#how do you NOT want that organization to be good and godly and doing well

[navree]

under the weather and re-reading his dark materials, never gonna understand how tf certain religious people get so mad at the critique of the organizations of religion in certain fictional works

[dark-konohagakure2]

obito and pain getting horny for not having sex n stimulation for so long so they decided to tagteam n hunt for some young civillian girl until they stumbled across y/n, and literally just breed tf out of her in that place right there. because they were so horny and cant just hold back anymore. plus if they decided that reader is good enough to end up being their breeding sow so they decided to keep her n just keep using her...

tw: noncon, breeding, threesome, double penetration, size difference, kidnapping, misogyny, degradation

All characters depicted are 18+

Being the two most important people in the Akatsuki, Obito and Pain will sometimes go on extremely important missions together, and both men are very repressed and pent up, having no time or opportunities to sleep with anyone, and on this particular mission both of the usually stoic men are so pent up that they need to find a wet hole to fill immediately.

Pain isn't as open about his aroused state as Obito is, but both men are equally needy due to a lack of any sexual activity for ages now, so when the two of them catch sight of a young female civilian walking on her own through the same woods they are in, they know that they've found the perfect receptacle for their seed.

It's almost trivial in how easy it is for them to get their hands on her, Pain will use his Universal Pull to force her towards them, and Obito doesn't even need to use his Wood Style to hold her down, his and Pain's raw physical strength alone is enough to keep her in place.

Obito won't even bother to use his Tobi facade, he's too horny for any of that fake bullshit, instead he'll hold her down along with Pain and fumbling his dick out of his pants as he lets the poor and terrified girl know exactly what she's in for.

"St-Stop your squirming, bitch! Can't you see how hard I am?! I need this! So be a good girl and spread those legs!"

Just the Uchiha's cock alone is enough to stretch out the girl's hole and make her feel overwhelmingly full, but when Pain pushes himself into her too, it's nearly enough to break the young lady both physically and mentally from the sensation of two much bigger and stronger men inside of her.

Neither of the two men feel the need to restrain themselves with her, or god forbid be gentle. Both Pain and Obito only care about getting their rocks off and filling a wet hole with their cum. Obito is especially rude, spitting curses and vile insults at her, While Pain is more cold towards her, treating her like a worm that he'd even deign to touch with his godly hands.

Since they're both insanely pent up, they'll cum very often and quickly, and they'll do it inside of her each time, filling her up to the brim with their cocks and cum as they use her as their own breeding toy without any regard for what she has to say on the matter.

Once they're done filling her up and using her, they don't want to risk her telling anybody about who they are or what they did to her, so they decide to keep her to themselves for future use for the foreseeable future.

"There's no use fighting it anymore, little one. You belong to the Akatsuki now, and you'd do well to learn your place quickly..."

The Akatsuki leaders are glad that they found such a perfect set of holes to keep as their organization's own cumdumpster, and they have no intention of giving up such a useful and morale boosting asset anytime soon.

[kuni-is-daddy]

Scaramouche/Kuni NSFW Alphabet(Fem READER!)

Word count: 1.1k.

Today is my Birthday 📷🤠 I wonder what scara would give Y/N on their birthday. Something besides a 'nice vantage point' view I hope🤨💦

CW: Minors do not interact past the cut! this is a NSFW POST!

ScaraMasterlist🤪

A: Aftercare- after you first had intercourse you awoke to rather clean and organized room. Your clothes weren't on the floor and we're replaced with a fresh set by the edge of the bed with a note ontop. Scratching your eyes you flipped the note over and read a small 'Hurry up and go to the dining hall when your done.' So you did, smiling ear to ear gleefully, barely getting out the bed and falling on your butt from a sting in your lower body, and a variety of bite marks trailing up your thighs.

B: Body Part- your neck and cleavage. Scara loves to bite on your neck while stuffing you full. He's Moaning, biting and licking so passionately along your neck he could practically feel your heart beating through it. When you make out he can't help but quickly run his hands under your shirt and tug at your bra fabric hiding your boobs. "Mn..fuck your such a tease~" he mutters out.

C: Cum Shot- Scara is pretty possessive, and now that "He's indulging you more often." Besides a hickey he makes sure to coat you everywhere. Your face, fingertips and especially your boobs. Whenever you wake up in the morning and practically stumble into the bathroom your met with bite marks all over your chest. Taking a picture of you covered in his sticky load is his favorite way of claiming you.

D: Dirty Secret- Sometimes he'll take pictures of you and your fucked out expressions, Fresh tears and bite marks along your beautiful body drives him crazy, Especially after your covered in his sticky seed. When your out for a while or he's on missions and extremely needy, he'll seclude himself just to desperately fist his cock to the many pictures of you he's saved. "Hnh~ S-shit~ that's it, Such a good- mnh~ slut taking my cock so well."

E: Experience- Very little or even none, He didnt care for sex as he's so worked up over Inazuma and dottores constant nonsense. Hearing childe talk about 'Hot People he's seen' on trips nearly made scara push him off the boat entirely. You get the honor of being the only one touching his 'godly' body.

F: Favorite Position- face down. Ass up. He loves rubbing his hands along your back then trailing down your body towards your ass. With his smooth fingertips Its almost like a massage. Once he notices you sink into his touch and arc your back like a cat, he's immediately slapping your ass and gripping onto your hips to pull you closer. Grinning at your surprised moans.

G: Goofy- Scara is way too focused on getting himself or you off. But if you made a sly remark about how gentle he's being...he'd flip you over on your tummy, then smash your face into a pillow and call you a needy slut before fucking you rough.

H: Hair- He's a pretty boy, always keeping it trimmed. But since you have the 'honor' of touching him. He'll let you decide how you want it.

I: Intimacy- messy at the beginning. Since your his everything now scara didn't know how to react. He's never had a long lasting or any relationship like this before. Even with aftercare only your panted breathes and 'small talk' would fill the silence.

Walking through the forest or quiet paths always made scara feel at peace which is why he brought you with him. Not because he was bored. His tone would change completely from 'destroyer of nations and Lord sixth' To the blissful innocence he's had as kabukimono. The second you take the opportunity to interlock your hand with his he nearly goes bug eyed as if you Disturbed his peace. He'd Scoff and sigh as if your needy. So you pulled away with a slight frown and immediately he's grabbing tight on your hand. "I never said for you to let go, did I?" He implied and you immediately shook your head and held his hand again with a bright smile on your face while he tippee his hat and looked in another direction, hiding the rosey red blush coating his cheeks. After a couple of days out, scara would be the one holding your hand as soon as you get out the door for a date/ outing he's planned. Everso tightly and even wrapping his arm around your waist so your under his umbrella ((Or hat)) on rainy days.

J: Jack Off- He wouldn't need to unless he's oversees for a mission. He'd fuck you whenever he felt like it. In public, at home. It didn't matter. If you really insisted on waiting until you both got home he'd still pull you over to a alley and kiss you deeply at the very least.

K: Kinks- KUNI!!! CALL HIM KUNI and it practically drives him INSANE!! He loves how sweetly you say his name, either moaning or just calling out for him. You could try kabukimono but He'd get sensitive over it.

Degrading, "Your such a slut~ moaning and pleading for my cock. Want me to give it to you? Then give me more, let me hear more of your pathetic moans. How much do you want your master to fill you up?" Corruption, if it's your first time he'd give the most devilish smirk you've ever seen in your life it would give that weirdo doctor a run for his money. He gets to claim and stuff your pussy full , molding you to perfectly fit his cock and his alone. Breeding, oh for you to have his children. He'd kiss on your belly and abandon his fatui duty's without a second thought. He loves kids and once it was brought up He'd stop at nothing to fill you up with his seed. Just say the word.

L: Location- he prefers the bed, couch, anywhere in your shared home or his palace designated by the tsaritsa. His office however is a favorite of his so he can see you spread out for him and your body jolting back and forth while the desk creeks from his fast pace. But if he was really turned on like at his meeting with Kujou Kamaji..he'd have you stuff your mouth with his cock from under the desk and even pretending to "drop something" just to see your teary eyed face.

M: Motivation- That mouth of yours. Whenever you talk back it amuses him, even during arguments he'd always say things to get a reaction out of you and see what you could come up with just to shut you up later if he loves your answer. (Mention his mother or '3 betrayals' and he'll use you as much as he wants for the day.) Either starving you of an orgasm or deep throating his length and force you to swallow every drop of his cum. If you send a picture of you in black lingerie or any clothing he's bought recently, he'd make it a priority to fuck you as soon as he got home without a care in the world.. he probably left the door open🤭

N: No(turn offs)- Scara would love to try anything with you, either him being top or bottom he always found a way to dominate you or be a brat about it. So it didn't really matter what you did. But if theirs 1 things he didn't care for was wax play. The thought of possibly burning your skin with a mark like that gives him bad memory's.

O: Oral- he loves it. When he plunged 2 of his fingers inside of you and licked at your clit, you came all over his fingers and tongue. You apologized for being so messy but the first thing that came out his mouth was for you to sit on his face like a good girl.

P: Pace- it depends on the mood, he couldn't live watching you walking the next day without stumbling or your legs wobbling. But if it was a long day with fatui work or he hasn't seen you in weeks. It's slow and passionate. He missed feeling your beautiful body. He wanted to explore it just like your first time.

Q: Quickie- Down for it anytime, anywhere.

R: Risk- since he could have you give head right Infront of a colleague. He'd do it Infront of the tsaritsa for all he'd care.

S: Stamina- he's a puppet....and on top of that his 'Creator' is the electro archon. He could go for hours before Overheating 🤭🤭Turning into a sensitive moaning mess. But 'unfortunately' your a human. 2 Rounds minimum.

T: Toys- catching you playing with a toy in your room? He'd watch as you begged and cried from frustration for him to touch you because the toy wasn't enough. How pathetic of you to result to such things while he was away..

U: Unfair- He’s so unfair. he’s brought you to tears almost everytime you did it, he needs you to beg before cumming. Whenever he feels you reaching your climax he'd slow down just to hear you whimper. If you try to tease him he'd indulge it only until he got impatient. Grazing his tip on your folds before riding him? He'd slam you onto his shaft by grabbing your hips. Licking around the tip? As soon as you blink your deep throating his length.

V: Volume- Get as loud as you want, it'll only edge him on more to go faster, to degrade you more, to fuck you harder. As for him he'd mimic your moans just to make fun of you. "Oh shit...You Ah~ like my cock that much? Yes.. faster? Beg for it..cry louder baby~"

W: Wild Card- somnophilia. Only if you give him permission.. if you couldn't wait for him to come back from a mission and we're passed out in his bed he'd flip you over on your back, spread your legs and begin licking and biting at your thighs. When he has a wet dream he'd spare no time and have you waking up to him grunting and groaning in your ear while he folded you like a chair. Also.. electro play..when riding him he'd shock you to go faster instead of slapping your already red ass.

X: X-ray. how big🤨- 6- inches and thick. Grinding on him feels so good it's almost as if he's inside of you already~ making you wet and ache for it. When he shoves it deep inside you there's always a bulge, sometimes he'd even grab a marker and label your tummy. He'll stretch you farther next time.

Y: Yearning- if you want it bad he'll always comply. But ONLY if you want it bad. Keep begging, he needs to know you want It. If you dont beg he'll just swat you off like a bug. Or lazily take you.

Z: Zzz- he'd watch you fall asleep after gazing into his indigo eyes long enough. It was a weird yet comforting feeling as you both laid in bed. Your warm body against his. You'd even lay on his chest to his soft breathing making you rise uppp and downnn. It used to creep you out how he wouldnt breathe sometimes but you got use to it. He'd sit there just observing your body. Even trailing his thumb along your soft lips and cheeks.

-- FIC NOTE ���

For those confused on turn off 'Bad memory' with the wax play, I considered it for the 3rd 'Betrayal' When the child died from his illness and Kabukimono burned the house down and most likely buried the kid within it.

But this is all head cannons so I hope this is good food for thought with scara!!

"Didn't you post a scara alphabet before?"

Well yes thank you for remembering 😃☝️ The other one got flagged 🧍

[libby-for-life]

I wanna see more greek mythology au 🥺 also i wonder what happens if like at some point Charlie and the crew or like Sera and such meets him again😙

Read the other Greek Mythology au first.

Previously: The entirety of Hell shakes and splits open as twelve-foot-tall people radiating power and light storm in, all wielding weapons that, despite not being angelic weapons, are powerful enough to kill sinners.

They will find Persephone.

Meanwhile, Lucifer soon catches wind of these godly beings and goes to confront them. He sees Adam for the first time since the dawn of Eden and nearly has a heart attack. Adam. The First Man. He was back.

And he was PISSED

Adam spots the one he feels is in charge, pointing his scythe at him. "WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!"

Lucifer too stunned to speak for a moment just stares at Adam. Then he reels back.

"Wait...who?"

"PERSEPHONE! WHERE IS SHE?!"

"Oh dear gods, this place is a mess." A man with what looks like a war helmet says.

"I love war as much as the next person, but this seems...excessive..."

A man in black with a gold circlet looks disgusted. "Is THIS what they think my domain is?!" (Hades has always been salty about the miscommunication of the Underworld)

"I have much more class then this!"

"Please, focus you two." A woman with long blonde hair says. She carried a spear and looked wise beyond her years.

Adam just stalks up to Lucifer, radiating the feeling of a famine, a sweltering summer, wildfires started from his angry breath

He giveth mankind his bounty, he taketh is away just as fast

"WAIT! I don't know who this person is, but I can help you find her! Did her soul pass through here?"

This only made Adam angry. "A goddess doesn't die." His fury is controlled but Lucifer could tell that this...glowing new Adam wanted to pummel him.

"Yes. Besides, Earth needs her. Without her, Spring can't come." A man wearing a tunic said and...was he carrying a...lightning bolt? Interesting weapon choice.

Lucifer heard rumors of the Earth taking on sentient life of its own, but he didn't believe it. These were Primordials! They held just as much power as the Elders so long as they were on Earthly domain. They were literally gods.

And...Adam was one of them?

"Are you this realm's leader?" The female said, shifting the weight of her spear. "If what you say is true about you helping us, then you WILL provide."

Hades steps up. This may not be his realm, but he is STILL Lord of the Dead. "Speak, or I will have every soul here tear and burn this place to the ground before turning them up on you."

Lucifer shivered. He could tell that he wasn't lying. "Yes. I am their King. If Persephone is here and not a lost soul, I will help you find her and bring out of Hell."

Adam looked at the man. He seemed familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He supposed it didn't matter. If he didn't get Persephone back, then he was going to flood this place and then burn it into the ground. They didn't call him The Reaper for nothing.

"How about, while we search, I can offer you a place to stay? My daughter runs a hotel."

Charlie did not expect Dad to show up with the fucking Primordials

"Uh...welcome?"

Hades is beyond offended at the lack of structure in the afterlife. "Why the fuck isn't this place more organized?! So much chaos! Why aren't they on the reincarnation route?"

"Hu? Reincarnation?" Charlie asked confused.

"YES! If you're not an absolute beast of a human being, you reincarnate! Attain a good life three times and you get Eternal Paradise!"

Athena just shakes her head and gathers her brothers towards some open seats. A snap of her fingers makes them fit better so they can all sit down. They needed to know the layout of Hell. She knew strategies like the back of her hand.

"Now. You're the Princess of Hell?" Athena asked Charlie before a small one-eyed woman pointed a spear at her.

Athena tilted her head. "You will do well to lower your weapon child. Before I show you the power of a Goddess."

Ares laughs. "This one! I like her!" Taps Vaggie's spear, turning it gold and giving it a more wicked design. "This will draw more blood from your foes!"

Vaggie stumbles back and looks at her spear. Athena looked at her in the eyes and suddenly she saw her literal life flash before her eyes. This Goddess meant business....she shouldn't threaten someone this powerful. "You always did like the brave." Hades said.

"Brave or foolish?" Athena said with one more glance before turning to Charlie. "Well, are you the Princess or not?"

"I...I am. Uh, how can I help you?"

"My daughter, Persephone has gone missing. She was kidnapped and taken here." Adam said. "I can sense her here but I don't know where exactly....too many layers here."

Charlie's eyes widened. "Persephone... I've heard that name before."

"You should," Zeus said. "She's the Goddess of Spring. She's what brings that Earth beauty."

Some silence.

"....I thought Demeter was a woman."

Adam turned to what looked at what seemed to be a spider demon. "I've been depicted as such. I prefer the male form better." His form flickered and he turned into...well....a she. A well-endowed woman who looked regal and beautiful as she was angry. The form flickered and Adam was male again. "Demeter is one name I go by. Only my family calls me Adam."

Angel blinked. "So you're male leaning gender fluid. Cool."

Adam tilted his head. "If that helps you comprehend it better."

"No, that's Zeus, the God of Whores"

Zeus gasped at Ares.

"No, you're thinking of Apollo."

"What do you know of the layers here?" Adam asks.

Ares turns to Lucifer. "Anyway, shortsack, we didn't catch your name."

Adam glared at the interruption but looked to the King who was been...quite for some time.

Adam blinked. Something was digging at his memory. Something he wanted to forget...."The layers, Princess. What do you know of them?"

It's better to not dwell on the past.

Only, his family exchanged glances behind his back before they turned unreadable looks to the King of Hell. Adam might not remember chose not to but they remembered when Adam was young and innocent. Back when he would cry about how his two friends left him. Lucifer and Lilith. Two uncommon names that humans don't typically call their children.

[void-ink-studios]

Gala of the Gods (Part 1)

A few people suggested some stuff with Scarab and Nightmo, I've become obsessed with some of the art I've seen of these two in fancy clothes, so I'm going to combine the two.

Behold, my attempts at describing fancy clothing!

I am an artist as well, so if there's anything from this fic series you might wanna see me draw, just let me know.

Also, this is multi-parter! So y'all are gonna have to be patient.

Enjoy y'all!

Part 1 -You Are Here- | Part 2 | Part 3

Word Count: 2,200

Mail was not something Scarab expected when he first came to live in the Time Room. He figured anyone with something to say to Prismo would just take it as an excuse to show up and hang out for a while.

But, as with many assumptions he had, Scarab was wrong. Well, kind of.

The mail was never frequent, and it was almost only from the higher ups, but it had happened enough time with nearly missed important updates for Scarab to add checking the Time Room's make-shift mailbox to his routine.

And it was a good thing he did. Because they had mail. Fancy looking mail. And the beetle felt sick to his stomach when he began suspecting what this was about.

"Prismo! Mail! Letter from the Organizer."

Prismo made a rather undignified noise as he snapped awake from where he was dozing off in his hot tub.

"The Organizer? Ooooh, is it that Gala thing?"

"I suspect it might be. It's addressed to both of us, shall I read it?"

"Knock yourself out, Lovebug."

Scarab rolled his eyes a little but smiled regardless. He broke open the seal and unfolded the letter.

"To the Wishmaster and his assistant,

You are both cordially invited to the bicentennial Cosmic Gala. Attendance is compulsory, however you are not required to stay for the duration, should your godly duties require you to return to your posts.

The Gala will be hosted in the Judgement Hall, and will begin 340 time waves from now.

You are expected to be on your best behavior. There will be no physical altercations within the Judgement Hall. Please leave any and all grievances with coworkers at home. Snacks and drinks will be provided.

We look forward to seeing you there.

-The Organizer."

Scarab had suspected for a long time that that last paragraph was pointed at him specifically. It's not like he started fights, it's just gods get aggressive at him for doing his job.

"Oh, I haven't even thought of the Gala... Man, a lot has happened since the last one..."

Scarab clicked in agreement. Then was struck with a sudden thought.

"Wait a moment. How are we meant to attend while in this form?"

Prismo raised an eyebrow. "Have you never seen me attend before?"

"I always left early. I made excuses that my job as Auditor required my attention, so I arrived as it started, stayed for perhaps one Time Wave so my boss could see I showed up, then I left. It's not fun sticking around a party where no one likes you."

Whoops, that came out more bitter than he had meant... It's not like he minded not attending more of the party, parties were never his scene to begin with...

Or, was that another thing he convinced himself he didn't like so it wasn't being taken from him?

Hmmm...

"Well, you can come with me this time. We'll stick by each other's side. I think you'll look nice on my arm, Lovebug."

Scarab's mandibles snapped up.

"O-On your arm... Are you suggesting we attend as... as a couple?"

"I-I mean, if you want..." Prismo looked uncharacteristically flustered, smiling nervously at the beetle.

"I think... I think I would like that, Prismo. But, you still haven't answered my question."

"Oh, yeah, the form thing. Well, how it works is the Organizer gives us authorization to make copies of our corporeal body that we can inhabit. Like ghosts or some deal. They last for a few days, and then we get returned to the wall."

"Our... corporeal bodies..."

"Yeah, it's pretty much the only time I get to exist as 'Old Man Prismo' and not cease to be me. I think it's pretty neat. And you get to be taller than me for once."

Scarab barely responded to that, a far away look on his face.

"Can we... modify these bodies at all...?"

"I mean, you can make them look different colors, I guess, or make yourself look younger but why do you..." Prismo's expression filled with sadness. "...You can't restore limbs, if that's what you're asking. I'm sorry, Scrabby."

Scarab sighed. "It's... fine. It was worth asking."

He made a few clicking chirps as he thought.

"...I suppose I should dress up for once? If I'm attending with you and lingering longer?"

"I mean, you could. I like to, since I don't get the luxury of clothes very often, and I'd rather not show up to a Gala as a naked old man. But it's not like you have to."

Prismo watched Scarab's expression. He was deep in thought, that was obvious with how much his mandibles were twitching. Then, his expression lit up.

"...We can conjure almost anything in the Time Room, yes?"

"I mean, anything not sentient, pretty much."

"Hmm... Would you mind if we arrived separately? I think I'd like to... surprise you. You know the lobby outside the Judgement Hall? Wait for me there. I will meet you there."

Prismo was intrigued, to say the least. "A surprise? Just for me? Well, let's do it then. I'll wait for you."

"Perfect. Thank you, love." Scarab nuzzled his cheek sweetly. Prismo giggled, returning the favor with a soft little kiss.

"I can't wait to see what you come up with, Scrabs. I know you'll look gorgeous."

Scarab's elytra clicked as he purred, smiling softly. He'd been doing that a lot more recently. Prismo decided to take pride in the fact he's made the unflappable Scarab smile and blush like a goof.

The days leading up to the Gala were at the same time quiet and buzzing. Scarab was very clearly cooking something up, as he had carved out a little room in the basement that Prismo was explicitly forbidden from entering.

If you had told the Wishmaster he'd be okay with Scarab, of all gods, having a secret room he's not allowed in in the Time Room, well... well, you'd be given quite the strange look, that's for certain.

"Scrabby! Can you come out of your lair for a moment?"

"For the last time Prismo, it's not a lair, it's a work room!" Regardless of the terminology of whatever was going on in Scarab's little private room, the beetle acquiesced and emerged into the main chamber. "What is it?"

"Our uh... Bodies are here."

It was always just mildly upsetting to Prismo when they just... appeared. It unnerved him to see his own sleeping body at the best of times, but seeing it completely still, not even breathing, was... strange.

"Ah, okay. Is it almost time for the Gala then?"

"We have I think 3 More Time waves before the party officially starts, so we should probably start getting ready now."

"And how long are these good for?"

"Uhhh... I think 50 Time Waves?"

"Why do they stick around so long after the party?"

"I don't know, actually. Maybe they're being nice?"

"I've never known the higher ups for being... Nice. Regardless, how does this work?"

Prismo stretched his arms a bit, examining the two empty shells on the ground. "Don't worry, it's easy. Alright, so all you've gotta do is touch it, and imagine yourself waking up. It's not super nice feeling when you first wake up, just as a warning. Watch."

Prismo slid across the floor, positioning himself completely covering his body, and closed his eyes. He felt himself fade, almost like he was disappearing, but sensation quickly returned as he jumped into his body. He pulled in a gasp of air, everything tingling as his senses caught up with him.

"Prismo? Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah..." His voice sounded dry. He needed some water. He ran fingers through his long hair and beard as he sat up. "See? Easy."

"Are you certain you're okay?"

"I'm fine. It just... takes a minute for me to adjust. I'm not 3d very often." Prismo laughed it off, but it didn't stop him from holding a hand over a now beating heart and breathing lungs. "Your turn."

Scarab hesitated, looking between his body and Prismo. Slowly, he crawled over, letting himself overlap with the shell. The blue shadow faded, the body shooting up into an upright position, breathing heavily.

"Oh, that felt wretched..." The beetle could only describe it as similar to that falling sensation one has that jars them awake.

Scarab looked as he flexed his own fingers, claws lightly clicking together. It felt... strange to be in a body like this again. His senses buzzed. He felt the weight of his shell for the first time in months. The weight of his mask...

Slowly, he rearranged the mask to tuck behind his head. He would be going to this party as himself. Proudly.

"Heya gorgeous."

Prismo had scooched a bit closer, taking advantage of new senses to hold his love for the first time in a 3d space.

Scarab's breath hitched. He was not prepared for how... warm and soft Prismo's touch would be. He had gotten used to the Wishmaster's touch in their wall forms. But... touch in the third dimension... gentle touch, touch not meant to harm him, it was... new. Alien. His mandibles thrummed as he leaned into the hold, purring, claws experimentally touching the soft, coiling gray hair nearly covering his partner.

Prismo, meanwhile, was fascinated. He explored the texture of Scarab's shell and face. The fine grooves separating the plating reminded him of polished armor. But it was warm, alive, he could feel the beetles muscles moving underneath, the thrum of blood and life. And his pink face, while prickly at the edges, was soft to cradle.

"There you are... That's my pretty Lovebug. Look at you..."

Scarab preened under the touch and praise. He was beautiful. Prismo made him believe it.

"I must say... I think you're quite lovely in this form as well."

Prismo's cheeks flushed a lovely pinkish red color, Scarab chirping in pride. He nuzzled at him, marveling at the feeling of it with a physical body.

"I'm going to go get ready, Prismo. I'll meet you at the Judgement Hall lobby."

"Alright, Scrabs. I'll be looking for you."

The bug purred one more time before sequestering himself in his mystery room once more.

Prismo chuckled as he himself got ready.

Brushing his long, unruly hair was a task in and of itself. He pulled part of the mop into something a bit more elegant, a waterfall of gray tied neatly with a pink and gold ribbon falling down his back.

Prismo wasn't much for formal clothing, but he did like robes. Something soft, light, breathable. And had amassed quite the collection from these Galas in the past. He did like his pinks and golds, but who could blame him? He liked how he looked in them.

The robe had layers of color to it, a light pink similar to his shadow form on the inner most layer, slowly shifting out into a dark, rosy red. There were imagery of gold eyes and hands cascading down the back and sleeves, giving way to constellations and stars on the long skirt that dragged a little on the floor.

He accessorized with bracelet and rings and necklaces and pendants until he glittered like the stars. That was always his favorite part of these events, the accessorizing. He wasn't one to care much about looks, but he did enjoy making himself sparkle.

He looked into a summoned mirror, checking everything from head to toe. His golden orange sash was tied nicely, his sandals looked good, everything was in place. Perfect.

"Scrabby, I'm heading out now! I'll see you there, Lovebug!"

In lieu of a proper response, he heard a loud chirp echoing from down in the basement.

Prismo couldn't help but be curious about what Scarab was doing. All the more reason to be excited, he supposed.

In a rainbow of fragmented light, Prismo deposited himself outside the lobby of the Judgement Hall, other gods already milling about and conversing.

"Prismo! Sho-Hoot man, I always forget how nice you clean up for these events."

The Cosmic Owl flew over to him, dawned in a cloak of gold and silver feathers of starlight. Death also joined him, in a simple, but sharp looking white robe. In the distance, Prismo could spot Life, in a beautiful flower and coral dress, chatting with some other gods.

"Aw, thanks. You two look nice too! It's nice you got to bring Life with you this time, Death."

"We both needed the night out."

"Where's Scarab? He's coming right?"

"Yeah, but he wanted to arrive separately. Said he wanted to surprise me, so I'm indulging. He wouldn't even give me a hint, man."

"Well, consider me intrigued."

The three chatted for a while, Life soon coming to join them, after giving Death a peck on the cheek of course.

"And then the dude just... just tried to pluck one of my feathers out! Like for a good luck charm or something. Do people not get that dreams aren't physical?"

"I don't know, man, people just don't know how to act around you, I guess," Prismo chuckled. He was about to add on, when the doors opened, and a hush fell over the lobby.

Prismo looked toward the entrance, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"...Sho-Hoot, man."

And in walked Scarab.

[gayphob1a]

November 3rd – grinding

Eddie comes home to Steve and Robin doing random shit quite often. At this point, it’s just normal to get home from work and find Steve painting her nails, Robin giving him a haircut, or even that one time he walked into the bedroom to find Steve completely naked with a bag from Victoria’s Secret, modeling new lingerie pieces while Robin laid back on the bed with a whiteboard, giving each a rating out of ten. He didn’t bat an eye then, completely familiar with the extent to which their relationship is Platonic with a capital P, and today is no different.

Eddie knows they’re going out tonight, and he expects them to wear him down to join them as soon as walks through the door, so he’s slightly thrown off by the lack of a stampede when he unlocks the front door, calling out his typical greeting of, “Honeyyy, I’m hooome!” That is until he finds them in the bathroom. Steve is sitting in the sink, the countertops littered with every piece of makeup Robin owns. She’s standing between his legs applying eyeliner to his already unfairly beautiful eyes.

“Well, hello there, my love.” Eddie bats Robin’s hand away to place a chaste kiss to Steve’s lips before moving out of the way so Robin can go back to her, frankly, godly work.

“Hey Eds. How was work?” Steve asks, that sweet tone that leaves Eddie weak laces his tone and he knows he won’t have any fight in him when he’s inevitably asked to come along.

“Another day, another shit-show at the shop. I can’t wait to curl up on the couch and relax with you tonight, sweetheart,” Eddie teases.

It works. Hook, line, and sinker, as Steve pushes away Robin’s hand to bat those long mascara coated lashes at him.

“But Eddieee! We’re going out tonight. I wanted you to come with.” Steve pouts, and shit, if Eddie thought his eyes were convincing with a little bit of makeup, the addition of a pout and puppy eyes are kryptonite.

Eddie sighs, unable to even keep up the game he was attempting to play. “Of course, I’ll come with you Stevie. Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Robin mimes a finger in her mouth, soundlessly gagging. Typical. Steve swats her arm and she smiles back at him, devolving both of them into a fit of giggles. Eddie just snorts and wanders off to the kitchen while they finish up so he can grab a snack before he showers. He makes two extra sandwiches for them and eats quickly. When the two of them wander out he gives Steve another kiss, reminds him to eat and hops in the shower to scrub off the grease from a long day of oil changes and tire rotations. He doesn’t take long, but when he gets out, he is entirely not expecting the hurricane he finds in the bedroom.

Clothes are scattered over every available surface. The dresser, the bed, the floor. It’s a maze he navigates with relative ease until he gets to the closet and realizes most of the clothes are his.

“Guys, what the hell?!”

Steve’s head pops through the open bedroom door with a goofy grin and he points the the clothes on top of the dresser.

“We picked out an outfit for you already.”

“You–” and sure enough, the clothes there are his favorite pair of tight leather pants, a cropped shirt and a pair of fishnets. “Steve, how am I supposed to wear fishnets with these pants?”

“Oh right. There’s a hole in the crotch, put them on under your shirt.”

Eddie has no idea where he got that idea, but he went to all the effort so he might as well oblige. He pulls the outfit on and throws his vest over it for good measure. It may not protect him from the cold like his heavy leather jacket, but he can’t seem to find the thing, and the vest is better than nothing.

Eddie wanders out of the room adjusting the layers of his outfit and grumbling to himself. “Steven Anita you better clean up that room when we get home or I swear to go–” He stops dead in his tracks when he looks up at Steve. He’s in a short black pleated skirt, matching fishnets to Eddie’s own standing out against the plush of his tan thighs, one of Eddie’s metallica shirts tight against his toned chest under Eddie’s jacket. He looks like something out of a wet dream.

“Wh– Where did you even get that?” Eddie muses.

“I borrowed it from Nancy,” Robin says, smirking next to Steve. Oh right, Robin’s here. Eddie… honestly forgot. “So are you two going to keep gawking at each other, or are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, le– we can… Let’s go.” Eddie stammers out, gripping Steve’s hand in his own, barely able to tear his eyes away from the way his skirt sits high up on his thighs. He knows it must barely cover his ass. Jesus, fuck, Eddie’s going to come in his pants if he gets a face full of that.

The club they’re going to is a couple towns over. Eddie is driving which feels like an irresponsible choice honestly, because he can’t keep both hands on the wheel, one of them constantly drifting over to play with the thin strings of the stockings covering Steve’s inner thigh. Steve just chats idly with Robin as if he’s not fully aware of the fact that he’s taking Eddie apart from the inside out. He zones out most of the drive, only tipping the van onto two wheels a couple times, but they make it mostly in one piece.

Outside, the fall air nips at Eddie’s mostly bare arms. He’s not totally sure if the goosebumps are a result of that or the way Steve clings to him, but once they enter the club, the wave of heat from sweaty bodies grinding on the dance floor hits him like a ton of bricks, but his skin’s reaction does not subside.

“Drinks?” Robin shouts over the din of music and chatter.

Steve’s face lights up, nodding and dragging Eddie along to the bar with him to order them all a round of shots. When they arrive, they all three clink the tiny glasses together and down them in one, laughing together at the way their faces pinch at the burn in their throats. Eddie is itching to pull Steve to the dance floor after one more, but he knows that’s not how these nights go. First, Steve plays wingman for Robin, THEN he turns his attention to Eddie. Not that Eddie would ever complain. He feels lucky just to be in Steve’s presence, admiring the way his charm pulls others in, knowing it belongs all to him.

The two of them set to work finding a worthy candidate to be the object of Robin’s affections for the evening. It doesn’t take them long before settling on a petite girl across the bar with strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She looks familiar, but surely no one from Hawkins would be caught dead in a gay bar two towns over, right? But sure enough, just as Steve is about to make his way over, she looks up, and oh shit, Chrissy Cunningham is walking over to them.

“Hey Steve! What are you doing here?” The brightness that radiates off of Chrissy doesn’t falter for a second as she speaks to him, though her eyes are pointedly trained on Robin rather than the person she’s addressing.

“Oh just out for some fun, same as you I suppose.” Steve replies, smiling as he looks between the two women. “Have you met my friend Robin?”

Chrissy’s eyes sparkle with recognition. “You went to Hawkins High too, right? You were in band? I remember seeing you at pep rallies. The ruffles really suited you.”

“Uh, I, you–” Steve smacks her lightly on the back, the smile never leaving his face. “Thank you!” She manages to get out. “You were in cheer right?”

“Uh huh! Still am, actually. Well, I’m a coach for a junior league, but still.” Finally her eyes leave Robin’s face and seem to notice Eddie for the first time. “Oh, Eddie, right? So are you all together or?”

Eddie chuckles at the way Steve and Robin trip over each other to explain that their relationship is 1000% platonic, but luckily he’s there to smoothly explain. “No, just Steve and I, actually. Robin is just our, what? Third wheel?”

Robin snorts at that. “You wish, Munson. If anything you’re ours.”

“Well, maybe I can help with that. Mind if I steal your girl away for a while?” Chrissy asks, mostly to Robin, who just nods dumbly and scrambles to take her outstretched hand and follow Chrissy to the dance floor.

“Huh, Cunningham. Never would have called that one.” Eddie wonders aloud.

“You also never would have called me if I hadn’t made the first move,” Steve sasses back. Which, okay, that’s a fair cop.

“Fair enough, Stevie boy,” Eddie says, extending a hand and sweeping down into a low bow. “Care to join me for a dance?”

Steve snorts, used to and overly fond of his boyfriend’s flirting style. He takes the hand extended to him with an equally ridiculous: “my liege,” and follows him out to the floor.

The lights are intense and the thrumming base of the dance music beats through the floor all the way into Eddie’s chest, and he knows exactly what Steve needs before he even says it. He tucks Steve’s face into his shoulder, wrapping his arms low around his waist, their pelvises pressed tightly together as they sway in time with the beat. Steve’s arms are wrapped tightly around Eddie’s neck, one hand winding into the hair at the base of his neck, inhaling the scent of his body wash and cologne deeply in order to ground himself. He’s not entirely sure why Steve loves this so much. After enough hits to the head during sports, the loud lights and noises are a little intense for him, but he always finds solace in Eddie’s arms. Actually, maybe that’s exactly why he loves it so much. And Eddie will take any excuse to hold Steve in his arms and feel him pressed tight against his body.

They stay swaying gently to the rhythm for a couple songs until Steve groans gently.

“You doing okay, princess?” Eddie asks.

“‘M okay, Eds.”

“Does your head hurt?”

“Sort of?”

“Sort of? Baby if you’re feeling the start of a migraine we can go.”

“No it’s… not that,” Steve says sheepishly. He rolls his hips against Eddie’s tentatively and he feels it. There’s a very obvious bulge under the skirt and Steve’s face lifts from his shoulder with a delicious blush coating his cheeks. Oh, that head.

“Oh sweetheart. We’re only three days in and you’re already getting hard from a little dancing?”

Steve can’t seem to form words at that, just blushing deeper and nodding sheepishly. Eddie feels his own dick twitch in interest. He rolls hips up to meet Steve’s, relishing in the little moan he gets in return. He knows he can’t push this or Steve might literally cum in his pants, but damn it if he can’t have a little fun first. Couples all around them are grinding uncontrollably, lithe movements meant to chase pleasure rather than feel the music, and Eddie can’t help but follow suit. He adjusts his hold on Steve, grabbing him by the hips to keep them tethered while he kisses along Steve’s jaw and down his neck.

“Eddie,” Steve whines. “Please.”

“Please what, honey?”

Steve grinds slowly against Eddie’s growing bulge. “More. Please.”

“Are you sure about that?” Eddie looks around as if afraid of someone seeing them, knows Steve will wilt under the very idea of anyone’s attention on him.

In lieu of an answer, Steve tries to tuck his head back into Eddie’s shoulder as he picks up a steady rhythm to roll against him. Eddie is not having that, though. His hand finds its way into Steve’s hair and tugs gently, lifting his head back up to stare into his eyes. He wants to see the want, the need evidenced in his face. What he finds is perfection. Steve is panting with want, a fire lit behind his hazel eyes and Eddie can’t hold back anymore. His cock aches against the zipper of his tight pants and he craves some kind of friction, finding it in the hard outline that’s well hidden by the flowy fabric of Steve’s skirt.

Fuck, that skirt. Eddie didn’t know until recently just how badly he loved to see Steve in traditionally “feminine” clothing. It’s not about feminization, though if that’s what Steve wanted, he would most certainly be on board. No, it’s about the tabletop ranting, it’s about his own love of heavy metal, his own long hair and chains. It’s the lack of regard for what anyone else thinks, the way anti-establishment sentimentality has long been a part of Eddie’s rhetoric and has seemingly seeped into Steve’s own self confidence. It’s the way that the two of them have grown separately and together, making each other better people, more comfortable in their own skins from the last couple years of loving each other unconditionally.

Steve started wearing lace and lingerie a couple months ago to tease Eddie. Eddie loved it, but more importantly, Steve loved it. Steve loved pretty things. He deserved pretty things and everything nice the world had to offer. And the skirt was damn pretty. He’d have to remember to thank Nancy later.

But for now, his attention was solely on Steve, his hands finding their way to the supple meat of his ass under the flowing fabric. He can feel the silky panties covering his soft skin and hooks a finger under the elastic, drawing it back to harshly snap back. Steve lets out a little yelp and Eddie chases the noise with his lips.

“You know you can call it off at any time sweetheart.” Eddie mumbles against Steve's lips.

The giggle he elicits is oh so sweet. “I know, Eds. I’m fine. Are you sure you don’t want to call it off?”

“More than anything.” He growls, his hips bucking up particularly forcefully. Steve groans and throws his head back, meeting his thrusts with fervor of his own.

“Keep it in your pants, Munson. I haven’t said the magic word yet.”

“Oh, so now it’s a magic word?”

“It is now that I know you want it so bad.”

Eddie has to hold back and honest to god growl at that, fighting the urge to strip him down in the middle of the dance floor and take him here and now. Suddenly his hands aren’t the only ones on Steve and he has to fight the urge to start swinging before taking in the context of the situation.

“Woah, easy there killer,” Robin laughs at him and he eases instantly. He finds almost as much comfort in her as Steve (almost. They all know no one could ever love the two of them the way they love each other). “Hey, so I’m going to head out with Chrissy. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Have a good night Robs.” Steve turns his head and plasters on a beaming smile and shoots her a wink. She leans in close and whispers something in Steve’s ear and he laughs, leaning away from Eddie. Robin skips away from them, meeting up with Chrissy at the door, conspiratorial smiles on both of their lips.

Eddie grabs Steve’s waist to pull him in, but he pulls away with a smirk.

“What? What did Robin say?” Eddie asks.

“Oh nothing, just that we should probably get out of here if we don’t want to cum in our pants like teenagers.”

Eddie huffs a laugh and pulls Steve close, but they both know it’s not to chase pleasure from each other. They just hold each other, warm in each other's embrace and sway for a couple more songs.

“You want to get out of here? Somebody told me you wanted to relax in front of the TV tonight.”

“Yes. Please,” Eddie sighs, leaning his forehead against Steve’s.

He loves a night out with Steve, but a night in is just as perfect.

@steddievember

[hiraethhh-h]

puppy love

summary: after catching feelings for a certain fury, zagreus offers some advice to get you back on your feet.

pairings: megara “meg” x gn! reader, (platonic) zagreus x gn! reader, mentions of thanzag.

warnings: light spoilers

notes: in lieu of Hades II being announced, here we are! also bc i am a whore for greek mythology (thanks pjo/hoo <3 /lh)

word count: 1.2k

you were always unsure how you landed yourself in such shitty situations.

for one, as a minor god, you somehow got yourself a position in the underworld. did you read the fine print in the contract you signed in olympus? absolutely-fucking-not. the trip to the river styx was less than pleasant, but you did leave a good review for charon. despite him speaking in decipherable groans, he made for good company and talk.

small dents began to appear in the rod of the broom you held, your sweeping motions coming to a halt. the shiny granite floors perfectly reflected your frowning face back at you. not wanting to get scolded for lagging behind in your chores, you took a few steps forward before gently brushing at the floor.

“is… everything alright?”

you jolted violently, whipping around with wide eyes. zagreus stood before you, his hands raised. “sorry- didn’t mean to scare you.” he quickly uttered. “you just looked… tense, is all.” his mismatched eyes slowly drifted to the broom, where cracks had formed from your iron grip. you blinked, slowly setting the broom against the wall with a sheepish look. “just… having a bit of a mid-life crisis? well, a godly one.” you sighed, shaking your head.

the prince raised a brow, ���i don’t mean to pry, but i wouldn’t mind listening.” your brows perked up in surprise, a small smile forming on your lips. “thank you zagreus. do you mind also covering for me? i really don’t feel like getting told off today…” zagreus nodded in agreement, “of course. perhaps my room would be best for privacy?” you followed after the male with no further questions, trying to decipher where it would be best to start. 

the two of you sat atop zagreus’ bed, the mattress bouncing ever so slightly to accommodate for the new weight. the silence didn’t feel as unnerving as before, thanks to the prince of hell’s presence. you were glad you had found a confidant and amazing friend in him.

“well… to start, i guess i…” you paused, inhaling then exhaling to organize your thoughts. “i have feelings for meg, romantically.” zagreus blinked in surprise, looking down at you. “i don’t know what to do next, zag. she’s practically unreachable. any time i see her, i want to approach her but i’m just so…” “nervous?” zagreus finished for you. “yes, nervous. that.” you fell back onto the bed with a grunt, staring up at the ceiling in disdain. the bed shifted as zagreus laid beside you, his head propped up by his hand. 

“if you don’t mind me asking, zag, how did you approach than?” a nervous chuckle left the male, the flame-colored wreath atop his head shifting ever so slightly as he moved to look at the headboard. “i don’t mean to sound… generic, but all i really did was be myself.” he began. “aside from the fact that we’re childhood friends, all i really did was figure out what he liked, what he didn’t like. then, i just went from there.” at his words, you went silent. 

if you started from there, perhaps you would have a chance to find out more on meg. you looked to zagerus with a faint smile, “thank you, zag. and don’t worry about sounding too generic, you… you’ve helped more than you know.” you nodded firmly, watching a smile grow on zagreus’ face. “you’re welcome, i’m glad i could be of assistance… but really, that quick?” he questioned, a brow raised as he moved to sit up once you did.

“yeah, i want to find meg, see if… i can muster up the courage to talk to her.” zagreus placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “that’s a great start, but remember not to get ahead of yourself. things like this take time and patience.” he warned. “right. time and patience.” you huffed, standing to head out of his room. the prince trailed after you, the two of you heading into the dining hall. unfortunately, nyx was nowhere to be seen, so you couldn’t greet the primordial goddess on the way.

a few shades lingered about the mess hall, some seated at tables and chattering amongst each other on how they died and the works. not too far, deusa was humming to herself as she gently dusted at a ledge. “deusa,” zagreus called from behind you, the gorgon jumping with a chirp-like hiss as she turned around. “p-prince zagreus!” she squeaked, also calling your name shortly after. “done with your chores already? maybe i should learn a thing or two from you…” the snake huffed in defeat, her eyes flitting over to zagreus. “oh- i also washed your sheets with the detergent you like! i-um… hope you enjoy it, prince zagreus.” she rambled. shortly after, the gorgon floated upwards, disappearing to carry on with her duties around the house of hades. “yes, thank you deusa. i’ll… be seeing you then.” the two of you moved on, the prince gently nudging you at the sight of a specific fury nursing a drink.

she stood alone, her whip holstered. on her face she wore a small scowl. “ah, must not be in the best of moods because of earlier…” zagreus winced, looking to you with worry written on his face. you shook your head, “nothing i can’t handle zag, besides, there’s a warrant on your head, not mine.” you jested lightly, earning a soft chuckle from the male. “true that. well, it’s best you go alone then. i’ll watch from afar.”

your heart hammered in your chest as you looked to meg, the fury sensing your stare shortly after. with narrowed eyes, she locked onto zagreus. you watched her face twist into a sneer, “tch.” she scoffed, setting her cup down. eventually, she looked to you. you could only hope she couldn’t hear your racing heart. “zagreus and the new godling. to what do i owe the displeasure?” 

you and zagreus shared a look, the prince giving a small nod. “zageus was… just on his way, and i wanted to check in on you.” you told the fury, stepping forward to stand before her. meg raised a brow, “to… check in on me?” she repeated slowly, a hint of confusion laced in her voice. behind you, zagreus departs with a few pats on your back and he mouths a ‘good luck’ to you.

“yeah- er, yes. you looked like you were in a bad mood so…” you trailed off, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck. your gaze slowly drifted to the ground. meg eyed you up and down for a moment, a long sigh leaving the woman as she turned to take another sip from her drink. “i’m… fine. zagreus just- eugh, the nerve of that prince irks me.” she seethed, shaking her head. you chuckled softly, waving to the shade behind the counter for a drink of your own.

“that sounds like a light way of putting it.” you murmured, thanking the shade-chef with a nod. the sweet taste of nectar soothed you, meg watching as you drank the gold-colored liquid. “well, i’m all ears for whatever you’d like to talk about.” you told her now, looking at the fury with a kind smile. she blinked a few times before nodding, “thanks…” meg murmured. she stared at her drink for a moment before glancing back over to you.

perhaps you wouldn’t be as bad as she thought you would be.

[chouxtranslations]

Shizun 017 - Job at the door

The next day, Lu Yunzhen woke up feeling refreshed. 

Ever since he turned down Mo Changkong’s original offer of waiting on him every morning and evening, Mo Changkong has figured out other ways to serve his Shizun. Every morning he would line up at the supermarket to buy discount eggs (a little over 2 yuan for half a kilo, limit 2 kilo per customer). It was great for making tea eggs, omlettes, scrambled eggs, and egg dumplings, the only issue is that it’s not quite enough food… 

And now, Jin Yunu is here. 

Mo Changkong took out an enchanted umbrella made of shade beast hide from his seed space, which can stop sun damage for creasures such as skin painting demons, so that he could do chores during the day. 

Shade beasts went extinct ages ago, there aren’t many of these umbrellas left in the world…

Jin Yunu was touched to the point of tears and was ready to spill his organs, whatever Mo Changkong wanted. 

Thus, Mo Changkong took him to buy eggs together, even telling Jin Yunu to switch to different skins in the washroom so he can line up a few more times…. 

The two of them returned home loaded with discount eggs. 

Lu Yunzhen had finished washing up by then and was very happy at the harvest. After asking everyone for their opinions he went to the kitchen and made a massive batch of crepes. 

Everyone was very full. 

Lu Yunzhen has also left the small funk he was in the day before. It was unfortunate that he asked for little money for capturing a skin painting demon and left a lot on the table, but being a person means to be solid. He’s a stem major, how could he rely on the supernatural to make money? 

The most important thing is, he thought it through. 

He’s met three evil spirits in his 20 years of life, and he was only paid once! If he counted on exorcisms to make a living he’d starve even if he charged 5 figures each time! 

“We can’t take wicked shortcuts, to study well is the righteous path.” The Wujian Peak sect leader announced to his disciple and servant. “I’m going to talk to my advisor to see if there’s any projects I can work on, get more experience, get a good job after I graduate, and work from 9 to 9 as a code money. A 5 figure monthly salary isn’t a dream!” 

There were a few people he knew from the program who have 7 figure yearly salaries now. They’re all winners at life and it’s so inspiring! 

He’s going to use his own hard working hands and lead his household to prosperity! 

Mo Changkong applauded seriously, “Shizun is correct.” 

Jin Yunu had lived in wealthy households and has seen extravance. He looked at the previous treasure in his hands, then the countless spirit stones in the house, and only felt confused… He felt like the sect leader had some rather strange goals… is this some special godly way of cultivating? 

Mo Changkong glanced at him coldly. 

Jin Yunu knew his place and didn’t dare to disagree. He immediately clapped, “That’s wonderful, sect leader! This one has benefitted so much from you wisdom it was worth 10 years of study!” 

Lu Yunzhen was practically floating from all the praise. 

Jin Yunu respectfully walked his sect leader and master to the school, then stayed at home to clean up, absorb some spiritual power, and light himself a little scented candle for a snack. 

It was a wonderful little life. 

…

Lu Yunzhen has great grades and has studied a lot of stuff on the side to help with his post graduation job hunt. He can do most types of code money jobs. 

However, programming jobs are often outsourced to an outsources. By the time it gets to a student they turn into hard work for little money. Not to mention there are many monks for very little gruel, and everyone has to fight for it. 

Things like app development requires time and resources, and success depends on luck. 

Heh, intangible things such as luck… 

Lu Yunzhen is the kind of person could get water stuck on his teeth. He gets a stomach ache every time he has a test and has been forced to be the kind of person who puts a medical kit in his backpack whenever he has an important test. 

All of his advisor’s projects were already gobbled up by his upper classmen, and the few suitable jobs online were also grabbed in a blink. 

Lu Yunzhen posted in his class group chat and in friend circles, saying that he wanted to take a computer related job. He was very personable and everyone happily agreed to keep an eye out for him. 

2 classes passed by in a blink. 

During the break, Luo Xiaopang squeezed in by Lu Yunzhen’s side and patted him on the shoulder. “Hey, you honour student. Why do you keep looking out and laughing like an idiot today?” 

Lu Yunzhen replied, “I’m looking at my friend.” 

Mo Changkong had followed him to school and was sitting underneath the gingko tree outside the window. He had worn a baseball cap and was playing games on Jin Yunu’s phone. Weirdly, even though he’s so eye catching no one passing by seemed to notice him. 

Luo Xiaopang followed his gaze out but there was nothing underneath the tree. There were a group of cute girls practicing cheerleading on the nearby field though, they seemed very energetic. 

He grinned and shoved at Lu Yunzhen, “Bro, look at your face. Do you have a crush?” 

Lu Yunzhen was a face full of confusion, “What?” 

Mo Changkong saw that Shizun had noticed him and walked over to explain. “Is something the matter, Shizun? I was worried about causing trouble and used a camouflage spell.” 

Luo Xiaopang couldn’t see him and kept on asking. “Yunzhen, which girl are you looking at? The one in blue? Aiya, she fell.” 

Lu Yunzhen didn’t know how to explain, so he just played possum. 

Luo Xiaopang kept giggling. 

Mo Changkong pushed down the boiling flames of jealousy and asked with an awful look, “Shizun… has someone he fancies?” 

Lu Yunzhen felt his heart get hairy from the terrifying stare and immediately explained. “No.” 

“No what?” Luo Xiaopang saw his bro was strangely nervous and thought he figured things out. He kept on joking around. “If you’re not looking at the girls, then are you looking at a guy? I heard from Liao xuejie that…” 

There was a bunch of track and field students sweating on the sports field. 

Luo Xiaopang’s joke has gone too far. 

“What are you saying? Do you still want to copy my homework?!” Lu Yunzhen was so embarrassed he was getting mad. He ignored the look on Mo Changkong’s face and strongly slapped Luo XIaopang on the back of the head, scolding, “Don’t start nonsense with Liao xuejie. She draws danmei comics and is looking for material everywhere. She even started shipping the two tomcats at the school and it’s even popular online…. How could I like men?!” 

Just because he doesn’t have a girlfriend it doesn’t mean he’s looking for a boyfriend! 

“Zhen bro, my bad.” Luo Xiaopang immediately pleaded for mercy. “You’re as straight as steel, you only like women, and those with a tough life at that!” 

Lu Yunzhen hit him two more times and then let him go. But then he turned around and saw that Mo Changkong was looking even worse. His eyes were almost filled with despair, as if he was about to eat someone in the next second…

What happened? 

Lu Yunzhen was panicking, he combed over what was just said but couldn’t figure out what’s wrong. In the end he waited for Luo Xiaopang to start playing his game and quietly asked, “You… don’t like having a Shiniang?” 

Mo Changkong took a deep breath, “No.” 

Lu Yunzhen panicked even more, explaining, “There’s no girl I like.” 

“That is fine.” Mo Changkong pushed out a terrifying smile while gritting his teeth. “I have improved myself, I won’t do bad things or hinder Shizun’s feelings anymore. Shizun can like whoever he likes, there is no need to worry about this disciple…” 

Lu Yunzhen is panicking more and more. 

He felt like a little frog that was being stared at by a giant python. Something bad might happen if he kept on saying the wrong answer but he thought until his head broke and couldn’t figure out what’s the right answer. 

Mo Changkong noticed that his suppressed evil nature was trying to come out again, with images of the school being destroyed flashing in his brain. Again and again, he harshly pushed the thought down. 

The bloody aura of the world ending demon was slowly flowing out. 

Lu Yunzhen got a flash of inspiration. “Don’t worry, when I look for a partner I’ll get your approval first! If you don’t like it then I’ll be single!” 

The bloody aura stopped. 

The terrifying feeling of oppression disappeared like it was nothing. The sky was blue, the clouds were white, nothing happened at all… 

Mo Changkong asked quietly, “That’s not appropriate, is it?” 

“It’s right.” Lu Yunzhen finally understood and answered honestly. “You’re my disciple from my previous life and a member of the family. If we’re adding people to the household how could this teacher not consider your opinions?” 

SIngle parents looking for relationships have to think about their children! Even more so if it’s a demon with a strange personality who’s not used to other people!

Mo Changkong was finally satisfied and went back to playing his game under the tree. 

Lu Yunzhen looked at his cheerful silhouette and felt deeply once more… He probably had no chance of getting married this life… 

He thought about how to explain at his grandpa’s grave that he took in a demon disciple and thus has to stay single and not get a granddaughter in law for him. 

Grandpa’s a good guy, he’ll understand, right? 

While he was thinking all that nonsense he heard cursing from his classmates. 

“Fuck! The server died again!” 

“What broken game is this?! It keeps dying!?” 

“We should use the devs as human sacrifice!” 

“I could program better than them with my feet!” 

“...” 

Lu Yunzhen rubbernecked a bit and saw that it was the game named Hero that Mo Changkong was playing the previous day. The game was well made with fun mechanics, and the beta was super hyped. A lot of classmates had been talking about it lately. 

But, the backend quality didn’t match the game contents at all, with the connectivity and saving issues. The game company kept issuing maintenance notices, causing the players to curse at them. 

Lu Yunzhen didn’t play games and didn’t care. He kept on looking for new jobs. 

Suddenly, Long Jingtian sent him a message on wechat. “Master Lu, are you there?” 

Lu Yunzhen replied, “Yes.” 

Long Jingtian carefully asked, “I saw your friend circle post, it seems like you want a job involving computers?” 

After the demon incident, he was scolded many times by his father. His father said that Master Lu is a hidden taoist with great morals, that meeting him was the kind of fortune that would make smoke come out of his ancestors. He had to maintain a good relationship with the master, otherwise he had no shot at a lambo. 

Long Jingtian had no idea how to deal with sects, not to mention he didn’t have a phone number or address, only a weibo account. He asked his friends and everyone had the same suggestion: find another case, invite the master out, and build the relationship. 

Thus, Long Jingtian spent day and night sending out the same message in dozens of groups. “Has anyone gotten hit with bad luck lately? Come find me!” 

Ignoring all the joking around in the groups, everyone knows that the Long family was very rich and there was still a lot of people who wants to suck up to him. After asking for more details they looked for all sorts of ways to find an incident. 

There’s power to a crowd. 

In the end, they finally found it…

Long Jingtian asked, “Master, do you know about servers? I have an issue related to that.”

Lu Yunzhen was excited, “I know!” 

Let it be website building, server management, code writing, bug fixing, or system security, he knew it all. Whenever there was a contest at school he always won some kind of prize. His only problem was that he had bad luck and few chances to show off. If a fuerdai like Longjingtian brought him a job that means there’s no middleman and he could make a lot! And build his reputation at that! 

Long Jingtian said, “I have a middleschool classmate whose family has been making games. But the server keeps having problems and they just can’t seem to fix it. She wanted to invite Master Lu for an exorcism.” 

“...” 

He wanted to block this moron. 

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A while back on Reddit, I saw a post that asked ‘list your favourite and least favourite thing about every Kingdom Hearts game. And I thought that seemed like a pretty fun thought experiment. So I wrote down my own answer to that here: The best and worst thing about every Kingdom Hearts game (that I’ve played):

Kingdom Hearts 1 (my personal favourite)

The best thing: I’m tempted to say the story, because I think 1 does an especially good job at telling its otherwise simple story through the gameplay. But instead I’ll go for the general gameplay structure. KH1 is the only game in the series to remind me of a Zelda game. Instead of going all in on action RPG combat through hallway maps, the level design combines combat, exploration, puzzle solving and even platforming. No other game in the series has even attempted this since (KH3 came closest). And it greatly adds to the immersion. I would’t say any KH game has quite made you feel like you’re going through Disney worlds entirely. But KH1 is the closest and kinda reminds me of wandering through Disney theme parks. That immersion also adds to the sense of atmosphere, which is easily at it’s best on this game

The worst thing: The camera/controls. Platforming may be a nice splash of variety, but it’s a lot less less fun when it doesn’t actually control well. Sometimes it just feels like you’re being asked to do things the controls can’t reliably pull off. And the zoomed in camera makes combat visibility much worse. KH1 is already one of the tougher games in the series and this exacerbates that for the wrong reasons.

Kingdom Hearts Re:Chain of Memories

The best thing: The story. Sora and Riku are tested in new ways that showcase new sides to their characters. This was a good introduction for the Organization into the series. Marluxia is chilling as a main threat, and we get my boi Axel and my girl Larxene. They feel like a genuine threat and are mysterious but not exhaustingly vague. Donald and Goofy get proper character stuff for once. Riku’s arc is a standout that begins to subvert the series’ very black and white depiction of Light and Darkness in a way the series frankly hasn’t even attempted since.

The worst thing: The combat. I like customising decks but the actual combat falls apart in execution. Sleights are either godly, or pathetically weak with no inbetween. And every fight feels the same as they generally consist of spamming the same OP sleights in order to win…assuming the RNG gods bless you with the cards to actually pull off those sleights reliably.

Kingdom Hearts 2:

The best thing: The combat. God the gameplay in 2 is so good. You have so many more options than in the first game and practically all of them are viable. And Critical Mode especially practically demands that you know how to use all your tools effectively if you want to make it through. The controls and general flow are on point. It’s sharp, it’s kinetic, it has a low skill floor but a high skill ceiling. Absolutely superb.

The worst thing: The level design. Sadly 2 is where the series got so focused on combat that it turned into a hallway simulator. Instead of bringing back puzzles, platforming and exploration with the better controls, the game just cuts them out instead. This streamline the game sure, but now it lacks a lot of the flavour. And of course, this is largely done because your movement abilities are all tied to Drive forms, making them entirely optional, which I don’t think was a good move at all.

Haven’t played Days so no comment:

Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep:

The best thing: The soundtrack. This might be my favourite OST in the series. Aqua’s theme, Rage Awakened, Dismiss, Unbreakable Chains, a fantastic set of overworld themes (with Enchanted Dominion being my favourite). It’s varied, it’s evocative. It’s Yoko Shimomura firing on all cylinders.

The worst thing: The repetition. On a macro level, doing all 3 campaigns is very tedious. Terra, Aqua and Ventus’ stories aren’t distinct enough to make playing them feel varied. They all blur together outside of a few good moments. On a micro level, this version of the Command Deck has all the same problems as Re:COM. It’s shallow. easily broken, too dependent on RNG, and makes every fight feel the same.

Haven’t played Coded.

Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance (my least favourite not counting the mobile games)

The best thing: Symphony of Sorcery. One of, if not the best Disney worlds in the entire series. A fantastic musical gimmick to its sound design that makes the world feel weird and abstract in a way I wish more of DDD’s levels were. Actual platforming and light puzzle solving for the first time since KH1. And some good character stuff, including letting us see a younger Mickey, and the iconic Dearly Beloved scene between Sora and Riku.

The worst thing: The story. If you follow me, you’ve heard me give this rant before. A mess that constantly finds new ways to meander and waste your time, spends half its runtime nostalgically pandering to the previous games instead of doing anything new and butchers most of the characters. People give this game flack for the time travel but there frankly the least of my problems. The dream world premise screams wasted potential too. The only good thing is some very cute interactions between Sora and Riku, but both of them are so flanderised that even that feels hollow.

Dropped Union Cross after 200 or so chapters and just watched the cutscenes. TLDR, New characters are fun but the gacha is disgustingly invasive.

Kingdom Hearts 3:

The best thing: The variety. 3 bucks the trend of the handheld games with their heavy linearity and repetitive encounters with the most varied experience by far. You have more options in combat than ever, which means every encounter can be approached differently. It’s not quite as well balanced as 2, but I love just how much is at your disposal. The level design is FINALLY more open and closer in style to the first game and there’s just enough world gimmicks and minigames to spice things up. Exploring the sea in the Caribbean is easily my favourite of these gimmicks.

The worst thing: The pacing. I won’t say the story itself as my thoughts are very complicated and tbf, I don’t think BBS, DDD or X did a very good job setting up this finale. But 3’s pacing of its story is inexcusable. This game uses the exact same structure as DDD, and much like that game, it wastes your time. Clearing a world gets you a few cutscenes carrying on a couple of disparate plot threads, you get an Organization encounter mid world if you’re lucky, and everything else is crammed together at the very end. This game had FAR too much story to wrap up to afford to waste time like this. A restructuring of the first half alone to decompress the climax and allow for more character moments would do this story wonders, for all its other faults.

Haven’t played Melody of Memory.

And there you have it. The biggest pros and cons of each Kingdom Hearts game I’ve played. Which hopefully doubles as a kind of mini summary if my thoughts on the series as a whole. Feel free to reblog and tell me your favourite and least favourite parts of these games. I’d be interested to hear!

[hewholivesinhisname]

The Goddess and her sexual control system

So, there's an economic control system in place of course. With bitcoin that will turn into brainchips and land ownership, funding wars in the name of god and so on and so forth. The economic system keeps people poor, desperate, sells them horrible crap and while capital is mobile all over the world, the people are generally locked into their nations of origin which is why I am basically a diehard leftist in some ways despite wanting to be world emperor.

Now, to go along with that though there's a whole sexual control system though based on sexual and relationship poverty particularly for the men but is ultimately based upon intergenerational child abuse teaching children that might is right, to blame men for everything and so on and so forth.

Now how it works is that instead of just hiring all the men and then giving the women a wide choice of men to pick, they make sure that only a narrow class of secret society members have steady employment in each generation. So they put up a few guys at the top and then say "this is patriarchy"

You know, so Warren Buffett and Elon Musk or whatever have a bunch of money so OF COURSE, this must be patriarchy, right? and in a traditional society if you have a lot of priests and guys like Donald Trump talking about God or whatever then of course the society must be godly as well. Right? Wrong. this is called Apex Fallacy, the fallacy of assuming that just because a society has a few people at the top that it is one way or the other.

This works though all throughout the world both because most nationals never suspect that their kings and priests serve an international elite answering to a goddess and also because people tend to look up and even if they are poor, they like what they see at the top and think "if I could do that, that's what I would do" and you know, many of them sadly would.

So, on the surface, things can look really godly, they can look patriarchal. They can look good and usually there is some form of extreme monotheism with a lot of thought control behind it. Under the surface though, it's not like that at all. All the religions and nations are constantly at war with each other and all this war destroys truth. the international bankers fund all the war and the men tend to fall for it in general because it's complicated, technological and maybe magical as well. They also get really laid in with the god brainwashing, the general patriotism and belief in their particular religion and/or race and the desire to protect women and children.

Throughout all the worlds though, secret societies exist which are always international and which thrive on polytheism, goddess worship in particular because that's who is at the top, secret technology and knowledge and horrific child abuse.

At the highest levels, i think that there is some supercomputer that many of them obey because a lot of these guys and girls and god-knows-what are really narcissistic and they tend to be selfish so tehy are organized based on might, on obedience to this computer and there's probably a lot of brainwashed zealots at many levels who think they are doing the will of god, probably many who think that they ARE god actually. The Bhagavad Gita hints at this saying that Krsna is actually god but that Brahma is under some brainwash to think that he is god.

Now, at the very, very, very top is the goddess. The one who lives in Somerville, frequents Salem and who runs the world from Ohio- Parma and Seven Hills in particular. Seven Hills is a biblical reference and when I was there there was a bunch of strange lights all over the town in various houses as if the townsfolk were signalling each other.

If you watch how the system operates. It protects money and the power of money to do whatever the fuck it wants. However, it protects female power much more strongly and if you notice almost no women are sent to jail ever even for things that most people find horrific such as throwing kids down stairs, violence and so on and so forth.

Zapruder Film Restored HD (youtube.com)

Do you remember this? Look at the video. It's pretty clear what is happening. Jackie shoots Kennedy. His brains are blown out as if he is struck from the direction that Jackie is in and that can only happen if Jackie had the gun that shot him and shot him close range.

However, despite the obvious video evidence that Jackie shot Kennedy, almost no "conspiracy theorists" are talking about it even though there is a million other conspiracy theories going on. So, what do you think it is about?

Well, it's not the Jews. Jackie is an Onassis who is greek, not a Jew. That's another thing that conspiracy theorists love to do which is to try to pin all the conspiracies on "the Jews" which is why it is so easy for a few "fake jews" to ruin everything for the rest of us.

No, what it is is that the average person and the establishment in general doesn't want to talk about women being evil. In the popular imagination which is propped up by a million stories, videogames, movies and such it is the man who is always the 'bad guy.'

If you pay attention though, all throughout society, it is female power, gynocentrism which is held up. The right of women to do whatever the fuck they want and so when a woman assassinates a president in cold blood, people's psychological programming is so tight that they can't even see it and must make up a thousand fairy tales so as not to pin the blame on the woman.

In the prison system, the left notices when 22% of the prison population is black. However, when 99% of the prison population is male, they attribute this male bad behavior rather than the system systematically going around and throwing men in particular in prison. Most of the violent jobs if you notice such as guards, soldiers and police are given to the men while non-violent caring jobs such as nurses and teachers are given to women.

The underlying message that is usually given to people is that it's a violent and dangerous world out there and so we need the men to always be in these violent roles so as to "protect" the women and children. However, once the men are in these roles, they are then blamed by other men . So men are supposed to be violent and controlling or something, but then are treated as dangerous threats if they are violent and controlling.

Women are naturally attuned to secrets and the truth is that secrets are the "natural" way for women to rule. All the really secret societies are not out in the public. Of that I am sure. The Masons, the Illuminati, the Oddfellows. All these secret societies filled with men who are corrupt and who violently torture children are just like level one. All the really secret ones are all women and they are secret enough that no one knows about them.

Now when people earn money or obey orders or whatever and even when they go to church. they don't know that they are obeying the goddess. honestly, it's probably better if everyone were to start praising and worshipping her instead of God because I don't think anyone is really doing what god wants. They just have a religion and do what the religion says to do. None of the priests report to god, not the real one at least. They all in one way or another end up reporting to someone who reports to the goddess.

Bizarrely enough of course, people are sexist enough to think that no woman could be so smart and powerful enough to actually be in charge. The myth of female weakness, stupidity and innocence is so strong that I don't think anyone really understands just how powerful a woman can get and even if they did many of them are so gynocentric that they would probably brag about how women are at the center of everything.

Again and again, I hear so much negativity about men, but you know, the men themselves really fucking suck. The poor men in particular. The criminals or whatever in the Jails. They do not want to work together to increase the standing of the poor, criminals or men. They would rather remain divided fighting each other forever or something than work together to build a better world.

Now, I'm god's real agent here. Everyone ought to be working together with me to build a better world. However, I don't have an elaborate number system or whatever. I don't look big and strong. I don't tell the men what they want to hear like Donald Trump. I'm pretty sure I'm doomed to be a supervillain or whatever because the press is going to frame every single attempt I make at saving people or making things better as "violence" and "evil"

you know, when a man is in charge it's a "tyranny", right? When the rich are in charge, that's not a tyranny, that's just "democracy." Lord how I hate democracy although a lot of these so-called emperors and dictators aren't real leaders. Finding one corrupt man to run a government is not hard as it turns out.

So, this is about the sexual control system. That's what I said it would be and right next door to Seven Hills is "Parma" which is a reference to "pizza", master pizza is in Parma and that's a child sex reference as is the Panda Express. in case you don't know, apparently when you sodomize a young child hard they get black eyes. Thus "panda" references are referring to sodomizing children. classy, huh?

Now, with women of course, a lot of them want to be sex slaves. Maybe they don't say it outright, but the female fantasy or whatever is being in a harem of other women with a powerful and dominant guy. many women, when they find a guy with a lot of prestige, money or authority will readily throw away their loser boyfriend and get with him.

This drives a lot of the dysfunction because when you get some guy or other who runs around slaughtering all the other guys and/or doing all sorts of evil shit to get rich and powerful. The women, rather than doing the right thing and avoid this guy like the plague like to indulge their fantasy and marry him and many women, you know, they also like to abuse children. So they have children with one leader or secret society member or another and then abuse the children. it is no surprise that the police and military have the highest rates of rape and spousal abuse and the women often will not leave because they get societal status.

And you know, with the novels or whatever that are popular these days with women. This fantasy of a powerful rich guy protecting them from the "riff raff" of the world is quite popular and really amounts to a dark and negative female fantasy which is mirroed in all the kids shows for boys where the guy is running around shooting everything in existence and "saving the princess."

So, you get these heroes, or at least the story is that they are heroes or whatever, running around being violent, starting wars and whatever else and then these assholes have arranged marriages with their "princesses" or whatever.

Most men are kept in sexual poverty and the promise to them is that if they just earn enough money then they can get a wife. In the past and also in Africa this was institutionalized wherein the family would demand bride price from him ensuring that only the richest men could afford wives, especially since the African men really value that status as a man with multiple wives. So you get all these low status men who want wives and families but can't get them.

The Incel Armies of Africa Nobody's Talking About (youtube.com)

This is probably the reason that Africa never took off. In China, you also have polygamy, but it was restricted to the emperor and maybe one or two other people and you had monogamy for the rest of them. So, what happens with the institution of monogamy is that you suddenly get a lot of men who have real reasons to invest in the society.

Europe or America has never really endorsed full male employment though and continues the tradition of starting wars to get rid of their excess men. That's basically been the gameplan for what to do with men from the beginning and in the end which is to start a zillion wars, usually based off of ethnic or religious conflict so the guys are always fighting with each other and then the women, particularly the upper class women can pick the winners.

And of course, you know, maybe the most violent, warlike men, the men who like to slaughter everyone else- you know maybe that guy might not be the best father and husband all the time. and then you get all these myths about how horrid guys are and so on and so forth.

Now, the myth the feminists like to bandy around is that this is all "oppression", but i think it's worth saying that it's mostly upheld by female choice. the women give in to their hypergamous instincts and choose the winners of contests and they don't choose the losers. then these guys turn out to be violent, oppressive greedy maniacs and they blame "patriarchy."

Who do we not blame? Ah yes, that would be the women marrying all these Napoleons, Trumps, Buffetts, Gates and Musks. Fucking the soldiers and police and so on and so forth. According to the feminists, it's always the men's fault even though it's the women who basically run the schools and hospitals and who are now brainwashing all the kids to think the world is overpopulated and giving them poisonous vaccines which make them autistic.

But one thing IS true which is that women are easily swayed by things and the person doing the swaying. The person at the top of the whole hierarchy is the goddess. She's the one who is profitting from all this poverty, sexual poverty, loneliness and such. The reason you don't see her clearly labelled and such is that all her power is based off of getting people to do things without knowing that it's her they are doing them for....or, well, perhaps there's at least some guys near the top who do know and who are fighting each other like mad for her affection. her animal is the owl which is why in bohemian grove you see that owl statue.

At the higher levels though. Sexual blackmail always works. These sadistic pedophiles and such. They are easily controlled because they are never honest and present a "Wholesome" picture to the world which, if it were ever shattered, would send them to the abyss all the more so because many of them are gay or transgender and the general public would be shocked that they were actually not the man who they thought they were.

it takes much more for the women of course, but since women tend to like to be sexually deviant anyway, I'm sure that they just set them up with a demon, an animal or maybe also have shit on them abusing children. it takes more to take down a woman thanks to the social power of women but I'm sure it is done.

I'm pretty sure that a lot of purity culture is imposed on the public, because at the top a lot of these women are OLDER women and they fucking hate and despise younger women because they know that their husbands and men in general find younger women in general more attractive and they don't want to share. So, although I'm against feminism in some ways, i think the destigmatizing of female sexuality is actually part of the solution here because it's this Virgin/Whore dichotomy that often is used to keep younger women down and this whole upside down world in place.

I think the natural thing really is just to see God and men in general as the authorities and if people aren't brainwashed enough that's probably exactly what they see. Everyone should cooperate whether they are one race or another and that cooperation should go along the lines that god desires. People are constantly fighting against this world though because there's so much money, power and authority to lose and also because the current high status of "Women" would be in Jeopardy. Other reasons too such as the ending of the power of the priests, the end of the progress narrative with all the robots etc. etc. but the main person standing in the way is the one with all the power who is the Queen Of Heaven. the queen B surrounded by her drones.

The more you get into who really controls the world, the more you will start seeing venus symbolism, B's, bumble, etc. etc. right up and "higher" than all the religious symbolism for god. the other day I went to the peace pagoda and sure enough it looked like a beehive. Daniel thought there was a secret way to get in and something was inside there.

it's pretty obvious that the rich have it better than the poor. it's not always obvious of course that the governments of the world are actually in the pockets of the corporations and bribe these guys to do what they want. what isn't so obvious, especially thanks to feminism is that it is actually the men who are oppressed.

Joblessness in men is epidemic. men die on average ten years earlier than women. Black men in particular are thrown in jail in record numbers these days whereas black women have some of the highest educational achievement in America. courts award custody of children and side in a woman's favor almost all of the time. laws are crafted so as to give the woman power in deciding whether sex is rape and discretion on whether to send . As luxbunn points out, it's considered horrific for a female child to be molested but a boy who is molested, especially by a woman is considered "lucky."

Often extreme sexual abuse is linked in with the mixing up of male and female and with hidden transgenderism. At some point I'll go into what I think is happening with transgenderism, but suffice to say I don't think trans people are bad, but I think that a lot of the surgeries and the brainwashing of children is pretty rough. There's a whole industry popping up in the medical world that is very dangerous and predatory on the trans community but transgenderism and the desire to control children's gender at the top is very much linked to horrific sexual abuse.

Trans Can Be A Death Sentence (youtube.com)

and it's important to start talking about how this all works and revealing that there are people who run the money system and there is a goddess at the top running it all because the more it is examined, the less power it will have. That's the way unjust power works. If you learn enough about it and examine it enough eventually it falls apart. Not so for just power and authority, because, well, obviously everyone has to work together on things that make sense.

From a "feminine power" perspective, rape is pretty much any sex, because any and all sex usually has a power dynamic which favors the more masculine person whatever body they happen to be in. The sexuality of masculine gendered people of course has to be kept on a tight leash though and criminalized and you have to have all this mania for "sex criminals" especially all these rapists supposedly coming in from Mexico or on the streets or whatever because the mania and the "horror" of rape has to be such that any woman at any time can send a man to prison thus making all men afraid. then in prison, it's the men who end up raping each other, emasculating them and punishing them.

This is why in the secret societies the abuse of male children or male coded children is particularly cruel and sadistic and also why despite all the insane mania about protecting women and children they are not actually protected from actual sexual predators so long as they have wealth, status, power and are cooperating in the system. It's worth noting that even though they supposedly criminalize rape, their is an awful amount of rape and abuse of children going on, especially in secret and especially in these witchcraft societies and priesthoods. Most men are kept freezed out and powerless, but a minority are corrupt enough to work within the secret societies and take the perks.

So, yeah, start spreading this around and start talking about it and what can be done because I want to have children and I want future generations of children to be happy and successful and not traumatized MKUltra slaves thank you very much. It's important that everyone start learning about these religions based on secrecy because that's how the secrecy ends.

And, you're going to have to toughen up too to deal with this stuff because most people. They don't want to even look at it and would rather just engage in fantasy or whatever. Probably a lot of people have sadomasochistic urges in them somewhere and they don't quite now what's okay and what's not and there's, like a self-censorship process going on where in if we don't talk about sex then people get to not talk about their own sex life and fantasies and such. It's just hard to deal with though because a lot of it really is kind of traumatic to even talk about. We have to do it though, no matter how tough it is because reality is not going to change for the better and children are not going to be protected unless we actually protect them from these financial, sexual and spiritual predators.

[9rophet]

No Pressure

This new year is off to a good start. I backspaced the word, great to describe the start because honestly it would take a lot for me to say that wholeheartedly. However, the transition hasn’t been bad as I’ve gotten a $100 increase to my pay, handled the bills that matter (for the most part), renewed my lease, avoided issues with my car, avoided situations that were grueling, acquired some cool new additions to my closet, and I went out of my comfort zone and attended an event around like-minded creatives and got much needed feedback on my craft there. Out of all that I don’t know where to start or which one I should talk more in-depth about. I felt an urge to journal. I’m listening to Knxwledge as I do so. It’s quite calming and just this act alone is somewhat therapeutic. Speaking of therapy, I spoke to my therapist yesterday. It was good seeing him after holiday break. I’m glad we picked up as if it wasn’t even a long time without speaking. There was no awkwardness. I really appreciate my therapist. He gives the best advice & I feel I haven’t matched with a better person to get advice or a better listener than him in my life. I don’t know if I annoy him by how much I talk about myself, but I learned to not dwell on that possibility because his opinion of me would be out of my control anyway. I mentioned to him an audiobook I’ve been listening to by Kevin Hart called Monsters and How to Tame Them & so far I swear by that book. I’ve told any friend I could get on a call about it & even went as far as to sharing it on my Instagram story and Facebook newsfeed. I’ll have to listen to it in its entirety a few times before I can quote it and speak as to why I like it so much and find my own way to discuss the concepts, but so far I’m in love with it. It’s 5 hours and some change in time length, but the comedy mixed with the harsh, hard-hitting, necessary truths put my thoughts into words and makes sense of them. I express myself though graphic design and music, I used to express myself through art by drawing, which I want to pick back up, but I think what’s been the most therapeutic way to express myself is through words and philosophy from journaling to songwriting to watching video essays to listening to the aforementioned audiobooks. It can seem like a lot when I type it out and there was certain things I left out of that last sentence to not make it any longer, but together I feel like I’m becoming a more well-rounded person. There’s things from my past I regret doing and things that I beat myself up about ’til this day partly to remind myself to never make the same mistakes again and partly out of not even knowing why. I guess that second part is what I’m trying to make sense of. I do come across memes and sayings that remind me of how human that is. I guess redemption is a tale as old as time that it’s almost a cliché. I hope I can prove to the world that I’m a good man and one day, hopefully, even a great man, but it would have to start with proving that to myself first. No pressure. 

I wanted to talk about how my creative process is not organized at all. Well it might be somewhat organized as far as the steps I take to start making something new, but typing about how I express myself kept putting a word into my head; “chaos”. It’s chaotic. I think the very act of creating is making something out of nothing, pulling together resources out of the void and or different realms to make something you see fit. It’s the closest you can come to being Godly. That might sound a bit dramatic, but in the truest form of what God has done, it holds truth. You can already see where I’m going with that so I won’t delve any deeper, but only to say it’s divine and what you create can shift reality. I’m not too well-versed in the laws of the universe, but I’m pretty sure somewhere in the discussion of that, “creation” and “creativity” has a big part. I don’t know if organizing my creative process better will bring about better results, in theory it should, but the naturalness of being chaotic holds its own benefits and qualities. Random tangent.

I’ve invested into equipment that should make creating easier, it’s just a matter of pushing myself or moving myself and putting myself in the position to use it. One thing I pray to God about is that I never lose the love for doing what I enjoy. God forbid.

My love for doing what I love is greater to me than love itself (the romantic kind).

[yhwhrulz]

Today's Daily Encounter Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Working While We Wait

"As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work."1

Being a musician, I receive great encouragement listening to and singing along to worship songs. I have worship music playing regularly throughout the day, and it not only helps my attitude stay on track, but I am blessed hearing my children worship God as well. I recently heard a song by Jonathan Traylor called "The King Is On The Way". The bridge of this song says, "While we're waiting, we'll be working. We're believing the King is on the way."

These powerful lyrics got me thinking. How often do we become complacent in our work for the Lord? It is easy to become distracted with all the noise around us, and we start procrastinating what God is calling us to do right now. We begin to think that Jesus' return is farther than it is. 2 Timothy 3:1-5 says, "But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God – having a form of godliness but denying its power…" If we take an honest look around us, we see this now more than ever!

When Jesus returned to Heaven as we see in Matthew 28, he left his disciples this task: "Go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you." Go, baptize, teach… these are all action words! It was never in God's plan for us to sit back and relax until Jesus' return. Whether it be at work, school, in your neighborhood, or in your conversations on social media, we should always be incorporating God's work into everything we do. When Jesus does return, let him find us working while we waited.

Suggested prayer: Dear Lord, there is no doubt that your return is drawing near. Even knowing this, it is sad to see so many Christian's getting consumed by the world. Please guard my heart and keep me focused amidst the distractions. I want to be a faithful servant whom you find working while I awaited your return. For the remainder of my days on this earth, let my desire always be to reach one more soul for you. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. In Jesus' name, amen.

John 9:4 (NIV).

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[dark-konohagakure2]

Can I have Pain overstepping the boundaries and using his influence to turn one of his cute and very devoted civilian followers (f) into his secret, personal stress reliever/pet? She really believes in his godly image and wants to worship him (because he's going to save everyone, after all!) so he uses it a bit behind closed doors?

tw: power imbalance, idol worship, God complex, piercings, cock worship, collars, mild petplay, praise, age difference

All characters depicted are 18+

Pain is viewed as a God in the Hidden Rain Village, and he has many devoted followers who worship him like the God he is, its something that satisfies Pain, yet her never indulges in it too much, except for when it comes to a very good, devoted little follower of his, who's adoration is much more noticeable than the others'.

She's such a good little follower, always addressing him politely and looking more than happy to prostrate herself before him, she even gives Pain little offerings, although they're just silly little trinkets that a God had no use for, but Pain enjoys having such a giving disciple regardless.

Pain will even give her a gift as well, a reward for being so loyal, he'll give her a nice, pretty collar just for her! Of course the naive thing doesn't think anything of it, her doe eyes lighting up when she receives such a thoughtful gift from none other than her beloved God himself, and she vows to wear the pretty and degrading gift everyday from then on.

The Akatsuki leader finds himself growing all the more attached to his adoring follower, in fact he likes her so much that he'll invite her to his very own living quarters for a very intimate worship session between just the two of them, he already knows she'd do anything for him, so he wants to put her faith to the test in the most pleasurable way possible.

"Now, let's see how deep your devotion goes, little pet... I want you to worship every single inch of my being, starting with right here..."

His Rinnegan eyes will remain fixed on her as she eagerly worships her body, her eager mouth exploring his cock, balls, and thighs, her tongue moving like an overeager yet inexperienced puppy as she tentatively licks the piercings on his shaft, doing her very best to pleasure her domineering God.

Pain won't talk much when she's 'worshipping' him, only speaking when it's to praise her and guide her along, or to reprimand her if she does something wrong while handling his most sensitive body parts, he'll also tell her that she should he honored, as other residents of the Hidden Rain could only dream to even lay a finger on Pain.

Pain will even deign to touch her with his own hands, gently stroking her hair and occasionally tugging on her leash, admiring the way she had kept the collar on everyday since he gave it to her. He won't be rough with her unless she's doing things wrong, but she won't mind either way, believing that everything her Lord does to her is completely deserved and just his divine judgement.

Pain will quietly gasp and groan as he finishes, cumming inside of her willing mouth. He's never came inside of anyone before her, so the fact that a godly figure such as himself would cum in such an innocent and simpleminded girl's mouth makes her feel very special, a notion that Pain will affirm.

"Good girl, little one. You've done a splendid job at providing your loyalty. If you continue being so dutiful, perhaps I'll plant my seed deep inside of you next time..."

Pain is a very busy man, leading both an entire village and a dangerous terrorist organization, but regardless of all the duties on his shoulders, Pain finds himself making more and more time to spend with his new pet.

[madewithonerib]

8.] Giftedness Not Yardstick of Christianity

Secondly, I have to tell you some other people —there's some of you now & here's the irony:

     There's some of you who are not very gifted      and you know it, you are not very articulate      —nobody's asking you to be a leader & you      know that you get cast down & you say

     “oh you know I'll never be able to lead a      Bible study or I'll never be able to do this

     I'll never you know be elected to this or      that—I'm not very gifted in some strange      but very important way

…………………………………………………………………      you are falling prey to the very same mistake      that Paul talks about here. If you use gifts as      the yardstick of Christianity. …………………………………………………………………

Here's what I want to say to you:

Do you not realize that gifts are always limited?

Okay some of you have speaking gifts, but you're only going to be so good a speaker—some of you have leadership, you're going to be so much of a leader.

You might be a great leader in Redeemer, you're probably not going to be John wesley, and you're probably not going to change the world with a new denomination!

You get why?!

8.1] Look on the Bright Side

     Because some people are gifted more than      other people—gifts have a limit, but do you      know? Listen the grace in your heart has      unlimited potential!!!

Anybody in this room could not be a good speaker, or a good leader, or whatever—but anybody who's a Christian in this room could be the most godly saint of the century.

   •  You could be the most loving person    •  You could be the most humble person    •  You could be the most gracious person

You could become a person — that everybody around you—all the people who work with you are astonished at your courage/sweetness/wisdom/love!!!

Anybody in this room & don't you realize that's what changes the world?! Yes miracles is a test that GOD was present. [32:56] https://youtu.be/3DRE5kgbYjU?t=1977

—but JESUS says in John 17, “If you love one another, then the world will know..”

8.2] What is going to change the world?

     If you cultivate in your heart      the love of JESUS CHRIST

So that you become famous whether people believe what you believe or not:

   •  famous at work    •  famous in your family    •  famous in your neighborhood    •  famous in your apartment building

………………………………………………………………… For being the most loving, compassionate, humble, & gracious person anybody knows. Anyone who's a Christian here could go through the roof on that! …………………………………………………………………

There's no limit!

You can get all the way to JESUS

Don't you realize you could be actually an ungifted speaker—but if you are godly and holy you'll always be interesting.

You might be an ungifted therapist but if you are a godly and holy person, you will change lives! You might be a lousy delegator & a terrible organizer & you don't have leadership gifts

     but if you are godly & loving, everyone      will follow you — that is what changes      things & for you to say

     “well I don't know what I am, I'm never      going to be like _________“ then you're      doing the very same thing Paul says

You can have all these abilities & be nothing!

Love is the only miracle!

Love is the miracle above all the miracles!

8.3] What is the Gospel?

There's one last group to say something to; there's some of you who are here—who are saying,

“Wait a minute, I'm trying to live a pretty good life —you're telling me what?”

     See there's some of you, who really do      not understand the Gospel at all & what      Paul is saying to you is

     You could give your body to be burned      & you could give all your money away      for the poor—but what you have really       got to do is give your heart to the LORD      in response to the Gospel

What's the Gospel?

Very simple. Why did JESUS CHRIST come to Earth? Because HE loved us, HIS power & HIS holiness isn't what drove HIM down here.

     just as the essence of Christianity is not      power—but love, not gifts but grace! So      the essence of GOD is not HIS power but      HIS love.

HIS power didn't drive HIM down here, it was HIS love & what did HE do? How did HE save us?

On the cross..

You say “HE died, do you mean just HIS physical death?” Well you say HE was punished, but how was HE punished?

Don't you know what happened?!

   •  HE lost the love of HIS FATHER    •  HE was forsaken “MY GOD! MY GOD!       Why hast THOU forsaken ME?!

Anybody in this room, who's ever lost the love of somebody—who has, maybe if your whole life had orbited around somebody, & that person rejected you..now you never get over that.

But the pain in your life compared to what JESUS went through, on the cross — is like a peashooter compared to a nuclear warhead.

………………………………………………………………… For the love of us, JESUS lost that love on the cross — that pain was poured into HIS heart, and HE was devastated on the cross for us. …………………………………………………………………

Now if you look at the love of CHRIST—only HIS love can explain HIM. If you look at the love that sent HIM down here & the love that HE lost because of the love that HE had [for us]

     As you get melted with that, you give your      heart—you don't say okay what do I have to      do to get to Heaven.

You don't say that.

You say: I don't love my LORD, my SAVIOUR. I don't love my GOD with all my heart, soul, strength, and mind; I don't love my neighbor as myself. [36:15] 

I don't have a love, so I'm convicted by that [my lack of love for others]!

………………………………………………………………… I see the love that drove HIM down here & I see the love that HE lost. In other words, love is the essence of the faith! Love is the essence of HIM, & the more you see the love that HE showed, the more you will find that love growing in your life. …………………………………………………………………

Don't be a noisy gong!

All the doing without love is noise to GOD, instead say, “Come THOU fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing THY grace.” [36:40] 

9.] Let's pray

Our FATHER, we ask now that YOU would help us to see as we give YOU ourselves — that it is YOUR love which drove YOUR SON, and now it's YOUR love that should drive us.

Help us to see that.

Bring us to YOUR feet, help us to repent, & do what we need to do — so we can live the lives that YOUR servant Paul is calling us to.

We ask it in JESUS's Name, Amen

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[tradraine]

Self-Care Ideas for Young Tradfems! ♡

In a modern age that believes in teaching young girls to be ‘girl bosses’ and ‘sexuality liberated’, it can become easy to be disillusioned/depressed and want to give up on your dream of finding your beloved husband. But, it’s very important to remember that before a girl can care for a family and spouse, she has to care for herself. As a young tradfem, here are some of the things I do to keep out of my disillusionment and to feel happy and feminine! ♡

((Also I apologize for poor English I’m not a native speaker))

Write down baby names, go to stores and look at all the adorable baby clothes and accessories

This had helped me keep my eyes on my goal of motherhood so much! It’s really nice to imagine the details of the wonderful godly family in your future.

Clean your bedroom daily and decorate it with your own feminine, aesthetic dream

This one is great for preparation to become a wife one day. Organizing up your personal space and decorating it to your liking not only shows you are ready to take care of a household, but that you have a feminine creativity.

Pray/take part in your religion

It can be anything from a rosary or a prayer before bed to volunteering at your Church. Absolutely any activity that brings you closer to God is an activity with meaning.

Bake sweets for the special people in your life

I’ve had so much fun with this one! As a tradfem, one of my duties one day will be to cook for my household, so knowing your way around the kitchen is an important skill for a woman to have! Besides, I love seeing the happy faces of my friends and family when I give them cookies or a cherry pie.

Babysit/take care of younger family members

This one is essential for a young lady wanting to become a housewife. I’m not at all an advocate for woman making money ((quite the opposite, actually)) but this is one way to make some extra money while staying true to your god-given purpose.

Take a bath or a shower at least once a day, brush your teeth, and wear deodorant/light body spray

This one may seem obvious, but it’s very important. Smelling and looking clean not only makes you more palatable to Christian men but gives your hair and skin a gentle, feminine glow.

Buy yourself one nice ((but still modest and traditional)) thing

This one can we tricky. You shouldn’t buy your self too much lest your life is filled with the sin of greed, but buying yourself a singular new necklace or that cozy sweater you’ve been wanting can make you feel really good.

Read some classic/conservative philosophy books

While I love listening to my favourite conservative podcasts and news programs, reading is a great way to relax and exercise your brain while learning about faith and tradition.

Take a walk/hike in a forest, beach, or other natural space

Not only is hiking good exercise for your body and brain, but seeing the wonderful world god created for us helps to feel closer to him.

Make a Pinterest board of your future home/dream wedding

This one is great for keeping your spirits up! It’s a great reminder of how lovely traditional aesthetics are and how a wonderful life is just around the corner.

Stop eating fast food/eat healthy/focus on weight loss

Being trim is a crucial part of being a future traditional wife. But eating healthy to stay thin, it not only shows that you have dedication to keep yourself looking well, it will help you fit into cuter clothes.

‘Honour thy mother and father’

Your parents are a gift from God; they carry the traditions and values that have shaped who you are. Honour them by cooking a meal for them, cleaning the house so they don’t have to, ect.

Make sure your wardrobe is modest and fits you well/prepare your clothes for the upcoming week

Every girl looks beautiful in a long skirt/dress. Go through your wardrobe, discard any immodest clothing and have fun making outfits for the days ahead.

Put on some light makeup

I should emphasize that you should only put on LIGHT makeup. God and your husband will love you for your natural beauty, so there’s no point in covering in up. I personally only use mascara, light eyeliner, colour-tinted chapstick and concealer, but I believe added a light blush or some naturally coloured lipstick is an ok addition.

Watch a movie that reinforces conservative values

Movies can awful when they push a radical feminist agenda, but not all movies are the same! There are still plenty of traditional tales about a princess getting swept off her feet by a traditional masculine man or someone on the wrong path who learns the importance of obeying Christ.

Knit something/sew something/croquet something/ modify your dresses using needle and thread

Not only is this hobby perfect for a traditional young lady, but it gives you a chance to show off your creativity and make wonderful gifts for the people you love or something lovely for yourself.

Make a cute rag-doll or teddy bear for a sweet little girl in your life

So many dolls in the modern day are overly sexualized, wearing tons of makeup and skimpy outfits, or look like men. Make a little girl in your life happy with a modest toy that’s a positive roll model.

Shave your legs, arms, and underarms

Modern feminism has pushed the message that body hair is ‘beautiful’, but this is blatantly untrue. No man would prefer a hairy, mannish pig over a well-groomed traditional lady, and most women feel more desirable ((because they are)) shaven.

Be early to bed, and early to rise

Getting enough rest is important for looking traditionally beautiful and healthy. Not only will you have more defined eyes, clearer skin, and a smaller waist line, but you will be left with enough energy to clean your room six times over.

Embrace your nations traditions

Research where your bloodline descends from and it’s traditions to practice. It’s our job as traditionalists to keep the bright minds and beliefs of our ancestors alive; they would be so proud of you for following in the path God designed! ♡

Make sure your nails are well-groomed and not too garish

Men aren’t attracted to fire truck-red monster claws, or stubby, bitten dirt coated nails; it’s a sign you don’t care enough for yourself. If your hands look pleasant, then their ready to bake bread, change diapers, and wear that wedding ring.

Always trust in God, even when it’s difficult or seems pointless

As a young woman without a husband yet, it may seem like God is against you, but that’s not true at all! God has chosen the perfect man for you, now all you have to do is have faith and stay submissive and pure for your future beloved! ♡

[chocoenvy]

CHOCO HIIII!!❤ How are you on this lovely day/night? I hope your doing okay

Anyway at this moment I feel very wholesome and after reading the singer! reader post (to which I greatly enjoyed, thank you for the meal) I have come up with both a fluff and a angst (a little bit of hurt/comfort in there) but I will give you the fluff first

Fluff~

For this part, singer god! Reader actually has the ability to regenerate any lost limb or organ however because of the different time frames rather than taking 1 week (in our world time frame) for their tongue to come back it would take 11 months (in Teyvat's time frame and yes I did the maths) to get their tongue back. How do you think the readrr and fatui react to finding out this an dwe're able to hear them for the first time (also readr has a cute yut strange accent).

OKAY HIGHKEY- i was going to include something like this at the end of playing god but I thought where I ended it was a good place to end it and didn't want to drag it on.

So! If you want, you can see this as an unofficial "epilouge" of sorts to the mini series :)) (i had a very not fluff idea while writing this so it's not that fluffy until the middle-end sorry i just can't help myself) ALSO HAVE A GOOD DAY AS WELL ANON THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN <3

Warnings!!!: Since this is an extension of playing god, it's going to have a dabble of gore in it, canibalism, after that it's fluff

Your hands shook as you took the tongues that had been cut off of the archons. Their godly blood looked pretty much identical to that of human's but it was different. The taste was different, and to a normal human it'd cause their stomach to explode.

But to you, it'd fuel your godly body.

There was a reason blood sacrifices were common.

To regenerate your tongue, it'd take 11 months Teyvat's time and for you to consume the three tongues of the archons.

You'd like to say it sickened you, you knew it should've sickened you. In your mind, it sickened you... but your body welcomed it.

It filled your stomach with a warm sweetness and your entire body felt energized. Buzzing with electricity, shivering madly with the wind, shaking the earth.

Your beloved Fatui acolytes were with you when you consumed the tongues and they felt the shift. Your eyes dialiated and the room quivered with your godly precense. You grinned madly, high off the blood running through your system.

The high lasted around a day or two. After the blood and their tongues were done digesting, though, the pain kicked in. It was small, and felt like thousands of needles were piercing where your tongue was cut off.

The pain fluctuated, somedays being as biting as your anger. Poking a thousand needles into where your tongue was cut, making you cry and scream into a pillow in pain. The Tsaritsa or Childe, thank god, was always there to help you through the pain.

They'd cuddle you, take you out of the palace on days with less pain to distract you with Sneznhaya's beauties. Other days, when the pain was debilitating, to the point where you struggled to breath, they'd be there. They'd count breath ins and breath outs with you. They'd help you eat even though it was hard. They even had to help you chew some days.

Eventually, you could feel where your tongue and nerves had grown back. After four months, you could wiggle it and very very slightly taste food again.

You were watched carefully by doctors and historians. They pulled what they knew from ancient texts from your last life on Teyvat to try and help you.

The Tsaritsa herself was ready to lay down any of her limbs to help you recover but you madly refused. The three tongues were enough for your entire godly lifetime and while it'd be hard, you could wait.

Eventually, you had reached the halfway mark at 6 months. Your tongue was indeed growing back. The nerves were regrowing as well, and the fatui were estatic.

Childe couldn't help but nuzzle your nose with his when he saw how amazing you're doing. Handling all of this pain and refusing to accept anymore... offerings... you were doing so amazing! He wanted to spoil you rotten and he couldn't wait to hear your voice, he couldn't wait to feed you Sneznhayan delicacies!

The Tsaritsa couldn't agree more with Childe. She wanted to hear your voice, she wanted to feed you the food of her nation, she wanted to speak with you, and hear you sing. She'd give you her own tongue and more if it meant you could bless Teyvat with your voice sooner.

However, you refused any and all attempts at anyone giving you offerings.

Until finally, after 11 long months, your tongue was fully healed. Granted, it took a bit of getting used to, and you were unreasonably scared of it falling off. But other than that it was amazing!

The first day it had grown all the way back you could tell. You awoke and everything felt... there. Like you finally found a missing puzzle piece, and everything just connected. You experimented.

"L."

You grinned, kicking your feet in the covers excitedly, effectively waking up the Tsaritsa.

"Your grace?" She mumbled.

You leaned over her, a grin brighter and more beautiful than the moon shining through the window, "Hi!" You squealed, your voice sounding normal as it did before all of this, "Hi hi! Hi Tsaritsa! Hi!" You giggled maddly, shaking with excitement.

The Tsaritsa's eyes glowed and she smiled. Not a small ghost of smile either, a genuine, full, and bright smile.

"Your grace!" She shouted, sitting up and setting you on her lap, "Your voice! Your tongue!"

You poked your tongue out with a grin you still weren't comfortable sticking it all the way out.

"Can you say something else for me?" She smiled sweetly, more than anybody ever thought was possible for the cryo archon.

You jumped in excitement, "Uhhh...." You trailed off into giggles just at hearing your own voice, "I... love you!"

You shook with happiness, kicking your feet with a big, dumb grin.

The Tsaritsa laughed- laughed! - and poked your nose, "I love you too!"

"Your highness?" A worried voice called from outside the door, "I'm sorry for intruding but... who-who's in there with you?" Scaramouche called out.

You jumped at the opportunity, not even caring about the implication, "It's me! It's (Y/n)!"

The Tsaritsa stiffled a giggle at your behavior.

"What?" Scaracmouche gasped, "May I come in?"

"You may not, we're both in our nighwear Scaramouche." The Tsaritsa commanded, but she was still smiling, staring at you with stars in her eyes.

"Bu- fine. But hurry to breakfast... please your grace, your highness." Scaramouche huffed before his footsteps faded away.

You and the Tsaritsa stared into each other's eyes, you were grinning and she was smiling softly. "We best get up, Scaramouche is going to tell everyone about it and then we'll have the entire palace knocking on our door."

You nodded and hummed then felt your tongue move in your mouth. "Okay!" You jumped out of bed, doing a giddy kick at your own voice.

The two of you got ready and the Tsaritsa prompted you with simple questions, "How was your sleep?"

You were grinning, "It was good! Especially cuddld nextoyo." You grimaced, but you were still smiling.

"Go slower." The Tsaritsa held your hand as you walked down the hall to the dining room, "You haven't talked in a while. And make sure not to say too much, we don't want to bust your voice."

You nodded, "Okay!" You focused on the words you wanted to say. "It was good... especially... cuddled... next to yo-... you."

You grinned, looking up at the Tsaritsa and she nodded in approval. "Good job," she pat your head. Her heart skipped a beat everytime you spoke, you voice had an odd accent compared to the rest of Teyvat, "And thank you your grace. Anything I can do to make you comfortable, I will do so without hesitation."

"Please," You said, clearing your throat, "You already do... so much for me. If there's anything that I do... that makes you uncomfortable..." You cleared your throat again, "Please, tell me."

The Tsaritsa frowned, "Do not overexert yourself my dear. And everything you give to me is a gift." She lovingly pat your cheek, which was starting to hurt from how much you were smiling.

You nodded, "Okay."

When the both of you arrived at the dining hall, all heads immediately whipped to you. You couldn't help the large grin that creeped its way onto your face.

"Your grace!" Childe nearly stood from his seat in excitement, "Can we hear you say something?" If he had a tail you were sure it'd be wagging.

"Don't overwhelm them." The Tsaritsa threatened, a glint in her eyes as a warning.

"It's okay!" You grinned, squeezing her hand, excitement bubbling in you.

Their eyes lit up like christmas lights, beautifully twinkling with happiness.

You giggled, hopping and hugging the Tsaritsa's hand to your chest.

"Can you sing something!" Childe requested, a child-like smile lit up his face.

You giggled, your face flushed just a bit, "Uhm... haha... I'm nervous..."

"Here, sit down." The Tsaritsa sat you down, pushing in your chair for you. There was a permanant, small, soft smile on her face.

She took her place at the head of the table as the food was brought out.

Your mouth watered.

You could feel everyone's eyes on you as you rushed to take a bite. It felt like heaven.

You chewed normally, tasted everything with delicious clarity, swallowing wasn't a chore. The entire process was normal and hell, even enjoyable now!

"The food is soooooo good!" You swung your feet in the chair, your giddiness unable to contain itself.

The Tsaritsa couldn't hide her smile, it warmed the entire room by a few degrees and everyone in Sneznhaya could tell this was a good day. "I'm so glad you like it your grace."

You took another bite, enjoying eating for the first time in this world. For the first time in Teyvat, everything was good.

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You oppened up a neatly wrapped box. One that the fatui had not opened beforehand due to not wanting to intrude on you without your permission. You curriously peaked into it, the makings of a smile playing at your lips at the fact that you had a gift.

You dropped the box on the floor, slapping a hand over your mouth and averting your eyes away from the box now on the floor and the finger rolling out of it.

"Your grace-?" Childe choked on his own words and quickly scooped up the finger, "I'm so sorry you had to see that- your grace!"

You leaned over and hurled. Bile exited your mouth as you choked up every bit of regret. What wasn't expelled of your regret through your stomach, came out through your eyes in the form of tears.

I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't

You had also gotten a peak at the note before your shaking hands had dropped the box. It had said,

"Get well soon."