#thank you SO MUCH for asking so many questions!!!

[jegmegoganne]

(When I see posts like this, I’m reminded - like a punch to the face - that I had cancer. I didn’t have a choice. Change forced itself on me. The symptoms after thyroid surgery were brutal. So much anger, so much anxiety, so much weakness in the muscles, so many issues with memory and endless problems with the body in general. And when that was finally over, I’m left with an autoimmune disorder and an empty shell. Completely empty. What am I supposed to fill it with?)

(On another note: cancer in itself changes your body permanently. You’re never the same after such an illness. Either you have chemo which is brutal and it takes a very long time to build up your body again. Or you have surgery to remove an entire organ, which leaves you with permanent illness. And that’s just from a physical standpoint. Mentally, you’re lucky if you get yourself out of depression. Depression from missing out on life. But if you’re like me, you’re left with PTSD from being treated poorly by every doctor you’ve talked to since being diagnosed. Because somehow, every doctor is taught exactly the same thing and every one of them talks in circles because they don’t have the knowledge you’re seeking - asking simple questions is somehow too much. My surgeon was the only nice, understanding, easy to understand doctor I’ve met who never once spoke in circles. Thanks for reading.)

what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?

[prettydaisygirl]

would love to see a one bed trope with james!!

hi nonnie! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy <3 I love one-bed tropes omggggg

friend!James Potter x fem!reader who fall victim to Sirius' trap ✿ 2.0k words

cw: fem reader, James has a crush on reader, they are both awkward, James is a professional athlete, Lily is James' ex (sorry), background wolfstar, Remus had an allergic reaction but Sirius saw an opportunity

james potter masterlist

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James should’ve known Sirius had ulterior motives. He always does.

When Sirius had called him yesterday, James immediately knew something was wrong. Sirius never calls him. He should’ve been more suspicious when he answered and Sirius’ tone was bright and cheery despite the words he was saying.

“Remus had an allergy attack,” Sirius says, and James can hear the hospital machines in the room behind him. Sirius laughs when James asks if Remus will be okay. “He’s fine! You know Moony, he’s resilient!” 

James doesn’t know if Remus is really that resilient, but Sirius seems to blow off his worries, quickly moving on. “Anyway, Prongs, I have a favor to ask you.”

“Yeah?” Upon later reflection, James will again realize that the tone in Sirius' voice should’ve made him suspicious. 

“Rem and I rented a cabin for the weekend, but now with this, we can’t go. And they won’t let us refund it with such short notice.” Sirius’ voice muffles a bit as he seems to turn to say something to Remus, but James can’t make out the words. Sirius turns back and continues, “You should go for us, yeah? Enjoy a nice weekend away, it might be nice to relax and get away from all of your problems.”

James should’ve known better. He always knows better when it comes to Sirius. 

Maybe it was his burnout, or the sounds of the hospital room in the background, but James finds himself agreeing. Which isn’t the stupid part.

The stupid part was not asking anymore questions. 

James is expecting a cabin in the woods. He is expecting quiet peace away from hectic city life, and work, and everything else. 

But he's not expecting you.

James opens the front door as you’re stirring a pot over the stove. You freeze, he freezes, the both of you like deer in headlights.

“Hello,” He says, smiling softly as he steps inside and shuts the cabin door behind him.

“Hi, James!” You say back brightly, setting down your stirring spoon and brushing your hair off your face with the back of your wrists. “What are you doing here?”

“I was… going to ask you that.” James says as he sets his bag down by the front door. He runs a hand through his hair as you pick up a dish towel and wipe off your hands.

“Sirius invited me,” You explain, and glance at the stove again before deciding to reach over and turn it off. James watches your every move. “He said they rented this cabin for their anniversary this weekend, but Remus had to go to the hospital. They didn’t want to waste the reservation… Why are you looking at me like that?”

James blinks a few times and tries to wipe whatever look he must have off his face. “No, I just… that’s what he told me too. He invited me too, just yesterday.”

“Oh,” You say, and then a sharp chuckle escapes your lips, “Why would he do that?”

James knows exactly why Sirius would do that. 

A few weeks ago, after a few too many, James admitted to Sirius that he maybe, sort of, kind of, just a little bit, fancies you. James has had a very hard time getting over Lily after the breakup, and this admission had Sirius grinning like the Cheshire Cat. James had hoped Sirius wouldn’t remember it, and he thought that because Sirius hadn’t mentioned it again, that he didn’t.

Except, evidently, Sirius did remember.

“Well, that’s alright!” You say, the sweet, happy smile returning to your lips. Its familiar presence makes James’ insides flutter. “I can make more soup!”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” Your voice is quick to cut off James’ protests.

“Don’t worry! It will only take me a few minutes,” You wave him off with a hand, already moving to turn the stove back on and begin adding more ingredients.

James takes this moment to slip away and collect himself. He leans down to grab his bag and dashes across the living room to the door on the other side. He opens it and finds the bedroom. 

He runs a hand through his hair, tossing his bag on the bed. He steps into the connected bathroom, turns on the sink, and splashes some water onto his face.

Fuck, He thinks. James was definitely not expecting you. 

He steps back into the bedroom and sits on the bed, only to freeze, his entire body tensing. His eyes dart around the room in disbelief, panic flooding him.

Fuck, again. James thinks. There’s only one bed.

His immediate panic recedes when he realizes he can just sleep on the couch. He groans internally at the thought of having a sore back for a day or two, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

Only, when he walks into the living room, there isn’t a couch. Just two wicker chairs. 

Fuck, three times.

He walks back into the kitchen, hearing you humming to yourself as you set two bowls of soup on the table. He pretends like his mind isn’t reeling as he takes a seat, beaming brightly at you. 

“How have you been?” He asks, and he cringes as you sit down. He should’ve gotten your chair for you.

“I’ve been alright! Things have been busy, but what’s new? How have you been? Lily doesn’t talk about you anymore so…” Your voice trails off as you realize you’ve said the wrong thing. James’ stomach churns just a bit at the sound of Lily’s name from your mouth but he pushes it aside quickly. He waves off your anxiety with a wave of his hand.

“I’ve been alright,” James answers, picking up his spoon but not taking a bite yet, “I’ve been throwing myself into the team. We've been doing really well this season. Oh, and I got a new flat a few months ago, it’s nice.” 

He tries to keep his voice steady and you just nod and smile. So far so good, he thinks.

“Sorry for…” Your voice is quiet as you squeeze your eyes shut with embarrassment and James is quick to soothe your anxiety again.

“No, I promise it’s alright. Don’t worry about it. How… How is she?” James asks, and he does care but more than anything he doesn’t want you to think he is hung up on Lily. Their breakup was the hardest thing he’s ever gone through, but it was never going to work out between them and he understands that now.

“She’s alright, she’s… I think she’s getting engaged soon.” You shrug a bit and James gives you a soft smile.

“Good… That’s good.” James says. He hates the way the room is thick and the silence stretches awkwardly in a way that makes his skin crawl. 

You don’t let the tension stop you, speaking up again. “I’ve been watching your games. You’re right when you say the team is doing really well.”

James finds himself both surprised and flattered that you watch them. Maybe you’re just a fan of the sport, but he convinces himself you’re watching it for him. “You watch me? Really?”

He adores the way you become flustered, eyes darting away from his for a moment as you shy, “Well… I mean you’re there, so…”

James chuckles brightly and the room lightens a bit. He shakes it off his shoulders and tilts his head at you. “I wish I would’ve known you were watching. I would’ve shown off for you.” 

Your eyes brighten and James’ heart skips a beat. “You weren’t already?” You ask, the corner of your mouth turning up, and James falls deeper in love with you.

The rest of dinner goes well. James finds the soup you made absolutely delicious, and your company even better. Your laugh is contagious and the both of you find yourself having a good time, especially when you find the bottle of champagne that was seemingly left for Remus and Sirius’ anniversary trip. At the end of the bottle, after moving to sit outside, the two of you are laughing so loud you might have scared off any animals nearby. 

James adores the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, the way the light from the setting sun causes your irises to glow just a bit brighter. The last of a series of chuckles leaves his lips and James finds himself telling you, “There’s only one bed.”

Your chuckles slow and your brow furrows just a bit, a smile still on your lips. “What?”

“There’s only one bed, and there’s not even a couch.” James’ voice is lighter than normal, and there’s a long moment of silence before the two of you break out into giggles again.

“Oh no,” You say teasingly, giggles slipping out every few words, “I have to sleep with James Potter? How disappointing.”

James knocks into your shoulder lightly with his own, but you don’t move, just letting his shoulder rest against yours. 

“Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” He asks, a surprisingly sober question for his tipsy brain. You shake your head, turning to look at him with your pretty eyes and beautiful smile. The alcohol and the look on your face make his brain fuzzy.

“No,” You say, and James lets his knee fall into yours too. “You can sleep on the bed with me.” 

He lets you get ready for bed first, laying on top of the sheets and simultaneously cursing and thanking Sirius for setting him up like this. You come out in some sleep shorts and a t-shirt and James thinks he might die. Just the sight of the skin of your thighs is enough to have him practically jumping off of the bed and heading into the bathroom. 

When he comes back out, now changed into a pair of boxers and a different t-shirt, you’re already under the covers. He feels his heart pounding in his chest as he slides in next to you. His buzz from the champagne has mostly worn off now, and he can see your eyes shine just a bit in the darkness of the bedroom.

“Is this still okay?” James asks softly, the two of you facing each other. His leg bumps into yours.

“Yes,” You whisper back softly, and you seem to hesitate for just a moment before you place your hand on his. “It’s okay. I want you to sleep here.”

James feels himself practically melt and his body moves closer to your own, your words encouraging him. He squeezes your hand and he can feel the soft puffs of your breath against his face. 

“‘m glad you’re here,” James admits softly and your lips curl into a soft smile. 

“Me too.” You say, and he watches your eyes fall shut for a moment before they open again. The two of you lay there, eyes on each other, until you’re the one who leans forward to press a kiss to his lips. 

It’s soft and sweet, nothing earth-shattering. James thinks it's perfect. He decides to be brave too, and slides an arm around you. You continue to kiss lazily for a few minutes until you yawn. James pulls back enough to pretend to look offended.

“I’m sorry, am I boring you?” He asks, voice soft and teasing as he runs a hand up your side. You shiver a bit and smile tiredly.

“Sorry,” You say, voice practically a murmur as sleep calls to you, “I’m sleepy.”

“I know,” James whispers, and he runs a hand through your hair. You smile, letting your eyes close and letting sleep start to take you. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, James.”

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© prettydaisygirl

[ryebread0605]

https://www.tumblr.com/ryebread0605/782029049643008001/can-i-request-the-test-third-years-and-the-kind-of?source=share

OHHHHHH THIS WAS SOOOO GOOOD 😭

Even though I'm not a fan of Leona or Lilia, I really liked them

Would it be a bother to ask you to share your thoughts on the 2nd years? pwp

Thanks in advance

Not a bother at all! I’m glad you liked Leona and Lilia’s parts despite not being a fan of them!

Riddle: 

Is anyone surprised he’d have a dream of the reader being dominant over him?

He broke one of your many rules, maybe on purpose or maybe accidentally, who knows

His eyes widen as the paddle comes down once more, your soft cooing in his ear telling him he’s taking his punishment like such a good boy~, his body shivering in pleasure and embarrassment-

He’s beyond embarrassed when he's awoken by his alarm clock to a hard on and even debates skipping class but knows he can’t

You notice his little glances in class, his cheeks turning as red as his hair as he desperately tries to hide the growing issue in his pants

When you offer to help with his problem, he is a stuttery mess but gives in once you’re able to take him somewhere nice and private

Jamil: 

Dreams about you giving him a very intimate congratulations after the basketball club wins a tournament 

You’re on your knees in front of him, wide doe eyes looking up at him as he covers his mouth, each bob of your head making his dick twitch as he gets closer and closer to his release

But he can’t reach that release

Is beyond annoyed when he wakes up, knowing he can’t even take time for himself before class as he has to help Kalim wake up and get ready

Is shocked after basketball practice to find you waiting in his room 

Completely forgets about his earlier annoyance the second your mouth is on his dick and fulfilling his wonderful dream

Kalim: 

Voyeuristic dream 100%

LOVES the idea of you taking him just behind the corner during one of the many scarabia parties

Having to stay quiet as your cock/strap ruts against that one spot deep in him that makes his eyes roll back and back arch so beautifully

His hands are pressed against the wall, legs barely able to hold him up as you whisper in his ear to stay quiet or else someone may come looking

When Jamil wakes him up, he’s confused for a second but brushes it off

Acts much more clingy to you (to which Jamil is grateful)

He does eventually admit his dream, feeling a bit guilty about it until you offer to do just that at the next party

Everyone is pretty much used to his spontaneous attitude so no one questions why he announces a party is happening that same night

Azul: 

Fellow monster fuckers rejoice as Azul dreams of him using his tentacles on you 

Something he once considered disgusting now bringing out the most delectable sounds from your lips 

The tentacles moving in and out of your holes, holding your legs wide open, azul watching with pride as you cum again and again 

Yeah he's absolutely avoiding you after that dream 

When you confront him as to why he suddenly is avoiding you, he breaks under the pressure and, through tears, admits his dream 

Is beyond shocked when you agree to take part in his fantasy

The next morning, the employees of the lounge are relieved and surprised at how friendly and merciful he is acting 

Floyd: 

Overstimulation and bondage king

Dreams of you tying him up, pressing a vibrator against his dick as he’s helpless to just moan and squirm at the overwhelming sensation 

The idea of being helpless to your touch, unable to stop it, not wanting to stop it, cumming over and over again as his brain slowly melts into just being desperate for more

Wakes up to a stain in his pants but does not give a shit at all 

Teasingly whispers in your ear exactly what he dreamed of and is delighted when you say if he behaves, you’ll do what he wants

It’s the first time anyone has ever seen him actually listen in class the whole day 

When you have him all tied up, his body vulnerable to your touches, he is in absolute heaven 

Jade: 

Forest sex forest sex forest sex

Going on a hike with you only to find a lovely space just hidden enough for no one to stumble across the two of you 

He lays his jacket under you as he positions himself between your legs, tongue working along your clit/shaft and hands kneading your ass

Watches happily as your back arches and moans get louder, your hands tangling themselves within his hair and pulling his head in more as you moan out profanities and begs

Wakes up unsure of what to do, he’s never experienced being hard in this form and certainly cannot do anything with the possibility of Floyd coming back 

During class, he sees you yawn and his brain goes completely haywire, telling him to mate you immediately

Practically drags you into the single stall bathroom and makes sure to leave you an absolute mess

Ruggie: 

Dreams of being completely submissive to you as you ram into him with your cock/strap

His face buried into his pillow as you thrust deeper and deeper, desperately rutting his hips against yours as you laugh and tell him he needs to be more patient 

He can feel the coil in his stomach tightening as he grows closer and closer to cumming and-

Welp, its time to wake up Leona

Although it may have only been a dream, he can’t help but be around you all day

He follows you and offers to do pretty much everything for you

Once you realize why hes acting this way, he gets super excited to hear you offer to help him get to reach his orgasm that got ruined that morning

Silver: 

Rough sex dream

He wants it rough as it would be able to keep him conscious through the sensations 

Being under you or on top, he does not care either way

Your dick so so deep in him, thrusting into him roughly as you tell him how he's such a good toy for him, his face forming a smile unseen by anyone else but you 

He almost asks Lilia why he feels how he does in the morning but smartly decides to look it up instead and is extremely embarrassed to even think those things about you

He’s even more embarrassed to find out the dream wasn’t even his, but yours as he accidentally managed to use his spell 

That night is the first time he’s ever stayed up all night long 

[godsandvillains-if]

Hi! I suppose this could be an mc lore question post.

Is it reasonable to assume that under the conditions that MC was in that they would have many scars? If they did go on missions, was there a success rate, and were they punished if they did badly?

You gave us a lot of headcannon material and the very hard choice of an SA acknowledgment, which I will say was important to me personally, but people in captivity are more likely to be SA'd so that being mentioned in their storyline adds depth. Not to mention cults in general may shift beliefs to gain control that way as well, ie. Multiple wives, dubious ages of consent, etc. Is there anything else you can share about the cult like how long they've been around? Or if they have specific goals/messages shared?

I know I toe the line to spoilers, and I'm curious how deep Igor was in the cult as well?

Hello!! 😊

Yes, it is safe to say that MC has a lot of scars. Not only from their missions, but also from the experiments performed by the Endless Cult while they were imprisoned. The scars are largely on their arms and back. They weren't punished if they did badly, but only because they weren't allowed to fail their mission. Fail, and they are dead. For the longest time, the MC was expendable.

I can't go into much detail, but the Endless Cult was created during the middle ages by an excommunicated group of Templars. This fact is known by the team and the government's highest officials. To the public they are fear-mongering religious zealots who want to bring back the age of chaos that predates the creation of humanity.

How they will do that is a secret.

Thanks for the ask!! 😍

[pansy-picnics]

Want to go more in depth into my ulla/library fight interpretations without adding like 6 paragraphs onto the reblogs/replies of my last post GAHAHAHAA so um. Faq/some explanations here….

1. Varian stopping himself from calling her “mom”/“if i really am your mother”

i VERY briefly mentioned this in the tags, but basically, in my head, the main reason ulla possessed varian is because she wholeheartedly saw him as a complete stranger. I wanted her to be really malicious and manipulative here— But i want to vaguely reiterate the fact that i truly don’t think ulla would treat him this way had she known he was her son. She’s batshit crazy, being in complete isolation for 18 years in a completely separate reality where time barely exists and even 18 years have felt like thousands— she’s so desperate to leave she’s completely willing to take advantage of everyone else- but her own kid? her baby?

Varian was one of the main reasons she even WANTED to leave- she always loved him. I think she had a lot of complex things going on and idk that she was ready to be a mother when she had him, but she truly loved him and wanted to come back to him….but she Does Not Recognize him at all because. Well shes basically lost all sense of time and reality, she can’t possibly bear the thought that time had moved on without her in any way. She doesn’t really remember who she is or what she looks like, so she cant recognize him by looks either. NOT TO MENTION var is trans in my head, so basically its like a triple whammy because ulla is 100% sure she has a daughter who is at most a year old and she wants to get back to her and her family. and suddenly this random teenage boy is coming in like Hey so I’m your son. I’D TWEAK OUT TOO LIKE WHO ARE YOUUUU.

So yeah. Varian does not call her mom, although he really really wants to. It just feels too weird to do so when shes completely unfazed by it- it’s like calling out to someone you used to know and them not even recognizing you. It hurts, but you just have to push it aside cuz…rlly what else can you do?

2. Is she a villain

I rlly rlly did want to frame her as a villain here and she DEFINITELY IS ONE but i see her as a very sympathetic one. I like keeping up w the tts theme of most everyone being redeemable or sympathetic in some way,,, And i must admit i have one of my friends to thank for getting me as attached to ulla and don as i am— So i have a lotttt of thoughts abt them and all their doomed yuri. Ultimately ulla was never truly evil to me and i don’t think she means any ill intent towards varian. i think she does eventually recognize him, too— but it’s not actually until she sees donella.

I mean think abt it- babies only have so many defining features. I can guarantee you if i showed you a picture of an adult who you’re only vaguely seen as a baby once like 18 yrs ago you wouldn’t be able to recognize them as the same person. But donnie? of course she remembers her, just as clearly as she remembers her baby— the one difference is that donella has the same face ultimately, so ofc ulla recognizes her immediately. but shes…different. older, grayer, wrinkled and Changed. The same face, but clearly different. it rlly makes her realize just how long it’s been, that varian really is that same baby she left behind— and it all hits her like a truck

i think when it actually hits her ulla truly is terrified of the person she’s become. theres so much she wants to say to varian, to don, to everyone— So many questions she wants to ask, but she can’t bring herself to say much of any of it. But she finally just has to accept that,,, time has moved on— but she hasn’t been forgotten. i think thats something she always feared— being forgotten and leaving nothing behind. And,,, I think that’s one of varian’s biggest fears, too. Obviously shes still Not fully there in the head and shes kinda just had a complete swing from a manic state to a breakdown. And yeah she’s definitely not gonna be let off the hook for the fact that she was still willing to manipulate and possess even a complete stranger just to get out. But she and varian do have a heart to heart, she gets some closure with don….and they all do understand where shes coming from.

3. What about varian? does he just forgive her for the whole possession thing?

Absolutely Not. in fact i think it fucks w him so so bad. i think since he was a very young child, varian’s always built up this Idea of ulla in his head— this perfect maternal figure he never had growing up. He was even more excited to hear abt their shared interests, and he really really hoped that finding the library, finishing her work, etc, would give him some kind of catharsis and closure…perhaps, ideally even finding her again, wherever she was. But..that didn’t happen. He found her, of course, but she wasn’t that mother he had always wanted or needed. She had completely lost herself, didn’t even recognize him— and she was downright hostile towards him. He has so many mixed feelings about it all— disappointment, rage, some kind of grief, for both that image of her he had in her head and the potential that he never got to see. but i do think, with both his uncle and don + quirin he eventually learns more abt the person she was before— how similar they were, how much he could relate to her, how she truly was just,, human.

In fact, i think pre-library ulla was a lot like rapunzel— always a free spirit, always searching and yearning for something more. not completely ready to settle down, but she tried to anyways. Tried to go on one last trip before she finally settled,, and then everything went wrong, and she ended up hurting the people she loved most. I think w how close varian is to rapunzel, how much he understands her— that resonates w him a LOT.

All in all, i think as he matures, varian is eventually able to come to terms with it for what it is. No, she wasn’t the mother he wanted or needed— and she did things he could never, and never will, forgive her for. but he still empathizes with her and hopes that, in another life, she could’ve finally been free, and happy.

4. The rest of team radical being at the library fight

already mentioned in a reblog but ill put it here for consistency’s sake

Yeah. I think honestly the possession fight would hit sm harder if it was hugo, nuru and yong all there trying to snap him out of it. Yeah hugo can give him the whole confession spiel but nuru and yong are like,, his younger siblings. he’s impacted them in so many ways and they deserve to be there!!! Them trying to talk him out of it would go SO HARD and it would be SO EMOTIONAL 😭 I do think hugo was ullas main target, i think yong and nuru come in a little later bc they’re still dealing w donellas lackeys outside but they obviously aren’t just gonna leave var and hugo there!!!!!

5. Can you write a fic/make the show

I fucking wish

Srsly tho i would absolutely LOVE to write a fic about my interpretation of vat7k (although i can hardly call it enough to make a fic, i rlly just have Very passionate ideas of like everyones dynamics and character arcs). My writing skills are decent but unfortunately im not to the point w writing as a hobby where it comes as naturally to me as drawing does, so it takes me a lot of extra effort to go out of my way to write. Can barely finish oneshots atp (Sorry to the children of the moon fans its been a fucking year. i promise have a draft for the next chapter i’ve been touching like. Once a week)

My writer friends are like holding me at gunpoint to practice more though so maybe ill be able to write some oneshots abt them one day,,,,,,,,,

[yuurei20]

Not an ask but a genuine question about how to do you gather all the info? No matter what question it is, you have empirical evidence from the game and not just one image but MULTIPLE I genuinely want to know how do you do it 😭 It’s honestly so fascinating and hella remarkable I swear I’ve never met a blog much more accurate than yours with regards to debunking or validating any theory or concern.

Hello hello thank you for this question you are very very much too kind m(_ _)m

The content of this blog and everywhere is all thanks to the wonderful Twst community! ♡ I appreciate very much the people who reach out in messages and comments to provide different viewpoints and corrections and opinions, and without them there would not be anywhere near as much information gathered here as there is.

Thank you sincerely, so much, to everyone m(_ _)m

For the "what are you doing over there" aspect, it is just playing through the stories and voice lines and taking so many screenshots that my second external harddrive just ran out of space with EN Book 7-10 oh no 💦

[lostwysteria]

Part 20

Final part to the Nice Arc and the segue into the E-Soul Arc! Lets go!!!! This has been wild so far. Holy crap. Thank you guys, so much. Again, always feel free to ask me questions or just speculation. Today, work is hell. Mock inspection. *Dies like several tbhx characters*

Masterlist

Nice felt his world fall out from under him. He wouldn't make it in time. Nice could vaguely hear screaming. He didn't know that it was his own. 

The robots were all destroyed and Moon had punched Enlighter's lights out.

He rushed forward, hoping against hope that he would make it. 

A surge of blue lightning lit up the buildings. 

E-Soul zipped up a nearby building.

Nice collapsed to the ground. 

E-Soul had caught Lin Ling. 

“Sorry. I’m going to borrow him for a bit. I hope you don't mind? We have some catching up to do and he needs medical attention as soon as possible. See you later!”

Nice was frozen in so many different emotions. “What. The. Fuck.” He said, voice sounding a bit dead.

…

Shang Chao was pacing as he waited for his lover to return with their friend. A doctor was waiting on their floor as well. His heart had stopped when Lin Ling went over the edge of the building. It had only started again when Yang Cheng had caught him. 

The hidden panel slid back in the wall, revealing the stairwell that was mostly used in emergency situations. Yang Cheng entered and quickly laid Lin Ling on the couch. 

The doctor got to work immediately. He was a Trusted doctor and could diagone with just a touch. Thankfully nothing required a hospital visit. The unconscious hero just needed rest, fluids, food, and time to heal from mild torture.

He bandaged up what needed bandages and left soon after. 

…

Lin Ling felt like he had been run over. He groaned in discomfort as he woke up.

“Oh, thank goodness. You're awake." A vaguely familiar voice said. It made a pang of longing go through him.

It took him a few moments to be able to pry his eyes open.

Shang Chao’s smiling face greeted him. “Good morning.”

"Shang Chao? What? Where am I?" Lin Ling asked.

“Minevand A-Cheng’s apartment in Hero Tower. He caught you." 

“Caught me? I think I passed out some time after Nice and-" Lin Ling bolted up and immediately regretted it. “Nice! Wreck! Moon! Are they okay?!” He gasped out, pain stealing his breath away.

“They're fine! Don't worry! Lay back down!" Shang Chao fussed. “A-Cheng and I are more worried about you right now." 

"A-Chao’s right. What in the world has been going on?” Yang Cheng said as he walked over. He was in casual clothes and not his hero costume.

“You just disappeared after saving me that night. After revealing you were a hero the whole time we knew you! It's been four years!" Chao exclaimed.

“My parents died, my phone was busted in the altercation, and I had to transfer to a cheaper college. I hated it! But my life was falling down around me. I refused to drag you three down as well. Then the Threads of my powers connected to you three snapped and I just couldn't get up the nerve to try dnd reach out." Lin Ling told them. "How is Xia Qing, anyway?”

"She's in America on a work vacation in Florida. Miami to be exact. She met a girl there from our neck of the woods. They might start dating.” Yang Cheng let him know.

"That's not the point. Don't distract us!” Chao scolded. "Powers? Theads? Explain please?”

“One of my powers is ugh.” Ling groaned before saying the next part “has been named, by others, Maternal Instinct. I have metaphysical threads connecting people under my care back to me. It gives a general location and state of being. I knew you were in danger immediately even before I saw the guy pointing a gun at you.”

“Under your care?” Cheng asked.

“My powers came from being a super nanny and my homemaking skills. Over time that gained me Trust and my Hero Identity as Homemaker. If I consistently take care of someone and consciously claim them, then they come under my powers. I call those people my wards/charges. You three and my own parents were my only connections like that. For years. Until recently.” Lining sighed. “I was literally your mom-friend.” 

“That actually makes sense now. Why it felt like we lost a parent all of the sudden after you vanished. And why A-Cheng used to slip up and call you mom on accident sometimes. Behind your back.” Shang Chao said as he was looking on his tablet. Homemaker's internal only comprehensive hero profile was on it. All of his current abilities were listed along with explanations of them.

Yang Cheng was blushing from mortification at that revelation.

…

It was an hour later that the two helped Lin Ling back to his own apartment that he shared with Nice and Wreck.

“Are you sure you're alright with them? Nice gives me the creeps, honestly.” Yang Cheng asked. Lin Ling was glad that being a hero brought out Cheng’s confidence.

“I’m more than fine with them. Cone on. Don't be like that.” Ling scolded gently as the two made faces.

…

Nice burst into the apartment and collapsed at Lin Ling's feet. He buried his face into Ling’s knees and started sobbing. Wreck wasn't much better. He buried his own face in his thigh. Moon immediately went to get the massive blanket that Ling had finished. She cuddled into Ling’s side and covered them all up with it. 

Yang Cheng and Shang Chao shared a look and silently left. They would be back later to check in. Even if they didn't like it, the four needed space.

…

Lin Ling ran his fingers through Moon’s tangled hair and muttered nonsense soothing words as he calmed his family down.

“I can't. I just…” Nice wailed before ever so gently grabbing at his hands. “I love you. I'm in love with you.” Nice confessed while looking in Lin Ling’s eyes. The blanket had fallen off of them a bit.

“I am, too.” Wreck covered both of their hands with his larger ones. Moon scooched over to the other end of the couch. 

Lin Ling knew that no words needed to be spoken as he guided Nice up on to the couch and then Wreck. He then took his hands back. 

He cupped Nice’s face in both of them. He looked in to those tear filled sapphire eyes and leaned in. Their lips met in their first kiss. Ling poured all of his love for the man into it. By the end, Nice was dazed and gasping for breath. Ling then did the same for Wreck.

“I am in love with you both, as well.”

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The Soldier on the Ice

John Walker x fem!reader

warning : fluff, kissing, mutual feelings, tiny comfort, no use of Y/n

Summary : Superheroes had time off too, and everyone pursued their hobbies and interests. Bucky took care of his motorcycle, Ava did research, Alexei slept, Bob watched TV, Yelena tidied up, and John. Well, John always disappeared in the afternoon with a sports bag to do something, but when his colleague followed him, she was amazed to see what he was doing.

info : Ever since I learned from @neska223 that Wyatt was a hockey player, I couldn't get the idea out of my head. It just makes him even sexier, and that's how this came about. Enjoy reading ;)

masterlist

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When does a hero get a day off?

It had only been days since they had stopped another robbery and kidnapping when a few gangs consisting of remnants of former Hydra sympathizers had tried to rob and take the National Bank.

It had only taken a few minutes for the new Avengers, the Thunderbolts, to arrive and deal with the threat within minutes.

Everyone did their best, bullets flew and screams rang through the building but none of the hostages were killed and the heroes emerged victorious.

It seemed just too peaceful a day for the team, so they had themselves photographed by the press before heading back to the tower.

Because like any good team, they needed some publicity that wasn't riddled with tabloid headlines.

An almost normal week, in which apparently the evil and the gangs also gave way, because when Saturday afternoon came, not a single alarm was reported.

Not a report, not a radio call and not a phone call, even New York seemed to finally want some peace and quiet. "A positive surprise," Ava had muttered and retreated to her lab to continue optimizing her suit.

Alexei, on the other hand, had taken this as an agreement for a day off and promptly lay down next to Bob on the couch and was about to sleep.

“Well then, I'll tidy up today,” Yelan said and disappeared into her room with a bowl of snacks and a bin bag, which she had been meaning to tidy up for days but couldn't find the time.

Bucky, whose gaze had been on the screen for the longest time, also got up with a sigh to go to the elevator, "I'm in the garage, be ready anyway," he gave the quiet order and went down with the pling of the elevator to tinker and work on his motorcycle.

That left John and her.

Her gaze, which had previously been on the small plate of fruit she had made and held out to Bob from time to time as he nibbled on it, switched her attention to the blond.

Walker had watched it all silently before disappearing into his room as if to make sure that no threat had emerged.

As often as she had been involved with John and the many long evenings when they could just talk.

She was happy to feel his hand on hers and to hear his sincere “thank you” when she praised him for his work. There were evenings when the shield and soldier became a human being, a human being to whom she owed just as much.

It took a few minutes, which she used to taste Boby's milkshake and ask him about the brand, since the dark-haired man said it was the best there was.

“You're not lying, it's really good,” she said and was just about to take another sip of the vanilla flavor when the door to John's room opened again and the blond had the dark sports bag by his side again.

He seemed to avoid her gaze and walked quickly to the elevator, a behavior he'd had for the past weeks and months.

Whenever they had an afternoon off, John was the only one who disappeared from the tower. “Where are you going John?” her question made him pause and he half-turned to face the three of them.

She saw in his gaze that he was considering whether to finally say the truth or keep walking away and pretend he was never going to do anything.

"Just gone for a bit, I'll be right back, don't worry," he said back, giving her a brief smile before disappearing into the silver elevator with a pling and a whir.

Hastily grabbing another pretzel, she got up from the couch and ignored Bob's questioning look wanting to know what was going on, “I'll find out what he's doing!” she called back as she hurried to the stairs and pulled on her jacket.

Still hearing the good luck from Bobby she hurried down the stairs after the elevator hoping that John hadn't left yet, luckily for the agent this wasn't the case and she saw the blond disappear through the elevator exit.

Hurrying after him, she tried to follow him as if on a covert surveillance mission, disappearing again and again into the crowd.

Like hundreds of times before, she stayed hidden, shadowed and gathered information, only this time she didn't need her weapon...she only needed her heart, but neither of them could have guessed that.

She followed him for about 10 minutes, recognizing the streets and paths, but every time she thought he stopped, he just looked into a few shop windows before he started moving again.

What surprised her in the end was when he went down to the subway, the younger girl hurried to follow John so as not to get lost in the network and attract attention.

To her surprise, he took the train that went slightly outside the city center and into the other neighborhoods What does he want? And why the gym bag, the tower has a gym, she thought to herself as she tried to think of what he was carrying in the dark bag.

Maybe he had his suit with him, but the question was what for.

Maybe he wanted to see his son, although he rarely spoke of his ex-wife and rarely of his son, so that seemed unlikely too.

So what was it then?

A secret publicity stunt for his image or did he have a secret date?

Waiting patiently and keeping an eye on him until the train came to a stop and he got off, she followed him further, up the stairs until they came to the surface again and finally saw where he was going.

The ice hockey arena.

It made sense that he wanted to get out of the main building to get to this place, but even though she came a step closer, she still didn't know why he wanted to go there now.

It wasn't to go ice skating, was it?

Pursuing John further, she slipped through the open door and made her way to the spectator stands after making sure he was in the dressing room.

She had only been here a few times herself, with her colleagues once on New Year's Day and on a mission to tail a mob boss who was in the crowd while his business was going on just two streets away.

Her mind wandered and even if after all that had happened she felt that she was glad to be here, that she was glad to have her friends and that her heart told her that she had followed John out of more than curiosity.

How could she not?

He was kind and friendly towards her, the moments they spent together were always full of hope in her and they had seachothers back on every mission.

Whether he was protecting her with his shield or she was shooting an enemy who tried to attack him, they looked out for each other and maybe more had been developed in all that time.

At least she hoped so, a hope that was replaced by attention as she watched the large skating rink and saw what appeared to be a player come out and take to the ice.

She couldn't immediately recognize him through the head protection and mask, so she ventured further through the rows.

But with each step she saw how controlled the player was, gliding across the ice with precision, holding the stick firmly and precisely and hitting the goal every time with the puck that banged into the net.

With every flick of the stick he seemed to hit harder and harder, she could see how much power was behind it, how he was totally dedicated to the sport.

Until the moment she arrived at the protective glass door and it opened with a clearly audible squeak.

She was caught.

She paused as she saw the player turn towards her and within a few movements she was about to tell a lie when she heard a muffled “What are you doing here?” and the helmet lifted.

A confused John appeared, looking at her in surprise, “Did you follow me?” he asked, looking down at her slightly as the skates made him even taller.

Of course a lie was inappropriate now, what could she say?

She couldn't help but give in, she had followed him all the way from the tower after all, giving a sigh of surrender she replied honestly, "Yes I followed you, no it's not a mission...I wanted to find out what you always do you never gave an answer" she admitted and hoped he wouldn't be angry or upset.

She knew that sometimes John needed his space, that things could get too much even for a hero, but when she heard first an exhale and then a smirk, she received a different reaction.

John laughed heartily and took off his helmet as he leaned against the door, “I always go here to clear my head. I had a few games here in high school...tell me, do you want to play?” he asked after his laughter had faded, the amusement still clearly audible in his voice as he grinned at her mission.

It was a question that made her pause, looking down at herself, she wasn't even wearing the right clothes for such a cowshed, let alone had skates with her.

“I can skate, I just don't seem to be in the right uniform,” she said, waving her hand and pointing to his uniform, which not only kept him warm but was also necessary to do the sport.

She was full of herself, if she had known what he was doing she would have asked earlier, she could have come here with him more often.

But then what?

It was her hopes, her wishes that would never come true.

John took a step back onto the ice and held his hand out to her, “I'll just pull you along a little, the ice will do the rest or are you going to freeze here?” he winked and after a brief pause she reached for his rough but warm hand and he helped her onto the ice.

With her other arm looking for balance she stood firmly but as John took the first step she felt her shoes just slip, "I don't think this is working" she whispered and looked down as she was already losing her balance and felt two hands on her hips holding her up.

He was strong.

Of course he was before the serum, but now, John seemed to be holding her like she was nothing, like she didn't weigh anything, and the smile on his lips told her he was thinking the same thing.

The warmth on her cheeks couldn't melt the ice but his question, “Do you trust me?” was answered within a heartbeat with an “Always John” and a surprised sound escaped her as he lifted her up in one movement and held her in his arms.

He held her close to him, she could feel his warmth, the muscles under his uniform slightly tense from her holding and his rapid heartbeat similar to hers as she dared to look up at him, “Thank you John I-” but her thanks were ever interrupted with a kiss.

A surprising kiss, not intimate almost gentle as if he didn't even know where it came from.

She could feel him about to pull away apologetically as their eyes met, as uncertainty met hope and she wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him again.

John's almost victorious grin told her that he was more than satisfied and pleased too as he just grinned and murmured, "Hold on to me" and began to move across the ice as she complied with his command and held onto the soldier who was as infused with love as she was.

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@bribrisposts , @brisselfshipping , @marleywrites , @redlightgreenlight01 , @celebrimborcoulddestroyme , @crimsonkingart , @marvelnerd18 , @tallulinha

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

The couple of comments about bad therapists reminds me of my own story of a therapist who decided I was addicted to technology. I was having endless terrors and struggled entirely to leave my house for both mental and physical reasons so my life was almost entirely online either on discord/skype, occasionally making digital art, or I would make minecraft videos so I could feel like I still accomplished something even when I could not do anything and so I could remember what I had been doing. I think the guy felt I should have been reading books or something because he always asked about that and why I didn't and seemed to not understand how the constantly movement in my vision and the phasing spots made reading physical books extremely difficult. I do not know why he harped on so much about physical books. We went to a facility my family was looking to see if would work for me. During this period in particular I had a lot of trouble at the time being able to consistently speak, and when anxious, that would become so much worse (on top of already being hard of hearing). I had learned to sign to communicate (though its use was rather limited). The lady at the facility asked if I had any questions and being unable to speak in that moment I signed to them, since they knew I had hearing difficulties and said they could accommodate them. But they did not understand sign, and my parents never actually put in the effort to learn either so I pulled out my phone and wrote down my question and handed it to my father for him to speak for me and he did (which then of course the lady speaks back to him and not me thank you) and we went back and forth like this for a bit.

After we left the lady reported to my doctor that I had been on my phone the whole time and refused to speak to them. My doctor concluded that I was addicted to technology and so it needed to be taken away. I tried to explain to him multiple times what had actually happened and why I used the computer so much in my day to day, but he did not believe me and called me a liar. Anyway after that my access to my support and social system was entirely stripped before my father put a stop to it, but by that point I had gotten so much worse and now I fear even more that the humans will suddenly randomly rip away any friends or support system if they decide it is no longer allowed.

It is just really striking how many therapists seem certain to view you and your existence through their own lens of how you should be and how you should live and that we are unable entirely to even know what our -real- problems are.

This is such a common issue with a lot of the "addiction" frameworks honestly. Like is that disabled person struggling because they're too much on their phone or are they so much on their phone because that's the only entertainment and community that's actually accessible to them? Because the difference matters so much and removing the phone will only make scenario two even more distressing without offering any real solution. I'm so sorry you were put through this! It is straight out abusive.

[violent-little-thing]

Safe Place

Word count: 874

Summary: My contribution to Bodhi Week, day 6 (soft)! Bodhi meets his niece Iris and promises her he’ll be her safe place. Background Imrrick, Riorgail, and Slain!

Thank you, @violencelittlething for letting me borrow the Tyrrish custom of only women being allowed in the birthing room. If you haven’t read her amazing fic The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine, you need to.

@empyreanevents

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On the day that Iris Riorson was born, her uncle Bodhi waited impatiently to hold her. Imogen and Sloane had been by Violet’s side as she labored, getting the earliest looks at their niece. Xaden paced outside the birthing room for hours, adhering to Tyrrish tradition of the birthing room being a space for women only. When Sloane came to announce that the baby girl had arrived and was healthy, Garrick whooped and jumped in the air, shaking the whole fortress on his landing. Xaden visibly relaxed as he hugged Sloane before making his way to his wife and daughter. Ridoc hugged Sawyer and Rhiannon so tightly it looked painful, glee in his eyes. Dain pulled Sloane onto his lap and kissed her like they were the ones who had just had a baby. Brennan pulled Imogen aside, asking questions Bodhi assumed were meant to gauge Violet’s need for mending. As for Bodhi, he exchanged smiles with everyone and then began pacing, retracing his cousin’s footsteps.

“You okay, Bodhi?” Imogen asked.

“Never better. Just wanting my baby snuggles.”

“Baby snuggles are the best,” Sloane said, still sitting on Dain’s lap. “I’d have a hundred kids just for the baby snuggles.” Dain leaned down to whisper something in his wife’s ear. Sloane’s reply was hushed but Bodhi could have sworn he heard her say “not now, we’ll lose our place in line.”

An hour or so later, Xaden’s voice came from the doorway. “Bodhi. Come meet your niece.”

Bodhi didn’t have to be told twice. He entered the room, seeing a dark haired little girl wrapped in a traditional Tyrrish receiving blanket lying on Violet’s chest. “Congratulations, Vi. How are you feeling?” he asked, bending down to kiss her forehead.

“I’m okay. It was hard on my body, but Imogen and Sloane were great supports.” Violet shifted the bundle in her arms, turning to face Bodhi. “Bodhi, this is Iris. Iris, meet your uncle Bodhi.”

Bodhi carefully lifted Iris from Violet’s arms, noticing how tiny she was. She couldn’t have weighed more than 6 pounds. Her eyes were closed, allowing Bodhi to see her long, dark eyelashes. He cradled her in his arms, breathing in her intoxicating newborn scent. Calm immediately washed over his body as he soaked in the baby snuggles.

“Hey, sweet girl. I’m Uncle Bodhi. Welcome to Riorson House. Your dad and I grew up here and it’s so cool that you’re going to grow up here now. I live here too, along with your Uncle Garrick, Aunt Imogen, Aunt Sloane, and Uncle Dain. You have a bunch of other aunts and uncles who live close to us, too. So many people love you already, sweetheart. We’ve waited a long time for you. You and I are going to have so much fun together. I have a green dragon, Cuir, who is the most awesome dragon you’ll ever see. I can’t wait til I can put you in some baby flight goggles and bring you along for a ride.” Bodhi swore he saw Iris’ perfect rosebud lips twitch with happiness. “I can teach you all about Tyrrish customs and traditions. That’s kind of my thing around here, princess. And we can plant flowers together in the garden with your mom. Let me tell you, you have amazing parents. They love you so much.” Xaden smiled, delighting in hearing his cousin’s words to his daughter.

Bodhi lowered his voice, wanting only Iris to hear his next words. “I know there’s a whole bunch of people wanting their turn to hold you, so I’ll just say one more thing. I’ll always be your safe place, my sweet girl. You can always come to me for anything. If you’re sad or scared or need a hug or just want someone to listen to you, I’ll be there no matter what and I’ll never judge. You’ll always be safe with me, physically and emotionally. I promise. I love you, Iris. I love you so much.” Blinking back joyful tears, Bodhi passed Iris back to Xaden.

When Dain and Sloane’s son was born years later, Bodhi snuggled his nephew close and spoke the same words to him. He did the same with Imogen and Garrick’s daughter and the rest of his many nieces and nephews as they came into the world, each of them knowing from day one that Bodhi would always have their backs. And he made good on his promise to be a safe place. He tended to skinned knees and broken hearts, soothed tears and hurt feelings, and was the go-to confidant for anything that they thought would get them in trouble with their parents. He was known for giving the best cuddles. On stormy nights when the kids were little, they would file in one by one to Bodhi’s room, knowing he’d never turn them away or tell them to just go back to sleep. The next morning, their parents would find them piled up on Bodhi’s bed, sound asleep and content in their safe place with their uncle.

Bodhi had spent so much of his life wondering what his true purpose was, who he was other than Xaden’s cousin. As he held Iris, he knew. This was what he was made for.

[cinnamon7girl7]

"THROUGH THE SILENCE, I WILL RETURN TO YOU – PART 2."

♡ — Summary: I thought I had it all — Satoru’s love, Megumi’s warmth, and Suguru’s trust. But even the strongest love can break when truth hides behind silence. One betrayal changes everything; pain drives them apart, yet memories and a love still alive won’t let them go. Now, Satoru fights for a second chance, and she must decide if, after all the hurt, love is still worth it. ♡ — Author's note: This is the second chapter of this story, and I recommend reading the first part first so it makes more sense. I know it's a little short, but the next part is the fight between you and Satoru. I’m really happy you enjoyed the first chapter, so here’s the next one. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: “What You Didn’t Tell Me”

The night breeze slipped in through the half-open window, and although the city seemed to sleep, something inside you couldn’t find rest. You had been smiling, as always, holding onto the routines that made you happy… but that night, you couldn’t ignore what you'd been feeling for weeks now: a soft, invisible, but constant chill growing right between you and Satoru.

The days went on, but his eyes no longer held the same steadiness as before. His answers grew shorter. The jokes you used to share before bed were no longer daily. Sometimes he left without telling you exactly where he was going… and returned late, kissing your forehead with a soft, distracted excuse, one that felt almost rehearsed.

—“I’m fine, it was just work,” he would say.

But you knew him. You knew him the way you know someone who lives in your soul.

And you knew he wasn’t fine.

One ordinary afternoon, you had made mochi for him like in the old days. He loved that gesture. He always said that taste reminded him he had a home.

—“Remember the first time I made this and almost set the kitchen on fire?” —you joked, offering him a piece.

Satoru smiled. But it was a dim, almost uncomfortable smile.

—“Yeah… how could I forget,” —he replied, his eyes falling to the floor.

Then he hugged you quickly, almost as an automatic gesture, and murmured something barely audible:

—“Thanks for still being here.”

You froze for a few seconds. Why would he say that? Why with that tone?

With Suguru, you had always shared a quiet trust, a bond that needed no words. But lately, even he seemed different. Quieter, more distant.

One morning, while you were making breakfast, you sat beside him with a smile.

—“Do you know what’s going on with Satoru?” —you asked casually, pretending it didn’t hurt.

Suguru went silent for a moment. He looked at you, then turned his gaze to the window.

—“It’s nothing serious… he’s just tired. You know how the job is.”

But he didn’t meet your eyes.

And in his pause, in his voice, you knew he was hiding something.

Megumi noticed it too. Even though he didn’t say much, his actions spoke for him. He sat with you longer than usual. Sometimes he hugged you without a word. Other times, he stared at Satoru with an expression that seemed to carry too many questions.

Until one day, while you were folding laundry and he played with his stuffed fox, he suddenly said:

—“Mom… do you think Dad always tells you the truth?”

You turned immediately, surprised. He avoided your eyes.

—“Why are you asking that, Gumi?”

—“I don’t know… Sometimes I feel like he hides things. Like he doesn’t want you to know.”

And in that moment, your chest tightened. Something inside you clicked. As if the pieces were starting to fall into place.

That night, you went downstairs for some water. The house was silent, but as you passed near the study, you heard their voices. They were whispering. It was Satoru and Suguru. The door was slightly open.

—“…sooner or later she’s going to find out, Satoru. You can’t keep this from her anymore.”

—“I know, but I don’t want to lose her. Not yet.”

��“You will if you keep lying to her.”

You froze.

They never knew you heard them.

But from that moment on… nothing would ever be the same again.

[cultkinkcoven]

Let's say, if a person is really interested in researching Lucifer, what would be a perfect way to start? What topics to research, in which Gods to look into?

Also, let's say I am the person. I got really interested in Lucifer and His domains, but I don't feel connection with Him himself. I am really into understanding Him, though, in all His faces, angelic, infernal, greek, roman and any other possible way (also, because He is often connected to queer people and coming from conservative country and coming as queer person from there, I look for something to unlearn shame and being more comfortable with myself and others, I was hoping to find it in Him and/or Dionysos-Bacchus). I always got the feeling that to understand Him fully you need to had some kind of connection to Christianity, because I noticed that most of people turn to Him as for better option rather than christian God. I never had experience with Christianity, so I never felt any need to reject it to find something better. Thank you for your answer, you are great person and it feels awesome to read your blog.

Also, art? Holy shit that ones of the most beautiful things I saw. Keep it up. Your colours are pretty and pleasant to look at, anatomy is great and, as far as I can tell, you draw on phone/sensory tablet, not computer/laptop, and amount work you put in this is fascinating. You are great.

English is my second language, forgive any mistakes that were here.

I could literally yap about this all day but I'm going to try to stay pretty locked in and concise with this.

For the sake of simplicity and your own headache, I encourage you to think of Luciferian archetypes as masks that a deity may or may not be using based on context. I say this because 1. there are many different Lucifer, whether or not they are literally the exact same "guy" is unknowable, and you will give yourself a headache trying to concretely answer that question either way; and 2. because Lucifer approaches everyone differently. The Lucifer you interact with will depend highly on your beliefs, disciplines, and desires.

There are multiple ways wee can go about this, there is no perfect way. I would first employ you to ask yourself if:

You are looking to interact with a Lucifer that is aligned with Satan

You are looking to interact with a Lucifer that is pre or post biblical

The aspect of the Lucifer you're looking to interact with- Infernal, angelic, primordial, Venusian, phosphoric etc.

I'll break these down in order.

Is your Lucifer Satan? If yes, you're probably a theistic satanist and I would imagine that your Lucifer is largely based on the Christian archetype of Lucifer. Is this incorrect? Absolutely not, Lucifer most certainly does have a real archetype as the fallen angel described in Christianity. If you approach him with this understanding, you likely will get a response.

You will likely hear that Lucifer isn't actually the Christian devil, that his inclusion in the bible is a translational error. That is technically speaking, correct. The original intention of the biblical text was not in reference to an angel but rather the Babylonian king. HOWEVER,

Lucifer's mythos as a fallen angel, a ruler of hell, an adversary, as it had later gone on to largely influence Christianity is still very much valid in my opinion, and I very much believe that that Lucifer is alive.

If this is the Lucifer you're interested in, I'd recommend researching Lucifer Ha Satan, Lucifer the Dark Initiator, Lucifer the Adversary, Ruler of Thaumiel (if you're into the qliphoth), The anti-God, the Liberator (particularly from religious shackles.) This is in the realm of traditional satanism and inversion of religious authority and rituals. You'll see a lot of these rituals written backwards, end with "Nema" instead of "Amen". I myself am not a Satanist nor do I really worship Lucifer as the devil so I don't have that many book recs, but the works of Michael Ford explores the syncretism of Luciferian and Satanic ideology. I would also highly recommend "Lucifer A Devotional" by Kindra Ravenmoon, one of my favorite books I've ever bought even as a Luciferian. For mythos I highly highly highly cannot highly enough recommend reading "Paradise Lost" by John Milton.

If your Lucifer is not Satan, then move on to the next question, is your Lucifer pre or post biblical?

I would not say that one necessarily has to have any connection to Christianity to engage with Lucifer and Luciferianism. Lucifer’s inclusion in the Bible does not mean that the Bible is the first place we’ve ever seen the Lucifer archetype, you probably already know this.

Our most ancient understanding of a Lucifer archetype and energy is based on the Sumerian Inanna and Akkadian Ishtar. Inanna is the very first place we see a myth about the morning star rising to heaven and then falling to the underworld. Inanna was specifically a deity associated with transformation, resurrection, war, and rebellion hundreds of years before the bible or Abrahamic religion was conceived of. 

Attar (ʿAthtar) – The Canaanite and Arabian Morning Star God Canaanite and South Arabian deity associated with the morning star. He was a warrior god of storms and fertility, often linked to both Baal (Hadad) and Ishtar/Inanna, and is considered an early influence on later depictions of the fallen Morning Star, Lucifer in Judeo-Christian tradition. Attar was the male counterpart of Astarte (Ishtar), the goddess of love, war, and Venus. He was often depicted as a failed usurper of the high god’s throne, much like the later Christian legend of Lucifer’s fall.

One of the most significant myths about Attar describes him attempting to take the throne of Baal after Baal’s death. Attar tries to rule from Mount Zaphon, the cosmic mountain of the gods. However, he is too weak to hold the throne. He is forced to descend and instead rules over the underworld and lower realms. This mirrors the later Biblical story of Lucifer, who:

Tries to exalt himself above God (Isaiah 14:12-15). Is cast down from heaven when he fails. The Isaiah 14 passage ("How you have fallen from heaven, O Day Star, son of the Dawn!") likely draws on the older Attar myth and blends it with Canaanite theology to critique the king of Babylon. Interpretations argue on whether Attar chose to leave, or was too inadequate to lead. Attar’s story predates and likely influenced later depictions of Lucifer:

Both are Morning Star figures who attempt to ascend but are cast down. Both are associated with kingship, rebellion, and failure. Both end up ruling lower realms instead of heaven.

Attar, as a Venusian deity, fits into the larger Near Eastern tradition of the Morning Star as an unstable, liminal figure—sometimes divine, sometimes fallen, always in flux. This ambiguity and transformation later shaped the mythos of Lucifer, who inherited Attar’s Venusian identity, failed kingship, and descent. One very important aspect of Attar and Ishtar’s descent is the concept of survival after exile. Both have a catastrophic fall from grace only to emerge stronger than before- a spiritual resurrection. To learn more about this aspect of Lucifer you're going to want to explore Canaanite mythology.

In Greek mythology, Phosphorus (or Eosphoros, "Dawn-Bringer") was the personification of the Morning Star (Venus). His counterpart, Hesperus (Ἕσπερος, "Evening Star"), represented the same celestial body when it appeared at dusk. The cult of Phosphorus was small and fringe, both Eosphoros and Hesperus are very seldom mentioned in any surviving Greek texts.

Hesperus (Ἕσπερος) however is said to be the father of the Hesperides. The Hesperides, the daughters of Hesperus were nymphs who tended the golden apples of immortality in a garden at the western edge of the world- the direct opposite direction of Lucifer’s East. The golden apples guarded by the Hesperides mirror the Tree of Knowledge, with both representing divine wisdom that is forbidden yet desirable. The fruit was a gift from Gaia to Hera. The Hesperides were also guarded themselves by a 100 headed a serpent-like dragon named Ladon, who coiled around the tree, preventing mortals from stealing its golden fruit. In Christian mythology, the Garden of Eden also features a serpent entwined in a tree, tempting humanity with knowledge and self-awareness.

Phosphorus is highly syncretized with the Roman Lucifer, of course, and is distinctly different from a Satan archetype as the god of light bringing and enlightenment in a more literal way. Not demon nor angel, but a God himself, of transformation and resurrection. A sprit of the element of Air. The Gnostics interpret this idea in an interesting way, I highly recommend researching Gnostic Luciferianism for a blend between Christian ideas and older pagan concepts.

Prometheus is also a deeply Luciferian figure in Greek mythology.

To learn about the cult of Phosphorus and Luciferianism as it pertains to him in this aspect, I'd recommend reading "Lucifer Princeps" by Peter Grey, "The Order of Phosphorus" by Michael W. Ford, and the many works of the Temple of the Ascending Flame, and "Awakening Lucifer" by Asenath Mason & Bill Duvendack,

3. Aspect

I think this is the most important thing to consider. The aspect of Lucifer you invoke at any given time may change. You may wish to invoke a pre fall Helel/ Lucifer to bring pure heavenly light, in which case you would be referencing his angelic aspect, using his angelic enn: "Agios Es Lucifer Divum Et Vorsipelle"

If we want Lucifer the red dragon, the draconian fire, the phoenix, the serpent, the tempter, we may use his infernal enn: "Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer

A more primordial or venusian Lucifer may blend into more Aphrodisian methods and manifestations.

Tldr. I recommend just pinpointing which face you're interested in and moving outwards from there. The ones that work work and the ones that don't don't.

Also THANK YOU SM aw omg I'm so happy you guys like my art :))

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Hey sam! What was your favorite game changer episode?

Hello!! Thank you for asking, that is a good question❗️there are soooo many episodes and I love ❤️ most of them so much it is very hard to choose🤔but I would have to say it is the episode Sam says😁!!!! It is sam says instead of simon says because I am sam and I says. You can watch this episode of gamechanger at dropout.tv, an online streaming service.

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Hi there, I was wondering if you could maybe help clarify something that’s been on my mind for a while.

As you probably know, in SDR2, there is a scene in Chapter 2 where the cast goes to check out the ruins on the second island. At one point during this scene, Hajime calls attention to the symbol on the door (the word “mirai”), and then this happens:

This line has always thrown me off, and I can’t help but wonder what the original line was.

Whenever I engage in something that I know is dubbed or had to be translated, I usually assume that the characters are speaking the original language in-universe. In the case of Danganronpa, even though I am engaging in this game in English, I imagine the characters are speaking Japanese in-universe. (I wonder, do other people do that?)

This theory (???) of mine was reinforced not long before this scene, because in the library, Sonia and Hajime look at the Jabberwock Island guidebook, which is clearly written in English, and Hajime comments that he doesn’t know what language it is, and Sonia has to read it for him (which basically confirms that Hajime doesn’t know English, and to me confirmed that they’re all speaking Japanese in universe)(OR SO I THOUGHT)

This line throws me off because it’s implying the characters are not communicating with each other in Japanese in-universe, because they have to clarify that the symbol is Japanese. My guess is that in the original line, they’re clarifying which script it’s written in, since I know the Japanese language has multiple alphabets.

There’s a similar moment in trial 2, where the group realizes that Peko can’t be Sparkling Justice because their nationalities are different, and after realizing this, Hajime says “If [Sonia] had to translate it… That means it wasn’t written in English, right?” Which again, implies that they aren’t speaking Japanese in-universe (and Hajime knows English. Le gasp!).

I just found that weird. But I can see why that choice was made in the trial.

Anyway, I’ve rambled long enough. My main question is do you know what Nekomaru’s line at the ruins was originally?

Either way, thank you for your time!

Hello! Thank you for your question!

Danganronpa is very much guilty of this "half-way" localization. They don't go full Ace Attorney and change the setting, making the characters reference to speaking English a weak attempt at localizing the dialogue for English players - as since they are still committed to the characters and setting still being Japanese, these talks of speaking English now come off as incredibly odd.

Then - things that are English in the original don't get changed when the context for them is very different now.

For example, like you said - the Jabberwock pamphlet being English in the Japanese game - and Hinata therefore being unable to read it - makes sense. It staying English in the English translation that is trying to convince us that the characters are speaking English makes Hinata look illiterate.

Similarly, we run into this issue with Trial 1 of DR1, with 11037 being LEON. What is originally a somewhat tricky puzzle for Japanese players is now mind-numbingly easy. Danganronpa Abridged even made a joke about this back in the day.

Or, the infamous octagon line:

Which, again, makes Hinata appear to be dimwitted.

But in Japanese, again, this is a much harder question.

HINATA: If I'm not mistaken..."Octagon" means "Hakkakukei", right?

Komaeda literally says "Octagon" (Okutagon) in English. "Octagon", the English word, is not common at all in Japanese. The player in the Japanese version is not made to answer how many sides an octagon has - they are being asked to translate the word octagon.

Which is why Hinata says "Octagon", in English, means 8角形 - hakkakukei. The Japanese word for Octagon.

And then, there's the Watch The NEWS part in the Final Dead Room.

Not only are these translation choices a determent to the characters and the environment, but to the game play, too. It actively decreases the difficulty.

Of course, there's other casual instances of this weird "We're speaking English now" effect.

SAIONJI: 日向おにぃって日本語通じない人なの？ますますめんどくさーい！ SAIONJI: Do you not understand Japanese, Hinata-onii? That makes you even more annoying!

And in the first game, too:

ASAHINA: So, like, anyways...What Kanji is used for "Naegi"? NAEGI: It's the exact same as the word "Naegi" (Sapling).＊

*Most Japanese names are based off of existing Japanese words. For example, "Hajime" is the word for "start" or "beginning", and you'll hear it in everyday conversations such as "Start the race!" - think of it like the English names "Summer" or "Hunter". "Naegi" means "tree sapling", and his last name shares the exact same Kanji as this common word (it's also common for names to have the same pronunciation as common words but not the same Kanji. Think of it like "Katelyn" being spelled "Keightlyn", hence why Asahina asks how his name is spelled, and Naegi tells her it's spelled as you would assume it would be.)

This one I don't mind because I would have no clue how to put it into English either, but I'm just using it as an example.

So, yes, it's everywhere in the games, and to confusing effect.

Anyways, to answer your actual question...

HINATA: Also... What's up with the logo on this door?

NIDAI: Humm...It's very likely Kanji, somehow...

Nidai remarks it's Kanji explicitly, which is one of the Japanese alphabets. The だが at the end of his sentence signifies a level of confusion, and that makes the meaning of this sentence clear: The door is in Japanese, but how?

Keep in mind, just moments earlier, the player visits the Library. The pamphlet you read there - the English one on Jabberwock Island - tells us the setting is not in Japan. These islands should not have Japanese writing anywhere, and up to this point, they don't. Even "Hotel Mirai" is written in English.

But here, the doors are in Japanese, which for a non-Japanese Island, is very strange, which is why both Hinata and Nidai comment on it.

Again, it's what makes the characters speaking English out of place. Because, now, so what if it's in Japanese? Originally, this would tie back to how they're in a Simulation built by Japanese people, but now they're all English-speakers, so this just seems bizarre.

Really, as I said...the only way the cast speaking English could ever work is if they went full Ace Attorney and made them all American/British/whatever. Otherwise, now everything is just a confusing mess with this half-way stuff.

I hope this clear things up!

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Dying over your latest fic 🙂‍↕️🥵😮‍💨 obsessed with everything you write !!!!!!!

This ask ⬆️ + this ask ⬇️, refer to the same one-shot 😁

Hearing you guys talking so highly about something I had sooooo many doubts about honestly means so much ♥︎. Thank you for taking the time to let me know!! I’m so glad it landoed for you (that was so bad I’ll see myself out).

☆ the fic in question

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Saw that you're open for requests, I'm so hungry and feral for anaxa– lets say how he'd comfort you when you're down and burnt out from studying? Uni is killing me its been 5 months– sos 😭💔

Thanks for accepting this tho have a great day love

of course! although- he might be ooc, considering im not at his part of the trailblazer quest yet. (i got him at 40 pity after losing to blade LMAO. it was a win either way, also girlie im feral for this pirate of a man too so dw.) also can you guys PLEASEE keep requesting for this man?? i love him so much it hurts

wanna be yours♡

notes! anaxagoras x gn reader, no specified gender & established relationship

anxagoras comfort hc's!

i feel like anaxagoras wouldn't really be experienced in comforting another, considering that his job doesn't really require the knowledge to do so, but he also wouldn't be so oblivious as to not being able to tell when someone is burnt out, especially with you.

anaxagoras' love language is definitely sitting in comforting silence, either laying on the couch, or in bed, and that would also be the way he tries to comfort you!, while he may not be too touchy lovey dovey (as he says.), he will just this once.... or so he told himself. now your laying in between his legs, asleep and laying on his chest while he strokes your back with his other hand on your waist.

anaxagoras is not one to encourage you to stop studying but man, seeing that look on your face of constant tiredness and losing that spark you once had really got to him, you even stopped hugging on him randomly throughout the day! (or "following him like a lost puppy" in his words.. but you know the words have no bite to them) so he started wrapping his arms around you or your waist for a change hoping it would at least help you know he was there for you!!

if you need help with any of your studies anaxagoras would gladly help you out, especially because you get to ask him questions and he loves answering them! of course he wouldn't give you the answer but he would reward you with a small neck kiss every time you got one right in order to keep you motivated! he even offered you to sit on his lap, easier to correct you he said, but really he just wants you close to him, the closer the better right?

if you pull an all nighter studying without his knowledge, anaxagoras will NOT let you go your classes and insist you stay home resting. while he might not take the day off, once he comes home, he'll bring you your favorite snacks and he might even indulge in a boredgame with you and let you win, or watch your favorite movie! although he's seen it so many times because of you and can say the entire script word by word, he won't complain, not when your he's this comfortable cuddled up with you in the blanket! <3