#idv stage performer

[bloodfiendarling]

𝓶𝔂𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓾𝓶 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

a .. anon chan ...? oh my god .. are you a mind reader ? a saint , perhaps ..? ive had a similar idea for months , i just never got to writing it (shy ,,)

thank u so so much for the idv req >_< i didnt think id get any so early .. this fic took heavy inspo from saya no uta , too .. i rlly did give him the fuminori treatment ..

another case of — written by my dick — this is so horrible .. im so sorry frederick sama ..

DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT .

pairing — pioneer research!frederick x hallucinated!reader

wc — ~1.1k

contains — coa vii setting, fem reader (the form reader takes , i guess . theyre kind of not real ..), reader referred to with it/its prns, mindfuck, dubcon .? (is it dubcon if hes on shrooms and doing it to himself . i gen dont know, emeto, body horror, hallucinations, reader is a hallucination, self harm (scratching), established past relationship w reader

playing .. mushrooms • mili

even in such a desolate land, frederick still has the desire to create his work — his music. the composer’s desire for creation still persists, and with the chaos, he found inspiration.

…and unluckily for him, he had a slump.

nothing in the current area could inspire him for music. it frustrated him. even as he played away on the abandoned piano he found — nothing quite stuck to him right. it all felt too empty.

so tonight, frederick decided on leaving. just for one night, though. he’ll return by the next morning, of course — it’d be too dangerous to stay any longer. and where’s the harm in it, anyway? him and his team have been hopping from abandoned building to another.. be it to study more about the fungi or just to rest up.

he took a pen and paper, writing a note to leave behind — a short one, but at the very least it told them he’ll be fine… he’s sure qi will be scolding him afterwards, but.. it’d be well worth it.

as he signed it, he left it on the dirty table they’ve been using. taking his gas-mask to leave. the world is barren. everything was abandoned, there were those mushrooms everywhere. everything within frederick’s field of vision was nothing but a wasteland.

after a good, long walk he stumbled upon an abandoned music venue. it was big — it was grand. he’s sure he could find some inspiration and maybe even a new instrument.

little did the composer know, the venue was a big source of mycelium fungi.

he opened the heavy doors, looking around. a big stage in the middle, and seats all around for the audience to sit. it brought him back to his past for a bit — when he was shown on a stage — being praised for his music. ‘it was like a ray of divine light,’ they’d say.

that stage still had a piano on it. he walked between the empty seats, making his way onto the stage. the piano… it somehow still looked brand new, weirdly enough. it even sounded just like so, properly tuned and cared for.

it didn’t feel real. he thought he was dreaming. frederick sat himself down, performing as if there was an audience. he hasn’t gotten the chance to use such high-quality equipment ever since the infection spread.. he’ll definitely stay for a little longer.

even if it wasn’t real.

the composer peeked around backstage, and somehow, it looked clean. nothing like what he’d usually see. an infected corpse, bloodied walls, some mycelium growing.. none of that. it looked polished in here.. he’ll tell his group he found a new place for them when he gets back.

even if it was filthy in a sane man’s eyes.

it was getting late — he could tell that much. he’s sure his group wouldn’t mind if he came back a little later. he has in the past, anyway.. it didn’t make much problems. he sat down, back against a wall, just looking at all the equipment backstage before drifting to a dreamless sleep.

only to be woken up by a horrible sight. everything looked different from last night. no longer was it that clean place he saw the night before. it was horrid. worse than anything he’s ever seen — flesh and mushrooms coating the walls. the floor felt moist, almost as if it were actual meat. and the smell — god, the smell. poor frederick threw his head to the side and threw up. his throat burns. what even happened here..? was last night all fake?

it got worse when he saw those flesh-like veins start to crawl all over body. with wide eyes, he scratched and hit himself. it didn’t hurt, oddly enough. his body felt weirdly numb — though, frederick was a little too disoriented to notice.

“are you okay, frederick?”

he heard a voice. a woman’s voice — you..? how..?

it can’t be real — but it looked and sounded just like reality. just like you. could it be a hallucination..? no, no.. he’s seen how his groupmates reacted to the mycelium’s hallucinogenic spores — none of them ever mentioned anything like this.. he would know. it’s happened to him a few times before, too.

he placed his hand over his gas-mask, only for it to have a fleshy feel. he could see teeth and blood on his palm — panicking, the composer grabbed onto the mask of his, not realizing it was, in fact — his gas-mask. in his mind, it looked like a piece of gore had latched onto his face. he pulled onto it hopelessly. he wanted it off.

“ah, you’ll hurt yourself..” you cup his face, slowly taking the mask off. in frederick eyes, it really was a young woman helping him discard the living flesh off his face — letting him take a breath. though, it was nothing like that in reality.

he had just taken off his mask in a high risk area.

it felt like fresh air — though he was overwhelmed by the smell of rot after a few seconds, gagging. he can’t help but still see ‘you’ as a fake. but he can’t help but still give in.

“what are you doing here by yourself, anyway..?” it asks.

his jaw locked up, he can’t say anything. frederick looks down, he looks ashamed, almost. why? he didn’t know, either. he just knew whatever it was, it was you — and he’ll believe entirely.

“does it hurt, frederick?” it asks, caressing frederick’s cheek. ‘you’ could see a few red scratch marks on them.. ah.. the way it said those words — alongside those gentle actions. it really was you here in his mind. he can’t help but nod, pressing his knees against his chest and rambling nonsense.

“everything — all of it hurts.” he mumbled. ‘you’ wanted to comfort the composer. and he wanted that comfort, too — he longed for you after you disappeared. who knew he’d find you here of all places.

“do you want me to make you feel good, frederick?”

of course he did. he wanted you again. he missed you. he craved for you. your warmth. you. the composer didn’t care if this ‘you’ wasn’t real.

he watched you climb on top of him, pressing featherlight kisses onto him. as if fungi wasn’t already seeping into his tongue. frederick wrapped his arms around ‘you’ — when in reality they were enveloping himself — scratching red, bloody lines into his skin.

more openings for the spores to use him as a host. for ‘you’ to use him as a dear host.

frederick’s nose started bleeding, some of it had gotten into his ear — though, he paid no mind to it.. it felt like little kisses and bites on his earlobe — just like how you did it back then.

he felt your hands around his neck, how your lips felt against them, too. ah, he was in pure bliss. even if the room looked and smelled like rot — at least ‘you’ — no, it — was here to make him forget about everything.

maybe the rest of his group wouldn’t mind if he just left..

maybe he should stay just a little longer

idv masterlist ♥︎

[antoimne]

hellooooo, may i request any 3 idv men with a reader who is afraid to be in a relationship? fear of commitment basically even though they really love their boy. (anon has a fear of commitment so…)

Frederick, Edgar and Naib x !fear of committment reader

hey! I'm so sorry I took this long but my motivation's been shit again lately :,) I apologized and hope you can enjoy this^^

(also, I get u anon, unfortunately).

🎼 Frederick Kreiburg
Frederick was used to moving from stage to stage, performing for wealthy patrons and climbing the ladder of fame — finally being acknowledged for his talent. He lived without strings attached, with only his goals in sight. The relationships he formed were fleeting: friendships superficial, romance merely a tool or a temporary comfort.

So when he met you, he felt an odd sense of kinship. Not because you’d give everything up for your ambitions, but because you, too, didn’t cling to permanence. He understood it — the weight of not belonging, the suffocation that came with people demanding more than you could give.

You’d tried, once. Tried to be like everyone else seemed to be. Dating, talking daily, hand-holding, pet names — all of it made your stomach churn uncomfortably. It wasn’t that you didn’t love. You did. But intimacy, when expected, felt like a cage.

With Frederick, it was different. No labels. No expectations. You spent time together. Talked. He even taught you simple piano pieces. Sometimes it still got overwhelming, especially after you’d shared your first kiss. You cared for him deeply, and that terrified you. So when it got too much, you isolated.

And he never got mad. He understood it, how you felt. That’s how your bond worked — space when needed, connection when possible. Quiet love. Respectful love. Something real, pure,even without a proper name.

🎨 Edgar Valden
Like Frederick, Edgar was used to admiration — for his art, not for who he was. Love and affection? Foreign concepts. Of course, he understood romance in theory. But in practice? He had never found solace in another's presence. Never craved someone's touch.

Part of it was his upbringing. Another part was his belief that he saw deeper than most — a quiet superiority he used to mask his loneliness.

Then he met you.

The bond was intense. New emotions surfaced. He felt vulnerable, unguarded. You felt the same. Careful. Hesitant. Uncomfortably real. You’d sit side by side in the garden, paint together as he finished one of his latest works, talk by the fireplace with your knees touching as he covered you with a blanket.

You gave him everything you could — and sometimes, that meant disappearing to recharge. He didn’t always understand it, but he tried. Maybe it stung when you vanished for a few days, but he never held it against you. He waited. Quietly. Patiently. Sometimes he left a sketch he had taken of you sleeping next to him slide under your door— a wordless “I’m still here.”

You didn’t want to pull away. But sometimes love was just… too much. Still, you were trying. Trying to lean into his touch without obnoxious feelings cluttering your head. Trying to let the warmth in, even if it scared you. And Edgar — he would wait as long as it took.

🪙 Naib Subedar
(slight hurt/comfort for this one!!)

Naib was rough around the edges — a mercenary with a ton of blood on his hands. But with you, he was gentle. His hands, scarred and calloused, felt soft against your skin. His voice, normally commanding and cold, dropped low and warm.

To you, he felt too good to be true. Which is exactly why it hurt so much.

You loved him. Deeply. But you couldn’t give him what he needed — not fully. You knew it- and he shoul've known too. The future talk, the intimacy, the vulnerability — it was all too much. Sometimes his words felt like pressure. When he imagined a life with you, meeting his family, building something real — your stomach knotted. You wanted to run.

You had run. You’d ignored him for days, not because you needed space — but because you were trying to push him away. Maybe if you disappeared, he’d stop loving you. Maybe it would be easier that way.

But Naib wasn’t one to give up.

“Hey,” his voice made you jump as you saw his face, peeking through your semi open door.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

“I’m tired,” you muttered.

He raised an eyebrow at your obvious lie and stepped in anyway. “You’ve been acting weird.”

“I just needed time—”

“Don’t bullshit me,” he said. “You’ve been avoiding me like I’m the plague.”

You didn’t answer. You hated confrontation — especially this kind.

“I just think... this isn’t working,” you finally whispered.

He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Not this again.”

“I’m serious.”

“Yeah, and I’m seriously sick of this fear talking for you.”

“It’s not fear.”

“It is,” he snapped, then softened. “And I get it. But I’m not leaving.”

You swallowed hard. “You deserve someone who can give you more.”

He didn’t flinch. “Cool. Problem is — I don’t want anyone else.”

Silence.

“I’ll give you time, space, whatever you need. Just… let me be here with you along the way. Please.”

You sighed and then surrendered, nodding. Just barely.

And he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. No judgment. Just love. Stronger than the fear trying to pull you apart. Naib knew how you were when he decided to love you, fully- and he was here for it. All of it.

————-

Choose them cuz I think they’d be the most fitting in a way, both for being a bit avoidant themselves or just hcs lol

Tho I think there would definitely be more characters fitting 🤧

[iseriacelestinadesaulniers]

hello there, if it isn’t too much trouble may i request frederick, edgar, and joseph from idv with an actress s/o? they used to know her as some poor girl acting for money, but now that she’s a little older, she’s one of the most famous theatre actresses they know :)

(not me asking for you to cater to my poor little theatre kid heart…)

Actress Reader!

I'm sorry for keeping you wait for so long! My phone broke, again...

Frederick Kreiburg

° Back then, you borrowed rehearsal spaces and slipped coins into street pianos for practice and someone he ever didn't even took seriously.

- But then your name began echoing across opera houses and salons, you? The girl who sang even with empty stomach? The one he once told "Your tempo is a mess"?

° The first time he saw you again, stage bathed in light... Let's just say how a man finally saw their greatest love once again.

• Of course he attended your shows in secret.

- Sat in the back, always clapped last.

- He felt like a boy again, shamed, stunned, and drawn like a moth to your light.

Edgar Valden

• Hmph.

- "That beggar girl? An actress now?" He sneered once. "She couldn’t even speak from her diaphragm."

° he sketched you once though.

- Long ago.

- Backstage and he still kept that drawing, unfinished.

• When you finally spoke to him, he expected arrogance yet instead your voice was calm like a river and made his hand twitch to sketch you again.

° "You’re beautiful now"

- "I mean your expression, on stage. Captivating."

Joseph Desaulniers

• Well you were once the girl he pitied, offered bread to outside theatres.

- You always bowed every time.

- He remembered the hunger in your gaze, not only for food but for applause and fame.

° When your posters began to appear across cities...

- "That girl, she’s alive?" he whispered.

- He went to your performance (Why would he not)

- Visited you backstage, roses in hand. You looked older, and brighter.

[totallynotpochacco]

I really like your writing for idv . If you dont mind can I request headcannon for Frederick and Victor with a modern idol s/o ?

“To love the famous.”

Contains; a crappy title; fluff; maybe a tad oc?; I wrote this at 1 am so it sucks;

In your era, you’re a famous idol with the voice of an angel. Loved by all and adored by many. Yet no one will adore you or love you more than him.

Victor

He will listen to you talk for ages.

If he’s being honest, Victor lives for your voice.

Since he doesn’t really have one of his own, yours makes up for it!

He has wrote to you before in a letter that, “Your voice is confident and determined, yet so soft and loving. The conundrum of it all has me weak.”

Your number one fan hands down.

He supports you no matter what and will help you any way he can.

Wick is your second number one fan!

She will bark along with your singing <3

Victor loves the small lullaby’s you’ll hum at night while you hold him.

It’s extremely comforting and makes him feel so loved.

During bad times, he’ll think of those moments and lightly hums the songs to make him feel better.

Let’s say you werent at the manor and he was able to attend your concert he’d be so excited

Very enthusiastic clapping coming from him

Doesn’t want to seem like he’s using your fame to get special treatment so he’ll buy front row tickets to support you

He’s doing the best he can, and he loves you a lot

You have something he could never have, yet he respects you and cherishes you for it <3

Fredrick

He’s impressed, and will definitely help you practice.

Your each others muses <3

He’s written beautiful pieces in your name, and it’s only fitting that you do the same!

A surprise performance featuring your newest and unreleased song dedicated to him, yet not specified, has him blushing from his piano.

He’d never let anyone see, trying to hide and focus on his art.

Will kiss you gently and passionately behind stage as a thank you.

Takes you on a romantic date to further prove his gratitude.

When he has his moments of frustration as new melody just won’t form together, he reverts back to playing your tunes until it clicks.

If that doesn’t work then he’ll seek you out, silently and embarrassingly asking you to hold him. Letting your fingers brush through his pale strands to relax him.

He hates showing his weaknesses, but sometimes he’ll let his emotions slip during powerful moments.

Like when he’s mid performance, with you in the crowd, and he’s giving it his all. Fingers hitting the keys at rapid speeds and with force. Letting the music speak for his feelings.

Fredrick also somewhat famous, will either be on stage with you or in the front row, dead center, so you can see his tiny smile when you lock eyes.

He doesn’t always mind being treated like any other fan but he finds it ridiculous that he has to wait outside of your dressing room, even though he’s your partner. It’s not like he’s some crazed paparazzi for heavens sake.

He uses his title as your boyfriend, and famous piano player, to get into whatever places he wants.

If it’s in his arsenal he’s going to use it.

I’m sorry for not posting in a while, take this as an apology!

[kanasmusings]

[ENG Subs DL] Identity V Stage Episode 4: "Phantom of the Monochrome"

Hello, hello~! I'm back with more Identity V Stage~! After Episode 3 wrapped up, I thought we wouldn't be getting anymore IDV Stages, but I'm so glad that not only did we get Episode 4, we also got Episode 5! The cast additions have been really wonderful, and I'd honestly be up for more episodes~

Episode 4: Phantom of the Monochrome focuses on Luca Balsa for the Survivor Side, and Wu Chang for the Hunter Side. The overall atmosphere and pacing definitely feel different from the first three, but I'd say it was really good and compelling in its own right! The Hunter Side story definitely hit me hard. (///￣ ￣///)

In any case, thank you so much for everyone's patience with me regarding these subtitles! It took a lot longer to finish than I anticipated, but I'm really happy to have been able to work on them~

For those who want a copy of the Blu-ray and are able to buy, here's a purchase link: CDJapan (International cards and shipping available)

Episodes 1-3 and Thanksgiving Festival Subtitles + Troubleshooting Guide Masterpost here: WordPress

Notes, disclaimers, and link under the cut, enjoy~! (´• ω •`) ♡

NOTES:

※ THE FILE IS SUBTITLES ONLY, VIDEO IS NOT INCLUDED!

All songs and lyrics were translated by me. A bit of creative liberty was exercised to fit context and for smoother word flow.

RULES:

[MOST IMPORTANT] Please DO NOT re-post the subs and the link outside of Tumblr! If you want to share outside, please, please DM me about it and link my blog to your post. That’s all I ask.

Please DO NOT remove my credits.

Please DO NOT re-translate without permission.

SUBS DL LINK: GOOGLE DRIVE

Folder includes:

Survivor Side Main Show + Special Comedy Performance Subs

Hunter Side Main Show + Special Comedy Performance Subs

Original songs lyrics + translation PDFs

General reminders, disclaimers, and translation notes

※ Please only DM me if there is a problem with the subtitles. I cannot help you if it’s related to the videos.

[galateacakes]

Explaining IDV characters' lore bc I'm bored (Part 6)

Note: I researched upon different sources so let me know if I forgot something or wrote anything wrong <3 Also, I'm only covering backstories/pre manor lore and won't go fully explain like what exactly happened to them during the games.

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮 𝗭𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 (The Female Dancer)

▪︎ Before she appeared on the circus, she was a simple, young lady named Natasha Hayward under the care of her aunt and uncle, Marjory and Eugene Hayward. The three immigrated to Lakeside Village and became residents there.

▪︎ At some point, she came to see the circus set up nearby and met Sergi, a man playing as the smiling clown. Sergi took Natasha out on spontaneous dates. At some point, he gifted her a music box.

▪︎ However, her uncle Eugene seemingly dissaproves from her dating Sergei. He proves this point by locking all of the house's doors but only leaves a window open, which Sergei used to snuck in.

▪︎ He had Natasha sprinkle "soothing salt" in their soup to make them fall asleep so she could escape easily.

▪︎ Eventually, she joined the circus as an animal tamer under the stage name Natalie Zelle. Sergi then proposed to her, soon enough, the two became married.

▪︎ However, their relationship took an unhealthy turn in which Sergi became an alcoholic and would physically abuse Natalie off stage.

▪︎ Another clown, Joker, saw her scars and confronted her about it. He wrote down a letter to her one night, and she sought refuge in his tent.

▪︎ Sergei eventually found out about this and became extremely envious of the fact that Joker had a crush for her. So, he took one of the clown's face paint and mixed it with one of the acrobat's chemicals; which caused burns and permanent scars on Joker's face as he applied it later on before a performance.

▪︎ Soon after, the circus was set into flames by someone who is known as the "Carnival Killer," causing the people inside to be slaughtered, and the only survivors in the incident were Margaretha and Murro. (Mike was away at that time as he was purchasing supplies for his bombs)

▪︎ With losing her husband in the blaze, she became a dancer upon the name of "Margaretha Zelle," to make money but fell into poverty later on.

▪︎ She then went to the Manor for a chance to become a millionaire and to gain a sense of 'freedom'.

That's all thank you !! (This has been on my drafts for so long, I polished this first before posting so let me know if I missed something (´∧ω∧｀*) )

[yumenorton]

Welcome to the show!

This is the wonderful world of miss

Clementine O’Rafferty!

Born to a lower income family, miss Clementine had grown up from humble beginnings. She grew up with no need for toys, as she played in the forests on the outskirts of the little town she lived in, in Northern Ireland. And the older she grew, the more her parents saw the raw and natural talent that she possessed.

From then on, she became well known to all as the local wonder of the town, with her supernatural ability to be good at everything you could hand her!

And her main area of expertise? The arts!

Being booked and busy performing for rich aristocrats and nobles, being invited to parties at the ripe age of 8; miss Clementine was to be the youngest performer anyone had ever seen! And her parents couldn’t be any prouder of the woman they had raised, and of the status they watched her climb to, all from their own efforts.

But of course, in the world of wonder and magic, where the stage lights illuminate the beauty, can’t always be perfect. And hidden behind the curtain, was a world far more sinister, than anyone could’ve dreamed up.

A world, that poor miss Clementine had been trapped in for 15 years.

Perhaps, it was time, for a new stage to take hold.

With a letter in hand, and a new found sense of freedom, Clementine took off into the depths of the english countryside in the hopes of looking for redemption inside the manor.

Character info!

Hello everyone! This is my oc/yume Makoto Clementine O’Rafferty!

(Drawn by my lovely friend @valentine-memoir )

She’s half Japanese half Irish born on the outskirts of a small town in northern Ireland!

Her mother: Misaki Inoue

Her father: Seamus O’Rafferty

MBTI: ENTP

Zodiac info: scorpio sun, sagittarius rising, pisces moon

Birthday: October 30th, xx78

Her age is 23-24 years old, and she’s naturally gifted in the musical/theatrical arts. She’s also got a photographic memory in anything art and music related.

Backstory:

She was born into a poorer family, her mother being an immigrant and her father being a farmer. Her mother was always abusive to her, and her father was never home most nights to help stop the abuse so makoto had developed forms of psychosis to deal with her reality pre spotlight. She often played with the animals in the forest, making up friends and pretending.

TW: CSA/Forced servitude Implications and Murder

Post Spotlight:

Her mother first found out about makoto’s singing and musical abilities when she was 8 years old, after walking into town and seeing her pick up an old fiddle. From then on Makoto’s mother began to force her to play in the town, earning money for the family to not only pay off any debts, but slowly gain more and more wealth, with Makoto never seeing a penny.

She was first rented out by aristocrats at the age of 12.

Her mother would often sell her to the highest bidder to perform and play at parties on the weekends that would often lead to rather insidious behavior once the parties were over.

And her home life only got worse the more popular she became.

After 15 years of being forced into the spotlight and 11 years of forced servitude to the rich, makoto needed to find a way out.

Makoto ended up murdering one of the wealthy nobles that she would call her “Regulars”, and went home in a rage to kill her mother and burned down the house.

It was then when she got a letter from the manor, within it, promising her redemption and a chance in the spotlight without being horribly abused.

OOC Info || About me!

My name is makoto or mako! My pronouns are she/he! And i’m born in 01’ !

My first language isn’t english and i’m half japanese as well!

I’m super into IDV and i main Norton, luca and frederick as survivors and joseph, fools gold and naiad as hunters!

If you ever wanna talk more about the yume/oc i created, share fan art and concepts of ocs n yumes together, roleplay our ocs/yumes/canon, play games etc, my dms are always open!

(20+ only)

Ending with my favorite little commission eheheh

[llocket]

okay so first is andrew and hes literally perfect (HES MEEE IM ANDREW TRUST!)

"Andrew Kreiss was ostracized by society due to albinism, with only his mother for consolation. They were evicted from their home by Landlord Marshall, who wanted his mother to abandon ‘the cursed child’. His mother died from illness later. He became a grave keeper when he grew up, at Laz Cemetery. Shortly after, corpses started to disappear from coffins after he saw a poster for wanting bodies of medical value. Since most of the people at Laz were only there because they were rich and not good people like Andrew thought deserved to be there, he dug up their corpses and sold them for medical study. After being discovered, he fled the cemetery. A letter of invitation from the Manor later changed everything- the letter’s words let Andrew feel warmth and understanding for the first time in a long time. He decided to go to the Manor and see for himself; perhaps he could find the answer he seeks there."

theres his background, so like basically hes so cool.

"

At Oletus Manor, Andrew was hired as part of the Manor staff. His job was to handle the "slabs" that were sent to him, making tombstones for them. One day, a new "slab" arrived with an invitation letter. Andrew saw this letter as a chance to return to the Temple.[7][8]

During his Manor Game, Andrew met someone he called "Mr. Will", which was the three Will brothers pretending to be one person. Andrew was asked about Mr. Will's parents, to which he knew nothing of. Mr. Will also asked Andrew to play a supporting role in his "performance", to which Andrew declined.[9]

At first, Andrew was able to communicate normally with the other members of this game. However, later in the game he stopped communicating with Antonio and 3-?-2[10] due to changes in their emotional expression. 3-1-4 was polite to Andrew, while 3-1-5 extracted information from him while concealing their own intentions. As Andrew was focused on being able to enter the "Temple," hindered his ability to see the true intentions of those in his game.[11]

3-1-5 formed a temporary alliance with Andrew at some point. As Andrew was familiar with the Manor's layout 3-1-4 used his help to set a fire underneath the stage, which resulted in 3-1-4's death. After 3-1-4 died, 3-1-5 was hostile towards Andrew, which he did not notice. 3-1-5 manipulated him with their acting skills, giving Andrew false praise for his work. This ultimately led to Andrew's death.[11]"

all was gathered from the IDV wiki...heh.... BUT HES LITTERALLY SOOO ME LIKE OMG I LOVE BRO...erm

look at his GOOFY face (make more content i need to feed)

woah andrew seems like a really well written character ALSO THEYRE ALBINO??? TAHTS SO COOL????? thats such a W for albino people 💞 i love that...

im so happy that idv has good rep, thats so cool

i need to get back into idv when i caaaaan... dude it seems like they added a billion characters after i left WHICH IS COOL i cant wait to get back into it

[askthepianist]

❛ Oh, my angel of music, come to me! ❜

The Phantom of the Opera Essence

In the Paris Opera House, there exists a myth: one of a phantom, who lurkes the catacombs of the place, always keeping eyes on everyone who enters and leaves - and who also terrorizes those who they don't deem "worth" of being on stage. Of course, for the rich crowd who comes to see the spetacles, it is simply a hoax, but, for those who actually work in the opera...It is something to not be taken lightly.

S tier || The Phantom of the Opera - [Angeline Bianchi] ❝ A child who hides behind a mask cannot ever face their true fears. They will simply stay alone in the shadows, indulging in their obsessions until their end finally comes.❞

A tier || Think of Me - [Phineas] @idv-ask-the-showman ❝ Your father always told you to never give up on your dreams, and to always go forward, no matter the difficulties you see along your way...But ah, still...Things are so difficult...Good things your angel of music is alongside you!❞ This character is in the fiancee of All i Ask of You!

A tier || All I Ask of You - [Beatriz] @traditional-dancer-idv ❝ This "Angel of Music"...They must not be a good person...Oh please, my dear...Take care. I know you say they only want to help you, but...Do you truly know their intentions?❞ This character is the fiancee of Think of Me!

B tier || Leading Soprano - [Liam] @idv-thespians ❝ People always say you do not deserve you position, that you are simply a snobbish figure, even the so called "phantom" thinks so...But you know that, deep down, all of these are simply lies, you know your worth, and no one will make you forget that!❞

B tier || Ballerina - [Beth] @ask-idv-baker ❝ Oh, Think of Me! You once again got such an amazing role! I'm so proud of you! I wish to one day get one too, and to now only be the backstage dancer...❞ This character is Think of Me best friend!

B tier || Main Coreographer - [Aventurine] @my-fortified-wager ❝Everyone, get into your positions! And don't forget your lines again! Ah, youngsters...It reminds me so much of that girl...Is she still in those catacombs?....Such a wasted talent...❞ This character has ties with The Phantom of the Opera!

B tier || Artistic Lover - [Delilah] @manor-tea-time ❝When we acquired this theater, i didn't expect the rumors to be actually true...And this phantom...They keep interrupting the performances and scaring our actors...What should we do, Banknotes? We cannot let art go to waste!❞ This character is the owner of the Paris Opera House alongside Banknotes!

B tier || Banknotes - [Orpheus] @musedevoted ❝Ugh, Artistic Lover...You were always so annoying with your "love for art" personality! Listen...If business is still flowing, we shouldn't bother! Also...This phantom gives us more popularity, and keeps giving us new opera sheets...So why should we try to change it?❞ This character is the owner of the Paris Opera House alongside Artistic Lover!

More information about the Essence + Rules!

This essence is obviously inspired by "The Phantom of the Opera", taking inspiration from both the book and the movies, however, it will have some changes made to it, as it has been some time since i have read the book.

If you want to claim a spot, just send me your character in the askbox or in my dms alongside the role you want them to take! Since it is a rather small essence, please send at max 1 character per person!

None of the roles have any type of gender attached to them, so you can take any of the roles, no matter the gender of your muse!

All muses can participate! Oc, canon, crossover and so on!

I ask all muses sent to be adults, since the essence will have themes such as kidnapping, murder, obsessive behavior and so on!

As i'm making another essence alongside this one, it might take some time for me to finish all skins, so ask you to PLEASE be patient!

[nururu]

Matthias' full preview came out and ppl are like "finally idv remembers it's a horror game" and like?????? idv knows it's a horror game. I think it's YALL that get stuck in imagination land & interpret it as not a horror, on your own. y'all can't even accept that Nortons not a good guy. like idv is constantly being like "his nice personality is a fake performance used as a means to an end" the Ronald skin, where he's a stage actor and it's insinuating that he's only charming and likeable when he's putting on an act but when no one is watching he's desperate and greedy and only looking out for himself. his skin called "two faced". his mining director skin which has the tag line "Behind every fortunate and successful main character is a cast of foolish supporting characters.". all of this and more and I still see ppl trying to cope by being like "well he's only doing this bc he's traumatized and all he needs is ppl to care about him in order to heal" Norton HAD people who cared about him and he played the long con manipulating them in order to get what he needed from them and then dipped out once he had it. Norton didn't have a great relationship with his colleagues but he had a good relationship with Benny and his bosses absolutely loved him and gave him praise and piles of recommendation letters. and he got a full promotion, so dying in the mines and being extremely poor and having to work himself to the bone was no longer even a worry for him, on top of that HE was pioneering new magnetic technology(making a name for himself) and he STILL chose to take a hitman job to kill a woman for money. he STILL chose to go to the manor. he had remedied his situation and his greed and self preservation were still his driving force. idv is a horror game. Norton is a villain. he might have solid reasons but that doesn't excuse anything.

[ask-idv-comedian]

Just a little something I made for

@ask-idv-stageperformer and @ask-idv-dollmaker

[idv-ask-the-showman]

{OC Random Quotes}

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶

Phineas Smith:-

“Whenever someone try to insult me with “You not just a clown, you the entire circus” i thanks them!!”

“People always would assume that working in a circus automatically make you a clown and a failure in life!! But oh~ how naive of them to even think like that while not knowing what’s actually going on behind the stages. Someone must be brave and skilful to just perform in a circus and to get a wonderful smile and laugh from everyone”

“I have no idea when my love for tea started but it sure is one of the only things that calm me down after a long tiring day.”

“Smile!! You never fully dressed without one~”

“My shows always have a story to tell like a storybook and it is up to the audience to put it all together to use their imagination!!”

“THIS IS MY SHOW!!!!” (Angry/lost it)

“My little brother can be a bit sensitive if in a good or bad way but I’m the end he is a good kid and a smart one at that who cares for his family and friends… after all he still a kid and shouldn’t even be here in this game” (about Flynn)

“Lily and Gabriel are my childhood friends!! So you can just imagine my sheer excitement and joy when I saw them once again after all this time after I come here, hahah~” (about Lily and Gabriel @ask-the-artist-lily)

“Heifu? Oh yeah~ he was the first person I met when I arrived to the manor!! and let us just say our first meeting wasn’t the… Friendliest. BUT we are now somewhat friends with a small rivalry.” (about Heifu @idv-ask-the-unknown)

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶

Flynn Smith:-

“I self taught myself how to use the daggers when I saw the other crew use them to perform and nobody known about this until my father find out but he allowed me to continue after seeing how skilled I was!”

“I like sweet a LOT!! So much so I think it become a problem sometimes but can you blame me?”

“Those voices in my head… they can be so annoying and especially with Sanity.”

“I love my big brother so much but he can be quite naive and childish that I have to act as the adult one at times… hahah is fun tho” (about Phineas)

“I don’t know Lily and Gabriel as long as my brother does of course but they are so kind and nice to me and when Gabriel is around I can rest assured that everything would be fin under his watch and I can actually act like a normal kid!!” (about Gabriel and Lily)

“Heifu is so much fun to spend time with and I enjoy the cute little butterfly he have!!” (About Heifu)

“Never underestimate me just because I am a child… the last person who did ended up dismembered~ HEHEH~ =)” (Sanity talking)

“Even if he hates me, Flynn can not do anything without me and he know it but refuses to admit it =)” (Sanity talking)

“One day I will have control over the body ^^!” (Sanity talking)

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A bit long but meh!! I am the type who always like to put a lot of words and details Hahah

[paigelts05]

Programmer, 'Addy Wery' [IDV OC]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/Programmer-Addy-Wery-IDV-OC-967568600

Published:Jun 17, 2023

ID: Programmer Name: Addy Wery Real Name: Anna Rose Whitney. Type: Decoder. External traits: Automation: The programmer is obsessed with automating only the most dangerous tasks. when decoding, press action button to begin encoding a punch card. (takes 20% (subect to buff/nerf) decoding progress of a cipher to fill a punch card). For each punch card, once the exit gates are activated, can use punch cards to decode exit gates by 10% (subject to buff/nerf) per punch card. Card is used and progress is applied instantly. Can have up to 7 punch cards (subject to buff/nerf). Has to click action button for each punch card. Punch cards are a tertiary item. The programmer can pick up and use items. Codebreaker: the programmer's decoding speed is increased by 5%. Presentation fright: The programmer is terified of presenting her work, fearing it'll fail, causing more damage than it fixes. Once the exit gates are powered, vaulting speed is reduced by 10%. Healing speed is reduced by 10%. Time required to heal will be increased by 10%. Story brief She is a girl pretending to be a guy in order to be taken seriously, so not only is her performance anxiety trait her fearing her codes will fail, but also that she'll be revealed to not be entirely what she's presented either (she just wants to be taken seriously). Uses Addy Wery as her male persona. She only lets herself be Anna Rose Whitney when around people she trust to not spill her secrets. About: So far I don't have much but she's skittish and has huge stage fright. When she's somewhere she considers 'safe', she'll drop the charade of not-a-girl.

And here’s one of the drawings of her I did when I was trying to figure out what she’d look like (before I added the coat)

[sora-writes-things]

Protection

IDV AU Oneshot (Body Guard AU)

Content Warnings: Mainly just cursing. A bit of blood, but it’s brief and isn’t much to worry about. Barely worth mentioning, actually.

Enjoy!

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Luca was... A very strange person, to put it lightly.

He was a pretty nice guy, but he just had a lot of little quirks about him that honestly made Aesop question things a little bit.

Yeah, the guy was a really smart inventor, and he was really good with technology and stuff, but god was he crazy as hell sometimes. He’d go from calmly talking about a machine he’s working on, to all of a sudden standing up defiantly on the work table and challenging God to a sword duel or something.

Moments like that led Aesop to thinking that maybe this “Luca Balsa” guy didn’t actually need his help. That he didn’t really need his protection, but he just wanted it to say he had it.

In fact, Aesop wasn’t even sure that anybody was actually going to try to hurt him. Was he well-known enough to have assassins after him? Were there people who legitimately wanted him dead? Sure, Luca was quite a bastard at times, but to assume that someone would get that pissed off at something he’d said was a bit of a stretch...

...Or so it seemed.

“C’mon Acey! Come sit next to me!” A smug smile spread across the inventor’s face as he patted the seat next to him. “You know you want to~”

Aesop sighed, crossing his arms and sitting in the chair next to his client. “Please stop calling me ‘Acey’... Makes me think it’s a nickname for a dog or something.”

“Whoops, my bad. I’ll shorten it to Ace then.”

Aesop rolled his eyes, but allowed a light smile to appear on his face for a brief instant. Luca was a pain in the ass sometimes, but he really was a great guy to be around. Chaotic, for sure, but wonderfully enthusiastic nonetheless.

“Oh uh... Unless you don’t... like that nickname?”

Aesop snapped out of his thoughts at the slightly hesitant question. “Uhh... Ace is fine. I don’t really mind.”

Luca smiled. “Let’s just enjoy the show. Tracy said it was pretty good.” He leaned over towards Aesop a little bit, which caused him to flinch slightly.

The young body guard lifted a hand to his face, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing ever so slightly. Dammit. This was not what he was supposed to be doing. He was meant to be on the lookout for threats, not sitting here cuddling with his client.

...Although... It was pretty nice to relax for a bit with someone else in his company.

“...You know I’m here to protect you, right?”

“I know!” Luca snuggled up closer to Aesop. “But you still make a really good pillow.”

The silver-haired body guard was silent for a moment. “Fuck, why am I soft now?” He murmured under his breath finally, his voice barely audible.

“What was that?” Luca asked, turning his head and looking up at his guard.

Aesop turned his head away, his face turning bright red. “Nothing. It’s fine.”

He looked out over the sea of people below their parlor seats, scanning them and trying to scope out which ones might cause trouble. He didn’t see anyone suspicious... Hopefully it stayed that way. He really didn’t want to have to make things ugly if he could avoid it.

Luca took ahold of Aesop’s arm and held it close, cuddling it like he would a beloved stuffed animal... Which only made the body guard even more distracted.

Part of him wanted to tell him to back off. He was being a huge distraction, and it was his own life that was at risk here.

...But Aesop couldn’t force himself to do it. It felt so nice... Having someone leaning into him, trusting him with all his heart, and feeling safe under his protection... It was a feeling Aesop hadn’t felt with anyone else before.

He was brought out of his thoughts as the theater lights went out, and a spotlight turned on, following a beautiful female actress in a flowing, near-white dress that was lined with light pink fur as she walked onto the stage, making a few opening statements before she exited the stage, getting ready for the performance.

Aesop was turning his head to look down at Luca when something caught his attention.

Past the curtain behind him, he could see a dark silhouette of a hooded figure... slowly lifting up what looked like some type of a rifle.

Aesop felt his heart begin to race as he immediately picked up on the threat, abruptly pulling away from Luca’s gentle grasp as he shot up out of his chair, drawing a gleaming, silver dagger out of a holster in his pocket.

Luca sat upright, tilting his head to the side as Aesop made a mad dash out of the parlor room without saying a word.

The silver-haired body guard wasted no time in throwing himself at the hooded to-be killer, holding his dagger up to the man’s neck while trying to wrestle the rifle from his hands.

A gleam of determination appeared in the assassin’s ice-blue eyes as he twisted his body around, grabbing ahold of Aesop’s hand and pinning the blade against the young man’s own neck, using his rifle to keep him restrained against his body.

Fuck, this guy was tough.

“Get out of the way, kid. I’ve got work to do here,” the assassin hissed, an almost regretful tone in his voice.

Aesop went still for a brief instant before he suddenly lashed out, making a noise that resembled a growl as he kicked backwards against the assassin’s legs, causing him to stagger back and let him go.

He quickly tore the dagger out of the assassin’s hand and, acting on instincts alone, slashed at the hooded man’s arm, causing him to cry out in a mix of pain and alarm as he was forced to drop his rifle.

While he was distracted, Aesop slammed his body weight into him and pressed him against the wall, making him unable to move.

He looked down at the sleeve of his jacket, which was stained red with blood, and he clicked his tongue a few times, as if he were disappointed. “Damn... What a shame.”

He looked the assassin in the eyes, his expression completely deadpan. “You got blood on my favorite jacket.”

The attacker swallowed hard, a slight glint of fear in his icy-blue eyes.

“Now talk. Who are you, who sent you, and why is Mr. Balsa your target?” Aesop demanded, the somewhat light-hearted gleam in his eyes vanishing.

“Naib Subedar. That’s my name.” He huffed, as if worn out by the struggle. “I was just sent by some dude on the streets. Don’t know his name. I didn’t care enough to find it out.”

“Strange thing for a hired assassin to say,” Aesop growled.

“I swear, it’s the truth. I very rarely find out my clients’ names. I only do this to make money. It’s nothing personal towards him.” Naib said defensively. “The guy offered me a really good price. I had to take it. Luca Balsa isn’t worth as much as that bounty is.”

For some strange reason, Aesop found himself overcome with rage at the statement. He suddenly slammed his hands against Naib’s shoulders in his anger, causing him to flinch.

“Don’t you dare talk about my client that way. He’s worth everything in the world, and if you could even start to consider otherwise, your heart is as cold and ruthless as-“ He cut himself off, realizing where his thoughts were going.

No. He’d never give that bastard that kind of credit. Saying that would make him seem like a better person, and he certainly didn’t deserve that.

Aesop shook his head. “You get my point.” He felt his face beginning to burn as he began to realize what he’d said about Luca. He sighed, turning his head away and loosening his grip on Naib’s shoulder.

The assassin gave him a look of confusion, and opened his mouth to ask a question, but was quickly silenced.

“Get out of here. Leave, and never, ever try to hurt Mr. Balsa again. If you do...” Aesop looked at the assassin with a look that was as cold as ice. “I won’t just let you go with nothing more than a slit wrist and a bruised sense of dignity. You won’t be getting away with life still in your body. Understand?”

Naib scrambled back frantically, nodding his head before snagging his rifle off of the ground and beelining out of the theater, not even casting a second glance back at the young body guard.

Aesop watched him go, his hand slowly rising to his neck, where he felt a small bead of blood touch the tip of his finger.

Oh... So the guy actually did manage to land a scratch.

He drew back his hand and stared at the small drop of blood, completely unfazed by it. It was only a small cut. It would heal.

For now... He needed to go back to the one he was meant to protect. He could deal with his injury later. Luca needed him to make sure he was safe.

He turned back towards the parlor room and slipped in silently past the curtains, just as Lady Bella began to sing from the center of the stage.

Luca glanced over his shoulder, his gaze lighting up at the sight of his body guard. “Ace! You’re just in time! The play is starting!”

The silver-haired guard gave a soft smile as he sat down next to his client and allowed him to lean into him, as he had before.

They watched as the woman in the flowing white dress danced across the stage, her melodious voice echoing throughout the theater alongside the sounds of instruments playing in the background.

‘Who am I? A dream, or a lie? Living on the praises, lifted me high.’

Aesop felt Luca’s hand slowly crept into the palm of his own; an action which would have normally made the young man slightly uncomfortable, but provided him a sense of security for once.

‘Bella Donna! Bella Donna! Who can hear the “Tick Tock”, hiding in the crystalline.’

A smile drifted across his face and, for once, he didn’t try to hide it. He instead, chose to embrace it.

This was his purpose. To make the one he served feel as safe as he could. And if he felt safe enough to lean into his embrace without hesitation?

He was doing his job flawlessly.

[kanasmusings]

Hello, sorry to bother but do you know what’s happening with the IDV stage play? It looks like they’re getting ready for Ep3 but I can’t seem to find any info on Ep2..

Hello! No worries, it’s no bother at all ^^

Oh! IDV Stage’s Episode 2 got cancelled because of the COVID-19 crisis in Japan. It was scheduled to perform on June 2nd to June 7th this year, but like a lot of stages, they got cancelled. They’re hoping to re-schedule the play, but so far there’s been no news or confirmation if they can. (I’m really hoping that they would be able to though!)

Episode 3 is scheduled for September, so they’re releasing ticket information and cast updates right now ^^ 

I will probably update with a screaming post if they ever do re-schedule Episode 2 though XD

[idv-thespians]

“An actor? How intriguing. I've heard of your performances before— Shiloh is your name, no?” Adalyn asked, but her eyes shone with a hidden interest. “Well, the name is Adalyn. Adalyn Adlere— the novelist, if you may. It's a pleasure to meet you.” she said with a smile, but it was clear to them that her smile held a hint of knowledge. [@idv-murder-mystery-utopia]

“ah, it is lovely to hear my name be remembered after I've left the stage!”

His initial joy quickly dispersed when he noticed the other’s smile, and the way she looked at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, and you know my name already, Ms Adlere.”

He did not trust her smile one bit. What did she know about him? She seems to be withholding much more than she knows, and this unsettled him greatly.

@idv-murder-mystery-utopia