Ao3 Is Down??? Wtf Am I Supposed To Do With My Life? Be Productive? HA- Good Joke.

Nothing is stranger than the fact we actively know that Lyney's stability is tied to his sister. The more I look at his character and the moments where he breaks more, it's makes me realize that he's not as stable as I gave credit for?

Like, that moment in the fortress when he attacked Wriothesley plus moments in his voicelines about delusions points to the idea that he doesn't value his life. He's so willing to throw away his life for his siblings that if he'd make himself miserable to keep them out of what he perceives as danger.

When with his sister, he's a great planner and an excellent manipulator. On his own, he's a lot more reckless and what keeps his anxiety in check is the fact he normally knows exactly what his sister is doing.

When he doesn't, all hell breaks loose. He tends to give in to his anxious thoughts especially when there's anything that validates them.

Then entire Archon quest is just like: Lyney...deep breaths, I'm begging you.

He's just constantly on my mind so I'm subjecting the world to my takes on his questionable behavior. If you don't agree, it's technically a headcannon. 🤷🏿

Itty bitty spoilers: Character interactions in 4.2 Archon quest.

I just started the Archon quest after finally having the time to wait for that giant download-

Anyways

I love Arlecchino and the subtle was she seems to care.

Like where hear all this stuff about her and you actually meet her and you're like “Wow...” and then you hear her about the children?

Like she goes from terrifying to parent.

She goes from “There are people that will die, Furina” to “Oh, thanks for helping mah kiddos. I appreciate as their ‘father’”

Traveler is wondering why she trust them and she's just like “Well, the children think you're family”

She's complex moral wise but damn do I really like her.

She's kinda just different. Sassy, a little unhinged, but very grounded in the way she cares for her children.

Definitely my favorite harbinger.

4.1 Spoilers ahead 💜

I was so surprised to see Lyney- in prison that I screamed at 12 AM 💀

At the same time l I was pissed because BRO ALL OF THAT WORK FOR YOU TO SHOW UP HERE ANYWAYS- I was mad a him for a solid minute.

Also, this poor kid. He's so stressed right now. I knew he had anxiety but Jesus dude.

Bro this is literally everything I've ever looked for. How did they know?

ᵔᴗᵔ . . 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 !

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𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶 [𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀]

he was in the seventh heaven the second your answer loads inside his head. it feels like a dream come true playing right before his very eyes. you, in earnest, agreed to his request of braiding his hair. he knew you would almost always move away from his cheeky displays of affections, therefore, this was a giant achievement to him.

“are you okay there, venti?” you wave a hand across his face left then right. honestly speaking, his silence causes shivers down your spine… it was never a good sign.

he blinks once, twice until he was fully out of his trance-like state. his lips curve into a coy smile, as he tells you, “he, he. it’s nothing you should worry your pretty head, darling; ‘just deep in thought is all.”

you eye him skeptically, you didn’t buy it. however, you ease off after you figured he had no intention of confiding a word to you.

“if you say so…”

excitement cannot describe the gamble of emotions he felt. if he had a tail like the hybrid citizens, it would’ve been wagging along throughout the whole ordeal. his avidity was staggering to witness in real time. he had the stubbornness of a mule and you frequently needed to pester him to move.

it all happens in the blink of an eye. he stands up to grab his brush from his bathroom then sits down in front of you with his hair down, bangs perfectly framing his face. he didn’t waste a moment to steer your hands to start working on his messy locks.

he hums a random tune to himself to keep him occupied as you part the side of his bangs into three sections.

what would typically cost him five to six minutes of his time took you nearing sixteen. admittedly, when he did his hair at the early break of dawn, it was braided haphazardly. you, on the other hand, wanted it to at least look neat.

“are you done yet?”

“um… not quite…” you mumble, as you comb the rest of his bangs on the other side.

the couple minutes of braiding you’ve just done will take as long as a whole go-round from there, so you think. he huffs at you as if he weren’t an almighty archon but the common rascal and hums another soft tune to keep himself company. as you reach halfway, your hand shakes from the concentration it exerted while you work.

alas, it was a matter of time before his boredom won and he did what he can to humor it in the meantime—you only wish he didn’t do it to the detriment of your progress by closing his eyes then leaning in with his lips pursed, ready for a kiss.

“stay still!” you giggle, trying to dodge his attempts to place a chaste peck on your lips. your words falls on deaf ears and he connects his lips with yours, emitting a pleased sigh.

𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 [𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗿]

he feels pathetic for crawling into your window during these late hours into the evening. he swears under his breath; if passersby were to catch sight of him, they’d believe he was another hormonal village juvenile, desperate to see his lover in absence of parental authority. swinging his other leg over the ledge, he steps into your room with the grace of a feline.

a corner of his mouth lifts when he spots you flinch from his unexpected visit. based on what he had observed, you were in the middle of preparing for bed. you were by your dresser, fixing your hair to avoid any tangles while you slept.

“scaramouche?!” you gasp.

he swiftly places a hand over your mouth then counts to ten in his head to survey if anyone heard you. he lets go once he believed it was safe enough to speak.

“i need your help,” he whispers by the shell of your ear. your eyes meet his through the mirror, it trails after his hand as it traces to the end of your braid and tugs at the fabric that held it together. it didn’t take long for you to understand the gist of his request.

motioning him towards your bed, you gesture at him to stay while you grab a brush from the top of your dresser. he toys with the ends of his hair and tsks at the length… how did he fail to notice it had grown past his shoulders?

the bed dips behind him; his shoulders stiffen at the feel of your brush combing through his mane. his body unwinds when you start parting his hair into sections. he can tell the uneven cut poses as a challenge by the string of curses you whisper. warmth spreads across his chest at how domestic the moment plays out.

it didn’t feel real at all.

minutes pass and he could feel himself melt into the tender ministrations of you braiding his hair. he never knew such a mundane act can be this calming to the mind. his eyes were beginning to flutter shut until you pull away, telling him you were done.

touching your work, scaramouche was silently impressed at your efforts to tie everything together. not a strand wanders loose; and at that, you return to your dresser without a hitch. you had barely taken a seat when you hear him let out a loud cough. turning around, your brows raise to find him… with his hair down?

“can you fix it again?” in his right hand, he exposes the split ribbon hair tie.

you didn’t think twice; nodding, you search your drawers for one made from better material. scaramouche smirks at your gullible nature and waits with no complaints—a big first. there, in his other hand is the letter opener you keep by your bedside; on its blade lays specs of fabric frays. it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together and understand what he had done…

Lyney Headcannons

Okay- headcannon time~ This is really just an excuse for me to write angst about him. He just had so much free real estate. I feel like if I don't talk about this somewhere that I'm going to explode.

1. Lyney doesn't talk about his problems because he feels he hasn't suffered enough too.

He just seems like the type of person to be super empathetic towards everyone but himself. When his siblings have something bad happen to them, they don't deserve it. When something bad happens to him? He should have done better, it's all his fault, it's what he should have expected. They should feel free to talk about their pain whenever they're ready. He thinks that compared to his siblings, he's just hasn't had it bad enough to talk about it.

2. Lyney doesn't remember how to talk to people authentically.

I like to think with how much he tends to put on a front he doesn't know how to properly talk to people. He's so good at playing the part that there is not such thing as a normal conversation without all the bravado and sugary words.

3. Lyney refused to eat unless he knows Lynette has.

It was a habit he developed while they were living in the street, but since he was so young it kinda just stayed with age. In fact, he gets incredibly anxious if he ever gets food without knowing of Lynette has had anything. Unless he sees her eat, he'll adamantly refuse food.

4. Lyney is the quiet anxiety type.

He holds all of his emotions in and has had several anxiety attacks in public. If it's just him and Lynette, he'll start pacing and occasionally he'll follow his anxious trian of thought. He's prone to harm scratch at his skin or pull his hair so they keep his nails short.

5. Lyney has a dissociation problem.

The habit was worse when he was younger, especially when they were under the abusive nobel. He would just space out if he wasn't actively performing or Lynette wasn't there. He'd either spiral or his mind would be absolutely blank. Occasionally, he'll slip from reality, especially when Lynette isn't around to keep him grounded.

6. Lyney has cat-like eyes.

I literally cannot explain it. It's just what he inherited and I will stand by it for the rest of my life. It's especially prominent in the sun. He's got slits instead of the round pupils and when they lived on the streets people wouldn't look him in the eyes because they thought he was creepy.

7. Lyney was locked in a closet as a kid but he has no memory of it.

My brain came up with this and I can't even explain it. Under the abusive nobel, there was an incident that resulted in him spending the night in a closet, neither twin really remembers it. Lyney was dissociated the whole time and the dark doesn't help. It's remember on a subconscious level but Lyney's just ignores it until he can't anymore.

8. Lyney does card tricks when he's nervous

When he's nervous and alone, he'll pace back and fourth and do card tricks to try and calm him down. They're like his fidget and it was an idea that Lynette came up with instead of him putting his hands in his hair. When around other people, he does the tricks but doesn't let his nervousness show on his face.

This is the second part of this post:

Lyney's Character Analysis

Courtroom Headcannons

Edited: Links

Quality post.

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Playing the new quest was a mistake because all I wanna do is run my mouth to the freaking moon by my friends are taking their sweet time.

This quest was such a a rollercoaster and I don't care what anyone says I like it. Even if I almost cried several times and ended with a headache and a heartache.

I can't stop thinking about the fact that Lyney has so much cannon angst and treads to write more and we just do nothing about it. He canonically has had an identity crisis, an anxiety attack, and show cased his codependent relationship with his sister and we do nothing with it.

I have consumed every bit of Lyney angst I could find and now I'm suffering.

This is a cry for help

I don't wanna have to write my own 😭

I cannot take Scaramouche seriously. Like I love him, but he's so goofy. He's like intimidating someone and I'm in the background waving a sign that says "Go you tiny man filled with rage."

Please, he's just to cute :(

Huh???

Computer tumblr is wild.