#AND YOU HAVE TO REVEAL YOUR IDENTITY TO DO THAT!!!

[bloomzone]

📍. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

[Hi everyone, so today's blog may look a little interesting because we are in the last days of April so it's reset time . So i've been a little disconnected lately, it's exam season, and honestly it’s been a lot . Also, sorry for anyone who's been sending me questions in my inbox I might not answer everyone right away, but I promise I’ll be more active after finals and my regional exam , and actually for anyone out there who’s thinking about building a habit or tracking something next month... this is your sign ⏲️.]

ॱ🪽 ₊ . why a 7-day challenge works

"Change doesn’t happen because we suddenly decide to become someone else overnight" It happens when we choose to become slightly better versions of ourselves so for one week you will be asked to show up for yourself because all lasting change begins with a decision to start, no matter how small or imperfect that beginning may seem.

For me personally, the 7-day method has been the most effective way to rebuild habits, especially during the moments when life feels heavy when I’m stuck in a slump, caught in a rut, or feeling disconnected from myself. I have built and rebuilt many habits through this method, and I’m not here to pretend that I follow all my habits perfectly every day. That’s simply impossible. Life is unpredictable bro 💀 and being human means accepting that sometimes we will fall off track. But I’ve found that committing to a 1-week challenge creates just enough structure without feeling overwhelming. Whether it’s studying after a long period of burnout, taking care of my skin , exercising, or simply keeping my space clean, the same principle applies. I give myself one week of small, consistent effort. By the end of those seven days, something inside me shifts naturally. The habit begins to carry itself it becomes part of my daily rhythm again. This approach it’s about reconnecting with the parts of yourself that want to grow. !

so let's get into it !

ᵕ⁠⑅ 💌 .building a habit is like planting a tree

When you approach building a habit, imagine that you are planting a tree. In the beginning, the seed is fragile and invisible to the world. No one applauds you for watering it. No one even knows it’s there but you do ofc . Each action you take is a way of pressing that seed deeper into the soil, helping it find its first roots. A tree It grows because every day it reaches for the light, it anchors itself to the earth, and it trusts the slow work of time. Your habit is like a tree so it will not reveal its strength immediately. It will be built through consistency, patience, and hard work . The stronger the roots you lay in the beginning, the higher you will grow later.

🪄 ♡⁠˖ Preparing before u start

Before you start the challenge, it is important to create the right conditions for success. First choose your habit carefully. Do not pick something because it sounds impressive or because it feels like what you "should" do. Choose something you genuinely want to nurture something that will add peace, energy, or meaning to your life. Next, make the habit as specific and realistic as possible. If your habit is "read more," define it: "Read 10 pages before bed." If it’s "move more," define it too like : "Stretch for 20 minutes after waking up." Specificity turns intentions into actions. Finally, prepare your environment. Remove distractions if you can, and set yourself reminders that pull you gently back to your commitment. Success is easier when you remove as many barriers as possible before you begin.

👛 ꪆ୧ How to stay connected to your habit

As you practice the habit each day, it’s crucial to understand what you are really building. You are not just completing a task. You are shaping ur identity. Every time you follow through, even if it’s only for a few minutes, you are reinforcing the belief that you are someone who keeps their promises to themselves. At first, the actions will feel mechanical. You will not see immediate results, and it may feel pointless. This is natural NATURAL PLEASE READ IT AGAIN . Habits develop strength under the surface long before they show themselves outwardly as I said is like planting a tree . Trust the process. Know that the first few days are about teaching your mind to accept a new way of being, even if the change is invisible at first. When you focus not on achieving perfection but on maintaining connection to your action, you create a system that can survive setbacks, challenges, and the inevitable moments of doubt.

✧🕧 ~ A helpful hack to never forget ur habit

One tip that personally changed everything for me especially when my mind felt busy or overwhelmed is setting up reminders in a very intentional way. It’s simple .. If you are someone who naturally checks your phone first thing in the morning (which most of us do without even thinking about it), use it to your advantage. The night before, right before you go to sleep, open your Notes app, Notion, or even just the simplest app you have for writing and write down the habits you want to keep track of the next day. You could write something like, “Skincare routine,” “Study for one hour,” or “Stretch/workout for 30 minutes ) and add some affirmation if u want and write some words that will motivate u to get up and do it because 100% ur own words can fix u also then, leave that note open and lock your phone screen on it. The next morning, when you reach for your phone instinctively, the first thing you’ll see is your gentle reminder. It’s like that screen will be guiding you back to yourself before u will forgetting

And if you’re someone who doesn’t look at your phone first thing in the morning, you can use a simple journal instead. Keep a small notebook or journal right on your nightstand, your desk, or wherever your eyes naturally land when you wake up. Before sleeping, write your habits or intentions for the next day on the first page you will see when you open it. This way, whether you are a phone-checker or a journal-lover, you are creating a natural path for your brain to reconnect with your goals that would be like a reminder waiting for you every morning.

੭ 🗒️ ۪ ⊹ it’s okay to fall

Please don’t let people on the internet make you feel bad if you slip during this challenge or while building any habit. If you don’t feel okay one day, that’s normal please don’t be sad. NOBODY like nobody is watching you, nobody cares, just come back the next day and start counting your seven days again. This is so normal. I swear to God, it’s NORMAL . I don’t know why people make it seem like if you fall off for a day or two or even weeks , you’ve ruined everything. Like if you missed two days of exercise, or didn’t study, or didn’t do your skincare, suddenly you’re not worthy anymore, or you’re not going to be like the person you see online. That’s not true. Please don’t compare yourself to anyone you see on the internet. Even the people who post their perfect routines they mess up too. Some show it, but most of them don’t. You’re only seeing a small part of their story.

So please, never feel bad for slipping. If you fall off track, just come back the next day. It’s completely human. Bro, you’re human. Nobody’s judging you. If you feel ready the next day, go back to your habits. If you don’t feel ready, that’s okay too. Just don’t stay stuck in burnout forever. Don’t think, “I’ll rest until the burnout ends,” because usually, if you wait too long, the burnout only gets heavier (by experience) . If you feel like you’ve been stuck for days, it’s okay but please, get up gently. Go take a shower. Clean your space a little. Go outside for a walk. Then slowly come back to your habits, your intentions, your small actions the ones that make you feel like yourself again. Your body, your mind, your energy they will start to come back, even if it’s little by little ! trust yourself alwaays 🍀

@bloomzone

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Revolving Door

When Tate McRae said that "I keep comin' back like a revolving door" in her hit song, I guess that aptly described my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, Kentaro, or Ken for short.

He's a toxic, manipulative, trustfund gym junkie that is completely a red flag through and through, but how can I resist him when he always fashioned himself in an entirely different manner after every single time he fucked up? What I'm about to tell you is absurd but it really is the truth, but aside from being crazy rich due to his parents work, that work done by his parents also enabled him to shapeshift into any human being on Earth as long as he physically touched them. So, imagine my frustration (and obviously massive surprise that almost sent me to cardiac arrest) that after my first breakup with him, the person I have a big fat crush on because of his interest to me that came out of nowhere as I noticed him from ages before but not receiving any signal in return until after my breakup turned out to be Kentaro in disguise!

How did I found out about it? Well, he revealed himself by shifting right in front of my eyes after he fucked me. He explained that the people he decided to shift into would fall asleep as soon as he shifted into their form and so all the flirting I received from Grant was actually his. I obviously called him a fucking creep right then and there and started to throw any stuff I could find at him, until he shifted into my own fucking boss back then and styled that man in his posing brief as we knew him to be a bodybuilder and even watched his shows as he invited all the employee to support him. He grabbed me with my boss fucking muscular arm and leaned closer to me with a smirk before ravenously kissed me, using his knowledge over my fantasies that I shared with him about my boss as a weapon to attack my defense, which of course unable to resist my own wildest fantasies that came to life at that time

And that's been the dynamic ever since. Every time after our breakup and even when I already dated steadily with my now-boyfriend Lin, or Linford based on his English nickname, Ken would tease me from time-to-time for a quick fling here and there. My younger sis jock boyfriend......

the fucking plumber that worked in my house......

and even a random jogger I bumped with became a string of his identity theft victim and also my passionate lust and no matter how disgusted or wracked with guilt I was, I always returned with fascination to his different kind of embraces and deep obsession with me

He seemed to keep track of me rather obsessively, or maybe I let him track me deep within my psyche as I desired his bold moves, like shifting into my favorite coffee shop barista and sent me a crude message through HIS PHONE offering a fucking during his shift break as a reward for my loyalty to the indie coffee shop!

Or when he shifted into the fucking priest that officiated the wedding of our mutual friend, his eyes probably noticed how long I kept my eyes shut and lulled to the priest's fatherly baritone that enchanted everyone and when I caught seeing for too goddamn long at the priest taking off his suit jacket to reveal an insanely tight shirt that hugged his splendid figure. Ken used all that knowing full-well how much a man that pious turned out to be corrupted and want to fuck another man really stirred my groin with excitement

He seemed to really understand me in a molecular level, at least when it comes to my lust and sexual desires, and he utilized it in ways not a single boyfriend of mine after him managed to do.

So, after one of my escapades with him just a few months ago, this time he was in the form of my CEO's asshole son, he asked me

"What are we, really? I won't keep doing this with you, Evan. I have a life I want to build too and as much as I enjoyed your company with all your ideas and kink, this needs to be put to a stop if you really don't want to end with me. You always returned to me no matter how far you go, why can't you just stay with me then if I'm that irressistible for you?"

I was stunned........but I have no answer back then so I ran right away and leaving him to dust. I ghosted him by blocking all contacts of his because I was surprised he took all of the flings deeper than it should when I treated it as something shallow.

Nowadays, I really enjoyed Linford's presence and I've not cheated from him ever since. He's quite the gym junkie too in the past few months, I told him to bulk up and be strong and he took the advice really well and even more devoted compared to my working out hours as he has the flexibility of remote work. Things are also more exciting as Linford also shown me his shapeshifting power that makes everything so much more exciting in our bedroom, but I love his original look as it is.

[mymoongirlreadings]

Placements Who Naturally Embrace the Divine Disruptor Life ❤️‍🔥

Sacred Rebellion Coded Placements: Natural catalysts, primal in energy, soul-led, self-owned, sacred, strong, fearless & have breakthrough coursing through their veins. Societal norms hate to see them coming because they're here to shake the system & awaken truth, rebuilding the world from the inside out. They're not here for ease--they're here for impact. Not to stay safe...to shift timelines.

Aries Placements (especially Moon) - Clear boundaries, able to say no without guilt & fierce self-prioritization

Aquarius Placements - The truth teller and pattern-breaker. Radiates individuality and often challenges inherited belief systems. Their purpose and life force are majorly connected to awakening collective consciousness through authenticity and innovation

Sagittarius, Gemini, or Virgo Placements - These placements are sovereign in their thinking and do things on purpose. They shake systems not always through force but from challenging perspectives, information and perception

Capricorn Placements 🪐 - These placements can dig deep within them to anchor themselves through to the end of their desired goal; they have the resilience to keep going even under pressure

Mars in Fire Signs (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) - Fire tries things, they think fast, think bold & can take the leap before they're ready, fear can't hold them back, they are bravery IN MOTION

8th House Stellium or Strong Scorpio Energy - The taboo walker. Meant to face death, power, sexuality, and truth — and come out purified. Brings uncomfortable truths to light, but also births others into their power.

1st House Stellium - They came to Earth to write a new story where they take up space. The way they move creates ripples, and they're meant to embody their full identity by doing this unapologetically. They're not just being seen, they're transforming others through their embodiment. They're not here to wait for permission, they are the initiator energy.

Uranus in the 1st, 10th, or conjunct Sun/Mars - Radically authentic to who they are & refuses to conform. Came to awaken others

Pluto conjunct, sextile or trine Ascendant or Midheaven - Moves powerfully, intensely & are unmissable. They ignite others to look at their own power, whether others are comfortable or uncomfortable with that will be revealed. Others project fear or awe onto them & they're meant to continue rising through it

North Node in Aquarius, Aries, or Scorpio - Destiny is to lead through radical truth, individuality, or transformation. Aries NN: Warrior soul, meant to go first. Aquarius NN: Revolutionary thinker, rule-breaker. Scorpio NN: Rebirth royalty, destined to embrace power.

Aries Venus, Mars, or Lilith or Venus, Mars or Lilith at 1, 13 or 25 degrees - Beauty or desire becomes a weapon of liberation. Attracts through confidence, not compliance. Passionate, fierce, and often “too much” for people who fear feminine fire (the warmth, magnetism & power they hold)

Midheaven in Scorpio or Aquarius - Career path is meant to disrupt, awaken, and rebuild. Known for intensity, originality, or truth-telling. Their legacy is change.

Pluto in the 1st house or conjunctions, sextiles or trines to Pluto - If you have these placements, you were meant to burn down who you were told to be and rise as who you truly are. They are a walking initiation, and others either evolve in your presence or resist you, because they sense your power before you speak

Black Moon Lilith in the 1st house or conjunctions, sextiles or trines to BML - Truth > Approval. Whether through the body, voice, love, mind, or presence--you model what it means to live unowned, unashamed, and unafraid. You were coded for cosmic disruption, loving, living and embodying truth so fully that the old world falls away and a new one is born & rises in it's place, these are your weapons of light

[theskywithin]

🌙 Excerpt from my Book: Pluto in The Houses Chapter

( link at the bottom of the page )

Pluto in the First House

You wear intensity like a second skin. Even in silence, you speak of storms. People feel your presence before you say a word, because your very being is a portal for transformation. But this magnetism comes with weight. You’ve had to die to parts of yourself just to survive being seen. You are here to reclaim the right to exist authentically, unapologetically. Your identity is not fixed, it’s forged through fire. The more you embrace your depth instead of hiding it, the more your presence becomes medicine for yourself, and for others. You are not intimidating. You are just real in a world afraid of truth.

Pluto in the Second House

You’ve known what it means to lose everything and to realize you were never the things you lost. Your relationship with worth is your sacred battleground, learning to stop equating your value with what you own, produce, or protect. You are here to transform scarcity into security, not by gaining more, but by remembering that you are enough. True wealth lies not in possession, but in self-possession. When you release the need to hold so tightly, life places its treasures directly into your open palms. You are not here to cling, you’re here to trust that what is truly yours can never be taken.

Pluto in the Third House

Your voice has been silenced in lifetimes past, or weaponized into something you no longer trusted. Words have been both wound and wand for you. Now, your soul craves a language that liberates. You’re here to dismantle limiting beliefs, to speak what others only dare to think. But first, you must face the shadow of your own mind, the thoughts that haunt you, the stories you tell yourself when no one is listening. Your transformation lies in rewriting your inner dialogue. When you speak from the scar, not the wound, you become the kind of truth-teller this world aches for.

Pluto in the Fourth House

You were born carrying the echoes of those who came before you. The family secrets, the inherited fears, the silent agreements passed down through blood. Home was never just a place, it was a mystery to solve, a ghost to confront. But you are the cycle breaker. The soul brave enough to dig into the emotional basement and name what was never spoken. Your transformation begins when you stop protecting what hurt you and start creating a home where healing is allowed. You were never here to repeat the story, you were born to rewrite it.

Pluto in the Fifth House

You do not create for applause, you create to survive. Your passion burns with the memory of lifetimes where self-expression was punished or misunderstood. You fear being seen and not being seen. But you are here to turn creation into catharsis, to make art from ache. Your inner child holds both a wound and a gift. When you stop seeking approval and start honoring your own fire, you unlock the kind of power that doesn’t just entertain, it awakens. You were not made to follow the script. You were made to set the stage on fire.

Pluto in the Sixth House

You’ve been the fixer, the helper, the one who quietly holds it all together. But beneath your service is a longing to feel seen, not just useful. You may bury your power under routine, or lose yourself in perfectionism. Your transformation lies in turning daily life into sacred ritual. In healing not just others, but yourself. This is where your soul purges what no longer serves and rediscovers devotion beyond duty. When you stop equating healing with martyrdom, you rise not just as a servant, but as a soul in sacred alignment with purpose.

Pluto in the Seventh House

Relationships are never light for you, they are awakenings in disguise. You attract intensity, depth, and often chaos, because your soul seeks transformation through union. Love doesn’t come wrapped in ease, it arrives as a mirror, often shattering, always revealing. You’ve loved people who pulled you apart so you could find the pieces of yourself you gave away. But this isn’t a curse, it’s an initiation. You are here to evolve through partnership, not dissolve within it. When you stop trying to save or be saved, you’ll discover that real intimacy is not about merging, it’s about meeting, soul to soul, without losing your reflection.

Pluto in the Eight House

You came into this life already familiar with death, not just physical, but emotional, spiritual, energetic. Nothing superficial ever satisfied you, you crave soul-baring truth, even if it hurts. You walk through life as an alchemist, turning endings into new beginnings, turning trauma into wisdom. But your power lies not in control, it lies in surrender. You are not here to hold everything together. You are here to let it fall apart, and trust that what remains is real. You are a guardian of the underworld, a healer of what others won’t touch. When you embrace your own darkness without fear, you become light for those still searching.

Pluto in the Ninth house

You have searched for truth in every corner of the sky, in books, teachers, borders, and belief systems. But dogma eventually becomes your cage. Your soul has known both blind faith and bitter disillusionment. You are here to dismantle inherited truths and step into a spirituality that is not taught, but felt. You’ll learn that truth is not a fixed destination, it is a fire that changes shape the closer you get. Your mind is meant to expand, but not escape. The transformation comes when you stop seeking the meaning of life, and begin living as the meaning itself.

Pluto in the Tenth House

You came here with a mission that feels larger than life. You feel watched, measured, responsible, perhaps even before you knew who you were. There’s pressure to succeed, to prove, to rise. But your soul’s greatest work isn’t just to climb, it’s to transform what you’re climbing for. You are here to dismantle outdated systems of power, starting with the one inside you. When you stop chasing approval and start anchoring your purpose, you become the kind of leader the world rarely sees: one who leads from truth, not ego. You are not here to fit the mold. You are here to shatter it.

Pluto in the Eleventh House

You’ve never quite felt like you belonged, even in a crowd. Your soul remembers exile and revolution. You see beyond the rules, beyond the masks, beyond the systems that keep people small. But isolation is not your fate, it’s your initiation. You are here to transform collective spaces from within. To disrupt not for the sake of rebellion, but for the sake of evolution. The future runs through your veins, but it’s your heart that makes it holy. When you stop hiding behind the intellect and let others truly know you, you’ll find the tribe you were always meant to lead.

Pluto in the Twelfth House

You were born with one foot in another world. The unseen speaks to you in symbols, dreams, and silence. But with this gift comes a shadow, the temptation to escape, to disappear, to numb. You’ve carried the grief of the collective, the sorrow of lifetimes, the ache of endings that never had words. But you are not here to dissolve, you are here to remember. Your soul seeks transformation through surrender, not avoidance. When you stop fearing your own depth, you become a channel for divine healing. You are not lost. You are limitless. You are not broken. You are the place where the infinite comes to feel.

My new book "The Sky Within" availabe here :)) :

[hbyrde36]

Night Terrors & Daydreams Pt. 1 of 2

For @penny00dreadful 🖤

I don't know where this came from but as soon as I had the idea I knew I just HAD to write this for your birthday. I'm not sure what that says about me, you, or our friendship 👀😂 but I hope you enjoy! Happy (early) Birthday , Love!

Steddie | Explicit | WC: 2876 | AO3

Eddie stood in the corner of his new charge’s room, biding his time, waiting for just the right moment to strike. 

It was a strange existence, this push and pull between ethereal and corporeal. In his early years he’d kept entirely to the shadows, doing his work from a nice safe distance, paying his dues without ever really showing himself to his… victims. 

He’d always hated that word, victim. He liked to think of himself as something of a caretaker. The way he watched over his humans, so vulnerable as they dozed in their nice warm beds, was evocative of so much more than predator and prey. There were, naturally, much worse things lurking in the night than him, a mere sleep paralysis demon.

It was also a bit of an inside joke with himself, if he was honest. One needed such things to keep themselves entertained these days. The poor souls he pursued endured abject terror to give him life and help power The Underworld like living breathing batteries. 

Ergo, charge.

There was magic and meaning in the naming of things. He’d chosen to call himself Eddie for just that reason, to take control of his identity, abhorring the idea of referring to himself simply as Demon. His kind didn’t typically have names, per se, or at least they certainly weren't given them at their unholy creation, but nothing about Eddie had ever been what one might call typical. 

At the end of the day, he supposed, he could call things and people whatever he liked in the sanctity of his own mind, and the powers-that-be could…

What was the phrase again?

Ah yes. 

Suck it.

The man in the bed stirred, the most delicious whimpering sound slipping from the depths of his throat. Caught in the middle of what appeared to be a nightmare, he tossed and turned, eventually winding up flat on his back, chin tilted to the heavens.

“Perfect,” Eddie whispered to himself. 

He let his essence drift out of the shadows, his smoky half-form ruffling the curtains as he passed by a faintly glowing window, the city with her ever present lights and commotion—regardless of the storm that raged outside— persisting just on the other side of its glass. That glow fell over the figure in the bed to illuminate his face, revealing the gentle curve of full pouty lips, and the fan of long lashes resting heavy across eyes that were accentuated by dark, well-groomed brows. His perfectly tanned skin was dotted with beauty marks, a feature so aptly named when adorning such a lovely specimen.

At first sight, Eddie—who didn’t even need to breathe as a rule—felt as if all the air had been sucked from the room, from the world. Suddenly he understood why humans sometimes wept when they looked upon a particularly beautiful work of art. Why one look at Adonis brought so many to their knees. Why the Trojans went to fucking war.

The man’s eyelids fluttered softly, opening as Eddie continued to gaze upon his face and for a moment it was he, the demon, who was the one frozen in place.

Quickly, before the rare beauty in the bed could so much as cry out, Eddie forced himself to his senses, shifting his focus instead to his power and paralyzed the man with a single thought. The most disarming set of hazel eyes, the only part of his body that the man still had the power to move, stared up at him, showing too much white as they tracked his billowy movements overhead. 

He left in a hurry that night, not even taking the time to feed like he ought to, afraid of what he might do if he lingered long enough to make the necessary connection.

It should have ended there. He should have done the reasonable thing and switched assignments with another of his kind to avoid temptation entirely.

But, it seemed, reasonability had no place in Eddie’s mind. Not anymore. Not when he was consumed with the need to know more about the exquisite stranger who had ruined his very existence, mind, body, and soul.

Well… if only he’d had one, that is.

Three nights later, as drained of energy as he’d ever been, Eddie returned to that bedroom, hovering like a dark cloud over the man who had haunted his every conscious thought since the moment he’d fled. This time he didn’t wait, Hell, he didn’t even paralyze the body beneath him before plunging right into the man’s sleeping mind. 

And dove face first into a world full of nightmares.

His poor human was plagued by all manner of awful dreams. After so many years, Eddie was familiar with what humans feared—fire, darkness, the various things that went bump in the night—but it wasn’t the boogeyman, or any other such monster that lived under beds or in closets that hunted his sweet charge, no. The monsters that tormented the man were formed of disappointed hopes and unmet expectations, of cruel words hurled from the throats of those who were meant to love you most. 

Of loneliness, sorrow, and despair, that could remain unending until his last breath. 

Steve.

His human’s name was Steve. 

A kind soul born into an unkind world that he’d never quite found his place in.

With a mournful sob, Steve gasped awake abruptly. Eddie yanked himself back, freezing Steve in place as he did, leaving only a tendril of his smoke-like being behind to gently brush over the man’s cheek.

'Hush,' Eddie thought at him, for the first time ever projecting peace and comfort on the subject he intended to feed from, and set himself to his task, reverently.

Eddie visited often after that, far more so than was strictly necessary to sustain himself, and yet he couldn’t seem to get enough. Feeding from Steve was a singular, mind-blowing experience, making every human who’d come before him pale in comparison. They had been nothing more than an apéritif, and hors d'oeuvre at best, and Steve?

Steve was a full-course meal, complete with the most decadent, sinful dessert imaginable.

Delicious, addicting, dangerous.  

No other human would ever do for him again. 

Steve’s nightmares remained an unfortunate constant and, visit after visit, Eddie began to make a habit of waking Steve straightaway if he discovered his beloved human in the throes of a night terror.

After a while though, the bad dreams began to lessen, making way for something new. Calm, pleasant interludes started to unfold right before Eddie’s eyes. 

Steve smiling on his commute to work, watching the city race by through wide tinted windows, for once not feeling like a lone raindrop in a storm.  

Steve luxuriating in a warm, lavender scented bath, bubbles concealing much of his perfect form from sight as every muscle in his body relaxed for what felt like the first time in his entire life. 

Steve walking along a tranquil beach at dusk, no longer alone, but hand in hand with another, a faceless man with a head of wild hair, dark as night and curling to his shoulders.

Sadly, it wasn’t all like watching a feature film, much of Steve’s sleeping thoughts came in bursts and flashes.

A strip of pale skin, beautifully mottled with fresh red bite marks.

A prominent Adam's apple, bobbing along a pale, delicate throat.

The glossy sheen of silk sheets bathed in moonlight.

Pretty soon Eddie found himself in Steve’s company every single night, the temptation had become far too great, as did the sharp sting of jealousy for the man in Steve’s dreams. Eddie was completely consumed with his obsession, affectionately so, and had even begun manifesting himself in a full physical form to sit at Steve's bedside, gently stroking his soft, silky hair with real fingers, soothing his beloved while he was trapped in his frozen state.

It was too much, and still not enough, and before long Eddie started to fear that he was killing the man he’d come to care for more than his own existence. He was meant to do this slowly, to drain his victims over time—decades—taking what he needed and siphoning the residuals off to The Underworld to keep the lights on, so to speak. Instead he eventually cut off the outward flow of power altogether, and only took the bare minimum of what he needed to keep himself alive, spending the majority of his time with Steve now simply existing beside him.

Pining.

Yearning for more.

He was breaking convention. He didn’t know what sort of retribution there might be, but in truth it didn’t matter. He’d take whatever punishment was due and be glad of it, happy to pay any price necessary to be with his true love. He ached to have Steve in every way possible. He knew much of the man’s mind, but his soul, his body? That largely remained a mystery. Eddie wanted—needed—to know the taste of Steve’s lips, the touch of his hand, the way it would feel to have Steve inside him, an echo in compliment to the way he had been immersing himself in Steve for so very long now.

The night Eddie finally lost control, was a night like many others.

Already gripped by the nightmares he still suffered from now and then, Steve was thrashing in his sleep when Eddie arrived, his duvet falling off the side of the bed leaving nothing but a thin white sheet between his body and the rest of the world. 

Eddie willed his physical form into existence around him, the one he’d made piece by piece over time, taking inspiration from the mysterious figure who starred in so many of Steve’s less haunted dreams. Anticipation flowed through his veins like a drug as he stepped closer, holding Steve still with his power the way he always did, but this would be no typical night. 

Eddie was only a man. 

No, not even that. 

He was a creature of the night, an incubus, a pathetic wanton fiend who could only stare temptation in the face for so long before he could no longer resist the urge to take that which he desired. 

Sensing Steve was soon to wake, Eddie leaned down to press a kiss to his brow, pulling back just in time to see those honeyed eyes snap open. 

“Sorry I'm late, sweetheart,” Eddie said softly, settling himself on the side of the bed, reaching out a pale, ringed hand to push the damp hair back from Steve’s forehead. “And I'm sorry I couldn’t stop the other bad things from claiming you tonight.”

He imagined a world where Steve didn’t have to be held captive by his power to do this, where Steve would lean into his touch, knowing how cherished he was. But then, that was the goal tonight, wasn’t it, proving his love to Steve and making that world a reality.

Ever so slowly, he peeled back the sheet from Steve’s body, like opening a carefully wrapped gift and wanting to extend the excitement of the moment out as much as possible. He watched, rapt, as the sleek fabric pulled back, revealing bare, tempting flesh by mere inches at a time.

The hair on Steve’s chest. The blush pink of his nipples, hardening the instant they were exposed to the air. The finer line of hairs that trailed down the length of his stomach, dipping lower, and lower still, leading to a well defined groin bracketing his thick, half-hard cock.

It was more likely that Steve had always slept in the nude, Eddie wasn’t sure, and maybe it was delusional, but the sheer thought that perhaps this lovely little surprise was intentional and done specifically with him in mind, had his heart racing and drool pooling in his mouth.  

With a final tug, the silken sheets flew off the end of the bed to land in a heap on the floor below, and Eddie spent a short eternity standing at the foot of the bed, gazing down at the beauty before him, taking in the full effect of Steve’s mouthwatering physique.

Steve simply had to be one of the most gorgeous beings to ever walk the face of the earth, and here he was all laid out for Eddie, completely at the demon’s mercy.

At the wave of his hand Eddie’s own clothes vanished, and with nothing more to keep them apart he crawled back up onto the bed, determined to taste every square inch of his sweetheart’s skin.

He began with a soft tender kiss to the top of each of his beloved’s feet, kneading his fingers into Steve’s strong, muscular calves, at the same time dragging his lips up the length of legs that would have been at home on any Greek statue, worshiping them from ankle to knee with the deepest devotion.

Steve’s inner thighs were practically begging to be bitten, and Eddie was powerless to resist the siren call of them. He sank his teeth in gently but without hesitation, moaning as the soft flesh filled his mouth, sucking on the skin until he could sense blood pooling to the surface where it would surely leave a lasting mark.

A strangled cry suddenly broke through the heavy silence as Eddie pulled back, a high pitched whine vibrating through Steve’s throat. It was the first time the man had ever managed to make a sound, as strained as it was, while under Eddie’s power and it was like music to the demon’s ears.

He repeated the process on the other side of Steve’s body, marveling at the way his love’s cock twitched with each stroke of his tongue, or nip from his teeth.

When Eddie was satisfied with his own handiwork, knowing Steve would see and feel his presence long after he left this night, he moved on to the place he was most desperate to explore. Dipping his head down low, he opened wide, taking each of Steve’s balls into his mouth. One at a time he rolled his tongue around them, reveling in the feel of the loose skin between his lips. Steve’s body at least seemed to be enjoying his efforts too, his cock quickly filling out, now standing at its full height. Long, thick, and so incredibly enticing. 

Eddie ran the flat of his tongue up the underside of Steve’s length from base to tip, carefully swirling all around the head—teasing, testing, tasting the pearly white fluid that leaked from its slit. 

As if the salty, mildly bitter substance were Steve’s own source of magic, Eddie’s entire being began flooding with heat. The fiery desire filled him more and more as he swallowed the paltry droplets, lapping sloppily, desperate for more. 

Steve’s keening reached new heights, the sound nearly frantic when Eddie wrapped his lips firmly around the head of him, hollowed his cheeks, and started to sink down a millimeter at a time until Steve’s entire length was sheathed deep within his mouth and throat.

It was a fullness unlike any other Eddie had experienced before and he loved the way this act took command of all his senses. It was not quite the fullness he’d been craving, there was still an ache in his core, a deep pocket of emptiness that yearned to be stuffed, but there were still plenty of hours left in the night for that. 

Eddie pulled off with a gasp, finding himself panting for air. In his excitement he’d sort-of forgotten that he did need to occasionally breathe in this form. 

With a final kiss to the shining tip of Steve’s cock, now wet from Eddie’s own saliva, he moved on to explore the flat plane of Steve’s lower stomach. Like a cat, he nuzzled his cheek through the hair of Steve's happy trail, letting his lips brush over skin here and there as he shifted further up to Steve’s chest. 

After peppering the entire width of his collarbone with sweet, gentle kisses, Eddie ran his tongue all the way up Steve’s neck to his ear. He wasn’t ready to let Steve go completely of course, not yet, but he was ready to free his mouth, to finally hear Steve’s waking thoughts, in his own true voice.

“You may speak now, my love, but I’d advise you not to scream.” Eddie breathed the words directly into Steve’s ear. “Lest some well-meaning neighbor come investigating and interrupt us.”

Steve’s lips parted slowly, the tip of his pink tongue darting out to wet his plush lips, making them all the more inviting as he begged, softly… 

“Please.”

Eddie tilted his head, the gentle plea most unexpected. “Please what, pet?”

“Kiss me?” Steve asked.

“What did you say?” Eddie whispered on a sharp inhale. He couldn’t possibly have heard that right. 

Please stop. 

Please don’t. 

Please let me go. 

All of those he’d anticipated. All of those he’d been prepared for, ready to fight for his one true love, to show Steve how much he cared, over and over again if he had to, until the man came to believe it.

“Please,” Steve begged again, his eyelids half-closed and his tone breathy, bordering on a whine. “Kiss me, my Angel.”

Part 2 (coming soon!)

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[klapollo-week]

The final prompts for Klapollo Week 2025 are here!

Many thanks to those who submitted ideas for our prompts and all who helped to vote for the final seven! Now, the moment you've been waiting for... it’s time to reveal this year’s prompts for Klapollo Week!

Sunday, June 15, 2025: Perceive

Apollo's unique "Perceive" ability aids him in the courtroom, allowing him to get the whole truth out of witnesses and uncooperative councils. He can focus on small habits and movements of people, which, to any regular person, are practically impossible to see. How does this ability affect his and Klavier's trust in their relationship? What secrets of Klavier's would Apollo be able to uncover with such a unique skill?

Monday, June 16, 2025: Hurt/Comfort

A popular and beloved trope for a very good reason. Klavier and Apollo have been through plenty of hardship, both physical and mental, on their own and together. How do these hardships affect their day-to-day lives? How would they console each other if they ever needed comfort? How do they express their love when they're at their most vulnerable?

Tuesday, June 17, 2025: Getting together

The beginnings of a new relationship can be a confusing and tricky territory to navigate. At the start of a blossoming romance, how do Klavier and Apollo learn from each other? How do they connect and grow closer? How do they even start dating, anyways?

Wednesday, June 18, 2025: Soulmates

Bound by strings, connected by clocks, meeting in dreams... there are many ways that destiny and fate can find its way to someone. When the universe has decided their paths for them, how do Klavier and Apollo react? How do they find each other? How do separate roads come together and intertwine?

Thursday, June 19, 2025: Gender

In many people's interpretations, Apollo and Klavier have unique relationships with gender. One's gender identity is oftentimes a big part of how they see themself, and one's gender presentation or expression can sometimes be entirely different from their gender identity. How do Klavier and Apollo express their gender identities? How do they support each other when trying out new labels or presentations? How do they see things differently based on their different (or shared) experiences?

Friday, June 20, 2025: Different first meeting au

We all know the iconic first meeting between Apollo and Klavier, in which the famous line "This is the first time I've felt this way with a man" was first uttered. But what if that never actually happened? What if, instead, Apollo and Klavier had met under completely different circumstances? Would their opinions on each other change or stay the same? Maybe in another universe, Apollo would be the one doing the flirting...

Saturday, June 21, 2025: Guilt

We all make mistakes sometimes, and we all have our screw-ups. But sometimes, no matter how hard we want to forget, the things we've done in the past continue to hang around and haunt us. What would Klavier and Apollo feel guilty about? How do both of them reach reconciliation? How do they make peace with what is long behind them?

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[flamingpudding]

Oh yes new crack au the Nightingales I think that's spelled right.

Are a big family with a lot of people in it we're all related by chance they all have a family reunion though in the infinite realms imagine Batman Surprise when you get the invitation in the mail to invite him in the Justice League to the Nightingale family reunion

Turns out that Klarion and Martha Night (what her name used to be before she married Thomas Wayne) share the same deadbeat mother the same one he slept with Klarion's Mom and the same one who had Martha Night with Martha's dad

Just a dumb crack idea of Morpher and Clarion being half siblings and Bruce having to deal with that and many other cookies are like half cousins removed are like aunties and uncles that don't visit a lot because of family drama

Just imagine a big old family reunion hosted by Danny but family games everyone bringing something to eat weirdly planning plans to murder their enemies sometimes but help from younger relatives that understand things more

Teaching your family how to use is technology that they had no idea existed cuz they were born no technology zone

Goofy thing Martha and Klarion Bleak literally being comparative half siblings who win every minigame during the family reunion over here styling out children and jump rope just because they can

Love this idea. I modified the Half siblings origin in for my bit a little to something that felt would make it a little funnier. Also Thanks so much. Your ask came at the right time with my vacation and rekindled my passion for writing. I got a lot of stuff to catch up this vacation!

I was playing with the thought of adding this to my ghost king is my uncle AU but decided against it. This family constellation created for this Family Reunion AU feels better suited for it and funnier in a way.

Either way, i think I drifted of a bit into the crackish space and maybe also went a little ooc at some points... but please enjoy.

[Also an edited and probably a bit more flashed out version might get uploaded to AO3 at some point...]

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A Nightingale Family Reunion

Bruce blinked and stared at the glowing floating eyeball before him. That thing had appeared in the middle of a meeting with the Justice League, directly in front of him. A waspy green tail curled around a envelop, decorated with a small ghost and addressed to his a name. His actual name. Not "Batman" but "Bruce Wayne".

Now it was lucky that identity reveals had already happened with all the core members that were in this meeting. Yet it was still unnerving that someone sent him this creature, directly to him while he was with the Justice League as Batman.

It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't the only one that had a floating eyeball before him. It took only one glance to the side to see that Wonder Woman, aka Diana also had one floating before her. Though compared to him she appeared to have expected it. Thanking that creature for the delivery of an 'Invitation'.

Bruce's eyes flitted back to the eyeball before him. It stared back at him, unblinking, of course not something it could do without eyelids. Unlike Diana he had not yet reached out to grasp that envelope from the creatio. Rather contemplating what could happen if he took it and what all could result from that action.

Deep in his thoughts he did not notice how Diana approached head shaking with a smile. "I didn't realize you were part of the Family. You shouldn't keep it waiting, The messengers have jobs to do."

She didn't hesitate taking the envelope from the eyeball for him, thanking the creation before pressing the envelope into his hand. He reluctantly accepted it, determined to question her later more about this as she appeared to know more than he did about this… phenomenon.

And he wasn't disappointed.

'Later' as he found out Diana explained to him how 'the family' had a get-together every 100 years. A family Reunion of sorts of the entire family in a place called the 'Infinite Realms'. Bruce had wanted to question her more on this but she only patted his shoulder, explaining that not all 'mortal' family members got to take part of this event during their 'live-time'. That some would even either be too young to even remember ever taking part in one until they died.

An unsettling statement. Especially when she implied that one could still take part even after death. It was very unsettling but for now Bruce accepted that explanation. He would still try to press on more questions. His children, who all apparently also got invitations delivered by that eyeball creature (including, even Alfred), weren't much better. While some took it in stride, others went into full on investigation mode. (He stopped counting how many days Tim forwent sleep to deep dive into information about the Infinite Realms.)

And then the day of the 'Family Reunion' came.

Diana had decided to accompany them into the Infinite Realms. Helping by being their guide, his stomach sunk as a green vortex opened before them, an eyeball with a bow tie floating before it, moving like it bowed to them. He worriedly had glanced at his second oldest son, hoping this was not going to be some kind of PTSD trigger, but Jason had appeared surprisingly fine.

So despite not feeling alright with it but encouraged by Diana, that this was harmless, they stepped through the portal.

On the other side they came face to face with a giant foyer, even bigger than the one his children knew from Wayne Manor. Bruce blinked as he stared, schooling his expression into his usual stoic one as he surveyed his surroundings. Several blue skinned or greenish…. people mingled with each other. Some having two legs, others something Bruce could help but describe as a ghost tail.

Then his usual stoic expression dropped as his eyes visible widened and he saw the Ghost of his mother arguing with the Witch Boy Klarion in the middle of the foyer, surrounded by others cheering them on as they apparently were holding some sort of competition and not arguing as he first thought. His children weren't fairing much better considering they knew what Martha Wayne looked like from Portrays.

Alfred appeared to be the least one faced as the older man shock his head fondly as if that wasn't an unfamiliar sight to him.

"DIANA!" A cheery voice shouted that ripped Bruce, as well as his children out of their shock as they saw a blur of black and white approach. Bruce hand instantly went to the hidden batarang in his pockets. But they could only blink as they watched the Amazonian Woman get engulfed in a bear hug that would put Dick's octopus-like hugs to shame.

"My Little Niece! So happy you made it! Oh and I see you decided to help Martha's little one to get here safely!" The white haired man grinned brightly. "I hope you're ready Dan really wants a rematch with you, you know?"

"Uncle Danny. Of course I would come, I would never miss this." Diana smiled, and Bruce decided then that this man likely wasn't hostile and let go of the batarang. Though he only relaxed slightly. "Besides I definitely didn't want to miss this one considering this is their first time."

Danny, as Bruce had noted the name, nodded sagely as he let go of Diana. "I know but it is so hard to organise a get-together with everyone. Every 100 years is the easiest to do this."

Bruce took note of that information also. His eyes darting back to his children that were now curiously watching the crowd, more interested as they judged the situation as not dangerous for the moment. But before Bruce could decided what to do, the white haired man Danny hugged him.

"So glad you could join! I was so eager to finally get to meet my grandbaby! I remember when Martha first showed you off to me! You were such a sweet little thing!" To say Bruce was shocked was an understatement. Dick and the rest of his kids started snickering when they saw how Bruce's face morphed from stoic to something akin to shell shocked for the bat.

As if on que a voice he hadn't heard in years called out "BRUCIE!" And a moment later the man was in a group hug, sandwiched between the man with white hair, claiming to be his maternal grandfather and the ghost of his mother.

"MARTHA! I WASN'T DONE WITH YOU YET!" Another familiar voice shouted. Less considered family but still shocking as Klarion marched over arms crossed as he the witch boy glared at Martha. "We are not done yet sister!"

"SISTER?!" The batkids shouted in chorus. Bruce was pretty sure this was the moment his brain blue screened.

Alfred on the other hand seemed rather amused. Though before Bruce could even give a semblance of a reaction to… just everything another very familiar but also strict voice shouted across the entire foyer.

"BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE!" The reaction was instant, as if it hadn't been years Bruce stood straighter, eyes darting to who shouted his full name. Wide eyed he saw the ghost of his father Thomas Wayne approaching…. with a Sandale in hand.

And while his brain was currently too overwhelmed to recognise the shock of first seeing his parents (even as ghosts), and also the chaos of whatever kind of family reunion this was. A in -trained reaction was the first thing that got his body in motion, as memories of his childhood flashed across his mind. Not even his own training could have prevented this kind of reaction.

The Bat-kids on the other hand watched stunned as there was only a second of Bruce seeing the Ghost of Thomas Wayne with a stern expression and a sandal in hand before the man they knew as Batman. Stoic, unmoving and unphased, emotionally constipated Batman. Hightailed it and ran, the expression of a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar plastered across the running man's face.

Klarion bursted out laughing, Martha chuckled amused, the smile of a caring mother hidden behind her hand and Alfred he looked even fonder, openly chuckling. All the while the ghost of Thomas Wayne chased after his son shouting of "WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE ANCIENTS WERE YOU THINKING DROPPING OUT OF MEDICAL SCHOOL! WHAT KIND OF EXAMPLE ARE YOU FOR YOUR OWN CHILDREN! ONE OF THEM IS EVEN A HIGHSCHOOL DROPOUT! EVEN HARVEY AND HARLEY HAVE A DEGREE!"

The other guests of this reunion didn't seemed bothered at all and even Diana shook her head as she excused herself in search for her Uncle Dan that apparently wanted a rematch. It took a moment for the Batkids but once the shock settled their attention instantly got drawn to their grandmother starting arguing with Klarion about some game they had to finish.

"Uh…. how are you two siblings?" Jason, the brave soul asked, while his sibling seemed to still try to catch up with things. Maybe Jason was just better in these pack that thought for later moments, to recover the fastest.

"Oh this is your Great Uncle Klarion my dears. My halfbrother." Martha smiled at them as she warped her arms around Klarions shoulder, pinching the Witch Boys cheek. Which looked comical in a way as Martha appeared as a full grown adult while Klarion… was well Klarion.

"Stop that." Klarion hissed swatting at Martha and Danny laughed at his two children.

"Yea but… how?" Tim finally stammered out finding his voice once he logged a lot of his thoughts away for later. There was just too much to unpack at once.

"So well…" Martha starts before pausing. "This here is my mom. Danny. Yes Mom, the entire family calls him mom because of his tendency to mother hen over us all."

Danny had the gall to look offended and was about to interrupt his daughter before a hand clapped over his mouth a woman that looked a lot like him leaning over his shoulder grinning mischievously. "Oh, are we explaining family relations? I am Danielle by the way, your great grand aunt. You kids can call me Ellie."

Dick's mind was starting to spin but he nodded, sharing a look with his siblings.

"So Marha is the daughter of Danny's wife. The one he fell in love with and married when he chose to give a mortal life another chance. And Klarion? Is also Danny's son but well..." Ellie smiles mischievous like she knew a conspiracy they didn't. "...some things appear to be very much in the family."

"What does that imply…?" Damian ask eyes sharp as he noticed the glance towards him.

"Well Klarions birthmom is a deadbeat, somehow got Danny to sleep with her and then dropped Klarion off with him years later when he had just married again and had Martha." Ellie grind and suddenly the entire Batkids started with a strange feel of Deja vu, while Danielle grinned widely. Martha chuckled amused too and Klarion just shook his head.

Damian coughed awkwardly. The parallels to his own mother and Bruce were not lost on him. Then Jason suddenly broke out laughing, "You telling me Demon Brat isn't the only kid in the family that has a background like that!"

To their shock Martha broke out laughing now while Klarion glared at her. "Oh my! My grandchild and brother are even sharing a nickname!"

"Wait what?!" Tim spluttered, as he stared openly at Klarion. The witch boy. Someone he had fought several times by now. Who apparently was in his family also known as Demon Brat.

"Excuse me! My birth mother was at least an actual demoness! My grand nephew's mother doesn't compare to that at all!" Klarion protested, apparently offended for some reasons as Martha only laughed harder.

The bat kids could only watch in shock as Klarion and Martha started to argue like siblings while Danny ended up wrestling with Danielle to get the hand of his mouth. Meanwhile Bruce was still getting chased around by Thomas Wayne for dropping out of medical school and Alfred watched Klarion and Martha with a nostalgic fondness none of them could explain as of right now.

But one thing was clear, this family reunion, that apparently happens every 100 years would hold a whole lot more shocking reveals for them….

[wastingmylifesecondatatime]

Wanderer Masterlist - Series

Updated: April 26th, 2025 🔞 = mature ��� = completed Other masterlists: mother masterlist (2019-2024), mother masterlist (2025)

NEW ADDITIONS:

✔ Behind The Lens! by @ventismacchiato

↳ "You, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on Twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. You’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on Twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. That’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. The type of date that made you crave to see him again. The only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. Should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?"

↳ Chapters: 46/46  (added: April 26th, 2025)

Darling, Starling by @kararisa

↳ "Being the world-famous singer-songwriter "zenith", the limelight has been on you ever since the start of your career. However, the media becomes relentless when leaks of music you never meant to release begin to circulate. Your friend Scaramouche, meanwhile, seems to have gotten stuck while writing his second book. With a deadline fast approaching, he comes to you with a deal: act as if you're dating him so he can gather reference material and, in turn, he'll help keep the press' eyes off of your leaks until you release your next album. a win-win in your book, so why not help a friend out?"

↳ Chapters: 30/?  (added: April 26th, 2025)

✔ Elysian by @floylia

↳ "After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go on an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo album. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?"

↳ Chapters: 24/24  (added: April 26th, 2025)

✔ Keep My Heart by @aestherin

↳ "You find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university."

↳ Chapters: 24/24  (added: April 26th, 2025)

Stuck With You! by @ventismacchiato

↳ "After the disaster that was the live award show, where you and Scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. That's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. Before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. The only obligation is you need to end up with Scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. Whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!"

↳ Chapters: 21/?  (added: April 26th, 2025)

[periwinkla]

Sorry to butt in! I found this could be interesting to talk about, since I kinda overanalyzed and researched this some time ago! Basically:

I would like to point out that Miles' chessboard in DD is red and white. It could be a leftover from this design, who knows... I think the main problem was that Phoenix's blue suit was just too iconic to change. Although, they should have definitely left the pin there :(

I actually wrote a small nrmt comic script about this, funny I find this post now! I want to draw it and post it publicly someday, but basically, I researched a bit, and... There's actually some history behind the figure of the white knight! It could have been a design choice to contrast with the Phantom (a black knight) since Edgeworth asked Phoenix's help to defeat the Phantom! This is a small bit from the script I was talking about, as I said someday I'll draw and post it, but for now have this where I explain what I found out: [Beware Spoilers for Dual Destinies ahead!]

M: Two years ago, when you were reinstated… Remember when I took you to the tailor for your suit? P: Yeah, you kinda drove me insane with the amount you made me try on. Especially waistcoats… *winks M: Yes, well. Verily. Ergo… I… made you try a white suit on, remember? P: Uh, yeah.  M: In the end, I really couldn’t see you in anything but blue, but… the reason I did that was because… I originally planned to give you this to go with it, but… I didn’t have the courage to. *miles opens hand, revealing the pin P: Uh? A pin? M: Yes. Well… Are, are you aware of the meaning behind the figure of the white knight? P: Uh, no, sorry. *hand behind neck M: In old literature… a white knight represents a heroic warrior that comes to people’s aid by stopping villainous deeds. They’re usually portrayed alongside a black knight, a figure who masks his identity and uses this anonymity for misdeeds.  P: ... M: Of course, I always tell you: you are no hero, you can’t save everyone. But… you are a warrior of truth. You… discovered mine, and no matter how much it hurt, it was necessary. Necessary to move on, necessary to better myself. That truth saved me.  P: Miles… M: So… at that time, when I needed your help to end the dark age of the law, I had wanted to give you this. I wanted you to help me unmask the Phantom, the black knight I needed to fight. But I needed a white knight by my side to do so.

If you listen closely, you can hear the cry of narumitsu shipper among the Capcom artists who came so close to making in DD Phoenix appear in court in a wedding suit with a brooch from his fiancé's homoerotic chess set

[jattendschaton]

Ladybug and Chat Noir hosting a podcast where they're going to interview Adrien Agreste and so Adrien has to enlist Félix to pretend to be him and Félix gets to just. Make fun of Adrien to his face and to a national audience. Chat Noir keeps arguing with Félix’s Adrien about his own opinions so the next day all the news is about how much everyone thinks Chat Noir hates Adrien Agreste

[bananonbinary]

as a certified Diagnosed Autist(TM) i cannot stress enough that i am not only pro- self-diagnosis, but also pretty anti- legal medical diagnosis. it is, at best, a cruel hoop we have to jump through so privileged people will deign to give us what we need. don't fucking do that shit unless you have to, it was disgustingly expensive, fucking humiliating, infantilizing, and dehumanizing, and would probably actively cause problems in my life if i didn't have some really good allistic (-passing) people in my corner and also wasn't so fucking disabled that it mostly doesn't matter.

literally get that diagnosis if you need it for job/school accessibility shit or SSI or whatever, and otherwise dont tell the government SHIT about yourself. there is zero good reason for them to want that information. that's between you and the people you want in your life.

[autisticrosewilson]

Jason knows Bruce loved him that's why he's so pissed that Jokers still alive, he wants Bruce to PROVE that he still loves Jason by letting him kill his murderer, by choosing him.

The point of Red Hood is doing what Batman can't and nothing Bruce or Dick can say would change that Joker is still alive and there's another Robin who's going to suffer.

"Jason come home we still love you despite the murders 🥺" Okay then prove it, watch me put a bullet through the head of the man who murdered me and then let me come home. No? You can't? Well then I guess I was right the entire time and you're all useless and will never love me as I am. I'm going to non-fatally but very painfully hurt you now btw.

^ how it would actually go if Dick or Bruce or whoever found out his identity early

[shvdwscng]

"in  due  time,  they  will  adjust.  when  all  of  this  over,  and  soon  if  the  fates  be  willing,  they  will  eventually  like  it  here  as  well.  you  will  find  it  is  drastically  different  from  your  court  -  minus  your  dragons,  that  is."  he  does  believe  that  perhaps  they  might  have  found  dawn  slightly  more  suitable  as  they  began  to  adapt  to  prythian  before  they  venture  out  to  the  other  courts,  particular  before  the  seasonal  courts.  it  was  saint's  first  time  in  a  season  court  as  well,  though  it  was  nearly  not  as  jarring  as  it  was  for  dusk  fae.  "i  would  like  that,  yijun."  saint  has  enough  of  rulers  treating  each  other  akin  enemies  particularly  at  a  time  like  this.  as  the  rest  of  the  prythian  rulers,  he's  had  his  hesitation  previously,  now,  after  all  the  months  they'd  spent  in  dusk,  learning  of  their  court  (  as  much  as  the  other  would  allow  them  ),  of  this  high  lord  before  him,  the  dawn  lord  found  it  difficult  to  accuse  the  man  of  much  anything.  the  drake  court  ruler  has  displayed  on  several  occasions  that  he's  willing  to  work  with  them.  "desperation  can  bring  forth  all  that  we  do  not  fathom.  perhaps,  the  others  might  not  agree,  but  i  don't  find  it  important  to  know  who  was  pulled  than  i  do  to  ensure  that  they  are  not  placed  in  that  position  again."  saint  would  not  ask  him  or  any  ruler  of  those  identities.  it  is  yijun's  honesty  now,  of  revealing  his  meeting  with  kabir,  his  frankness  that  he  has  no  desire  to  side  with  the  currently  missing  king,  that  has  saint  continue  with  his  line  of  thoughts.  now  was  not  that  time  to  turn  on  another  because  as  his  companion  points  on,  it  seems  that  what  kabir  desired  and  perhaps  the  dark  mother  as  well.  he's  silent  as  he  mulls  over  what  the  dusk  lord  reveals  of  the  meeting,  "there  lies  the  issue  with  kabir  and  the  previous  monarchs.  i  don't  blame  him,  not  entirely,  he's  a  boy  who  never  was  prepared  to  be  king.  they  never  quite  understood  the  seven  courts  nor  its  rulers.  they  cannot  compel  the  high  rulers  to  do  anything,  and  the  fact  of  this  matter  is,  we  do  what  we  can  to  keep  peace  in  our  courts  despite  how  we  feel  of  our  neighbors.  so  it's  not  a  matter  of  accepting  each  other,  it  is  a  matter  of  simply  accepting  our  reality  and  tolerating  our  neighbors  in  the  name  of  peace.  before  his  coronation,  we've  had  plenty  peace  and  it  is  due  to  all  seven  courts  maintained  it.  "  his  gaze  remains  on  the  dusk  lord  as  he  speaks,  "i  am  grateful  for  your  honesty  and  as  such  i  do  understand,  and  i  need  no  further  convincing  on  where  your  intentions  lie.  i  can't  speak  for  the  others,  but  i  can  offer  you  this.  if  we  make  it  at  the  end  of  all  this,  and  you  keep  your  word  that  you're  on  our  side  ,  then  i  and  my  court  will  be  right  beside  you  aiding  you  in  anyway  we  can  to  settle  among  prythian.  it's  not  only  up  to  us to  keep  you  out  of  prythian,  its  also up  to  you  to  chose  to  be  a  part  of  our  realm  in  every  form.  things  will  change  for  all  of  us  after  this,  but  i  would  like  to  believe  it  might  be  a  good  thing.  your  court  and  prythian  as  a  whole  will  bring  about  a  new  era  -  unlike  anything  our  ancestors  have  ever  seen  before."

yijun   could   handle   being   tossed   around   the   courts,   it   was   the   fae   of   his   court   that   he   worried   for   more.   it   was   not   ideal   to   be   worried   about   when   they   could   end   up   in   yet   another   court.   but   he   had   in   fact   wanted   to   visit   the   other   courts   eventually.   it   was   just   happening   a   little   earlier   than   he   could   have   predicted.   however   that   seemed   to   be   a   trend   in   his   own   life.   becoming   the   high   lord   far   earlier   than   he   would   have   wanted   as   well.   his   meeting   with   the   dawn   high   lord   had   been   cut   short   in   the   dusk   court.   however   he   was   relieved   to   be   picking   it   up   once   more   regardless   of   the   transition   of   scenery   around   them.   "it   is   my   pleasure   to   meet   with   you   once   more."   he   nodded   briefly.   "you   are   correct,   this   was   not   the   way   that   i   wished   to   be   visiting   the   mainland.   though   i   am   not   upset   at   the   idea   that   i   have   ended   up   in   your   lands   so   to   speak.   i   do   think   my   fae   may   have   differing   opinions   though."   if   yijun   had   to   pick   a   court   that   his   fae   would   have   been   less   upset   with   it   would   have   been   the   high   lord's   in   front   of   him   in   that   moment.   the   dawn   court   sounded   the   most   similar   to   dusk   from   what   he   had   heard   of   the   courts.   "noted."   he   nods   in   regards   to   the   comment   of   his   name.   "if   you   wish   to   drop   the   formalities   i   am   more   than   inclined   to   ask   the   same   of   you."   being   more   casual   with   the   dawn   high   lord   was   looking   like   a   good   thing   to   the   high   lord.   though   he   was   not   going   to   act   as   though   that   was   pleasant.   especially   with   the   things   they   had   yet   to   discuss.   "i   had   heard   this   back   in   dusk,   though   none   of   my   fae   have   revealed   to   me   that   they   had   been   pulled   in   by   him."   he   was   going   to   task   tanvir   with   looking   for   who   had   been   in   contact   with   the   king   shortly   if   no   one   came   forward.   "i   thank   you   for   not   judging   upon   hearing   those   words.   he   did   not   offer   the   whole   of   prythian.   the   gist   was   that   none   of   you,   the   high   lieges   and   courts,   would   ever   truly   accept   the   dusk   court   into   prythian.   his   promise   for   assistance   was   the   assurance   he   would   make   all   of   you   accept   us."   the   high   lord   had   almost   fallen   for   it,   but   he   was   smart   enough   to   speak   with   his   people   before   he'd   made   a   decision.   "i   would   hope   that   you   also   understand   that   my   admitting   this   means   that   the   dusk   court   as   a   whole   has   not   agreed   to   work   with   him."

[hypogryffin]

So, due to the many parallels between her and Akane, Narukami being involved, and the ages (kinda maybe, I dunno) lining up, would Nanako make an appearance in P5SI?

Also, I have nothing but love for the concept, I was just curious. Thank you, and have a nice day! ^^

nanako would maybe make an appearance over a call or something in narukami's s.link at most due to yknow. being in inaba, but i imagine narukami bringing her up a lot in s.link events! p5si takes place in the 2019-2020 school year, so nanako would be a 1st year at yasogami at this point in time. just a year behind akane

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 6!!!

[burningcheese-merchant]

Hey so if everyone that follows me or otherwise sees this reblog can you PLEASE reblog it as well? Because this news needs to be delivered to everyone. I am freaking out so fucking bad right now you have no idea

AO3 has been scraped, once again.

As of the time of this post, AO3 has been scraped by yet another shady individual looking to make a quick buck off the backs of hardworking hobby writers. This Reddit post here has all the details and the most current information. In short, if your fic URL ends in a number between 1 and 63,200,000 (inclusive), AND is not archive locked, your fic has been scraped and added to this database.

I have been trying to hold off on archive locking my fics for as long as possible, and I've managed to get by unscathed up to now. Unfortunately, my luck has run out and I am archive locking all of my current and future stories. I'm sorry to my lovelies who read and comment without an account; I love you all. But I have to do what is best for me and my work. Thank you for your understanding.