Paramour

Early 20's, any pronouns, I don't use autocorrect so any typos are authentic

[thesilentdumb]

Intro

Hi Hey Hello I'm Silent/Paramour and I like to yap :D

Before you continue...

This is unskippable.

I'm a firm believer in "don't like, don't read"!

In the case that I post something I deem mature or 18+ only, it will be marked as such and the content itself will be placed under a "read more". If someone under 18 (who lies about their age in order to access these things) proceeds to ignore that, I accept no responsibility in whatever happens after.

If you pretend to be an adult, you must be prepared to accept the consequences like an adult. No exceptions.

Boundaries?

All of the basics:

No racism

No anti-LGBTQ+

No ableism

I forgot the rest of the classic boundaries my bad I'll add them later

Additionally, no hate for the sake of hating. I understand that we may have different interests and interpretations, but denouncing me isn't going to make you superior, it just makes you mean. And that's so much worse.

Get to know me!

I absolutely love Reverse: 1999, which will be the main focus of what I post for the foreseeable future.

I mainly play visual novels, since I'm most attracted to games with a storyline, but I'll play just about anything if I get attached to the characters enough.

I find myself most attracted to characters that are 18 and above, though I also enjoy those with unknown/indiscernable ages if they don't act like children. This is because I actively prevent myself from getting too attached to underage characters, due to the fact that I like to think about everything when it comes to my favourite characters.

I mostly write poetry and short stories, both of which will be cross-posted to my ao3 account that bears the same name at my tumblr account :)

For the near future, I think I will be posting headcanons and short drabbles centred around randomly selected Reverse: 1999 character pairs. There is a wheel. These writings are so I can practice my characterisation, and explore my interpretation of these characters, so feel free to share how you would write them! I also take requests :3

The wheel only contains the characters playable on the global server, so any unplayable characters will have to be requested.

My writing is generally safe for work, but any NSFW I every write usually leans towards violent rather tham sexual. Either way, NSFW will be marked as such and placed under a read more :P

Ships? Ships... Ships!

What do I ship?

What don't I ship??

I've yet to find a ship that I actually dislike, only interpretations I don't enjoy.

I'll read anything if it's written well enough.

Most of all, I just want to see your passion. Seeing other people genuinely enjoying things makes me happy.

Even if I (initially) can't see a pairing working out, I'm more than happy to be convinced!

Given that this is all fictional, I don't particularly care about the morality or ethics that a certain ship may cross.

Don't like, don't read... But I like everything... So I'll read it all :D

Closing notes,

I'm fairly certain this isn't complete, and will definitely undergo revisions in the future.

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I keep finding people's accounts online.

I mean the same people.

Across multiple platforms.

Am I an unwilling stalker??

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It doesn't actually take me THAT long to write stuff.

I'm just really going through it mentally right now.

I get that nobody's going to see this but... yeah.

So sad. Literature isn't defended by those lounging in cozy rooms and listening to soothing music...

Yes that was a quote from the Idealist from Reverse 1999.

I am very very affected by fiction.

Be good to yourself. At least better than I am to me.

:P

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OH GOSH MY WRITING DRAFT THINGY WENT MISSING RECOLETA COME BACK TO ME I'M SORRY

I KNOW I'M NOT A GOOD WRITER BUT I'M TRYING

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Whims of The Wheel, part 2

Isolde and Lorelei

The girl wandered the halls aimlessly. She was unsure of how much time had passed since the little note had brought her here, but she didn't mind too much. How strange, she never would have thought that so many people could reside within a single suitcase.

Finding herself in the lobby, she glanced around the spacious room curiously. Until her sights settled on a nightingale perched beside the large window, chirping a wistful song.

"Hello Ms. Bird! Why is your song so sad?" The girl ran up to the nightingale, her bandaged fingers finding not feathers, but smooth, luxurious silk. She lowered her head gracefully to meet the girl's gaze. Her eyes looked somewhat hazy, as if she were dreaming.

"I miss Vienna," answered the nightingale, bringing a neatly embroidered handkerchief to her eye as a single tear fell, "not the stage, nor the empty house, but my Doctor." She let out a choked sob. "My Doctor, how I miss visiting cafes with her, smelling the musty scent of her clinic, seeing the vibrant arsenic green of her coat... I miss my home." She sighed and swallowed back her tears, having been raised better than to cry in public.

A doctor? Who would miss their doctor? Was the bird sick? "I'm sure you will meet her again soon." The girl attempted to soothe her, stroking her hair softly. "If your doctor is so good to you, something else must be keeping her away, no?"

"Of course! My Doctor could never be so cruel as to abandon our friendship." The nightingale breathed a quiet sigh of relief, not believing for a moment that her Doctor would ever leave her of her own volition.

And you, what is it that brought you here? Surely you're not an angel sent to banish my worries, aren't you?" With said worries placed to the side, even for a moment, the focus now shifted to the girl. She hummed thoughtfully before responding.

"I was brought here by a little note, one that told me I was needed elsewhere." That sounded about right. The note said that home wasn't safe anymore, so she was taken away by the people in white and black uniforms.. "I used to live in Vienna just like you, but Mama and Papa were always by my side, so our house was never empty."

The girl placed a hand on her conch, feeling it humming in her grasp. "I don't miss my home, they wouldn't want that for me. And I have no reason to be sad, since they promised to be with me in my hallucinations." She put her hands together, as if offending a silent prayer to her late parents.

Then she brought the blue shell to her ear, and began to hum along to its melody. The nightingale listened for a moment, before drawing a deep breath, and chirping a bright tune.

Notes:

Oh gosh they share the same pronouns I need to think of something different.

Forget how I wrote Vila and 6, I definitely messed up Isolde this time. I am so sorry Isolde. No comment on Lorelei, but I don't feel too confident on her either.

Perhaps I would write her a little better if she decided to join my suitcase...

Before you slice and dice me, please note that I'm writing these as character practice :P

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Whims of The Wheel, part 1

Vila and 6

"I'm afraid I can't quite find a meaning in all of this." 6 admitted, placing his paintbrush to the side at he examined his canvas. The coast of Apeiron stared back at him.

"Does everything have to have meaning? Can we not simply enjoy being?" Vila asked on response, continuing to brush her fingertips against her own canvas. It held a chaotic image. Bright bursts of pigment clashed and faded against the blue background, yet it held a sense of rhythm. Like the movement of the tide, there was a certain flow to it.

"I suppose not." He moved to stand behind her, perplexed by the scene before him. Despite 37's certainty that the rusalka was a fraction (since joining Vertin, she had received permission to reveal what type of number someone was if given prior consent), her work appeared irrational to the core.

The teacher's movements ceased without warning, before she stood back to admire her own work. She rested her chin in her left hand, smearing a blend of blue, green, and pink acrylic paint onto her cheeks. She tilted her head, then turned the canvas upside down.

"...I see." To his (mild) surprise, Vila has also painted the sea. What he had initially interpreted as "smears and drips of colour on a blue base" had bloomed into a lively coral reef.

It was simply a matter of perspective.

Notes:

I think I messed up both of their characters.

Thats what I get for using a wheel of names to pick what I write I guess...

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Unfortunately I've gotten inspired to start learning how to draw again. And I'm subjecting everyone else to it. Sorry in advance Aleph-enjoyers.

Last one is me getting crushed under Paracelsus because I tried to spin him around despite my lack of height 🫀

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I took a shower and my mum tucked in my Aleph plush keychain.

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Tennant attempted to seduce the beautiful blonde woman that occasionally visited the suitcase, whom she often saw staring into space and discussing philosophy with 37.

She was later spotted kicking rocks in the wilderness, having realised 6 was a man.

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Sotheby attempted to cook a nice meal for her friends, resulting in about a quarter of the suitcase population coming down with food poisoning.

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Nautika is still getting used to the quadrupedal life.

Fortunately she has new friends like Jessica and Jiu Niangzi to teach her all sorts of things. How to walk through the halls without knocking people over, when curiosity isn't worth getting stuck in the doorway, which windows get the best sunlight...

Unfortunately, they might also teach her weird things. Like how to terrorise a community of ~100 people in an enclosed environment and not get caught.

Send help.

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Aleph once hit his head after swinging on his chair the way you're not supposed to and knocked himself out.

It took the suitcase residents an embarrassingly long time to figure this out (since he has blood-red hair, doesn't speak unless spoken to (for the most part), and sleeps in really weird positions).

Eventually he was discovered by Flutterpage, who was planning to ask him another million questions until she was inevitably taken back to class.

...Perhaps knocking himself unconscious was for the best.

[sirpuntine]

Not only did mama raise a quitter, but she also raised a procrastinator, people-pleaser, doormat, coward, and liar, and you can’t put a price on that

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION

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This is clearly fate

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Learning (slowly working out) how to draw and it's rewiring my brain. Mostly figuring out how to doodle first, since I want to draw using relatively smooth lines. L

I feel like such a prick for ever disliking someone's art because I didn't think it was good.

The only thing keeping me going is sheer attraction to my blorbo. If that fizzles out I'm done until I get hopelessly addicted to another character. Although, I do have a couple (visually) simple OC's that keep trying to escape...

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Just pricked myself with a needle and let out the most unholy cat screech type sound ever. Not sure what sounds humans are supposed to make but it's probably not this.

Owwwww

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Someone has taken from my bottle in the fridge.

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Please note that this was a regular plastic bottle containing typical drinking-grade tap water. I do not imbibe.