#oletus manor

[ghost-parfait]

Happy late bday good friend @megisposts thanks for helping me for my tech difficulties. I live under a rock ooga

[quoththeowl31]

Norton gets violin lessons from the Violinist at the manor. Having calloused hands and fingers has an advantage for him as he's able to practice longer. He has sworn Antonio to secrecy about it though.

[coooldair]

greenhouse

[fischotterkunst]

Oletus Manor floor plan

[bloodfiendarling]

𝓶𝔂𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓾𝓶 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

a .. anon chan ...? oh my god .. are you a mind reader ? a saint , perhaps ..? ive had a similar idea for months , i just never got to writing it (shy ,,)

thank u so so much for the idv req >_< i didnt think id get any so early .. this fic took heavy inspo from saya no uta , too .. i rlly did give him the fuminori treatment ..

another case of — written by my dick — this is so horrible .. im so sorry frederick sama ..

DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT .

pairing — pioneer research!frederick x hallucinated!reader

wc — ~1.1k

contains — coa vii setting, fem reader (the form reader takes , i guess . theyre kind of not real ..), reader referred to with it/its prns, mindfuck, dubcon .? (is it dubcon if hes on shrooms and doing it to himself . i gen dont know, emeto, body horror, hallucinations, reader is a hallucination, self harm (scratching), established past relationship w reader

playing .. mushrooms • mili

even in such a desolate land, frederick still has the desire to create his work — his music. the composer’s desire for creation still persists, and with the chaos, he found inspiration.

…and unluckily for him, he had a slump.

nothing in the current area could inspire him for music. it frustrated him. even as he played away on the abandoned piano he found — nothing quite stuck to him right. it all felt too empty.

so tonight, frederick decided on leaving. just for one night, though. he’ll return by the next morning, of course — it’d be too dangerous to stay any longer. and where’s the harm in it, anyway? him and his team have been hopping from abandoned building to another.. be it to study more about the fungi or just to rest up.

he took a pen and paper, writing a note to leave behind — a short one, but at the very least it told them he’ll be fine… he’s sure qi will be scolding him afterwards, but.. it’d be well worth it.

as he signed it, he left it on the dirty table they’ve been using. taking his gas-mask to leave. the world is barren. everything was abandoned, there were those mushrooms everywhere. everything within frederick’s field of vision was nothing but a wasteland.

after a good, long walk he stumbled upon an abandoned music venue. it was big — it was grand. he’s sure he could find some inspiration and maybe even a new instrument.

little did the composer know, the venue was a big source of mycelium fungi.

he opened the heavy doors, looking around. a big stage in the middle, and seats all around for the audience to sit. it brought him back to his past for a bit — when he was shown on a stage �� being praised for his music. ‘it was like a ray of divine light,’ they’d say.

that stage still had a piano on it. he walked between the empty seats, making his way onto the stage. the piano… it somehow still looked brand new, weirdly enough. it even sounded just like so, properly tuned and cared for.

it didn’t feel real. he thought he was dreaming. frederick sat himself down, performing as if there was an audience. he hasn’t gotten the chance to use such high-quality equipment ever since the infection spread.. he’ll definitely stay for a little longer.

even if it wasn’t real.

the composer peeked around backstage, and somehow, it looked clean. nothing like what he’d usually see. an infected corpse, bloodied walls, some mycelium growing.. none of that. it looked polished in here.. he’ll tell his group he found a new place for them when he gets back.

even if it was filthy in a sane man’s eyes.

it was getting late — he could tell that much. he’s sure his group wouldn’t mind if he came back a little later. he has in the past, anyway.. it didn’t make much problems. he sat down, back against a wall, just looking at all the equipment backstage before drifting to a dreamless sleep.

only to be woken up by a horrible sight. everything looked different from last night. no longer was it that clean place he saw the night before. it was horrid. worse than anything he’s ever seen — flesh and mushrooms coating the walls. the floor felt moist, almost as if it were actual meat. and the smell — god, the smell. poor frederick threw his head to the side and threw up. his throat burns. what even happened here..? was last night all fake?

it got worse when he saw those flesh-like veins start to crawl all over body. with wide eyes, he scratched and hit himself. it didn’t hurt, oddly enough. his body felt weirdly numb — though, frederick was a little too disoriented to notice.

“are you okay, frederick?”

he heard a voice. a woman’s voice — you..? how..?

it can’t be real — but it looked and sounded just like reality. just like you. could it be a hallucination..? no, no.. he’s seen how his groupmates reacted to the mycelium’s hallucinogenic spores — none of them ever mentioned anything like this.. he would know. it’s happened to him a few times before, too.

he placed his hand over his gas-mask, only for it to have a fleshy feel. he could see teeth and blood on his palm — panicking, the composer grabbed onto the mask of his, not realizing it was, in fact — his gas-mask. in his mind, it looked like a piece of gore had latched onto his face. he pulled onto it hopelessly. he wanted it off.

“ah, you’ll hurt yourself..” you cup his face, slowly taking the mask off. in frederick eyes, it really was a young woman helping him discard the living flesh off his face — letting him take a breath. though, it was nothing like that in reality.

he had just taken off his mask in a high risk area.

it felt like fresh air — though he was overwhelmed by the smell of rot after a few seconds, gagging. he can’t help but still see ‘you’ as a fake. but he can’t help but still give in.

“what are you doing here by yourself, anyway..?” it asks.

his jaw locked up, he can’t say anything. frederick looks down, he looks ashamed, almost. why? he didn’t know, either. he just knew whatever it was, it was you — and he’ll believe entirely.

“does it hurt, frederick?” it asks, caressing frederick’s cheek. ‘you’ could see a few red scratch marks on them.. ah.. the way it said those words — alongside those gentle actions. it really was you here in his mind. he can’t help but nod, pressing his knees against his chest and rambling nonsense.

“everything — all of it hurts.” he mumbled. ‘you’ wanted to comfort the composer. and he wanted that comfort, too — he longed for you after you disappeared. who knew he’d find you here of all places.

“do you want me to make you feel good, frederick?”

of course he did. he wanted you again. he missed you. he craved for you. your warmth. you. the composer didn’t care if this ‘you’ wasn’t real.

he watched you climb on top of him, pressing featherlight kisses onto him. as if fungi wasn’t already seeping into his tongue. frederick wrapped his arms around ‘you’ — when in reality they were enveloping himself — scratching red, bloody lines into his skin.

more openings for the spores to use him as a host. for ‘you’ to use him as a dear host.

frederick’s nose started bleeding, some of it had gotten into his ear — though, he paid no mind to it.. it felt like little kisses and bites on his earlobe — just like how you did it back then.

he felt your hands around his neck, how your lips felt against them, too. ah, he was in pure bliss. even if the room looked and smelled like rot — at least ‘you’ — no, it — was here to make him forget about everything.

maybe the rest of his group wouldn’t mind if he just left..

maybe he should stay just a little longer

idv masterlist ♥︎

[perpetual-doodle-machine]

Who let him cook 😭😭😭😭

[ask-seer]

After the Grimace shake incident, due to little content made with Jack the ripper -

@idv-askjacktheripper

[shadestar413]

I love that no matter if it’s Hunter or survivor my strategy and persona are incomprehensible to the average player

[soul--weaver]

Soooo are we going to talk about how Alice's skill is that she summons a past version of Orpheus with her camera, which is basically the exact thing Joseph is trying to do for Claude with *his* camera?

[sunset-of-the-void]

You are gonna make me sick. Can you imagine them both as hunters? OH MY GOD FRIENDLY MATCHES ARE THEM JUST TRYING TO BEAT EACH OTHER UP

The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?

[perpetual--motion--machine]

🛞

(photographs: images/art)

(mementos: reminds me of them)

(quotes: "hey ____ would say that!")

(fragments: reminds me of a memory)

(the inventor ✉︎ _____ : me)

[quoththeowl31]

Come the time of the economic crash in 1929, Oletus was run by members of the Barriere family and they had subsequently turned it into a boarding house in order to make ends meet. Most people would rather avoid renting a room at the cursed Manor; then again you can't argue with the cheap rent and spacious area and the infamy of the Manor.

As such Oletus Boarding has attracted many very interesting characters.

[embalmin]

foisame: entwines his hand in aesop's & brings their hands up to his chest. "... sometimes, i think it would be nice to stay here forever," the candlelight illuminates his black & white face, & even the shattered pattern of cracks cannot distract from the subtle yet sincere smile that comes to joseph's lips ― though he isn't looking directly at the embalmer.

"though, i imagine you don't share the sentiment. i am trying to learn to accept that."

❝ it isn't a bad sentiment. ❞ head tips ever so slightly to the side, cool gaze flitting between their joined hands &. joseph's face. while aesop's artistic vision may not align with the rest of the world, when he looks upon the monochromatic planes of his lover's face, he understands with perfect clarity what every famous painter meant by finding their muse. the hand not entwined with joseph's lifts, turns his head ever so slightly, and traces just along a crack along his face. like a shattered doll, aesop thinks, with nothing short of fondness. joseph almost makes aesop believe in eternity, if only so he can spend the rest of it in moments like these; just them and the candlelight.

he will never admit it out loud, but he wishes that this could last forever. it terrifies him to think it; there will always be an inevitable end, in one way or another, no matter what joseph has done to stall such a thing for himself. for aesop, he knows he will be put to rest in the same box he summons. he's made his peace with that; he has made his peace with the knowledge he may live a long &. relatively happy life.

he has not made peace with the notion that, one day, he will have to say goodbye to joseph. briefly, his gaze is cast down before he finds heart to raise it once again.

refusing to drown beneath his own thoughts, aesop smiles. his hand pulls away from his lover's face so he may tug his mask off, and without a moment's hesitation, he leans forward to gently press their lips together. both hands come to cup joseph's cheeks, and when he parts from the kiss, his smile returns, a soft mirror of the one that joseph offered him.

❝ i... can't give you forever, joseph, ❞ he says, and a pain he hasn't felt in some time twists in his heart. ❝ but i can give you right now. and i can give you every moment after it. does that suffice? ❞

[shadestar413]

@the-toybox-system

Perhaps it's better not to know.

[bloodfiendarling]

𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐯

✦ frederick kreiburg .

r18g

mycelium temptation — coa vii frede hallucinates you

[orpheusluvr]

Roommates (Norton x Luca x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

You are forced to share a room with Norton Campbell at Oletus Manor, and it’s hard to get along with him due to his unapproachable personality. But after you seem to be spending more time with Luca Balsa, Norton can’t fail to admit that he’s jealous and obsessed with you.

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Usually, a guest that was invited to Oletus Manor would have their own room. No one else to worry about invading their privacy.

But for you, that was a whole different case.

For some reason, the owner of the Manor decided to put you in a room with Norton Campbell, a rather grumpy man who worked in the mines and was hard to get along with.

And the worst part was, you had to share the bed with him.

“You can sleep on the ground.” Norton said, diving into the bed and pulling the covers over him.

“You know what, I’ll just go to someone else’s room. Maybe they’ll be kind enough to let me sleep with them.” You said, walking off.

“Yeah, that would be much better.” Norton mumbled after you left.

You decided to walk down the hallway and knocked on the door to the room that was right at the end. The door opened, and the man with the ponytail standing in front of you gave you a smile as he saw you.

“What’s up Y/N? Norton kicked you out?” He said.

This man’s name was Luca Balsa, whom you immediately managed to get along with easily. You considered him as your close friend already, despite it being just one day since you arrived at the manor. He arrived a few days earlier, but he was the first one to show you around and even helped you unpack your belongings.

“Eh…sort of.” You said.

“Well, there’s enough room in here if you wanna like…stay with me for the night.” Luca said.

Those words made your cheeks warmer. It was an innocent suggestion made by him, but your mind made it seem like something more scandalous.

“Sure, thank you.” You said, as he led you inside.

“Not sure what time you sleep but I’m exhausted so I think I’m gonna call it a day.” He said, laughing nervously.

“I don’t have anything else to do so I guess I’ll sleep too.” You said.

A few minutes later after you had changed into your nightdress and got ready for bed, you found Luca fast asleep in bed. A wave of nervousness swayed over you as you approached him, pulling back the covers to squeeze right next to him. Your breath hitched. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, which made butterflies flutter around in your stomach. His bare skin was illuminated by the lamp next to you on the table.

He slowly opened his eyes.

“There’s no need to be shy. I just get warm when I’m asleep.” He gave a small laugh, then glanced at you for a moment.

“That nightdress looks so perfect on you. You look like a princess.” He said.

“Thank you.” You said, awkwardly smiling at him. Just as you were about to get into the bed, there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it.” Luca said, getting up.

You sat down on the bed while Luca opened the door. It was Norton.

“Luca, you-”

Just as he was about to speak, he turned his head and looked behind Luca, seeing you sat on his bed.

“Guess I’m interrupting something. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He said, throwing his hand up and walking away, his loud footsteps thumping against the floor.

“Oh great…he must’ve misunderstood what was going on here.” You put a hand to your face.

Norton was extremely pissed.

He went back to your room, slamming the door behind him.

“All of that…just for her to be doing it with HIM.” He clenched his fist.

He then pictured you again, wearing the nightdress and he immediately lost his senses.

He sighed as he reached into his pants.

“I guess it’s round 2, then.” He said to himself.

The next morning, you woke up and for some reason you decided to check on Norton after what happened last night. You also thought it would be best if you could clear away his misunderstanding too.

Luca was still asleep. You assumed that all of those inventions that he keeps making are tiring him out.

You slowly got out of bed, trying your best not to disturb him. But something was stopping you.

You looked down and saw that Luca had his arm wrapped around your waist while he was asleep. It alarmed you at first, but then you realised that it actually felt comforting. But you had something to do, so you couldn’t stay like this for any longer.

You gently pushed his arm away, and got up. Putting your slippers on, you walked out of the room and slowly closed the door behind you.

You went to your room, and knocked on the door. There was no response.

“Norton? Are you in there?” You said.

Still nothing.

You took a deep breath as you opened the door. The view in front of you made your eyes widen.

Norton was sat on the bed, his pants pulled down all the way to his knees while his shirt was off. He held his dick in his hands, with cum dripping down them. His face twitched at the sight of you.

And so did his dick.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know-”

“Close the door.” He said.

“Okay…okay…” you said, quickly hurrying out. But before you close the door behind you, he groans. Loudly.

“No…you stay inside.” He said.

You gulped as you tried your best not to look at him.

“Why are you getting so scared over a dick? Didn’t you see Luca’s already?” He said.

“We didn’t do anything…we only slept together, as in sleep. Not sex.” You said.

“That’s not what it seemed like, to me at least.” Norton said.

He wiped himself off then pulled his pants back up.

“You’re just misunderstanding what happened. Me and Luca are just friends.” You said, facing the wall.

“Yeah right, as if friends sleep with each other half naked.” Norton scoffed.

“Why does it bother you so much?” You said.

Norton grabbed onto your shoulders, turning you around. He immediately pinned you against the wall.

“Do you really wanna know?” He said, looking into your eyes.

He raised your arms above you, still pinning you down while resting his knee between your legs. You let out a small whimper as you felt his knee graze against your intimate area.

Norton let out a smirk.

“That’s exactly what I want to hear from you.” He said.

“Norton…what are you doing?” You asked him, while desperately fighting your urges as he began grinding his knee.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through all this time?” Norton said.

You shook your head.

Norton moved his head closer.

“Do you know how much cum I’ve wasted, just by thinking about you?” He whispered in your ear, his cold and somewhat threatening voice gave you goosebumps.

“I’m not the one who told you to think about me.” You shot back.

Even though you seemed so calm, you were still shocked. Norton was acting so strangely. Just a few hours ago, he was telling you to sleep on the ground. Now he’s telling you that he jerks off to you? It was all too much to process, but for some reason you were thrilled by it. Something inside you wanted to mess around with him, just to see what he’d do.

“And I’m not the one who told you to wear that damn nightdress, flashing your damn body all over the place.” He snapped, glaring at you.

“Not my fault that you even bothered paying attention.” You said.

Norton let out a growl, before grabbing you and immediately pinning you down onto the bed.

“Oh, now you’ve done it.” He said, sitting on top of you.

And before you knew it, a few minutes later you were desperately grabbing onto Norton’s hair while he thrusted into you so hard that you felt like you were seeing stars. You even left a few scratches on his bare back, which made him give you a bunch of love bites all over your shoulder and neck in return.

He made sure to cum inside you, signifying that you belong to him.

You still don’t know how you ended up like this, but you seemed to like this side of Norton. Eventually as the days passed, he slowly became nicer towards you, even in matches. But whenever he saw you talk to Luca, it would piss him off a lot. Even if you constantly reassured him that he’s just a friend, he’d always make sure that nothing else was going on between you both.

Because jealousy was something that he could not get rid of easily.