#lillibethmandus

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I decided to make something where both Oswald and Lily found out that they're going to have a baby

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Oof

I like to think about happy thoughts of Lillibeth, and Oswald. For example Lily lived after giving birth, and they are a happu family. But somehow I make that so depressing, for example again. Lily soon would die when the boys got older. Edwin, and Enoch die in war /since Oswald wouldn't kill them in the AU\ . It just breaks Oswald heart because he has nothing else of Lily. (Or in other words he wouldn't have anything that is apart of Lily anymore. You know since Edwin, and Enoch are both apart of their parents, and yeah .-.)

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I decided to draw Lillibeth, Edwin, and Enoch waiting for Oswald after his death and they are so happy to see him again.I wanted to cry so bad but nOPe.

Then I also drew something happy! something with Edwin (left) and Enoch (right). 

I drew them where they made Oswald as a snowman! (In the right you can see Oswald taking a picture)

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I don't care about how many times I beat Amnesia A Machine For Pigs the parts where Edwin and Enoch whisper "Daddy" before Oswald's ending speech, or when the twins are walking off then the factory doors close for good those 2 parts are going to make cry because it makes me so sad. Especially when we see Edwin and Enoch walking away then the doors close. 

The Chinese Room knows how to make my feelings go wild.

Also before Oswald electrocutes his heart LILLIBETH IS APPARENTLY HUMMING DIESES HERZ. THE SONG THAT SOOTHES THE MANPIGS, AND THE SONG THAT MANDUS HAS IN MUSIC BOXES. 

Toby Longworth, and Zak Craig were amazing, and the voices were perfect for Oswald, Edwin, and Enoch. 

But credits to literally everyone that worked on this game and credits to them for almost making me cry.

/exact words stolen from my deviantart

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I drew Lillibeth in today's fashion /shorts and crop tops\. I thought it would be a nice change from the Victorian dresses.

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Continued from here

Another night, another candle left for Lillibeth. It's in vain, he knew perfectly well. Yet something continued to urge him to do it; anything to call her back home again, where she belonged, even after all of these years. Russet eyes remained fixed on that small, gentle flame, and its glow reflected in their depths, illuminating the unending sorrow within them.

By the time morning arrived it will have burnt out, and he would be alone, as he always was. Surrounded by memories, by his departed wife's belongings, and the scents that still lingered even now. He will lay next to the spot where she once laid, and he will dream of her, of her gentle touch and lilting voice, and he will pray not to wake up to the reality of her loss.

And he will know that there is no happy end to this cycle, yet he would repeat it again and again, and he would hope.

"My love."

Of course it was only Oswald's imagination. He didn't dare look to his side, out of fear of disappointment. But something about it tugged at his heart all the same -- because of course he wanted her to be there, he wanted Lily to call him that just one more time. Or, maybe it was stress from the Mandus family's ongoing financial burdens, and having so little time to see Edwin and Enoch, that was leaving him vulnerable tonight. He lowered his head. While one hand clenched around part of the bedspread, the other moved to cover his face, and he began to weep.

"..Oh Lillibeth... I cannot do this without you..."

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The invitation is all she needs, though the encouragement with his playful words and amusement sends her running in his direction with all she has.

Right before her body collides with his, Lily jumps to throw her arms around his neck, and her legs around his hips. “I didn’t hesitate that time-” She replied with a hearty laugh.

There she is -- that charmingly bold and playful wife of his. Before she reaches him, Oswald is already laughing, delighted and all the more amused by her reaction.

Of course he catches her, any last lingering feelings of tiredness draining away as he holds her and proudly supports her in her chosen position. Then he spins around with her.

"No, you certainly did not," the butcher agrees once they have stopped, and he offers her an affectionate squeeze. "You seem in good spirits this evening."

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