#alice x melly

[mizumews]

🌊 x 📰🐝

[butterflies-and-mirrors]

Behind closed doors....

(its missing alimelly hours ;-;)

[sirencozycove]

─ Melly (neé Ndlovu) Plinius ( The Entomologist. ) & Alice DeRoss ( The Journalist. )┆𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃. ♡

[entomologistt]

Where do they keep a picture of you?

Featuring: Alice DeRoss, Frederick Kreiburg, Melly Plinius, Orpheus DeRoss, and Norton Campbell (separate headcanons)

Ento note: Basically ashes of memory gang, yeah. I love them. I wrote this on the verge of passing out... First written post too!! ^^ Gender neutral reader!!!

Alice DeRoss

Goodness, she has so many pictures of you! All taken with the camera she always has with her. Where does she keep them? She definitely has a whole scrapbook dedicated to pictures of you and the two of you together! With dates and notes.

But on her person, she keeps a special picture of you in her purse to carry wherever she goes. When she has the time to herself, she often takes it out to admire you, a fond smile on her face.

It’s one where she caught you off guard during one of your dates. She thinks it really captured your natural radiance, your most natural, most prettiest smile without being encouraged by the camera… Which is why it’s her favourite!

She can’t wait to capture more of you!

Frederick Kreiburg

Frederick is considered a paranoid person, and although you may not be a secret, he doesn’t want you dragged into his problems. But he definitely has a picture of you on his person. It’s kept safely in a secret compartment of his coat; it can only be accessed by him.

So when he gets into that spiralling state, when none of his musical compositions sound or look right, a sea of crumbled papers surrounding his space— yeah, he needs something to get him out of there. So that’s with his tuning fork, the echoing soundwaves clearing his thoughts, silencing those “ghosts” …

And looking at the picture of you, the one he keeps so dear. It inspires him, the captured feelings he has for you eventually turned into beautiful piano symphonies.

You are his muse, after all.

Melly Plinius

Melly keeps you in her hat. She likes you, and she likes hats, so it’s the perfect combination. Her two favourite things in one, how lovely. In that little space inside with the stitches, so it's basically kept as snug as a bug.

It’s a picture of you on a picnic you’d set up for the two of you, a surprise from you when you tagged along on one of her entomological studies. Out of all the insect and flower pictures taken on that camera, the picture of you had to be the best, her lovebug.

However, she doesn’t always carry it—only when she travels. When she’s not, she puts it in a frame or somewhere it can be protected. She doesn’t want to lose it, it’s her favourite.

She deeply appreciates you and your sweetness.

Orpheus DeRoss

Orpheus wouldn’t keep you on his person. No, he has to keep you a secret; he has to be careful. But you are his darling lover; he has to have at least one, so he keeps your picture hidden away in a journal. Like a bookmark.

In fact, this journal is filled with a bunch of writings or poems about you. It’s all dedicated to you, all the thoughts of you he has written down while away from you. He misses you.

Maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll give and show it to you… When the time is right.

He’s running out of pages to spill his heart on.

Norton Campbell

There are two places Norton might keep your picture. Like Melly, somewhere on his mining hat, or simply in his pocket. He doesn’t have the luxury of being fancy with it. Wherever it is, he treats it like it’s the last thing he has of you, so it's definitely treasured.

So when it slips out onto the ground, he’s quick to chase and grab it before they can. He can handle the teasing and remarks of his cruel co-workers, he doesn’t care, as long as he still has that picture of you in his possession.

It’s you that keeps him going, along with… other things. He has his own goals, yes, but is it so bad to want light in the darkness of this hellhole?

You make him believe that kindness still exists.

[orphmelly-enthusiast]

The DeRoss’s and their Partners

Art by @goodbadchild on twitter

[otakusparkle]

So I got the information regarding future events of Identity V (from Mori (Twitter))

- Next diary is Hullabaloo circus and will be implemented next year

- The continuation of the main story (Ashes of Memories) will be released next year

- In addition to the new episode of AoM, Entomologist will have Identity Switch (Hunter) form

- Every character will have their turn to get S-Tier Costume, it is state by NetEase apology that there is no unfairness for every single character and for the Visitors to please be patience for the release

- Toy Merchant S-Tier Costume

- Cowboy S-Tier Costume

- Instead of Photographer, COA 8 Hunter will be Soul Weaver to get S-Tier Costume

- Journalist and Novelist S-Tier for Sherlock Holmes collaboration will be released next year

- Undead new costume

- Explorer new content

- Female Dancer new content (this year)

- Breaking Wheel and Entomologist GG team champion

- Deduction Stars will be released at the end of this year : Fool's Gold, Journalist, Composer, Hermit, Cheerleader, Patient

- Nymph Award : The Ripper and Prospector

[aesopcatt]

hello! could i request alice, melly, orpheus and frederick’s reactions to ‘would you still love me if i was a worm’? thank you <3

(A/N)

Thank you for your request!!! I love silly requests like these :))

Alice DeRoss☆

She’s so confused when you ask. “What do you mean would I still love you if you’re a worm?” She asks, looking at her lover dumbfounded. “Like, are you still you or just a worm?”

“I’m still me, just a worm.” You smile, trying to hold in your laugh.

“Well then, of course I’d still love you. I’d love you no matter what.” She giggles, hugging her lover. “How’d you even think of a question like that?” She runs her fingers through your hair.

“Mhhhh I don’t know.” You look at her and laugh again. You both just lay down on Alice’s bed after you get done laughing.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Alice asks.

Melly Plinius ☆

“What kind of question is that of course I’d still love you if you were a worm. Worms are kind of cute anyways.” Melly smiles at you. You hug Melly and give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Aww you’re so sweet! I’d still love you if you were a worm. We can be worms in love together.” You and Melly go back to sitting and watching the sunset outside the manor.

Orpheus ☆

“Would I still love you if you were a worm? No, I mean you’re a worm now.” Orpheus looks over at you, questioning you.

“But I’m still me, just a worm.” You look at him a fake sad expression on your face.

“But You’re a worm. You’re not you anymore.” You said, his confusion written all over his face.

“Well, I’d still love you if you were a worm.” You retorted. He just lets out a sigh in defeat.

“Fine… id still love you if you were a worm.”

Frederick Kreiburg ☆

Frederick doesn’t really get it but he’s goes along with it. “Mhh, yeah I’d still love you if you were a worm. I���ll love you no matter what, even as a worm. You’d still love me if I was a worm, right?” He asks, leaning his head on your shoulder, taking a break from the  piano.

“Of course! I love you so much, you being a worm wouldn’t change that.” You smile and give him a quick kiss.

(A/N)

Sorry if it’s kind of short!

[ronironiica]

mehmeh

[revoltingcreation]

Ashes of Memory Characters reacting to fluffy pony abuse

(My first prompt! I probably shouldn’t do a shitpost but I thought this would be silly…I hope. TW for mentions of fluffy pony abuse, it won’t be too graphic though.)

Whilst searching the interwebs, you happen to find a strange genre of video that is called “fluffy pony abuse.” You find these videos to be very entertaining, and decide to show them to your friends at the manor.

Alice DeRoss

She is…concerned, to say the least. She tries to mask her feelings though, after seeing how much you like them. You watch a few videos with her, until she tells you she can’t bear to watch it anymore. You don’t see here for the rest of the day.

Orpheus

Orpheus sees this as an opportunity to profile you. He finds it interesting as to how someone like you could enjoy such things. He watches almost all of the videos you’ve found, commenting on them along the way. You notice him eyeing you the whole time too, like he was trying to read your expressions. Nonetheless, you think he liked the experience.

Melly Plinius

All Melly did was look at you in the eye and ask you if you were okay. You replied, “Yes, why?”

“No reason.” You can’t help but worry that she views you differently now.

Frederick Kreiburg

Oh god. Why? Why would you do this to him? For the 30 minutes of watching, you saw in the corner of your eye him cringing and holding his hand over his mouth. When you asked him if he wanted to watch more, he looked at you with the most disgusted look known to man. At least you got to sit next to him for half an hour!

[yoshinoritoshi]

Honestly him going to beg at the bedroom window is hilarious to me. Man went outside the house, walked all the way around to the window (possibly even got a ladder if the bedroom is on another floor), and is posted up outside groveling in hopes of getting some relief.

Orpheus watching Frederick get a ladder from the greenhouse: "You know what? I'm not gonna question that, I do not see."

But seriously though, how cute is he when he's so desperate? He's nothing is not devoted to you, you know! Once he puts his mind to something, he's going to get it done, and if that involves pleading for forgiveness? He'll do it. Maybe he is moody and gives you attitude and is grumpy more often than not, but he really does love you.

And he'd love it if you unlatched the window so he can embrace you as you deserve. Frederick promises that he'll listen more next time, no arguments, just his arms around you as he holds you close and shows you just how much he appreciates you for dealing with him.

[sinnthewriter]

Ashes of Memory w/ Oc

ch 1

A young pale skin woman sits at a desk, her brunette hair cut in layers, her left bangs slightly longer, nearly covering one of her hazel eyes

She wears a white blouse with flared sleeves that are tied close to her waist with a small bit of ribbon. A corset belt is wrapped around her waist, which holds a pair of black dress pants to her thin frame, and wrapped around her neck is a black lace jabot that has a black dahlia pendant placed at the collar. A pair of Mary Janes with thick heels cover her feet.

Her left hand is covered in with a black glove

She is seen writing in a journal by candlelight.

“This manner once thought to be nothing but an obstacle now seems like both paradise and hell.”

She looked at the flickering candle for a moment

“For it both holds cruelty and pleasure.”

She is standing in her apartment, looking over the burnt remains of the building through her window, sipping from a tea cup.

On the apartment walls are newspapers clipped and framed showing photos of her and another women who look exactly like her but is extremely paler.

The twins make the spotlight once again!

The Hayes twin offered major roles for an upcoming performance!

Put hanging by her bed are three articles that are frameless

Golden Rose Theater burns down in a shocking fire! Arson is suspected

Zora Hayes reported missing from the hospital!

Elvire Hayes pulls back from the spotlight after losing her sister!

She looked at the clippings before looking down at the bed, where an envelope with a red seal was placed. She frowned at the sight.

She walked over to her wardrobe, pulled out a suitcase and started to place items in it before looking at a stack of papers on her desk .

Better bring the reference material I found on the symbol and the manor.After all, an actor must know their role.

Next, she turned to the bedside table, where a photo was,

It showed her and her sister with their father, a dark-skinned man; they were all smiling and happy

Can’t leave behind, father.

She then kneeled and reached under her bed for a certain box. Inside were two stacks of letters and something wrapped in a silk bag; one stack had elegant fine white paper, the other rougher and a faded yellow; however, she took great care handling them both.

The fine paper had her name written out in cursive, "Ms. Hayes.” the smell of corn flowers The other is clear, neat writing, “E. Hayes.” it had a scent of coal dust and gunpowder

She gently placed the box in the suitcase and covered it with some of the clothes she was taking

Finally, she opened the bedside table drawer, looking disgusted there was a bottle of Laudanum

She despised it, but it did help when the nightmare got horrible, and she thankfully was able to take it very sparingly. She had seen people addicted to it go mad; she refused to be one of those people.

I usually can’t sleep in a new place easily just to bring it just in case

Done packing, she looked over her small place one last time as she slipped on an old, long black jacket, grabbing her suitcase and heading out through the door.

She sat in the backseat of a car while the driver drove on a dirt path through a forest. It was pitch black out.

Three months ago, my sister went missing from her hospital bed. No one saw her leaving the building or even her room, nor did anyone other than hospital staff enter or exit it.

The only thing I have of her was an open envelope with this red seal. While practicing for a performance, I noticed one of the actresses was bragging about being invited to a high-class manor; she was waving around the invitation.

An invitation with that same seal, however, when I open the letter to find the address, I learn it was written to me.The actress was just used to get my attention.

So here I am, ready to face what this manor has to offer

She stood in front of the gates as the car sped away

My father always said, "Uno debe confiar en su instinto antes que en su cabeza, pero aprender a usar ambos al mismo tiempo"

“One must trust their gut before their head but learn to use both at the same time.”

Hopefully I will be able to do it here

She walks towards the wooden door, knocking on it

It opened, revealing an old butler

She nodded towards him. “Hello, I am Elvire Hayes; I have been invited here.” She held out the envelope to him. He looked over it before stepping aside and letting her in.

“Please do follow me; you have arrived just as scheduled, so your room is ready,” he stated Elvire nodded, looking around the quite beautiful manor as they walked towards her room.

It was lovely for a guest room—a wardrobe, a queen bed, and a writing desk. The window gave a beautiful view of a large flower garden.

“Do you require anything, Ms. Hayes?" the man asked Elvire look at him for a moment

“By chance, can you tell me who else shall be here?” she question,

After all, the lord did say she was not going to be alone

“There is the composer Mr. Kreiburg who asks not to be disturbed due to mental ailments, the entomologist Mrs. Plinus, an reporter by the name of {Insert fake name here; it does not matter for long}, and Mr. Opherus,” the butler reported.

Elvires mulled over the names as she had heard of them as they were reported, but something felt off about that name the reporter supposedly had, and her breath hitch at the name of Opherus.

"Ah, I see. My I am quite outclassed here as I am a humble actress,” she laughed nervously. The butler shook his head. “Not all Ms you were highly spoken of by the lord here; no need to be wary,” he comforted but it had the opposite effect on the women

The Lord speaks highly of me; why? Is he a fan of my performances? Or is there something else?

“Dinner is served at six.The servants return to their quarters at 11 and prepare breakfast at six in the morning.” The Butler went on, “However, since you arrived so late, I am afraid you must wait till morning to eat, I am sure you must be tired, so please do rest." He then gave a light bow before leaving the room.

She looked around the room, setting her suitcase on the bed and unpacking it. She placed the box that held the letters on the desk and opened it.

Taking the top letter from both stacks

“The main goal is to find my sister and leave, but the invitation also promised other types of reunions. Hearing that Opherus, who just recently stopped sending me letters, here could be what he is referring to but what if also?” she stops her thoughts as she gently opens them

“To my dearest Melpomene

I have come into an opportunity that I can not reject, as it holds the promise of something I have been desiring for so long.

It pains me to say I must stop sending you letters for the time being, but I swear I will visit you once again. I yearn to see you perform just as I did the night we first met.

I will explain everything when I see you in person once more.

Yours

Opherus”

She turned to the other one

“Treasure,

I know I’ve disappeared on you but I have a good reason.

When you see me again, I'll be better and take care you, even spoil you,

Need to see you on that theater stage, miss seeing you in the light.

Norton”

“It's a shame I don’t have a guide around this manor; then I could look around myself,” she muttered. Now she just needs to kill time till the morning. She decided to write in the journal provided by the flickering candlelight; once her entry was done, she sighed.

She held the bottle of Laudanum and, with a small grunt, took the smallest sip she could manage.

As she re-cork it, a familiar voice appear in her ear

“Did you miss me?” A male voice whispered, and she spun around looking for the source before shaking her head in frustration and removing her clothes, leaving only her undershirt and underwear on. She slipped into bed and fell into darkness.

"Also, Ms. Hayes is expected to arrive much later today." Butler stated Alice stiffened, "Ms. Hayes, the rising actress who recently lost her sister?” She asked, and the butler nodded.

“She will be staying on the ground floor as well.”

“I recently interviewed her; she knows the name that I am using is a fake; I will have to speak with her privately tomorrow when I get the chance.” she thought to herself privately.

Elvire's dreams were filled with darkness, but she could swear she felt someone touch her, but it didn’t scare her as she felt..safe with them for some reason.

They made her feel warm and her breath hitch, especially when something hot and wet joined in.

“Miss you,” a voice had been whispering in her ear as she rolled and twisted, “need you.” It continued.

She jolted awake as the sun beams on her from the flower garden, as the smell of cornflowers and coal can faintly be smelled.

Alice arrived at the tea room during the night, there sitting on one of the tables with a script.

“It's for the Greek tragedy of Antigone, where one sister commits a crime and her sister joins her in punishment so they are not apart, but Antigone refuses this and proves her sister's innocence so she can live. It was one of my companions favorite plays to read.” Alice thought she then noticed the lit candelabra with the candles nearly melted all the way down a note with her real name on it.

Carefully she picks it up and opens it

“My sister is your ally; protect her.” A drawing of a dahlia flower is on it, but the card smells like Cosmos flowers.

“If I recall from the interview, Elvire wears a Dahlia flower pendent on her collar, while her sister Zora wore a Cosmos pendant; it was their father's nicknames for them,” she thought over the message

“Elvire is meant to have arrived, which means that the missing sister, Zora, is the one who left me the message.”

She watched as the wix in the candelabra burnt out

“The question is, what is Zora doing here?”.

Elvire looks at the flower garden from her room window, processing the dream if she could even call it that

“I haven’t had a dream like that since the first time I met those two in person, and even then it was of innocent things; however, those two were never innocent in multiple ways,” she gazed out, staring off into space.

She yearns for a moment for the dream to have lasted longer, one of her fingernails scratching her lips, but is brought out of her day dreaming by a knock on her door.

She was greeted by the butler once more,

“Breakfast is served,” he announced. Elvire smiled at him.

Alice looked over the dishes that were prepared in the seat in front of her—healthy but sweet dishes.

A pitcher of ice water, pancakes topped with fresh fruit and a bit of syrup, toast with some assortments of jams, with scrambled eggs and roasted potatoes on the side as well, and a steaming cup of tea were provided.

“Whoever dish this is prefers a heavy meal in the morning while I prefer light, I don’t think this is for me,” she concluded.

Elvire was the last to enter and immediately felt eyes on her, especially when she made eye contact with the reporter. “Alice Deross, how interesting.”

Alice looks over the actress.

Her clothes, while looking like fine material upon closer inspection, appear to be counterfeit but I know that’s by her choice, not by a lack of income.

Her hazel eyes look strong but they hold a deep sadness in them.

Her lips are red from being picked at perhaps a nervous tick.

“Hello, Ms. Hayes, it's been awhile." Alice brought up as the actress took her seat across from her.

Elvire gave a small smile. “Indeed, it has,” she said, taking a sip of her ice water.

“I need to get her alone to properly talk to her,” Alice thought as she side-eyed Opherus, who was giving glances at the other women, “and it seems by the way Opherus is looking at her that they may have a history.” She started to dig into her food.

“If I recall his second latest novel was about an actress who fell in love with a mysterious patron,” she thought, “one of the few stories that wasn’t a thriller novel but instead a dark romance.”

“May I ask why you were invited to the manor?” Alice asked Elvire, who met her eyes, “the lord wishes for me to give him a private performance as he wants to become a new sponsor for my sister and I” the actress explained.

“I’ve only seen you two perform a few times, but you both were wonderful." Alice complimented it; it made the other women smile but it still had lingering sadness to it.

When breakfast was finished and the dishes cleared,

Melly spoke “Mr. Butler, are there any plans for today? When do we get to meet the Lord?”

The butler turned to face the group.

“My lord invites all of you to Kreiburg Racecourse at the west of the manor this afternoon.”

Orpheus raised his brow, “Kreiburg Racecourse, I thought it was abandoned after that incident."

“It is, as you say, the racecourse is not active,” the butler explained. “My lord merely asked that all of you go there this afternoon.” he went on, “besides that, please keep in mind the promise you made upon accepting the invitation: do not wander around at night, and do not leave the main building before receiving a second invitation.”

With that, he went on his way, leaving the five of them alone

Elvire and Alice shared a look; the actress gestured to the novelist with her head, who nodded in return.

“Mr. Orpheus, what does that thing you mentioned earlier refer to?” Alice look at the Novelist expectedly.

Elvire hums at the story, “My what a tale, would make a fine play.” she said wispy, looking into her tea cup and one of her nails, absentmindedly grazing her lips.

“Why is the racecourse called Kreiburg?” Alice, follow up.

“Kreiburg was the maiden name of the wife of the manor's previous owner." Orpheus explained his face had some form of sympathy on it.

Alice paused for a moment, thinking eyebrows knitted. “It seems he really loved his wife, so why did Mary take her own life?”

“There are many theories about it, some say Mary had an affair with a jockey and she was commend for it” Orpheus started,”she couldn’t take the pressure and took her own life, and of course there are those who say it a murder disguised as a suicide”.

The novelist looked straight at the entomologist “after all there is always a price to pay for being unfaithful” but before he could continue Elvire chuckle drew his attention.

“Indeed but that does beg the question if she did have an affair why? she had money, standing, and the most rarest of marriages for a nobel family one of love, perhaps there was a another reason she went to another arms’ her pinky nail dug at her lips slowly drawing blood it seem to awaken her from her trance as she quickly stood up “but then again that could just be my thespianism trying to make more of a story” she face Alice with a smile “if you wish to talk more Ms.Reporter please join me in the tea room it where I am to rehearse” with that she turn on her heel and walk out.

Feeling a familiar gaze watching her.

[isu-desu]

Awwww

[butterflies-and-mirrors]

Alimelly week 2025 Day 1: Modern Au

Pairing: Alice DeRoss/Melly Plinius

Summary:

Click. The woman sighed as her call ended, looking up at the pouring rain through drenched strands of hair hanging over her eyes. She looked around and upon noticing Melly, smiled at her in a way of politeness.

“Depressing weather, isn't it?” She remarked.

Melly blinked, glancing at the grey skies, and then looking down as she murmured, “I suppose so.” ---- A chance meeting between two women at a bus stop on a rainy day. Unaware that their lives will forever be intertwined after this unexpected encounter.

Written for Alimelly week 2025!! Day 1: Modern AU

[oletuswriter]

im so embarassed of sending asks but I LOVED YOUR LAST POST. Idk what to say, but could you do character analysis? If you only write as x reader it could be relationship hc or analisys of how they act w reader JUST DO YOUR MAGIC 💗💗💗💗

੭⠀ A deeper look into the relationship.

⋆⠀AUTHOR’S NOTES: I’m not sure if this is exactly what you wanted or which character you had in mind, but here it is! If it’s not quite what you had in mind, feel free to send another ask. By the way, to the people who sent requests,thank you! I’ll be posting soon, I just need a little time to write 🫶🏻

⋆⠀FEATURING: Frederick Kreiburg 'Composer'.

⋆⠀WARNING: This post contain spoilers of Ashes of Memory and Frederick’s backstory.

The room was silent. Frederick stood by the window, his silhouette framed by the faint glow of moonlight. He didn’t look at you when he spoke. “I never planned on letting anyone get this close.” His fingers tapped idly against the windowsill, a subtle betrayal of his nerves. ��But now… I can’t imagine leaving without you.” He finally turned, his eyes meeting yours. “Tell me you’ll come with me. That this—whatever this is—wasn’t a mistake.”

⋆⠀Frederick grew up carrying more burdens than he could handle. His father’s rejection, combined with his disorder, instilled in him a constant need to distance himself from others to feel “safe.” The disappointment of realizing he didn’t inherit the natural talent that ran in his family’s veins didn’t help either, and his paranoia only worsened over time.

⋆⠀His perception of the people around him is always the same—neutral, if he even cares enough about them to give them any space in his mind. So, when you were introduced, Frederick was polite and brief, treating you just like anyone else who had entered the manor.

⋆⠀His thoughts about you only began to change after you confronted Orpheus for overstepping into matters that were none of his business. At first, Frederick assumed you were just a people pleaser trying to lower his guard. However, later that same day, he overheard you chatting with Alice and Melly once again, telling them about how you were against being so impolite and disrespectful.

⋆⠀The closeness between you two didn’t happen overnight, but small gestures and actions here and there gradually allowed you both to feel at ease in each other’s presence. He listened to you, engaged in normal conversations, and stopped giving short replies just to end the discussion. He even waited for you to arrive at the table before starting to eat. For others, it was surprising to see Frederick interacting without being defensive, though they simply assumed it was a budding friendship.

⋆⠀In the beginning, that’s all it was. Frederick wasn’t exactly thrilled about having someone he could call a friend, but he wasn’t upset about it either. When he realized his feelings were changing, though, he tried to deny them to himself. Yet, seeing how futile that was, he was left with only one option: acceptance.

⋆⠀Being in a relationship with him can be complicated. Even if he trusts you, he’s unlikely to let you know much about his past—unless it directly affects your relationship. The thought of you abandoning him is something he cannot bear, and he is willing to do anything to prevent that, from killing to opening up about some past traumas.

⋆⠀Frederick’s paranoia is no secret. He feels not only jealousy but also a deep-seated anger toward anyone who dares to take your attention away from him. He firmly believes that people have ill intentions when they approach you and wants you to believe that as well. And if you dismiss it? Oh, God, either he’ll manipulate you with tears, or he’ll accuse you of betraying him.

⋆⠀If you ever get upset with him, he’ll send romantic letters, dedicate songs to you, and do things straight out of a romance novel. Part of these actions can be a sincere apology; the rest, although, can also be just an attempt to make you forget whatever mistake he made.

⋆⠀Above all, once you agree to be his partner, Frederick will include you in his plans for life after leaving the manor. Even if he doesn’t fully explain what those plans entail, one thing is certain—leaving you behind is not an option for him.

[imperfectrotting]

Even though i love reading fanfiction about Norton, especially Norton x readers, i just genuinely cannot imagine him ever loving someone else. He gets mischaracterized so often, as well.

Norton was forced to be a miner ever since his father died of black lung. "If a father is a miner, so shall the son." By that he means that miners barely scrap by. The money they earn is just barely enough to live off from. Norton's father couldn't afford anything for Norton. No fancy clothes, not even for him to go to school.

And once he died, the debt that he carried, transfered onto Norton, so now Norton was stuck being a miner, forced to slave away years of his live to come across a sliver of gold.

Norton was raised to be a good boy, taking care of the elderly, being a very hard, efficient and diligent worker. Even his previous employers were sad to let him go, because he was such a hard worker. Being the first one to enter the mines and the last one to come out. But as the years went on, he grew more desperate to be freed from his poverty, for his fate to be changed somehow. So he took more risk.

He visited all the locations that were given to him on the map by Benny, except for the Golden Cave. Norton was on the brink of insanity and decided to risk it all, bringing all his co-workers to the cave, and bringing dynamite, being fully aware of how dangerous it was to use. But nonetheless, not caring for anyone except for himself anymore, he decided to blow it all up.

His dramatic shift in attitude, especially after the incident, he's being described by (most likely) his coworkers said his personality became even more extreme, with at times very gloomy and depressed.

It is interesting that before the incident, he got described as someone hard to deal with, with his emotions being as changeable as the weather. It's most likely his coworkers that bullied him that described him that way, because they were intimidated by his sheer determination to break free from poverty. Because in both of the videos we got about Norton's backstory, especially the live action one, he didn't get portrayed as someone hard to deal with at all, and his emotions being so unstable.

I think it all changed when Norton found out about Benny wanting to return as a miner one day, when he got better, wanting to go mining with Norton. I think that made Norton snap, take all the risk and chances at the Golden Cave, because he wanted to change his own fate so badly.

With the meteorite magnet he got from the accident, he became a geological surveyor to make a better living and to get away from the mines.

I can't imagine for him to have love left for someone else in his heart. Now when he's in the manor, having been hired to assassinate either Melly or Alice, and working together with Orpheous (as seen having drugged Alice unconscious) for a lot of money.

I wish i knew when Ashes of memory part 3 came out because i genuinely cannot wait. Norton's been my favorite character since i started playing the game in 2020. Seeing him get so much love when his backstory dropped, together with him being the only one to receive his own live action film, like hello!? I love him so much, and he interests me so damn much. I want to keep finding out more things about him.

[orphmelly-enthusiast]

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