#lyfraspiral

[lyfrasilly-edda]

Hello Lyf, Bertie is ready to head home to his dimension. We're getting a bag ready for him and will be entering the Distortion shortly.

-Lyfraspiral

@ashesarchives

Got it, I’ll be there. Marius and Raphaella will be accompanying me as… you used the word anchors, right? They’ll both be with me. If you could, let him know we’ll be stopping in my dimension briefly, and that Tim and Jonny want to… give him well wishes, if he’d like to talk with them.

[ashesarchives]

Bertie wakes up, and it's daylight outside. He wakes up, and he feels whole, and he feels alive, and he nearly cries at the realization of that.

He wakes up, and there are noises in the kitchen, but he lets himself take in the silence for a moment. He's used to silence, after all, used to letting it fill him and swallow him whole.

But not today. Today, the silence is momentary, and then it will be gone once again.

He wonders, as he gets dressed again, if he'll get a hug again today. That. . . that might be nice. He was hugged more yesterday than he has been in a very long time. Why not start a trend?

He's alive. Might as well live, right?

( @lyfrassireddatsct )

Lyf smiles as they see Bertie, this may not be their Bertie, but he is still a version of the man they loved, a version who lives and deserves all the kindness they can give while they're able to give it.

"Good morning Bertie. Please tell me you have an opinion on coffee that's better than Tim's."

"My coffee is not that bad."

"Yes, yes it is, Darling. It really is horrible."

[severallyfrassireddas]

Sleep status check in, everyone.

Like I said. I slept last night, good 9 hours.

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Sleep? Slept for a bit. Will sleep more when Ivy comes home. Do hallways need sleep?

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I slept...I don't know how long ago because time on the Aurora is Weird but likely less than a day ago.

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(Lyfralesbian is still unconscious. Does it count as sleep if Nastya knocked them out via hitting them with a wrench?)

[ashesarchives]

Come, inside you go.

We can speak as we walk through the halls if you wish. Time here is. Strange.

I will ensure we get to my home, come, stay by me.

There is the creak of a door opening, a door that should not have been there. A blue door that was never always there.

"Hello, I'm looking for Marius."

(@ashesarchives )

Marius looks up, aiming for a smile and probably failing. His thoughts are still focused elsewhere. “Hi there,” he says. “I’m— right here.”

He looks rough. Like he’s not slept particularly well in weeks, and he’s been through hell before that. There’s still healing marks on his arms and his side, and he’s walking with a slight limp.

His hair’s grown out, too. There’s a single braid in it, tied off with an oddly shimmery ribbon.

[the-voidlingg]

Distortion Lyf AKA Lyfraspiral from @astralsyst3m's fic The Mechanisms Archives!!! They're very silly and as soon as I heard their description I had to draw them.

close up + bonuses under cut

[mechs-rp-confessions]

Ah! On the Marius names I believe ours should be Frog, or something frog related.

He is very frogshaped.

Hm. Maybe we should add a way to know who has said this?

Yes.

-Ivy and Lyfraspiral, mortal "mechanisms"

:)

[roymctexastsct]

Michael and Lyfraspiral already talked! Don’t worry :]

Also that Lyf is kind of going insane right now because they lost one of their anchors but its fiiiiiiiine

That's--

I don't know how I can help them. Lyf. Any.

Losing an anchor hurts like that?

[ashesarchives]

Stell?

Bertie?

Lyfrassir. Do not wander without holding onto us.

(Tentacles wrap around Jonny and Tim, an extra snakes out for Ulysses to hold. Ulysses looks determined as he steps with them.)

Bertie?

A wonderful deal made, Lyfrassir.

Of course.

Go on now.

(Lyfrassir opens the door that as webs where it should not. Jonny, Tim and Ulysses stepped in behind them, bringing them to the halls and in through another door, this time of decaying webs.)

Hello? Lyfrassir? Bertie?

(@ashesarchives )

Hello?

Lyf walks through the quiet. It's turned to snow, a little while ago. Quiet and muffled.

Hello, can you hear me?

Bertie frowns. He hears a little further.

This way, he cautions. Something's following.

[ashesarchives]

so. uh. hell.

counterparts. i. i heard the jonny over here wasn't bad at cooking. and its been. its been a few centuries since ive been on a picnic.

any. any simple ideas for picnicky foods that bertie might like?

id aim for nostalgia but. no. last time there was a casserole he wasnt a fan of. i. TS contributed there. so. mystery meats, moon war. you get the picture.

he wants this. a lot. and im not going to fucking mess it up by burning something or whatever.

-- jonny @altmechstsct

Picnic?

Simple.

Yes, I did see that he said simple.

You don't do simple.

I can.

Mhm.

Well soup's always good, if you've got a thermos to keep it warm. Salad, of course. Sandwiches are the best for a picnic, they're nice and simple. Then there's the matter of side dishes-

Simple.

Yes, a soup, a salad, a main dish, side dish, bread, desert. Simple.

...Sure.

If you can keep it warm you can't go wrong with mac and cheese.

I'll skip the bread since well, sandwiches, and you don't need a desert, but you can't go wrong with some fruit or cookies.

Simple.

Yes. Simple.

I don't think you know the meaning of simple.

[ashesarchives]

When Ivy woke up, it wasn’t to the familiar sounds of Raphaella, busy in her lab. There was no smell of blood, almost overwhelmed by the scent of chemicsls.

No, the first thing she realized was that the workd was not even. Reality was not even. Everything swam and shifted and shredded her mind, like reality was a piece of laminated paper being wobbled.

The second thing she realized was that she was nestled in, cuddling with two forms that almost felt familiar, but weren’t.

Her eyes snapped open. On one of her sides, Marius was clinging to her arm, drooling slightly- but he wasn’t her Marius. His arm was flesh, his clothing completely alien. On her other, someone she might’ve thought was Lyf nuzzled into her, but their smile was too wide, too twisting, bones out of place under their flesh.

Practically on instinct, she kicked her feet out, pushing the two away from her. She tried to reach for her knife, but it wasn’t there, so instead she clenched her hands into fists.

“Who are you two.” She snarled. The halls were making her head fuzzy, mind slipping away and out of her grasp. She needed out.

- @lyfrasilly-edda

Lyfrassir felt Ivy's confusion edging on fear, Marius' fear and confusion along it. They pulled Marius closer to their side and cocked their head at Ivy. What was wrong? Why didn't she know who they were?

"Ivy? It's me, Lyfrassir and Marius. Ivy? Close your eyes for fucks sake, the Distortion isn't meant for the Beholding! You know this! You're going to drive yourself insane."

Marius tentatively reached his hand out towards Ivy, confusion and concern lacing his words.

"Ivy? Are you alright? Lyf, maybe we should get out of the Distortion if it's messing with Ivy's head."

Lyfrassir nodded, standing with Marius in their tentacles, reaching an arm out for Ivy.

"Come on Love, we'll get you out of the halls."

[ashesarchives]

Spiral?

Do you still remember me?

-- Remembered @lyfrassireddatsct

Of course I do.

I don't forget, that isn't what I do. I remember you. There isn't a portrait for you in my halls, but a portrait is not needed. I would not forget you.

[ashesarchives]

Michael? Michael Shelley?

I know him, here. He's kind.

I'm sure he as the Distortion is not that horrid. Not when mine was Odin. Not when mine-

Nevermind that.

I wouldn't mind a friendly face in my corridors. It would be fun to see how different they are, our halls.

The person who spoke to you a moment ago isn't bothering you are they?

I may not be the best with dimensions but if I can unravel one Distortion I can unravel another.

-Lyfrassir Edda, The Distortion "Lyfraspiral" (@ashesarchives )

O̵h̸,̵ ̸a̸n̴o̸t̸h̶e̴r̷ ̶d̷i̵m̵e̵n̵s̴i̵o̸n̶'̴s̸ ̶L̶y̷f��r̴a̸s̵s̶i̵r̶ ̵B̸e̴c̴a̵m̵e̸?̷ ̸W̷h̴a̵t̵ ̴l̴i̴m̴i̴t̶s̶ ̴a̸ ̸d̷i̸m̸e̶n̸s̸i̶o̸n̵ ̵h̵a̶s̵,̸ ̶t̶r̸u̷l̴y̷.̶ ̵.̶ ̷.̶ ̶

michael.

I̸ ̸w̶o̷u̵l̷d̶ ̶n̵o̶t̶ ̷c̸a̷u̴s̷e̷ ̷p̷e̸r̴m̶a̴n̶e̶n̴t̶ ̴h̷a̴r̴m̴ ̷t̶o̵ ̸e̶i̴t̴h̸e̶r̷ ̶E̶d̸d̸a̷ ̴h̷e̴r̷e̸.̴ ̴

yeah thats. that might be right? but. see my lyf went by michael for a little bit for a disguise thing before knowing that the distortion-- existed? weird coincidence apparently

a̷ ̵d̶e̸l̶i̶g̷h̴t̶f̵u̸l̴ ̸s̸u̵r̴p̷r̵i̴s̶e̴

and he decided that they were basically his little sibling now? which meant i was by. transitive property or whatever.

A̵n̷d̷ ̷n̶o̵w̶ ̸I̷ ̷f̵i̷n̴d̶ ̶a̵ ̶L̶y̴f̸r̸a̷s̸s̸i̵r̸ ̵t̷h̴a̷t̸ ̸b̷e̶c̸a̷m̴e̶ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̴D̷i̵s̶t̴o̷r̸t̴i̸o̷n̷ ̴i̸t̴s̸e̷l̸f̵.̷ ̶C̶e̵r̸t̵a̴i̶n̵l̵y̷,̴ ̷o̸t̴h̵e̶r̸ ̸d̶i̶m̴e̶n̸s̴i̸o̸n̷s̸ ̵h̴o̷l̷d̸.̵ ̴.̸ ̴.̵ ̴s̵u̴r̶p̵r̷i̵s��e̶s̴.̴

if he shows up in your corridors or whatever and bugs you im so sorry

[ashesarchives]

Checking in again. Just wanted to say— well. Feeling a bit better than earlier. And I’ve talked with people a bit.

Including my world’s Lyf, actually? They’re more a cat than an octopus. If that makes sense. They seem. . . nice.

And. . . hm. Jonny said he’s going to try to do the picnic. And Tim and I talked a little. Around the flowers thing.

Hope you all are doing well?

— Bertie @altmechstsct

Glad that ya are doin better.

!!!

You met your Lyf! Friends?

I'm glad you're gonna get ya picnic.

We're doin alright, the alternate Ivy that's been bodyswapped is set on goin to the archives today. Gonna play bodyguard.

I come with.

No. You stay here with Tim. Away from the Beholding.

Mmmmmm Fine. I keep Marius?

Marius has to go to work, you get Tim.

Hm. Fine.

[ashesarchives]

okay this is being transcribed by the Marius you met that one time. hi!

Stell was wanting to know if there was anything you would suggest over the next few days for helping Bertie out. also if you lot needed anything.

and this world’s lyf— Lyf’s trying to ask like three different questions about alternate worlds at once. ill redirect them to someone else I think. they’re a bit new to this—

oh you’ve talked with a lyf before? that sounds like. right, okay.

they say hi.

— @doctorbarontsct

Hello. Questions are-

Lyfrassir!

Mar, lay on top of them.

Time to squish.

Apologies, Marius. It is lovely to speak with you again. Lyfrassir did something stupid and allowed an alternate Raphaella to take one of their Anchor Portraits out of the halls and to her dimension. They are not in the most stable form at the moment.

My advice to help Bertie is to attempt to keep the environment as calm as possible. As tempting as it likely is, don't injure either Jonny or Tim if Bertie is there to see it, not until he settles in.

Get to know him slowly. I showed him embarrassing photos I have of Tim and Jonny, that seemed to help.

What I need at the moment is for Ivy to get home faster.

I can answer questions of our universe that Lyf may have. I am well used to Eye Avatars, I think I can handle a curious Lyf.

Too many answers can drive one insane though too little may-

[lyfrasilly-edda]

How. How is Marius?

-Lyfraspiral ( @ashesarchives )

He’s. Stell is dead. They got shot in the head. I didn’t.

I told him they’d survive. And

If I’d gotten him there sooner, they could’ve survived

[ashesarchives]

Would you like a tiny fluffy raccoon?

Pocket Jonny.

Yes. Good.

Sweetheart, Marius is still human. Is it safe for him in here?

Mine. Safe.

If you insist.