#anon visits

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"Leroy-" The Reporter's smooth voice calls out to his beloved Detective partner, "At this point... We can't be friends."

"The birgs have called, the sky has gone... The bond got severed as time goes by while being together.... we cannot keep doing this...-"

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A long pause happens before the blondie shifts his solemn look into a pouty one..

"Not when you keep stealing my heart like that, you sneaky thief- tch tch~" <//3

@idv-news-boi (yes, is just bromance, nothing to see here/ih)

"Ah, Laurence! Hello there-" LeRoy's sentence fell short just about as he was going to say the word 'partner'. His expression turned into one of confusion and concern when he was told the news of them no longer being able to be friends. "Why not? Did something happen?"

Thoughts and theories quickly swam through LeRoy's mind as he tried to remember any instances that this could have steamed from (going to get drinks maybe? He didn't remember getting that drunk). Snippets and pieces of the poem slowly piecing themselves together along the way.

Birds... A disappeared Sky...Bonds Severed by time...

Something suddenly clicked. Even more so as the reporter took on a pouty expression.

LeRoy blinked, a hearty laugh coming from him as his face flushed. Oh, what a silly news reporter he had. "Oh, Laurence! You had me scared there for a second. I thought I had accidentally done something to offend you." He lightly patted the other's back, a few small giggles still escaping him as he took a moment to fully collect his thoughts.

"Hm.... A thief, am I?" He hummed, pretending to debate on the topic for a while before continuing. A soft, yet teasing smile spread across their face as they spoke. "I suppose it would take one to know one. You are a bit of a thief of hearts as well! Maybe I was just trying to get back what you had already taken from me, hm?"

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((Just a couple of bros being dudes. A couple of homies being different detective dynamics with one another. Nothing crazy to see

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collect my pages

"What strange things to scatter around the forest! Would you like me to give these back to you?"

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[manor-tea-time]

Did you know that Laurence is a sentient plant? Don’t believe me? Ask him yourself!!!

"What? Now Friend, you really shouldn't make up things like that!" LeRoy let out a small huff, crossing his arms. However, despite this, his voice sounded unsure. Almost as though he was trying to convince himself of what he was saying.

"I'm sure there's been some sort of misunderstanding. Maybe he just named a plant after himself!" Now he sounded even less sure. Sighing as he took his hat off to run a hand through his hair.

"I'll ask him next time I see him, for your sake friend."

-🗝️>(⊖▼⊗´)•ζ

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[manor-tea-time]

°˖❀Welcome to the Tea Party❀˖°

Hello! My name is AL! Welcome to Manor Tea Time, an ask blog for a couple of my idv ocs.

°˖❀General Blog CW/TWs❀˖°

As this is a blog surrounding fan characters for a horror game, there’s a fair amount of darker topics used/discussed here for backstories, plots, and general information sometimes. Some Examples of these are (but not limited to) the following:

-Talk/Mention of Death and Illness

-Slight Body Horror (pretty much reserved for the hunters)

-Talks of suicidal thoughts

-Gaslighting/Abusive nature in background characters

-Existentialism

-And characters generally not having a good time :(

While most of these are censored/get cut off, I do sometimes miss a few. Please be careful when proceeding through the blog and read through any CWs/TWs given before posts before reading!

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°˖❀Character list❀˖°

The Costume Maker - Ivy Nettle ξ(❁) ⊕) ξ 

The Lampsmith - Wayne Strickland (-⊕ ζ ⊕-) < 

"Key-Master" - LeRoy Smith 🗝️>(⊖▼⊗´)•ζ 

The Glass Artist - Delilah Fowler Ⴑ(‘❁◡❁’)Ⴑ

The "Hero" - "Pip" Newby (◼⊗_⊗’)/*

The Living Mannequin - Miss Manni (,◡ _ ◡,) 

The Automaton - Eleanor May (´⬬_⬬`) <

The Shadowed Man /++ ◡ ++\

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°˖❀Rules❀˖°

Canon and Ocs are allowed!

Magic/Interactive Anons are allowed. They’re fun!

Nothing xenophobic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

No strong NSFW.

Suggestiveness/flirtatious behavior is OK if a character is of age. Just try to manage yourself semi-accordingly/keep it classy. (Mun is 22, I just get uncomfortable sometimes)

Shipping is also OK given the character is of age. I find shipping hcs and experimenting with different dynamics really fun! However, for the sake/general safety of the minors in the community, I'd prefer not to rp any romanic scenarios if ooc a mun is underage.

Mun chats are welcome if kept semi-on topic of the blog. If not, I'll most likely just redirect you to my main here.

°˖❀Other Important Things to Note❀˖°:

I am a full-time student, so responses may take a bit longer/only consist of shorter replies at times.

At the end of the day, I am also a person with my own limits. Thus, if an ask, anon, or RP response makes me uncomfortable, I won’t respond to it.

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°˖❀Lore Tidbits❀˖°

The Lore Doc

°˖❀Current events❀˖°

N/A

°˖❀Essence projects❀˖°

Music of the Night [COMPLETED!]

Decendants of the Dark [WIP]

Tea Time Holidays [COMPLETED]

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I hope to talk to you all soon! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و ̑̑

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LeRoy could hear an anxious knock behind his door along with the sound of paper shuffling, as he opened the door it was almost as if he could see a certain redhead quickly turning over the corner of the long corridors, when he looks down, he finds a single white rose along wih a envelope, outside it read "I'm sorry beloved, this was the only flower I could find that looked as beautiful as you." and inside it, once again he could see familiar handwriting and the signature he had grown acquainted to.

I found him by my destiny, standing in the middle of the meadow, governor of whoever passes, of the one who speaks to him and who sees him. And he said to me: "Go up the mountain. I never leave the meadow, and you cut my white flowers like snow, hard and tender." I climbed the acid mountain, I looked for the flowers where they albean, between the rocks existing half asleep and awake. When I came down, with my burden, I found you in the middle of the meadow, and I was covering it frantically, with a torrent of lilies. And without looking at the whiteness, you told me: "You carry now only red flowers. "I can't get past the meadow." Climb the sorrows with the deer, and I looked for flowers of dementia, those that turn red and seem May they live and die from redness.

-Allan Crowell. <3

"Hello?" LeRoy peeked open the door, watching the letter and rose fall to the ground in a strange grace. He grinned as he picked the two back up, pushing the door open further to glance between the different ends of the hallway. "Oh drat, it seems as though I just missed them." He sighed, redirecting his attention back to the flower. He needed a new spot to put this one, didn't he? He turned back into his room, bringing the door closed behind him. He supposed he could use the vase he'd recently received to good use.

"Ah, my dear sonnet, you always leave me such pretty flowers!" He gave the flower a small sniff before placing it into the vase. It completed the other flowers he'd picked earlier that week perfectly! LeRoy chuckled a bit at the front of the note. Ah, his sonnet could be quite silly. Any flower would be more than enough to get his heart fluttering.

He happily sat himself down and began to read the poem, rereading a few of the stanzas and muttering to himself happily as he did so. "This one reminds me of a story! Like the tales of people searching for their loved ones within treacherous conditions." He hummed as he folded the letter and placed it into a pocket in his jacket. Briefly frowning for a moment as he realized something; the ending. "I wonder if they will ever escape the meadow? Or if either of them will remember...." He paused for a moment. "I suppose I'll have to ask next time I see Mr. Crowell!"

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Later that day, a small knock was heard at Allen's door, the faint jingle of keys only being heard as a small envelope and bouquet of forget-me-nots were left in whoever was there's place. On the outside of the envelope, it simply reads "Allan C. :)" Inside, a small rough sketch of a fox is neatly folded with a short letter.

Dearest A. Crowell,

How have you been? I hope it is well! I've been meaning to visit you, but matches and the festivities for this season have had me preoccupied. The air outside has gotten so much chillier! I'll need to think of more things I can send you once the flowers are out of bloom for the season. (Hence the drawing of the fox, it reminded me of you.)

I am getting ahead of myself again I am afraid. I wanted to write to thank you for the poem and rose. They were both lovely as usual! I'm curious to see how the story within your poem ends though. Do they ever escape the meadow together?

Much Care,

LeRoy

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[manor-tea-time]

( Can I take them out on dates. My babygirls. )

They're all single as of rn anon! I believe in you!!

[manor-tea-time]

About LeRoy friends

LeRoy Friend Headcannons 🗝️>(⊗▼⊗´)•ζ :

He’s big on giving small trinkets to his friends that remind him of them!

Oh? Do you like rocks? LeRoy will go out of his way to find at least 3 cool rocks on his daily hikes.

Oh??? You mentioned wanting a thing 2 years ago to him that was so oddly specific?? Guess what’s your birthday gift.

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Depending on how close you are to him, he will have strange shitpost-y conversations that teeter on existential with you.

“What….What is a worm exactly?” to “How do you think Mothman feels about all of the people that want to kiss them?”

It really depends on his mood. And how late it is in the night.

So far he's mainly done this with Tatya.

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He’d give his friends those spinning hugs! 

He’s excited to see them!

Additionally, depending on the person he might give them a nickname!

Most likely something simple though, like a play on words of their title or a shortened version of their name.

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He’d probably show off his different collections to them.

Keys, teas, rocks, to mysterious things he’s picked up in the woods. He has them all!

On the topic of keys: If one of his friends asked nicely he might show them how his lockpick works.

However, he wouldn’t break into anything for them. He has standards.

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Leroy whenever he kites in matches would be the kind of person to have his PINGS READY for any of his teammates and friends so they can get out of the line of fire.

“THE HUNTER IS NEARBY!” “GET OUT OF HERE!” He frantically spams as he makes eye contact with whoever is at the cypher machine next to the pallet he’s at.

He also probably immediately would report what hunter it is/be on call to assist (body block to hell and back) if his friends were bad at countering the hunter.

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Do they like to sing? What would karaoke experience with them be like? For Leroy and Wayne

"Singing is a joy! I never fails to put a pep in my step." -🗝️>(⊗▼⊗´)•ζ

`✦LeRoy sings like a camp counselor. It's kinda like that chipper yelling/singsongy type of voice. I'd imagine the karaoke experience with him would very much be one where he's more of playing up the dramatics and making sure everyone is having a good time over being on perfect pitch.

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"I sometimes sing to myself while I'm working. It helps me get rid of melodies that have gotten stuck inside my head.." - (-⊕ ζ ⊕-)<

`✦ Wayne's voice tends to be quieter/soft. It's hard to get him to sing outside of little lullabies or simple rhymes. I'd imagine the karaoke experience would unfortunately be something closer to asking him to recall a song he'd heard than actual karaoke. ;-;

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