#idv askblog

[ask-l4wyers]

hey admin what's your main's pfp

dont address it

[canvasinthefog]

hey! kicks you (affectionate)

⎝･･⎠⍦ "Bold move, from someone who is within stomping height"

[idv-news-boi]

Anon is so real tbh, I’d love to put Laurence in a microwave too. That or like shake him around like a jar of pennies.

//(the fact that it's based on the very first ask Lau did on this blog----) the microwave will always be there to haunt him/j

[ask-luckyguy-idv]

“Lots of new people recently, huh?”

[manor-tea-time]

PART 4 - I LIKE LIFE

꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆⋆꙳

Wayne awoke in his rocking chair once again, the clock still reading midnight. The fire was even still glowing with soft embers as if no time had passed at all and indeed, maybe it had not. 

“These dreams,” he said to himself, though he was uncertain that they were such, “Are far too much for me.”

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

A loud laugh sounded from his kitchen, one that sounded high and sweet and feminine, like a chiming bell. All of the hairs on the back of Wayne’s neck stood up as he looked towards the door that led to said room, where a bright warm glow was radiating from under the wood. He had not left the lights on, he knew this, and none of his lights were so bright.

With a great, shaky sigh, he stood up and slowly began towards the door. The sound of laughter continued, as did the sound of clinking glasses and pouring wine. The doorknob was warm as he turned it, as if someone had held it just before him. 

And when he entered his kitchen, his jaw dropped.

There were piles of cakes and pastries in the center of it all. Frosting, sugar, berries, all of it in a gargantuan pile in the center of the room in the shape of a throne. Upon this throne, sat a woman in heaps of luxurious green and red velvet. Her whole ensemble was dripping with embroidery and furs and holly and upon her head sat a crown of candles, that reminded him of the ghost he had seen only a few moments prior. 

She was holding a golden goblet and pouring a very generous helping for herself when he stumbled in. “Oh! Wayne, dear! Hello there! Hello! Merry Christmas, darling! Merry Christmas, babes!”

He stared up at this figure in shock. 

“Oh close your jaw. You’ll get wrinkles. At least, you’ll get even more,” the woman laughed, “You knew I was coming, didn’t you? Dear Allen warned you. And the Ghost of Christmas Past was already here! Would you like a drink? Maybe a little snack?”

“Who are you?”

With the grace of a dancer, the spectre crawled down from her throne and stood before the old man with a grin. With great horror he realized that she was incredibly tall, about ten feet or so. Her wine glass was about the size of his head. 

She said, “I am the Ghost of Christmas present. I’m here to show you the good times you are missing out on by being such a--”

“Please, spectre. You’re compatriot could not change my mind and neither will you. Leave my home and let me be.”

The ghost still smiled and shook her head, “My dear friend simply laid the groundwork so I could build on it a bit, ya know? Don’t act like you aren’t a little spooked.”

“Leave me be, spirit. I beg of you.”

The ghost waggled her finger. “Ah ah ah! I am here to help you learn the joys of Christmas! And understand the joys you have been denying other people! By the time I’m through with you, you will be loving life! Or at least liking it… Or at least not making everyone around you hate being alive, you know?”

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

Before Wayne could respond to such a sentiment, the ghost reached into her goblet and threw her hand in the air, causing a rain of glitter to fall down upon the pair like snow. He tried to bat the sparkles away, sneezing and coughing a bit, but when he opened his eyes he was, once again, somewhere new. 

He was at some sort of gathering with many people in their best attire. A lovely woman played piano in the corner of the room, some sort of holiday song while everyone danced and laughed and drank. Everyone smiled. 

“Where am I now, spectre?” he paused, “Or, I suppose you cannot tell me, like the last ghost.”

“Oh I know! I always know where the party is, silly! Look around! Look nice and hard!”

Wayne huffed and looked around, only to startle at the sound of a glass being hit with a fork. At the center of the ballroom stood his niece. She held up the wine glass with a smile and everyone in the room paused their merriment to look at her. 

“Hello, my dear friends! I will leave you to your dancing and drinking in just a moment, but first! I would like to make a toast.”

The entirety of the room raised their glasses as well as she delicately cleared her throat.

“To Christmas! To the darkest of times being over soon! To friends and family! And to my Uncle Wayne, who could not make it to today’s feast.”

At the mention of Wayne multiple glasses were put back on tables, no longer raised and multiple grumbles filled the room. The ghost cackled as she took one of the unattended glasses and took a drink for herself.

Therese took their disdain well, only chuckling lightly. “I know. I know. However, Wayne is my dear uncle. He is family! And Christmas is all about family.”

A partygoer, who Wayne did not recognize snorted and called out, “He’s a self righteous asshole.”

Wayne sneered at them, even though they couldn’t see him. 

His niece put her hand to her heart and continued. “You must understand, my dear friends. My mother, bless her soul, left this world as I came into it on a Christmas night not too dissimilar to this one… Part of me wonders if that is why old Wayne is so cold. I want to believe that, maybe one day his heart will mend and I will be able to see what my mother saw in him.”

Wayne’s shoulders slumped. He had not given the girl the time of day, not in the many years since she had been born. She had always been nothing but a reminder of the dearest loved one he had lost. 

“She’s awfully nice to you,” the ghost said, “and you’re not so nice to her. Imagine what May would say…”

“I… may have been unfair to Therese. I understand this, at the very least.”

The ghost clapped her hands and laughed. “Oh! Well isn’t that something! Let’s keep the good times rolling then, yeah? To another party!” She reached into the punch bowl and pulled out yet another hand of sparkling green glitter that covered the world in light. 

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

When the last of the magic had rained down onto the ground, Wayne found himself standing in a much, much smaller room. It reminded him of his childhood home, barely livable, yet extremely lived in. 

In the center of the hovel stood two figures, a small girl (who was chiefly focused on sewing some sort of toy) and Alden. 

The little girl had long blonde hair and a sweet smile. She seemed to favor one leg over the other, but did not bother using a crutch as she sat. 

“Aw,” said the ghost, who was now much smaller so as to fit into such a small room, “Cute kid.”

“I… I did not know Alden had a child.”

“Have you ever asked?”

“...No.” Wayne admitted. Neither did he know that his employee was living in such conditions. Sure, the old man had often docked Alden’s pay for menial things, but it would have been enough for any man to live.

“Almost done with the goose!” Alden called out to his daughter and laughed, “It looks a bit… Alien, but I think it will do! I had to get a really skinny one if we were going to afford a goose this year but I don’t hate it! It’ll be enough food for the three of us!”

“I’m sure it will be great, father,” the girl said as she held up her stuffed doll. “Yes! I fixed him!” “Look at you, kiddo! Before you know it, you’ll be the world’s best sewer!”

“Do you mean seamstress, father?”

“Yes! That’s the word!” He laughed as he pulled out the goose from the stone oven. It looked perhaps a little burnt, and it was indeed a very skinny goose. Wayne cringed at the memories of living in such a manner.

The ghost leaned on his shoulder and shook her head. “Don’t turn up your nose now, rich boy. That was you once upon a time.”

“That is why I disdain it.”

“You pay him. You’re the reason he lives like this.” The ghost studied her nails and drank from her goblet. 

He turned to her with a scrunched nose. “If he wastes his money on menial things, that is a commentary on his character not mine.”

“Menial things?” The ghost raised her eyebrow. “Do you see any trinkets or baubles throughout this house? Finery? Rugs? Drapes? Fine china? Hell, good vodka?”

Wayne looked about but could not find anything that did not seem to be made (and quite poorly at that) by hand. “He,” Wayne huffed, “is probably gambling it all away then, as my father did.”

“I don’t think so. Look harder.” She grabbed his face and forced him to look at the little girl, who was making her plush doll toddle about.

Her cheeks were oddly gaunt for someone so young and her eyes sagged a bit. She looked tired. Little hands, which were happy to play, were shaking with weakness and she hunched ever so slightly in her chair. 

She was ill. Gravely so.

“Poor child…” Wayne whispered.

“Medicine is expensive. They can only rarely get treatment and without the proper care,” the ghost shook her head, “She’s getting worse.”

As if hearing the grave prophecy the ghost whispered in the ear of the old man, the little girl began to cough. It was a dreadful cough, like she was drowning on land. Her father ran over to her side, his normally smiling face stricken with sudden panic as he held her. 

“Just… Just breathe, kiddo,” Alden whispered.

“She can’t, you fool,” Wayne said with despair dripping off of his words like condensation. He turned to the ghost in desperation and asked, “How long does she have, if she is not being treated?”

“I don’t know. The future is not my domain. I only know the present is grim. You are not without the power to make it better,” she crossed her arms.

He looked at the ground, shame finally beginning to grab hold in his soul. 

“Come,” said the ghost, “His wife will be home soon and she is not a fan of yours, no matter how much Alden defends you.”

“He defends me?” Wayne asked, incredulously as he followed her out into the snowy streets and the house disappeared behind them. 

Now, standing in a snowy street that lacked any houses, the ghost turned to him with calm eyes. “In the present, yes. I do not know if he will continue to do so in the future. That is not for me to know.”

He sighed and pushed his hair out of his face. “The girl is already sick. I cannot change my past actions, spectre.”

“You can change what you do from here on out, though,” she said as she reached up to pull a candle off of her crown. “You can make the present filled with joy and love. The present is yours Wayne. The future is yet to come. The past is unchangeable, but the present is where change happens. Remember this, silly mortal.”

She dropped the candle onto her robes, which immediately lit up into flames. Wayne stumbled back as fire engulfed her dress as she laughed. 

“Good luck, babes! Remember what I told you!” She began to dance about as the fire drew up higher and higher and licked her face as her eyes glowed gold with embers. “And Wayne dear! Good luck with the next spectre! Real doozy that one!”

Light filled Wayne’s eyes as she giggled and all went dark.

꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆⋆꙳

[2 Characters Unlocked!]

[necromancer-idv]

(´⊗ゝ⊗`)<…is it true…that you raise the dead…?

@idv-ask-the-man-in-gray

"Seems yet another embalmer has come to question my abilities. The same face, yet a different aura. I have already answered this type of question before, yet it seems curiosity will never be satiated. Curiosity killed the cat, but it seems it never deterred those familiar with death. Yes, I can raise the dead. I can mess with the natural order while also aiding it. A delicious contradiction just like your existence.

Other Embalmers such as yourself seem to loathe me, or simply gawk at my craft. With all these embalmers coming out of the woodwork to seek me out, dare I say, it feels like I have entranced you all like some siren beckoning their prey. So, what of you? Will you stare in awe, or berate me? Will you stand to the side and watch from afar, or come to my siren's call? Either way, the result is not what you expect, but I am willing to reward those brave enough to take action."

[ask-idv-noir]

Greetings, Mr. Noir. What’s your relationship with Crimson like?

Skepticism is a keyword, apparently.

[askidvladytruth]

Intro Post

Welcome! This is a blog dedicated to roleplaying Lady Truth from the T&I Series in IDV.

𐙚˙⋆˙⟡Rules⟡˙⋆𐙚˙

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

Ocs are welcome, but please keep them in the T&I setting.

Nothing xenophobic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.

No strong NSFW.

𐙚˙⋆˙⟡Other Important Things to Note⟡˙⋆𐙚˙:

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

Along with this, please keep in mind I am my own person. If an ask makes me extremely uncomfortable or otherwise breaks the rules listed here, there's a high likelihood that I won't respond to it/delete it.

𐙚˙⋆˙⟡General Tag Guide⟡˙⋆𐙚

#[Letter Recived!] - Anons

#[Investigation in Progress!] - Roleplay Responses

#[Mun Muses] - Mun talking OOc

[ask-idv-soulweaver]

Dear Visitors,

Once a famous burlesque actress. When the audience lost interest in her, she went on to perform at a third-rate circus troupe, with the strong wish to get on the stage again and become a star with all eyes on her.

Violetta is now available for asks!

ABOUT || INBOX | SUBMIT || MASTERLIST

[simplifiedboris]

[IDV OC]

Dear Visitors,

That dream you constantly come back to as you lay your head restless.. is it your desire for the certain guest of this dream? Or perhaps you wish to obtain the man’s treasure he constantly mentions? Well… they treasure is you in his eyes.

[ask-victor-grantzcampbell]

(´⊗ゝ⊗`)< “after all this time…you are still here?”

@idv-ask-the-man-in-gray

It would be hard for me to leave the manor after all. Should I not be here?

[ask-l4wyers]

do we need to establish the A.L.B.A (anti lawyer beam association)

[hakurines]

🍡 Anon here guyz!! ERM >_< draw alva oiled up and spread on a bed >.<

wh-

[ask-idv-baker]

"Miss Anastazja, y-you left your basket last match... Here, I-I brought it back!" ┏(┏へ●●)へ＜

"O-Oh..! T-Thank you, Miss Violetta..! I-I was wondering where I-I left it.."

Once she got her basket back, she popped it open and pulled out a muffin before handing it over to Violetta.

"H-Here, a-a thank you for bringing my basket back..!"

[manor-tea-time]

Tea Time Holidays - Christmas Carol Collab

A fuzzy feeling fills the air as that festive time of year once again comes around. From the harmonious noise of carols echoing down the street, to the ever so sweet tastes of handmade goodie, not to mention the joy of finding the perfect gift for a friend! Oh! Its all too hard not to get caught up into the merriment of it all, isn't it?

But oh? What's this?

It seems someone isn't as thrilled to be apart of such activities this year... ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

-Collab Details-

Hello!! Happy Holidays everyone! Its crazy to think that soon this is gonna be the second Christmas this blog has seen. Time flies by so quickly, doesn't it? It makes me feel so reminicant and happy.

Anyways, this essance is a little special in comparison to the other 2 I have made. Why? Well, this one will have a fully written retelling of a Christmas Carol made for it done by the lovely @littlegloriosa! Thats right - a silly holiday fic featuring some of your favorite goobers!

The upload schedule will be twice per week after this post goes live! So keep an eye out for installments in the story under the following tag:

#AVeryIDVChristmas

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

-Costume/Character List-

"Scrooge" - { Wayne Strickland / @manor-tea-time }

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

Mr Cratchit - { Alden West / @ask-idv-astronaut }

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

"Tiny Tim" - { Memory / Just IDV in general Lmao }

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

"Jacob Marley" - { Allan Crowell / @bloody-trio }

No Chain Ver

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

The Ghost of Christmas Past - { Archer / @ask-archer-idv }

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

The Ghost of Christmas Present - { Tatya Baudelair / @tatya-time }

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come - { Kanat / @friedclownshrimp }

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

Festive Niece - { Therese Bernadotte / @ask-the-identity-5-senses }

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

Past Love - { Jamie / @manor-tea-time }

⋆⁺₊❅.☃︎⋆⁺₊❅.

Note: Character Art will unlock as the story progresses! If you volunteered a lad, and don't see finished art of them here, don't panic! They will be revealed at some point before the 24th.

If you wish to see them before hand though, feel welcome to ask for their sheets via DMs or Anon :] ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

And now some words from Emma! Take it away pookums!

AHEM!!!! I write stuff. Please enjoy. :3

"Christmas is approaching, but Wayne isn’t feeling it. Everything is ba humbug! Unfortunately everyone around him loves the holidays. It would take a miracle to get him on the same page, though. Or maybe a few friendly ghosts…"

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

[necromancer-idv]

Emma: Hey there!! Staying warm this winter? I can't stand the cold it kills my flowers :(

"I must apologize, but I am not at my castle at this moment, so I must entertain guests another day. Though, I am as warm as a corpse could be, I still dress like to dress heavily as it does bring some form of comfort in such a strange winter. There is hardly any snow, yet it is as cold as ever, so I suspect a shift in the World Tree's influence. However, please do not fret. Spring will come soon, and with it, the world will wake up to new life. Flowers come and go, but you can preserve their beauty. Press them with a heavy book or item, hang them upside down in a cold part of your home for several weeks, or keep them by a hearth to crisp. I, personally, take the time to gather many wildflowers or pick some from my personal garden, and hang them, so I could prepare them for today specifically. It is the anniversary of my twin's death, so I am heading to his grave with the flowers I collected and preserved so that they will not wither away thus keeping his memory alive."