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friendball-irl · 8 months

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OOC: Heya folks!

It was brought to my attention that the unintentional focus on empathy vs apathy was in poor taste. People experience empathy at varying levels, which has no bearing on their morality, and I sincerely apologize to anyone who I have upset through accidentally insinuating that. It was not my intention, and I will be sure to put more thought into any decisions like this in the future.

So! What's changing, then? Well, first and foremost, I think renaming the arc is in order. I've come up with the #heart and mind arc tag to replace the #apathy arc tag.

Next, I am going to change a few things on Gray's Shadowing. Gray is no longer considered to be truly Shadowed and is going to be considered Muted, a very similar condition to being Shadowed, yet significantly less dangerous. Muting works by obstructing someone from their true feelings, leaving faint traces of their positive emotions available instead of closing them off entirely. As a result of the vacuum left by the lack of positive emotions, however, Muted victims experience a spike in negative emotions. This does not change their values, but may cause them to lash out as it increases their existing hurt and anger.

As such, this makes it more of a mental change in him rather than an emotional one. The main way people are going to get him back is by playing off the connections they made with him, trying to to rekindle his positive emotions through their relationships with him. This explains why it is significantly easier for him to be purified, since less effort is needed to cure Muting.

As for moving forward, I'm going to say that Ducky was able to research and let everyone know about the difference between Muting and Shadowing by now, with his condition being mistaken for Shadow until now. Zagreus will no longer be considered a shadow, but a Pokemon who can simply Mute people as part of his moveset.

Again, really sorry to the people negatively affected by this, and I'll be sure to run anything like this in the future by people who actually know what they're talking about.

#ooc #apathy arc #heart and mind arc #ooc: reblogging this would be appreciated to help spread it around a bit!

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siebenschoen · 4 years

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longing for daylight Ivan x Reader

Ivan sometimes wanders through the manor during the day, you know that by now. Still it never fails to surprise you, when you see him around.

Fair warning: this takes place during Beliath’s route (for extra drama), but the only thing I watched of his new chapter 5 so far is the conversation with Ivan, so spoilers, I guess? And also this is absolutely un-beta-ed. I’ll probably come back soon and correct any mistakes, I’ll find.

Also this whole thing will probably turn out to be incredible ooc, once we know more about Ivan. But we know so little right now and this wouldn’t let me alone, until I wrote it.

reblogs and likes are very much appreciated!

Faint sunbeams fall through the big window and you pry your eyes open to see that last bits of daylight are still desperately clinging on. It’s not night, not yet. But it will be soon, sooner than you would like.

Your body and mind are a mess, confused by the sudden changes from night to day and day to night. They feel the same to you. Sometimes you will wake at the break of dawn, to see the sun rise over the forest in lovely, pastel colours. Sometimes it will be midday with brilliant blue skies or evenings with clouds painted in orange and red. At other times it will be night and then you can sometimes hear the others moving through the manor.

Vampires are unnaturally silent in their movement, but you are able to pick out one or two signs to show that you are not alone (no matter how empty this manor feels) - a swishing curtain, the air moving with a body that had been there just a second ago…

But for now, it’s still day. Still time to roam the halls, that rightfully belong to you, in peace and quite. If you’re fast enough, you might even be able to sneak back up to your room before night time falls and force yourself back to sleep, before the first vampire wakes - before Beliath wakes.

You slip into your dress, which is beginning to look worn. You didn’t bring much with you from the orphanage. And clothes have been the least of your worries for the past few months, but maybe… maybe you will be able to go back to villages tomorrow. Beliath’s powers have never stopped you from going there before and you do not plan on making a run for it. Blindly running away will not work, you have figured that much out by now.

With a sigh you let yourself out of the Rose Room - it is still strange, to think of it as your room - and into the hallway. You think about getting yourself something to eat from the kitchen, when you are able to make out a hodded figure at the bottom of the stairs. Your breath hitches, before you remember, Ivan.

You have met him once before during daylight and kept his secret like he asked. It is weird to think about it. A vampire out and about during the day, still clinging to everything that had made him human once. But it also helps to take away the shudder that used to go through you, everytime you so much as looked in his direction.

It did nothing to change the fact that he was the one responsible for your situation, but knowing that he as well is stuck in a similar situation, helps to ease your bitterness. He is miserable and so young compared to the others - you can’t help but feel for him.

“Ivan”, you call after him and he spins around, surprised. The others would have heard you coming as soon as you left your room. Even Ivan should have. You never managed to catch one of them by surprise before. “You did not notice me”, you say as you walk down the stairs. Tone light, teasing.

Ivan seems to shrink back into his hood. His pale face hidden in the shadows. No daylight falls into the entrance hall - all the curtains have been carefully drawn close -, but still he hids himself. Well, better safe then sorry, you guess. Or maybe he was outside. But this whole hood situation doesn’t exactly make him blend in… anywhere, really, surely it is much easier to spot him this wa- “I told you.” Ivan shrugs, but it’s too forced to seem natural. “Our powers are weaker during the day.”

“Oh… yeah…”, you mumble. It’s not that you completely forgot, in fact you had stored that information away quite nicely, hoping to might get some use out of it. But it’s still weird to think of a vampire as anything but an all-defeating force, that could overpower you in an instance.

You walk past Ivan at the bottom of the staircase, when you come to an abrupt halt. You don’t know what to say to him, but it feels wrong to just leave him there. He looks lonely.

He’s a monster!, a voice, at the back of your head, screams. A monster that can’t control himself! You know that, of course you do. But it’s hard to connect that to the man - no, boy, really - standing in front of you. Maybe it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, but he seems younger in daylight. Thin, almost fragile, with dark circles under his eyes.

You’re being naive, probably. And this might be a huge mistake, but you feel like you might understand him - freshly turned, overwhelmed with everything and everyone - and he might understand you.

“I wanted to go to the kitchen.”, you say, before the rational part of your brain, can catch up with you. The statement hangs loosely, awkwardly in the air. “To get something to eat, I mean.”, you add quickly and then cringe inwardly. This might not be the best topic to breech, considering you are what Ivan would consider something to eat.

You take a deep breath and steady yourself. “What I’m trying to say is, that I wouldn’t mind company, if you would like to come along.”

Ivan looks confused for a moment, before he slowly nods and follows you into the kitchen.

Ever since you had to realize that your living situation in the manor might be more permanent than you would like it to be, you had put some effort into cleaning the abondend kitchen. Your life is not the best at the moment, but you still refuse to eat something that has been prepared on a surface covered in layers of dust. As you scurry through the kitchen, trying to find something edible, Ivan hovers awkwardly next to the door.

You’re sniffing at the bread that you found in the far corner of one of the cupboards, debating if you would survive eating it, when he speaks up. “I didn’t know that we had food down here”, he pauses, “Well, normal food”

“You didn’t. I bought somethings in town.”, you can’t help the dry laugh that escapes your lips, “Beliath tends to keep a loose lash when it comes to things like this.” Ivan scowls, but you ignore him in favour of weighing the bread in your hand, deciding to give it a try. You think there might even be some cheese leftovers still left in the fridge. Old bread and cheese crumbs - a meal worthy of a king. It seems you have to make a quick trip to the town soon anyway.

"You shouldn't talk about him like that.", Ivan looks a bit helpless in the way he stands there, still close to the door, as if he is unwilling to enter the room. You have to think about the legend that vampires can't enter a house, unless you bid them in and you wonder if there is any truth to it. You never thought that you would be able to get an actual answer to that question from a reliable source.

"I didn't know that you were that invested in keeping Beliath's image clean.", you smile to yourself - only slightly cynical. "You'd have your work cut out for you, that's for sure."

Ivan shakes his head. "That's not it. It's just...", he trails off, as you spread the cheese over your bread in a way to make it look at least slightly appetizing. "You're is chalice. And he saved your life. After I nearly killed you." Ivan glances around the nervously - is he afraid that you'll freak out as soon as he mentiones what happend to you? Until a few days ago he had every reason to, but now you feel a weird calmness overcome you. You haven't come to terms with your situation - you don't know, if you ever will -, but you know that yelling at Ivan won't change that.

You take a bite from your bread and chew slowly, giving you enough time to think about what you could possibly reply to that. "That's true, Ivan, but... how should I put it?" You sigh. "Oh well, if someone can relate to dramatic life changes, it's probably you. You told me once that you don't take joy from your vampire abilities in the same way that Ethan or Beliath do. Well, I don't take well to my role as a chalice either."

You look him straight in the eyes. They are yellow and unnaturally bright. Like sunflowers. "You said that you are awake during the days, because you cling to the things that you once had. And I feel that too." You take another bite. Ivan doesn't say a word, but he seems deeply focussed on you. "I grew up in an orphanage. It's not excactly the best place for a child, but I think I did alright. I had friends, not many, but still. There was just one thing that I always missed. The orphanage was strict. It felt like a cage. And I always wanted to be free. Free to do what I wanted, to go where I wanted. I had that freedom for maybe three days." You put your plate in the empty sink, your back turned to Ivan, but you can feel his eyes follow you. A dry laugh escapes you and you have to pull yourself together to not let your eyes grow wet. Fuck, you're getting emotional. "And now I'm trapped in another big, empty house."

"I'm sorry", Ivan's voice is soft and you turn around to see his face twisted in a guilty expression. "Thank you" You shake your head. "But you don't have to apologise. I'm not mad at you, not anymore."

"This is just a guess", you say, "But the way you cling onto the days... It feels like you might miss your freedom too."

Ivan's arms are crossed over his chest. His head is turned down, the large hood hiding his expression. He looks up and you are once again struck by how young he looks. Young and lonely and sad. "I guess so. A part of me at least." He glances past you to the tall windows with the curtains drawn shut. "I miss being able to leave whenever I feel like it. I miss seeing tree leaves against a blue sky. I miss walking through crowds, just minding my own buisness, but somehow being part of the masses. Fuck, I miss being alive."

Without noticing, you stepped closer to him. Your hand on his arm. Wanting to comfort... to be comforted. Ivan twichtes at the sudden contact. His sunflower eyes wide open. The air seems to be burning and you can hardly breath. He glances down to your neck and your breath hitches. Somehow this feels more intimated than anytime Beliath bit you. Fuck.

"I...", Ivan's voice is raspy. "I have to go. Aaron will be waiting for me." And with that he is out of the kitchen in a blink of an eye.

Your heart is beating heavyly against your ribcage. You glance to the clock. There is at least another hour of daylight left. Fuck. This is so not good.

#moonlight lovers #ml #my writing #ml ivan #moonlight lovers ivan #beemoov #ml fanfiction #moonlight lover fanfiction #ml fanfic

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thehuggamugcafe · 6 years

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And The World Went Away

OOC: Well, it’s official. The Resident Evil 2 Remake demo scared the holy hell out of this Barista. Good lord, I couldn’t help but to feel inspired after watching some gameplay footage. Also, Overkill’s The Walking Dead characters’ story trailers helped spawn this little musing.

This... What is this? Well, I wouldn’t call it a series. Merely... Musings for whenever I’m in the mood to write them, which won’t be often, I think. If you’d like, I can include my other muses in their own scenarios for these “musings”, for lack of a better word.

If anyone’s interested in this sort of thing, please let me know; I’d really appreciate the feedback. Likes and reblogs are A-OK, but comments on this (yes, even constructive criticism!) are fine, too.

Let us begin the horror show shall we, my dears? Please enjoy. ☕

A cranium impacted the wall of an alleyway, besmirching the filthy brick exterior with a splatter of blood. A huff of a breath left the mouth of a certain barista—no, former barista—as a moist noise came from the skull of what had once been a man.

Milky brown eyes stared up into the sweaty, flushed face of a 20-year-old woman as a knife was removed from where it was inserted: between the monstrosity’s eyes.

“You bastard! Goddammit,” the ex-barista hissed, clicking her tongue as she spared a quick glance at herself.

Ice blue irises glared at her glove-covered hands, checking and double-checking for any glaringly obvious signs of a scratch, no matter how small.

She relaxed only when she was positive that she hadn’t been scratched.

Eira had seen what happened to those who’d been unfortunate enough to be bitten or scratched, after all.

It had only been a few months since the initial outbreak had occurred, but...

She remembered.

She remembered what had happened on that day in her small, homey café.

It was cliché, so terribly cliché, but it had started off the same way as it had in all those horrid, cheesy zombie movies, TV shows, books, and video games.

Reports of odd assaults on an unsuspecting person, who’s only crime was being at the wrong place, wrong time, became a daily occurrence.

Headlines titled “Attacks In Broad Daylight” were soon plastered over the front page of every newspaper, every news magazine across the country.

Health and government officials assured the public that there was nothing to worry about, that order would be restored within a few short weeks. Meanwhile, the general public was advised to stay away from anyone who may be “sick,” and to remain as sanitary as possible. She recalled the one warning, the only warning the public had received before all hell broke loose on the streets of Tokyo...

“We interrupt this scheduled program for a message from the Japanese Ministry of Health. A contagious disease is rumoured to have begun spreading within Shibuya. Those who’ve been exposed to this illness display the following symptoms: sweating, nausea, fever, disorientation, seizures, severe migraines, and eventual death. We advise all residents to remain indoors until further notice. If you believe that you or a loved one is infected with this disease, please call local authorities immediately. Do not leave your residence. This message will repeat every five minutes.”

The day when a customer had stumbled in through the door of the Huggamug Café, left open to allow a nonexistent breeze to whisper through the interior, despite the air conditioner keeping the customers, the employees, and the young owner and manager cool.

Eira recalled the customer’s twitching body, voicing an unusual-sounding groan as saliva and blood dripped on to the floor of the café. It was something that irked Eira greatly, having just swept and mopped the floor 30 minutes before the customer arrived.

“Hey.”

She remembered snapping that lone word as she walked forward, ready to give the customer a piece of her mind. However...

The closer she got, the more she realized how much he reeked. He stunk of sweat, as if he hadn’t showered in weeks.

She noticed how dirty his clothes were, how matted his hair was.

She noticed the blood and bits of flesh stuck between his teeth.

“Sir, are you okay? Maybe you should-”

Eira could still remember the feeling of two dirty, cold hands wrapping around her clothed shoulders.

She could still recall the sickening breath wafting over her face as she hit the floor.

She remembered feeling the disgusting stench of warm copper hitting her face as she screamed for someone, anyone to assist her as the customer snapped his bloody jaws near her face.

She could recall three sets of footsteps quickly approaching her as she raised a foot, delivering a solid kick to the man’s chest, knocking him off of her.

Immediately after Eira had kicked the customer away from her, Akira had followed up with a quick swing underneath the man’s chin with a broom. The man had hit the floor, as expected, but he resorted to crawling on his hands and knees.

“W-What the hell is this?! How is he still moving?!” Eira shouted, pointing her icy irises on the customer.

“Keep him there, Ren!”

Akira’s shout resonated throughout the silent café, earning a nod as Ren kept the snarling, milky-eyed customer pinned to the ground, a foot planted on his neck.

“One warning’s all you get,” Ren said, narrowing his onyx irises as the customer hissed, snarled, pointed his milky eyes up at the noiret.

A disgustingly sharp crack echoed through the café’s interior, a noise that Eira remembered wincing at as she slowly, steadily got to her feet. The customer’s eyes stared at nothing, rolled back into his head, the bones of his spine threatening to poke through the skin of his throat.

Ren’s accuracy was on point. So on point, in fact, that with one twist of his foot, the customer’s neck had snapped like a twig.

“Are you alright, Ms. Rundström?” Arsène had asked, his gaze fixed on his young employer.

“I’m fine, Lupin, thank you.”

Rounding back on Ren, Eira had continued her little rant.

“...Are you trying to kill my business, Amamiya?”

Despite her annoyed tone, she was still noticeably shaken up by what had just happened. Had it not been for her employees’ timely rescue...

“He was crazed, Boss. He tried to bite you.”

“Still, that’s no excuse to murder someone, and inside the café!”

Eira couldn’t honestly remember what happened after that. One moment she and Amamiya had been arguing back and forth, and then...

Chaos. Complete and utter chaos.

She recalled bits and pieces here and there, whenever she was alone and could think calmly, clearly. All she really remembered was that she had lost track of her employees in the ensuing madness, that she had lost contact with her relatives.

How long had it been since she’d last seen Akira? Seen Arsène? Seen Ren?

Hell, how long had it been since she’d seen anyone who wasn’t a “Shuffler”, as she called them. The monstrosities who now roamed the streets, seeking out the flesh of the living? It felt like it had been years...

In the here and now, the ex-barista breathed a sigh as she pointed her blue irises up at the sky. She was quietly grateful for the fact that it was still daylight, mid-morning to be exact.

“They” appeared to be less active during the daytime, and if she couldn’t see them, she could oftentimes hear them approaching.

The slow shuffle of their footsteps still turned her skin to gooseflesh...

She bit back a shudder, digging a hand into the left-hand pocket of her black parka. A photo was removed, one that she had insisted on carrying.

It held a lot of sentimental value to her, after all.

In the picture, Akira and Arsène smiled; a small smile curled Ren’s lips, as well as her own. The photo had been taken outside the café just as the summer season began, the picturesque example of tranquility. Of old times. Of a time that seemed so far flung in the past.

Eira breathed a sigh as she folded the picture, stuffing it back into the pocket it had been taken out of.

“Akira, Arsène, Ren... You three better be okay... Idiots.”

The early winter wind whispered through the alley, bringing an all too recognizable stench of blood and decay along with it, shoving the horrendous stench up Eira’s nostrils.

The foreigner sneered, the heels of her leather boots clicking as she left the alleyway. She wasn’t certain what building she’d loot from next. A grocery store, a hardware store, or perhaps a pawn shop?

Wherever she went next, she could only hope... She could only pray...

That she recognized a face, perhaps three, when she arrived.

#persona 5 #p5 #original character #thehuggamugcafe's original character #eira rundstrom #persona 5 meets zombie apocalypse #this is what you get from me after I've watched a demo #that demo being the Resident Evil 2 Remake demo #and Overkill's The Walking Dead characters' stories trailer #this is just a self-indulgent treat #tw: violence and gore #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #arsene lupin #honourable mentions

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