#The Gravekeeper's Daughter

[thegravekeepersdaughter]

Good Mourning, All that we see or seem is but a cemetery within a cemetery, or whatever Edgar Allan Poe said. Fast growing as the sycamore, Indianapolis developed and stretched its branches outward, replacing small residential areas with industrial parks. Nestled amongst the residential areas were not only homes, but the family burial plots along with them. In an effort to preserve the smaller pioneering cemeteries, lost to time and industrialization. The Greenlawn Cemetery, Rhoads Cemetery, and Wright-Whitesell-Gentry Cemetery were relocated to the Pioneer Cemetery within Crown Hill, each grave dug the same way they were originally by hand. The Greenlawn Cemetery, established in 1821 was the first cemetery known to exist in Indianapolis, originally located near the White River on the southwest end of Kentucky Avenue. In the year of 1912, over 1,160 pioneers originally buried in Greenlawn Cemetery were moved to Crown Hill. This memorial honors these original citizens of Indianapolis including Colonel Aaron C. Johnson, former Sheriff of Fayette Co. Ohio, Veteran of the War of 1812, Sarah A. Baker, Clarence Cooper, Craighead (four unknown), Mary Francis Cunningham, John Given, W.D., Barbara and Sarah Hanch, Nancy F., Julia P., Infant John and George Hollands, David, Martha R., Mary, John, Moses, John, Rebecca A. Margaret, Martha A. and infants Hunter, John W. and Wife, James M. Johnson, Lawson (two unknown), Lewis (one unknown), Benjamin Orr, Eli, Elizabeth and Mary I. Petticord, George Porter, Phillip, Jenny and one unknown Sponable, Iane and Minnie Wallace, Abner S. West and Benjamin Yates. Wright-Whitesell-Gentry Cemetery, established in 1841. Originally a small cemetery located on the Wright family farm in Lawrence Township. In 2008, twelve adults, fourteen children and seven infants were reburied in their final resting place within Crown Hill Cemetery. Members of the Wright family, headed by the Reverend James T. Wright, founder of the church now known as Castleton United Methodist Church, and extended family members of the Whitesell, Gentry, Easterday and Gates families were buried in the small cemetery with the last burial taking place in 1905. Also interred is Civil War Private John W. Gentry, who served in the 26th Indiana, Co. "I" from March of 1864 until it was disbanded in January 1866. Much like the Greenlawn Cemetery and Wright-Whitesell-Gentry Cemetery, the Rhoads Cemetery was a small cemetery established in 1844. In 1999, twelve adults and thirty-four children of the Rhoads, Rude, Foster, Foltz and Johns families were buried at their final resting site within Crown Hill. Among the identified burials are James Rhoads, died - 1844, Hanna Rhoads died - 1849, Sarah Rhoads died 1857, John Rhoads died - 1860, Emma Rude died - 1862, Willian Rude died - 1866 and William Rhoads died - 1906. Monday Mournings are in loving memory of the dearly departed. By exploring their burial sites we can connect to their lives, continuing to honor their memory so they will not be lost to time. Memento Mori. Rest In Peace, Mori 🥀

[darkmodechaoticlight]

Warhammer Phase? Maybe

Elecktra Barbaraux, aka my Barbie Primarch. She landed on a Cemetary world of Asalin where she was raised by a poor gravekeeper. Her nickname from then was Deaths daughter since she tended to dig the graves and clean stones to earn money for her and her father. While she wasn't born into harder circumstances, like Angron or Mortarion, Barbie tended to be more empathetic and sweeter. Don't think it for weakness though, she will still kick ass. And when she reunited with her sons she took on more of a maternal role. learning each marines name and a little bit just to make sure they knew she loved them.

[zindabad]

Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827)

tsuyu no yo wa / tsuyu no yo nagara / sari nagara

So this world of dew is a world of dew. And yet ... and yet ....

Issa's most famous haiku, written one month after the passing of his daughter.

In this world

In this world even butterflies must earn their keep.

Oh cricket

Oh cricket! Act as the gravekeeper after I'm gone.

tarai kara / tarai ni utsuru / chimpunkan

Washing the newborn ... rinsing the corpse. Hmm.

Issa's deathbed haiku, found under his pillow.

[nevertem]

Mahad is actually the only priest who comes from common heritage.

Priest Seto has Akhenaden keeping him from being derided of course.

Isis and Shada are relatives of the old priests, Seth is Iry-Pat at the suggestion of Akhenaden (but his mom was noble anyway) and Karim is an overseer official's son.

Mahad comes from tombkeeper lineage himself at Dier El Medina. That's why he's usually stuck with gravekeeper duties.

Except Shimon who designs them of course

He's the second youngest to become priest. Seth is a year younger than him. Hence why Seth bullies him as he's got a lot to prove.

Mana is a nobles daughter

A lot of bullying also comes from the fact that Mahad wasn't TECHNICALLY ready to become High Magician or a master. He was promoted by necessity when his master died. He didn't go through the inheritance ritual. The Ring was just put on him and he was told to get to work.

He also didn't go through the selection process with the Items. The Ring had to have someone holding it though so here you go, kid, have the demon Item.

Compound that with the new Pharaoh's obvious favoritism to his friend over the technically more qualified Priests to be the fan-bearer of the King's Right Hand, and you get a lot of accusations of incompetence and nepotism.

Priest Seto more or less sees Mahad as a slap to the face for his hard work, utterly oblivious to the favors and personal tutoring he gets because of his father.

Karim, Shada, and Isis are all like 19-25 by the time of the events of Memory World. They were all only teenagers at most during Kul-Elna. It's ridiculously tragic that literally nobody in the court was there except Akhenaden. Something about bad people dying without facing consequences.

Shada genuinely considers Seto his friend. Nobody knows how he can stand him. Shada is just genuinely a patient and kind person.

The one who gets into the Royal Beer Storage and asks for the pretty girl entertainers? Isis. When you see everything all the time sometimes you need some cute girls and booze.

Isis has more than three girlfriends at all times. Yes they smoke blue lotus.

Karim is down with the people most often as the construction overseer, and is thus kind of the face people think of the most. He also just kind of doesn't bother him with pomp and circumstance. He's busy. Go away. He doesn't want the palanquin. He can walk.

He's just kind of a straightforward guy.

Seto can't fucking stand him because he just doesn't rise to provoking.

He just kind of says "k"

Besides Mahad, Karim is Atem's favorite because he's got such a dry sense of humor.

"I believe they call that back on his bullshit, sire."

"Rest assured Seto, it will be recorded how mad you are that you lost this Diaha."

All with the most flat expression possible.

Shada is constantly trying to get people to be nice to Seto.

Shada just thinks we should all be friends.

[capriccio-ffxiv]

@selene-ffxiv and I play A LOT of Puzzle Games / Walking Simulators -- I took them through Obduction, they've taken me through The Room series (no relation to the films, lol); we went through Superliminal together, we're BOTH big Myst fans (and really need to go back and check out the user-created content for Uru Live!) -- and I just keep thinking, our Azems (tbh Selene's 'the' Azem, but Hyperion's her First Officer, basically) would absolutely make horrible space-warping puzzle boxes as gifts for Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus.

Emet would outwardly bitch and moan about this HORRIBLE PUZZLE BOX which has TRAPPED HIM in a SITUATION while secretly being intensely enamored of the entire thing. Enrichment in his enclosure. He's going to complain the entire time, but every time he solves a puzzle he'll be like haHA! NO MATCH FOR MY SUPERIOR INTELLECT.

Hyth is like "haha neat" and doesn't put any effort into actually solving anything, but manages to accidentally brute-force several puzzles (... put in by SelHype for this reason) much to Hades' consternation.

Both of them put in silly little symbolism to represent their friends. Hyperion is Sunshine; Selene is Moonshadow; together they're Eclipse. Venat's Starglow/Earthglow. Hades is Gravekeeper. Hyth is Hypnos/Sleepwalker. Sappho is Poet and Lover. Etc etc.

... and then I think to myself, did Emet-Selch keep a little puzzle box? Even after Selene 'disappeared', and Hyperion outright defied him? Kept it in his pocket, unsolved out of spite?

... was (in our story, at least) that how he got the Azem Crystal? In our story, Hyperion made it -- a solid representation of that Calling magick, which happened to be in the shape of a memory crystal because that was the simplest way to store it. It has a twin, made by Selene, for her precious, brilliant Sunshine...

At first, it was the way they called to each other. But when a stranger in Elpis showed Hyperion the very crystal he made, but from twelve thousand years hence... he gave that stranger the crystal Azem had made for him. "You know who this belongs to," he said.

So.

Did Emet-Selch keep that box? The last thing Azem gave to him, before she left without a word? In the dust and despair after the Sundering, as the broken crawled on their bellies, did he solve it, for lack of anything better to do?

Did he see Azem's First Adjutant in each twist and turn, in the angles of the cuts, the casting of the gears? Did he weep for his daughter student friend Azem when he held the treasure the puzzle hid in his hands?

[devil-doll13]

Graves of The Father

Tw: Angst, Horror, Death, Blood/Slight Gore, Implied Neglect/Abuse kinda?, Descriptions Of Corpses/Body Horrorish, like it gets a wee bit disgusting, Mentions of Birth, Religious Themes

Proceed With Caution!

I’m rather proud of this one, actually. It’s the most horror oriented fic i’ve made for Abigail yet. Some backstory/lore in here. A bit Lovecraftian but only a little. I’m still experimenting here lol.

Horror/Slasher Oc Writing For Abigail Williams

Basically a songfic, lyrics are in italics

Summary: Abigail & Her Father.

Dividers by firefly-dividers

Art by Takato Yamamoto

Sextons of the churchyard

Have seen unblessed things;

Ground no longer hallowed

Has sprouted new graves

Lucina Williams was found dead at 6:27, on a frosty November morning, in Salem, Massachusetts, in an old, weathered cemetery. She lay in the befouled hollow of an aged grave, her glassy eyes rolled back, convulsing in agony. And yet her face was twisted in an unnerving smile, disturbingly serene. She had died in a state of euphoric bliss. Happiness so unnatural, so completely grotesque, that her face had to be covered up in pictures; for the elderly gravekeeper’s state of mind. He had seen many awful things in his lifetime, but none so horrifying as this.

Lucy was buried in that very same churchyard. Her lonely grave untended to, unloved. No mourners or flowers were ever present, for she was disowned for some despicable deed the family would not speak of. Only that they were certain, absolutely so, that she had been taken in by the Devil; Lucy was pure evil.

The child she had given birth to, a pale, frightful specimen, was later christened Abigail. Her conception profane, her birth unnatural, her existence forbidden. A daughter of the grave, a creature born outside of God’s holy light. The wretched girl began her unfortunate life in shame. In the ever looming shadow of her mother’s sins, unable to redeem herself. A blight unto all; the final curse of a dying witch.

(The art of veneficium, Lucy learned from Him.)

Blasphemy made flesh. Ungodly freak, dark defiler. She poisons the family tree. The cuckoo in the nest. The snake in the grass. The fatal tumour.

The holy Father, not her Father, condemns her to eternal damnation, for rotten children do not deserve heaven. To plead for salvation is hopeless; there is no God who could give her purity back.

She simply should not exist.

(All of this, she has been told.)

Her family are repulsed by her, instinctively, but compelled by unknown forces to shelter her. They die one by one, at her unwilling command.

… But as a young girl she lives in merciful innocence. She knows not what she does, lost in her world of make believe. Strange yet wondrous creatures speak to her in the darkened night, as she dreams of flying amongst the glittering stars. Waving silver wands, casting magic spells. Dancing with dryads under the pale moonlight, enchanted by faeries; elven beings only she can see.

For if anyone were to turn their uncursed eye upon such abominations, madness would destroy them.

(Her older cousins, aged seven and eight, refused to speak of the incident. They refused to speak at all. Until death.)

Descendants of a clan

That usurped maternity

Hear whispers in their blood;

This summons of their fathers.

In a loveless home, she yearns for love, as all God’s children do. But cold hearts yield only emptiness, and hateful whispers spur her on to look elsewhere.

The graveyard beckons, begs her to draw closer. An almost desperate compulsion. Homesickness. As she walks amongst decaying tombstones, she hears ghostly whispers call out, and feels wraithlike fingers comb through her hair. A spectral voice cries out for sweet nourishment; she offers it her milk to pacify.

There, in the dark recesses of the churchyard’s ancient yew tree, she begs for comfort. She lies coiled as foul, egg despoiling serpent.

(As in the garden of Eden, she is the great deceiver.)

Inside she feels the thrum of an old God’s heartbeat. It exactly mirrors her own; an inherited resonance.

So powerful is this connection, she sees in her mind’s eye the unearthly form of the Father. The yew tree His outstretched hand, their gnarled, malformed branches His fingers, toxic sap His blood, unending roots His veins from which His dark ichor pulsates.

Her fingers trace the ancient bark, recounting primordial treelore. Her blood stirs with eldritch knowledge. Visions echo from another world far back behind her eyelids and inside her mind, as the Father summons her from deep below.

(Far from God’s condemning eye.)

“Forgive me Father

For I know not what I do;

My grave beckons

As irresistible as drawing breath.”

In the old yew she sleeps and dreams of His majesty. The Underworld, home of the blessed dead. Outside of this mundane plane of existence, his shadowy domain. It is a labyrinth of catacombs, endless and unfathomable. It eternally devours itself, serpentine; the cycle of life and death unfolding. Forever.

She peers into the gaping maw of Hades, in which the Great Gravekeeper resides. He sits upon a throne of misshapen yew, a monstrosity of wood and decayed flesh, and He is wreathed in bloodsoaked thorns and cloaked in an abyssal shroud. Atop His massive head rests His magnificent Crown of Horns.

The spirits of the departed kneel before Him in worshipful devotion, their servile offerings reek foul miasma. They chant in feverish orations, invoking His accursed epithet:

(Father of The Graves. None So Vile.)

His true name is unspeakable in human tongue, yet it throbs deeply in her soul, as familiar as her own.

His countless reptilian eyes turn to watch her in curious amusement. Her body shivers, an instinctive fear. The Father observes His daughter, and in recognition, He reaches out an ashy, skeletal hand for her to grasp. It is kindly, almost gentle. Loving.

… But every time she awakes in tormented screams. Her mortal brain is seized by otherworldly forces. Inside her witchblood boils with poison. She feels unbearably empty. The hollowness is agonising; she does not belong here. But there, by her Father’s side.

(And yet, she serves a purpose here, for He would not create without reason. Between life and death, she acts as His median emissary.)

Nature abhors a vacuum

The same is true to a tomb…

A vacant grave must be filled,

For this the Father’s will.

On Hallowe’en, she prepares for the welcoming feast.

The chosen victim lies screaming on the altar, gutted in ritual sacrifice. Arterial blood fills the chalice, spilling onto her conjuring sigil. A sickly green cloud of smoke emanates from within; The Dark Ones are appeased. She murmurs incantations, praying in an eldritch language. Her Father’s tongue.

Another shrill shriek of pain fills the air as she continues the disembowelment. Unflinching, she rips through soft flesh; carving out her choicest cuts. They cry and beg her to stop, to please god stop and oh god please stop like a bleating, pathetic lamb.

(“Be quiet.” She hisses. She must have silence.)

Candles flicker, wavering in the late October wind. Thunder cracks the livid sky, wild forks of lightning split across a hellish landscape of her own design. Acid rain floods a barren wasteland, corrupting the once fertile soil and disintegrating crops to dust. There is no escape. Under His reign, all will wither.

A gaping chest wound as she extracts the heart, relishing in the final cry of a slaughtered pig. For a moment she holds it, admiring the coveted organ. Dark, warm rivulets of blood flow across her palms and through her fingers. Pure and untainted. So unlike her own.

The first time she has killed with her own hands.

(It felt good to be cruel. To eat her guilt and shame.)

She turns back to her altar, prepares the sacrament:

A black box, dripping vile fluids; her phylactery. Her shadowed grimoire, bound in dark, hard leather. Nightshade, hemlock, aconite. An hourglass of ash, pilfered from a funeral urn. An assortment of bones, human and animal. Her ritual sickle, seeped in gore and entwined in snakeskin. Objects of witchcraft.

Now joined by the heart, lungs, stomach, the entrails, the severed head and the tormented soul. All them are hers now. Her cabalistic hoard. Madness overtakes her then. It spikes in her brain like fever. She grasps the overflowing cup of blood with one pale, bony hand. And, with a decadent sigh, tips it into her open mouth. It trickles slowly into her throat. She swallows it. It tastes like copper, like iron, like death; a flavour gone sweetly rancid.

(She is without mercy. Without compassion. The Father’s will is absolute. She will sow the bitter seeds of His funeral empire and be rewarded in death.)

Sired in blasphemy

In nocturnal obeisance to rotted hearts

Filled with necrolatry

Reverse the life cycle, be reborn through death

Now the time has come. She must reap her harvest.

Autumn’s frost bites her face. A deathly chill pierces her bones, but she does not shiver. She is serene, so oddly calm in her unraveling mind. Twisted, maligned branches of the old yew tree find her again and guide her to the cobwebbed graveyard.

Under the midnight sky, the tombstones appear as a sea of desolate grey waves, blanketed in fog like a funeral shroud. In that misty gloom, she walks amidst weeping spirits. They reach out with icy phantom limbs, offering up sepulchral hymns to their unholy lich mistress, they plead for their salvation; to be granted life once again.

(For the first time she will answer their prayers.)

Tonight, she will pervert life’s sacred order. Tonight, she will defy the righteous fury of God. Tonight, the Father’s will is to be carried out, as the once dead shall be reborn from the womb of the earth and usurp the living. By His will. By her will.

A moment of silence as she contemplates the vastness of her actions now, the end result of a perfect tantrum. She remembers all the faces turned away, all that would sneer at her demise. All of the fear, disgust and hatred, eyes seething and spiteful. Their eyes. Her eyes.

Blackened slivers of ichor drip from her sickle. Her own blood, her venom. So impure, so violently cancerous. It taints the consecrated land below. Theirs. Hers.

(Its blade reflects the moonlight, pale and haunting.)

And so from her lips spills a forbidden spell. Her cursed blood is absorbed into putrid grass, where it slowly coagulates into an obsidian snake. It slithers downward, downward, downward, into the many awaiting, hungry mouths of a thousand corpses.

From below an eerie moan. Singular, then multiplied. A foul odour wafts through the air as the tombs unseal, dark fog swirling in a shadowy haze. The Underworld exhale, from the filth they emerge:

Undead victims of plague, riddled with disease, lift their filthy, maggot-infested bodies from the infected earth. A writhing mass of baleful poxflesh, leaking yellowed pus and choked with vomit. Frenzied, murderous abominations scream in rage and bloodlust, tearing apart coffin lid and shattering tombstone to dust. Withered and shambling corpses groan in despair, ravenous victims of starvation. Their mortal hunger torments them still. They salivate and froth desperately at the mouth, crying in their desire to consume flesh and suck marrow from bone; to devour utterly. The drowned are bloated, soaked in embalming fluids. Their skin is cold and their lips are blue. They are still. Lifeless, glassy eyes stare up at the evil moon. Frozen. Possessed.

(Pestilence. War. Famine. Death.)

Observing her resurrected horde, she is filled with an intense feeling of power. It is intoxicating, so alluring. She reaches up an outstretched hand, as the malevolent puppet master, and they are forced to dance for her on invisible strings. Her magic binds their souls in eternal undying servitude. Pawns of her twisted vision, ensnared in her web, bewitched by her black sorcery. They shall all be as one. Necromantic slaves. Forever in her chains.

The Witching Hour bell tolls, thirteen times, as it did on the eve of her birth. The dead surround her in undivine mass; their vile priestess. They lift her onto many decrepit, rotted shoulders, and upon her head they crown a wreath of thorns, a halo of briar and sin. Her face is white, vacant. She no longer feels pain.

Infernal legions rise. Under her command, they begin their dread march. Onward, towards the apocalypse.

(No regrets. No going back. The end has begun.)

Her tears flow freely now, her body numb with cold. She recites in hushed whispers a final invocation, one final goodbye:

“Forgive me Father,

For I know not what I do;

I leave a void to fill one,

Hear my prayers from far below…”

Once I finally get around to writing that backstory fic it’ll add more context to this one. Thanks for reading!

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @goldrose-star, @soupbabe, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @solmints-messyocdiary)

[blue-hamble]

In the clan territory, there is a dry spot high on the cliffs where few grasses grow, studded with markers of wood and stone. When a clan member dies, their body is specially prepared with herbs and oils and left out for their deity to claim them. All bodies are often allowed a night here for a chance to be taken to the realm of the Windsinger, leaving not a trace behind. If they remain the next morning, their bones are gathered and sent out to the ocean, or else buried or cremated as their will sees fit. It is at this humble grave site that the gravekeeper does her duties, laying flowers and gifts at each dragon's marker on appropriate days. 

Corona II Mermesa Heliones gives a dry chuckle at your wide eyes. Her worn sandals and dusty gowns disguise her old life in the Mirrorlight Promenade, she says, where she was once queen consort before escaping her king.  "Consorts were little more than concubines with pedigree, discarded by when new young ladies enter the courts. My children were nowhere near the succession, not when the sons and daughters of the first Corona lived. Still, exile is better that then a ‘mysterious death’ to tide over the introduction of Corona III. I got lucky, truly." She looks down at her fine-boned fingers with a wistful smile, clasping them together in prayer.

"Cloud Brush is my home, and in spite of the past I am happy. I spend my days with my friends in exchange for these little rituals. There are some things about the dead and dying that we Old Light folk know best." EXTRA: - loves sunbeam figs - she makes a mean olive and feta pie

[auxiliarydetective]

Who is going through the Horrors™? Poll number 4

Did you know that 4 is an unlucky number because it sounds so similar to the word for "death"? Now you do :)

Today, fellow maniacs, you may ponder the following:

Day Seventeen: Death is a Mystery and Burial is a Secret (Location: Cemetery or Tomb)

Cemeteries and tombs are the places we put our loved ones to rest, but in horror movies we find that final resting places are not so restful after all. Whether it’s ghosts, zombies, psychotic gravekeepers, or grave robbers ensuring no witnesses; how do your ocs go from mourning to trying to survive until morning?

BTW, explanation for people unfamiliar with One Piece - Thriller Bark is Halloween/zombie paradise

@daughter-of-melpomene @starcrossedjedis @come-along-pond @thehedgehogat221b

[nox-lunarwing]

Dear Princess of Spirits,

I know this may be a stupid question, but why not get all the princesses to fix the hole in the sky to, you know.. stop the spirit world invasion?

I'm guessing you must be Princess Luna's daughter ! I see the resemblance! That is awesome!

-Pip

She chuckles

"Yes I am indeed her daughter thank you, and no it is not a stupid question as it isn't exactly common knowledge."

"Though as for your question, it isn't so simple. For starters it isn't an invasion as much as the border between the realms has been opened. Unfortunately however even if we all gathered together, magic isn't a fix all solution as much as many would like it to be."

"Though I should also say the tear itself was created by a clash on the spirit realms side of things. It was one who was part of my mentors order and his previous protégé who went rogue and the resulting clash between him and most of the order created the tear."

"The tear being created with such a massive clash of spiritual energy can't simply be mended by even multiple alicorns. Heck it is something something even Grim couldn't mend working in tandem with said alicorns in the past. So since then we have learned to try and live with our new neighbors. Though in truth they were here to begin with, and they were just suddenly thrust into public notice and were now more prominent than they once were."

"Though through my explanation you might now be wondering what is this order, and who is my mentor?"

She then pulls out Her scythe and spirit lantern seemingly from nothing

"See besides being the princess of spirits I am protégé to grim and part of his order of gravekeepers. My scythe and lantern are both tools and symbols of our order and I was initiated way before I became a princess myself. Though that is a long story and one for another time.However there are other orders headed by others, each having their own ways, and having different qualities they look for in new initiates. All these separate orders share in the duty to keep the cycle of spirits in balance spans past my own world and into countless others. "

[bunnaoi]

Meet The Gravekeeper; an old fellow who maintains a graveyard deep within the forest.

He’s missing his right arm, but his deformed left hand makes up for the loss of it. He makes all graves by hand, scooping the dirt out of the earth to create the perfect silhouettes for the dead.

He doesn’t usually mind children, knowing they don’t pass through his territories because of many ghost stories, but upon finding an exhausted and wounded Seer he decides to take her in.

He lives in one of the larger mausoleums found on the premises and the inside appears to be the only place where Seer can comfortably uncover her eyes without getting a fright of everything (except when she goes outside,, graveyard means lotta ghosts).

Gravekeeper also has a picture of a happy and smiling Seer in his jacket pocket, knowing it’s something rare and honestly heartwarming.

[katyspersonal]

Kin headcanons (Bloodborne)

- There are roughly three types of Kin - celestial, marine and cursed.

- Celestial Kin are associated with lumenweed that reaches to the stars for salvation, you know, the flowers, the effect of Milkweed, etc. And with blue starry aesthetic, naturally. Prime examples are Living Failures, Celestial Emissaries and Ebrietas herself. Flora too, before she became more beastly.

- Celestial =/= cosmic, all Kin are connected to the cosmos! Cosmos is generally a higher plane of existence, whereas ‘stars’ is more specific affiliation. Ebrietas is daughter of the stars, not cosmos, either. A bit slightly lost in translation of boss names ( x ).

- Marine Kin are, naturally, connected to the ‘bottomless sea’. Kos and OoK are prime examples. Marine kin is also what Research Hall patients were initially aiming for, before they turned to the stars instead, to avoid horrors of the sea as it is full of human dregs. Brainsucker is a marine Kin too - this is what happens with a patient that became addicted to brain fluid to the no-return point but didn’t die. This is also why they stopped letting unsuccessful patients return to their homes - they just turn into Brainsuckers in the wild!

- Cursed Kin are affiliated with arachnid theme and ‘evil’ yellow eyes, examples are Amygdalas, Children of Rom and Gardens of Eyes! Interestingly, internal name for Gardens of Eyes are ‘cthulhu spider’. Gardens of Eyes were Research Hall patients that pursued cursed route instead of celestial one to be saved from the Sea, and were taken back in Byrgenwerth to live some semblance of life and recovery, since Choir had no interest in them.

- There are hybrid Kin! Fluorescent Flower is a hybrid between celestial and cursed Kin - note arachnid legs and body elongated in similar fashion as Amygdalas, but it does have glowing plantlife on its body! Milkweed reflects what would a celestial+marine hybrid be like. Rom is the only example of all three affiliations meeting - celestial (her glowing plants), marine (tentacley tails) and cursed (spider legs and bloated skull full of eyes).

- There are mutants - people who merely have their bodies change to adapt to affiliating with Great Ones better, without becoming their ��family’! Nightmare Apostles like Patches are affiliated with cursed Kin, everyone in Fishing Hamlet is affiliated with marine Kin. Willem and Slime Scholars mutated to affiliate with celestial Kin better; even though slime scholars are ‘liquid’, don’t forget that Ebrietas and augur slugs are creepy and wet as well! Marine is less necessarily wet and more as in, marine creatures. Jellyfish, fish, squids, all that.

- Gravekeeper Scorpion is essentially a failed Fluorescent Flower, someone too far gone into being a zombie (or whatever happens with Pthumerians that have been pushing for immortality too far) to ascend. It used to happen often, too, as celestial and cursed affiliations oppose each other, like angels and demons - marine affiliation is value neutral.

- Winter Lanterns and Brain of Mensis are the closest thing to marine+cursed hybrid seen, notice them being full of evil eyes and seeming quite like jellyfish (Lantern’s head and Brain having many tentacles underneath). They are unique cases though - rather than it being one person mutating, they consist of many dead people (head of Wintern Lantern made of messengers and Brain of Mensis made of people - everyone else in Mensis Ritual room).

- Whereas Augurs of Ebrietas exist as their own entity, parasites like those found within Kos and phantasms used for Call Beyond are, indeed, parasites. Sea parasites nudge the host to crave Insight and brain fluid even more, which did not help Research Hall patients at all. Call Beyond, similarly, causes hunger if not addiction for being in touch with the ‘stars’ - notice how its glowing tendrills are similar to what ‘advanced’ celestial emissaries protrude from their skulls:

- There is no cursed kind of parasitic phantasm from what we’ve seen in the game, however Vermin is the closest thing to such. It is born from human dregs, whereas Call Beyond is external cosmic parasite, and marine parasite is mix of a both human dregs and the divine.

- Needless to mention that Kos Parasite is not exclusive to her - variants found in dungeons are known as Uncanny and Lost parasites, without her name mentioned. It is entirely possible though that dungeons had experienced the flood of the great Sea long ago - dungeons are QUITE wet, and also, for example, this creature is found in both Fishing Hamlet and dungeons:

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! Identity V Masterlist

- Love Letters Yandere! Victor Grantz (Postman)

General

- Identity V Yandere Survival Rating

- Yandere! IDV ranking for Bloody Queen and The Ripper

- Yandere! IDV ranking for Mercenary and Batter

- Yandere! Wu Chang vs Yandere! Photographer

- Yandere! Entomologist vs Yandere! Postman

- Yandere! Owl! Eli vs Yandere! Eagle! Naib

- Yandere! Wolf! Naib (Mercenary) vs Yandere! Wolf! Victor (Postman)

- Yandere! Norton and Ganji rivals to lovers HCs

- Yandere! William and Jose with a darling in a friend’s with benefits relationship.

- Yandere! Survivors who most likely would have a hunter S/O

- Yandere! Victor, Eli, and Norton with a Yandere! Reader

- Yandere! Ganji and Naib with a Yandere! Reader

- Magician, Prisoner, and Wu Chang as Hybrids

- Yandere! Survivors and Hunters that could do well with an Autistic! Darling

- Yandere! Survivors and Hunters that would start a family with their darling.

- Yandere! Joseph vs Yandere! Aesop (Asylum AU) HCs (Darling has schizophrenia)

- Yandere! Goat! Antonio and Ganji Shitpost

- Yandere! Jack and Naib with a Darling who has trouble with emotions

- Yandere! Norton, Andrew, Luca, and Edgar with a Darling who has a fiance

- Yandere! Mr. Inference vs Yandere! Lady Truth (Not entirely Yandere)

Victor Grantz (Postman)

Andrew Kreiss (Gravekeeper)

- Doll Yandere! Wolf! Victor Grantz (Postman "Specter" Skin)

- Yandere! Wolf! Victor Grantz (Postman "Specter" Skin) HCs

- Yandere! Victor Grantz (Postman) Skin Rankings

- Yandere! Demon Victor Grantz (Postman) HCs

- Yandere! Victor Grantz Scenario (The Embrace)

- Salvation Yandere! Andrew Kreiss (Grave Keeper)

Aesop Carl (Embalmer)

- Yandere! Andrew Kreiss Rival to Lover HCs

- Yandere! Desolate Sand! Andrew Kreiss HCs

- Killer Yandere! Aesop Carl (Embalmer)

Luca Balsa (Prisoner)

- Yandere! Demon! Aesop Carl HCs

- Yandere! Sea Warlock! Aesop Carl with Mermaid! Darling Concept

- Cage Yandere! Luca Balsa (Prisoner) Angst

- Dependant Yandere! Luca Balsa (Prisoner)

Eli Clark (Seer)

- Luca Balsa ("Prisoner") Yandere Alphabet P

- Through The Jungle Yandere! Luca Balsa ("Prisoner" Boidae Skin) Scenario

- Treasured Yandere! Joseph (Photographer)

- Seer with a paranoid darling HCs

- Yandere! Tiger Hybrid! Eli Clark (Seer) HCs

- Eli Clark (Seer) with a darling who likes the thrill of the hunt

- Yandere! Owl Hybrid! Eli Clark HCs

- Yandere! Eli Clark with a Darling who knows about his fiance

Edgar Valden (Painter)

- Inspiration Yandere! Edgar Valden (Painter)

Naib Subedar (Mercenary)

- Yandere! Naib Subedar (Mercenary) Knifeplay HCs

- Yandere! Wolf and Eagle Hybrid! Naib Subedar (Mercenary Parasite and Eagle's Dance skin.)

- Yandere Naib Subedar (Mercenary) Colonel Dax HCs

- Naib Subedar (Mercenary) Yandere Alphabet N T

- Yandere Cat and Shark Hybrid Naib Subedar (Mercenary) HCs

- Yandere! Colonel Dax! Naib with a wounded darling from an allied faction.

- Yandere! Naib Subedar with a Hunter! S/O Concept

- Yandere! Hound! Naib Subedar with Bar Singer! Darling

- Yandere! Hunter! Naib Subedar HCs

Ganji Gupta (Batter)

- Yandere! Ganji Gupta (Batter) with Shy/Smart darling HCs

- Isolation Yandere! Ganji Gupta (Batter)

- Aftermath Yandere! Ganji Gupta (Batter) with a broken darling

- Yandere! Lava Cake Ganji Gupta (Batter) HCs

- Yandere! Lava Cake! Ganji Gupta (Batter) with Oblivious! Darling

- Yandere! Panther! Ganji with Journalist! Reader

Melly Plinius (Entomologist)

- Yandere! Melly Plinius (Entomologist) HCs

- Yandere! Sophia! Melly HCs

Kurt Frank (Explorer)

- Yandere! Kurt Frank (Explorer) HCs

Kreacher Pierson (Thief)

- Kreacher Pierson (Thief) with Freddy's Daughter S/O

Norton Campbell (Prospector)

- Yandere! Soul Catcher! Norton Campbell HCs

- Yandere! Ronald of Ness! Norton HCs

- Yandere! Mole Hybrid! Norton HCs

Emily Dyer (Doctor)

- Yandere! Emily Dyer HCs

Mike Morton (Acrobat)

- Yandere! Mr Swift! Mike Morton Concept

- Yandere! Peacock Hybrid! Mike Morton Hcs/concept

Emma Woods (Gardener)

- Yandere! Emma Woods HCs

- Yandere! Lady Truth HCs

Freddy Riley (Lawyer)

- Yandere! Mr Bunny! Freddy Riley HCs

Joseph Desaulniers (Photographer)

- Yandere! Mary (Bloody Queen) HC

- Fake Reality Yandere! Joseph (Photographer)

- Joseph (Photographer) Yandere Alphabet B F G H

- Yandere! Azrael! Joseph HCs

- Yandere! D.M! Joseph with Detective! Darling HCs

- Yandere! D.M! Joseph Hcs

- Yandere! Moonlight Gentleman! Joseph with Little Red Riding Hood! Darling HCs

- Yandere! Vampire! Joseph Concept/HCs

Mary (Bloody Queen)

- Servant Yandere! Mary (Bloody Queen)

Antonio (Violinist)

- Yandere! Breaking Wheel Three Faced God HCs

- Yandere! Antonio (Violinist) with Music Teacher! Darling HCs and Scenario

Ths Will Brothers (Breaking Wheel)

- How Yandere! Breaking Wheel falls for you

Michiko (Geisha)

- Yandere! Flying Guillotine! Wu Chang HCs

- Yandere! Kitsune Hybrid! Michiko (Geisha) Concept

Xie + Fan (Wu Chang)

- Yandere! Frost! Wu Chang HCs

[little-watcher]

“this way. follow me.” he smiles, walking over to a grave that reads ‘victoria leach, beloved sister and daughter. gone too soon.’ it places the flowers down, but there are many already there, all varying ages. “hi vicki. this is my friend mort. he’s a gravekeeper. i miss you.”

ellery tilts its head at the phrasing, but doesn’t comment on it. “when, um, when can this happen? cuz, like, as soon as possible would be really cool.” he asks, rocking back and forth in the bus seat. that earns him some looks, and he stops.

He pauses for a moment, trying to get his words in order.

"As soon as he gets home."

Trying to call Azazel is an exercise in futility these days. He'll either pick up immediately or he won't respond for weeks, and there's no knowing which.

"I'll let you know when. Either through the conventional methods or through the Eye, whichever is quicker."

There is a lot of overlap there.

"Who knows, he's in London, you might find him first."

[duscarasheddinn]

While doing a run based on PeanutButterGamer’s Dampé the Gravekeeper idea in Sims, I deliberately started my Dampé with an elderly wife (he’s also elderly) and a young adult son, who I named William after William Afton from FNaF. I ended up saving William Archon (because I named the old patriarch Dampé Archon) three times. This save started with a household composed of nothing more than three different saved incarnations of William Archon. I later changed their appearances to make them all more unique.

I also gave each of them a child of their own through different means. One of them got abducted by an Alien (something I wanted to happen) and came back pregnant with a 100% Alien baby. Even though the Alien baby treated the man who gave birth to her as more of a host than a father who contributed his genes, the game still considers them father and daughter. I named her Samus after the character of the same name from Nintendo’s Metroid series, and she’s currently a toddler. Another seduced his boss at work, so she moved in and had a baby with him. Their child is at the Baby life stage. The remaining one used Lifetime Happiness points (that I got with control-clicks after turning on testing cheats on the main menu; that’s the only point you can enable that to get the control-click lifetime happiness points, which are 500 every time you click the left mouse button, the right mouse button, or click down the scroll wheel aka the middle mouse button) to get a Clone Voucher, which I held off on redeeming until one of the kids was a Baby and the other was a Toddler because the clone generated is at the Child life stage. The game considers the clone to be the son of the original, but as human cloning has not yet been done in real life, no one knows whether clones of humans (that are not identical twins) would be considered the sibling or child of the original.

[jessjustplay]

Princess Maker 2 - Game Archive 1

June 20, 2022

Ayu Lynn

First, I need to try my best to describe the amount of happiness flowing through my body. It’s actually impossible to describe it. I have been wanting to play Princess Maker 2 for years. Years!

I first played this when I was a kid in middle school. One of my sister’s blog friends mailed it to her on a CD-ROM. I played it so much and have a lot of memories playing this while listening to Mariah Carey. 😂

Name: Ayu Lynn Birthday: October 14 Zodiac Sign: Libra Guardian: Venus

Job Ending: Housewife Married? Yes, to Affable Genius Merchant.

Height: 149.62cm Weight: 48.13kg B: 80.53cm W: 59.00cm H: 84.06cm

Physical Fitness: 109 Strength: 0 Intelligence: 54 Elegance: 49 Glamour: 18 Morality: 145 Faith: 273 Sin: 0 Sensitivity: 436

Fighter Reputation: 1 CBT SKL: 0 ATK: 2 DEF: 0

Magic Reputation: 114 MAG SKL: 13 MAG ATK: 14 MAG DEF: 100

Social Reputation: 147 Decorum: 55 ART SKL: 84 Speech: 45

Housework Reputation: 334 Cooking: 88 Cleaning: 95 Personal: 52

Most Executed Study: Poetry Most Executed Job: Gravekeeper

Monsters Slaughtered: 0 Maternal Instinct: 100 Relationship with Father: 7 Relationship with Butler: 100 Relationship with Prince: 0

Total Points: 195

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“I don’t want to work at all but train to become a good wife. Therefore, until I’ve found a good man, I would like to help with all the housework, ok?” – Ayu

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I participated in the Cooking Contest every year. She won 2nd place for the first time when she was 14, I think… she won 2nd place again when she was 15 and 16, and on her 17th year she won first place!! We won 3,000G and a goose egg, or something lol Cube wanted to eat it, but she didn’t, so we didn’t eat it.

Not gonna lie, I was a little rusty playing this again. I must have used a hack or cheat code back in the day because I do not remember struggling so much financially! I couldn’t let Ayu take many lessons because I was broke during the first half of the game. The poor girl ran away FOUR TIMES because I probably overworked her and didn’t let her have any fun. I hit “No pocket money” so many times, I honestly felt like a terrible person lol but not really because I chose to use that money for lessons instead, even if I could only get 2 lessons with my 100 gil.

I had so, so, so much fun playing this. I am glad my 1st daughter turned into a nice housewife. I know sometimes your daughter doesn’t even get married! She worked as a gravekeeper a lot because she was good at it and it paid more than babysitting or church work. She sucked working at the inn, restaurant, lumberjack, and the other construction gig. She was really bad at the salon but as she got older she got better and that became my source of income.

Can’t wait to play this again!

[yourplayersaidwhat]

What Happens when I try to DM

Friends: *let me DM for 1 session*

—

Gravekeeper: I understand the plight of the wood Elves all too well.

Wood Elf: Says the High Elf.

Gravekeeper: Hey, we’re taking your cargo up 5 miles of stairs, the leash you can do is be- and she left.

—

Yellow Fang: I want raw deer meat:

Waiter: Are you sure about that?

Yellow Fang: Yes

Me: Roll to see if you get sick.

Yellow Fang: *rolls a 1*

Me: you immediately start throwing up on everyone in the surrounding area.

Gravekeeper: I let him throw up on everyone until he gets to me, then I use cure disease.

Yellow Fang: thank you for helping me only when it suits you.

Gravekeeper: that’s what I’m here for.

—

Me: why does Yellow Fang have any trust in civilization when the last time we got food, they got really drunk and Aiyin committed homocide?

Yellow Fang (OOC): That was only two incidents. Yellow Fang still has hope.

Me: Keep in mind, those were the ONLY two incidents.

—

Me: Wier must roll for animal handling.

Wier: *rolls a natural 20 with a +10 animal handling modifier*

Me: every bird except the roc instantly falls in love with him.

Gravekeeper: we’ll need him for roc taming

—

Me: you find sexy corn in Aiyin’s room (Aiyin is my character).

Yellow Fang : I add the sexy corn to my inventory.

—

Yellow Fang: *gets charmed by Aiyin’s father*

Aiyin’s Father: Take me to your leader and my daughter.

Yellow Fang: Gravekeeper is such a nice guy! Oh, and I imagin you’re husband must be thrilled to have his daughter back.

Aiyin’s Father: I have a wife, and we had Aiyin through traditional means.

Yellow Fang: So she’s both gay and transgender, what amazing LGBT representation.

Aiyin’s Father: Ion is neither gay nor transgender, I’m not sure where you’re getting these ideas from.

Yellow Fang: Maybe you you just haven’t come ‘round yet.

—

Yellow Fang: Gravekeeper is in there. *points at the bathroom*

Aiyin’s Father: *kicks down door*

Me: Take 1d8 flying door damage.

—

Me: you find a prophetic music box. When played, you hear Gravekeeper and Yellow Fang arguing over what to have for breakfast.

Yellow Fang (OOC): You know this has serious implications for Aiyin’s relationship with us.

Gravekeeper (OOC): I have serious plans for this music box in the future.

—

Me: you see chains fly and take out one of Aiyin’s parents.

Yellow Fang: two things. First off, Shit, there’s a chain devil in the area and I only have half health. And second, I hope that was the mother. I still have a bone to pick with the Father for taking away half my HP.

—

Gravekeeper: I surf on my shield down the air and jump off it turning into a tiger and throwing my shield Captain America style.

Me: As you land, do you want to attempt to rip off his head?

Gravekeeper: Yes. *rolls a 19*

Me: you successfully rip off his head and give a roar of glory. The Cambion is awestruck, when he recovers from his stupor, he asks to be your student.

Gravekeeper: I’m open to it.

—

Me: in the distance, you see Aiyin fighting 5 Helmed Horrors an a Bone Devil, who’s laughing in the background. She has 10 HP.

Gravekeeper: I run towards Aiyin to get in range for a healing spell.

Me: A trio of Hell Hounds blocks the way.

—

Gravekeeper: Aiyin, use your broom!

Aiyin: It’s broken!

Gravekeeper: Fuck! Aiyin, get over here!

Me: One of the Helmed Horrors grab Aiyin. *rolls a natural 20 for if the Helmed Horror holds onto Aiyin and a 9 to determine whether or not she escapes* Uh… every single Helmed Horror attacks her since she’s the only target.

Gravekeeper (OOC): on average that will do 160 damage.

Me: I guess my character’s dead now. Yellow Fang’s turn.

Yellow Fang: *rolls to see what a devil he confused does* The Bone Devil flies in a random direction.

Me: the Bone Devil face-plants into Aiyin’s house. Nothing lack slapstick after an important character death, an I right?

—

Gravekeeper: I cast a spell on Aiyin’s corpse.

Me: What does it do?

Gravekeeper: it’s a secret.

Me: oh…

—

Yellow Fang: I have 1 HP

Me: the Helmed Horrors pursue you, the Bone Devil has snapped out of its confusion and is very pissed off with you, and the Chain Devil has his eyes on you as well.

—

Gravekeeper: I give up and let the chain devil grapple me.

Me: the chain devil is confused and doesn’t grapple you, but he still does the damage.

—

Gravekeeper: as we run away, something strange happens with Aiyin’s corpse?

Me: does it come back to life?

Gravekeeper: No.

Me: does she EXPLODE?

Gravekeeper: yes. The entire mountain goes with her.

Me: whelp, congratulations, you’ve killed off the survivors. Which means you’ve killed several recurring villains, including a lich.

—

Me: so about that spell, what was it?

Gravekeeper: A secret

Me: was it summon maggots?

—

Me: I guess I’ll play the Cambion now. Even though you were against me adding new party members.

Gravekeeper (OOC): well, you kinda killed off your own character in the process. I’m planning to revive her later.

Me: Aiyin’s fate is in your hands.