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nanowatzophina · 1 year
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Cataclysm Finale really slaps huh??
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capitalisticveins · 4 months
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Idk why but “The Fine Print” by The Stupendium gives Imperium vibes
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xanyiaz · 1 month
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ok so i listened to imperium lasko yesterday and avior today, here are my shortened thoughts:
honestly i don't have too many thoughts- with lasko it was like... you're hot but also you think humanborns are "superior" and you separated me from my demon bf so uh- i'm feeling very ✨️conflicted✨️ but like- at the end of the day it's still a smash from me 💀💀 ALSO HAVE HE AND HUX FUCKED IN THIS AU ??? istg first gavin and kody and now huxley and lasko im-
with avior's- UGH HE'S JUST SO 😭🙏❤️ i love him so so much my poetic babygirl 🫶 he's really going through hell in every universe, huh? 😭 ALSO WHEN HE KEPT TALKING ABOUT THE STARS IM HGKFHFJFJD 😭💥💥💥🫶🫶🫶
here are comments from avior's i loved/found interesting 🫣
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i'm falling asleep omf good night‼️
@anunmarkedface @moon-blanket @ririchurl @s0lairee @copsecore
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maxpaulll · 10 months
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did I draw Starlight and Freelancer, specifically from the Imperium, going clubbing?? Yes. Yes I did. Why? Cause they'd be party animals if they could
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captainmvf · 6 months
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@wysteriaisapenguin and I have a Stex x Miitopia crossover thing going on but we've been pretty slow to finalize designs, story, and actually finishing the run we got going on ^^;;
ANYWAY- Here's our Energetic Imp CB and Cool Pop Star Electra designs! Electra's an elf so he's hiding his pointed ears under all that hair and CB's actually a cursed imp so he's not very good at flying yet.
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soup-scope · 1 year
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Imp!Babe: I love you.
Imp!Asher: It’ll pass.
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serentiydraw5678 · 1 year
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bagelbucket · 6 months
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ok. since I’ve also been a firsthand victim of realizing how hard it is to find specific redacted audio themed playlists on Spotify. here are three that I’ve made 🙏
If anyone’s interested, I’m also gonna have a sunshine/elliot one up in a bit!
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risarchives · 1 year
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love the vincent/vega parallels in the recent audio concerning talks of immortality. how vincent used his love as a promise of eternity (“—spend eternity by your side—”) to lovely and how vega used intrigue (“you want to know me? you want to know how time and circumstance could lead someone here, and how time and circumstance might lead them back? then come with me. we're demons. we're eternal. but infinity has a price, and not everyone is willing to pay it. i plan to craft eternity as something liveable. experience it with me.”) as a weapon of coercion to pull warden to his direction and manipulate them into joining him in whatever plans he’s got. i scream
#i also wanted to talk about my thoughts when it comes to demons and their partners#because in the imperium universe vega has a human partner in the same way vin has his freelancer#and avior. of course. ever-tragic. has starlight. who is also an empowered human#but in the other universe. the one where vega is introduced via very villainous actions. he has a daemon#he has warden#and i think that. it's partially the reason for the vast difference between imp!vega and this vega#because when demons/daemons fall in love with humans or form bonds with them those people pull them closer to humanity#and in terms of morality it pulls them closer to the gray area and away from the stereotypical black and white characterization#not saying vega is straight up evil in this universe: he's still very much a mystery despite having a demon partner#WHICH is what makes it a lot better because warden seems to be very young and curious. as vega consistently reminds us#whereas pet is fragile and human. which means they're unsafe everywhere and anytime. they can die#but warden. vega can use their curiosity and youth all he likes to the point of coercion because the power difference between them is huge#vega is almost like this all-knowing elder demon which pales the other demons in comparison#also i think vega has successfully forced codependency out of warden if judging by the fact that they're ‘distressed’#whether warden is romantically involved with him or not im p sure they have a kind of attachment to him#and lastly: i cannot believe that it's vega that has pulled me out of my grave. unbelievable#redacted vega#redacted warden#redacted vincent#redacted lovely#redacted freelancer#redacted gavin#redacted asmr#redacted audio
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horse-shit · 2 years
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i love garroth ro’meave !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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endless-nightshift · 1 year
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Oh No no no no no no
Spoilers for Cataclysm ep, Truth With Out
I hope to fuck that I'm wrong but....
Echo has already made it clear that no one will survive...
The Resistance is going to storm the Imperial Spire... What if the attack on the Imperium is the Final straw for the Meridian?
Think about it.
We already know that the Meridian has become so unstable that it's affecting the material plane. Massive damaging geological events. So bad that according to the most recent episode due to the weather it's been god knows how long since they've seen the Sun.
Attacking the Imperium head on is going to require a huge amount of Magic on the side of the resistance. Plus all the Magic used by the Imperium to Defend themselves
All those people drawing on all that magic in the same place? All those people punching holes in the same part of Meridian at the same time.
It'll be too much. A big burst of magic that will push them over the edge.
The last stitch attempt to free themselves from the Imperium will be what triggers the thing they've been trying to prevent this entire time..
And Even when they realise whats happening there's no way Vega and Avior could make it back to the academy in time.
Pet and Starlight will die at the academy. In excruciating pain as their physical forms are pulled apart by the Pure Magic.... without their partners.
maybe not even understanding what's happening. Only that it Hurts and their Partner is not there..
Vin and Freelancer... they just finally escaped. They got a few days maybe even a week or two of peace. Before the attack happens and the Meridian collapses. Vin has to hold the Freelancer as they die in agony, literally coming apart at the seams along with the little slice of safety they made together in the material plane. It will leave no trace of them behind. Nothing to remember them or what they meant to him.
They Failed
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nanowatzophina · 2 years
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imp!avior and starlight perhaps?? :)
You got it.
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Gotta love awkward first meetings of soulmates.
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gavinsdeviant · 1 year
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thanks to @pinksparkl for tagging me in this!!
Get to know me: Imperium edition
Favourite Imperium video: I would have to go with either Turned by a Devious Vampire and Consort to the Tyrant King-Imperial for the first year, and for Cataclysm, All Cruel Things.
Favourite year of Imperium: I’d have to go with 2021 because of all the iconic first encounters Erik established. Dentist Sam and Beta Ash just hit different upon first meeting them.
Favourite Imperium character: For the first Imperium (2021, I believe) I would say Imp! Sam, even though I retracted that statement fairly quickly after the cataclysm finale💀 And for Imperium 2.0 (2022) I’d say Imp! Vega or Alexis (even though her actions were horrible and I do not condone them.)
Least favourite Imperium character: Listen, for the small time that Huxley had featured, I hated his Imperium version with a burning passion. But for Cataclysm, I’d have to go with Adam… the rest I love for all the wrong reasons because of the way Erik developed them so—
Favourite listener: I found Starlight interesting in the first year, but upon relistening really just fell into Vindemiator and Freelancer’s stories, so I’d have go with Freelancer.
Tagging all these beautiful people, though I’m not sure if they’ve watched the Imperium or not. (Sorry if you’ve been tagged before) Feel free to join if anyone’s interested in taking part!! @romeo-the-homeo @epsi-l0n @angelcactus @morgansplace @miyowmiyow
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plush-rabbit · 6 months
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Working for Mammon
A/N: I can't get this dumb spider clown out of my head oh my gosh. Also you're a singer here. Jack of all trades ig. enjoy!!
Fizzarolli was his money maker- compared to the other business and people Mammon invested in, they were nothing compared to the imp. The only one who ever came close to the clown’s revenue was you. You were a close second. There were moments where your sales would rival Fizzarolli’s and you were the starlight in the sin’s eyes, only to be replaced by someone that burned brighter than you ever could. Then, of course, the imp goes and quits and you’re bumped from being second place, to first. 
Being number one comes with a lot of responsibilities. Sales cannot falter. You cannot falter. Not even for a moment. Any grand gesture or event that there is must be perfect. You’re marketable. And because of that, the Sin of Greed treasures oh so much. You may be a lower class demon, but you belong to him. Leaving you alone can bring all sorts of trouble, trouble that he isn’t going to tolerate. He dresses you in fine clothes, adorns you in sweet things that came from your pay- you deserve to own something nice that you worked so hard for is what he tells you. You are protected and cared for, treated like porcelain and pressured into a diamond.  
Ever since the abrupt departure of the imp clown, it’s clear that the Sin of Greed has a bit of an attachment issue. He hardly likes to leave you unattended just in case people start to whisper to you about just how covetous he is. He lost quite a profit with Fizzarolli and the Sin would never say it out loud, nor even entertain the idea, but it left him rattled. He treated him better than the underlings, but that isn’t saying much. Maybe he was given too much freedom and became involved with Asmodeus, and that put some wicked ideas into his head, but it’s a mistake that will not happen again. You have guards that take care of you, and there’s hardly a moment when Greed isn’t seen with you in public. He likes to know where you are- always calling and messaging, appearing if you haven’t answered within five minutes. He always has this scared look in his eyes, and he hands always clasp around your biceps, and it’s silent, as if he’s trying to contain his anger, and trying to mask any worry that he had, but it’s always noticeable with the appearance of his many eyes and the frown that’s stitched onto his face. He’s consuming, taking and wanting, and it’s never enough.
It comes to no surprise that the Sin of Greed desires to be around you at all times and in doing so, he always has a hand on you. It was different in the beginning. It felt possessive, like a child gripping onto their blanket, held in a fisted hand that won’t let go no matter how hard it’s tugged at. You remember the sore feeling, the way you were dragged around like a dog and unable to go anyway without his approval and without him. Now, it’s different. He holds your hand softly, interlaced and pulling you closer to him. You can lead him around so long as you squeeze his hand. In public, he has you pulled close to him- hands around your shoulders as he whispers for you to not mess up the performance, an arm pulling you close to him as you walk through a crowded area. He can’t seem to let go of you.
Your attention has to be on him constantly. In public during a talk show, you sit beside him and you look up at him, your hand interlaced with his, another free hand on your knee- the benefits of having multiple arms. You have to talk about him, mention how wonderful he is, and not look away. It feels marketable, there’s no intimacy to it. It’s all for show. But then you go to his home, and he whines and grumbles about everything and nothing at all as his head lays in your lap. He only sighs and mumbles something barely comprehensible when you begin to scratch the crown of his head. Or he’ll pull you close to him in private, watching some random movie, all for an excuse to have you close to him, desperate to just touch you, his hands scratching lightly at your side and splayed over the top of your thigh. He’ll twist at your hair and trace shapes against your skin, and sometimes, you forget that he’s a Sin. 
No matter how you look at it, you have to be marketable. You have to sell plushies, prints, keychains, chips and sodas and endorse perfume and clothes. And you have to sell sexbots. It took time to convince you to agree to have your likeness placed onto something that was going to be used for lewd purposes. It took even longer to convince Asmodeus to create them. But it was all worth it. The profits that came in were amazing, better than he could have ever expected. However, you still belong to him, and it comes to his attention just how creepy fans could be. Were they like this with Fizzarolli as well? No, surely he would have noticed.You’re no different than the imp that you replaced. But when he sees a fan try to get a picture of you in your dressing room, he feels angry. Rageful, even. He sees how panicky you get, and he loves how you cling to him in fear and for protection, but he hates seeing you so sad. For a brief moment, he reconsiders recalling the sexbots, but then he gets a notification that the bots are out of stock. He tells you that he’ll hire more security for you with a kiss on the top of your head. 
The Sin of Greed likes to act like he’s in a romantic relationship with you. He plans your outfits to match with his. It doesn’t have to be a direct copy of what he wears- honestly, he has some semblance of tact- but he wants to coordinate with you. The colors have to bounce off each other, the theme of the outfits, the jewelry, and accessories. He wants to match with you. It’s easy for people to start rumors that the two of you are together, and he doesn’t stop them. If people think you belong to him in a romantic way, it doesn't matter. The rumors do encourage him to be more touchy with you, to hold you closer and have a reason to not let you be alone. Sometimes he’ll play it up, talking about how pretty you are, and how your singing voice is even better in person and people should really buy tickets for your next performance. He’ll even mention how in the next act, he’ll come in with some throwing knives- just a bit of a kick to add to your performance. 
When he books you at a more high-end event, he likes to have you sing ballads. You confess to  him that you don’t know where to look during those types of songs. The more energetic ones are easier because you’re constantly moving and performing, but ballads are softer, and you can’t just look at strangers. He’d never admit to anyone that it was just a way to get you to look at him as something more than a manager. He tells you to look at him- to sing to him. During those few minutes where you long for him and declare your love and how you’d wish to kiss him again and again, nothing else matters to him. You sing to him, not to the others. You care only for him during those minutes until the song pauses and a new one comes along and you sing to him again and again. And what is he but greed personified, and the desire to hear you tell him that you wish for him and no one else, keeps your nights busy until your throat is too sore to sing.
As a clown, he takes great satisfaction in knowing people are laughing because of him. It fills his pockets with green and it keeps the masses entertained enough to keep coming back. It didn't matter who was laughing, it just mattered that he was getting paid. But then he makes you laugh. And it’s nice, and loud, and it’s your laughter that has him pausing and feeling his face grow warm. It’s uncontrollable, and your smile is lovely. Ever since he found out he likes your laugh, he does his best to keep your laughter going. He wants to hear it, to drown in it, to memorize the sound and never let another soul hear it. 
Mammon is a manager first and a sort-of-romantic partner second. He pushes you to be better than perfect. You can't afford to lose money. But when you’re at your limit, when you’re too exhausted and irritable, there are few times where you actively fight back and grow resentful and it frightens him. You don't talk to him, you avoid anything of his, you detach yourself from him.. Even if he does hold your hand, he can feel how cold you are. He hates how you affect him so much. If he makes you upset, he makes up for it but it's always half-hearted. Mammon tells you that he didn't mean to push you so hard, but he wants you to be perfect. He cares for you so much, he knows that you can be better than the imp. So he sits beside you, grumbles something that isn't an apology and he looks so sad, you can't help but forgive him. He'll pull you close in private and tell you how you did such a good job, that you're his treasure and star and where would he be without you.
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captainmvf · 1 year
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These doodles and the crossover in general is at least a year old by now but @wysteriaisapenguin and I have been messing with Miitopia again and have a fully casted game of Starlight Express characters!
We’re stilling playing with it and working on story and designs but this is just for our own enjoyment. ^^  We’ll be happy to share more in the future.
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petit-etoile · 6 months
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Enemies to Lovers scenario with Astarion; The two are close enough to be friends, Tav accidentally calls him starlight, you decide how Astarion reacts to their little slip up.
ours are  untidy souls
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pairing: astarion/tav wordcount:  1,126 content warnings:  no fighting but the aftermath,  minor mentions of injuries but no-indepth descriptions other tags:canon compliant, canon-typical violence, introspection, character study, hurt/comfort, whump, pre-relationship, gender neutral tav, human!tav archiveofourown: here.
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‘It is bitter,’ he says. ‘It will heal,’ you tell him. ‘It might hold a grudge,’ he says. ‘It will survive,’ you insist.
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The Grymforge Guardian falls with little regard to its creator. Steam billows from the cool metal, and the Forge has broken pieces off of it that may never be repaired. You sag against the lever for but a moment to catch your breath. You wait for the ground to cool and the red-hot metal to return to a more natural color before tentatively touching your the toe of your boot to it. You decide it's cooled enough.
You race over to the second lever. Shadowheart is quick to make it to the center to check on Karlach who is lying next to the Guardian in a bundled heap, but you race to Astarion’s side and kneel next to him on the smoking platform. He’s resting against the other lever, head forward, and everywhere you touch is bruised and sweaty. You push his curls back from his forehead and cup his jaw so that he’s forced to look at you, and although the flickering of his eyelashes makes your stomach ache, he’s breathing and that’s good enough for you for now.
You push your hand against his shoulder and feel the heat leave his body to meld into yours. Astarion’s lungs fill with air in relief, and when he opens his eyes, he meets your gaze unevenly.
‘Don’t rush, starlight,’ you say cautiously. ‘Take it easy until Shadowheart can come to you.’
Astarion’s eyes soften and he closes them quickly to hide the betrayal. All around him lay the bodies of the imps he fought. Honestly, the team you put together handled it pretty well with little to no practice, navigating as one despite the  strange levers and a gargantuan thing swinging at them. You thank the gods for giving you Karlach, because the thought of you potentially having to go head to head with the Guardian by yourself almost makes you wish the worm would finish eating your memories.
You take in all of Astarion’s wounds. Little bites and nail scratches, a bruise on his cheekbone, but mostly, the heat has made him malleable and exhausted in your hands. You take it upon yourself to heal some of the more minor injuries he has. He doesn’t seem to breathe as you pour a drop of your potion into a bite on his shoulder or a nasty burn on his thigh, but he does stop you before you can take a better look at his cheek.
‘I’m fine,’ he says shortly.
‘Are you sure you don’t want me to tend to this?’ you ask.
You do touch his bruise then, and Astarion hisses at you like a wild beast. Before, you might have flinched away from his scary display but after these last few weeks, you know better. He’s scared of your kindness. He doesn’t know what to expect even though your hand is delicate. You press your thumb against a tender purple knot, and you can tell that it takes all of Astarion’s willpower to not snap at you.
‘Maybe I will let Shadowheart take care of this one,’ you say nervously. ‘It seems tender.’
Astarion’s jaw clenches. He thinks.
‘No,’ he says with finality. ‘I think  —  I think I would prefer it if you did it.’ 
You watch the pretty curve of his neck bobble when he swallows. He turns his chin towards you and refuses to look at you. He’s being brave. He’s being willing. Slowly, you touch the bruise again with shaking fingers.
In a move that reminds you all too much of Scratch and the Owlbear, Astarion leans his head into your touch. You’re captivated by the tremble in his eyelashes, the slope of his eyebrows as he fights a scowl, and the sad way he frowns. You feel his cheek for any sign of the unordinary, but there’s nothing but a bruise.
‘I don’t think a potion will help with this one, unfortunately,’ you whisper. ‘There’s nothing  —  There’s nothing wrong with it.’
‘It is bitter,’ he says.
‘It will heal,’ you tell him.
‘It might hold a grudge,’ he says.
‘It will survive,’ you insist.
Astarion says nothing. If the bruise is hurting him, he doesn’t acknowledge it. All he does is rest in your hands as if lifting his head on his own is too much effort. You allow him this touch. It’s the first time he’s allowed you to initiate anything even remotely affectionate. It makes your eyes water a little to think about it. You decide to say nothing lest it embarrasses him. You cherish this moment and slowly, you ease him into your arms more so that he’s leaning against your upper body, his ear at your heart.
Quietly, Astarion says, ‘Say it again.’
At first, you aren’t sure what it is that he wants. You want to tell him that he will heal, that he will survive, that he may not forgive or forget, but that he will overcome. Instead, you pet his hair as carefully as you can to avoid jostling him and press a tentative kiss to the top of his head. He burrows deeper into your arms and sighs like a weight has been lifted off his chest. In some ways, you think it has. You hold him as gently as you can.
‘You’re going to be fine, starlight,’ you say  —  and you’re partially shocked at how easily it rolls off the tip of your tongue. You’re almost certain that Astarion huffs at it, but he isn’t upset. No, it’s something entirely else.
You’re holding something delicate in your hands. Astarion would not be like this with anyone else but you. He trusts you, and honestly, the thought terrifies you. It’s not that you have to be careful. It’s not that you have to be cognizant. It’s that there is something so genuine about the bond he is offering you on his own terms. He is choosing to be vulnerable with you. It makes your throat close up.
You would cry if you weren’t so worried about everyone. Astarion eventually pulls away from the safety of your arms and appraises you himself. He smudges smoky residue away from underneath one of your eyes and takes a look at a nasty cut you received to your scalp, but all it takes is a little drop of the potion shared between you to get it to where it doesn’t need stitches. You two sit facing one another, your hands meekly in your lap, Astarion sagging forward as though his only desire is to find a bed. Eventually, he looks up at you and with faint exhaustion clouding the openness of his features, and chews on his bottom lip.
‘You can say it again,’ he says.
You smile for the first time in hours. ‘Alright, starlight.’
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