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Matthias Czernin - Blog Posts
PART 3 || Matty patty and Lily are completed
Every time I run out of things to draw the Matthias Monster in my head whispers to me. He tells me to draw Matthias.
Joker is forced to dress up as Sergei for a skit and Matthias is here for moral support ig (don’t ask why he’s at the circus I haven’t gotten to that part in my AU yet)
HAPPY EARLY VALENTINES DAY 💝
Stupid Weepythias doodles I’ll probably clean up later (I still don’t know how to draw hands so don’t look too hard)
I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW THIS APP WORKS but I hope there’s still Idv fans here anyway here’s a quick doodle I did of Matthias Czernin aka Puppeteer
can i lovingly request matthias with an s/o who loves to absolutely throttle louis? like, if they're having a lovey dovey moment and they see louis, 100% they're doing a homer choking bart reference to that stupid ahh puppet
that is all, thank you
YES BAHAHA I love slandering this goofy ahh puppet. I, too, want to choke this bitch. Anything for Matthias 🙏
That Fucking Puppet That I Hate! (Matthias x gn!reader)
You kissed him softly and could feel his body heat rise. He gently kissed you back and cutely gripped onto your shirt. You held your kiss for only a few seconds then pulled away. You lovingly stared into his eyes. You could see the love he had for you as your eyes met. You reached over to caress his cheek when you saw something in the corner of your eye. You looked over and realized it was Louis, Matthias’ puppet. That fucking puppet that you hate so damn much!
“Bitch. Fuck off!” You cursed at the puppet. You then launched yourself over towards him with your hands out, ready to choke him. Matthias laid with his eyes wide as he watched you take his puppet by the throat to throttle him. Strings of curses left your mouth as you tackled him to the ground. Matthias hurriedly sat up in shock, watching what was happening between you and Louis.
“Hey-! C-Calm down..” Matthias spoke softly. He gently reached out a hand to your back as an attempt to calm you down. His fingers only barely touched your back before he was startled by your voice.
“No! This puppet needs to FEEL my wrath!” You demanded as you continued to choke this poor (evil) puppet. He couldn’t die, so the only satisfaction you got from this is seeing him being choked. Any suffering to the puppet made you happy.
Matthias sighed and shook his head. Ever since he told you his backstory, you’ve had an attitude towards Louis. Granted, it was for a good reason, but no matter how hard he tried, Matthias couldn’t get rid of Louis. So, he just gave up at some point and learned to deal with him. You, however, took any chance you had to beat the absolute shit out of him.
“Go sit in a pile of shit.” You cursed at Louis before letting him go. You slowly stood up and dusted your hands off before turning to Matthias. “Now that, that’s taken care of~” You exclaimed happily while looking at your lover. Matthias blushed as you faced him. “I can get back to loving you~” You cooed while climbing atop him.
“Geez, you sure have priorities..” Matthias spoke softly.
Matthias, what was your first reaction to Louis? Did you immediately dislike him?
I think I just didn't figure out my feelings about him until after I realized the French language barely suited my mouth; I studied daily and nightly under various tutelage - including my Father's, but it was always.. inadequate.
Everyone was happy... Except for me. I.. struggled to make friends even when I'd lived in Prague, and what few friends I had made - I suddenly had to say goodbye to.
... Sometimes I find myself wondering if I would have been more fond of him if we'd never moved to Paris. If I could have been just as happy as this imposter.
Or if this really was the walking, talking nightmare by my parent's design - a reminder of my imperfections, or simply wishful thinking on their part.
I think it was the day I found a poster of him that I finally realized how I felt.
How I genuinely felt.
Spring is here, flowers are blooming, and the waking of Insects is coming.
OMGGGG YESS
ASK: Yan! Andrew, Matthias, and Luca with a reader that's weak and a people pleaser, please? :')
A PUPPET TO ALL IS A PUPPET TO NONE.
( yandere puppeteer & “prisoner” ) + gn!reader
*ੈ♡⸝⸝🔮⋆ yandere characters , mentions of killing + manipulation , I do not condone any of these actions , useage of pet names , reader is considered “weak” and “easy to manipulate” + an INSANE people pleaser , , Luca x Sock /j , little knowledge of chess ik , this is absolute ASS I’m so sorry , Andrew isn’t here b/c I gave up , grammar and spelling warning
INTRO
You've been stepped on and used your entire life, and it didn't help the fact you turned out to be a weak kiss-up either. But that was how you got by. That was how you avoided the worst outcomes and changed your fate for the better.
Your luck ends here though, as the harsh conditions of these "games" leave you feeble, but also delicate. He promises to help you, to keep you safe for as long as he needs to and to only do what feels necessary to protect you from the onslaught of horrors.
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✦— THE PUPPETEER ♟️ | A pawn created to be controlled by the gods above, a loyal piece to be sacrificed for “the greater good”. Although very talented, he is looked down upon by those above him. What happens when this ‘pawn’ grabs at the ropes that bind him to this role?
Matthias Czernin had always been neglected and disregarded as if he was worth nothing his entire life. “Louis” has always taken the spotlight and, even in this wretched manor haunts his every move no matter how many times he tries to abandon him. Fire and ash, he’s watched the puppet's death countless times now. And yet, he always comes back without as much of a scratch on his wooden body.
But then, he gets the chance to meet you, and Matthias doesn’t understand what he’s done to be graced with such a presence. The life he lived before arriving here shouldn’t qualify for this type of privilege. What god had crafted every wrinkle and twitch of your perfect body just to discard you this Alcatraz? It seems he’ll never know, but the Puppeteer will do anything in his power to save you from the wretched forces orchestrating these games. Even if it means getting dirty.
♟️| Matthias Czernin is an introvert at best. He strays away from large crowds and doesn’t start conversations unless needed to. But with you, he finds speaking like second nature. Easy, relaxing, and enjoyable. The Puppeteer likes watching the creases in your eyes appear and the smile you show to him. [He wishes it was only for him.]
↳ It’s not that Matthias couldn’t [communicate], more so he just struggles with the ability to do so. We never get any insight into friends he might’ve had/made, so it’s safe to assume most if not all of his time was devoted to learning the craft of puppetry. Not for his enjoyment, but rather for his fathers as he was seeking acknowledgment and praise from him. [his mother as well, though, it seems Matthias craved it more from his father.]
♟️| Matthias Czernin doesn’t realize why [yet…] he feels this indomitable obligation to keep you entirely to himself. The annoyance he feels when someone comes in between the two of you is unmeasurable to anything he’s ever felt before. So much so that he enjoys keeping a hand on you. It’s almost sweet, whether it be a pinky intertwined with yours or a harsh grip on your wrist.
↳ Either subconsciously or not, Matthias starts to cling to you as if his life depended on it. This tactic seems to work wonderfully for him, as your friends, old and new, start to greatly distance themselves from you. They’re sick of the looming, brooding presence that the Puppeteer gives off, and seemly leave you in the dark about it.
♟️| Matthias Czernin who yearns for your praise above everything else. A puppeteer who’s been controlled with his strings [for his entire life] eventually starts to forget what it means to truly be appreciated. The feeling of want, need, and utter desire sends Matthias spiraling. He needs more, and especially from you.
It’s a quiet, dusk day when it accidentally slips from his mouth. His head in your lap with the two of you alone and away from the world had to be something straight from a rom-com. So when a subtle, yet distinct noise that sounds like a profession of his love is ripped from his throat, he does his best to act like you never heard him. It’s only when you seemingly light up that he starts to think that maybe you reciprocated a bit more than he thought.
The Puppeteer is immediately up and out of your lap, and, from somewhere somehow is filled with the courage to continue where he left off. Yes, he thinks you’re better than everyone here. Yes, he doesn’t care what past actions you’ve committed to land yourself in here, he thinks you’re absolutely perfect. Yes, he would trap you and keep you all to himself if he could. Yes, he loves you. And yes, he absolutely adores you. Albeit, maybe a bit too much.
✦— THE “PRISONER” ♝ | Intelligent, cunning and corrupt, the Bishop is a worthy opponent and is always thinking outside of the box. However, jealousy runs deep through their veins. What’s the next step when they get messy and act on impulse? Breaking their picture-perfect persona in exchange for revealing their true self?
Luca Balsa was destined to be the next big inventor from the get-go. The Balsa prestige was always meant to be written down in history books anyway. So how did he end up here? With the blood of his old mentor on his hands, there’s no erasing what’s already been done.
And yet, a murderer with or without remorse is still just that: a murderer. The stings of electric shock stay as a reminder of the act that has been committed, and the Balsac name that will forever be tarnished. But there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. This time, it’s you.
♝ | Luca Balsa comes face to face with you during your first-ever match. You’re like a baby bird: completely and utterly unaware of the dangers that will soon show their face to you in only the most haunting forms. You’re scared, frightened even. Is this all just a nightmare? Will someone pinch you and bring you back to earth? It isn’t until the “Prisoner” lends you a helping hand that you realize that, no, this isn’t a dream, but a purgatory turned into your new reality. You leave your first match unscathed. At least, physically.
♝ | Luca Balsa isn’t blind to your shaken form, and who could? After a match like that, the tremble in your legs and the quivering in your speech can be excused [especially since it was your first of many!] So, being the kind, “aristocratic” gentleman he is, the “prisoner” lends his arm out to you as an invitation to dinner. You take it, and it’ll probably be the second worst choice you’ve ever in your life up ‘till now. [number one being you coming here, of course.]
↳ It’s almost scary how quickly Luca begins to stick to you. He keeps it concealed from most [including you], but others can see through his facade. They can tell an obsession is forming, and not a healthy one. [to be fair, none of his obsessions are healthy.]
♝ | Luca Balsa who, whenever you’re not looking, sifts through your belongings, keeping little mementos of you when you’ve been stripped away from his side. [It sounds cute at first, but soon you start to notice that some of your items have gone missing.] So far, it seems the “Prisoner” has pilfered a silver bracelet, a shiny stone, and a singular striped sock. You don’t notice it, but the bracelet is on his right arm covered by his black and white sleeve. The stone, in his left pocket [he considers it lucky]. And the sock? Well, um, yeah.
↳ Luca may or may not have been caught coming out of your room before. He plays it off giving an almost actress-worthy performance. He states that he’d “forgotten something and left it in your room.” Most fall for it, but others [more specifically Ganji & Naib] are starting to keep a closer watch on him. Little do they know, Luca may or may not be planning their downfall.
♝ | Luca Balsa who isn’t afraid to pull at the weak strings of your life, to manipulate the events for his desired outcome to be brought to life. And with you, an easy prey and an incredibly naive person makes his job just that much easier. Whether it’s him whispering lies into your ears or sending threats under the [dinner] table, he’s got you wrapped around his finger in no time.
↳ if you haven’t picked up on it yet, this man isn’t above approaching these situations with more serious accusations. He’s already got blood on his hands, what else is new? [don’t ask about the pocket knife he’s started bringing around now.]
♝ | Luca Balsa is anything but the quiet type when it comes to his affection towards you. His undying feelings for you already started strong, and his blabbering mouth won’t shut up about you. It’s beginning to rub others the wrong way.
Luca Balsa is the type to whisk you away [farther than he’s already done before] and to confess his dying feelings for you in a field of meadows, the action beautiful and strange whilst he presents to you a promise ring. The topaz center glistens and gleams in the golden hour, and everything looks straight out of a romance novel. Unless you knew where to look.
The shiny kitchen knife stowed away in the picnic basket speaks as a warning in it, and the glint of something gold—something like your grandmother's bracelet that’s been missing for weeks now— shines underneath his black and white striped sleeves. But the glint of hope, life, and pure adoration in his eyes has you fooled. Your rose-tinted glasses make every red flag seem a playful pink, and you stick out your ring finger as he graciously slides the piece of jewelry on.
The ring shows itself to you as a promise. A promise to always love and cherish you no matter the wrongdoings you commit [even if he believes you can’t do any] and to hold you so close it would bruise the body he worships oh so dearly. The ring shows itself to you as a promise to not let anyone or anything get in the way of this relationship.
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note: thank GOD they’re weird people out there like me who give chess pieces personalities. thank the people on the 2012 forum at chess.com.
↳ hi and hello everyone! it’s been a minute, hasn’t it. I personally NEVER thought this fic would see the light of day, but then again, here we are. I want to thank everyone for their patience and for all of the support I’ve earned during my time here on this platform. getting to write for people makes me so happy, and the notes make me giddy — especially when people talk about how much they liked the fic in it. I am so, so sorry this came out so late, and I’m ever more apologetic to all of my tumblr friends who had to deal with my…less than communicating ass. To the person who requested this, I’m personally hunting you down and letting you know this has been in the making since APRIL 9TH 2024. YEAH. [im kidding, it’s not your fault.] thank you all again for the unwavering support, and almost for 300 followers. LOVE YOU ALL!! ⸜( ˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́ )⸝ <3
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Matthias Czernin COa
General Relationship Headcanons: Matthias Czernin x reader
This is the first time I ever written something like this and shout out to my friend who gave me the courage to write on tumblr.
Being in a relationship with Matthias, you would need to have patience with him due to the trust issues that stem from his trauma.
ꕥ Even with his shyness, he likes to hold your hand. It gives him a sense of comfort and giving soft squeezes is enough to make him smile and wash his worries away.
ꕥ Usually, puppeteers make their own puppets to perform with. Matthias would make puppet versions of you and himself to tell stories with. He would spend more time on your puppet than his to make you more beautiful/handsome. Pays attention to every detail of you, so if you see him staring at you it's because he wants to get everything detail correct.
ꕥ He knows how to sew and make you new clothes from time to time. Puts every thought into sewing and proudly shows off his new creations to you with bandaged hands from the number of times he poked himself with the sewing needle.
ꕥ Gift gives like a crow. Matthias finds a colorful or shiny rock and gives it to you. Please ask him why he gave you the small trinket, it would make his day to explain his love for you in a form of a rock.
ꕥ Words of affirmation! Hearing compliments and words of affirmation will make him melt. He's already nervous and happy to be around you. He loves your company even if you two are together in silence. A simple "I love it when you.." or "I love you" will make his heart skip a beat, multiple beats.
ꕥ Matthias loves you very much and is grateful that you're so patient and stay by his side. You have him absolutely smitten.
i forgor again
i just want to say..im not that active on tumblr, so if you want to see my works more often, my twitter - k0waiku !<3
I'm going to kiss him
i just redrew the essence poster art of him init
I'd die without Matthias Czernin
nah imagine world without Matthias Czernin 🤣🤣😂
Identity V x Lawson collaboration is currently in full swing!
The Manor Convenience Store is open today as well 🎵
I wonder what the staff are talking about?
The staff are all different, but will they be able to handle the customers well? Let's take a look together!
(Read from right to left)
Narrator : There's a new convenience store in the manor!
Annie : Welcome customer~
Orpheus : So, protecting the smiles of our customers is of course opening up our own potential through the experience of serving customers... I hope everyone has a refreshing experience like this!
Annie : You talk like some sort of a store manager
Orpheus : I looks the most like a store manager
Annie : Wages...I wonder how much they are paid per hour...
Matthias : I want to eat fried chicken...
Andrew : It's so hot I don't want to clean outside...
Louis : I'm afraid of customer service
Everyone : I want my wages!!!
Naib : This convenience store makes me feel a lot of worldly desires and distractions...
Naib : There's not even a trace of freshness...
Norton : Can I work here?
Ithaqua : Your uniform is not included, no way~
thank you @dulcifiedjaws for your tags that put this mental image in my head
back on my bullshit
Me when I play him fr
this is how i feel when i use this ping as puppeteer
Imagine each new Matthias merch release Louis gets more and more uncanny
It's 100% just the proportions but HEAVENS HULLABALOO IT SURE MAKES HIM ALL THE MORE TERRIFYING
put that thing back where it came from or so help me
Hello! I've come across your post and was curious:)
Luca, Victor, Andrew, Matthias, Norton, Florian, Weepy x reader(not s/o) headcanons/oneshots/anyway you like but if I can be a little more specific, a shy/anxious reader?:)
The characters listed are just examples, you can remove, add, or choose whoever you want^^ I just like being a little specific but I completely do not mind with changes to your personal preferences. Thank you!!<333 Have a wonderful day💜💜
Andrew, Matthias, and Weepy With A Shy/Anxious Reader (Platonic)
(A/N)
Ofcc thank you for the request! I'll definitely make a part two with the other characters! i just wanted to make sure I got your request out in a short time!
Andrew Kreiss
-I feel like Andrew would do better with a shy friend. He likes being able to relate to them.
-But, if their anxious about something, Andrew will try to help them calm down. He'll try his best, using things that help him calm down.
-If anyone tries to make fun of them for their shy nature, Andrew isn't scared to stick up for them. He may have a generally shy deminer, but he can be mean when he wants to.
-In social settings, if they get overwhelmed, he takes them out of the situation.
-If their still kind of quiet even after he gets to know them, he's fine, just sitting in silence and enjoying his time with them.
-However, if they do get more talkative when he gets to know them, he loves listening to them talk for hours.
Matthias Czernin
-Matthias finds that he does better around other shy people.
-I feel like Matthias also gets anxious and quite easily at that. So he prefers someone not as loud.
-Matthias isn't very good at calming himself down, let alone someone else, so he can't help much during a panic attack.
-When they get closer to Matthias, he loves to talk about and show off his puppets.
-He tries to keep Louis away from them. He doesn't want him around since he is scared of him ruining his friendships.
-If their getting made fun of, Matthias won't really know what to do. I don't think he'll say anything, but their definitely not getting saved in matches now.
-Matthias will avoid most big social gatherings in general, so he'll 100% skip anything with them.
Weepy
-Weepy finds their shyness cute. He's just happy they want to be friends with him he doesn't care if their shy or not.
-If they have a panic attack, he doesn't really know what to do, but he'll try his best.
-Weepy loves listening to anything they have to say. He also loves talking If their not talkative.
-Weepy loves trying to make them laugh.
-If their getting made fun of, Weepy will comfort them, but he probably won't say anything directly. He'll also send them towards the hunter with his rocket.
-Weepy is quite anxious himself, so he relates to how they feel.
(Sorry if it's kinda short or not what you wanted 😿 feel free to give criticism)
i love this so much I'm gonna die
Hi there!! Can I req a Matthias x reader where the reader is very nice yet shy, and Matthias fell for their kindness but is afraid to confess cause he might lose them(who's the first and only person to show him genuine care)?
(But he's also bad at hiding his feelings)
Or maybe a scenario where he has a difficult time sleeping and finds himself impulsively knocking on your door— regretful of his actions but he can't back out now that you're standing in front of the open door, curious from the unexpected visit.
He's a new char so I hardly find any fics about him and I'm desperate💔 you can change the scenario!! I'm really just desperate uehdhsishd(╥﹏╥)
hi anon i LOVED these ideas! i tried to combine both of them into one, i hope it satisfies what you wanted!! ♡
falling slowly 🪡
Matthias isn’t one to act on impulse.
He’ll let his thoughts fester aimlessly inside him, hoping the darker among them someday fizzle out. He’ll watch precious chances fly past him, fearing the consequences of a risk taken too rashly. A missed opportunity is better than another tragedy. A guarded mind is better than a broken heart. But some restless nights drive him to desperation, and tonight that leads him to you.
He stands outside your bedroom door, arms stiff against his sides. He’s passed by this room countless times before, as the two of you occasionally walk each other back to your rooms. But never has he come here on his own, never without explicit permission.
He gingerly raises his hand, letting it hover above your doorframe. All of a sudden, he loses his words. What would he say? I can’t sleep, I need you to check for monsters under my bed? I need you to stay with me until I fall asleep? I need you to tuck me in? What a baby. He can already picture the look you’d send him: a smile that’s trying too hard to be polite, a shabby effort at concealing the judgment within. You wouldn’t turn him down directly, even though he knows you’d want to. Kindhearted people love to dance in circles before saying anything that might offend. He’s all too familiar with this game. Normally, your kindness is something he loves about you, but all he can do now is curse it under his breath. If only you were crueler to him, like most people are, then he wouldn’t have let his hopes inflate his head. He would’ve known never to even consider stopping by your room. He would’ve known to avoid this situation altogether.
His fingers close into a fist, and it’s then he realizes he’s quivering slightly. Louis wouldn’t have a problem in this scenario. That thought piques Matthias most. His “factory defect” has locked him in place yet again, and all he can do is swallow down the reminder of his incompetence. It’s just a door, for God’s sake.
He flexes his fingers one last time, glancing around as if worried someone might catch him. Then he strikes his fist. It’s a clumsy motion, rattling your door on its hinges, and his heart leaps to his throat. A courteous knock would have three raps or so, not the jarring thud! he made — nobody in their right mind would imagine that’s a welcome visitor, right? Especially not at this snake’s pit of a manor. He prays desperately for you to ignore that ever happened. In your position, he’d pretend to be asleep, maybe double-check that the door is properly locked. Surely you’d do the same.
Surely...?
“It’s open!” greets your voice from inside, entirely unconcerned.
Matthias holds his breath. Why are you leaving your door unlocked at this hour? But he tucks that thought away while he stares down at the doorknob. This is it — he’s trapped. If he turns around now, you’ll be left with unresolved fears of someone lurking around your room at night. Nothing could entice him to do that to you. And if you ever found out it was him? It’d be too late for apologies, and definitely not forgiveness. Right, so he has to answer.
Slowly, he cracks it open a fraction, afraid of peering anywhere but the ground.
“You can come in,” you urge. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to. Footsteps shuffle around inside, then the door fully swings open. “Oh, hi Matthias! What’s up?”
He only meets your face briefly, at your bright and curious eyes, before his gaze flicks back downward.
“Uh… sorry to bother you, I just…” He awkwardly grasps at his elbows, struggling to string together his intentions. “…I need you.”
. . . . .
There it is. His secret is out. He didn’t mean to let it slip, but that single phrase had been bouncing endlessly around his mind, as if they were the only words he knew. It’s the one thing he can confidently admit: he needs you. He doesn’t expect you to reciprocate. In fact, he’s certain you don’t. Nobody in their right mind would. That’s why he never ventured to say these words before. So when you respond to him with patient silence, as if waiting for him to continue, the entirety of his body freezes over. Maybe only a few seconds pass in reality, but that’s more than enough time for Matthias to fill the gaps. It’s a no — he knows it’s a no.
Your head tips slightly. “Sure, what do you need?”
The whirlwind in his mind slows to a halt. He remembers how he used to cough up excuses on the spot when trying to avoid you—sometimes you’d invite him for a meal or game of cards together, and he had convinced himself those were pity invites so he tended to reject them upfront. It stings less to avoid someone altogether than to endure feeling ‘tolerated’ instead of ‘wanted.’ But now he’s wracking his brain for an excuse to stay.
“I—I just wanted to see you.” It’s not a lie, but for some reason it feels like one.
“Me?” A look of surprise flashes on your face, warmth blooming across your chest. That might be the most forward thing you’ve ever heard from him. Stepping closer, you reach for his forearm, peering up into his face to better examine his strained features. Your free hand reaches up to brush aside the limp strands of hair shrouding his face. “Did something happen? It’s almost midnight—I mean, I don’t mind, it’s just so unexpected…”
The strength falls from Matthias’ shoulders. Out of relief, maybe. Or maybe it’s to brace himself for one last leap of faith.
“Can I stay with you…?” His voice is barely audible. You search his lone eye, staring back at you in its perfect hollowness. At some point, that blank stare has become a comforting sight for you. Your hand trails from his arm to spread across his shoulder. He remains motionless.
“Okay,” you say, softly. “Always.”
As you move to wrap both arms around his neck, you notice his body tense, and his brows furrow, subtly, in a clear attempt not to let you notice. The strain on his face catches you off-guard.
“Wh-What? What’s wrong?” Immediately, you pull back to search his expression.
“N-No, nothing—keep going.”
This time, it’s Matthias who draws you close. His arms weave their way around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. His face burrows into your shoulder, and it’s then you understand the weight of his visit, of his need for you. All you can do is lift a tender hand to ruffle his hair, feeling his pounding heart ease in your arms.
the second part to my fic series about matthias! what a guy.
Matthias checks the knives and forks three times each, then starts to prepare a simple breakfast. Bread without butter or jam, no milk or water. Ignore the luxury to focus on the essentials, practice what is necessary before you start to add frills to it. Setup, punchline. No need for wordplay.