#go read it up

[drowndazaijustice4chuuya]

As someone who decided to jump into Evillious Chronicles as a sort of distraction during 2020, I have emerged two years later to jump in again and to find that this fandom actually exists.

So, this is for the people who were sifting through Vocalist on YouTube and encountered the Story of Evil series: Daughter of Evil, Servant of Evil, Regret Message.

And let me clarify some shit. Important information will be typed in cursive.

Firstly, Rin, the yellow princess, is PLAYED by the Vocalist Rin Kagamine, the princess's name is Rilliane Lucifen D'Autriche.

The same applies for the rest of the cast, so basically:

Rilliane - Rin

Allen(Alexiel) - Len

Michaela - Miku

Germaine - Meiko

Kyle - Kaito

Secondly, allow me to tell you the ACTUAL story.

It starts with Rilliane and Allen's parents, Anne and Arth. The two of them were childhood friends with a woman named Prim Marlon.

Prim Marlon is a bitch.

Prim was bffs with Anne, but always had internalised arrogance in her as she saw herself above Anne due to being of higher status. So, she was absolutely pissed when Arth, the remaining Crown Prince, proposed to Anne instead of her.

Extra history, Lucifenia (the yellow kingdom) was once part of Beezlenia(I may have spelled this wrong, my apologies) the red kingdom. Arth and his royal family were actually killed during a carriage accident in the green forest, but some mischievous magical being saw and placed his soul in a golem.

So when he grew up, Arth became a total badass and freed Lucifenia from Beezlenia, he made this group of three which consisted of Mariam Phutaphie, Elluka and Leonheart(forgot this dude's name but he's kind of an asshole so whatev), with Arth's wife Anne co leading with him.

Eventually, Lucifenia succeeded and they managed to have kids, Rilliane and Allen.

Happy ending right?

WRONG

Prim used the Sword of Lust to seduce Arth so she had a child she named Ney. Ney became her spy in the Lucifenian Court.

After that, she used the Glass of Gluttony to give the king and incurable decease so he bit the dust. Soon after, Anne did too.

But before that, Rilliane and Allen were playing when they encountered the Mirrors of Pride, there are four mirrors, and at that time, Banica Conchita was occupying one of them.

(Banica's story is for another time, this whole universe is interconnected and you will.be confused before you understand, that's why I love it.)

Banica possessed Rilliane, so during an exorcism, Elluka accidentally wiped Rillaine's memories of Allen. Before she got yeeted from Rillaine though, Banica told Allen that he could write a message place it in a bottle and throw it in the sea to make a wish come through as thanks for him sharing his food.

After Arth's death, there was a lot of controversy about who would sit on the throne, Allen or Rilliane. After an assassination attempt, Anne decided to fake Allen's death and Allen agreed, he was adopted by Leonheart.

When Anne died, Ney gave Rillaine another two of the Mirrors, which made the Demon of Pride possess her, which caused her to be a tyrant.

TL;DR: Some bitch who didn't get her crush to like her decides to screw over her crush's kingdom and kids. Rillaine is a tyrant because she was possessed by a fucking demon.

And now is when we get back to the og story. Let me tell you this, the animations, unless released by the actual mothy, is very incorrect. Rillaine does not have short hair, she did not remember Allen, and Allen did not kill Michaela.

Kyle is Prim's son with the king, and he was promised to Rillaine. He then fell in love with Michaela, who was gay as fuck for Clarith, daughter of white, and decided to jilt his fiance known for being a tyrant.

Rillaine is pissed, and proceeds to absolutely wreck Elphegort(the green kingdom) and burn the forest that surrounds it. The forest is filled with magical shit, get into that later.

Michaela actually managed to escape, but Prim sent Ney to finish the job so it would look like Rillaine did it. Allen just saw her corpse and took credit for it.

Kyle is tricked and joins the unhappy Lucifenian army with their revolution.

Now is time for Germaine.

Long story short, her adopted dad was Leonheart and Rillaine had Leonheart killed, so she's pissed too and decides to start a revolution.

When the rebels storm the castle, the demon flees Rillaine and leaves a hopeless fifteen year old still grieving her mother's death, betrayed by her closest friends (Ney and Chartette), and very remorseful for what she had done.

Allen that appears and makes her switch places with him.

Allen gets executed. And yes, being adopted by Leonheart alongside Germaine, Germaine knows that he is Rilliane and lets it pass. Kyle accepts it because he thinks Allen killed Michaela.

Rillaine escapes and is taken in by a nunnery, makes a wish to the sea to see Allen again which gets fulfilled but not in Story of Evil. She dies a ripe old age of seventy six as a beloved nun surrounded by the mourning orphans she took in.

There's actually another song from an orphan's perspective who decide to send the letter Rilliane wrote. Obviously, the letter is addressed to Allen because she still misses him like fuck. They meet Kyle, who tells them that the person has been dead already. Overall, the song ends happy.

Also, Prim gets killed by Ney, so yay, the bitch is dead.

I'm sorry if this was confusing. But this is the real story, taken from the wiki itself.

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[emberglowfox]

birds of a feather

[flowercrowngods]

when ao3 is back up i want all of you to leave comments on the fics you were interrupted from reading, the fics you were looking to find, the fics you were thinking about re-reading, and the fics left open in your tabs for months now.

when ao3 is back up, i want you all to show some love to your favourite writers, favourite fics, or even just the 600 word one-shot that brought a smile to your face that tuesday three weeks ago.

when ao3 is back up i want you all to remember that comments and explicitly voiced appreciation are what keep writers going.

[thoodleoo]

there are very few ancient artifacts that make me more emotional than roman tombstones that thank the reader for stopping by and wish them well. there's simply something so sweet and gentle to me about imagining a traveler stopping along the road to read someone's final dedication and being sent away with the blessings of a thankful ghost

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Reading fetish erotica with absolutely pristine and morally upright consent and neat and tidy safer sex practices is like watching a Fast and Furious movie where they stop at every stop sign and signal for every lane change and always obey the speed limit.

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

[greykolla-art]

I was rereading Skulduggery Pleasant and realised it was a goldmine for cute Alastor & Charlie moments.👌

I’m gonna project genuine friendship onto these fuckers and you can’t stop me!

[bluegiragi]

that's an order.

early access + nsfw on patreon

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

“I love you, it’s ruining my life” “My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys” “Down Bad” “So Long London” “But Daddy I Love Him” “Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?” “I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)” “loml” “The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived”

[morally-earl-grey]

[lotus-pear]

the day i picked up dazai or smth idk i've never read it

[fluffyblue-multifandommess]

"Yagami Light as a youtuber would probably plagiarise" WRONG Yagami Light is insanely intelligent and looks down on literally every single other human person, he would rather stab himself in the eye than using the works of someone else - someone who can't be anything but beneath him. Pre-Death Note youtuber!Light would make long-ass videos about Everything Wrong With Society with completely unhinged takes about how xyz small innocuous thing is responsible for gang violence with numbers* to back it up.

"Light would plagiarise" get the fuck out of here.

*numbers which he completely twists to his own bias - without even knowing it because he thinks way too highly of himself

[nkogneatho]

This is a PSA for all the writers who exclusively write only fluff and angst:

we love you. we still read your fics. no we don't care if it doesn't have smut in it. it is still valid and it is beautiful. thank you for existing. have a good day.

[sharkfinn]

Dead Ringer

"Screaming.

It’s the first thing he’s aware of..."

Here's my submission for @ecto-implosion !!!

And a link to the amazing fic @browa123 wrote based on it!!!!! It's REALLY well done, it was sooo fun working with you and I couldn't have hoped for a better end result 💚

Thanks for having me!! I've had this idea for years and finally got to use it for something COOL, I'll definitely participate again if there's another implosion in the future. I met so many talented people

[greelin]

equipping these not for strategic reasons. but gay ones