#idv philip

[otakusparkle]

Only 5 days left until the 6th anniversary of Identity V!

The past is colored in pictures. With despair and burning desire in his heart, the Hunter wields his blade today as well!

Thank you mono96ism (Twitter) for the wonderful illustration!

[kekeiraa]

"I'll believe it all, I won't let go of your hand"

[chemenhoe]

Do you remember that i'm philitonio fan? I tried to draw fanskins with them, maybe i will do more sketches with these skins

[theprinceandthewitch]

I don't think I mentioned this... but in Ashes of Memory, Alice receives a letter from Orpheus addressed as "Eury Lamb"

Lamb is the last name of the man who adopted her and experimented on her. It also serves as a reference to Little Girl's "Source of Evil" cosmetic, which is lamb themed.

"Eury" is a reference to Eurydice. People have theorized "Eury Lamb" is the name her adoptive father, Villhelm Lamb gave to her to keep her true identity a secret. But that's not rlly relevant...

What is relevant is that this makes Orpheus' alias choice even MORE obvious he loves Alice... this mans got romantic interest in her...

People who use that adoption letter as proof that the writers want you to view their relationship as sibling-like are so cringe. That letter is literally the direct opposite of "sibling-like".

Folks missed the part called "context": Orpheus [who was 17 at the time] knew she was being abused at the orphanage and tried to get her out in the least stressful way possible... and he couldn't even adopt her to begin with because the orphanage thought it would be best for her to be taken in by a blood relative. Which was a lie, because they ended up giving her to Villhelm Lamb to be used as his lab rat.

Like idk man... the writers have made it so abundantly clear Orpheus doesn't see her as a sister. That One letter doesn't prove he sees her as a sibling because if they wanted to make them siblings... then.... they would have... ya know, made them siblings... but they don't because.... they're not siblings and they're writing a tragic romance LMAO.

As for Alice, in AoM she calls him a playmate... granted she doesn't know Orpheus and her playmate are the same person, but she remembers him as her friend and not her brother... because.... they were never adopted siblings...

But yeah It's so crazy to think Orpheus doesn't love her... I'm over here losing my mind at That Scene in AoM where Orpheus asks Alice if she could play a song for him on her father's favorite piano.

What gets me is that this scene shows how much Orpheus missed her. He buys everything her relatives sold off so he can rebuild the mansions' interior to how it was when they were children. He also goes out of his way to fix her father's favorite piano. The piano didn't just need fine tuning - it was straight up destroyed during the raid. It was a really, really expensive thing to repair. Even though Alice's father had other pianos, some of which could have survived the raid, he rebuilds the one which holds alot of sentimental value to her... LIKE???

REALLY... You guys really want me to think Orpheus did all this JUST out of a sense of guilt for unintentionally causing the raid? You are rlly gonna look me in the eyes and tell me Orpheus using "Orpheus" as his alias while addressing Alice as "Eury" is totally platonic?

Are u rlly gonna say that to me knowing this official artwork made Norton and Melly wear their Pluto and Proserpina/Persephone outfits while Frederick, Orpheus, and Alice are dressed normally? My brother in Christ... will you rlly look me in the eyes and tell me Orpheus [AND THE BIRDS] holding flowers is platonic symbolism...

THIS ISN'T EVEN SUBTLE LOOOOL

How much more evidence do people need that these two aren't siblings AND they're on a whole romantic journey together...

[abysswatchers420]

Cel question!! what does she do for halloween, if anything :3

told u it would take me months to answer this lol, BUT she's dressed as sexy black philip!!!!! (alt costume would be period accurate plague doctor). anyway, she goes to Church to party!!! (most underrated bar in night city) you wanna live deliciously?????

BONUS ive had this floating around in my head forever, cel and @seastarryclouds 's stardust

idve been looking for this comic for MONTHS its in my brain forever

[eve-lullabye]

Where the hunter is forced to dance

Based off IDV

Requested by anon

Miss Nightangle was told to arrange a ball/party by the owner of the mansion. It was a bit surprising since no one ever heard from whoever he is, but, nonetheless, the party was scheduled, prepared, and started all within a few days. Secretly, you thought something was fishy with how fast she prepared the party.

Yet, everyone dressed up and arrived to the designated venue. I mean, you all knew better than to go against the owner's words. But... it was really awkward. None of the hunters or the survivors wished to mingle with the other group, and the tension was so thick that one could hardly breathe.

You had done your best cleaning up the survivor's youngest member or your sister: Memory. She looked beautiful in her pale green dress, and her hair was pulled up into a basket with strands of curled hair framing her face.

You, on the other hand, had decided to wear your recently received costume. You wore a sleeveless chiton which reached your feet. It seemed like it was a two piece because the top which flowed freely was an off white color, but the dress, a light blue, was fastened by a cord around the waist. Your hair was pulled into a braid that hung down your back, while atop your head a circlet nestled.

You and Demi had a pair costume, and the two of you decided to match for the party.

Demi wore a gentle-pink one-piece chiton. Her sleeves were slit open and cuffed around her wrist in gold bands. The skirt was cut asymmetrically slightly above the knee line. Her curled hair bounced around her face as she jovially chattered with the other survivors.

You grabbed a glass of champagne and sipped the alcohol. Your eyes drifted over to the hunters who stood far away from your group. Your eyes fell on a peculiar hunter who had isolated himself completely. You had never seen him before in a match, so you walked over to Martha, tugging the sleeve of her dress.

"Who's that?" You whispered nodding at the hunter. Martha squinted, before frowning.

"I don't know," she answered before slowly smirking. "Why don't you find out?"

"What? I c-can't walk up to him!" You balked cheeks on fire.

"Why not?"

"He's a guy! I don't know how to talk to men!" You waved your free hand. Martha rolled her eyes.

"Demi!" At the call of her name, the barmaid stumbled over alcohol on her breath. "We need to get [Name] to talk to our new hunter."

Demi nodded and grabbed your hand, dragging her to the hunters. Martha trailed behind just in case the girl in the pink chiton collapsed. You tried to wrench your hand out of your friend's grip, but she was really strong. You shot a glance at Memory.

"We're family, right Memory?" You nervously laughed. Memory smiled and waved at you. Traitor.

All eyes were on you as you were pushed forward to the flame-haired hunter who sat behind the table fingers steeple together. As soon as he saw you approaching, his eyes widened, and he clutched his hand to his chest. It was then you realized that your and Demi's outfits matched his. He wore a loose dark grey tunic under a black toga.

Suddenly, you tripped on your chiton and grabbed the table, trying to stable yourself.

"Nice, first impression of a surv." It was so quiet you almost didn't hear it. You looked up and locked eyes with his golden ones.

"We match!" Yes. Great first words to a guy you found attractive and interesting. "Oh! Sorry, I'm [Name]." You stuck out your hand to shake. Behind you, you heard Philip snickered.

"Why does everyone think I want to shake hands with normies like them?" The deathly pale hunter sighed, rolling his eyes.

You, however, weren't giving up. When music began to play, you with whatever remaining confidence grabbed his hand and dragged him out to dance. He was clearly as shocked as you, and even his hair turned pink. It was awkward seemingly as neither of you could dance, but it was the bridge for the others.

Out of the corner your eye, you saw Demi grab the closest dude next to her, who happened to be Joseph, and stumble out onto the floor. Joseph's nose twitched in a bit of disgust as the girl messed up and bumped into him. He looked pleadingly at his friends who just waved and laughed.

You turned your attention back to the hunter in front of you.

"Say, you haven't told me your name," you demanded, and the blue-haired guy jumped back.

"Idia."

You thought for a moment before giving him a wide grin, "I love it."

You froze when he fainted.

[arachnitopia]

what'z ur favorite idv character ztory wize!!!

that is incredibly difficult!! as u know im an avid lore reader and thus have been compelled by nearly everyone,, i can only say with confidence that there's two characters i DISLIKE, them being philip and kreature. but everyone else i like a lot!!!

however i think ive gotten the most attached to violetta and her story! she was born into a terrible family they treated her like horrible rotten trash for her disability, and yet she remained optimistic and sweet. she was sent off to a circus in which she was a laughingstock, again, for her disability. and yet she remained optimistic and sweet. even when she arrived at the hullabaloo and was promptly mistreated, she had the resolve to make the best of her situation. violetta remained optimistic and sweet.

even as a hunter, she chose to be friendly and merciful towards her peers. she must have been recruited to the manor because the hosts believed she would have carried some hate or need to take her poor upbringing out on others, but she didn't. violetta has every right to be angry at the world, and yet she proves to be the sweetest character in idv.

and this is what makes her so compelling, this is why violetta is such an interesting character. especially when very few other characters can be modelled as entirely innocent. their actions may be justified depending on who they are, but in comparison to violetta their lives have had more light and their actions have been far more evil and harmful. this duality really shines in the fact that violetta is directly connected to joker, someone who lead a very similar life being mistreated and cast out as a laughingstock due to his disability. however unlike violetta, joker acted with the expected hate and disdain towards the world that he deserved to have.

overall, violetta is an incredibly strong and patient character who deserves the world and more, especially when surrounded by characters who pale in comparison to her goodness.

[amebelladonna]

I like how the French ppl in IDV aren't even really French in some ways

Joseph moved to England as a child and pretty much stayed there growing up.

Mary's born Austrian.

Galatea's name is Greek (tbh, it caught a lot of ppl off guard that she's even french tbh, nothing mentioned it right until her deductions came out)

Vera is probs the only exception to this. (Girl looks way too French)

There's also Philip, and while we have yet to determine his origins, I think it's safe to assume that he's French for the meantime, based on his trailer (although the person he's seemingly based upon was Swiss.)

In conclusion, Baguette Mary jokes aren't funny unless it's Stageplay Mary /j

[karrokake]

Ah shoot! I forgot to post this, well here it is now!

[twist-of-art]

When the losing streak won't stop, yet you're again on the way to get your entire being clapped like..

[Music used: "Hey" - Fais ft. Afrojack]

[idv-hc-center]

Yandere Philippe x reader hcs

Guess who wrote yandere Philippe hcs bc idk i felt like it

also i have no idea whether you spell it Phillip or Philip

warnings: yandere behavior, mention of kidnaping and murder, mention of the lost of the loved one, manipulation

Philippe would be one of the most dangerous yanderes in the manor

Probably even more dangerous than Wu chang

Yes, he would be extremely loving and affectionate, but he wouldn't stop himself from using every method to make you, his

First, he would begin to manipulate you, saying how others could easily hurt you and you are safe only when he is nearby

Though in his mind, it wouldn't be really a manipulation. He would genuinely believe that

Every person that wanted to take you away would be on the same level as a criminal who could hurt you

and he couldn't let that happen

Philip would be more concerned about others hurting you than trying to steal you away

Well, of course, he would be furious if he learned someone had fallen for you and actively tries to take you away

but still, the first thing he would be worried about is that they will for sure hurt you

Jealousy is in the second place for him

He would hundred percent kidnap you to "keep you safe"

The world outside is so dangerous, and he already lost someone so close to him

He can't let that happen again

He would guilt trip you pointing at his sister

"See! I've already made one mistake, so don't let me do another one and stay with me."

"Look what happened to her! I can't let that happen to you too."

Sometimes you swore he looked like he was about to cry

Although you wouldn't be ever sure if it was genuine or another manipulation tactic

Even if you accepted his feelings without him needing to kidnap you or manipulate you, he would still become obsessed with you and would find any reason to kidnap you

"Other will only hurt you. You are only safe with me."

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm just making sure I won't do the same mistake again."

He would surely kill for you

He sees anyone that threatens his relationship with you as a wolf who could hurt his innocent lamb

and he would do anything to stop that from happening

I see him doing a mold of their deceased face to show you, in hopes, you would be proud of him for keeping you safe

"See? I took care of them! Now they won't be a problem, darling."

Whenever you would cry, he would try to calm you down with kisses and loving words saying he only wants your safety

If you tried to run away, he would beg you not to do that ever again

"You need to understand how dangerous are people out there! I saw them! I studied them! You should listen to me!"

He actually wouldn't be able to hurt you in a physical way. He can't be on the same level as those wolves he is trying to protect you from

but if you were good and wouldn't try to escape, he would shower you with affection and love

Finally, you understand him and that he has only good intentions!

He knew you would understand!

Now you can be happily ever after

[otakusparkle]

Identity V Chinese Birthday Illustration 2023 (Hunter) Part 2

Survivor 1 2 3 4

Hunter 1

Hunter & Survivor

[theunconcernedembalmer]

Philip bingo?

remember when everyone thought ada and emil were siblings while philipe had his lover on his shoulder and then idv flipped all that and tl dr i disliked that

[chemenhoe]

So so, i want to ask, what do you think about ship... Antonio x Philip? Phitonio, HEHE. Just i'm writing fanfic about them and want end art with them. Maybe you will see final result

[nymphaeasage]

"The wax has been heated, the model has waited long enough." 🕯️ 

📸: @aoiasahinas 

[waxxingpoetics]

Catalyst.

cat·a·lyst /ˈkad(ə)ləst/

noun a substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself undergoing any permanent chemical change. "chlorine acts as a catalyst promoting the breakdown of ozone" a person or thing that precipitates an event. "the governor's speech acted as a catalyst for debate"

The strings of cooling wax pull at their newly joined frame, and across from their view is what once held the corpse of her delicate frame; he committed to his words, and by giving his life, they both yet live as one.

A smile like sunshine, and eyes to warm the cold from one's heart; what motive would drive someone to take a person like that out of this already cruel world?

If he hadn't left her, maybe then he could have done something, anything- or if he invited her to travel with him, she wouldn't have been able to dedicate herself to the art, but she would have been safe. She could have been safe.

Though he wasn't as knowledgeable on Alchemic research, their late father left more than a few simple books of his private research behind; an unlicensed doctor, though he'd simply call himself a man-with-a-few-tricks-up-his-sleeves. Saying so could only keep him out of trouble for so long.

He'll never be able to live to become what their mother would have wanted for them, that much is obvious to him.

The weight of his choices that led to this - to her end - how peaceful she looked, but knowing she endured more pain in death. Whether she found peace, or her killer decided to change her expression, he'll never truly know. All he's known is his own selfish convictions that, as much as he'd have argued back then could save lives, he's realized it will only continue to take lives.

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As she lies there in the center, she can feel the burning erupt from her chest like the butterflies she'd get as a child; she could breathe back then, but any attempt to breathe now felt hollowed from her dull lungs. There is a taste of blood rushing down her tongue and throat, and a familiar hum reaches her ears, and a familiar hand pets her cheek.

"Did you bite your tongue again, Marie? Poor thing," the voice of her mother like a low cooing as she runs fingers through her hair, "We'll get you something cold to drink on the way home, alright? Your brother should be getting off the train with your Uncle any minute now."

The butterflies in her chest... It’s because she’s excited to see her brother. That must be it, right?

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Whatever it was latched to his throat, gulping and lapping at his throat, drinking the life from him - though it was using his sister's body - it wasn't her. He knew that when arranging the circle it wouldn't be her, but maybe - just maybe - it could be.

He'd use himself as a catalyst to give her that chance to live again. To find the culprits who wronged her and know they will meet a swift justice.

The whistling of a steam train lulls him into the darkness.

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"Pip, my boy! You look well, your mother and sister are waiting, where's your luggage?" A rough pat on the back as his gaze greets his Uncle’s, though he looked younger than when he last saw him. "Uncle?" He nearly hugs the man, but the sharp sting on his neck reminds him something's wrong. He's here for something else, but he's starting to struggle to remember. It would be easier to give up, wouldn't it?

"What's 'at goin' on with your neck, son?" He didn't feel his Uncle's hand touch his neck, but the glove he's wearing is covered in blood, and they're both alarmed.

The creature that had been drinking him down in reality shrieked in horror, only to be muffled by the gargling and coughing of wax pouring from its throat. It sounded so far away now.

His mother and sister are here too? They could all go home? Was everything else just a fading nightmare?

If that were the case, then.. He wants that terribly.

And just as he thinks to reach for his Uncle's hand, it's instead taken by a stranger. A woman presumably of age with dark hair and green eyes just like his.

The grip on his hand she has hurts, and he thinks to fight back, but when their eyes meet, he remembers a face he’s not properly met.

"Pip!"

Their family sounds so far away too now, but he recognizes the woman before him, even as her youth tries to run up behind her. When they were younger, things were so much simpler. Happier. The carefree smile, like sunlight, so very unlike the callous sneer her burnt face at her time of passing offers now.

"Do you realize what you've done, Phillipe?" the woman's voice a harsh whisper, "Even now you're so selfish- I was fine, but you had to pull me back out."

The scenery around them feels as though it's fading, and instead of gripping his hand, she's got both hands on his throat, "I couldn't stand that you were alone when you left too. So, fine. Have it your way, but we have to be quick. They don't have extra tickets for where we're going, and if you bleed out, there will be nothing left for us to return to both ways."

And like that, the train station scenery returns, and just as the ghost of their Uncle tries to stop them, they're running off, hopping into an elevator to escape.

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"How far does the elevator go, uhh.. Down? Up?" Phillipe's gaze is pensive, watching as the scenery changes multi-directional up, down, side to side, but there's not necessarily a sense of gravity to indicate whether they genuinely going one direct or another.

"Forever," his sister replies simply, and he echoes it with shock, but she doesn't say anything in reassurance. Her voice is even and colder than he's ever heard it, even moreso when she speaks again, "By the way, you won't need that where we're going."

Of course, he blinks dumbly, "... Won't need what?"

"Our childhood. It will do nothing for what we're about to do, and it's bothering me you're clinging to it."

Only then does he realize that he's shorter than usual, and he's wearing the boys' school uniform and a knitted jumper.

"I.. I don't know what you mean. I don't know how to let that go."

She grimaces at his answer, "Fine... If you're going this far, I guess you might as well take it with you, but if it drags us down, I'll rip it from you myself."

He knows she has every right to be enraged, particularly with him too, but her fury is so much more than he recalls her ever being. She always cried when she was angry, but there are no tears now.

Has he underestimated her? Or have her scars changed her even in death?

The rest of their trip on the elevator is silent.

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Finally reaching their destination, the two arrive upon the same train station scene, but their parents no longer in sight.

"It should be safe to board a train now," his sister leads the way, holding the car door open for her brother who tentatively considers for, only a moment, running from her and going back to that dream.

"I wanted to stay too," her voices slices through his thoughts as if she knows exactly what he's thinking, "but.. I can't be her anymore, as much as I wish I could be. This place is just eternity, neither heaven nor hell, and though I have only been deceased for a short while, I feel like I have lived as many fulfilling lifetimes as I can here."

And as she speaks, he's watching the burnt scars on her face recede for a moment, but it returns in an instance.

And he can't help but feel selfish in this endeavour.

But to stop here-

"There's no turning back the moment you set foot on this train, Phillipe, but your body won't survive much longer either. I need you to tell me right now that this is really what you want. I've made my choice, but I can't get on this train with you unless I know for absolute certainty that you have no regrets."

To stop here would be even more selfish; even if he's burnt out and hollowed, "I feel.. Ashamed. Incredibly selfish- you've said it twice now that you had left me alone, but I'm the one who left you behind, on your own, Marie. I'm the one who did that to you. If you say you've made your choice, then to turn around on you now, I... I can't do that. Not again."

He steps onto the train, and holds out a hand, "Watch your step when boarding the train, miss." She scoffs, but follows suit, hand in his.

"Good sir gentleman, you are too kind," she says in a delicate tone, but the force of her hands when she shoves him aside to get ahead of him is enough to startle him. But at least he recognized her as his sister in that moment.

Behaviour like that made it hard for her to find anyone suitable to stand next to her as a partner, and just the same for him. It was difficult to find a woman who could speak their minds like his mother, like his sister.

She can still be herself.

But can he say he's still himself?

"This one's free of people, come on."

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"... You know, I'm surprised I haven't seen anyone come 'round askin' to see tickets- I know this train isn't really, uhh... It's not a conventional train, but I was expecting we'd have to hide until they passed us or something."

The unimpressed look on his sister's face is enough to shut him up, but she grumbles, "You're right, but I already have that covered."

"You do?"

"Yea, they only ask about tickets if unauthorized passengers have boarded, but it doesn't seem like any have- which is surprising, there are plenty of nefarious entities that will sneak aboard the trains to escape one direction or another."

"Happens regularly?"

He's too busy looking out the window into a fogged over scenery; places he sometimes thinks he recognizes, and others that delight the senses.

"Phillipe," her voice is shaken when she speaks, pulling his gaze from the window only to notice that, right next to her is-

Well, it's herself, but in her youth. The very same one he briefly saw at the train station.

Before he has a chance to process what's happening, or ask why her youth has suddenly appeared on the train, seated neatly next to her, he's met with the horror of watching her grab herself by the throat and pin her to the seat.

"No! How dare you," she reels back a fist, "I left you there! I left you there for your own safety, I left you!" He can't recognize her in her fury anymore, lunging forward to take the blow instead.

"Phillipe, get out of the way!"

"No."

"Phillipe, I said move!"

"Only if you let her go-... I'm not going to let you do this, I don't know what's happening, but I can't let you do this to yourself!"

"This has nothing to do with you!"

"What's happened to you? Why can't I recognize my sister?"

She punches him again.

"I wasn't there, I know, I can't change that, but I'm here now! I won't imagine what you've gone through, but I want to be here for you! Even if it's selfish- I realize everything I've done since arriving here has been selfish, but please-!"

That one actually hurt, she may have even fractured his jaw, but the adrenaline has numbed him

"Why are you so angry right now??"

"You could never understand!"

"Tell me, and let me try!"

"I.." Her voice breaks, "I don't want to!" The grip on her youth loosens, retreating from the both of them to curl in on herself in the booth corner, "I can never have it back, Phillipe. She is everything good, and I want that part of me to be able to... I don't know- I don't know," she's coming undone, reduced to sobs.

He turns his attention to her youth instead, who is also balled up, sobbing, ".. You're both crying, and I still don't get it, but... Marie, I don't know why you tried to leave her behind, but, well...

"Actually, I think I do get it, just a little bit. Self-preservation of a sort. If you had to go back into that ugly world, the very same world that killed you, the very same ugly world where you were left on your own, you...

"You'd want to cut the part of you that felt good in life from experiencing hurt ever again."

Gingerly at first, he reaches for her, and holds her close.

"Getting over trauma doesn't happen over night, but I promise I'm not going anywhere. And I'll be here with every step you take the same way you'll be with me every step I take. Together."

The sobbing coming from behind him ends, leaving his sister's sobs to remain the only noise among his shushing.

She starts to hum the familiar tune their mother sang to them until they fell asleep, and he joins to harmonize.

"Passengers are recommended to remain seated in their booths as we head into the mountains."

The both of them continue humming in the dark of the mountain tunnel, until it's one voice.

The lighting returns, and seated there with burn scars is a lone figure resembling both of the siblings one way or another.

"Ticket please?" A coach attendant stands at their booth door, and without missing a beat, they remove the single ticket from a pocket.

"Looks good. Yers is the next to go, but don't feel shy about headin' off early."

"Early?"

"Aye, I mean... There's no real stops on 'ere, mate, ye' leave when ye've got yerself sorted. S'a bit confusin' affirst, but don' go worryin' yer head over it. S'not like ye'll be here much longer."

"Oh..." They blink a bit dumbly.

"Anywhat'sits, thank ye' fer ridin' the Ferry with us today. Good luck out there. I think ye'll be needin' it."

And just like that, they wake up in the room the original ritual took place in, sickly and worn out from the blood loss.

The strings of cooling wax pull at their newly joined frame, and across from their view is what once held the corpse of her delicate frame; he committed to his words, and by giving his life, they both yet live as one.