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[eliasdrid]

📌 Hi! I’m Elias [they/he], I’m an engineering student and freelance artist living in Buenos Aires, Argentina. If you’re interested in my work exclusively I have an art-only sideblog @eliasdrid-art where I reblog most (if not all) the artwork I post here.

🌺 Support me on ko-fi or patreon

💻 Commissions are currently OPEN. Work info here.

📃 Want to draw one of my OCs? here's some general guidelines.

💌 Server for announcements, patrons and supporters

📺 Media list with some of my tags

📚 Once every blood moon or so, I may write (AO3 / OC)

⭐ Highlights! strawpage, neocities and toyhouse

🌐 Links to other social media (carrd)

Tumblr sideblogs:

💾 @allvectors cyber/tech/futuristic aesthetic sideblog

🌠 @precept44 Warframe sideblog (not too active atm)

🔫 @sapphvash Trigun sideblog (not too active atm)

⚡ @converging-algorithms robot OC sideblog for the cast of Converging Algorithms (archive)

🐺 @thirteenthcard supernatural OC sideblog for art related to my werewolf detective, Freya Circe (WIP archive)

Thanks for stopping by and have a great day!

P.S.: this is my main blog and there's some sort of tag system going on, you can ask me to tag stuff and I'll try to remember 👍

P.S. 2: I'm an adult and while I keep this blog overall SFW there might be properly tagged mature stuff from time to time.

last edited: 08/2024

[urfavoritemistake]

i'm not seeing any posts about it here yet, but they solved the silas birchtree riddle on reddit and there's some pretty juicy lore! first, entering "paranoid" backwards nets this conspiracy board:

then, from the black letters in the corners of some of the pages people pieced together the code "connect the dots", backwards again, gets a whopping 12 page chapter about the ciphertology cult! it's...something.

so in summary, bill puppeted a guy's corpse, became a cult leader, seemingly married over a hundred people, mass-possessed his followers, tried to get them to build his portal. his lone dissenter was a spinster who made anti-bill chick tracts and started a fire. a waco-style shootout ensued, killing silas' already-rotting corpse a second time in a disturbingly detailed manner. at some point he made some of his followers drink the kool-aid too.

entering the lady's name, emmaline butternubbins, into the computer finally gets you the reward for solving all the riddles: hd wallpapers of various graphics from the book of bill. but frankly this is more interesting and fucked up to me.

(alt text under cut, wip)

[Image 1: A cluttered conspiracy board centered on Bill Cipher. Red string and pins connect various newspaper clippings, photos, drawings and pamphlets.]

[Image 2: A history-book style chapter page. Header "LESSER KNOWN AMERICAN CULTS."

"Have you ever heard of Orchard Lake, Kansas? Chances are you haven't. It was erased from every map, book, and historical record, and the US Government's official position on it is "stop calling us or we'll send a drone to your house." (I learned this the hard way.) But if you drive to the exact latitude and longitude of you'll see bullet casings, faded billboards, and bow ties strewn across the desert sands.

That's because Orchard Lake had another name before it was wiped off the record: BillVille.

CHAPTER 3: BillVille

The First Cult In History That Was Right

FIG A: A tumbillweced

As a historian of esoteric religions, I thought I'd discovered the strangest sects America had yct to offer (see "Chapter 3: Kevin's Gate") but that all changed when I found the following items tucked away in an old trunk in an estate sale on the out- skirts of Bootstrap, Missouri."]

[redacted-coiner]

Circirdotdotsongic

[PT: Circirdotdotsongic]

Circirdotdotsongic, when one’s gender is connected, influenced, and/or is the song Circle Circle Dot Dot by Forsaken(?).

Circle Circle Dot Dot

[ID: in Alt text]

[Tagging] @radiomogai, @mogai-archive, @liom-archive, @archive-of-music

DNI is listed within my pinned post. Please go read it before interacting with any part of my content. Ask to tag.

[beesmygod]

not sure how to send it through here but my bluesky experience increased tenfold when i pinned a feed that was solely original text posts from my mutuals. the account that had it is skyfeed dot xyz

ty, that might be worth looking into. i so like that i can turn off retweets. if i can do that selectively for specific accounts it would help a lot lol

[polarisbear]

it’s summer so you know what that means~ yeah! new outfits of course

(if you want something similar to this my comm’s are open. link is in my pinned post) (image id below cut)

[image id 1: a drawing of inukai iroha with dark brown skin posing with a peace sign. she’s in a strappy purple tank top tucked into ruffly white shorts. she’s wearing sandals with mismatched leg warmers, topped off with a boxy bag. everything is accessorized with bows. she’s in front of a purple background with hearts, with a border around the image. it looks like stitches topped off with a bow.

text id 1: “Cure Friendy,” in cursive in the bottom corner. “犬飼いろは,” going down vertically.]

[image id 2: a drawing of nekoyashiki mayu with medium brown skin nervously holding her bag’s strap. she’s wearing a knee-length dress with puff sleeves and a square neckline. it’s decorated with bows. the whole dress has a green monochrome plaid pattern. she’s wearing a white high-necked shirt under the dress. she has white socks and navy flats, both having bows. the bag is a drawstring bag with a green-and-white polka dot pattern. the background is a green japanese plum pattern with lace wrapping the corners.

text id 2: “Cure Lillian,” in cursive going up vertically in the bottom corner. “猫屋敷まゆ,” is going down vertically. it’s in a box of a lace pattern.]

[image id 3: a drawing toyama satoru with olive skin talking to the camera. he’s in an oversized seafoam button-up with red flower decorations, tucked into honey-colored suspender pants. the pants’ wide legs cover up the top of the brown-and-blue hiking boots. he’s wearing a red backpack with braided straps. the background is an 80’s bowling alley carpet pattern in orange and blue. there are also two triangles with gradients on them behind satoru.

text id 3: “toyama satoru,” in bold text on a header. “兎山悟,” going down vertically. it’s very stretched out and has a projection effect.]

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

signed, your roomie

↖ navigation: enhypen masterlist || main masterlist

pairing: dormmate + trainee! heeseung x dormmate + trainee! reader

↬ tags: heeseung and reader are trainees, slice of life perhaps, banter!!, reader being a little sarcastic but reader always means well, blossoming friendship <3

summary: heseung finds solace in the small (and sarcastic) things you do for him as a fellow dormmate

heeseung has been cooped up in the room, music score sheets scattered and strewn around him in addition to his computer application glaring brightly back at him. he registers the 2 quick knocks on his door through the sound playing from his headphones and he removes them. the songwriting and composing can wait.

upon opening the door, he spots a thermal bottle and a sticky note attached to it.

you were making so much noise yesterday, i got you this drink so you can make better music with that dying throat of yours - signed, your roomie

outside the sun has risen, he notes as he sips the herbal tea gratefully, warming up from the steam generated, he glances at your timetable on the wall by habit even though he knew you had 8am dance practice and had already left the house.

he flips the post-it over and finds more written by you.

i made too much sandwiches yesterday. throw it in the microwave and have it for breakfast. or leave it to grow mold in your gym bag just like the previous one. ew... - again, your roomie

for the first time in a few days, heeseung finds himself smiling at your letter.

despite the harsh words written, he feels the tea warming his insides at the memory of your utter shock and disappointment when he sheepishly pulled out a discolored toast from a week back, the very one he asked you to make one fine morning. shuffling back into his room, he files the post-it note away, just as he always has.

his phone dings softly atop his notebook and he spots another text from you. heeseung nearly chokes from the content of your message, smile widening even further. his fingers land on the screen as if he could physically pluck out the message and keep it with him.

you: don't forget that the mr "i expect everyone to be early" park is coming, so you better be on time you: i'm not covering for you again, okay??? you: i can see that you're online you dummy you: whatever. come to the company safely

he simply reacts with an emoticon, rolling his eyes when you left him on read. gazing at the clock, he unfortunately realizes you were right, he better get a move on if he wanted to avoid being tardy.

heeseung quickly freshens up, throwing on whatever clean clothes he has and slipping on his worn-out shoes. grabbing his gym bag, he hurriedly shuts the door close, making sure to check the lock again because you scolded him badly once.

he starts his light jog (he totally was gonna be late) towards the company a few blocks down, the headphones atop his head producing scratchy music from how long he's been procrastinating to change to a better one.

heeseung felt his phone buzz in his pocket, no doubt from you asking where he was, but he ignores it and speeds up just in time to make it to the crossing that was blinking green.

as soon as he enters the building, he taps in with his trainee pass and dashes for the staircase up to the dance studio. bursting through the doors, he makes eye contact with you first, before greeting the other trainees in the room, stashing his bag at the side of the room beside yours. the hair on the back of his neck stands and he just knows that you have your stare pinned on him.

the teacher steps into the room a mere second later and he pretends to look like he did not just arrive on the dot, nonchalantly stretching beside you. he spots the mirthless expression on your features, no doubt trying to hold back laughter as you fell into place with heeseung at the back of the class.

you whispered lowly amidst the warm up music blasting from the speakers, "glad to see you made it on time." the emphasis didn't go unnoticed by heeseung and he shakes his head. upon seeing the satisfied upside-down-smirk playing on your lips, he thinks he couldn't have asked for a better dormmate and friend.

"almost didn't if you hadn't knocked on my door."

@ppumeonae-bigvibe 's works ; likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[jumblr-described]

I figured I'll post a quick tutorial for y'all since I keep seeing posts with screenshots that could be very easily described.

This can be done both from mobile and from your computer, in like half a minute.

Basically all you need to do is open the images in Google Lens:

Then just press on the post's text and copy it. Simple as that.

Then to add the image id, you have two options: alt text or text under the image.

For alt text, while you're making a post, just press the three dots on the image. Then just describe in a few words a screenshot of what it is, and paste the content of it.

If you're adding it in a reblog or just don't wanna use alt text for some reason, I usually add clear indicators of where the image description starts and where it ends. This format is pinned in my clipboard:

[image id: <enter your description here> /.End id]

That's it. That's all you have to do. If you do this for waterboarded screenshot do it before the waterboarding because it makes it harder for Google lens to recognise the text. Also make sure to read what you copied because it can still make mistakes.

Make jumblr more accessible! Especially when you add images to posts that already have described images in them.

[loulooser]

Here’s some things about me!

My name is Lou online

I’m aromantic agender and I like girls ig

My favourite colour is green

I really like music, drawing (I’m not great tho), cooking, talking, watching movies, making friends, wearing clothes, being gay etc

My favourite band is twenty one pilots

I’m a massive Marvel nerd

My top five marvel characters in no particular order:

Phillip J. Coulson, Spider-Man (not including spider verse people, that’s a different tier list)(Andrew is the best of the three spider men), Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Loki Laufeyson.

Some of my fav books/series: Gone (Micheal Grant), Itch (Simon Mayo), all of Alice Oseman’s stuff, AGGGTM (Holly Jackson), The Angel Of The Crows (Katherine Addison), all of Darren Shan’s stuff, Skullduggery Pleasant, Ketchup Clouds (Annabelle Pitcher) etc etc

My favourite movie is fantastic mr fox

I really like Diggers (the machines)

Favourite animal is a rabbit

My favourite show is Agents Of Shield

I cry a lot

I love love love Les Mis. Watched it in London last October and I will never recover. Stewart Clarke the Javert that you are <3

I most likely have misophonia, but even if I don’t please for the love of god don’t make any noises around me

Anxiety is fun

Big fan of fictional old men from the 1800s. Shoutout to them.

I like Nintendo a lot!! Zelda and Animal Crossing my beloved. The 2DS is my favourite console ever (not the stupid 2DSXL)

I really like musicals!! Some honourable mentions: Les Mis, Hamilton, Wicked, Six, Heathers (some of it, haven’t seen the whole thing yet), In The Heights, Rogers the musical (SHHH SHH ITS FUNNY) and School Of Rock

I’m a nerd about many things

Im gonna be a software engineer one day

Please send me asks!! My dms are always open for rants or a chat

Navigation:

- Writing posts to keep handy

- tags:

#**the reblogger - reblogs

#**the religious text - original posts

#**musical Lou - lyrics/yapping about music

#**lavish bros - tøp posts

#**my FRIENDS - me and my friends

#**marvellous tomfoolery - marvel

#**the wet cat musical - les mis posts

#**silly magic show - arcane

#**epic - epic the musical

#**gay hedgehogs - sonic fandom

#**agents of nothing - AOS

#**misc fandom - fandoms I’m in BUT I don’t post about enough to get their own tags

(I don’t have all my tags for people yet, but when I do they will be here:)

- #shreypilled sheepmaxxer -> @shreysheep

- #dizzy my beloved -> @1nv1s1bl3-r41ndr0p5

- #the11thpeanut -> @nimbvx1015

- #snail enthusiast -> @rorys-bullshit-dot-com

- #heebling my beeb rn -> @heeblybeebly

- #L being cool -> @quakeismyhero

(Note - any posts about a certain character will be tagged as {character} and ships will be {ship} (e.g. {Coulson} or {Fitzsimmons})

Cool posts I’m pinning here:

Disproving TERFs with biology

Wizard maze.

Shoe lacing patterns that help pains

Reaction templates

Cool art links

thingo @hershey-not-the-chocolate-maybe did once and I copied:

[thingo in question] [ooooh you wanna click on me so bad]

My cat:

Her name is April and she is very cute. No idea what breed she is

[poke-irs-real]

Avoiding Anon Hate: a guide

long post incoming. You have been warned. (Keep reading button)

There’s been an increase of anon hate in the pokeblogging community recently. This is my guide on how to avoid anon hate.

You have a pinned post, right? With your character’s information, pronouns, pokemon, etc etc? Make it clear that there is a ZERO-TOLERANCE POLICY for anon hate. Maybe even link to this post. Here’s an example.

There is a zero-tolerance policy for anonymous hate on this blog. (Link)

that link is the Wikipedia page for Hyperlinks. However, you may make it lead to this post.

Well, what if I do get anon hate? What then?

there is a feature to block anonymous users. This permanently revoked their privileges to send anonymous asks. They may send asks from their main blog, but that’s their main blog. Here’s a picture. (With ALT text/image ID! I’m going to try to make this accessible as possible. If you need anything on this post, let me know!)

[Image ID: 2 anonymous asks. They contain the words “demo ask” and “(Would help if I clicked the button lmao)” The 3 dot icon has been tapped, and it shows the menu associated with it. In red text, it says “Report Anonymous” and “Block anonymous.” On the top it also showcases the time the ask was sent. /End ID]

Did you know you can block anons? Click or tap the three dots menu on an ask to show the menu and click “block anonymous.” This makes it so that any time that user sends anonymous asks, they do not show up in your askbox. As I said earlier, they can send asks from their main blog, but at that point they… are sending hate from their main blog. When you get anon hate, simply do this. It’ll help a bit, hopefully!

Blocking anons: it’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free. Hope this helps!

[operation-cursed-sweet-tooth]

Welcome to the island of Club Penguin!

‼️questions open for Ace, Gary, PH, JPG, Rory, Dot, Agent, Aunt Arctic, Sydmull, Franky, and Rookie‼️

To find asks use #📬

To find story use #📖

To find clues outside of the story/ asks use #🔎

You will be taking part in a mysterious EPF case in the year of 2013, only a few weeks after the Halloween Party. Throughout your investigation, you will be asked to use your critical thinking skills and potential puzzle solving to help progress through whatever issues arise during your time on the case itself. You will have other EPF agents as well as the Elite Puffles around to help, including island civilians if it comes down to that. Do note that this is set in 2013! Puffle creatures, such as Dino puffles and so on will not be present right away! Any other puffles, such as the border collie, tabby, ghost and such will not be allowed to show as they were introduced in 2014, however questions about them can still be asked just wont be answered as though they currently exist.

This story will be partially interactive via polls and sometimes character asks whenever deemed appropriate.

⚠️This story will have dark elements and visuals, including character death and gore!! If you are uncomfortable with such themes then please don’t interact!⚠️

This au will be posted on 2 separate platforms, Instagram and Tumblr under the same username featured here. If you have trouble finding the account, please go to my main account via instagram and it will be tagged in one of the pinned posts, the username being LilMissRandom4607

Please read any previous asks before asking a question!! If it’s already been answered it’s probably not going to be answered again. Plus I hide clues in most the text 😉

Please keep most the asks close to the plot of the story as possible- I don’t know many fandoms and don’t want to misinterpret it nor does it make sense to any of the characters anyway. However you may be creative with the questions, and allowed to be inappropriate with them (to an extent!)

Do NOT ask me to add your oc I will only do so if i personally feel we’re on good terms/ are semi-close acquaintances/ are a friend/ or I know you well enough in person! These asks/ comments will be ignored and deleted; if it continues from the same person they will be blocked and possibly reported, no exceptions, this is considered harassment to me

There won’t be a regular posting schedule as art takes a while to do even when I’m on a drawing spree, plus I’m working on a side horror au while working on this

Warning once again there will be dark themes present! Including darker topics and visuals! Don’t like, just block or ignore the post please!

Asks will be open but I may not get to everyone! Just please be patient with me as I’m both the artist and writer for this story

Character shipping will be present!! If you don’t like a ship pair, keep it to yourself I don’t care if you don’t like it, not my problem, don’t be rude to strangers cause you hate something they like period; this will result in a potential block if necessary

Headcanons will be present! Especially for Rookie and Gary. There will be others present for each of the agents but it’ll be most noticeable through the two mentioned

Swearing will be present!! While I myself as the artist of this story isn’t entirely comfortable with swearing, I tend to use it to push along part of the narrative and make things a little more tense whenever deemed necessary, and to push more towards headcanon I’ve built for some of the characters, if you are uncomfortable with such then please don’t interact or comment anything negative about it please

If you do have questions for me, the artist themself, please don’t hesitate to ask! Whether it be through DM or anonymous ask I’d be happy to answer!

Artist and writer is @lilmissrandom4607

If I need to later on, this post will be edited to accommodate whatever I needed to add✨

[minimag1c]

Finally ANOTHER CHAPTER OF YOU REALLY DIDN'T KNOW YIPEEEE

Uhm- anyway-

Be ready I'm gonna post a lot for a week and some of you will know why this for now I will feed you with this

Chapter IV: Connections

A knock on the door.

"Ma'am Jophiel?"

Followed by silence.

Something that was unusual or eerie during this specific period in the holy place.

"Nirvana", one the most prominent and famous studios of Heaven have just finished filming an ad for the new perfume that was currently trending with the holy place and the main actress of it retired herself after a few shots who weren't that successful except the last one.

Say, the main actress wasn't just any averagely known figure they picked up on social medias or a doll face like cherub that anyone would fall in love with but the literal, actual and well known Archangel of beauty, Jophiel. The company was already a cash flowing one and well known for their high expectations and goals so it wasn't that all surprising if one of the virtues was also working on the commercial but the masses didn't actually know that for perfectionists, it was fighting with nail and tooth until their figurative and physical state collapse.

That doesn't mean the Archangel Jophiel was the type to exhaust her celestial bones until her own feathers would feel heavy on her wings' flesh however, there where those moments of surmenage accompanied with a bad timing for a sensory overload, let's just say the walking ticking bomb of emotions nesting on eggshells finally exploded and of course in the middle of another shooting.

And here's another problem: No one knew what to do when the model had her meltdown. Of course they didn't knew that this would happen, when hiring one of the original Morningstar, they didn't excepted that of them would actually react badly and it wasn't even on a failed attempt or whatsoever, it was... Just because of a few bright lights.

But after hindsight, did they actually make it too much? It wasn't everyday someone could witness this and did an archangel even needed to be taken care of? Or could they heal themselves? Or on the contrary, they actually needed to be more pampered and looked on??

Almost everyone in the studio would have be shut down, asking those questions that they never considered before if it wasn't for the exception of an heavenly being with a heart pin in his brown hair and clothed with plain a white short sleeved shirt and black pants holding a clipboard in hand who went to the backstage, specifically in the archangel's room.

Actually, he was just like Jophiel except he was the Archangel of love but employees and workers in Nirvana didn't suspect that a lambda manager's assistant is Chamuel Morningstar or, in some texts and other choices of words, Camael. Plus, his disguise made him pretty much unrecognizable and thus, it wouldn't make sense that people would be able to connect the dots between these two identities unless they have stalked or knew the archangel too well which wasn't that many or anyone at all except his siblings.

Right now, Chamuel has put aside the bumble bee-esque sounds roaming and buzzing in the studios or in other rooms except the backstages as he waited patiently in front of Jophiel's door, crossing his arms while lightly tapping his foot. There could be a chance that she wasn't probably inside but instead trying her best to calm down or plaster a smile solid enough to be believable for a few hours or, if she was lucky enough, the whole day and an afternoon in a nearby bathroom but Chamuel had a sharp hearing and if it was for the slight shuffling of a sheet accompanied by a thud, he would have thought about checking the second option.

"Ma'am? Can you hear me?" He asked again, more concern evident in his words. Jophiel herself already knew that her own sibling was in Nirvana, working undercover but she didn't actually know where they were nor what was their costumes or other appellation of it. Another thing is that she didn't really know who it was hence Chamuel preferred to be formal for now as to not overwhelm her even more. Plus, it was also just in case if one of the staff accidentally stumbled next to him and actually realize that two even more powerful than the average heavenly entity was inadvertently working with them.

Camael wasn't sure what would be their reaction but it was better safe than sorry.

In the end, after waiting for a good few minutes, the archangel felt that it was enough for him to enter inside the room, not before warning the one inside it. Without further ado, he opened the door.

Overall, it was the typical decor of any Hollywood backstage and rooms for any stars and celebrities except it had angelic motifs and touch of different yellow hue, from slightly pastel, even white to straight up bright albeit it was only a small portion. Aside from the vanity, there was a simple lemon flavored couch glued to the wall, a small ball of sheets was sitting on it, occasionally shifting back and forth slightly but stayed still on the soft cushions.

If it wasn't for the short curly hair that faded at the tip, Camael wouldn't have guessed that it was Jophiel, putting aside the room's design.

With the softest smile he could plastered on his face, he cautiously when towards the other archangel as he sat down next to her, barely touching her shoulder as to not frighten her furthermore.

"Hey" he started, being as gentle as possible. "What got you so bummed out?" He asked, no hint of malice in his voice.

It took a moment for Camael to get a reaction from her but slightly, ever so slightly she poked out her heard, her eye who was visible out of the sheet glaring at him. Chamuel smiled furthermore.

"Hale."

Hale was the name that Camael picked up for his camouflage in Nirvana. He liked the name rolling out of his tongue, plus he liked the meaning behind it, healthy and good looking, even though he didn't considered himself as a healer, he considered love as a fuel, something that everyone, platonic or not, could use as a natural medicine, a coping mechanism if used well, a link for strengthening emotional support.

But after all, who was he to tell, being a healer, a pillar of marble was Raphael's purpose and duty.

Which, now that Camael thought about it, he hasn't seen his brother in a while...

But that wasn't the current situation that mattered at hand right now. The mass of wrapped blankets started to wriggle a bit next to the archangel until the woman's head fully emerged from it. Her own eyeshadows stained slightly the corner her eyes while the pigment of her yellow blush started to fade out. Her hair was also a mess but, as the beared of the title "one of the most beautiful archangel", of course her appearance would have been a sweet eyestrain in a gawking way.

For the first few seconds, she hasn't moved nor said a word until a small, barely present, mischievous smirk appeared on her face as she finally spoke, her voice a tad raspy.

"You still kept that weird wonky nickname of yours?"

It tooks Camael a while to process what she actually just said before he widened his eyes and lightly punched her on the side. Albeit there was no harm intended nor actual force in his fist, he pouted slightly, huffing at her snarky remark.

"Hey! You said that it was good when I told you I would use that name!" He slightly scolded her. Jophiel's small smile widened a bit more. "Cammy, you already know that when I said that, it was out of from pure sarcasm."

The concerned one only proceeded to roll his eyes, soon finding himself to laugh at her propos and even more, his own joyfulness contagious as Jophiel soon followed him, albeit with less energy and more with a las feeling lingering.

It didn't tooks that much time, in fact it was only a few minutes after, for the feminine archangel to slump back on her velvet couch, drowning again in her sheets and sour mood.

Chamuel titled his head to the side, his smile slowly faltering before it became a thin line, both eyebrows frowning slightly as he looked at her. However, when he was about to speak up again, trying to come up with another way to confront her state, the archangel of beauty was faster, asking with a still a tad hoarse voice coated words.

"What are you even doing here-?"

"Just wanted to check on you, Joy. Is that a crime?"

The concerned one huffed slightly, even though it seemed more like a sigh of resignation. Camael, nonetheless, didn't backed down as he ever slowly and gently put his hand barely next the sheets that shielded Jophiel from the outside world. The woman was not really the one to be easily open to other people and less when she wasn't having it, emotions and feelings speaking or just meeting others but Chamuel was still persistent. Not stubborn. Persistent was a better word and he was really one, mainly to help other and relatives.

"Jophiel I just want to check on you." He admitted, his eyes showing his empathized bummed out feeling, mirroring with Jophiel. The latter only scoffed lightly, shrugging her shoulders although her gaze still hasn't met the other's.

"It's nothing really. I'm an archangel I can deal with it."

"You know what I mean." He said, rather harsh with knowing it but Jophiel continued, hers still firm on her own conviction but it felt more like she was already getting irritated by Chamuel's continuing presence.

"They were just a few lights. I can handle it but it's just I was more tired than usual today-" Jophiel was about to continue but Chamuel was already getting impatient as well, his own feelings starting to grow tumultuous because of his empath ability increasing.

"Jophiel, don't start pulling out those excuses on me, you already know it won't work." They said, tense. Jophiel glared at him intensely, her lips quivering and, for a moment, Camael really thought that she was going to snap at the other.

But then, instead, she tooks a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying her best to not escalate quickly as she buried herself furthermore in her small makeshift nest, not wanting to add anything else.

Somehow Chamuel felt even worse with that kind of reaction.

An oppressive and awkward silence settled between the two heavenly beings, both of them hesitating if the other would talk or themself. In the end, Chamuel was the one who broke the silence first, sighing heavily before.

"Listen Joy I-... I'm sorry I really didn't wanted to get on your nerves but I just want to help." He said before adding other words, with more pleading coating his words. "Please. Can I at least try to do something? For you?" He insisted slightly, his once persistence fading throughout the time.

Jophiel thought about his question for a short while and was about to answer until he cut her off again, slightly deadpan.

"Except telling me to go away. At least something I can do right now before you throw me out."

"Dammit." She muttered. Chamuel shrugged.

"You heard me."

The silence was still unbearable for the two but this time it was shorter. In the end, Jophiel gave up at trying to be reculant towards him but still, it tooks strength for the archangel to eventually speak up.

"Can I have some water-? Just a small bottle." She asked, her voice barely audible.

Chamuel looked at her, his eyes a bit wide but didn't minded it. Of course, as someone whose powers where just powerful enough, he could snap his fingers and make water appears but he thought to himself that it could be more appreciated if he tries to find one normally since he wanted to walk a bit as well.

"Alright if you say so-"

"But please."

Jophiel's suddenly interrupted them almost made him jump as he looked at her, a bit confused but still, they listened to what was she going to say...

... Even if what she said after somehow made them feel a needle stuck in their heart.

"After that just leave me alone. I really don't want to deal with- I really don't want to deal with anyone right now." She said, now fully hiding her entire physical being inside her sheets.

They knew that she didn't meant any harmful undertone in her sentence but Camael felt a slight weight in his stomach, an unpleasant feeling of uselessness wrenching his guts. Obviously, he felt stupid for feeling like this but it was stronger than him and for a fraction of second, he was about to get really upset.

But then, with hindsight, if it meant helping his sister, than he wouldn't mind.

He shouldn't mind.

"... Of course."

And they left, closing the door without any words.

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The archangel of wisdom sat on the floor rummaged through the mountains of papers and scrolls that was in her office alongside with the library, slightly tense and frowning.

The exterminations! How come she have never heard of it? And the fact that the actual head of the seraphim hid that cruel method from the virtues since how many years?? Centuries or eons even???

She was the archangel of wisdom. The archangel of knowledge and closely related to the Heavenly Council, Hell even one of the seven virtue, someone who was supposed to be all knowing and who was able to depict everything and be a powerful being but then if she didn't even knew about these barbaric ways, how can she even still considered herself as enough for this title? And moreso, if Sera hid it away from prying eyes for a long time now, that only emphasize how unworthy the more she thought about-

No. She was worthy of it and that's the reason why she was here, working her ass off, totally not on the verge of a breakdown with a brain as gushy as mud because she have found nothing about the exterminations. Totally not because of that.

A b s o l u t e l y n o t.

... Okay clearly she needed a break.

Uriel grunted, pinching in between her eyes, massaging it slightly, feeling yet another headache incoming as she let go of the papers who were gripped tightly in her hand as she sighed heavily, stress gradually leaving her as she realized how actually exhausted and hungry she was.

"I should probably summon a cereal bar or a bottle of red bull before continuing.." she thought to herself.

However, when she was about to get up to stretch herself, a small black flame suddenly materialized itself in front of her, slightly startling the archangel. Uriel raised an eyebrow before the flame changed its form to a more rectangular one until a dark purple lunch box appeared and almost fell on the floor if it wasn't for the woman who catched it.

At first, she raised an eyebrow in confusion, looking closer at it before she deadpanned, clearly not having it.

Obviously, she knew about the one who gave her this and, normally, she would either laugh a bit or smile at the gesture but the amount of works she had to do today really took a toll on her.

"Azrael, I'm really not in the mood right now." She said out loud. Not that long after, a figure emerged from the ground, wrapped in a black mist until an archangel with long white hair and black wings stepped forward, their arm crossed on their chest, a slight sight of disappointment on their face.

"It is not about your mood or whatsoever, Yuri. You didn't touched food for so long it's now as cold as Antarctica before climate change." Azrael said, raising an eyebrow at Uriel who slightly glared at him, not only because of the nickname but also because she definitely didn't wanted him to come.

"I thought you were the virtue of patience. Why did you even came when I told you I was still working?" She asked. He shrugged.

"Just because I'm that doesn't mean I shouldn't jump on when my siblings doesn't even know how to take care of themselves." He answered, just as nonchalant.

Uriel grumbled under her breath but, nonetheless, couldn't help but bring the lunch box close to her because of the divine smell. Azrael couldn't help but chuckles a bit as he sat next to her, leaning on a pile of old leather books as the other archangel opened the lunch box and widened her eyes, seeing a variety of Korean like dishes. Azrael couldn't help but smile fondly at his sister.

"I've decided to prepare a new one since the last was really not it. Don't worry about the temperature, you can wait a bit because I'm pretty sure it's still hotter than Australia."

"I still don't know why you keep doing Earth and its problems related jokes or metaphors these last few weeks." Uriel said, summoning chopsticks as she took a piece of kimchi. Azrael only hummed.

"When you constantly deal with Death lingering around mainly because of humans' stupidity, might as well use some dark humor to cope. With limits of course." Azrael added the last part as he smiled furthermore when Uriel ate a piece of the meal and hummed in approval, pleased of the savory taste of Azrael's cooking. She shallowed before continuing, her eyes darting away, her tone almost nostalgic.

"Mmh. You reminded me of the time during the ten plagues in Egypt where you accompanied me and kept making jokes all around because of the numerous deaths." Uriel piped in, a small, soft smile on her face yet at the same time restraining herself to not shake her head at the memory.

"Well, technically you were the one who would check if the door have lamb's blood while I shoot the kid." Azrael said almost as a matter of fact, smiling in false innocence.

Uriel almost choked on her meal as she glared at her bother, her joy being ephemeral after that propos. She narrowed her eyes at him before letting out a sigh, rubbing his eyes behind her glasses.

"For Mother's sake Azrael, I said take them, not shoot them!"

"Knowing the context of it, pretty sure these two are the same thing, am I wrong-?"

Now that caught Uriel off.

"Well- uh- i-" The archangel of wisdom was about to pull up another stunt but upon realizing that she let out a huff of resignation.

When the angel of death seemed to observe that his sibling didn't had anything else to say, he couldn't help but laugh at her attempt. Obviously, not out of malice rather a begnine teasing.

"Either way you understood what I was trying to say."

"Yeah. Of course."

And despite it, Uriel didn't fought back the small crack of smile that creeped out up on her face.

Soon, a silence settled between the two. For a the primary few minutes, it was decent until the atmosphere gotten thick, shifting unto something more awkward and unbearable to handle even for the toughest shells.

Unfortunately, Azrael's question only added more unwanted salt to the elephant in the room.

"It has been almost a week since I didn't saw you coming out of the library."

Uriel was playing and poking her remaining teokkbokki, contemplating the metaphorical voie in front while her consciousness tried to process fully what her brother was implying.

For a fraction of second, she felt her own golden blood running out but then she tried to calm herself down, her appearance as neutral as possible to not betray her inner growing turmoil.

"It's because of work. Exterminations have been such a bum in the butt I have extras now." She replied as Azrael made a sniffled up noise of understanding, his expression going on a small degree of sour.

"To be honest, I know you're like those librarians that have so many knowledge but still, I have no ideas how is your job and those exterminations are related."

Oh boy where does Uriel would even starts to answer that.

Because first thing first, not a lot of people weren't aware of that, not even her own siblings but Uriel is actually, indirectly in that case, member of the Heavenly council. There were no veiled explanations, she was the wisdom, the pillar or logics and techniques in some perspectives and, as much as it was overly frustrating how it was bright on the face that Sera was the one behind the exterminations therefore the main culprit, she needed to be neutral first and thus it was a necessity to provide concretes informations and notions about the yearly slaughter alongside with its participants, which are, in that case, exorcists...

... And that led to the second thing which was another whole problem: the case itself was a total mess. It was certain and official from now on that exterminations were illegal and weren't even supposed to work in the first place but that was EXACTLY the issue! How could Uriel even work on a registered crime case when it has no written traces and registered laws concerning it and even less files! And THAT was infuriated Uriel the most because in juridical way of speaking, that meant that exterminations had nothing in it aside the exorcists?? No registered informations or official connotations, it couldn't just be that easy.

And let's not even talk about the exorcists themselves who, most of them, doesn't even have any assurances and official identities in Heaven.

And for informations as well, the victims or the one who were involved in the case are only citizens from Hell and if it was for Heaven's case, it was the one who were put on the trial which wasn't... The best thing.

And the only person the archangel could think of was Emily which was also not... The best thing. And no. She won't elaborate.

Oh and Adam too. He was already a whole problem by himself and now that he died, the problem got worse...

"... There are reasons why it's linked. Trust me." Uriel decided to put simply in the end, not feeling ready to dump all the reasons and whatnot to her sibling as she went back to her files.

The virtue of patience frowned slightly at their sister's response, knowing easily that Uriel actually had the answers, she always had them, but just didn't felt to talk about it.

But nonetheless, he respected Uriel's choices of words, as long as she didn't tried to hide bigger and darker secrets nor crucial informations that risked to be compromise in the current situation, as he sighed slightly in small content before he finally got up, ruffling his wings slightly.

The feminine archangel bit his lips, knowing her brother would leave her be again... But a sudden question that made her froze in mixed emotions was itching her as she decided to impulsively ask it out loud.

"Do you think he received our letters?"

The temperature of the room suddenly dropped as Azrael himself felt a weight dropping all the way down to his throat and stomach, as he only stood, immobile, his back turned to Uriel as his mind tried to process the following words.

After what felt an eternity, frozen in time, he spoke up, his tone almost betraying his doubtfulness.

"He's the king of Hell now, Uriel. Pretty sure he is busy with his duties."

It wasn't the best response to it obviously and Uriel didn't even seemed that convinced with his words as she muttered something under her breath but, knowing it would go if he added anything else, the angel of death let out a quick goodbye as he disappeared in a black mist.

Uriel only hummed, going back into putting her nose in the numerous papers and written laws.

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Lucifer didn't knew if he was just woke up from a nap or coming back from the deads.

In either way, he felt as if he got ran by a truck three times before being crushed to death by five elephants. To say the least.

And it's very precise I know.

In either way, to summarize it up, Lucifer really felt like shit almost like the first time he died.

Which was agonizing mind you. Unfortunately for him, it was not a quick painless death but the exact opposite: slow, full of agonies, emotions now blurry and mixed with the blood that kept pouring out of his own body, his heart ripped off his chest and destroyed until it was just pieces and shreds of flesh as he was forced to watch it.

A bit gruesome he had to admit.

And now he felt as if the sensations of his first time were coming back to haunt him. Or probably they just want him to go back through all of this again. Who knows.

Unfortunately for his miserable and pathetic life, Lucifer had already planned activities and his day and therefore, as much as he has gotten familiar with it, he was busy.

Like trying to fucking get up for example.

In the end, after what felt like countless attempts, the king let out a groan of frustration and tiredness, clearly feeling that today will be those days where his body and mind wouldn't cooperate.

"Oh for the love of-"

He rubbed his face with his wobbly hand before lazily snapping his fingers for... Well he didn't knew what was actually the reason on why he should even use his magic.

Well. Might as well just use it for everything.

After he felt somewhat satisfied with his wishes, he finally snapped his fingers before he got engulfed in a red and golden mist as it dissipated after a while, leaving him now in a new pristine usual white and red suit and hat, as he got up and stretch himself, putting on his best shiniest smile as he only readjusted his clothes.

NOW he was ready!

Wait. There was one thing left.

Lucifer frowned when he remembered it as pulled out one his drawer and pulled out a small bottle of medicines, filled with pills whose names were "HaPpY pIlLs"

The devil couldn't help but glare intensely at it but he knew he needed them to at least function like a normal person even if the name was so disgusting.

Reculantly, he poured almost an handful of those medicines in his hand, admiring their horrendous glory before chugging all of them down in one go.

Father above that tasted horrible just like always.

After he felt ready and not forgetting anything, he took another breath before teleporting himself to the hotel, this time taking longer than usual.

But he didn't cared.

"Hello everyon-!!" Lucifer didn't had time to fully finish his dramatic entrance that he felt a bone crushing bear hug encasing him as he lightly choked out.

"Augh-! W-wh-??"

"Fucking thank God dad you're finally here!" Charlie's worried voice rang out as she then gripped her father's shoulders, extreme care and concern written all over her face. "Are you okay?? What happened?? You didn't responded to my texts!"

As the nephilim continued to list all of her unanswered questions, Lucifer couldn't help but slowly frog blinking in incompréhension. Why on earth was she worried about him? Did his not so discreet exit really scared the life out of his daughter?

"C-charlie I'm fine! See? You don't have to worry about me dramatically leaving this morning." He said, chuckling awkwardly, trying to run off the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Unfortunately for the short king, it only got worse when the rest of the hotel's residents looked at each other, all mixed emotions at his propos while even Alastor seemed to frown slightly despite his wide grin.

Lucifer's stomach dropped as he tried to fix whatever he tried to say. "Y-you know when I disappeared like poof! Gone in a smoke h-hehe-"

"Dad?"

"Yescharlie-?"

The hotel's owner looked at her father, mildly concerned and conflicted if she actually should address the elephant in the room. But then, in the end, it was probably for the best.

"Yo- you were gone for 6 months- that sudden disappearance it was months ago-"

At the aveu, Lucifer's face became livid as he almost let go of his apple cane.

Ah. So that's why something fell off when he arrived, a few things a few changed.

Yeah. A few.

"Hahha-! Uh-" the king tried to laugh off but it was obvious he was pushing it before he immediately added, as if his words would compensate his unexplainable absence. "W-well you know Char-! Being the king and all that stuff-!" He made some intelligible noises before he straighten up his back all of the sudden. "Anyway! It's fine like I've said before! Completely okay! So Uh- what was-" he curses himself mentally for being such a fool in front of sinners. "What was the thing that you were trying to say Charlie-?"

At first, the concerned one didn't responded and Lucifer was fearing that she would still insist on his unresponsiveness but then she composed herself (she was way better at it, unlike him) as she also smiled back, except her own as was not as strained as his.

She knew how to keep her blood cold.

Once again. Unlike him.

"Oh well actually I wanted your opinion if you wanted to do a specific trust exercise? For- you know- knowing the rest of our residents-?"

Once more, the suggestion went through the sin's head and it tooks a short moment surprisingly to process it before he grinned at his daughter, pushing his doubts as he tried his best to answer with the happiest tone he could muster.

"Oh of course! Why not Charlie?? After all, I really want to see your friends!" He said enthusiastically much to Charlie's relief as she dragged her father to the rest of the hotel's lobby where fortunately, everyone was just minding their own business, except a certain radio demon who stared at the king with disdain and suspicion.

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They still haven't found Samael yet. How??? He was literally not moving for a long time and when they were about to find him he was just gone!

It wasn't fair!

But oh well. The good news is that they finally knew how to track Samael without getting caught physically and therefore it was just a bonus point for them.

Obviously they won't give up. Absolutely not! Not right when they were so close.

Oh Samael really didn't had to worry. They would catch him soon. After all, it's their little Morningstar! And they would anything for him!

A̴̚͟n̸̬̓y̵̦͆t̷̹͒h̵̬͋i̷̖͊n̴͇͌ḡ̴͇.̵̫̇

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Archive of our own version

[arsonstick]

hi guys this is my corner of the internet :]

pinned last updated: 1/7/25

hope you like it here! you can call me arson/adam/mirabelle/fennel. they kinda swap but names in bold are current favs

cool other blogs wawaw!!

@arson-dot-mp3 blog for tunesposting. kinda inactive woops

@arsonstickrb spam rb blog but its kinda dead

@proper-tea-of-daryl gg posting blog the url was too golden to not use

@daydream-sys plural blog :]

more info under cut

things i like:

⭐️ in stars and time

⭐️ malevolent

girl genius?? do any of you go here???

rain world

camp here & there

cult of the lamb

discworld/terry pratchett in general

rhythm doctor

will wood

regretevator

music in general. PLEASEEEE recommend songs/artists

tags i use:

#arsondraws - things i draw

#arsonrambles - textposts, sometimes reblogs if i add text to them

#presents for arson! - gift art!!

#arsonanswers - asks ive answered

#ultra fave and #fave - pretty self explanatory. things i like

#in scars and grime - myyyy. stupid little malevolent/isat au. you should peep it

dni - if you are an 18+ blog or have "mdni" and. also general shittiness. i block freely

[icarustypicalfall]

how to make a masterpost?

1- make a normal post

2- add the text you want to introduce with your fic, description, warnings, title, etc..

3- copy the link through the three dots on the already posted post on the right corner

4- see the chain like icon beside the font tab? we use it to add a link in the post

* select it, paste your link, and voila! you are done!

5- it's uo to you, customize the post and add pics, gifs, description

6- after posting the post, pin it by going to the same three dots on the Right and choosing to pin the post!

𓆩♡𓆪

[bambi-slxt]

welcome back to bambi teaches stuff

requested by @satvisfavetoodles and @bellasturn

so you wanna make a pinned intro post but you have no idea how and no idea what to put in it - i got u.

before we start, please not that you can only have ONE pinned post on your blog, so make it count. you can also go back and edit a post after you've made it.

an introduction post can have about a million things in it, but it doesn't have to - that depends on what your blog is about (or what you want it to be about).

for instance: i write fanfiction, so my intro post has a masterlist to my other works, as well as a taglist so people can be notified when i post.

but if you're an aesthetics blog, or you're just here for the vibes, then a good thing to start with would be the basics:

preferred name: mine's bambi! hey.

age: ten billion and four. (you may be anxious to post this, so if you don't want to put your exact age, you can simply indicate whether you're a minor or not)

pronouns: mine are she/they (if you'd like)

you can also go into what music you like, what's gonna be on your blog, and if there's anyone you want to Not Interact With your blog, you should highlight those under DNI (Do Not Interact).

this can be anything from racists/bigots to people who ship Hermione Granger and Jake from Adventure Time (they exist and they scare me a lil, but are not categorically evil people - your DNI's can be a little ridiculous).

adding on to that, you can specify rules for interacting with your blog as well.

for instance, on my blog i don't allow kink-shaming of any kind, and i block liberally and with glee. your rules can be anything, don't be afraid to enforce them.

you can also organize your blog by tags.

for instance, anything i post that answers something from my inbox, i tag it with #bambi's asks. if i'm just rambling, it'll be #bambi yaps or #bambi's rambles, and if i wanted to, i would explain those in my pinned post so people can navigate my blog. (i haven't because ya girl's lazy asf)

you can also locate every tutorial i've ever made by searching my blog for #bambi educates apparently

i'd like to clarify that i'm not the fount of knowledge for all things tumblr (shocking, i know), so this isn't everything you can put on your pinned post, just a little something to get you started.

now that we've made our post, how do we pin it?

that's easy - once you're happy with your post, once you've added your cute little pictures and your cute little text fonts, you click "Post Now". then, go up to the top right corner of your now-public post and tap/click your three lil dots. your drop down menu will appear, and then you tap "Pin Post".

*epic guitar riff*

go forth, pin your posts, and fuck responsibly.

[dial-a-dyke]

Do you know about Queering the Map?

Hey y'all! I wanna highlight a queer platform I've been really interested in recently, one that has gained popularity in the last couple months especially. You might recognize this heartbreaking and intimate excerpt from Gaza that's been circulating social media platforms in the last couple months:

I’ve always imagined you and me sitting out in the sun, hand and hand, free at last. We spoke of all the places we would go if we could. Yet you are gone now. If I had known that bombs raining down on us would take you from me, I would have gladly told the world how I adored you more than anything. I’m sorry I was a coward.

The post comes from queeringthemap.com which, according to their Instagram, "is a community-generated counter mapping platform for digitally archiving LGBTQ2IA+ experience in relation to physical space."

Basically, Queering the Map allows you to post your own queer memories from anywhere in the world, completely anonymous. Wanna mark where you and your girlfriend had your first date? Drop a pin. Wanna place yourself in the middle of the ocean as a metaphor for unrequited love? Drop a pin. Wanna reflect on being the only queer person in your town? Drop a pin.

There is no limit to what users can post - or what they can see. Every post that users have ever created is still on the site, serving as make-shift digital archive for queer memories. Posts are public to any user who visits the website, allowing people to browse the digital globe and the queer experiences people have shared.

Founded by Canadian artist Lucas LaRochelle in 2017, Queering the Map has connected countless LGBTQ2IA+ people from around the world. Some like to share their own memories, others find hope in reading others' posts, and some share the posts to other platforms for rhetorical purposes.

Take the excerpt above from Gaza, for example. It first began to circulate the web (to my knowledge) roughly a year ago, and then again in June after it was featured in a NYT article. Then, in October, Instagram, Twitter, Tik Tok, and Tumblr users began sharing the screenshotted post to show solidarity with Palestinians - especially queer Palestinians. The Dyke Project used this excerpt and others from Gaza to display on bus advertising systems. Something about Queering the Map captivated attention in a unique way - something about it made people feel like it was the right place to turn in moments and feelings of tragedy and horror.

Other times, people share posts that simply spoke to them. Illustrator Aude Nasr brought some posts to life, helping us picture the moments people were trying to document. I've posted some of Nasr's art here.

I encourage you all to check out queeringthemap.com at some point, if not to post for yourself but to just see the beautiful, lively, and complicated memories someone, somewhere, wanted you to see. And to my queer siblings everywhere: I am constantly amazed by our desire to connect with each other, to defy borders and time, and to write our stories down.

Quick userguide:

Entering the website, users find themselves in a zoomed in location on the map. The water is blue, but the land is pink with dotted lines indicating borders between states or regions, and straight lines between countries. Using their mouse, one can scroll to zoom in or out. Memories are marked on the pink map by black location tags, which you can click on to view the specific memory a user shared for that location, or simply run your mouse over it for a smaller box to show the text. Zooming out too far, a user might see a black blob, no pink space in sight as so many memories have been posted to a particular region.

Were you familiar with Queering the Map before this post? What about before the last couple of months? What Queering the Map entry speaks to you? What does queer memory making mean to you?

Here's some posts I've been thinking about lately.

It gets better. When I first got here I was so unsure of myself and if I would be accepted. Now, I know I am loved, I am more sure and I have been accepted and embraced unlike ever before. Roll Pride baby!

came out to my daughter here while driving her to school, 6 years later and 6000km away she came out to me .

Came out to my folks. It didn’t go too well.

Was with the cutest guy I’d ever met

I’m from rafah and she’s from deir al balah, she got married later and i left gaza strip, to this day i think of you, to this day i wish to be back to sleep with you in the same bed, i want you to call for my name again, i wish if i can be with you again my heart. بحبك وبالرغم من الي صار دايما في بالي.

Idk how long I will live so I just want this to be my memory here before I die. I am not going to leave my home, come what may. My biggest regret is not kissing this one guy. He died two days back. We had told how much we like each other and I was too shy to kiss last time. He died in the bombing. I think a big part of me died too. And soon I will be dead. To younus, i will kiss you in heaven.

First kiss 16 years ago

One day, this sea will not divide us.

i hope your family knows i will love you until the day i die. i hope we meet in every life, no matter how many times you break my heart. Wo ai ni

故事从这里开始 : ) Un día te olvidaré, no importa que sea tan difícil. Me lo creo.

[tangledinredstring]

I struggle to get my head around the religious lore of Fantasy High, sometimes - I suspect I haven't studied the correct subjects at school, but I do my best! But I will put some of my thoughts here, to see if pinning them to the conspiracy board helps me connect the dots.

So, I had this thought during the last episode, and I've seen it mentioned in other people's posts, but it was a bit strange that the dead rage god could be named in the circle, but Cassandra's name had been updated to be Cassandra, even though that definitely was not her name at the time. And there's a couple of explanations, that might be at play here, or a combination of the two.

The first is that Adaine was translating from a Proto-Sylvan language, so it wasn't like she was reading the English/Common words where it said "Susan/Cassandra". My thought it was more like she saw the rune meaning the combined concept of Mystery/Night and understood that to mean the god she knows as Cassandra.

The other explanation that came to me is that although the end result was the same, and possibly the cause leading up to it, what actually happened to the two of them is not the same, or at least I don't think so.

As I understand it, Ankarna died due to a lack of worshippers. That doesn't necessarily mean that it was done maliciously, although the fact that this appears to be the only written record of the name, especially since they are part of a pantheon of gods that are still worshipped, certainly points to someone going through after the fact and removing the name from history books and religious texts does point to that. There is a difference between knowing the god exists and believing in that god, but if no-one cared, the name would have been left in documents as part of the Giant pantheon, and there would be a possibility of worship if someone (like Fig) felt that actually, a god of summer and rage did fit their personal beliefs. But that was removed as a possibility, by parties unknown, so that they would be completely forgotten.

What happened to Cassandra was different, in that immediately prior to the Nightmare King incident she did have worshippers. They had been swayed by the church of Gallicaea into believing they needed to ritually destroy her previous name, but they did exist, so she didn't just fade out of existence like Ankarna. And it was the ritual that makes the difference here; before her followers could ritually destroy the name, she ritually changed it to the Nightmare Kings crown to save herself. Since big ritual magic was involved, and again when she came back to being Cassandra, I don't think it would be out of the question that reality could just be remade to reflect the new names.

TL:DR - I think too much about this.

I had one last thought, only tangentially related. I've seen people saying they feel like Porter is urging Fig to worship Ankarna specifically; because he is Genasi, and because he has some religious backing as a paladin, and with his feelings about rage, it makes sense that he is a follower of this god. But - perhaps I have read Small Gods too many times - that just doesn't make sense to me. If Ankarna had even one believer, let alone if he worships because his ancestors did, Ankarna would not be dead.