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Ib FanAnimation voice testingsHope you guys like these voices... Because I like <3 ^^Ib FanAnimation voice testings by TritureChan
Ib = Jaffa
Garry = Tokushu
Mary = TritureChan
Ib - ReviewSo I have been wanting to get this review down for Halloween and I missed getting it out on time.Ib - Review by Rivaliant
But now that the Fall/Winter season is upon us, for those of ya'll that have not had a chance to play these
Gems should take the time to give them a chance to impress you as much as they had me.
And here will provide my take on a Review on games that I recommend and hold close to my heart as an example of
of pure creative bliss starting with
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Taking the role of a young girl named 'Ib' (as in the japanese pronunciation of the name Eve) that is seemingly bored and detached with the world around her
as her rather controlling Parents bring her to an Art Exhibit of the World Famous multi-talented artist known simply as Guertena.
The return to a colourful world. (part 1) Ib*Ib's POV*The return to a colourful world. (part 1) Ib by planetfangirl
Finally today is the day. No Mary to stop me, No parents. Just Me my friends and the art gallery. Or I thought that life would be that easy. No it turns out that the gallery... had something else in mind. Apparently so did Mary. As my class was coming off the coach I happen to spot my sister who instantly walks over to me with a frown.
"I told you not to come here." She told me sounding all innocent and upset.
She didn't fool me. She used her cuteness and carm to get all the boys. Well what do you expect from a seventeen year old girl.
Me being slightly younger meant I was usually powerless, but not always. I too had guy after guy asking me on dates. I turned them all down but I could say yes if I wanted too. "It's a school trip Mary. I have too go for my class work." I hadn't understood why she didn't want me to come here after about ten minutes I was already really enjoying myself. I remembered all of the art clearly. Maybe a little too well. I didn't mind however.
Or at l
Garry x Reader: Keep Me CompanyGarry x Reader: Keep Me Company by Super-Junior101
Friendship? You didn't know this word. After all, you were a painting in the Guertena museum. Your name was ________. The painter, Guertena painted you and now you lived in the museum for goodness knows how long. How long as it been? 10 years? 20? You don’t remember. All you did was watched the people in the museum pass by, stopping once in a while to see you. But you couldn’t do anything.
It was late at night and you knew that there was a little girl in the world you are. You thought that she must have ended up inside a painting, which made her into this other world. The world you and the other paintings and statues are. Now you were alive. However, unlike the lady in red and lady in blue, you can stand on your own two feet. Now just halfway through a painting. You hated being in this world. You were so lonely. You wanted some company… The other paintings and statues wouldn’t care for you, really.
As you roamed the empty hallway, easily dodging the lady in red
Forgotten Portrait Pt.1 [Ib] (Ib's Point of View)Forgotten Portrait Pt.1 [Ib] (Ib's Point of View) by VidelsEnigma
He looked sad and lonely, as if he were trapped in a world he didn't belong in. His face, arms, and hair were tangled in vines, its thorns pricking his skin, drawing little beads of blood. Yet, he did nothing. His eyes were closed, and he was still. Sleeping. He was a sleeping man. Where his hands met in prayer was a deep blue rose.
Ib felt a tear fall from her eyes. Why she was crying, she did not know, but as she looked at the painting of the sleeping man, Ib's chest squeezed tight, and she had to suppress the urge to break down and scream.
She knew that man in the portrait, but she didn't know him. She knew his pale face, his purple mop of hair, his ragged overcoat, yet, at the same time, she didn't.
'Forgotten Portrait,' read the plaque.
She knew him, but she forgot him.
Ib didn't know that though.
Ib didn't know a l
Ib the anime 10th ChapterIb the anime~~~10th ChapterIb the anime 10th Chapter by JeanLuz
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Garry tensed as he heard tapping sounds he turned around and behind him he saw on the wall a message in blue paint “I heard Mary’s secret.” He tensed “What…where did that come from…” He shook his head “I can’t dwell on that now. I need to find those last paint balls and get Ib away from Mary.” He hurried out of the room. “Where else can I go?” He had reached the front of the area, to the first room he had seen when he came in again. He came to a stop when he saw the disturbing doll yet again. “What…” He groaned “I don’t have time for you!” He looked at the message though and read it over “I picked up something good! I’m making it my treasure!” Garry got a bit disarmed by this message “What?” He noticed the doll’s stomach looked like it was
Ib's Big Sister Delilah (Chapter 4)The two found themselves in a room with 5 pull chords, a triangle shaped hole in the floor, a locked door, and writing that said, "There is no exit. There is no reason."Ib's Big Sister Delilah (Chapter 4) by ccfirebloom
"Maybe these chords will do something..." Delilah suggested.
They pulled blindly at the chords and nothing happened at first. They just paced the room when suddenly, out of the air, a large triangular prism fell from a rectangular hole in the ceiling. It nearly crushed Garry and he fell backwards with a jolt. He felt his life flash before his eyes and was just laying on the floor when he heard the sound of high heeled shoes coming towards him. He looked up to see Delilah with a worried expression on her face and an extended hand. He gladly accepted the help up.
"The door opened..." Delilah said.
"Ah, let's get going then, shall we?" Garry hopped back to normality.
They opened the door to reveal a hallway leading to a disturbing doll. It had writing on the wall by it beckoning the two to take it with them. Del
The Black Rose, part 6 Christian continued his walk down the unfamiliar area when he noticed a piano off to the side of one of the rooms. "Why not?" He spoke to himself, and sat down. Christian wasn't sure what to play, but he almost felt certain keys beckoning to him. He played these keys, slow at first, then gaining confidence and volume when the piano began to make music. He didn't know it, but he was playing the "Dining Room" theme from the original game. He sat there and contemplated on the music once he had finished. "Creepy, yet beautiful," he mused, and played it once more. He then continued his journey.The Black Rose, part 6 by LittleMacFan
Ib, Garry, and Mary stopped in their tracks. "Did you hear that?" Garry nervously asked. Of course they all had heard the piano playing. It played an odd, haunting song twice, and then was silent again. Upon hearing the music, Mary became infuriated. She couldn't believe Christian was still alive. She screamed when she heard the music, trying to
Ib's Big Sister Delilah (Chapter 3) After they all set out, the eeriness began to set back in. Garry gave Delilah his coat to give her some sort of comfort. She asked for it because she was cold but she just wanted something that reminded her of the outside world that she didn't have on herself. As they stepped down some stairs into a purple hallway, there was way to another room with a small tap on the door coming from it... Garry decided it'd be best to ignore it.Ib's Big Sister Delilah (Chapter 3) by ccfirebloom
The gang set foot inside of what seemed like a maze of poles and velvet ropes. Thinking it'd be safe because there's an exit but all of a sudden there was a thud and another rope with velvet.
"Th-the exit's blocked!" Garry panicked.
Delilah immediately tried to push it over only to discover it would budge; like a huge boulder. They turned around to see a headless, yellow statue was running around. Garry grabbed her shoulder and ran through the ropes to a red button on the wall and slammed his hand into it. Another statue, this one re
I've Lost Her (Ib Fanfiction)He pulled apart another one today. She would have to remember to pick another one up before she left for work, otherwise he would destroy her pillows again.I've Lost Her (Ib Fanfiction) by Lissy45213
She picked up piece after piece of rag doll: the button mouth, a piece of raggedy hair, and fragment of dress. She loyally picked up every piece, the same way she had done since the diagnosis. Then she heard him.
"Where is she? Where is she?"
She followed the voice to their bedroom, and there he was, on the floor, running his hands up and down the floorboard as if something might magically materialize if he just rubbed hard enough. It pained her to see him now when she could still see him so clearly before.
The fading purple mane, now a sickly gray color, and even his eyes were stained gray with cataracts he refused to admit were there. Doctors said it didn't matter. He didn't have much time left anyway. It wasn't "worth the trouble."
Oh, but if only they knew how much he was worth to her.
She walked over to her side of the bed and
White Roses Ch.19"The reason that art (writing, engaging, and all of it) is valuable is precisely why I can't tell you how to do it. If there were a map, there'd be no art, because art is the act of navigating without a map."White Roses Ch.19 by TheEchoingSoul
Discombobulating misinterpretations of mirthful misery juxtaposing webs of intricate lies with lace veils of truthful wedges. All in wrapped within the folds, a deceit or truth more questionable than the line that separates them. Where do they lead, who is the liar, who is to be followed?
Once, there was black and white, a lovely monochrome lie. It kept order and stability for the brainless, but the course of life is full of indecisiveness and in-betweens, where strict policy is outdated. Gray scale, the third party of in-betweens, was created, as nothing is black nor white.
For everything is a mere dream of make-believe and inevitability.
Ms. Creo walked down the corridor with purpose; hunting for the anomaly that she knew was present and one red-eyed teenager who she
White Roses Ch.18"Great things are done by a series of small things brought together."White Roses Ch.18 by TheEchoingSoul
-Vincent Van Gogh
Once upon a dream, there was a little star who lived all alone in deep cobalt black. All the other stars were bright and vibrant, overlooking what the littlest deemed important. Ignorance was a virtue, for when that littlest star grew bigger and bigger and more vibrant, the majestic life once dreamed was a thorny path of dysfunctional life only redeemed by decadence, never ascension for the highest acme is brief for such a tiny star.
But, what is done in the depths will arise the phoenix or reaper, maybe a nullified existence altogether.
Ib awoke to the sound of whispering from next door. She groaned and pulled her pillow over her head, praying for it to stop before she was awake enough to investigate. It was in vain. The noises only escalated into a din that tormented her ears while she staggered out of bed tiredly and went next door. The noise was so loud that she was physically trying to block it
White Roses Ch.17"The greatest respect an artist can pay to music is to give it life."White Roses Ch.17 by TheEchoingSoul
Hello, there! Goodbye! Dear now, the final sequence of act three has come to be. Be warned, the show is really about to start. It'll end with a fair maiden's sacrifice, but that is far enough away, no need to foreshadow the soon to be start of the end of an act held together by puppet strings, loosely held ties that shall tighten with red strings. Nevermore, a world of black and gray, gravitating towards the finale of a small part, but be aware, it ends in mere nights.
Soon to stop the third, to replace with the fourth.
Ib's stepped echoed through the corridor as she walked over to Ms. Creo's room, her fist politely knocking before entering the plush room. The gray-haired lady sat at her desk, going over documents as she indicated for Ib to take a seat on the sofa. The brunette closed the door behind her and sat down on the plush sofa, nearly relaxing at its soothing texture.
"Punctual, just what I woul
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