#mousse atlas ikerev

[75yearsintime]

thinking about him.

[theotomeasexual]

posting otome boys that are the same height as me (5’7”) everyday

special edition!!! suitors SHORTER than me

day 8: mousse atlas (ikerev) (5’5” + proof)

[ragyragd0ll]

That's it, I'm writing their routes myself.

And I'm posting them on my Tumblr. And I'm talking about writing both wonderland routes, and looking grass routes. For every single character that doesn't have a completed route for either.

If any of y'all got screenshots of limited time event stories, even if it's just a single line of dialogue, no matter how trivial that piece of dialogue looks, gimme it please. I want the best possible understanding of each character before I begin.

[ikemen-cum-blog]

My various rooms and such (still working through the prologue on IkéSen)

[ciaossu-imagines]

IKEMEN REVOLUTION MASTERLIST

Edgar Bright

Fluff headcanons

Assorted headcanons

Fenrir Godspeed

Assorted headcanons

Assorted headcanons

NSFW headcanons

Friendship with Ray

The stupidest thing he's ever done

Does he play sports & something he and his parents disagree about

Friendship with Ray

Harr Silver

Smut headcanons

His fears & if he believes in marriage

Jonah Clemence

Favourite holiday dish

Assorted headcanons

Kyle Ash

Luka Clemence

Mousse Atlas

Zero

Sirius Oswald

With a love interest who feels fat drabble

Why he could punch you and you'd thank him

[solacedeer]

[midwinterrmemento]

Hypothetically, what if I had some ideas for a fanmade Mousse route

[ikemen-obssessed]

HEY MY PRECIOUS SQUISHY CUTIE PIE FACE WHO I LOB SO MUCH PLS MARRY ME AND JUST LET ME STARE AT YOU FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES <33

[solacedeer]

randomly thought about this

mm, cheese…

[ikeromantic]

Alice in College pt3

An IkeRev Central characters AU! Written for my IkeRev 1K Celebration, a boarding school AU was the poll winner. Approx. 2800 words. 3/6

Part 1 Part 2

Alice was late. She’d slept right through her alarm, and woken up to unfamiliar sounds. Her dorm neighbors moving around in their rooms, the odd creaks and groans of the old building, and strange birds chirping outside her window. Alice dressed in record time and hurried to Mousse’s office. 

She skidded to a stop at the door and took a breath, preparing her excuses. Only, when she looked in, Mousse had his head resting on an open book. His eyes were closed and his breath was shallow and steady. Was he? Definitely. He was sleeping. 

For a moment, Alice held her breath. Stay and wake him, she thought, or go and hope she wouldn’t be in trouble. Before she could decide though, Mousse inhaled sharply. His long, dark lashes fluttered open.

His gentle green gaze was warm and sleepy, and unexpectedly intimate. Mousse smiled at Alice as he sat up and took a long stretch. 

She couldn’t help but notice the way his shirt came a little untucked, giving her a momentary view of his firm abdomen, the slight v of his pelvis just above his belt buckle, and a shadow that might have been the start of a happy trail . . . Her head snapped up as his arms lowered, and her cheeks went hot. Let’s hope he didn’t notice me staring, she thought. Bad enough to be late, worse to start ogling a - was he a teacher? 

Mousse stood, tucking his shirt back in gracefully. Not that it would have mattered. Standing, his vest grazed his hip, just below the belt line, covering the view. 

Nothing to see here, folks, Alice thought, and almost giggled out loud. 

“You have the most beautiful smile.” He held out his hand. “I’m Mousse Atlas. Upper classman and teaching assistant for our diplomacy and culture program.”

Alice reached to shake his hand and was surprised when he pulled it to his lips instead. His touch was light as a whisker. The barest brush of satin and warmth and then her hand was her own again.   

Mousse didn’t seem to notice his effect on her at all. He gestured a student’s desk across from him. “Dean told me what happened. I have to say, you don’t seem the type. But this detention is a good opportunity to give you extra time to catch up on cultural studies.”

“Oh? Yes. Ok.” Alice finally found her voice, much good it did her. She looked at the stack of books set on the desk and swallowed. That was . . . a lot. “That - that’s all for me?”

“Don’t worry. It only took me a moment to put together.”

Which hadn’t been her worry at all, but she nodded and managed a breathless ‘thanks’. Alice sat down and reached for the book at the top of the stack. “Guess I’ll just get started?”

Mousse gave her an encouraging smile. “I think you’ll find diplomacy a fascinating topic. And I’m right here if you have any questions as you read.” 

He looked so cheery about it that Alice found herself smiling back at him as if she were really excited to be tackling a giant stack of text books. But honestly, she was glad to be spending time with Mousse. He was cute and seemed nice. Less strict than Dean too.

Alice started the book. She was surprised to find it wasn’t a dry, academic text but rather a biographical with an interesting narrative. When she looked up again, she was twenty pages in and Mousse was snoring softly. He’d fallen asleep again with his head resting on an open book, the edges of a map visible along the edges of his tousled hair. 

“Finally.” A loud whisper from the doorway drew her attention. Loki was crouched there, a playful smile at the edges of his lips. He beckoned her over.

“I’m in detention,” she whispered back. 

Loki rolled his eyes. “Come on. He’s not gonna notice.” When she didn’t stand, he held out a hand to her. “You don’t really want to sit here and read books all morning do you?”

For half a heartbeat, Alice felt torn between doing what she was supposed to, and following Loki into whatever strange adventure he had planned. But it really wasn’t much of a contest. She apologized silently to Mousse as she crept out of the room. 

“Don’t you dare vanish us to another balcony, or I swear-”

“I won’t,” he gave her an unrepentant grin. Then he took her hand and led her quickly away from Mousse’s classroom. 

Alice thought he might be taking her to the dining room. The smell of fragrant hot tea and something sweet wafted through the hallway and her tummy gave a little grumble. She hoped Loki hadn’t noticed, but one glance at him told her he definitely had. 

“Sounds like I rescued you right in time.”

“I was going to get breakfast before my first class, even if you didn’t show up. So you didn’t really rescue me,” she retorted, feeling embarrassed and a little defensive. His lips turned down in a little pout that was so ridiculous and adorable that she couldn’t stay mad. “Fine. Fine. You rescued me. Thanks.”

The resulting grin lit up his face. “I’ll collect my reward later.”

Alice raised an eyebrow. “What reward?”

Loki’s eyes narrowed and his thumb stroked the back of her hand. “A kiss, of course. As a thanks for rescuing you.”

“Absolutely not.” She pulled her hand free of his. 

There was a flash of hurt in his gaze at the rejection, but then he started laughing. “It’s a joke! You are so serious, aren’t you? I’ll have to work harder to lighten you up!”

Alice wasn’t sure she’d seen anything in his expression but mirth. He was hard to read, and his moods seemed to pass like summer storms. “Ehm. Ok. Well. It wasn’t a funny joke. I don’t just go around kissing people, and I don’t like being told I have to as a reward.”

Loki let out a sigh and rubbed his belly. “Ah, you made me laugh so hard I hurt. Come on. And stop frowning or you’ll frighten Harr!” He opened a nearby door and waved her inside.

She did stop frowning, though not because of anything he said. Instead of a dining room, the space beyond was some sort of mad scientist lab crossed with a decadent tea party. Oliver, the grumpy child, sat on a stool with a cup of tea in hand. Harr sat behind a counter of glass beakers and trays of toast and pancakes, holding a small plate, a forkful of food halfway to his mouth. Blanc leaned against a windowsill, smiling as he glanced over at her. 

“Look who the cat dragged in.” Oliver sighed as if this put him out very much.

“I didn’t drag her,” Loki stepped in behind Alice and shut the door. “She volunteered!”

“That makes a difference,” snorted Oliver, sounding very much as if it didn’t. 

Harr set down his plate and fork. “Welcome to our little breakfast club, Alice. Would you like a cup of tea?”

“She’s starving,” Loki replied, loudly. 

Alice felt heat rise to her cheeks. “I - I’m not starving. I just skipped breakfast to go to detention and-”

“Detention already?” Blanc tsked. “What happened?”

She didn’t want to tell this group what she’d seen in Amon and Dalim’s secret laboratory so she gave them the same version she had given Dean. Alice wasn’t sure if they believed her or not, but they didn’t question her story.

“Dean can be very strict,” Harr said, his voice so soft she almost couldn’t hear him. Especially over Loki, who was sharing how Dean had once assigned him a 100 page essay as punishment for skipping class. 

Blanc handed her a cup of tea, and surprisingly, Oliver pulled a chair over for her. In no time at all, Alice was enjoying breakfast and listening to the others chatter. It was a lot more fun than reading in silence while Mousse slept at his desk.

“So, what is this room? A study hall or practice lab or something?” She spoke up during a lull in conversation, curious about why they’d chosen this spot to have their breakfast.

“It’s our secret laboratory,” Loki replied, his cheshire grin wide and mysterious. 

Oliver rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell her that. It’s not secret.”

“It’s a study room reserved for upperclassmen,” Harr told her, giving the other two a frown. “Oliver and I are using it for our senior project.” 

Alice’s eyes went wide. “The little kid is a senior?”

Blanc covered his smile with a delicate gloved hand, while Loki just laughed aloud. Harr looked as if he wasn’t certain how to reply, but he didn’t have to worry over it long.

“I’m not a kid. And I’m not little.” Oliver glared at her. “Get that through your thick skull.”

Rude, Alice thought, but she nodded. No one else seemed inclined to argue. “So, umm, what is your senior project?”

“That is a secret,” Oliver said just as Loki spoke up.

“We’re making a better magic crystal.” He fiddled with the cat-ear of his hoodie. “But don’t tell anyone, ok?”

Harr let out a breath and thumped Loki in the back of the head. “You aren’t supposed to just share that with anyone.”

“Alice isn’t just anyone. She’s my friend! And she won’t tell.” He turned his bright gaze toward her, intense crimson and gold flaring in their depths. “Right, Alice?”

“I won’t. I promise. But I don’t understand why it’s a secret. Are you afraid someone will steal your ideas?” 

Blanc set his tea cup down. “It’s not so much theft that is a concern. Although, there are students that would steal another’s work. It’s a problem of permission. You see, here in Cradle, the Magic Tower controls all aspects of crystal production and distribution. They wouldn’t approve of such research happening at the college without their knowledge or consent.”

“So . . . just send them a letter or something?” Alice knew immediately that there was an issue with that solution. Loki’s usual smile dropped into a grim, flat-lipped frown and Harr’s gentle expression faltered. 

Oliver snorted. “Oh yeah, you’re the first to think of that. Idiot.” 

Harr sighed. “The fact is, we aren’t planning on giving them our research. Even if it was simple to ask for permission, which it isn’t. I wish things were different.”

“I don’t.” Loki stuck his tongue out, his playful spirit regained, if with an unexpectedly sharp edge. “When we succeed, no one will have to ask the Magic Tower for anything ever again.”

Blanc smiled, easing Alice’s nerves. “Suffice to say, such things are complicated here. Let’s talk about something less serious. There will be plenty of time later to debate the good and bad of the Tower.”

The conversation moved on from there to other things. What classes they had this term and whether they’d gotten lucky with their instructors. Alice was relaxing into the flow of conversation, at ease for perhaps the first time since she’d come to Cradle. At least . . . until she saw the clock.

“Oh! Oh my god, I am late!” She stood up so quickly that she nearly spilled her tea. 

“It’s not even 7:30?” Harr blinked at her uncertainly. 

She nodded. “Yeah, but my first class started at 7!” Alice set down her plate and tried to pull out her map all at once, almost dropping both. “I can’t get in trouble again!”

“Calm down,” Oliver sighed. “I’ll take you to class.”

Loki hopped up. “I can take her there faster.”

“Please. If you take her, the two of you are just as likely to end up in the forest as you are to get her to classroom.” Oliver grabbed the map out of Alice’s hands. “Come on.” He didn’t wait for her to agree, just opened the door and strode out.

“Umm. Alright. Well, thanks for breakfast! I’ll see you later!” She hurried after him with a wave.

For having such short legs, Oliver moved fast. He was half-way down the hall already, and Alice jogged to catch up. “Thanks. For - for -”

“I wanted an excuse to get out of there anyway. Don’t thank me.” Oliver glanced up at her and let out a small breath, almost a sigh. 

“Well. Thank you for helping me out anyway. No matter why you did it, I appreciate it.” She saw something in his gaze soften before he looked away.

Oliver said nothing for a few long moments, then he pushed the map toward her. “You need to learn how to navigate.”

“It’s only my first day of class! I literally just got here. And the halls and stairs make absolutely no sense. Besides -”

“It’s not a criticism. Just a fact. Now look at your map. See how there’s one main hall that starts there, at the lobby?” As they walked, Oliver explained how the halls went together, and which floors held what. 

By the time they got to her classroom, Alice felt a little better about getting around. Oliver was a surprisingly good teacher, and very patient when he stopped being irritated. She impulsively bent down and hugged him. 

Oliver froze for a breath, as if unsure what to do. Then he pinched her hip. If his arm had been a little longer, the pinch would have been right on her butt cheek. 

Alice yelped and let go. “Did you just - did you pinch me?” 

“Figure it out.” He gave her a saucy grin that absolutely did not fit on such a young face. With a wave, he turned and left her there in the hall.

“That little jerk,” she murmured. Then she went to class.

Her morning passed in a blur. Hurrying from one lecture to another, filling her notebook with information she hoped would make sense once she had some time to catch up on the reading assignments. Alice even took lunch in her room so she could spend the hour cramming history along with her sandwich and cookies. 

She was on her way to her first afternoon class, a beginner’s session in Alchemy, when she ran into Dean - or, no, she could tell by the way he dressed and the playful smirk he wore that this was Dalim.

“There you are!” Dalim rushed to her side and slipped an arm over her shoulders to pull her against him. “I was so worried!”

“What, because you abandoned me when Dean showed up in the restricted section?” Alice wriggled out of his embrace.

“I swear I didn’t mean to leave you behind. I thought you were with me the whole way. But when I turned around, you were gone. I even went back for you.” His blue eyes were wide and desperately honest. 

Alice shrugged. “Whatever. I don’t believe you. So . . . what do you want?”

“Mostly, I wanted to make sure you were ok. And I wanted to make it up to you. Me and Amon both.” 

“Yeah, well, I’m fine. And the best way you can make it up to me is to not get me in trouble again. I was in detention at 6am today. SIX!” Alice frowned. “And I have to be there every day this week.”

Dalim’s shoulders fell. “Wow. I guess I really messed up. If you want, I can go to the office and confess everything. Tell them I led you there, that this is all my fault.”

For just a heartbeat, Alice considered it, then shook her head. “No. Then we’d both be in trouble.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad, as long as I got to be in detention with you.” He touched her hand lightly, sending a little pleasant shock up her arm. 

He’s good, she thought. “Would you not touch me without asking, please? You’re very handsy,” was what she said.

Dalim gave her a warm smile that said he knew what she was thinking. “I seem to be apologizing a lot today. I’m sorry for surprising you. I just like to reach for pretty things.” He looked down at his hands, pretending contrition.

Alice took a breath, trying to firm up her resolution. She was not going to let Dalim side track her. She needed to go to class, and stay out of trouble. 

“Look, I won’t pressure you, but if you are willing to give me another chance, meet me in the dining hall after dinner. If you don’t show, I promise I won’t bother you anymore. But if you do, you’d make me the happiest man on campus.” His smile would have lit a candle - no - a bonfire - at fifty paces with the warmth in it. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” was all Alice said, ignoring the tripping-fast beat of her silly heart.

Part 4

[spopsys-archive]

<3 | ikemen revolution

<3 | Ray Blackwell

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Fenrir Godspeed

| MC getting a dramatic haircut

Headcanon | Sirius, Fenrir, Jonah, and Oliver | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Luka Clemence

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Sirius Oswald

| MC getting a dramatic haircut

Headcanon | Sirius, Fenrir, Jonah, and Oliver | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Seth Hyde

| More than anyone else

Comfort fic | Mentions of insecurity, loneliness

- — — — <3

<3 | Lancelot Kingsley

| Lost

Comfort fic | No TW

| MC who is a trained knight

Headcanon | Lancelot, Mitsunari, Hideyoshi and Napoleon (separate) | TW mentions of fighting

| Lancelot/ Jonalot comfort headcanon

Headcanon | Lancelot centric but Jonah x Lancelot | Platonic MC and Lancelot | TW mentions of self hatred

- — — — <3

<3 | Jonah Clemence

| MC getting a dramatic haircut

Headcanon | Sirius, Fenrir, Jonah, and Oliver | No TW

| Lancelot/ Jonalot comfort headcanon

Headcanon | Lancelot centric but Jonah x Lancelot | Platonic MC and Lancelot | TW mentions of self hatred

- — — — <3

<3 | Edgar Bright

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Zero

| Simplistic/ non-materialistic MC who doesn’t care about money

Headcanon | Oliver, Comte, Jean, Masamune and Zero (separate) | TW insecurity

- — — — <3

<3 | Kyle Ash

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Blanc Lapin

| Perfect

Fluff fic | No TW

| One in the same

Fluff fic | TW mortality mentions, death mentions, illness mentions, injury mentions and some very minor angst relating to it

- — — — <3

<3 | Oliver Knight

| MC getting a dramatic haircut

Headcanon | Sirius, Fenrir, Jonah, and Oliver | No TW

| Simplistic/ non-materialistic MC who doesn’t care about money

Headcanon | Oliver, Comte, Jean, Masamune and Zero (separate) | TW insecurity

- — — — <3

<3 | Loki Genetta

| A few more minutes

Fluff fic | No TW

| The serenity of normalcy

Fluff fic | Harr x MC x Loki | TW Food mention, mention of choking on food

- — — — <3

<3 | Harr Silver

| The serenity of normalcy

Fluff fic | Harr x MC x Loki | TW Food mention, mention of choking on food

- — — — <3

<3 | Mousse Atlas

| Whoever you are

Angst fic | TW angst, pain, memory loss alluded to be as a result of repression/trauma, vague allusions to loss

- — — — <3

<3 | Dean Tweedle

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Dalim Tweedle

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Alice (MC)

| MC who's very uncomfortable around men

Headcanon | Mai and Alice (separate) | TW

- — — — <3

<3 | All

| Rating Ikerev characters based on clothing

No TW

| Chaotic war-freak teen MC

Headcanon | TW war/ fighting mentions

[loptyrs-moved]

penny for your (mousse shmeat/kinks) thoughts?? two pennies, perhaps??

A penny for some thots indeed Naga~

Enjoy💕

Mousse Atlas

His meat is pretty. Very pretty. Its longer than it is thick, but it has a nice curve to it. That way, when he tends to you, and slowly fucks you into his bed. Mousse Altas wants you to feel every inch of him as he takes his time with you. He's longer than average, landing him around 7.5in, so when he grinds himself deeper inside, you'll feel each and every single inch.

You know the somnophilia with him would be spectacular and we know it ... Especially when he comes home from long trips from being an ambassador, he'd love to surprise his love with kisses and touches while they're still tucked away in their dreams

Hands... He loves using his hands... To touch, to feel. Mousse's fingers might perform miracles...

Kiss kink anyone??

Tender whispers and sweet nothings fall from his lips as he spoils his lover. Seriously. His dirty talk ... just his voice will make you unravel.

He likes slow build up. Taking his time...

Morning sex. The morning voice...

His favorite is when his beloved rides him, and takes all of him in. Mousse gets the best view and is able to hit the deepest parts of them. Filling them to the brim

[badass-at-fandoming]

!!!!!!!!!

For those not on Twitter:

here is the link to the survey: https://jp.research.net/r/MXT3WLJ

If you're like me and can't understand Japanese, DeepL Translate will see you through: https://www.deepl.com/en/translator

Happy voting!!!!

WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

[ikemenlibrary]

Calling all Ikémen Revolution Content Creators!

(this gorgeous banner was made by our wonderfully talented @sunnyikemen)

All of you in the Discord server are already aware of this, but I am excited to announce that Sunny @sunnyikemen and I are have planned the next Ikémen Fandom Gift Exchange!

This time it will be for Ikémen Revolution, and I cannot be more thrilled to finally release the sign up sheet for this event.

You can sign up here!

The deadline to submit your answers will be due on August 17, two weeks and a few days from today (August 2) -  if you’re interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before then. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let one of the hosts know you’ve done that, as we do not get notified when that happens and we want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, we will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact a host directly.

Just like before, once we get everyone’s information organized and sorted, we will be reaching out to everyone individually on August 28 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to as well as how long you have to create the project and everything to know about the due date.

Please note before signing up that we do have a Discord server we’d like everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (us included!) to get to know one another and work together and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with such as a Jukebox and Marriage Hunter~!

If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please speak with a host before you send in an application.

Once your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, one of us will reach out with a link to join the Discord server.

Please let us know if you have any questions! We can be reached via DM on Tumblr or Discord (Brenna~#4948 and sunny🌻#0606).

tagging my ikesen exchange friends  ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

@tiny-wooden-robot @xxsycamore @randonauticrap @dreamscapesin1582 @kokorokai @iphigeniainaulis @tacogawa @yaystew @weird-konpeito @readerinsertfanfiction @nopenow @shimadalluvia @aquagirl1978 @themysticalbeing @aminiatureworld @akitsuneswife​ @daegupaksu​ @bmpmp3​ @nad-zeta​ @ikeromantic​ @the12thnightproject​ @ashavazesa​

[ciaossu-imagines]

Ikerev & Zombie Apocalypse?

Of course, anon dear! I'm so, so sorry this took forever to get back to you but if you're still reading, I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons I thought of for this AU!

Okay, so we're going into this with me forewarning everyone. By it's very nature, a zombie apocalypse AU is going to get dark, gritty, angsty, and probably a little fucked up and as I love getting the chance to get angsty and dark, you know things might get fucked up here and there with some of these headcanons. If that is not your cup of tea or something you think might bother you, it might be better for you to stop reading.

So now that we have that out of the way, if you're still reading, let's get this all started. So, in my head, this AU is less of an actual alternate universe. I still very much see this set in Cradle, with the same universe existing of Magic and the Magic Tower and the different armies. However, I don't see the armies as still really fighting each other - they are at peace and the Magic Tower, though definitely still shady as fuck and definitely still up to no real good, isn't thought of as an absolute threat. Everything seems good and peaceful and that's part of the real set-up of this AU.

So, to get to the real meat of this AU. So, everything is nice and peaceful. Life seems idyllic. But then things start to change. The Magic Tower, still headed by Amon Jabberwock, is doing what the Magic Tower always does - experimenting with the Magic Crystals, seeing what can be done with them. Their latest experiment is working with the crystals and humans to see if, by ingesting bits of the crystals and thus integrating them into the human body, they can enhance the boundaries of what a human body and mind can do. The experiments seem to be well-meaning, are sold as looking to find cures for aging, for disabilities, for anything bad that can possibly happen to a human body or mind. What they're really after, or at least what Amon wants them for, is to create his own army of superhuman soldiers to conquer Cradle, though not even his followers are really privy to that fact.

Too bad the experiments seem to be failing. Most of the humans experimented on are dying…and then things seem to change. Things start to appear to be going well and the Magic Tower rejoices and gets inspired to really test even further limits of the experiment. The long and short of it though - these new Crystal infused humans? They're super-strong, seemingly impervious to all harm except complete decapitation to sever the connection of brain and body, with superhuman senses…oh, and they all go insane. Like, their brain goes bad - all limiters are taken off and they start to act solely on impulses and basic desires instead of any rational thoughts or logic. They're extremely violent if threatened at all or if something stands in the way of one of their wants. They experience extreme hunger at points and if food isn't readily available….well, humans are a source of meat too. They crave sex, food, shelter, warmth, liquid. Some of them retain enough of their personalities to have cravings for things they especially loved before the experiments as well.

The worst thing? Though they start as mindless, they quickly seem to link up into some sort of hive-mind and they start enhancing their numbers. If they don't outright kill, they forcibly turn others into beings like themselves by forcibly feeding them crystals. If the person survives this, they join The Hive.

It starts in the Tower. Amon willingly joins The Hive, makes himself the Head of it. Dalim, being a Disciple of the Tower, is in this initial first attack by these creatures. Terrified and no longer trusting in Amon, Dum does do the right thing in the end and tries to ensure that the experiment dies in the Tower, that none of the infected escape the Tower. He helps get other Disciples out but unfortunately, he succumbs to an attack by several of the infected and gets forcibly recruited into The Hive.

The infected surge out of the Tower and it's not too long before the peace of Cradle is completely shattered and things become a full out 'zombie apocalypse'. The armies each do their best to fight The Hive and protect the citizens but still steadfastly refuse to join forces with each other until much later on in the story.

I see Jonah as being one of the first to die. It's not because he's not strong and more than a capable fighter. It's because he's just genuinely someone who doesn't have a lot of common sense. His death comes in the first wave of the infected out of the Tower. He chose bravery and doing his duty but, after seeing other soldiers downed and even seeing some be forcibly infected, his ego and lack of common sense really did him in and he gets slaughtered and eaten.

Though he'll last throughout most of the story, I do see Lancelot dying. It's his death that inspires the two armies to join forces and come together, actually. The thing is, as a magically strong person already, the Hive (and Amon, their leader) didn't want to kill Lancelot. No, they became almost obsessed with changing him, with making him a part of the Hive. Though Lancelot was strong and clever enough to hold them off for a long time, while saving someone else whilst in the midst of battle, he was left vulnerable for long enough to be force fed what was needed to ensure he would eventually turn. Though the only one who was aware of this was Kyle, who steadfastly maintained that they would find a way to save Lance, Lancelot knew what needed to be done. He told Sirius and Harr the truth of what had happened and begged his two best friends to do what needed to be done - to kill him.

Sirius was the one to actually end up doing the deed. He'd already lost most of his family and by that point, had seen enough other people die. He'd been so strong up until that point and he'd inspired so many people to keep going with his never give up attitude, his optimism that things would get better, and his hard work. But after that, after being forced to kill one of his oldest and dearest friends? He sure kept trying, so hard, but the fact of the matter was that after that, Sirius really started to give up. Another major story event really did him in and he almost recklessly charged into the next major battle with The Hive and was taken down. Those close by at the time said he seemed almost relieved as The Hive killed him.

That other major story event? It has to do with Harr. Harr was a Magic Tower Disciple who had abducted his position the second the Tower started experimenting on humans. It was just something Harr could not handle, could not get behind, so he left. He did his best to keep his eye on things with the Tower though, worried about what might happen. When the worst does happen, Harr feels immense guilt for not having done more to stop this from happening. He becomes obsessed with finding a cure for those infected, with stopping this with as little bloodshed as possible. Loki helps him, as does Kyle, who also becomes obsessive about finding a cure.

As the days and weeks go by though and they seem to be getting nowhere, Kyle starts drinking harder and harder and becoming more and more reckless in his efforts to learn more about the infected. He needs test subjects and by the time the armies manage to trap and transport an infected person to him, not only have they suffered major casualties, but the infected in question is normally dead as well. Kyle becomes tired of seeing people die and being helpless to stop it and he directly goes out into the field. Dead infected specimens aren't helping; he needs a live one and becomes bound and determined to get one. While trying to do so, Kyle gets captured and changed.

The newly infected Kyle is feral and attacks his former comrades, killing Loki. Between Loki's death and Kyle's change, combined with watching Sirius kill Lancelot just the day before, Harr cannot handle things anymore. It's too much and his brain just can't deal. Harr takes a dive, head first, from the place this all started - the Tower itself. He's dead upon impact with the ground, quick and painless, but dead nonetheless.

Because the idea, while horrible, was too delicious to resist…I really do see Dean being brutally savaged and beaten to death by his own infected brother. The sibling rivalry had carried over enough in the infected Dalim's mind for the need to kill his brother to be a major desire of his.

Now, I have always kind of headcanoned that Mousse has narcolepsy. Obviously he doesn't have a route so I don't know for sure if that is canonically true but I see that being his undoing in this AU. He gets infected in his sleep very early on in the story.

Oliver becomes very useful though. He devotes himself to making weapons and traps and fortifying buildings to become shelters. Though he doesn't go into battles himself and is very protected, he's such an important and integral part of everything.

I do see Edgar, Fenrir, and Seth becoming rather famous as front line warriors against the Hive. All or any of them alone become major targets of the Hive because of how many infected they take out and how integral a part of survival in this new world they become.

After Lancelot's death, Blanc and Ray become co-leaders, trying everything they can to gather and ensure the safety of all non-infected individuals. Blanc keeps an eye and really dedicates himself to ensuring the non-infected are safe and taken care of and that shelter, food, water, and basic needs can be met for everyone while Ray leads the more military side of ensuring continued life and safety for the survivors.

Zero ends up specializing in rescue missions, in getting groups of non-infected people to safety, and really ends up becoming Blanc's second in command. Luka, meanwhile, stays under Ray and does fight…Luka's biggest regret in everything though? That he couldn't save his brother. So he becomes foolhardy and reckless at times, taking risks he shouldn't, because to him, if he can save even just one more person…maybe that will take some of the guilt away, absolve him even a little. Even just a smidge.

[ikemen-obssessed]

I really don’t like how Mousse is with the MC in other routes but i’m not gonna stop summoning his damn route