I admit I'm curious about your reactions and ideas regarding the Grim Sleepwear vignette, as well as Groovy and the story of the sixth anniversary event.
now, they didn't actually say firstie cuddle pile, HOWEVER
riddle sees you as her rose. you are a point of pride for her—a testament to how dedicated she can be, how skilled, how prudent. though whipping you into a proper shape, trimming the excess off you, and repotting you into the right soil may have taken a while, the result is well worth the effort, for, in the end, your head bends down beautifully in an obedient bow as you hang off her lapel. for, in the end, she is the rose queen, you are her rose, and all is as it must be. ruin not her attire with your tears, soil it not with your blood. remember: you may have your thorns, but she has the shears, and, for her purposes, a root will do just as well with or without the head.
leona sees you as her pawn. there is a potential to you, the possibility of the other you—the you to find at the end of the board, the you with the crown on her head and an an unrestricted gait, gliding smoothly across the rows and the columns, and she has no interest in letting that you come to fruition. she likes you best between her fingers, captured swiftly the instant the match has begun, and she cares not for the alternatives, the could-have-beens and would-have-likeds. all they do is hunger her further, and she’s plenty hungry already. thus, a pawn you are to remain, an apt pair for a pitiful spare, lurking in the shadows far off the board by her side. that is, after all, where you two belong.
azul sees you as her accessory. you are the luxurious watch, as useful for keeping track of time as it is for flaunting her status. you are the unethically sourced handbag, equally good for storing her secrets in and resting her hand on, fingers playing casually with the tassels. you are the custom-made pair of shoes, soft material mirroring the shape of her feet, sturdy soles bending with the perfect amount of arch as she steps over her enemies on her never-ending climb. you are the side dish, to be ordered with the main course; you are the add-on, to be thrown in as a bonus. you are her lesser half, and all she asks of you is to be nothing, so that everything of hers can fit in.
kalim sees you as her pet. she calls you her lover, of course, but you are as much a lover as a traumatized rescue is a friend to an overexcited toddler—since you have no way of verbalizing your “no”, your snarling is taken to mean a “yes”. she wraps her arms around you as you turn and twist, bite and hiss, and has no fear of your claws or your teeth, because, feral though you may be, you are now hers, and she knows very well that all her pets learn, sooner or later, to lie down and take it. this might have been less of an ownership had she ever gotten to love something that couldn't belong to her, but she hadn’t, and you are the one paying the price. as is always the case with asims, hers is, by all means, a steep one.
vil sees you as her project. she doesn’t believe in easy things, and so she neither expects nor wants an easy love. no, what she wants is for something to have been cultivated so well, with such impeccable attention to detail and such unwavering devotion, that it may withstand the test of time, its trials and tribulations, and though it is a tall order, she has never been the one to crouch down, not then and not now. thus, a quest for perfection it is, your body and mind reshaped carefully by a steady hand, her gaze cutting through you mercilessly as the reality of you is tailored to fit her expectations. don’t buckle; don’t run; don’t hide. it is in your best interest to turn into her chef-d’oeuvre willingly. after all, she is not afraid of breaking you down piece by piece to put you back together by hand—that, too, in her eyes, is a kind of art.
idia sees you as her oshi. her idol—if you’d like to pretend that there’s a semblance of humanity to her appreciation of you. in truth, however, you exist less like a person and more like a character, a collection of ideas she enjoys, put together conveniently into a singular physical shape. she doesn’t like you how one might like a lover—or a friend, or anything at all that can respond of its own volition, accepting and rejecting, permitting and prohibiting. she likes you as one might like a visual novel love interest—dissected with precision as she catalogues the facts about you (character page info + snippets from other characters’ routes!) and worshipped with fervor as she rearranges those facts to fit the most desirable scenario. it’s only violent because it’s not true. were you, indeed, less of a human and more of a thing, being reduced to a flesh-and-blood cutout of her imaginary lover would have hurt so, so much less.
malleus sees you as her human. she wishes she didn’t have to, actually. she wishes she could have focused on something else instead. alas, your humanity demands attention, leaking in every interaction, every seemingly insignificant detail. you are of a reduced life expectancy, you are of a reduced physical capability, you are of a reduced magical potential. you are precious in your fleetingness and charming in the naïveté of your perspective. you are alarming in your frailty and exhausting in your narrow-mindedness. you are many things at once, and all of them lead back to your humanity—to the constraints you are forced to function under. to the constraints she is determined to overcome, because, however ubiquitous your humanity may be, it still comes second to you being hers.
Ego what do we think about twst running both ob idia and ob vil in one month? 💀💀🥀 i know I'm cooked for sure
oh god no, I am so sorry, what a miserable choice to have to make between these inksplots. I do not envy you guys these two giant cards looming over you like...like...big...giant...looming things...sorry wait now all I can think of is What If Giant Overblots, hold on
(my thoughts are with you all in Eng, may your keys be plentiful and your pulls full of SSRs 🙏)