Vivi Vain

Fun Facts About Vivi Vain!~

✦Oh? Made it this far, have you? Have you decided to offer your soul to the darkness of Oblivion?✦• As a variety streamer you'll see snippets of my life through various kind of streams, including but not limited to gaming, just chatting, art, community games/events, hand cam streams, etc~• You'll see me playing any game that comes to mind. With my inattentive ADHD, staying focused is a bit of a difficult task sometimes. I will often swap games so expect to have something fresh to watch often! :3• My love languages consist of gift giving, words of affirmation, and physical touch!♡︎• I'm a 2x fur mom to a Shiba Inu mixed pupper named Nova & and short hair American guinea pig named Mishka!• RPGs, Strategy, Creative, and Turn-Based games tend to be my preferred, but I am always willing to try anything new as long as a friend is willing to play alongside me or mentor me properly. ^^• I am open to collabs & art commissions to those who I consider close friends! (Consistency is key ;3)

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✨Lore Introduction✨

Requiem for the Angel

Come, our Lost Soul. Sit, and let me tell you a tale. A tale of an Angel, and her fall. There is a dichotomy in all things. As with all jewels, our Queen is viewed through the many facets and reflections of those observing her. This may lead you to ask... What is true? What is false? Who is she really? This beacon that draws us in, this warmth that comforts us, this celestial being who is always near but impossible to grasp. Is she the moon, or is she the lake that reflects it? Is she the wolf who howls, or is she the wind who carries and emboldens the voice of the pack? Is she the longing, or is she the release?And in all honesty, I'm afraid I can't tell you. But I can tell you stories of who she has been. Stories that are continuing to grow. New stories. Old stories. Stories you will add to, change, remake, envision, and project upon. Stories you will understand and misunderstand.You see; our Queen, Lord Papi Vain, Breaker of Backs and Pegger of Titans, the Queen of Oblivion, was initially an Angel. Yes; you heard that right. And you can sense it even now. The purity of the angel within our demon queen. You see, in heaven she was loved. For she was love. As all angels are ideals or beliefs made manifest, so it was with her, the manifestation of Love, Passion, and Freedom. She was formless in her interactions, never restraining or restricting those around her, only asking that they do the same for her. And she worked hard every day. She cared for, and nurtured, and looked over those around her. All that would turn their face towards her and seek her out. All those that would invest in her, and in turn be invested in by her.But slowly, the shadows crept in. Her closest individuals, the ones she loved unconditionally, began to place expectations upon her. To constrict her. To define her. And she allowed it for a time, believing it was what was best for them, what they needed. And as she continued to give, they continued to take. As she continued to permit, they continued to carve away pieces of her. Until one day they carved away her wings. Our queen cried out in anguish at what had been taken from her; begged for her people to come back to her, to return to what they once had. To reflecting love and compassion and kindness upon each other. To seeing and hearing each other and allowing each other to exist in comfort. And yet; they continued to carve and mold her, to attempt to force her into the shapes that they wished of her. And when she would not comply; she was stripped of her position, and cast from heaven into hell.How could this happen, you might ask? How could one so beautiful, so loving, so full of life, so adored, be so badly maligned? Remember; this is a story of duality, of paradoxes, of the dichotomy of all things. Where there is light, there is dark. Where there is pleasure, there is pain. Where there is good, there is evil. And nothing embodies these paradoxes more than man, nor has the opportunity to harm more than those closest. Admiration turned to jealousy, love malformed into hatred, a desire to be near disfigured into a desire to possess. A tale of caution, of pain, of suffering, of obsession transforming heaven into hell. Remember, our beautiful Lost Soul, the world is created through your eyes, shaped through your hands, and you will need to remind yourself every single day to shape your world with love and purity. To allow nature and those around you to take their course. The only things we truly control are ourselves, and in preserving the balance of nature, we must preserve the balance of ourselves.Even if you slip, you mustn't falter. Because you are now in Oblivion. And this is her realm; her soul; her space that she has invited you into. Although this is the first ring of Hell, you can choose to contribute to making this our Heaven. You can show those sanctimonious pricks what being good truly looks like.

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✨Lore Continued✨

Apotheosis of the Queen

So, dear Lost Soul, you've heard the tale of her fall. And now, it's time for the tale of her rise. The rising above her suffering, the construction of her own heaven no matter what hell she has been cast into, the choosing to be and to do good, regardless of the form she is perceived as. The setting of an example, of how to love, and how to be loved, of being naked yet armored, of giving freedom to those around you while protecting yourself and what you love.This is the story of how the Fallen Angel created new wings, of the queen cast to Hell creating a true Heaven, of her ascension from prisoner to queen, and the reclamation of her divinity and power.You see, even stripped of her angelic form, even beaten, broken, battered, violated, and shunned, her nature never changed. She did not hate. She grieved. And as she grieved and reflected in Hell, seeking answers, seeking to understand why such unimaginable horrors had been inflicted upon her, she underwent an epiphany. She understood that where there was vulnerability, there was strength. Where there was good, there was potential for bad. Where there was love, there was potential for hate.And through this understanding, she realized that all things were formless. And through that formlessness, all forms were possible. It was a choice. A decision to assume a shape, to assume a form. And if that were true of people, of intentions, of emotions, why would that not be true of souls? She was a being of light, and now, she was also a being of darkness. But she understood. She understood, that the dark, and the light, were the same. That the immaterial, and the material, were the same. That the body and mind was created through the soul, and that the soul was created through the body and mind. Through the choices made. Through the actions taken. And so, as she had exercised control over light in the past, she now exercised control over darkness. Over souls. Through acceptance and relinquishing of control over others, she became able to control herself. To shape herself. To shape her soul.And as her understanding grew, so did her soul. So did her longing. What did she long for, you might ask? Revenge? Power? No. What she truly desired, was a place of comfort. A place for those seeking comfort. A place where all could truly be themselves. Where those that had no place of belonging could exist. Could assume the true forms of their souls. Be unburdened by such notions as good or evil, with only one true rule. To not harm those around them, or Oblivion, as harm to Oblivion was harm to her."Oblivion?" she thought. What a peculiar feeling. Where had this name come from? What even was Oblivion? And as she gazed around in thought, she realized. She had created her Heaven. She had formed Oblivion, of her own soul. She had given form to the formless. And she had erected a boundary around her realm, but most curiously, a boundary that could be passed through by those Lost Souls that sought her. Protected, and yet unguarded.So what next, you might ask? Well; if we're going to be here an eternity, we're going to need somewhere to sit. And as ruler of this realm, as Queen of Oblivion, what more fitting place to sit than a throne? And there it was. A throne of bone; exactly where she had imagined it. And so she sat, idly, observing the realm that had formed around her, admiring her creation, deep in thought. Waiting. For you. For me. For her Lost Souls to find her, and to pour into her as she poured into them.

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