#in the meantime i'm going to clean my soul reading

[pollyna]

So, tomorrow morning I'm going to put on my big boy pants and I'm going to go to Mass and I'm going to stand up, sit down, repeat every single damn prayer because those are burned in the back of my memory and I cannot forget them not even when they legally change them all, and I'm going to fucking sing along when I'll have too. And probably I'm going to spend all the omelia trying to get the kids to stay quieter for a little longer, just to make everybody happy and I'm going to try not to be too much of a drama queen about the whole ordeal. Even when I could have used that 45 minutes to watch Arcane or do absolutely anything else in my life.

But it's for the team, for the kids and to avoid having to spend another year listening to that man yapping away about the one time they asked me to go to church and I didn't.

[punkpandapatrixk]

Slow Mornings~♪

Hello lovely peeps. I'm popping in to say that I'm so sorry I haven't been as productive as I’d hoped. I had all of these plans, and literally 3 years’ worth of content ideas, but my body has not been able to catch up! I’m now behind on all of the readings I’d scheduled for the entirety of October XD

The truth of the matter is a little bit convoluted but I’ve been both experiencing a series of burnout—autistic burnout, which I didn’t even know was a speciality thing—as well as being in this healing phase where my body simply wants to catch up on sleep, after years and years and very long years of being on edge. There was a meme I forgot to save that says something to this effect:

'Your body is healing from years of trauma; you’re not lazy. You deserve this peace.’

Actually, the above could as well be a mash of two—or three—separate memes LOL Here’s another good one from a sub maker that I feel captures just thee vibe I’m feeling right now:

‘Maybe you're simply perceiving how a lovely sensation of closure & calm gently fills the air around you, feeling a little sleepier than usual. Or maybe you can sense how a massively positive change is coming, seemingly eager to go with it and that's great as well.’ – The Witch of Drown Shadows

I believe many of you reading this could relate as well. A new beginning is on the horizon for sooo many of us who’ve been on a soul-search to liberate ourselves from the chains of the toxic Matrix. I hope you're doing well, and excited for what's to come before the year even ends ^o^v

Forget the grind, leave behind soul-sucking deadlines, and enjoy the slow mornings~♪

Naturally, I’m going to be more productive again once I’m done stabilising myself—all mind body and spirit aligned. I’m not saying this out of a sense of ‘obligation’; that all people ideally must be a productive member of society. No, not that. I really want to get productive on this blog because I’ve a shit ton of good content in the works XD

I’ve so much new content on career, luck, character glow-up, soulmate friendships!!!, celebrity life, life purpose and other esoteric shit I’m eager to put out \^-^/ Not to mention the fiction that’ll go on Wattpad. I’m making progress on Punk Panda Stories but slow…very slow XD

For now, I’m aiming to post one PAC every week without fail. I’m just going to expect this much from me in the meantime, so as not to burn myself out on the psychology level just yet. When you expect too much from yourself, the stress could deter any progress instead, right?

This is especially true for those who don’t necessarily have a deadline. But that’s the thing, I don’t wanna strangle myself with deadlines anymore. So I’m not gonna work like that anymore. This ain’t 9-5 corporate, girl. Stop thinking like that! Is what I’ve been telling myself. Gotta change the whole way I approach my soul-work~♪

Until the end of the year, I’m teaching myself to enjoy slow mornings™️ I’ve been starting my day with just cleaning myself and my room; having a breakfast of lemon tea w/ a dollop of strawberry jam + a CVS croissant; playing a game on my dusty-but-trusty old PSP when I’ve got the time; and reading a few chapters of an actual book.

In the afternoon, I’ve been back on teaching myself ballet and strengthening my vocals. It’s nice. I feel very healthy and like myself again, but better <3 We were born into this world to enjoy our hobbies and hopefully, ideally make money alongside those hobbies <3

Never forget that, girlies. Hard work doesn’t suit us <3

How the Boredom Epidemic Ruined Hobbies by Nicole Rudolph

[just-mary-ann]

Sorry, I'm late. But I have some Harlequin Showtime with me!

Harlequin AU by @tadc-harlequin-au

Previous parts here

Part 7 of

Lilac

⚠️WARNING⚠️ suggestive bath scene and an arm rip off

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Harlequins were talking in the subconscious. Surprisingly, their conversation was light and easygoing. They even laughed during the discussion.

"No, wait!" Lilac gently covered her mouth with her fingers. "That can’t be true."

"I swear it is!" Pomni tapped her knee. "When I first defeated Ragatha and she moved into the mansion, she thought I was the mistress of the place and tried to shove her cookies into my mouth. I don’t even like cookies!"

The Harlequins continued to laugh.

"Yeah." Lilac wiped away a tear. "I regret stopping reading your memories. I stopped at the ones about Caine, but now I want to learn more about the others."

"Forget it." Pomni declared with a wide smile.

"Well, it was worth a try."

"Listen, I’ve always been curious." Pomni placed her hands on her knees. "What are you after? What’s your goal?"

Lilac pondered for a moment.

"Well, I have this overwhelming desire to spend time with Mr. Puppetmaster. I love him with all my heart. And I want to open my soul to him."

"But you’re just a glitch of my character block. We share the same soul," Pomni hesitated, "at least I think so."

"Pomni, have you ever wondered where I get such desires from? Maybe I just embody what you’re afraid of?" Lilac said with a slight smirk.

"Hah! Nonsense. I’m not afraid of anything!" Pomni hit herself in the chest.

"Sure, sure." Lilac tilted her head.

At that moment, they heard voices from the real world.

"Boss, are you just going to leave her lying here?" Bubble asked.

"Well, I’m not going to wake her up. Let her rest; she’s been stressed out," Caine adjusted a lock of hair on the sleeping Pomni. "I’ll take a bath in the meantime." Caine began to work out his shoulder. "It feels like I’ve got sand in my joints. Follow me; we need to discuss a few details."

As soon as the Puppetmaster disappeared behind the door, Pomni sat up.

"I want to take a bath too!" shouted the voice in her head.

"Ouch! Lilac! Don’t shout so loudly when you say something!" Pomni tapped her right ear.

"Sorry."

Then the same thought crossed the Harlequins’ minds. But if one thought it was revenge, the other wanted to have fun.

"Are you thinking what I’m thinking?" Pomni asked.

"I sincerely hope so," Lilac sang playfully.

Meanwhile, Caine was relaxing in the bath. He was right; the water did indeed wash away all the stress that had built up in just half a day. Yes, he had managed to accumulate stress in just half a day.

"You need to remind me to clean up the old circus," he opened one eye and glanced at the floating Bubble. "Marionettes have been acting up there."

"Got it, Boss." Bubble began flying in circles around the bathroom.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Bubble let out a loud "whee!" as he flew into the hallway.

"Hey, I locked that," Caine sat up. "door."

Standing in the doorway to the bathroom was Pomni, or at least that’s what he assumed. Her eyes were hidden. The Harlequin closed the door behind her. She slowly approached the bathtub, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

"Mr. Puppetmaster, do you mind if I join you?"

"Oh no. Lilac!" Caine shouted. "Don’t come any closer!"

But the Harlequin, giggling mischievously, shed her clothes and, with one swift movement, plunged into the water. Caine tried to get out, but she grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Stay."

Caine froze. The Harlequin moved closer and lay on him so that the top of her head rested under his chin. He gripped the edges of the bathtub with trembling hands.

"Don’t look, don’t touch, don’t breathe!" he whispered faintly.

Caine felt a finger tracing patterns on his chest.

"Mr. Puppetmaster," began a sweet voice, "I think. I’m thinking really hard. I just know," she pushed herself up from his chest, and the sweet smile turned into a wide grin, "that you’re pathetic!"

Pomni burst into loud laughter. Her yellow eye gleamed with excess emotion. She settled more comfortably and felt something. This made her stop laughing and smile maliciously. She moved closer to Caine so she could look him in the eyes.

"Wow, do you really want this body that badly?"

"Pomni, I..." Caine raised a hand, but a sharp tone made him grip the edge of the tub again.

"Don’t touch!" Pomni slowly and deliberately moved her hips. "I didn’t give you permission."

"But I’d be happy to give you all the permission you need," the yellow eye turned purple as Lilac’s melodic tone echoed in Caine’s ears.

"But you don’t deserve it," Pomni winked with her yellow eye.

"Oh, Mr. Puppetmaster. We’re going to play with you," Lilac leaned in for a kiss.

"Until you beg for mercy," Pomni whispered through her lips.

"Because who knows," Lilac sat up straight and shyly covered her chest with her hands.

"How long you’ll last," Pomni giggled without changing her posture.

Their words and body languages were completely different. It was as if there were two different people in front of Caine. But if one was ready for anything, and he didn’t want it, the other wouldn’t let him do anything, even though he was burning with desire.

"Oh, Mr. Puppetmaster," Pomni mimicked Lilac. "I’m so cold. Please. Warm me up!"

"Hey, Caine, I’m actually untouchable. Don’t touch me until I say so," now Lilac was pretending to be Pomni.

The Harlequin’s right eye blinked furiously. Her laughter alternated between harsh and mocking, then gentle and sweet. Caine couldn’t take it anymore. He waited until Pomni was in control of the body, bent his legs, and the Harlequin slid into his arms. He kissed her with all the passion that had built up in him during those miserable minutes they had spent there. Even if she got mad at him for taking the initiative, he was ready to accept his fate.

The Puppetmaster and the Harlequin pulled away. Caine was afraid to open his eyes.

"Please, be Pomni, be Pomni, be Pomni!"

He opened his eyes and saw a flustered Pomni. Her cheeks were burning bright red, her smile had faded, and her eyes were trembling with excitement.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Pomni started hitting Caine on the shoulders with her fists.

"Ah. You can torment me, but I can’t torment you?" Caine narrowed his eyes.

"I was joking, you idiot!" she was beside herself.

Pomni didn’t know what to do with herself. Or wait, she did!

"CAINE!"

She was about to attack him, but he pulled her close and lay down comfortably.

Barely had Caine exhaled and patted Pomni on the back when he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder. A sharp gasp followed. Then the pain hit him.

Bubble, who had been happily floating through the hallway the whole time, passed by the bathroom. From inside came a man's scream of pain. The butler stopped and hovered in front of the door. Then there was the clatter of metal and the sound of running water. About a minute later, the door opened. Caine, wearing only pants and shoes, stood frozen in the doorway. Oh, and one more important detail: he was missing his left arm.

Pomni, who had thrown the Puppetmaster’s cloak over herself, gave Caine a smack on the back of the head with his own severed arm before heading toward her room.

"Not. A. Word!" Caine glared at Bubble.

He picked up his arm from the floor and muttering something, headed toward his workshop.

"Stupid split personality of hers. Stupid embarrassment of hers. Stupid desire to always take the initiative of hers." Caine kept mumbling as he reached the workshop.

The Puppetmaster was on edge. Of course! His beloved had torn off his arm. He managed to quickly restore the shoulder attachment.

"If only there was a way to fix this glitch," his eyes suddenly lit up. "Fix it. That's it! I can repair Pomni's character block! And then Lilac will disappear! And maybe Pomni will calm down!"

Caine rushed to his tools and blueprints.

TO BE CONTINUED

[1galaxia369]

LEO RISING ♌️

❤️ Timeless Reading ❤️

For my lovely Leo risings, I see that you're at a beautiful point in your life. You have been handed support and abundance by the universe, she has been favoring you. It's for a reason, you have a lot coming in and your purpose and soul fullfilment is prominent for this new journey. Your spirit guides need you to be prepared because once this starts coming in there's no turning back and no going back to your comfort habits and coping mechanisms. They're trying to teach you to be intentional with everything you do. You're on the right track, I need to clap yourself and be proud of yourself. You learned your lessons and overcame some tough stuff, that's admirable. Now I see that you're having trouble with the "what next?"

Your ancestors are at work right now. You have things to do in the meantime though, you're worrying about what to do next and the tasks that you have been saying you were going to do are sitting there undone. All those creative skills you have and are planning to use to achieve your goals need to be worked on more. Your Spirit team is working to arrange and bring forth a lot of opportunities for you in the meantime perfect those skills, have some fun,do some soul searching, spend time in nature, unblock those chakras. You have an abundance of things to do that will heal and make you better. Worrying about what next is showing that you're not focusing on the right things and that will lead to self doubt and procrastination.

I see love coming for you, alot of peace and balance and harmony in relationships. You successfully removed all the negative people from around you and now the people that are in your life are bringing harmony and support. You have people that love you and are stepping up to support you, I'll suggest trusting that, use discernment but still trust. I'm seeing boss energy coming in for you, I see a lot of Mr/Ms "I don't play that shit". I love that for you guys! Stop accepting peoples bullshit and stand up, who cares if they think your being cocky or acting like your better than them. You have to take care of your self FIRST before anyone else. Self love is choosing to do right by yourself regardless of what people say or how they feel. You know what you want/need and you took the time out to learn yourself. You learned your own love language and do all the things you need to be happy and feel loved…for yourself. This is what the universe wanted and now you’re about be rewarded for your hard work and self improvement.

I understand your restlessness at this moment but that energy needs to be put into something else. I already told you about your neglect towards your creative endeavors and skills. Get on that. It will lead to something, go revisit them and review those old plans and mood boards and journal entries. Get your stationary and start your revision and rewrite things it'll be better now that you have more information and a better idea of what you want. The universe is about to open doors to fulfillment and you need to be ready for it, practice meditation and breathing, you need to maintain a sound mind, clean from clutter. The field is cleared and I can see the gears turning but you need something to direct that energy into something hence why suggested to you to go look back at your goals. There's no confusion or illusion, you're creating that yourself and it'll throw you off we need some creative focus right now. Congratulations again on doing away with the bull shit. Enjoy your "We only entertain peace" era.

I recommend Carnelian,Amethyst,celestite, smoky quartz,rainbow flourite. Aura cleansing is needed, egg cleanses are good, go see a practitioner for one good cleanse(you don't have to tho), Try putting florida water into a spray bottle to help with quick cleansing. Crown chakra and third eye needs some attention. Stay away from people that drain you.

12:12 12:22 12:34

[not-quite-there-myself]

EVEN LORDS DO HOUSEWORK

For someone who arrogantly believes he's better than everyone, it comes as a surprise to you when you find Goose Barnacle doing housework.

A/N: This fic was long overdue, originally requested by someone on Discord! To the original asker, I'm so sorry this took so long. Please enjoy!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You were particularly exhausted today. The restaurant was packed with people—some you recognized but most you did not. There had been a festival today, people coming and going, trying food and having fun on the streets. There not only were the heavy orders you and your Food Souls had to take care of but the mess people left behind. It took everything you had to try to manage it all day.

When the crowd died down and it was finally time to close up shop, you heaved the biggest sigh of relief and walked to the washroom to clean yourself up; you rarely caught a break at all so you really took advantage of this moment. Unfortunately, your job wasn't over just yet.

The restaurant floor needed to be sweeped and mopped, dishes and cutlery waited in the sink to be washed, and there was also trash to be taken out. You mentally prepared yourself to face it all alone. You'd told your Food Souls not to worry about after hours and to take a rest in the meantime. Most of them were happy to get a break, but others were hesitant about leaving you to work all by yourself. With some convincing and a promise that you will also be taking a break before getting back to work, the hesitant Food Souls yielded and left you alone.

Exiting the washroom, you headed to the closet with all the cleaning supplies. You grabbed the broom and left the mop and bucket outside the closet—you'd pick those up later. From there, the hallway leading to the restaurant was so quiet it surprised you when a gruff voice piped up behind you.

“Hey, Attendant, shouldn't you be taking a break right now?”

You nearly dropped the broom in your hands. You spun around and were met with red eyes, dark blue hair, and... a laundry basket?

“Goose Barnacle! What are you doing here?” You asked. He stood there with a hand on his hip. His other hand carried a laundry basket.

“I asked that first, so you should answer first.” He retorted.

You conceded. “Alright alright. I'm done having my break, truly! It was just a short one.”

Goose Barnacle looked like he didn't believe you but failed to comment further. Instead he took the broom from your hands and turned away.

“Hey-!” You started reaching for the broom, but Goose Barnacle kept it out of your grasp. “Quit messing around, Goose. I still need to sweep the floor.”

He shook his head. “No need, Attendant. You don't have to clean the floor twice.”

You frowned. “What? But I didn't even clean it once!”

Goose Barnacle glanced back at you, a hand still carrying the laundry basket you wondered about at his hip. “You didn't, but I did.”

You stopped. “Huh?”

The two of you were in the cleaning closet now. Goose Barnacle abruptly handed the laundry basket to you and was putting your broom, mop, and bucket away. You looked at him, then looked at the restaurant. Goose Barnacles then took the basket from your hands and said nothing. He watched as you moved to turn on the restaurant lights—they were off before—and scanned the room, wide-eyed in pleasant surprise. The restaurant chairs were propped up on the tables, the floor practically shone like new, and there wasn't a piece of trash or excess food in sight.

“Did you do all this?” You asked. Goose Barnacle answered without delay.

“Yes, why? Oi, what kind of a look is that…?” He scowled at your expression. Did you not think he could do something as simple as cleaning?

“So does this mean you…” You trailed off. Surely he didn't clean everything while you were in the washroom, did he?

He seemed to read your thoughts, because he huffed and turned away. “I cleaned everything. Even the kitchen. You can see it for yourself if you don't believe me.” You didn't have to—because you definitely believed him—but that didn't stop you from going in. It was satisfying, seeing the countertops so clean. No dishes in the sink, and all the trash cans were emptied. It was then you realized that the laundry basket Goose Barnacle had been holding this whole time had aprons in it. They looked clean, too.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Don't tell me you did everything by yourself!” You weren't disappointed, it's just that you didn't want any Food Souls to overwork themselves. It didn't come to your mind at all that maybe you'd been overworking yourself. “Let me at least put those aprons away.”

Before you could take the laundry basket away from the Food Soul, he raised it above your head.

“Why must you be so insistent on doing everything yourself?” He questioned. “This kind of work? It's nothing! And you… you're already tired as it is.” He sensed your urge to argue, so instead he continued, “Don't try to lie to me, Attendant. If you're worried about making me tired, you got a lot of nerve to think something like this could exhaust me so easily!”

You bit your tongue at that. It was true, your energy levels were terrible. If anyone needed to stop and sit for a while, it was you, not him. You sighed, relenting. “Okay, maybe you are right. But still, I… I didn't ask you to do this, you know? You didn't have to.”

Goose Barnacle clicked his tongue. It looked like he took offence to that. “You… you think you need to order me to do things like this?" His mouth became a thin line. “You just… Right now, you're looking rather weak, that's all. Someone like you shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard in a state like that. And… you didn't need to say anything.”

You peered at him. “It sounds like you're making excuses for me.”

He hesitated before shooting back, “What? You got a problem with that, Attendant? I do what I want to. So what if what I want to do is clean for y-... y-your restaurant. Yes, so what?”

Was he going to say “you”? The thought made your heart swell. You smiled then—you couldn't help yourself—which seemed to animate a response out of him.

“Tsk…! Wipe that smug look on your face, Attendant! It's not like I'm doing this for you! It's getting late, you better go to sleep. And I still have work to do, so you'd get in the way.”

You chuckled and raised both hands as if you were the one at a loss. “Okay, okay! Whatever you say, Goose.”

Goose Barnacle only grunted, “Hmph.”

You turned to walk away from him, giving a slight wave as you escaped to your room to rest. Unbeknownst to you, his expression softened once he was sure you were gone.

“...Good night, Attendant.”

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[illwynd]

Not to be overly intrusive but I very much want to hear your rant about jms lady loki arc? Your thoughts about thor stuff are fascinating generally, and it either makes me go " I hadn't even considered this aspect of things ", or " oh that's what bothered me about this but I just couldn't find the words!" I mean it goes without saying that you don't have to if you don't want to, but I haven't heard people say anything about that arc other than it was sexist, so now I'm very curious about your opinions on it.

Oh nonny you’re not overly intrusive at all! Thank you for asking this and giving me the excuse to blather about it XD and thank you for the kind words. I clearly think about this stuff way too much, and all I can hope for is that someone else finds it of some sort of interest or value.

Re the JMS lady Loki arc…

So OK I guess I should summarize the thing for the benefit of anyone who hasn’t read it. The main gist goes like this: Thor is having to call Asgardian souls back into the world after breaking the cycle of Ragnarok, and when Loki is brought back, he is “inexplicably” in a female body. Loki has in fact arranged this as part of a con, using his new appearance to better sell everyone on the idea that he’s changed and no longer villainous, but the truth is that it’s Sif’s body he’s stolen, and Sif’s spirit is trapped in the body of a dying mortal, so it’s basically attempted murder (though Loki’s plan is thwarted and Sif is saved at the last minute). In the meantime, the “lady” Loki is a sexy, buxom caricature of played-up femininity, using her wiles to manipulate the men around her, and through it all it doesn’t really seem to be motivated by any genuine gender fluidity on Loki’s part. It’s just a trick. 

So I can see where the criticism comes from: that it’s sexist, that it’s bad genderfluid representation since it’s in the form of a murderous villain, that it resembles transphobic tropes of trans women being “really” men trying to steal whatever from women. But those criticisms never seemed to me to land quite right. They seemed to be superficial and missing something important. And there are several angles you can take in looking at it more deeply where all those criticisms just fall apart.

I’m not even really going to go into the problems with decrying it as bad representation because he’s a villain. I really hope we’re past that. It’s not good when your media queers can only be villains, but having every queer character be morally upright and squeaky clean isn’t a good answer either, because real people aren’t like that. What I ask for is that the whole range be available, and that for any given character, they are first and foremost an interesting character with believable motivations for what they do. So “but he’s so evil he was trying to kill Sif! Bad representation! Bad!” is a complaint we’re just going to set aside and make dubious faces at, because for reasons I’ll get to later, I think there is an emotional truth to the portrayal, and in fiction that matters far more than any black-and-white moral claims.

So next up, we have the complaint that he doesn’t seem to be motivated by any genuine genderfluid feelings, since it’s all just a con. And my issue with that is that… it’s a very superficial take. He is motivated by gender stuff. Just not in a way that the complainers recognize. 

The absolutely crucial detail is that his target is Sif. I say again. It really matters that he targeted Sif for this con. And yes, sure, part of his reasoning is jealousy over her close relationship with Thor (thorki is canon, y’all). But another part is this: Sif is the only other (that we know of) gender nonconforming person in Asgard, and definitely the only other one that we see as being close to his social circle. But where she is celebrated as a woman who is active and successful in traditionally culturally masculine pursuits, Loki’s gender nonconformity—his failure to live up to Asgardian masculine ideals—gets him demeaned, derided, dismissed. The gender fuckery going on here is that he is furious at the difference in how their GNC-ness is treated. His resentment and anger at that injustice, and he's being a right bastard in expressing it. We stan. 

(I also do think there is something genderqueer in how the trickster considers using a feminine appearance to be just one potential tool in his arsenal, the kinda just shrugging and doing whatever works for his purposes rather than getting worked up about having to do such a thing? I mean. So shocking for a trickster figure, right? But hold that thought.)

So that was where I was with it for several years. But I kept coming back to how relatable Loki is to me as a trans masc person, and trying to figure out why it was that way, and what that had to do with this particular arc, and then it finally hit me.

This scene. 

“Thus is Loki truly beautiful.”

In this scene, Loki has just been able to finally return to his male body (with Hela’s help), and he expresses his relief and joy in it, all while the art makes him look… kinda grotesque. And my gods that is such a trans masc mood. Knowing that while you pretend to be a woman you’ll be seen as nonthreatening and acceptable, and maybe you can put up with that for practical or social reasons for a while, but it isn’t how you want to live your life, it isn’t how you want to be seen, it isn’t the appearance that makes you happy. Constantly hearing how by changing your form you’ll be changing from sexy and desirable to ugly and monstrous… but thus you are truly beautiful to your own eyes. 

(I think it is worth pointing out here, for anyone who might not know, that it is not uncommon for trans masc folks to have a phase of trying to go hard femme before they really accept themselves as trans. I personally didn’t, but I can imagine that the exaggerated femme lady Loki might be familiar to some of those guys. I, on the other hand, had a phase of treating my afab body as a tool that wasn’t really connected to me, so there are some other bits of the lady Loki arc that I find familiar. And here I should note that I’m not saying JMS had all this in mind, I have no idea whether he did or not, but death of the author, baby. The interpretation is very much there.)

And there is another little bit that I want to mention. There is one point where Fandral says to lady Loki, “even when you thought you were a man, you weren’t the man you thought you were.”

And. Firstly, screw you Fandral. Seriously. Secondly, the interpretation of this arc as being related to trans femininity gets a lot more press but that is an insult that is far more relevant to trans masc folks. The insults against Loki’s masculinity are reminiscent of how trans guys are not seen as real men, especially if they are GNC in any way, as Loki is. Loki may be amab, but his struggles are so incredibly similar to trans masc struggles (and really, I can’t be the only trans guy who fuckin loves that: a character who feels so familiar and relatable, flawed and angry and messed up in ways that I know all too well, but also has the goddamn body I wish I had. It’s the perfect combination.)

So yeah. That’s the short version, at least, of the rant about what everyone gets wrong about the lady Loki arc. The sexism, and complicated gender politics, is a thing it is commenting on, and I don't see how so many folks miss that.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

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✨ REQUEST: nose si voy tarde però bueno, espero que no. i would like to request (obviously if that is okay for you) a headcanon with angel x reader of the day of their wedding, like súper súper fluffy.

✨ MADE BY: @artofvamps

WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤

❚❙ Especial thanks to my lovely @angelreyesgirl for helping me with this wonderful masterpiece 🖤✨

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Never in your life you could think about having a most perfect wedding, Angel didn't care about it too much, being enough for him to see you happy.

The most magical place you have ever been. Especially when the sun is almost falling, around five pm.

From the window of his room, you can see the backyard perfectly decorated by Creeper and Riz. They didn't lie when they told you that would be amazing.

White and red roses everywhere, forming vines wrapping the wooden beams of the altar. Over the guests' chairs, there are six fairy lights, giving some more intimacy when the night has come; and a red carpet in the hallway, over the grass.

All your friends are there, mixed with the Mayans, waiting for you.

Your hands are trembling, alone in Taza's room, while you hear some voices and laughs outside. You can't help but take another look of yourself in the mirror.

The white dress fits your body perfectly, falling from your chest to the floor.

The girl at the shop called it ‘a-line wedding dress’. You don't care about the name, but about the fact that you look like the most beautiful girl. Your hair is tied on top of your head, behind a delicate silver tiara and small red crystals in it. Soft make-up, that Bishop's Old Lady did for you, just like your future husband likes.

Felipe is run of words when he comes to the room, but you can see what he thinks in his eyes, about to cry.

You know that he would like that Marisol could see you marrying her son. She would love to see the man Angel turned himself into since he met you three years ago.

“Hey, I’m Angel Reyes, and you know what? You’ll be my wife one day”.

He wasn’t wrong.

But he’s not going to lie. He has been the whole night having nightmares about you running away from him; about you deciding that you didn’t want a life with him.

Ezekiel and Coco have been awake too, comforting him whenever the doubts hit his mind.

Holding Felipe’s arm, he guides you downstairs to the outside, feeling your legs shaking and your heart about to explode. You have doubts too. You’re scared of him taking a step back at the last moment.

Although every bad feeling disappears from the two of you, as soon as you lay eyes with each other.

Angel is about to cry. So are you.

For you, for him, there's no one else around your orbit. Just the two of you. Him waiting at the wedding altar, watching you walk over the red carpet perfectly placed on the ground.

And, damn. You thought that Angel couldn't look better, until you have seen him wearing that suit.

A black suit, covering the immaculate white shirt under a silver waistcoat with mayan symbols tissues in it. His hair is perfectly brushed to the back of his head and his beard is giving you desires of kissing it.

Seriously, it should be illegal to look this good.

But the detail that steals all your attention is the fact that he isn't wearing his characteristics rings. That big silver cross in his right pinkie and a signet ring with the Virgin of Guadalupe in his ring finger.

Felipe kisses your cheek, to intertwine his son's hand with yours.

You can't help but use your free hand to clean the tears falling down his cheeks, making Angel chuckles softly. You are always taking care of him with the most minimal details, showing him how much you love him, before leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

“You changed me. You changed my life. You came with that smile, illuminating all the darkness around me. You've accepted me, advised me, shown me the road to happiness, put me first. You've never, ever, judged me. You've healed me, you've healed my wounds, my soul, my heart. You gave me the opportunity I always thought I would never have… You, mi reina, have loved me unconditionally without asking for anything back. I don't have enough words to express how I feel every morning when I wake up with you under my arms, when I kiss you, when I see you dancing in our kitchen, when you… look me with these beautiful eyes as if I was the fucking Big Bang happening in front of you”. Bringing your hands to his mouth, Angel kisses every knuckle of them. “I can't imagine a single day without you, without hearing your laugh, without reading your texts desiring me a good day when you wake up and I'm already gone. I don't wanna live a single day without hearing you singing in the shower, without riding my bike with you behind my back, without you smacking my ass and screaming ‘daaaamn, this is all mine’! You make me happy like no one could do. You make me feel important like no one could do. And I promise you, fuck… I swear it to God, that I'm gonna give you all of me. Every second of every minute, of every hour of every day till the end of my time. I don't want to live without you”.

Now, it's Angel who has to clean your tears, causing some laughs between the guests. And he can't help but wrap you with his arms in a tight, tight hug. The warmest and dearly hug he has ever given you.

“I didn't know what love was until I met you. I didn't know which was the meaning of life until I met you. Mi rey. My other half. It was you, and only you, since I saw you the first time sitting on your bike, smoking and with that face of grumpy idiot”. The guests laugh again, because they all know that pose. “And then you standed up and started to walk, and I thought ‘what the hell is wrong with his leg’”. More laughs. The loudest comes from your future husband. “But I would never change you for anyone else. We've been through bad days and good days. Shitty nights and funny nights. I would never change my life with you for anything else. No one has ever made me happy as you do every moment of my existence. You're the most awesome, incredible, loyal and lovely man I have ever met. You fight for me, you take care of me, you protect me. You make me smile whenever I feel insufficient, whenever I feel sad, whenever I feel that I don't belong anywhere. My home, my life, my happiness is wherever you are, Angel Reyes”.

Then, Taza as the priest looks at the two of you, before guiding his dark eyes towards you. “Would you want to take Angel Ignacio Reyes in hol—”. He can't finish, being interrupted by the man in question clicking his tongue. “Of fucking course she wants”. Gently grabbing your chin with a hand and placing the other on the back of your head, Angel kisses you by pecking your lips, making you laugh.

But Leti breaks the moment, coughing exaggeratedly. You asked her to be the flower girl and she has been practicing the last month, to don’t mess up her task. The most important one, actually.

For the next two hours, you can’t stop looking at your hand tangled with Angel’s, and the two fresh golden rings in your fingers. To other people they could be just two pieces of jewelry, but for you it’s the purest way to show him your love, your support, and your unconditional trust in him.

And for the next two hours, Angel can’t stop kissing your face all around. Going down with furtive kisses on your neck, your shoulder, your knuckles; not being able to take off from you his other arm around your waist, tightly closed to push you next to him.

Coco and Gilly are in charge of the speech, knowing that it’s going to be more funny than you thought, when they get up from their chairs drunk as fuck after too many shots of tequila. “Yo, mami… you really got the golden dick”. “Man!” Gilly punches him on the shoulder, making him strumble with his own feet and having to grab the other’s jacket to not fall. “I’m speaking the truth! Who was gonna think that he would get the girl to this point, ah?” “Not me”. “Me neither”. “You jealous, ah, motherfuckers?” Angel tosses them a napkin, causing the laugh of everyone around you. “Seriously, girl… How you do it to st—”.

“Enough?” Leti whispers to EZ, sitting by her side. The younger Reyes nods in silence, getting up, making Creeper and Riz a sign to take them off from the center of the yard; between curses in spanish and in some kind of invented language because of the alcohol.

“Hey, brother, I just want to tell you that by far this is the happiest moment of my life. You don’t deserve anything but all the love and the affection, and we all know that only her can give it to you”. You’re starting to think that EZ’s purpose is making Angel cry, because his eyes are being filled up with a bunch of tears now. “Our lives haven’t been easy, you know that… And you have put all the weight on your shoulders since ever, but I’m proud of you. Of who you are. Of calling you my brother. Mi sangre. I don’t desire you anything but happiness, Angel”.

“Yeah, and God bless your patience, sister”. Leti can’t help but add that remark, trying to not laugh when she finds you nodding energetically, before kissing your husband’s tears running down his cheek.

The big toast echoes all around the ranch, in the meantime that the prospects from Yuma and Stockton bring the cake. One of them. That’s the main, a three-story cake of black and white chocolate with your names drawn in red. Canche’s wife has made it for you. She’s an amazing pastry.

And you thought that Angel wouldn’t do it. HE PROMISED YOU ONE HUNDRED TIMES.

But that piece of shit were lying,

Stamping a piece of cake on your face, your husband quickly grabs your wrists to avoid you punch him, or do the same to him. As you sob between chuckles, keeping your eyes closed, Angel licks your lips with the tip of his tongue. “Mi dulce, mi favorito”.

“You promised me…”

“Ah, ah… I promised that I wouldn’t smash YOUR face IN the cake. And I didn't”.

After cleaning yourself and changing the heavy dress for another one that fits your silhouette to the perfection, you are ready to give your husband the last surprise of your wedding.

“Are you takin' me to a dark corner?” “Stop asking, Angel… You'll see”.

At the front yard, a baseball bat and a ball awaits. “What's that, baby?”

“Sh… I throw you the ball, and you hit it, okay?”

So there you are, watching Angel in position as in his old times, when he used to play in highschool.

You throw it.

He hits it.

And in just one second, the distance between you gets caught up by a pink powder, almost staining your clothes.

Angel is in shock. The bat falls from his hand. Eyes widened. Parted lips. His skin bristled, as his cheeks got wet again because of the tears.

“Felicidades, papi”.

He can't stop crying, embracing you with all his strength to his chest. Your husband can't believe anything that is happening today. All he has ever wanted is happening in a sight.

“The day we met, you told me that one day I would be your wife. And I told you that you looked like the father of my future children”.

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--SFW--

This is my first headcanon ever. It's kind of a headcanon anyway.. This is how I think the Feral Boys would react to (f!) Reader getting mad over something stupid while she's on her period.

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Dream

It was about midday and {Y/n} had to force herself to get out of bed to retrieve food. She decided she would get cereal and return straight to her blankets. Once in the quite kitchen, she reached up in a cabinet and grabbed a bowl, however she accidentally set it down way too hard and the brittle glass bowl shattered everywhere.

She was absolutely enraged. All she wanted was a bowl of cereal and *this* is what she gets? It didn't take long after to hear the thomping footsteps of her boyfriend coming down the stairs to see what the commotion was about. {Y/n} stood with her arms crossed, about to make a move for the broom. "Fucking damnit." She cursed, unbelievably mad at the smallest event.

Dream ended up beating {Y/n} to the broom, sweeping up the shards of glass that littered the tile. He was being extremely careful and thinking his words over before speaking. He knew she was in her period, and that meant she gets angered easily and doesn't like being clung onto by anyone during the week. However, he recognized that she still appreciates his presence.

He steps a little closer, giving a small forehead kiss to his girlfriend before resuming the cleaning. "Baby, if you want too, you can lay in my bed while I edit. I'll clean this up and bring you some cereal." He suggested. "How did you know I even wanted cereal?" She asked. "Because, that's normally what you crave." He answered. She thought for a moment before deciding to take him up on his offer. "Thank you, baby." She mutters before heading upstairs.

George

The relationship between {Y/n} and George was still fairly new, this being their third month together. Therefore, he still isn't exactly sure what his girlfriend needs during her special time of the month. However, he's sort of getting the idea. It's just a bit tricky for him to know for sure when she's going through it, because she doesn't tell a soul. She leaves them guessing, taking pride in it even.

But this time was a little different. She was laying down in bed, trying to read the book "Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen, when the realization struck her that she was currently using her last (pad/tampon/other). She didn't want to leave her bed, much less her house. She angrily closed her book and slammed in down on the nightstand, thinking over her options in her mind.

George just happened to be passing by her door whenever she slammed her book. It startled him a little, but he entered her room nonetheless. Although she heard him come in, she refused to tear her focus away from her thoughts. George knew something was up a couple days ago. The possibility of her monthly happening was a thought, but he wasn't 100% sure.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, walking over to the edge of the bed before sitting down. "No." She immediately answers, crossing her arms over her chest. She still didn't really want to give in that easily, though. She still had her pride, despite her situation. "What happened?" He wondered. "Nothing." She replied, avoiding his careful gaze.

"C'mon, Love, we both know that isn't true." He says, softening his tone of voice. She almost instantly melts into his stare. She huffs out a breath, however desperate to keep her silence. He treads lightly, brushing a strand of messy hair from her face, whilst caressing her cheek in the meantime. She finally gives way, breaking through to him as if a dam just broke. "Fine." She states.

He smiles, knowing he won without asking the question that would set him up for failure. "I'm on my last (pad/tampon/other) and I don't want to leave the house." She explained. George breaks into a small fit of laughter. "Was it really something that simple? That's nothing compared to what I thought was wrong. But I can get you what you need, Love." He says, after narrowly avoiding a harsh glare. "Would you like anything else while I'm gone?" He wonders. "Hm.. Maybe some chocolate... Please." She answers. He nods before giving her a swift kiss.

Sapnap

Sapnap.. Is quite the special case, to say the least. He does n o t pick up on hints very well... Which leaves him very lost and confused when his girlfriend all of the sudden starts acting a lot different than normal and suddenly more distant with him. She didn't exactly mean too, it was just what happens during her period.

He was scared that he did something wrong because of this, but he couldn't come up with a reason why. Did he leave the toilet seat up? Maybe he accidentally ignored her? What if he forgot about something they were supposed to do? Dear God, did he forget their anniversary or her birthday or something? Despite what he thought he did, he wanted to try and "make things right."

He entered her bedroom as she watching a John Mulaney special on Netflix. He stood beside her bed. "Hey, could we play Pokémon together?" He asked. "No. I don't feel like it." She didn't mean to add the annoyed tone to her voice, but she did. She was just annoyed in general. "D-Did I do something wrong?" He asked, scared of her answer. It was then when she realized she was being short with him and distant.

She sighed, knowing she owed him an explanation now. "I'm sorry, Darling. I didn't mean to come across like that. I'm just... cramping really bad today, and I'm really really really craving some ice cream, but I don't want to get up either." She explains, rambling just a little bit. He blushes a little when he realizes what was going on, but he quickly retrieves some ice cream for the both of them, before joining her in bed and finishing the John Mulaney special together.

Karl

Manz is prepared. I'm talking, he's got a secret box in his closet filled with everything she may need, from pads, to tampons, to chocolates, to a heating pad, he has it all. He's so dedicated to making sure he does everything right that he has a period tracker app on his phone to know when she's about to start. Therefore, he knows when he needs to back up and give you some breathing room.

So one day, when his girlfriend got very upset just because her phone died, he knew exactly why. "Do you need absolutely anything? I brought you a chocolate bar." He says when he hears the ruckus from her room. She softens up almost immediately, always touched by the way he knows what to do and say.

"Thank you.. Could you plug my phone up, please?" She asks. He happily jumps on the simple task, despite her charger literally being right beside her. "And maybe... could we cuddle for a little while too?' She wonders. He smiles brightly. "Definitely." He agrees, before slipping in bed with her as they start to watch Hamilton for the third time.

Quackity

Quackity seems to think it's comedy gold whenever his girlfriend gets infuriated by the tiniest things. He was sitting on the couch, watching something on the T.V., while {Y/n} came out of her room for the first time since today. She came to get a snack herself, not wanting to bother her boyfriend much.

But what she failed to notice as she was walking through the Living Room, was the Thanos doll that Quackity completely forgot to pick up earlier. And of course, she stepped on the damned thing. She yelped, almost falling over thanks to the toy. In a fit of rage, she picked the doll up and stomped over to one of the open windows, throwing it as hard as she could into the outside world.

Quackity could not stop laughing from the moment she stepped on the plastic toy, now laughing harder than ever because of it. "Shut up! It's your stupid fucking fault the thing was left there anyway!" She cursed, clearly displeased. He didn't listen, of course. "I-I'm sorry." He said through his laughter. As much as she wanted to stay mad, his laughter was contagious.

She ended up bursting with laughter as well, their voices mixing like milk and honey in the atmosphere. {Y/n} joined Quackity on the couch, laying across his lap as he played with her hair, the two starting to talk about random topics. She always went through a few days on her period where she was just a little more clingy than the others, but Quackity just learned to accept that. He wouldn't say it exactly, but he did actually enjoy it.

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THE PROMISED NEVERLAND FUCKING THEORY (SPOILERS FOR THOSE NOT PAST 118 AND PAST 80 ish)

This theory is about what might happen soon and possibly the end of the story

**inhales**

THIS IS MY CONTRIBUTION AND I'M PUTTING MY HAND DOWN AND SPOUTIN OUT SOME THEORIES OKAY LET'S START.

**claps hands** THEORY RevIEw

First off ever since they found Norman things have felt a little icky to me and as we all know, a story like this doesn't give you happiness and let's it stay happy. People have said that Norman came back too early but I think that's intentional. The gangs all back together now, but there's gotta be a catch.

Let me also add how Norman looks much older than them. Idk if this is just the way the author drew him, but I think it could show how Norman isn't on Emmas and Rays level anymore since Norman hasn't spent all that time boogieing with them. (Inspired by a best buds theory) So him looking older could be a symbolism thing

OR

He was experimented on at the place he was held captive at and now is older, which could be plausible once we gather more information.

Okay Back to the Trio

Okay everyone's back yes it's all great, but in chapter 120 Norman talks about his plan to eradicate all the monsters. Basically an all out war and everyone is on board, all except Emma. I mean look at this face.

Is this the face of someone who agrees with whatf Norman is saying? Okay we have that established and it is confirmed that Emma doesn't really want to kill the monsters in chapter 122 and is conflicted with that. Emma wants to find a peace for both worlds and that's a really interesting take since the monsters have been basically eating them, but Emma makes a good point in chapter 122.

Now I'm pausing here and going to

RAY TIME

Ray has gone through hell and back for Emma since Grace field to the forest to goldy pond and till now. He follows Emma and believes in her plan to create a peace, since time and time again, she has shown him there is another way. When Ray wanted to leave everyone back at Grace Field, Emma (With ghost Normans help I guess) showed Ray they could do it and save everyone. When Ray and them were in the forest it was Emma who was the light in darkness and believed that everyone can push on. And then at Goldy Pond. HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. THAT. GODDAMN. ARC. THE AUTHOR AND THE ILLUSTRATOR ARE FUCKING MADLADS. Emma's goddamn plan on how to beat the monsters was so fucking cool, but in the end Emma gets hurt and they're all in the cave like "ooohh shit we gonna dieee too many peeps hurt" but then like Oliver is like, "leave us, we dead anyways" and everyone is like "Noooooo", but after all this Ray says

Nobody is being left behind. Emma's words are now his and since he's seen that Emma can do it, then maybe even he can do it.

Now back to chapters 119 and so on. Ray has been seen to be on edge and it looks like he doesn't even trust the place nor Norman

I mean he has the look of concern on his face and I think the authors are hinting something at us because they wouldn't add this in just because. In chapter 121 where everyone was having fun and stuff, we see everyone smiling and it's all nice but yet there are subtle images of Ray being left out.

I think now that Norman and Emma are fine and they're all fine, he feels like he's not needed anymore. His soul reason to keep on living and pushing was to protect his friends. They're in a way, his Ray of Light aahahhahaha **cries in a ball**

I think now, Ray feels left out and like I said not needed, but he's still willing to protect them because he loves them. Although there are some things Ray sees in Norman that is suspicious. Ray isn't stupid and sees more of a bigger picture. Obviously he knows that something is up with Norman, but is just playing along right now because Emma is happy. Basically I would like to say is chapter 121 is the

Calm Before The Storm

So I'm pretty sure we're going to get a spitfire of pain after these chapters.

Now to the Main Point

I think what's going to happen is that Emma's gonna go to Norman and tell him that war is not the answer and that they should go to the "Seven Walls" thing and Dragon eye, (idk it was kinda weird but...)

...because back around chapters 102 and 103 where they went to that creepy temple thing with all the ancient artifacts, Emma and them ALREADY found a way to get in using

But then they were attacked just then. :^( so sad we all know who yeets to heaven.

But when Emma tells Norman this it's one of two things, either Norman refuses to go and pushes his plan for war or Norman agrees to check it out JUST FOR EMMA and pretends to find nothing so he can push for his war. Because I'm sure Norman doesn't want to be goodie goodie with the monsters.

So here it is...

Emma might break from Normas party and might take a small group of people including Ray and find their own solution back at the temples. There might be some people opposed to trying to find a peaceful solution and that's when Emma's original party breaks up. Idk for sure who might stay with Norman (Gilda and that other dude? Probs? Cause with Norman it's safe?). As Emmas party breaks up and leaves, Norman plots for his war and the story soon becomes like a race to see whos solution will prevail

OR

Because we have seen Ray feel iffy about Norman, Ray might make his own group and leave FIRST. Why? Maybe because he feels like he isn't needed anymore OR the fact that Emma wants to stick with Norman a little too much and isn't listening to him. Ray might take an even smaller group and leave to go find info about the monsters or go back to the Feilds to save Phil for Emma, because he feels like he can do it without her. Idk if he would tell her that he is going. I feel like he would but that would mean Emma wants to come. For most of the story it's always been Emma and Ray and now it's his chance to actually be an individual. And it might be a prove to himself thing. In the meantime Emma argues with Norman and that's when she splits from Norman. In the meantime, Ray and Emma try to keep touch as they both do different things, because they can't all go to save Phil and then run back to the temples. That's a lot of time and also Norman is planning his war. So Emmas going to temples, Rays freeing Phil and Normans plotting a war

OR

Norman and their crew go to where Phil is and save him, but some arguments happens (maybe they were going to kill the mama of that house but Emma says like, "no don't kill her.") and BAM! As the house burns up with FLAMES, Emma decides to go to temples and takes some peeps with Ray, while Norman takes the rest of the kids and goes back to plot his war. Then it's a race.

**side note** if this does happen and Ray does want to leave in all of this and be his own third party and disappear to do his own thing, during the showdown in the end of the series, Ray will probs pop out and help Emma

OR?**kinda weird theory

Norman is trying to find the super human kids and make an army outta them and trying to experiment on kids to enhance them for an army. Ray finds out, almost killed. Tells Emma and Emma doesn't believe. Confronts Norman. Norman a hoe and lies to her. Ray makes his third party and leaves. Norman then comes clean like a little bitch. Emma leaves to temples (maybe after Ray leaves her a note on what he's doing)

Conclusion

Basically what I'm trying to say is I think the Trio is going to split and it's going to be where the kids have to choose sides and it's a race to find the right solution.

Just my opinion though, I could be missing a bunch of things but this is what I see. Oh and going back to way Norman is shown earlier than people think, this is why. To start the second phase of the plot. Let me know what y'all think, I'd really love to hear from ya. Thanks for reading till the end. I know it's long as hell.

[iammultifandomaf]

Chapter 43 - Story of Credence

BROTHERHOOD

"I accidentally entered through a portal to Hell - the christian kind. I don't even remember why I did that... I just saw something weird and went right into it. I guess I was curious? Not sure. Yeah and well... I was stuck there because I can't get myself to other realms by myself so to speak. The king of Hell, Crowley noticed my presence pretty soon. At first he was just enjoying the fact that I'm stuck and he has the upper hand. He did his research and knew who I was. But after some time, he grew bored and wanted to strike a bet. He said that if the next time a demon summoning happens, I go and pretend to be one and do everything that a demon would do. That I am supposed to make a deal with somebody to win their soul and drag it to hell, and for that, I'd be free. So, I agreed."

"You can take a soul to Hell?" Lydia asked astoundingly after releasing some smoke out of her mouth.

"No, not really. I was just supposed to take the person somewhere after I did whatever the deal entailed and some real demon would strip the human of their soul... which means killing him. At that time, I was thinking... if the person makes a deal with a demon, they'll die anyways, you know? Anyways... after some time, somebody did summon a demon... it was in London."

"Was it Credence?"

"Well... yes and no. Credence's story isn't really a happy one. Like at that time I didn't really care because I just wanted to get out of Hell as soon as possible and I knew when I took the bet that the person I'll be meeting will die eventually. However, I didn't expect that it would be a 11-year-old kid..."

"He was eleven when he summoned you?"

"Mmm, he didn't do it consciously. Credence and his twin brother, Ciel, where sold into... sex slavery basically-"

"What?"

"Yeah... and old creepy men and sometimes even women were using kids like him for fun and sometimes even buy them so they can abuse them at home. It was a messed up group of people for sure. Rich ones who had too much time on their hands. And one night, they decided to make a demon summoning for fun, using Ciel as the sacrifice. They did not expect, though, that Credence's emotional instability was exactly what a demon needed to latch onto him. So, I pretended to be a demon and asked him, if he wanted to make a deal for his soul and he agreed."

"He was just eleven, though."

"Yeah, I know... Credence was pretty smart for his age, though. He told me that for his soul he wants to destroy all his enemies who wanted to crush his family. He was a son of a lord and he made some people upset. So they got rid of the whole family. So, I just stayed by his side, helping him to find the ones responsible and eliminating them and him becoming the lord. I pretended to be his butler, actually. He decided to call me Sebastian."

"And you spoke french together?"

"Yeah... I taught him a few langugues amongst other things. It was hard not to get attached to him for sure. But I reminded myself of the deal I had with Crowley and tried to keep my emotions out of it. Credence was definitely afraid of me but as a lord's kid, he knew how to behave - so he didn't show it. But I felt it anyways."

"So what happened next? How did you become close?"

"Well, that starts with Crowley messing up the deal, he appeared at the mansion one day, saying that I can't fullfill my deal with Credence because the older twin brother, Ciel, survived, therefore Credence can't become the lord and I lost my bet with Crowley. That made me pretty angry so I made a scene kind of... however that rage fueled me enough to be able to break off that bet I had with Crowley and I stormed out of there, not having to return to Hell."

"You left Credence there alone?"

"Yeah... I regret that until today..."

A few days went by and Stolos noticed that his brother had finally "awoken".

"Mich, do you hear me?"

“Stolos! It's great to hear you. Where are you?"

"London, you?"

“Delhi... Wait."

At once, an Indian man with dark green eyes was standing next to Stolos who sent him a wide smile.

“I am glad that you are here, let me tell you what I've been through."

Stolos quickly explained to his older brother what had happened to him.

Michendros watched him carefully and then asked:"What about the child?"

“Credence? I don't know... I guess he'll be fine. He's a noble."

“Are you sure? Did you check? You already found him in a wretched place before-"

“Hm, yeah... I guess maybe... I should."

“You said he was a good kid."

“Yes, but what then? Where do I take him if he's somewhere place awful as you say?"

“Maybe just look for him first?"

“Alright. Could you maybe get us some place in the meantime? Or are you returning to India?"

“Um... well, I think we could get something here... maybe somewhere outside the city? I do want to return to Delhi, though. I have a mother there and I want to make sure she has everything she needs. She had me with an Englishman who was there for business and left her as soon as he found out she was pregnant. I can't leave her alone, you know."

“Oh yeah. Of course. And other siblings?"

“No, unfortunately my older sister died when I was seventeen."

“I'm sorry, Mich."

“Yeah, well, you know how it goes."

“Doesn't mean it's easy."

“Go on, now. I have a haunch that the kid needs you."

Stolos and Michendros departed then and the younger sibling returned to the mansion where he took care of Credence as a butler for the last three years.

“Michendros always brings me back somehow," Stolos thought as he focused on any trail that could help him find Credence. He couldn't use anything out of their demon-human contract because it was fake since the beginning, therefore Stolos couldn't take any information out of it. So, he just invited himself into the mansion and began looking for anything helpful.

Stolos only heard the servants going about the mansion and a child who wasn't Credence, though. He let himself teleport to the room where Credence's older twin was sitting at a table, probably reading some correspondence. Stolos didn't really want to bother with theatrics and simply just read Ciel's mind and popped ouf of the room before the child noticed his presence.

What Stolos found out made him feel nervous and angry at the same time. How could his own brother sell Credence back to the sex-slavery market. It's not like that Credence was trying to get Ciel's position as the heir of the family. He was just trying to live his life and get revenge on the ones who hurt them.

Stolos decided to change his appearance as he did not want anyone to associate him with the sex-slave trade, at least so he thought how he felt about it. After he casted an illusion of an mid-age man, he hurriedly teleported himself to a secluded house that seemed empty at the first glance. Stolos quickly walked to the big wooden door and knocked loudly.

After a minute or two, a slim-looking man with round glasses opened the door and raised his furry eyebrow at Stolos.

“How may I help you?" he asked.

“Um... I am here... to buy."

“Password?"

“Wine and cherries," Stolos said as soon as he found the answer inside the man's mind.

"Come on in," the man politely smiled and stepped aside to make space for Stolos who entered without hesitation, already trying to look for Credence with his senses.

“What do you have in mind? Female, male?" the man asked formally, as if he was selling something common as food or clothing.

“I actually am here for one particular boy, thirtheen-ish."

“Mm, good taste."

At this moment, Stolos had already went through everything what he needed to find in that man's head, though, and didn't really need his presence anymore.

“Let me-" the man started but his mouth was left open as the customer's hand blew up in fire and went straight to his face. In a split second, the man's head was smashed into the wall behind him, the impact cracking and burning his skull at once.

Stolos didn't wait long before popping himself into another room where according to the now dead man Credence should have been. He appeared in a dark room filled with stench that disgusted Stolos.

In front of him, a naked man was 'testing out the product' as the man with the glasses labeled it. The moment Stolos' eyes landed on that horrendous scene, the man's body flew to the wall behind him, clashing against it and leaving him limp on the floor.

“He doesn't belong to you," Stolos uttered through his teeth and quickly laid his coat over Credence who was numbly staring at the ceiling.

Stolos wasn't certain if he should reveal his identity right away or not, so he decided to put the boy to sleep first and figure it out later. With a snap of his fingers, Credence was clean and clothed properly and Stolos picked him up carefully, wrapping him into his coat as if it was supposed to comfort the now sleeping boy.

The next moment, he stood in a hallway of the new aquired house by Michendros who turned around to welcome his younger brother with a smile.

“That was fast," Stolos commented the house.

“Yes, well, I am pretty effective when I want," Michendros replied and his eyes landed on the boy in his arms.

“I was right about my feeling, huh?"

“Hm, I was too late..."

“At least you have him now," Michendros sighed, "where was he?"

“A disgusting place, really. I could never understand people who would rape kids."

“Yeah, I don't understand people who rape others. Period."

“I guess every one has a different way how to be monstrous."

“Do you want to do something about that place?"

“I haven't really had the time to think about it... But I guess after I put Credence down..."

“You know what, let me do the honors. You stay by his side. It was already enough that you left him once. And I think he'll need you after he wakes up."

“I am not sure if he will be excited to see me, again."

“That's why you look like an old man?" Michendros chuckled.

“Ugh," Stolos changed back into being the pale-looking, black-haired gentleman as before, "I guess. And I didn't want anyone to see me there."

“Alright, well, if you allow me, I'll need the address," Michendros said and touched Stolos forehead lightly and with a reassuring smile, he disappeared.

“Fine, so let's get you to a nice bed where you can rest," Stolos said softly and carried Credence to the first bedroom he found and laid him down, covering him with the duvet.

**Ian Somerhalder as Stolos**

**Sacha Dhawan as Michendros just w/ green eyes**

**young Finn Wolfhard as young Credence**

[neotelenta]

3/6/18 (BONUS) OC Tables (Part 1)

1: Voirade The (Brilliant) Thief

2: Baxter Prague

3. "The Soul Designer"

4. "The Soul Designer's Assistant"

5. Storyteller

6. Walter Edgemond

7. Guy Gridley

8. The Servant of Sound

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"Walter Edgemond finds themselves locked into a malfunctioning elevator with "The Soul Designer's Assistant". What happens?"

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Walter: Shoot! The blasted thing's stuck! Ugh…

*Walter looks over at the Assistant to find that he's glowing in an impressive multitude of colors*

Walter: Well I gotta admit, Assistant, you sure know how to light up a dark room. You could easily pass for a popular idol here in Strength.

Assistant: Thanks. I'll try and take that as a compliment. Although I'd rather we focus on our current situation, if you don't mind.

Walter: Right, right. Always terse and to the point. Hey, help me out here. Maybe we can get this door open. And climb out, presuming we're near a floor.

Assistant: Sure. Here. Stand back for a second.

*The Assistant brings up what looks like a holographic 3D grid in front of him and overlays it with the crack in the door. The grid turns red in warning, but a moment later, a metallic blob appears in the grid and solidifies into a stake shape, with the pointed end facing directly in between the elevator doors. Moving forward ever so slightly, the stake gets jammed in between, and slowly opens them.*

Assistant: Now. I'll hold it here. Open it up the rest of the way.

Walter: Okay. Let me just….Hrrrrnnnngh!

*Walter, with his calloused hands and significant upper body strength, makes use of the opening and separates the two doors, revealing that they hadn't completely left the floor, and there's room for them to get out from the bottom. Assistant dematerializes the hologram, and the metal stake disappears with it.*

Walter: Hahah! There we go! Not bad teamwork, if I do say so! Classic stuff…

Assistant: Let's just get out of here. I don't like these small spaces.

*From outside the elevator, a voice calls out.*

Designer: Hey! Pixie! Are you alright?

Walter: Uh...You talkin' about your Assistant? Bwahahaha! Yes, he's fine! I'm fine, too, thank you!

Designer: Oh! Walter! Sorry, I didn't know you took the same elevator.

*Walter, in the meantime, crawls out from the bottom and drops down to the floor, with a little bit of help from Designer. Assistant soon follows.*

Assistant: Well that was different. Shall we proceed to the meeting?

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"Storyteller goes to 'The Soul Designer's funeral."

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Storyteller: ...I don't see any reason for this to happen. No. Let's go back a bit. There's no need for this. D=

*The scene fades to a paper-textured cream color, and you hear the sound of wind and fluttering pages.*

Storyteller: Cameron doesn't want to do this one, so neither do I.

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"Guy Gridley has to fight Walter Edgemond."

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Guy: I really don't see the point in this.

Walter: Haha! Maybe you don't, but you're looking like a mighty proud conniving villain if you ask me! What reality show are YOU from?

Guy: ...I'm no villain, Mr. Edgemond. I'm not trying to be, anyways. You must understand that I'm doing this for the good of EVERYONE.

Walter: Doing what? Convincing depressed and degraded people to commit SUICIDE? Have you lost your mind?!

Guy: I have lost a lot of things, Mr. Edgemond, but in fact, my mind is one of my most prized possessions. I pay a lot of attention to it. Try to think of things from my perspective. I know I do with yours.

Walter: What do YOU know?!

Guy: That all of this is pointless. The countless heroes and villains you deal with. The money. The fickle fame that comes with drawing the attention of millions of people for short periods of time. The fear-riddled culture this whole place reeks of. The only way you cope with all of it is by always showing that you're tough, and that if you pretend you're not afraid, maybe you won't be afraid at all. That if you play by the rules and don't cross any lines, you have nothing to be afraid of. But you KNOW that isn't true. Because the lines will get drawn closer...and closer...And closer...Until even people like you are thrown out like the trash. And you'll be picked clean. I know what it's like, Walter. Please.

Walter: Nnngh…...You just really like to put things in those tidy life boxes with your words, don't you? It's infuriating to hear stuff like that come from someone I barely even know beyond his misdeeds. What do you want from me, huh?

Guy: Your life. But not for me. For yourself.

Walter: Oh, come on, Gridley…

Guy: Yes. Here I am giving you a lecture on why you should die. What's the problem? I can make it look convincing. You won't have to take a SINGLE scrap of blame. No-one will know but me, and I make it a solemn point to never share personal details like this to the outside world if I can help it.

Walter: ……But...I have people to ca-

Guy: Do THEY care about you? They only like you because they see you as a resource. And they treat you as just some person. When was the last time one of your coddled protagonists ever asked you about how your day was going? They never do that, do they? Or what about all of the literal garbage you begrudgingly buy from them to stay in line with what the reality shows want? They say the profit you make is from the 'heroes' themselves, but the 'heroes' don't tell you any of the other stuff they do, do they?

Walter: ……

Guy: Walter, please don't do this to yourself. If you die, it will finally break the system. They'll realize what they've done and what they're missing. That you, and anyone like yourself shouldn't be pushed like this. You will be the great sacrifice that helps TRULY save this town. You won't be missed. You'll be revered. I will see to it that everyone knows about you.

Walter: …...Let me go. Please. I don't want to look at you.

Guy: I...Hm.

*Guy raises his gun at the back-turned Walter and fires*

Guy: May this world be blessed with your understanding.

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"Voirade and The Servant of Sound go on a quest to save Baxter Prague."

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*Voirade and TSoS are riding in the back seats of a monorail train.*

Voirade: ...It's been too long, see? I can't believe it's been years, already…

SoS: TTS_Yes.mp3

Voirade: ...I'll be damned if I haven't been wantin' to return Snatcher to you ever since that day. They was wantin' to destroy your music, see? I couldn't live by that. Kekeke...Nah, not me. I'm a thief, but I has me limits.

SoS: TTS_I'm_Glad_You_Kept_Him_Safe_For_Everyone.mp3

Voirade: Yeah, me too, see? We gotta find Baxter, though. Only he can put the two of you back together again. Then maybe we'll get to finally see what it was like when you were fully human. Kekeke!

SoS: …

[[[The other prompts will come later. This was all I could do for today. Thank you again for reading.]]]

[realtalk-princeton]

I'm coming back from leave, and I didn't get into three of the five classes I wanted to take next semester. Everything in my life has gone downhill since I went to Princeton, and I feel like I should have just transferred during my freshman year. I'm going to have a horrible semester next semester because I am forced to take classes that I'm not even interested in. I don't know what to do, and I feel really upset.

Response from Clover:

Fuck man I’m sorry... that is really annoying and must be very stressful to have this on your mind. One thing I do want to remind you of is that, although it seems like those 3 classes are completely out of the question for you because they’re full rn and everything seems like a disaster, this is all not set in stone. People always drop classes, even if they’re small. Sadly TigerPounce is no longer a thing, but if you stay vigilant about checking during add/drop, I’m sure you will be able to get into one or even all three of the ones you wanted. It’ll be good to always have the course numbers at the ready to input into your TigerHub, and also know exactly what filler classes you need to drop in order to eliminate time conflicts. For example, if you add ASTXXX, MOLXXX, and EEBXXX in the meantime as fillers, and one day you find the class COSXXX you actually want has an open spot, you’ll know right away that you need to remove the AST and EEB classes from your schedule in order to successfully enroll in the COS one because those are the two with conflicting times in TigerHub.

Still though, despite there being a way to try and resolve the issue, it still sucks you even have to be stressing about this. Truly the last thing you need. Try your best to search for ones that interest you, even if remotely. Or maybe instead try to look for classes you know people in instead, because if no class is particularly eye-catching for you, might as well have a pset/study/venting-about-the-class buddy.

I am sorry you feel this way about wishing you had switched, but the way this is phrased I wonder if maybe this is coming from heat of the moment anger. We are more than happy to talk with you about this feeling in a broader context of what else has made your experience here regretable so far, and maybe try to make you feel better about your decision to stick it out at Pton.

Ik these are all just words, but it’s all just to say you’re not alone in these thoughts and we are here for you to vent about this whenever! I wish you the best of luck with getting new courses/into those 3 during add/drop— I am sending much positive energy your way ✨🥺🍀

Response from Clipper:

Ninja’d but adding my response below because it takes a slightly different approach.

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I’m going to give you some tough love here, because I have been exactly in your shoes and I think you may need this (depending on how much of this question was hyperbole or genuine black and white thinking):

Pull it together. Breathe.

You are anxious about coming back because Princeton is tough. Life is tough  to deal with, and with Princeton on top, it’s still going to be tough. I get it. But right now you are all in your head, accepting your racing anxieties as fact. This is not healthy, nor will it lead to success. There is no way that you can say for sure right now that you are going to have a horrible semester. You are speaking in black and white extremes, which simply isn’t true about life. This is your just your fear talking. I know that it can be convincing and that your brain rewards you for entertaining these forgone conclusions. I am providing an alternative perspective to your internal monologue that may strike as dissonant and uncaring to you while you are in this state of panic, but I hope you can reflect on the following and see that I am coming from a place of experience and love.

There is still add/drop period, where some spaces may open up. Have you emailed the professors to get on their waitlists? Explain that you are coming from leave and they may be nice and let you enroll. Have you just not gotten into all of your classes and then given up? Seems like you have.

I am certain that there are more classes that you are at least minimally interested in than just five. Just because you didn’t get into your top five classes, doesn’t mean that all other classes are going to be soul-crushingly devastating. There are over 1,100 classes next semester. Widen your search.

Classes are not the be all and end all. Just because you are in boring classes, doesn’t mean your whole life has gone to shit. You can find fulfillment elsewhere in your Princeton experience. Not every class we take here has to light up your loins with passion. They just have to be bearable. Do you have friends taking classes? That can make them more fun. There are more semesters (presumably) where you will be more likely to get into your preferred classes.

As much as I hate Princeton and regret coming here, I also doubt that absolutely everything has gone downhill in your life since Princeton. Have you lost everything? No. You have the ability to see, read, access the internet, have clean drinking water, and many more things that you are taking for granted and place you in the top few percentiles of the world in terms of quality of life. It could be much worse, but it isn’t. Can you accept that this is true?

Have you been seeing a therapist/psychiatrist? Have you set up for your care to be here at Princeton when you resume? Please take steps to secure this in time for your arrival.

I can relate to reacting very viscerally to disappointments that life throws at you, but I hope that you can see that there is a good chance that you will have a successful semester, despite not getting into the classes you wanted, and despite other life circumstances that hinder you. Best of luck.

[punkpandapatrixk]

🌱DEVELOPMENTS🪴

Heeey cute and capable peeps~👩🏻‍🌾I've got so much news I actually don't know where to begin! But I'll try to summarise some new developments that have been going on and will be rolling out in the coming weeks~ Kyah!🌞

For starters, Patreon actually upgraded itself massively last week and now the platform has a SHOP feature!✨I've published my Mini Reading🧸 and Unplugged Reading🎻 there, so now you can simply order a reading of your choice without applying for a membership🍀Details can be found in each service's description🔻

Feedback/reviews are on the comments section of my [Paid Readings] post😉I'll be delighted to answer any questions you may have~🌷

✨ON TO THE NEW STUFF~🍩

You may have noticed that now I have a Moon Panda Pick-A-Pic. This, of course, is a monthly PAC and will be based on the gentle guidance of the full moon🌝

I don't think there will be a New Moon PAC because I genuinely think new moons are a time when we need to dive inside and get our deepest Soul's guidance on our own. New moons, basically, you just need to rest a lot and clean your house!🌚HAHAHA

And if you feel a great affinity towards the Moon, my side blog Punk Daily Read is finally up and running💐I post daily readings there🔻

You will love it if you work with the Divine Feminine energy—even if you're just starting to embrace this gentle, loving, compassionate-yet-unabashedly-bitchy energy😈🩰

🍊EVEN MORE NEW STUFF!🎨

For the longest time, I've been talking about wanting to publish stories on Wattpad. It's been difficult to divide my ATTENTION between passionate creative writing and what’s generally a doozie writing😴On the Full Buck Moon though, I’ve decided to strictly invest my precious energy on just my passionate work. I couldn’t deal with the boredom and energy drainage caused by my muggle job anymore😅🤪

Voila, at once I’m able to post weekly again, with less resistance🫦Writing for things that actually matter makes me happier and in time, I’m sure publishing my stories will just come along naturally effortlessly—I just know it📚

Secondly, I have a plan for a new mini segment called Punk Panda Affirmations. Oh well… If only I knew how or had the technology to create subliminal tracks I certainly would go that way instead😃But because I don’t, I will do this in the meantime. If you’re a sub maker, you’re absolutely free to take Punk Panda Affirmations and incorporate them into your own work🪄

The reason I want to do this is because I want to infuse a more advanced understanding of affirmations and subliminals into the collective🤡I’ll definitely expand on that later! I plan on working with specific concepts that hopefully would be interesting to you. Please look forward to how it will all turn out💗😍

Lastly, I have been invited to a PAC collab that's currently in the preparation stage🍜I've never done a collab before!🍣I'm quite excited and hoping something pretty can come from me🐣The reader who's invited me totally offers a very pretty, calming, and healing aesthetic on her blog🍃Please look forward to this collab as well~ Kyah!🙊

Phew, if this isn’t the longest blog update I’ve done so far💛That’s all I’ve got for now. Much Love and please remember how much I am grateful for your reading this!💋Have a great summer!🌻