#the return of lum

[sevendays-art]

been watching the urusei yatsura reboot and i wanted to draw lum w the suit from that one promotional art

Get it as a print here!

[forkimified]

Hey, here are some pictures of what my nerd punk vest looks like at the moment.

[starrylemon]

heard you wanted a hug from bliss X

(excuse me on how i drew you i had to go all the way back to ur birthday post and even considered just drawing a lemon with glitter in the process)

ABABABABA.. THIS IS SO SWEET, THANK YOU.... YOUR DRAWINGS ARE SO SO BEAUTIFUL...

[seyvia]

A Months journey from Spellbyndell, some time after the Dark lords defeat...

Regalia's champions, affectionately dubbed the 'Roses of Thorns,' are reveling at their campsite, filled with laughter and libations. Among them, the formidable knight Parish is seen playfully bantering with Captain Brom. "So, what’s your game plan when we return home, big guy?" Parish teases. "Honestly, no grand plans. I’ll be happy just to get everyone back safe and lend a hand wherever it’s needed," Brom replies. "Oh really? You know~ If you really wanted to help out, you’d rescue me from the dating scene!" she exclaims, bursting into laughter. "You're such a brute... don't you know anything about romance, Parish?" he asks, amused by her continued giggles. "Very well, I accept. Perhaps I can teach you a thing or two." he suggests. A grin remains on Parish's face as it quickly turns into a vibrant shade of red.

The focus shifts to Avi, prince Lumin's childhood friend, whose musings are interrupted by Sir Lorcan. "I've noticed a certain hero is missing. Why not go fetch him?" Lorcan suggests. "Nah, let him wallow; he’d just bring the mood down," Avi replies. "But he can't stay like that forever! You two are practically brothers! What good are you if you can't pull him out of his slump?" Lorcan insists, nudging Avi to rise. "I'm not taking responsibility for that! Being friends with the prince just gives me the right to kick his butt," Avi retorts. "Then maybe he needs a solid kick in the rear!" Lorcan exclaims, kicking Avi's chair out from under him, forcing him to rise to his feet. "Sigh~ What a pain," Avi mutters as he makes his way to Prince Lumin's tent.

Hay party pooper! your people are missing their hero! Avi remarks with sarcasm as he nears the entrance of the tent. "Really? Brooding in the buff, you are so dramatic! I should've been a bard, I would have made a fortune using you as my muse." Avi jests. "Whose dramatic? You haven't a musical bone in your body, you'd only make a fortune in debt. Besides I wasn't brooding." Retorts Lumin as he turns to face his friend.

Anyway, how's the research going? Avi inquires, lowering his voice to a more concerned tone. After a brief silence, Lumin finally speaks up.

"I've gone through every grimoire, every journal, and even the smallest scribble the dark Lord had in his possession, and none of them contain the curse he used on my mother therefore, I can't make a proper cure. " He pauses before adding, "However, we do know that the Imp believed the Springtide Scepter could heal him."

"... But he was wrong?" Avi asks. "Indeed," Lumin confirms. "The magic within the royal scepter, better known as the Springtide, could only make new things, like the rebirth of spring, which explains how he used it to conjure the creatures of decay. He was able to use it on himself, but it only contained the curse in him like a cocoon, slowly transforming him into something potentially far more dangerous than what we encountered, and that's why the scepter had to be shattered. To undo everything he had made with it."

"Right. So... what does this mean? If the scepter was useless to us all along and it couldn't have healed queen Aine, are we really back to square one?" Avi questions anxiously. "No no, not entirely." Lumin reassures him. "Ever since we left Spellbyndell, I've been researching mystical gems because of the dark lords interest in the Springtide, and only recently have I found something promising: Hematite! By applying Lunar magic to this stone, we can prevent the curse from taking my Mother's life prematurely. As long as I keep it charged and she wears it, she'll live on normally." "THAT'S GREAT! Where do we get some!?" Avi exclaims enthusiastically. "I'm not sure yet, but I have an idea." Admits Lumin.

"GUESS WHO'S GETTING MARRIED!" Suddenly shouts Parish from behind Avi startling him. "Think you can hitch me and Brom up tonight Lum?!" Parish asks with a charming smile.

"You and the—CAPTAIN?! When did this happen?!" Avi exclaims in bewilderment. Lumin, initially surprised, softens his voice into amusement and responds with, "I-uh... Unfortunately I can't officiate outside of Spellbyndell, Parish... Though I can sympathies with your eagerness; spring is an ideal time for weddings." Avi, in utter shock from what he's hearing interjects, "How are you so calm about this?! Parish! Dose Capt. even know about your plans?" Parish begins shaking her head up and down to imply a yes at Avi's question confidently.

Lumin looks over at his distressed friend, and with a pat on the back replies, "They've been flirting for months, and I even noticed—how did it go over your head? Besides Avi, It's the end of an era and a birth of anew.

"I expect multiple weddings will be held once we're finally home."

Before - Journey forth

[raygirlramblings]

OH

I just realised something about Laserhawk Rayman which I've been saying about Rayman for DECADES.

So what is Rayman's defining goal which powers him throughout all his games? It's gonna sound corny, but it's FRIENDSHIP.

And you'll say 'oh that's not uncommon, most videogame protags do stuff for the sake of their friends', but it's kinda more than that.

Rayman LIVES AND BREATHES through the love and support of his friends.

Rayman is a strange little freak guy, one of a kind even amongst his own species*, and instead of being shunned and alone he is held up and supported by his friends and propelled forward by the power of friendship. This is more of a driving force in his life than a romantic interest, a prized possession, or any kind of praise.

(*I still use the logic of Rayman 1 that other limbless beings like Rayman exist but were not created by magic. Hence why Rayman has immortality)

On the surface you have his friendship with Globox as a clear example of his devotion. Despite their differences the two are like brothers and bond through various games in different ways. saving and being saved by Globox is a big part of Rayman 2. Curing Globox of Andre is literally the driving force of Rayman 3.

When Rayman is trapped by the pirates at the start of Rayman 2 he is absolutely distraught, powerless and unable to escape on his own. Without Globox risking his life on the vague chance he'd get put in a cell near Rayman to give him a silver lum, Rayman might never have escaped the Buccaneer. Rayman's friendship with Globox trumped Globox's absolute fear of the pirates.

Rayman's friends are always the ones giving him support and gifts and powers to help him save the day, not in a 'you suck lets hold your hand as you go through the game' way but in a 'we have absolute faith in you, friend, anything we can do to help we will!' way. And in turn Rayman returns that love through his actions and compassion. Rayman is who he is because of the love and acceptance of his friends. Hence why he is always seen relaxing with them, chilling with Globox and Barbara and Murfy and the Teensies.

And it's Rayman's willingness to befriend others and turn the other cheek that betters him overall. Mosquito, Inspector Grub, the Rabbids, they have all been part of his journey despite being antagonistic to him at the start.

When Rayman is separated from his friends, or unable to make new friendships, he kinda falls apart and struggles by himself. He gets lonely, realises how small he is in the world. If he doesn't have a focus to find his friends and help them he is lost.

Which makes perfect sense when you see a version of him in Laserhawk.

Rayman is the most popular mascot in Eden but HE DOESN'T HAVE FRIENDS.

The closest connection he has is to the Counsel who run Eden and even they keep him at arm's length from what we see in the show. They are not his friends, they are his abusive, neglectful bosses that dropped him the minute he stepped out of line, and without them Rayman has NO ONE ELSE in the city he can rely on.

No wonder he's a complete mess even before the show starts. He has no one to confide his fears in, no one who understands his unique perspective. He probably has yes-men and people willing to lie about how great he is, not to mention adoring viewers and a whole fanclub of kids, but even Rayman knows that's fake. They are not his real friends. He's the picture of the lonely celebrity in an ivory tower.

You can see it in Rayman's face when he meets Bullfrog, and Bullfrog VALIDATES his feelings of betrayal and anger against Red and the Counsel. Finally he has someone showing him genuine compassion but also not mollycoddling him. Someone who is honest with him and not freaked out by/judgemental of how he looks. He's scared and angry, but there is a light at the end of the dark tunnel before him.

This and being replaced by Eden is the breaking point that causes Ray to become Ramon and fight back. He now has an end goal, take revenge on the Counsel and save Bullfrog from the electric chair. He has multiple reasons for doing this ranging from his belief in protecting hybrids in general to protecting his image to taking away some of Eden's power at gunpoint...but I also like to think he did it because he put his faith in Bullfrog.

Because as well as being one of the only people in Eden who might have an idea of what's going on behind the veil, he's probably the only person Rayman could consider a friend.

[lumiereswig]

#this is adorable#I love grandpa Cogs having the only braincell#Old grump is secretly a big sweetheart my beloved

In a startling chain of events that everyone SHOULD have seen coming but somehow didn't, Belle & Adam's kid and Lumiere & Plumette's kid become a romantic item.

yeah how did these morons not catch on??

eléa is a quiet child, named after the prince's mother, but she has a sparkle to her eyes from the second she's born. phenixine is a tumble-haired scamp, with her father's gestures and her mother's grace. cogsworth sits back, sometimes, and listens to the sound of children running round the palace: the sounds of skidding feet and shrieking that he missed (he didn't know he could miss it!) for so long.

phenixine loves to lead the games, and eléa always has the best ideas to make them grand: she reads about ever-growing palaces and ocean-kept cities and ships that can travel the stars, and brings all that imagination into every game of tag phe can devise.

oh, and the games of tag that would last all day—the treehouse in the forest—el bringing up piles of books and phe letting out a loud huff of frustration, “these are BORING, el. let’s hike to spain instead”; and getting caught by chapeau just as they're sneaking out with capes and lanterns and not nearly enough snacks; and having to take a vow of silence with him to never have it be mentioned to their parents; and doing chapeau’s chores for a week; and sharing sandwiches, and trading jokes, telling fairy stories to each other that no one else would understand....

surely somebody must have seen it coming the way el’s eyes lit up the first time she saw phoenix conjure fire between her fingers, the way el gently cupped her hands around the flame and stared at her with her whole life in her eyes?

how did no one notice??? el, fifteen, getting all kinds of blushy when phoénix starts wearing her hair up, just one curl of feather-soft wave falling down her back??? el’s sudden tempests of temper, nothing  good enough until phoénix enters a room and then el can’t stop goddamn smiling???

belle & adam look at each other. “el takes her temper from me,” says belle, “and I know what kind of temper this is."

“could it be a boy?” asks adam, agog at the passage of time

“it could be a girl,” says belle, her eyebrow cocked, and

“oh my god it could. what girl?” says adam, because he has no brain cells & obviously phoenix doesn’t count because in his reckoning she’s still three, forever

(in his own mind adam always sees everyone born after a certain point as little)

belle shockingly DOESNT also catch on, because she’s apparently lost a brain cell by hanging around adam so much

el is the type to hold their secrets deep in their chest, but finally they can’t take godfather cogsworth looking at them cock-eyed all the time, and out comes the secret over a game of chess and a cup of hot cocoa. next thing they know they’re pressed into his chest, queens and kings knocked all over the floor, cogsworth's big old heart thumping heavily just behind his pocket watch and el has never felt so safe, never felt so warm

when el slips out after phoe at the debut ball of the season the parents actually begin to Catch The Fuck On. took long enough!!! screams cogsworth, to himself, the sole keeper of the teenagers' secrets.

phe and el, hidden on the terrace, slipping secrets into the other one's hands...

[send me prompts]

[mismaeve]

Ashes of the Heart

↳ Ashes of the Heart, Thranduil x Fem!Reader, modern AU ↳ Requested by @fizzyxcustard Word Count: 2.3k TW: heavy angst, cursing, graphic descriptions, references to death A/N: This was such an amazing request to write, I enjoyed myself so much! I didn't know I could produce such angst, but here we are so read at your own peril. Any feedback is always welcome and much appreciated. Enjoy! 𓋼𓍊 Backstory: Thranduil who works in military as elite special operations leader, is leaving his lover to oversee a Navy SEALs mission. It's something he has done countless of times, only this time - his lover has a bad feeling about it.

«For how long?»

Your question was one that you had asked many times before. Always the same. A question without an answer as you watched him pack his duffel-bag, barely anything inside it, save for a few shirts and clean socks, and boxer briefs. His lack of an answer hung heavily within the four walls of your spacious bedroom.

“I see,” you sighed heavily. You knew well enough to trust that if he could, he would tell you. Begging and pleading would change nothing, and you had quickly adapted to a life of being kept in the dark. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you, but it could drive you mad during those lonely nights when your fear for him became your greatest enemy. Scenario after scenario of every little thing that could have gone wrong – the image of your beloved injured or worse…

You shuddered.

“What is it, my love?” concern filled his pale eyes as his hand clasped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against the softness of your skin. You closed your eyes, savoring his touch for the solitude that was to come.

“It feels different this time,” you confessed, your eyes dropping to your hands – a jumble of nervous fingers.

“How do you mean?” Thranduil asked softly.

“I feel like something bad is going to happen to you,” you whispered, your admission sending a painful jolt through your heart and filling your stomach with lead.

“Oh, my sweet, you know-”

“Yes, I know you’re never on the ground yourself. Believe me, I know this. But I can’t shake this feeling,” you interrupted him, desperately wanting him to understand and accept your concern.

You always let him go, never fussed or begged him to stay. You knew how important his work was to him – to the entire country and maybe even the world. His brilliant mind was the one hidden behind every successful operation. How could you keep him to yourself when everyone’s safety – including your own – depended on him?

You had adjusted, not only your life but your expectations as well. Only tonight, the sickening feeling of dread was like poison inside your mind, spreading its bile throughout your entire body.

“Oh, my darling,” Thranduil pulled you into his arms and kissed your hair. You held onto him for dear life, afraid of what might happen if you were to let go. Your premonition of tragedy only growing with each gentle stroke that trickled down your back, causing your skin to break out in goosebumps.

“I always come back to you, do I not?” he whispered against your hair, his body rocking yours back and forth slowly and tenderly, a simple motion meant to soothe your growing worry.

“But you never promise,” you pointed out. “You never promise to come back because even you know that there is still some danger to what you do and where you go,” you insisted, pulling away to look at the man you loved beyond any reason and doubt.

His pale eyes held yours, the understanding gleaming through from the depths of his own soul. He knew you were right.

“Believe me when I say that no force in this world would keep me from returning to you,” Thranduil said. “You are my home, my peace from the destruction that is our world. You’re my haven during a raging storm. Nothing will keep me away from you.”

You bit back the tears that had come unannounced and nodded. If only to please him, you would muster the last of your courage and strength. You swallowed the bitter lump of foreboding and forced yourself to smile. He deserved a proper and loving good-bye, not tears and childlike pleas.

“Be safe, will you?” you said softly and placed your palm to his cheek. Thranduil leaned into your touch with a reposeful sigh, his eyes closing briefly while he cherished this last moment between you.

“Always,” he whispered.

An hour later you were sat on your bed alone.

Days turned into weeks which turned into months. Not a phone call or a text, no letters of any kind – Thranduil appeared to be fallen off this Earth entirely. It became harder and harder to remind yourself that he wasn’t allowed to communicate while planning and overseeing an operation. With each day that went by without a word from him, your unease had turned malignant – eating and tearing away at your mind like a disease for which there was no remedy.

You had a number to call in case of an emergency, but you couldn’t bring yourself to use it. This wasn’t the first time when he had been gone for months on end, you had survived that, surely you would persevere this time as well. If only it weren’t for that pesky feeling that wouldn’t go away. Without knowing how or why, you knew with crystal-clear certainty that something was wrong. You had known it long before he had walked out the door.

Another month had gone by without any news of his whereabouts when you awoke with a scream, tiny beads of sweat covering your forehead. Your heart was pounding inside your ribcage, threatening to burst any minute with every shallow breath you drew. Wheezing and gasping for air with tears streaming down your cheeks, you tried to catch your breath while still being held captive by the nightmare that had just haunted you.

You jumped at the sound of the doorbell, a yelp escaping your trembling lips. Fumbling with the light, your fingers still shaking from your vivid dream, you struggled to switch it on. Tumbling over your own sheets in your rush to get out of bed, you nearly fell out with your face first.

With your heart lodged inside your throat, you rushed to the door and peered through the tiny peephole. A well-dressed man was standing on the other side, patiently waiting for you to open. In your flustered state you hadn’t immediately recognised the familiar face of Jerry, a man who worked closely with Thranduil. Mindless of your current attire, you unlocked and threw open the door.

“What’s happened?” you demanded, not bothering to hide the panic that laced your voice.

“I’m sorry for coming unannounced in the middle of the night, but I fear this couldn’t wait for a more decent hour,” Jerry’s tone was calm and collected, a blatant contrast to your own disheveled self.

“Tell me,” you urged him. The sinking feeling in your stomach warning you that the news he bore were far from good. A nauseating wave of hot and cold reverberated through your entire body, your insides twisting and churning in painful anticipation.

“Let’s talk inside, shall we?” Jerry offered with a quick nod in the direction of your apartment.

“I need to know, Jerry,” you insisted as the two of you had taken your seats on the couch at his request.

A heartbeat passed before your husband’s highly esteemed colleague began divulging the events that had taken place during the operation. It appeared that there had been a leak, and the entire campaign had been compromised from the very beginning. The team of Navy SEALS had been deployed as planned, their movements tracked and monitored by intelligence officers, the entire operation led and overseen by Thranduil as chief elite special operations leader. Everything had seemed to go as planned when their systems had suddenly crashed and shut down entirely, leaving them in the dark about the movements of their men on the ground.

“Well? Go on,” you pushed for Jerry to continue after he had taken a brief pause.

“I’m sorry, I-,” he cut himself off and lowered his head, his shoulders slumping, clearly unable to go on.

“For fuck’s sake, tell me!” you choked out through gritted teeth, fighting back the tears that threatened to come. You felt you couldn’t breathe but you had to know. After everything that they had put you through, they owed you this much.

Jerry lifted his head, his face drawn and utterly defeated. His look was that of pity, like he knew what he was about to do to you. Nonetheless, you stood your ground in defiance, even as your heart had already begun to crack and splinter.

The supposed glitch in their systems had turned out to be a cleverly crafted ruse, a temporary disabling of the sensory motion detectors orchestrated by the terrorists so their drones could slip in undetected. When their back-up systems had picked up the slack, it had already been too late. Several explosions had riddled the base of their headquarters as the drones had launched their assault. A perfectly plotted mission to eliminate the brilliant and tireless minds behind the curtains. All turned to ash.

No bodies had been recovered from the scene.

An ear-piercing cry filled your apartment, threatening to shatter your windows – just as your own heart had shattered into a million pieces. You screamed and wailed until your throat burned raw, your chest painfully heaving with each useless breath you took. Unaware of the steady arms that had wrapped around you, holding your convulsing frame, you continued to unleash your blazing agony.  There was no end in sight, no promise of a respite, however temporary, only grief – dark and thick, and unyielding. An endless sorrow took over your body and promised to never let go. There was nothing left for you, only pain forever etched in your soul at his sudden departure.

You knew with uncanny certainty that you had died that night. In his passing, he had taken you along with him.

Three weeks earlier

Jerry was pacing up and down the narrow corridor, his thoughts racing quicker than he could pay attention to. His once sharp and focused mind had become nothing more than a blur. He silently cursed himself for agreeing to do this, his regret already eating away at his conscience.

He couldn’t do it.

Jerry stopped his pacing and closed his eyes. He slowed down his throbbing mind by focusing on his breathing, a practice he employed whenever his wits threatened to abandon him. If he was to have this particular conversation, he would need his devices to remain cool and collected, even if his counterpart appeared to had lost his.

He wouldn’t do it.

With a nod of quiet determination, he turned on his heel and headed in the direction of his colleague’s room.

“What is it that you do not comprehend?” he hissed in anger.

“I don’t understand why you’re willing to put her through this when it’s so uncalled for,” Jerry argued back albeit his voice lower and gentler than that of his friend.

“Uncalled for?! Look at me! Who am I to condemn her to loving a monster?” Thranduil spat in burning fury.

“She loves you, you know she does. She’ll love you regardless of how you look,” Jerry tried to make him see reason, but Thranduil only shook his head in dismissal.

“No.”

“Coward,” Jerry stated simply, crossing his arms over his chest. His own defiance preventing him from backing down.

“Fuck you, Jerry.”

“You’re a coward. Because why else would you ask me to tell your wonderfully loving wife, who probably at this very moment wishes for nothing more than your safe return, that you have died? You say it’s for her, but I think it’s your own vanity and fear that drive you to do this. That’s not love or mercy.”

Thranduil regarded him in silence, his right eye not blinking. The sight of him was horrific – the left side of his face was covered in bandages, his previously golden-white hair now burnt off entirely, leaving a patchy scalp riddled with burn-blisters. What was left of his skin was red and swollen. His chest was submerged underneath countless burn dressings, his left arm wrapped in medical gauze – from his fingertips to his shoulder. He couldn’t see Thranduil’s legs, but he imagined his left leg was in no better shape than the rest of him.

Jerry schooled his features, the last thing his colleague needed was to see pity in his eyes.

Thranduil turned his head away from his friend, his gaze drifting to the lone window of his hospital room.

“It’s because I love her, that I have to do this,” he began quietly. “I’ve no doubt that she would love me despite my injuries. She would want to nurse me back to health, without a complaint or single regret. She’d do anything for me.”

“It’s because I love her, that I don’t wish this kind of life for her. A life stuck with me, caring for me while I’m slowly consumed by my rage. I’ve become a disfigured cripple who may never walk again or regain the use of his arm. Half of my face has been melted off straight to the bone,” he bit out through gritted teeth, his voice breaking.

“If I haven’t become a monster yet, it’s where I’m headed. I am angry at the entire world and that anger will only grow with time. I can’t subject her to share her life with an ungrateful, bitter beast. Not when she deserves to live.”

Jerry heard Thranduil’s breath hitch ever so softly, the sound of it piercing his heart like a bullet. It was gut-wrenching to witness his close friend be reduced to this – a heap of charred flesh with a broken spirit.

“She won’t survive it,” he said quietly.

Thranduil turned his head, a sad smile playing on the corner of his mouth, a glimmer of genuine pride gleaming in his good eye.

“She’ll think so too, that there is no surviving this. But she’s strong,” his smile widened knowingly. “Fierce. Even if she may not know it yet.”

“What if you one day, say a year from now, regret your decision? What if you find yourself wanting to find her?” Jerry asked.

“I doubt that will ever happen. But if it did…,” Thranduil trailed off and paused.

“I’d pray that she could find it in her to forgive me and would gladly spend the rest of my life trying to earn that forgiveness.”

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[the-3merald-butterfly]

✨𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐬✨

To begin, you must know that the universe is made of energy. Everything that moves around you, everything that lives and thinks is given life by the tiny magical lights which we call... 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐬. These are very powerful shards of energy of unknown origin. Whether they are the essence of a God of Creation or simply their own thing, all you need to know is that Lums are responsible for all of creation. Lums come in many different colors, each with it's own special powers. There are 7 types of Lums in total.

💛𝐘𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝: The Yellow Lums grant wisdom and knowledge, allowing one to gain better understanding of concepts and the world around them. When gathered, they offer insights into whatever question you may have.

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❤𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫: The Red Lums are full of vital energy. They allow for strength and power to exist within the universe. When gathered, they can offer a boost in one's power and capabilities. They can even prolong your life. Since they represent pure power, many individuals such as pirates love gathering them for their energy.

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💜𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞: The Purple Lums grants a continuous area with dimensions within which all things exist and move. When gathered, one can use them to warp from one place to another by grabbing hold of the rings on them and throwing them as far as you can. Where they end up, you will be warped to, allowing for faster travel.

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🤍𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞: The White Lums create the basic physical reality that we reside in. When gathered, White Lums are able to change something into something else: for example, a book into a chair, a bed into a table, etc.

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💖𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞: The Pink Lums assure the cohesion of the world. They govern and balance the structure of all of creation. Without them, nothing would be solid or visible. When gathered, these lums can be used to restore things back to their prime.

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💚𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: The Green Lums give the universe motion, being the very cosmic force that pushes time forward. These lums can record your placement in time from when you gathered them, allowing you to return to when you encountered them by rubbing it.

💙𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥: The Blue Lums contain the first breath. They are the origin of all life, and connect all living things down to their very soul. Each creature receives at birth a combination of Blue Lums which make up their soul, which they keep and maintain until they die. When gathered, these lums allow one to gain a sort of "extra life." It can resurrect the dead and allow you to resurrect from the brink of death.

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A huge thank you to @joker-shiromiya for helping me write this!!! It's amazing!!! Please check out their stuff too!! They create the coolest stuff!! (And tell them Z says hi!!)

So yes!! These are my AU design for Rayman's Lums, I wanted them to be unique from each other and represent something within the Glade!!

[spoocys-glade-of-dreams]

{Starter for @limblcss's Ramon}

Raymona had sent Ramon to run some errands for her while she took care of some chores back at home and looked after their three children. As he began the journey to return home, he could overhear the bushes on the path rustling, and even a stick cracking. Next thing he knew, he was ambushed by a group of Robot Pirates. Tossing him into a cage, they drag it to one of their flying boats to transport onto the pirate prison ship, The Buccaneer. His cage was dragged to a cell, where he was relocated. Free from the cage, but now in a larger cell with no way to escape.

He must have been in that cell for weeks. Any notches left in the cell would show it had been almost an entire month since he's been captured. Did anyone even know where he was? What would become of his family? Raymona, their children, his brothers? Would he ever see them again?

He felt the ship quake a little as it docked. Two Robot Pirates would enter his cell to place him back inside the cage and dragged him out of the ship. He was now in a massive trading port city. He was far from the glade, his home. It was like he was torn away from the life he knew all over again. Like a cruel cycle. The cage was set near some type of stage. There were various creatures with signs hanging from their necks.

Slaves. He was at a slave auction. The Admiral Razorbeard places a sign near his cage, showing that Ramon was going to be auctioned. Many strange humanoids he's never seen before would gawk and laugh. Commenting on how he was a clone or copy of Rayman, wondering if his cost would be more given he was being advertised as a ruthless killer. A few interested buyers would put their hands on him, holding his head by the chin to inspect his face and head. They would be interested in the limbless features too.

Everyone would freeze and turn to the port as they see an extravagant air ship dock at the port. They began to gossip amongst themselves.

"The Black Lum!" "The Black Lum has arrived!" "Something must be on sale that caught her interest!" "The richest captain!" "They say she can use lums to possess you like a puppet!" "I hear her very gaze can cause you to combust!"

Razorbeard's attention turned to the ship as well, he let out a dark chuckle as he began to rub his hands in a greedy fashion.

[kentosovertime]

𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕥; (n.) someone who only pretends to smile

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤… when geto and gojo grow apart, resulting in their break up, gojo finds friendship and belonging with you and when geto returns he decides he wants you for himself 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠… 5.1k wc, final chapter!, college!au series, satosugu, geto x gojo x afab!reader, explicit content and language, includes themes of manipulation, jealousy, angst, spiteful behavior, etc. toxic friendships, emotionally constipated men, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, praise, MMF threesome, unprotected sex, anal, multiple orgasms, teasing 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣… reblogs and likes are appreciated

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕩

Geto bounces his leg impatiently, waiting for Shoko to show up as he grips his coffee mug with white knuckles, his mind racing with plans, possibilities, a way to dig all of you out of this mess. But he doesn’t know if he has the strength or bravery to move forward with it. 

Satoru’s willingness to engage in the games Geto was playing wasn’t anticipated, he thought Satoru would put up walls and withdraw like normal.

He ends up staring into the middle distance, playing over every detail of the conversation you had with him that night. 

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By the time he carried you to his bed and let you curl into his side, you were crying again. Your hiccups sound in the closed space. 

“What’s bothering you, sweetheart?” He hummed low, gently rubbing your back in slow motions to help you calm your breathing. 

“Everything.” You croak, hiding your face in his chest in shame. You let Satoru touch you like that and somehow Suguru wasn’t yelling at you and kicking you on the curb. The shame flashes hotter, remembering how needy you were from just Satoru’s fingers. 

“You gotta give me more than that.” He says with a small chuckle, attempting to lift the mood but it only makes you cry harder, your face twisting in frustrations. “Baby girl, you can talk to me. I promise I’m not going to be mad at you. Let it out.”

“I’m pissed at both of you.” His eyes widen when he realizes that he’s somehow lumped into this and it isn’t just Satoru’s treatment of you. He feels you shudder as the words start pouring from your mouth. “I’m so god damn upset that he only realized that he wanted me after he couldn’t have me. I l-love him so much and I was f-fine to just be his friend, but I f-feel taken for granted. I decided a long time ago I wasn’t going to be one of his fangirls and it turns out I’m just something for him to be selfish over.” 

“Sweetheart… He’s not-” He starts and is cut off abruptly. 

“Don’t sweetheart me.” You snap suddenly, pulling away from him as you angrily wipe the wetness from your cheek. “Don’t defend him to me. And don’t think he’s the only one I’m upset with. What are you waiting for?” 

“W-waiting for…?” He trails off in confusion, his heart lurching with the idea that he may have been pushing you away when he desperately wants to keep you around. The dread in his stomach magnifies when he sees your face drop just the tiniest bit, your eyes starting to mist over again. 

“What is this to you?” Your voice cracks as you point between the two of you. “A-am I just something to d-distract you to get over him? Am I enough to fuck but not to ask out?”

“W-what?” His eyes widen and he sits up suddenly, pulling you into his lap where he can better cup your cheeks with both hands. He tries to stay calm, willing the fear that he was repeating his mistakes with Satoru with you. “(Y/N), baby, you are incredibly important to me. I haven’t said anything b-because I thought it was obvious and I didn’t want to overwhelm you… you’ve been so on edge with Satoru.”

“And what about you and him?” You lean into his touch, seeing the genuine panic in his eyes, his focus entirely on you and your needs. How could Satoru make you think that Suguru didn’t care for you?

“The two of us are… complicated.” He swallows around a lump in his throat, unable to avoid the elephant in the room anymore. He’s been so afraid that talking to you about this would only highlight all the things wrong with him and drive you away, but now the lack of communication was doing it for him instead. “He broke my heart a-and it’s still in pieces, but it’s healing. I can’t tell you that I don’t still love him, but that doesn’t mean I’m using you to get over him. Loving you is separate from that and if you want to be my girlfriend, I’ll take it gladly.” 

“You…” You stare at him in shock, a different type of moisture misting your eyes. “You love me?”

“I do.” He insists, resting his forehead against yours. “Desperately. I didn’t expect it, but I wouldn't be begging you to move in if I didn’t.”

“A-and you don’t care about… w-what happened? Really?” You check cautiously, wanting to make sure that you were both on the same page.

“I don’t care. I promise.” He assures you softly, peppering small kisses across your face. “You’ve just ended up stuck between the mess we have with each other… and can I be honest with you too?”

You nod quickly.

“I clearly didn’t establish any expectations of exclusivity with you and… it was kind of hot.” His cheeks flame at the admission, not wanting you to take it the wrong way. “Meaning I didn’t mind seeing you like that.”

“O-Oh?” You squeak, your face going crimson to match his. “I- Um-” 

He silences your stammering with the press of lips to yours, humming in appreciation when you respond immediately.

“No expectations, sweetheart.” He assures you softly, thumbing your cheek. “I just wanted to be clear.”  

“I just… I want the two of you to be ok.” Your eyes meet his, pleading, seeing how the pain has impacted the both of them. They’re both too important to you to continue to see them suffering.  “And I don’t want to be the reason that drives you further apart, Sugu’.”

“You won’t be. I’ll figure something out.” He reaches down and picks you up by your thighs, laying your back on the covers. “Now, do you want cuddles? Or for me to help finish what he started?”

“Both?” 

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Over the following weeks, Geto took his time to figure out how to approach what you had asked from him and it wasn’t easy. He watched you attempt not to be a jittery mess around Satoru. 

He knows you haven’t acted on the feelings he now knows you’re harboring, but he knows there’s going to be a breaking point. There were only so many heated stares you could dodge before he corners you somewhere again. 

He knows it's driving you up a wall and he knows from experience what being at the receiving end of that was like. When you come to him to blow off your sexual frustrations, he gladly meets those needs. He kept to himself how it heated his insides to picture you allowing Satoru to use you again, even as he teased you relentlessly for getting so hot for your best friend. 

Then there was the longing he continued to direct at Geto. It wasn’t new but it only complicated things. The mess had him ready to put his head through a wall and he was shocked it hadn’t descended into a fight at some point. 

He sighs into his mug absentmindedly and Shoko continues to level that accusing squint in his direction, willing him to spill what’s on his mind. 

“Out with it.” She demands after a moment of continued silence. 

“I’m still in love with Satoru.”

“Everyone knows that, Suguru.” She replies back plainly, examining her nails as if she’s bored. 

“But I’m obsessed with (y/n).” It’s his turn to squint at Shoko when she sighs heavily, like this is all a drag and he doesn’t need her here. Honestly, why did they go to her to moderate in the first place?

“Everyone is very aware of that.” She snorts, thinking about the amount of times over the past few months that someone in the group had caught you two together. First it was Gojo grumbling to her about seeing you making out on the couch, then Kento catching Geto bending you over the sink at some party they literally dragged him to, then there was Shoko who had the displeasure of catching you kneeling between his legs, letting him fuck your mouth. 

“Well does everyone know that Satoru cornered her in our kitchen and shoved his hands down her pants while he thought I was away at work?” He snips, happy when he sees Shoko’s face pale. “That’s what I thought. So forgive me if I need to talk this out.” 

Shoko is quiet for a long minute, mulling over the situation in her head, coming to the conclusion that Suguru likely had. 

“If you’re trying to pick, I don’t know why.” She hums thoughtfully. “We all hated when you broke up, I know there were issues but… maybe she’s what you need to balance each other out.” 

“And you think she’d be okay with it?” He chews his lip nervously, the last thing he wanted was to pressure into this type of relationship. “She said she… talks to you?” 

Shoko simply sits there, evaluating what she should tell him of what she knows. 

“She does. She… spoke with me when she was dealing with her feelings for Satoru. I still see that love when she looks at him, no matter how hard she tries to bury it. And she wouldn’t have been crying in my room about you if she didn’t feel the same. I think it's worth a try.”

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If you’re trying to pick, I don’t know why.

Those words become Geto’s driving force when he sets out to make this a reality. He could have your love and fix things with Satoru like you asked of him. And the two of you? You could be selfish with him and have everything you want. Geto wasn’t sure how you’d react, but he could easily talk you into the positives and he knows you’re dying for Satoru to touch you again. 

It was Satoru that was the wild card. Would he be able to look beyond their messy past and start again with a fresh start? 

There is something within Suguru that decides that he’s going to keep this plan all to himself. He wants to capture the moment you both crack and give into this in his mind. 

It's how you are pushed to ask Satoru to join your weekly movie night, Geto insisting that they should try to normalize hanging out again. And you want that desperately. 

At the end of the day it didn’t matter what Satoru was trying to do to steal you from Suguru, you just missed him. You missed his laugh, his teasing smile, and his company. It was as simple as the fact that you were incomplete without him in your life, you don’t know how Suguru has handled all of these months without him at his side. 

Geto is pouring your favorite drinks, the first for Satoru and the third for you. After the second drink, your body has finally relaxed enough to not be skittish when Satoru joins the two of you in the kitchen, plopping down the snacks he insisted on purchasing. 

“Popcorn directly from the movie theater for the spoiled princess.” He snorts and slides the pail of popcorn down the kitchen counter before shedding his hoodie to remain in his mouth watering gray sweats and t-shirt. “Woah… slow down on the drinks and let me catch up! You ate right? Suguru, tell me she actually remembered to eat.” 

You feel both of them level an assessing stare as you choke on your drink, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. 

“I had a granola bar around noon?” You supply unhelpfully and snatch your popcorn before they can take it from you. “I’m fine. The only light weight here is Sugu’ anyway.” 

He groans loudly at the teasing and wordlessly takes his drink and searches the cabinet for his own snack. 

“That’s what happens when you miss all the parties.” Satoru joins in with you, loving the opportunities that Geto drops his guard enough to be affected by teasing. “You know there was a party where (y/n) threw up all over Kento’s loafers when he went to pick her up? Ow-!”

“You said you’d never talk about that!” You yell and Satoru hisses and rubs at his arm with a heavy pout, a look of dramatic betrayal playing in his gaze as you smack him to shut him up, your embarrassment apparent. 

“Aw come on, sweetheart.” Geto chuckles and hands Satoru his own drink. “You can’t dish it and not take it back.” 

You roll your eyes and grab Suguru’s arm to tug him to the couch, settling at his side and leaning against his chest. By the time you’ve melted into his chest, clutching your popcorn happily, Satoru appears from the kitchen with his half finished drink and a grin. 

“Let me in!” He whines and nudges your popcorn out of the way, crawling along the sectional until his cheek is pressed against the top of your leg, his arms wrapped around your thigh as he uses it as a pillow. 

You freeze in place, your hands hovering in the air, tensing at the position that used to be familiar between the two of you. Geto notes your worked up form and gently rubs your hip, calming you down as much as possible, he doesn’t want you to get spooked. 

A small shiver works through you as Satoru thumbs the fabric of your pants, nuzzling into you with a content sigh. You allow him to get comfortable, getting used to the feeling of having him close again, even as he places a chaste kiss to your thigh. 

Satoru has never been able to sit through a movie and soon you and Suguru are treated to the sound of his light snoring. He subconsciously kneads at you, feeling you in his sleep as he mumbles unintelligibly as he soaks in your warmth. You grit your teeth, trying to concentrate on the movie as your center throbs. 

Why the fuck do you still want him so badly? It was like you never came down from the orgasm he almost pulled out of you.

“Why so horny, sweetheart?” Geto grins into your ear with a coo, enjoying how you don’t even realize you’re squirming against him. God he bets you’re soaked.. 

“M’not…” You mumble, keeping your eyes glued to the screen where Geto can’t see your rising blush. 

“You keep trying to press your thighs together…” He points out with an amused whisper. “And your hands are twitching. Go on… He loves his hair to be pulled.” 

You’re unable to contain the shudder as his hot breath caresses your skin, his nose sensually traveling up the expanse of your neck before he kisses behind your ear.

“Geto.” You grumble sternly, dropping the use of your nickname for him, communicating your denial of his request. You weren’t going to toy with your best friend just because it got your boyfriend self admittedly hot.

“Awww.” He pouts, a mockery of Satoru’s earlier action. “I know you want to… and I want to watch you do it.” 

“Stop trying to cause more trouble.” You murmur as you turn to look over your shoulder to see his darkened gaze. A small frown graces your features as you chastise him. “You’re both terrible.”

“But I think we all need this, no?” He purrs, slowly kneading your hips in the way he knows turns you on as he kisses your neck with more force pulling soft, needy sighs from you. Geto uses the distraction to take hold of your wrists, using them to set your hands in his hair.

He watches greedily as you tentatively scratch at Satoru’s scalp, but growls low in frustration when you don’t do as he asks. You shriek as you feel Geto’s teeth sink harshly into your neck, making you jolt, your hands clenching and tugging at Satoru’s strands so hard it jolts him awake. 

The man wakes with a throaty moan, followed by a hiss when you dig into his scalp harder, your eyes fluttering shut and rolling back when he watches Geto sink his teeth deeper and reach around to grope at your breasts under your shirt. 

“‘Toru-” You whine needily for him, trying to pull him closer to stop the burning inside of you. “Please.”

He starts to move but then falters, his wide eyes flick up to where Geto is sucking purple splotches onto your skin and find the dark haired man already staring him down. Geto hums in appreciation when seeing Satoru fall back into their normal dynamic, submission suits him so well.

He used to obey him so easily. He wonders if he still would after everything that’s happened. 

“Go on, ‘Toru.” Geto sloppily laps at the marks he’s left on your neck, making you writhe closer to your best friend. “Our baby girl needs you, too.”

He follows Geto’s command without hesitation, righting himself as he rises from your lap and immediately reaching to toss your shirt across the room. 

“Fuck-” He groans in appreciation, seeing Geto palm your bare breast, your bra no where in sight. He falls forward, bracing his palm on the couch by Geto’s head as his mouth engulfs your other nipple, circling his tongue in time with his grip on your thigh.

“Stop teasing.” You plead, the heat in your body rising rapidly with the feeling of two sets of hands on your skin.  

“You’re going to deny him his fun?” Geto coos, stopping his administration on your tit so slide a hand down your center, deftly pushing past the hem of your leggings and panties with practiced ease. “Let him savor you and I’ll take care of this needy cunt.” 

“I could do that instead.” Satoru muses before switching to your neglected breast, using his free hands to grapple with your pants, working them down your legs so Geto can work you with greater freedom. He moans loudly when he’s finally met with the sight of your bare center, you’re so lewd laid out naked like this while they were both fully clothed.

“I don’t think so, ‘Toru.” Geto reprimands him before he can get any ideas, he’s not the one in charge right now. “Let her watch you strip while I get her ready for you. She’ll need it for how big you are.” 

You feel Geto shift, but continue his hand’s descent until he’s drawing lazy circles around your clit. He settles you in between his spread legs, the hardened length of his cock pressing hotly into your back as he slaps your legs apart, widening them to give Satoru an unhindered view when he sinks three fingers into your dripping center. 

You arch into Suguru, your eyes crossing as you feel the stretch followed by the rhythmic thrusting in and out of your tight walls. 

Your eyes fly open at a sharp tug of your hair only to be greeted to the sight of Satoru’s chiseled chest as he drops his t-shirt to the floor, followed up by his sweats, leaving him in only his briefs which outline a truly impressive boner.

“See something you like?” He smirks when Geto takes the opportunity to tease your sweet spot so you can’t even stammer out an answer with how quickly your high is building. “Maybe your boyfriend will let me eat your pretty pussy, angel. You look like you need my mouth to make it all better, hm?”

“Please make it better. I want you t-to make m-me c-cum finally.” You croak out squirming on Geto’s fingers when they suddenly still. 

“What? My fingers aren’t good enough for you anymore?” He teases with a grin, revealing in how you choke and sniffle, a stray tear of frustration at losing the stimulation escaping the corner of your eye. 

“Baby. Y-you know they a-are-” You stammer, your hips bucking to try to fuck yourself onto them. 

“Then you can cum for me instead.” His voice is commanding and absolute as he bullies them back inside of you, not stopping, even when your walls flutter around his digits, and even when you scramble to force his hand away, pushing at his wrist in a panic. 

“Stop!” You sob, feeling everything build without snapping, the frantic press of his fingers and Satoru’s heated gaze too much for your body to handle. “I’m g-gonna-” 

Satoru watches with rapt fascination, forcing your legs to stay apart as your body tenses and your back forms the perfect arch as you soak Geto’s wrist, more wetness joining the rest as he pulls every ounce of your orgasm out of your forcefully. 

“Good baby.” Geto coos, down at you while you tremble, small hiccups flying from you at the slightest stimulation. “So good I’m gonna let him be the one to fuck you. Maybe he’ll be a good boy for me after so long and I’ll let him pump you full of his cum. I know how wild it makes you feel as it drips out of you. Tell ‘Toru how much you want it.”

He wretches your face to the side, gripping your cheeks meanly so you’re staring at Satoru who, at some point, lost his briefs and was palming the length of his cock, unable to handle the lack of stimulation any longer. 

“What are you waiting for?” He smirks at how helpless you look in his exes grip, slowing the pace of his hand. Smirking when you shake your head just slightly. “Come on now… you weren’t so shy when you were begging to cum on my fingers. Let him hear how badly you want his ex, angel.” 

“Please, ‘Toru.” You cry out, your eyes watering at how badly you want him. “I w-want you so badly. Please-” 

“Sugu’, move out of the way.” He grumbles low, the couch dipping below the weight of his knees he settles between your spread leg, hooking his arms around your thighs to tug you down the couch towards him. 

Your breath hitches at the ease in which he moves you, you cheeks flaming when he presses your thighs towards your chest to get a full look at you, the tip of his cock hovering over you before it trails through your folds to smear the wetness that Geto forced from you. 

In a fit of frustration, you claw at his hip and attempt to reach for him, managing to grasp his length and pump it firmly before a second set of hands close around your wrists, forcing them off of him. 

“Sugu’ let me-” Your needy whine transitions to a loud moan as his hands press your wrists to the couch cushion above your head. “Let me go!” 

“You’re in the way of me watching him bully his cock into you, sweetheart.” He tuts at you like you’re an immature child, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of you spread open for Satoru, the sight even better than he imagined. He brings his eyes back to your hazy, misty ones, his cock twitching in his pants when you continue to struggle. “Besides he’s bigger than me and I know how you are. You’ll squirm around until the stretch makes you go limp.” 

“I don’t c-care. I wanna touch hi- oh my fuck-!” A scream rips from your throat when Satoru takes the opportunity of your distraction to shove his cock into you in one swift motion, meeting resistance as he forces his considerable length to bottom out, slamming against your cervix. 

“H-how are you still so fucking tight?” He groans and rears back to shove himself into you even harder, forcing your walls to accommodate him. “Sugu’ not fuck you good enough, angel?”

“He- fuck- he f-fucks me just f-fine-” You manage to squeak out as your hips try to squirm away only to be pinned in place when he completely manages to place you in a press, making you feel him all the way in your throat. 

“Not good enough?” Geto raises an eyebrow, his tone firm and domineering as he puppeteers Satoru with practiced ease. “Keep holding her down. I’ll be back.”

You start to panic as he stands and disappears into his room, leaving you alone with Satoru who’s using the time to shoot you a feral grin, suddenly speeding up, clapping the skin of his hips against yours. 

“All alone, angel.” He coos down at you, thriving at how you attempt to claw at him now that your hands are free but are unable to with the position he has you folded into. “Always knew you’d end up screaming on my cock. Who knew Sugu’ would stop being such a selfish prude with you.” 

“Shit-” You erupt in shudders, feeling yourself teeter at the edge again, sobbing in desperation to see how it feels to cum around him. “Fuck, ‘Toru- Harder please!” 

Your vision goes white when his thrusts turn bruising, and don’t stop, even as you try desperately to find yourself in the cloudiness of your mind. 

“Come on, angel. You can give me more than that.” Satoru’s face breaks into a feral grin, watching your skin ripple with each snap of his hips. Geto was right, you really do go limp when you’re dicked down properly. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect for me, angel. You take my cock so good, baby.” 

You’re barely able to register when Geto returns, tossing something on the couch, too busy being fucked within an inch of unconsciousness by a pussy drunk Satoru. When Geto kneels on the floor next to where your body is prone, it jolts you, making your cunt squeeze harshly down on Satoru’s length, pulling a hiss from the man. 

“Sweetheart…” He coos low in your ear, learning forward to whisper in your ear so only you can hear. Goosebumps run down your body at the heat that courses through you. “Can I fuck Satoru while he fucks you?”  

He was proud of you for stepping forward with Satoru, but that doesn’t mean you were ok with Geto fucking anyone but you. He hums in appreciation as your misty eyes flick to his face in shock before a particularly brutal snap of Satoru’s hips combined with the mental image of Geto dominating the man

“Oh god!” You thrash wildly, your chest heaving in the attempts to suck down breaths while you cum again.Your pleas bleed together in a string of sobs. “Pleasepleaseplease-” 

“Tsk tsk, angel. I’m not done y-” Satoru starts, thinking you’re begging him to stop, but he’s been waiting for you for months, he’s not about to let this end now. His hips stutter when Geto stands suddenly and pushes his bottoms to the floor before grabbing what he threw behind Satoru. “W-What are you-? Ah!” 

You’re crushed beneath the weight of your best friend as Geto kneels behind him and grips the back of his neck, shoving him forward and holding him there. 

“God, you look so much better bent over.” Geto praises hotly, using the lube he snatched with one hand, fisting it along the length of his cock before smearing it between Satoru’s cheeks. “Fucking missed this..”

Satoru’s breath shudders out of him at the first press of Geto’s cock to his back entrance before he pushes himself in steadily, not stopping to give him time to adjust as he bottoms out and grabs his hip, keeping Satoru’s head forced down as he snaps his hips forward. 

“Sugu’” He whines needily, doing a complete change from the cocky, domineering man who was pulling orgasm after orgasm out of. His body relaxes, allowing himself to be forced to lay on top of you as Geto makes himself at home inside of him, panting hotly into the crook of your neck, needily pawing at your hips as an anchor.

“Gonna use you to make her cum, ‘Toru.” Geto gives a deep groan, the vibration rolling through the three of you as he allows Satoru to rock back against him, pushing back into his ass to jolt him forward, his twitching cock leaving against your cervix. “You’re a good toy for us, baby. Such a good boy.” 

You clench at the whimper that comes from Satoru, another orgasm rapidly approaching. Geto, ever attentive, reaches around Satoru to search for your clit, locating it with ease. 

“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart.” He grunts in between his pants, urging Satoru to hit the spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “Give us one more, love.” 

“F-fuck I’m gonna cum in you, angel.” Satoru’s head burrows into your neck with a guttural groan, biting into your skin, his hands groping at every inch of your skin, trapped between his two favorite feelings in the world; the stretch Suguru was giving him and the searing warmth of your cunt. 

With Satoru’s lips on your skin, your mouth falls open with a silent scream as your body tenses in on itself and snaps. The clamping of your walls around him, sucking him deeper spurs him to shove as deep as possible before allowing himself to empty himself into you with a satisfied shiver, barely holding himself up to not crush you as Geto finally starts fucking into him in earnest. 

“Gonna beg for it like you used to, ‘Toru?” He grins at his laborious breathing and your overstimulated, high pitched whines. “Come on. Put us all out of our misery.” 

“Please, Sugu’” He pants, his voice cracking before he licks his chapped lips. “Please g-give it to me. S’been too long, please.”

“Who’s fault is that?” Geto growls and grits his teeth, willing his orgasm to hold until he can pull this out of the two of you. “Doesn’t have to be like this. Come back to me, be with us.” 

“P-please, Satoru… w-want us to all be okay.” You cup Satoru’s cheeks as overstimulate tears soak your cheek, seeing everything that Suguru has done for the three of you. 

“Fuck-” He lurches, his hips spasming as he empties into you for the second time, his cock spurting into you uncontrollably and control his answer. “Yes. I want you b-both-” 

You slam your lips to Satoru’s, swallowing his moans when Geto slams into one last time, filling his ass with his cum. Slowly, Satoru’s breathing returns to normal as your tongues twirl each other’s lazily, only interrupted when Geto pulls Satoru’s head back, tangling his hands in his hair to give him a kiss filled with longing, passion, and all the unstated love he’s held back since their split. 

Being able to see them both in the way they should be with each other fills your heart with warmth, knowing it can only get better for you all from here.

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[yumedoca]

I love how they make you understand his worry (and loneliness) in these scenes showing us things he's usually used to Lum being around. He doesn't say anything about his thoughts, yet you can still feel it (which makes for a good buildup to their moment later on).

This episode actually made me realize that this story is, in fact, very similar to episode 10's 'Since your parting'. Both stories have Lum being unable to be with Ataru because of some apparent reason and having Ataru miss her presence (plus, worry about her in this one). These stories are kind of like a pair like that (and now that I think about it, these aren't the only ones) but the difference is how Ataru deals with the situation. In 'Since your parting', Ataru genuinely cried himself to sleep because he thought Lum left him. But when she returned, being the tsundere he is, he acts as if didn't miss her at all. But in this story, you can see how much he's grown. This time Ataru pretends not to take it seriously for a short while, but the worry gets to him quickly and eventually to the point where he drops that pride of his and apologizes. And since Lum didn't turn around or reply because she couldn't understand him, he ended up reaching his limit causing him to openly tear up in front of her while hugging her (he didn't need to do that but he did it anyways ♥). The character development here is obvious and it shows how much he's changed and that he is now at a point where Lum is much more important to him than his pride and hiding his feelings.. showing us another moment of growth for Ataru.

(BTW, I've talked about this story previously over here too!!)

[sag-dab-sar]

Making Sense of Incense: A Guide to Conifers in Sumerian Incense

This is on r/sumer 5 years ago by u/spectres_and_vectors LINK

*Note: This is NOT mine. This is a reddit post I want to save. The OP has deleted their account so I cannot ask for reposting rights— but I think its excellent so want to save it. Formatting is closest I could get to reddit's formatting.

Introduction and scope.

𒃻𒁲

There is surprisingly limited information on the use of incense in Sumerian religious practice, in spite of its key importance in the Sumerian ritual. What incense did the Sumerians actually use, and how might a reconstructionist practitioner emulate this incense accurately in their own rituals?

In this short piece, I take a glance at incense and conifers in the Sumerian literature, use an ecological approach to identify the relevant conifers, and propose genus-oriented recommendations for choosing oils with which to make one's own incense.

I conclude that incense derived from any one or a number of species in the Cupressaceae and Pinaceae families is suitable for the contemporary Mesopotamian polytheist.

By no means is this meant to be an academically rigorous investigation. I'm simply trying to provide an "incense framework" for the community, disseminate information, and clear up some confusion about the modern essential oil market.

On this subreddit, a number of incenses have been proposed for rituals: juniper, cedar, myrrh, cypress, and frankincense. In her book, Kitchen Witchery: A Compendium of Oils, Unguents, Incense, Tinctures & Comestibles (Weiser Books, San Francisco, CA: 2002), Marilyn F. Daniel prescribes the following recipe:

Babylonian/Sumerian Incense

3 parts Cedar

2 parts Juniper

2 parts Cypress

2 parts Tamarisk

This incense is burned during Babylonian and Sumerian magical rites, or when attuning with deities such as Inanna, Enlil, Marduk, and Tiamat.

This source, of course, should be taken with a grain of salt, but is nonetheless consistent with the recommendations given within this community.

For simplicity, I will confine my scope to just cedar, cypress, and juniper. Neither the ePSD nor ETCSL return results for frankincense or myrrh, and tamarisk essential oil is not commercially available. (For the curious, tamarisk refers to the Tamarix genus, which is also known as salt cedar.)

Incense in the Sumerian literature.

The Sumerian word for incense is na-izi, to be read na-de3, with cuneiform 𒈾𒉈. A search of the ETCSL for "incense" turns up only 7 results. Of these, only 3 co-occur with a named tree—either juniper or cedar. For example (emphasis mine):

Everybody hastens to holy Inana. For my lady in the midst of heaven the best of everything is prepared (?). In the pure places of the plain, at its good places, on the roofs, on the rooftops, the rooftops of the dwellings (?), in the sanctuaries (?) of mankind, incense offerings like a forest of aromatic cedars are transmitted to her. – A šir-namursaĝa to Ninsiana for Iddin-Dagan (Iddin-Dagan A), Lines 142–147, 2.5.3.1, ETCSL

Thus, we can conjecture that both cedar and juniper were used for incense in Sumerian rituals.

Let's assemble a short glossary for the genera of interest using the ePSD:

cedar, 136 instances, ĝešerin, cuneiform 𒄑𒂞, to be read eren;

cypress, 8 instances, ĝeššu-ur2-men2, cuneiform 𒄑𒋗𒌫𒈨, to be read šu-ur2-me; and

juniper, 14 instances, ĝešza-ba-lum, cuneiform 𒄑𒍝𒁀𒈝, to be read za-ba-lum.

Within our body of literature, cedar features the most prominently; cypress and juniper, not so much. Therefore, a reconstructionist may wish to use just cedar for their incense, or make cedar the principal component.

Is there a case to be made for incense prepared from cypress? If we assume that incenses were made from oils extracted from conifers, perhaps. For example (emphasis mine):

Softened with the finest oils, softened with the finest oils -- for her let the finest oils be brought! So that she can be softened with the finest oils, let flowing oil be brought for her. For my beautiful ……, who is luxuriance, for my lady Ninsirsir, Ama-ugu-kuku, for my lady sitting in wine, for Ninisina sitting in wine, to make the fire blaze in the sky; for my lady bathing like a swallow, let cedar oil and cypress oil, and cedar oil, the aromatic which is beloved of the gods, and šimgig oil, and …… oil, and holy cow's butter and dairy cow's milk, and ghee brought from the holy cattle-pen and milk brought from (?) the sheepfold, oils wafting up into the heart of heaven like aromatic resins, and ligidba plant oil and white cedar oil -- let them all glisten on her! – A šir-namšub to Ninisina (Ninisina B), Lines 1–15, 4.22.2, ETCSL

Thus, cypress could be a viable incense component, but there is no direct evidence for its use for this purpose. Nonetheless, I will keep it as an option as we proceed, as both cypress and juniper are part of the same family.

Genera and species.

Our next task is to determine the species of each conifer that was used for incense. In other words, what exactly do we mean when we use terms like "cedar", "cypress", and "juniper"?

To identify each species, I will use ecological arguments that center on the distribution of conifers in the Mediterranean. This section relies heavily on Aljos Farjon's A Handbook of the World's Conifers.

Cedar (Cedrus): Cedrus libani, or Lebanon cedar. This species is native to the Eastern Mediterranean and forms both pure and mixed forests with junipers and pines.

Cypress (Cupressus): Cupressus sempervirens, or Mediterranean cypress. This species is also native to the Eastern Mediterranean and may be found in maquis shrubland and pine or juniper woodland.

Juniper (Juniperus): Juniperus excelsa, or Greek juniper. This species is found in South-eastern Europe, the Caucasus, Central Asia, and West Asia, among other regions. Importantly, Juniperus excelsa co-occurs with both Cedrus libani and Cupressus sempervirens.

It is therefore possible that all three of these species were co-distributed in Sumerian times, in which case they would have shared applications, e.g., the production of incense, among other things.

Navigating the modern essential oil landscape.

Suppose that you would like to create an essential oil blend containing cedar, cypress, and juniper, with which you will make incense. What are your options? Ideally, you'll want to source essential oils corresponding to the species in the previous section. If this is not possible, you'll want to approximate those using another species within the same genus.

Cedar (Cedrus)

Complicating the reconstructionist's task is that oils marketed as "Cedar (Essential) Oil" or "Cedarwood (Essential) Oil" are derived principally from Juniperus and sometimes Cupressus trees, but not Cedrus trees. Juniper trees are plentiful and invasive in the United States and are suitable for large-scale commercial production of essential oil. In contrast, true cedars are found only in the Old World. Moreover, species such as Cedrus libani and Cedrus atlantica are presently classified as vulnerable and endangered, respectively, by the IUCN 3.1.

I would recommend essential oil derived from Cedrus deodara, or Himalayan cedar, which is available commercially as "Cedarwood Himalayan Essential Oil" from a number of suppliers. As the name suggests, this species is native to the Himalayas, and can be found in Eastern Afghanistan, North-western Pakistan, and other regions.

Cypress (Cupressus)

Essential oil derived from Cupressus sempervirens is available commercially and marketed as "Cypress Oil" or "Cypress Essential Oil".

Juniper (Juniperus)

Any essential oil marketed as "Cedar (Essential) Oil" or "Cedarwood (Essential) Oil" derived from the Juniperus genus is appropriate. For example, my "Cedarwood Oil" is derived from Juniperus virginiana, the most common source. On the other hand, searching for "Juniper Essential Oil" is not a productive endeavour because most of your results will be related to extracts of the juniper berry, not the juniper tree itself.

What's realistic?

The distribution of conifers in the Mediterranean is highly diverse. Furthermore, our historical records of the use of incense and our interpretation thereof are necessarily limited at this time. Thus, I propose that Mesopotamian reconstructionists should feel comfortable using incense derived from any one or number of species in the Cupressaceae (i.e., cypress, juniper) and Pinaceae (i.e., cedar) families. For the meticulous, suggested species include Cedrus deodara, Cupressus sempervirens, and Juniperus virginiana, none of which are presently vulnerable, endangered, or critically endangered, and all of whose oils are commercially available.

𒊩𒌆𒀭𒀭𒈹

Bibliography.

Farjon, Aljos. A Handbook of the World’s Conifers, Volume 1, 2nd ed. Koninklijke Brill NV, Leiden, The Netherlands: 2017.

[sweetlummie]

Sweetlummie’s Masterlist

!!! My content is 18+ if you’re a minor go away !!!

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Legend: Smut ♡ Angst ☾ Fluff ☁︎ Dark/ish ⚠︎

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Series:

Creep (On going) ⚠︎ Creep!Joel (ON HIATUS)

❥ You move in with your dad in your adult years and when Sarah comes back from college you both spend some time together, little did you know her dad has been eyeing you since your return.

Creep (pt.1) ♡ Werido (pt.2) ♡ ☾

The Hell Am I Doing Here? (pt.3) ♡ ☾

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The Man That I Love (Complete)

❥ You love Joel and want to tell him how you feel, though you’re unsure if your love is unrequited.

The Man That I love (pt.1) ☾ He Knows That I Love Him (pt.2) ☾ ☁︎

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One-Shots:

Bunny ☁︎ ⚠︎

❥ Joel Miller loves his little tomboy bunny.

King Nothing ☾

❥ Joel Miller is a man of many regrets, especially now when it comes to you.

So Tired ☾ ☁︎

❥ You’ve been struggling with so many things that one night it just makes you cry. But don’t fret Joel Miller is there to save the day.

Rainbow ☾ ☁︎

❥ You’re struggling with your mental health and you receive a visit from an unexpected guest.

Pretty Boy ♡ ☁︎

❥ You take care of your lover Joel after a long and tiring day.

Sad Little Girl ☾ ☁︎

❥ Joel is observes a change in your person completely and hopes that you’ll open up to him.

Pretty Pink Bows ♡☁︎

❥ You wearing pink bows has an interesting effect on Joel.

Incoming Call… ♡ ⚠︎ semi-Creep!Joel

❥ You were heavily attracted to Joel. You ask for his Instagram one day but little do you know he’s been stalking you on there for a while.

Plushie ♡

❥ Joel walks in on you having fun with your plushie.

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Javier Peña (Narcos)

Series:

Muñequita

❥ You’re Javier’s sweet girlfriend and you both decided to spice up things in the bedroom, deciding to involve his work partner Steve.

Prologue ♡ ☁︎

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Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey (Kingsman: The Golden Circle)

One-shots:

Doll ☁︎ ☾

❥ Agent Whiskey simply uses women to keep his bed warm, he has no intentions of having something serious with any of them. That is until he meets you.

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Lum Thots:

Masterlist

❥ A collection of thots I have on Joel in different situations

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Misc./Doodles

My raider!joel doodles (@toxicanonymity)

My raider!joel doodles pt.2 (@toxicanonymity)

Raider birthday doodle (@toxicanonymity)

Raider moodboards (@toxicanonymity)

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[katiekatdragon27]

I was listening to "All Eyes on Me" and "Respectless" during a car ride and had an epiphany.

Progress shots and lore below cut:

OK OK BEFORE WE START THIS IS VERY HEADCANONED BASED.

Design choices and character motivations are very much based on my own hcs (such as Wizard being woman, Wizard being Ales's twin and having his hair as a result, the whole Rabiteen/Hopiteensy lore situation, Bad Rayman and Goth being homies, etc.) I love self-indulgence, what can I say?

Here is a synposis since ik most of you looooooooove my essays below my posts:

This AU takes place between Origins and Legends. Instead of Goth being the 4th player, it's Wizard (like in the concept art). She and Ales are the magician twins that Polokus talks about when pulling on his beard in Origins.

During Origins, Wizard and Ales are working together to harvest lum magic. However, the two of them are not that good at it. So, Ales has the brilliant idea to have Wizard hang out with Rayman and help convince him to help with lum collection. The game proceeds as normal, until they get to Moody Clouds.

While the build is falling apart, the Raygang, minus Wizard, fall to the groud bc of a magic spell Ales casted while they were all busting it down. They fall asleep in the random-ass tree they're found sleeping on in Legends and that's why they're all out of the plot. Wizard, fueled on anger and betrayal of her brother's evil plans, chases his ass onto the ship and stops it from hitting the giant lum ball. Ales thinks his sister is protecting him, but then gets socked in the gut and thrown in a cage. Wizard then hijacks the ship and returns to the port in Moody Clouds, leaving Ales in a dark basement under his office. She returns to the lum ball and considers letting all the lums go but goes back on that decision and decides to keep them.

By enhancing some of Ales's mechanics (all of it is fueled with lums) with her natural strong magic, she goes on a massive power high, capturing all the remaining yellow lums on her own. She then turns her attention to the blue lums.

The ones that are inside of people.

At first, she goes for objectively bad people. The baddies who beat up all the teensies in Teensies in Trouble and so on, but then goes for the bigger fish. The fish like Jano. And she wins. Kills his ass so fast. It's terrifying.

She then starts trying to get the Fairy Council in on her tech and lum magic usage. No one (especially Betilla) vibe with this, cuz they're too busy looking for Rayman or a replacement. She then shows of her Jano kill and everyone is utterly flabbergasted. All the teensies are onboard tho, so that's a win. They start doing public executions of bad nightmares and dreams. Then... it turns into executing people who dislike executions or people who just dislike Wizard in general.

(This is the point where she starts dressing like this. The orange is a ref to her old concept art and the purple with yellow is pieces of Jano's hat she turned into cloths. Also, the stick's not wood. It's actually very strong steel that is incredibly sharp.)

Fun times.

The fairies really don't vibe with any of this, especially Voodoo Mama and Betilla, but for different reasons. For VM, it's because her populations are in dwindling numbers at this point. For Betilla, it's because the lack of lums is stunting/destroying the growth of the Glade and is lowkey incapacitating Polokus. The two of them then come together to figure out a way to stop this girl. They decide to recruit two individuals, a young looking Rayman clone that Betilla remembers a certain dark magic user creating, and a little nightmare teensy who is a massive nerd when it comes to lums. Those being bad Rayman (Shadi) and Goth Teensy.

We love recruiting kids to kill grown ass baddies cuz the authority figures are all shit at figuring their own problems out.

Together, the two of them, plus some other figures like First King and Rabbiteen, go to fight this overpowered scary woman who could easily smite them if she wanted. Good luck soldiers🫡🫡

I have more, but I'm still working on the story not bc I'm lazy noooo neeeeeverrrr.

Anyways, have a lovely day :))

[chernobylcatfish09]

Howdy hey are you looking for music recommendations from someone who couldn’t tell good taste if it hit them in the face? You are in good luck /j (bout the shit music taste) I’m not listing every name I’m sorry but that’s too much for even me

Album: Pale machine -Bo en, Because I’m young and arrogant and hate everything you stand for- Machine girl, Hawaii part II, People who can eat people are the luckiest people in the world, from rotting fantasylands, Public Void,

Songs:Kanpai funk, La salle de Bain, I wanna be your boyfriend, it almost worked, cats on mars, angel- Newdad, headlock, weird fishes/arpeggi, Study me, Kira Killer, and time back -Zutomayo, Fukouna girl, are you still listening, 99.9, 99, Baka Mitai, Enough for you -Wisp, tongues and teeth, goodbye my danish sweetheart, a pearl, townie, any Mitski song tbh, Wild side, Touch Tone Telephone, Dinner is not over, Milk, Fly away, Idol -Yoasobi, Impacto, Writing on the wall, I know- girls rituals, Waving my dick in the wind-Ween, Bay city-Junko Yagami, Yona yona Dance, Hip -mamamoo, cyan hardcore, 4:00 A.M -Taeko Onuki, Hyururirapappa, Hai yorokonde, Gera Gera Po (Yokai watch ending theme),Wanted Wanted- Mrs green apple, melancholy kitchen, The Moon will sing, Love like you, Dear Arkansas daughter, Suki suki Daisuki, lum no love, dark beach, back room labyrinth, Vulture Culture - Fangclub, John take me with you, bimbo doll, Christmas kids, heart for brains, comfort of a laugh track, pork soda, Mary on a cross, Louise, Birds don’t sing, eat you-caravan of thieves, take a slice, s33k h3lp, dinner, Redmaggedon, not alot just forever, half return, forward beckon rebound,

OST (mainly just game titles): Minecraft, Undertale, Deltarune, Omori, Neon White, Yume Nikki, Dreams of an absolution, I am all of me, Bad apple (I haven’t played a single touhou game), I am gonna claw (out your eyes then drown you to death) - Hades II, Uwa so temperate,

Musicals (I don’t listen to many sorry): Epic, Ride the Cyclone,

Vocaloid (mainly producer names): Kikuo, Inabakumori, Wonder of wonder-Daniwell, Ghost (n pals), Echo, Confessions of a rotten girl, Jang San beom- 50mang, butchers vanity, Chronic wasting disease, Weathergirl, Love Ka, Common world domination, Something changed,

This list is just gonna be edited and added to, but feel free to to add recommendations

I will try to list trigger warnings and content warnings down here, but I will prob miss things, and is more so meant for the actual songs, I’m unsure about music videos, if they have one,)

Extremely loud at times, possibly jumpscare: Because I’m young and arrogant and hate everything you stand for, Infinite potentiality (RePorpoised Phantasies album, by machine girl), some epic the musical transitions (one that comes to mind is Suffering into Different beast), some Yume Nikki songs (haven’t listened to them all)

Violence: tongues and teeth (vaguely), bad bad things - ajj (on an album), Jangsan Beom, I am gonna claw (yours eyes out and drown you to death),

Suicidal themes: It almost worked, Dinner is not over, Fukouna girl (possibly)

Death:Milk, some kikuo songs (I’ll need to look to clarify)

[phantomguild]

Destiny sits at the end of the bar, idly stirring a glass of lum juice with a straw as she thinks back on everything that's occurred over her long journey. How things might've turned out if she hadn't been so desperate.

She knew from experience that many events across the timeline were immutable no matter how or what she tried. One of those was her great mistake that, even now, continues to ripple across the universe. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she just ditches the straw and straight up chugs the whole thing, setting the glass back down afterwards, no matter how tempting it was to just slam it. Didn't need to go breaking anything else.

She could perhaps use a conversation to get these feelings out, or some general cheering up.

(Also if anyone wants an ask, just reply to this. Though I'd definitely appreciate an event ask in return since my inbox is pretty cleared of those atm.)