#It is biting into our very limited free time however.

[silent-sentinels]

it is silly when you log into your lil tappy tap rhythm game for like a planned 2 seconds to get your daily rewards and you're immediately spam invited to a co-op game the second you come online bc they need a healer and they know you've got a fully leveled up one like OKAY GUESS WE'RE PLAYING RHYTHM GAME LMAOOO

[piper-2244]

the limit does not exist!

how spencer helps college!reader understand a little calculus and therefore understand how he loves her.

MDNI | smut word count: 1931 warnings & tags & stuff: fem reader, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lil bit of overstim hehe, pure unbridled affection, LOVE, FLUFF, hugging, reader cries, this was in fact meant to be written for spence's birthday... sorry about that school is kicking my butt lets just pretend it's october! author's note: this one is for my folks who HATE their calculus class and want spencer reid to give them head instead <3 maybe this can help you romanticize it a bit. i think this is classified as self indulgent…like REALLY self indulgent… hah... anyway i hope you enjoy! let me know your thoughts if u have any, i loveeeee you!! have a great day my hands are shaking posting this smut is so scary!!!!!

You sat in bed, staring down your notebook, eyes narrowed. Limits stared back at you. You were just about at your own limit, if you were being honest. 

Your brain, however sharp and witty it may be, is absolutely not one designed for calculus. A literary analysis essay? Done in half an hour. In depth scientific research project? Easiest months of your life. But there’s something about finding the instantaneous rate of change of a curve at one point in time by finding the slope of a tangent line that hasn't clicked yet. 

A slew of other papers- notes, practice worksheets printed from obscure websites, and formulas- surround you, a sea of unfinished thoughts from the past month of the semester.

You bite on the end of your pen, the little hope you had for a good grade in this class slipping further and further away with each passing moment, like the last ember dying in the remains of a fire.

What you really wanted to be doing was celebrating Spencer’s birthday with him right now. A chocolate cake lay on the kitchen counter and pasta simmers on the stove, but you and your boyfriend had agreed to do a solid hour of work before the celebrations ensued.

You were never particularly strong willed when it came to following through on such agreements.

“Teach me calculus,” you say, a very impressive three minutes later, flopping down on the couch. Your head makes its way to its forever resting spot, Spencer’s lap. He raises his eyebrows slightly, thumb reaching out to trace over the slope of your nose. His eyes flit between you and the file to the side of him. 

“I thought we agreed on an hour.”

“Yeah. But it wouldn’t be a very productive hour if I didn’t know how to do what I have to do. And I missed you.” 

He sighs quietly, closing the file next to him. 

“What do you not understand?” You smile at that, loving how quickly you won.

“Related rates. Like, conceptually.” 

Spencer hums in response.

“It’s October. You’re not even supposed to know related rates yet.”

“Fine. Then let's open presents,” you respond, smiley. His eyebrows get impossibly higher, hand stroking your cheek delicately.

“No. I want our night to be a little more stress free when we celebrate, okay? How about you think about that lovely cake you made for me. What if I decided to squash it so that the diameter would get bigger, going from…let’s say, 20 centimeters to 26 centimeters in 3 seconds, and the height would get smal-”

“That wouldn't be nice. It took me like four hours,” you interrupt, grumbling. He cracks a smile.

“For the sake of the example, let's say I was an awful boyfriend and really wanted to ruin all the hard work you put in for me.”

You roll your eyes.

“Hey,” he says, hand moving down to touch your jaw softly. “Don’t do that. Don’t be difficult. I’m helping you.”

“Sorry. I guess I need you to zoom out a little. I don’t really get why I’m learning this as a whole.” Spencer’s eyes pore into yours, staring down at you adoringly for a small moment as he comes up with an answer.

“Calculus helps us begin to explain the unexplainable by harnessing what we can,” Spencer says simply. “Einstein once said that, ‘Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas,’ which makes it simple in practice, but I actually like to think about it as the opposite philosophically. Trying to find logic in the more poetic ideas.”

You cuddle deeper in his lap.

“Think he would agree with that?” you ask. “I do answer to Einstein before you, unfortunately.” Spencer bends down to kiss your hair.

“I think so. He also had a really nice quote where he remarked that, ‘Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.’ He said, ‘How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.’”

Spencer takes a deep breath.

“Math doesn’t explain how I love you. It can’t. But I love the fact that it tries to. It kinda makes you wanna learn it as best you can.”

You process that for a long second and nod. He keeps talking.

… 

Presents get opened, and cake gets eaten before dinner. Of course.

You’re now in bed, on top of the covers, forcing Spencer to give you a fashion show of the new sweater vest and tie you got him. He turns to you after putting it on, and you beam. 

“I really like it. You look great. Do you like it?” you ask. He nods, smiling back at you.

“I’m gonna wear it to work tomorrow.” 

You beckon for Spencer to come closer, sitting up in bed. Your hands go out to the tie, tugging at the knot softly. He stares down at you until eventually interrupting your motions with a slow kiss, hands cupping your face.

“You’re so pretty,” he mutters.

He pulls away and finishes what you started, folding the tie neatly and setting it in the drawer. Then comes the vest, and soon enough, he’s just in his boxers.

“You’re the pretty one,” you say quietly. “Come to bed.” He crawls on next to you, tugging you into his arms. “Happy birthday, Spence. I love you.” He dips his forehead to your shoulder.

“I love you.”

Before you know it, he’s shifted on top of you, moving down. Fast. You blink, hard, trying to rid your head of the hazy endorphins as you register what he’s doing.

“What? No, I was gonna do that. It’s your birthday. You don’t have to,” you protest.

“But I really, really want to, darling girl,” he murmurs back, kissing your knee and softly pushing it to the side.

You fluster and Spencer just looks at you, fingers tracing shapes on your waist, waiting for you to be ready. 

“Well. Um. Okay. If you insist. I can’t really deny the birthday boy.” Your voice is small, and a little giddy smile grows on your face. Of course Spencer Reid would want to give you head on his birthday. 

He smiles a little against the bare skin of your hip where your top meets your shorts. Then he meets your eyes. 

“You know you can, though, right?” he asks, voice a little more serious. You reach out to touch his hair softly. 

“Yeah. I know.”

Fingers hook your shorts, gently pulling them down. He presses a kiss to your thigh, and then he suddenly looks down at it. 

“Soft,” he murmurs, like he’s making a mental note. He presses another, and another, incrementally going closer and closer to your soaked through underwear. His eyebrows scrunch when he sees the wet spot. “All this from a few kisses?” 

You blush, unable to respond. 

Spencer’s fingers hook a centimeter of your underwear. “These?” he checks.

“Yes, please,” you manage. He tugs them down, silently noticing the slickness of your sex, and exhales shakily.

“How many times on average does it take for a guy to call you pretty on a given day before you get annoyed?” he murmurs, soft smile playing on his face. You smile too, head cloudy from his words, but it immediately drops when his lips press directly against your pulsing clit, kissing it softly.

“Fuck,” you say (Spencer would argue moan) softly (loudly). You let out a content sigh, and he moves to suckle it, actions becoming less and less delicate. 

It’s not harsh, but incessant. Spencer knows what you can take. He knows exactly what you can take. You’re both quiet for a bit, save for your breathy moans. 

“Spencer,” you say softly, ripping you both out of your individually hazy and dirty and distracted minds. “You’re too far away.” He looks up to you, face parallel to your aching core, hair beautifully messy and mouth glistening.

After a second, he grabs your hips, gently pushing you up against the pillows so you’re propped up at a better angle. He then shifts his body up wordlessly so he’s more above you, dipping his head down to give you a soft kiss. You taste yourself, tongue darting out to lick your lips.

His hand takes over where his mouth was, sliding in between your folds with a practiced ease. Spencer looks down at you, eyes wide and flitting between yours, searching for a reaction.

You reach out and wrap your arms around him, holding him close. “Holy shit, I love you,” you murmur.

His fingers lightly graze your clit again before one slides into you. “Angel,” he breathes out, so quietly. “I love you too. This okay? Are you okay?”

You nod feverishly and lift your hips to meet his hand, always in a perpetual state of wanting more, to be closer. Your bodies are melded so close together, barely giving him room to push his hand into you. He doesn’t even bother to ask you to use your words or keep your hips down, like he might on a regular night.

He pulls his head back to watch as he pushes another finger into you, stretching you just a little. “There we go. You always feel like heaven around me.”

Your eyes flit up to his face as he says those words, now having a little more room to observe him. You focus on the slope of his nose and curve of his mouth. 

“You’re so perfect,” you say quietly, adoringly, before you even realize it was true.

You blink at that thought. Spencer Reid is perfect, despite whatever universal odds deeming that impossible.

Those graphs, those formulas, now laying discarded & crumpled on the ground. They click, a little bit. You understand why Albert Einstein wanted to spend his life developing theories of relativity.

This is how Spencer sees you? What he was talking about earlier?

This is how he sees you?

The thought is almost too much.

Spencer sees your face, and not knowing what's going on in your head, slides down his free hand from your cheek to your carotid, feeling your racing pulse. “Take a deep breath for me, okay? You're about to come, huh?”

You inhale and are met with peace. Then your orgasm hits you like a wave. You clench hard around his fingers, and he just watches it happen, fascinated. “Baby,” he coos softly at you.

It wasn’t just your sensitivity he’s currently maximizing on or the little kisses he dips down to leave on your neck that sealed the deal, but the very thought that you could be loved in a way that is so perfectly impossible.

You exhale breathily as Spencer pushes you through the last trails of your climax, fingers not caring one bit that you just had your world tilted on its axis. 

“Spencer. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you say eventually, overstimulated.

“You’re okay. Did so good.” he murmurs, fingers slipping out of you. 

His thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even realize was dripping down.

“Don’t cry, you always cry. It’s my birthday. Don’t cry on my birthday,” he whispers soothingly, affection lacing his voice.

“I’m not.” 

Another one falls. 

You reach and press out that perpetual little slope between his eyebrows with your thumb, gentle, like you might break him. “I’m not crying.”

Spencer lets you lie.

[ghostieeeee]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐: 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓

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Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Possible spelling errors? :D

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The day had passed by fairly quickly, you spent your breaks cooped up in the library with your friends and Eunchae, and although classes were basically a death sentence, you managed to survive till this point at least. The last ten minutes of the day. But despite the reasonably short time, every minute seemed to drag on to become an excruciatingly tiring sixty seconds.

The classroom has become your penal institution, keeping you locked up for good as a consequence for your naivety and lack of knowledge. It felt restricting, but this was one of the limited classes you share with a friend- your dearest Kim Chaewon.

“I hate this” There she goes again, complaining about the class- she's only complaining because of her lack of understanding over the topic you're currently covering. “I don’t understand why we can’t just study this ourselves, Sir has almost sent me to sleep with this lesson multiple times!” she whisper-yells, avoiding all eye contact with the teacher himself as she jots down notes into her personal notebook.

“It’s school, Chae, most things about school are bound to get boring sooner or later” You feel yourself smile at her annoyed huff, shaking your head lightly out of habit. “There isn't that long left until you're home free”

“Huh? Where are you going after school?”

“My english partner invited me to a coffee shop so we can start our assignment together”

In the corner of your eye, you notice the sudden stop to her note-taking and the turn of her head to face you,”Wouldn’t you have started that in class with them?”

“We were planning a few things. We still need to research more and actually begin to type it out or whatever” you explain, ignoring the strange look Chaewon was giving you.

“Mmhmm… Who’s your partner this time?”

“Aren’t you nosey today?” You stifle a small laugh,”If you must know, I'm paired with Kang Haerin”

“As in the shy popular girl, Haerin?” Her voice was laced with an undertone of uncertainty and concern,”You know this could bring attention to yourself, right?”

“Yes, I'm very much aware, but at least she wants to do the project. I’d rather face minor attention than have to do a whole assignment again. Chae, I was extremely sleep deprived last time, I became almost erratic” You let out a gusty sigh,”It’ll be something quick. We agreed to get the project done as soon as possible, and that's that”

"I'm just looking out for you, you know how much I love you"

"I know, Chae, but I know what I'm doing"

You listen to her sigh. You're almost certain the only reason she hasn't pummelled you to the ground yet is because you're her friend. You have too much of a backstory together for her to just bury, quite literally and figuratively. Three years has certainly been a show in the making when it comes to you. "If this comes back to bite you in the ass I'm here for you"

"You always have been, and I appreciate it a lot. I appreciate you a lot…" You pause to glance at your friend, sharing a gracious smile with each other,"get back to your work"

"Yes ma'am," Chaewon nods, turning her attention back to her note-taking as her wrist goes into immediate overtime.

The next seven minutes dragged on by, making your every movement feel slugged as a result. Students were evidently done with the Monday hassle as most flickered between the clock on the wall and the clock on their phones. They were desperate to leave and confine within the comfort of their homes- preparing for either an early night's worth of sleep or none at all.

However, after what felt like three hours worth of agonsing torture, the same mellow ring of the school bell radiates the air, completely sending the class to carnage. Students hadn't even waited for the teacher to dismiss them. They hadn't even waited for him to finish his sentence before they were already out the door and very well down the hallway.

“Free phone?” Chaewon speaks up, nudging you slightly as she nods to the seat on your left. It was completely empty, the boy you sat next to had vanished,”I guess someone was in a rush”

“That doesn’t mean we should take it though. Who knows what's stored on that thing?” You speak with a slight disgust, putting your notebook into your bag.

“I suppose,” she grins, “but that won't stop me!”

“Hey, hey! That's not your phone to take!” You complain, trying to block her sight of the black cased device.

“I'm not going to keep it, you make it seem like i'm the villain” Chaewon rolls her eyes, her grin having transformed into a misleading frown.

You shake your head, walking past the forgotten possession,”maybe you are the villain, maybe you're not… who knows?”

“That's cruel”

“Maybe?” You stop outside your classroom, hand tightly gripping the material of your bag’s strap. “Time to socialise” you sigh, having already spotted the girl you're meeting with.

Has she told Minji?

“goodluck Y/n, you might need it”

“Thanks Chae” You're both quick to separate- with Chaewon taking off in a hurry to find Kazuha, and you staying to meet with Haerin.

It wasn't uncommon for Chaewon to scurry off to meet Kazuha, they are neighbours afterall, but you're still stuck in the state of wishing someone you know would join you to help ease your mind a little.

Friend or alone, you're still going either way.

“Are you ready?” Turning your head to the meek voice, you find Haerin already looking at you with her same stoic face. That sweet voice had almost no correlation to the way she presents herself outwardly.

“Yeah, i'm ready”

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Pushing past the glass door, a fresh ambience of crushed coffee beans rade your nose. The warmth from the heaters attacked the chill you had brung in with you. The late October air stood no chance here. The exterior was cloistered and closed, so many tables and such little space, but you suppose that only added to the acquaint charm of the business.

Slightly trailing behind Haerin, you make your stop at the partly busy counter, where a female from your chem class stands, her hands occupied with retying her coffee stained apron. “Hello, welcome. What can I get for you today?”

It was Jiwoo- one of your sister's other friends- they are perfect friends in all honesty, them and another girl called Sullyoon. The three of them are almost always in other people's business for no clear reason. Like you said to Chaewon earlier, you were certain they were working against you with their weird spying techniques.

“Y/n?” You hum to Haerins call, eyes connecting with the barista's apron in front of you as your throat squeezes itself shut momentarily. “I’ll just get whatever Hearin ordered” You almost squealed out.

“Very well,” Jiwoo nods, placing your order through “That’ll be eleven-thousand won please”

“I’ll pay,” Haerin declares, having already pulled out her card and inputted the pin. You had no chance to even get a word in before she had already paid for the order.

“Thank you, we’ll bring your coffees over to you when they're ready”

“Thank you” You and Haerin surprise each other alongside yourselves with the sudden synchronisation to your words. While it was a generic response, and literally anyone could have done that, it was still surprising. Unbeknownst to you both, however, was that Jiwoo had judged this with narrow slitted eyes, her mind booting and reeling in any possibilities of your strange outing. Never has she ever seen you both talk- let alone in unison. As far as Jiwoo knows, this could even be a drug deal, and obviously, you're the sourcer.

Taking your seats at a round, plastic top, table- located somewhat close to the counter- you pull out your laptops, your hand also moving to unsheath the sheet from earlier. You kept the paper in case you ever needed to use her email again- fortunately, for now, you have not.

“What part do you want to follow up on?” Haerin questions, without looking away from her screen, her mouth left to hang slightly agape.

“That sounds creepy” you mumble, pondering over your options. However, your focus lifts at the sound of a small chuckle.

Was that Haerin?

Looking up only confirmed your suspicion. It really was Haerin. Her little chuckle was a first with you, and her widening smile only made her look all that much more like a cat. The corners of her eyes were pinched as she smoothed out her shirt.

“Not in that way. I don't think you’d be able to follow a printed sentence home”

Feeling yourself smile at her lighthearted attitude, even if it may only be temporary, you respond in the same demeanour “Doesn't it technically follow me home?”

“Because it’s in your bag?”

“Yeah” you observe the girl opposite you as her nose scrunches up.

“Maybe you have a stalker…” she almost whispers.

“Should I report it?”

“Maybe… I wouldn't want some random stalker if I were you”

“Two iced americanos?! A third voice intrudes, a voice you’ve heard so many times coming from your sister's room late at night when she's on facetime with her friends. Jiwoos' other partner in crime- Sullyoon. Of course they would both work together in the same establishment.

“Yes, that's us” Haerin responds as her smile retreats back into the shadows of her more introverted personality. “Thank you”

“Thank you” you repeat Haerins' words after Sullyoon places your own drink in front of you. “So… an iced americano, huh?”

Haerins face flushes a dusty red,”I know it’s not everyone's favourite, sorry if you don't like it”

“That's alright, I’ve never had this order before” you speak, holding the beverage between your fingers and palm as you evaluate it through the glass cup provided. You rarely ever hang around long enough to stay inside of a coffee shop, so having a glass container is certainly new to you.

“Oh… well, I promise it isn't as bad as the students at our school make it out to be”

“It’s okay, I trust you, i’ll try it in a minute." Haerin nods, shifting herself back on the purpose of your meeting- the english project.

“That’s good to know, since we’re doing a project together and what not”

“I suppose I have no other choice but to trust you”

“Possibly…” Haerin trails off, quickly glancing at you before she's completely immersed in her own world.

“I’ll start on the words of Shakespeare” You finally answer her question, earning a hum of approval from the brunette.

“Okay, i'll start on modern literature then”

Was it really a necessary idea to give a bunch of high schoolers a project based on the evolution of english literature and the culture surrounding it? Probably not. But are you going to try your best to get the best result possible? Absolutely… with a little help from your new partner, of course.

You just hope nothing bad comes from this…

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: Dating in a high school full of love thirsty teenagers was never really something you wanted. But of course, things change- and you learnt that in more ways than one. Kim Minji, one of the more popular students. Hong y/n, probably the most invisible person alive. They couldn't possibly be dating… or maybe they could be? You never know what goes on behind closed doors.

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------

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[keelywolfe]

With Tongue (short)

Crowley and Aziraphale discuss the angel's most recent assignment during 'The Arrangement.' This does not go in the direction Crowley expects.

~~*~~

"So how did it go?" Crowley asked idly. Not that he was particularly interested in the details, basic temptation and all. If there'd been any issues, he had no doubt Aziraphale would have brought it up before the waiter even arrived with the menu. But it was good to keep the angel talking during dinner, he was wont to become a little too absorbed with whatever was on his plate and ignore his dining companion a tad too much for Crowley's tastes.

Aziraphale dabbed at his mouth with a napkin before he answered, lest any cake crumbs escape. "It was actually terribly easy."

"Eh, usually is,” Crowley drawled. He idly tipped his wine glass up on the rim of its base, rolling it across the tablecloth like a crystal wheel. “A nudge here, a wile there, most of them fall pretty quick."

"Hmm,” Aziraphale took another bite of cake, some unholy concoction piled high with white cream. Crowley was making a sincere attempt at not showing he was deeply invested in watching each bite disappear between the angel’s lips, with limited success. “Honestly, he was rather demanding about it."

"Demanding?” That made him frown. The humans he was sent after were usually readily susceptible to the mildest of suggestions; certainly the tasks he offered to Aziraphale were on the low end of the difficulty scale. “Really? How so?"

Aziraphale hummed around his fork, though whether that was in agreement or appreciation, Crowley couldn’t tell. He dabbed at his mouth again, wiping away a tiny, distracting smear of cream from his upper lip. "Mm, yes, and entirely too much tongue about it as well."

His focus on the angel’s lips was broken as his thoughts came to a screeching halt and the only thing that kept his wine glass from topping over to spill a lovely Cabernet across the white tablecloth as the sudden convulsive clench of his fingers. "....wha...tongue??"

"Well, yes, of course,” Aziraphale frowned at him in mild disapproval, “however do you kiss them?"

"K--kckkkc---ki--" The word caught in his throat, lodging in there like a bit of cheese or undigested potato. He managed to raise his glass to his mouth without slopping the lot of it down the front of his shirt and gulped it down, wheezing as half of it chose to be defiant and traveled down the wrong pipe.

Aziraphale’s frown deepened into concern, enough that he actually set his fork down. "Gracious, are you all right? I know you were a serpent, but you might want to save swallowing things whole to food rather than wine glasses."

"I don't—” Crowley rasped, trying to get past the betrayal of his corporation’s vocal cords when he needed them the most. He managed to splutter out, loud enough for the nearby tables to cast them a variety of askance looks, “You kissed him??"

"Of course I did.” It should be impossible for those words to sound so prim coming from an angel, from his angel, who now that Crowley didn’t seem to be able to choke to discorporation, was returning to his cake with polite enthusiasm, his napkin back in full force before he added, “He was quite agreeable afterward. And I won't have you say I'm not trying my best to keep to the standards of our arrangement."

"Angel!?" Too loud and the pitch of that single word was high enough to send a tremble through the crystalware in the entire room.

Aziraphale was frowning again. "Dear me, are you quite well? You're very red, Crowley, here, let me get you a glass of water."

He started to rise and Crowley snapped out, "Why, so you can stick your tongue down the waiter's throat?"

"Tch, you're being silly,” Aziraphale sighed, “I would do no such thing. The water is free."

"ANGEL!!?!” This time every wine bottle in the dining room shimmied an inch to the right. The other patrons were focused intently on their dinners and not at all sneaking glances to the veritable gossipy show unfolding before them.

Aziraphale sat back down with a sigh. There was the faintest pull of a smirk at the corners of his mouth. "Do you know, you're quite gullible at times, my dear."

"…gullible,” Crowley repeated. Was this how humans felt right before insanity struck? He suspected it might be, wondered if Hell allowed for time off due to unexpected mental health crisis and what form he’d need.

"Mm, yes,” Aziraphale picked up his fork again and took a rather unseemly large bite of cake that left a smear of cream on his upper lip that he licked away, a pink flicker of tongue heralding the arrival of his napkin. “Also, I have a blessing to do next week in Bristol, I believe it's your turn."

"Gullible. Bristol. Tongues." Obviously his mind had broken, Crowley decided, and his reset button was currently out of reach.

"Hm, I do believe I'll get you that water, after all,” Aziraphale decided. “Don't wander off, who knows what might happen if you start babbling about tongues to a human all willy nilly. Ta!"

Crowley watched the angel make his way to the service table, leaning in what Crowley thought was entirely too close to the young man in his quest for water. Revenge, he decided abruptly. He was a demon being taunted by a reckless, impudent angel and this would not stand. There would have to be revenge for this and he’d begin planning quite soon.

Right after he watched Aziraphale finish his cake.

-finis

[starrzies]

★Meet the Artist 2024★

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Hello there!!

I'm Starrzies, but I also go by Rodimus!! Of these two names I prefer my nicknames (Starrz/Roddy) more than the formality of my full username/chosen name!! I'm 19 and a full time college student! (I want to become a Forensic Pathologist!) My pronouns are He/They ONLY and my chosen gender identity is Demiboy! I'm also Aroace, my specific labels being Cupioromantic/sexual!

I'm just a silly little guy trying to do his best. I am a hobbyist artist and writer and I love to share what I come with in the hopes that other people will enjoy it as much as I do! I tend to post art related to my own characters, art I've done for other people and - more rarely - fandom related art! I also stream on Twitch!!! Usually it's art streams (especially for Art Fight!) or me playing my games - either solo or with other people! I do have a Discord server full of my friends, mutuals and people interested in my stuff and community! Feel free to come join :) I'm on basically on every platform (maybe not active, but I'm there!)

My special interest (been into it for as long as I can remember) is Transformers!! It will almost always show up at some point! I'm also super into Lego Monkie Kid, Overwatch and Genshin Impact!! (The last of the 2 I on and off play!) I tend to reblog content form these 4 fandoms! (They're the main 4 but I may branch out!)

I try and be super friendly! Really, I don't bite, but I do have a very limited social battery! So conversations may not last very long when it comes to talking! I also sometimes just don't have the energy to reply. If I don't reply then it's nothing against you, I promise!! That being said I AM TOTALLY OPEN TO BEING FRIENDS/MUTUALS!! Please note, if you are younger than 18 I will NOT be your close friend, close mutuals at most. This is just due to safety! (Pre-established friends before I became an adult are still a nd will remain my friends.)

Pets! I own,,, a few. Just a small little amount. They're all my babies though and I adore them. I do my beast to take proper care of them and give them long, happy and fulfilling lives! Hiraeth and Ravage both came from litters I've raised! (Hiraeth being an accident and Ravage from a foster litter.) Ember was my sibling's cat but became mine because she just,,, likes me more? My other pets were 100% intended! All of these guys are spoiled rotten,,,

Silly little notes/explanations!!

Cupioromantic/sexual; someone who doesn't feel/feels little romantic/sexual attraction but desires a romantic/sexual relationship

Demiboy; someone whose gender identity partially identifies with masculinity, but is not entirely binary

I've been in relationships before! However, I generally only feel platonic love for people around me. I genuinely love (/p) all of my friends and you'll see me make that very clear! I am NOT interested in relationships, especially after this most recent one. Things have gotten complicated AF and I don't even want to bother entertaining anyone.

I have a Decepticon Insignia Tattoo on my left wrist! My first tattoo ever and I LOVE it so much! I will be going back in October for hopefully, my second tattoo!

I own a 2001 Ford Mustang!! It's a convertible too! I ADORE my car so much and there is so much I have planned for it!!

I own 4 dogtags! They are NOT military related at all though! They just have special meaning to me and I've been wearing them since 2018! I did actually let someone borrow one of them for a decent amount of time but it was returned to me! I don't think I'm ever going to let them go again, they mean too much to me.

Ravage is named after the TF character! :D He was my little gaming buddy back when I was fostering a litter of kittens for my senior project. I ended up keeping him, I got too attached. Now he is best friends with Ember!

Hiraeth was a TOTAL accident. I was supposed to just have her mom but she was pregnant much to our surprise! (Someone was getting rid of her, probably because they knew she was pregnant, and gave her to us without telling us that lol) I was allowed to keep Hiraeth but none of the other cats were allowed :( They all went to loving homes though!

Discord is my main, preferred way of communication!! I always have it open on my second monitor so I tend to respond really quickly on there :) You should totally add me on there! I'm under the same username ;)

Feel free to interact with me!! Just be aware of my boundaries and DNI! (Very basic btw!) I'm always happy to chat and meet new people :)

I want to make a comic!! I have so much more planning before I can work on it though :( One day! You may see little teasers to it being posted on my socials!!

This blog is my SFW blog!! I do have,, other accounts but those will remain unnamed! If you are curious and have your age visible feel free to ask me about it in DMs!

WHEW, I think that's enough personal info that I'm putting on the internet LMFAOOO I'll be sure to redo this next year as well ;))

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Hey sex witch! This is a sex ed related question that’s a bit detailed if you don’t mind.

I’m an afab trans man. When I was about 13, I discovered gay porn, and for some reason could only become sexually aroused while holding in pee physically when I had these fantasies about being the penetrator. There is no psychological aspect to this; I do not have a piss kink, and I find the idea of holding a full bladder during sexual acts puts me off significantly.

Much later at 18, I had a revelation and felt desires for being penetrated, and experimented with it, but it went away after a while, and I no longer feel like it’s for me. Notably, however, I did not need to have a full bladder to feel sexual arousal in this case; in fact it did the opposite and made me less aroused.

I have been regularly holding in pee for years because of this. I identify as asexual and have a very limited libido, but I suppose I got used to doing it since it gives me free happy chemicals.

This is definitely not healthy and I don’t want to do it anymore. I also want to be able to experience arousal without that physical sensation. Is there anything I can do about it? Everything online is about how do safely have sex with a full bladder and that’s the opposite of what I want.

I guess I’m also curious as to how something like this can even happen; how can it be that a physical sensation is sexually arousing in one context but repulsive in another?

Sorry for this long ask, and thank you so much!!

hi anon,

I always feel like a bit of a shart when someone writes out a very long and detailed question and I reply with something comparatively short, but.

if you want to stop masturbating with a full bladder then the way to do that is to. you know. stop masturbating with a full bladder. if you're in the mood for that free dopamine go to the bathroom first and proceed from there.

it will absolutely feel different at first if you've really trained y our body into this, but habits are rarely broken without some amount of annoyance and discomfort. don't expect everything to feel exactly the same right away, and let yourself explore what masturbation can feel like without that particular type of stimuli. focus on chasing what feels good, but don't worry about results beyond that. orgasm isn't a sign of success; it's just one of many possible outcomes. if you want something similar that doesn't necessitate holding in urine, try practicing your kegels - tightening and loosening the pelvic floor muscles. if you're not familiar, they're the muscles you flex to stop peeing mid-stream, and are the same muscles that contract during orgasm. flexing them purposefully can cause all kinds of fun sensations.

as to your second question, about why something can feel good in one context and not another - well, the context kind of is the deciding factor there, and that's true of most things. why does food brought out from a restaurant kitchen look delicious but food laying on the middle of a sidewalk doesn't? why is getting bitten in a sexual context fun but a stranger biting me on the street would be horrifying? why is watching a scary movie fun but getting chased by a for real ghost would suck? different vibes, man. nothing is good all the time.

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✧ᅠ𝕀'𝕞 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕋𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖

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✧ᅠMy (っ◔◡◔)っPronouns are He/They, as I am Transmasc and a DemiBoy, and you can call me ꪆৎ Gei or JJ. I am also panromantic

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✧ᅠFew Ｆｕｎ things about me ੭ My favorite color is yellow, and my second favorite is red. I have ADHD, and am very friendly but inappropriate at times, so just ฿Ɇ₩₳ⱤɆ (I don’t bite)(or do I?). My favorite word is dubious purely for the fact it’s funny to say in an odd voice

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✧ᅠFandomsᅠ❀ᅠ I’m in included but are not limited too are ⎯⎯ Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, Naruto, Twisted Wonderland, Bungo Stray Dogs, Obey Me! (Original and NB), Heaven Official’s Blessing, Grandmaster Of Demonic Cultivation/Founder of Diabolism, Husky and his White Cat Shizun, and M̾o̾r̾e̾!

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✧If you wish to find me on Archive of our Own, my name is GeiTheWifeHaver. I shall say this now however, I am under a pseud. The one who owns the account is GarlicBread_Enthusiast. As of 4/5/24, I have 25 works and work in NSFW and fluff, but am currently dipping my toes in the angst pool with @authormars as my lovely teacher (and I also recommend checking them out as well)

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My ask box is open all the time to any kind of asks. I don’t shame at all, and am comfortable with frankly more than I should be, so feel free to ask me anything your little heart desires!

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The Joker’s Funeral (Batman Villains x Reader)

(With a bit more two-face x reader ;D)

"What are you doing here? I told you, we'd make up something." Jonathan said icily. "If anyone has the right not to be here, it's you." "It's fine." You shook your head with a sigh. "I took hours of the Joker's torture for his entertainment. I can handle a couple of hours of this." "That's why you have the right not to be here." Jonathan retorted. You put a hand on Jonathan's shoulder. "Look, I'll stick with you and the others and I'll be completely fine. This way Harley can leave us alone." That was when the Riddler, Two-Face and Black Mask approached. "Didn't think I'd see you here, Roman." You smiled slightly. "Likewise." He didn't sound pleased. Whilst he'd love an opportunity to dance on the Joker's grave. Attending his funeral wasn't worth it. "Why are you here?" The Riddler raised an eyebrow at you. You crossed your arms. "I figured it better for all of us. You know what she's like." You muttered. "Neither of those clowns are due such a kindness." Harvey said crisply. You shook your head. "I'm more concerned on the kindness for you guys rather than those those. This way she...calms her shit." You send a quick glance to Harley who was being comforted by Ivy. "She's keeping her in line." Harvey nodded to Ivy. "She doesn't want to be here any more than the rest of us." The Riddler huffed. "She thinks forcing us here will make us pay respects to our superior. It's pathetically simple-minded." "We play nice until she bites. That's always the rule, Edward." Jonathan reminded him. "She should be celebrating with the rest of Gotham. She's free of a lunatic." Harvey grumbled. "It's time." You said, checking your watch. "Then we better get this over with." Harvey replied. As you began to walk with Two-Face and Black Mask, your wrist was caught. You turned to see it was the Riddler who had grabbed you, looking at you along with Scarecrow. "Don't act brave on our account. You want to leave and we'll make sure you get out." You nodded. "Thanks." You eyed the empty casket along with everyone else. 

The minister held his composure but was clearly nervous having been surrounded by the city's most notorious criminals. No one paid him any mind. "Life is absurd and the Joker faced his time with grace. He took a bow as the curtain fell. His performance done. His memory lives on within us all, hold onto his glory, pay no mind to anything else. He treated all performances like his last, his grin imprinted on our hearts." The Riddler clenched his jaw, his head not as lowered as yours. He insisted on standing beside you, glaring at Harley if she so much dared to look in your direction. He found the display sickening. The words spoken like the Joker was capable of even the smallest of good deeds. As though he wasn't a heartless bastard through and through. It was clear Harley had some involvement in the piece. She'd have to as the priest had no choice but to lie through his teeth and make it anything other than a blessing that the Joker is gone. Edward only cared that Harley dragged you into this sickening display.  Everyone had their issues with the Joker. Everyone had their reasons to spit on his grave. However you did more than them. The Joker tortured you just for fun. You never were the same after that. No one dared asked what he did, knowing there really was no limits for Joker and at the very least, you were lucky to be in one place. Your left leg was still healing with a large disfiguring scar along your thigh from your hip to your knee. Edward suspected it was skin graft. You had a stick to lean on, your left leg permanently scarred and weakened compared to the other. Your clothes covered it most of the time but the glimpses caught weren't pretty.  The audacity Harley had to demand you pay your respects to the Joker made him sick and any other day he'd give her an earful. He had leading up to this day and as soon as its over, he would berate Harley to no end. She knew better. Edward and others were pulled out of their thoughts when you moved turning and whispering an apology as you slipped between Edward and Jonathan, along with Harvey and Oswald. Once again, all that was heard other than the Minister was Harley's crying. Hysterical sobbing. The Riddler rolled his eyes, not caring if he was caught at this point. He and Jonathan eyed one another before silently agreeing to follow you. Harvey and Oswald seemed to have the right idea, mostly wanting any excuse to leave. 

The four found you a couple of yards away sitting on a bench under a tree. Your stick propped beside your leg. Your hands covered your face incredibly silent. Jonathan sat down beside you, putting a hand to your back as the other three stood by waiting to see your tears at the very least. What they didn't expect when you moved your hands was a face red with laughter you tried desperately to stifle it. "I'm sorry." "You're laughing?" Jonathan smirked slightly. "They're laughing." The Riddler replied, seemingly proud. You jerked a thumb behind you towards the funeral. "The Joker is dead! He got cremated days ago and I'm pretty sure the priest has reworded lyrics of the song 'Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.' Harley is sobbing over an empty box knowing he was cremated and still chose a coffin!? She could have used that energy to steal his ashes but she went for a coffin!?" You giggled and the Riddler smiled in amusement, trying himself not to laugh. You continued. "Harley is sobbing over an empty box she chose instead of his ashes. The priest is trying not to shit his pants as he rewords song lyrics to comedies and she's crying like he hasn't beaten her black and blue and pushed her out windows for fun? What the fuck is this funeral?" The four began to chuckle as you laughed, their laughter growing with yours. "Shameful. Absolutely shameful of us to be laughing." Jonathan shook his head as he scratched his brow. You pointed at the Riddler. "You were giving Harley the evils as she sobs her heart out like she's inconveniencing you!" You laughed. "...It was." Edward admitted quietly making you all laugh more. "We're all just standing over the empty coffin and all I could think about was how everyone is probably thinking the exact same thing!" You leaned forward, your laughter wracking your body. "Are we supposed to be sad or hurt that dick is gone!?" You asked and the four laughed harder. "I can't fake this, can you!?” You shook your head, covering your grin. "I couldn't be more relieved he's dead. If I could, I'd be doing cartwheels!" The Riddler nudged your shoulder. "No, here's something to laugh at. The Batman broke the Joker's vial containing the only cure!" The group roared with laughter. "What a joke!" Edward cried out. 

After another few minutes of laughing, the groups chorus died down seeing the crowd disperse. You chewed your lip almost immediately as Harley passed, continuing to sob into her hand. You tried not to smile, as did the others. All of you failed miserably but waited until she was a safest away distance before another roar of laughter burst through the group. "She never stops crying!" You managed out through your laughing. "We are so sick, that poor woman is in mourning and we're laughing." Harvey muttered. “Like they don’t deserve it.” Harv’ fired back. "Jackasses? We might be. However let's not pretend those two were saints by any means." The riddler sighed, satisfied. "Have you got a ride home?" Harvey asked, turning his attention to you. "I was gonna get a cab." You replied, after a soothing breath. "I'll drive you." He nodded to the carpark behind him filled with cars. "Oh, you don't have to, it's kinda out of your way." You protested. "Let the lad drive you home, sweetheart." Oswald lit a cigarette. "That leg oughtta be hurting round about now."  He knew about your pain, much like Harvey did. You grimaced at it, reminded and now aware of the dull pain. "The doctors said to try and walk on it as much as I can." You sighed. "Not when it hurts. Does it hurt now?" Harvey asked. "Not really." You lied, shaking your head. "I'll take the ride home Harvey, thank you." "You got it." Harv' replied for the two. "What about you two? To the lounge for some celebratory cigars?" Oswald raised an eyebrow, looking to Edward and Jonathan. Edward sighed. "I'll pass on the cigar but I'll take you up on a couple of drinks." He replied. Both looked to Jonathan who sighed. "Fine, it is quite the celebration after all." "Atta boy, Jonny!" Penguin's meaty hand whacked Jonathan's shoulder blade. Jonathan seemed unimpressed but didn't push the matter further as he and Edward stood up. You stood up with the help of your cane, wincing at the pain but quickly masking it as difficulty. "Just when I think this leg is getting stronger." You grumbled. "It is." Jonathan replied. "You just need more time." "Yes, right as ever, Doctor Crane." You shot him a teasing smile as Harvey held out his elbow towards you. As always he extended his non-burned side. You held onto his arm tighter than you'd have liked. Embarrassment flooded through you, feeling as though you were showing your vulnerabilities. "One step at a time." Harvey assured you. "We'll shoot Harley if she comes anywhere near us." Harv' added making you laugh. You offered a wave to the three men as you parted ways. "That was real brave what you did today. I know it couldn't have been easy showing up." Harvey began. "You guys made it easier." You admitted. "I didn't have to speak to her so overall I think I got lucky." "Still, you appeared. We were fully prepared for hell if you didn't. We have your back." Harv' replied. "I appreciate it." You smiled at him. 

The drive back was no issue, your leg appreciated the break. Although now it was even more difficult to get out of the car. Harvey walked around to the passenger side and extended a hand. "This'll be fun." You joked, though didn't like the pain with such little movement. You really had pushed it too far. "I'll help you inside. It won't sit right with me so if not for you. Do it for me, yeah?" He asked and you smiled. "Sure. If it makes you feel better." Harvey helped maintain your balance, along with your cane taking the brunt of your weight rather than your leg. Although there really was no hiding it at this point. Your leg hurt and hurt badly. 

You could have cried with relief when you made it into your apartment but that was short lived because even then, the pain was still around. "Are you alright?" Harvey's eyes flickered along your face. "Yeah, I'm good." You tried to smile but it was more of a wince as you tried to think to yourself how you could be rid of the pain enough to walk properly again. Harvey didn't believe you. "No, you're in pain. You've been standing all day. Sit on the counter behind you." "You don't need-" Harvey gently cut you off. "I can help. I know how this shit goes." He replied. “I had Gilda for my pain management. I won't let you be alone for yours." He put his hands on your waist helping you lift yourself onto the kitchen counter. He removed your shoes and set your cane aside. "Can I see?" He asked and you nodded. As he removed the clothing to reveal your legs, you were relieved he didn't make a big deal about it. Nor did he recoil at the large deep scar that ran from your hip to your knee. He showed you his open hand. "Can I?" He asked and you nodded. "Just...be gentle, yeah?" You asked. Two-Face nodded. "Of course." Harv' mumbled. You gasped at the feel of a hand on your leg. It didn't hurt to touch, it was tender at certain areas but not painful. You weren’t used to anyone touching your leg beyond doctors. "It's a little swollen." "Yeah, it...it does that when-" He interrupted you. "You've been on it for too long." Harvey nodded. Gently, he pressed, massaging around your thigh. You felt the cramping of your muscles begin to ease. "You know, I got sick of looking at ice packs for almost a year because it's all that could help. The physical pain dies down after a lot of time and therapy. The psychological pain..." Harvey shook his head. "...nobody warned me about that." You tilted your head and Harvey continued. "When I was coming to terms with my injuries, I'd wake in pain, like I was burning all over again but I wasn't. We figured out the only thing that helped was ice packs, feeling the cold against the burns. It reminded my brain that a lot of my skin on this side is dead along with the flesh. That took time, I don't consider myself in pain the way I was back then but it took a lot of work to get here. So even if it has scarred over, I know how much it still hurts. It's hurts more ways than one and the physical pain as it continues to heal is brutal as is. Although I could never get massages for obvious reasons. I do know one thing about healing deep injuries even when they've healed on the outside." Harvey offered you a light shrug. "They get sore." You huffed a laugh through your nose, smiling and nodding at him gratefully. "Yeah. Is it easing up?" He asked as he moved his hands again. You nodded. "Yeah, it's...it's lifting." "I could kind of feel it- I think." Harvey nodded in agreement. "Before this part was rock solid stiff but its actually moving now." He shot you a wink. "Magic hands." You giggled. "Thank you, Harvey." You said quietly. "Hey, you're kinda like me. You won't ask for help. The only thing is, you go that step further to pretend you're fine so you're not inconveniencing anyone." Harvey stroked your cheek quickly. "You got our back. We got yours." Harv' added. He turned. "Now let's get you to the couch, leg propped up, hm? Have you got any ice packs? Frozen peas?"

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*Rui hands you a small, leatherback journal with a small layer of dust and smelling strongly of an old library. It is titled; "Rui's Guide to life as a demon" and prompts you to read it.*

Intro:

So you have discovered that at some point you have been turned into a demon and if you are reading this there is a chance that I the author have found that you may be having trouble adjusting. This guide has been written to give you a general idea of the basics and what you need to know, as I am most likely still nearby feel free to ask questions.

What are demons?:

As you have probably guessed by now, all demons were humans at one point and much like humans, demons come in all shapes, sizes, colors, genders and ages. Demons are immortal, mostly invulnerable, strictly carnivorous humanoids with supernatural abilities and enhanced senses that typically hunt and eat humans to avoid starvation induced insanity. Many demons were turned into demons by the demon king himself or one of the stronger members of the group known as "The Twelve Kizuki". There are four stages of demons: Newly turned; your first few weeks as a demon you will be very hungry during this time as this is when your fangs and claws come in and when you get what is called a second teething that allows you to get used to your newfound bite strength., Fledgelings; once you are free of your second teething you have reached the fledgeling stage during these first two stages you can easily be mistaken for human on first glance by anyone besides a fellow demon and you will have most likely developed your first Blood Demon Art. The Awkward stage; This stage is the most recognizable as it is when a demons Blood Demon Art's will start affecting their physical bodies the most, it is also the second longest lasting stage however you do not need to panic because every demon has one, by this stage you will most likely have developed any number of inhuman physical traits including but not limited to: horns, tails, wings, extra limbs, an unusual skin coloration, oddly shaped ears, an unusual number of eyes, an unusual pupil shape, an unusual eye coloration and more, this is more or less like having a growth spurt. And lastly the Final Stage; this is the longest lasting stage and when a demon typically starts looking more human again if they so choose (believe it or not some decide to continue looking how they did in the awkward stage), this is when you start activating the extra power your body was working its way up to in the awkward stage. During this if you are strong enough you may unlock what is referred to as a "Final Form" which is a typically temporary physical transformation that unleashes your full strength at its highest capacity and capability but in return tends to make you look more monstrous for that period of time. Fun fact: after becoming a demon you will no longer need to sleep or blink but may if you still want to for any reason.

Weaknesses:

As mentioned previously, Demons while immortal are only mostly invulnerable. Meaning while we do not die of old age, we can be killed. Knowing our weaknesses is the best way to avoid them. Our weaknesses are as follows: Direct contact with sunlight (yes sunlight specifically and yes I have theories, however a singular second of contact should be fine but not any longer than that) , Wisteria (any and all parts of it and anything made from it are painfully, deadly poison and the smell alone will make a demon nauseous) , being beheaded by weapons and projectiles made from "Crimson/Scarlet Ore" otherwise referred to as "Niichirin Iron" (these weapons are used by demon slayers, because they absorb an insane amount of sunlight these are the only weapons that can remove our heads and make them impossible to reattach or regenerate) , Saying the Demon King's first and last name or just his last name aloud and occasionally even thinking it or spreading more personal information (this will trigger a curse placed on all demon's created by him to prevent demon slayers from uncovering any potentially vital information about him) , Starvation (for obvious reasons) , and lastly human food or more specifically anything besides raw meat and blood (demons cannot digest it, for most demons the smell will make them nauseous and it will make one badly sick to their stomach if eaten)

Strengths and potential new abilities:

Just as we have new weaknesses, us demons have a multitude of new found strengths and if you have been a demon for longer than a few weeks or have been given a more substantial amount of the demon king's blood; supernatural abilities. Now a demons supernatural abilities or more commonly referred to as "Blood Demon Art's" heavily vary from person to person and often times stem from something that was important to them when they were human. Our new found strengths however are thankfully much more uniform with little variation with some exceptions. As a demon your five senses will be enhanced to be far stronger than a human's and you will find that you are faster, stronger and have better endurance as a demon then you did as a human. There is a 50/50 chance that your Blood Demon Art will be indicated by changes to your physical form. You may have noticed that depending on how strong you are that humans and even weaker demons will be terrified of you, this is normal as becoming a demon gives you an aura that evokes fear and occasionally actual physical pain. You will also have unlimited stamina, endurance and a far higher pain tolerance as a demon. Lastly stronger demons will occasionally be able to telepathically communicate with demons that are as strong as they are and weaker than them.

Your new menu:

Now that you are a demon, your main source of food will more than likely be humans occasionally supplemented by raw animal meat. However it is completely safe for demons to eat nothing but raw animal meat but you will need to eat more of it to provide the proper amount of nutrition. (Word to the wise avoid the stomach and anything past it, they wont be worth it. I have done the research personally so you don't have to). You may have heard about something called "Marechi blood" this type of blood is a genetic anomaly that is yet to be explained but not for lack of trying, but that is neither here nor there; this type of blood is extremely rare and rich in nutrients a growing demon needs and has scent that attracts demons as well as catnip attracts cats. To be more specific: one gallon of marechi blood is equivalent to 100 gallons of normal human blood and 200 gallons of animal blood both in terms of increasing ones strength and in satisfying ones appetite. Some demons will insist that women are more nutritious than men, however this theory is not yet backed by actual scientific evidence.

Getting stronger:

So you have decided to get stronger. The way this works is much the same as to how it works for humans, eat enough, eat properly, exercise and train your body and abilities. However there are is one warning that you should be well aware of; trying to cheat your body by attempting to get stronger only by eating will only lead to your strength plato-ing. If you are not good at exercising or just don't like to, I recommend you practice with your Blood Demon Art whatever it may be and perhaps try to find uses for it outside of battle. Do not be afraid to get creative! Remember just about any kind of movement can be considered exercise as long as it is consistent and some degree of physically taxing, hunting and chasing your prey does in-fact count. If you get strong enough the demon king may approach you and offer you a chance to become one of the twelve kizuki by completing a task for him. If you get in there is a chance that he might supplement your growth by giving you an extra dose of his blood as a reward for completing tasks for him. However this also means that in order to rise in ranking (starting from the weakest rank; lower moon six and ending at the strongest rank; upper moon one) you will have to fight the demon that currently holds the rank you are trying to achieve and there is a chance that you will not survive the fight.

Who are "The Twelve Kizuki"?:

The Twelve Kizuki are the Demon King's roughly twelve strongest demons (with very few exceptions). There are two groups of six ranks, the "Lower Moons" which consists of the weaker and more frequently subject to change of the twelve, and the "Upper Moon's" which consists of the stronger ranks that have not changed ownership in the last century for good reason. They are Identifiable by their ranking emblazoned across their eye/s. There is also one (currently) unranked but very important member; Her name is Nakime but you will most often hear her being referred to as "The Biwa Woman", she is the one who is able to create the Infinity Fortress: a pocket dimension that acts as a meeting place for The Twelve Kizuki and often times the Demon King's home (no they are not married, nor do they seem to even remotely feel that way about each-other); as part of her demon art, I highly recommend addressing her by her name and speaking to her kindly and politely not only because it is the right thing to do but also because it will get you on her good side.

Who are the Demon Slayer's:

The Demon slayer corps was founded shortly after the demon king became a demon himself in a medical experiment gone wrong. as a way for humans to attempt fight back and defend themselves against demons and a couple centuries later they discovered breathing styles; a fighting style based on a breathing technique called total concentration constant. They are all based around the first two; Sun breathing and Moon breathing and all of them are themed around one element of nature or another. In more recent decades however they have become social outcasts due to most normal humans not believing that demons exist anymore and as such they do not have any backing from the government or any wealthy families. How their leader is able to pay all of them so well is beyond my knowledge. Much like how on our side there are The Twelve Kizuki, the demon slayers have their own group of strongest members known as The Hashira. The Hashira are typically the longest lived/unretired demon slayers as they are also typically the strongest in their respective breathing styles, some of which they even created themselves and occasionally a Hashira will take on a Tsuguko or a younger slayer with a lot of potential that they train themselves. The demon slayer corp also has three other important groups: The Trainers; retired hashira who train the next generation of demon slayers in a breathing style, The Kakushi; they are more or less the clean up crew that runs damage control after battles between demons and demon slayers and only come around if the demon slayer is successful so you will most likely never see one, and lastly The Sword Smiths; they are a very proud group of people who mine the crimson ore, forge it into the demon slayers weapons and then deliver their weapons personally however they only ever come out during the day so again you will most likely never see one. You NEVER want to be captured alive by a demon slayer, if you do they will take you to the mountain where they do an honestly sick-in-the-head final training for the newest potential slayers and you will be trapped in a cage of wisteria and you will be starved unless you are "lucky" enough to kill one of the slayers-in-training and eat what you can as quickly as possible.

What to expect in the first 24 hours:

You should expect to be unable to remember your life as a human despite your best attempts at remembering. You should also expect to loose your humanity and for your personality to become a darker version of what it once was. And lastly you should expect to loose your self-control around even the faintest whiff of human blood (this however will return once you reach your fledgeling stage) . All of this is normal for a newly turned demon, however you may be among the lucky few that is mostly unaffected in this way.

Odd exceptions:

As with humans there are demons who are odd exceptions to the general genetic rules or being demons. There are a rare few who can regain energy by sleeping or by other means. Some demons can tolerate the smell of human food better than others. Others have notably strong senses even for demons (though it is usually to make up for one sense that is a bit lacking). There are demons who can resist the temptation of rare blood completely. It is theorized that there is or eventually will be a demon who is immune to burning to death in the sun. There are a few demons who have managed to retain their self-control, their humanity and/or their memories and even fewer who manage to either retain or regain all three. And lastly but extremely rarely there will be a demon who somehow manages to get loose of the curse placed on them.

[dyrewrites]

Before Deluca -- where are we again

Our grand lady was immune to damage by that point in her life, protected from sigils requiring so little energy as to be insignificant to us. However, other ships were not so lucky and she wore their broken flesh as so much glittering jewelry.

“Here I thought it was you making everything shake and spin last night,” I teased a grin hiding under a soft blue parasol.

Matched to the too many layers he’d put on that morning. Though appropriately covered, I wore decidedly less and he took advantage, sliding fingers into my open jacket and between shirt buttons for a swoon at his chill.

Giggling, he tugged me toward the dock—by hair not meant to be—and addressed the detritus, “a problem for later, husband, for now...let’s meet our new home.”

Before I address where we docked, there is a saccharine anniversary I did not detail previously. Reason being it was one I wished to keep for myself, but it appears I’ll need to share some of it to offer understanding for where he brought us and why.

Our first visit to what would become home occurred sometime in the mid 1800s, during our exploration of the world. All those syrupy memories without fear of eyes or fangs coming for us were positively stuffed with delightful anniversaries.

But the one in question was singular in its perfection, in its simplicity.

The whole of it was celebrated in a large townhouse over-looking a canal, drinking coffee, reading, playing music and enjoying the sturdy bed. We even took a night trip outside the city itself to visit a neighboring beach—to splash in waters not so rife with horrors—and dance in the sand, bare beneath soft moonlight.

Peaceful our time there, and Lucient’s favorite.

Of every place we stayed, every anniversary we celebrated, my love adored our trip to Venice the most. The pleasantly mundane week living and hunting—careful to take those a city or two away—was a memory he replayed in his sleep in brighter colors than reality.

Which is why Venice was where we docked, where he wished to live, and where—somehow I’ve never learned—he had a home picked out and waiting. The very townhouse we had stayed in so many years before—one I write this from now, in fact.

Yet, on our way to said townhouse we met something unusual.

My love decided to guide me in a teasing path to keep me from guessing of our location, as I’d not quite figured out where we were yet. Not from the dock, not from the city, and he kept me far from the canal so as not to give it away.

We were midway through lovely gardens when I realized. It should not have taken me such time but, in my defense, he was far more beautiful than my surroundings—and chose to keep his curls free and bouncing on neck and shoulders to distract me.

“Venice,” I didn’t ask so much as swoon when I noticed, “it’s been—”

“Decades,” he finished, biting his lip for how my thoughts surely sang of the reason I’d not noticed sooner, as well as a shared ache in our veins, “and we’ll need to slip out of city limits for a meal if we wish to remain safe here, but I,” he didn’t trail off but lost breath for the spin and kiss I insisted on.

A kiss none would notice, for none were near us.

Lovely those gardens, ideally set for romantic strolls and yet we were alone in them. Eerily so, if I’d cared to notice any sooner I’d have felt an extra chill growing around us and heard the laughter of echoing voices.

“Ne sont-ils pas précieux?” one of the voices tittered too close.

Lucient broke away first, turning with an arm out and hand protectively on me—other firm on the parasol. While I held his waist and looked around for its source.

“Troppo prezioso,” another voice spoke, as close, with less inflection to it.

French, Lucient kept to me alone, and Italian...coincidence, treasure or trick?

I assured the tighter hand on me, it’s been too long for any to remember us here, my love. So it must be coincidence.

“Do not mind us, tethered things,” the more sullen voice said, “we are only curious who braves our gardens.”

“Curious or not, you’ve interrupted,” Lucient snipped, “show yourselves so we might know how best to react.”

They laughed, but obliged, forcing us closer and tighter for something we’d not seen before.

Spirits.

One wisped in soft blues, the other in verdant greens, but they were of single color and appeared more as mist or smoke than women. Though they were women, dressed as ones from that era even. Fashionable Victorian ladies...we could see right through.

“My love,” I sputtered, “have you…”

“Non, mon tresor,” he answered into my shirt—leaving me to keep his parasol up as he forgot of it in the shock.

“Dotty,” the green one offered, bowing easily from her place floating a few feet off the stones.

While the other spun first, and tittered as she bowed, “Lottie.”

“And this is a delightful reaction,” Dotty added, drifting closer and smiling tight for our steps back.

Lottie flashed the other cyan as she coiled around her, tight and sweet as we were, tittering for our notice, “such pretty things you are, and so close. We were never allowed to be so close.”

Another flash saw them part, yet their hands remained laced as Dotty spoke, “it is why we are this now. Yet you move about freely...have laws changed?”

So close and cold their faces, icier even than Lucient’s, and we shivered for it. But I managed an answer, “no, I am...afraid not.”

“Then how,” Lottie’s giggly voice rang too low, still echoed.

And Lucient huffed, with more bravado than his thoughts suggested he held, “what are the laws of prey to us?”

But it was the correct response as it sent the spirits into a twirl together, giggling so sweetly.

“What should we call you,” Dotty asked as they stopped, voice somehow flat in its brightness.

Don’t you dare, Lucient cut into me.

Laughing, I ignored him, “you may call me Vicki and him Lucy, if you like.”

Chill moonlight missed its mark, as I refused to look at it, but he got me anyway, you will pay for this, husband.

Looking forward to it, husband, I teased back.

“Oh, oui, je le fais!” Lottie trilled.

While Dotty merely chuckled.

“We have places to be,” Lucient spoke through teeth, “people to eat.”

Accepting the sharp nails in my hand, I followed his lead and called back to the spirits, “Alla prossima!”

“There will be no ‘next time’,” my love muttered as we left the gardens.

But there would be, many even, as the spirits held vigil in those gardens and he adored how it was lit at night. After a time, he even adored their company.

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That’s a brilliant idea now you have given me some stupid cracky thoughts

(Making a new post because length) 

(I hope these all are not offensive! Also apology for not being able to write well)

…You know it can be arranged if we be VERY shameless and crumble Canon into a ball

and treat the Aman part of the Akallabeth as not-entirely-reliable history patched up by Elendil based on limited sources

When Ar-Pharazon’s troops sailed, Noldor got warned by the Valar; of course they evacuated this time. They learned their lesson

Tirion was a LARGE city! It took time to evacuate and it took time to hide the trace

And it took time to set up all the traps

We don’t know how far exactly was Tirion from the shore? It took 1 Valinor year for Noldor to reach Alqualonde; that’s like 9 sun years but they were mostly civilians not experienced for long distance travel and they were marching in the dark.

It did not seem to take long for Earendil to reach there from the shore. However everything about Earendil reaching Valinor was so tricky, maybe the Valar intentionally made the road shorter for him and Elwing

The Valar had no intention to make the road shorter for Ar-Pharazon’s troops

Let’s say it took at least a few months?

Did Ar-Pharazon even have a Valinor map?

Maeglin jumped out of nowhere: Hi there I can show you the way to this white city filled with wonder and wealth if you let me be a lord and marry my beautiful princess cousin

Ar-Pharazon: Obviously that’s a very convincing reason to turn traitor That’s a man of culture

Maeglin took them into the mountains avoiding all the small elf settlements along the way

They did not notice they were walking in circles because Aule subtly changed the landscapes from time to time and many trees in Valinor could move on their own

Sometimes some of their soldiers just disappeared and never be seen again.

Bad for morale, but people assumed those just fled because most of them were slaves

Food poisoning further delaying their march

“I’m awfully sorry I did not know those fruits and mushrooms are poisonous to mortal men” (He knew)

Meanwhile back at shore, elves ambushed the ships they left behind

Noldor: …It feels awful to say this brings up memories

Teleri: It’s not stealing they abandoned all those pretty ships behind it’s just aggressive adoption we will treat those poor babies as our own

Sindar: You know what I definitely heard this argument before

(Meanwhile there was probably some Numenor evacuation going on)

(Tuor finally got a chance to free some slaves and fix some wrongs his descendants had done, and save those of his descendants that still wished to be saved)

(Seriously, the grandfather of your first king used to suffer as a slave then you started enslaving other people what’s wrong with Numenoreans)

After it was done Earendil sent some signals through his flying ship

“Okay we are close! Tirion is just behind that mountain. I know a good place to set up the camp.”

Ar-Pharazon made his speech to a very empty city

Under the lovely hills around Tirion there was a lovely cave complex

Earlier, House of the Mole: Yes let’s get some mining explosives to set up a trap

Sinkholes happened and trapped most of the troops

Somehow Ar-Pharazon did not fall into any of the traps which ended up with him and Maeglin wrestling at the edge of a sinkhole, trying to push each other down the edge

Maeglin: Okay this is definitely familiar at least this one does not bite

(He did not need to as king of Numenor he had a very sharp sword.)

(Elros would be VERY disappointed.)

Then a crack opened beneath them and swallowed them both

(People still argued whether it was divine intervention or the land was just being unstable after explosion. It was a little bit convenient.)

Folk of the Mole dug them out in time.

(Some of them landed quite a few kicks on Ar-Pharazon’s face in the process and ‘accidentally’ broke his arms. They argued “he’s dangerous we must disarm him first”)

Dior and others came and sang the trapped troops to sleep

Eventually everything was done

“What should we do with all the political fallout? Now we have their king and most of their troops but Sauron is still there and... do we go on to war against him?”

(Some people immediately started yelling “no that’s a terrible idea don’t start the fire again”)

“What if Sauron take this opportunity to make himself king of Numenor and get his whole control over Middle Earth. I bet he has been plotting for this result all the time.”

Then the whole world started trembling and Aman got separated away and Numenor sank and Sauron drowned

“At least Sauron got drowned that’s the silver lining?”

(Some extra-mean Maiar had secret party afterwards celebrating Sauron losing his pretty face)

I think Sauron was definitely plotting something by sending Ar-Pharazon and his strongest troops and likely the most loyal generals away to invade Aman... While he himself stayed behind. 

It was like, he knew they would fail in some way and he was expecting it and actively encouraged them to believe they had a chance

I don’t think he liked Ar-Pharazon at all... (all the “getting defeated and taken as hostage” part.) I think his plan was always to make himself king of Numenor after Ar-Pharazon got dealt with in whatever way in Aman. 

He could tell Numenoreans that now the gods view them as enemy and only he could save them all. It’s not like he had no experience taking over someone’s legacy? No shame in picking low hanging fruits

Also I feel he was using Ar-Pharazon to test the water... Like, how hard could he push the buttons. And what kind of reaction he could get. It would also be nice to potentially lure some Maiar or even Valar into hurting the Children. Would be neat to make a few Ainur fall.

(Of course, always extra fun to fuck some elves up. They should not be allowed to feel safe in Aman!)

Anyway Sauron was using the move to achieve multiple goals. (He was SMART! And COMPETANT!)

The only thing he did not expect was the Valar would call for help from Eru and there was actually an response and the response was EXTREME.

Look, I don’t believe any of the Ainur even the Valar would be able to even imagine it’s possible to turn the world into a BALL...

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Okay, listen to more of my stupid cracky ooc headcanon

The elves and Ainur spent a while to figure out what to do with the captured mortal men

A lot of effort was spent on figuring out what type of mindset they were on

Some of them were slaves who got promised freedom for them or their family as reward for fighting in the army

Some of them joined the army out of desperation for money.

Some of them truly believed the Valar would come to kill them all if they did not fight back (learning that their island just got sunk did not help)

Some of them had aging family members and really wanted to make their family immortal

Of course there were the awful ones came here for power and pretty elves

(Tuor tried to have a TALK with Ar-Pharazon and failed.)

Even a lot of those who came for more innocent reasons had done war crimes before

Slavery and Colonization had been very thoroughly weaved into the late Numenor society

It was a MESS

Also it was not healthy for mortal men to stay in Valinor at all

Much of the “figuring things out” part happened in Tol Eressea

Later on some little islands raised by Valar further away

Anyway

It ended up with a few mortal men settlements at the edge of the sea

Multiple islands. The troops split into multiple groups that refused to live with each other. 

Lots of therapy sessions (as best as elves or Ainur could offer, which probably was not always enough)

The awful ones were banned from leaving their island 

(The former slaves now living on the neighboring islands took shift monitoring them very carefully)

(Some water Maiar patrolled the area in case someone tried to kill someone or started to burn down houses. There were a few assassination attempts.)

Some of the worst ones including Ar-Pharazon chose to be put into sleep because PRIDE

Eventually the mortals left in Aman learned to build ships

Elven ships could not pass the border of Aman

Somehow the ships built and sailed by the mortals was able to leave (It was pure chaos when it happened for the first time)

Nobody knew how it worked. But also, nobody knew how the elven ships found their way to Aman as well. 

Most of mortals eventually left on the ship back to the mortal world.

Some of them chose to stay. Including many former slaves who only had bad memories out there; it helped with healing when you were a world away from your past nightmare.

But many of their children desired to leave when they grew up.

Also half elves happened and not everyone chose immortality.

(There was a whole world out there to explore! Life is short for mortals.)

(And the world beyond the world after they took the Gift.)

So every once in a while there would be a ship departing from those islands, going to Middle Earth and never return.

Istari reached Middle Earth on one of those ships

[1watermelontea]

pinned post: will be prone to edits!

hi, you can call me melon—they/he/it (all fine)

i’m a hermitshipper & i write fanfics. i exclusively ship the characters, not the people. you can find my ao3 attached below:

more-in depth descriptions of my currently published fics under the break:

Chasing the Horizon Line

co-authored with @nine-of-diamonds! a seablings fic with a dash of scarian. gem moves to aurecove, a seaside town, to be the new lighthouse keeper. turns out she may have bitten off more than she can chew with this place—between spreading rumours and missing persons, gem and grian become unlikely friends. merfolk and land dwellers are not meant to interact, evidently. hurt/comfort with themes of feeling lost and wanting to find where you belong. gem & grian -centric povs (swaps multiple times each chapter)

Crosscurrents

co-authored with @nine-of-diamonds! oneshot side story and mostly prequel to chasing the horizon line that explores 4 times that aurecove citizens met mers, and 1 time that a mer met a land person. has main characters you don’t normally see—like joe and stress—and duos you scarcely see, too. humour, through and through, and we thoroughly bullied bdubs throughout the entire run of it. five different povs in total.

There Must Be A Catch

co-authored with @nine-of-diamonds! oneshot attached to the cthl series following skizz’s pov. throughly crack. i cannot describe it in words.

Walking the Line

co-authored with @nine-of-diamonds! the second mainline instalment of the cthl series. solidaritek with a notable dash of flower husbands. three years after moving to lunere, jimmy and tango are doing dandy, until jimmy’s past comes back to bite him. when jimmy goes dark, tango is left scrambling to figure out what’s happening. it only gets more complicated from there. angst & humour with some timeline jumps. jimmy & tango -centric povs (swaps multiple times each chapter)

Set On True North

co-authored with @nine-of-diamonds and @crabbri! oneshot side story directly following the events of walking the line. gem and grian find a way to sort out their mer memory problems. humour with some beautiful prose in there. gem-centric pov.

A Week in the Life of “Detective” Scar

co-authored with @nine-of-diamonds! a scarian oneshot wherein grian is pearl’s assigned watcher, and scar is very interested in knowing what’s going on with these new faces! however, the fact that scar can see grian at all is incredibly weird, and now scar’s losing sleep trying to figure out why only he can see this cute guy. lots of convex in this one, too. deeply unserious but very fun. scar-centric pov with some sprinklings of jellie’s pov.

But There Was Nothing

oneshot following the aftermath of secret life. lizzie relives memories of other lives, but telling what is real and what stories she's just telling herself to stay sane is a challenge. all she has left is the void. mostly canon compliant lizzie-centric pov.

Frost Focus

rancher duo. can be read platonically or romantically. watcher!tango + canary!jimmy decked out 2 au oneshot wherein jimmy and tango are trapped within the walls of the deepfrost citadel, cursed to eternally watch as players scour the depths in an attempt to win and free their friends. at last, pearl's diligence might serve to open the door for them. tango-centric pov.

Reverie, Revelry

solidaritek. assassin au. tango’s employer would benefit greatly from the sole heir to the solidarity family fortune being removed from the equation, so this assassination is high profile, to say the least. the only issue for tango is that, well, he fell in love with him. now to figure out how to deal with that, on a time limit. fluff with a decent lot of implied sexual content. tango-centric pov. shorter fic compared to my others.

Here’s To The World Where You Do

scarian. a fantasy au wherein scar, grian, scott, and jimmy are caught as members of a resistance against the current monarch, ren. however, with assistance from some undercover rebels (or by other means), they manage to escape. action! betrayal! false identities! there is a lot of violence in this one. angst with a happy ending and lots of lighthearted moments between the horrors. scar & grian -centric povs (swaps each chapter)

MORE IN THE WORKS 🎊🎉

[astroismypassion]

Hi, can have your advice? Of course, if it's your field)

I have Venus and Mars both in 8th house, scorpion, conjunction each other and square ASC in aquarius. And I feel really confused, like one minute I'm life of the party, the next I'm struggling with social anxiety, trying to tone down stuttering and tremor in the body. Understandably, it depends on person I'm taking with, but the whole thing can happen during one single time, so yeah. I would like to hear your thoughts on how I can work it out)

Anyway, thank you for your time and have a good day 🥰💜

(English isn't my native language, so I apologize for any mistakes I could've made 😅)

Hi there!

Yes, of course I can share my thoughts on it at least.

Haha I would like to make advice giving my field haha, if this is even possible yes.

First of all, I would like to say that having Aquarius Ascendant is already rare on its own. I think you live in the past and in the future at the same time and you are able to navigate very successfully between both time focuses and states. However, learn to use the knowledge of both (past and future) to ground yourself, your own identity and thoughts in the present time too.

Yes, you have a strong need to connect with people, so that you can belong somewhere, yet you want to stand out in your community too and remain independent to have free thought.

I think what you can do, is firstly ground your body and then thoughts will follow. And also try meditation perhaps when you feel out of balance. I'm not a big advocate that meditation can fully help you since sometimes it's not always about being mindful and in the moment, sometimes a bit anxiety is okay so that you are alert, focused and concentrated, we can't just be chilling and relaxed at all times since our development would not move forward and we would stagnate. But quick 10, 15 min guided meditation on Goodful could help you here. Also, engage in a light reading or listen to a podcast so that you mind will feel just lightly stimulated, but with knowledge.

So to make sure you ground your body, we can also do this: check when was the last time you ate? Have a light snack, something that will nourish you, but like whole foods, not processed, like a banana, rasberries, a few bites of loaf of bread. Drink more water or try sparkling water if you are struggling with getting in your water intake levels. Go run an errand or go outside for a walk, dance in your room, like a dance workout.

So now that you grounded yourself in your body and your thoughts, go out there more confident that you've shown self love and nurtured yourself first, before interacting with others and giving away your energy and battery level. Maybe try do hang out for a few hours at a time, maybe avoid hanging outs and social interactions that would go on for four hours. Say that you have something else scheduled and retreat. Because at the end of the day, you do have scheduled something and this is your own recharging time.

Also, don't beat yourself for too long or analysing too much this mentality, behaviour of yourself. It's rather normal, we can't be on a high high at all times either, otherwise your body and brain couldn't actually follow through and process all these overflowing, happy, overflowing emotions. So don't even EXPECT to be feeling like a life of the party at all times or in all your interactions.

We CAN APPRECIATE each state (for example being really content, really concerned, really joyful) ONLY because they are limited for a period of time. Because it is happening only until the next change. And that's the beauty of it.

I hope you will have a beautiful day too,

@astroismypassion

[lunarshifted]

                    Hello   and   welcome   to   lunarshifted.   This   is   an   independent   role   play   account   for   a   fandomless  original   character   that   has   a   few   verses within other fandoms.   This   character  has   taken   inspiration   from   some   source   material,   but   ultimately   of   my   creation.   Dark   themes   will   be   present   so   I   ask   that   you   are   at   least   20+   before   interacting.   Rules   are   under   the   cut,   and   a   few   links   will   be   present   to   help   you   about   my   blog.

AJ.   She/her.   25.             About (WIP).   Promo.    Verses.             You   may   also   find   me:  silntfangs.  he11bambi. pyredez. oogeyman.

              Rules to follow! I'll keep it simple: Mun: My name's AJ! I love characters, love talking about them all the time. I love to read and write. I mostly read horror, and recently found it's actually a favorite genre of mine. I'm a nerd, a dork, hella shy, and would love to be your friend!

Selective. This is for my own sanity. I mostly made him to write with a few friends of mine, and really dive into him in different situations. All in all, if I follow you, that means I would LOVE to interact!

Shipping. His canon (main), Bailey is in a relationship (a friend's oc that I believe she won't be writing online). However, in other verses I am always open to shipping. If we aren't shipping, his boyfriend could potentially be mentioned in threads. If you are interested in shipping, please let me know! We can definitely see if things will click with our muses.

Heavy topics/dark themes. This blog will have heavy topics and dark themes, so please be aware of that before following. (examples: murder, gore, light mentions of abuse). With that also being said, I will not water down certain things about him because it also makes him as a character. If something is uncomfortable to you, please simply unfollow. I do try and tag everything as best as I can, but I am only human.

Please be kind and respectful! If there are any issues with me, please come to me in an appropriate manner. I don't bite, I promise. We all know we can't read each other's minds!

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tokyo tohoku trip - day 13.

this is going to be a more relaxing day for me as well, as i am still feeling exhausted from all the activities for the past week or so. we started the day at a nearby bakery - sandwich parlor matsumura サンドウィッチパーラー まつむら, which bakes and sells freshly made breads and is popular among office workers.

i ate an egg, ham and cucumber sandwich and a fried sausage roll with iced coffee, very simple and it fills the stomach to start the day. after our quick breakfast, i went to shibuya again by myself to visit miyashita park 宮下公園, another new building in shibuya which is very popular.

the building is not high, but it has a whole street of izakaya at the ground floor, some of the branded stores and lots of western cafes. on the rooftop, it is a park which has garden area, a starbucks with industrial design, rock climbing and skate zone. when i was there, it was rather quiet and it’s super nice to just walk and sit on the benches and just chill.

after that, i also briefly visited bic camera ビックカメラ 渋谷東口店 next door to purchase a travel sim card for my next trip. this is super convenient and bic camera has a lot of options in terms of data capacity and number of days combination. this place is also a good option if you want to buy gadgets and some eletronics.

i met up with my friend again at nihonbashi for lunch, our initial plan was to visit a tempura place but there was a queue, so we went to torisanwa 鶏三和 at coredo muromachi 2 instead. this store specialize in oyako don, so we ordered the most popular option which has their own chicken breed, with runny egg on white rice with miso soup. the egg is definitely creamy and flavorful and the chicken is so tender with smooth texture, definitely an enjoyable meal and recommended if you want to eat a good oyako don.

after lunch, i walked to takashimaya for my pokemon cafe appointment. this appointment is quite difficult to get, you would need to book it one month in advance. each appointment slot is 90 minutes and the menu is on the iPad for ordering, so it’s pretty simple. i ordered parfait and tea since i already had lunch. while waiting for my food, i got to take a lot of photos around the cafe, you can also ask the staff for help with that. chef pikachu also made an appearance to do some dance with all the customers, it’s very cute and the staff are also very energetic to create a lively atmosphere. the parfait taste alright, a sweet dessert which looks very cute and too nice to eat. the fruit tea i ordered comes in a very pretty teapot and it’s blue color, taste was fine as well, but it’s definitely more aesthetic than tasty.

after my time at the cafe is over, i went shopping at the pokemon store next door, which has so many plushies, stationery, and other merchandises, i did have to limited what i get because i have very limited luggage space. foreigners may also get the duty free discount when you pay if you show your passport.

after i have done with shopping, i wanted to take the shuttle bus to the dinner place, however i ended up on a different bus and just took the bus for an entire loop and just enjoy the views around nihonbashi as the sun sets. and end up taking a train instead.

my friend and i met up for dinner at tsujihan つじ半 for their famous seafood bowl. there was a long queue at the restaurant as there’s very limited seats, i think we waited for an hour or so to get it. as it was our first time, we just decided to order the most expensive option which has a big portion of minced tuna (negitoro), crab meat, sea urchin (uni) and overflowing of ikura on top of white rice. they also give us a separate plate of sashimi. the portion is really huge but it was so good and so satisfying, every single bite is filled with awesome seafood and all the flavors just burst in your mouth, which is a nice sensation. everything mixed well together and i can’t stop eating it. when you have a few bites left, you may pass the bowl back to the staff for fish soup. the soup will cook the remaining sashimi just like ochazuke, and it’s such a heartwarming and satisfying way to finish the meal as the soup is very good. i can see why the long queue but it would be best to come early to avoid waiting for too long.

after such an amazing meal, we just head home to rest up and i also did some packing since i am leaving tomorrow. there’s just so many things to pack!

to be continued...

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It’s pumpkin season Each year it seems that companies are extending the use of both pumpkin and pumpkin spice, and quite often in unexpected ways.

“Pumpkin: 50 Recipes for Cooking with Pumpkin, From Savory to Sweet” (Ryland, Peters and Small)

I wrote down an August Facebook post from of couple of years ago.

It went something like this: “Summer isn’t over until Sept. 22 so set your pumpkin spice down! I’m not finished with my Margarita yet!”

I must agree, why rush long-awaited summer days away. It’s October, so I guess I must give-in and accept the fact that it’s okay to see everything pumpkin when shopping.

The usual pumpkin fare such as pumpkin pie, muffins, lattes, bread, soup, pancakes and ice cream have been popular for a long time. Each year it seems that companies are extending the use of both pumpkin and pumpkin spice, and quite often in unexpected ways: dog treats, pumpkin spice cat litter and dog biscuits, deodorant, cologne, lip balm and toothpaste.

One that sounds very strange, at least it does to me, is pumpkin Spam! The list goes on and on.

When it comes to restaurant menus, many appetizers, entrees, desserts and cocktails (how about a pumpkin spice martini made with the limited edition of Kahlua pumpkin spice liqueur,  bit.ly/4fjMdi3), are prepared using pumpkin and pumpkin spice. Why this craving? Pumpkin spice is a blend of cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and ginger. Some recipes call for allspice and mace, as well. More about making your own blend in a bit.

Perhaps it is the warmth of the combination of flavors when the temperatures drop; think comfort food and flavors that offset our chillier surroundings as autumn’s weather begins to parade onto winter.

Nostalgia plays a role, too, as we connect with memories of past fall holidays, and the anticipation of family get-togethers being planned for this year’s holiday gatherings.

Pumpkin spice is a blend of spices, as is any curry. Each ingredient in the recipe stands well on its own; but to bring it up a notch, mixed to your liking in the perfect proportions you’ll be able to orchestrate a symphony of flavor. It’s probably the scent that is most associated with the comfort and coziness of cooling autumn nights. It’s time to get into the holiday spirit with some recipes using these ingredients that are quintessential fall favorites.

This is my go-to recipe for a pumpkin spice blend.

Pumpkin Spice Blend

Ingredients:

6 tablespoons ground cinnamon

3 tablespoons ground ginger

4 ½ teaspoons ground allspice

3 teaspoons ground nutmeg

¾ teaspoon ground cloves

¾ teaspoon ground mace

Directions:

Mix all the ingredients in a bowl and whisk to incorporate well. Keep the blend in an airtight container in a cool place.

Feel free to adjust the quantity of the spices. There is no right or wrong. If there is a spice you don’t desire, just leave it out. If you like a bit more zing, add more ginger. However, be careful with nutmeg since too much can make the blend bitter. Use in any recipe calling for pumpkin spice. It makes the perfect stocking stuffer packaged in a decorative jar.

For inspiration this year, I came across a new title, “Pumpkin: 50 Recipes for Cooking with Pumpkin, From Savory to Sweet (2024, Ryland, Peters & Small, $14.99) Hollowing out a pumpkin to use as a receptacle for soup or stew might seem like a task. Once you’ve read the instructions it will be a cinch. And don’t throw out the seeds. Roast the seeds and flavor the seeds. Then, use the seeds to prepare the recipe in the book for pumpkin seed bars with fruit and nuts. The hearty bars are perfect for a quick energy fix.

The chapter titles are as creative as the recipes; “Gourd-Geously Good for You” (one-pots, soups and stews); “Too Gourd to be True (snacks, sharers and light bites) “Life is Gourd” (salads and sides); Go Big or Gourd Home!” (pasta and rice); “The Reason for Pumpkin Season” (breads, cookies and cozy bakes); “Pumpkin Spice & All Things Nice” (cakes, pies and other sweet treats).

Now, it’s time go out and pick the perfect pumpkin and try one of these recipes from the book.

Pumpkin and Mushroom Soup: The addition of truffle oil, used at your discretion, elevates the soup from the everyday to something really special. (Steve Painter, copyright Ryland, Peters and Small)

Pumpkin and Mushroom Soup

Recipe by Belinda Williams, photograph by Steve Painter, copyright Ryland Peters & Small

The headnote says: “This deliciously rich soup is a wonderful, vibrant gold color. The silky nature of the cep (Porcini) mushrooms works really well with the smoothness of the soup and the addition of truffle oil, used at your discretion, elevates it from the everyday to something really special.”

Serves 6

Ingredients:

3½ tablespoons butter, divided

2 white onions, diced

2 garlic cloves, finely chopped

1 small pumpkin, peeled, seeded, and diced

½ butternut squash, peeled, deseeded, and diced

6 cups vegetable stock

2 cep (Porcini) mushrooms, finely sliced

¾ cup heavy

Salt and black pepper

To garnish:

Chopped fresh parsley

Fresh thyme leaves

Truffle oil, for drizzling (optional)

Directions:

Melt three-quarters of the butter in a large saucepan and cook the onions, garlic, pumpkin and squash until soft. Add the stock to the pan and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer for 15 minutes, until the pumpkin and squash are cooked.

Take the pan off the heat and blitz the mixture to a purée with a stick blender.

In a skillet/frying pan, heat the remaining butter and fry the ceps very gently for a few minutes, until softened but without coloring. Add the ceps to the soup and stir in the cream, then season to taste with salt and black pepper.

Ladle the soup into bowls and serve garnished with a sprinkle of fresh parsley and thyme leaves and a little drizzle of truffle oil, if you wish.

Pumpkin and Sage Mac ‘N’ Cheese

Recipe by Laura Washburn Hutton, photograph by Steve Painter, copyright Ryland Peters & Small

The headnote says, “Earthy sage and sweet pumpkin are a match made in heaven.”

Serves 6-8

Ingredients:

1 pound macaroni

A handful of coarse sea salt

1 pumpkin (2 pounds), peeled, seeded, and cubed, roasted*

3 tablespoons vegetable oil

2 tablespoons butter

2 shallots, finely chopped

2¾ cups heavy cream

Leaves from a few sprigs of fresh sage, finely chopped, plus whole leaves to garnish

1¼ cups shredded/grated Grana Padano or Parmesan

¾ cup shredded/grated Cheddar

1 cup fresh breadcrumbs

Salt and black pepper

Directions:

Cook the macaroni in a saucepan of salted boiling water according to the packet instructions.

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Roast the pumpkin following the instructions below, then set aside.

Heat the butter and the oil in a saucepan. Add the shallots and cook over a high heat for 2–3 minutes, stirring, until golden. Add the cream, sage and a pinch of salt and bring to a boil, then reduce the heat. Add the cheeses and stir well to melt.

Preheat the broiler/grill to medium–hot.

Put the cooked macaroni in a bowl with the pumpkin. Pour over the cream sauce and mix. Taste and adjust the seasoning.

Transfer the macaroni mixture to a baking dish and spread evenly. Top with a good grinding of black pepper and sprinkle the breadcrumbs over the top. Broil/grill for 5–10 minutes until the top is crunchy and golden brown. Serve immediately garnished with sage leaves.

Roasting Pumpkin

Serves 4-6, depending on what it’s being used for

Ingredients:

1 pumpkin or squash

2–3 tablespoons olive oil

Salt and black pepper

Directions:

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.

Peel and deseed the pumpkin or squash and chop the flesh into medium-sized chunks or wedges, depending on what you are using them for.

Tip the pumpkin onto a baking sheet and drizzle over the olive oil. Sprinkle over salt and pepper and use clean hands to thoroughly mix so that the pumpkin is well coated in oil.

Bake in the preheated oven for about 30 minutes, or until the pumpkin is tender and starting to turn golden around the edges.

Note: You can also add other flavorings, such as fresh or dried herbs, fresh or dried chili, and/or other spices when coating the pumpkin with oil, so feel free to experiment to find your favorite flavor combinations.

Spiced Pumpkin Cheesecake

Recipe by Bea Vo, photograph by Kate Whittaker, copyright Ryland Peters & Small

Serves 10-12

Ingredients:

1 pound 5 ounces gingernut (gingersnap) cookies/biscuits

¾–1 stick unsalted butter, melted

½ cup superfine/caster sugar

½ cup dark brown soft sugar

1½ teaspoon ground cinnamon

½ teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg

1 tablespoon ground ginger

1 teaspoon ground allspice

½ teaspoon salt

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 pound 9 ounces cream cheese

3 eggs

3 tablespoons whipping cream

2 tablespoons bourbon

1  (15 ounce) can of pumpkin purée

Topping:

1 1⁄3 cups whipping cream

2⁄3 cup confectioners’ sugar

3 ounces crystallized ginger, chopped

3 tablespoons pumpkin seeds, toasted

Directions:

Prepare a 10-inch cake pan: greased and base-lined with baking parchment.

Preheat the oven to 240 degrees.

To make the crust, crush the gingernut (gingersnap) cookies until you get fine crumbs. Add the melted butter — the amount of butter you will need is variable. Test by grabbing a bit of the mixture and squeezing into your hand to make a ball, then releasing your hand. The mixture should hold its shape, but also fall apart when touched slightly. If it doesn’t hold its shape, add more butter, otherwise the cookie will dissolve into the cheesecake, and you’ll have no crust. If it holds its shape too well, add more cookies to absorb the butter, otherwise your crust will be too hard.

Press the mixture into the prepared cake pan and pat level.

Put the sugar, all the spices and the vanilla into a large mixing bowl and stir until well combined. Add the cream cheese and beat until well mixed and the sugar has dissolved.

Slowly incorporate the eggs, one at a time, beating until thoroughly combined before adding the next. Scrape the side of the bowl regularly to make sure everything is incorporated. Stir in the whipping cream and bourbon. Fold in the pumpkin purée until well combined.

Pour the mixture into the cake pan over the crust and bake in the preheated oven for 1 hour until the middle is still slightly jiggly and the top doesn’t look shiny or wet any more.

Remove from the oven and let cool in the pan for 1 hour. Refrigerate overnight.

When you are ready to serve, unmold the cheesecake by turning it upside down on a serving plate or board, then turning it upright again.

To make the topping, put the cream and confectioners’ sugar in a bowl and, using an electric mixer with whisk attachment (or an electric whisk), whisk to soft peaks. Spread the topping casually over the cheesecake and top with the crystallized ginger and pumpkin seeds.

Optional: Scatter toasted pumpkin seeds on top to add a bit of crunchiness or drizzle with caramel sauce for some extra indulgence.

Stephen Fries is professor emeritus and former coordinator of the Hospitality Management Programs at Gateway Community College in New Haven, Conn. He has been a food and culinary travel columnist for the past 17 years and is co-founder of and host of “Worth Tasting,” a culinary walking tour of downtown New Haven, and three-day culinary adventures around the U.S. He is a board member of the International Association of Culinary Professionals. Email him at Stephen@stephenfries.com. For more, go to stephenfries.com.