#raverie deveraux

[ash-isnt-writing]

OOH AL ALSO MAYBE "QUIET" FROM THE ASK GAME??? :3333

bruh i only just saw this- anyway yip!!

=====================================

At first, the biggest issue Visceral had with Raverie was his inability to get him to shut the fuck up, especially when he had guests over.

Initially he could just threaten him with a knife and tell him to be quiet, but Raverie quickly learnt what he was doing. He wasn’t an idiot.

Visceral then resorted to gagging him whenever he wasn’t present in the basement. Which worked as intended, thank fuck, and Visceral was grateful for the restored peace and quiet.

However, it also raised the issue of having to remove it each time he tortured him. And as much as it was the only issue, it was a tedious issue. Visceral wanted to hear him scream. Wanted to know that he was damaging this- this thing, this manifestation of the faults that he refused to accept that he even had.

Which was probably the main solution in the first place, but no. Visceral’s pride wouldn’t let him. He’d never admit that.

So eventually, he had to ditch the gag.

“Just- can you be quiet?” He hissed down at Raverie as he threw the gag aside to be forgotten. “You’re not even supposed to exist, so be fucking quiet!”

“O-Okay, I will, I’m.. I’m sorry” Raverie responded. He was just glad he wouldn’t have to suffer through an aching jaw for another night.

This got a sadistic grin from Visceral. “Good lad” He said, before promptly leaving.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

This actually worked, for a few weeks, until he invited Rayan over. Visceral practically never let characters into his domain, but he made exceptions for Rayan.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get us some food, you can look around if you want, to familiarise yourself” Visceral smiled. “Just uh- avoid the basement. No reason, just.. given your past. And all.”

“Oh, okay” Rayan responded, although with a hint of suspicion. It made sense, of course, there was just… something in Visceral’s tone. Something he didn’t quite bring himself to trust. He felt something was off.

So he asked where the toilet was. Visceral promptly answered, then he left. It gave him the perfect excuse to be gone for that bit longer, while he figured out what the fuck was going on here - or if he was just paranoid.

Raverie had memorised Visceral’s footsteps by now, along with his routine and everything, so hearing a new set at an off time threw him for a loop.

“…Hello?” Raverie called. The footsteps paused.

Rayan was a bit startled, at first. It sounded almost like a child, if not an early teen. But Visceral didn’t have any kids… right?

He glanced both ways down the hall, before spotting the stairs at the end of the hall that only seemed to lead downward. Undoubtedly a basement.

He glanced back the way he came again, and then quickly and silently made his way to the basement steps. Already he was hit with the painfully familiar, metallic smell of blood.

This, of course, made him a little worried. He tried the basement door, a simple wooden door with white paint chipping and peeling off left right and centre, and was surprised to find it was unlocked.

That’s when he found Raverie. Probably no older than 14, more or less. Tied to a chair under the basement window, which was less a window and more just a set of evenly spaced, rusted bars.

Not only that, but there was water on the floor that came through the bars, and down the wall. It was always raining in Visceral’s realm, for some reason.

But enough about that, there was just.. a young child, injured and cold, just here, in Visceral’s basement, a man he thought he could trust. Yet looking into the frightened, tentative grey eyes of this child…

He wasn’t so sure.

=====================================

A/N: Feel free to rewrite or continue on with! This is very rushed and I am very tired, so not only is it just random word spewing, it is not proofread, so apologies for any errors. Rayan Hyacinth belongs to my lovely mutual @n-h-y-r-v-u-s .

[jaysen-vor-hee-hees]

character sheet for my new sona Raverie because fuck it why not. (i can’t find one that has favourite food on it :c)

=====================================

Raverie

Full Name: Raverie Thenora Deveraux

Nickname(s): Rave, Ray, RD Rizzerie

Age: 25

Height: 5’9”

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Romantic Identity: Polyamorous, Panromantic

Gender: Transmasculine

Sex: Female

Pronouns: All, preference for he/him

Eye Colour: Black

Hair Colour: Royal Blue (naturally blonde)

Ethnicity: Taiwanese

Languages: Mandarin Chinese, British English

Birthplace: Hualien City, Taiwan

Current Residence: Edinburgh, Scottland

Occupation: Author

Favourite Food(s): Rice and Teriyaki chicken, Shortbread, Gingersnap

Favourite Drink(s): Espresso Mocha, Lucozade, Ga(y)torade, pomegranate tea

Favourite Music Genre(s): Alternative Rock, Indie, Classic Rock, Hip Hop/Rap

Favourite Artist(s): Lovejoy, The Score, My Chemical Romance, Confetti, South Central Cartel, AC/DC

Favourite Game(s): Stardew Valley, Cyberpunk 2077, Call Of Duty franchise, The Stanley Parable

Hobbies/Interests: Baking, gaming, literature, creative writing, astronomy, cosplay, MCYT, medieval weaponry, botany, drumming

Other: Autistic, PTSD, True Neutral, INFJ

=====================================

A/N: idk i ran out of ideas lmao 😭 this is kind of rushed but I Tried

[ash-isnt-writing]

OKAY IM BACK AND MAYBE TEARS AND OVER FROM THE ASK GAME?? maddie and reverie idea 👀👀 /nf

👀👀👀

=====================================

When Maddie came to pick up Visceral’s for the week for the first time, as agreed for the sake of Vanté’s safety, she regretted not making a compromise.

Seeing this small child, frightened and covered in bruises and cuts and blood and - and so much blood.

God, how could he do this to a child?

“Shhh shh shh, it’s okay, god, I’m so sorry…” Maddie whispered as she held Raverie’s trembling frame close, pressing a kiss to his matted hair. It felt like a knife to the chest every time a particularly violent sob racked the boy’s body.

She hated that she could only do so much to protect him. And she hated that there was nothing she could do to stop Visceral, not without breaking their agreement.

“I’m so sorry, baby..” She whispered into his hair, even as his tears soaked her shirt. This was her worst fear, playing out right in front of her eyes. She felt so helpless. “I’m so so sorry, but there’s nothing I can do…”

“It- it hurts-“ Raverie gasped out, Maddie gently shushing him.

“I know, kiddo, I know. I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry” She whispered, her own voice beginning to crack as hot tears stung her eyes. She couldn’t fucking believe this is what it had to come to.

She couldn’t do anything. But she knew someone who could.

=====================================