#one of them was her whole outfit and it looked like it was from an entirely different game

[mageofmadness]

◞♡ nsfw thinking about the types of porn you'd find snooping on their computer before you start dating caleb, sylus, rafayel

caleb 100% has watched step bro porn. wasn't even that really into it. unfortunately, that is what you found on his phone when you went to use it the first time. poor timing on his part, you let it slide, not really having a moment to confront him. second time, he really needs to start closing out of his browsing tabs or clear his history before passing you his phone because it's not step bro porn but a whole lot of povs and your hair color specifically being searched. come shots, a smidge of hentai before he seems to go back to his trusty creampies. lots of those! a considerate amount of anal that sometimes crosses into hardcore. everything is wet and messy. also some errant solo videos....actually, that's every single solo video from this one creator watched in one night in his history. your eyes widen at the size of the toys she's using. you're kinda upset, not really, but he'd later admit that they just reminded him of you if he squinted and he liked to imagine you as his own personal porn star.

100% plugs his phone into the aux at one point, and some girl getting her guts rearranged plays in the car at max volume. a shameful moment for him.

sylus watches porn on his computer like an old man, don't shoot the messenger. daddy kink...that's his achilles heel and you note/stash that aside for later. what a wildcard. you're surprised by the wide range this man has, actually. his search history, as you sit there at the computer and scroll and scroll, is quite extensive. no real notable similarities beyond his penchant to favor backshots, which...also noted. you see, at one point, he got four pages into the amateur tag before giving up, which is oddly heartwarming. gunplay is a given and you roll your eyes at that. creampie as well, although sylus seems to have only clicked on the videos which explicitly refer to it as breeding. noted. a smidge of bdsm but honestly nothing crazy and fairly tame for the tag. after checking to ensure you really are alone, no one else is in the base, you realized the common similarity here is that all the video are loud. whimpering and moaning, sylus goes less for visual, more for audio, you must assume.

you 100% bring out the daddy kink once you start dating and it must be the confidence in which you say it because you're caught red-handed for snooping immediately.

rafayel is the one into roleplay, but not like your average everyday roleplay, no. his browser history is incriminating to the most severe degree, going as far as outside his chosen porn site of choice to search up things like bunny going into heat or tiny bunny gets put into a mating press and bred. he’s just straight up searching that on google, and after digging deeper, seems he then finds himself on a website with all sorts of outfits. he would never admit it but the idea hit him late one night and he just really needed to see someone that looked like you with a fluffy tail plug getting fucked. bunny breeding, cat ears, going into heat, the classic pink thigh-high socks with the little paws on the end. lots of solo content, lots of fancy dildos that have you wide-eyed again. the crowning jewel is the oviposition videos, though, which...make sense after you take a peek at them. alright, you'll give him that one. the whole egg thing...lemurian...makes sense, but sheer amount of these videos is a bit much. the sheer size of some of the eggs is a bit insane. combined with the given breeding kink and the…egg laying…you feel a tad bad for finding out his not so secret, secret.

fortunately, rafayel has no shame, though he manages a bit the first time you dress up as a bunny for him. that's no coincidence and while bunnies don't lay eggs, per see, when you hit him with that line he comes instantly and is embarrassed after the fact.

also 100% uses twitter for porn too you just didn’t find that

[kats-chaotic-wonderland]

Hi, long time monster high collector here. I definitely like her design and the cultural elements, but one thing I would like to put into perspective a lot of the complaints are more about Mattel ignoring the community as a whole. At least from a collector stand point, I am not super familiar with the cultures they used for the details and inspiration, and I personally think she looks very pretty. I quite like the hand made look and all the details in her design. And as for the body being able to separate, I also think that is really cool. Basically I want to make clear I'm not complaining about her design because for a good amount of collectors it's not about her design or origins, as far as I've seen personally in the discourse.

From a collector perspective, mattel has had a long running issue with the collector dolls being incredibly expensive, like more so than is reasonable, and very low quality. Unfortunately for them they set the bar very high as older collector dolls had much more detailed outfits and accessories and were made with higher quality materials. The complaints about this particular doll and the majority of the ones that have come out before her in the last few years are due to the drop in quality with a raise in price.

This doll just two years ago would have been $30-45usd, and that was reasonable for a collector doll with her level of detail and interesting body. Unfortunately she's $75usd, and while I have purchased collectors in that range before they had more details on their outfits and accessories, and came with specially decorated stands. This one has a unique stand but it's just a basic black stand that's been modified.

They have been using cheaper material for clothing, like costume tulle and satin with those emoji patterns instead of patterns that actually fit the characters. Mixing that with the minimum details or paint of the accessories, and the fact that the over all materials are lower quality, even if the dolls design is mostly good it just doesn't justify the cost.

Comparing her to another doll with an embroidery pattern,

This Draculaura was an exclusive collector that went around $100usd if I remember correctly, but all of her details were actually embroidered. She had a unique body type that no other MH has had since, and came in a coffin display box, as well as inset eyelashes and a unique face sculpt with shimmering plastic. The new one is very pretty, but I feel like she deserves a better outfit pattern detail than just a bloody heart picnic pattern. I'd actually love it more if it had more of the hand stitching look from her wings and fan. I'm pretty sure they used a fabric they made for the Tiffany collector doll instead of giving her a new pattern for herself.

Basically, this new doll is beautiful, has a very interesting folk lore, and is almost hitting the mark on being amazing for a brand new character. But for reasons that aren't her fault, Mattel has dropped the ball for so long on pricing and quality its just soured peoples taste unfortunately. She's hitting a similar issue as Lenore Loomington, good design, price is too high.

I'm by no means agreeing with anyone who's been rude about this doll from a cultural standpoint, but I wanted to explain the collector discourse in detail.

Honestly I would have bought her at release if she were around $50usd, but $75 is just too much for the quality of material I know I'd be getting rn. I'm hoping I'll be able to get her eventually, but I can totally understand the irritation after so long of the community being ignored.

too many ppl who know nothing about Filipino folklore n culture r talking shit about my ate. she’s based off of the manananggal, which you can compare to the European vampire, if that helps you understand it better. although, i’m reluctant to mention that becuz some ppl, who choose to be ignorant, currently hold the view that she’s just an Asian-colored vampire mishmash monster. she is not. other than the fact that she manages to exist at all, here are some details i appreciate about her.

first, she has a face that looks like my family’s. that’s my lola’s nose. that’s my mom’s birthmark. shit, those are my uncle’s cheekbones. the headpiece features jasmine, our national flower. the translucent petals are cool.

second, you can display her in two pieces, split by the torso. its not just a “cheap gimmick” you ignorant pos. at nightfall, the manananggal severs itself in two, leaving behind a vulnerable lower half while its upper half hunts for nourishment - blood, raw hearts, livers, fetuses. the red fringe represents her dangling intestines, hanging loose as she flies after ripping her body apart. the string detail is on the skirt for consistency, but also, intestines are long as fuck? why wouldn’t they also hang from the bottom, assuming they also get split in half.

while we’re on the outfit, the top is an extremely traditional (Spanish colonial, ugh) style in both fabric and shape. i have attire that looks exactly like it, minus the monster high red foil pattern. the tiny, “woven” sleeve cuffs are a nice touch. the earrings and bracelets look to be woven palm too, but aren’t as effective in plastic. the bottom half skirt is quite a bit shorter than is traditional, and the heels higher. it’s a monster high doll.

most accurate would be barefoot, tbh. but you guys would riot, and again, its a doll. actually, the shoes reference a lot from Filipino culture. the heel is a coconut tree overlooking a kubo, a one-room stilt hut built with natural materials such as bamboo and palm, and specifically made to be remade as necessary. the sole is “wooden”, also an accessible material of which some shoes were made with. it is attached by braid to what looks to be a straw strap. also not unusual for a shoe.

her fan and wings feature embroidery, and if you look closely at the latter, you will see a thin and delicate flora design in between the spider web pattern. this is extremely reminiscent of calado, a type of traditional hand embroidery akin to lace that is difficult as fuck. a dying art, btw.

i didn’t wake up looking to ride this hard for a plastic woman lmao. but if you’re gonna come for her, it better be because of the fluorescent green in her colorway and not because you don’t know what you’re talking about. honestly, a lot of Filipinos are just happy to be considered and celebrated. “wins” like this mean everything. maybe it’s not good enough for your collection, but now you know more about my culture than you would’ve gone out of your way to. and that’s good enough for me.

[slutoru1207]

Invincible!Mark x Variants!reader imagine

As requested <33333

It had been a few months since the Invincible War, and Mark was finally starting to feel like things were settling down. The nightmares had lessened, the world was slowly recovering, and for once, he felt like he could breathe. That peace, however, was short-lived.

Because now, he had a whole new problem. You. Well, multiple yous.

The first one had shown up out of nowhere, confused and disoriented but seemingly harmless. The second had arrived only a few hours later. Then the third. By the time the GDA realized what was happening, there were six variants of you, all from different dimensions, all equally shocked to be here. And, worst of all? They only wanted to stay with Mark.

It wasn’t even up for discussion. The GDA had tried separating them, offering different accommodations, but every single one had the same response:

“No thanks, I’ll stay with Mark.”

Mark was losing his mind.

“Are you serious?” he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the multiple versions of his girlfriend sitting comfortably in the GDA containment facility.

One of them grinned. “Aw, babe, don’t sound so upset.”

“I—I’m not your babe!” Mark spluttered, pointing an accusing finger at her. He turned to you, his actual girlfriend, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching this unfold with barely contained amusement. “Can you say something here?”

You shrugged, smiling. “They’re me, Mark. I think it’s sweet that they like you so much.”

One of the variants—the one wearing a slightly different outfit than yours—sighed dramatically. “Like? Like is an understatement, sweetheart.” She turned to Mark, propping her chin in her hands. “Have you seen yourself? If I was thrown into a different universe and you were here, I’d stick to you like glue too.”

Another variant nodded. “Same. No way I’m letting this prime piece of Viltrumite ass out of my sight.”

Mark choked.

You bit your lip, hard, trying to suppress a laugh.

“You—you can’t just say things like that!” Mark spluttered, his face turning a deep shade of red.

One of the variants smirked. “Why not? I mean, it’s true. Have you looked in a mirror?”

“I—That’s not the point!”

From that moment on, Mark knew he was doomed.

The GDA eventually gave up on trying to separate them. Until they found a way to send them back to their respective dimensions, they were on lockdown, and Mark—along with you—had been assigned to keep an eye on them.

Which was easier said than done.

Because Mark couldn’t catch a break.

Everywhere he went, they followed. And worse? They flirted relentlessly.

“Mark, honey, you look so tense.” One of them leaned against his shoulder, tracing a finger down his arm. “I could give you a massage if you want~.”

He jumped away like he’d been burned. “NO.”

Another giggled. “You don’t have to be so shy. We’re all technically the same person—so really, it’s not that weird.”

“It is absolutely that weird!”

You? Oh, you were having the time of your life watching him suffer.

Sitting on the couch, you rested your chin in your palm, eyes twinkling as Mark shot you a helpless look.

“You could help me, you know,” he grumbled, arms crossed as he tried to keep some distance between him and his rapidly growing harem of you.

You shrugged, barely holding in your laughter. “And miss this? No way.”

The variants giggled, and Mark swore he could feel his soul leaving his body.

Things only got worse as the days passed.

The variants knew he was flustered by their attention, and they leaned into it hard.

One whispered in his ear, voice dripping with mischief, “You know, if you ever wanted to see what it’s like to have two of me at once—”

Mark walked out of the room immediately.

You cried laughing.

Every day was like this. Every day, Mark suffered through compliments, teasing, and not-so-subtle attempts at seduction, all while you sat back and watched the chaos unfold.

And as much as he hated to admit it, he was kind of getting used to it.

The variants, despite their relentless flirting, were still you. They were kind, funny, and weirdly protective over him—if anyone so much as looked at Mark wrong, they’d be ready to throw hands, much to his horror.

But they never stopped teasing him.

And honestly? You weren’t sure if Mark would survive until the GDA found a way to send them home.

[arilevenatz]

Whispers of Atravelle | 𝟏

Chapter word count: 6k

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over YN’s small but cozy bedroom. The sound of her alarm chimed softly, and she groaned before turning it off. Another normal day.

She stretched, rubbing her eyes, before getting out of bed. A quick shower, a simple outfit—jeans and a hoodie—and she was ready to head out. School wasn’t anything special to her; it was just a part of her daily routine. She had friends, got decent grades, and didn’t attract much attention. She liked it that way.

After school, while most students rushed home or to cafés, YN had somewhere else to be—the animal training center. It was a small place, tucked between a bakery and a bookstore, but it was her favorite place in the world.

“YN! You’re here just in time,” her coworker, Mina, called out as she walked in. “We’ve got a new puppy today. Super energetic.”

YN grinned. “Perfect. I could use some excitement after sitting through math class.”

She walked over to the training area, where a fluffy golden retriever puppy wagged its tail excitedly. The moment she crouched down, the puppy jumped on her, licking her face.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” YN laughed, gently holding the puppy’s paws. “Let’s teach you some manners, little guy.”

Her job wasn’t just about training animals—it was about understanding them, helping them learn, and making sure they found good homes. Every day at the center was filled with wagging tails, happy barks, and the occasional stubborn cat who refused to listen. It was messy, tiring, but she loved every second of it.

Her life was simple. No drama, no worries. Just school, work, and spending time with the animals she adored. And she was perfectly happy with that.

Or so she thought.

The evening air was crisp as YN pedaled across the bridge, the golden hues of the setting sun reflecting off the water below. It was a familiar route, one she had taken countless times before. The wind tugged at her hoodie, and she smiled to herself, enjoying the peaceful ride home after another long but fulfilling day.

Then, it happened.

A loud honk.

Screeching tires.

Blinding headlights.

Before she could react, a car swerved onto the bridge, coming straight for her. Her breath caught in her throat as panic surged through her. She tried to turn, to move out of the way, but it was too fast—too sudden.

The impact sent her flying off her bike. She barely registered the pain before she hit the bridge railing, the force tipping her over. The world spun as she tumbled through the air, the wind rushing past her ears.

Then—cold.

The freezing water swallowed her whole. The shock knocked the air out of her lungs, and she gasped, only to have water rush into her mouth. Her limbs flailed, but the current was too strong, dragging her down, deeper and deeper.

Her vision blurred. The muffled sounds of the world above faded.

The last thing she remembered was the endless dark blue surrounding her, her body sinking into the abyss before everything went black.

YN couldn’t feel anything for a while. It was like floating in a dream—silent, weightless, endless.

Then, all at once, a sharp gasp tore from her lips as she jolted awake.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up abruptly, her heart pounding. Everything around her was unfamiliar. She was lying on a simple wooden bed, covered in a thick quilt that looked handmade. The room was dimly lit by a single oil lamp on a wooden nightstand. The walls were stone, with wooden beams stretching across the ceiling.

She frowned. Where was she?

Her hands gripped the blanket as she looked down at herself. That’s when the confusion deepened.

Her clothes were… different. A long-sleeved, cream-colored blouse with delicate lace at the cuffs. A dark brown corset-like vest was fitted snugly over it, paired with a long flowing skirt. The material felt soft yet sturdy, nothing like the modern fabrics she was used to.

Her breathing quickened. This didn’t make sense. She had been cycling home, right? Then—then a car—she had fallen—

Her fingers flew to her head, pressing against her temple as she tried to recall what had happened. The last thing she remembered was the cold water swallowing her, dragging her down into the darkness.

So how was she here?

Her gaze darted around the room again. The wooden dresser, the small round mirror with an ornate frame, the neatly stacked books on a simple shelf. It all looked… old. Not just old—vintage.

Her stomach twisted.

This wasn’t her home. This wasn’t her room. And, judging by everything around her, this wasn’t even her time.

The door creaked open, and a woman in her late 40s hurried inside. Her eyes were filled with worry as she approached.

"Oh, dear, you're awake!" the woman exclaimed, placing a gentle hand on YN's forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"

YN blinked in confusion. Everything felt so strange, but she could tell this woman was genuinely concerned. Hesitantly, she nodded. "I… I think so."

The woman let out a relieved sigh. "Thank goodness. You had me so worried." She sat at the edge of the bed, smoothing YN’s blanket. "You should rest a little longer."

YN swallowed, still feeling disoriented. She had so many questions, but one pressed on her mind the most. "What… what happened to me?"

The woman gave her a soft, reassuring smile. "You fainted while playing in the garden. You gave us quite the scare, collapsing like that."

Playing in the garden? YN’s mind reeled. That didn’t make sense. She wasn’t playing—she was cycling home. She was on a bridge. She was—

She fell.

Her breath hitched slightly. None of this added up. Her clothes, this house, this woman—none of it was familiar. But for some reason, this woman spoke to her so naturally, as if she had always been here.

YN’s fingers clutched the blanket as she hesitated. Should she tell this woman she didn’t belong here? That she remembered something entirely different?

Or… was it possible that she was the one who was mistaken?

YN couldn’t just stay in bed. Something felt off—everything felt off. Ignoring the woman’s suggestion to rest, she carefully slipped out from under the blanket and stood up. Her legs felt weak for a moment, but she steadied herself and walked toward the door.

The hallway was just as unfamiliar as the room. Wooden floors creaked softly beneath her steps, and the walls were lined with paper doors, much like the ones she had seen in historical dramas. Her stomach twisted with unease.

She pushed open a door leading outside—and froze.

The world before her was nothing like the one she knew.

An old, grand house stretched before her, its curved tiled roofs and wooden pillars standing tall against the sky. The architecture was unmistakably Korean—traditional, elegant, and completely out of place compared to the modern city she had left behind. A wide courtyard spread out in front of her, surrounded by a low stone wall. Beyond that, trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves rustling softly. Flowers of all kinds bloomed along the pathways, filling the air with a fresh, natural scent.

No cars. No tall buildings. No power lines.

Her breath caught in her throat.

This wasn’t just some old house tucked away in the city. This was a completely different time.

Something was very, very wrong.

"What are you doing?"

A sharp voice cut through the quiet courtyard, making YN nearly jump out of her skin. Her heart pounded as she whipped around to see a woman in her late 20s standing a few steps away, dressed in a simple but elegant hanbok. The woman’s brows were furrowed in concern.

"Who are you?" YN blurted out, still trying to make sense of everything.

The woman looked taken aback. "What are you talking about, my lady? I am your helper."

Helper? My lady?

YN’s head spun. None of this was making sense. She had never seen this woman before in her life.

"What?" she whispered, her voice barely steady.

The woman’s frown deepened as she stepped closer. "My lady, are you feeling unwell? Let’s go inside. You shouldn’t be wandering around after fainting."

YN took a step back, her mind racing. This had to be a dream. There was no other explanation. But if it was… why did it feel so real?

YN couldn’t take it anymore. The air was thick with tension, and the woman’s words only seemed to deepen the mystery of her situation. She stood up abruptly, her frustration boiling over.

"Maybe just call a doctor!" she shouted, her voice raw with emotion. "I don’t need to be treated like I’m possessed. I need answers!"

The two women froze, exchanging another glance before the older woman nodded. "A doctor… Yes, we’ll call a doctor."

Within moments, the house seemed to settle into an uneasy quiet, and before long, a man in his mid-40s arrived, dressed in a simple yet dignified outfit, carrying a leather bag. His expression was calm and composed, but there was a certain seriousness about him.

"Ah, my lady," the older woman greeted him, stepping forward. "We have a situation. She—she says she cannot remember anything. We’re concerned about her health."

The doctor nodded, his gaze turning toward YN, who had barely moved from her spot by the bed. He approached slowly, his eyes scanning her with a practiced, almost clinical gaze.

"May I have a look at you, miss?" he asked gently, his voice surprisingly soothing.

YN hesitated for a moment before nodding. He knelt beside her, his hands light and careful as he examined her head.

After a few moments, he straightened and sighed. "It seems like a mild head injury. A fall, perhaps?"

YN’s breath caught. "I… yes. I remember falling, but everything else is… blank."

The doctor nodded. "It’s not unusual. Head injuries can sometimes cause short-term memory loss, especially after a fall like that. It’s nothing too serious. With rest and care, your memory should return in time."

Relief flooded through YN, but only slightly. She had wanted answers, and now she had one—but it only brought more questions.

"But… I don’t understand," she said, her voice trembling. "How did I end up here? Why am I in this house?"

The doctor exchanged another glance with the older woman, but he didn’t seem as concerned with her confusion. "For now, rest is what you need most. Your mind will clear up in due time. Just let your body heal, and everything else will follow."

It wasn’t the answer YN had hoped for. It was a vague reassurance, one that didn’t explain anything about how she ended up in a house that felt so out of place. But for now, it was the only explanation she had.

The doctor gave one last reassuring nod before turning to leave. "Get some rest, miss. You’ll be alright."

YN stood in the quiet room, the weight of everything pressing down on her. A head injury, memory loss, and a strange, unfamiliar world.

She had no idea how she had gotten here or what was happening—but she was determined to find out.

The hours dragged on, and despite the doctor's reassurance, YN couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped in some strange dream. Her mind was still reeling from the bizarre turn of events when the woman who had introduced herself as Jihan returned.

This time, Jihan came bearing more answers—answers that only deepened YN's confusion.

Sitting down across from YN, Jihan spoke softly, but with a sense of certainty that left YN unsettled. "I know this all sounds crazy, but I need you to listen. You were found unconscious in the garden not long ago, and when we couldn’t wake you, your mother, who you know as the one who helped you earlier, was worried sick."

YN frowned, still trying to make sense of everything. Jihan noticed her confusion and continued, "You are the only daughter of a well-respected priest in our town. Your father has spent his life helping people, healing the sick, guiding the troubled souls. He’s respected not only here but in the entire kingdom."

YN’s mouth went dry. "Wait… what? A priest? Kingdom?"

Jihan’s eyes softened with sympathy. "Yes. You’ve lived here all your life, in a small town on the outskirts of the kingdom. Your father has been the town’s spiritual guide for as long as anyone can remember. People come from miles away to seek his wisdom."

YN’s head was spinning. This wasn’t just some dream—it was too real, too detailed. She had never heard of such a kingdom, never known a priest so revered.

"And the woman you met earlier—your mother," Jihan added quietly. "She’s very protective of you. After all, you are the only daughter of the priest, and the town looks to you, too, for guidance.”

YN felt her heart race. "But… I don’t remember any of this. None of it!"

"I understand," Jihan said, her voice gentle but firm. "But I promise you, my lady, it’s true. You may not remember now, but you have always lived here, in this house, with your mother and father. We’ve all known you your whole life."

YN squeezed her eyes shut, trying to process the overwhelming information. This couldn’t be real. Could it?

She had to admit, though, that everything Jihan was saying seemed too specific to be a lie. Her mind still struggled to grasp it, but she had to at least let Jihan speak—she was the only one offering any kind of explanation.

"This is all crazy," YN murmured, rubbing her temples. "Either I’m going crazy, or I’ve somehow ended up in a completely different life. I don’t even know if this is real…"

Jihan smiled sadly, her eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and concern. "I know it’s a lot to take in. But you’ll remember. Everything will come back to you, I’m sure of it."

YN sat in silence for a long moment, trying to make sense of the world that suddenly seemed so foreign. She wanted to believe Jihan. She wanted to believe this was just some strange accident, a temporary lapse in memory that would soon be fixed. But everything in her gut told her something was wrong.

The more Jihan spoke, the more YN wondered if she was truly the person Jihan was describing—or if she had been brought into a world where nothing made sense.

As Jihan left, YN was left alone in the quiet room, the weight of everything slowly settling around her. But amidst the confusion and chaos, something unexpected stirred within her—a flicker of excitement.

A second chance.

Maybe, just maybe, she had been given a new shot at life. Whatever had happened to her, whatever strange twist of fate had brought her here, she couldn’t ignore the possibility that this was an opportunity—a fresh start, even if it came wrapped in confusion and mystery.

She leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing. "This is crazy," she whispered to herself. "This is insane. But… hey, I could be in a completely different universe, right?"

A grin spread across her face as the idea took hold. Was it possible she had somehow slipped into an alternate reality? A world so different from the one she knew? The thought made her heart race with giddy anticipation.

"Maybe I got transferred to an alternate universe," she muttered with a light laugh. "I mean, I don’t remember any of this. And I’m in a totally different world, right? Why not?"

She stood up, a sudden sense of freedom sweeping over her. Who cared if she didn’t have all the answers? Who cared if she didn’t remember her past life in this strange world?

"This is my new life now," she said, her voice full of newfound enthusiasm. "I didn’t just get one life, I got two!"

YN let out a loud laugh, her excitement bubbling over. She didn’t know how, she didn’t know why, but it felt like this was her chance to live again. And maybe—just maybe—she would make it count.

"YOLO," she said, the words coming out as a playful whisper. "Well, in this case, I didn’t live once. I got to live twice!"

Her heart pounded with happiness, the joy of a new beginning washing over her. The confusion still lingered in the back of her mind, but for the first time since waking up, YN felt something positive—something she could hold on to.

She wasn’t going to waste this chance. She didn’t know what this world held, or how she had ended up here, but she wasn’t going to sit idly by. She was going to live fully, embrace it, and maybe—just maybe—uncover the mysteries along the way.

This was her new life, and she wasn’t about to let it slip away.

After spending a few more days adjusting to her new reality, YN couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer. She stepped outside the house, eager to explore the world she had been thrown into.

And what a world it was.

Unlike the towering buildings and endless traffic of the city she had once known, this place was peaceful, almost dreamlike in its beauty. The town was built along gentle hills, with winding stone paths that led through clusters of wooden houses with curved tiled roofs. The buildings were simple yet elegant, their wooden beams dark with age, their paper windows glowing warmly in the sunlight.

A cool breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, mixing with the faint aroma of burning wood from the kitchens scattered throughout the town. People moved leisurely, dressed in flowing hanboks of soft pastels and deep, rich tones. Street vendors lined the paths, selling fresh fruits, handmade trinkets, and warm steamed buns. Children ran barefoot through the streets, their laughter ringing through the air as they chased one another between the trees.

And the trees—oh, the trees.

Lush willows draped over small ponds where koi fish swam lazily beneath the surface. Cherry blossom trees lined the pathways, their delicate pink petals occasionally drifting down like soft snow. In the distance, the mountains stretched high into the sky, their mist-covered peaks blending with the clouds. Fields of golden rice paddies shimmered under the afternoon sun, and beyond them, dense forests whispered with the sound of rustling leaves.

It was nothing like the modern world she had left behind. It was better.

The biggest surprise of all? She didn’t have to study.

There were no schoolbooks, no exams, no endless pressure to keep up with deadlines. Instead, she had entire days to do whatever she wanted. She would spend hours in the town’s parks and gardens, lying under the shade of a tree as she flipped through books filled with old stories and poetry. Sometimes, she would watch artisans at work—painters capturing the beauty of the landscape, potters shaping delicate vases, or tailors stitching intricate embroidery onto silk robes.

For the first time in her life, she wasn’t rushing. She wasn’t drowning in noise or deadlines.

She was just… living.

And she loved it.

Each morning, YN found herself waking up in a world that still felt surreal. The wooden beams of the house, the gentle creak of the floors beneath her feet, the faint scent of herbal tea that drifted from the kitchen—everything about this place was unfamiliar, yet she was beginning to settle into it.

She slipped into one of the pastel-colored dresses that had been carefully laid out for her, the fabric soft and delicate against her skin. The colors were always gentle—pale pinks, soft blues, muted lavenders—chosen, of course, by the woman who claimed to be her mother.

Her "mother."

That still felt weird to say.

YN had yet to fully accept this woman as her mother. Sure, she was caring in her own way, but she was also strict, always reminding YN to behave properly, to stay inside, to act as a lady should. It was suffocating.

And one thing was clear—YN wasn’t made for a stay-at-home life.

After days of playing along, she had enough. One morning, as her "mother" poured tea at the low wooden table, YN sat down across from her and got straight to the point.

"I want to go out."

The woman barely looked up, stirring her tea with quiet grace. "Out where?"

"Just out. I want to see the town, walk around, do something other than sit inside this house all day."

A sigh. "That’s not proper for a young lady."

YN groaned. "Proper? What does that even mean? I’m not going to sit here and do embroidery or whatever you expect me to do. I want to explore."

Her mother gave her a sharp look. "You know your place, YN. You are the daughter of a respected priest. Wandering the streets like some commoner is out of the question."

Oh, so that’s how it was going to be?

YN narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms. "Well, I’m going to cry until I throw up if you don’t let me."

Her mother set her teacup down with a soft clink, giving her a disbelieving stare. "Excuse me?"

YN didn’t blink. "I’ll do it. Right here, right now." She dramatically placed a hand over her chest. "I’ll sob like my heart is breaking. Loudly. And then I’ll get lightheaded and sick. Do you really want that?"

Her mother pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly struggling between frustration and resignation. "YN—"

"I mean it," YN cut in, straight-faced. "I will cry like my life depends on it."

A long silence stretched between them. YN held her breath, watching her mother’s expression shift between irritation, disbelief, and something close to defeat.

Finally, her mother exhaled sharply. "Fine."

YN blinked. "Wait, really?"

"But," her mother added firmly, "Jihan will go with you. I will not have you wandering alone."

It wasn’t total freedom, but it was a win.

YN barely contained her excitement as she shot up from her seat. "Deal!"

As she rushed to get ready, she grinned to herself. If throwing a fake tantrum was all it took, she was definitely going to use that trick again.

YN got ready in record time, slipping on her shoes before bolting for the door.

"YN!" her mother’s sharp voice stopped her in her tracks.

She turned around with a sheepish grin. "Yes, Mother?"

"Your hair."

Ah, right. That.

She loves to keep her hair open. And her long, wavy, luscious, black hair was too magnificent to tie up. Maybe that was too many adjectives but she doesn't care.

"At least braid it," her mother instructed, already turning back to her tea.

YN had zero intention of doing that. The moment she was out of sight, she dashed past Jihan, who was already holding out a hair tie.

"My lady, your hair—"

"No time!" YN called over her shoulder.

Jihan groaned, immediately running after her. "At least let me tie it back! You’ll look like a mess!"

YN dramatically gasped. "Are you saying I look ugly?"

Jihan nearly tripped over her own feet. "Wha—? No, I just meant—"

"Wow," YN huffed, placing a hand over her chest. "That’s really hurtful, Jihan. I thought we were friends."

Jihan gaped at her, clutching the hair tie in frustration. "That’s not what I—My lady, please!"

"You wouldn’t make a friend suffer, would you?" YN sighed heavily, shaking her loose hair dramatically. "It’s just so uncomfortable to have my hair tied all the time, you know? But I get it, I guess my feelings don’t matter—"

Jihan groaned loudly, finally giving up. "Fine! Fine! But if your mother asks, I tried!"

YN grinned in victory. "That’s all I needed to hear."

With Jihan defeated, they finally made it outside, the sun warm against their skin as they stepped into the bustling town.

"Alright," Jihan said, straightening herself. "First, we should stop by the temple and—"

"The market!" YN interrupted excitedly, already heading in the opposite direction.

Jihan stared at her in horror. "The temple."

"Yeah, yeah, we’ll go there eventually," YN waved her off. "First, the market."

"My lady, no—"

"Shut up, Jihan."

Jihan sighed in utter defeat as YN marched ahead, practically glowing with excitement.

This was going to be a long day.

YN happily wandered from shop to shop, her eyes shining with curiosity. Every little thing fascinated her—the colorful silk fabrics swaying in the breeze, the intricate jade jewelry glinting under the sun, the fresh fruits stacked in neat piles. The market was alive with chatter, vendors calling out their prices, children weaving through the crowd, and the smell of grilled skewers filling the air.

Jihan, on the other hand, looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"My lady, please," Jihan begged, nearly tripping over her own feet as she followed behind. "We were supposed to go to the temple first!"

YN barely spared her a glance. "Yeah, yeah, we’ll get there eventually."

"Eventually," Jihan repeated weakly. "Your mother is going to kill me."

"Oh, stop being dramatic," YN said with a grin, before stopping in front of a small bakery. The warm scent of freshly baked bread made her stomach growl. Without hesitation, she reached into the pouch of coins her mother had given her and bought a small pastry.

Jihan gasped as if YN had just committed a crime. "My lady, no!"

YN took a bite, savoring the soft, buttery flavor. "What now?" she asked, mouth full.

"You’re not supposed to have non-veg today!" Jihan whisper-yelled, looking around as if someone would arrest them.

YN paused mid-bite. “Egg?"

Jihan nodded frantically.

YN looked at the half-eaten pastry in her hand, then shrugged and took another bite. "Oh well."

Jihan groaned, looking like she was about to faint. "You are impossible."

Before YN could respond, a loud commotion erupted nearby. People gasped, a few children shrieked, and the market’s lively hum shifted into nervous whispers.

She turned her head toward the source of the noise, standing on her toes to see over the crowd. "What’s going on?"

Jihan grabbed her wrist. "It’s nothing we need to worry about! Let’s just go back now, my lady!"

YN gave her a blank stare. "Yeah, you go. I’ll check it out."

"My lady!" Jihan wailed, but YN was already pushing her way through the crowd.

What she saw made her freeze.

A large, aggressive dog had its teeth sunk into a young boy’s arm, its growls deep and threatening. The child, no older than ten, whimpered in pain, his face pale and tear-streaked. People stood at a distance, murmuring in fear but making no move to help.

The boy’s friends stood around him, frozen in fear. They wanted to help, but none of them dared to step forward. The adults weren’t much better—whispering among themselves, but too afraid to intervene.

But YN?

She knew animals.

A dog never acted like this unless it was scared. Something must have happened to put it in this state—whether it was pain, fear, or hunger, she wasn’t sure. But one thing was certain: forcing it away by brute strength would only make things worse.

So, without hesitation, she stepped forward.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as she moved closer. Some even tried to stop her.

"What is she doing?!"

"She’ll get hurt!"

"Foolish girl!"

But YN ignored them all.

Slowly, she crouched down and began to hum—a soft, steady tune, barely louder than the murmurs around her. The melody wasn’t anything special, just a calming rhythm, something familiar, something gentle.

The dog growled louder at first, its body tense and eyes wild, but YN didn’t waver. She kept humming, her voice steady, her movements slow.

Then, carefully, she reached forward and grasped the loose skin near its neck, applying gentle but firm pressure.

The dog thrashed at first, its grip on the boy’s arm tightening for a moment. YN could feel the tremors in its body, the frantic way it panted. But she didn’t let go.

"It’s okay," she murmured softly, her voice soothing. "You’re gonna be okay."

The growling turned into whines.

She continued to stroke its fur, her touch deliberate, comforting. The tension in its muscles slowly eased. Its grip on the boy’s arm loosened, then released entirely. The child scrambled back, clutching his bleeding arm, but YN didn’t take her focus off the dog.

"Good boy," she whispered, still keeping her grip light but reassuring. "It’s alright. No one’s going to hurt you."

The dog let out a deep breath, almost like a sigh, before lowering itself onto the ground. Its ears were still flattened, but the wild fear in its eyes had dimmed.

The crowd, which had been holding its breath, finally exhaled.

Jihan, who had been on the verge of fainting, let out a strangled noise somewhere between relief and disbelief.

Meanwhile, YN smiled, gently scratching the dog behind the ears.

YN finally turned her attention to the group of boys. Her sharp gaze swept over them, making them squirm where they stood. She had just calmed a violent dog with nothing but her voice and touch—she wasn’t someone to mess with.

"Did you mess with him?" she asked, her voice firm but not unkind.

The boys immediately looked at each other, shifting nervously.

"N-No!" one of them stammered.

But YN simply raised an eyebrow.

The boy gulped. His friends weren’t much better—avoiding her eyes, fidgeting with their sleeves, glancing at the dog that was now calmly standing beside her. The weight of her stare made them break in mere seconds.

"We—we were just playing!" one of them blurted out. "We didn’t mean to—!"

"What did you do?" YN pressed.

The boys hesitated, but the guilt was clear on their faces.

"We… we threw some stones," another one mumbled, barely above a whisper.

YN inhaled slowly, trying to rein in her frustration. "Some stones?"

The boy lowered his head. "A lot of stones," he admitted.

There it was.

YN let out a sigh, crossing her arms. "And you wonder why he bit one of you?"

The injured boy clutched his arm, guilt creeping into his expression. "I—I didn’t think he’d actually attack me…"

"Of course he did," YN said bluntly. "He was scared. You hurt him, so he acted on instinct. He didn’t know what else to do."

The boys shuffled awkwardly, their earlier bravado completely gone.

"He’s not a bad dog," she continued, glancing down at the animal beside her. His tail was still stiff, but he leaned against her leg slightly, as if seeking reassurance. "He was just protecting himself. If you had been in his place, wouldn’t you have done the same?"

None of the boys could answer.

The crowd was still watching, some murmuring amongst themselves, but YN didn’t care. She crouched down again, gently petting the dog’s head.

“He’s not the villain here," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "You are."

That made the boys flinch.

Jihan, still looking pale from everything that had happened, finally stepped forward. "My lady, we should go—"

"In a minute," YN replied, then looked back at the boys. "You’re lucky I stopped him before he did worse. Next time, don’t mess with animals unless you’re ready to face the consequences."

The boys nodded quickly, still shaken.

After everything that had happened, YN simply skipped toward the temple like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Jihan, on the other hand, looked absolutely exhausted. "I swear, my lady, you’ll be the death of me," she muttered, trailing behind.

YN just grinned. "But I saved a dog! Doesn’t that make me a good person?"

Jihan sighed, but there was a small smile on her lips. "Yes, yes, you did well."

YN felt a sense of pride bubbling inside her. She had managed to use the knowledge from her past life, and it actually helped someone—even if that someone was a scared, defensive dog. It felt good.

The temple was grand, its towering pillars and intricate carvings giving it a serene, sacred feel. Yet, as beautiful as it was, it was surprisingly empty. Only a few monks moved about, tending to incense burners and sweeping the marble floors.

YN followed Jihan inside, going through the expected rituals—bowing, lighting incense, whispering a small prayer even though she didn’t actually believe in any of this. But if doing this made Jihan happy, then she’d do it.

(Hypocritical, really, but whatever.)

Just as they were about to leave, a sudden shift in the atmosphere made YN pause.

A group of guards stepped into their path, their uniforms crisp and weapons visible at their sides.

Jihan stiffened beside her.

YN instinctively took a step forward, placing herself between Jihan and the guards. She glanced at Jihan, silently asking for an explanation.

Jihan hesitated before whispering, "They are the emperor’s guards."

That didn’t make YN feel any better. If anything, it made her more suspicious. What did the emperor’s guards want with her? She was just the daughter of a priest in some small town.

Still, she kept her expression neutral. She had nothing to protect herself with—no weapon, no escape plan—but that didn’t mean she had to show fear.

She straightened her posture, clasping her hands in front of her to seem composed. "Is there something I can help you with?" she asked politely.

The guard who had spoken before studied her for a moment before replying, "We witnessed what you did at the market."

YN tensed.

"You calmed a violent dog with nothing but your voice and touch," the guard continued. "We would like to know—do you have this effect on other animals as well?"

Ah. So that was it.

YN let out a slow breath, her mind racing. The emperor’s guards personally approaching her just because of that? Something felt off.

But she nodded casually. "I suppose so. I’ve always been good with animals."

The guards exchanged glances.

"Then," the lead guard said, "we request that you come with us. There is an animal within the imperial palace that requires taming."

YN’s eyes narrowed slightly. They requested, but the way they stood—their firm expressions, their unreadable gazes—it felt more like an order than a request.

Jihan subtly tugged on her sleeve, clearly panicking. "My lady, perhaps we should—"

YN gently patted Jihan’s hand in reassurance before turning back to the guards.

"Why me?" she asked, tilting her head. "Surely, the imperial family has skilled animal trainers. Why would you need me?"

The guard hesitated for a brief moment before answering, "We just think you'd do a good job.” The gaurd said, smirking slightly.

YN felt a shiver run down her spine..

YN really didn’t want to go.

Her life here was simple and peaceful—well, as peaceful as it could be, considering she had somehow woken up in a different world. But still, she liked it. And she definitely didn’t want to be dragged into whatever business the emperor’s guards had.

So she tried to refuse, keeping her voice polite but firm. "I can’t just leave today. I have a life here."

The guards, however, were unmoved.

"You will have time to gather your belongings," the lead guard said. "We will accompany you."

YN’s stomach twisted. That was just a fancy way of saying you don’t have a choice.

She glanced at Jihan, who looked seconds away from bursting into tears.

YN clenched her jaw. She was scared—of course, she was scared—but she knew that outright refusing would only make things worse. These were imperial guards. If they had orders, they would carry them out, one way or another.

So she inhaled deeply, steadied her nerves, and forced a small smile. "Alright," she said. "Let’s go."

The guards nodded, seeming satisfied with her compliance.

Soon, they were mounted on royal horses, riding back toward her home.

YN had to admit—despite the circumstances, the guards were surprisingly considerate. They made sure she and Jihan were comfortable, even helping them onto their horses. They didn’t push them too hard, nor did they act overly forceful.

Such nice guards… YN thought dryly. Makes me wonder what kind of training the emperor puts them through.

But that kindness didn’t change the reality of her situation.

She was being taken to the imperial palace.

For what, she still didn’t know.

And that alone was enough to keep her on edge.

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I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE 🫵 EEL BUTLER AND LION SIMP. Now that we know how you feel about their new idol fits, can I ask how does your OC feel about them? iirc she’s not a sona or self insert so her thoughts might be different than yours.

[Referencing this post!]

First of all, I think it's just really funny to think about Crowley having his students wear school-sponsored/mandated idol outfits and sing on stage 🤡 The opening story to the Blazing Jewel event confirms that Crowley’s having them do a musical live for an acquaintance of his who was impressed by their VDC/SDC performance. "It's good for your futures!" he'll insist. "And good for attracting generous donations and sponsors!" "No more complaining from you boys! Get into those suits, slap on your makeup, and I'll see you out there on the bright, shining stage!" ☆～（ゝ。∂）(The boys all grumble about how much they hate this asdasvufvyofqevyefabi)

Assuming that's the situation, maybe poor Miss Raven is told to assist Professor Crewel with making sure the boys are complying (since they're usually argumentative) OTL so she's rushing around doing makeup, adjusting their outfits, etc. She apologizes to everyone along the way--after all, it's because of her uncle that they're being inconvenienced 💦

Of course, Miss Raven does think that everyone looks good, (she especially loves all the shiny bits on the outfits, how they catch the light and sparkle) but she's still plagued by the guilt of knowing most of them don't want to be here. Makes herself glance away or stare at the wall if she thinks she's been looking at someone for too long; she knows that's awkward and impolite. She has to stay professional!

Jade would find it all amusing--it's different than the usual everyday, so he welcomes the change in pace. He plays along, behaving like the perfect little angel (excluding some teasing).

"... You seem awfully pleased about this," Raven remarks as she fiddling with some chains. They've twisted, and she's beginning to suspect he purposefully knotted them to prolong the time she spends with him.

"Fufufu... Well, it does take me back to my middle school days. Floyd, Azul, and I used to play in a little jazz band of our own. The contrabass, in fact."

She quirks a brow. "You? In a band? That's... surprising. This isn't another one of your deceptions, is it?"

He laughs, and it sounds musical itself. "Is that really so difficult to believe? Music is considered a precious gift to merfolk. Being able to share a song with the world means more to me than you can possibly imagine."

"Oh, is it? That's interesting. I had no idea that music held such significance to your people. Many birds share a similar sentiment; songs and special calls may be used to find partners, so it has more of a romantic connotation."

"My, how... fascinating." His mismatches eyes glitter with mirth. "Perhaps we are more alike than I initially thought."

She sighs. "... Please do not get ahead of yourself and focus on the task at hand. This performance needs your undivided attention."

Jade leans in, his nose and hers almost touching, his smile razor-sharp. "Then I do hope you whole-heartedly accept my gift to you, Miss Raven."

Leona's the opposite; he's pissed off that he got woken up from his nap to do what is essentially a friggin' PR stunt to make the school and the headmaster look good. Bitches and moans the entire time.

"You aren't making this easier for anyone, Leona-san. Certainly not for yourself," Raven gently scolds him. He's fighting with the buttons of his dress shirt, which strain to contain him. "I understand that this is an annoyance, but please bear with it for the time being. It will go by that much faster if..."

The buttons finally give up and come free. His shirt spills open to the valley of his cleavage.

Raven frowns, raising a hand to shield her eyes out of respect. "I'm not sure that's appropriate for our purposes."

"You're soundin' an awful lot like Kifaji, Canary." Leona shoots her a scathing glare. She balks, her resolve wavering. "I gotta breathe, don't I? And 'sides, if it's publicity the headmaster's after, he'll get his damn publicity."

Raven raises a finger, but quickly lowers it and clamps her mouth shut. It's not worth it to argue with him. He's cooperating for now, just nod and move on. "... Very well, so long as you get approval from Professor Crewel before walking on stage, it should be fine."

She spins on her heel to head to the next student--but a commanding voice calls out, pinning her in place.

"Not so fast."

A shadow falls over her. Raven dares not move.

"The headmaster, Crewel. I don't care what either of 'm thinks--but what about you? I need the little assistant's approval too, don't I?" Leona steps into view, tugging on the lapels of his jacket. "I'll need ya to appraise me real carefully."

[glittering-darmallon]

My Rooks Part 1.: Valrys Ingellvar and Canelo de Riva

Questionnaires behind the break

Valrys Ingellvar

1: Where in the Thedas is your Rook from? Nevarra City. However, they were likely born somewhere in the Deep Roads from Orzammar to Nevarra, but they have no way of knowing.

2: What is your character's alignment? Neutral Good

3: Race and class? Dwarf Warrior

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found? Does this mean where in the Lighthouse? They'd have picked up and relocated that mirror of transformation first off. They'd also likely set up shop on the second floor of the laboratory. It looked like there was enough space up there for a dwarf sized bed.

5: What emotion did they usually pick? Affable.

6: What companion are they platonically close with? Their best friends in the Veilguard were Emmrich and Taash

7: Romantically close with? Lace Harding (somewhere in the background proud cries of "That's my wife!" can be heard)

8: Who are they suspicious of? In the Veilguard? None of them. They consider them all like family. They are the kind of person to give benefit of the doubt at first. But once you lose their trust, it is gone forever. They were and are still a little suspicious of Morrigan

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction? Yes, very much. They love each and every Mourn Watch member, especially their chosen parental figure VORGOTH and loves Myrna like a little sister

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments? Nope. Not only that, they can't carry a tune to save their life

11: Weapon of choice? A maul. They really liked the one named Lawrence.

12: What is their orientation? I don't know if I have the right word for it. They're genderfluid but only interested in women (they love women so much). So I'm choosing to use sapphic.

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? They like fighting but not necessarily killing. However, they understand they live in a dangerous world and it's necessary sometimes. They will try to come to a non-violent solution whenever possible.

14: What hobbies does your Rook have? They like fashion and history. And the lack of finding the clothes they want that fit them right (this is me being mad that even the robes in the game had pants) had them teaching themself how to sew and make clothes. It's my headcannon that in the future when they and Lace get married, they're making their own gown.

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike? I've already mentioned Myrna and VORGOTH but they also like Viper and Antoine and Evka. It's not that they have anything against the other faction leaders, they just wouldn't want to hang out with them much. They really liked talking weather with Karash.

They did NOT like Shathan. Yes, they understand she was struggling to understand Taash's identity struggles and did the best she could, coming around in the end. But they did not appreciate her telling them that "Taash was rarely interested in men" while looking right at them (and this is when they were dressed in the most femme outfit I had access to at the time, and a full face of makeup. They were serving looks) and never apologized for that. That whole conversation made them want to break things.

And they really hated Mythal (only time I've fought her so far).

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas? They love nuggalopes. It is a life dream to own one for a mount and or pet

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? Yes. They love to learn. My plan for Valrys and Lace post-game is to go on journeys to find and compile Dwarven history into a compendium

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric? Killing every Venatori that dared entering the Necropolis and helping VORGOTH with the hauntings they discover

19: How do you think they'll meet their end? By trying to reason with the wrong person instead of just fighting them

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him? They reluctantly sided with him. But they weren't happy about it.

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability? Deadly ground and Reaper. That Spirit Storm ultimate was amazing

22: What languages is your character fluent in? Other than Trade? Nevarran and somewhat fluent in Orzammar Dwarven but that's self-taught and hard to practice back home (they found a book)

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis? Smash so many things.

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife? Yes. They grew up around spirits. They know there is more.

25: What specialization best represents your Rook? Reaper no question...However, if berserker had been an option....

26: What animal best represents your Rook? An elephant: Strong, smart, protective of their own, great memory and generally pleasant unless you wrong them them they're gonna remember forever and make sure future generations know about it.

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard? As much as they liked it and working with the watchers, the Necropolis was starting to feel claustrophobic

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader? Yes. They were trusted with the job and they take it seriously. They have enjoyed bringing everyone together and helping people

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why? They'd probably enjoy being a Veil Jumper even though they're not magical. The history they'd get to learn about would fascinate them. They would absolutely refuse to wear those outfits. "No. They do nothing for my figure. I look like a lump of mud. Absolutely not"

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

Aside from the fact they're just so good looking? I love how they just let themself feel whatever emotion it is they're feeling. They repress nothing. They're highly emotionally intelligent.

---------------- Canelo de Riva

Where in the Thedas is your Rook from? Born in Seleny, moved to Treviso at approx.16

2. What is your character's alignment? Hard to say. Likely a true neutral of the "heroic neutral" variety.

3. Race and class? Elf rogue, veil ranger

4. If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found? In the Wolf's Den

5. What emotion did they usually pick? Stoic

6. What companion are you platonically close with? He was bff's with Davrin and Harding (yeah I know. Why did I choose to hurt him like that?)

7. Romantically close with? Lucanis

8. Who are they suspicious of? He didn't trust Solas, Illario, and Invenci right from the get go

9. Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction? For the most part. He is close with Viago and the real reason he was sent away from Treviso was for his safety. Canelo suffered a psychotic break thinking he'd found Antaam member responsible for killing his siblings and just went ham on them. Wasn't even aware of what he'd done until Viago told him. He likes Teia a lot as well. They do each other's hair.

10. Are they proficient in playing any instruments? Nope.

11. Weapon of choice? Longbow specifically the dauntless greatbow he named Jugular (his preferred place to shoot a target)

 12. What is their orientation? Bisexual greyromantic

13. What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it? A job is a job, and being an assassin pays better than being a prostitute did.

14. What hobbies does your Rook have? He enjoys making his own arrows, including the knapping of arrowheads when he can find appropriate stone. He likes dancing and making beads for hair or jewelry too

15. What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike? As stated above, Viago is very important to him, like an older brother, Teia too. But he likes Tarquin quite a lot, and they both grew up in a lower socioeconomic class. He is to no surprise no big fan of Illario. "I don't care if he's like your brother, mio cuore. He tried to kill you, had you imprisoned in a place where they tortured you. I am never going to like him." He is also no fan of the First Warden

16. Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas? Dracolisks. He thinks they're awesome. "Lucanis, if you were ever thinking about getting me an extravagant gift...get one of these."

17. Do they enjoy life as an adventurer? He is the kind of guy who would have been happy earning an honest living as a hunter and continuing to raise his little brother and sister and being left alone, but life had other ideas. Adventuring really isn't for him.

18. What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric? He'd love to say still working for the Crows, but he is fairly sure Viago would have made him find other work outside Treviso. It was clearly not doing his mental health any favors, and the city was slowly killing him

19. How do you think they'll meet their end? Likely the way most Crows seem to. In a power grab

 20. Would they side with Solas or fight him? Oh he fought him. Every tragedy in Canelo's life could be traced back to Solas giving Corypheus that orb.

The orb explodes and opens the breach

Demons pour out of fade rifts

His parents are killed by demons on their way to Treviso to collect a shipment of spices to sell at their store.

Canelo is too young and doesn't have the brain for running the store, and it goes under. He and his two year old twin siblings lose the house and end up living in a hunter shack in the Tellari Swamps near Seleny. They do okay for about 2 years

Zenzera gets sick, and Canelo has to sell everything but the clothes on their backs and steal the rest of the gold to get them to a special healer in Treviso.

He cannot find a safe job that will let him bring a pair of four year olds along with.

Ends up becoming a sex worker to feed them, but never makes enough to get them off the street

A noble who had been tossed from the brothels for being too violent with the workers their decides to just quit paying for it and assaults Canelo.

This noble that Canelo kills in self-defense was Viago's contract. This results in Canelo joining the Crows.

The three of them are doing okay for a while.

Then the Antaam, who broke away from the Qun after the events of Tresspasser (Thanks again, Solas) invade Treviso.

Antam raid the market where Zenzera and Zafferano are shopping with some fledglings and are killed.

Canelo falls into a spiral of depression, PTSD, and heavy drinking until the above mentioned psychotic break happens and he snaps, killing those two dozen Antaam and wrecking the big plan that had been in the works.

ERGO- SOLAS AND HIS PERPETUAL FAILURES RUINED CANELO'S LIFE. THEREFORE, THERE WAS NO PEACEFUL RESOLUTION TO SOLAS' STORY.

 21. What is your Rook's favorite ability? Hurricane of Blades and Storm's Path

22.  What languages is your character fluent in? Trade obviously, but Antivan and Rivaini with conversational knowledge of Qunlat and Tevene. He's fairly good at picking up languages. Davrin and Bellara teach him Elvhen when they can.

23. What do they do after an absolute crisis? Go hide on the island with the laser that is floating above the Lighthouse Courtyard and have a good breakdown where no one can see it.

24.  Does your character believe in the afterlife? He wants to, but he's afraid that if it's real, he'll go somewhere other than where his family is. Or if he finds them, they will hate him for the choices he made in life

25. What specialization best represents your Rook? He took Veil Ranger, because it was bow focused, and that suits him just fine

26. What animal best represents your Rook? Jaguar- Quiet until they're not, death from above, solitary, master of tactical retreat (Canelo's tactical retreats come when his emotions are too big for him and he needs a safe place to hide and process them)

 27. What was their life like before the events of Veilguard? See the answer to number 20. It wasn't all bad. The first few years with the Crows were great. For the first time in over 5 years they all had enough to eat. When Canelo became a full Crow, he quickly earned a name for himself for being quick and efficient from far away, his contracts never even knowing he was there. Once the Antaam invaded though, it all fell apart

28. Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader? Yes, but he'd really rather not be the leader. Someone has to do it though

29. If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why? He'd make a good Shadow Dragon.

30. What's your favorite thing about your Rook? He's resilient. He's been served a tragedy buffet and yet, still going. Plus, underneath the stony and or sad exterior he's a lovable person who will lavish his loved ones with affection. Even ones who would REALLY rather he didn't (Viago).

Rook Questionnaire

inspired by @cassieuncaged's BG3 Character Development Questions but for Rook instead!

1: Where in the Thedas is your Rook from?

2: What is your character's alignment?

3: Race and subclass?

4: If your Rook was a companion, where would they be found?

5: What emotion did they usually pick?

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

7: Romantically close with?

8: Who are they suspicious of?

9: Does your Rook get along with their chosen Faction?

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

11: Weapon of choice?

12: What is their orientation?

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

14: What hobbies does your Rook have?

15: What NPCs do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Thedas?

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

18: What would your Rook be doing if they weren't recruited by Varric?

19: How do you think they'll meet their end?

20: Would they side with Solas or fight him?

21: What is your Rook's favorite ability?

22: What languages is your character fluent in?

23: What do they do after an absolute crisis?

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife?

25: What specialization best represents your Rook?

26: What animal best represents your Rook?

27: What was their life like before the events of Veilguard?

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

29: If you could choose a different faction for your Rook, which one would they have joined and why?

30: What's your favorite thing about your Rook?

[utsukurou]

The best thing that a SAT student can do for Mizuki is to write a 6 paragraph essay !!

Why Mizuki Akiyama is a transgender woman- an essay

  The arguments on Mizuki’s unconfirmed gender is endless, usually divided in two sides. One of the sides insist that Mizuki is just a man who likes feminine clothing, and that it is further clarified by her most recent character event. However, many people deem those claims as disrespectful and untrue, including myself. I will now explain why Mizuki is not a man, and specifically transfem.

 Firstly, Mizuki’s self-expression is that of a typical trans woman’s. From many of her scenes in the game, she is shown to enjoy traditionally feminine things, and dress in feminine clothing. People might claim that her preferences does not decide her gender- and while it is true that aesthetics and clothing styles has nothing to do with someone’s identity, further evidence on this behalf exists. Mizuki is not only shown to enjoy ‘girlish’ things, but she is also shown to feel comfortable as a whole while presenting herself in a feminine way. This is often the case for most transfem people, who also enjoy presenting themselves as feminine. This is because it validates their desire to be accepted by society as who they really are- a woman.

 Secondly, there are multiple design-wise hints related to her identity. The most common one found is from her first casual outfit, in which she wears a blue dress, aligning with her pink hair, and eventually making them the trans flag colors. Many of her cards also have colors of the transgender flag in them. One of its prime examples is her 4-star card in the mixed event, ‘You Are My HERO’, in which she is seen in a blue-themed room but with a pink tint. Furthermore, in her unit’s respective Journey To Bloom animated clip, the online profile pictures of the members were revealed. Mizuki’s profile picture was shown to have a blue outline with pink laces, which are also colors taken from the transgender flag. 

 Third, there are several symbolisms in her room that proves her identity. Her room in the past mostly consisted of blue, which is known to be a traditionally masculine color. The mirror in her room is also covered up, which is often thought of to symbolize how she felt uncomfortable looking at herself in the mirror. This is all a result of gender dysphoria, something that many other transgender people go through. But her current room consists of mostly pink, which is a color traditionally associated with femininity. This may symbolize that she is beginning to feel more comfortable while expressing herself. The mirror in her room, which was formerly hidden away, is no longer done so. This might show that she is no longer afraid to look at herself in the mirror, as she feels more confident and reassured with her identity.

 In addition, the pronouns usages in-game further supports this point. The first example for this point is Rui’s way of addressing her. Rui usually addresses others with the Japanese suffix ‘-kun’, which is often used for men. He even uses this towards women, but with the exception of Mizuki. This is because he knows that she would feel uncomfortable being addressed with a masculine term. In the past, he also used ‘-kun’ on her like he did with everyone else, but this was before he found out about her identity. Furthermore, Mizuki’s first-person pronouns are ‘boku’. It is often known to be a masculine pronoun, but it is actually one of the few gender-neutral pronouns in the language. It is thought that she uses this on herself because, even though she is starting to accept herself, her overall confidence is still growing. In short, she simply does not feel reassured enough to use a completely feminine term on herself.

 In conclusion, many elements in the game, such as the self-expression, design and symbolism hints, and the pronouns usage, strongly implies that Mizuki is a trans woman, and because of this, it would be insensitive to the transgender community to call her a man or call her by ‘he’ or ‘him’. I truly hope that after reading this essay, more people are able to realize the things that SEGA does not say directly, and is able to provide further support to the people that Mizuki represents.

[tonysbed]

Die for you (5) | OP81

Oscar Piastri x singer!reader

summary: It wasn’t oscar’s plan to be the one to fix your reputation and spice up his, yet here he is and..have your eyes always looked so..radiant and beautiful?

warnings:

not proofread

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f1gossip

f1gossip Oscar Piastri was spotted this Thursday with Pop star Yn Yln. The pair was spotted looking all cosy in a restaurant and left together. What do we think of this new possible wag?👀

user she’s such a red flag honestly

user oscars outfit??😍

user he looks so bored 💀

user that’s his normal face wydm

user so cuteee

user this confirmation that they’re together, right?

user they both live in monaco, she has shows in melbourne this weekend so no shook she’s here and they could be friends

user me on my highest delusion

user he’s gonna get fucked over so bad by her

user how would you know??

user have you seen her reputation?💀

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The restaurant is dimly lit, the kind of upscale but cozy place that exudes exclusivity. The hum of conversation blends with soft music, and the faint scent of something rich and buttery lingers in the air.

You and Oscar are seated near the window—strategically, of course. A perfect spot for accidental public sightings. Close enough to be noticed, far enough to not look like you’re trying to be noticed.

You swirl your wine glass lazily, glancing across the table. “So, are we supposed to look deeply in love, or just casually date-night cute?”

Oscar, already picking at the breadbasket, shrugs. “Somewhere in between. We need to sell it, but I refuse to be that couple.”

You smirk. “Awww, you don’t want to stare into my eyes like I’m your whole world?”

He levels you with a flat look. “I’d rather retire early.”

You laugh, resting your chin in your hand. “Fine. So, a little effortless chemistry, a few well-timed smiles, and maybe one of those ���we’re in our own little world’ moments?”

Oscar exhales like this conversation is slowly draining his will to live. “You put way too much thought into this.”

You grin. “You should be grateful. This is what’s keeping people interested.”

He rips off a piece of bread, eyeing you. “And here I thought they were just here for my racing skills.”

“Nah. People love a little mystery. And let’s be real—you’re not exactly known for giving the media much to work with.”

Oscar tilts his head slightly, considering that. “So what, I’m using you for entertainment value?”

You smirk, leaning in slightly. “And I’m using you for headlines. Mutual benefits, Piastri.”

He shakes his head with a small smile. “Glad we cleared that up.”

Just then, a flicker of movement catches your eye from across the restaurant. A couple of people at another table, stealing glances your way. And, just like clockwork, someone casually lifts their phone, not so subtly taking a photo.

Oscar follows your gaze, then sighs, reaching for his drink. “Here we go.”

You smirk. “Showtime.”

You lean in slightly, just enough to make it look intimate, laughing softly at something he definitely didn’t say. Oscar catches on quickly—he doesn’t move away, just holds your gaze a second longer than usual, letting a small smirk tug at the corner of his mouth.

Just enough to give them something.

You pick up your wine again, taking a slow sip. “Think that was convincing?”

Oscar exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

You flash him a grin. “And yet, here we are.”

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yn

liked by oscarpiastri, zendaya, mclaren and 2m others

yn melbourne n1 you were amazing! Think you can beat them, n2?

user OSCAR WAS THERE

user mother is mothering

zendaya 😍

sabrinacarpenter marry me

yn yes 💍

sabrinacarpenter 🥹🤭🤭

user did anyone take pictures of oscar?

user @/f1gossip posted some

user thanksss

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f1gossip

f1gossip Oscar Piastri at Yn Yln concert in Melbourne last night!! The last conformation we need is her showing up in the paddock on sunday 👀

user omggg

user no my husband 😞✋

user they could be friends, come on

user may this love find me

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Sunday morning in Melbourne is bright and buzzing with anticipation. The energy in the air is different—more intense, more electric. You can hear the distant sounds of the city waking up outside the hotel window as you rummage through your suitcase, trying to decide what to wear.

Oscar is sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed in his McLaren polo, scrolling through his phone like he has all the time in the world. You, on the other hand, are flipping between outfit options, holding up different combinations in front of the mirror.

“Is this too much?” you ask, holding up an orange top.

Oscar glances up, barely sparing it a second before going back to his phone. “Looks fine.”

You frown. “‘Fine’ isn’t helpful, Piastri. I need to find the balance between ‘supportive girlfriend’ and ‘effortlessly cool.’”

He exhales, finally setting his phone down. “You could show up in a trash bag, and people would still think it’s some sort of high-fashion statement.”

You grin. “So you do think I’m fashionable.”

Oscar groans. “I’m not answering that.”

You toss a hoodie at him, shaking your head. “Hopeless.”

As you go back to sorting through your options, Oscar leans back on his elbows. “So, do I get a review of my concert appearance on Friday, or are we pretending that didn’t happen?”

You smirk, glancing at him through the mirror. “Oh, you want a review?”

“Not particularly, but I feel like I’m getting one either way.”

You turn around, arms crossed. “You actually showed up. I’ll admit, I had my doubts.”

Oscar tilts his head. “You invited me.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.”

He shrugs. “Well, I did. And you weren’t terrible, so that’s a plus.”

You gasp, feigning offense. “‘Not terrible’? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Oscar smirks. “Fine. It was good. You were good. The fans screaming when they saw me? Less good.”

You laugh. “That was honestly the highlight of my night.And the plan, not to mention ”

“Of course it was and I know.“

You shake your head, finally settling on a McLaren jacket over a casual outfit. “Well, thanks for coming, anyway. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

Oscar stands, rolling his shoulders. “Right. And all you have to do is sit in a VIP section, look vaguely interested, and not start any drama.”

You smirk. “Can’t make any promises on that last one.”

He sighs. “Figured.”

You grab your phone, glancing at the time. “We should head down soon. Ready?”

Oscar gives you a once-over, then nods. “Yeah. Just—try not to be too distracting in the garage.”

You grin, tossing your hair over your shoulder dramatically. “No promises.”

As you both head for the door, you nudge him lightly. “Just don’t crash trying to impress me.”

Oscar scoffs, shaking his head. “Trust me, that is not going to be the problem.”

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nothing to add to this part, just that I need an oscar home win 🧚 (I forgot, we move in silence) JACK HOME WIN

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Adam: Try and get some sleep while I’m at work ok?

Lucifer: Addy, my dear sweet dove, tonight is the night. Everything has to be absolutely perfect when everyone comes over. Especially for your mother and sister.

Adam: Babe trust me you’ve done enough. They are going to love it.

Lucifer sighed tiredly: Perhaps you’re right…wait a minute it’s Sinsmas and I’m the sin of pride! I don’t have to listen to you. This party will be the best damn one that any of them ever dreamed of going to!

Adam gave him a dark look: Take. A. Nap!

Lucifer gulped: …Yes sir.

Adam’s face brightened as he gave him a kiss: Good, (turns to the ground and claps for his daughter) Cmon sweetie, come give Mama a kiss!

Charlie smiled and wiggled her way over. Adam picked her up and gave her a big fat kiss on her red cheek.

Adam: Be good for daddy Char.

He placed her in the playpen making sure her favorite show was on before heading off to work.

—

In AAA headquarters the entire building was filled to the brim with festive decorations. Each one representing the seven sins. When Adam stepped in everyone was in the holiday spirit.

Belphegor was taking a nap on the couch, snoring quite loudly. She even had a neck pillow and

Beelzebub was eating a mountain of fast food in the break room. While drowning herself in as much booze as possible.

Mammon had a bag of money wrapped against chest in an infant carrier. While he greedily counted the money from another bag beside him.

Leviathan’s two heads were going at with each other. Both snapping at each other about some nonessential stuff that he guessed was who stole what outfit from the other.

Adam couldn’t see Asmodeus or Satan but from what he heard in the bathroom on the way here sounds like Fizz was in the office. That just left the dear old king.

Adam: Hey Mam, where’s the boss?

He was answered by Satan and Yogirt stumbling out of the office play fighting.

Yogirt: Your such a butt face!

Satan: Well you’re a cute little weirdo!

Yogirt: You snore all the time!

Satan: And you smell!

The smaller demon giggled as they both rolled around the floor. Satan making sure that he was unharmed the whole time. When they finally stopped Satan had Yogirt pinned down as his arms caged him.

The king of Hell moved to kiss but was surprised by a scratch his nose.

Yogirt: Hehe, happy Sinsmas your majesty.

Satan: Happy Sinsmas Darlin’.

The two then moved in together for a kiss, a real kiss. Adam had never felt so much joy for his brother as he did now.

Too bad the moment was ruined by a client.

A large, tall man wearing a hockey mask walked in.

Sinner: Is this AAA?

Satan saw the man and maneuvered himself away from his boyfriend and to him.

Satan: Yes, that’s correct you looking to hire us?

Sinner: Yes, there’s this…fella I need taken care of.

Adam had a bad feeling about him the moment he walked into the door.

Fallen Angels

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Many eons ago, when the Earth was still young and new up in the kingdom of Heaven, there was trouble a brew. A rebellious angel named Samael tried to overthrow his own father with the help of others who believed in his ideals. In the end, they proved to be unsuccessful.

All seven of them were banished from paradise and forced onto Earth. What the angels didn't predict however was for them to tempt the first humans. Samael snuck into the garden disguised as a snake at first only to feed the first of humanity the forbidden fruit.

But when his eyes gazed upon the woman known as Lilith, he knew he had to have her. He wooed and enchanted her, promising her the entire world would be in her hands IF she chose to be his.

Agreeing she helped with convincing her ex-husband Adam to take a single bite out of the forbidden fruit. What they didn't realize was the grave consequences of one act of disobedience. Evil had been unleashed onto the Earth and with it came the new creation of sin.

As punishment for what they had done God had sentenced not only the couple but the rest of the fallen angels to the depths of darkness known as Hell.

They had thought that sending them there would put an end to their reign, they were wrong. They all embraced their fallen selves and the true power that came with it. Satan had even declared himself and his bride the rulers of this land.

Soon more angels fell into Hell alongside them. One of them being an owl that went by the name of Paimon. He swore loyalty to the king and queen and promised that he and his brood would protect and serve.

His powers were vast and mighty like the sea. He even incorporated them into books. They were called grimoire.

With them Satan and his seven followers used them to travel amongst the mortals to wreak havoc and entice them into temptation. Satan tempted humans by getting them to be angrier and lash out. The sin Leviathan tempted humans to envy what others had.

The sin Belphegor tempted humans by getting them to slack off on what is needed to survive. The sin Asmodeus tempted humans to commit adultery and lay with one another before marriage. The sin Mammon tempted humans by hoarding instead of sharing to those who were in need.

The sin Beelzebub tempted humans by overindulging with food, drinks, and other pleasures. Lastly the youngest of them Lucifer tempted the humans by getting them to be more prideful and arrogant, especially leaders.

Their temptation forth more and more sinners each year. Which meant more souls falling to them and for his wife to control and be at her complete mercy.

Eventually what he and the first did became somewhat of a business. A business that was all about pain and suffering of humanity.

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Satan stared at the door to the bar the harpy like creature just went in. He and his crew were just about to get their target when they were suddenly ambushed by one individual.

It swooped down and torn the target into shreds. Satan was actually more impressed than angry for once. So was his little brother Lucifer who was standing right beside him.

Lucifer: Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you? I’m sure I can be of some help.

Satan: No, you’ll only get in the way. Besides it might come better coming from the big boss himself instead of his lackey.

Lucifer: (scoffs) Lackey? I’m one of your partners and if anything I should have been the one to-

Satan: Yeah that’s nice, be right back and hopefully with a new employee.

He opened the door and went right inside. Looking around he found his new target. Sitting at the bar hunched over was the newest fallen angel.

Chugging down a beer with an unapproachable appearance. Except for the fact that Satan didn’t scare off so easily. He sat next to the demon and couldn’t help but feel like he’s seen him from somewhere.

His skin was pale with some shades of grey, like ash. His hair was brown like soil, with dark horns curled on his head. The wings on his back black like ebony.

His form was chubby but with some nice curves to him. If he took a closer look he would have seen the little tail of a lamb sitting above his buttocks. His eyes glowed yellow as he stared back at him.

Adam: The fuck you looking at?

Satan: (shrugs) Nothing much, just the bitch that took my hit.

The fallen angel huffs out a humorless laugh: If you’re looking for retribution, then I’m afraid your shit out of luck!

The fight was instant.

[fizzyrodeo]

my ranking of the seven deadly sins' designs in terms of personal preference. WARNING: I am not nice to Asmodeus or Beelzebub. All simps and stans have been warnen. 👇

1. Leviathan (Envy)

Rating: 8/10

I feel like the hate for her is kind of unfair, considering she's the first character we've gotten (or at least the first I've seen) that has two heads and despite being a conjoined demon she's quite cohesive while outlining the differences between her halves. I understand finding her design underwhelming, but before her there was Lucifer (who has the most basic design of them all) and then Beelzebub (whose only interesting feature are her lava bits) so I'm not sure why people are harsh on her like she's the first underwhelming one.

Anyway, I gave Levi an 8/10 because for the sins I don't typically like to fully judge until their demonic form is shown as well. I also feel like it would have been nice to see her be a bit bigger in her base form- not to the extent of Satan's size, but maybe a bit larger than Asmodeus or Mammon.

2. Satan (Wrath)

Rating: 10/10

Dare I say, this portrayal of Satan is kind of iconic. You can see the similarities between him and imp-kind, but he's not designed to just look like a giant imp (which is what most media does if it's not making him a sexy red human with horns). His size is what I'd expect it to be- really, it's nice to see a Sin that actually cares to stand out from its denizens in some way. Him basically being a giant dragon was a good choice.

Despite his rating being higher than Leviathan's, I didn't list him as first because I like looking at Leviathan more.

3. Belphegor (Sloth)

Rating: 4/10

I didn't really pay much attention to her when she was on screen, but her little details stood out to me. She only gets four points though, because not only was I unable to get a look at her full design but what I gauged from her outfit wasn't very impressive. Also, I'm not really that attached to the concept of her character. None of the sins really have roles except to maintain order within their rings I guess, but seemingly all Belphegor does is sleep.

Still, her unique details and coloring does count for something.

4. Mammon (Greed)

Rating: "eh."

Mammon goes right in the middle because I feel completely neutral on him. I know what the general consensus on his design is- too green, too patterned. But I personally can't really think of anything I'd change about him. Even knowing what a letdown his demon form is, it doesn't really impact me– I guess because by the time we got to his demon form being revealed, I was already desensitized.

5. Asmodeus (Lust)

Rating: 2/10

Definitely one of the most annoying designs in the show. I started skipping most of his scenes in S2 because I hate looking at him and his ugly-ass suits that do absolutely nothing for his figure. And as for the matter of his figure, he's just a big, disproportionately buff guy who was given the prototype design for Stolas' head. If Asmodeus wasn't built like a bird on steroids I'd probably like him better.

6. Beelzebub (Gluttony)

Rating: 3/10

Her design has some things I like– namely her ears and the lava hair (when it's under the lighting depicted). The problem is, it just doesn't give 'sin'. She fits in with her subjects too much (and no, I don't think that applies to Leviathan on the same scale).

Her outfits are really bad too. I mean, I get her basic outfit- she's a party girl- but it's basically Loona's regular outfit. She couldn't have had something a little more glam-rave? And the outfit she wore in 'Mastermind' is so random- it feels like she brought it at the last minute from a costume store, not like it's something she'd keep in her wardrobe.

The other issues with Beelzebub, from her not really embodying her sin (her and Mammon should have swapped) to her whole design feeling like another way to snub fat people out of the Vivzieverse (yes I know not all fat people are gluttonous and that gluttony doesn't just refer to food, but it's just so convenient that the embodiment of gluttony- whose whole thing is food- has a lava stomach and can't gain weight) make it really hard to like her overall.

7. Lucifer (Pride)

Rating: 1/10

He's just a disappointment. His outfit fits the circus theme Vivienne was going for, but it's negated by literally no one else in the show following that theme except Beelzebub and her crappy court costume. And personally? I would have made him look a little less angelic considering his current status, but I don't know enough about fallen angel lore (both irl and in the show) to debate if him looking so non-demonic makes sense or not.

The only reason he gets a single point is because he's still better than the absolute worst design in the show, which to me is Loona's demon form. Whoever cleared that needs to be banned from making executive decisions in this show.

[blossoms-phan]

rewatching “our awkward fancy meal” as an adult is so funny to me

[dixidin]

Considering that we're gonna be entering Natlan in the next nation of genshin. I have a few words I wanna say on it.

On one hand, I'm so happy we're finally gonna see Capitano and learn about all the new lore, ect!

But on the other hand, I'm really nervous on what hoyoverse is going to be doing with the people in the nation considering the treatment with Sumeru and the fact that Natlan is inspired off of West African cultures and Latin America.

But considering the character designs of Vannessa and Iansan, I have some(what) faith in hoyo (fingers crossed!)

[scrawlingskribbles]

not me blearily waking up at 5:30am almost in tears bc I had a dream that Ian had apparently been making more little OK KO shorts on the side and the utter joy I was feeling as dream!me was scrambling to find & watch them only to wake up before I could........ :((((

[secondchoice-ragdoll]

((i have to post this bc its getting lost in my drafts as i rewatch))

can i just say that S7 was, in fact, WILD T&K wise and i deeply understand everyone who got on this train right away? (bc they were openly in love on live television?!💀) ((im joking. but i mean it a teeny tiny bit))

[skenpiel]

homestuck fans when theres no rhyme or reason to the trickster designs and its literally just a jumbled mess of hideous colors and vague candy themes which means theres no consistency to analyze to help with making fan designs

[connormoving]

like these r soooo ugly and boring to me which is CRAZY bc i loveee rococo fashion and like i know this is a starter story so you dont wanna be giving people like the best things ever but its just a little bit cognitive dissonance when youre supposed to be playing as Marie Antoinette and youre getting outcunted by a random girl from 20s nyc*

*this is a joke just for me bc i think the outfits from gotham memoirs r also mostly rly boring