#yuule

[twst-migraine]

"..Chickin' Nuggies?"

[bloomfenix]

Cater pls stop taking pics of Yuu and eat your lunch

(silly doodles under the cut)

Yes I chose Yuu's place of origin just cuz the name is silly what about it

[k-0re]

YALL DOES ANYONE REMEMBER MYTHBREAKERS

[revengeoftheisland]

dc all stars except the vc yells "TOM KILL YOU-" everytime hes on screen

[sunstationed]

miss the ttrpg streams ...

[basqueneskak]

The design of this character will always be among the prettiest EVER.

[fashionseenontvblog]

02x04

Lela Rose Floral Print Trench Coat - $231.00

Zara Jewel Button Satin Effect Shirt Ecru - 45.90 USD

Rachel Comey Women's Siega Checked Sheath Dress Baby Blue - $157.99 (Altered - Crop Top/Skirt)

Yuul Yie Square Toe Pumps White/Blue

Escada Light Blue Nubuck Leather Box Top Handle Bag - $411

Marcus Adler Quilted Vegan Leather Touch Screen Gloves - $29.99

[bendwill]

Daar los hin luft, nu ahrk mahfaeraak. This is your face, now and forever.

Nii los yuul Mir-Aak, fah thaarn, mid, sahvot. It is called Allegiance-Guide, for obedience, loyalty, faith.

Aal Nii aak fin nu'un wah wo nust los dez meyz. May It guide the untested to whom they are fated to become.

To grow mortal among dragons was to grow up nameless.

A name — a title — was a pivotal part of a dovah's identity. It spoke of their soul, put it to word, to Voice, a tangible energy they were bound to.

A mortal was but a fleeting speck, a short-lived ember given a title for convenience alone. Mortals had no such thing. In the expanse of time, they were here and gone in the next second, even the lives of mer short and insignificant compared to the chosen children of Akatosh, the Dragon God of Time, immortal.

Mortals bred quickly, died even quicker — as soon as one settlement was made an example of, another would simply crop up in its place. To raze them was not uncommon, for it kept their numbers in check and as the smoke lingered in the air, they'd never have the heart to rise together.

For all the disdain their draconic overlords held, there were still men and women sequestered close under their wings, able to spread influence they might not — true devotion. A cult of worshippers with a hierarchy led by high priests capable enough to prove themselves worthy of that which few mortals ever did to the dovah: The right to a name.

For as long as you had lived among them, you had no such thing. If one had been given to you in the life before you knew the dragons, it was long forgotten. Taken from you with what you presume now was once an old life, one you only remember in the portrait of your mind as a ruined village reduced to ashes, strewn with still-burning corpses. The convenient backdrop for your first lesson as one of the chosen mortals to be inducted into the Dragon Cult in their youth.

Goraan joorre wahl fah kul sonaakke gein sul, Paarthurnax said, a catalyst to this tradition of taking the children of these razed villages. Young mortals make for ideal future priests. Some said it was to spare them, but you'd never felt this supposed clemency under the eyes of Overlord-Ambition-Cruelty. Dovah earned their names, after all. One of the first things you'd ever learned about them, beyond their fire and their teeth and their greed.

You are one of those spared children. Most did not survive long enough to claw themselves to the right of individual name, but you are one of the youngest to receive yours. The dragons have known nothing but who they have made you to be: Obedient. Loyal. Faithful. These are qualities rarely attributed to a priest of mortal-make. It is no blind worship; many times your cunning had turned to their favour. Many times you had to step beyond the expectation, and you always came to the line but you never once crossed it.

So often are priests named for that which they enacted and sowed into the world; sorrow, vengeance, rage, brutality, horror, destruction. Few are the ones named for the impression made upon their draconic masters.

Few with a name so personal.

“Daar los hin luft, nu ahrk mahfaeraak.” Speaks a dov in a rumble like thunder, burnished blackened scales half-hidden in the dark.

“Nii los yuul Mir-Aak,” says the one before a stone pedestal, a mask. Brilliant and bronze much like the one that looms behind it.

Mir-Aak. Miraak. Miraak. A name. Your name. The only name you've known for yourself. Your meaning. This reflection of your character. What they saw on your surface. What you wanted them to see.

“Fah thaarn. Mid. Sahvot.” Talons beckon you to take the mask into your hands. You rise from your place knelt in stone and approach.

Take your new identity, it calls to you, now held aloft in your hold.

“Aal Nii aak fin nu'un wah wo nust los dez meyz.”

Eyes of countless dragons and men upon you; curious, expectant, resentful. These are the smallest hands to take the veil of a dragon priest, but it fits in yours as it was meant to. You'd always felt such a kinship to them — your masters. Like you were one in the same.

This face we shaped for you.

So much the same that you wanted to tear them apart. Wherever they were most vulnerable, that was where you wanted to strike hardest. You wanted to Guide them to the same suffering, the same fate as they did to all around them.

Dragons always urged to quarrel with one another — this instinct you found so resonant to your soul. You wanted to raze them to nothing.

“Moro wah dov.” It is you who breaks silence. Your voice, carved of inflection.

Present. Assured.

Faithful. Ever faithful.

You take the gift, this privilege, as you were meant to. You turn it over to affix it upon your face. One must don the mask willingly. They must accept it. Your voice is hollow with the intonation of the mask — of Miraak.

“Daar luft zu'u ahtiid ulse.” This face I'll wear forever.

[twst-migraine]

I MADE A PRETTY THING!

This is my Yuusona, and she's basically just me in Twst, just look at how cute she is. Not a really good pose, but this probably the only good chibi body I've ever drawn. So gimme a break. I also made a little transparent version.

She's adorable right?

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[bloomfenix]

Local transmasc duo Epel Felmier and Yuules Disney (alongside whatever the fuck grim is) terrorize people that don't give them candy, we will be back with the exclusive at 10

[joking-suggestions]

a kind of analysis on albedo

I feel like a lot of people mischaracterized albedo a lot since he's an artificial human being and he constantly gets compared to an emotionless robot when, well...he clearly is not.

as a homunculus albedo was created with the intent of following the sample of any other human being, as Wikipedia says:

" A homunculus (UK: /hɒˈmʌŋkjʊləs/ hom-UNK-yuul-əs, US: /hoʊˈ-/ hohm-, Latin: [hɔˈmʊŋkʊlʊs]; "little person") is a representation of a small human being, originally depicted as small statues made out of clay. Popularized in sixteenth-century alchemy and nineteenth-century fiction, it has historically referred to the creation of a miniature, fully formed human. "

this means that those children, except for their peculiarities, were not that different from any other human child.

" That the sperm of a man be putrefied by itself in a sealed cucurbit for forty days with the highest degree of putrefaction in a horse's womb, or at least so long that it comes to life and moves itself, and stirs, which is easily observed. After this time, it will look somewhat like a man, but transparent, without a body. If, after this, it be fed wisely with the Arcanum of human blood, and be nourished for up to forty weeks, and be kept in the even heat of the horse's womb, a living human child grows therefrom, with all its members like another child, which is born of a woman, but much smaller. "

just because albedo was artificially created does not affect his cognitive processing of feelings.

moreover, I think this misconception originated from the fact that albedo is apparently a calm and reserved person. but of course we know that someone relatively calmer isn't necessarily cold-hearted, they just have a subtle way of expressing themselves. an introvert isn't a cold person, do you agree, my introverted fellas?

genshin tries to additionally point out in its special events how albedo is warm at heart and is slowly learning (through the traveler and his personal life experiences) how to open up to others. that's called character development.

Albedo's Artwork - Friendship Lv. 4

" (...) When strolling through Mondstadt, he enjoys sketching and painting all manner of living things, but particularly people in moments of joy. Sometimes, he even gifts his artwork to his unsuspecting models, believing that when a work of art captures a transient moment of enjoyment, it is something worth treasuring. (...) "

I would like to ask you, would a numb and insensitive person gift their sketches to random strangers on the street just to make them smile? or...would such a person try to look after a child? listen up, if klee loves her older brother so much it's because she truly feels at ease with him. taking care of children isn't an easy task, so of course, albedo needs to be emotionally aware of their feelings in order to properly taking care of them.

besides, I think we also have to take into account how he grew up. "childhood" is fundamental when it comes to our adult personality, as phycology teaches us. albedo has likely spent centuries of his existence by his master's side, probably without getting in touch with anyone but her during that time. he was raised with strict rules to abide by, and rigid learning schemes to attend, otherwise he risked arguably to be abandoned by his mother, the only person he looked up to. so, OF COURSE, albedo is so reclusive, that's just how he was used to live after all this time. now that he's finally living a normal life in mondstadt he's slowly learning how to deal with other people too. it's a process, but he's getting there.

and yet, he still puts work first because that's what he has done for the equivalent of a lifetime, to the point he neglects even his own well-being. that's everything that was taught him. albedo is basically trying to accomplish his master's last mission, everyone else in this case is just a distraction. if he gets distracted he might fail, and failure means disappointing everyone and, consequently, being left alone. again. I like to think that, in the end, albedo doesn't approach people much because he's afraid od rejection. albedo is afraid of not meeting people expectations about him, he is aware that he's different from all the normal folks in town, or even in the world.

but, he's changing. he's slowly learning the importance of befriend other people. perhaps, maybe it's part of his mission, too?

albedo does care. a lot. he struggles with expressing his feelings, but the affection of his friends and family is there and he's getting the importance of it.

[eighties-goth-suicide-note]

"stop shipping yuul with eun sian!! he literally abused her its toxic!!" AND?? I LIKE TOXIC SHIPS LEAVE ME ALONE MY BARN MY RULES

[my-pie-is-pink]

Intro post: Rosé & Yuulie Edition

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We have DID meaning we are alters within a system (peeps vibing inside of a headspace we share with other peeps)

This account is just so we can post about the things we like and to be mushy on the internet- 🌹

Yes very mushy^^-💉

Into the intro stufffff~~~~

Name🌹: Rosé

Pronouns🌹: xe/xer

Age🌹: 20

Role🌹: comforter

Things Rosé likes🌹: Fashion, otherkin things, Alt music clothes etc, anything cute really, kpop, cartoons, things that remind Rosé of happier times, the color pink!

Note 🌹: Rosé speaks in the third person as a coping mechanism. Xe often age regresses and it makes xer feel better. If this makes you uncomfortable, maybe don’t follow Rosé

Name 💉: Yuul

Pronouns 💉: he/him (but self-aware)

Age 💉: 20

Role 💉: former persecutor now protector

Things I like 💉: Music 🎶, horror, dark fantasy, video games, fashion (to some extent. I’m not as good as Rosé lol), the color red etc

Note 💉: Uh, I don’t have anything specific to say about myself but in general don’t be an asshole. Respect both mine and my partner’s identities.

[hiddenkpoptalents]

You have have seen this before back in 2022

Well my friend downloaded it and we found out what the song really was.

This was the song go check her out!

Thank you @ecoround and @hanniphams on discord for this.

Support these hidden talented artists!

[canonicallyanxious]

if i could give you the moon // a moonlight chicken fanmix

"do you have a dream?"

01. Racing Stripes | Bombay Bicycle Club // 02. A Reason to Hold On | Flaws // 03. Hello My Old Heart (Ten Year Anniversary Version) | The Oh Hellos // 04. been thinkin’ | Hikes // 05. ache for (feat. Moby & José James) | always centered at night // 06. Head Over Heels (Tears for Fears cover) | Japanese Breakfast // 07. Moon Song | Phoebe Bridgers // 08. Setting Sun (w/ Kyson) | YUUL // 09. My Mind is a Mess in the Morning | Nick Leng // 10. Higher Ground (Reprise) (feat. Naomi Wild) | ODESZA

[listen on spotify]

[twst-migraine]

☆`°~Yuule Brooks~°`☆.

Ramshackle Prefect

Age: 16

Best Subject: Biology

Birthday: April 1st

Class: 1-A

Club: Writers Club

Height: 5'4ft [162.25cm]

Hobbies: Doll Collecting / Reading / Writing

Talents: Academic Genius

Likes: Drawing

Dislikes: Touchy People

Favorite Food: Spicy Chicken-Nuggets

Least Favorite Food: Vegetables

The troublesome Prefect of Ramshackle. Despite being known for her unruly nature, the prefect is actually quite sweet and shy. With her head always either in a stuffy book or up in the clouds, she's one of the few students at N.R.C that are kind.

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@cyanide-latte