#this is my *spirit molecule* now

[thecrazyalchemist]

A beautiful molecule with a beautiful name: Azidoazide Azide

Molecular formula: C2N14

(Blue - Nitrogen, Gray - Carbon)

It explodes if:

Touched

Moved

Dispersed in solution

Exposed to bright light

Or even if

Left undisturbed on a glass plate

Source:

[jibberjibbsart]

I love that I haven’t even finished Power Hour (the next part is coming! TLDR I adopted a cat and she’s taking up a lot of my time! She’s a cutie) but I already have an idea for a shorter comic.

Mabel sees the tension between Dean and Cas and she wants to play matchmaker and so she finds a flower that can be brewed into a tea and it will “reveal that which is hidden”. She thinks this means Dean and Cas will come clean about their feelings. She brews the tea and gives it to both of them, except Cas doesn’t drink it. “Too many molecules, but I appreciate the gesture.” Mabel isn’t sure what this means for the spell, but she hopes it works!

The next day Dean wakes up and pats Sam on the arm… and in his head he hears Sam’s voice “Jesus he stinks, hope he’s headed for the shower.” Dean is confused but he calls Sam a bitch and thinks nothing of it. Sam is also confused. Later Dean runs into Steven fixing up his car. Dean is happy to help and as he brushes against Steven’s shoulder he hears Steven’s voice this time “I’m so embarrassed, my dad lived in his van for how many years and I don’t know anything about cars. I can’t let Dean know that.” Dean flinches. Okay now it’s weird. He goes to Luz and Amity. He asks them if they can detect spells/curses/hexes. Neither of them are proficient in oracle magic but they can try. Amity grabs Dean’s hand and he hears “Maybe if he didn’t fight so many witches in the past he wouldn’t need to be worried about getting cursed.” She tells him she can’t detect anything.

Finally he’s back at his hotel and Cas is there reading a book. Cas asks him if everything is okay and Dean doesn’t reveal anything, just flops down onto the bed and sighs dramatically. Then Dean feels Cas’s reassuring hand on his back. Then he hears his voice “I hate seeing Dean like this, I wish there were a way to lift his spirits. He has a beautiful smile.” Dean’s eyes snap open and he looks at Cas wide eyed. Cas does his little head tilt and asks if everything’s okay. Dean just nods.

Yes this is based off of Cherry Magic, I just watched it and became obsessed with it

[racefortheironthrone]

The Unwanted Guest and Grand Lysis

As part of my ongoing obsession with a certain transcendental plural entity, I re-read "The Unwanted Guest" with an eye towards what was Palamedes thinking about Grand Lysis and the nature of spirit magic shortly before the transmutation.

While a lot of the discourse on TUG has focused on the permeability of the soul (for good reason), I found myself on this re-read focusing on a different bit of Sextus' Poirot reveal:

PALAMEDES It’s all so messy … so much messier than we ever imagined. I’ve been in Camilla’s body for months now, and I’ve started remembering things I never saw. This is the real truth of Lyctorhood, Ianthe—it’s not some bloodless swapping-out of batteries. It’s grafting; transplantation. When you absorbed Naberius Tern’s soul, you didn’t swallow a diamond. (emphasis mine)

When I initially wrote my essay about Grand Lysis and Paul, I had thought of the Sixth's version of the Eightfold Word as a megatheorem that was enacted in the very moment as we saw it in Nona. That's certainly how it appeared at the time, but this paragraph above strongly suggests that the process we see later with Paul on the Ninth was in a certain sense already underway throughout their time on New Rho.

This certainly explains why Palamedes was so confident in his psychic duel that he had out-thought Ianthe about something so core to her core area of expertise: the nature of the soul. Because contrary to Ianthe's arrogant presumption that only she had "eaten ice cream," Palamedes and Camilla had been experiencing transplantation-leading-to-lysis for months and had been thinking really hard about what it all meant about the soul and the nature of Lyctorhood.

Moreover, one of the things I absolutely love about TUG is the way it completely recontextualizes and makes us rethink one of my favorite passages from Nona:

They dashed toward the abandoned body of Ianthe Naberius—an abandoned body that was now propped up on its elbows, staring out with pale, distrustful eyes, an expression on its face of commingled hate and despair. “So there was another way, Sextus, after all,” the body murmured. The figure crouched down and extended their arm. “I know how hard it is for you to kick against the goad,” said the new person. “But there are more worlds than this. Come with us. We are the love that is perfected by death—but even death will be no more; death can also die. There’s still time, Ianthe. Time for you, and for Naberius Tern.” The abandoned body stared at what had once been Camilla’s hand, at what once had been Camilla’s face, then at the hand again. After which it said brightly— “I bet you say that to all the boys.”

As I said in my original essay, one of the things I originally thought was so funny about this sequence is the idea that Ianthe would ever have contemplated the idea of Grand Lysis with Babs. But now that we know what passed between Ianthe and Palamedes during their psychic duel, it explains exactly why Ianthe is consumed by "commingled hate and despair," because she's just had a core element of her worldview, her ambitions, and her sense of herself comprehensively debunked and sees the proof of it standing before her.

And it also throws in a different light Paul's offer to Ianthe, which is rendered far more sympathetic and compassionate than before. They’re not just trying to convert Ianthe to their way of thinking, they’re recognizing that lysis is actively happening to Ianthe regardless of her will. Unwantedly, the inviolability of Ianthe's personhood has been compromised because she never stopped to count the cost of ascension, and thus Ianthe Tridentarius no longer exists - she is Ianthe Naberius (not Tern) now. Better to fully embrace the comingling of "proteins and lipids and molecules" and become something new and whole, rather than poison yourself with resentment and denial for a myriad.

And thus the tragedy that Ianthe refuses Paul's good news.

[siren-sovereign]

Hehe I have a few questions, hopefully I'm not bothering you ^^

Do you believe hell is an actual place? I've seen some people argue that the demons are spirits, therefore have no bodies, so they don't reside in a specific place. There's no hell country, no intricate Geography or politics and stuff like that. Just little bubbles created by the demons. What's your opinion about that?

How do the spirits interact with eachother? What's the most interesting interaction you've experienced?

That's all for now ^^

~ 🐈‍⬛

Oooh yes these are such good questions!!!

1.) YES! I believe Hell is a place but it’s not a place like Germany or Jupiter where it’s a place that resides within a physical space. Hell is a place in the same way that your mind, your dreams, and your astral plane are places. Hell, and all other realms like it exist in the astral, a spirit world, separate but parallel to our own. There’s no physicality to them, at least to the degree that we’re familiar with physicality (atoms and molecules and all material etc.) Hell is an incredibly diverse realm, and all the spirits and entities that inhabit it have their own realms or “bubbles” as you called them. These realms are given form as they are shaped by those who occupy them. Think about when you do meditation/trance and you enter your own astral space. Everyone’s space is different, unique, and constructed by them. My astral space is a swampland, yours may look like a forest, a palace, a cave, etc. Those are all spaces in their own way. Now just imagine that on a larger scale, where there are several of these planes that are able to interact with one another and exist as a collective. That is Hell. There’s a lot more to it, but that’s the basics of what I’ve figured out so far.

2.) To give you the short answer, they interact with one another no different than we do. We as humans are physical beings that possess consciousness and that is how we interact with one another in the ways that we do. Spirits, although they lack physicality, they still possess consciousness. They ARE consciousness. Now, this isn’t true for ALL spirits and gods, but it applies to most. Not all spirits possess a will of their own, but all spirits have their natures— the ways they behave and the roles they play in the universe. I’m getting a little sidetracked, but this is something I plan to dive into further in my future posts. As for the most interesting interaction I’ve experienced, it’s a tie between two instances: how Satan and Asmodeus interact and how Lucifer and Asmodeus interact. While Hell is a domain ruled with freedom and individuality, it isn’t total anarchy. There’s actually a lot of bureaucracy and politics in Hell. That is the end of Hell that Lucifer primarily works with, while Satan rules over the harsher parts of Hell. What Satan has repeatedly told me is that Asmodeus has a history of taking him to court over various matters with the intention of getting something out of him. Satan is not a man of politics so one can imagine it rarely works in his favor, so a lot of the time I am interacting with the both of them, Satan is exhausted and irritated with Asmodeus. Funny enough, it’s a different outcome when it comes to Lucifer and Asmodeus, where instead Asmodeus is the one that is exhausted by Lucifer. I’ve had it happen on many occasions where I’m working with Asmodeus and he’s teaching me some skill and Lucifer cuts him off and takes over because he feels he would be a better teacher than him. So those two are almost always fighting with one another when they’re around me. When my gods have these disagreements and fight with one another, it’s never out of hatred for one another— it’s actually quite the opposite. They’re all spirits of Hell, and they’re all on the same side and work together on all things. It’s just that they’re so rooted in their own natures and that they’re such pragmatic beings that disagreements arise and they do everything to eventually come to agreement with one another. But in the meantime, they sling insults at one another, take each other to court, gossip, etc. It’s fun to see that side of them and kind of be a part of it.

Hope these answers were helpful! Thanks for the ask! 💜

Ave.

[fob4ever]

pete on the tuna for toast podcast 3.2.23

link

he tries to play golf once a week.

pete and the host talk about golf for a bit (they lost me here)

talks about the album title: "the parentheses being around the "for"- there is a little bit of "so much stardust"- i think about it in the way like- and it's like the dumbest thing, but everybody is stardust- everyone's these different molecules and carbon, former stars, and i think about that when i think about how different everybody on the planet is. we're all kind of the same still. and there's some relief in that."

pete: "love from the other side going number one after 17 years of our first appearance on the chart is like, the most fall out boy way to do it of all time. couldn't have done it way more than the way we did do it."

pete mostly writes lyrics on paper and on the notes app. sometimes if he's driving he'll have whoever's the passenger write it down for him. he doesn't do voice notes because he doesn't "think in those terms".

when they were writing smfsd, they had friends telling them that they should just release swgd 2.0, that it was the perfect time for it, but pete thought that was wrong and that it was "exactly not the time for it". he didn't want to do a retread, and he feels that when artists try to recapture the early magic it's just not possible. he thinks about when fob/mcr/patd first got big, green day felt like the position fob is in now, how GD had been a band for 20 years and they made a record that pete felt was adjacent to what they were doing & reminded people why green day was so big & why they loved them, and thats what they were channelling during the writing of lftos/smfsd- how it can be adjacent to all the stuff that's happening, but it shouldnt be a retread and it shouldnt be chasing what is happening right now

pete's been watching the last of us :)

"with srar and mania, we were just surviving! there was a pop culture landscape not super friendly to bands [...] and now this is a chance where everything's cyclical, and we have a chance to lean in to being the band we were in a futuristic way."

talks about the early days of fob and how their dreams were always "one size too big" and how pete always has that and it "drives patrick a little crazy" but they "fuel each other in that regard"

interviewer: "is it healthy to still have that state of mind [despite fob's achievements and success]?" pete: "hmmm... what would my therapist say..........." girl..

pete's been trying to enjoy the journey more: "[the band] has been hanging out way more than we [used to], we've been going out to dinner, exploring cities together and i think it helped this record."

patrick doesnt live in LA anymore!

"this is the first record in a while that we were in the same room together, we hashed things out, we passed notebooks back and forth. [...] we're a band where we get into it with each other but we're also siloed off from each other, this was the first time in a while where there was no silos"

"any feelings of doing a throwback is a little stomach-churning for me" so true pete

pete retells the panic origin story of ryan making fun of fob lol

talks about taking panic under their wing and how there were only a couple of bands that took fob under their wing when they first started like less than jake and punchline, and how he always liked the spirit of that.. talks about the communal spirit & culture surrounding hiphop music: "why couldnt we do that?"

"to me, [decaydance] was like seinfeld, like, you never knew who was going to show up at the apartment on seinfeld- they all lived in the same building... and i always thought 'why couldn't there be a record label like that?'" that tweet thats like. why gabe saporta da bus driver 😭

[joyfulexchristian]

Romans 8:5 For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit.

Demonizing our bodies does no good.

Flesh this and flesh that... it was exhausting to be alive in Christianity. Any one of my many molecules could turn on me. My body was my greatest enemy. And my only option was to condemn it as sinful flesh and lay it on the Christian god's altar as a living sacrifice. Born into condemnation, there was no escape except total transformation.

Demonizing it never did me any good. Connecting with my body and establishing trust was hard after so many years of self-annihilation. But now I rejoice that my body is no longer my enemy as an exchristian. It is not a temple or a sacrifice or any of the other things Christianity told me it was.

my linktree ♡

[xoxokys2hugs]

𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐃, 𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄? (𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒?) ✰

Masterlist

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈

TW: swearing, blood, cuts from glass

"Ok, what the—"

"Leo!" Kisaki snapped, cutting him off as a familiarly tall and annoying ass walked up to them from the safety of behind glass doors.

"Isn't that cute!" Dylan sneered at the flailing, hugging duo. "Now it's your turn, demigods."

His body dissolved into smoke, literally. As if his molecules were coming unglued. He had the same face, the same irritatingly brilliant white smile, but his whole form was suddenly composed of swirling black vapor, his eyes like lightning in a living storm cloud. Like the Cheshire cat.

Dylan's laugh sounded like a tornado tearing off a roof. "I'm glad I waited for your little blonde friend, demigods. I've known about you two for weeks. Could've killed you any time! But my mistress said a fourth was coming— someone special. She'll reward me greatly for your death!"

He banged on the door so hard the two holding on vibrated with it, but that was the extent of the damage. The bully-turned-lame-tornado screamed in frustration as he continued kicking at the titanium doors. "What the— stupid thing! Open! I am a venti!"

"Ok, let go? Get away from the maniac who thinks he's an evil Starbucks size?" Leo suggested as his hands twitched to back away from the door.

"Good plan," Kisaki agreed easily, but her hands remained stubbornly glued to the door, refusing to let go. She had a horrible feeling that the moment she did, the wind would rip her away at an unsavable speed. "How, though?"

She felt Leo open his mouth to respond more than she saw it, but any words were cut off by a particularly hard slam of Dylan — the stupid, fucking, homicidal cunt — against the glass. 

"Open!" he wailed.

"Hey guys." Jason greeted, panting and looking thoroughly confused. Even more so than Kisaki did, considering, oh, she didn't know—

"How are you alive?!" Kisaki demanded, looking at the standing Jason and shakily sitting Piper. "And how are you standing without flying away?! And where in all eight planets did you get a sword?!"

Jason let out a breathy laugh that sounded just a bit hysterical. "So, about flying—"

"Spirits, fear me!" Coach Hedge was back on the skywalk, flexing his short arms with a grin. "You there, boy!" he snapped at Dylan behind the glass. "Leaving yourself for me? I like a challenge!"

That's when Kisaki realised the winds had stopped and there was no point in holding onto the locked and thoroughly jammed doors.

They tried to find their bearings — Kisaki faster than Leo did — breathing hard. She froze as she saw trickling scarlet.

Leo's hands were bleeding from the shattered glass, and shaking so hard the Skywalk actually quivered. "Yo, Coach Super goat," he tried to joke, but his voice was weak. "Whatever you are— two of us just fell down the fucking Grand Canyon! Stop asking for challenges!"

"You have no idea how many enemies you've awakened. My mistress will destroy all demigods! This war you cannot win." Without the two counterweights on the doors, Dylan could open them freely. And with his presence, the storm exploded into a full-force gale. Cracks expanded in the skywalk. A hole opened in the clouds—a swirling vortex of black and silver.

"The mistress calls me back!" Dylan shouted with glee, swirling above their heads triumphantly. "And you, demigod, will come with me!"

He lunged at Jason, but Piper tackled the monster from behind with a shriek. Even though he was made of smoke, Piper somehow managed to connect, her fingernails clawing at his eyes. Both of them went sprawling.

Everyone surged forward to help, but the spirit screamed with rage. Wind whipped around him like a hamster ball of sky. Jason and Coach Hedge were wobbling to their feet a metre away. Everyone's weapons had skidded across the skywalk out of reach.

Kisaki was thrown across the Skywalk, glass shards sinking into her with every bounce of her body. Through a blurry gaze, she could see Leo curled up, dazed and groaning and splattered with blood that dripped from the wall he must have smashed into. There was glass all over his army jacket, mimicking what was happening in her skin. 

Dylan screamed in outrage, his teeth blinding, not that Kisaki could hear anything past the popping in her brain and the nausea in her stomach. It felt like a thousand blunt, thick needles were being stabbed into her, she could feel the glass rub against her bones.

The coach launched himself at the spirit—lashing out with his hooves. Dylan grappled the coach's arms instead, dragging him high out of reach. Hedge tried to head-butt him. They rose into the air, gaining speed. Kisaki stumbled to stand, hissing as her hands fumbled to grip the shrapnel covered railing and pulled her to where Leo crouched.

Leo dropped safely into Kisaki's arms once she reached him. They shook like leaves on a tree during autumn. Thunder rumbled. Lightning crackled in a million different places at once.

They tumbled away from the centre of the storm, holding each other tight.

A moment passed. The satyr and the storm spirit spiralled into the clouds and disappeared. Kisaki's ears were still ringing.

[lilis-doodle-dome]

AU’s that are for nobody (except me) sound off!

Halfa Tsukasa!

Young Tsukasa Tenma he was just 16

When his best friend built a very strange machine

Designed to make a show better than ever seen-

The partial death happened during wonder halloween, Rui discovered ectoplasm (although he didn’t know that’s what it was) and realized he could use it as a cheap, reusable fuel source for his creations. So his robo zombie had an ectoplasmic fuel core, which Tsukasa accidentally smashed (the robot and its core) during his fall, causing it to flow out all over. The ectoplasm reacted with the exposed electrical parts and fried Tsukasa who was in the middle of the mess, killing him. Partially. Since there was so much ectoplasm it uhh “rearranged his molecules” turning Tsukasa into a half ghost, half human instead of a full corpse!

A portal to the ghosts zone also opened right in that spot and it’s tied there until Tsukasa fully dies. So now any manner of ghost can pass (haha) through freely, and since Tsukasa opened the portal it’s, of course, his responsibility to put any ill intended ghosties back in their zone!

And Rui should probably also help out considering it’s also his fault this all happened. Emu and Nene are good friends who saw it all go down and are trying to convince the other half of the group they aren’t at fault and have nothing to take responsibility for, while also making sure they don’t get themselves killed, or fully killed.

I like to think ghosts from different places will reflect their culture’s idea of what would be expected for a ghost to look like. So a lot of the ghosts the group sees would be based around Japanese myths about spirits. Tsukasa looks like he does because he has to follow the halfa rule of just being themself but inverted colors, and doesn’t know how to manipulate ectoplasm well enough to change how he looks in ghost form.

Also considering making Tenpapa’s high paying, unknown job be something in the government that covers up the existence of ghosts. Normally by exterminating them, occasionally they will keep one alive for experimentation. And since there’s now a huge increase in ghost activity in Tokyo, centered seemingly in an area very close to where the Tenma’s live, well it seems like a no brainer to assign Tenpapa to that area. So now he’s suddenly home a lot more, talking about safety procedures dealing with ‘unknown threats’, all while hunting down his own son. Just to bring back the fun ‘my parents want me dead’ angst from DP!

This ended up longer than expected, oops.

[kylo-wrecked]

𝕊𝔼𝕏, 𝔾𝔼ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ, & 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊

Note from original creator of meme, and key this is for lgbtqia+ muses if your muse is cishet this isn’t the dash game for you it was created by a queer mun for queer muses. bold: always, italic: situational, strikethrough: never.

♡ GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender (man) / intersex / gender-nonconforming / transmasc / transfemme / transman / transwoman / nonbinary / gender-fluid / genderqueer / agender / demi-girl / demi-boy / bigender / pangender / omnigender / two-spirit

♡ SEXUALITY: queer / gay / lesbian / bisexual / pansexual / omnisexual / asexual / androsexual / demisexual / fluid / non-labelled / graysexual / gynesexual / homosexual / monosexual / polysexual

Each version of this muse is still figuring things out. Some try harder than others. Observe—

*summons a list with a snap like fucking mary poppins ✨*

Modern!Ben: horrified by his attraction to men/does not explore/interrogate this sense of attraction/horror.

Music!Ben: more certain in his sexuality but weirdly hard on cis women due to some unconscious, repressed attachment to mom.

Ex-Con!Ben: could be demi. sadly, doesn't identify with any label he hasn't already been given on legal papers.

Smuggler!Ben: not human/near-human discriminate~

Murder!Kylo: never thinks about it.

Ren: are you powerful? Do you have the ability to make him suffer the ending of one thousand galaxies? Can you pull his crushed soul through... oh, that's too bad. *swipes left*

♡ DATING PREFERENCES: monogamous / ethically nonmonogamous / monogamish / relationship anarchy / open relationships / polyamorous / doesn’t date / dates casually

Ren is Ren.

Ex-Con!Ben and Modern!Ben are strictly monogamous.

Music!Ben could be closeted poly, but he doesn't want to put the honest emotional effort into maintaining multiple authentic relationships, doesn't love one partner to know about another, doesn't like the idea of hierarchy, amatonormativity, etc. So, la-di-da.

♡ ATTACHMENT STYLE: secure / anxious-preoccupied / dismissive-avoidant / fearful-avoidant

♡ SEXUAL INCLINATIONS: sex favourable / sex adverse (particularly Ren/Ex-Con!Ben) / sex indifferent / hypersexual / sex-repulsed / bottom / top / versatile / vers bottom / vers top / service top / power bottom / stone top / pillow princess / submissive / dominant / switch / brat / baby girl/boy / soft dom / pleasure dom / caregiver

Ren: soft violence, the erotica of pulling molecules apart- you're not dead now; you're different. <333

♡ LOVE LANGUAGES: words of affirmation / quality time / acts of service / receiving gifts / physical touch / activity / appreciation / emotional / financial / intellectual / practical

Murder!Kylo: are you going to help me complete my Project or not? :/

♡ PHYSICAL ACTS OF INTIMACY: holding hands / kissing / cuddling / massages / bathing together / washing partner’s hair / skin on skin contact / forehead kisses / playing under the table (e.g. hand on thigh, footsy etc) / playing with partner’s hair / playful tickling / seeking them out in bed to hold / eye contact / reading to your partner / being read to / napping together / couch cuddles while doing separate activities (head in lap etc)

No shower/fresher sex with short people.

♡ KINKS & TURN ONS: dirty talk / quiet in bed / loud in bed / having hands pinned / pinning partners hands / having hair pulled / pulling partners hair / being watched / watching their partner / voyeurism / receiving oral sex / giving oral sex / receiving penetration / giving penetration / praise kink (he could not handle this) / biting / marking up your partner / being marked up / impact play / edge play / teasing / being teased / using toys on partner / having toys used on them / choking / being choked / being restrained (good luck) / restraining their partner / shibari / breeding kink / worshiping their partner / being worshiped / humiliating / being humiliated / degrading / being degraded /pegging / being pegged / frotting / face sitting / dom/sub dynamics / DDLG dynamics / aftercare / anal / bdsm / light bondage / outdoor sex / sensory deprivation / roleplay / rough sex / threesomes / wax play / sensory play (eg. pinwheels etc) / knife play / blood play / caging / cbt / sounding / collars / exhibitionism / rimming / fisting / pet play / dressing up for partner / partner dressing up for them / daddy kink / mommy kink / master/slave dynamics

Ren: inducting [partner] into the Knights of Ren. big turn on.

*Ex-Con!Ben's sexual experience is quite limited. Also, do not degrade him. He's not comfortable with blood play either.

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tagged by:// last sinday leveling a revolver at my brain

tagging:// *sets revolver on table* take it or leave it

[kingofthe-egirls]

FOX TALES: LUFFY/SANJI/OC (nsfw)

fox tales

(cw: kitsune, oc, luffy smut, sanji smut, sex, polyamory, blowjob, sweet romance, fluff, food mention)

***

“Did you damn animals even taste that?” A disgruntled voice comes from the fridge, and you look over to see Sanji straightening up with a raw Sea King steak in his hands. You cover your mouth with a tail tip.

“Sorry, Sanji,” you giggle, and reach out your arms for more. “Come kiss me?”

***

“There’s something about you…,” you say. Kitsunes have a sense about things, even as a mortal now. You’re still connected to the spiritual plane, can still open portals between worlds at will. That was something Luffy found endlessly fascinating about you, the way your eyes started glowing whenever you channelled or the opalescent shimmer at the borders of a portal, the in-between molecules that exist in all worlds. Diamonds at the edges of your vision.

“Are you spiritual?” You ask him, and he screws up his monkey face in thought.

“Hm…I’m not sure! What does that mean?”

You hum, tilting your own head in thought. You tap your finger against your chin. “It means…that you’re in tune. With the universe. Like, the voice of all things? Or maybe it’s more like haki, like the energy of things.”

Luffy nods, brows furrowed seriously.

“It’s like a mystery thing.”

You snort. “You can’t tell me you don’t get haki,” you swat at his head and he ducks gracefully. “Like that,” you point out.

“Eh,” he scratches the back of his head, “It’s almost like seeing the future? Like my observation haki.”

You nod, twisting your lips up to the side a bit. “Kinda?”

Luffy huffs, and plops down with his head in your lap. He places his straw hat flat on his belly so you can run your fingers through his hair. He hums quietly, eyes slipping closed like a satisfied cat.

“I could take you there, sometime,” you offer. “Back to the spirit plane.”

“Really??” His eyes fly open in glee, and he sits up like a spring. You barely have time to flinch out of the way.

“C’mon man,” you chide, and he giggles sheepishly. You roll your eyes. “But…yeah. It’d have to be while you’re asleep, though.”

“Why?”

“Dreaming’s an easier way to travel between worlds. It…lets things get squishy,” you scrunch your nose up trying to explain. It wasn’t easy to translate multidimensional experiences, apparently. You cock an ear irritably. “My head hurts.”

“Mine too,” he agrees, and you both stand up in unison.

“Food?” You say at the same time, and laugh. You hitch your hands around your waist, and he grins at you like the cutest thing. You leap forward, and kiss him.

He hums, a pleased sound, and winds his arms around your waist. You’re warm, like melting butter in the sun. You sigh.

He picks you up, easily, and you can only gasp in surprise when he slingshots you both across the prow toward the kitchen.

“Ah!” You yelp, clinging to his shoulders. “I’m never gonna get used to that,” you grumble, dusting off your shorts once you land. He only giggles in return.

“Sorry, Kitty,” he says, and pecks you on the cheek. “It’s faster though, right?” He marches on forward into the kitchen, and you follow close behind.

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff out a laugh, and dart around his shoulder to the basket of cookies sitting on the counter. You both devour the contents almost immediately.

“Did you damn animals even taste that?” A disgruntled voice comes from the fridge, and you look over to see Sanji straightening up with a raw Sea King steak in his hands. You cover your mouth with a tail tip.

“Sorry, Sanji,” you giggle, and reach out your arms for more. “Come kiss me?”

The blond cook spurts out a nosebleed that he quickly cleans up, and you can feel Luffy snicker beside you. You snicker, too.

“Of course, mon cherie,” Sanji says once he’s recovered. He closes the distance in between you with long, graceful strides. He takes your face in both hands, his slender fingers cool against your cheeks. He leans in to press a slow, sensual kiss against your lips. You moan, your tails and toes both curling in delight.

Luffy pokes at your cheek, “No fair, Kit,” he moans, “I wanna turn. Please?” He asks when you don’t move right away.

“Yes, sorry,” you break away with a gasp, and you’re turning over your shoulder to take Luffy’s chin on your hands. His grin is sincere but sheepish, and you brush your fingers against his skin. He’s warm, like biscuits.

“Your turn,” you breathe, and brush your lips against his. He sighs, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His chest is strong and sturdy against your back. Like leaning up against an oak tree.

Sanji moves down to kiss your neck, his fingers playing at the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” He mumbles playfully against your throat. You hum an agreement, and tighten your grip on Luffy’s face. He reaches down to help Sanji pull your shirt up over your breasts.

“No bra today? Naughty Kit,” Luffy teases in your ear. He leaves a sharp lick across the outer edge, and you shiver.

“Sorry,” you say, “Wasn’t feeling it.”

“I don’t mind, mademoiselle,” Sanji grins from where his lips are already at the swell of your breasts. His hands come to cup the weight of them, and he squeezes once. You bite your lip, stifling a slight buckle of your hips. Luffy grins into his kiss.

You deepen it, slipping your tongue past his pillow-soft lips and into the warm heat of his mouth. His tongue slides against yours, and you groan.

Sanji gives you a soft love-nip just between your collarbones.

“Shall we take this off, love?” He asks, plucking at your shirt. You nod, and separate yourself from Luffy long enough for your captain and cook to help pull it over your head.

“These too,” Luffy whispers, his finger tucked into your belt loop. You swallow, thickly, and try not to blush at the heat seeping between your legs.

Sanji unbuckles your denim shorts and slides them down your legs. “No panties either?” He cocks an eyebrow. “You are naughty, after all.”

Luffy snickers, hands massaging your tits with wide, warm palms. His fingers sink deep into your flesh, and he grins. “Told ya.”

“Shut up,” you murmur, turning your head to mouth along Luffy’s neck. Your fingers slide through Sanji’s satin hair. He kisses along your belly, and butterflies flick down your wrists as you see him kneel before you.

“May I?”

You’re nodding vigorously before he even asks the question. “Please,” you squirm, held firm in Luffy’s arms as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. His eyes focus intently on what Sanji was about to do.

The first touch, his teeth against your inner thigh, sends shivers down your spine as you gasp. Blue sparks have already started to dance before your eyes, and he hasn’t even started yet.

“Ohh, look!” Luffy stage-whispers, and Sanji glances up from where he’d been staring, mouth watering at your heat. “She’s glowing again!”

You start, unsure of what he means. “Am I?” You look over at him, and he nods. Sparkles shimmer opalescent in your captain’s eyes. Sparkles reflected from your own vulpine eyes, you presume, as you flick your tails in front of your face.

Sparkly dust shimmers around them, caught in between worlds. Like moon dust, you think, as you smile softly. Your ears were probably glowing, too. “I wonder why,” you muse.

Sanji hums between your legs, and gives your pussy a cursory lick. He hums when he sees your tails shimmer in response. “You seem to like that,” he observes, and licks a stripe up your pussy again. You moan, grabbing at his hair with claw-like hands. “Looks like your spirit-self is coming through.”

“Let her,” you breathe, and sink back against Luffy’s solid frame. He wraps his arms around your waist. He presses a kiss to the base of your neck, and you can feel his hard length poking into your back. You grind against him unintentionally, and he growls low in his throat.

“Touch me, Kit?” He mumbles against your ear, and you scramble backwards to get your hand inside of your boyfriend’s pants. He’s not wearing underwear, either.

There’s a moment of silence between the three of you, as you palm Luffy’s erection beneath his shorts, his hips rutting into your touch, and Sanji works at your clit. Sanji’s tongue is always soft, and you moan as you lean your head back. Stars are dancing behind your vision.

“Feels good,” Luffy whispers against your skin, his voice soaked in pleasure. You feel a rush of heat surge through you at the sound, enough to make you pause Sanji’s movements so you can spin around and hug your captain tightly. You’re twisted like a dishrag, one half sprawled out before your cook, and the other draped around your captain’s neck. Your thighs are still tight around Sanji’s head.

He pumps his tongue in and out of you, warm and wet and plump, and you moan into Luffy’s mouth. He’s back at your tits, fingers playing with your nipples. Sparks tingle beneath your skin, emerald like copper and flint. His touch felt so good.

“Please…,” you whisper, to no one in particular. Begging for something you didn’t know how to receive. Portals flash open behind your eyelids.

“Ohh—,” you stammer out, suddenly frisking in your chair. Luffy tightens his hold around you, tongue still buried down your throat. You writhe and moan into the touch, Sanji’s mouth tearing your sanity apart at the seams. Your legs spasm around his head, and he only redoubles his efforts at pleasing you. He slips two fingers inside your pussy, curling up toward your g-spot and rubbing soft circles against it. You curl forward, lurching in Luffy’s grip, and cum with your mouth held open in a silent “O.”

“That’s my girl,” Luffy coos, cheek squished against your neck, “Keep going, just like that…”

Sanji, for his part, moans with his mouth full. His fingers pump into you gently, riding out your orgasm as it rocks through you. Slowly, sweetly, he stills his movements once you stop twitching. Swirly moon dust flicks off your tails and dissipates in the now-sweaty air.

You breathe, desperately, and Luffy hums in your ear. “Good job,” he says, and you giggle deliriously.

“I feel drunk,” you admit, and both your men start laughing unashamedly. Sanji rests his forehead against your thigh, breathy laughs leaving his throat. His voice is angelic, to you. “Thank you,” you whisper, stroking along his blushing cheek. He looks up at you, pleased, and presses another kiss to your sensitive thigh.

“My pleasure, mon amour.”

“Mine too,” Luffy growls, never wanting to be left out. “Can we fuck you, now?”

He moans into your neck, biting softly against your skin. You nod, and let him lead you down to the polished kitchen floor. You’d lick crumbs off it, if he told you to.

You’ve half a mind to tell him that, but decide against giving him that big of an ego boost. Besides, he’d never actually tell you to do that. He was far too kind, even for his own good.

Unless, of course, you wanted him to.

You hum, quietly filing that away for later.

Luffy positions you on all fours, his hands hot and sure as they trace over your body. Delicate tingles of lust ripple across you in their wake. His fingers tug on your nipples, him leaning over you, while Sanji unbuckles his own belt in front of your face.

“Can I?” You ask, licking your bottom lip. Sanji nods, flushed down to his exposed collarbones as he tugs off his shirt. His pants are pooled around his knees, his belt undone and clinking against the floor.

Sanji’s cock is dusted in a light blush, a thick tip drooling precum inches from your lips. You give an experimental lick, and he shudders.

“Oh, yes, my darling,” he ruts into your face, forcing you to take more of him. You grunt, muffled by his cock, and Luffy leans over to smack Sanji’s arm.

“Be nice,” he orders. Sanji pulls out from where he was pressed against the inside of your cheek. The pressure softens, but you moan. Sheepish, you look over your shoulder at Luffy.

“It’s okay,” you say, peeking at your boyfriend through nine shivering tails. The blue dust floating off them throws a veil of twinkling firelights in between you and your captain. He shrugs.

“Fine by me,” he mutters, poking at your entrance with his cock. “Go ahead and fuck her, Sanji.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” And starts facefucking you.

You gasp, hot and sticky around his aching cock, and surrender your senses completely to these two men.

Sanji smells like gold, like cigarette smoke and clean clothes, like laundry day and the chocolate cookies he baked earlier. His slender hands grasp your throat.

Luffy has buried himself to the hilt in your core, and you wiggle your hips back onto him with a moan. He pushes your tails out of the way. “Wanna grab her,” he says, punctuating his words with shallow thrusts. A rubber hand fists into your hair, forcing your neck back so you have no choice but to take Sanji’s cock deeper.

“Mmph!” You moan around his shaft, slick and wet and sliding in and out of you with ease. Luffy starts to pick up the pace, and his second-in-command follows suit.

Fuck.

These two men were going to be the death of you.

***

After hours, minutes, eternities, you slowly come to. You’d been fucked out completely by their cocks, letting the boys use you. Your pussy clenches hard down around Luffy’s cock, and you let out a strangled cry as you cum for the nth time. Sanji has pulled out of your mouth, opting instead to jack off over your face.

“That’s a pretty girl,” he traces his thumb across your bottom lip, swollen and strawberry from his use. His other hand fists his cock inches from your face, the sticky tip knocking against your cheek every so often. He hooks a thumb into the corner of your mouth, stretching your lips wide open.

“Say please.”

“Ahh,” you loll your tongue out for him, “Please?”

“Good girl,” he grunts, face red as candy as he cums all over your face. It gets on your chin, your eyes, your nose, your hair. You grin in slutty delight.

“Luuuuffyyyy,” you croon, turning over your shoulder to your beloved captain.

Luffy is panting, head tipped back with his adam’s apple bobbing. His forearms are strong, veins bulging out as he rams your ass back against his hips over and over again. He looks down at you with dark eyes.

“Feeling good, fox-ears?” He cocks an eyebrow at you, punctuating the teasing nickname with a particularly hard thrust.

“Nng—Yes!—fuck—captain!” You manage out in between breaths. Your voice is pornographic, high pitched and whiny. You’re meeting his hips with every thrust. Another orgasm licks creeping fingers up your spine.

Your whole body shivers with it, and Luffy moans at how tight you are.

“Gonna—fuck,” he pants, “Gonna cum,” he ruts and ruts into you with amazing speed, his cock head brushing the best spots inside you. With another gasping moan, he cums deep in your pussy as it spasms around him. “Fuck, Kitty—you’re so warm—“

He spills himself completely into you.

Luffy bends over double, almost collapsing you to the ground.

“Watch out!” You complain, voice still a raspy moan, but Sanji catches your head before it hits the tile. His hand smooshes into the cum still left cooling across your face.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, playing with it in his fingers, “You look good like this.”

You blink blearily up at him, gaze softened in a haze of orgasmic aftershocks. Luffy’s still-hard cock twitches inside you.

“Good job, Kitty,” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Yes, please,” you purr, and let both men help you stand up. Your legs are wobbly, like a mermaid standing on her tail fins.

“Shishishi,” Luffy giggles, one arm around your waist, “We fucked you silly, didn’t we?” He nuzzles into your cheek.

“Mmhmm,” you give a pleased hum, nuzzling back into your captain’s soft hair. He smells so good.

“Thank you, boys,” you giggle, flicking your tails around them as they half-carry you to the counter. The soft, white fur caresses your two friends beside you. Sanji catches one and rubs it against his cheek.

“So soft,” he murmurs, and places a kiss against it. You blush, and pull him in for another kiss.

“You are,” you say, and blink doe-eyed up at him. He kisses your nose with a smack. Luffy pecks one to your neck.

“Mm, what about me?” He asks, poking your arm as they sit you up on the counter. Sanji absentmindedly hands you a glass of water. You sip, thoughtfully. Luffy leans against your legs. He spreads them, slightly, and washes you down with a warm cloth that Sanji handed to him. “Feel okay?” He asks quietly, and you pet his head in answer.

“Mm, I think you’re soft, too,” you decide, and peck a kiss on his dimpled cheek. Little sunstars speckle across his nose, so you kiss those, too.

“Strong too, right?” His eyes gleam at you, and you can tell he’s only half-teasing. Sanji is across the room, gathering your clothes. A tea kettle is already steaming, somehow, and three mugs are waiting with tea.

You lean in close to Luffy, his face mere inches from yours. “The strongest,” you croon. “I’m—,” you swallow, meet his gaze with your lower lip tucked between your teeth, “I’m crazy about you.”

He grins.

“Me too.”

***

[shalomniscient]

ARCHIVIST’S RECORDS: FAFNIR [HSR], 002

cw. [NSFT][MDNI], generally mild and suggestive at best but adding the cw just to be safe

this record involves @spirit-lanterns’s incredible casino AU and @e-hibiscus’s bunny oc misha! they’re both amazing creators 100% worth checking out!

“You know, I’ve heard about you,” Fafnir hums, trailing a hand down Misha’s thigh as the bunny perches on her lap. The dragoness's touch is warm, even through the expensive leather of her gloves.

“Yeah?” she responds breathily, placing her hands on the other woman’s waist to steady herself. Fafnir’s abdomen is firm under her hands, and she actively has to tamp down the urge to pop those buttons off right here and now to see what lay beneath.

“Yeah,” Fafnir croons, the hand on her thigh coming to rest at Misha’s hip. Her grip is firm, possessive, keeping her decidedly in place on her lap—and it sends an electric thrill shooting up Misha’s spine. “I heard that you’re an odd little bunny—that you like to watch your patrons lose instead of win.”

A giggle escapes her lips at the (entirely true) accusation. “Ah, well—you got me.”

“Hm,” the dragoness hums, and something shifts in her eyes. They go from glittery gold, the kind befitting jewelry, to molten pools swirling with dangerous, devouring heat. Fafnir leans forward, close enough to whisper right into one of Misha’s ears, sharp teeth grazing the pink fluff.

“So you think I’m going to lose, little rabbit?”

Her heart thunders in her chest, and she swallows. Her veins feel alight with excitement, and her arms wander up to loop around the dragoness’s neck. Fafnir is so close now, and Misha can feel the wisps of heat emanating through that dark, sinfully well-tailored and form-fitting suit of hers.

“Maybe your luck will run out this time,” she challenges, and it pulls a low, hissing laugh from Fafnir while the dragoness's hand cards through her pretty, pink hair.

“Bold little thing, aren’t you?” Fafnir muses, pulling back to casually lean in her chair again, as if she wasn’t betting millions on the Blackjack game before her. Those golden eyes were fixed on her and her only—it shouldn’t be as fucking thrilling as it is, but Misha’s blood sings nonetheless.

“Let’s make a bet, little rabbit,” Fafnir offers, her tail curling on the floor, scales shimmering like jewels in the low light. “If and when I win, I get to have you as my reward.”

“Wow, confident. And if you lose?”

The grip on her hip tightens by a fraction, before it relaxes again. Misha has spent long enough in a casino to recognize a tell when she sees one. It seems the dragoness does not take the concept of losing easily. “If I lose, I’ll give you anything you desire that is within my reach.”

“Anything?” she asks, a devious little smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “That’s dangerous, wouldn’t you say?”

"Indeed it is," Fafnir chuckles, a low rumble deep in her throat. When she breathes out, the column of her throat emits a light, orange glow, like the color of magma. The glow pulses in tune with each beat of Fafnir's heart, slow and steady. “But you like playing with fire, don’t you?”

“Guess I do," she shrugs with a smirk that's more teeth than anything, and the adrenaline coursing through her system feels like liquid fucking fire. Who even needs to hit the bottle anymore when she's got this? Fafnir meets her intensity in equal measure, true fangs glinting as her lips peel backwards in something between a sneer and a snarl.

“So do we have a deal, little rabbit?”

The dragoness's gaze is deep, dark and vast—both a warning and an invitation. Something buried in her subconscious screams at her, a bone-deep instinct, a prey response ingrained into the molecules of her being. It tells her to run before she gets devoured.

Too bad she's never been the type to listen.

“Deal.”

It's like the atmosphere shifts, the temperature of the room turning up a notch. The other players at the table squirm nervously in their seats—some tug at their collars, while others unbutton their store-bought suits. Fafnir holds her close as she leans forward, territorial, possessive, a draconic grin nearly splitting her face in two. When she speaks, the words engulf every other player at the table like a pyroclastic flow—scorching and inescapable and damning.

"How about we have some real fun, hm?"

In the end Fafnir wins just as she had promised, and Misha has never taken a patron to the private rooms quicker.

(She'll have to do a lot of explaining for the number of bite marks along her skin on tomorrow's shift, but that's a problem for future Misha. Current Misha is much too preoccupied to care.)

Linking OC sheets here: - Misha, @/e-hibiscus's OC - Fafnir, my OC

[squishmallow36]

squish i just found out about the existence of aqua regia (royal/regal water) and how it dissolves gold. methinks. incredibly interesting detz metaphor potential. or just fitz angst. you know more about chemistry than me - thoughts?

(how i found out was through the song “aqua regia” by sleep token [interesting lyrics methinks!!] but read through the wikipedia article on aqua regia a bit to have a better understanding of how it works to a small extent)

I'm going to go off on a chemistry ramble first and then attempt to tie over into detz possibilities. I'm sorry. One of the fun things about gold is that besides the fact that it's a pretty color (which is fairly rare for elemental metals. it's gold, copper, and osmium is very slightly blue if you squint. This does not mean metal ions. Elemental copper is...copper colored but the Copper(ii) ion is forbidden gatorade blue) but it also doesn't tarnish.

If you think about silverware that's actually silver, after a while it gets a black coating of silver oxide (Ag2O) or if you think of the statue of liberty and the green oxidized copper on there-those are the same idea. Gold doesn't do that.

Without getting too much into electrochem because that makes my brain hurt, a closely tied idea is the activity series describing how reactive a particular metal is so things like the alkali metals are really high up (if you've ever seen a video of someone throwing pure sodium into a lake, you have a good idea of what's going on. That sodium metal is ripping apart water molecules to form sodium oxide Na2O and hydrogen H2 gas. Explodey consequences are from the hydrogen) and things like gold are really low down. This has (at least) two consequences: the first is that gold is found in nature relatively pure. Like, you could just go outside one day and find a gold nugget. That's not going to happen with more reactive metals like, again, sodium. The other consequence is that gold really does not like reacting with things, and this includes dissolving. Dissolving is in a kind of weird not a reaction but also not not a reaction but a secret third category. It just chooses to be a little silly like that. Aqua regia is special because it /can/ dissolve gold. It is important to note that even if the 'aqua' part translates to water, it is not water. Alchemksts were probably dealing with a good amount of lead poisoning. It's a solution of 2 acids->nitric acid (HNO3) and Hydrochloric acid (HCl). There's also some water in there to keep the molarity from being *screaming noises* but yeah the water is not involved in the party. He's just here to facilitate the reaction. At the very least, HCl not in solution is a gas and that's not generally great for reactions. Gases like to do whatever they want.

Okay, fedex time. My first thought is the technical note that I don't believe that elves would use the names of nitric acid and hydrochloric acid, but I would believe they use aqua fortis/spirit of nitre and spirit of salt which are just the old human names (thank you wikipedia list of alchemical substances for existing)

Anyway, in terms of symbolism I'm screaming crying throwing up because you've clearly got Mr. Fitzroy Golden Boy Vacker. Like at the beginning of the narrative he's just cut himself off from everyone and is unchanging and holding himself to a high standard b/c gold expensive etc etc. For bonus points the other vackers could be tied to other metals like Biana being like silver and having an actual self acceptance arc instead of just being 'hey everybody i'm okay now' but i'm getting off track. And then if you wanted to muddy up metaphors, aqua regia is not a liquid that likes existing (i.e. it fumes all over the place) and that might be able to tie into Fitz's anger; the HNO3 and HCl could be a more elegant version of the 'you have two wolves inside you' meme where one is his family and the other is like. Homosexuality. this might work as like a character arc from gold to dissolved gold tetrachloride ions (AuCl4-) and then more of that internal battle can be revealed as Fitz's exterior facade crumbles. And then on the Dex side who is much more obviously the aqua regia because he is almost certainly going to be the one inciting Fitz's change by just kind of existing. He probably also would need a bit of an internal conflict going on, maybe something along the lines of "i'm okay with being gay but like,,, does it really have to be for mr. perfectpants." There's probably also a possibility for a more societal-level internal conflict, but on the fedex level this works. Gotta give everyone a character arc. In terms of symetrically muddying the metaphor, i think the gold in relation to Dex would probably be a little more subtle with occasional descriptions like the sun shining in his hair and it looks golden. Also, gold is a really great conductor, something something technopathy. We use copper for wires just because it's actually affordable to do that. wikipedia also says that gold tetrachloride ions (AuCl4-, which is formed in solution when gold is dissolved in aqua regia) is used as a precursor to purification of gold by electrolysis, so basically you make the chloroauric acid solution and then you can plate the gold out of solution using a current. That feels like its own symbolism in terms of Fitz as gold and Dex as aqua regia because by mixing them together, Fitz's gold is purer after the process than before and just like. Auagh.

Anyway this feels like i've written a really bad ap lit essay so i'm going to stop now before it gets even worse. I doubt i'll get around to writing anything for this but the brain microwave is having a great time.

[koscheys-skull]

Novenas To Lord Lucifer

Nine Day Novenas to Lord Lucifer the Lightbringer

Day 1. Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer,

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray. Blessed Lucifer, In Your Sacred Light, help me embody your Grace and Spirit. As you rise in the Morning and set in the Eve, the Waning and the Waxing, I ask for your Light.

As you raise up the penurious and as you reign in the despots, I ask for your scales of wisdom and empowerment. For in your shadows there is comfort and in your light there is truth. Make me wise to see the path before me. Make me strong to elevate those around me. 

Through your Light we are rid of fear and doubt. We are made wise with wisdom and our wells flow with water. We are fearless with your burning passion and tender with your caressing heart. 

I bring my petition to you with a tender heart and a furtive hand.

I pray to you for (Petition).

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer.

Day 2.

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer,

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray. Blessed Lucifer, In Your Sacred Light, help me embody your Grace and Spirit. As you rise in the Morning and set in the Eve, the Waning and the Waxing, I ask for your Light.

Blessed Lucifer, I give thanks for the Wisdom and the Strength I currently possess. I am within myself and my power as I am here and as I am now. I am washed in your illuminated Grace and kindled in your warm Embrace. Through your Blessings I am empowered with my Will as Your Will. My mind and heart true to your Teachings and Will. 

I bring my petition to you with a tender heart and a furtive hand.

I pray to you for (Petition)

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer.

Day 3.

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer,

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray. Blessed Lucifer, In Your Sacred Light, help me embody your Grace and Spirit. As you rise in the Morning and set in the Eve, the Waning and the Waxing, I ask for your Light.

Blessed Lucifer, I offer thanks and gratitude for all that have come before me. Through hardship and adversity with bold hearts and kind souls. Brave warriors that have risen to brace against the cruel and the powerful. We take inspiration from the incredible figures across the ages and carry their banners with us within our hearts.

I bring my petition to you with a tender heart and a furtive hand.

I pray to you for (petition)

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer.

Day 4.

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer,

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray. Blessed Lucifer, In Your Sacred Light, help me embody your Grace and Spirit. As you rise in the Morning and set in the Eve, the Waning and the Waxing, I ask for your Light.

Brilliant and Vast Lucifer, I pray to you with a mind open and a heart beating. I pray to you with a tongue within my mouth and fingers that touch with interest. I pray as I become a part of this world that you share with me. Behind my eyelids are veins. Within my jaw are teeth. Within my chest are ribs. I am created with molecules of light. I am myself. Of love and sight and sensations. 

There are skies and the earth and the trees. There are stones and rivers that inhale and exhale with me. I pray to you with their grace and your guidance.

I bring my petition to you with a tender heart and a furtive hand. 

I pray to you for (petition)

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer.

Day 5.

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer,

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray. Blessed Lucifer, In Your Sacred Light, help me embody your Grace and Spirit. As you rise in the Morning and set in the Eve, the Waning and the Waxing, I ask for your Light.

Graceful and Brilliant Lucifer, I pray to you. In your Evening Light, illuminate and vivid against the dark, I find your gravity in the pitch of my woes. What does not come cannot be foretold. In the veil of your night your grace shrouds me in your path of narrow light. Show to me what I must know for I ask your eye and ear to bless me with sight and sound in these hours. 

I bring my petition to you with a tender heart and a furtive hand.

I pray to you for (petition).

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer.

Day 6.

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer,

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray. Blessed Lucifer, In Your Sacred Light, help me embody your Grace and Spirit. As you rise in the Morning and set in the Eve, the Waning and the Waxing, I ask for your Light.

Holy Lucifer, in the Dawn of the dark, I pray. In the shadow of hardship we face great challenge to our beings. Through you, we are taught resilience and measurement, forgiveness and tenderness. Through the night you shine. Through the dark you shine and bring your grace to the most harrowing of days. 

I bring my petition to you with a tender heart and a furtive hand.

I pray to you for (petition).

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer.

Day 7.

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer,

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray. Blessed Lucifer, In Your Sacred Light, help me embody your Grace and Spirit. As you rise in the Morning and set in the Eve, the Waning and the Waxing, I ask for your Light.

Luminous Lucifer, In the wake of ignorance and unease, you bathe fear in the comfort of your light. Where doubt and the quagmire of blindness shrouds the eyes and mind, your brisk winds wisk away fear and misgivings. In your wake, the mind is left clean.

I bring my petition to you with a tender heart and a furtive hand.

I pray to you for (petition).

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer.

Day 8. 

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer,

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray. Blessed Lucifer, In Your Sacred Light, help me embody your Grace and Spirit. As you rise in the Morning and set in the Eve, the Waning and the Waxing, I ask for your Light.

Sacred Lucifer, I give thanks and honour your gifts and wisdom. The teachings of your Divinity and Grace bless me with nourishment. Through you battles within and without are won. Savaged by cruelties I am mended by your grace like a balm. Rich is your words and wise is the tongue from which you speak. Blessed is the mind touched by your grace. I give thanks for your gifts.

I bring my petition to you with a tender heart and a furtive hand.

I pray to you for (petition).

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer.

Day 9.

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer,

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray. Blessed Lucifer, In Your Sacred Light, help me embody your Grace and Spirit. As you rise in the Morning and set in the Eve, the Waning and the Waxing, I ask for your Light.

As you raise up the penurious and as you reign in the despots, I ask for your scales of wisdom and empowerment. For in your shadows there is comfort and in your light there is truth. Make me wise to see the path before me. Make me strong to elevate those around me. 

Through your Light we are rid of fear and doubt. We are made wise with wisdom and our wells flow with water. We are fearless with your burning passion and tender with your caressing heart. 

With my hands open, furtive and open. With my heart tender and yielding. I bring to you my petition.

I pray to you for (Petition).

On this day, the Ninth of My Will. With your Grace and with your Blessing I honour you and our time together. I bring to a close these Blessed and Sacred Days.

In the name of the Divine, bathed in their (Un)Holy Light, I pray

Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer.

These novenas were written by yours truly. Please do not repost. These are free to use but credit must be given where it is due!

[the1975attheirverybest]

I need all the fluff and domestic Matty. So I'm imagining reader being super into skincare or make up (your pick) and maybe it's the early stages of the relationship and Matty is staying over at her place and she either putting her make up on or doing her skin care and Matty asks questions and she explains but maybe apologies because she's afraid of boring him, but he's interested in whatever she's interested in and he end up asking her to put make up/skin care on him as well.

Awwwww, yes, yes this is cute. I’m super into my skincare so this would legit be me, hahaha. Can you imagine? With his Manchester accent just consistently following up with “wut’s tha’ do? And this one?” Ugh I want himmm. Matty let’s have a sleepover!

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Like, he’d brushed his teeth and gotten ready for bed. We know he sleeps in nothing but his boxers (thanks to his insta stories, rip 😔), so he’d slide under the covers. He’s got his book in his lap and his phone in hand, scrolling through as he waits for her to come to bed, but when it takes her a minute, he starts to wonder what she’s up to. He glanced over, and she’s by the mirror. He’s wondering what on earth could be taking so long, so he gets up, goes over to her, and stands over her shoulder with a weird frown on his face.

She sees him in the mirror and smiles “hi baby”

“Hi….uhh..what’re you up to?”

“Just gettin ready for bed. Did you need something? Don’t tell me I forget to get tooth-paste, I swear-“

“No, no! Found the toothpaste just fine. Smells minty fresh! Was just wonderin’ what you were doin’ here. What’s all this…stuff.” He accentuates the last word, popping his lips.

“Oh, the skincare you mean?”

“Yeah, like, why does one tiny human need all this? It’s all a marketing ploy isn’t it? Preying on the impossible standards for women’s bodies….”

She laughs and shakes her head. “I love your anti-capitalist, pro-women’s spirit here, but, some of this stuff is actually important. Women, men, non-binary folks…if you’re a person with skin…it’s good for you.”

He’s like curious now, so he takes a seat beside her. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Well, this whole process actually starts…in the bathroom. You gotta have a good face wash. None of that scented, sugary crap. You want something that doesn’t strip your skin of its natural barriers.”

“I’m not gonna pretend to know what that means, but do go on…”

“After you’ve washed your face, you come over here, and, a good toner is a good start…”

“How the fuck do you know which one goes when? Look at all these…potions and lotions and…this is why women were accused of witchcraft in the 1600s. I bet you a man looked at their vanity and saw all these- fucking- bottles with droppers and shit…what on earth is all of it for??”

“Goes in order to thickness! It’s really simple actually…”

He nods, clearly asking for her to elaborate. “Okay, okay, look…” she smiles, excitedly grabbing all her little bottles and lining them up in a row, taking each one, and sampling the product on her hand. “See? This is the toner. It’s kinda like water. You see how runny it is?”

“Mhm…” Matty’s brows furrow and he follows along.

“Okay, now, this serum, look, pretty runny, but significantly thicker, right?”

“Yeah..’s a bit sticky, too. What’s it do?”

“Restores moisture, helps build the protein particles in your skin, protects from wrinkles…it’s best to apply it on a slightly damp face, cuz it bonds with the water molecules really well…”

Matty looks away from her concoction and straight into her eyes, smiling.

“Sorry, am I boring you?” She blushes, backing away and rubbing the serum onto the back of her hand.

“No, not at all! Quite the opposite, actually. I like how much you know about this stuff…” he picks up a random bottle from her collection. “Tell me about this what. What’s this?”

She giggles, shaking her head. “That’s just a vitamin C serum.”

“Like a vitamin tablet?”

“Pretty much, yeah, but for your face. Brightens and helps with blemishes and stuff.”

“And this one?”

“That’s moisturizer.”

“Yes, okay, I know what this one does!” His excitement makes her smile. “And, wait, you said in order of thickness, so…this would go last, obviously, no?”

“Exactly! You’re a fast learner.”

He smiles, clearly super proud of himself. “And…everyone’s meant to do this?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, everyone who wants nice skin, I guess?”

“Is my skin nice?”

His question makes her wants to burst into laughter, but she holds it in, “actually…it’s a little dry, to be honest.”

“Oi! That’s not a nice thing to say! You’re meant to find me irresistibly attractive!”

She lets her laugh out now. “Hey! You asked! Besides, you can still be attractive with chapped skin! It’s all that fuckin…smoking too. Doesn’t help.”

“Agree to disagree there.”

He picks up her serum. “Can I?”

“Yeah, you wanna hydrate that desert you call a face?” She applies a few drops to his face, rubbing them into his face gently.

Matty closes his eyes and sighs, contentedly. “Thought I was gonna hate it. But it actually feels quite nice.”

“Wait! I’m not done! You gotta seal it in with the moisturizer.”

“Oh, fun. Okay, let’s see how this one feels.”

“Fuck- why does it sting??!!! You said nothing about pain!!!” He winces, pulls away.

“Probably stings cuz your skin is cracked. How much water do you drink during the day.”

“Oh, no, it’s too early in our relationship for this conversation I’m not answerin’ that one…”

[papirouge]

Is there a biblical reason why christians believe life starts at conception (sperm attaching to egg)? cuz i've heard some muslims say the fetus doesnt have a soul until 3 months so abortion is *special* circumstances would be allowed but generally abortion is discouraged n frowned upon.

It comes from the fact that several prophets in the Bible refer to God knowing them *before* they were ever born, which implies that at fertilization, the personhood of the human to come is already acknowledged by God and that he has a plan for them.

Jeremiah 1:5

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.

Isaiah 49:5

And now the LORD says— he who formed me in the womb to be his servant to bring Jacob back to him and gather Israel to himself, for I am honored in the eyes of the LORD and my God has been my strength —

If you're Muslim, you have to understand that the entire Bible has been written under the inspiration of the holy spirit. The books have different authors (Moses, David, Paul, Salomon, Jeremiah, etc.) but their writings are united by the unity of the Spirit that inspired to put the Lord's mind on paper. So it's not Isaiah or Jeremiah just staying stuff about their conception, it's God making a statement through their pens. I know that Muslim have a hard time to grasp the concept of God made flesh, or understanding the difference between the father, Jesus (the son) and the holy spirit and say it's "association" = polytheism, but to give you an idea, it's like ice, vapor and water, and God is the H²O molecule that's inside all of these physical forms. WeChristians worship "H²O" (God) while acknowledging this molecule can have several physical forms, each with its own assets and purpose🩵✝️ it's not worshipping different molecules (= other gods) just different forms of the same "molecule" (God). There's no wonder water has such a significant symbolism in Christianity 👀 (baptism, the flood/Noah's ark, Jesus walking on water, water flowing out of Jesus rib after his crucifixion, etc)

That's why abortion is an abomination: because in the eyes of God, the fetus has already personhood, value, a destiny (like Isaiah he destined to be his servant). IDK about you, but trying to grasp God already having planned the unique life & destiny of the past/present/future humanity makes my head twirl 😵‍💫 but that's how awesome he is. Our life matters!!

Oh and one last thing : be very wary of those "Christians" who takes the example of Adam as evidence that Christianity says that life starts at birth :

1) Adam was never incubed in a womb or got "birthed" in the biological sense. God formed him out of clay, shaping him by hand. His creation cannot be compared to a human fetus who's made in the womb and delivered by the uterus.

2) as previously stated, God has a plan for every single human BEFORE their conception. So arguing whether they're alive when breathing their first breath is ridiculous because it's obvious the personhood and reality of that new being has been acknowledged by God way before

3) WE.ARE.NOT.GOD. Only God has the right of life or death on humans (that's one of the reasons I'm anti death penalty btw). Regardless of when life begins, we humans are not entitled to kill or harm anyone. Arguing that life at first breath is allegedly biblical, doesn't suddenly prove that it's "biblical" to kill a fetus.

[three-leafed-clover]

day twelve - aster and goldenrod @nosebleedclub

i. the way the cherokee story goes, two sisters run away from a village which is being overrun by a threat. they are taken in by a witch, who predicts their later death and turns them into flowers  - aster and goldenrod - to save them from it. they aren’t dead, but they are no longer living. 

ii. my sister and i are seven years apart. that distance sometimes feels like empty space that can never be filled with molecules. 

iii. there are two classifications in biology for anything and everything that has ever existed. they are biotic and abiotic. biotic - you are, or were at one point, alive. abiotic - you aren’t, and never have been, alive. you never will be. 

iv. when my sister was seven, i was fifteen, and i don’t know if i was real to her because i didn’t seem real to myself. maybe i was a presence in her life, and maybe i wasn’t. i don’t remember. i was busy trying to save myself from my brain. in the haze of that year, and the year before it, and the year to come, i had to keep treading water. my ocean of a brain kept trying to drown me. 

v. i spent forever waiting to die. expecting it. seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, sometime around then. to continue with the drowning metaphor, my legs or my arms would give out, and i wouldn't be able to keep swimming. i would crumble. 25 was a figment of my imagination. 30 was a pipe dream. 

vi. plants are biotic. the sisters are alive, in spirit. 

vii. in the haze of those years, i taught her how to face the ocean, like how my father taught me. plant your feet. stand your ground. hold. cede nothing. it will drag you out if you give it a moment to let it. 

viii. it doesn’t matter when i die, because when i do and they find my bones, i will still be biotic. 

ix. in all likelihood, despite my longer expected lifetime now, i will die before my sister. i don’t want her to bury my bones. despite them being biotic, it won’t be a comfort to her. the bones aren’t quite as alive without my heart beating blood to the muscles around them.