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ferriskilldeer · 3 years ago
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UPDATED character smells...
you really smell marceline when you get within a certain radius--faint BO, mostly a heady, borneol musk with the occasional tang of sea salt--though that could be the imagination--whiffs of sweet rum on her breath. in battle, you can smell her from farther away, and now the scent’s taken on blood-metal and ozone.
it’s very obvious when ismark needs a bath, which is every other day--his human sweat is very pungent and earthy. he smells like steel, blood, sweat, and bread. wheatgrass, beer, pumpkin, the sun. harvesting, tilling, chopping firewood, cooking a stew. raw and dirty, without a hint of guile or artifice. he smells like honest work.
ferris, being the vainest about hygiene and appearance, also has the subtlest scent. you pick it up close to him, or when he brushes by you, or not at all. fresh, aldehydic, cold, green--tart citrus, white floral, vetiver and sage and sandalwood. his is the most complex but also tells you the least about him, except that he grooms himself to seem sensible and sexy.
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ferriskilldeer · 4 years ago
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from this ask meme
why did they choose their class(es)? their subclass(es)? it was mostly an accident on his part. i wanted a fun weapon, on my part
before they met their party, what was their main goal? avoid being charged for murder, possibly get out of whatever deal with a devil he just made
what is their goal right now? protect ireena and kids, mostly
if they could learn one spell that isn’t available to them at present, which spell would it be? probably wish
do they follow a higher power? what are their thoughts on divinity? he’s not too sure what his patron is–couldnt really call them a higher power. doesnt believe too much in the goodness/activeness of divinity, but does read a lot
which party member do they relate to the most? marceline in that he too is exasperated and horrified by barovia. ismark in that he too has built most of his identity around a duty to someone else. ireena is the most like him in personality–she’s pretty mild and caring.
which party member do they understand the least? marceline
what are three songs that suit them? “viego, the ruined king,” “the belt of faith,” and “of the night”
do they care about their appearance? how much effort do they put into presentation? he cares deeply about his appearance–god forbid anyone think him sloppy or careless. though he puts a lot of effort into grooming, he can get distracted sometimes and go for hours without realizing his hair is wild and his suit is dirty. he’s toying with the idea of growing a beard.
how often do they lie? what situations cause them to be dishonest? he doesnt really lie as boldly as the others do to strangers, but has frequently lied to the party about how well he’s slept or the contents of his dreams. he himself is disturbed by and ashamed of having actual needs/problems, and would be beyond embarrassed to be a subject of serious concern. he must be seen as stalwart, cool, and in control.
what skills are they proficient in? why? cleaning, sewing, bookkeeping, and multitasking. skills he trained himself in from a young age to look after his family, and honed in his twenty years as a butler.
have they ever been in love? not really, not a lot of opportunity for it. may have had a crush on a book character or two, and hopes that he could fall in love if he ever had the chance.
what do they dislike about themself? why? he dislikes having ambitions or desires that are anything less than objective and reasonable. he thinks it’s a mindset that leads to overindulgence and burdening others.
what is something they love about themself? he is very proud of his ability to serve in hospitality and his cleaning ability. he knows he’s a little twitchy about cleaning, but is a firm believer in the importance of it
do they trust their party? why or why not? he trusts that their hearts are all more or less in the right place, and that they’ll back each other up. he doesn’t necessarily trust in their judgment or people skills. both of these estimations come from experience
what are their feelings on the people who raised them? he loves his family, but does not like them. he’s secretly very bitter and resentful of the fact that he spent his childhood looking after his willful, irresponsible brother and his absent-minded, geeky parents.
what do they dream about, when their dreams are their own? besides the ominous dreams lately, he dreams of work. endless anxiety dreams about work, and his boss, and his boss’s pigeons, and bugs. in terms of life dreams, he wants one day to be a happily married father of a small family. but that doesn’t seem to be in the cards.
do they see themself as a leader or a follower? follower
what haunts them? what doesn’t? he quit in a very explosive way: he stabbed his boss to death and set all of his boss’s pigeons loose, then walked away. he doesn’t really feel great about it
which of the five senses do they rely the most on? sight, but he’s very sensitive about smells, too
do they follow their head, their heart, or their body? head in most things, but he has a very soft heart.
what is a promise they’ve broken? i guess his job contract
how do they feel about nicknames, titles, or labels that have been given to them? how do they feel about their name? he’s fine with ferris killdeer, but his middle name, phosphorus, is a little embarrassing. he was very flattered to be called “well-dressed fella” by a vallaki guard. his family often called him “ferry” and “phossy”–“phossy” he hates, but “ferry” he would be ok with, if it were someone he liked who said it.
which of the four elements speaks to them the most? if he were asked, he’d say water, because it represents cleanliness to him. but narratively, fire comes up more.
what stories do they like to tell? what stories do they like to hear? he mentions that he used to be a butler, and will make an appeal to authority in re birdkeeping, “i used to look after pigeons for some time–sure they’re filthy birds, like,” but doesn’t get more extravagant than that. he is always happy to lend an ear to someone’s troubling backstory.
who do they miss? his family, at the end of the day. his life with them was frustrating, but at least it was simpler than this one.
how do they mourn? silently and stoically–expressive grief is just asking for attention to him
who would they kill? who would they kill for? he would only kill a fully sentient creature out of a deep sense of betrayal or fear, as in the case of his boss. he would kill to save any one of the party members, but only ireena could tell him to kill someone. he would hesitate if marceline or ismark told him to.
who would they save? who would they be saved by? he would save any of the party members–in order of priority, ireena, marceline, and ismark. he would be saved by any of them too, but marceline would probably help him first if it came to that.
what do they seek out from others? company and conversation
they’re given a blank piece of paper–what do they do with it? fold it carefully and save it
do they seek control, or do they want less of it? he does want control–not in a very power-hungry sense, but he wants to be on top of the situation. hates being on the back foot.
what makes them cry? as of now, there’s probably not a lot that could make him cry. maybe being furiously rebuked by the rest of the party for the things he’s ashamed of (having needs+murdering someone), or maybe soft tears at being told he’s valid
which party member do they go to in a crisis? marceline
which party member do they worry for? ireena
what’s a secret they’ve kept? for marceline, that she’s clearly not a great believer in her god. for himself, that he murdered his boss in his bed.
what is their favorite thing to hold? letter opener
what do they smell like? clean and a little sexy. crisp aldehydes–soft white florals–masculine sandalwood and vetiver
are their hands calloused, soft, or something else entirely? mostly soft, as he wears gloves. some calluses on his fingers from repeated motions done in deep cleaning
do they enjoy poetry? yes, in an aesthete kind of way. too shy to write poetry himself
what are they attracted to in other people? thoughtfulness, self-assurance, and cleverness. people who don’t seek out attention, but aren’t afraid of it either. though he has some grudging attraction to physical beauty regardless of personal values
what are three words they would use to describe themself? orderly, tactful, diligent
why do they fight? because ismark started another fight
what do they need to learn? that he is a person, not a servant
how do they hug people? he would be hugged first. jump at the embrace, then slowly reach around and pat them on the back. in a very emotional moment, he might just cling instead of pat, and put his face close to theirs, or their shoulder. eyes always open.
what do they deprive themself of? opportunities for happiness
when they meet someone, what is the first thing they notice? how they dress, what mood they seem to be in, and how intelligent they might be (which ferris judges based on vocabulary+forthcomingness)
what do they see in their future? hell
what makes them smile? acts of generosity or care, or seeing someone else happy
can they sing? can they dance? both! but a better dancer than singer
what is the most beautiful thing in the world, for them? the feeling of a job well done–for a brief moment, nothing to do but soak in the satisfaction. physically, a well-made home with lots of right angles, or ireena’s smile.
from whom do they seek validation? everyone else in the party–ismark the least.
which is more frightening to them: day or night? night. this is barovia
what was their education like? quite good, but with an overemphasis on entomology 
whose hand do they reach out for? marceline and ireena
what animal do they most relate to? probably a nervous bird that has to have its nest just so
what makes them angry? selfishness, loud noises, and ingratitude
what do they think their role in the party is? what is their role in actuality? he thinks his role is the reasonable, cool-headed one who swoops in when the party needs an honest person to communicate concisely. in actuality, he’s that but also the nervous one who can’t hit an eldritch blast and is desperate to please everyone
what is a quiet passion of theirs? his passion for cleaning and the cleanliness/intelligence of birds is well-known at this point. it seems he also has a passion for protecting children and getting everyone to like him. he’s interested in the humanities.
do they whisper or yell more often? whisper
what kind of flower would they choose to pick from a meadow? he’d sooner leave one than pick one–where would he put it? would he have to carry it all the way back to where he came from? how many bugs have been on this? but if he really had to pick, a small one with pale coloring. nothing flashy or strongly-scented
outside of otherworldly forces, what do they believe in? his life is probably already over
what fight has scared them the most? the siege of the burgomaster’s mansion was up there due to strahd’s theatrics, and the hag due to the horror of finding children’s bones, but probably the wolf fight his first night in barovia. it was his first meeting of strahd and marceline nearly died.
do they value mercy or justice more? whatever keeps the peace best at the moment. he wants to believe mercy, but tends toward justice.
what is holding them back? self-esteem issues
who makes them feel warm? ireena
what makes them laugh? i laugh more than ferris does at the campaign–i think once he might’ve had a quick whoop when marceline won big at a dice game.
what was the best moment of their life? none comes to his mind, which makes him feel a bit sad, but he thinks his life has been somewhat unspectacular. in recent moments, maybe it was dancing with the vistani–the rush of escaping barovia and being safe with his new companions, the smile on ireena’s face–or maybe it was getting into vallaki–despite the kind of creepy stepford smiles, it was a pleasant change of pace from everywhere else so far. but really, it was the moment he set all the pigeons free after he murdered his boss. it was a terrible moment. he felt amazed, triumphant, and liberated for just a split second.
how would they describe their party members? marceline: powerful, and ultimately good-hearted, but a little slimy. complains way too much. ismark: a complete idiot who seems to bully anyone who meets his weird personal standards, but an honorable person. ferris pities him a little. ireena: a wonderful person who doesn’t deserve what’s happening to her. 
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ferriskilldeer · 4 years ago
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from this ask meme
What does your character typically keep in their pockets? nothing. pockets must be free in case he wants to put things in them later :)
Do they consider themselves an optimist? Pessimist? Realist? What are they like in actuality? considers himself a realist. he’s mostly a pessimist, with some optimistic ideas about the people of barovia.
How do they carry themselves around strangers? Friends/Lovers? Family? always polite. a bit less sincere, more ingratiating around strangers. shy and mild around friends. tired around family.
If your character was a work of art, how would you describe them? oil painting -  tenebrism - isolated - articulate - cavernous despair
How does your character express they're comfortable? willing to close his eyes or at least lower his lids, relaxing his posture, asking personal questions of someone else
How does your character express that they're uncomfortable? wide, unblinking eyes and a rictus grin, quiet voice with less inflection. whats quickly becoming a catchphrase: “dont say things like that”/”oh x you shouldnt say things like that”
How impulsive is your character? not too much, but in the heat of the moment he makes some dumb decisions
What is something they cannot resist? cleaning and wine
What is their favorite scent? fresh laundry or fresh water, fruits
If they were in a rock band, what role would they play? bass guitar or keys
How does your character blow off steam? he decompresses a little by fussing over his companions’ appearances
Physically, does your character feel warm or do they always feel cold? cold-natured, but heats up quickly with drink or embarrassment
If they were a body of water, what would they be? pond
Does your character value promises? Are they good at keeping them? yes and yes
Describe their ideal date. something quiet and respectable--a public place where they can enjoy a private conversation. a quick but interesting meal before or after. escorting them to their home and bidding them goodnight. laying awake and giddy for hours afterward
What keeps them going? he’s not built for anything else
Does your character swear? What's their favorite phrase/word? he tends to swear because i do, and “fuck” slips in as a sentence enhancer a lot. if i played it completely straight he wouldn’t swear as much, especially in front of people he thinks are his social “betters”
How does your character act when they want to seem inviting? pleasant, servile, and charitable
How does your character act when they want to seem threatening? he hasn’t tried this yet. probably gets cold, toneless, and petty
Can your character flirt? Are they aware they're flirting? How do they do it? he flirts through compliments or friendly gestures, but gets embarrassed and immediately backs down from it 
If they were a potion, what would it look like? (Color, glass shape, smell, etc.) something light and translucent, maybe green or pink, in a fine-cut clear glass decanter sealed with red wax. smells of soap and blood.
What kind of person would they never side with? the ruthless, the hungry, the unrepentant, the narcissistic
Would your character want to be famous? Why or why not? hell no--he must never be in the spotlight
What's a controversial food opinion they would have? he loves weird combinations. totally a “x on pizza” or “dip your nugs in y” type
How does your character feel about spending money? he’s frugal for himself, but generous when it comes to spending on others
What would they want for their funeral? he wants everyone he knows to come, he wants no one to come, he wants to be cremated, he wants no speeches, he wants a thousand tears, he wants no one to notice he died at all.
If they were a ghost, how would they haunt in the afterlife? funny: would clean up after the living and help out around the house. less funny: plaintive scratching at closed doors, cold spots, sounds of pacing, banging cabinet doors in a bid for attention
Why do they keep secrets? he’s ashamed of being alive
What does your character have too much of? shame and anxiety
What never gets old for your character? Something your character can't get enough of? new food and external validation 
Can your character visualize actual concepts in their head? Or are they just vague thoughts? yes, strong third eye
Does your character daydream? What do they usually keep their mind occupied with? he doesnt daydream often. often goes over lists of supplies, chores, sensations to occupy his mind if he starts to get too anxious
How do they feel about the unknown? frustrating and scary, but cant be helped
How do they respond to condescension? part tight, teeth-grinding fury, part resignation/agreement, self-loathing
Do they consider themselves childish/mature for their age? he’s always thought himself mature. but actually, his self-denial and black-and-white judgment of himself is a bit childish
What makes them blush? impropriety of any kind, and being complimented in any way
What are some ways your character acts silly? makes weird offhand remarks about birds, responding seriously to the overly creepy things others say
What fairytale/myth suits your character the best? the nightingale and the rose prob
What does your character believe their party lacks? power and, if hes honest, a fighting chance
Describe a corruption/redemption arc version of your character. the letter opener demands more and he gives more because hes always been a servant, and himself for the chance at beating strahd and saving ireena+barovia is hardly a price at all. i guess the letter opener eats his soul or something and he becomes cold, driven, and megalomaniacal. probably scares the others and eventually they part ways--perhaps violently, since ismark and marceline dont suffer any sort of disrespect or threat lightly. could only be redeemed if someone can convince him that he doesnt have to bear all the responsibility, and that theyd rather have their normal squishy ferris over an insane powerhouse. hed have to sacrifice himself/his power in some important way to make up for it though, if he did something really bad
What's a texture/sound your character cannot stand? dislikes ripping+scraping sounds, and chunky gloopy textures
Is there something your character isn't very good at, but enjoys doing nonetheless? talking about wine
Is your character good at apologizing? Why or why not? yes because hes very tactful
How do they hold onto people? physically? clasp a shoulder, grab an arm with one hand, or hold on to the fabric at the small of their back. 
What would they never forgive themselves for? killing an innocent person or doing something purely selfish
How does your character feel about growing old? fine, he just wishes hed wasted less time
Do they consider themselves funny? How do they use humor? he doesnt think hes especially funny, but gets a big confidence boost when someone laughs at his jokes, which he uses to defuse tension or establish a rapport
What do they want to leave behind? he just wants to forget his time at cobblepot manor. and he doesnt
Do they talk to themselves? sometimes mutters when hes annoyed
What is their native language? If they know multiple languages, how do they speak/act differently? he knows a lot, but the further they get from elvish or common, the more formal and archaic they get
What makes them a hypocrite? though he holds high standards for himself and others, he relaxes his standards for others quickly (“oh what did i expect anyway, im the responsible one here”). also will decry needless violence or murder, even though he murdered his boss brutally in the guy’s sleep
If your character was under quarantine, what type of quarantine person would they be? (Productive? Hobbyist? Lazy?) very productive. flits to new hobbies quickly
What does freedom mean to them? confusion, terror, excitement. its the only thing that would make him really happy, and he doesnt want it
What is something they currently look forward to? What is something they dread? look forward to getting a reward from the burgomaster. dread seeing strahd again
How has your character's mental health been recently? not great! but hes been holding it together because marceline is already upset and ismark is volatile. theres not room for his feelings.
If your character had wings what would they look like? sleek, pointy, fast-flying, well-preened, earth tones. falcon for efficiency, owl for discretion, or towhee for smallness
How does the way they act seemingly contradict their ability scores? very high cha abilities that he rarely uses, since marceline and ismark are more assertive. notably an intimidation score higher than marceline’s and equal to ismark’s that he would probably never use
What's a habit that needs to be broken? he needs to learn how to aim eldritch blast (i need to roll better)
What's something your character has realized? hes fucked
Who do they go to when they need to bounce ideas off of someone? suggests things to marceline and ismark (the other PCs), but makes a point to ask ireena (DMPC) what she thinks
Who do they go to when they've had a nightmare? nobody
Who does your character think is the most put together in the party? marceline or himself
Which party member would they pull a prank on? Who would they plan a prank with? ismark; marceline or ireena
What is one thing they want each party member to know? marceline: no matter where you come from or what youve done, youre a precious ally and friend to me. we are all unhappy here, so please just try to play along. ismark: you need a goal beyond protecting ireena and killing strahd because if you achieve those goals then youll be left adrift. and you deserve better. please stop yelling at, lying to, or trying to fight everyone we meet. ireena: you deserve more than life dealt you. as long as you live, there is hope for you. youre loved and protected by a lot of people, and its a happy burden.
Which do they value more?
65. Adoration or Intimidation? adoration
66. Outward Passion or Quiet Rebellion? quiet rebellion
67. Selflessness or Self-Preservation? selflessness
68. Objective or Subjective? objective
69. Journey or Destination? wishes he could say journey, but its destination
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ferriskilldeer · 4 years ago
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from this oc ask meme
Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite? when he was very young he had a stuffed toy ladybug, one of his parents’ earliest attempts at toymaking before they moved to wood+metalwork. as such it was poorly-made and that’s what inspired ferris to learn how to sew (so he could fix his little buddy “Lady”)
Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child? he’s very diligent and detail-oriented, so he can take care of a plant. he’s capable of taking care of a pet but probably wouldn’t do that of his own volition unless it’s a very independent animal–he doesn’t like noisy or messy ones. he can look after a child, but the older and more difficult they are the quicker he gets frustrated with them.
Ask them to describe their love interest. the people he feels most attracted to are ireena, rictavio, and strahd. he thinks ireena is a gentle ray of light and pities her. rictavio: reasonable and clever, but too mysterious. strahd: detestable, but credit where credit’s due–he is sexy
Do they look good in red? yes
Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about? he wouldn’t speak at length like that unless he was very angry or flustered. if he’s at his wit’s end, he’ll let loose all the stuff he’s been keeping to himself.
Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is? he listens to marceline, but doesn’t necessarily think highly of her self-preserving streak. he readily takes advice from those he finds polite and sincere. he will not take advice from ismark, because he thinks ismark is dumber than a bag of rocks.
Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words. well-meaning, neurotic, and self-sabotaging vs tidy, polite, and modest.
Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them? intrigue at first, but frustrate if he feels he isn’t making progress
Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)? no. the letter opener is a half-exception
What age do they most want to be right now? he’s mostly fine with his age, but wishes he would’ve quit his job sooner.
They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save? save
Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)? yes, but only secretly. he’s easily enthralled by fairytale romance. a little less keen on seeing things like that in real life, though he is pleased by soft romance–disturbed by heady passionate romance.
Name one thing their parents taught them. lots about bugs. their irresponsibility also forced him to teach himself adult skills early in his life
Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any? he absolutely agrees with the term. overindulgence of any kind is a guilty pleasure to him, but especially having more than one drink, letting someone else wait on him, and romance novels
What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work? personal pleasures or pursuits–good to have a hobby or passion, but it shouldn’t get in the way of making a respectable living. if you do something purely because it enriches or pleases yourself.
If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear? it would take a lot of time for him to be comfortable in anything less modest than the plain suits he already wears. maybe he’d have nicer gloves and more options, but always solid colors.
Do they like children? he doesn’t despise them, and is pretty friendly, comforting, and protective of them. however, he doesn’t especially like them or desire to look after one for long.
Kissing: tongue or no tongue? he’d have to be very turned on to use tongue, and he wouldn’t initiate that.
Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews? yes and yes. very nervous, unconfident guy
What do they like that nobody else does? cleaning
What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw? honestly it wouldn’t take much–in the interest of practicality he’d try to head off anything he saw as a waste of time or emotions (on either side’s part)
Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to? secretly he’d love to be called a pet name, but only by the right people. his family calls him “ferry” or “phossy,” which grates on him mostly because he doesn’t like his family too much. to other people, he’s quite formal and usually uses their full name. the more comfortable he is with someone, the more likely he is to want a shorter version ie “marcie” for “marceline,” but he wouldn’t use a nickname frequently unless it were welcomed.
Stability or novelty? stability
Honesty or charity? charity
Safety or possibility? safety
Talent or effort? effort
Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)? theoretically forgiveness, but on one very memorable occasion he took revenge. he feels horrible about that, but that’s no guarantee he wouldn’t go for it again
Would they date a fixer-upper? there would have to be something more to the relationship than fixing the other, but it’s not a total dealbreaker. he might not be very good at it, though, having his own problems and a rather cold way of dealing with emotional issues.
What recurring dreams do they have? the words “chaos” and “order” repeated, and the phrase “all you have to do is ask”
What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven? he would be a little more selfish and confident, but the problem is that he’d have to rely on himself for that forgiveness
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ferriskilldeer · 4 years ago
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In the brutal quiet, there was just one man. His shoulders were hunched, his head was low, and his steps were soft as snow as he wound his baleful way around the house. The letter opener in his hand was hot and cold. 
A staircase above, Sconce Cobblepot slept soundly.
Below, the butler, who placed his free hand on the banister. Ferris Killdeer began his ascent just before dawn. Every step felt unstoppable. He floated with a kind of dreamy confidence to the top of the stairs, only hesitating when he reached Cobblepot’s door.
Thoughts came, then. The stinking flurry of pigeons in the dovecote outside. The endless cobwebs and cleaning. The choring. The letter opener. The letters. The letter that arrived today. The letter
Opened the door, and it groaned. Ferris crept to Cobblepot’s bedside, toe-heel toe-heel, watched the man’s stomach rise and fall. He tilted his head. An ordinary man, Sconce, capable of inordinate meanness. Senseless meanness. There was so little need for more senseless things.
The world provided enough without him already. It would turn without him. Sconce Cobblepot would be missed once or twice by people who never met him, and then never again. Having weighed the options, Ferris raised the letter opener above his head, and brought it down into Sconce’s chest. Sconce’s eyes flew open and he wheezed. Ferris stabbed him again. And again, again, enough times with blood splashing on and around him and his teeth gritted as his arm grew too tired and the hate drained from him and Ferris breathed. He sucked in a big breath and stepped away, wiping the letter opener on his pants leg. He felt an eerie calm. He felt he might vibrate out of his skin. He slipped out of the room as silently as he’d entered, and poured himself down the stairs. He went to bed and slept for three hours.
When he woke up, Ferris packed a bag. He went outside and threw the door of the dovecote open. Pigeons exploded from the little shelter, swirled around him, keening, messed up his hair. Ferris laughed in delight. He upended a bag of scratch on the ground for them, then turned around and walked away from Cobblepot Manor. He was a murderer now. He could wallow about it on the road.
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ferriskilldeer · 4 years ago
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im going to take misty step so that i can Nothin Personal Kid strahd
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ferriskilldeer · 4 years ago
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fuck fuck fuck *nervously hammers your coffin shut* fuuuck
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ferriskilldeer · 4 years ago
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Oh, it's just not fair, the delicate weight of Ireena’s hands in his. Ferris is alone, always has been, and Ireena is never alone. Whether it be the resolute comfort of Ismark at her side, or the steady creep of Strahd at her back, she is never alone, and Ferris always is, and it’s just not fair to take her hands in his. And she doesn’t deserve this.
But he does it, Ferris, dances Ireena round the Vistani camp because his gentlemanly sensibilities can’t abide a lovely woman sitting forlorn at the fireside. One more wastrel at Ireena Kolyanovich’s door, two more cold unloved and unloving hands in hers, and a single shy waltz around the campfire.
“I like your gloves,” she says, of his starchy, pleated white gloves.
Ferris smiles painfully. “Thank you,” he says, and dips Ireena, “I butlered for some time, you see.”
Her dark eyes flash in the campfire light. “Oh.”
Ferris feels a twitch of panic start in his feet and crawl its way up. He draws Ireena toward Marceline. “Sure Marceline, you want to take our friend for a turn.”
Marceline is still tearing into her food. She looks away from Ireena, and holds up a hand. “I’m good,” she says, almost too gruffly.
“If you want to stop dancing, Ferris, that’s fine,” says Ireena, clasping her hands together. “I’m sure you’re tired, anyway.”
Ferris fucked up. He knows he fucked up, and yet it was impossible not to, and fucking up was the right thing to do anyway, and--”Yes, I’m quite tired, Ireena, thank you,” he says quickly, throwing his hands up, and just as soon he squeezes his eyes shut in embarrassment.
The music fades away, footsteps stamping and Ismark’s laughing break into the soft cricket-song of night.
“Goodnight,” Ireena says, not quite meeting Ferris’s eyes, but smiling all the same.
“Good. Night,” Ferris says, not even daring to glance at Marceline.
They roll up in the sweetgrass, paces away and leagues apart, and fight to keep their eyes and hearts closed the whole night through.
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ferriskilldeer · 4 years ago
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*GROSS SOBBING AT HOW UNBEARABLY BEAUTIFUL THESE ILLUSTRATIONS ARE*
From Bernie Wrightson’s Frankenstein
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ferriskilldeer · 4 years ago
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ferriskilldeer · 4 years ago
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moodboard for my new character, ferris “butler hexlock” killdeer
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