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Evermount is a dystopian IF that takes inspiration from movies like "Don't Worry, Darling" and "Maze Runner." (18+)
Every day's the same: you wake up, you brush your teeth, you step into the shower, you get out, you make breakfast, you clean, as a homemaker does, and then, at exactly 12.10—not a second earlier or later—there's a knock. You then step out of the house and into the streets: the Mingle.
It's compulsory.
It only happens in pairs—everyone has a designated friend. And you're no stranger; you have one too—you are one too.
You walk, you talk, and you spend the majority of the day together—two hours minimum outside, gazing at the endless rows of pale houses in the neighbourhood; for the rest of the time, before it's time to prep dinner, you're free to do as you please with your friend.
That's Evermount.
Blue-suited guards stand in every corner, but they're no threat—you're under threat. And this is how you keep safe. It's necessary; the council said so themselves. Under no circumstances shall Evermount be left, ever. So, no one has, and no one intends to.
Why would you? It's peaceful—you're at peace. You have your spouse, and you have your house; everyone's happy. This is all you've ever known.
The Spouse [f/m] | Enemies to lovers
Every day at 7:00, you wake up, arrange breakfast on the table, wrap up the leftover dinner, and position yourself on the front porch, holding their lunch bag against your chest. The kiss is so swift that you hardly process it, and then they're gone. You wave, with a smile on your face, as you watch their car merge into a stream of Chevrolet Bel Airs—supplied by the council—all heading to work.
In the evening, you share dinner, in silence. They don't talk much—only when there's company. Sometimes, it feels like you don't even know them.
The Officer [f/m] | Friends to lovers
Their eyes scanned yours, filled with concern. A deep crease cut straight through the centre of their brow, marring their otherwise smooth face. Their lips moved hastily, and they clutched your hand, but you felt yourself slipping away, slowly.
"I promise, we'll find you."
Those words are so strange, you recall them, every day. But that's all. You don't remember the date, the time, or why. A figment of your imagination, maybe?
You see them in your dreams. Yet you don't know who they are—if they even exist.
The Voice [f/m] | ???
You're. Not. Crazy.
But someone who isn't you speaks inside your head. To you.
They'd lock you up for that. Take you somewhere far away. But you feel the exact same—you're no danger. So, you don't tell. You just keep acting as you are.
The Friend [f/m] | Forbidden romance (relationship history can be an affair)
Your partner in crime, as some might say. They're your friend—you've been assigned since the beginning. But they were already living here, long before you and your spouse moved into the neighbourhood, before you two were assigned together.
They talk a lot, more than your spouse. They like you, and you like them. That's what friends are supposed to do; that's what the Mingle is for—it's bad to feel alone, and the council doesn't want that.
The Council Member [f/m] | Forbidden romance
"Don't trust them," the voice warns.
Your eyes narrow at them; the area under their eyes is hollow, worn, riddled with fine lines. They expel an exhausted breath and reposition the tie that's wrapped around their neck, way too tight.
They look the part. They look like everyone else in Evermount, yet they're not: they're in the council, they're above you.
DEMO (TBD) 𖤓 INTROS
reblogs are appreciated!
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Why every IF got a secret romance whos always male.
Gender-selectable secret RO's:
Love bites - @lovebites-if
The Decoy - @thedecoy-if
Evermount - @evermount-if
I don't think this counts, but there are quite a number of gender fluid secret RO's:
Roots - @roots-game
Zorlok - @zorlok-if
The Edge of Dawn - @elysianfiction
#thewrothode#I have no idea why#but that's just how it works out sometimes#I'm sure there are many IF's with secret female RO's but it's just a little hard to find#and as you can tell I've been playing rdr2 a lot...
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Top 5 demos you’re most excited for👁👁
@/dropout-if is obvious so i won't add to that!
@/stagnation-if
@/forsakensword-if
@/evermount-if
@/radiokathryn-if [i don't stalk it as much but i have my eye on it.]
neon // byte [need to find out if that's in a forum yet].
honorable mentions: @/depthsasunder-if and another game called 'fifteen minutes'? i don't remember the blog atm, and @/offscriptif. [but when shall they return back from the war? /weeps]. also a legit brand new game, i know little about but the ros got me eyeing: @/cretaceous-if
#grapecase answers#it is in no particular order#but these are the stuff that either has me buzzing most or creeping their blogs regular#anon#if recs#thanks for the ask!#if demos#i went with ifs with 0 demos - which i figured you meant - rather than developing demos#demos in progress lol#also easier bc i havent read any new demos other than thicker than lol. so it would've just been that. infamous and dakota's games#i love love bites but i feel stagnation is gonna eff me up lmao#maybe bc im already hype for mc/a/seth
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We can add playing Animal Crossing to the list of reasons why my fic isn’t getting written, right behind the huge looming monster that is procrastination and insecurity :)
#i open the chapter at least once a day#write maybe a sentence#panic that the comfort chapters will be so much worse than the hurt ones#close the chapter#repeat every day#im tens of thousands of words into this evermounting pile of non communication and anxiety#and the thought that my resolution will fall conpletely flat and dissapointing#it terrifies me
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“The wan light of the red sun caught in the pupils of her eyes, trapped there for the longest time. Zozar marvelled at the beauty, letting the sight seep into his every fibre as though he could make the sensation last for eternity.
Cleophatia’s happiness was infectious. It lifted his spirit even in these uncertain times. She made it easier to ignore the tumours that riddled her body, drew his mind away from the polyps that punctuated his. There was no sickness in her gaze.
They stood like that for a long time it seemed, together on the slope of the Evermount overlooking the capital. The ruddy light washed over the pyra- midal buildings of the city below, catching like laser on capstones, dancing from one vertex to the next as a living thing, a monochrome zephyr that streamed along abandoned streets. All was quiet now. The rioters had no more strength, the rebels had been cowed, the disenfranchised infected no longer possessed the strength for upheaval.
Zozar had wanted no part of it. What was the point of wasting the last of one’s life in despair? The end came all the same, and Cleophatia had taught him that it was better to embrace what life there was than to spill it- meagrely through one’s fingers in bitterness and hostility.
A tug at his tunic brought Zozar’s attention down to his daughters, Azella and Isoris. The twins looked up at him, so pure, free of the sun-curse.
‘Will it hurt, Father?’ asked Isoris. ‘The biotransference?’
‘It will free us from pain, my dear,’ answered Cleophatia while Zozar still contemplated the answer.
He realised that the truth did not matter. His daughter was only seeking assurance, which their mother was so quick to provide. Zozar wished he had that easy emotion, to feel the situation rather than think about it. But then it was the complexity of his intellect that Cleophatia said she loved, drawn to and celebrating their differences, of course. And her warmth passed to him so that sometimes, just sometimes, his engineer-brain was set free from the shackles of logic and just floated on moments of joy. Moments like this one.
‘Will it hurt though, Father?’ said Azella, the one never quite satisfied by her mother’s answers. She was more like him, though possessed of a far more forgiving disposition. ‘You helped build it, you should know.’
He looked up at the Evermount and the Great Machine that had been erected at its summit. It was true that he had devised some of its angled walls and projecting antennae, stretching like hands towards the rising sun, but of its real workings he knew little.
‘I think it will tickle,’ he said, prodding both daughters to elicit squeals of
shock and joy. Cleophatia’s look of happiness intensified and Zozar’s heart throbbed with pride, knowing he had done well in her eyes.
As nobility, albeit of low rank, they would be among the first to enter the biotransference halls. Zozar took his daughters’ hands and led them up the marbled pathway, while other families gathered ahead at the gates. He realised he was trembling with excitement and they could sense it too. So close to the end of the pain. Zozar could scarce believe that he had played a small part in the creation of their salvation.
He was torn from his reverie by a strange sensation, like grit in his hands. He rubbed his fingers together, realising he no longer held onto his children. It felt like sand falling from his palms.
Zozar looked down at the two girls. Each was falling apart, slowly disinte- grating into dull, ruddy crystals. Flesh became dust, slipping away from a shining metal skeleton beneath.
He looked at his own hands, the gnarled, cancer-ridden digits falling on the breeze too. The sensation crept up his arm, freezing for a moment, leaving a chilled numbness in its wake.
Cleophatia gasped in horror.
He turned his eyes upon his beloved but she looked back not with eyes of love and warmth but the cold red stare of optical lenses.
All three had become animated statues, embodiments of death that he had laboured hard to escape. The Great Machine was meant to free them from the burdens of the flesh, but not like this.
His own body melted away, leaving unfeeling living metal.
Zozar’s consciousness found movement, still traumatised by the dreams. The scream inside him stopped before vocalisation. It took a few moments to orientate himself out of the dream state, pushing the terrible vision away.
With comprehension came awareness of his physicality inside the stasis chamber. A tripodal body, skeletal beneath plates of armour. Multiple arms, each beweaponed with gun or blade, pulsing with hatred-turned-energy. The skorpekh lord felt no flesh nor organ, and deep within the construct of his form throbbed an emptiness where his half-remembered soul should have been.
The last tattered vestiges of his loved ones fluttered from thought and the emptiness inside swelled with a different strength. Rage. A rage powered by a loss magnified through the lens of aeons. Rage fuelled by a guilt only known to one that had doomed his love by his own hand.
Rage and hate flowed, crackling across metal bones. All living things would perish in the inferno of his anger. All was ruin and all would be rendered unto ruin for all time.
His despair needed venting or it would consume him. Zozar the Destroyer had woken.”
-Thorpe, G. (2020). Indomitus. Black Library. Chapter 2
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Am I going to watch The Lost Boys as a comfort movie later tonight to cope with the evermounting disappointment of the last two days?
Yeah. Probably.
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one thing I love about music, taylors music specifically. is the sadness is subjective to everyone it can be devistatingly heart breaking to some, but not touch a single chord with others, or some will find a piece of themselves within the bridge, and wrap up in the lyrics and surround themselves with the comfort of being understood.
you can cry knowing if someone has felt this pain this ongoing ache, excruciating weight the evermounting pressure the wound that won’t heal. and they survived. because they are on the other end of your headphones. they are saying, they we’re there too.
I feel like these past two albums were for the people who have grown up with Taylor their entire life who don’t necessarily have their shit together, but I felt listening to them were one big secret session. for everyone. she let her guard down for these stripped back old genre nostalgia songs, and to have her do that when she was so many times put in a box and told what people wanted from her. her taking the reins, I couldn’t be more proud if I tried. and I think they are some of the most incredible songs. listening to them feels like a hug.
#taylor swift#tswift#taylorswift#swifties#taylurking#taylurks#swiftie#evermore#folklore#folklore and evermore#ts#folklore era#evermore era#debut#writing about Taylor
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Shawn Evermount and I are best friends and he loves my dog, Grumble.
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Lowkey wanna live in Evermount
two types of people ahaaha
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I’m weaker today
than I’ve been for a little while. But the weakness didn’t take me all of a sudden. It just stepped away for a moment to build itself back up, bubbling up and over the front steps, over the welcome mat, right up under the front door.
I stepped in it, thought I could weather its advance if I took a stab at playing emotionally stable, self aware, healthy, wise,
normal.
I thought I could, perhaps, stomp it down and out but it took hold like some eldricht horror taking refuge in the hidden labyrinth behind my eyes.
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But it is, for all of its evermounting intensity, a feeling.
It comes in and lives like a season then leaves like a sunset, oh, the missing, and it’s yearning to accompany it, the matter-of-factness of it all.
Look at that, how many years have come to pass in just this one?
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am i tripping but is the evermount blog gone?
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i've been thinking so if tattoos and stuff aren't a thing and everyone gets their stuff from the council, how much self expression is there, both with the people and their homes? like is everything either pastel or sad beige minimalism or can people get a bit silly with it?
to a small extent, MC can make special requests, but whether they'll ultimately be approved isn't guaranteed as resources are scarce
houses are all painted happy and bright colours, so you can imagine the neighbourhood looking something like this:
it might not seem like much, but it's the best the council could do, considering the situation beyond
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👀👀 I wanna do crack theories too!! So I think MC is like, a commissioned robot copy, replacement thing of River's dead lover 🤖 and all the pics around the house are the real lover, and that's why they're so happy but we can't remember☝️🤓 and then River hates us for being so close to the real thing, but not actually the person he wants 💔 and it's gonna be a real weird feeling for River if MC "cheats" on them cuz MC has the dead lover's face, smoochin' some guy (gender-neutral) 😘💀😨 and River's route is gonna be super angsty, bitter-sweet cuz we're competing against the dead, "real" love that MC is but an imitation of 😔😭
Okay that's all I got 😃✌️
oooh haven't seen a theory like this! super interesting! I'm definitely going to have to return back to all of these when the time comes heha
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Is the money earned by the breadwinner considered to belong to both of them equally or does the MC need to ask for permission to buy things? Are River and MC frugal or can the MC buy things like clothes, books, beauty products, jewellery, etc. within reason?
Evermount doesn't adhere to the capitalist concept of working for income and struggling to survive; that's not its focus at all. everyone contributes to maintain Evermount's safety - that's the number 1 priority. so, the working spouse doesn't work for money but to keep the neighbourhood safe. also, every personal request will be provided if deemed appropriate
long story short: money is not a concept in Evermount, so monetary problems don't exist
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Wow first this looks awesome! I'm super interested!!! This looks like it'll be so cool!! Second- I'm so curious about spouse being ENEMIES to lovers, They must seriously hate MC and I wanna know why soooo baddddd and the friend system, ahhhhh I wanna know about our friend!!!!
thank you!! MC will definitely find out at some point but up until then I can't reveal anything ahhah!
a little more info about the friend system: each friend carries a small notebook around their neck or shoulder. from Mon - Sat, everyone is obliged to jot down how their friend is acting, feeling, and if there are any oddities or if everything's the same as always. on Saturday, after the final Mingle of the week, before MC steps into their home, they place the notebook in front of the door for it to be collected. by Monday, it'll be in front of the door again, ready for the process to repeat itself.
it's a system designed to foster a tight-knit community where everyone looks out for one another.
"if you fail to tend to a garden for too long, weeds begin to grow"
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