I made a fan art for you ✨
I was gonna color self-insert to grey but in tags say you imagine them to be blue skin and white hair and I was like oh let’s do that :D
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Oh my gosh it took me randomly checking my inbox to see this, I can't believe I missed this 😭 this is so cute, I love it, thank you!!🥰
yeah I like to play around with different Sinner Y/N concepts all the time and I love the colors and accessories you picked here, very aesthetic, VERY feeding into my love of "Valentino becomes obsessed with a Reader who isn't conventionally his type". You think he's bullying you because he's an asshole but really he's just embarrassed he's SO Down Bad For You and he's like, worried he'll be judged for it or some weak or something, and he's just, tsundere and bad at flirting. Valentino chasing butch girl Y/N. Valentino chasing punk and goth and rebel Y/N. Valentino chasing Y/N regardless because he's just s big mean slut 🥰
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[ Special: Rat ] This one looks real good. A twitchy sort of nervous, lurking around the edge of the ballroom like she'd melt under the spotlight. Griss had caught sight of her by chance, because like her, he was also lurking around the party's periphery, but unlike her, it's not because he's avoiding the other guests. He trailed her for a little bit, just to make sure she'd appreciate the furry thing squirming in his fist.
He thinks this one might be one of the musicians from last year's ball, because he'd heard the rumors of the rat band making its appearance again recently and why else would a rat be wandering around this ballroom full of people? (for plenty of reasons, just none that Griss likes as much as the idea of gifting a little trombonist to someone)
But his time's up now. She knows he's here, so he catches up with her, his own heart thundering with excitement like the little one under his thumb patters away with terror.
He sees his chance. His teeth bare in a grin.
"Hey, hold this for a sec!"
A Big Ol' Rat flies through the air, squealing, straight for Bernadetta's chest. [ // hello :) ]
the shiver prickles up the buttons of her spine and back down throughout her body, sending bernadetta into a tizzy that nearly has her trip over her own two feet. it is a chill with fangs, a needling death knell. it is a looming presence that might just be as harrowing as hubert von vestra's, goddess love him, goddess or whomever else had the guts.
in retrospect she should have appreciated him more. because without the familiarity of hubert's particular horror, bernadetta slinks through the night without any leads on what this could be. she slinks along walls, corners, any stretch of shadow as she is prone to do—yet she cannot shake off this unspeakable, morbid sensation, cast upon her like a sheet of ice. it follows her everywhere. it haunts her every move. eventually, too, it tails her into one of the halls tapering off from the ballroom.
this is her fatal mistake. with her surroundings stripped bare of other stimuli, bernadetta finally perceives him: hunter, circling prey, and far less well-intentioned than any classmate could be. for all of her misplaced panic a broken clock is still right twice a day—she is certain that this reaper is here for her, to split her very soul from mortal flesh and bone.
her ribboned slippers pick up with a startle, and a sob, but she does not make it far. no, not at all.
this ghoul grins, all teeth, and bernadetta's shriek from that sight alone is punctuated by what he chucks at her. the fuzzy projectile thwacks into her chest with a squeak that mirrors her own; on pure reflex bernadetta's arms spring up to catch it, and as they do, she opens her eyes to see the "gift" blink right back at her.
it pauses.
she pauses.
"... michael?"
their mutual shock lasts for one, two seconds. then, throwing up its little paws with huzzah, michael the rat is the first to break their silence when it squeaks in merry recognition:
"princess bernadetta!!!"
bernadetta screeches. somewhere in the distance, another person's wine glass splits with an abrupt crack.
her eyes and head both roll backward. darkness bleeds through the corners of her vision, swallowing the rest of the world before she can move.
and thus once again, bernadetta von varley has fainted while standing upright.
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Sorry for two asks, and is not my greatest work but thought Lunara deserved a Mini so built them one (in hero forge).
Had to take some artistic liberties but I hope you enjoy!!!!!
LOOK AT HOW CUTE THIS ISSSSS ❤❤❤❤❤ YOU TOTALLY CAPTURED HER ENTIRE VIBE 😭😭❤❤❤❤❤
like even the coat is actually REALLY fitting for her!! like it's similar to the way i stylize it in my own art HAHA but also THE HAIR AND EVERYTHING IS SO GOOD 😭😭❤❤❤
thank you so so so much again for this!! my eyes lit up when i saw your ask 😭❤❤❤
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Lynnie Green was and still is a fan of Bea- she refers to herself as an 'acolyte' in an interview I listened to. She was a fan even before getting on the show, she followed Bea's theater career closely. She's also talked about how (I can't remember which appearance) at the end of filming Bea said she was going for a drink (I think they shared a dressing room) and how she regrets that Bea was obviously offering to take her out on the town and she was so, like, in awe that she fumbled it and she regrets it to this day because she wanted to cross that bridge from acolyte to confidant and thinks they could've been great friends. She's also said Bea kept in touch with her after filming and would always greet her warmly when they ran into each other or offer her tickets to some shows a few times over the years. OH and she's a lesbian, happily married to her wife (just found this out at the last Golden Con). she rocks, basically.
Anon, oh my god. The amount of incredible information you have given me.
First of all -- Lynnie referring to herself as an acolyte of Bea is incredible. Honestly wish I'd been able to follow Bea's career as closely as Lynnie did, if only for the chance to call myself her acolyte.
The story about Bea inviting her out for a drink and her fumbling the invitation is so relatable, oh my god. Can you imagine, getting to work with someone you admire so much? No -- getting to impersonate her?? And then she invites you out for a drink??? I would have died on the spot. Holy shit. Absolutely incredible. I'm so sorry for her that she didn't get to become Bea's friend but honestly I completely get her panic!
And Bea -- I know by now that she was a complete sweetheart, but this information just melts my heart!!! She kept in touch with her? She was warm to her and sent her tickets to her shows??? Oh ;-; what a sweet lovely person she was!!! I'm forever mad I didn't get the chance to see her in person! What a blessing upon this world!!
And on top of all this, on the first day of pride month, you come and tell me Lynnie is a happily married lesbian?? Anon you have made me so happy. So so so happy. Thank you so much!!! You're absolutely right, she rocks!
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