#tw: DID

[cryptoriawebb]

Control (2/2)

I kinda wish I’d done more with this but I was really just looking to explore alternate scenes. I want to believe Norman at least tried to confide in Otto, especially after Peter repaired his inhibitor chip. He was the only familiar face in this entire chaotic situation💔

[mourningreveries]

FULL NAME: Arthur Fairfax SPECIES: Vampire AGE: 202 DATE OF BIRTH: October 14th, 1822 GENDER IDENTITY: Cis-Male NEIGHBORHOOD: Hidden Hills OCCUPATION: Writer WORKPLACE: His office in his house POSITIVE TRAITS: Intelligent, Creative, Pensive NEGATIVE TRAITS: Brooding, Reclusive, Private LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: 10 years (Current Tenure) 128 Years (Total Tenure) FACE CLAIM: Henry Cavill

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dissociative identity disorder, murder, death, fire, Jack The Ripper allusion

- Arthur Fairfax was born to the illustrious Fairfax family in 1822, in London England.

- Being raised in high society, Arthur was quick to grow deeply resentful of his social obligations, much preferring to immerse himself in books rather than in the company of others. This was in no small part due to the strange abnormalities of his appearance, the whiteness of his hair, and the yellowness of his eyes, causing him to be teased and ridiculed by his peers. From a very young age, Arthur had this dark voice that spoke to him from the back of his mind, urging him to inflict suffering on those who tormented him, to punish them for their actions. There were a few occasions in his childhood when he gave into this voice, and retaliated against the people who had wronged him, but he always felt heavy with guilt in the aftermath, and he quickly learned to ignore it, and keep tried heard to keep it buried within himself; but it was something that he would have to regularly contend with as he grew older.

- Arthur was young when he became interested in tales of the supernatural and the occult; an interest which was encouraged by his mother’s own interest in the topic, as well as their status as misfits; something which he felt he could relate to. As a result, he often sought out answers to the unanswerable questions.

- It was at the age of 12 that Arthur’s entire world went up in flames. The Fairfax Manor was mysteriously set alight, killing every member of his family. He only survived by sheer luck and coincidence, due to the fact he had snuck out of the manor for a midnight stroll the night of the fire being set. 

- Though the fire was investigated, no culprit was ever found. Nevertheless, with no where else to go, Arthur was sent to an orphanage, where he would stay until his eighteenth birthday when he inherited the entirety of the Fairfax fortune. Whilst in the orphanage, Arthur received his most abhorrent treatment, due to his unusualness, at the hands of the other children, which only served to cement his feeling of not belonging. And once again, he found himself giving in to the voice in the back of his mind as it urged him to get revenge, only to feel guilty by the suffering he had caused in doing so. And so, he once again tried to bury that part of himself. 

- After inheriting his family fortune, Arthur very easily could have lived his life very comfortably, never having to do a single thing, but his curiosity, in addition to his creative mind, refused to allow him to do so. With a large fortune at his disposal, he traveled all around the world, learning all that he could about different myths and legends in many different places. Throughout his decade of travels, he wrote a collection of stories, which, upon returning to London, he had published under a pen name. This began his career as a writer; one which continues to this day, albeit under a completely different pen name and writing style. 

- Unfortunately for Arthur, his fascination, curiosity, and feeling of kinship with the supernatural ultimately cost him his mortality. He had been a regular night time stroller since his youth, a practice fueled by a desire to catch a glimpse of those things that were supposed to only be myth, but on one particular night he got a lot more than he bargained for, when a vampire attacked and turned him. The reason for turning him? Well, Arthur never did get to find out, because before he had the chance to ask, something truly horrific happened. 

- Becoming a new vampire is almost never easy, but for Arthur, it was even worse than it is for most. That’s because that voice in the back of mind, the one that had whispered in his ear all throughout his life, urging him to inflict pain on the people who had wronged him, and that seemed to crave causing harm, had become magnified in his transition into being a vampire, and as a result, it gained an actual foothold within his psyche. Prior to transitioning, Arthur had been a man with a dark side he had fought to keep buried within himself, but now, his dark side had manifested itself into its own personality, it’s own identity, and even its own name: Alastair. Upon returning from the dead, Alastair seized the opportunity to take control and do what he had always desired to do: inflict misery on everyone who had wronged him, starting with the vampire who had turned him. 

As a result of his dark side taking control, his first few years after transitioning were unbelievably rough for Arthur, and for a time, Victorian London had more than one Ripper roaming the streets under the cover of the dark. Where Arthur didn’t want to hurt anyone, Alastair seemed to relish in it. All of the dark feelings within Arthur, all of the discomfort that had come about from years of being treated like a freak, feelings which he had harbored within himself, Alastair remembered, and when he took the reigns of control, he used all of it as fuel for his terrible deeds, only for Arthur to have to feel the unbearable weight of guilt for the things that he had done when he regained control again. But while this was almost unbearable for Arthur on a personal level, since the guilt was nearly enough to drive him into insanity, on a professional level, it actually served to inspire the best work he’d ever done. His horror-filled experience of not being in control of himself led to him writing works that were praised as brilliant and are still considered so to this very day, even if it was obvious to all who read them that they were the work of a tortured soul. 

- It’s hard to say how long his struggles would have persisted for, were it not for the intervention of another vampire who came passing through London in the mid 1880s. This vampire was, as it turns out, drawn to London because they were searching for a particular vampire with a penchant for violence and who took a great deal of pleasure in their bloodlust; the rumors of Arthur’s activities within the city had led them to think that he was the vampire they were searching for. When they discovered that he not only wasn’t the vampire they had been in pursuit of, but that he was a tortured soul who had another persona that existed within his mind, and who was responsible for all of his misdeeds, the vampire took pity on him, and, putting their own quest for vengeance on hold, stayed in London to help him find a way to take control back. It took a number of years, but eventually they were able to find a witch who created an elixir which, so long as Arthur stayed on top of drinking it, would keep Alastair from taking control over him. The nightmare was seemingly over, but London had become an entire city that did nothing but remind him of the worst things he’d ever done, and he found that he could no longer bear to stay there. So when the vampire who had saved him left to continue in their pursuit, he left to try and start anew somewhere else.

-This was what brought Arthur to Raven’s Peak the first time, and in a sense, it became his new home of permanence; despite the fact that he’s had to leave for decades at a time in order to maintain the illusion of his existence, it has always been with the intention of returning once it was safe to do so. The town represented new beginnings, and it was here that he began what would become a recurring practice of adopting a new pseudonym and writing style to continue his writing under an entirely new identity; the irony of which was far from lost on him.

- In the time since then, Arthur has more or less lived a quiet, rather reclusive life. He has written many successful novels, stories, poems, and plays, covering nearly every genre you can think of, under many different pen names and in different styles of writing, always in pursuit of achieving the same levels of greatness that he achieved during his dark period, but never quite reaching it. He’s left Raven’s Peak a number of times, as previously mentioned, to preserve the illusion and not call into question why he doesn’t age, but ever since he returned to the town most recently 10 years ago, he’s found that in Raven’s Peak, that illusion is more or less out the window anyway, and so he doesn’t intend to leave again. 

-All in all, he’s a reclusive writer who lives in the Old Fairfax Estate in Hidden Hills, and who believes himself to be entirely content in that. So what if he feels nagging pangs of loneliness in the pits of his stomach on a regular basis? So what if he feels the curiosity he fearlessly indulged in his youth calling him, begging to be indulged again? The truth is, he doesn’t trust himself; or, more accurately, he doesn’t trust his other self. Despite the fact that Alastair hasn’t come out to play in any significant way in decades by this point, Arthur is still terrified that one day the elixir will stop working, or that he’ll slip up and forget to take it, only to realize it too late. He doesn’t want to take any chances, because if he leaves the house, and Alastair takes control, then whatever his darker half does will be on him, and he doesn’t want to be responsible for unleashing a monster upon the world.

[himbos-hotline]

sorry im shy but ik you RB a lot of ask memes but could you also send back asks to the ppl to send you stuff ;; it just feels kinda rude that you don't

Wow people are really coming for me this year huh, whose tea did I piss into huh? Anon, my friend, sweetheart. There's a few things I think you don't understand about me and I am not starting shit or making this an argument, frankly im too old for this kinda stuff. But I am going to kindly explain to you and anyone else who follows me who thinks i'm being rude about not sending asks back to the people who send me them.

Firstly, like you I am also shy. I don't enjoy sending people asks or DMs because I feel like I am bugging them or burderning the,m. Also I am terrified of most of the people I follow because they are a lot more cooler and talented than me and it feels almost wrong for me to bug them, even if they state that "it's okay to send me asks" I cannot bring myself to do it. I am more a 'wait to see if they're comfortable talking to me first' because I am socially inept.

Secondly, Having ADHD and DiD is a combination thats sometimes very messy. I am constantly distracted or focused on something else. Or I am not here at all. It is someone else, another alter, replying AS me. both these disorders, also affect my memory. I can't remember who sends me what asks or what questions come from what ask game.I struggle with words adn we suck at remembering what we're doing. I am not being rude, it's literally me not remembering who sends me what from where and being overwhelmed when I look to see who has send me what.

I also, am bulk collecting asks and reblogs. Sometimes we just spam reblog a certain tumblr because thats our attempt at making friends, showing them that we like their conctent and appreciate them. Sometimes it's just us going through a tag. Some of the asks that I have in my ask box are from novemeber and we havent had the spoons to get to them until now. . I reply because I have spoons and energy too, I dont always have the energy and spoons to send asks back. Im disabled anon and sometimes that takes a tole on me.

Right now it's two forthy am and I am trying to word on writing because I replased or the first time since August. I am distracting myself and just trying to have a nice time.

TL;DR: Sometimes I simply forget to send asks back or forget whose send me what. Also I am socially inepct and shy and dont wanna bug people or whatever. I dont wanna FORCE people to interact with me. I am not being rude. It is not rude. I am literally just fucking existing. also half the people who send me asks I talk too in DMs or on discord, or theyre anons and I am UNABLE to send asks back.

I'm turning anon off. I'm not dealing with this kinda stuff. Sorry to those who were actually sending me nice asks or were interacting with me. Y'all are gonna have to out yourself about it.I'm, too old for fandom dramam or this kinda stuff.

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[wildbasil]

things haven't been great but i think they will be. eventually 🌻🌼🩷

[aria-greenhoodie]

WOE, EXTREMELY LOW QUALITY ASSORTED FIDDLESTAN AND FIDDLEAUTHOR DOODLES BE UPON YE

You can click for quality, but these are really low res so don’t expect much 💀

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[anneliis18]

definitelynottober day 5 - heavy is the hunger

[proxycrit]

LINKTOBER DAY 7: goron hot springs!

Link and zelda are sent to death mountain to “deal with the problem” via Purah. Yunobo is tired.

(Recasting Death Mountain to be slightly on fire! I love it when things are on fire.)

More of my zelda au here! (It’s totk without the time travel)

My patreon’s here if youd like to support my crimes :0

[marthamays]

The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess + references

[ajaxgb]

@punkitt-is-here Well somebody had to.

[caliburn-the-sword]

"hur hur gabe wasn't as abusive as he was in the books" people can all shut up. percy's jaw TREMBLED when ares yelled at him, which had nothing at all to do with his god status - percy backtalks gods just fine. he had trauma response to ares yelling. ares didn't so much as lift a finger. that goes to speak volumes about what percy was experiencing at home

[datcravat]

Ace Attorney Investigations Collection X Among Us Collaboration promotional artwork by Datcravat (me haha)

[ayo-edebiri]

The last thing she saw on Earth was him.

[xulips]

なにその目やっぱその目

[theodysseyofhomer]

spare thought for the enslaved shepherds in greek mythology/tragedy who rescue the exposed doom babies... sometimes they know why the baby was left to die, sometimes they don't. they just — it's a baby. no one else wants it. you can't leave it here. what harm could it do. it's a baby. you want it to live. it's a baby