candiieddelusions
/ guuulp i've been away a while . .
candiieddelusions
shisiheng
if you’re this scared, you should leave.
shisiheng
—this isn’t a place you want to poke your nose around in, anyway.
* Soso sorry for how late this is!
candiieddelusions
ㅤ ㅤ꒰̽ຼ░⃞ᬼ ⇡ ᳝ ࣪ i. ;; L͟O͟R͟R͟I͟E͟ trivia ! ૮Ꮚ '͈⁄'͈꒱ა ˖▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝▬̼̼͝
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┋- lorrie likes to wear soft ⁄ dull colours
┋ and long dresses . in most interactions
┋ she is adorned in a long , dull baby
┋ blue dress with laced edges which
┋ either has puffed sleeves or is off the
┋ shoulder . her clothing style is very
┋ reminiscent of the late 1800s and very
┋ princess—- like in nature . an attempt
┋ to appear innocent .
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┋- despite her rather meek and timid
┋ appearance and personality , she's
┋ actually a fan of gothic metal , punk ,
┋ rock and several other music genres
┋ that completely contradict her . this
┋ contradiction actually embarrasses her
┋ and thus often she never speaks of
┋ her music taste due to it .
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┋- lorrie hates when people touch her
┋ hair due to the fact that it's curly and
┋ often when people touch it , their
┋ fingers get tangled in it and so as
┋ they pull their fingers it tugs on her
┋ hair and scalp resulting in pain and
┋ discomfort . hence why she forbids
┋ people from raking their hands through
┋ it . an exception is for people she
┋ loves and trusts in so she knows they
┋ will not tug roughly or ruin her hair .
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┋- this will be added in a section of her
┋ book but as of now it'll just be a little
┋ fact but lorrie is quite short ! she is
┋ 5'2ft , 157 cm .
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candiieddelusions
/ jo yuri is so cute <33
furspots
a rainy night at the very edge of it all. ships docked and abandond for the weather ahead. the rain hadn’t stopped in hours. it soaked the cobblestones, clung to rusted fire escapes, and smeared the neon buzz of a broken sign overhead. a man coughed in the shadows—wet, desperate, not long for the world. but cruell didn’t flinch. he stood beneath a crooked awning, dry despite the downpour, lit only by the ember of a cigarette perched between two elegant fingers. his suit was darker than night, soaked at the hem with something thicker than water. his gloves were still on—no blood beneath the nails, no fingerprints to trace. a body lay slumped at his feet. not dead. not yet.
“you shouldn’t have spoken my name,” he murmured, voice like velvet pulled taut over razors. “not in *that* room. not to *those* people.” the man on the ground sputtered something—apology? plea? prayer? cruell crouched, slowly, his face calm and unreadable. no smirk. no glee. just the absence of mercy in the same way a void lacks light. “you think i’m just a dressmaker,” he whispered, voice almost kind. “someone who knows how to charm with fabric and flutter lashes behind a boutique window. but i sew bones too, sweetheart. stitch mouths shut when they forget to stay silent.”
he took a drag, then exhaled the smoke into the man’s face. the glow of the cigarette flared in the dark—like a warning, or the last thing a dying man might remember. “you made the mistake of thinking the shop was the mask,” he said softly, brushing rain-slick hair back from the man's forehead with a gloved hand. “but *this*—” he rose, slow and sharp as a guillotine’s descent. “—*this* is who i really am.” his coat flared as he turned, disappearing into the alley mist, the click of his boots echoing off brick and wet stone. behind him, the man began to scream. but no one came. no one he saw at least. not in his city.
furspots
“they’re both right.” he didn’t elaborate on that either. didn’t try to explain what it meant to live in a house built like a palace and filled like a mausoleum. instead, his hand moved toward the side compartment, opening it with a soft click. inside, neatly folded, was a dry scarf — silk, ivory-colored, pressed and barely worn. he offered it out to her with that same easy motion, like he hadn’t just described the kind of solitude that could rot a man from the inside out. “you’ll catch your death like that,” he said again, but this time it wasn’t cruel. it wasn’t even cold. it was quiet. almost soft. almost real.
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furspots
cruell didn’t answer right away. he watched the world roll past the window like a reel of film — flickering buildings, fading light, the rain streaking down glass like everything outside was trying to escape being seen. the question, her voice, barely registered above the low hum of the jazz, but he heard it. of course he did. he always did.
“far enough,” he murmured eventually, head leaning back against the leather, eyes half-lidded in a way that might have looked peaceful if the man inside the skin weren’t made of knives. his hand draped lazily over his knee, fingers still faintly stained from ash and old blood. he tapped once against his leg in rhythm with the music — absent, like a habit — then let it still again.
“no one bothers us out there,” he continued, tone weightless, as if that was a comfort. “and no one watches. no nosy neighbors peering through their curtains. no little heroes looking to save someone in the wrong place.” he tilted his head slightly, just enough to look at her — not all the way. just the corner of his eye, barely turning. his voice dropped lower, smoother, quieter.
“you’ll find it’s a very honest place. no masks. no lies. only what we choose to carry with us.” he let that sink in, then turned his gaze back to the road. a pause. a longer silence now. then — “horace says it’s too big,” he added, a half-smile ghosting across his mouth like it had forgotten how to live there. “jasper says it’s too empty.” another beat. the jazz played on. something with a piano now, warm and bleeding.
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candiieddelusions
/ ofc !! i can wait :) [ @fearism- ]
candiieddelusions
/ **we'll , sorry （；´д｀）ゞ
candiieddelusions
/ okay ^^ take ur time , we do that stuff whenever you're free :) [ @fearism- ]
candiieddelusions
@fearism- ] AGH—- !! ( * a shriek of pain as she squirms in place , feeling her body be squeezed and tormented by the brutal hand of this atrocity . another weak cry escapes her throat , the thought of it attracting other monsters completely slipping out her mind . whimpering in a mixture of pain and mental torture , her glistening eyes look up and into the terrorising face of the entity , looking deep into those crimson eyes . so . . familiar . just like . . just like his . her eyes slightly widen at it's words and her heart drops . ) ( * . . he . . he caused this . he made humanity suffer . he allowed these brutal , horrific creatures to spawn upon earth and mutilate everybody . and for what ? . . for what reason . . for what reason would he do this ? would he ' open their eyes ' and show them this as their purpose ? she didn't . . understand . a horrible feeling of despair began to churn in her gut , making her almost want to throw up . she had met that man . approached him , even talked to him . it was only at the end where something felt wrong but even then . . she didn't expect it to be this . ) ( * as the monster's mouth opens , she closes her eyes , despair consuming her whole . what was the point ? the point of living in a world where there was nothing but chaos ? nothing but death and destruction ? vile creatures roaming the earth and ruining it's creations ? she's . . giving up . the heat from it's mouth felt overwhelming . as if she sat inches away from a fire , waiting for it to consume her . uncomfortable and just near burning . . but she was willing to just take it . ) +
candiieddelusions
/ no worries ^^ i also sent you a message on discord if you wanted to plot :) [ @fearism- ]