#f: lumen

[furbymother]

🌟👾🛸HeLLo EaRtHliNGs🪐💫👽

[dlartistanon]

I think they’re cute

[ifwebefriends]

Happy anniversary Elemental!

Song: Taroko by August Greenwood

[Video ID. A fan edit of Ember Lumen and Wade Ripple from Elemental with a portion of the song Taroko by August Greenwood. Various clips of the two of them are shown in time with the song. The lyrics are “oh the blue blue water makes you look so pretty, next to jellyfishes swimming in captivity. I know you’re far more focused on the deep blue scenery, but I can’t focus when you’re next to me. Oh, Taroko. Oh, I love you so. Oh, Taroko. Oh, I love you so.” The lyrics are shown on screen as they come up but “Taroko” is replaced with “Ember.” The first couple lines in the video are specifically played with the scene where Wade takes Ember to see the Vivisteria flower in the station. The final shot is of their kiss at the end of the film. End ID]

[funstealer]

lu_xiaohui

[vkelleyart]

Coming August 24th: The French Collector's Edition of RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE (Aka MY DEAR F***ING PRINCE)

So excited to join Lumen Editions in announcing their french-language collector's edition of RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE, or as they call it in France, MY DEAR F***ING PRINCE! I can't express how grateful I am to have been brought on board to provide illustrations for both the dust jacket and endpapers for this absolutely mind-blowing edition of the book. 

They pulled out all the bells and whistles for this, with foil stamping on the front and sprayed edges, and a bookmark! I also got a chance to repaint and touch up a number of old and new fan arts for inclusion in the endpapers to match the updated character designs we did for the American version, including a full color Brownstone kiss! <33 

The idea they had for the dust jacket: A sort of before and after of the State Room Scene. On the front, Alex glares at Henry in a mix of resentment and sexual frustration, and on the back, the resolution of all that pent-up emotion. Bold choices all around. (Vive la France!) 

Lastly, if you look closely at that interior flap, you might just catch Casey McQuiston, Matthew López (director of the RWRB movie adaptation) and Aneesh Sheth (also acting in the film) at the table with June. :D

The only link available for purchase outside France is the Amazon.fr link below, but I have been told it works! The USA Amazon link will hopefully be up soon! Preorder your copy here:

[pancake-furby]

hi furblr i need your help

i need to make a little book with a drawing for each letter of the alphabet for art class and i was going to do furby names

so if you want pls send me pics of your furby(s) to draw, i need one for every letter of the alphabet!

i’ll update the original post with the letters i already have and which ones i still need

list below:

a- Ametrine Plinko (organicsaturdaychurch)

b- Baja Blast (longfurbydad)

c-

d- Dr. Pepper (burnedmi1k)

e- Ee-day (scooterscanley)

f- Funky Strawberry Milk (101-furbys-101)

g- Gustavo (kittencomicslol)

h- Hush (detafurby)

i-

j- Jean Applebottom (tapwaterenthusiast)

k- Korn (starcloudedsky)

l- Lumen (furbymother)

m- May-Lah (cactusisaseed)

n- Nightmare (thedarkoverlordofall)

o-

p- Puck (my-delightful-friends)

q-

r- Rooster (froggies-furbies)

s- Satin (satin-the-long-furby)

t- Twirlwind and/or Twirlblast (coles-chaotic-eyebrows)

u- Ube (p1ut0-mars)

v- Vegemite (lady-furbton)

w- Wendy (atoledevainilla)

x-

y- Yuggleworth (tapwaterenthusiast)

z- Ziggy (josiefishh)

I’m trying to include at least one from everyone, sorry if yours doesn’t make it on /gen

thank you so much to everyone who has submitted!

[scriberye]

Metal and Muse

       ➥  Perturabo x F!OC     |     6834     |     Ao3

⚠️🔞 Romance, Explicit Sexual Content (P in V), Cunnilingus, Pregnancy After catching one of his remembrancers in an awkward situation, things become even more awkward as Perturabo works through his feelings. a/n: Trying something different, just uploading the first chapter here. The rest are all on Ao3.

Deep within the unyielding walls of the Iron Warriors’ fortress on Olympia, a remembrancer toiled away into the night. The bright glow of the lumens spilled out from her studio and into the darkened hallways. Sculptures of all sizes and shapes adorned the room, from towering life-sized statues of Iron Warriors to delicate vases.

The studio was silent except for the scraping and chiseling sounds of Helena’s tools against marble. Her eyes were heavy from the lack of sleep, but inspiration had struck and she would not rest. She would finish this project tonight. Just a little more.

A sudden tremor, faint yet unmistakable, rumbled through the fortress. Helena paused, alert and surveying her studio with concern as she swayed with the motion. Quakes weren’t uncommon on Olympia, but they still made her uneasy. Her tools and sculptures rattled as the tremor subsided.

She sighed, shaking off the nerves, and returned to her work.

One. Last. Chip.

“There!” she announced with pride.

Helena brushed the last specks of dust and took a step back to admire her handiwork. Perturabo’s stoic expression stared back at her with a cold, calculating gaze. It was her best work yet. The marble bust seemed almost alive with the amount of painstaking detail she put into it.

She ran her fingers over the contours of his face and down along the stern set of his jaw. If only the flesh and blood version of him would look at her. For years, she had harbored a secret admiration for the Primarch, feelings that had grown even more difficult to hide since her request to accompany the Iron Warriors.

But it would never happen. It was futile to dream of more. Perturabo was a Primarch, and she was just one remembrancer out of many. It was impossible that he would give her a second thought, much less consider her as a potential romantic partner.

Still, those feelings wormed their way to the surface, threatening to spill out. An outlet. A release. Anything. It was only a moment. A whimsical flight of fancy. She felt bold in the solitude of her studio this late at night — and it resulted in Helena’s greatest embarrassment. She leaned toward the statue, her eyes fluttered shut as she pressed her lips against the stone. For just a moment, she imagined the cold and unyielding marble was alive and warm.

“What are you doing?”

Helena’s eyes shot open. She spun around, and her heart stopped. Her eyes widened in terror. And there, standing in the doorway, was Perturabo, staring at her with a hard and unreadable expression.

“My lord! I-I was just…” she stammered. Her mind raced to come up with an explanation for her actions and found none. He had caught her in the act and no excuse could save her now.

Perturabo entered the room, his dominating presence filling the studio. Helena instinctively took a step back to put distance between them. Her breath quickened, sharp and shallow. His boots echoed against the floor as he came closer. And closer. Thud. Thud. She couldn’t meet his gaze. Instead, her eyes remained fixed on the floor, her face burning from shame. Perturabo’s imposing figure cast a long shadow over her, and Helena struggled to breathe under its weight.

“You were what?” He looked sharply between the bust of himself and the cowering remembrancer. “Answer me,” he demanded, his tone low and controlled.

“I-I meant no offense, my lord,” Helena confessed softly. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, though her heart raced and pounded in her ears. “I’ve always admired you and I forgot myself in the moment…”

Perturabo studied her in silence.

Sleep had eluded him for nights, his mind burdened by the calculations and meticulous planning for seemingly endless campaigns. Every detail had to be flawless, every strategy brutal in its efficiency. The burden bore down on him, and his temples throbbed. He took to roaming the halls of the fortress in his restlessness. Rumors had drawn him to the remembrancers’ studios, where one was reportedly working on a bust of him.

He had not expected to find it occupied at this hour, much less be witness to such an intimate and confusing scene. The sight of Helena kissing the statue stirred a confusing mix of emotions within him, feelings he often ignored. Still, he hesitated. Her emotions were raw and on full display.

After a moment, he spoke. “Your work is adequate.”

Helena gasped. She had braced for a harsh reprimand, or worse, a punishment for the audacity of her actions. Instead, she received praise.

“T-Thank you, my lord,” she managed to stammer out. If anyone else had said it, it would’ve been an insult, but it was high praise coming from Perturabo. A very rare acknowledgment of skill that few seldom received.

“Your dedication is commendable,” he continued, his tone unusually gentle, “but do not neglect the need for rest, Exhaustion hinders and diminishes the quality of work.” He paused, mulling over what else to say, then added, “Do not let this happen again.”

Helena nodded quickly, relief flooding through her. “Yes, my lord!”

With a final, lingering look at the bust, Perturabo turned and left the studio.

Helena collapsed to the ground, her legs giving out from underneath her. Emotions surged through her — relief, shock, and the strange thrill of excitement. A nervous, almost hysterical giggle escaped her. Not only had Perturabo acknowledged her work, he had let her off without so much as a word about the kiss. The entire encounter felt like a dream she’d soon wake from.

She remained on the floor, her heart gradually returning to normal, and her breath steadied. How fortunate, she may just keep her job and her life.

[suzyandthefox]

Ladybug

I wrote this uninspired and it somehow became my longest vore fic ever

This was out of my comfort zone, I was inspired by @imafayliure 's post

Content warnings: Gore (not too much) ,animal death, Vore (duh), general angst and misunderstanding (they end on a good note), an insult in Spanish.

Soft,safe, quarter size(?) m/m vore, unwilling prey and not very sober pred.

Taglist: @pineappleparfaitie @opikarts (interact if you want to be added, Ask if you want to be removed)

Word count: 3,500

Lumen hated going outside, especially since he and his brother moved to this cabin, which was built next to a large pond.

It was humid, it was wet, it was full of pesky creatures that weren't edible -like mosquitoes-, and the constant noises of wildlife was driving him crazy.

Yes,there was fish to hunt, and other crustaceans, but he needed something that had blood in it.

Being a vampire borrower is a complicated state of life.

One night, he was dizzy with hunger, he had to find something to eat, something alive and pulsing and filled with blood…

His gray eyes fell on something small,round, and red. It hid in the tall grass that surrounded the pond, the bright red color would be a warning for predators to not come near.

Not for Lumen, it compelled him to get closer.

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Bunyan curled around himself in fear as he tried to control his sobs, he shouldn't have come here at all,he shouldn't have!

Already being at the miniscule height of one inch tall was horrifying, even his wings and their bright red color didn't stop every creature out there from trying to eat him.

And there it was, another one of them, it was big and skinny and… human shaped? But also not a human?

Bunyan was filled with both curiosity and fear, he stood up in a defensive stance, flashing his red wings once again.

“Stay back! Or… or I will give you a bad time!!”

Instead, the being only got closer, its silhouette now illuminated under the moonlight.

It was slender,tall,draped in dark rags and wrapped it's face in old white cloths, and it reminded him of a… Raven.

It had caused him even more fear, this strange creature was a predator wearing the skin of a friend, it looked humanoid but it was far from that.

“Now now, little one, easy there, no need to be spicy.” Then it spoke, Bunyan shivered, its voice was rough and deep… 

And human? There was something nice about it, it sounded sincere even.

“F…Fine! But I remind you that I'm NOT edible!” Still in his defensive stance, Bunyan warned.

“Indeed you aren't, you're too spicy!” The being joked half heartedly, it sounded tired as well.

“Who are you? What are you?” Bunyan tilted his head as he lowered his guard, his wings stopped fluttering and returned to their place on his back.

“Lumen, you can call me Lumen…”

“And… Honestly I don't know, I used to be a borrower, but now I'm unsure.”

“But what about you? You're awfully way too small to be a borrower, what are you?”

Lumen walked closer to the tiny ladybug boy, almost wholly engulfing him in his shadow.

Even as they're both small beings in this big world, the sheer size difference between him and the boy was still shocking.

He could easily pick up the boy with both of his hands, just like how a human would pick up a cat, after all,the kid was the size of a newborn baby.

“I'm a borrower… at least I think I am, I never saw much outside my colony.”

“First time alone?” Lumen knelt on one knee to lessen the height difference between them.

“Yes actually, I'm supposed to look for a place to stay, so I can live on my own this winter.” The boy still maintained his distance between him and the larger, much more intimidating borrower.

“Live on your own_there’s no way you're an adult.” The vampire borrower murmured, a look of great concern drawn on his eyes, even as his face wasn't visible underneath the cloth.

Maybe it was just his fatherly instincts, but he was unable to perceive the ladybug kid as anything other than, well, a kid.

“I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Bunyan!” The boy gingerly extended his hand to handshake, now that he was partially sure that the man was a fellow borrower.

Bunyan, even his name is adorable.

Lumen was starting to believe he stumbled upon a character from a children's book and not a real person , let alone a full grown adult.

The beast crept up on him and kept whispering in his ears, he was getting hungrier by the moment and he was barely keeping himself in check.

He was starving,he was yearning for the taste of fresh,hot blood going down his throat, but the only living Infront of him was…

No,NO, he shook his head and tried to get rid of the idea, this is a friend,a friend.

“Are you okay?” Bunyan asked with confusion.

“I'm alright kid, just… Hungry.”

Bunyan instinctively took a step back, he still didn't like how the bigger borrower looked like a carnivorous animal.

Yes he hunts and eats aphids for a living, but it wasn't the same, the bigger borrower had sharp fangs, it was as if he eats people alive.

Before Bunyan could talk, a loud noise of something slimy and big hit the ground.

A dreaded noise echoed in the air around them.

Croak

A toad, it was a toad.

Instinctively, Lumen grabbed the tiny boy and picked him up, and bolted out of the scene to the tall grass again before the sudden attack of the tongue has touched them.

It was bigger and stouter than most toads both of them had seen.

For Lumen, he could fight that thing with his bare hands and win, the amphibian wouldn't be interested in him due to his big size after all.

But it was poor Bunyan who would be devoured as soon as that toad looks at him.

He whimpered at the thought of being eaten, shaking heavily, oh how glad he was that there was a bigger borrower right here that can protect him.

He found himself tugging at Lumen's shirt, his breaths bated and shallow, his small body wouldn't stop shaking.

Lumen noticed the thin sheen of a foul smelling liquid on the boy’s arms and legs, wetting his clothes.

His sense of smell wasn't working the way it should work due to him being unable to breathe, so it wasn't the smell that disturbed him.

Still he found it… weird, he preferred not to comment on the matter.

“It's a defense mechanism,I swear! O-our bodies secrete a liquid from our joints so that when a predator smells us, they will leave us alone.” The boy blushed and squirmed as he tried to explain.

Well , that makes it better, but the sensation wasn't the best

regardless.

He could still hear the croaks nearby, as if the toad was still determining where they are, and as he got more stressed, he wrapped his black coat around both himself and Bunyan, as if to hide the boy within him.

“You could do exactly that” his inner beast whispered to him, again he shook his head in refusal.

“Think about it, the boy is very small, and you, you're bigger, you're easily capable of hiding him… In you.”

“If anything has to eat the boy, it should be you.”

“Just for a while, just a few, harmless minutes, to satiate us both.”

But isn't he too… big? Lumen peeked once at the boy in his arms and his heart shattered into millions of pieces.

Big, frightful, wide eyes looked at him, practically begging him to protect the boy. He was so small, that the task was easier and harder at the same time.

Physically he can go with it, out of his comfort zone but he can go with it.

Emotionally however? He will never fully recover from it and neither will the boy.

He wanted to think about this again but the loud noise of the toad landing In front of them, and the beast coiling around his throat like a vile snake, he let go of all his humanity at that moment.

“I apologize so much for this, but it's for your own good,” was the last thing he said before he had let himself break loose.

Bunyan, at first, was very confused at Lumen's words.

But it was when the larger borrower opened his maw and a series of sharp, large fangs glinted underneath the moonlight that the boy’s heart dropped.

This isn't happening, this isn't happening, he surely hoped with every molecule of his body that what he thought was happening wasn't happening.

But it was when his head was stuck into the jaws, his antennas brushing with the back of the throat, that he knew that the nightmare was real.

For Lumen, perhaps it was the beast’s control, perhaps it was his hunger, or perhaps it was even an ability he knew nothing about,but he found the task of swallowing the smaller borrower whole frighteningly easy.

It was second nature even, his throat accommodated the size, then he found himself taking a hefty gulp, his body eagerly accepting of the large meal.

Still it was different, it was strange, it was something he hadn't done before, combined with the stressful atmosphere and the time they had, it was a quick but very messy process.

He was grateful that he wasn't breathing at that moment and that he didn't need to, he would’ve absolutely choked if he did.

It was strange how he was still able to gobble up the kid despite his current state not accepting anything besides blood, but then again, the boy did have blood in him, and something about that truly satiated the beast, it was still appealing to the vampire side of him.

A second swallow, and despite the squirms, the sobs, and the absolutely foul,bitter taste that filled his mouth he continued, pushing the tiny legs into his mouth with his hand.

Finally he got to a point where he no longer needed to shove the ladybug down, and he could let gravity do the rest of the work.

Bunyan's sobs and begs echoed through him and reached his ears, muffled by his undead flesh, but at that moment he couldn't hear them, the frenzy far too strong.

Rippling muscles and hungry organs hugged the boy and pulled him deeper into the belly of the beast, soon Bunyan, who already gave up all hope, would be welcomed by the stomach.

Lumen felt a distinct weight fill him and push against his clothes, he put his hand on the small lump that formed, and he pushed it into himself, as if trying to hide the boy deeper inside his guts.

And it was also a hug, a strange, awkward hug.

Something about this whole ordeal made the beast rumble in excitement, this was good, this was right, to have live, squirming prey inside his belly.

Even if he physically couldn't digest it, it was far better and far more satisfying than eating regular food, it was no different from having the greatest thanksgiving feast and eating until you can't eat anymore.

But unfortunately he couldn't enjoy this for too long, the human part in him was tearing itself apart from guilt, and there's another predator right there that looked completely pissed at the fact it's snack was stolen.

The weight in his stomach disoriented him, and while his frenzied state was an excellent hunter, he was still worried about harming the boy.

He stood up and stared into the toad's eyes, who squinted at him and narrowed its eyes as well.

“You wanted that snack, Aye?”

“Well he's mine now… Pinche Pendejo” He said as he put a possessive hand over his stomach.

As if the toad understood the insult, it launched its tongue at Lumen, determined to make the large borrower its snack.

But instead of hopping away,the vampire borrower took it as a chance, as soon as the slimy tongue pulled him close, he swiftly stuck his claws deep into the thick skin of the toad’s sides, and toppled it on its back, wrestling with it.

He pinned the creature to the ground, exposing it's soft underbelly, it was almost impossible to keep a good grip on the slimy creature, but all it took was one quick swipe from his claws to gore the toad and tear it's stomach open, finally killing it.

As soon as the deed was done, he felt the beast release him from his current state, satisfied with the violence it caused.

And the only thing left was the terrible, terrible guilt and regret, as he was able to hear the faint,weak sobs the poor boy made.

They were inaudible now, and Lumen was unsure if he was asleep or waiting for his death.

He was going to let him out of course, but he took a moment to… Understand what is exactly happening.

He was a cold,undead being, with no warmth of his own and no pulse.

But inside his stomach was a living person, with a fluttering pulse and warmth that radiated from him and seeped into Lumen's own bones and body.

He rubbed at his full stomach, feeling the dread that will come from having to explain his intentions to the poor thing.

He couldn't keep him for longer, even if he wanted to, and this whole thing has made him ask himself, was the act of swallowing Bunyan whole the right choice?

He thought, and realized that no, it wasn't.

It would have been easier if he just asked Bunyan to hide in the grass or behind a rock, and even if Bunyan got swallowed by the toad he could’ve gutted it just like he did now.

He realized that he was protecting Bunyan from himself, rather than the toad, the choice he made at that moment wasn't his own choice.

And so he decided to not let the torture go on any longer and let the ladybug boy out to the world again.

It was a tedious process, having to work his body in reverse,the muscles of his stomach kneading around his poor prisoner, and working him upwards, the small lump in his abdomen gradually shrunk as the weight inside it was lifted to his esophagus instead.

Then into his hands the boy was released, wet and covered in saliva and other fluids he had no idea what they were.

He didn't have a great understanding of anatomy, not even his own.

The look that the boy had on him was nothing short of seething hatred, and it was understandable, it was truly understandable.

“Are you alrig_”

“Why?” Bunyan's voice was quiet, tired, but it still burned.

The vampire stayed quiet, every single explanation and excuse he thought of… They were all selfish, none of them were actually in Bunyan's favor.

The wet ladybug boy looked next to him to see a mauled toad, its guts spilling on the ground.

“So it was true, you're really a monster pretending to be a borrower.” He quietly commented.

It was that moment where it finally sank in Lumen’s mind that Bunyan was an adult, a child wouldn't hate him that much, it would be afraid, but not vengeful.

He, again, tried to think of anything to say.

“I was trying to help,” was all he was able to get out.

“You're no better than that toad… But at least a toad is upfront about what it wants! Not attempting to be my friend, only to decide to eat me later!”

Bunyan had nothing but his words, he couldn't do anything, his weakness against the vampire that swallowed him whole with ease was a horrible thing, even right now, when the vampire has let him out, he wouldn't put him on the ground.

He tried to stay strong, but the nightmare that was being eaten alive broke his wavering courage, he didn't want to cry again.

“Bunyan… I'm sorry, I swear, I wasn't going to hurt you, you were going to be safe,” his name came out like a crude mockery of a friendship from the vampire’s mouth.

“Sure! Keeping me safe by eating me alive!”

“Please just… Stop, put me down.” The attempts at consolation were almost just as bad as the experience of being eaten.

And he was put down on the dewy grass, shivering slightly as the breeze hit him.

“I was going to tell the colony about you, they would've known how to deal with something like… you,” 

“But I don't want anyone I care about to go through what I went through, so consider yourself lucky.”

Lumen noticed the lack of usage of his name, it meant that whatever frail bond they created was severed forever.

Bunyan flapped his wings, and they didn't work, they were incapacitated by the saliva.

He sat down on the ground, barely holding back tears, and that's when something like a large blanket wrapped him, drying him up.

He looked upwards to find that the vampire, who had just eaten him alive, had wrapped him in his coat, but he was nowhere to be seen.

And so was the mauled toad.

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It's been a few minutes, Bunyan fell asleep and woke up several times.

A realization hit him, he missed being in that borrower’s stomach.

It was soft, so very soft, and it was gently hugging him through the whole fight. It wasn't the warmest, but that's good, he preferred the lukewarmness.

No! This isn't rational! He shouldn't be missing it! He was eaten alive!

But maybe the larger borrower was sincere about his intentions, and it's not like he was digested, he was just sleepy.

Hypothetically, if he knew it was safe, he would've asked to stay for the rest of the night, he was very tired,and scared.

He jolted as he felt a large hand on his shoulder.

“Better now?” It was the larger borrower’s voice.

“I thought you were gone?” He asked.

Lumen shook his head

“I thought you wanted some time by yourself, especially after… everything.”

“Thank you...I have come to terms with it.” It was very considerate on the other borrower’s part,he had to admit it, even if he very much still didn't come to terms with it.

“You never explained how it was safe for me to be there.”

“Right…”

There was a moment of silence, before Lumen began slowly and patiently explaining:

“Like I told you earlier, I was a borrower before.” He flinched as he remembered.

“But then I died.”

Died? 

“Some monster killed me, but it didn't just leave me to die, it fed me its foul blood and told me that I belong to it.”

“That… was two centuries ago.”

Centuries?! Bunyan was shocked, the longest anyone of his colony lived was three years, and he didn't even have his first birthday yet!

The concept was far too much to grasp for the boy, the fact that this borrower lived in the same time as his ancient ancestors was headache inducing.

“Anyway, since I am technically dead, that means I can “live” without breathing or eating, but I have to occasionally drink blood instead.”

“Like a mosquito?”

“Kinda, what I'm trying to get at is, my organs are vestigial, useless, you could take my brain away and I would still go on with my undeath.”

“By extension, my stomach is useless for its purpose, it can't digest anything, so I instead store the important things in it if I can.”

He put a hand on Bunyan's head and gently patted him.

“Today I learned that I can store the important people too.”

Bunyan's pale cheeks flushed a bright red, but he just tried to ignore it.

“I'm sorry for all the rude things I said earlier… You aren't a monster, you're just… different.”

“Don't be,I shouldn't have done it in the first place, you were rightfully angry at me, I know I would be pissed too if some big lug snatched me off the ground and gobbled me up without a good warning.”

They shared a dry laugh, and Bunyan tried to flap his wings again, they were drier now, thanks to the large coat he was huddling himself in.

“Look at you, swaddled in my coat like a baby, I almost want to eat you up again.” 

Bunyan didn't find it as funny, he furrowed his eyebrows.

He took a look at the undead borrower, without his coat, his skeletal frame was apparent,his shirt was hanging on his body rather than being on it, and for a moment he wondered how in the world did this skinny frame wholly contain him with ease.

“It was very scary, you know.”

“But it was also… nice, and now that I think about it, you did try to tell me it was alright.”

“So… Thank you again, for everything,” The boy smiled “I'm glad to meet you, Lumen.”

“I'm glad to meet you as well, I will be sure to visit during winter.”

With that, Bunyan handed the large , now wet coat to it's owner, and got up to stretch all four of his arms.

“Stay safe, Boy!” Lumen waved goodbye to Bunyan.

“You too!” The boy waved back.

Both went their separate ways, even as Lumen felt a desperate need to follow the kid until he was safe.

He had so much to tell his brother that night.

[j0kers-light]

His Angel: Just a Feeling (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Just a Feeling

series summary:

Y/n is secretly a guardian angel with a home base in Gotham City. All of your previous assignments have passed on peacefully and you fail to take on another; much to your counsel's growing concern. You spend your days blending in with the citizens of Gotham until an unexpected encounter throws your entire existence upside down.

chapter summary:

Thrown into an unexpected assignment, Y/n copes with the realization that her charge is not who she initially signed up for. Driven by foreign emotions, Y/n must fulfill her duties or face the consequences.

author's note:

I need some more angel!reader in my life so here we are! Fun fact, Lumen by Jada is the song that Y/n hears when she realizes that Joker is her new assignment. I love how my brain works. 🤍✨

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The tension in the bank was palpable and for once, you were a victim, caught up in the madness. 

You expected the humans in the room to evaporate or combust into goo, but a quick self reflection confirmed that the fundamentals of your glamor remained intact. You wouldn’t need to summon Amenadiel after all. Which meant the crowd was more shocked by your random appearance than seeing an angel with their natural eye.  

A shame that was the least of your concerns.  

Pain. You hadn’t felt it in ages; however, the dulling ache was nothing compared to the warmth of this stranger’s touch. You could feel the heat seeping from his gloves permeating your skin. It made you feel... alive. Desired. Emboldened.  

A deadly cocktail in your opinion and especially towards a human. 

Despite your better judgement, your e/c eyes fell closed, and you leaned into his hold. Nothing was making any sense, but you relished in the brief moment of peace.  

That is, until the strange man opened his mouth.  

"Did it hurt?"  

Three words was all it took to yank you back into reality— or perhaps it was the intriguing sight of his pupils dilating as they bore into your soul that helped steer you back.  

What could he see? Did he learn your identity just by looking into your eyes?  

You didn’t want to believe this mortal could detect your angelic prowess even with your glamor at its current low levels. Nothing about you screamed, ‘ I’m an angel.’ Were your eyes glowing by any chance?  

Surely it was a coincidence and you feigned ignorance to avoid further suspicion. "What?" You gasped. 

Joker hated repeating himself, yet he didn’t mind if it was for you. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite place.  

To Joker, life was a meaningless thing that he navigated without a care of the conclusion, until an electric charge made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He felt an odd sensation— like he was being watched— and glanced across the room where he felt the pull.  

There was nothing there but thin air, yet Joker swore he felt a presence, observing him. He guessed that today was the day he finally lost his mind or rather what was left of it.  

It wasn’t like The Joker to become distracted during a fight and Batman was not going to let the rare opportunity go to waste. He delivered a crucial blow hoping to would take Joker out. It hardly phased the clown who laughed off the pain.  

However, Joker did feel something; it was strangely familiar yet undeniably foreign that overwhelmed him all at once. He wasn’t imagining things. The best way to describe it was like a phone on ten percent being connected to a charger. There was no denying it now, something happened, he just didn’t know what.   

A sharp gasp drew everyone’s attention away from the fight and Joker swore he saw an angel when he locked eyes with you. 

Just how could Joker overlook someone like you?  

You. Doubled over, wheezing in pain, but looking as radiant as ever. Ignore the fact you appeared literally out of nowhere, Joker had to know who you were. You captured his interest without even trying and kept it firmly within your grip. Life became a lot more meaningful now that you were in the picture. 

Your fleeting gaze towards Batman stirred up jealousy in Joker’s heart so he dug his nails further into your jaw to steal your attention away. "I saiddd.. did it hurt... when you, ahh, fell from heaven?" He asked. 

Oh. So you did hear him correctly.  

Somehow this mortal saw through your glamor and deduced your existence. That would not do at all. You weighed the options available to handle this oversight. You could wipe this man out of existence, or you could deny deny deny.  

It had been decades since you harmed a human and you didn’t want to go through the unnecessary paperwork and protocols that would follow if you did so. It was best practice to talk your way out of the situation.  

Or take a page out of Ario’s textbook and charm your way out. “Are you implying I’m a fallen angel like Lucifer?” you batted your lashes and watched the man falter with a response.  

“Well. I.. uhh—” 

“Let her go Joker.” You frowned at your charge for butting his way into the conversation. You were beginning to dislike the bat more and more.  

Batman had finally come to and wanted control back over the situation. How he managed to be taken seriously in that ridiculous suit was a miracle, but you had to thank him for his service. He put a name to this odd looking man who piqued your interest.  

Joker.  

You could see the irony in the name. His ghastly makeup reminded you of 15th century court jesters. Long ago, you were a guardian angel to one that served the infamous Tudor King. Both men were fools in name and practice.  

The present-day clown holding you hostage had yet to prove if he was one as well.  

Nothing about robbing a bank in the middle of the night seemed like a joke to you. To each their own you assumed. Humans were an unusual lot.  

Batman and the Joker threw insults and witty comments back and forth and you wisely tuned out their conversation. They acted more like old friends than mortal enemies. Typical male behavior.  

What drew your attention away was the red paint this Joker fellow wore. It accentuated the gruesome scars etched in his skin. You didn’t care if was rude, you had the urge to touch them. Your finger brushed against his scarred check, and you knew you messed up the moment Joker stopped talking.  

Joker visibly shivered and directed all his attention on you.  

Nothing else mattered inside the bank. Not the terrified civilians, not the gravelly voice of Batman demanding Joker to surrender, and definitely not the sound of approaching sirens.  

All that mattered was the bubble you and Joker created. That nagging feeling from earlier returned tenfold the second your finger grazed his skin. He thought he was being electrocuted; it was so intense, and you were inclined to agree.  

Just who were you? You must’ve been new to Gotham or simply dumb enough to chance death; no one dared to touch him, let alone his scars.  

Joker couldn’t help but make an example out of you.  

He grabbed your fingers in his strong grip and squeezed. All you did was blink owlishly at him. “Do ya like em? The scars?” Joker craned his neck so you could see them better. “C’mere, we can match.” 

Everything else that followed, happened simultaneously.  

You watched Joker raise his army knife up to your cheek right as a swarm of people entering the room caught your eye. The police had arrived guns in hand, and one of the officers had a clear shot of the Joker and pulled his trigger to fire, all without a second thought.  

You knew for the humans involved it had only been a few seconds that passed, but you watched all of this unfold naturally. 

You knew without intervention the bullet would hit you and The Joker. It would barely leave a scratch on you but the wound would be fatal for him.  

Batman would be too slow to stop the trajectory with his feeble Batarang. You didn’t care what happened to the clown, that is until your duty hit you with full force. Your wings bristled with the need to expand. 

Your charge was in danger. Protect! You had to protect!!  

It didn’t make any sense. Ario informed you that the Batman was your potential charge. He was not in any danger— yet you felt the guardian connection (at last), lock into place. Just on the wrong person.  

Impossible. Fate had never made a mistake, yet there was no denying it. You were now bound to this unpredictable clown.  

You stared at The Joker in a newfound light as your vows to protect him transcended through the bond.  

How were you supposed to protect this man’s life when he cared so little for it? In all your years, never have you met anyone like him. Even now with the guardian link complete, you couldn’t feel anything from his side. Joker did not fear death. He sensed the danger, but he did nothing to prevent it.  

He was a walking contradiction to your purpose.  

You were a guardian angel, a protector of life, now bound to a suicidal maniac.  

You had a brief notion to do nothing and let him to die. That would serve a better example than coddling him. You doubted this human would be missed and you would be free to move onto avoiding your next assignment, but as quickly as that thought appeared in your mind, you banished it away. 

You were The Great Y/n. You did not make mistakes. You could not fail another charge. This was your duty. This was your purpose.  

Somehow, you would make the best of this situation, starting with preventing Joker’s demise. And just like that, time caught up with the present and you moved faster than the scale of lumen to protect your charge.  

Batman heard the GCPD approaching and shouted at them to hold their fire, but it was too late. The civilian hostages screamed when they heard the gunshots ring out and chose to duck for cover. Bats quick fired a Batarang to try and stop the bullets or at least intercept it from its intended target, but it was an unnecessary effort.  

The Joker was gone.  

Jim Gordon and his police officers stopped in their tracks at the Houdini act. “What the...” Gordon said aloud.  

Even Batman and his detective like mind could not understand what had happened.  

Where Joker was previously standing, was a single black feather gently floating in the air where it vanished upon contact with the ground.  

Joker had seen some bizarre things in his life however today proved to be the icing on the cake.  

He could’ve sworn he was robbing Gotham City’s Regional Bank with a small group of his goons tonight. Everything was going smoothly until Batman just had to intervene but after that, things became too blurry to recall. 

Joker thought he met someone, which sounded insane by itself, but he couldn’t get the image of a beautiful woman out of his head. She was stunning, albeit aloof in demeanor, and her eyes were truly unforgettable. He never seen e/c glow the way hers did.  

Was it all a dream, he wasn’t so sure. It wouldn’t be the first time that his sick mind made something up to push the narrative. It would not be the last time either.  

Joker groaned as he woke up further. He didn’t know where he was but that didn’t matter. As long as he was still in Gotham, he could work with that.  

A glass of water was sitting on a nearby table and Joker downed the entire cup before throwing it against the wall. The sound of broken glass was a small reprieve to his troubled mind. He needed answers. He hated being in the dark.  

Joker was prone to forgetting things—with a broken mind like his it was bound to happen, but he distinctly remembered robbing a bank one moment and the next he woke up in some stranger’s room.  

He got up and looked around searching for clues as to how he got there.  

The apartment was decent enough yet it was sparsely decorated, giving it an empty feeling. It didn’t feel like a home, just a place to occupy when the need arose. It provided nothing but more questions and quite frankly, Joker had enough of the guessing game.  

He patted his pockets hoping that his burner phone was still on him. Thankfully it was and he wasted no time dialing a number by heart. It rang until someone answered.  

Joker didn’t let the person speak. “Track my location and come with answers on how I got here.” He hung up after barking his orders into the phone.  

He roamed the apartment looking for personal effects, mementoes, trash— anything that would give him insight on the person who owned the place but there was nothing .  

For all intense purposes, the place could be a stage home for rent. Joker was getting a headache when his search was unsuccessful, so he found himself back in the bedroom—the only place that looked somewhat lived in.  

He fell backwards on the disheveled bed and sighed up at the ceiling. Just what was going on? Nothing was making sense and why did it seem like he was missing something, or rather someone in his state of confusion.  

You hadn’t worked this hard as a guardian since you were entrusted to a politician.  

By the time you dumped an unconscious clown onto your bed, you had to double back to the active crime scene and distort the memories of all the humans involved. All eighty seven of them.  

Each human had to have alternate memories of the night that excluded you being in the bank while erasing you saving Joker’s life. It wasn’t easy yet tis the duty of a guardian angel. The hardest mind to alter was Batman’s.  

He was convinced of what he thought he saw.  

He threw a Batarang towards his arch nemesis (was he holding a hostage?), who simply vanished into thin air. The police officer who fired his gun had the spotty memory of someone in Joker’s arms too, although he wasn’t quite sure. It didn’t sound believable, so he dismissed the idea early on without your influence. 

He only remembered catching sight of The Joker upon entering the room and firing two shots. Neither bullet hit their target, and no impact holes were found.  

The security cameras were disabled before Joker and his men broke in so that was a dead end for investigators.  

Everyone had the same million-dollar question. How did The Joker escape? 

Batman was convinced that Joker was holding someone but every time he strained his mind to describe them, a migraine thwarted his attempts. Something wasn’t right here. There were just too many pieces of the picture missing to make a definitive report. Batman had to know how Joker escaped so it couldn’t happen again.  

You rolled your eyes and added an extra sedative to Batman’s mind to make sure it remained blocked towards any evidence of the truth. You couldn’t allow anyone to know that guardian angels existed.  

People could believe all they want— having tangible proof of the divine was where things crossed the line.  

It wasn’t your role to decide the logistics behind the rule. You would leave that burden to your more delegated angels. Your job as a guardian was done and you prepared to return to your charge when a searing pain in your shoulder made you falter. 

You were still adjusting to feeling things again. 

You tried pulling out whatever causing the pain but you quickly realized that whatever it was, it was lodged in your wings, right out of your reach. You would have to extend them to remove the foreign object. 

Great. That meant a trip in the clouds.  

You were already exhausted from cleaning up Joker’s escape act, but the pain just would not pass.  

“What I’d do to not feel once more.” you muttered to yourself.  

In a flash you were airborne, high above Gotham City and the Earth’s atmosphere, as far as the human mind could comprehend. It was far enough to safely spread your wings in all of their glory.  

It had been too long since you flew around so freely. Living amongst humans really did a number on you. You adapted so well that some mannerisms became second nature.  

You took the subway, you adopted a Gotham accent, you paid bills; never did you forget your origin. It was hard not to during times like this.  

Up in the clouds with the moon as your spotlight, you could stretch out your angel wings and bask in the joy of flight. Blending in with the humans could never take away your divinity no matter how much you tried to denounce it.  

The objects wedged itself out of your obsidian feathers and you twisted midair to catch them before they plummeted to the earth below.  

“Humans and their primitive weapons.” Two bullets rolled around in your palm along with some kind of metal bat symbol. This must’ve been the infamous, Batarang.  

Day one of your assignment and you already took a bullet for your charge and whatever this silly thing was. What would the rest of your servitude look like in comparison? You flicked the batarang in between your fingers, lost in thought.  

You felt jilted about being assigned to Joker and not the Batman.  

Nowhere on the assignment scroll hinted at a possible mix up and you hated being misinformed. Being the Joker’s guardian angel vastly changed things.  

You had the mindset that Batman would hardly require your protection and you were already determined to have an easy job until his death but with the Joker, that would not be the case.  

Already you were put to work, and it seemed it would be a busy assignment until death earned him. You weren’t frustrated at Joker—he would remain clueless about your role in his life. No, you were upset with Ario for deceiving you. 

It wasn’t like him to get caught up in these types of scandals and you flipped on your back to gaze up in the direction of home.  

The batarang pricked your thumb as you mulled over how upset you were. A ghost of a smile haunted your face once you reached a decision. You would pay Ario another visit. He would be delighted to see you again.   

Ario was entertaining a few angels in a communal garden when something shiny came flying at his face. He batted it away with his hand, but the fact remained. Just who would dare attack him on holy grounds? 

Ario soon received his answer when a dark shadow fell over the garden.  

There was only a handful of angels with jet-black wings, and he knew yours better than most. He thought you would still be on Earth observing your potential new charge and his heart grew tight, thinking that something had gone amiss.  

None of that mattered. You skipped pleasantries and slammed Ario’s face into a column, allowing spider cracks to form in the once pristine stone. Shocked gasps rang out as spectators looked on in horror.  

“Did you think I wouldn’t unearth your misdeeds? My, I thought you smarter.” You hissed into his ear.  

In Ario’s defense, he was caught off guard in more ways than one. For starters, your anger was a new concept for him. In all the years as your friend, you never let emotions control in such a way. “Whatever are you referring to, Y/n?”  

You clued him in, “Hard of hearing and scatter minded. You are becoming ancient Ario. You sent me on a botched mission. Where you aware of the deception it entailed?” 

“D-Deception? My dear Y/n I would—!” His words were cut off as you shoved his face further into the stone pillar. You did not want to hear him grovel. 

Your e/c eyes cut to an angel who tried to interfere with your conversation. You raised an eyebrow at their defiance. Surely she knew you would win any fight she dared to pick. She came to that conclusion rather quickly and backed off.  

These new angels were too pretentious for their own good. You turned your attention back to your friend who struggled to speak.  

“I mean it, Y/n, I know not of which you speak!” He pleaded. You sighed and let him go. You were drawing quite the audience, and you never were one for large crowds.  

Ario had the decency to brush off his clothes, acting as though he wasn’t fighting for his life moments prior. His milky white eyes glared at the throng of angels who were watching, and his flawless skin bloomed bright crimson.  

He grabbed your hand and yanked you away from prying eyes. Once he found a corner with enough privacy, he let you hear his mind. “Thanks for making a fool of me.” Ario huffed.  

Your eyes fell to Ario’s hold of you. You could feel again, but it lacked the intensity and warmth displayed like when the Joker did it. You let that odd observation fade away. 

“You have no one to thank but yourself and don’t touch me, I am still wroth with you.” 

“Why, what have I done?” Ario looked into your eyes, trying to find reason. “I am at a loss. You connected with the human bat did you not?”  

He sensed a guardian bond coming off of you. What was botched then about your mission? Ario was glad that you accepted the assignment since he and the counsel began to worry. 

It wasn’t normal for a guardian to go so long without a charge, and you were well past overdue. 

This was cause for a celebration, yet you did not look happy. In fact, he saw a storm brewing deep within your striking e/c eyes. It was beautiful yet deadly to witness and it made him weary. “What really happened, Y/n?”  

You rolled those deadly eyes of yours, “You truly are deaf. I followed your instruction and went to observe the mortal, only to be linked to another! How could that be, unless you sent me in vain, knowing the truth.” 

You backed Ario into a wall and your wings blocked any means of escape. He knew when to cut his losses.  

Ario held his hands up, surrendering. “I speaketh the truth. The counsel asked of me to pass along the assignment. I had no clue of any discrepancy.”  

You heard the truth laced with Ario’s word and backed off.  

He ruled himself out, but you still had to find the culprit behind this confusion. It would take some time and an audience with the counsel (something you did not look forward to) to solve.  

And all of this after you swore to remain in the shadows and live out your days in relative peace. This Joker would be your undoing. You already had the feeling.  

But back to the matter at hand. Ario’s charming aura was giving you a headache and he knew it given that a sly grin bloomed across his face. You hated when he did that.  

“Old habits my friend. Forgive me.” He cooed. He was going to sweet talk you further, until he saw your eyes glow. “Surely, this human can’t be in danger again?” He asked.  

Unfortunately so. You barely left him alone for a few hours and trouble had once again found him. You blinked out of your premonition and extended your wings to take flight.  

You were shaking your head in annoyance all the way to the garden’s balcony. “I must go.” You sighed to yourself. 

Spectators looked on as you climbed the edge and dove head first into the sea of clouds below.  

[furbymother]

Lumen Visited “The Real Unreal”

[eternal-moss]

I’m like. *this close* to writing Genshin fan fiction in Latin, not even joking. I’d probably stick to Mondstadt characters bc Latin conjugation would not be very compatible with Liyue/Inazuma/Sumeru character names. Maybe some Fontaine characters as well, but I’m less interested in most of them.

Some Mondstadt characters are pretty compatible, examples like ‘albedo’ which already exists in the nominative singular (nice!) but grammatically female (I can just make him grammatically masculine. Or change it to neuter or leave it haha. So many options).

‘Kaeya’ is not derived from Romance languages, I can’t find concrete information but I think it’s from Sanskrit or one of the derived languages (let me know if that’s wrong!) either way, very much not derived from Latin, but I could probably make it decline like ‘nauta’ and keep it grammatically masculine.

Names like Lumine are funny because ‘lumine’ does exist in Latin, but isn’t in the nominative singular (which is lumen, and a neuter noun also). I could make it decline like ‘Penelope’ maybe, and keep it neuter to honour the non binary coding of the travellers.

Klee is a German word, and I don’t know much about German conjugation but I think it just goes klee, klee, klee, klees, klees, klees, klees, klee. So I would need to give it a Latin declension of some kind to make a sentence with her name make sense. I could make it so that it declines like Penelope too, but then I don’t know if I’d keep both ees. Maybe just keep it like Klee, Kleen, Klees, Kleae (???) either way it sounds really clunky lmao.

‘Aether’ thank god is nominative singular already. Hehe what if I make it grammatically neuter though…. >:]

Diona, Eula, Babara, Lisa, Mona, Rosaria should be easy, just keeping them as first declension feminine.

Noelle and Sucrose shouldn’t sound too clunky with the Penelope treatment.

Mika can get the Kaeya/nauta treatment.

Everyone else with a final consonant can be 3rd declension m/f (eg Razor, Razorem, Razoris, Razori, Razore).

AND THEN VENTI. I don’t know what to do with him?? Venti is the gen singular or nom/voc plural of ventus. And there is no nominative singular ending in all of Latin or Greek (my Greek knowledge is bad so tell me if I’m wrong lmao) that ends in ‘i’ so wtf do I do???

I’m debating just keeping him as Venti, and him being treated like a plural noun like idk ‘posteri’ or something. It would be semi lore accurate, if his name is based of the thousand winds (plural!) as a way of honouring them. I don’t know this is a massive stretch. Anyway that’s the best solution to the Venti Problem.

[funstealer]

Lumen et Umbra Resin Pressed Sweater

[inkquillery]

For the Fanfic Ask game:

23 and 40

hey, thanks for the ask, friend!! 🤗

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

whoooo boy, you broke a dam asking this! im so excited to answer :D

a deaf!lin beifong au for avatar: the last airbender/legend of korra is at the very top of my list, it’s been rotting my brain for the past month. i am so in love with the beifong family, but lin and toph in particular are my favourites. it would just be so interesting to see how they navigate communication since they can’t exactly use sign language or writing. and i mean, the amount of flangst! (also i personally have such a fascination and interest in sign language for like, no reason at all lol, i even started self-learning recently for funsies (it’s ridiculously hard to find free online resources for auslan compared to asl)) <- this might also apply to question 17 but oh well :3

and and and an au for agents of shield where an alternate variant of skye (known as daisy) escapes into the canon universe sometime after the events of afterlife due to kang the conqueror destroying her own. she trains skye in her powers, we have some lovely maydaisy angst for both universes, and some character death :3

also ghost!lucy for fairy tail where lucy sacrificed herself in the final battle and became lumen histoire, but sticks around as a sort of spirit to help her friends move on bc i’m all about that angst <33

another one is for demon slayer, where a young tanjirō keeps inexplicably skipping through time, non-linearly and uncontrollably, but he always ends up near giyū (and through a series of confusing events and time-wimey misunderstandings, all the hashira believe tanjirō is giyū’s secret little brother ;))

and i could go on all day but no one has time for that so i’mma stop there lol—

(but feel free to ask more about these aus if you want!!)

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

oof, it really depends on the fic. i do tend to re-read oneshots, and occasionally longfics if i have the time/when the premise suddenly returns to me and i have this primal urge to reread the whole thing lol. or sometimes i just remember a moment that really stuck out to me and i ctrl + f for it lol.

tldr: yes i do tend to reread fics

thanks for playing! i had a lot of fun ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[orbees]

orbee do you know about osedax

they're all female with a microscopic male inside them

polychaetes will be like "is anyone going to be biologically really weird" and not even wait for an answer

SDFSDGSDFSDG NO I HAVENT HELP?

text: Sexual dimorphism is observed in Osedax with females >20,000 times larger than males.

text: Male Osedax are microscopic dwarfs that live as "harems" inside the lumen of the gelatinous tube that surrounds each female. An individual female can house hundreds of these males in her tube.

a new challenger has emerged for ultimate bi m/f dynamic-

[thelivebookproject]

April - June 2023 | Reading Wrap Up

Hello hello, it's me!

Another three months have passed, which means I'm back with a reading wrap-up! I've done much much better these past few months because my pace of life has changed, which hopefully means I'll have way more time to read now than I had had until now. Yay for positive changes!

Code: books read in English are in black, books read in Spanish are in red and the book I read in French is in blue.

APRIL (3) • Everything I Know About Love: A Memoir - Dolly Alderton • De la Terre à la Lune (Baltimore Gun Club #1) - Jules Verne • A Rational Arrangement (Arranging Paradise #1) - L. Rowyn

April, if slow, was good: Dolly Alderton's memoir was absolutely amazing (although it wasn't until almost 60% when it convinced me because the beginning was very slow), I tackled my French reading goals with a Jules Verne I bought in a flea market in France, and I finally read A Rational Arrangement, after being threatened into it by a couple of friends for months. It was good, but not enough to read its sequel novella!

MAY (7) • Duke I'd Like To F...: A Historical Romance Anthology (Duke I'd Like to F... #1) - Various authors • Loxandra - María Iordanidu, translation by Selma Ancira • Mafalda, volumes 1-2-3-5-8-9-10, edited by Lumen - Quino • I'm So (Not) Over You - Kosoko Jackson

May had a lot of rhythm to it: I started with what I can only describe as "vaguely historical, mostly porn" (fun and entertaining); continued with a really good journey into the Greece at the beginning of the century with Loxandra (very recommended!); followed by seven volumes of the adventures of Mafalda, a very popular Argentinian comic strip not too dissimilar from Calvin and Hobbes, although it's more political and socially critical; and ended with a gay rom-com. Honestly, brilliant all around.

JUNE (6) • Viajes con Heródoto - Ryszard Kapuscinski, traslation by Agata Orzeszek • Una furtiva lágrima - Nélida Piñon, translation by Roser Vilagrassa • A Week to Be Wicked (Spindle Cove #2) - Tessa Dare • Emoji Pride and Prejudice: Epic Tales in Tiny Texts - Chuck Gonzales & Katherine Furman • Supersaurio - Meryem El Mehdati • Gods of Jade and Shadow - Silvia Moreno-García

And June was the month I saw my TBR, tackled it, and beat it into submission by reading four books that had been on it for YEARS. All of them were very good, I honestly don't know why I waited that long... I also picked up a Tessa Dare for light reading (as usual, very fun) and read a new-to-me Brazilian author, Nélida Piñón, who sadly wasn't it for me. But overall I'm very happy with my month!

In other notes, I've kept participating in the Goodreads group La vuelta al mundo en 80 libros (I do recommend it if you can read or discuss in Spanish!) and I joined the wonderful Forgotten YA Gems' Summer Reading Bingo Challenge once again (fifth edition!! Time flies!), which means it's time for a fancy bingo card update now that the first month has finished:

- New to you author: Una lágrima furtiva - Nélida Piñon, translation by Roser Vilagrassa - Heard about it online: A Week to be Wicked (Spindle Cove #2) - Tessa Dare - Retelling/adaptation: Emoji Pride and Prejudice: Epic Tales in Tiny Texts - Chuck Gonzales & Katherine Furman - #ownvoices: Supersaurio - Meryem El Mehdati - On TBR forever: Gods of Jade and Shadow - Silvia Moreno-García

Not doing too bad, I think!

All in all, I'm very happy with my reading progress and my yearly goals are on track -how are yours doing?

[tenderlysharpmidain]

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