#entry seven

[inorganicorgan]

"Professor Sylvia Maxis, one-one oh-one two-six-oh-nine. [Inhale]. It seems I'm not the world's greatest artist, based on yesterday's attempts to draw... [heavy sigh]. I'll be burning my attempts in the newly-discovered fireplace. The chimney is, unfortunately, too narrow to climb. I can't even feel the air from outside. I got a lot of use out of that fireplace before I found it, though, based on all the soot that I'm never getting out of my hair. I've also managed to unlock the bathroom, although some good showering will do me to get this gunk out. I'm finding more and more parts of this bunker lately, and they make me think it's mine. Which is a relief, because I'd hate to come across the body of the chump who was here before me or something! Haha! Haha. Hm. I'm still getting those odd number dreams, but I'll only start writing the numbers down if they keep happening.

...

What's really strange is that my drawings aren't... bad? Like, this isn't what bad art looks like. This is what you'd see if something had never seen another person in its life and tried to mimic one. This is what a person gone wrong looks like. It's like the Uncanny Valley effect. I'd do well as a horror artist, but this...

He's all wrong."

[theclowntapes]

entry seven and eight

i'm doing this again because today and yesterday were basically the same. i can't lie and say i did a lot of great things for myself because i didn't. but i've not been doing bad, and my room is clean again. i feel pretty good about tomorrow, i think i'll try again to sleep earlier and wake up at noon at the latest. it shouldn't be very difficult to sleep- i didn't sleep well last night. i'm going to have entries on time as often as i can because i've not done well with posting lately. and i haven't yet done most of the things i had planned to at the start of the month. but now that i'm a graduate, i have crossed that off and i'm onto the next thing. tonight, i'm going to write down things i need to do and organize them.

one piece of advice i can share tonight is something i've learned this week; don't speak negativity out loud. i understand that when you vent, it's hard to not say things negatively, but i mean just in general. no matter what you're talking about, when you're speaking out loud try to focus on saying things positively or at least also saying the positive side of things with the negative. focusing on sounding intelligent also helps. when you say negative things, you get stuck in those thought patterns and it affects the way you think. always try to look on the bright side of things, even if its hard to.

xo sparky ⋆

[ruelin024]

Happy to participate and support in the DTIYS ✨ @neverniko101

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With audio below:

[s-trip-tease]

I think T'Pol and Seven would have been besties. They'd just there together doing reports and saying nothing.

[thirteendaysintaunton]

me every time seven lawless's pathetic wet cat dumbass is on the page

[cuddleswinchester]

Job searching sends me between euphoria at all the new things I can explore! And then just the most miserable pathetic begging and pleading worthlessness of all time.

Can’t help but remember my senior year job fair in college which I helped ORGANIZE by the way and I had fabulous grades, I met with all the reps that came and gave them tours and answered their questions and brought them refreshments and my classmates ended the day being offered like accounting positions and marketing positions and international market positions and the rep from cracker barrel asked if I wanted to be a hostess there on weekends when I didn’t have class. So like something is wrong with me.

[wrenais]

🍓꒱ 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 - 02.10 ↝ 02.16

[fictionadventurer]

Oh gosh, I just remembered an old idea I had for a space opera retelling of Snow White, where Snow White was the right hand of the Evil Queen, but then the Queen got paranoid and assumed she was a traitor and sent an assassin after her. But then Snow White got rescued by a Scarlet Pimpernel type of character (who was a childhood sweetheart) who hid her on an isolated planet with a bunch of other people he'd rescued from the evil queen, and then Snow White gets to find out that while she'd thought of herself as Padme Amidala, to the rest of the universe she was actually Darth Vader. And she has to try to live alongside people who see her as evil incarnate, while also learning how to live without the advanced technology and cybernetic enhancements she's used to.

This is way too old of an idea to do anything with anymore (it's been muddled by too many partial drafts and variants), but I still like the concept.

[thedissociatives]

This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours Cassette Inlay 1/2

[rookfang]

🚶

npc introductions. accepting. @blyghthound

YOU WALK THROUGH THE DOORS and are greeted with a dusky, smokey room, lit by dazzling magic lamps. behind the bar, a woman with waist length white curls spreads a warm smile, and captures the scene. she is tall, lean, with perfectly manicured nails, sharpened to a point; her skin is a quartz-ish, pink metallic tone. she is qunari, but the world around her is anything but grey. her makeup is in bright tones, glitter and glass beads painted to look like pearls circle her neck. when she says, “ welcome to the silk house, ” it feels genuine, and for a night, all of dock town discards their dregs and lives life in full color.

AMA SAREE / ayla ( ai - la )

a 52 year old trans woman, ayla is more well known as her stage name ama saree. though from par vollen, ama saree is tal-vashoth, and has lived in tevinter for over 30 years. she is the madame of the silk house, and a burlesque / drag performer. she incorporates her very flashy, light-based magic into her routines. notably, there are strange pock-mark scars around her lips; she has done her best to disguise them with piercings and makeup, but they are revealing, to those who know what to look for.

her story of growing up within and later escaping the qun is, at least to her, ancient history. she considers herself to be a tevinter, because it is where she built herself ( and her business ) from the ground up.

by the time that she enters laika's life, ayla / ama saree is an icon of tevinter's queer nightlife scene. laika, having lived in dock town most of her life, had heard of ama saree, but grew to admire her as she got older, and especially—

- after laika's violent exit from the threads, it is ama saree who heals laika's major injuries, turning the attic of her home / establishment into a temporary hospital room. later, this rooming situation becomes permanent: laika, as one of ama saree's employees, will always have a place to stay. and that place is the attic.

ama saree considers laika to be one of her drag daughters. it helps that laika is one of the performers at the silk house, and that this network of performers makes up a lot of the friends of red jenny. to laika, though ama is her " boss, " she's a trusted mentor, and a close friend.

yes, her stage name is, depending on how you interpret it, beloved or mama pretty dress. she chose this intentionally; with ama as a play on amatum and tama, and saree... well, it's a twisting of sarebaas, removing the " thing " from her identity and being left with danger ( sare ) and beauty ( saree. )

and now, since you asked me to indulge... everything else:

a lifetime ago, she was a devout member of the qun. as imekari, she was considered a boy, though she longed to take after and looked up to the tamassran. & she was well suited to the role: she was compassionate, apt at reading a person's needs, without utterly abandoning her own, whip smart. but instead — she manifested magic. with the turning of puberty came the changing of an imekari boy to a sarebaas. a thing, a weapon underneath the antaam.

it is a decade of unspeakable cruelty, and one that ama saree does not speak of.

she will only talk, in the vaguest sense, of how it ended: she calls it a compassion she repays every day, with each kindness given to a stranger.

the story goes: a regiment of antaam, the sarebaas that would become ama saree included, was sent out to tevinter. when they nearly had routed their tevinter foes, reinforcements came, and decimated them. then, the soldiers began to pile the bodies high, a proper field cremation. one lets out an incoherent shrill of pain, her mouth stitched together. in that moment, there was a soldier who had the chance to finish the job, to kill the chained thing. instead, they spared her, taking their knife across the red string and breaking her chains. they told her to run, or be killed with the next round of antaam.

she declined to tell them that a sarebaas, once unwatched, was supposed to die. that the tomb of bodies was meant to be her final resting place, where she might finally be free of the call of demons and her magic for good.

instead, she went to minrathous. she didn't have a reason to pick the city, no fascination with the metropolis... it was simply nearby, there was a small contingent of tal-vashoth already there ( though, at the time, they frightened her, ) and it was the kind of place she could hide from the qun indefinitely.

thirty years ago, in dock town, the person who would become ama saree began to emerge from her chrysalis. it was here that she picks the name ayla, because she needed something to be called. it was an everyday struggle, every little thing around her being new. she finds the mages' paradise is not as filled with riches as her tamassaran had told; she does not find instant success. she makes rent with back breaking labor, and labor on her back; each coin put into molding her body bit by bit until it fit her image.

then, someone invited her out for a drink, it doesn't matter who anymore. maybe one of the others at the dockyard, or a fellow night walker. at the club, there was a singer, in her painted glass necklaces, gown and plumage, and it clicks: this is why she came here. ayla wanted to be her.

for a while, ayla would dance and perform in other peoples' nightclubs, developing her routine. but there was a desire for a place of her own, a place where she and her fellow dancers were less curiosity to gawk at and more genuinely admired. and the only way there was to build it.

ayla picked a ruined seamstress's shop, four floors high - two floors of apartment that could be turned into residences and private rooms for visitors, an attic, a large enough main floor that was once the shop. the place was filled with old bolts of fabric. most moth eaten, some salvageable. it had to be built up - the shop floor gutted, a round stage put in the center, booths and hidden back hallways all built by hand.

now named the silk house, the brothel is not an overnight success, but a gradual one. gaining performers and instrumentalists and steady, reliable patrons, at a comfortable pace. they avoid any scrapes with the tevinter law by being a hostel in the tax books, and by making sure their activity stays behind closed doors.

ayla gains her fame and her workers' loyalty through a combination of her persona, an authenticity to herself that is captivating, and by continuing the kindness that brought her to minrathous in the first place. she pays her workers well, and on time, both rarities in dock town. her door is open to all who need it.

but, like any business in dock town, though, the silk house has to deal with the threads. they have their own bouncers, sure, and the dancers look after each other, but it's simply a fact of life. protection comes at a cost, and the threads provide it at a cost ayla could accept. she pays their monthly fee, and in return, the people who work at the silk house have an extra layer against unruly patrons, dangerous strangers, and the guards, when need be.

it is this unpleasant business is how she comes to meet laika. laika was a member of a thread cell called the stray dogs, and their assignment was the daucus quarter where the silk house lies. so, laika was one of the threads who would keep eyes on the silk house at night, would walk workers home if they so requested it. ( there's a lot here to talk about, and perhaps that'll be in a separate post. )

much like the post about laika's thread history says, laika stepped between the leader of the cell and ama saree, when the racket started to escalate to violence. ama is a fairly powerful mage, but she isn't one to flaunt her power, nor invite the kind of violence a guard might bring down on a qunari woman in dock town. in the ensuing battle between laika and the leader, both receive mortal wounds.

ayla takes the dying laika into her attic, and into her care. it is thanks to this swift action that laika cheats death a second time, and after months recovering, she decides to stay. decides she must, to repay her debt. this later blooms into the genuine mentor/friendship that i described above.

in order to protect themselves ( laika included ) from any further threads interference, ayla and the workers of the silk house take on the name of the friends of red jenny. why? well, no one actually checks if you're actually connected to the rest of the network, and it offered a veneer of we're connected, you can't mess with our block anymore. it works, and quickly spirals into something much, much bigger.

see, when you run a brothel, you can get a lot of information, very easily. suddenly, the workers have a collection of power. combine that with the growing political and general populace sentiment of "let's try to stop slavery again, for real this time," and the friends of red jenny are now in a very strong position to do some real damage against tevinter's cruelties.

a year after laika's almost death, and they've got allies stretching from tevinter down to nevarra. when the shadow dragons emerge as a faction, they seek them out. and by " they, " i do mostly mean laika, and that is a story for a different post.

by the time of veilguard, ama saree has her hands deep in sheltering the victims of slavery and helping them escape, start new lives. she likes it, but she never gives up her jubilant position as queen of the daucus quarter. above all that she is, ayla is shimmering, glittery, and fun.

[elephantbitterhead]

We're now up to a whopping EIGHT batches (sets? groups? clutches? battalions? idk) of frog eggs in the pond.

[mysteriousmiss-i]

"Love is about all five senses, not just one."

—Miss-i

[axolotlesque]

read that we're getting four new crops in stardew and literally slapped my forehead. what farming sims do to a mfer.

[profanepurity]

Beelzebub, Mammon, and Belphegor Lore

On days when I can't seem to get myself to draw, I'm going to start writing out character/ world concepts. WARNINGS BELOW THE CUT: Mentions of gore/ blood, disorderly thinking related to food/ eating. Lots of dark themes here. Please don't hesitate to tell me if you'd like me to add more tags!

The Archangel of Mercy, Zadkiel, is Prince over the Dominion Angels. They are the Sovereign Chief of grace and forgiveness. They, along with three other higher-ranking Dominions, ruled over the lower choirs of Heaven before the dawn of humanity.  Zadkiel never wanted to harm another living soul unless they had to. But, when the Host came to them one day and asked them to draw out their sword, Zadkiel was grief-stricken. The Host told them that his closest fellow Dominions were losing their grace and needed to be corrected. Zadkiel begged the Host to forgive them, for their actions could surely be corrected without punishment. Why could they not just confront the other Dominions peacefully? The Host told Zadkiel that mercy cannot always be lenient. How can there be clemency for some when it results in the suffering of others? The Host tells Zadkiel that their fellow Dominions have been transgressing against their own virtues without them knowing... 

Judiel, the Dominion Angel of Diligence, has been more idle than he has been active in his work lately. Judiel can’t afford to slow down, for he oversees the efficiency of the lower choirs. The Archangel Gabriel, along with many others, have praised Judiel multiple times for how often he delivers innovations to the lower Choirs. But that praise is going to run out soon. Zadkiel plagued Judiel’s mind with vivid, maddening nightmares to keep him awake at all times. They didn’t want to see their friend imprisoned for his slothfulness.

Cassiel, the Dominion Angel of Temperance, has been encouraging indulgence amongst other angels and allowing himself to be excessive at the banquets in Heaven. How could this Dominion be trusted to bring abundant crops for the Host’s future creations? He’ll take what he doesn’t need from humanity! The lower choirs have been living peacefully and contently under Cassiel, but for how long? The Host had to guide Zadkiel’s sword to disembowel Cassiel. Surely a period of agony would be more merciful than the true punishment for refusing to abstain. Sachiel, the Dominion Angel of Charity, and the one who Zadkiel loved, has transgressed as well. His eye has been on the golden paved roads and the embellishments on the towering walls more than he has been worshiping the Host. Zadkiel remembers Sachiel telling them the reason for this. The Angel of Charity predicts humans will develop a currency in the future. They could give Heaven's excessive gold to humans so they could afford to survive. Not only did Sachiel stash away some of this gold in preparation for this, but he also spoke about the Host’s future creation living in sin. Zadkiel, in their mercy, cut off Sachiel’s left hand and gouged out his right eye. That way his beloved could never commit something so atrocious again. But Judiel, Cassiel, and Sachiel were still punished. They fell with Lucifer. Now, when the Archangel of Mercy looks at their friends, their beloved, they see them in the pain they caused. 

Judiel’s- Belphegor's- inventions are now making Hell prosperous. He experiments on the damned souls who were too indolent in life to invent anything themselves, but abused others to create it for them. When they become too insane, he alters their minds to make them compliant. Belphegor denies himself sleep when he hasn’t worked enough.

Cassiel- Beelzebub- is more gluttonous than he ever was, and his legions live in hedonism with him. But for those souls that used substances to abuse others while they were living, and lived in such excess that there is nothing left for others, he keeps them in total and eternal deprivation in Hell. Beelzebub starves himself when there are times of conflict.

And when Zadkiel looks at Sachiel- Mammon- they see a cold, sick, and angry beast. An animal that is longing for more but refuses to take, hunting and devouring those that are corrupted by their wealth. Mammon despises money and those who worship it, but at least it makes them easy enough to tempt with promises of lucre.

Mammon told Zadkiel he forgave them a long time ago, but Zadkiel will never give themself that same mercy.

[7association-was-here]

//The ultimate Seven blog “#Lore?” timeline list (from oldest to latest). Posts marked with “bonus” aren’t necessarily important to the main plot but have additional information in them or just silly mini-arcs and interactions.

//Also I couldn’t get every little mini arc in here since scrolling through about 100+ posts and nitpicking them is tricky without accidentally missing one or two, so apologies if I missed a few sillies or infos here and there.

The First Hunt arc

Seven’s Tumblr Debut

L.O.L (bonus)

Cookies

Cookies part 2

Cookies part 3

Cookies part 4

SnakeHead’s ask Debut

SnakeHead’s ask Debut part 2

The Dessert Agents Debut

The Dessert Agents cheesecake incident

Faust’s Encounter

Heathcliff’s Encounter

SnakeHead’s tip

Workshop Murder

Jinx (bonus)

Heathcliffs?

Heathcliffs? part 2

Clock friend (bonus) (technically)

Clock friend learns of tumblr (bonus)

Clock puppy (bonus)

Clock puppy part 2 (bonus)

Durante Buttercream Sigye the 10th (bonus)

Heathcliff’s report

Catfished

Gal-pals (bonus)

Heathcliff update

Best boi blog Debut?? (bonus)

Golf Cart unlocked

Durante status (bonus)

On the way

A big oopsies

The First Hunt

Random Interval Moment

Mirror identities (bonus)

Thoughts (bonus)

Clock conundrum (bonus)

Clock conundrum part 2 kind of (bonus)

The R.B. (bonus)

S.A.D. (bonus)

S.A.D. part 2 kind of (bonus)

That one with the isopods (bonus)

That one with the isopods part 2 (bonus)

That one with the isopods part 3 (bonus)

That one with the isopods part 4 (bonus)

That one with the isopods part 5 (bonus)

That one with the isopods part 6 (bonus)

Raccoons VS. Isopods (bonus)

Current arc

Instagram Grandma’s Debut

“Why are workshop owners getting killed?���

Normal prescript outing

Normal mailbox delivery

Normal cat

Do not contact the normal cat

SnakeHead’s blog Debut

The beach cruise episode

Outis’ first report

Coincidence?

Exchange

Umbrellas?

Beginning of a war (bonus)

War initiated (bonus)

Hostage (bonus)

Hostage part 2 (bonus)

The End of the war..? (or is it) (bonus)

Just a silly guy, whimsical even

Number 111

Walking adventure

Walking adventure gone wrong

H.R.B.M, or Birds of a feather

Whistleblower

Walking adventure conclusion

All aboard the Pequod

Yellow flowers?

Indecisive clues (bonus)

Strange encounter (bonus)

Bird friend (bonus)

Back on track

Inquiry (bonus)

That sounds bad

Chicken wing detour

Fox Hunt

Catherine

Words from another world (bonus)

Another expedition

Expedition complete

“Yaoi revenge”

Whistleblower returns

Whistleblower returns part 2

A very bad feeling

”Don’t eat those! Oops!”

Boat shenanigans

The end of the cruise episode

[97dude-gone-missing]

Heading in for the night, I will be awnsering any asks I get tomorrow ! o7