I have asks I need to get to but I had a very inspiring idea, and this was easier... it was a really rough idea I typed out so all I had to do was clean it up. Please forgive me for not completing any requests yet </3
CW: dead-dove content, non-gendered reader but term "wife" used, RICHARD STERLING, forced marriage, physical + psychological abuse, threats of violence, mention of ECT, poisoning, vomiting/emetophobia, conditioning, manipulation, coercion... the works
An arranged marriage going from something you protested, to something you feared. Forced to become Richard's little house spouse, it was something he spoke of since the day of your union, you just didn't know how sick his fantasy truly was.
It was terrifying, never knowing what Richard was thinking, what he might do, rules changing on a whim just to give an excuse for him to hurt and belittle you. It was humiliating, and you tried to escape, but after your last attempt was met with the threat of electro-shock to mellow out these little outbursts, you found yourself more docile and pliant in his grasp.
That threat ran your blood cold, and even with every part of you screaming to get as far away from him as possible, you’ve found yourself scared into submission. Even with trembling hands you try your best to please your husband, and though he still finds ways to humiliate you, it's been easier since you've started being complicit…
He knows how weak and scared you are, knows that there's no real escape, so he happily watches as you play along with his fantasy, relishing in his power. It’s hard to play wife, but building on the trust earned, you've gained privilege to “play” in the kitchen. Humming to yourself as you make a special dinner, normally the servants do that but you insist,
"It's our anniversary" sweetening your words with a hesitant peck to the corner of his mouth, of course you want it to be special.
The table is set to Richard’s desired standard, everything at the estate is so ornate it's hard to feel at home, still you set the bowl before him,
“I’m sorry it’s not something more extravagant… I realized I don't know how to cook much,” you say nervously, feeling a bit ashamed, though he enjoyed keeping you humble. He looks down at the stew, that same mask like smile he always has on his face,
“Why haven't you prepared any for yourself?” He asks, keeping his tone reserved. Richard turns his head facing you, a slight tilt as he waits for your answer.
“Oh- well I ate while I cooked, I had to taste everything and after all that I just don't have much of an appetite left over…” wringing your hands you explain, feeling a bit nervous now, “but I'll still sit with you while you eat, i-if you’d like…”
He pauses again, expression impassive, but Richard picks up his spoon and stirs the stew around and scoops up a bite. He doesn't look suspicious, blowing to cool off the chunk of potato sitting in the dip of the spoon,
“You’ve been so attentive lately…” there’s a sick feeling in your stomach as Richard brings a bite to his mouth, “My sweet wife…” he's smiling at you but it only makes your heart drop. That feeling twists in your gut… there's no way he knows...
"you worked so hard on this for me... why don't you let me feed you my love? just one bite?”
You can't. You can't. You can't. You ca– mind reeling, you hesitate and his attitude changes, as it does when you don't immediately follow his every whim,
“Open your mouth.” Richard’s voice is like ice down your spine. Pale and sweating, your mouth hesitantly opens as you lean forward and take the spoonful of food, pulling away and holding it in your mouth. Anxious and nauseous you can't bring yourself to swallow, staring down at the table, hands fisted in your lap.
Blood roars so loud in your ears you can barely hear him speak when he asks what's wrong, his tone almost condescending.
“Go ahead… swallow. You don't want to be ungrateful now, do you?”
Eyes welling with tears as you choke down the food you poisoned, heart racing hands shaking. Richard sets down the utensil, still smiling as you gasp a shaking breath after swallowing it all down, and he laughs. Leaning forward and grasping your chin to force you to look at him, he mocks you
“Did you really think I would fall for that? You were trembling like a leaf, terrified…” that cruel sneer on his face, sadistic glint in his eye, “were you scared of me finding out… or were you scared that I would actually eat it?”
The implication is heavy on your heart, and you don't know the answer, breaking down and sobbing. A mess of apologies, begging for your husbands forgiveness as you crumple to the floor at his feet. The sight amuses him enough to help you, cooing about how pathetic you are as he stands up and reaches down.
You’re shivering and gasping, an agonized cry ripping from your throat when Richard yanks your head up by your hair,
“Now now, open up for me again…” drool is already pooling as you open your mouth wider, and he repositions his hand, murmuring sweetly to you some condescending nonsense, before jamming his fingers into your throat.
His fingers press against your tongue making your throat spasm and you gag around them as your eyes water before just as roughly he pulls his hand free, forcing you to retch violently and your expel the tainted food, soiling the floor with your sick.
Logically you should be worrying about lingering poison, but at the forefront of your dazed mind is cleaning up the mess… after all, you don't want to disappoint your husband.
I thought I'd share some Emil thoughts! Our favorite puppy <3
CW: slightly NSFW, fetishizing old mental health medicine practice, ECT (electro-convulsive therapy), dehumanization, cruelty, urination
I love the concept of Emil and ECT before Ada saved him from those treatments... Electroshock is so erotix and he is so cute... him drooling and scared and begging frantically shaking his head, that he's been a good dog, trying to "reason" his way out of it as if it's a punishment because he doesn't "understand".
Something about his genuine fear, wide eyed and strapped to that chair, nails digging into the padded arms…
(I don't even want to be the one doing that to him, typically for me I wanna be the one getting hurt and tortured...) I just think it's sexy that he suffered a lot and he is weird with bizarre mannerisms.... I love u doggy.
The poor thing probably starts begging and whining whenever they start strapping him down for the shocks before becoming aggressive when he realizes they're not gonna let him out.... Only to end up whining and crying when it's over with because he peed himself- and his head hurts and he wants to go back to bed and he's so sorry for being a bad boy he won't do it again, whatever he did, he won't!!
It's heart breaking but so cute... I want to take care of him after, show some pity to the poor mutt.
Cw: yandere, manipulation, threats of violence, kidnapping
This isnt a drabble, more so just my thoughts about Charles as a character and his possibility for toxic love <3
First, some things I noted from reading about his character:
Charles has a longing for grandeur that's he's been scared off from due to having his heart broken by the devastating accident with Albert.
It's shown that he has a desire to seek out people but he doesn't know how to navigate socially saying he "cant handle enthusiasm".
Charles is very self critical, saying his compassion is false, even though he attempted to write letters of apology to Alberts children and wife after his death, when the company decided that they weren't liable for his death and it was his own fault.
"I have nothing but false compassion, and yet I'm incapable of bravery and sacrifice." I think that line alone is a very self aware yandere kinda thing... where they know they are being selfish and cruel but cant help their own desire.
He is messed up in many ways so I dont think its impossible or off the table, hes a very broken man (swoon), also described:
"By day, he was a construction worker working at heights, like a burly, rude and solitary brown bear in the crowd. By night, in a humble hut that was almost halfway underground"
Charles has traits that could work for a yandere-esque trope...
In conclusion, I could see him kidnapping a lover being very guilty, wanting to be gentle, apologetic... he'd honest and he tell you that he cant let you leave, and he'd have to hurt you if you try...
The kind of trope "isolated man that keeps to himself somewhere deep in the woods in a cabin, gets lonely and is easily infatuated."
Charles kidnaps you because he's just so lonely, but the rest of the world is too much to bear... he's a very emotional man but he is still big and strong and scary when he needs to be...
I remember when I was first getting into IDV, I wasn't sure I was going to play it a whole lot, I didn't know if I'd be interested in it...
Obviously now im very fixated on it, and while im obsessed with Antonio, Aesop is really who sold me on the game.
He was the first character I got and played. I've always had a bizarre fascination and infatuation with death work and seeing Aesops' character... ohhhhh, it was all too perfect.
Morticians, morgues, the practice itself, everything has fascinated me for years. Honestly, there are not enough characters or media to satiate the interest.
I'm just blabbering on now. There was no real point to this post haha, I was just thinking. I wish I could articulate my thoughts better, though, indulge myself and others with ideas/concepts.
Anyways, I'm gonna try and get some writing done soon. Maybe try and write something more interesting or niche, I dont know. Take care all :)
The excitment I felt when I finally checked my phone and saw this...
And then I watched it...
THEY ARE TORTURING ADA AND EMIL </3 IT HURTS SO BAD my heart cant take this... it's so good but I'm so bad at handling angst I just want to make them happy so bad T^T
Herztiers design and movment looks amazing, I'm so excited for more releases but like... the hope Ada had... and Emils suffering... it's too much I can't even talk about it im not good at describing it...
I have such a love hate relationship with angsty-drama stuff... oughhh... it's so sad...
