#sys update

[saintobio]

LONG LIVE THE VILLAINESS !

amidst the tale of sweetest love and bitterest revenge, the fallen empress is cast back ten years into the past to correct her sins and avoid eternal damnation, even at the price of betraying her once husband, the very cause of her downfall.

♱ pairings. gojo satoru, fem!reader

♱ genre. enemies-to-lovers, period piece, medieval au

♱ tags. ooc, regression, crown prince!gojo, noble lady!reader, politics, classism, clan wars, religion (catholicism), misogyny, violence, war, rebellion, suggestive, smut, gore, double life, explicit language, more to be added

♱ notes. this fic draws heavy inspirations from the webnovel ‘sister, i am the queen in this life’ and manhwa of the same name. it’s basically a fanfic of that series bc i am obsessed with it :’D

♱ status. on-going (slow updates)

♱ SECOND TIMELINE TO AS YOU LIKE IT ♱

PROLOGUE.

ACT I. THE LADY

ACT II. THE CROWN PRINCE

ACT III. THE KNIGHT

ACT IV. THE STAR CROSSED LOVERS

ACT V. THE BLESSED

ACT VI. THE SIN

ACT VII. THE REVELATION

ACT VIII. THE ENEMY

ACT IX. THE LOVER

ACT X. THE EMPRESS

EPILOGUE.

PROLOGUE 

Like plunging beneath the surface of water and then, abruptly, breaking through to the air above—your body jolted as if awakening in a new world altogether. You drew in a long breath, your eyes fluttering open to reveal the ceiling, both familiar yet unfamiliar in its greeting. Swiftly, you surveyed your surroundings, noting with growing recognition the confines of your old room within the De Roma estate. The estate! 

You were not in the palace of Caelum, but in the estate of House De Roma. A surge of realization flooded through you as you dashed towards the nearest mirror, confronting your reflection with wide, startled eyes. 

No... could it be... that you have returned to your body, ten years prior?!

In the mirror, the reflection staring back at you was not that of the notorious wife of the tyrant Emperor Satoru, but of a 20-year-old maiden, the eldest daughter of Duke de Roma, with fuller cheeks and a more youthful appearance. You could not shake the feeling of disbelief, wondering if this was all just a dream, so you reached out to touch your arms and felt the flesh beneath your fingers, trying to convince yourself that this was an unexpected reality.

Oh, you were back. You found yourself returned to your former self, a decade younger, but now armed with the knowledge of your past life's actions and their consequences. Alongside this newfound understanding, the gift of clairvoyance had also been bestowed upon you.

And for what? Why had the heavens above returned you to your body? Was it for revenge, a second chance, or perhaps punishment?

Suddenly, a loud, deafening sound pierced your ears, and a blinding white light enveloped your vision. Your body became as still as a statue, and it felt as though your soul was transported to a fourth dimension where divine intervention seemed a lot more plausible to exist.

As your soul hovered in the liminal space between life and death, you found yourself standing before a figure cloaked in billowing robes, her presence commanding and her gaze piercing. This figure was Fortuna, the ancient Caelan goddess of fortune and fate, her visage austere and unforgiving.

“Are you aware of the sins that stain your soul?” 

“Have you felt the weight of your transgressions, the consequences of your actions that have wrought suffering upon your people and brought ruin to your empire?”

Her voice echoed through the realm with the divine judgment that weighed upon your conscience, while her gaze penetrated to the core of your being and demanded honesty and accountability in the face of your past misdeeds.

“Will you atone for your sins?” 

“Will you seize this opportunity for redemption, or will you squander it in self-pity and remorse?”

As you stood in the presence of the ancient goddess, grappling with the heaviness of your sins and the daunting task ahead, a brilliant light had all of a sudden illuminated the space around you. From the heart of this radiant glow emerged the figure of Archangel Raphael, his presence heralded by a chorus of angelical voices and the stirring of celestial winds.

Clad in robes that seemed to shimmer with the intensity of celestial light, Archangel Raphael's presence commanded attention, his wings unfurled behind him in a display of resolute authority. If Goddess Fortuna was intimidating, the archangel was fearsome all the more. His gaze, intense and penetrating, swept over you with a gravity that left no room for evasion or deceit.

“Empress of Caelum,” he spoke, his tone firm and unyielding, and his voice carrying a billion years of heavenly existence, “You stand accused of grievous sins, crimes that have shaken the very foundations of your empire and brought suffering upon your people.”

There was no trace of softness in Archangel Raphael's demeanor, no room for mercy in the face of wrongdoing. His presence was a testament to the uncompromising nature of divine justice, his strictness a reflection of the solemn duty entrusted to him as an Archangel of the Almighty. This, no doubt, was the face of a true and formidable executor of justice.

And you, the subject, had angered the divine beings that guarded the Caelan Empire, so much so that God himself sent the goddess of the land and one of his archangels to mitigate your rightful punishment.

“By the decree of the Almighty, you are granted a second chance to amend your sins and redeem your soul. You shall return to the mortal realm, to live your life anew and correct the sins that have stained your soul.”

“Should you fail to rectify your past transgressions, should you stray from the path of righteousness and succumb once more to the temptations of darkness, know that the consequences shall be severe and eternal.”

“For those who squander the gift of divine mercy shall be cast into the deepest depths of hell, where they shall endure a punishment of unending torment and suffering.”

In the presence of Archangel Raphael and Goddess Fortuna’s equally stern gazes, you were keenly aware of the magnitude of your transgressions and the severity of the judgment that awaited you. But even as you trembled beneath the weight of their scrutiny, you knew that their presence also offered you the opportunity for redemption, with your only task to prove yourself worthy of divine mercy.

Indeed, it was by your very hands that hundreds and thousands of Christian souls shed their blood. Innocent lives, both young and old, were cruelly taken at your command. The citizens of Caelum who fell sick from the spread of the plague. The esteemed Caelan advisors of your husband’s primogenitors, skinned alive and speared in pikes by the Tiber River. The wrongly accused maid who suffered the indignity of serving your husband, paraded unclothed through the streets and subjected to the brutality of the pear of anguish. The gallant and dignified knight, tortured mentally and physically in the atrocious dungeon. Now, you find yourself thrust back into the horrors of your former life ten years hence. A life of a noble lady who ought not to be blinded by her destructive love for the empire’s crown prince. 

Yet, could you truly navigate this life without ascending to the position as his empress?

As you tried to commune with the divine beings afore you, a haze in your vision transported you away from the heavenly space, realizing that you were already drawn back into the reality of your chamber, inhabiting the youthful frame of a twenty-year-old daughter of a duke. You found yourself too astonished to move, too shaken to speak, and too afraid to take any action in this new lease of life blessed upon you. At that very moment, your state of reverie was disrupted at the arrival of your maid, who entered your chamber in a humble servant garb.

Milena. The maid whose life was cut short by your hand in your past existence due to petty thievery. “My lady,” she spoke with a hint of respect and urgency, unaware of the ill-fate you had given her in your past life, “A visitor has arrived at the gates and requests an audience with you. Shall I show them in?” 

Too soon? Need it truly be so soon to engage with the people from your past life immediately after awakening to your old, yet younger body? Gazing upon your maid through the mirror, you asked, “Who is that intruder you speak of?” 

She bowed her head, her stance shifting into one of apologetic deference. The way she firmly stood by your door was a message to you that the intruder was not someone you could easily reject the presence of.

“The visitor is His Highness, Crown Prince Satoru.” 

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[sheprd]

took a crack at my own interpretation of grimmjow's second resurrection form from the mobile game.

[touchlikethesun]

i am going to post this and then i am logging off to eat dinner but modern au luo binghe would microchip shen yuan without his knowledge (hello ✨ blood mites ✨ it's not even reaching) and when shen yuan finally figured it out he wouldn't even be mad he'd just ask why binghe doesn't have a chip for him to track too. you know for safety reason. so they'd have matching trackers with a specially coded app that sends notifications of movement for the .2 hours a week they are not physically next to each other

[danmeichael]

hey not a fetish anon here like those other weirdos. heres one for you, ahem. what is sy and sj's respective favorite game at an arcade and how often is yqy carpooling them there?

the fact that you went out of your way to assert that this isn't fetish-related immediately makes me more suspicious that this is a fetish thing

sj can obviously drive himself because he'd absolutely hate to be truly reliant on anyone, but since they're presumably on good terms he might ask yqy to chauffeur so his pet service top can feel useful.

i honestly am not sure what sj's favorite game at an arcade would be, partly because i've never been to an arcade and don't have a good idea of what all goes on, and partly because sj is just so suited to universes where you can kill things recreationally that i'm not sure playing pacman would be enough for him.

two player games have the appeal of competition so i think he would maybe enjoy playing air hockey or the fighting games with sy (or yqy, if he joins in). the rush of obliterating a rival would be the only thing at the arcade for him. i think he would be exceptionally good at crane games, because the crane machine would be scared of him.

sy is the right kind of insane to be really into maimai or ddr-style games if he has the energy/mobility for it. he's one of those people who grabs the bar.

otherwise i think he'd probably enjoy other less physically intensive timing or strategy-based games as opposed to anything based on luck. votes are out on if he'd actually be good at it or not.

i think yqy is also a ddr guy because an addiction to dancepad games is the closest thing you can get to whatever xuan su does to him. also the gapmoe of extremely tall handsome guy in a full suit doing his little dancepad shit.

[syrinq]

ordis shows his love by giving gifts

which isn't bad per se

it's just getting a bit much

and i'm inevitably now imagining the coupon gifting as this

but thanks ordis i love you too buddy

[trainwrecksys]

Since I literally just posted on insta then finished this off I decided to space out my posts since I’m a literal art machine it’s concerning

Anyway PRIDE MONTH!!!! happy pride month from caul in a very bright (rightfully so) outfit since he deserves to be very gay… or queer… or perhaps… stretching the meaning…….. peculiar

[corvarrow]

I've mentioned this height chart a couple times before so I thought I may as well share it! I want to add more characters to it for sure but I think its looking cool so far! The template is by "Inthenameofsweden" on DA, though I stretched it out and added the checkerboard pattern as I felt like it needed some extra texture.

Tower is actually the only one that was drawn traditionally, the rest were drawn digitally. I had the genius idea of taking a picture of him and then drawing the others on the same canvas so they would already be sized relatively correctly (and the art wouldn't be too distorted when I resized them for realsies here)

Normally Tower/Sy are the tallest characters that anyone else interacts with. The Daydreamer is technically taller (around 7'), but they almost never leave the library so barely anyone sees them unless they're in there. Cavi is...not the shortest person ever but he is otherwise considered pretty small. Like he is actually at risk or being blown away by large gusts of wind.

In an ideal world I would have liked to include a bunch of meme redraws to explain these guys but I don't have the bandwidth at the moment; feel free to hold me to it in the future though LOL. I did manage to dig up a couple old ones (not completely fossilized yet) so I'll stick them under the cut as bonus content!

Sy discovering Cavi was actually a sion and not just a normal guy for once (redraw of an Umbrella Academy meme)

These next two have less than ideal image dimensions for tumblr so I'll lump them together -

Torch refusing to acknowledge anything especially stupid that Tower and Cavi are doing ("I pretend I do not see it" meme), plus

Cavi having a bad day ("WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON" screenshot redraw of Alex YIIK doing the line in YIIK: A Postmodern RPG)

Tower (pre-cheek scar) legitimately calculating a bunch of probability math in his head (Confused Math Lady meme redraw...he just looks Like That)

If I were to dig up the fossilized memes it would be clear that Sy is a particularly huge memelord so be thankful we are not going there....for now

[y-rhywbeth2]

While replaying BG2, I had sudden moment of inspiration regarding a headcanon on how my Durge could be elven while tying it back to the first games (could also apply to half-elven). Throwing ideas around: Back in BG2 Irenicus tried to join the Seldarine by draining/fusing himself with the Tree of Life, an avatar of Rillifane Rallathil, claiming his divinity for himself and becoming a god... The act of draining the tree also had the side effect of killing and draining the life out of every elf in the city of Suldanesselar, but hey.

The second time he did this he had the stolen soul of a Bhaalspawn, which means that for a time the essence of Bhaal, the essence of an elven god, and the divine essence of Corellon/Elven-ness were all intermingled in an act of mass murder. Titans can be created entirely by accident; it could be possible for some of the divine essence of the Seldarine/Rilifane to be carried back to Bhaal, or even for Durge to have been born as a consequence of Irenicus' attack on the Tree.

There were these things, parasites formed from dark magic that the elves didn't recognise that Irenicus used to drain the essence from the tree (they were also kind of cute, imo, but that's beside the point): if those were, in some roundabout fashion, the "flesh" of Bhaal, slain, then reanimated and shaped into elven form by the stolen divine essence of one of the Seldarine... it would put Durge's birth in 1369, probably sometime in Kythorn (June-ish).

... It also sort of makes Durge part tree and maybe gives them two or three parents (Bhaal and Rillifane, and maybe Irenicus if you want to be cruel).

Also might make Queen Ellesime their half-sister or something (I'm not entirely clear on how she's related to the Leaflord, just that she's descended from him).

The Seldarine probably wouldn't be terribly comfortable with such a child existing (Sehanine might make an attempt at kindness as she does with Eilistraee and Shevarash, but when things don't fit into their ideal, things get very uncomfortable in this family). The elves wouldn't be keen on them either once/if they worked out what the infant was, what with them being both a reminder of a horrific and traumatic crime against them, and also a Bhaalspawn. They don't like those: "None of the elven forest folk want to be near me." - Charname, after being ushered out of Suldanesselar and out into a world where Bhaalspawn are being subjected to witch hunts, shortly after saving said elves and their city. Even if they are an elf.

[the-ribombee-collective]

There might be a little in here, when we encounter agere blogs or little blogs we keep feeling switchy and... childish? It's weird. Either that or we're age regressors, but considering the switchiness we feel we're leaning towards the first option

[shrikecollective]

Introduction

Wowzas, a collective blog? Crazy town!!

The Shrike Collective is a fictive heavy, trans masc, DID system. We’re still pretty recently discovered and still working to figure things out. This sideblog is made because we’re still a bit too shy to come out completely to online friends on main. But we want system friends!!!! Or just to meet other plurals in the community

Stances on syscourse vary across the board. We’ll try to keep it out of this blog, but if we do post anything about it it’ll be tagged with ‘✬drama✬’

Frequent fronters

🎧 Ahato - They/it. Mainly in charge of social media stuff

🦌 Cecil - He/they. Whatever he wants ig, he doesn’t really know how the phone works

📡 Carlos - He/him. Probably just reblogs

🧷 Mouse - He/him. Fandom and political

❔ Blurry - They/them to be safe

Tags

✬intros✬ - alter intros, if we decide to do them

✬updates✬ - life and system updates

✬shrike originals✬ - original posts

✬sys stuff✬ - system/collective related things

✬fandom✬ - fandom stuff, probably art

✬drama✬ - syscourse, politics, etc. block the tag if you don’t want to see that kinda thing

✬random✬ - random shit

Dni: Bigots, fakeclaimers, ‘trans ID’, republicans

We <3 our partner sys!! @luxiewuxieee

We’re also on spacehey! IM us on there!! We dont really check tumblr dms

[endless-season]

Venting to the mother

[saintobio]

ALMOST ALWAYS YOURS :: the anthology

desc. collection of heavy angst mini-series, pure hurt no comfort. set in the same universe.

notes. posting date tbd. target to start after sn/sy. only 5 episodes each.

001. BARELY BELOVED

↳ ryomen sukuna/reader

following a one-night stand with renowned music producer ryomen sukuna, an accidental pregnancy leaves you grappling with the pain of being kept in secrecy as nothing more than an obligation for him. because in his world, the only people he truly cares about are his 4-year old daughter and his ex-fiancée.

002. IN MEMORY OF YOU

↳ gojo satoru/reader (feat. geto suguru)

when gojo satoru wakes up from a coma with no memories of his own wife, you struggle to reconnect and remind him of the love you once shared. not when all he remembers is having that same love with someone from his past.

[poolboyservice]

ygs do know that the host of a system also counts as an alter, right?

[tobi--beans]

I'M FREEEEEE, rAAHHHHHH /silly Anyways to those who are not in the server, we're back from small vacation! We have a few things for y'all. Ya-hoo! We will be opening up requests again now that we've hit our goal number of inbox messages. I'm probably gonna go through a few and delete for reasons like we don't draw that or have already been asked it. Thank you to all that sent sweet messages to our inbox :] For those wanting to send in requests as soon as possible, we're looking for more emotion based requests! I know lots of you love animal emojis, but we want to get more practice in with expressions. Animals will not be priority for a bit Next is, we have new emojis for y'all! Just- will post those after this post cause it's getting kinda lengthy lol Thank you to everyone's patience!

Mac [He/They, Moon/Moons]

[banesberry-anomoly]

[dreamdropsystem]

one great thing about T is we're 10 months in and even actors with more higher voices like littles, their voices sound a bit lower and they think it's cool