#is that not enough for it to be special itself?

[buggachat]

SEASON 6 ILLUSTRHATER THOUGHTS

honestly, I was expecting the animation to be more jarring for me than it actually was. It was actually really easy for me to get into and tbh just looks really nice. Adrien is the character I'll need to get used to the most, but I like his look fine, I just need to get used to it.

But like. special shoutout to nino. NINO????? NINO LOOKS. SO FUCKING CUTE. I love him so much I want to squish his face?? I'm almost unable to watch this episode in a normal way because I'm too busy staring at Nino's adorable face the whole time.

the DJWifi was so cute in this episode. theyre so sweet

in general I really like the redesigns of all the characters. I think they all look like... them. Like Nathaniel looks more like Nathaniel to me, Kagami looks more like Kagami, Sabrina looks like Sabrina and Ivan looks like Ivan. I can't describe it — they look like they've matured enough to have a better understanding of who they are. I like it.

Also, the intro sequence. If there's still any doubt about whether the show will address "marinette's lie coming back to bite her / looming over her" this season, I feel like the intro answers that pretty clearly and with a distinct tone

Another thing — the background characters look soooo much better in the new animation. Not only do they not look like terrifying low res monstrosities like they did in the old show, but they have such a wide array of distinct body types that i really appreciate. a lot of diversity in the crowds w race and disability too. and they look good. it's really refreshing.

I. LOVE. the new butterfly-telepathy sequences. the way that butterfly!lila talks to her victims in a little dreamscape where she's able to use her body language and manipulation tactics. I cannot actually emphasize how much this strangely excited me. It feels so much more emotionally impactful and interesting and dynamic and Lila than what Hawkmoth did

I know people are going to be upset about Marinette being awkward around Adrien again, but I feel like it makes a lot of sense to me. In the more general sense, it makes a lot of sense for this soft-refresh of the show that is marketing itself to a new audience to re-introduce the adrienette dynamic in a way that is just a smidge redundant to old fans. This is kind of important background on how Adrien and Marinette have always been with each other and the context of their relationship! That's important to show.

As a more in-character/universe explanation — while, yes, Adrien and Marinette started to get much more comfortable in their relationship in the old season, they never really got time to BREATHE. they were awkward and messy for the majority of their time together in s5, and then right as they started to get comfortable, Gabriel started puppeteering Adrien in a way that made things pretty tense for them, and then a whole whirlwind happened where he was sent away, and then his DAD DIED and he presumably spent a lot of the summer in mourning and— and— i dunno. I don't think it's too much of a stretch for me to believe that their relationship still feels awkward, especially when a new butterfly villain just popped up and likely reminded marinette of the whole Fiasco and threw her into mega-stress mode.

Their relationship isn't technically all that "new" like they act like it is, but this IS actually probably the first time they've been able to go on regular dates like this! So it feels new, they're still sort of in that "new" stage. Before, Gabriel was keeping Adrien away, and then Adrien probably wasn't in a good headspace for a lot of the summer after he died.

(Also, I just enjoy watching Marinette be awkward about Adrien. I definitely prefer them re-treading some old ground to new audiences than for their relationship to feel too jarringly different than how we've seen them interact in the past. I wouldn't want the time skip to be used as too much of a crutch, especially when I expect that Adrien spent a lot of it in mourning)

But anyway, they're still kissing in the season intro, and this is only episode TWO of the season, so I'm excited to see them gradually get more lovey dovey as the season goes on. (Or for Marinette's stress and guilt to overwhelm her! Who knows! I'm down!)

Oh also, Ladybug looks SO GOOD. she is so shiny and pretty and I love the red in her hair and i love her and I love ladynoir talking about their relationships and and and. and. i love them. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[timeclonemike]

I have a theory about that, and like most things American, it involves a LOT of racism.

There's two sides to firearms ownership in the USA. The first part is purely physical, defined by the technical specifications of the weapon and the composition of the ammunition. At risk of drastically oversimplifying an entire field of technology, different guns are optimized for different combat and non-combat scenarios.

The other side is psychological / sociological. Socially, firearms have had a special place in American culture going back to before, technically speaking, there was a USA. During the back-and-forth between the colonies and Great Britain that eventually lead to the war between them, one of the escalating points of contention was an intent (and later attempts) by the British Army to seize and disarm the civilian population. At the time, a lot of people living outside of major population centers were shit-scared of the local folks that were here BEFORE all the Puritans showed up and fucked things up, either because they imagined they were under constant threat (because of racist ideas) or because they were ACTUALLY in an area of contention between the indigenous people and the various European colonial powers like England and France (because of racist actions caused by racist ideas). A lot of people in the colonies still remembered what happened in the French and Indian War. Having their muskets taken away under those circumstances was considered, not without reason, a death sentence, which in turn made the right to bear arms a rallying cry that a lot of the rebelling colonies ended up agreeing on.

This became a key point in American History - or rather, the Mythologized version of our history we are taught early on in grade school. The firearm is not simply a tool or a weapon, but an icon of power in and of itself. The term "gun fetishist" has been pejoratively used to describe firearms enthusiasts, and for some of them it is actually fairly accurate, because weapons are one of the key elements of America's "folk religion". It's a symbol of power and hope expressed in the language of violence and conflict.

And, at the risk of doing armchair psychology on a sizable cross-section of the American population, symbols of hope and comfort are most intently sought out by those who are frightened and traumatized. This is why so many people undergo religious conversions after a major life changing event; in American terms, buying a gun after getting robbed or assaulted is both literally and symbolically reclaiming lost agency. This, in turn, is why the nation with the loosest gun laws and the highest gun violence can't actually do anything with all those weapons, because for the vast majority of Americans they are basically security blankets. They're not bought, owned, and maintained with the intent to DO anything, they are there to make the owner feel better. (And the feeling of power and safety, by itself, can be enough to improve some people's quality of life without changing their actual circumstances, so there's slightly less pressure to actively make things better.)

This is also where the glorification of police and authority figures comes from, because the idea of being able to inflict violence on others with almost unlimited impunity (which is ALSO a house built on a Foundation of Racism) is a tremendously potent power fantasy. ESPECIALLY for those who have been traumatized by an experience of powerlessness. It takes a lot of time, energy, and patience to look at your own scars and vulnerabilities in order to deal with them in a healthy way; imagining yourself as the one who scars others is quick and easy and addictive.

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Dress Up, Part 5: The Gift (Come Fly With Me)✨

Boo! Surprise chapter! This idea was sparked by some conversations I had with the bestie @citrusbatsandhoneybees along with some great ideas from @rosen-und-mondlicht, I hope you enjoy this one <3

P.S.: There is a little time skip between this chapter and the last!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Lucifer wants to give you the best birthday present he could think of, something that you and him can finally share together...

Warnings: 18+, smut, light wing play, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, clone shenanigans, pegging, biting, multiple orgasms, little bit of angst

"Happy Birthday, angel."

Lucifer's soft words caused you to stir awake. You peaked one eye open and saw your darling husband smiling down at you as he hovered above you, twirling your hair with his finger. You moaned and covered your head with the heavy sheets. You kept telling yourself that you would stop falling asleep without any clothes on since you always woke up freezing in the morning. But you and Lucifer went at it for so long the night before that you both ended up passing out almost immediately! But such is the price you pay when you marry the most beautiful creature in existence!

"Noooo," you whined playfully, "too early. Too cold."

Lucifer chuckled while he uncovered your head and gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek. "It's never too early to start celebrating!"

Lucifer was absolutely terrible at keeping secrets, especially when it came to you. You could tell from his chipper tone that he had something extraordinary planned for your special day, even though you told him there's nothing he could give you; you already had him, that was more than enough. Lucifer pressed himself against you, spooning you and draping an arm and a leg over your frigid body. "Plus, I can always warm you up, you know," he teased.

"Oh, what a generous offer," you rolled your eyes at him and laughed. "But maybe you're right, we should probably head to the hotel. I'm sure Charlie spent a lot of time with some sort of surprise party or..."

"Actually, love," Lucifer cut you off, "I was hoping we could have breakfast first."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Well, we can! But I'm not all that hungry right now, I hardly ever eat in the morning."

"Oh, I know," Lucifer's hand traveled down the length of your arm to your elbow, finally letting it fall to your hip. "I, on the other hand, am starving," he whispered sensually into your ear.

Goosebumps littered your skin as you realized what your insatiable lover was insinuating. "Was last night not enough for you, Luci?"

"I promise you that for as long as I exist, I could never have enough of you," he responded softly, his thumb rubbing loose circles on your skin.

Your cheeks were practically burning now. Even after all this time, the incarnation of temptation itself never failed to make you swoon. It felt as though you found yourself crushing on the devil all over again as if you weren't already his beloved wife.

Lucifer's hands remined on the curve of your hips, his golden eyes almost pleading for a response. You knew he would never do anything unless you gave him permission; just one of his amazing qualities. You took a hold of his hand and guided towards your core, leaving  no doubt in his mind. You smiled and nodded, watching his face practically light up. His fingers wasted no time finding that sensitive bundle of nerves between your folds, starting with small rhythmic circles. A sharp gasp fell from your lips as your body fell prey to his ministrations once again. He knew your body like it was his own, all that mattered to him was your pleasure. It wasn't long before you felt two of his blackened digits slip slowly inside you. Effortlessly, Lucifer pumped them in and out of you; he couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction to just being fingered. To him, it was the most adorable thing; he wanted nothing more to bring you pleasure. Especially on a day as special as this. After a minute or two, he withdrew his fingers from you and wrapped his forked tongue around them, licking up every drop of your delicious slick. It drove him wild.

"I adore the way you taste, love," he cooed as you mourned the loss of his fingers, a tiny whimper escaping your throat. "Aww hon, don't guilt trip me like that! Come on, why don't you have a seat?"

Before you could respond, Lucifer swiftly moved your body on top of his, your legs now spread around his eager face. He beamed up at you before trailing kisses up the length of your thighs. Your breath hitched as his lips found your needy clit.

"Gaa-aaahh...Luci..." you managed to choke out as the devil began to lose himself in your taste. Words were useless now, there was no stopping him once he started. Not that you ever wanted him to. Your gripped his soft golden hair with one hand as your other reached for the headboard to steady yourself from his relentless motions. Your mind was beginning to fog again, it was difficult to even form any coherent words. Even in your daze, you managed to turn around and noticed Lucifer's lower half still concealed by the comforter. It didn't seem fair to you that you were getting all of the special treatment while your poor husband was left neglected. Without warning, you removed your hand from the headboard and threw off the sheets to reveal Lucifer's very noticeable erection. A small gasp left Lucifer's lips, but that did nothing to deter him from his actions.

"O-On second th-thought..." you mumbled out, "m-maybe I am a little hungry..."

You raised your hips from Lucifer's face to try and turn around, wanting to give him the same feeling he was giving you. But before you could even move and inch, the man beneath you forced you back down onto his desperate mouth. You yelped in protest, trying and failing to break out of the angelic grip he had on your hips.

"Mm-mmm" he mumbled into your skin, shaking his head.

"L-Lucifer!" you chastised him. "What are you doing? Don't you want-"

"No," he answered softly. "I-I mean, yes! But not right now...stay here..."

You raised your eyebrow. Lucifer was never one to turn down the feeling of your lips on his cock. And he knew how much you loved to bring him to the brink with your tongue alone. "I-I thought I was the birthday girl. I don't think y-you can say no to me, legally speaking."

Lucifer chuckled as he peppered small kisses on your slick folds. "I promise I will give you whatever you want today, no questions asked. Just...later. For now, your pleasure is the only thing I care about." You were about to say something back before he peered up at you with pleading eyes. "Please...Please don't worry about me. I'll be fine!" You sighed but conceded. Lucifer was nothing if not selfless; given that it was your birthday, you shouldn't have expected anything less.

"O-Oh alright," you pouted, "but I'm going t-to hold you to that promise!"

"I would expect nothing less from you, my queen," Lucifer grinned. "Now, where was I?"

Lucifer's ravenous nature took over once more, reveling in your taste. You found your hips bucking against him almost involuntarily. Unraveling you was his favorite pastime, one of which he would never tire. His lips worked furiously against your swollen nub; your breathy moans only egged him on. With little warning, you came hard against his eager mouth, gripping his hair as your walls contracted repeatedly. Your husband relished the taste of your orgasm, humming gleefully and licking you clean.

"Good girl," he praised, pressing soft kisses to your thighs as you tried to catch your breath. He gingerly took a hold of your hips and placed you back down onto the mattress, peppering kisses along your cheek and jaw. "Now if you'll excuse me, my queen, I need to take a VERY cold shower." You dared not look at what you could only imagine was a throbbing erection between his legs. You wouldn't be able to resist helping him out otherwise. Lucifer rose from the bed and started to make his way to the bathroom, but not before you caught his wrist.

"Can I at least join you?" you asked, batting your eyes. Lucifer gave you an amused look and raised an eyebrow. "I really don't want to spend my birthday covered in sweat, Luci! I promise I'll behave! You have my word." You signed an X symbol over your heart before raising your hand to signal your honest intentions. Your lover chuckled lightly, giving you a chaste kiss on your lips.

"You're right," he responded, trailing his hand down against your cheek. "I can't say no to you. Just give me a minute or two, alright? I really DO need a cold shower!"

You nodded in agreement and waited patiently as Lucifer fought to get his body under control again. Just as you promised, your shower was uneventful, taking turns washing each other's hair and bodies. Small intimate moments like these were some of your favorites. Being naked together in a non-sexual way proved just how much trust and love the two of you had for one another. And it could only grow stronger. When Lucifer was washing your back, however, you started to hear him humming to himself, tracing the lowest space between your shoulder blades with his free hand.

"That tickles, you know," you chimed in, breaking Lucifer out of his trance.

"O-Oh! Sorry, love, I didn't mean to do that. Got a little distracted." He sighed, not in disappointment, no. More like...he was daydreaming.

"Oh yes, my back is mesmerizing, isn't it?" you teased.

Lucifer laughed with you. "I'm glad you finally admitted it! It's about time someone else appreciated the perfect form of the prettiest woman in the realm!" Your face felt hot once again. You would never understand how Lucifer could manage to fluster you even after being together for a while now. "Actually, I was thinking about your gift this year."

You hummed. Lucifer always managed to outdo himself for every one of your birthdays, even though you always had to remind him not to go overboard. A brand-new wardrobe full of the most expensive clothes, the countless number of shimmering necklaces and earrings, the song he wrote and performed just for you; you couldn't help but think it was way more than you ever deserved.

"You know you never need to get me anything, right?" You turned your head to the side and smiled softly at him. "Not that I don't adore what you give me, but I have everything I could possibly need and more."

"Darling, you deserve more than everything," he responded as he continued to trace shapes along the skin of your back. "but this year, I think it's important that I tell you what I want to give you."

You paused, tilting your head in confusion. This was bizarre. The man was the worst at keeping secrets, but somehow he always managed to surprise you with his extravagant gifts for your birthday; he would never say a peep!

"It's okay Lucifer, you don't have to tell me! I know you like to keep me guessing and I don't mind-"

"No, this is different," he said cutting you off. "B-But it's not bad! Am I making it seem bad? God, this is the worst start to a pitch for birthday gift ever, huh?"

You could only laugh. The poor thing tended to stress himself out over the littlest things. You turned around and embraced him as the hot water from the shower rained down on your bodies.

"You're silly," you chuckled. "Of course, I know it's not going to be bad; it's from you!" You watched as a faint gold color dusted his cheeks. It was the cutest thing; if you could fluster him all the time, you would. "Let's finish up here and you can tell me all about it, okay?"

The angel smiled and nodded, pushing some fallen strands of damp hair behind your ear. You turned off the shower and tried to make your way to your closet before his charcoal hand took a hold of your wrist.

"This is going to sound a just a little suspicious, but don't get dressed just yet." You raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, don't give me that look! I promise there's a very good reason! Here!" With a quick snap of his fingers, you found your body and hair were now perfectly dry with your favorite robe appearing around your body. "There you go! To prove there are no underlying intentions, I've shielded myself from your temptations!"

You rolled your eyes as he snapped himself a robe. "Do you know how easily I can remove this?" you asked playfully as you teased the tied-up straps of your garment. "And yours?"

"Hooonnnnneeeeyyyy," Lucifer whined. "I literally just got myself to calm down, please don't make me take a cold shower again!"

You giggled, agreeing to let him have his way. For now. The two of you walked back over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "So, tell me, Luci, what's this gift you're so worked up about?"

Lucifer smiled softly and took a hold over your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your supple skin. "Well, it uhh...it involves my magic. Which is why I think it's important that I tell you beforehand. Because what I want to do, what I want to give you, is permanent. It can't be undone. So, if you're not one hundred percent on board with this, then your gift will be whatever else you desire!" He fell silent and held your face in his hand.

You don't know why, but you started to feel your heart beating a little faster, you could almost hear the blood pounding in your ears. You weren't scared, no. Maybe excited? But that didn't seem to be right either. The few seconds of silence was killing you. You had to know what he was planning. "What is it, Lucifer?" you asked, not being able to wait any longer.

He let out a deep breath before answering. "My love, would you like to fly with me?"

You furrowed your brows at his unexpected response. "Well, I mean, sure! We go flying all the time! I like seeing the rings from above, and you holding me so close is always a nice bonus. Is there something special about this trip?"

Lucifer only shook his head. "That's not exactly what I'm asking, sweetie. I mean, would you like to go flying with me? With your own set of wings?"

Oh...

Oh!

"H-How?" you stammered. "I didn't even know that was possible..."

"Well, luckily for you, your husband is a seraphim!" Lucifer announced proudly. "Only the highest-ranking angels can use magic this powerful! That is...if that's what you want. I-I can always come up with something else if you don't want them! I'm just now realizing that I did not plan ahead...if you give me a minute I can-"

"Lucifer, slow down!" you held is hands tight. "You didn't even give me a chance to answer, goofball!"

He smiled sheepishly, taking a few deep breaths. "Right, right, I'm sorry. You know me, chronic overthinker! So...is that a yes, then?"

You nod. "Yes, it is. I would love to have wings, Luci, to be able to fly with you."

Lucifer shot off the bed with excitement, taking you by the wrists and twirling you in a circle, a fit of giggles erupting from the both of you. When you finally stopped, he gazed into your eyes longingly before pressing a single kiss on your cheek. "You're absolutely sure, right? Because after I'm done, they'll be a part of you forever."

You smiled and returned a kiss to his cheek. "I'm sure. They'll be a part of me just like you are. Forever."

You could almost see the tears welling up in Lucifer's eyes as you spoke. He leaned in close to you, his breath hot on your ear. "For all time. Here, come with me." He walked you over to the center of the room, and with a snap of his fingers, created a large wall of mirrors that encircled the two of you. "Just to make this less scary, I want  you to be able to see what I'm doing. Think of this as like...getting a tattoo!"

You let out a small shaky breath. "Will it hurt?"

"Somewhat," Lucifer replied, "but not too much. Embedding angelic magic is a bit of a tricky process. I won't be able to stop once I've started, so I want to check with you one last time...do you want this?"

"I do," you answered unwaveringly. "Besides, you know I can handle my fair share of pain," you winked at him.

Lucifer quickly pressed his face into your back while he gripped your shoulders, trying and failing to hide his blushing face. "Why do you have to say things like that?! I will not fall for your devious tricks, temptress! You can't distract me!"

You couldn't contain your laughter as your husband desperately attempted to get control of his thoughts. "The day's still young, hon."

Lucifer rolled his eyes as he lifted your robe off of your shoulders. You helped him by letting the garment fall to the small of your back. You stared at the mirror and watched as the angel began to glow, a faint light encompassing his body. It was a rare sight for you, it felt impossible to look away.

"Deep breaths for me, love," he said. You did as he asked. "Good. Keep as still as you can for me. This will only take a minute."

His darkened finger pressed into your skin and began to move slowly. His touch was hot. Very hot. But not to the point of being unbearable. You winced as you felt your skin being burned by his magic. It was difficult to tell what he was doing in the different reflections around you, so you decided to focus on your breathing, deciding distracting yourself from the pain was the best option.

In and out.

In and out.

In and out.

"Your doing so well," Lucifer cooed, "I'm halfway done." His finger shifted over to the other side of your back and began the same process. You smiled weakly even though it felt like you were being branded by a hot iron. Lucifer could tell you were in pain; your silence was his indication. He knew you were focusing all of your power into keeping as motionless as possible and doing your best not to scream.

Without moving your body, your brough your hand up your mouth, biting down on the base of your index finger. He had warned you; he had told you it may hurt, but this was not the level of pain you were expecting. And just before a cry of agony threatened to escape your throat, it stopped. The pain was gone. A single tear rolled down your cheek that was immediately wiped away by Lucifer who had rushed in front of you to embrace you.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he begged, "I know that was a lot. But it's over now!"

You let out a heavy sigh, your body relaxing after being constricted for what felt like hours. You wrapped your arms around Lucifer, stroking his golden hair. "It's okay, Luci. I'm okay," you reassured him. "Just a little more than I was expecting..."

Lucifer began to press small kisses to the top of your exposed breasts. "Sometimes I forget that you're not invincible," he admitted. "Guess I lied to you when I said it wouldn't hurt that much, please forgive me."

You smiled and placed a quick peck to the top of his head. "You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie. I agreed to it. But like you said, it's over now, no need to wallow in the past."

Lucifer smiled in relief before leaning in to kiss your soft lips. You held him there for a bit, placing your hand behind his head as your tongues became entangled. Lucifer pulled away from you, much to your dismay, and chuckled. "So impatient," he breathed against your lips.

"Can't blame a girl for trying," you replied.

Lucifer hummed softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Do you want to see what I've done?" You nodded, finally taking a peak in the mirror, expecting to see that your back had been burnt to a crisp. But it wasn't, it looked perfectly normal. Except, of course, for the two new crimson markings that now adorned your skin. From what you could tell, they looked like two large gashes, as if someone had carved your skin with a knife. A hot, burning knife laced with poison. Thankfully, you no longer felt any of the excruciating pain that you had felt moments before.

"You know," you finally spoke up, "for the amount of pain I was in, you would think they would have been bigger!"

"Hey now!" Lucifer shot back playfully, "I already feel bad enough for having to hurt you like I did!"

"You know I'm teasing, Luci," you cooed. "I do have a question, though. Why don't you have the same markings on your back?"

"Ahh, good question!" the angel exclaimed as he helped readjust your robe. "I was created as an angel; my wings are inherently a part of me. I do have markings, but I can hide them!"

"Oh," you sighed. "Am I allowed to see them?"

Lucifer smirked. "Is this just a ploy of your so you can see me naked? You've been rather ravenous today, you know."

Your hands flew to his waist, bringing him flush against you. "When you have the prettiest angel in existence as your husband, how could I not be?" Once again, his cheeks turned a pale-yellow color at your compliment, burying his face in your chest and letting out a small squeak of embarrassment. You stroked his hair, doing your best to console him. "But no, I am actually curious! I've never gotten to see them. I'll be on my best behavior!"

Lucifer flashed a toothy grin at you before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips once again. "Oh, alright. I believe you. And who am I to say no to my queen?" He stood up straight and turned his back to you, undoing his robe and letting it droop off of his shoulders, letting it fall to his waist. His pale white skin changed before your eyes. While once there was nothing, now displayed identical markings to yours. The only different was that he had six slits, three on each side.

You reached out your hand before pausing. "Are they sensitive?" you asked.

Lucifer cocked his head to the side. "They're...more tender than anything. The wings themselves are sensitive, but you knew that already," he winked. He was right, you were very much aware of how Lucifer reacted when you stroked his wings in the past. You adored the sounds he made when you ran your fingers through his feathers and-NO! You promised to behave. You shook those less than pure thoughts from your head and pressed to fingers into one of Lucifer's markings. Strangely, they felt a bit warmer than the rest of his body, but it was a nice sensation, nonetheless.

"Beautiful..." was the only word you could utter upon seeing these markings on your husband’s body.

Lucifer chucked and fixed his robe. "You flatter me too much, darling." With another snap of his fingers, all of the mirrors surrounding you had vanished. "I could say the same thing about you! And I will! Because you are so so SO beautiful!" Without warning, he scooped you up bridal style and began peppering kisses all over your smiling face. He carried you over to your closet before setting you back down. "So, are you ready for your first flying lesson?"

"Right...f-flying..." It completely escaped you that you would actually be using you wings to fly. It's not like you were afraid of heights; Lucifer and you have flown together countless times. the only difference being that you were always cradled in his arms. What you feared was the falling.

Lucifer sensed the trepidation in your wavering voice and softly squeezed your hand. "I won't let anything happen to you; I promise. I'll be with you every step of the way. Wait, no...flap of the way? You know what I mean!" You smiled and let out a deep breath. He kissed you on the cheek before leaving to let you change. "Don't worry about your outfit too much, love, your wings won't tear anything up! Magic is neat like that, huh? I'll meet you out on the balcony!"

As soon as you were alone, you picked out the most practical outfit in your wardrobe. Dresses and skirts weren't going to cut it this time, you didn't need to give all of the Pride ring a free show. You picked out one of your favorite shirts and a pair jeans before heading out to meet Lucifer. And just as he said, he was standing right over the balcony that was connected to your bedroom, now fully dressed in his signature white and red outfit. You stood beside him and gripped the metal rail; the only thing between you and a nasty fall to the hard ground. The hot wind of Hell blew through your hair, whipping it back and forth, blurring your vision a bit. This was real, this was about to happen. You were about to fly.

Lucifer placed his hand on top of yours and smiled. "I'll go first, okay?" You nodded wordlessly, watching the angel climb the rail, now towering above you. "Watch and learn!" he exclaimed as he leaped down with a load cheer.

Show off, you thought to yourself.

It was only a second before Lucifer appeared in front of you once again, his large red wings spread wide as he hovered in the air. "Okay, you don't have to do exactly that," he joked, "but once you learn, you'll be able to do that and more with ease! Now, let's see those new wings of yours! All you have to do think of them and POOF! There they are!"

"Alright..." you nearly whispered. You closed your eyes, imagining yourself with a set of wings. An image flashed in your mind; you saw their shape, their size, their color...they were beautiful. Your eyes flashed open, as small gasp escaping your throat as your new wings fluttered behind you for the first time. Dazzling golden feathers glistened, your eyes drawn to their sparkle. Your eyes followed the white base of your wings from your shoulder all the way down to where they hung above the floor. You were awestruck. You could have sworn the feathers were made of real gold, but when you touched them, they were as soft as chinchilla fur. Arguably, they were even softer than Lucifer’s, which you didn't think would be possible! It was a weird sensation; the feeling of running your fingers through them. You didn't expect them to feel like they were apart of you, but they were. And you loved them. You couldn't hold back your smile, the utter joy you felt in that moment.

"Oh, golly..." Lucifer said softly, unable to pull his eyes away from the sight of you. "Sweetheart, they're...wow, you look absolutely gorgeous. I didn't think you could be any more beautiful then you already are. I stand corrected! Uhh, no, hold on...float corrected! I really have to think before I speak."

You chuckled as he hoisted you up onto the balcony railing without warning, a squeak escaping your throat in the process. His grip on you never wavered, holding you firm so you couldn't lose your balance. Against your better judgement, you looked down from your high altitude. You regretted it immediately. You shot your head back up, Lucifer looking longingly into your eyes, a soft smile spread across his lips.

"I'll keep you safe, my love," he insisted. "Can you try moving your wings for me. Slowly now..."

You nodded and did as he said, allowing yourself to feel and embrace your new body. Your wings moved back and forth lethargically. For some reason, they felt more powerful than they appeared. Your wings could carry Satan himself if they wanted to! Your worry started to lessen more and more as you grew to understand how much force they could really generate. You began to move them faster, creating stronger gusts of wind with each pass. After another moment you felt your that your feet were no longer touching any surface. Lucifer beamed, his hands loosening as you floated higher and higher. Until at last you were left to your own devices.

You were flying.

"I-I...I did it!" you exclaimed!

Lucifer flew up to you and gripped your hands tightly. "I knew you could!" Lucifer waved his hand over the Pride Ring as if he were presenting it to you. "The sky is yours, my angel, give them a go! I promise I'll stay close by just in case."

Your heart pounded in your ears; fear being replaced with exhilaration. Up here, your felt like you could do anything. With a powerful push from your wings, you were off, speeding past Lucifer and heading straight towards Pentagram City. You knew Lucifer could fly fast, but he was always more careful when he had you in his arms. You reminded yourself to scold him once you got back because this feeling was beyond imagination. You couldn't contain your laughter as your sped through the vermillion red sky. You could see everything from up here! From the Hazbin Hotel on top of the hill to the V Tower in the Entertainment District. It was magical, you would have stayed in the air there forever if you could.

Lucifer snuck up on you, soaring just above you and hanging upside down, his face parallel your yours. "You're a natural, sweetie! You caught on quick!"

You kissed his upside-down lips in response, watching a goofy smile spread across his face. "This is just...this is amazing, Lucifer! I really don't know how to thank you."

"You don't need to," he replied, "your happiness is thanks enough. Now the question is...do you want to do a little sightseeing? Orrrrr...we could have some fun!"

You tilted your head. "Fun?"

"How about a race!," he suggested. "I saw the way you moved; it was hard to keep track of you! Who knows, you may even beat moi!"

You rolled your eyes. "I highly doubt that, hon, but let's give it a shot!"

"Yay! Great! Okay uhhh..." Lucifer scanned the surrounding area. "First one to the Embassy wins!"

"Ok, you're on!" you challenged. You lined up side by side, your eyes locked on your goal. "Ready...set..."

"GO!" Lucifer yelled as he took off towards the building, leaving you floating there.

"Hey, no fair!" You called out, your voice falling on deaf ears. With all your might, you thrusted yourself forward, your wings propelling you forward at a pace you didn't think possible. You smirked as you began to catch up to your cheating husband with little effort. You ducked underneath him, pulling yourself from his line of vision if he were to look back. And wouldn't you know it, he did!"

"Sorry, love, you gotta be...wait, where'd you go?" Lucifer slowed, giving you the opportunity to soar right past him. "Woah!" you heard him shout, laughing as you came closer and closer to winning the rigged race. Within a few seconds, you managed to land successfully on top of the golden building. You turned around ready to taunt him, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Lucifer?" you called.

"There you are! What took you so long?" Lucifer turned the corner hidden by the roof, strolling up to you with a shit eating grin on his face.

Oh, that little...

"You're such a cheater!" you accused playfully. "Since when were portals allowed?"

He gasped and looked offended. "Me? A cheater? You wound me with such accusations, sweetheart! And besides, it's not like we set up any rules beforehand that didn't allow a few detours."

You huffed in annoyance. "Guess I should know you really aren't one for rules."

"Never," he confirmed, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"I want a rematch!" you demanded. You looked up to where the glowing light of Heaven shown in the sky, your lips forming into a grin. "Let's see who can fly the highest!” You spread your wings out as far as they could stretch and gave Lucifer a quick wink. “Go!"

"Wait, honey, don't-" but it was too late. You took to the air in a flash, racing to the top as fast as you could manage, leaving Lucifer in the dust.

"What's the matter, Luci, afraid you'll lose this time?" you shouted down to him. He called back to you, but it became hard to hear him the greater the distance you created. Did he say "slow down?" No. You weren't going to let him trick you again. You were going to win whatever it took! You were going to-

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You froze. And it seemed as though all of Hell below did as well. It go quiet, too quiet for the likes of the Pride Ring.

The King had spoken.

You hovered there in the air, letting Lucifer catch up to you. His demonic features were out on full display, his eyes a deep crimson red. It took you a moment to realize that you were trembling. Lucifer had never lashed out in anger for anything, not once. Hell, he never even raised his voice at you.

What had you done?

Tears started to form in your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheek. That was until Lucifer embraced you as he had finally caught up to you. You flinched when you felt his arms around you; something you had never done before. Were you...afraid of him. All of these thoughts became quiet when you heard him quietly sob into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he bawled, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I-I didn't...I mean, I'd never...God, I'm so sorry." You felt his tail wrap tightly around your leg while his claws were threatening to pierce your skin with how tightly he held onto you. "Please tell me you're alright..."

"It...It's alright, Lucifer." you voice was barely above a whisper. "And so am I." You pulled away from his embrace, watching as large tears fell down his distressed face. You've never seen him like this before, even during his darkest days when he would refuse to get out of bed. You freed one of your arms trying to wipe the tears away. "Lucifer, what's wrong? I didn't mean to upset you like this, I'm so sorry, I-"

"Love, you did nothing wrong," he answered, finally letting you go and reverting back to his normal form. "This was all my fault. My mistake. You have nothing to apologize for."

"I don't understand."

Lucifer sighed, doing his best to regain his composure. "There's something I didn't tell you. I was so blinded by joy that I'd forgotten to warn you. And it almost cost me everything." He grabbed your hands, running his thumbs over your delicate skin. You looked at him puzzled, not truly understanding what he was implying. "After what happened in Eden, Heaven wanted to be certain that I could never return. I did everything I could, I pleaded with them. But they didn't listen to me. When they cast me out...when I fell, I tried to fly back. I was desperate, and I wasn't thinking clearly. I thought I could somehow reason with them. But..." Lucifer fell silent, his expression falling with every passing second.

Your heart hurt. Lucifer hardly ever brought up his fall, or Heaven for that matter. You knew it was painful for him to talk about. What almost happened that had caused this sudden change? "What did they do to you?" you asked quietly.

Lucifer flew back from you a few feet, looking up towards the realm he once called home. "Stay right there," he said to you before flying up higher. Something happened after only a moment. A long and glowing golden chain caught Lucifer around his ankle, tethering him to Hells surface far below. He couldn't move anymore; he was made completely immobile. That was until he floated down back towards you. The chain had completely vanished. And it became clear to you. Why he had screamed, why he held you the way he did, the deep regret and remorse he was feeling...was for your protection.

"They chained you here?" you asked, your voice laced with rage and disgust.

"Yes," he spoke dejectedly. "They made sure my magic could never breach beyond this realm. My realm...And you...you're body flows with my magic now. I-If you would have gone even a little bit higher, with t-the speed you were flying...I-I..." he trailed off. He didn't have to finish his sentence to understand what he wanted to say.

You hesitated wanting to push the subject further, but you couldn't hold back the fury you felt in your soul. "What happened when you tried to go back?"

Lucifer took a deep breath before continuing. "I didn't know that chain would appear. So, when I flew up, it caught me after a certain threshold...I became damaged. “My leg was..." he paused, not wanting to continue his thought. You were glad that he didn't. "And my healing abilities could only do so much to fix it. Angels can only be damaged by other angels or their magic. Have you ever wondered why I carry around a cane with me?"

If you were honest, you never did. All you thought was that it was just an accessory of his, something that made him stand out. Never once did you think it was an aid for him. For as long as you were with him, he never indicated that he was ever in any sort of physical pain.

"I haven't had to properly use it for a long time now," he explained. "I'm practically back to the way I was before that all happened. But I keep it with me as a reminder..."

"Lucifer..." You didn't know what to say. What could you say? You were sad for him, angry for him. What Heaven had done to him was beyond forgiveness.

"But you...you weren't created as an angel," he continued. "If the same thing that happened to me were to happen to you, I'd never be able to forgive myself. And now...now your truly trapped hear because of me."

You couldn't help but squeeze his hands in defiance. "No," you said firmly. "Lucifer, please don't say that! You are the best thing that could have ever happened to me." With newfound determination, your wings carried the two of you higher until those golden chains stopped you from moving any farther. "I've never felt more free than I do right now. You may think I'm trapped here now, and even if that may be the case, I'm trapped here with you, not because of you. You are my freedom." You held his face in your hands and kissed him tenderly. "And you are my Heaven. Now tell me...what's better than being stuck with the person you love and adore the most for the rest of time?"

Lucifer laughed lightly, bringing the two of you farther and farther down. "I don't know how you manage to always make the worst situations more beautiful, but you do. But I love that about you, always able to see things on the bright side..." He returned your kiss from earlier with his own, this one more passionate and desperate, feeling as though he could have lost you. You smiled into his kiss, loving the familiar ways that he showed affection. He was hungry as if he was trying to devour you. The adrenaline was kicked into high gear and you wanted nothing more than to match it. Your hands and well as his began to roam over each other’s bodies as you still hung in the air, completely filtering out the blood curdling screams and fiery explosions below.

"Do you want to take this somewhere else, hon?" you teased breathlessly.

"I most definitely do," Lucifer smirked, "flying lessons are over for today." Your husband snapped a portal open and dragged you inside it with a laugh. The two of you landed on your king-sized mattress as your tongues continued to fight for dominance over the other. "No one out there should get to see you like this. For my eyes only..."

You positioned yourself on his lap, grinding softly on his bulge that began to grow more and more with each passing second until he was moaning in your mouth. "Luci, remember that promise you made earlier? The one where you said I could have anything I want?" Lucifer gulped and smiled sheepishly. "I think that time has come."

“I always keep my promises,” he whispered against your lips before diving back into again, his hands making their way under your shirt and up your body. “But I only ask one thing.”

“And what’s that?”

“Keep your wings out for me,” the man asked sweetly.

You nodded in agreement, running your fingers through his hair. “I never had breakfast you know. Think I should have something to eat, Luci?”

With a knowing smile, Lucifer snapped your clothes away as well as his own, too impatient for his own good. You crawled out of his lap, eyeing up his now very erect member. Licking your lips, you shifted onto your hands and knees and crawled in between his legs. You began to press small pecks to his leaking tip; his breath hitched and he became putty in your hands. With a small giggle, you fully wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, savoring the delicious musky flavor. His soft moans off the walls in your room as he gently gripped your hair. You loved the way his body trembled when you had him like this; legs spread, his cock invading your mouth, unable to speak coherently. Pure bliss.

“Aaa-aahhh, baby, f-fuck…” Lucifer stammered. “Y-You always make me feel s-so good. B-But I shouldn’t be the only one feeling l-like this.”

You felt his hand graze the base of your wings. You moaned around his cock at the sudden jolt of pleasure. No wonder he asked you to keep your wings out…he wanted to make you feel what he’s felt every time you do it to him.

And fuck, did it feel amazing.

But you didn’t want to be distracted, so you decided to pick up the pace. Your tongue began swirling around his tip at a rapid pace, forcing yourself to take him deeper and deeper until he was nearly hitting the back of your throat. Lucifer cried out as you mercilessly worked on his length.

Just then you heard the snap of his figures again, followed by a lustful sigh.

“You’re leaking s-so much hon,” he murmured. He was right, of course. But how could he know? He couldn’t see…wait.

You lifted your head up, causing Lucifer to whine at the loss of your mouth. Turning around, you could see a mirror had been placed behind you on the bed, giving your lover a perfect view of your aching pussy.

“Enjoying the show?” you mocked, stroking his cock languidly in the process.

“Very m-much…” he teased weakly. “And I could definitely go for another bite. So, if you want to…”

“No way,” you cut him off, “I’m not moving until I have my fill.” You leaned in and pressed your lips to his ear. “Unless, of course, you just can’t help yourself.” It was an open invitation, a challenge. And he knew that all too well. Being the king of Pride, he never turned down one of those.

You went back to work, deep throating his cock just like before. But you only got to bob your head a few more times before you felt a separate pair of hands grip your waist. You smiled, realizing you got exactly what you were hoping for.

Your lover had duplicated himself.

Wordlessly, Lucifer’s doppelgänger pressed his mouth into your cunt without warning, causing you to nearly scream. The clone’s tongue dug deeper and deeper inside you with every pass, while your Lucifer refused to let up on your wings. It was too much and not enough at the same time. You knew you weren't going to last much longer at this rate with both of them making it their mission to push you over the edge. Luckily, as soon as you felt Lucifer begin to twitch in your mouth, you knew he was a goner. But once the clone behind you began to use his figures to circle the sensitive bud between your legs, it was over for you.

You choked out a scream as you came hard on the other Lucifer's tongue who happily lapped up your juices. And as if on cue, Lucifer bucked into your mouth with a broken cry, gripping your wings as his hot seed slipping down your eager throat. Maybe the taste of you was enough to drive him to the brink. You swallowed all of him happily, making sure to get every last drop before releasing his still erect cock.

"Was that good, Luci?"

"Y-Yes," he whimpered, leaning in and closing the gap between the two of you. "It's always more than good with you. darling. I think the other me made a mess, though." True to form, you noticed a puddle of cum on the bedsheets behind you from the clone who had vanished. Smiling, you used a figure to scoop up some of the sticky substance only to lick it clean. Lucifer's hands flew to his face in embarrassment. "How many times are you gonna fluster me like this today?!"

"Well, at least once more," you replied seductively. "I do have one more request." You slipped off the bed and made your way over to one of the drawers in your nightstand. You pulled out your favorite strap and a small bottle of lube and presented them to Lucifer. "Let's take a ride, shall we?"

"Y-Yes! Oh, fuck yes, please!" Lucifer's excitement was adorable, especially when you watched him take his position on all fours, bearing his supple ass to you.

"Good boy," you praised as you smeared some lube onto your fingers. You prodded at his tight entrance before pushing in your slick fingers little by little until you were as far inside of him as you could reach. The angel whined into the bed sheets as you spread your fingers inside of him, opening him up and preparing him for what came next. Once you felt he was fully prepared, you slipped on the strap and sat back down at the head of the bed. You squeezed some more lube onto your hand and ran in up and down the plastic shaft with Lucifer practically drooling at the site. With a curled finger, you summoned him over. But before he could line himself up, you stopped him.

"Nuh uh, wrong way, Luci," you corrected him. "You had your fun with the mirror; I'd like to have a turn now." Lucifer whimpered a bit but complied, shifting his body so that he was now faced away from you. You then took a hold of his hips and guided him down ever so slowly onto the strap. Pleasured whines from Lucifer continued until he bottomed out on you. You stared into the mirror, leaving small kisses on Lucifer's back. "Aww, look at you, baby! You look so cute sitting on my cock like that. Are you ready to move?"

"P-Please..." he begged.

"Go ahead, Luci, I'll help you." With that, Lucifer began to shift himself on your strap, sliding up and down slowly at first but picking up speed not long after. Your hands remained on his hips as you helped him stay fully sheathed as he rocked his hips. Lucifer moaned with every movement, his cock slapping against his stomach with every thrust. Lucifer shut his eyes as he lost himself. But that wasn't going to fly for you. "No, no, honey, open your eyes. I want you to look in the mirror. Watch yourself ride my cock." He did as you asked, looking directly at his reflection with the most fucked out face you've ever seen on this man.

"I-I...oh ffffuck...too much. S-sweetie, please...please, I-I'm gonna cum...please, s-so close...please say I c-can cum." His pleading was music to your ears, you've never heard a sweeter sound. Your lips continued to mark his back, his shoulders, and his neck, nipping softly at his arctic white skin. One of your hands flew from his hip to his pulsing cock, stroking him in tandem with his thrusts.

"Go ahead, Luci, cum for me. I want to watch you cum for me."

Not even a moment later, Lucifer let himself release more of his hot cum into your hand with a broken scream, his hands digging into your thighs for support. You pumped him lazily, letting him ride out his orgasm as his movement on your strap slowed and eventually stopped. His body fell back against your own, his breathing heavy and labored. He turned his just enough to be able to kiss you softly, soft "thank you's" falling from his lips.

"You did so well," you cooed. "You make the most adorable faces when you cum, you know that? Are you ready to clean up now?" You helped him of your strap, laying him down gently on top of you as you laid down flat on the bed.

"N-No," you mumbled. "Not yet. Not done." You were shocked at first, but surprisingly, you could still feel how hard Lucifer's cock still was pressed against your stomach. Before you could respond, Lucifer clawed the strap off of you and tossed it to the side. He slipped between your legs, lining himself up with your soaking entrance. "May I?"

You nodded. "Yes, please." Lucifer smiled and pushed the head of his cock into you. A sling of curses left your mouth as your husband sank into you inch by inch until he was enveloped fully by you. He wrapped his arms under you, bringing you as close to him as possible as he kissed you in a fit of passion.

"Allow me to make love to you properly, like you deserve," he breathed against your skin. "Allow me to apologize again." His hips began to grind against you, his impressive length hitting every single sensitive spot you had.

"A-Apologize?" you questioned hazily. "For what?"

"For earlier," his voiced was barely a whisper. "That v-voice I used. I-I could tell it frightened you. It broke my h-heart when I saw your face." His thrusts were more erratic now, his concentration wavering. "The last thing I want i-is for you to be afraid of me. And I'm s-so sorry I that used that on you."

Your hands found his face and held it gently. "L-Lucifer, it's okay, r-really! I-I...oh fuck...don't stop...oh...my...God..."

"A-Are you sure?" he asked pleadingly.

"Y-Yes, of course I am! I understand why y-you had to. You were protecting m-me, just like you said you would. W-Why would I be mad at you for keeping your promise?"

Lucifer smiled wide, pressing his forehead against yours as his thrusts became unrelenting, your cunt contracting around his cock. "I-I don't deserve you. H-How did I end up so l-lucky...ssshhhhiiiittt..." You felt his tail coil around your thigh, constricting it in a way that let you know he was on the verge of losing himself in the feeling of you.

"I love you, Lucifer," you said emphatically. You were close, so close. The coil in your abdomen was on the verge of snapping once again as Lucifer refused to slow his rut into you, burying himself deep within you with every thrust of his hips.

"I love you too, darling. F-Forever. Mine forever."

With your declarations of love, you came together with loud and unapologetic moans. Your walls fluttering around him as he painted your gummy walls white with his cum. As the last of his seed spilled into you, Lucifer collapsed on top of you. You remained sweaty and breathless messes for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness you shared in that moment.

Your fingers ran through Lucifer's hair as he hummed in approval. "Thank you again for the wings, Lucifer. I really do love them. I can't wait to go flying with you again."

Lucifer stared at you and stuck out his tongue out playfully. "Well, why don't we take another shower and fly over to the Hotel? Charlie may or may not have planned a surprise party for you. But I am sworn to secrecy!"

You giggled and kissed the angel's forehead. "Come on, then. Let's not keep her waiting!"

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[essektheylyss]

I am still thinking about both Artifice and Dot putting themselves physically between the tearror and another person, not least because we don't get either of their points of view in the moment.

The Mothers have always been shown as in control in times of stress, cool and collected, regardless of the danger. They seem to have a higher tolerance for the Fold and tearror effects. Dot believes (and it may be true) that the Mothers are fully in control of their emotions at all times, and their superhuman feats—that higher tolerance, their ability to translate themselves through matter due to, according to Artifice, control of their own body and mind—does give this belief credence.

But they are not invulnerable. They can be hurt and killed. Artifice can say with confidence that if he entered Control with the tearror still inside, he would likely be destroyed as the occupants at the time of the implosion were. He sees it happen before he has the chance to step in front of Everett, and I doubt, given his immediate and decisive reaction, that he had not already realized that when he shielded her.

We don't know if Artifice is afraid when the tearror rushes him. Cleo sees Dot, so we do as well, but no one is looking close enough at Artifice to really identify his feelings, if there are any, in that moment, and in fact, the Mothers appear impassive and esoteric, not to mention literally veiled, to all the occupants of the cosmos through which we've viewed them thus far.

I've mused idly in the past on whether an elimination of emotion is truly what Dot needs to achieve in order to reach their realization. What Artifice tells them, on the one occasion that he speaks only for them, is not to let go of feeling; in fact, he outright tells them, "Do not maintain distance from or question your natural intuition. Let the experience come through however it is, and reveal whatever it has to offer."

Lest we forget, Artifice's name literally means that he specializes in treating those struggling with falsity, insincerity, and dishonesty. Dot is convinced that they are deceiving everyone by not achieving emotional control, and failing for it.

I don't think it's an accident that he is the one watching over her as she embarks upon this journey. I wouldn't be surprised if this perceived flaw of theirs was perfectly obvious to him. But given their deep conviction in it even at the point that they have been chosen as the next acolyte to achieve realization, given that Artifice says it outright and they do not hear it for what it is, it seems that it's not something they will accept until they recognize it on their own. Perhaps that realization itself is what Dot, whether they know it or not, is searching for.

[r-aindr0p]

"magical boys"

*BREAKS DOWN A WALL AMD CHUCKS MINI ROLLOS TO ANYTHING IN SIGHT*

WHERE?!

*visibly shaking* I am normal about this reversal trope of magical girls. I can definetely be trusted to not squeeze this mozarrella with a bowl cut to death. *mini rollo definitely being squeezed to death*

No idea if it's three anons or one but that's really sweet ✨ pls beware depending on which guy you plan to eat some of them give food poisoning or hallucinations (thinking abt some as those small colorful rainforest frogs)

I love magical girl animes very much, grew up watching tokyo mew mew (and somehow managed to watch wedding peach all on youtube a long time ago, i did not understand the english subtitles at all lmao, rewatched it years later and loved it), so imagine my surprise when I stumbled accross the first (if you ignore saint seiya) full on magical boy anime in 2015 and ever since I wanted to draw my own, and now I have my musketeers :)))

A lot more magical boy yapping under the cut because I love this trope so much

Anime I'm talking abt is 'Binan Koukou Chikyuu bouei-bu love' btw ! It's on the parodic side but not as much shitpost-ish as 'magical girl ore' for example. It takes itself "seriously" in it's own way. (and the ending song talks about 2 characters of the show that drifted apart and how there's 3 meters only separating them but it's enough for one to miss the other and aughhh my heart I could yap about this for ages)

LOOK AT THEM (couldn't find a decent pic of the season 1 clothes, this is season 2 and the pic is still low res augh)

Like, I was ?? idk in my last year of middle school maybe when I found this ?? fantastic discovery. Pink wombat mascot with the voice of an old man gives cute bracelets to 5 guys to save the earth. They have to say "love making" and kiss their bracelet to transform, I'm crying And here's the villains of season 1 and season 2 (twins) (silver haired bowl cut annoyed guy is my favorite, what a familiar description....)

There's 3 seasons in total to this anime and season 3 has a new cast of guys but years later at the same school !

Scenario is basically the same as season 1 but with different guys and villains, but omg the otter..... I love that yellow otter so much..... (look they have magical ace and deuce ) Villains of season 3 are called "edelstein knights" or something (ince again an angry guy with ridiculous bangs considered a villain, my beloved)

Other legit magical boy I love a lot is 'Fairy Ranmaru' !! It takes itself more seriously than binan koukou, in it's own scandalous way I'd say. They went ham with the fanservice during transformations it's crazy-(especially uruu's transformation) def +16 at least They do try to talk about serious matters and feelings/emotions in general. I cant' really tell if it's well written since I'm really an easy audience, I should watch it a second time... It's a visual experience at least if you're into that kind of designs

Blue guy my beloved.... Not showing any more, you can find the transformations on yt crunchyroll literally published them

Alright one last "magical" boy/girl, it's not even exceptionnal but it's a fever dream shitpost that has a special place in my heart : 'Classicaloid' So a girl's father created humanoids with the memories of classical composers and went to get milk, leaving them all. The classicaloids eventually decide to squat at the girl's house. They have magical powers called "musik" and have a small transformation animation. So to a certain extent I do consider this a magical people anime.

Here's everyone from season 1 (untransfromed) Beethoven and Bach (maybe mozart too tbh) are the most recognizeable but good luck to guess the others :') (Liszt and Tchaikovsky are genderbent) They are all so whacky together I love them so much, bach only speaks in musical terms "andante, pianissimo etc.." Chopin is the looser of all times, Mozart is.... Mozart, and Dvorak (season 2) became a pigmy hippo for literally no reason The animation is nice but the ending song illustrations ??? dang

First two pics are from season 2 endings, they all represent an important location for the composers or something related to them (for example Chopin's is the père lachaise cemetery in paris where irl one has a tomb) Really I'm amazed by all the ending art pieces, I can't put more than 10 pics per post, I would've showed them all otherwise eeee) On the thrid pic you actually see mozart in his musik outfit ! An in one ep he even lets his hair loose ahierjh

(takt:op is absolutely in my watchlist)

If you made it this far thank you for listening to the yapping, wether it was interesting or not ! :)))

[cozymochi]

bro apologies for not enjoying Emilio as much as Celil or Nyoka

and I want Tia not to be so underrated☹️☹️ our green queen💚

To be fair — It’s on me that Tia isn’t willingly brought up much. Offline and when reading twst (or if I encounter writings where the protagonist isn’t specified) She’s like, my main go-to person I default to and will base voice-line interpretations around when I’m not trying to be dead serious. Gives me brainrot and makes me kick my little feetsies.

However, if I’m being totally honest, in public fandom spaces she’s kinda… a dime a dozen. She’s just another MC or “Yu” stand-in, and that in itself especially to those who don’t really think about it that much, she doesn’t exactly stick out as anything particularly special or unique. At least, not in the grand scheme knowing that Tia is just one of hundreds of thousands of interpretations of a Ramshackle Prefects. And that’s not even getting into the inspiring her off a disney princess thing which also isn’t exactly a new concept for some prefects either.

I don’t really go out of my way to be special or unique nor is it something I’m too concerned by, I just do what I would be interested in.

Tia in execution might be different to me, but mind I know everything about her that isn’t posted. How she interacts with that world is a slight departure from what’s lined up in the #canon events (not in any extreme way), but outside of myself and the friend who was there since the start, nobody would really know that since I don’t talk about any of it. 🤡🫡 I don’t know if anyone’s noticed, but I’m not one to bring these things up without prompting first. And in the opportune chances I get to do so, I tend to sit on it for months or laugh it off cuz I don’t know how to articulate it properly in an interesting enough way. It’s not that I don’t have answers, I do, but I psyche myself out.

I mean, there’s a reason why her actual solo lore and information doesn’t even reach a tenth of a fraction of what the usual trio of NRC boys gets. It’s probably easier for a person passing by to briefly wrap their head around the idea of a new student rather than yet another version of an MC that-- due to the nature of the original game being soooo vague and almost entirely a spectator despite being called the “main character”— just isn’t all that eye catching or worth people’s time, I don’t think.

She might have a different pre-twst life, different way of handling Ramshackle, Tia-specific issues, and relationships with the main cast and how she perceives the events going on around her, and might be slightly more active compared to #canon (this being the “outline” in the game), and have different overall priorities when acclimating to TWST so long as she’s stuck there that are all influenced by the aforementioned— but all of that ultimately doesn’t matter. I don’t talk about it, and when there’s already a ton of different versions of the MC out there in official and unofficial media, it’s like! Why bother! It doesn’t do anything for anyone else to know these things.

So I just don’t talk about her. At least, not in any intimate character way. And even when I could use her in place of the Prefect in more generic scenarios, I opt not to most of the time, because again, I do not think people in general care about the concept of the MC that much. Not helped by the game at all, but what can you do when you want to leave room for interpretation on a wider scale? It’s for function and projection, even if it kinda leaves this awkward hole if the viewer doesn’t go out of their way to characterize the MC themselves.

Unless Grim looks at the camera and demands that MC make a sandwich for them it’s easy to forget that they’re even there, and if one thinks about it for 2 seconds it can really feel contrived that this random person who adds nothing is witnessing certain events. (Book 7 is more egregious about this, but I will not go into it.) If my brain switches MC to Tia then all of a sudden this issue leaves. You know what I mean? Idk.

Wider interest only seems to briefly shoot up when placed under the context of a ship situation, which, despite what others do, say, and how I sometimes play along, Tia doesn’t actually have one. (Not a “””canon”” one, anyhow.) So, she doesn’t have that going for her either.

She’s just some random girl who kinda acts like the character she’s directly inspired from- if from the 2020s instead of 1920s. Starting from that basis people can get an idea of how she acts if they’ve seen the movie, but it’s not always 1:1. If not, then because I don’t talk about her with any effort, people don’t have much to draw from except from generic Shrimpy. Not a great start. She can stand on her own without either, it’s just me not trying nor going out of my way to convey what I’ve been invested in this entire time.

But, yeah. She’s my baby gorl and will always be MY default and main point of interest when I’m personally reading TWST, but she has a lot going against her in terms of general appeal. It’s not even really her fault execution-wise it’s just. Y’know. Yeah. It’s on me. I don’t talk about her up here and don’t exactly have the nerve to do so on my own accord without asking myself what the point of doing so is.

So in a way, as a result she’s not underrated at all. Just exactly where a twst “main character” is expected to be. An afterthought.

[donttxtathebeach]

Y/N Nolan on New Movie Anora & Auditioning for Quentin Tarantino | Jimmy Kimmel Live!

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Warning: none

a/n

My favorite part is coming soon!!

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“Y/n, it’s so wonderful to have you back on the show. First Maxxxine, and now Anora—what a year you’ve had!” Jimmy says with a warm smile.

Y/n laughs, a little surprised at the whirlwind. “I know! It’s been quite the year, for sure. I’m still kind of catching my breath, but in the best way.”

Jimmy grins. “And now, after playing Maxine, you’re stepping into Anora. How does it feel to take a bit of a break from your horror roles and dive into something new?”

Y/n shakes her head. “Well, funny enough, it wasn’t really a break at all. I was actually going back and forth between the sets of Maxxxine and Anora during the entire production of both movies. So, it was a lot of running between sets and trying to switch gears as much as possible! It was intense, but I loved every second of it.” "I mean, when Maxxxine was ending, we were starting to shoot for Anora, so I was trying to finish Maxxxine strong while also trying to get to know Anora on a deeper level, and juggling two completely different characters is not easy, but I enjoyed it!"

Jimmy raises an eyebrow in disbelief. “You were juggling two films at the same time? That’s impressive! So, with Anora, you’re filming in Brooklyn. How was that experience?”

“It was incredible," Y/N says, her eyes lighting up. “Brooklyn has this raw energy, and it really set the tone for the film. We filmed a lot in the streets, which gave it this gritty, authentic vibe. The city became a character in itself, really.”

Jimmy nods, intrigued. “And with Anora, you’re speaking Russian. That’s a big shift from your usual roles. How did you prepare for that?”

Y/n chuckles. “Oh, it was a challenge, for sure, especially with the accent that I got from being around my dad's British side of the family. I had a coach for months, and she was trying to help me hide the little bit of British in me while also layering the Russian, and at first, I kept thinking I wasn’t getting it right. I’d listen to my lines and go, ‘Wait, is that even Russian?’ But I pushed through, and I really tried to connect with the character beyond just the language. It was important to me to get the essence of her, not just speak the words.” "Sean was also glad that my Brooklyn accent was very authentic, and I was like, Thank God, because it was so fun to do. Now when I talk to people, they're like, Wait, youre not actually from Brooklyn; everyone thinks I'm British because of the way I pronounce some of my words, but I'm from Nantucket; I grew up around people from there, so I acclimated to the accent and the way they pronounce things, but now that I'm older, I think I'm sort of losing it."

Jimmy laughs along with her. “I think you nailed it. Now, speaking of your family, your dad is a director. What was his reaction when he heard you were taking on such a big role, especially since you have been doing horror films for most of your adult career?”

Y/n grins. “He was incredibly proud, as always. He’s been in the business for years, so he totally understands the work that goes into something like that. But he never really said anything about the switch in genres. Honestly, he’s been so supportive, as always so to him; it was just something else that made him elated to talk about.”

Jimmy leans forward. “And you not only acted in Maxxxine, but you also wrote and produced it. You’ve been playing Maxxxine—also known as Pearl—throughout the entire trilogy starting from X. That’s got to be a special connection to that character, right?”

y/n nods thoughtfully. “It’s so personal to me. I’ve been with Maxxxine—Pearl, really—since the very beginning. Being a writer and producer on Maxxxine really allowed me to get even deeper into her psyche. It was such an honor to contribute to her story in that way, especially after living with her for so long. I can truly understand why my dad loves his job so much. Taking a step back and seeing her from a different point of view made me truly appreciate all directors and production put into the director's art. It felt like a really full circle moment.”

Jimmy smiles, clearly impressed. “That’s amazing. And with all of these accomplishments under your belt—five Oscars, nine Emmys, and now up for a Golden Globe—you’ve already achieved so much at just 25. How do you keep everything grounded?”

Y/n looks a little sheepish, but grateful. “Honestly, it’s a little overwhelming at times. But I’ve always said that it’s not about the awards for me—it’s about the work, the characters, and the stories. I’ve been acting since I was five, and my dad always taught me that the craft is what matters. So, while I’m incredibly grateful for the recognition, it’s the work that keeps me grounded.”

Jimmy laughs in disbelief. “Five Oscars, nine Emmys, and a Golden Globe nomination? You make it sound like it’s no big deal! But I have to ask—how did you land the role in Anora? Did you audition?”

Y/n laughs, shaking her head. “Actually, I didn’t audition for Anora. Quentin Tarantino came to the premiere of Pearl before we even started shooting Maxxxine. He came up to me afterward and said, ‘I need you to be my Anora. This isn’t an A24 film, but I need you to play her.’ It was so unexpected, but Quentin’s one of those directors you just want to work with, you know? So, I said, ‘Okay, sure, but I’ll be bouncing between sets.’ And he was completely fine with it. He really wanted me to play her.”

Jimmy looks amazed. “So Quentin Tarantino just walked up to you and said, ‘You’re Anora’? That’s incredible! How did you feel about that?”

Y/n grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “It was surreal! I’ve always admired him as a filmmaker, so to have him offer me that role was just a dream come true. And I think the fact that I’d be juggling two sets at once didn’t even phase him. He just wanted me to be a part of it, and I was all in.”

Jimmy nods appreciatively. “That’s the dream, right? You don’t even need to audition when you’ve already got someone like Quentin Tarantino wanting you in their film. Now, I’ve heard you’ve been called the ‘Queen of Horror’—how does that title sit with you?”

Y/n laughs a little bashfully. “It’s such an honor! Horror has been such an important part of my career, and honestly, I actually do not particularly love horror films, but I love the rush. It’s exciting to be a part of it, and if people want to call me the ‘Queen of Horror’, I’ll accept it. But I also want to branch out and do other things too. There’s so much more I want to explore.”

Jimmy smiles warmly. “You’re doing amazing things already. And I know there’s much more to come. Y/n, it’s always such a pleasure to have you here. You’re one of the most exciting young talents in Hollywood right now.”

Y/n smiles gratefully. “Thank you, Jimmy. That means so much to me.”

Jimmy grins back. "Y/n Nolan, everybody! Be sure to check out Anora and Maxxxine, now in theaters!”

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[sqrkyclean]

will you post more original fiction?

Yeah!! Here’s the wip for my doll doctor thing I’ve been fussing with. It’s a little boring but it’s for Me

You love your job.

Most of the time.

Being in the medical field is a taxing position to be in regardless of your specialization. Optometrists, dentists, cardiologists— they all have their own unique set of problems to deal with.

You’ve seen people on medical forums online talk about the most insane things they’ve seen in their chosen industry. None of them had anything on the things you’d seen.

Your specialization is in dolls.

#

You pull on your scrubs every morning, picking one of a few different print options you have. Today, the first day in your workweek, you decide to pick a cute sunflower patterned print.

You collect dolls. To someone outside the field of doll restoration, it might seem odd, collecting the inanimate forms of the patients you treat on a daily basis.

In reality, having the hobby of vintage toy restoration is what got you into this field to begin with.

You’d been around 19 years old when it happened. You’d been at a fast food place, grabbing a bite to eat between your heavy class load. Medical school was a nightmare to deal with by itself, but much worse on an empty stomach. At that point you’d been studying to be an EMT, but your sprawling collection of repaired furbies and carefully mended porcelain baby dolls was nothing to sneeze at. Your friends called them haunted, but you called them friends.

A young girl, maybe around 14, had entered the restaurant alongside a few of her friends. You’d nearly missed it at first, but among the group, there were a pair of dolls.

One was a princess, probably a porcelain doll if you guessed, sporting a pink ball gown and a sparkly tiara. The other, a stuffed orange cat with a cowboy hat perched atop his head and a red bandana around his neck.

You honestly didn’t mean to stare, but the princess doll looked so familiar… You knew toys change slightly when they become real, so maybe…

Yep, you knew this doll. This princess doll was part of the same design collection that one of the dolls you’d refurbished had been. The thought filled you with warmth, knowing that other dolls in that collection had been loved long enough to be able to live like this.

They ordered their food as you flipped through your textbook, idly chewing on the straw of your drink. You at least pretended to read, despite how your attention had drifted.

But the moment you truly stopped paying attention…

Crack.

The sound of something clattering to the floor in multiple pieces.

Your head snapped up in the same beat that the kids that had come in gasped. Fragments of something sparkly had scattered across the ceramic tile floor of the restaurant. Her crown, and…

The princess got up slowly, shakily. When she finally lifted her head up, you felt a chill through your stomach.

A chunk of the beautiful porcelain on her face had cracked and fallen off, exposing the inside of her head.

The kids started freaking out— none of them knew what to do, they were just teenagers. But you knew.

A strange sense of absolute calm washed over your body as you sifted through your backpack and pulled out a roll of medical tape from your first aid kit. Typically it’d be to affix gauze to a wound, but it was both adhesive and stretchy. Easy to remove once a wound had healed.

You approached carefully.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you lowered yourself to your knees. “I’m a doctor. Can I try to help?”

The princess looked up at you with a wide, fearful eye. Her other eye was still on the ground. Still, she gave a curt, gentle nod.

You looked at the girl next to her. “Okay. I need you to get every piece of her crown together, alright? Make sure you’ve got all of them.”

She immediately perked up a bit now that she had a task to complete, scrambling to her feet and instructing the rest of her friends to help her.

“Alright,” you held out your hands, palms up. “Can I see the piece that broke off?”

The princess hesitated. You figured you had a good idea as to why. You probably wouldn't be too keen on giving a stranger a piece of your body.

“Look,” you pulled your student ID out of your pocket. “I’m going to doctor school. I may not know everything about treating dolls, but I know we should get that broken piece back where it belongs as soon as possible. I’ve got some tape, so we can do that much.”

Only another moment of hesitation. Then she gingerly placed the shard of porcelain in your waiting palms.

It really wasn't difficult at all to pop the piece back into place. You cupped her face in your hand as you held it still, ripping a piece of tape off with your teeth and placing it along the fracture.

You knew dolls repaired on their own if cared for properly, but you figured having everything in its place would accelerate that process.

Once they had all the pieces of the crown in place, you all spent a bit putting that back together too. The pieces were all fairly big, so it didn’t take long, and by the time you had it all taped back together and placed back onto her head, she didn't seem half as afraid.

It felt… good. Being able to help someone, no matter how much.

You gave the girl your phone number before she left, telling her to have her parents update you on her injury.

A few days later, you were texted a pair of photographs.

The first one was a letter, hand written, thanking you for all your help, signed by both the princess (whose name you now know to be Tulip) and the girl (Sasha).

The second was of the two of them smiling, uninjured. Crown in-tact.

#

It didn’t take long for you to change your major after that. It was an incredibly niche field, but also a field with very high demand. You tended to your dolls at home, and at work, you did the same with other people’s dolls.

[smile-files]

luke keeps crying out for the professor... it's so horribly sad... he's especially troubled by the fact that hershel's arm is missing... as if it hadn't been made painfully obvious before, luke truly loves the professor, and his apparent death - and the subsequent desecration of his body, for lack of better words - is beyond upsetting for him.

and you can tell that, like many of the other folks in court, luke really considers the professor to be dead: talking about him in the past tense, and saying a locked-room mystery is the sort that he would have loved to solve - as if he couldn't do that at some point in the future. luke really thinks his professor is gone!

we really get to see luke being a stubborn little kid here. he can't stand this professor slander! he has no proof that hershel wasn't pointing a knife at anyone, but he KNOWS he would never do that! and to him, that should be proof enough! though, the professor and his overwhelming gentlemanliness are not necessarily as well-known as luke supposes - especially not in labyrinthia, where he is a stranger. luke puts the professor's good reputation ahead of himself, even where that reputation is presently negligible or nonexistent. luke thinks the professor's character speaks for itself, when that is admittedly illogical (and perhaps a product of his idolization of the professor).

interestingly, after spending the beginning of the trial completely depressed, luke perks up once he thinks of utilizing his animal skills and having the parrot testify. though this shouldn't be surprising! luke has always taken great pride and pleasure in being helpful - and as the professor is at stake, this would especially be the case. and his invigoration is twofold in its source: of course, luke feels strengthened through serving his duty to the professor, but he also seems to possess a childlike giddiness now that he gets to help in his own unique way. for this trial, too, is a puzzle to solve, and luke loves solving puzzles! he loves putting his own special skills to use in doing so! and it's much more fun solving a puzzle when it doesn't involve directly antagonizing a dear friend... surely this diversion away from the matter of maya contributes to his newfound excitement...

and indeed, like with clark and emmy, it is revealed to luke that maya is truly trustworthy: and with that reveal, luke harbors incredible guilt for ever doubting her. luke was reasonable to distrust maya, as with clark and emmy, and maya even affirms that it's all okay, that there are no hard feelings... and yet luke feels horrible for it all the same. in clark and emmy's situations, luke seemed to want everything to go back to normal, excusing everything that spurred his distrust just out of guilt for ever feeling it: these are people he's loved, and he doesn't want to hate them, so the second he's able to forgive them he immediately proceeds to. the same goes for maya, except she never actually did anything to make luke distrust her: so perhaps his guilt is stronger in this case, with him feeling responsible for creating a barrier between them (unlike with clark and emmy, with whom the barrier was made by the actions causing luke's distrust). either way, though, he's more than happy to resume his friendship with maya - as, obviously, he never wanted her to be the witch; that is just what he saw to be the truth, even if an unpleasant truth.

i'm going to kill myself!!

i wonder if maya's apparent betrayal gives luke flashbacks to what emmy did in azran legacy... hm... anyway, luke is so utterly heartbroken by what happened to the professor that his logic is completely clouded: he's instantly willing to accuse maya, whom he'd become such great friends with until now, of being a witch and killing him. poor luke... poor maya... oh my god...

[chilapis]

I think every moment is eternal in its own right and we hold no authority to deny it that status. Even if it is a forever that will escape our memories, it’ll still exist as a forever in the history of time. In the memories of no-one but the Earth itself. In the records kept and made by no-one, where everything is stored for all time to come. No love is lost and no existence truly unacknowledged.

[rainofthetwilight]

what people dont understand is that the way arin is special is bc he's. just a guy. just a kid who's a ninja fan, that somehow managed to learn spinjitzu entirely by himself. no official training, no nothing bro, just watching his idols do their things and he just. copies them. and he somehow succeeded. he doesn't need any powers, he doesn't need to be a reincarnation of the fsm, he's special just like that

[citruscantus]

Mirakane siren AU Who up contemplating Akane Kurashiki's indelible destructive pull back to the source of her trauma and consistent inability to escape her compulsive fixation on recreating it 🌊🎉 Who up making elaborate fish yuri about it (me alone) 🐟

dimmer alt version

[kunaiman]

Badly as possible: What if Carl Jung wasn’t a hack?

Actual explanation:

As evolution began, a giant alien crashed into the new Earth. Its body split off, creating the moon, and the fragments of its body on Earth gave humanity the capability for independent thought.

In this world, there is something called the Collective Unconscious, a realm where dreams and reality are one and the same. In this collective conscious, stories of gods and monsters, history and mythology all come together. In this way all religions are simultaneously true and false. What humans see as gods are given their power by the collective beliefs of humanity (as opposed to its sister series Shin Megami Tensei, where this is just true in general). Izanami of Shintoism is just as real as Yaldabaoth of Gnosticism.

Due to the fact that the Collective Unconscious is directly tied to humanity, historical and mythological figures are intrinsically linked to them as well.

Alright baseline is done. Now for psychology

Every person has something called a Shadow, a real world term meaning the parts of yourself that you try to hide from the world and yourself. By taming that Shadow, you can use its power as a mask to face life’s troubles: a Persona. These Personas take the form of beings from myth or history. One Persona is Captain William Kidd, while another is Orpheus of Greek Mythology.

Every Persona is tied to one of the Major Tarot Arcana, primarily as a way to give character arcs a general theme (Devil Arcanas tend to be filling their life with vices and over the course of their story they learn how to stop doing that, while Lovers Arcanas typically are at a crossroads and need to decide where they want their life to go from there). The concept of the Tarot as a metaphor for someone’s life, an idea often attributed to Jung but was to my knowledge never actually said by him, is brought up, but only in one game.

Personas typically are only used in non-normal space, something that I will call a Cognitive Realm because I know my audience. These Cognitive Realms typically relate to an issue of humanity (paralyzing fear of death, the desire to give up control of their life, the desire to just accept easy lies instead of harsh truths, That CEO Really Wanted To Kill Everyone, etc.) and usually end up having you fight a Cognitive God related to it.

The player character of each story (from 3 onwards, we’ll get to 1 and the 2 duology in a bit) are something known as a Wild Card. These people have the special ability to change their Persona to suit the situation, but their strength is directly linked to the bonds they make with others. These people are typically aided by the residents of a Cognitive space called the Velvet Room, a place between the Cognitive Realm itself and reality, where Igor, the servant of the cognitive god Philemon, resides.

Wild Cards are typically special compared to other Persona Users. While others have to awaken their Personas through taming or accepting their Shadow, they typically simply *have* the ability. The members of SEES have to accept their own mortality, but Makoto has no trouble with this (though the anime makes it clear this is just because he’s incredibly depressed to the point of pure apathy). The members of the Investigation Team have to face their Shadows directly, but Yu just awakens to his Persona on his own. The only real exception is Ren, the leader of the Phantom Thieves. He still has to answer the call to Rebellion just like anyone else does.

There is *one other* way to awaken a Persona, though, and it’s called “being Philemon’s special boys.” By playing the Persona Game (a school game that is very much inspired by things like Charlie Charlie where you think the goal is to summon a demon or something), you get brought to Philemon’s Realm. If you show that you have enough sense of self that you can recall your name in this realm, you’re granted a Persona, with the same abilities as a Wild Card.

You may have noticed that I have given little information on the plots of the individual games. This is because there is very little interconnection between games, outside of 1 and the 2 duology. Most people started with Persona 5, and that’s a perfectly fine place to start. This rule does get broken with side games, as no Persona game isn’t canon (if you try to play Persona 4 Arena without playing Persona 3 you will be very confused as to who these people are and why there’s a robot), but as far as main numbered entries you don’t need to play one to understand another. But to round this out, here’s a little plot blurb for the three modern games

Persona 3: the year is 2009. Orphan Makoto Yuki (Kotone Shiomi if you’re playing the female protagonist route in the PlayStation Portable version) arrive in the fictional town of Iwatodai to start their second year of high school at Gekkoukan High, run by the Kirijo family, one of the largest corporate families in Japan. As they arrive, the clock strikes midnight, and everyone outside transmogrifies into coffins, and the sky turns a sickly green. They learn that there is a hidden time of day between midnight and 12:01 AM known as the Dark Hour, and they join a group called SEES to ascend the floors of the mysterious Tartarus to hopefully end it once and for all.

Persona 4: The year is 2011. Yu Narukami arrives in the small, sleepy town of Inaba after his parents go on an overseas business trip, and begins his second year of high school at Yasogami High. However, on his first day, the body of a local television announcer is discovered hanging from a TV antenna. What’s more, he discovers a strange occurrence on TVs in this town called the Midnight Channel, and when he presses his hand against the TV, he discovers he can enter. With another body discovered and more people going missing, he and his new friends set out to find out who’s committing these murders.

Persona 5: The year is 20XX (it’s 2016). Ren Amamiya arrives at the cafe Leblanc in Tokyo, starting his parole after being arrested for assault after getting a drunken politician to stop harassing a girl. On his way, he finds a strange app on his phone that keeps reappearing even after deleting it. On his first day at Shujin Academy, he and another student arrive only to find the building looking like a medieval European castle, and their gym teacher dressed in king’s robes. Faced with execution, Ren awakens to his Persona, Arsene Lupin, and rescues the other student, finding that the castle was how that gym teacher perceived the school in his cognition, with this hardly being the only example of such a phenomenon. With the rich and powerful getting what they want, Ren and his new friends form the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, and aim to provide a little leverage for their victims.

Someone explain the Persona games to me, someone who knows nothing about Persona.

[timothyslucy]

"hyacinth, i do not think penelope can breathe" → "i cannot breathe" + the clock chiming after penelope passes out, ergo.... she does indeed actually stop breathing.

[dykedvonte]

@gecko-in-a-can THIS ABSOLUTELY

Resentment is such a big part of Benny’s motives towards House, feeling he’s underserving to rule and shouldn’t have the right to keep the title of Vegas just because he claimed it first long ago. Say what you will, Benny puts the effort in, through honest and dishonest work albeit, but he puts in the effort. Not saying House didn’t but House had the luxury of having a lot of that effort done before the war and subordinates to do so after. House is untouchable, something everyone wants in the Mojave, if not for the power, but because of the security. House takes that for granted seeing how easy he thinks it is to buy people. Benny, a Mojave native, has to be irate about that seeing how he has seen the heights and slums of both lives.

Also with the AIs it’s so telling because in a lot of ways, Yes Man has more autonomy than House’s major personality securitrons. Yeah, Yes Man has to be helpful but he’s aware and able to be snarky and coy. Benny has an issue with not being listened to but that’s the only perimeter Yes Man needs to act on. He can’t condescend but lord you can tell when he wants to. House’s AIs serves specific and highly detailed functions but are confined to act in accordance. They are subservient to a T and are extensions of House while Yes Man really is a creation that adapts further, hence his desire for the assertive upgrade. Benny made something, or at least was okay with a helper, that can progress for itself. House made things that replicate or facilitate an era of the past and don’t hold the power to contest it.

[a-hazbin-spider]

Had Alastor had a hankering for pork, hellhog even, it might be all fine and dandy, just so long as his own is kept from the sharp and frequently terrifying maw to be met at the end of. But. As far as fear goes, Angel’s thoughts don’t even tread close to those lines. He never feels dread upon looking at his teeth or witnessing any feats of his strength. Most fear comes from the thought of losing this… thing they had. While Angel may be quick to label it as friendly, he isn’t entirely sure just how much of it would be particularly matched.

Odd, for being someone that specializes in reading others and putting their feelings and urges in the spotlight, this isn’t like those times. In fact, he was notoriously losing his touch when it came to good intentions. Or maybe he never had it at all- maybe it was just hoping in all its naive glory.

Either way. He still enjoys whatever it is, it brings him the gist of a childish descriptor of normalcy and at the very least positive companionship. One that can stick around and enjoy cooking together. It really does make his smile feel less like a tool when the other is around. Ironic, given just how well the other is quite proud of keeping that face regardless. Even without that, Angel can feel pride at least in his work, as it got the stamp of approval, which he sees is genuine from the other after their shared time.

“I appreciate you lettin’ me.” Speaking of shared time, he can with full honesty respond with his own remark. Maybe Alastor could tell his old love of cooking even from this little snippet of time. Simple as it is, Angel already looks forward to having it again. Maybe even like this.

“I’d do it again. Anytime you need a hand in th’ kitchen. I got a few.”

Maybe the time from before- wasn’t something he could connect to this moment. Despite this, Angel would be glad to spend more time there too. Even if the night of his injuries had been off to a shakier start, no regret could be harbored from any of the time he was allowed to spend. He might need to be careful before he catches himself longing for the company enough to get annoying or clingy. That’d need to be a thought for later though it seems.

A side eye can be met with a couple of his own facing any scrutiny head on. He wonders briefly what he must look like, many situations bring him to the vain thought. Curious as well as compulsive- fingers twitching to rid any blemish or unseemly marking over his person. But it dies down, much as he doesn’t always take to being told what to do very well. He could let this one slide. If anything, the other just offered him something beneficial.

“High expectations, I see.” He jokes before conceding, “I’ll give it a shot, I guess you’d know pretty well about needin’ it. I won’t say no to an excuse neither. I appreciate that. Hope you c’n find a lil rest too.”

Alastor has a few places to look for Angel should he need to destress like last time too. Who knows, it might serve to convince his body to grant itself sleep that is restful for once. Hoping for that is so little an act. And yet, he’s slowly starting to rethink its use a bit.

“Hm, even for a pig, he ain’t a squealer. And I guess he ain’t one for words neither. Either way his Daddy ain’t raised no snitch! He likes to steal snacks though, I gotta make sure he has a supply, or things would go missin’!”

Angel chuckles softly, ease working its way through him as he feels the welcome warmth of what had to be… a form of camaraderie, friendliness that made it a little easier to breathe with him. And perhaps that might be the delectable smell of the meal they’d cooked together. But, you know what they say, the way to a man’s heart is said to be through the stomach! Even if that statement is in no way anatomically correct… There is something magical about sharing a meal, he can’t deny.

That- it is something he can say for certain. He often lacks suitable time or energy, quite familiar with the situation of being needed in one place or another, or being busy. Often he finds that if he isn’t here before the others rise, then the time for this is usually passed.

He’d felt lighter already. Well, in that area of his chest and shoulders at least. He’s still a bit sluggish, feeling heavy. But he is sure the nice meal before him will make him feel better. The fried egg giving a pleasantly fresh smell with the pepper and spice used.

He’s a little cautious, in a way that he’s making sure the plate is secure when it’s held. When it is offered to him, it’s taken gratefully, the warmth and smell savored just a moment but he doesn’t exactly wait for anything to cool, he’s convinced he needed a big bite right away. Yeah it’s hot, sure, but also he’s gratified by it being delicious. He’s not overzealous about it, but he does certainly show appreciation for the flavor.

“Fabulous..!” He feels a little silly, and perhaps a little like a stereotype, but it brought a good mood about him, it had been a good while since he had something nice and filling such as this. Of course he can appreciate it in its entirety.

“I don’t think I’ve had em cooked this way b’fore. I’ve used hotsauce, or soysauce but, this is definitely better. An’ it’s perfect texture too.” He has no choice, he’s gotta praise where he sees fit! He won’t praise something that’s not deserving, but he is in no way shy to give credit where it’s due. Especially seeing that it’d made him a bit giddy.

Hm. He’d definitely need to remember to approach their agreement with some form of caution and respect. Though in the mean time, this should give good insight. After all, he had been serious as to bring offerings for Alastor to eat should he really need some place else to feel security.