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"I'm sorry- I didn't know anyone was back there."

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and some sketches

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do any insane ikerev fans have a bunch of random ss's of random places in-game? Like any streets or places thats rarer to see? Im trying to build ikerev in minecraft and I want some more reference points. Ty.

(examples would be like ss's from the one event where you got to go into some of the guys actual houses, the canis majoris, and other places you just dont regularly see.)

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Lancelot Kingsley builds the black territory in Minecraft BRICK. BY. BRICK.

(while i personally made every building in the ss, and by proxy, the entire world, since theres more than just whats in that ss, I DID NOT make the skin. you can find it here; https://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/15788840/lancelot-kingsley/ and theres more ikemen series skins on the website if you look!)

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Nevermind actually I looked at a few more posts they liked, and they have taste, respect and admiration pouring out from my soul right now. Ty random person who I sha'll not name

Someone just went through like, a shit ton of my old posts from when I was significantly younger (like 2 or 3 years ago) and I genuinely just had one of those Anime flashback montages of trauma from looking at some of the posts they liked and reposted

Ty though

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Someone just went through like, a shit ton of my old posts from when I was significantly younger (like 2 or 3 years ago) and I genuinely just had one of those Anime flashback montages of trauma from looking at some of the posts they liked and reposted

Ty though

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Guys I found the canonical answer. We're all stupid. Honestly though it's like... really boring and i kindve like the made up answer more

Found it while rereading Jonah's route, in Part 23. So near the end. Will update if any more info is given ig lmao

I've been wondering what started the war in the ikerev universe but honestly the answer is so simple.

Now I've only played Sirius, Ray, Seth and half way Fenrir but as far as I've noticed it looks like it started out of inequality and classism.

There's clearly a difference in the income of each army. A difference system in each army. Different ideals.

I bet all my money that Cradle was ruled by a king and then people from low status just decided to start to rebel so the king and nobles made the red army and peasants and poverty the black army.

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Instead of doing my severely behind work, i decided to spend 3 hours drawing Edgar. I actually haven't drawn him in like, 6 years? But in my defense I dont draw Fanart like, ever. Want proof of it having taken 6 years to redraw him?

drawing of edgar is scuffed but its better than whats below this sentence

dont ask me what it says. i dont know. all i know was that it was supposed to be Mitsuhide and Edgar, but like, if Mitsuhide somehow fell into Wonderland instead of Alice. i was very creative.

below the line is just my appearance headcanons for Edgar because im bored

I always imagined Edgar would have a baby face. Like a face grandma's would LOVE and something Claudius would despise. I think Edgar would have a similar hatred for it, but just because of Claudius's projecting.

I also very similarly think he'd look like his mother. I always head canoned her as a red-head with like, REALLY bright cheeks. Because of this I just put a red overlay on his hair, so its still brown but borderline red. As for the cheeks thats why I made his blood flow SO visible. Its another thing I think Claudius would hate and something Edgar had to try to control. I just like to think his body goes directly against his intentions. Like, oh yeah. trickster smirk? good going bud, you currently look like a fucking tomato

btw the red brightness goes for the rest of his body too. Like, fingertips, elbows, neck, shoulders, knees, everywhere with high blood flow is RED.

as for his army outfit, i just always imagined his collar to be like a choker. not like, in a cutesy way. in a chain way, he's tied down to his families traditions and expectations and cant break free.

same goes for lancelot on the choker thing

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I have no idea when this was posted but like... share?

I GOT REALLY HIGH REALLY FAST OOPS

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Actually going to further cement this; during Kyle's route him and the MC go to the cemetery to visit his brothers grave. During which Ray shows up to also mourn Kyle's brother. I wont say why in case someone reading this hasn't seen Kyle's route, but its kindve implied that they're at the Black Armies cemetery. To further add onto this, I'm fairly certain you go there in one of Ray's routes as well, and its for the same reason.

Realistically the reason behind why the only cemetery is because its probably from before the armies split, (so like over 500 years ago, it has to be a massive ass grave site), but god is it hilarious to realize that the Red Army and citizens have to walk ACROSS cradle simply to bury or see a loved ones each time. Also, how many previously red army soldiers are kicking in their graves right now because of it?

... at least they get a good view lmao

Cemetery In Cradle

So, I was looking at the map of Cradle and there is only one cemetery anywhere on the map, with the vagueness of “where cradle residents rest,” which makes me wonder. Is it that the red army knows and buries their people and soldiers in black army territory? Or is there another cemetery for the red territory and for the civilians in the central area that just aren’t seen? I’m kinda partial to the hilarious thought that the red army has to ask permission to go through the black bridge to bury a person.

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Im bored and want to write crackship fics. If you have any ideas for different pairings, send me an ask. Specifically for Ikerev but I could also do most Ikesen and Ikevamp characters

I only write about ships though. The ships can be genderbent to be lesbian or one can be genderbent to be a straight ship I don't mind, but I won't write reader x character lmao

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mousse is so cute ahshansnsnsnsj but either way you're probably right about the reference lmao

Can we talk of my favorite birthday cards set from IkeRev (that was sadly not brought to the EN server because it was released right before it was discontinued 😭)

This. (I do have them all individually saved but for the purpose of keeping it short, I will share like that lol). Also extended analysis under the cut

They are all in pairings (or trios) - except for Loki, I couldn't really fit him in any group.

We have Lancelot, Harr and Sirius, each holding playing cards (Lance has the Red Army cards, Sirius has a King of Hearts, Queen of Spades and Joker card and Harr is holding only the Joker card).

Mousse, Blanc and Jonah are holding a tea party (Jonah has the teacup, Mousse is holding the kettle and Blanc brought macarons - I think)

Edgar, Zero, Luka and Seth... I don't know exactly, but I assume they are representing the Queen's soldiers (the ones that painted the roses in the movies?). I am not too sure but they have some kind of "parade" vibes going on for me.

Kyle and Oliver have chess pieces (which I think supposedly references the Looking Glass?)

(do not come for me for that, I haven't read the original books and I forgot everything about the movies even though I watched them)

Ray and Fenrir don't have much going on, they just are both holding the "Eat me" and "drink me" cake and potion bottle

Dean and Dalim just... Seem to have a black and white theme going on, but honestly that's all I gathered of their outfits? I think somewhere in it there is a reference to Tweedledee and Tweedledum but I couldn't find it

And then there is Loki, with a book... I wonder if Loki is a representation of Alice here? Or of someone opening the book to read Alice in Wonderland? I don't know. But if anyone knows, or has any better ideas, I am open to anything

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I actually was only going to respond to this with witty comment about how I wished they gave Edgar muscles similar to how a gymnast or a acrobatics performer may have them to signify that while he was technically strong he was a lot faster, flexible, and slippery than strong instead of just making him a twink and having him have the same exact body as like every other guy in that game but instead I'll say this

I think most of these cards are directly based off of the Disney movies with some random thrown in, lmao. The reason why Edgar, Zero and Kyle don't hold cards is because they technically don't exist in the story. There is a Jack of Hearts but to my knowledge he's more like a reference to the Joker card rather than an actual Jack. I think the same thing goes for the other 3 lower ranks on the Black Army as well.

But then again, the Queen and King cards don't actually exist in either of the Armies in the story. They're all replaced by actual people. While there is a King of Hearts in most renditions of the story most of the time he's short, pudgy, and often well. Incompetent. Lmao. He's often manipulated by the Queen of Hearts and typically doesn't act on his own. This is also a knock on Chess, as toward the end of the game oftenly the Queen is the most used piece in order to protect the King, as when left alone the King cannot win on his own. The Queen of Spades in the story (or the closest you can get) is the Queen of Hearts sister.

Either way, I think the way they designed the King and Queens in those arts are just a reference back to the game itself rather than back to Disney, since the cards don't focus in on the Queens rather than the Kings.

As for the central residents;

Harr, just meant to be mysterious, ig. Kindve fits the Joker.

Loki: (is this even his actual name i genuinely haven't read his route in like 4 years and I'm severely sleep deprived from writing a 5k angst fic in the span of 4 hours at 2 am) but either way the Cheshire Cat acts like a guide of sorts to Alice in the story, so the book could be a reference to that. Not sure.

Blanc and Oliver both are just a knock at their characters, since in the movie the first interaction with them is at a tea table with dessert. Hence why Blanc is holding sweets and why Oliver looks slightly insane.

Mousse does have a direct counterpart in the story but I can't see the image enough to actually tell what's happening lmao

Dean and dalims outfits look similar so .. like tweedle de twiddle dum reference i guess.

I'm so sorry I'm so sleepy deprived I genuinely forgot what your post even said atp so I may have repeated some things

Can we talk of my favorite birthday cards set from IkeRev (that was sadly not brought to the EN server because it was released right before it was discontinued 😭)

This. (I do have them all individually saved but for the purpose of keeping it short, I will share like that lol). Also extended analysis under the cut

They are all in pairings (or trios) - except for Loki, I couldn't really fit him in any group.

We have Lancelot, Harr and Sirius, each holding playing cards (Lance has the Red Army cards, Sirius has a King of Hearts, Queen of Spades and Joker card and Harr is holding only the Joker card).

Mousse, Blanc and Jonah are holding a tea party (Jonah has the teacup, Mousse is holding the kettle and Blanc brought macarons - I think)

Edgar, Zero, Luka and Seth... I don't know exactly, but I assume they are representing the Queen's soldiers (the ones that painted the roses in the movies?). I am not too sure but they have some kind of "parade" vibes going on for me.

Kyle and Oliver have chess pieces (which I think supposedly references the Looking Glass?)

(do not come for me for that, I haven't read the original books and I forgot everything about the movies even though I watched them)

Ray and Fenrir don't have much going on, they just are both holding the "Eat me" and "drink me" cake and potion bottle

Dean and Dalim just... Seem to have a black and white theme going on, but honestly that's all I gathered of their outfits? I think somewhere in it there is a reference to Tweedledee and Tweedledum but I couldn't find it

And then there is Loki, with a book... I wonder if Loki is a representation of Alice here? Or of someone opening the book to read Alice in Wonderland? I don't know. But if anyone knows, or has any better ideas, I am open to anything

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If I Were a Woman

5k+ Words

Angst, gay, implied sex

Meant for mature audiences, but it doesn’t actually contain anything explicit. 

Fenrir x Edgar (yes you read that right)

Tags: Angst, homosexual relations, implied sex (once again, not actually seen), child abuse, self hatred+loathing, cant think of any others atm so sorry if theres something there thats not listed!

!!WAS NOT PROOFREAD PAST THE 4TH PAGE OF A GOOGLE DOC, BE PREPARED FOR SOME MISTAKES!!

(also ima be so fr this was started literally 4 years ago lmao, i wrote over 4500 of the words in the span of 4 hours tonight.) the first like 3 paragraphs are NOT the best representation of the characters because thats from the og document, the rest past that was added on tonight. Also both Edgar and Fenrir are more emotional than in the story, because i love emotional men <3

"Edgar? Helloooo?" Fenrir poked at Edgar's cheek consistently, until finally Edgar removed the hand from over his eyes and looked at Fenrir. Fenrir's more messy than usual hair cascaded over his face, strands inches away from poking him in the eye. Laying on his stomach with his arm under his head, Fenrir pouted at the male. 

"What is it? You couldn't possibly be wanting to go again?" Rolling over to his side, Edgar pulled Fenrir's face closer to his own. 

"While that doesn't sound bad, you've been laying there for the past hour with the same sad expression." 

Edgar's smirk didn't match how tense his body was. Laying on his side as well, Fenrir nestled his head against Edgar's neck, proceeding to wrap his arms around Edgar's body, "You're not alone anymore. I'm here for you." Fenrir mumbled the words almost silently, but Edgar just smiled down at him.

"How did I manage to find someone like you?" Edgar's left hand went to Fenrir's waist, and his free hand roamed Fenrir’s face and hair. He carded his fingers through it.  Fenrir looked up at him, removing himself from Edgar’s neck slightly. His eyes were so soft, his face was contoured just right in the morning light. To Edgar at least, it was like he was shining. A light in the darkness. Edgar chuckled a second. Letting Fenrir put his own hand over Edgar’s. Fenrir rubbed his hand for a couple of seconds, sighing out a bit as Edgar continued to essentially comb his hair. He pushed his head back into Edgar’s shoulder, rubbing his eyes a bit on his skin. Edgar wouldn’t tell him this, but his magenta mop of hair was currently attempting to invade his mouth.

Honestly speaking though, Edgar couldn’t even focus on Fenrir’s head. His eyes kept trailing down his body. While Fenrir’s lower half was obscured by a blanket, (how dare it), his torso was littered with hickeys. His hips were bruised slightly. Edgar felt slightly bad for it, especially since he knew Fenrir would need those, to you know, work. But it looked so good on him. While his face and arms had a slight tan from being outside often, the rest of his body was as pale as the moon. It caused the bruises to bloom beautifully across his skin and Edgar couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted to drink it in and swallow it whole. Realistically he knew they both had to get up. Start the day and leave each other's sides until they could meet again.  That just made him stare more. These would be gone by the next time he saw his lover. He traced over Fenrir's hips, paying close attention to the bruises. He tried to be gentle, he was simply appreciating them after all, not aiming to hurt him more. Fenrir still winced regardless. Edgar was concerned at first, and drew his hand back at mach speeds before Fenrir chuckled and kissed his cheek. 

“We have to get up, you know.” Fenrir's chuckle continued into his voice. It was airy and beautiful. “But we both need to take a shower first.” Fenrir dragged himself up, now being slightly taller than Edgar. “We won't have enough time to have our own… So we could always share.” Fenrir's shit-eatting grin was contagious. Fenrir's leg crossed over Edgar's hips. He was straddingly his lover in all the right places and he knew it. “That'd give you more time to appreciate the mess you made before it's gone… No?” 

Edgar hated the fact Fenrir knew what he was thinking. Hated the fact the man knew him well enough to even get close. To share a bed with him was sacrilegious enough. But at the same time, oh did he love it. God did he love it. There were few people Edgar was considered close to. Even fewer that could guess his emotions or knew his past. Fenrir knew it all. At least, what he legally could. He couldn't know about the Armies pact, and Edgar only ever told him snippets of his past in breakdowns as a teenager, but he knew Fenrir had remembered it all. Edgar smiled. But it was genuine. And in Fenrir's opinion, beautiful. Of course Edgar didn't realize this. His hands fell back on Fenrir's hips. Fenrir didn't wince. Instead, he rocked his hips back and forth. This caused Edgar to push down on his hips more. It was mainly to get him to stop, Edgar shouldn't have been in this bed in the first place, but the other reason was because he wanted to savor it. Devour him. He couldn't do that if Fenrir was the one doing the work. “I think I like that… Shower idea.” Edgar looked up at Fenrir with half-hooded eyes. Lust was prevalent. Obvious. Fenrir just shivered. The magenta haired male let out a small laugh, a bit shaky, before lifting his other leg in an attempt to step off of the bed. What he did not expect was to have the other male's arms wrapped around his waist. Tight. Fenrir was taller than the other male plus he was… well… built more full. His muscles weren't hidden by any means, and he had a larger mass than Edgar ever had. So being picked up like he weighed nothing was a literal shock to Fenrir's brain. Sure, Edgar had done it a couple of times when they were still teens, but that was far before Fenrir weighed anything significant. The fact Edgar did it all in only a couple of seconds made his brain freeze even further. He couldn't tell whether he was meant to be in shock or insanely turned on. He was both. 

Edgar wound up setting him on the bathroom counter. It was small, it was only one counter space with a shitty run-down sink in the middle that barely worked. Edgar hummed a bit while turning on the shower head, testing its temperature. He had also grabbed the shower supplies he had brung at some point but Fenrir was unsure as to when. That's when Fenrir had noticed some suspiciously claw-marked shaped lines on Edgar's back. Literally scattered everywhere. There was practically no part of his back (or upper arms for that matter) that wasn't red. Fenrir’s entire body flushed at that. He suddenly felt significantly hotter than he was just a few seconds ago. 

They had always bought out shitty motel rooms in order to do this… Dance of theirs. Neither of them wanted their respective colleagues to know about their arrangement of sorts. So they had to act as inconspicuous as possible. They used to go so far as sneaking out at night and returning to their barracks before dawn had even broken or the roosters screamed, but that charade had ended a few months ago in fire when they were both caught. Afterwards they were both somewhat scared of being caught again, but they couldn't stay off each other long enough for it to mean anything. Eventually they gave up. Now while their colleagues knew about them leaving suspiciously and returning early for a day about every week or every other week, they didn't know whom they were meeting up with. Of course, they could guess why. It's just that neither Edgar nor Fenrir cared if their colleagues knew why they were gone as long as they didn't know with whom they were gone with. 

Luckily, at least in Edgar's own words, the motel owner that they visited the most could be bought into silence. 

It seemed that Edgar had found the temperature he wanted after about seven minutes. Though honestly Fenrir was willing to bet he simply settled on one after getting frustrated.  Edgar gripped onto his hips again. Just as always in the past, and just as it'll be in the future. He was gentler than earlier though. And he brought his face closer to Fenrir's. He didn't say anything; he didn't have to. Fenrir used his hands to grab onto Edgar's face. It was soft. It was kind. Their lips met. But it wasn’t rough. No one was trying to overlap the other. It was beautiful and it was delicate. Fenrir's arms wrapped around Edgar's neck. His hands rested on his lover's head. It was his turn to play with his lover's mop of hair. Edgar smiled into the kiss. One of his hands trailed upwards and met the back of Fenrir's neck. He pushed Fenrir's face onto his own more. They explored each other's mouths, but it wasn't demanding. It was love. It was generous. When they broke apart, out of breath and looking at each other, saliva came apart with them. It broke as quickly as it came. Fenrir let out a ‘ugh’ of annoyance and laughed as he wiped the drool off his chin. 

~

Fenrir and Edgar were in the process of getting dressed. Both had to leave for work now and they wouldn't be seeing each other for the next week. It was solemn. Both of them knew the other was simply looking forward to the next time. They both packed their bags; not that there was much on them. Just a change of clothes and their hygiene products. It's all they ever needed. Fenrir's emotions were all over the place. He was saddened, he was anguished, but happy and content. At the same time however, he felt guilty for wishing for more. He hated the fact they had to act in secret. He hated the fact that he couldn't even tell his best friend without fear of being judged. He hated the fact that he wanted more. He wished he was a woman sometimes. Then he'd be able to be with Edgar. He wouldn't have to act like a stranger in public or an enemy at the courthouse table. He wouldn't have to act indifferent when they saw each other. Fenrir was lost in deep, dark thoughts.

That was until Edgar walked up behind him and kissed him on what little part of his neck was showing. It snapped Fenrir out of his mind quickly. Edgar was fully dressed now, with his shitty years old tote hanging off of his shoulder. Fenrir had gotten that for Edgar as a gift in… What was it? 7th or 8th grade. It had been so long the logo faded. 

When Fenrir turned around to meet Edgar's eyes, their lips met again. Edgar's hands cradled his face like he was holding a precious object. While Fenrir hated the feeling of Edgar's gloves, (he much preferred the raw feeling of his hands), he could never hate Edgar's touch. They broke apart eventually though. Fenrir couldn't tell how long it had been. All he knew was that the sun was far higher. Higher than normal. They had to leave. To leave each other. They pulled away from each other. Edgar was smiling that fake ass smile as always. Fenrir hated it, but he understood why it was there. Edgar grabbed his hand. He opened his mouth, it seemed like he wanted to say something. Fenrir would’ve appreciated anything. Though Edgar didn’t. He simply closed his mouth and smiled. Kissed Fenrir’s head quickly. It was chaste and sweet. Fenrir smiled back at him. He rubbed the back of his hand before letting go. Stepping back a few feet, Fenrir’s hand met the doorknob and opened it gently. He slung his own bag over his shoulder and smirked. “Ready to go?” 

Edgar smiled back. “As always.”

~

They didn’t make it to the next week. The previous King, Lancelot’s father, wound up hanging by his neck atop of the Black Armies bridge. Fenrir was the one who found it. He was heading out on the bridge to do scouting in a nearby area. Nothing could describe what he felt when he saw the previous king hanging lifelessly. He immediately called it in, and the Red Army was notified. What made everything worse was the fact that it wasn’t just Lancelot Kingsley who had come to the scene. Edgar Bright was with him. 

Verbal shots were immediately fired. The blame for the King’s death had already been placed before they even arrived at the scene. One of the rookie soldiers behind the two chosen 13 members even started a rumour that Fenrir was the cause of it. Edgar had quickly shut that down, most likely not expecting Fenrir to notice. He did. Both Ray and Sirius had arrived on scene just mere minutes after the Red Army did. Lancelot Kingsley had immediately started screaming. It seemed… Unnatural to say the least. Ray, Sirius, and Lancelot had continued to argue even after the body was removed. It took hours before they had dispersed, and Lancelot had threatened war. Then again, it was less of a threat and more of a promise. A guarantee. Edgar, at least towards the end of it all, had somehow wound up by Fenrir’s side. They weren’t touching. Weren’t even making eye contact with each other. But there was a mutual understanding. They would not be seeing each other for a long time.

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Only a month later a woman appeared from the sky. According to Ray, he had caught her mid-fall. She ran, apparently directly into Edgar and Jonah. Ran again, and again, and again until Fenrir, Luka, and Seth had saved her from the Red Army barracks. She was pretty. At least, about as pretty as Fenrir could consider a woman.  He supposed “conventionally attractive” was the correct term for it. Either way, she was like a scared lamb. Practically shaking in her shoes half of the time. Fenrir in a way took her under his wing for the next couple of weeks. She seemed happier. Also more touchy. Shu Shu seemed to adore her, even following her around on occasion. Fenrir would consider her a friend. A companion at best. He was happy to be around her. She was funny and energetic. He just hated the way she’d touch him on occasion. Grabbing his wrist or hand every once in a while or pressing her chest against his. It creeped him out. Made him feel… Violated in a way.

 As time went on he got more agitated. Ever since the king turned up dead he hadn’t been able to see Edgar outside of those stuffy head-splitting meetings. They got more aggressive by the day. He knew this would happen. But knowing was different than doing. A week turned into two, two turned into three, three turned in a month and a half of not having even spoken directly to Edgar. It felt like he was clawing at his own skin. He realized it then. This is quite literally the longest he had even been away from him. He felt… Well. Stupid. Like some damsel chasing after her “prince.” All he wanted was to bask in the morning sun next to his lover again. To feel... Warm. wanted. He missed when they were younger. Hell, he had known the man longer than he had known Ray. Of course, Ray was irreplaceable in his mind. But so was Edgar. He had known him since around 6th grade. They had met in between classes. Edgar was one year older than him, but they hit it off relatively quickly. The next year he skipped a grade. He wasn't actually sure why. He hadn’t missed a day and his grades were all high, but his performance behaviorally was questionable. Somehow Edgar and him had wound up in the same class. It was a shitty writing class ran by some hag who’d scream about you tapping your pencil one too many times. Even so, that's when they grew as close as they were now. 

Anytime the teacher announced a group project, the two practically ran to each other. It was both because of their friendship, and because they had no others. Edgar may have been popular, but he wasn’t fond of many people. Honestly speaking, looking back, Fenrir thinks the only reason Edgar liked him as much as he did was the fact anytime Edgar was in a group project with him they’d go to Fenrir’s house. His mother would dote on Fenrir’s only friend, his father would oftenly share different advice and sneak him sweets as well. Plus, they had several dogs and a cat. Mainly German Shepherds, but they also had a Golden Retriever from when Fenrir was young. The cat in retrospect was his mothers and typically spent all its time in the library. Edgar would occasionally sneak in just to cuddle with or pet the cat. Though, in reality it wasn’t so much as sneaking as his mother letting him. Fenrir would often sit up in an attic space above his room with Edgar. It's both where they’d do their work, but also play around a bit. Board games and puzzles most of the time. It was fully furnished of course. That's where Fenrir discovered bits and pieces of the boy's past. A couple of times he’d see bruises or scars lapping on his skin. If he pointed out Edgar would cover it as quickly as humanly possible. There was one time worse than the others. Edgar had come to his house for a project they’d been working on for a couple of months. It was ridiculously complicated and required them to be with each other. Edgar hadn’t been at school that day for whatever reason, but told Fenrir he’d still meet him at his house. And he did. Edgar practically ran up to the attic, somehow managing to dodge Fenrir’s parents completely. Whenever Fenrir made it up there with a bag of jellybeans from his father, Edgar had already gotten huddled in a corner and was working on the project. His arm was shaky though. Insanely so. His writing could be passed for an elementary students. 

Fenrir took the pencil from him and started writing. Edgar didn’t stop shaking. He seemed terrified. Knees up to his chest and staring blankly most of the time. Eventually, they finished for the day. Edgar tried to leave immediately. Fenrir expected it, but he didn’t want the boy to leave. Instead, he grabbed Edgar’s arm. It was a mistake. Edgar immediately let out a yell. Luckily it wasn't loud enough for his parents or servants to hear but it caused Fenrir to let go and for Edgar to step back from the stairs. He clutched at his arm. He was, well, whining a bit. Fenrir was freaked out but started to beg Edgar to let him see what was wrong. They were in  their Freshman year by this point. Fenrir felt like he was at the peak of life, he thought he could help. So he continued to push until he managed to get Edgar’s sleeve up enough for him to see, even if Edgar was telling him not to. 

What he saw shocked him. It was… Horrible. Fenrir had seen nothing like it before. It was bruised completely, on both sides of the arms. It was dark purple and red at the ends. It almost looked twisted. At the very least Edgar could still use his hand, so it wasn’t broken. Edgar started crying immediately. It was less of a cry and more of a series of choked out sobs. Edgar had sat on a daybed just below the window of the attic, clutching his arm while looking wildly between Fenrir and the severe bruising. That's when he started begging. It was more intense than earlier, it wasn't a beg to let him go or to stop pushing his sleeve, it was a beg to not tell anyone. A plea. He looked terrified. Fenrir asked where he got it from. Edgar said nothing about it, just let out more choked sobs and pleas. Fenrir was conflicted. Eventually, he just sat down by Edgar and leaned into him. He started to apologize obscenely, obsessively, and eventually Edgar stopped begging. They sat in relative silence, only ever broken by Edgars sobs on rare occasion. 

It happened a few more times. Not in the exact way, but occasionally Edgar would simply… Break. They’d curl into each other for up to hours, and it continued throughout their school life. Even after Ray and Fenrir had befriended each other. Even after Fenrir got popular. He’d always wind up in the same position with Edgar. With him crying. With him begging or pleading for Fenrir to not tell his parents. Fenrir always begged to know how it happened or why he couldn’t tell. Edgar only fed him scraps. “My uncle-” “My duty” “My life.” Eventually Fenrir pieced it together. Something about his duty as the Jack of Hearts made him “incapable” of love. His uncle, very obviously, abused him. But Edgar always insisted that it was his duty. His fate. That he deserved no better, but instead deserved far worse. 

Eventually Edgar fed him more pieces of his past. About his Father, his funeral. He even once mentioned his mother. He didn’t remember much, but he had always remembered her eyes. He described them as an abyss of love. He further described how she always had looked at his father. How much they loved each other. Edgar had even told him one time about how much he craved the same. To have that feeling with someone. Anyone. Fenrir was foolish to hope it was him. That it could be him. Even today he’d wish for the same. Even if it was impossible. One time they kissed. It was gentle. It was random. Yet it was so… Innocent. Pure. It happened again. And again. Eventually it turned into more.  As their cuddles transformed into kisses, kisses into… touching, touching into romance. They continued to hide it. Hide it all. Fenrir felt ashamed of it. Sometimes he’d force himself to bed a woman, even tried dating a couple, it always ended in the same pit of despair. But that despair would always end whenever he found himself back in his lover's arms. It always dispersed into a cloud of memory long gone the second they kissed. 

He loved Edgar. He wouldn’t deny it to himself. Only to others. Whenever he’d get teased by Sirius or Ray about his night outs he’d always respond with some description of his “woman”. About how she was from the Red Territory so he couldn’t reveal her in favour of her own secrets. Her family was strict and religious to the Red Army he’d say. Describe some romance story of great renown. After the King’s death, Fenrir said they broke up due to the war looming in between the two armies. In reality, it was just Edgar and his story turned around to be normal. Something he wished it was. 

The weeks continued. Trouble was brewing in the Red Army according to Sirius. Something about Jack. When Fenrir asked for more, rather panickingly, Sirius just responded with a shrug. “I don't know the specifics. Just that there's been movement from Lance into the Magic Tower. The Jack has been seen there as well.” Alice looked panicked. Something about how she was scared of the Magic Tower or Lancelot coming for her. In reality, Fenrir could give two less shits. Not that he didn’t care for her, but he was far more concerned about Edgar. Either way he continued to comfort her. In a way he used her as a make-shift replacement for Edgar. He vented a couple of his own fears, and she looked sad at him. Gave him… Cuddles. She tried to kiss him once. Fenrir shot away. He didn’t mind getting hugged or comforted by her, but the second her face got that close… He ran. 

The night of the full moon came by in no time. Lancelot revealed what was happening to the Red Army. Alas, nothing about Edgar had ever come up. He was more quiet in meetings than usual. Alice insisted on staying in Cradle to “help.” She said as such as clung to Fenrir’s arm. Fenrir chuckled shakily when she did it. Her breasts up against his arm. She looked up at him as if for approval. He didn’t say anything at first, before just laughing nervously. Edgar was staring at him. It looked… Pained. Like he was 16 again clinging to Fenrir inside of that tiny attic space. Crying as he begged. Edgar said nothing as Fenrir agreed Alice could stay in Cradle if she wanted to. 

The night of the full moon came. The Red and Black armies attacked the Magic Tower, Alice somewhere with them. But he couldn’t find Edgar or Lancelot. Jonah said they stayed at the courthouse. Didn’t clarify why and told Fenrir to leave it… He couldn’t. He ran back to the courthouse on his horse, full speed. He ran up the stairs faster than he had ever ran before. The sight he saw was… Shocking. Fenrir had never met Edgar’s Uncle, but he recognized him. He’d recognize the eyes and hair anywhere. He saw Claudius spread out on the table, spoon sticking out of his mouth. He passed out in front of Fenrir’s eyes, but he looked at Fenrir for a split second beforehand. Fenrir could swear he saw something in them. Loathing. Edgar looked up at him in shock. Edgar was sweating profusely. Fenrir even noticed some tears. Lancelot wasn’t far away. They were within his eyesight. Edgar didn’t seem to care. He rushed off the table and embraced his lover. He shoved his face into Fenrir’s neck and clutched to his uniform. At first Fenrir was shocked. This was the first time they had made contact in two months. First time they even acknowledged each other. Fenrir didn’t move. Edgar let out a choked sob. It was quiet. Fenrir still heard it. Edgar started to back away, apologizing profusely. Fenrir snapped out of his daze and pulled him back into the hug. Lancelot looked at them both, but he didn’t say anything. Even after Edgar started sobbing into Fenrir’s shoulder, even after they grabbed onto each other. 

During the time in between then and dawn Fenrir learned the full extent of Edgar’s past. Every misdeed and every abuse. They were alone in a courtroom. They hugged and Fenrir comforted him. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his destiny. He deserved to be loved. They kissed. But it was short. It was hardly as sweet as they used to. Edgar looked scared of it. Edgar looked scared of Fenrir. When dawn was near their midst, Edgar said something that made Fenrir freeze. “Aren’t you with Alice?” He said it so quietly… So small that Fenrir barely heard him. Fenrir was in shock. He couldn’t respond. 

Edgar took that as an answer. A simple one at that. A yes. Edgar backed away from Fenrir. Fenrir tried to say anything. Everything. He couldn’t speak. He didn’t know why. He was scared. All he was imagining was Edgar leaving him. For these two months to stretch out into years. He had to say something. But all he could imagine was a future without Edgar. Without someone he’s been with for years. He couldn't breathe. When Edgar began to walk away, Fenrir grabbed ahold of his arm. It was tight. It was the same way he grabbed it back when he first found out about his Uncle. “No.” He choked out. “No, I don't love her.” He couldn’t speak. “Please don't leave.” Edgar stared back at him. He had stopped crying. Normally he’d take this as a sign of Edgar listening to him. But his lover's face was indifferent. It was cold. It was calculated. He didn’t believe Fenrir. Not an ounce. 

“You do not have to lie for my favour, Fenrir.” He shoved Fenrir’s hand away from his arm, rubbing at his arm afterwards. “I saw how she looked at you.” He paused before stepping back away. His voice was dripping with venom. “You can be with her.” He paused again. “You can be with anyone. I'm marrying a woman.” 

Fenrir’s world froze. 

“She’s from the Red Territory. My Uncle has been arranging it for years.”

Fenrir’s shock turned into anger.  “Your uncle is about to be loaded in a jailed carriage for abuse and terrorism, Edgar. You can deny the marriage! The marriage isn't set in stone and I do not love that woman. I have never loved any woman. I’ve tried to before, you know this. Please.” 

“I agreed to it.” Fenrir’s world shattered. “I only found out a few months ago, I was going to deny it… However, I have to be realistic, Fenrir.” Edgar choked out his next few words. The venom that was in his voice earlier had dissipated when Fenrir admitted his feelings. “This isn't normal. None of it is. We should've never shared a bed. We should have never been together.” 

Fenrir grabbed his arms again, his eyes were filled with pleas, his face was contorted and he was close to getting on his knees and begging. “Edgar, please. Please don't do this. You don't love her… Do you?” Edgar was silent, but the answer was an obvious no. “Please.”

“I have to have children. I have to have a life.” Edgar stepped closer to Fenrir. His arms encircled Fenrir. “I can't have that with you. No matter how hard I wish I could.” A tear streamed from Edgar’s face, and multiple were streaming from Fenrir’s. “For all its worth, Fenrir…” Edgar and Fenrir’s faces drew ever closer, the same way it had many times before. “If I were a woman, or if you were…” They were millimeters apart. “I would have chosen you over every other circumstance or outcome.” Their lips met. It was deep. It was somehow soft and demanding. Rough but delicate. They were both pulling each other closer. But it wasn’t possible. They were drifting apart the longer it went on. Edgar was the one who broke the kiss, regardless of Fenrir’s crying. “I…” The next few words pained him. “I hope you have a good life, with whoever you choose.” Edgar was the one who stepped away. He was the one who crossed the line for the final time, who broke the sever. No matter how much Fenrir begged, he did not look back. He opened the door to the room and walked out. Fenrir would not cross this line. He continued to beg. To plead. He was the one who broke this time. 

Crack ship turned angst #lol felt cult may delete later 

[thedollarstoresatan]

If i were a citizen of the Red Army i would LOATHE them. (And probably get kicked out due to sleeping in past my alarm...) but as a reader I ADORE them so. 😭

I've been wondering what started the war in the ikerev universe but honestly the answer is so simple.

Now I've only played Sirius, Ray, Seth and half way Fenrir but as far as I've noticed it looks like it started out of inequality and classism.

There's clearly a difference in the income of each army. A difference system in each army. Different ideals.

I bet all my money that Cradle was ruled by a king and then people from low status just decided to start to rebel so the king and nobles made the red army and peasants and poverty the black army.

[thedollarstoresatan]

Oh yeah there's a massive chance of some sort of uprising. In fact I think in one route there's even a remark about it (I forgot which one though, probably a red army route or a citizen route.) To my memory it was basically "When one group of people are in power there's bound to be people who resist/revolt against it". So if I remembered correctly the story does have remarks about the fact that there were revolts and that they still happen. I just personally don't think that a revolution was what broke the army apart, as it's what brought them together in the end.

But yeah no, there's 100% revolts against the red army specifically. It's also hinted at that the red army is generally liked less than the Black by the citizens of the red territory. Most likely due to how the red army throws them out for medium infractions. So yeah no, there's 100% tension between the Red army and the citizens!

(Plus there's also the fact we know the citizens of the Red Territory aren't big fans of Lancelot, which can be easily surmised by both his nickname and the fact the citizens don't seem to want to get close to him. The only time we saw him interacting with citizens in the routes was either met with hatred or fear, or in his route specifically when that woman came onto him, greed of wanting a part of his position.)

Personally really like the fact that the red army is both hated and idolized by the red citizens lmao

I've been wondering what started the war in the ikerev universe but honestly the answer is so simple.

Now I've only played Sirius, Ray, Seth and half way Fenrir but as far as I've noticed it looks like it started out of inequality and classism.

There's clearly a difference in the income of each army. A difference system in each army. Different ideals.

I bet all my money that Cradle was ruled by a king and then people from low status just decided to start to rebel so the king and nobles made the red army and peasants and poverty the black army.

[thedollarstoresatan]

Personally, if i was writing the history of Cradle, I'd most likely just go with that they acted as one force, but were still separate entities at their core with different values and ideals. This could also help push along the assumption of the two splitting up officially due to power imbalance or one side getting the "shorter stick." If they acted as one force, but still remained seperate Armies it'd also be a good reference to a deck of cards. In certain games the colour of the cards you pull don't matter; however in a select few the colours of the cards do. Causing a rift between the two colours and separating them.

It also just creates a parallel with the future of Cradle in the routes. The future of cradle will most likely wind up with the two Armies being allianced again and fighting as one force, but still remaining seperate entities with their own terrorities and citizens as well as laws for their respective lands.

Either way I couldn't imagine that I would ever make it to where one of the Armies didn't exist, since that'd defeat the purpose of the deck of cards reference.

As to why the Armies existed as seperate entities in the first place, chances are it's like you said. Someone may have been threatening the country, the two Armies developed to deal with the threat but couldn't agree on ideals or delegate tasks, so they simply allianced and lived as one but operated as two.

Like I kindve hinted at at the end of my last post, they never actually talk about the history of the abandoned castle. I think Lancelot or Sirius may mention it once, something about how the Armies were once merged (like i was talking about) but unless Dalim's route or one of two looking glass routes I haven't seen yet talks about it more the developers never deep dived into it. We got literal scraps about cradles past mixed into about 5-ish different routes, and my theories are just smashing the bits together. Chances are that if we ever got a Blanc route, the history behind the abandoned castle would've been explained there. Alas, that never happened, so there's no way to know.

glad to answer anymore questions though because I haven't gotten to talk about this game in years to anyone and this is fun

I've been wondering what started the war in the ikerev universe but honestly the answer is so simple.

Now I've only played Sirius, Ray, Seth and half way Fenrir but as far as I've noticed it looks like it started out of inequality and classism.

There's clearly a difference in the income of each army. A difference system in each army. Different ideals.

I bet all my money that Cradle was ruled by a king and then people from low status just decided to start to rebel so the king and nobles made the red army and peasants and poverty the black army.