#i started playing again today

[yourprettyboibutch]

Date idea: you join me in Drive World on roblox and I show my car off and drive you around, treating you like my passenger princess.

[kirby-the-gorb]

[robinfollies]

and we believed ourselves when we said we’d never be alone again 🌼🌈💖

[obsob]

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud!!

✷(print shop)✷

[butchvamp]

i already said it but it does really frustrate me how little agency Taash has and the more i think about it the more insidious it gets. again their entire story revolves around Rook making choices for them, and they're also consistently talked down to by other characters, even if those characters are depicted as being friendly or nice. Isabela treats them like a child despite Taash being a very accomplished dragon hunter with the lords (which we see, repeatedly, when fighting the blighted dragons! Taash is not a child), and of course there's their mother (at least this is intentional) and both her and Isabela go behind Taash's back to throw them in with Rook, without asking for their input. Isabela just assumes without even trying to discuss it with Taash separate from their mother, despite seemingly being aware of the two's strained relationship... and from there Isabela continues to make unnecessary comments to Taash whenever you visit the hall of valor with them.

even Flynn, the nonbinary grey warden you meet in the wetlands, condescends to them about the Qun when discussing their gender, and Taash isn't allowed to disagree with them (apparently they give Flynn a Look but ultimately don't press the issue) and Flynn is depicted as being helpful in this discussion. Rook lectures them about gender and their own culture; their entire narrative revolves around Other People telling them what to do and how to feel-- it's obviously meant to be Bad when Taash's mother does it, because she (the Qun) is oppressive, but otherwise the game seems to be fine when it's Rook or literally anyone else doing it, because we're the enlightened Good Guys, and Taash is just helpless and confused and so oppressed. of course, i don't think it's bad for Rook to discuss these things with Taash or give them gentle suggestions, and i don't even hate the potential gender discussion you can have with a trans Rook; and for the record, their mother does treat them poorly. but we can't ignore the way Taash's repeated infantilization culminates in the player being the one to choose their culture for them in the end, because..?

well, the game clearly doesn't think Taash is capable of doing it themselves. at one point Taash links the ropes they wear for the Qun to the ones the antaam used to tie down a dragon and "blight" them. even if i'm feeling gracious and say that Weekes really meant that womanhood & their mother's expectations are restricting, they actively chose to use the ropes of the Qun to make this comparison, and so are also implying here that their mother teaching them the Qun has tied them down and "blighted" them-- that the Qun has "infected" their thinking and is as bad as the blight (this is also implied in the previous discussion with Flynn). this is.... really racist. it takes Rook and their, again, "enlightened" (white) ideas about gender to get through to Taash, nevermind that the Qun has its own ideas around gender that just get shouted down or completely ignored. the racism here results in the narrative contradicting itself, considering one of the first things Taash says is "you don't get to tell me who i am" but... Rook does, in the end, because intentional or not the game is clearly convinced that a person like Taash needs someone from outside of their and their mother's culture (aka free of "blight") to come tell them what's best for them.... 🤔 hm! and while it's true you can choose for them to align with the qunari in the end, that doesn't mitigate all of the heinous and racist writing that leads up to that choice (and that the choice itself is racist. and you have to make it twice!)

of course we can say that Rook makes choices for all of the companions, this is true, but it's obvious that none of the other companions' choices are in the same ballpark, we aren't directly deciding something about their identity, and none of them lack agency to the same extent as Taash. we can even argue that they need Rook to explain gender to them, no one else ever has-- well, sure. the thing with Taash is that some parts of their story, when removed from context, are perfectly fine. i'm not criticizing the way Taash talks or acts or "does gender," all of which are things some people may connect to for various reasons (all of our experiences are different) but unfortunately we cannot discuss any of this without addressing the racism that is so thoroughly baked into every aspect of their character.

i criticized Taash for being "childlike" previously and that really wasn't the right phrasing-- i don't think that Taash themselves is childlike, it has nothing to do with them-- it's the way the narrative treats them, the way other characters talk down to them, how it takes away their autonomy & forces us to go along with it, and ultimately educate them and "save" them, and i think it's worth interrogating why Taash, of all the companions, is specifically depicted this way (it's racism).

[irishmammonagenda]

Belphie blinks at you in greeting as you slide under the covers with him, only humming gently when you hold onto him for dear life. Dark indigo eyes noticing with interest that you haven't even started getting ready for RAD yet---not that he was one to talk---the Avatar of Sloth merely gives you a lazy smirk and wraps his tail around you under the covers as you whisper a strangled out, 'hide me'.

He nods slowly, his throat feeling much too heavy, and he himself feeling much too lazy to use his words. A pale hand pulls the covers over your head, just in time too, as Lucifer bursts into the room, ruby red eyes shining like a wolf on the hunt.

"Have you seen MC?" The eldest asks, paying no mind to the usual sound of morning chaos coming from the rest of the house.

Belphie lets out a strangled, lazy, "Nope." all the while his tail tightens around you.

Lucifer shakes his head. Looking at the you shaped lump under the covers. Merely pinching the bridge of his hooked nose and sighing, "MC. If you wanted a break from RAD, you could've just asked instead of opting to hide."

You pop out from under the covers, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, Belphegor's arms wrap around you from under the covers, his eyes sleepily tracing the features of your face as you speak.

"Right.....yeah. Sorry Luci?" You tilt your head, the Avatar of Pride's eyes soften a fraction.

"Be sure to catch up on your schoolwork, we only have room for one academic failure in this house and I'm afraid that spot has permanently been reserved for Mammon." Lucifer says sternly, though you can see the faintest upward quirk of his lips.

"Aye aye Captain." You nod, sleepily saluting the eldest.

"Belphegor."

Belphie turns to look at his eldest brother.

"Just because MC has a day off school, it doesn't mean you have one. Your uniform's hanging up by your desk." The ebony-haired demon walks out of the room.

"...Diavolo fucking dammit."

[ra-vio]

this blog is 11 years old now 🎉

I drew the siblings ever to celebrate as usual

[themightynyunyi]

His.

[buglaur]

simself college fits

[saturnaous]

ingo’s a rubix cube kid and Emmet was a tetris kid

[moeblob]

I've been debating playing more RF4S so uh. Have he.

[vee-lociraptor]

so mad that im being this unwell about the malevolent cowboy au

[mamawasatesttube]

i wish it wasn't so normal for people to complain about unfinished wips or fics that take a long time to update. because sometimes i think i have a really fun idea for a fic but it'd take a while for me to write, and i like talking about my work as i do it and i don't like writing entire fics over like 20k without sharing, because i lose steam. so if i were to write and post that cool fic idea, it'd be as a wip. and then i think about all the people who just refuse to engage with wips, or all the other people who would just go "update pls" all the time, and of how people only really comment in the first 24 hours something is posted and then it's lost to obscurity, and then i just go "actually whats the point in going through the effort writing this out? i'll just daydream about it now and then and be done with it." and then i don't write it. alas!

[active-mind-15]

Alright, the big bro Oreshi and baby Bokushi fanart I said I was gonna make is here. Told y'all it would be cute. Bonus art under the cut!

Baby Boku finally got his turn. Fate would have it that he was very enthralled by the concept of the bubble pipe.

I enjoy making these two unlock their inner child through spending time with each other. Expect more of The Pookies™ in future art because I love drawing them together. 🤗

[Art related to my fic, Accidental Siblings.]

[fumifooms]

Coud you do analys about chilchuck's misogyny? Love your posts

Not something I expected to have a readymade post for hah but I’ve already made a post on the topic here, if you’ve read it already but aren’t sated sorry to disappoint but I think I’ve exhausted my thoughts on the matter

He’s soooo. To quote a friend I need to chew on him like a polly pocket dress

[dirge-requim]

lavinia lore ramblings

before the edible kicks in i've been typing for so long the edible kicked in an hour ago yay

homeworld: frontier world (from this mod) | origin: crime lord | triumph: feat of greatness | darkest hour: shadow of torment

she's a somewhat well know elicit xenos wares slash drug dealer who operated in/around/out of scintilla. well known because she, surprisingly, wouldn't cheat people or ever stray from her own set of morals and beliefs (which are heretical at best, in the eyes of the imperium, but she tries to be a decent person in her own way) and has maybe the tiniest bit of a robin hood-esque god complex.

she doesn't remember much, or anything, from before she was found by a crew running a deal. it's after an exchange with xenos went south and it's assumed she was a civilian caught in the crossfire. the best explanation, from what chiurgeons were accessible in the immediate aftermath, is head trauma. some were convinced of warp trickery being involved - anomalous somethings seem to always be in her wake. she's found wearing a ring engraved with the name lavinia. she has nothing, is nothing, so joins the crew that found her. she shows immediate skills, quickly running a crew of her own, but purposefully stays mid-level in operations and scale (she's capable of incredible feats but doesn't, nor desire, going to that effort - for what additional payoff?). high perception and coercion allows her relative ease in her operations

she has all she could want and the years pass by.

against her will, and with every effort to avoid, she's eventually brought into tensions between different organizations - her feat of greatness. she triumphs, by luck or skill she's not sure, all others cowed and beaten back. as much as she wants to raze all who are left - she's naive, and an iconoclast. this leads to her darkest hour. she's kidnapped, tortured. an amount of time passes, and she suddenly comes to with her captors dead around her (her body throbs in pain and bright lights dot her vision). she has nothing, is nothing - again. she finds her way back to her crew, is healed physically (this is when she gets her neck and fang augments), and tries to go back to what was. but having something, anything, to go back to has never been a luxury afforded to her.

she continues on however she can and time passes by - theodora seeks her out.

she awakened as a psyker in commorragh. it's jarring but makes sense of so much - why she's missing her memories before adulthood, how she escaped her tormentors - the spires of the dark city remind her of scintilla, in a way.

marazhai is not the first drukhari she's had personal dealings with. she's met enough to know how to stay on the safe side of interactions and conversations, but something about marazhai gets under her skin in a way she ends up craving. in commorragh, after aligning with marazhai for at chance escape, he taunts her. the haemonculus had enjoyed her, her body now a patchwork of amusement. "how does it feel, to be alive, yet wear so much dead flesh?" the first flash of emotion, since seeing marazhai again in the anatomical opera, flares through her. she winds around on him, throwing her shoulder into his throat and hisses in his face. her fang augments are extended, her chest heaves with adrenaline - an animal pushed to its limit. marazhai lets her - he's intrigued by the sudden intensity of her emotions. they leave a sour, tanginess down his throat that he craves (it's reminiscent of blood). when they escape commorragh he joins her retinue and decides he will indulge what curiosities the dark city created in her. the song i associate with them, and their whole deal, is mudshovel by staind btw.

she adores cassia. they have meals together, sometimes even tea parties - lavinia loves hearing cassia recount whatever she's currently reading.

she and kibellah have an odd relationship (their ghost aren't too different after all) but lavinia enjoys her company all the same.

she's genuine in wanting to help yrliet - at least someone can, hopefully, get back some of what was lost.

her relationships with heinrix an argenta are strained. she can sense a crack in heinrix she could wiggle in to, open his eyes to the inquisition's dogma, but it is hard and frustrating and she's pissed he can't see the obvious. argenta is worse - clinging desperately to her faith because she is scared, because it's all she's had. their beginning aren't so different and lavinia can't stand it.

things with idira are strained, mostly because lavinia worries her existence on the ship is a reminder of theodora's loss. idira is struggling enough and lavinia doesn't want to worsen it.

in the beginning things with abelard were tense, but her actions haven given him faith in her and her decisions to change how things are done.

while not a woman of faith, she respect pasqual's faith in the omnissiah and he's able to see reason when presented with factual data so they get on just fine.

her and jae enjoy drinking in the officer's lounge together - janris was able to procure materials for a small bar, made to be reminiscent of the adeptus amasecus. questionable traders with neck augments gotta stick together, right?