spectre

I fIIIIIIINALLY FIND HER AGAIN through these blOGs through a sCreen but at least it’s HER 

I tRiEd to give her bAcK her oPhELia. i KNOW she hates what I’ve beCOME BUT DIDNT SHE LOVE OPHELIA????? wHY THEN WHYWHYWHYHWYYHWYHWHY DOES SHE TELL ME TO LEAVE EVEN AFTER SHE ADMITS SHE MISSES ME

EVEN WHEN I SAY I MISS HER

even when I’m quiet and desaturated and paint her pretty things like I did before.

iSnT tHaT wHaT yOu MiSs iNdIa???????

do you hate what I’ve become so much that you would use my old name as a weapon? 

I don’t know what to dO

Of course I didn’t HURT her I would nEvEr nEVER hurt India

I tried to HELP her

I tried to get her OUT 

And then she dIsApPeAReD 

and i didn’t know what had happened to her

..no, that's unkind to say. and doesn't really seem true, either, if she said she misses you.

but I can work on it for hEr I think

So I just… wAiT?

For HoW long?

vErY wELl

I suPpOsE as a sErvant of the LonEly yourself you wOuld know bEtTer than I what the bEst course of AcTiOn is here

I will Wait until mY hEaRt tells me it’s been long enough

A gIfT, my friend. A tHaNk YoU for the help. :)

I am sorry if it doesn’t look quite rIghT you are quite hard to sEe

I fIIIIIIINALLY FIND HER AGAIN through these blOGs through a sCreen but at least it’s HER 

I tRiEd to give her bAcK her oPhELia. i KNOW she hates what I’ve beCOME BUT DIDNT SHE LOVE OPHELIA????? wHY THEN WHYWHYWHYHWYYHWYHWHY DOES SHE TELL ME TO LEAVE EVEN AFTER SHE ADMITS SHE MISSES ME

EVEN WHEN I SAY I MISS HER

even when I’m quiet and desaturated and paint her pretty things like I did before.

iSnT tHaT wHaT yOu MiSs iNdIa???????

do you hate what I’ve become so much that you would use my old name as a weapon? 

I don’t know what to dO

Of course I didn’t HURT her I would nEvEr nEVER hurt India

I tried to HELP her

I tried to get her OUT 

And then she dIsApPeAReD 

and i didn’t know what had happened to her

..no, that's unkind to say. and doesn't really seem true, either, if she said she misses you.

but I can work on it for hEr I think

So I just… wAiT?

For HoW long?

vErY wELl

I suPpOsE as a sErvant of the LonEly yourself you wOuld know bEtTer than I what the bEst course of AcTiOn is here

I will Wait until mY hEaRt tells me it’s been long enough

A gIfT, my friend. A tHaNk YoU for the help. :)

I am sorry if it doesn’t look quite rIghT you are quite hard to sEe

-@indiaval

oh! hello. 

…i’m honestly still pretty new to this, in all truth. so, don’t take this as a how-to guide. 

i didn’t– i wanted it all to stop. i remember i was turning into a monster. something awful. i was so, so scared. of everything. i didn’t want to be me. i didn’t want to be anyone at all. 

i chose to run away. to let it all go. my hopes, my dreams, my fears. who i was. 

i remember i used to feel so horrible. now i experience a different kind of ache. like the echo of a lost limb, or the futile yearning to remember a dream that slips out of my fingers. it’s such a softer existence. i feel so free.

- @foggy-figure

{ There is a series of small, soft knocks from the front door. } { Just outside, sitting in patient wait is a gift basket, woven and decorated with simple blue ribbons and plastic flowers. Within it lie two tiny packets of m&m's and maltesers, a single mars bar. Alongside the sweets were a few… maggots? No, fingers. Tiny, porcelain fingers so worn and old the paint had long since chipped away, leaving them a ghostly white. And beneath it all a single, fractured and chipped hand that only has half of its digits }

{ The basket sits on the lap of a doll, as though offered up. It's glassy eyes stare, lips stretched into a smile, with flesh so rosy the doll looked uncomfortably human, as though it would start moving and speaking at any moment } { it doesn't. } { however it got here, it seemed it would only move to take its leave once its gift had been delivered }

{ tied to the handle of the basket is a note with chunky, bold text }

[spectre would awkwardly move to pat the top of the doll's head, before thinking better of it. they took the basket with both hands and held it close to their chest.]

t.. thank you..

[it paused, before placing a small decorated pouch filled with star-shaped gummies in the vacant spot where the basket once lay.]

ily my besties with tma ocs

@kiki15fox

@erik-lovman-tma

@foggy-figure

@leechluvr85

@1nd13gh0st

I fIIIIIIINALLY FIND HER AGAIN through these blOGs through a sCreen but at least it’s HER 

I tRiEd to give her bAcK her oPhELia. i KNOW she hates what I’ve beCOME BUT DIDNT SHE LOVE OPHELIA????? wHY THEN WHYWHYWHYHWYYHWYHWHY DOES SHE TELL ME TO LEAVE EVEN AFTER SHE ADMITS SHE MISSES ME

EVEN WHEN I SAY I MISS HER

even when I’m quiet and desaturated and paint her pretty things like I did before.

iSnT tHaT wHaT yOu MiSs iNdIa???????

do you hate what I’ve become so much that you would use my old name as a weapon? 

I don’t know what to dO

Of course I didn’t HURT her I would nEvEr nEVER hurt India

I tried to HELP her

I tried to get her OUT 

And then she dIsApPeAReD 

and i didn’t know what had happened to her

..no, that's unkind to say. and doesn't really seem true, either, if she said she misses you.

but I can work on it for hEr I think

So I just… wAiT?

For HoW long?

vErY wELl

I suPpOsE as a sErvant of the LonEly yourself you wOuld know bEtTer than I what the bEst course of AcTiOn is here

I will Wait until mY hEaRt tells me it’s been long enough

I fIIIIIIINALLY FIND HER AGAIN through these blOGs through a sCreen but at least it’s HER 

I tRiEd to give her bAcK her oPhELia. i KNOW she hates what I’ve beCOME BUT DIDNT SHE LOVE OPHELIA????? wHY THEN WHYWHYWHYHWYYHWYHWHY DOES SHE TELL ME TO LEAVE EVEN AFTER SHE ADMITS SHE MISSES ME

EVEN WHEN I SAY I MISS HER

even when I’m quiet and desaturated and paint her pretty things like I did before.

iSnT tHaT wHaT yOu MiSs iNdIa???????

do you hate what I’ve become so much that you would use my old name as a weapon? 

I don’t know what to dO

Of course I didn’t HURT her I would nEvEr nEVER hurt India

I tried to HELP her

I tried to get her OUT 

And then she dIsApPeAReD 

and i didn’t know what had happened to her

..no, that's unkind to say. and doesn't really seem true, either, if she said she misses you.

but I can work on it for hEr I think

So I just… wAiT?

For HoW long?

I fIIIIIIINALLY FIND HER AGAIN through these blOGs through a sCreen but at least it’s HER 

I tRiEd to give her bAcK her oPhELia. i KNOW she hates what I’ve beCOME BUT DIDNT SHE LOVE OPHELIA????? wHY THEN WHYWHYWHYHWYYHWYHWHY DOES SHE TELL ME TO LEAVE EVEN AFTER SHE ADMITS SHE MISSES ME

EVEN WHEN I SAY I MISS HER

even when I’m quiet and desaturated and paint her pretty things like I did before.

iSnT tHaT wHaT yOu MiSs iNdIa???????

do you hate what I’ve become so much that you would use my old name as a weapon? 

I don’t know what to dO

Of course I didn’t HURT her I would nEvEr nEVER hurt India

I tried to HELP her

I tried to get her OUT 

And then she dIsApPeAReD 

and i didn’t know what had happened to her

..no, that's unkind to say. and doesn't really seem true, either, if she said she misses you.

I fIIIIIIINALLY FIND HER AGAIN through these blOGs through a sCreen but at least it’s HER 

I tRiEd to give her bAcK her oPhELia. i KNOW she hates what I’ve beCOME BUT DIDNT SHE LOVE OPHELIA????? wHY THEN WHYWHYWHYHWYYHWYHWHY DOES SHE TELL ME TO LEAVE EVEN AFTER SHE ADMITS SHE MISSES ME

EVEN WHEN I SAY I MISS HER

even when I’m quiet and desaturated and paint her pretty things like I did before.

iSnT tHaT wHaT yOu MiSs iNdIa???????

do you hate what I’ve become so much that you would use my old name as a weapon? 

I don’t know what to dO

I fIIIIIIINALLY FIND HER AGAIN through these blOGs through a sCreen but at least it’s HER 

I tRiEd to give her bAcK her oPhELia. i KNOW she hates what I’ve beCOME BUT DIDNT SHE LOVE OPHELIA????? wHY THEN WHYWHYWHYHWYYHWYHWHY DOES SHE TELL ME TO LEAVE EVEN AFTER SHE ADMITS SHE MISSES ME

EVEN WHEN I SAY I MISS HER

even when I’m quiet and desaturated and paint her pretty things like I did before.

iSnT tHaT wHaT yOu MiSs iNdIa???????

do you hate what I’ve become so much that you would use my old name as a weapon? 

//

🎧- SO many!! a song actually answers the third prompt too so there’s gonna be another one coming up but i’ll pick one for this too!! if i had to pick just one that reminds me of her it’d have to be rilkean heart by cocteau twins, and i’ve also assigned mysteries of love by julee cruise as her official ocean void ambiance song >:3 full tilly playlist is here if you want more !!

🩸yyyeeessss but not directly!! as a vast avatar she can send people into her domain which is just a big ol water abyss (that sounds like mysteries of love by julee cruise in my head LMAO) where they eventually drown on their own. she’s not physically there with them but she does control their fate from a different place within her domain, so if you count that as murder then yes she has!! the leeches actually have nothing to do with her harming others those are just her buds

✒️ i shit you not, chloe moriondo put out an album called oyster and i went fawk i need to make a silly ocean oc based on this album, and she specifically came from the song abyss !! but yeah that entire album was inspo for her character and it took me a long time to figure out a design that wasn’t just chloe moriondo herself LMAO + i made a blog because i love the way she talks and thinks and needed to share that with the world <3

// your honor she is JUST a girl.. do not lock her up for murder it does not count <3

// YEAA CHLOE MORIONDO!! i am such a huge blood bunny and suckerpunch enjoyer i need to study up on oyster now!! that's so epic though hell yeah :3

(Applies to all avatars of any power.)

You felt a tug— on the bindings of your existence, the strings that tie you to your patron. You were pulled, and pulled, and pulled, until you uncoiled and popped out on the other end of reality. Your ribs hurt, and your chest felt squeezed and pressed like canned meat.

You are here. But where is here? You look around and all you see is endless black sand, blowing in a wind that sounds like screams. No, those are screams. Others are here with you. You do not know who they are.

And holds.

And then stops holding and opens their murky eyes to check out the source of endless wailing and screaming that replaces the comforting deafening silence.]

Huh.

[Looking around doesn't answer all the unresolved questions starting to swarm. Val blinks, to no avail, and stands up from the blanket of black sand which became slightly wet with their arrival. It is everywhere: in their hair, short and curled from the moist, stuck between their sickly pale toes, clinging to their still wet diving suit. Not at all presentable. But is there anyone to even care?

Oh. It is indeed someone walking at a distance.]

Hmm. Feels a little like... Norway. Except for the cliffs. And the sea.

The man calls out, looking around unsteadily for a bit before spotting Val and half-running half-stumbling towards them. The man has ruffled brown hair, with a weird marble-ey scar just visible under his band tee. It's merch for some London Indie Rock Band, and it completes his outfit of somewhat torn jeans and thoroughly loved work shoes to make him look like some form of punk. He stops a bit away from Val, a good metre and a half, before speaking with his weird mix of East Coast American and South British accent.

"This don't look like anywhere near the festival, this your doing by chance? Better ways to contact me, y'know?"

You don't say, love! This doesn't look like any sort of festival! But what do you mean — contacting you?

[Steady, steady. If played nice and easy, this person could give them proper directions. Val takes one step closer, leaving a wet imprint of their feet on the sand, and shakes their head as if still feeling distressed about the whole ordeal. They use it to cover their attempt to have a good sniff of the man's smell: is he actually connected to supernatural... or just a regular babbling drunkard in a middle of nowhere?]

It seems like we both are trying to find our way there and got a little bit lost. Would you mind showing where to go from here?

"Well, normally when I'm scooped up like this someone wants something from me, y'know? Quite frankly, I haven't a clue where we are."

Really, getting plucked up isn't new to Leon, happens often enough from people like Ɛ or Joline chasing doppels. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of the sand.

"Cause like this is volcanic sand, but there ain't a desert on earth that's volcanic like this. The only place off my top is a beach, but well,"

He gestures around at the desert vaguely, tossing his fistful of sand into the wind.

[This time the disappointment in Val's voice is pretty genuine. Partly, because sometimes not knowing where you are kinda sucks, and partly — because it seems like the lies they are going to spill need to be measured very carefully. The dusty and sweet smell they've just managed to pick up doesn't promise anything good; their attempt at keeping balance between their independent nature and a "sweet innocent and fragile person in danger that needs to be saved" façade could very well be undermined at any time, too.

Well... there also was that one thing Val has always been good at. Not disclosing much about themselves and sticking to strangers like a shadow.]

No, this is definitely not a beach. The air isn't moist or salty even a little bit. And the sand... well, you can see for yourself.

[The moist from their feet sinks right through. Not even the smallest pool of liquid manages to form. Val sighs and points to a part of the terrain that is more elevated then the rest, much like a sand dune.]

Could be a volcanic plateau with a lake that had long dried out. Are those even a thing? Are you up to a little walk?

The man calls out, jogging to catch up. Leon's a tall man, sure, but he doesn't exactly have long legs. Though it really doesn't take him long to catch up, jogging next to Val slightly.

"Oh, blimey, neither of us have introduced ourselves, apologies, I'm Leon, Leon Stoker. You'd be..?"

He offers his hand to Val, still jogging slightly to keep pace up the dune. Gods he's forgetful on this stuff. Well, maybe more cautious, the fairfolk do seem to want him often, but this person seems more Vast-y than Web.

Of course, Val says none of that out loud, but instead laughs lightly and extends their hand to their companion in response.]

Leon? Like... what was that... Something something Umbrella Corporation? Better not. He tends to find himself in dire situations of any sort too often. Valencia. And yes - like the city.

[They smile. The skin on their palm is cold and moist, however, it doesn't seem to be sweaty at all. At once their fingers curl inwards, and Val boldly uses Leon's hand for leverage to climb the dune faster — and freeze in surprise.]

Oh my— it's quite crowded here.

"Well met, Valencia. You're not the first to quip that, in fact I've made the same joke on hal- Oh Blimey."

Leon looks over the small crowd, trying to see if he recognizes anyone, whether that be personally-knows-them or saw-them-at-the-festival. Upon not recognizing anyone, he flashes a smile and claps his hands together.

"Allright, any of y'all know where we are? Or, better, why we're here?"

….But yeah,I think we need one of each,so..Desolation over here.

Hey! And what are you doing here? Oh, wait— Sorry, love, didn't mean to push you like that.

[Too many people, too much to do. They turn back to Leon and help him a little to keep steady at the top of the dune.]

That's Leon. We've just met. And... yeah, "Val" is better then "Valencia". Much shorter.

[They nod. Now it's time to listen. Maybe, also play dumb for a little while longer; it's very convenient for finding out what everyone else is up to. Their lips curl into an unsure, coy smile.]

"Serve"? Like... the Queen of England? Hah.

//sorry if I missed anyone we changed the chain. Also Couldn’t find much info bout most of everyone’s fears.

"Well, I don't serve anything, other than debatably cunt,"

He uses his full hand to point at Amelie.

"I know you at least used to serve Eye Spiral Web, but I think you're primarily Web now?"

He half-states half-asks, before turning to point at Val.

"And I'm pretty sure you're either Vast or Buried, based on your whole deep-sea exploration chic."

He gestures vaguely at Val as he speaks before spinning around to address the group.

"So at best we have two more for this little dungeon escape and at worst we're S-O-L."

He says with a rather forced grin. He's technically lying, noeL is tucked into his drop pocket, but they really don't know what she serves and she's too stabby to answer questions.

"I might have a separate out, but that all depends on if a certain bird-brained friend of mine realizes the ship's gone down or I get cell signal."

He pulls out a flip phone, starting to walk off a short distance waving it around.

*she sighs.Kicks at the sand a little and melts a small piece in her hand just because she can.She looks back at their small group.*

Does anyone have any other ideas than…that?I was…doing….things.Earlier.

Oh, come on now, this was just a mere joke. You got us. We're of the Titan's kin. Just not used to shouting about it at every corner.

[Let the sea and lies cover them with a comforting blanket of misperception. It is much needed in an open place like this one.

...speaking about this. Val takes a peek at the servant of Desolation playing with sand and decides to address it later, as of now, they scoff quietly and nod to the vast desert around them.]

We take it, nobody has any idea how or why we were brought here? Why are you bothering yourself with trying to find representatives for each of the 14, then? Has some Eye know-it-all spilled a priceless prophecy?

Amelie makes a pitiful attempt to lie, feeling uncomfortable with being so... Exposed. The dunes felt endless and desolate,there were people it didn't know - too many people for faer liking, actually.

"Also, you're not William,nor Maxwell,which one are you?"

Fae squinted at Leon, trying to turn the conversation away from itself. But their attention was caught by Val conversating with someone else.

"I suppose it's fairly logical to attempt to get different avatars together,but how can we know who is who?"

Like Val,who was lying about them being Vast.

Well, different — yes, but all of them? Is this really necessary, love?

[Val shrugs, addressing both Amelie and their new acquaintances at once. Having to remain in some transitory state without a real goal or target in mind isn't new, and they don't really mind. But that also didn't exclude their curiosity eating at them from the equation.]

How do you know who are you waiting for and when they are going to arrive, anyway? We could do it... you know, like, until the end of the world. Are we supposed to battle each other to extinction in order to sustain ourselves, then?

[They chuckle softly and bury their toes in the sand just 'cause. This was a joke that didn't sound like one.]

And with the Archivist himself being involved... Things are highly likely to get complicated.

it felt safer, sticking with the crowd—the welcome hum of chaos it could get lost in, and the steadying hand of the leech girl. but spectre was nothing if not one to pull away from what was probably the better path. besides, it needed a break.

"have fun. don't die. unless it gets you closer to finding a terminus avatar, i guess." it detached a leech from its 'skin'—what was the leech even feeding on, water vapor?—and placed it in tilly's hand.

with a quiet hiss of foggy form meeting burning sand, it sat on the floor and prepared to watch the others leave.

"I highly doubt they will have luck finding anyone else,but I am no fortune teller!"

It sighed, looking at the horizon, being grateful that at least it was wearing comfortable clothing. Small fortunes and such.

"I am surprised you're still intact with how hot the sun is."

maybe this was just spectre's life now. chatting with random avatars in a horrible great void until something worse came along and put them out of their misery. at least it was an (albeit restless) web avatar that had chosen to stick around, and not the desolation one—spectre feared she would begin burning people when hope began to run low.