#idv-ask-the-empath

[wisheswagered]

okay, continuing from my last post. i’m using a very loose interpretation of greek mythology here because idv’s universe is different from our own & to compensate for my lack of knowledge, whoops!

what if the kreiburg’s, in the ancient past, were blessed or rewarded by euterpe somehow, perhaps for being one of the last/longest standing families to worship her even as the centuries passed?

this is what gave them their incredible skill at music and composing. the kreiburg’s in the modern day/idv’s era don’t exactly believe in euterpe’s literal existence in the same way, though maybe some of them do, but they still value their traditions and religious practices involving her very highly.

however, for whatever reason, frederick wasn’t blessed by euterpe, perhaps due to being chosen by another muse - melpomene, instead. i’m not sure what caused her to choose him in particular. maybe it was due to the death of his twin, or his psychotic disorders, and she empathized with him due to those things - or maybe they were caused by her blessing instead. i’m unsure at the moment, though i’d really like to develop this point more...

regardless, though, frederick still inherited his family’s love of music - but as someone not favored by euterpe, his composing skills could never match up to their standards. in contrast, to an extent, he’s followed by tragedy instead - which might have influenced his ultimate fate in the manor as well.

melpomene might consider him a child of hers of sorts, and since in some sources she was said to be the mother of the sirens, maybe that links frederick to the sirens in some way as well?? i’m not sure yet. i’d just love for him to have some link to the sea if possible because i’m obsessed with it help

ALTERNATIVE VERSION: euterpe and the muses don’t actually exist and are merely a product of myth/religion, but the kreiburg’s still believe in them/worship them. frederick in particular prays to euterpe often, asking for guidance for his composing and believing that he missed out on her blessing - but in reality, the kreiburg family’s skill in music is just a genetic talent that frederick happened not to inherit. he feels a connection of sorts with melpomene due to the tragedy of his sibling’s death and his lack of talent, but it’s not one he wants to acknowledge at all. that could be all/it could end there, but maybe some other supernatural force - afterall, we know the supernatural exists in idv through characters like hastur and yidhra - heard his prayers, and responded to them in it’s own way...

[ask-the-gamekeeper]

Duo matches always made her nervous. She typically never played in them for the sole fact that so much could happen at once. She hated feeling the distress of it all, not only from her powers but also herself. And as most duo matches tend to be, they were short a player, so she had went ahead and filled in. Who were the hunters for this round again…? It was… Bonbon and Bane, wasn’t it…?

This felt like it’d be a difficult match.

In search of a cipher, she wandered the Eversleeping Town- or at least, the recreation of it. She isn’t sure how “real” it is. Nothing at the manor felt real.

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Now, Bane did not like to go friendly. It was something everybody was sure to have realised by now, with how mercilessly he went about his matches. Really, why would he go friendly in the first place? The Baron had assigned him this role and he refused to fail the man twice. He'd learned his lesson about kindness long ago... Of course, sometimes his friends would try to convince him to go easy on the survivors, or to just go friendly. If it was because they themselves weren't feeling up to the match then of course he'd understand. He'd gladly just try to play well enough for the both of them to win while he let his friend rest. Convincing him to go friendly as well though...

It took a while, Bonbon relentlessly using every tactic they could in order to try and convince him. For a moment he was tempted to simply walk off to hunt the survivors himself! The robot was damn lucky he felt to be in a more agreeable mood... So it was with a sigh that he reluctantly gave in to the robot he knew wouldn't have given up in their quest. Hey, he'd thought, at least he could spend some time with Bonbon, right?

Wrong, apparently. Rather than hide away within a corner of the map like Bane would prefer, Bonbon was insistent that it would be more fun interacting with survivors. He'd have to tell Burke to schedule another maintenance check because there must've been a few screws loose for Bonbon to think he was even remotely willing to interact with survivors in a more positive way... Still, the robot continued their attempts, beginning to push him forwards and forcing him to stumble along lest he fall over. Tch... who cared if the survivors were left unaware that they were going friendly this round? So what if they were to be tense and uneasy the whole time just waiting and expecting an attack? It wasn't his damn fault and besides, if they didn't know then they'd continue on to escape as quickly as possible and thus allowing him to leave as soon as possible!

Yet alas, the robot didn't seem to care, simply making sure he walked through the surprisingly empty streets with him until eventually they found a survivor further down trying to decode one of the cypher machines. Instantly Bonbon ran after them as they bolted away, trying to show that they were friendly and calling for their attention as they did.

This just left Bane to wander on alone.... He'd just find some corner of the map to hide in, now that his pushy companion was gone. So onwards he went, wandering the streets in the search for somewhere nice to relax, gait more slowed than when hunting and hook still firmly attached to his belt. His head was tilted high, simply surveying his surroundings in a manner more suited for taking in the details rather than scrutinizing any and every shadow for a survivor. Silently he noted the details, forming a mental map within his mind as he went along.

Despite the current situation though, he hadn't quite expected to see any more survivors, taking pause when he turned the corner and found none other than that 'empath' walking along. For a moment he froze, fingers twitching and barely resisting the instinctual urge to send out his hook. He was friendly, no hunting survivors... A quiet sigh escaped him as he tried to force the alarm bells in his head to silence and the tension to escape him. What was it friendly hunters were supposed to do? Spin...? ... No way he was doing that. Huffing, he considered simply turning around and leaving while he could.

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[ask-victor-grantzcampbell]

“Hello… oh goodness… um… are you intoxicated…? Perhaps you should sit down and drink some water…? I’ll keep you safe. Please be more careful about leaving yourself vulnerable.”

@idv-ask-the-empath

Everyone is so nice~ and friendly~ I'm so happy that I'm here with everyone~! You're so warm!

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[ask-burke-lapadura]

Well, this was certainly something, huh? His lips pressed into a firm line, humming softly. Somewhere private to discuss this... He didn’t like where this was going... Then again, he didn’t really like anything about this situation at all. Regardless, he gave an understanding nod and a chuckle, fingers tapping against his staff. “Of course! Those survivors can be a real pesky lot, can’t they? I’ll make sure nobody hears a word... Just follow after me!” With that said he turned around and began walking towards his lab. Rather than actually entering, though, he moved past it to instead stop before his supposed bedroom. It took a minute or two to actually find the keys, grumbling to himself as he searched before finally finding it with a grin, sticking it in and opening up carefully, holding it open for her before closing and locking it once again. 

“Make yourself comfortable or whatever...”

The place seemed more like a guest room than anything, though. Dusty and cold, personal items non-existent. Even the bed, although unmade and messy, appeared as though it hadn’t been touched in weeks. It was mostly clean and organised but only due to disuse. That was what made it special, though. Why spy upon a room that isn’t even used? There were no hidden cameras or speakers, not even a single piece of technology for communication with the master of the house. Even the transceivers he usually held on him had been left behind when he’d left the lab earlier. He generally lived in his lab more often than not, having even been forced by Bane to set up a basic bed in there so he would have an alternative to simply sleeping at his desk. Now it seemed like it was his turn to try and repay the favour, whether the man liked it or not.

A sigh escaped him as he leaned against the wall just beside the chest of drawers. His brow was furrowed as his finger tapped against his staff, the metallic sound ringing and repetitive. Although the action and expression could be seen as impatience, those who knew him well enough could tell the concern it truly held. “Now... you wanna tell me what the fuck happened during that match? Bane keeps brushing it off and your letter was just as useless.” Of course, the gesture was... somewhat appreciated, a little suspicious (granted, he was always a little skeptical and suspicious of everybody in general, but the letter, cryptic and confusing as fuck, made him more suspicious than usual), but in the end rather useless considering he’d known something had happened the moment he had next caught sight of his friend, lumbering about with that self-destructive tension in his shoulders and unusually curt responses. Bonbon hadn’t a clue of what happened either... With the gamekeeper being so stubborn he had little choice other than to try and get whatever information he could out of Delara.

She... was a strange one. She always made sure to inform him when one of those brats messed with his machines and returned what she could, but always refused to tell him whose ass he needed to kick. A shame, but he’d be sure to find out someday. At the very least he’d been glad to have somebody in the manor who was at least somewhat helpful. Granted, it may be a ploy to get his trust or something, but at least he didn’t need to keep ordering new parts or digging through the mess of his lab so often. It was clear that she was more on the smart side, though, at least having the common sense to take this conversation elsewhere.

There was something strange going on. That much, Burke knew well. Something had happened during Bane's last match and he was determined to find out what. Unfortunately though, his old friend had hidden himself away in the forest again. This left Burke with just one option... the only survivor in that match which Bonbon hadn't seen. Luckily for him, he managed to luck into finding her on one of his breaks. "Ah, just the woman I was looking for!" @ask-burke-lapadura

She seemed startled when he spoke to her. She hadn’t been paying attention, and she was only mindlessly wandering so she could get her mind off of… she inhaled sharply before exhaling somewhat shakily. She supposed she should have known it was someone else when she suddenly felt a burning curiosity amongst her ever deepening concern… she turns to the older man, her brows knit together in a way that made her expression come across as confused and almost troubled. She hadn’t meant any offense she just… didn’t expect anyone to actively seek her out. And especially after her last game, she could recall her teammates collectively agreeing to simply leave her be so she wouldn’t have to worry about overwhelming herself… even the baron had sent her a letter the very next day to take a few extra days of rest for herself, and that he had requested the hunters to avoid speaking or interacting with her so as to not induce any more “stress related hallucinations”.

Ever since she got the letter, she had been… very on edge. She knew well enough when someone was lying to her, regardless of whether they were in person or not. She knew what she saw and what she felt… she knew what the Gamekeeper felt too. It was all… a mess. So much of a mess that she knew the only way to keep things clean, was to deny it all. Even if she knew what was true. She had been in enough positions to know that the truth tended to worsen problems…

“Oh… are you… are you sure it is me you want at the moment…?” She asks, polite but cautious as was usual for her. What did he want from her anyways…? She wondered if he was here about the Gamekeeper… after all they were close. She would t have been surprised if the events had put the hunter off, and made him feel… a little troubled, to say the least. But if so, did the mad scientist have to speak to her like this…? Then again… perhaps he wanted to tell if she were lying or not. Writing was one thing, but being able to read one’s face was another… still. At the end of the day, she concluded that it had to be about his friend. He didn’t seem to be keen on interacting with other survivors, and she figured that the the only reason why he’d bother her specifically, was to talk about… what happened. She supposed she’d let him know… in all truth, she was worried about the hunter, not to mention she’d do anything to lift the crushing weight of what she had saw. What she had felt.

“My apologies if there has been any trouble… but I assure you… it has nothing to do with me…” She says with more caution, anxiously looking at the paintings on the wall, and the corners of the hallway where the shadows seemed to be unnervingly dark in spite of the lighting. “However, if you’d like to discuss the nature of these troubles, I may be able to point you in the right direction as to the cause…? I must ask though… if we are to do so, may we go somewhere more… secure…? I would hate for anyone to hear me being a tattletale...” The way she speaks is a bit more… deliberate, and vague enough to connect to any thought. She’s speaking casually and even meekly enough that it sounds almost earnest, yet there’s a level of control that she had with her tone and the pacing of her words, that showed that she knew exactly what he may have wanted to discuss. She just hoped he understood that she wished for more security if they were going to speak… now that she had seen what she had saw, followed by the baron’s letter… she wasn’t sure if privacy was real in the manor. After the incident, she wouldn’t have been surprised if it wasn’t… she glanced to a painting on the wall… was it always looking in their direction…?

@ask-burke-lapadura

[idv-ask-azrael]

“Hello… I don’t believe I have met you before… who are you…?”

@idv-ask-the-empath

"That depends on a few things~", Azrael responded immediately. "First: circumstance! I am a hunter first, a demon second and a somewhat nice person only at the very end. As such I promise you, I can will hunter each and every survivor down in matches. Always. Without mercy."

As usual, the hunt stood above everything. Yet the demon's tone was not really threatening. This was a friendly reminder, not a threat even if it may have sounded like one. It was just that many survivors expected hunter to turn nice the second they knew the other's name.

"So don't expect me to go nice on you" And he added quickly: "But in private? Depends on you entirely~ Work is work and pleasure is pleasure. I prefer to strictly separate these two things."

"Oh, but I think that was too much of me and to little of what you wanted to know", he suddenly noticed. "My name is Azrael. And you are?"

[ask-the-coordinator-idv]

Just to let y’all know, I’m going to close this blog down. I’ll leave it up if you wanna look at the few things I ended up drawing, but otherwise I’m just never going to touch this blog again. I’m sorry y’all, I’m just not good at focusing and committing to this sort of stuff.

Also, likewise, I’m closing down my empathy blog as well. @idv-ask-the-empath

[ursa-ironii]

Thinking of possibly rebooting my @idv-ask-the-empath blog again 👁👁

[idv-ask-the-empath]

His distress seemed to rubbing off on her because she is momentarily just as distressingly enamored with the state of her tattered cloak as he is. However, she manages to pull out of the unexpected wave of emotion, and takes a moment to reconstitute herself before she nods.

“Ah, it is nice to meet you Mister Sinclaire… my name is Delara Whispers.” The woman says, having been caught off guard by the sudden change of focus and tone. “I am truly so sorry about the state of it… it has been… trying these past few days.” She says, properly undoing her cloak before gently handing him the practically decaying garment. As she spoke, memories of hunters grabbing her by her cloak, or just barely nicking the fabric with blades as she ran past flash into her head.

“I have done my best to mend it, however I am not an expert, and… in the past it was never me who fixed it if I happened to tear it…” She says, absentmindedly rubbing the golden band around her ring finger… there were two different memories that she could recall with bittersweet fondness. One of them was of an older woman, wrinkled and gray, fixing the poor thing and speaking comforting words as Delara had sat at her feet with teary eyes. The other was of another woman around her own age, with red wild hair and a similar golden band around her own ring finger, laughing brightly as she teased Delara about some embarrassing mishap.

Out of everything the woman wore, it seemed that her ring was the most well taken care of thing she owned. It was polished and clean, with not even a scratch on it despite its age and all the difficulties she had experienced in the manor. Not that she didn’t care about her cloak either, however it was simply easier to take care of.

“Is there anything I can do, or should do to help…?”

“Ah, hello… I’m sorry that this is the circumstance that we are first meeting, but you’re a tailor, right…? My cloak is beginning to fall apart and tear around a few of the seams… would you be able to help me repair it…?” @idv-ask-the-empath

The tailor was immersed in some new project in his hands, needle not slowing even as he tunes into the voice behind him. He glances over his shoulder once, twice, thrー

"Oh, darling, what did you do!"

He disregards the fabric, sloppily folding it over his arm to reach for the woman's cloak. His lips press together, then begin to frown. Gloved fingers run over tattered seams and torn stitching. He almost looks distressed the longer he inspects the piece.

"So reckless... Truly, it will be an easy job, but what have you been doing to this poor thing?"

His tone is soft, but stern. He seems to care much for his craft and things aligned to it. But he blinks a few times after looking up from the cloak to the woman it belongs to, then gasps softly and presses a hand to his chest.

"Ah, where are my manners! Sinclaire, Morgan Pierce. A pleasure!"

He bows his head to the woman and absent-mindedly strokes the seams of the cloak. It's hard for him to divert his attention from such a desperate project.

ー♡

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[ask-the-gamekeeper]

She had sensed something was off about the manor… she could tell when the… things that watched the house, became alarmed and curious. Of course, this in turn, affected her own actions in spite of her recent tangle with mystery and the subsequent near death. She supposed though, this would be fine, wouldn’t it…? After all, if it was truly something worrisome… the least she could do was tell that scientist. Sure, he may not have exactly been supernatural the same way she, or the other hunters and survivors were, but he at least, could try to investigate, and if not… contact the Baron if required. She didn’t trust the higher powers of the manor… Hastur was unapproachable and silent in a way that made one think speaking was a death wish. And Yidrah was… well, Yidrah.

So naturally, she went to go and find that strange anomaly… the thing that made even the eyes of the manor jitter with anticipation and curiosity. She searched and searched, the almost ever shifting halls and paintings of the manor almost seeming to… guide her. As if the decision to look had been known amongst them, and they were indulging her curiosity for their… amusement…? Perhaps benefit was a better word. Finally, she happened upon the door, open and lettinf in a most… warm and soft light. How peculiar… she doesn’t recall the garden being here… or the door to the garden looking like this.

She passes through the open door and winces from just how… bright it was. The manor was often dim, save for the garden, so her eyes were a tad sensitive. As she stepped further through the flowers (which from the looks of them, may have been hydrangeas?) she had seen a figure. Something about him was familiar… but that couldn’t be him! He was far too well emotionally to ever be the callous, deer-headed hunter.

“Hello…?” She called out.

@idv-ask-the-empath

Upon hearing somebody emerge from the manor the gamekeeper couldn't help but to look up and-

Who was that? He hadn't seen anybody like her in the manor before... Granted, he didn't get to go to the manor overly often due to his position but, well, still... Was she a new employee? Or perhaps one of the Baron's invited guests? Either way, it'd be rude not to introduce himself.

So with a smile on his face- it was always nice to make a new friend- he stood up straight, a watering can in hand- the gardener's were sick, so he'd offered to help out a little bit when he had the time and so thus here he was, alone in the gardens except for this newbie- as he approached past all the different flowers, waving briefly with his free hand before letting it drop and stay by his side as he came to a stop just in front of her.

"Hi. Did you... need something? I'm just the gamekeeper here, Bane Perez... So you might not see me around much," and he may not be of much use when it came to matters within the manor, "but if there's anything you need help with at all, just let me know and I'll be glad to lend a hand."

He wasn't one for talking, always preferring to let others lead the conversation, but it was difficult to make friends with others if you didn't know how to speak up.

Just like the hunter by the same name, his voice was a little deep and gruff, if only a bit less rough. Contrary to the angry hunter though, his voice was more light-hearted. Even with the same height and body shape he seemed nicer, more soft around the edges and less towering... No limp hindered his movements and his skin was a healthy, living shade rather than the usual grey-purple that was to be seen from the hunter. Even with fabric and cloth covering almost every inch of his body any intimidation that could've brought was immediately destroyed by his friendly attitude.

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[idv-ask-the-empath]

“Hello…?”

[idv-ask-the-empath]

this is very important do u have an outfit reference for miss empath or any pics of how she would dress (both is also good)

{ Im sorry to say that her basic design is boring </333 it works better in motion. But ! I designed an alternate outfit that would be more fun to draw I think :3 }

[ask-the-gamekeeper]

Ah, so was she going to sleep then? Or at least pretending to... Either way, she hopefully wouldn’t bug him. He dug out the wooden block and carving knife from the little bag, turning over the project in his hand to see his current progress. The birch wood was mostly light in colour, with the drafted shape drawn in pencil being the darkest part of it. Overall though the colour contrasted with the lifeless, grey tone of his skin, allowing him to easily see a chunk or two taken out of the wood to try and give a rough idea of the snout. He’d have to shave it down and shape it properly. So that’s what he did, knife scratching away and shedding wood shavings onto his lap.  The gloves and mask were a little inconvenient when doing this, but he’d gotten used to it and managed to continue with them nonetheless. Besides, even if he weren’t used to it he’d just keep on going anyways... It would take a while to complete the project, maybe two, or three or maybe even more, but rushing things only worsened them, so slow and steady he went. It was a nice activity, keeping his hands busy and settling his mind a little as he went onward, almost capable of forgetting the confusing survivor that caused him to be here doing this in the first place...

He only took pause at the clap of lightning, catching the way she moved so suddenly and tensing up, watching her silently for a moment and pausing upon hearing her mutter something. Was she trying to speak to him? No, she didn’t seem like she was. Appeased, he redirected his attention back to the wooden item in his hands, continuing on. Idly, he noted she was walking around the room and doing something but he tried not to pay it too much mind, grip tightening around the knife and slowly forming stag head within his hand.

At some point he couldn’t help but to look up and find the result of the sounds of paper folding and pages flipping. One of those folded paper creatures? Oh. Distantly he recalled something... The activity was familiar, something he’d done with others. One of the butlers was fond of the craft, right? Maybe... There were a few people who talked about it, wasn’t there? Making them to entertain the eager children and teaching everybody else how to create them too. Then of course, the kids would get out some crayons and colour their creations. He’d never been good at any of it, always messing up the folds or breaking the crayons. The memories were... nice. The knowledge of how long ago they were and the incident that brought an end to such times caused unease to crawl in and claw at him, though.

With a huff he quickly ducked his head down to continue with the carving once more, before the worse memories and feelings crept in. Frustration bubbled within as though to block it out. He didn’t need any guilt, sadness or pain. Urgh, couldn’t she have just fallen asleep? He could’ve abandoned her whilst she slumbered. No, no, he shook his head. The sculpture was what he should be focusing on right now. He wouldn’t want to get too distracted or worked up and end up slicing a finger open, even if the injury would no doubt end up being inconsequential to him in the end. The snout was doing nicely so far, having taken a more natural shape. Soon he may have to do the antlers... Though perhaps to give himself more time before doing that that he may instead decide to shape what neck there even was. It was for the best after all, as the antlers were the thinnest and most fragile part and he wouldn’t wish to risk breaking them trying to work on other parts of it.

“Hello…? I’m sorry for bothering you, but I think I may be a little lost…? I’m still quite new to the manor and being here is…. confusing…”

@idv-ask-the-empath

The sound of footsteps is what caused Bane to look up from where he'd been standing in the hallway, thoughts about what to do for the day quickly leaving his mind as he watched her approach and listened to what she had to say.

The manor was large and confusing, even him having gotten lost several times when he'd first come here. Still, survivors rarely ended up so lost that they got this deep in the hunter's side of it.

Why couldn't she have just stuck around with the other survivors instead of wandering around all alone?

For a few moments he remained silent, simply contemplating the idea of just abandoning her so that she could sort it all out herself.

...

No, he sighed. It'd be for the best that he help her. Less trouble than letting her wander for who-knows-how-long in this part of the manor...

"Where is it that you wish to go? Come and I'll take you there."

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[idv-ask-the-empath]

"An empath? Honestly, that sounds more exhausting to me than anything else. Especially with the matches. How do those usually go?" -Vincent (ask-idv-the-caretaker)

“Ah… well that is… a rather difficult question to answer… I suppose it all depends on the stability of my teammates, and who they are…? Teammates who are more likely to harm or betray one another make the game harder, but with my abilities, it can mitigate this issue… although the burden of doing so takes its toll on me.” Delara spoke, realizing that her statement had been a tad too vague, and would likely need some elaboration on what she meant to avoid any misconceptions or confusion about her abilities.

“My apologies, ah… I suppose I should explain what I mean… my abilities are not… quite in line with what people imagine when they hear “empath”. Often times people assume my only ability is to sense emotions or intent, but my abilities extend to influencing emotion as well. Typically, influencing others emotions tends to leave them with emotional whiplash once I stop using my abilities. In order to avoid that, I take on their emotional burdens whilst I aid them. I can inspire feelings of comraderie, bravery… all the emotions needed to help stabilize a person in a game like this, and avoid sabotaging one another, intentionally or otherwise. In the end… I often end up on the chair due to how difficult it can be to maintain my composure. Though… all the same, as long as at least one person can win, it is alright with me. I’d rather me than anyone else.”

“Overall… it is as you said… it is exhausting. I often need a nap after the game is done.”

@ask-idv-the-caretaker

[ursa-ironii]

Tagged by @iskindiriya !!

1. why did you choose your url?

Ursa is what I’ve went by for a really long time now, and ironii was a purposeful misspelling of irony because I thought it was funny and ironic to misspell irony.

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

I have a few !

@space-and-time-kintypes was for my Jade, Kanaya and Aradia kin posts ! I don’t use it as often since they’re not too active anymore.

@color-swatches-and-icons was for when I was on quotev and I made my own icons for profile layouts !

@your-friendly-reminders was for positive posts ! I sort of abandoned them since I kinda forgot oops-

@beee-eater which was originally supposed to be a place for my fandom rants ajdjsjdjsjsj shhhshh

@ask-the-coordinator-idv and @idv-ask-the-empath were when I ran ask blogs and when I was SUPER into IDV :P

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

Oh uhHhhH I can’t remember honestly ?? I wanna say for at least like… five or six years or so ?? On and off initially but more frequent now !

4. do you have a queue tag?

LMAO no I don’t think so ?? I have queued some stuff and if I used a tag, I don’t remember </3

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

Art <3 (that I rarely if ever post </3)

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp

Oh ! I think I meant for this to be temporary but it just sorta. Stuck ! It’s super cute though so I don’t mind :3

7. why did you choose your header?

Uhhh bcus yellow good and matches <3

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

OH WUSJWJSJWJDJW UHHH ITS MY MILD SADSTUCK JADE HARLEY COMIC WHERE SHE PLAYS MINECRAFT AND THINKS ABT BEC

9. how many mutuals do you have?

Idk at least like. 5 ??

10. how many followers do you have?

Idk tbh ?? Like I’m rarely ever looking at my numbers sjdjsjdj sjdjsjd if I happen to see it it’s bcus I have to grab smthn from my drafts

11. how many people do you follow?

I just checked uhH 170 JSJXJSJDJSJDJ

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

I thought spelling irony as ironii was funny, and I’m 17 with friends who have stuff like “I hath pissen mine pants” on their tittle thing, I think you can take a guess /lh

13. how often do you use tumblr every day?

Idrk ? Sometimes I incessantly check because if I don’t I’ll get bored and die I think, but sometimes I’m just like “I’m not even touching it !! I am looking away !!l

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

No, and I want to keep it that way <3

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I think they have good intentions most of the time, but I have to be careful. I don’t like the guilt-tripping aspect, and they (ironically) feel insensitive for people who may struggle with stuff like guilt. Like,,, no one is a bad person if they don’t reblog this OP,,,, stop making people feel like that.

16. do you like tag games?

I think they’re purretty fun ! It’s nice to know someone thinks abt you too :3

17. do you like ask games?

yeah :3

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

@red-swimmerz

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

Hwhsjwjdjsjdj I think so ? But I’m not pursuing it. Romantic attraction is really weird and confusing for me currently even though I currently do align myself as a lesbian :3 (I could very well be akoiromantic but idk !)

20. tags?

Hmmm !!

@visceralrevulsion @knightimehopes @polkadotzavala and whomever else wants to join in ! You don’t have to do this if you get tagged bee tee dubs !

[ask-the-gamekeeper]

“Hello…? I’m sorry for bothering you, but I think I may be a little lost…? I’m still quite new to the manor and being here is…. confusing…”

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The sound of footsteps is what caused Bane to look up from where he'd been standing in the hallway, thoughts about what to do for the day quickly leaving his mind as he watched her approach and listened to what she had to say.

The manor was large and confusing, even him having gotten lost several times when he'd first come here. Still, survivors rarely ended up so lost that they got this deep in the hunter's side of it.

Why couldn't she have just stuck around with the other survivors instead of wandering around all alone?

For a few moments he remained silent, simply contemplating the idea of just abandoning her so that she could sort it all out herself.

...

No, he sighed. It'd be for the best that he help her. Less trouble than letting her wander for who-knows-how-long in this part of the manor...

"Where is it that you wish to go? Come and I'll take you there."

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[idv-ask-the-empath]

“Thank you…? I suppose you are right…. We re rather lucky most of the people in our present company won’t harm us.”

“Still.. for your sake, let’s get you some water, alright….?”

“Hello… oh goodness… um… are you intoxicated…? Perhaps you should sit down and drink some water…? I’ll keep you safe. Please be more careful about leaving yourself vulnerable.”

@idv-ask-the-empath

Everyone is so nice~ and friendly~ I'm so happy that I'm here with everyone~! You're so warm!

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