the older joseph became the less he could see his twin brother in his reflection. it was an agonizing realization, almost as if he was losing him a second time
so, he intentionally froze his appearance in the period just before he lost his brother. a perfect mirror, no? he even began dressing like him and wearing the same powdered wigs. now, with this appearance, claude—or the memory of him, at least—will never fade
blind old man joseph is canon to me. perhaps his appearance is that of how he used to look, but his body certainly isn’t. it’s agonizing the way his joints will ache after a particularly rough match
he’s dramatic about it too, always grumbling under his breath in french as he rolls his shoulders. please do not pallet stun him. he is petty and will hold a grudge
he requires lots of down time in between games, especially since matches with him tend to stretch much longer than usual due to his constant cipher reduction
you can typically find him having tea in a secluded part of the manor, indulging in delicately made pastries. many of which were once claude’s favorite flavors
the photographer 100% has some mercury in his system (aka the victorian special). spending so much time in a poorly ventilated darkroom with dangerous chemical fumes was bound to give him some problems sooner or later
hand tremors, memory loss, insomnia. the reason why he coughs so much during pursuit is probably caused by the chronic mercury poisoning too
this is a little silly, but i think it would be funny if a (huge) pet peeve of his would be survivors slipping into the camera world. who gave them permission to enter? certainly not him!
claude’s personality has more of an influence on him in this unchanging space (you know, like the big shift in his voice and such), so his frustration is softened quite a bit—but the second he steps out into the real world, he’s definitely swinging his sword a little harder than he usually does
he can be quite brutal, honestly. you’ve all seen his ballooning animation—he steps directly on survivors and chairs them with little thought. he also never gives out dungeon. you’ll unfortunately have to fight for that yourself if you wish to escape him
waa thank you so much !! doing my favs justice is always something i worry about when i write, so it means a lot to hear that you guys like them <3
from what i’ve seen in the fandom, matthias has been portrayed as meek and almost infantilized in a way…? like… this is a 24 year old MAN who drinks hard liquor and set fire to the puppet version of himself because he was so fed up with its existence. he may be rather reserved, but he’s definitely got a few screws loose. there’s no way he’s all shy and cutesy
i like portraying him as a little bit of a creep too lol. not in a gross way, but in a “oh, this guy is definitely kind of unsettling and awkward to be around” sort of way—yk?
long pauses where he just stares at you for no reason? twitchy fingers tracing along your spine when you fall asleep facing away from him?? following you around and just not saying anything while he does so???
“would you take care of me after i die?” ; comfort drabbles
i’m gonna be honest guys, i haven’t been having a silly fun time lately 😔😔 but instead of crying i made this in like an hour to try and give myself comfort through some of my favorites… forgive me if this is poorly written </3
this is kind of a vent(?) piece and there’s a bit of talk of death, so please be mindful of that before reading! i’d hate to make anyone uncomfy. also err… just forget about the fanon purgatory that the manor keeps everyone perpetually alive for a second LOL
characters included : eli clark, fiona gilman, luca balsa, and matthias czernin
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eli clark
“of course,” he responds without hesitation. he’s gentle as he pulls you closer into his arms. he always, always is. another midnight breeze whispers in and out through the crack in his room window, filling the space with the smell of rain that hasn’t yet fallen. brooke rose is still out hunting
“but you must promise first that you’ll live until we’re both old and tired,” he muses. “only then will i maybe consider allowing the earth to have you”
he’s so very endearing. a smile already begins to form on your features as you meet his eyes in the dark. “you haven’t had visions of it?”
“my gift does not make me all-knowing, my love.” he chuckles, craning his neck down to softly bump his nose against your own. your eyes flutter
he pulls back just far enough to press a feather-light kiss in the center of your brows. you hear him exhale as he carefully tucks you into the crook of his neck, fingers brushing along your nape
“…i’ll find you again,” eli murmurs into your hair, sealing the promise with another kiss to the crown of your head
“over and over, i’ll make sure to meet you in every lifetime. all you need to do is wait”
fiona gilman
she hums. it’s a thoughtful sound, as if not at all surprised that you’re asking something like this so out of the blue. you can hear the light twinkling sounds of her headpiece as she turns towards you, soft, red hair tangling with your own as you lean against her shoulder
“do you believe that i wouldn’t?” she asks, her lips curling mildly in amusement when you perk up almost immediately
“no, it’s not that—“ you start, leaning forward and off of the bark of the large tree the two of you have been stargazing under. “i was just wondering…”
“i would.” she answers before you can finish. her arms lift to pull you back into her, this time letting you fall against her chest as your ear presses just over her heart. it’s a steady and soothing pattern, eventually coaxing you to melt away in her embrace
“the cosmos know your name well,” she admits, reaching to tenderly brush a lock of hair out of your eyes. she pauses just before she gingerly kisses your scalp
“they’ll keep you safe until i can meet you again myself”
luca balsa
“what kind of question is that?”
his hands pause their ministrations, turning halfway to look at you over his shoulder with a raised brow. he laughs, but there’s something underneath the sound that subtly pulls at a string connected to your heart
your expression sours slightly at the notice, slowly sitting up as you swing your legs over the mattress of his bed. you go to apologize, but his voice beats yours
“i’ll create something that defies life itself,” luca declares, resuming his original hunched position over the pile of wires and metal plates on his desk. “…and i’ll bring you back to me”
you can’t help but soften at that. it’s sweetly naïve, and the both of you know it
“you wouldn’t forget?”
this time, he shifts to face you fully, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. he presses his palms into your cheeks for a moment, smooshing them just a bit before leaning forward to kiss to your already puckered lips
“never”
matthias czernin
his fingers freeze, still half buried in your hair. the two of you had been getting ready to retire for the night, him having yet again slipped into your room to take refuge away from his nightmares
“pardon…?” he asks, caught completely off-guard. he finally combs his hands through, stiffly drawing them back to fall at his sides
you echo the question again, leaning your head backwards until it lightly bumps against the center of his chest. “would you take care of me after i die, matt?”
he stares down at you for a moment, his good eye flickering along your face. he doesn’t respond, instead slightly curling inwards so that his face hovers above your own
thin arms reach forward, wrapping around you as chapped lips shakily peck the middle of your forehead
“don’t say such things,” he mumbles, eyebrows cinched as he carefully squeezes your middle. he links his fingers together, turning his head so that his cheek presses against yours. you can’t tell if it’s because he wishes to hide himself away from your gaze or if he wants to be closer to you. perhaps both
“i couldn’t bear to let you go…” he adds on in a barely audible murmur. your expression already softens at his plea, reaching to loop your own arms around his neck. you’re too busy nuzzling against the underside of his jaw to properly hear what he breathes out next
Thanks for pretty works with Finsen, his lore video and the preliminary names of his abilities were released relatively recently. What do you think about all this? Will the Dentist become a meta or he suffer the same fate as Norton?
hi darling! you’re all so kind to me my goodness—i’m so glad you enjoyed them <3
i did see the notes about his abilities yes! they all sound really interesting… i play hunter a ton, but i’m a diehard itha main. maybe with finsen’s release he’ll be enough to make me finally branch out LOL
as for meta, hmm… i still think it’s a bit too early to tell without proper gameplay, but from what we know he seems to be a decently strong character! he has long ranged attack capability and he’s got those bacteria-like (plaque? idk 😭😭) entities to chase after survivors as well. even if he’s not top tier, i’ll probably play him anyways (⌒▽⌒)
so… i did a thing awhile ago… !! i saw this template and i just had to do it hehe. i consume media normally and healthily guys, trust (´∀｀*)
unfortunately i cannot find the original user who made it ueuee,, if anyone does know who it is, please let me know so i can credit them properly!
here is the blank template too for anyone who would like to participate! i’d love to see everyone’s, so if you feel comfy sharing, you can always @ me <3
