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Lacrimosa

A short story about a dystopian and post-apocalyptic future, a red sea and devastated sky, saturated in solitude, a protagonist wondering why all this.

The reason for that creature that she baptized as "the final angel" was there, the reflection of human errors made flesh and bone.

tw: philosophical crises, post-apocalyptic world, the main character questions existence, religion.

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The sky is red, and the water looks like pure wine.

There were no signs of life; it's been a long time since I last saw a dog, a fish, a bird, or even an insect. Everything seemed to have vanished.

The only things left were cities flooded with red water, destroyed and submerged cities, scarce patches of dry land that could be found.

And if there was still a part of the land that the water hadn't destroyed yet, those things would do it – those tornadoes coming straight from the sky that seemed to have a life of their own, knowing exactly when to appear. They would destroy whatever was left there, and the land that couldn't be submerged was dry, as dry as a desert.

Sheets of metal abandoned in those deserts, the catastrophe of Black Sunday, it could have been avoided, but they chose this, they chose to condemn us all. Those who were supposed to protect us used us as lab rats.

Only solitude and pain were left behind.

The strong wind from the whirlwinds, gently tugging at the tail of my scarf, the pull of my hair being drawn by the wind. I watch as once again, those whirlwinds sweep through.

All I could do was watch, what else can I do besides crying?

There was nothing else to do, all hope was gone. Was there even hope to begin with? Was there ever hope from the start?

God, are you there? Do we even matter to you? I can guess not, you don't even exist, you're not real.

Just an invention of humanity to give an origin to our existence.

And if you ever were real, God, then you hated us

Hatred, I feel hatred for that nonexistent being, hatred for those who condemned us, hatred for this civilization that sealed its own end. Words will never be enough to express all the hatred I feel right now, there are no words to explain the hatred I feel every attosecond.

When the whirlwind finally disappears, I can see the hole in the clouds, the red sky rumbling, strange cables slowly emerge from the cloud hole, slowly approaching the earth; or perhaps from my point of view, they move slowly. They slowly pierce through the dry earth, I don't know if they simply "connected" or if they are drilling into the interior of the earth. Perhaps it's responsible for the deserts?

A white light illuminates from above down to the cables until the light finally fades upon reaching the earth.

Perhaps hours passed or maybe minutes, I couldn't say, I haven't seen the sun for a long time, its brightness and warmth overshadowed by the reddish sky.

By the time the light disappeared, the cables slowly moved away and returned to the sky, the clouds closed, and the tornadoes disappeared.

Descending from the large stone tube, the sound of my worn-out boots against the dry ground, with each step, the sound of the earth crawling could be heard.

Now I knew what those cables were doing, they were drills, drilling into the earth for reasons unknown to me, but at this point, it was the last thing or perhaps absolutely nothing that mattered to me.

I still remember, I remember the day, Black Sunday.

I was at school when it happened, suddenly the sky lit up in pure white blinding us and then the sky turned red, the ground shook, and a strong dust cloud that wiped out houses was approaching us, and large pillars of light rose behind, we didn't have time to react when it hit, the screams, their bodies imploded and so did mine, cascades of blood and the remains of clothing and bone left behind.

When I opened my eyes again, I only saw a large sphere with different colors, I was part of that, and we were being sucked into a black hole that seemed to come out of something white.

I don't remember what happened in there or what happened outside for us to escape, sometimes, I see those lights again. It took me a while to realize that those spherical lights were the remains of what was once the physical form of a human being, that's how I used to be before, my body had been destroyed, and what was left became part of the red, and the rest was taken by that thing.

Those black holes belonged to that, they weren't black holes; they were more like mouths, we were being devoured. It spat us out after a certain event outside, our remains returned to our reddish waste, and we regained physical form.

I prefer to call that thing "The Final Angel", the Angel so immense, larger than the earth, maybe even two or three times larger, soaring through space with the sound of flapping in the muffled noise of space.

I look towards the horizon, the red sky turns white, and the reddish is engulfed in cobwebs that snake, changing shapes, the horrible white iris, black lines snaking through its eyes, the pallor of its skin, and its horrible smile. It smiles, smiles as it left us, it was a smile of victory and fun; she smiles at seeing our destruction. But there's something more in its eyes, there was pain, it wasn't an "Angel", not a "Demon" or a "God", it's a human.

With a final look at the gracious being, its gaze melts away, leaving the horrifying gaze, bony face, and sunken eyes that flicker with darkness.

The pillars of light that had lost their shine regained it forcefully as they ascended slowly into the sky. The dust rose in large clouds of dirt where the pillars once stood, the fresh air hit my face, my scarf dancing to the slow rhythm, and I could feel my hair gently swaying.

I half close my eyes; I can't see myself, but I know in this moment, my face must have a grimace; everything was going to happen again, right?

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Call of abyss

Warning: religion, violence implicite, murder, platonic relationship, limb amputation, main character death, post-manor.

Since you were little you were always told that there was only one God, that there was no one else but him and that all the other gods that people praised were pagan gods, beings that did not really exist and that they were blasphemy and those who believed in other gods were sinners . It sounded so stupid, people who believed in the existence of other gods.

Wouldn't they think the same of the beliefs of others?

You know why they told you about that, they didn't want you to believe in another god, specifically the supposed goddess who lived in the same town, Grace, the adopted daughter of a family.

From the moment that Grace had arrived in town, the drought had ended, at that time you were not yet born.

You had watched as a group of children chased after a girl, Grace, maybe a year or two older than you. You watched from the legania, as they were sneaking out, with morbid curiosity of how all this would end, you decided to follow them.

You hid behind some trees, analyzing the situation, it seemed that Grace had gotten into a lake, the children who were chasing her were on the shore, telling her things that you were not able to hear from a distance.

You waited a long time, until they left, leaving little Grace alone. You watched a little longer, waiting for her to come out of the water but she just didn't.

"If you don't get out of there, you'll shrivel up like a dried fruit."

Grace turned towards the shrill voice, looked at another child, somewhat younger than her.

She just watched, didn't say anything, just watched the child carefully.

"Can't you talk?" Asked.

She did not answer.

You analyzed what you got to see of his appearance, his wavy hair with a strange color, but not only that was what caught your attention, but also the gills on his neck.

Grace noticed that you were looking at her gills, she quickly hid in the water up to below her nose.

"If you think I came to bother you like them, no, I was just curious to see you."

Her eyes widened, somewhat surprised.

"I heard from my parents that most of the town believes that you are a deity or something. They want me to stay away from you." You looked down at your tiny feet. "It's kind of silly, isn't it?"

You didn't know when, but Grace had come to the edge of the lake, curious as to what you had to say.

You looked her straight in the eye, making her a little nervous.

"Want to be friends?" You extended your hand to her, expecting her to take it.

Grace looked doubtfully at your outstretched hand, it was like that for a long time. Maybe she didn't want friends and she preferred her solitude, you were about to lower her hand when she took it.

You looked at her with a big smile.

Since then, you and Grace would see each other secretly from your parents, you knew what would happen if they discovered you.

At first Grace kept a distance between you and her, she still didn't fully trust you, it was understandable.

You were trying to gain Grace's trust through gifts, things you found around that were interesting to you and so you thought that maybe Grace would be interested in it.

Perhaps a flower, a dead insect or an object that people threw away because it no longer served them.

To Grace, you were someone… weird, and she liked that.

"What do you think Grace of this?" You showed him a butterfly, perched on your ring finger, with slightly torn wings.

Little by little, your relationship with Grace was improving, she already had enough trust in you.

And with that, the years passed, Grace was already bigger and her beauty stood out.

There were still people who saw Grace as a miracle child. And your parents still believed that she was blasphemous.

Everything had gone normally during those years, until that day came…

Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end.

It started when the drought started once again, I was seeing shortages in fishing again and people only saw one person to blame, Grace.

Everyone turned against her, the people who believed that there was only one God, including your parents, excused that the drought had returned since they had made the true God angry and he had punished them for such an offense and that the only way that this will forgive them was to give him a sacrifice, to the false goddess, Grace.

You put yourself in front of the scared Grace, she had been caught in a fishing net and she couldn't escape they were completely surrounded. It only remained to try to make people see reason, but they did not want to listen.

They called you an accomplice of the false goddess, they decided that God needed not only one sacrifice… but two, the false goddess and her blasphemous companion.

Your parents did not object, they saw with absolute shame how their own descendant had decided to choose to follow the fraud and that you deserved the same punishment as her.

People did not hesitate, they threw you to the ground, they took out a butcher knife with a worn and rusty edge.

"No! No! No! ” you shook desperately, trying to free your limbs, they held tighter. You watched in fear as tears fell along with the cold sweat on your body as the weapon was raised.

"We will start with the blasphemous companion, so that the phony can see what awaits her."

“Grace! ”

The butcher knife hurtled down toward your feet, slamming into the bone, shredding the meat in the process.

A cry of pain escaped your mouth, you jerked faster, just like a fish out of water, trying to jump away.

From the small space that allowed you to see the bodies that supported you, you saw Grace. She cried, seeing how you suffered, without being able to do anything.

"Grace-" Another blow from the knife to your feet made you yell louder. Losing eye contact with Grace.

It went on like this over and over again, until finally your feets were ripped off your legs, following these, they shredded them until they were completely useless.

At some point you stopped feeling pain, you could hardly hear anything and your vision was blurred by tears.

Your suffering was not enough for people, they took your face in their hands forcing you to see how they did the same to Grace.

Everything was so unlucky, why? God, if you exist… Why do you allow this to happen? What fault do we have? Do we not matter to you? You are so cruel…

At some point, they had tied you and Grace to an anchor, you couldn't think what they would do anymore. Why an anchor? What will they do?

The strong impact of the water hitting your body and Grace's awakened your senses one last time, the cold water sent chills throughout your body, your amputated legs left a trail of blood in the water, the contact of your wounds with the water it burned It was extremely irritating, you just wanted it all to be over at once.

You felt the water in your lungs, slowly losing consciousness and the last thing on your mind was Grace, you couldn't see her, only her hair moving in the water.

Your hand trailed towards Grace's hand, trying to intertwine your fingers with hers.

Slowly everything turned black, it was cold, too cold, that annoying beep intensified and you didn't feel anything. Unfortunately you didn't feel how Grace's fingers joined between yours and little by little they began to change…

It was fun while it lasted.

How about a Keigan Nicholas Keogh x fem s/o who’s super shy and affectionate (can be 18+ if you want)

❆Clerk Headcanons❆

Well, writing to Clerk will be difficult because we don't get a lot of information about her, but I can write with the little information we did have, so I'll do my best.

This is going to be more of a hc so sorry if you wanted a one-shot.

Warning: Conspiracy, obsession, f/f, shy!affecionate! reader, twisted justice.

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So how could this be?

Someone like her dating someone like you?

You're too shy to even think about talking to her.

Perhaps what attracted Keigan's attention was your dream for a just world, where people get the justice they deserve and those who do wrong get their punishment.

At the beginning of the relationship, your shyness was completely replaced by your affectionate way of relating to her.

Keigan doesn't care if you're too shy or too affectionate, she loves you for who you are.

You had to keep the relationship a secret, you knew the world couldn't stand to see them together, for people the fact that they were together was so frowned upon.

What both felt was true and pure love, neither your parents or other relatives would have to interfere in your relationship.

Keigan always had that desire to help people get the justice they wanted, his father fulfilled his dream… Through his brother. He wasn't fit to show justice, so she did what she had to do.He wasn't fit to show justice, so she did what she had to do.

Years passed and Keigan's dream came true, justice could be exercised as it should be. You were with her all that time, you were an accomplice in what she did to her brother.

You decided to shut up because you love her more than anything in the world and anything that made her happy also made you happy.

No one ever suspected anything of you and Keigan, no one would suspect Keigan's too shy friend and neither of her herself.

She only needs you and no one else, your shyness and affection completed her more than her justice. She would never let anything happen to you, eventually both of you would be together as it should be.

And it's only over until the fat lady sings.

Woah this was a bit off the original theme srry if this isn't what you wanted.i do my best at this when more is revealed about clerk i will do a rework of this headcanon.

"𝒪𝒽 𝒢𝑜𝒹, 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓍𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒"

A simple sketch.

The sketches make me wonder what the end result will be.

COMPOSER HEADCANON

Warning: Fluff, dependent relationship.

Frederick is quite a sensitive person.

Previously, he was only admired for his handsome face and not for his talent, which affected him in some way.

He wants someone who admires and loves him for who he is, who sees his musical talent and not just sees a handsome face.

He wants you to have a decent life with him.

He will compose music just for you as a token of his love

He will be attentive to you at all times, he wants you to worry about him as much as he does about you.

Before arriving at the mansion he lived in Paris

He'll love to show you Paris once all this game is over…

Most of the relationship would be physical and emotional, they will constantly be clasping their hands, hugging and telling the other that everything will be fine.

In case the two of you have separate games, he will be distressed and worried about you the whole game.

And if you were to be together, he would be able to risk the game in order to save you, he would not forgive himself if they eliminated you.

He wouldn't abandon his lover at all, even if you tell him to run away, what kind of a knight would he be if he didn't save his beloved?

Probably everything ends badly but if everything ends well, he will hug you tightly murmuring that he never wants to leave you.

Frederick really loves you a lot.

What would he do if he lost you?

Oooooh boi~~~ I get Galatea's S accesory! Marya+Endgame check looks really cool~

Hi :) I was wondering if you are still doing headcanon requests for identity v. Just want to make sure that you're still open. Have a nice day ☺️

Sure! I'm still making headcanons for Idv. You can check out my master list and the fandoms I write for. Feel free to suggest whatever you want as long as it's within the rules!

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Identity v

Hunters

Dream Witch.

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Clerk.

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Night Watch

Someone get luck gettin this cute boi?

Now i want to write a hdc of this pretty boiiiiii

i hope he gets his deduction soon 'cause i want to know more about his personality for write about him i dont want him so ooc

I got a hdc for Frederick (composer) idk when im gonna upload it