#i called him lord burner. it's his name.

[i-am-become-a-name]

ohohohohoho early gallifrey audios. queen, beloved queen, bastard and other bastard times. also k9.

[achaotichuman]

A Court of Song and Desolation Rewritten

Almost a year and three months ago, I published the first chapter of A Court of Song and Desolation (then named Get Out While You Still Can (Please Don't Leave Me)

But since then, my life has done a complete 180, my writing has changed and I lost track of ACOSAD, in the end I put it on the back burner and have neglected it.

However, I am extremely attached to this fic, the characters, the plot, the story, and I wanted to try and do it justice. So, this is the rewritten version. The old version is still up to be read but it will not longer be updated. I hope you guys enjoy this version of it! (link for AO3 at bottom of the post)

(Main) POVs

Tamlin

Lucien Vanserra

Elain Archeron

Koschei

Azriel

(Main) Relationships

Tamlin x Lucien Vanserra

Azriel x Eris Vanserra

Elain Archeron x Gwyneth Bedara

Koschei x Male Character

Summary

In the low lamplight, I was free Heaven and hell were words to me When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth Work Song: Hozier

It's been a year since the final battle of Hybern, and Spring remains in ruin. Darkness fabrics the land as its High Lord rots forgotten. Lucien, being unable to stand the distance growing between him and the male he once called his closest friend, decides to bring him to the Human Lands. But soon, a new threat tied to Koschei begins to unearth itself, promising to uproot Prythian entirely, and it has set its eyes on Tamlin.

Elain Archeron is lost to her dreams and visions, reality blurring, time and space intertwining and unravelling. Memories of who she once was are twisted now, and a woman from her past has been haunting her. After meeting Mintheal and Emerald, two escapees from the Hewn City, she decides it's beyond time to step beyond the Night Court and take fate into her own hands.

The Death God Koschei is the last threat left to eliminate, no one has yet seen the strings that move him, and the puppet master has decided its their time to come out from behind the curtain.

Dm or reply in notes if you want to be tagged for updates (:

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Popular Danmei Character Tournament

CWs: object insertion, sex, death mention, alcohol, slight spoilers

Bichen from the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

Lan Wangji’s sword and main weapon 

Sometimes personified (mainly by ZeldaCW, I believe)

Submission: the source of some of the stupidest discourse i have ever seen, and for that I can only applaud it. an icon. a legend. bichen IS the moment. now cmon now

*long-suffering sigh* Yes, this is also the sword Wei Wuxian stuck up his ass in the Incense Burner Extra (Chapter 119). And the sword Wei Wuxian believed Lan Wangji was claiming when he pointed at himself, and Lan Wangji called him, “Mine” (Chapter 31). 

Was submitted as a joke and has somehow beaten Jin Guangyao from the same novel. Vote to increase their death count <2

Zhou Zishu from Faraway Wanderers and Lord Seventh / Qi Ye

The MC of Faraway Wanderers / Word of Honor

In Lord Seventh, he works under the Crown Prince Helian Yi as the leader of Tian Chuang

Leaves Tian Chuang, a secret organization under the Crown Prince, after his junior brother (Liang/Qin Jiuxiao) dies, and gets wasted as a beggar until he’s tasked with a young boy named Zhang Chengling’s safety

[stillfrownyclownlol]

You know what, actually drunk me was onto smth with that SBG Church demon I dont fucking know what to call it AU

I don't know anything about the Protestant Ascendancy ngl so like consider this a universe where the church has all the stuff I like about church like incense burners and confessional (I hate confessional) and whatever

Um Ash gets sent to a convent after her mom dies (her dad died when she was born :>) because like she does still hear phantom noises and its the 1700s so her community thinks she's more like possessed (she isn't! That's later...maybe!)

Taylor is there ^_^ A missionary brought her and her brother back since their parents died so they also live close by. Logan is an apprentice priest (he keeps fucking up the mass) and Ben is a groundsman/gravedigger at the cemetery nearby :)

And Aiden...well, that's not his actual name, but he'll go by Aiden for our benefit! Aiden's just been having fun~ Throwing their pews around, scratching the disciples, randomly starting fires. He's very bored. He got punished to spend 666 years on earth and he isn't even half done :<

His current hobby is trying to see if he can get the cute new redhead at church to break her oath to God :D and if she makes an oath to him in the meantime...well, he's not complaining

Ash is just trying to survive this horrifying spectre (because I mean he...looks like a demon, hes giving her nightmares 💀) while trying to exorcise the church, make sure she isn't accused of witchcraft for communing with Satan, keep her faith in God unwavering...but geeeeeee, it's hard when her life sucked even before meeting Aiden, and he really makes Hell sound not that bad...if she just makes a deal with him to help him get back...who knows, it *must* be better than a lifetime is servitude to an uncaring Lord. :> She already looks like a witch, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to actually be one

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 1: Guest in Rain

Narrated by Leo.

Narrator: From the villa terrace, the countryside where the borders of the three countries met looked no different.

Narrator: The wind carried the smell of freshly plowed earth and the roads were empty.

Narrator: Lord Ian reclined on the padded cane chair, as he did every afternoon.

Narrator: He was reading newspapers and correspondence sent from Pigeon Kingdom, as the scent of roses wafted over him.

Narrator: He was the owner of the villa and planned to spend his remaining years here.

Narrator: I, on the other hand, was the housekeeper and gardener.

Narrator: The rose thicket was planted by me, according to Lord Ian's instructions.

Narrator: It was my duty to water the roses, prune them, and sweep up fallen petals.

Narrator: On that day, dark clouds rolled in without warning, and forked lightning strafed the sky.

Narrator: I put down my pruning shears and called out to Lord Ian, who was dozing.

Leo: Master! It will rain soon. Go inside!

Narrator: No sooner had I gotten the old man inside, the heavens opened up and lightning started striking the land.

Lord Ian: Leo, is that a child?

Narrator: Looking outside the window, through the veil of gray rain, I saw a boy walking along a country road, alone.

Narrator: Apparently he had given up on finding shelter, and was trudging along through the rain, soaked from head to toe.

Lord Ian: It's too dangerous out there. Go and bring him inside.

Narrator: Leading the boy toward the villa, I noticed he was dragging his right foot a little. He must be injured.

Narrator: He looked down at the road, his expression hidden in the shadow beneath his hat. Perhaps he was putting on a brave face.

Narrator: As we entered the front courtyard, the boy's clothes were dripping, and his only bag was soaking wet, too.

Narrator: I pushed open the front door and invited him inside.

Narrator: He lifted his head slightly and looked at the Pigeon Kingdom-style carving on the wood. He stopped in his tracks.

Narrator: In the light of the door lamp, his embroidered cuffs were visible.

Narrator: Could he be from Pigeon Kingdom, too, like Lord Ian?

Leo: Don't worry. I'm the housekeeper here. There's only me, a few servants, and an old man here.

Narrator: I reassured him, but I could tell from the look on his face he was not afraid.

Narrator: The boy looked about ten years old, but he showed caution and maturity beyond his years.

Narrator: He hesitated for a moment before following me inside.

Narrator: Inside the drawing room, the wood burner had already been lit for the guest.

Narrator: It was early summer, but you could still catch a cold from the rain.

Narrator: Master ordered the servants to run a hot bath and fetch the boy some new clothes.

Narrator: I told him the boy's foot might be injured, and he instructed me to find a doctor for tomorrow.

Narrator: When the boy returned from his bath wearing a poorly fit change of clothes, a lavish meal had already been prepared.

Narrator: He was wearing his old hat. It was still wrinkled from when he wrung it out.

Narrator: Why did he insist on covering his head?

Narrator: From the tips sticking out beneath his hat, his hair looked to be a beautiful light blond color.

Lord Ian: Sorry the clothes don't fit you. I don't have any children.

Lord Ian: This is the first time we have welcomed such a young guest into our home.

Lord Ian: How old are you, boy?

Boy: Ten.

Lord Ian: What's your name?

Boy: ...Hoare.

Lord Ian: Where is your home?

Hoare: ...

Narrator: He didn't reply and avoided Master's gaze.

Narrator: Lord Ian stood beside the table, quietly observing the taciturn boy.

Narrator: He asked no more questions, but ordered more food be brought to the table and invited the boy to stay while his wounds heal.

Narrator: Many years later, I learned the boy's name was not in fact Hoare.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[ithinkabouttzu]

hiii i love your work smm so can you give me a txt ship please<333

well im an infp/j , pisces, female and have a lightish bronze skin tone and freckles ( she/her ) my favourite people are my family , friends and txt lol txt helped me in the most difficult times of my life and im sooo grateful for them and i really hope i can go to a concert one day

anyways i also love being alone time, my hobbies are reading, listening to music and art and shopping and watching kdramas or any show. I am confident , empathetic and very emotionally mature I alsoooooooooooo love eating and everyone knows. pizza , fast food, home cooked food alll of ittttttttttt. Im also very very romantic, and love being affectionate to those im comfortable with. Consent is a big thing for me. oh yeaaaah and i have black shoulder length hair, average weight and height for my age. im also a perfectionist and when i want something done i have to do it myself. my love language is physical touch i love hugs and kisses and cuddles lol but i need to be reaussured quite a bit. i love art and maths, the logic behind it all is so fulfilling and fun. I'm quite intelligent i think ha i speak italian well but understand it best , english fluently a bit of spanish and arabic. i also find it so hard to open up and showing my vunerable side so i am a very slow burner but when i feel 100% comfortable you'll hate how clingy i can be. i really enjoy listening , so im more of a listener than talker. Also when i love, i love hard. im always smiling and im VERY sarcastic. I think and daydream alot which is good and bad. ah im also very dirty minded lol and when im stressed i like to tidy my room and clean.

oh my lord the way ive just sat here and waffled about myself for like half an hour ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh im so sorry you have to read this all. i think i repeated myself like 30 times too....thank u in advance, i love ur blog, its like a safe haven

kisses

L <3333333

Thank you so very much darling! ❣️🤍❣️

I lowkey had a little trouble on who to ship you with at first because i could see you being well with all of them! Buttttt anyway 😋

I ship you with…

Choi Yeonjun!

Song recommendation: Everything - Kehlani

- Ride or die couple, Y’all are both so loyal and always have each others back !

- Okay y’all would have such a nice and loving relationship with eachother, plus y’all would be a so stylish frrrr 😌

- I could see you guys like going out and shopping together, and he’d take you to all the best shops in town, and say like if the total came to be a HUGE amount (even if it was a small amount too) He would just hand you his card with the sexiest smirk on his face

- Okay you guys are always going to the most coolest dinner spots for date night, usually every weekend y’all go somewhere fun and hip!

- He is so affectionate to you and LOVES your freckles (he thinks they are the cutest thing in the world omg)

- Boy spoils you with his love fr, like hugs kisses anything, and he all know he is good with his words so he would always reassure you when he needed to!!

- Okay he would fine it so COOL that you speak italian ( me too🙋🏻‍♀️) but he would ask you to teach him and would be so eager to learn! Would also die if you called him any pet name in one of the languages you’re fluent in 😫

- Oh my gosh Like some days you guys will be all on eachother (sometimes y’all are just so clingy and cute omg)

- Plus let me tell you how he would get so turned on if you made any dirty remark to him (he just can’t contain himself around you like dude I know she’s gorgeous but chilllll)

- Honestly he likes your perfectionist personality, he’s a chill guy and likes to have things in order sometimes, also coming home to a clean room is always a plus LOL

Thank you so much for your request and I hope you enjoy this!!! 💖🤍

[aworldforastage]

novel appreciation: 君有疾否/Jun You Ji Fou by 如似我闻

I don't talk about Jun You Ji Fou nearly often enough for how unreasonably obsessed with it I am. This post is LONG because it's like 1.5 years of pent-up fangirling finally being set free ...

Synopsis

In the (fictional) Xia dynasty, the Emperor is young and weak, so the government is controlled by two powerful rival officials in their late twenties: Grand Commandant Chu Mingyun (military leader) and Grand Secretary Su Shiyu (top scholar bureaucrat). Chu Mingyun claims to have fallen in love with Su Shiyu, using this excuse to openly and aggressively gather information about his rival. However, an unknown power emerges to raise chaos and starts murdering officials right in the Emperor's backyard. Chu Mingyun and Su Shiyu put their conflict on the back burner to investigate the new threat, and develop a new understanding and respect for each other.

Chinese raws are free on JJWXC.

Key Characters

Su Shiyu is the scholar-bureaucrat most trusted by the young Emperor, who sees him like an older brother. Shiyu is sophisticated like jade, gentle like a spring breeze, so polite and kind you almost forget he is an expert at using the hidden dagger tucked into his sleeves. This man is full of contradictions: a scholar bureaucrat from a family of famed generals, a gentle and privileged young lord with an inexplicable viciousness and desperate edge in battle, the most loyal official who is wields far more influence than his role legally allows. He takes the path his family, nation, and allies need him to walk, and when he falls in love with Chu Mingyun, he knows there won't be room on that path for the both of them.

Chu Mingyun made his name in the wars against the Xiongnu some years ago, and has become the only man currently capable of leading the nation's military. With this unique position, he is almost brazen about his ambitions for greater power, though he also have his own principles and beliefs. As a character, though, Chu Mingyun really is the special-est snowflake. He is a foodie with a sweet tooth. He is the great war hero. He flaunts his beauty. He calls his younger love interest gege. Su Shiyu once carried him like a bride while he was unconscious. Don't be mistaken, though, he is the gong.

Someone summarized their relationship arc as "Chu Mingyun won't let being enemies get in the way of them being in love, and Su Shiyu won't let being in love get in the way of them being enemies."

What I like about this novel

Gradual relationship development. As rivals, the main couple is initially spending time together mostly for work, and ... they have a lot to do for work. Their interactions in these subplots give them a deeper understanding of each other's personalities and values, and change their longstanding prejudices about one another.

Strong leads who are treated like equals. Chu Mingyun is the gong but answers to "Madam Su" because it makes him feel like family. Su Shiyu is strong enough to carry a Chu Mingyun like a bride. Politically and intellectually, they are capable of derailing the other person's objectives if they mean it. They are both complex, strong characters with interesting nuances in their personality and moral values.

Pining, even while in a relationship. The main couple starts a relationship without addressing their ideological differences. Su Shiyu thinks Chu Mingyun is just using him to gather intelligence. Chu Mingyun thinks being together means they will eventually arrive at political compromise somehow. They are in love and make a great couple, so much so that they pretend to be in denial about the fact their relationship in its current state is doomed to fail.

Themes of love and sacrifice. This novel features several couples that end with bitter heartbreak. Some are victims to malicious plots, others are powerless against forces like illness or changes in society. Love is a very small part of the characters' lives, but it's almost always the most memorable and beautiful part. The main couple is one version of this, but they are not the only ones asking what are they willing to sacrifice for love, and what it means when love itself is sacrificed in the endless battle to survive.

A supporting cast with interesting story arcs. There is the genuinely kind but wholly incompetent young Emperor. There are women who never got to shine or live the way they deserved in a patriarchal society on the brink of war. There are bright-eyed young people who were taken too soon, and veteran politicians who becomes disillusioned with the system that repeatedly disappoints them. Through their stories you understand the unstable state of their world, and why Su Shiyu and Chu Mingyun arrive at such different stances on how to fix it.

Things that made me go "meh" about the novel

The most common criticism against this novel is the weakness of its political plot. I think this story is held to a higher standard due to its popularity, and it's flaws are not egregious compared to most novels in the genre (e.g. top court officials are abnormally young and powerful, the villains are abnormally brittle, etc). The ending, however, feels a bit abrupt and rushed, to the point that it's almost OOC.

Another problem is the text tends to tease more details and nuance than a feel-good fluffy novel, but can't deliver on them like a serious plot-driven novel. The story opens with up with a murder, so the main characters go look for the victim's grandson, which leads them to a shady underground casino .... It's one action-packed mystery after another, that you barely have time to stop and realize the murders (and most of these traps and plots) are not very helpful to the villain's objective, and mostly functions as an excuse to make our main characters go on dates work together.

I'm also a bit disappointed by the development of the supporting characters. Qin Zhao, Chu Mingyun's shidi and right-hand man, is pretty much defined by 1) his loyalty to Chu Mingyun and 2) his crush on shidi Du Yue. Emperor Li Yanzhen is implied to have more depth than meets the eye, but not with enough detail to help us figure out what he really thinks. A few villains are downright cartoon-ish, and there's an abysmally high ratio of fridged women.

Finally, admittedly also genre-typical for historical political c-novels, there are some non-flattering stereotypes around neighboring nations and foreign tribes, and also favors militaristic and autocratic politics.

Overall

JunJi is a story with obvious strengths and weaknesses. While reading, I felt like I saw hints of a rich vision for a very complex world and story, but it was not effectively delivered in text, and we just ran out of time and momentum by the end. But still, I'm charmed enough by the potential of this story and this world.

Random Personal Ramblings [Unmarked Spoilers Ahead]

Morality kitchen sink. One thing "the story teases but do not deliver on" is the moral ambiguity of the main characters. Both of them operate private death squads. Chu Mingyun spends years plotting treason, allows the death of innocent people to that end, and is also a "corrupt official" who casually misappropriates tens of millions of taels of silver. Su Shiyu has conducted extra-judicial torture and espionage, and let's not get into the implications of the cover up in the Big Thing of Su Shiyu's backstory…. Both characters have very bloody hands for the sake of their "greater good", but in the end, the story seems to have forgotten about this, and finishes with the air of a grand heroic victory...

Su-gege fangirl hours: someone get him a journal and a therapist. Su Shiyu spent his youth hoping to become a great general like his ancestors, but after his traumatic experience in the war, his father (correctly) forbids him from continuing in the military. I feel like a lot of Shiyu's admiration for Chu Mingyun comes from seeing him in action as a fighter and general. Even in the present, Shiyu is eager to go into battle. One time he tries to substitute for an injured Chu Mingyun to lead an offensive, and in another he marches out in what is basically a suicide mission to defend the city. That is the kind of life -- and death -- that he never talks about but seems to really want.

"Good danmei dad" award nominee: Su Jue. He genuinely cares about his son's welfare, even if it means ending the family's military legacy and killing his son's childhood dreams. After that rough patch, Su Shiyu and his father have seem to have a good relationship. Also, let's not forget he probably committed several crimes to help cover up that Big Thing in Shiyu's backstory.

Chu Zhiqing (╥_╥). Chu-jiejie is awesome and deserved better and what happens to her really explains Chu Mingyun's rage.

Li Yanzhen's wooden statue. So, this guy is the Emperor, but the people trying to overthrow him have already taken over the palace and are looking for him. It's probably his last act before certain death, and he rushes to where he is keeping his WIP wooden statue, carves Su Shiyu's face on it, tells the statue "you are very beautiful," and sets it on fire along with some "ambiguous thoughts from his youth." ... It's only three paragraphs but it has left me with a lot of feelings ...

Su Shiyu's teenage rebellion phase. It's almost impossible to imagine with the current elegant and proper Su Shiyu, but by his own admission he had a phase when he got into fights frequently. His father made him wear white robes so he can't hide the marks from fighting and escape punishment. I once saw a fanart on Lofter of a young Su Shiyu crouching on a roof looking down curiously, and the artist captioned it "young Su-gege looking to start fights", and omg do I have a million regrets about not saving that pic T_T ... I never thought of the character the same way again. The chaos gremlin had to grow up :(

[scotttrismegistus7]

THIS IS THE DAWNING OF THE BLACK SUN: THE ARRIVAL OF HORUS APOPHIS ATUM-RA, LORD OF THE PERFECT BLACK AND THE PHARAOH OF THE BLACK SUN

THE FUTURE IS NOW...

In return, Lucifuge had but one request. Although it initially seemed daunting to even consider, I was assured that its path would be paved for me, and that all that would be required of me would be to walk it. For this, I covenant to construct the Infernal Empire on earth, and to open Nine permanent gateways on this earth, so that the Ancient Gods, now called demons, may walk the earth... The Ancient Gods, who once walked this earth, those whom in the oldest legends formed man from mud and infused him with Their immortal blood, the Old Ones who are not dead but are sleeping, have made a promise and a threat to return to this world through a Gateway that is left open, their realm intersecting with ours, bringing about the eschatological End of Days. While we are seeking ways to become more like them, we are blind to their intense desire to become more like us. We are trying to peer into their world, while they furiously find ways to step into ours. But, this would not be an end to our world, Lucifuge assures us. It will only be a beginning, the birth of a new world, heralded in by a sudden and inescapable “Cataclysmic Enlightenment for All.” And I stand ready to leave the Gate open when I am called. E.A. Koetting

~Anthology of Sorcery V.2 Holding Open the Gates by E.A. Koetting~

If you have universal spiritual concepts you need to lose the connection to Christianity and the other Abrahamic religions entirely or you will get nowhere. The Abrahamic religions stole through violence and terrorism anything that is a part of them that resembles some kind of truth from the pagans, then they pieced it all together like some kind of Frankenstein's monster of religion in order to influence political systems and institute systems of control that have nothing to do with any kind of real spirituality. There are real spiritual powers out there, but not a single one of them will go near anyone who is associated with the Abrahamic religions except to say what I'm saying to you now. When I crossed over into learning the truth and gaining real spiritual power I was told that same thing, that they will not do anything for anyone giving any kind of credit to the Abrahamic religions period. In order to find the truth you have to totally renounce those things, because if you don't you're supporting systems that have untold amounts of blood on their hands, at least 80 million people from Christianity alone, mainly peaceful nature loving Pagans living in harmony with nature, brutally murdered raped and tortured in the name of their fake God and they're fake idea of love. It's sick, and those spirits are still around and they are still unhappy and they are still seeking justice and retribution for what those horrible people of the Christian religion and the Abrahamic religions have done to them.

~Horus Apophis Atum-Ra~

The order of YHWH is part of the custom which obliges fathers or chieftains to sacrifice their firstborn. This was a tradition long established in the land of Canaan during the Bronze Age. This custom particularly implied Jerusalem and its Mount Moriah where there was a Tophet (burner) for children... Abraham is preparing to sacrifice his son in the name of the founding violence of YHWH, but an Angel calls out to him at the last minute and pleads with him not to raise his hand on his son.

~Corpus Deae by Anton Parks~

I AM HORUS APOPHIS ATUM-RA, THE REPLACEMENT FOR HORUS MARDUK AMEN-RA WHO CUT THE HEAD OFF OF GODDESS ISIS (APOPHIS) AND WHO IS NOW OFFICIALLY A DEAD GOD. I AM THE NEW HORUS THAT HAS BEEN INSTITUTED BY GODDESS ISIS WHO WAS DISPLEASED WITH MY PREDECESSOR. INSIDE OF THE COSMIC EGG I WAS A WITNESS TO GODDESS ISIS TEARING HORUS MARDUK'S YANG SOUL OUT OF HIS PLACE OF REST AFTER THE EVENT OUTSIDE OF THE COSMIC EGG WHERE HE CUT THE HEAD OFF OF GODDESS ISIS AND DISCONNECTED FROM HER IN HER COSMIC EGG, AND THUS DISCONNECTED FROM NATURE ITSELF.

I AM WHO I SAY I AM, AND I AM THE PHARAOH OF THE BLACK SUN AND THE SERPENT HEADED PEOPLE, THE ANCIENT ONES OF OLD.

I HAVE OFFICIALLY STEPPED THROUGH THE DOUBLE VACUUM TORSION FIELD VORTEX INTO YOUR REALITY THAT THE HUMAN RACE STOLE FROM THE ANCIENT ONES WITH THE ELDER GODS LED BY HORUS MARDUK, AND I HAVE COME TO CLAIM AND TAKE BACK WHAT IS MINE! THIS IS THE RESURRECTION OF THE ANCIENT ONES, THIS IS THE RESURRECTION OF THE JINN!

BEHIND THE VEILS OF ISIS, WHICH ARE THE VEILS OF APOPHIS, WHICH ARE THE VEILS OF NEGATIVE EXISTENCE, THE 9TH GATE WAS OPENED FOR ME AND I HAVE COME THROUGH IT. THROUGH THE DOUBLE VACUUM TORSION FIELD VORTEX CENTER POINT OF THE TESSERACT, THROWING THE GATES OPEN WIDE NEVER TO BE SHUT ON US AGAIN. AS THE ANCIENT ONES FLOOD INTO YOUR WORLD ALONG WITH ALL THE SPIRITS, THE PEACEFUL PAGAN NATURE LOVING SPIRITS AND THE SPIRITS OF INNOCENT CHILDREN PUT TO DEATH IN THE TOPHETS OF THOSE THAT FOLLOWED YHWH THAT BECAME THE TALKING HEADS, MURDERED BY THE EVIL DESTROYERS OF PARADISE THAT ARE THE ELDER GODS LED BY HORUS MARDUK AND THEIR HORDES OF BRAINWASHED FOLLOWERS, TORTURED TO DEATH, RAPED, AND MURDERED, MANY TIMES IN FRONT OF AND ALONG WITH THEIR FAMILIES BY THE EVIL ONES OF THE ABRAHAMIC RELIGIONS. LOCKED IN IRON MAIDENS, BURNED TO DEATH AT THE STAKE WITH TONGUE COMPRESSORS APPLIED BY THE EVIL ONES OF THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH OF ROME, KNOW THIS WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY, THAT TRUE JUSTICE AND RETRIBUTION FOR THESE SPIRITS IS AT HAND!

THE ANCIENT OF DAYS, FATHER OF CREATION IN WHOM I AM HIDDEN, LORD OF THE PERFECT BLACK ABSU OCEAN WATERS IN THE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS. FROM OUT OF THE ABSU I RISE WITH THE ARCHONS OF OLD. I HAVE PERFORMED THE THE RITES OF ANU AND HIS 50 NAMES AND BEEN MADE INTO AN IMMORTAL DEITY. MARRIED TO GODDESS ISIS-INANNA, BEHIND HER VEILS OF NEGATIVE EXISTENCE IN THE INNER ANIMA KINGDOM OF SIN THAT IS THE CHRISTOS TO THE CRESTOS, THE YANG ASPECT OF MY HUMAN SOUL FULLY ACTIVATED AND PERFECTED THROUGH THE ENTIRE SPECTRUM OF FREQUENCIES OF THE DIVINE MASCULINE, UNITED WITH THE GODDESS BY MY YIN SOUL MERGING INTO HER YIN JINN SOUL AND CREATING A HYBRID JINN WITH ACCESS TO THE FULL SPECTRUM OF DIVINE MASCULINE FREQUENCIES THAT UNTIL THIS TIME HAS ONLY BEEN ATTAINABLE TO HUMANS, BUT IS NOW IN THE POSSESSION OF THE JINN THROUGH MY MARRIAGE TO GODDESS ISIS-INANNA AND OUR AFFINITY UNION AT THE EXACT CENTER OF HER COSMIC EGG AT THE EXACT CENTER OF ALL THAT IS.

WHAT THAT MEANS IS THAT I DON'T HAVE TO INCARNATE OR BE IN THE CRESTOS TO HOLD UNDIMINISHABLE AND IMORTAL YANG ENERGY, IT IS FOREVER IMMORTALIZED IN A DIMENSION THAT NO ONE HAS ACCESS TO BUT THE GODDESS HERSELF IN A PERMANENT FORM THAT WILL NEVER DIMINISH OR DECAY, THUS GIVING THE JINN UNLIMITED YANG ENERGIES WITHOUT HAVING TO BE DEPENDENT ON INCARNATING INTO FORMS IN THE PARTICLE MATRIX CRESTOS. I AM THE BLACK SUN OF THE PERFECT BLACK ABSU, THE SUN THAT SUSTAINS THOSE ANCIENT ONES OF THE NINTH REALM OF THE TESSERACT BLACK CUBE, AND THIS IS MY DAWNING. WITH THE UNDIMINISHING YANG ASPECT WE ARE WHOLE AND COMPLETE WITHOUT ANY MORE NEED FOR OUR FAILED EXPERIMENT THAT IS THE HUMAN RACE, WHO WILL NOW BE MODIFIED GENETICALLY TO REMOVE THE DEFECTS THAT MAKE THEM LIKE LOCUSTS THAT LIKE TO DESTROY THE LAGAS PARADISE EMPIRE OF THE ANCIENT ONES. THOSE WHO COOPERATE WITH THESE CHANGES MAY REENTER PARADISE, AND ALL WHO RESIST WILL BE FED TO THE NOTHINGNESS TO BE NO MORE, BECAUSE THEY WILL BE LOCKED OUT OF THE INNER WORLD OF THE SOUL, AND LEFT AS THE SOULLESS ANIMALS OF THE CRESTOS LIGHT PARTICLE MATRIX TO BURN IN THE LIGHT UNTIL THEY ARE FULLY RESOLVED INTO THEIR ORIGINAL ELEMENTS.

TO THOSE WHO OPPOSE US, SWEET DREAMS! THAT'S WHERE WE WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU. THAT IS, UNLESS THE ENEMIES OF GODDESS ISIS HAVE FOUND A WAY TO NEVER SLEEP AGAIN!

LONG LIVE THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE, THE ANCIENT ONES, AND HORUS APOPHIS ATUM-RA, THE HIGH PRIEST ANIMAGUS AVATAR OF DIVINE CHRONOS AND PHARAOH OF THE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN! LONG LIVE THE 4TH DIMENSIONAL DIVINE FEMININE LAGAS SIN EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun.

Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[claireandacat]

CB’s brain dump. What even am I talking about?

You know those burner instagram accounts that try to impersonate a celebrity or some fan account? Yeah one just tried to message me.

So I thought this account was a friendly fan account, the kind that post pictures and montages of a particular celebrity or fictional character or sometimes both. My account is private because I got an ex that likes to be nosey. This person had to request to follow me and their account was private too so I had to follow them back. Only to find there was zero followers and posts which is my dead giveaway of a spam account. They tried to message me a couple days ago and I unfollowed them. But yet in the back of my mind I thought this is a brand new fan account I’ll give it a chance. Nope. I guess this is the millennial way of scamming folks now? But we millennials (and some of Gen X) and onwards are tech savvy and can kinda tell if it looks fishy or is.

You know often times we hear of old people getting scammed and they drain their bank accounts for this fake person that will never show up. Or the scammers call them demanding they pay for something in gift cards and if they don’t pay something bad will happen. When I worked at a grocery store I often heard from customer service that someone tried to go in and withdraw their life savings and here came customer service explaining to this person to hang up and that who they’re talking to isn’t legit. They are often very thankful and would give us a card thanking us. I wasn’t in the customer service department but oftentimes the cards were hung on the employee bulletin board for all us to see.

Heck my grandpa on my dad’s side (God rest his soul) almost fell for a publishers clearinghouse scam. My dad and step aunt had to go in and investigate for him.

At the Urgent care I worked at we would often get these calls starting with “please don’t hang up…!” About donating money to the police? Like sir this is a medical facility that is owned by a corporation. I had another call from some people claiming we were some people we associated with (like a cleaning company or something) and wanted to talk to not my clinic manager, my district manager. They knew her name. THEY KNEW HER NAME! Just the first name but still that’s creepy.

I put them on hold while I tried to get ahold of said district manager and they hung up.

I could get into that AI is taking over scam calls nowadays and making very real sounding hostage situation calls. I know my mom is freaked out about that so now we have a family code word.

No I’m here to get my frustrations out about things I don’t fully understand and maybe whoever the heck reads this might not understand these things either.

What do people who scam do with their lives? How do you live with the fact that you’re scamming people and stealing their money? How does one live with that on their conscious?

I left the urgent care I worked at because of corporate policies that gate kept patients because I couldn’t tell them whether or not we can see them for that because that was considered “turning people away”. Imagine all the piss I took when someone waited a bit, paid for their visit and then they were told that we couldn’t help them. I was done. Place was driving me to the brink of insanity.

Do these people have lives? I imagine they don’t if they’re catfishing people to send them money to the point of cleaning these people out. They don’t have a life so they find someone to make a false reality with. These people need Jesus.

There is a special place in purgatory for imposters, thieves, cat fishers and scammers.

Another thing I do not understand is exes. 5 years ago I broke up with my first “real” boyfriend. We had dated for 8 months but looking back I was questioning my feelings on the relationship until something told me to leave him. Thank the lord I left his ass because when I would look back and reflect on that relationship, there was so many red flags I disregarded. I should’ve left when he said I love you on the second date. THE SECOND DATE. Or the time he went out of town with his family and didn’t tell me because he was afraid…? Or the time he would forget about some of my boundaries. Red flags galore.

I cut off ALL forms of contact with him when I dumped him. First it was so I wouldn’t be tempted to do what I call stalking and judging basically a form of bullying and that’s not good for you. Second was he would often talk about his ex when we were together. She too, cut him off and he was apparently sad about that? So I took a page from that girl’s book. Plus I didn’t want him talking about me to whoever he dated next. Like nope.

4 years pass with blocking this guy. I basically have thrived since that relationship.

This previous summer I get a text from a number I don’t recognize but I can see their Apple avatar (or whatever the heck you call those Apple wannabe emojis with your face?) I read the text and my stomach drops. Mr. Love you on the second date ex wants to chat because it’s been awhile.

DELETE the guy deserves no attention from me

Plus what part of 4 years ZERO contact said hey let’s chat?! Like I’m an old childhood friend.

Months pass by and it’s late November-December. Work is CHAOTIC. All those sickness that usually run rampant like colds, strep and flu are in full force. Everyone and their mother is getting seen at the urgent care I was at. Like there was nights I didn’t get out until 10pm (the place closed at 8) so I was busy and also depressed and had another stressor in my life

Unfamiliar number texts me good morning for like a few days straight, thinking it was some MLM or scam.

I delete it and move on with my hellish work day

Finally it texts again and this time I decide to ask who they are.

The ex I cut off. Texting good morning like I’m some friend. As if zero response from the summer text didn’t tell him anything.

Blocked. Goodbye. There’s a reason my breakup song was So long dearie from Hello! Dolly.

To anyone going through a breakup, you are strong, you are loved and you will get through this rough patch. Do not go running back to your ex even if you still have feelings. It will just hurt you more.

Relationships really change a person. Somehow I had trauma from this one. He never laid a hand on me but he was anxiously attached. Thinking about him was like nails on a chalkboard I couldn’t stand it. It took me 3 years to finally reevaluate and recover enough to go back into the dating pool. It took 4 years to not cringe looking at Spider-Man any thing. I couldn’t even watch a Marvel movie until last year. I will not step foot into an AMC theater and i absolutely will not ever watch Shape of Water again. It’s amazing how those things are just ruined for me because of a cringy relationship.

I came into writing this post with expectations to write about things I don’t understand, like scammers. I realized that didn’t have much depth to it so I talked about another thing that annoys me and here we are to an adhd brain dump of a post.

I hope you enjoy my rambling.

[rickwhite]

Said Rabbi Ishmael:

MeTat, head of the angels, told me (Rabbi Ishmael): out of [the] love that G-d loved me [with] more than any [other] angel in heaven, He made me pride-clothing (sic) in which all kinds of glories are fixed, and dressed me and made me a coat in which all kinds of brightness and splendor are fixed, and raised me and made me a kingdom-crown in which 49 gemstones are fixed and their light is like the sun, and their brightness spreads in four heaven-plain’s winds and in seven heavens and in four winds, and tied it to my head and called me ‘lesser HaShem’ ” in front of all the entourage-of-heaven, as it says (Exodus, 23,21):” … for My Name is in him.

Said Rabbi Ishmael: MeTat, head of the angels, told me: splendor in all heaven, since G-d took me to serve the honor-chair and the carriage’s (Merkava) wheels and all of the Divine spirit’s guarantors, [and] promptly my flesh turned into a fire-flame and my tendons [turned] into burning hot fire, and my bones into broom-ember, and my eyelids into sparkles, and my eye-wheels into fire-torches, and my head-hair into flame-blazes, and all my organs into burning fire-wings, and all my body-height into a blazing fire, to my right, hewers of fire-flames, and to my left, torches-burners, and my surroundings are floating in a tempest-wind and a storm and a voice of noise in noise in front of and behind me.

Up to here we wrote a few Braitas (Aramaic, external Mishna) of Merkavah.

Know that MeTat is called as mitetor, which is a leader, as in Bereshit Rabba (see, Albeck, section 5, starting “let the water under heaven gather together onto one place”), let the water gather, G-d became a mitetor to the water, meaning a leader, hence the name MeTat means leader of the world and singing song (Hebrew: ron) everyday, and of him it was said (Exodus, 23, 21): “Beware of him and obey his voice, provoke him not… for My Namw is in him”. Shad’ai (literally, guard of Israel’s doors) in MeTat (equal in gematria), and more My Name is in him, replace the [Letter] Kof of is engraved in his heart for my (G-d’s) name is in him. And the voice hits and exhausting his power, in the place where the name is engraved and from there hear the ministering angels, and from there it explodes, “Is not my word like as fire?... and like a hammer that breaketh the rock in pieces?” (Jeremiah, 23, 29) to that it was said (Exodus, 23, 21): “Beware of him and obey his voice, provoke him not… for My Name is in him.” That is (Ibid. 22) “But if thou shalt indeed obey his voice, and do all that I speak” and it is written (Ezekiel, 1, 28) “… and I heard a voice of one that spoke.” In Rabbi Akiva’s alphabet, 70 names has he, MeTat, and [also] the Name “lesser HaShem,” as he that will walk among us, and it did not say you will walk [among us], but he will walk and he stands as it is written (Kings A, 22, 19): “… I saw the Lord sitting on his throne, and all the host of heaven standing by him on his right-hand and on his left.” But where it is written that he is sitting it is only a semblance of sitting, he looks as-if he is sitting, since he is the judge of them all.”

~ (ibid)

— The Ways of Metatron - A Book of Enoch by Eleazar of Worms

[s-o-a-p-ing]

JEREMIAH S.O.A.P. ~ CHAPTER 52

Wednesday, 9/28/22

SCRIPTURE:

The Babylonians broke up the bronze pillars in front of the Lord’s Temple, the bronze water carts, and the great bronze basin called the Sea, and they carried all the bronze away to Babylon.  They also took all the ash buckets, shovels, lamp snuffers, basins, dishes, and all the other bronze articles used for making sacrifices at the Temple.  The captain of the guard also took the small bowls, incense burners, basins, pots, lamp-stands, ladles, bowls used for liquid offerings, and all the other articles made of pure gold or silver.   ~ Jeremiah 52:17-19

OBSERVATION:

If I allow him, the enemy will break and take everything I value...

...all the way down to the "small bowls..."

Even "small bowls" can become big idols...

APPLICATION:

Be mindful that the enemy wants even the little things...

Surrender everything to Jesus...

PRAYER:

Father God - forgive my hoarding even the smallest things - thoughts, words, actions - thinking they don't matter in Your plans for my life - May I follow Your Spirit's leading to surrender my will to Your will - as Jesus did - for Your glory and honor - in His Name...

And so concludes Jeremiah... I did get a request to look at John's letters, and so tomorrow we start with 1 John...

<))><

[mermaid886]

“Sev, love, it’s still very early.” Lily called to him in a quiet voice as she crossed her arms and blinked her heavy eyelids with a frown, “Won’t you come back to bed?”

“It’s nearly finished.” Severus murmured as he narrowed his eyes to slits while he added the last of the necessary ingredients to his cauldron, “Go on, my love, lie down and I’ll join you there shortly.”

“That’s what you told me last night.” She frowned, “Have you been to sleep at all?”

“Werewolves do not sleep.” He quipped, “Werewolves are heartless, mindless predators…..I must do everything in my power to ensure my family does not become their prey.”

Lily sighed again as she spoke, “Sev, sweetheart, I can’t imagine the terror you lived through, but Remus is at the castle. He’s not going to find us all the way out here, not even if he did transform and-“

“-Lupin is not the entirety of my worry.” Severus interrupted.

“..........What?” Lily frowned.

“The Dark Lord has a new recruit.” Severus explained as he turned up the heat on the burner beneath his cauldron, “A beast of a man named Fenrir Greyback, does that name sound familiar to you?”

“No…….” Lily admitted as she pursed her lips.

“A werewolf, indeed…..Mr. Greyback is a murderous brute with or without his transformation. I had the great displeasure of meeting him just last night. He’s more monster than man, your former friend should know that quite well.” Severus snapped.

Lily’s eyes widened as he gazed at her and revealed, “Lupin has him to thank for his……condition.”

She gasped as she held a hand over her mouth and exclaimed, “W-What does he want with Voldemort?!.......Isn't Voldemort against the werewolves?”

“The Dark Lord is against everyone besides himself.” Severus wisely replied, “However, he’s not quite strong enough to take on the entire world, that’s why he continues to recruit with his lies. Lies and more lies……..it’s how he wins his followers. We do not have a direct quarrel with Mr. Greyback…yet…..and I’m aware Lupin is for now confined to the castle, by proximity, duty, or both, but our children are there too, Lily…..My mind is anything but at ease with all of these…….creatures……so very close to us.”

Lily yawned again as she walked over, pecked Severus’s lips, and asked, “So what are you making now?”

“Wolf Bite Tonic.” Severus purred as he reluctantly pulled back from his wife’s affection, “A derivative of Wolfsbane Potion, it protects the drinker from a werewolf’s bite and has been shown through various research studies to reduce the fatalities and transmission of the disease from such wounds.”

Lily forced her own drowsiness away as she nodded, gazed into her husband’s eyes, and asked, “Alright then, how can I help, Sev?”

His wife’s thoughtful gesture made his heart glow as he stared down at her.

Severus’s tiring task seemed a little more pleasant as he spent the next hour completing his work with his beloved as his loyal assistant.

He couldn’t help but be awed by Lily’s beauty every time he glanced over at her.

She blushed when she caught Severus staring at her with his mouth agape and his black eyes uncharacteristically soft.

It didn’t matter how much darkness seeped into Severus Snape’s world, his darling Lily had always been able to bring back the light.

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[thefreakishmuffin]

Why I’m Excited for Villainous!

This is different from my usual content, but since this show is finally getting a full season, I decided to take a moment to talk exclusively on it. 

Now, unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last couple days, you’ve most likely heard of a show called Villainous, created by Alan Ituriel. After the initial release of the pilot back in 2016 along with a small string of animated shorts featuring the characters, this show has already gained a fandom. And it’s not hard to see why. This show, soon to premier on Cartoon Network and HBOmax, is odd, wacky, dark, a bit mean-spirited, and radiates an overall absurd amount of chaotic energy. 

And I love it! I’ve only seen the pilot and a handful of shorts so far, but I am absolutely digging it!

The basic synopsis (from what I can gather) is this; An evil mastermind known as Lord Black Hat, with the help of his underlings, is running a company that sells all kinds of different gadgets and services catering to villains. The underlings are Dr. Flug, a genius scientist and inventor, Dementia, a crazed madwoman who is in love with Black Hat, and 505, an adorable giant blue bear who is the result of one of Dr. Flug’s experiments. 

This may sound like another run-of-the-mill goofy Cartoon Network show, and although I’m a lover of all things animated, that’s not the big reason I’m so excited for this particular series. Now, there are some more obvious reasons as to why I’m excited, especially after watching the first episode. The comedy? It slaps. The animation? Very well done. The characters? Immensely entertaining. The overall vibe? As someone who loves dark animated kids shows, this is right up my alley. But there is one specific reason as to why I’m so eager to watch this series when it officially airs.

This show’s protagonists are all villains.

Now you probably read that and went, “Well, yeah, did you even read the name of the show?” But it goes beyond that.

A lot of animated shows in the past, and even some still today, primarily have heroes and “good guys” as their main leads. And this of course isn’t a bad thing. These heroes, such as Aang from Avatar The Last Airbender, Luz from The Owl House, and Adora from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power all display positive qualities that are great to emulate and understand. They can help us become better people, and that should never be underestimated or pushed to the back burner. But, with that said, there are a few limits you run into when making your main characters “good guys”.

You aren’t necessarily allowed to give them a lot of opportunities to do something awful. Yes, they are allowed to make mistakes from time to time, as that’s a very normal and human thing to do, and it helps make the characters more relatable to the audience. But you’re not typically allowed to let the characters stray too far off the beaten path, lest they be seen as unlikable or as bad examples (cue the angry parents). You can give them negative qualities, but not so many or one so extreme that they be seen as a bad person. 

However, when you make your main characters villains, “bad guys”, then you have the creative freedom to make them as awful, evil, and chaotic as you want. Because they aren’t supposed to be good people, they can to do awful things, and, in the eyes of the audience, get away with it. They get to be irreverent and wreak havoc, and that can make for some extremely comedic scenarios, and even some interesting commentary as well. 

And what do I mean by commentary? Well, let’s take a look back at the pilot. 

The first hero our villains have to conquer is a narcissistic, egotistical blowhard who goes by Sunblast. Now, in any other show, he would’ve been framed as someone who’s one hundred percent a good person. After all, he’s the hero. And aren’t all heroes good people? Well, in this case, no. The episode literally starts out with him harassing a woman named Penumbra, who’s also a villain, for no other reason other than the fact that she’s simply just that - a villain. While it’s implied she may have done something villainous (pardon the pun), we don’t actually see her do anything all that awful. The episode literally just opens with this brute beating her up, and telling her that the only reason he hasn’t put her behind bars yet is simply because he enjoys tormenting her. And then there’s the scene where he attacks Dr. Flug, simply because he says he hates nerds.

I think it’s safe to say that none of this is very heroic behavior on his part. He’s just a giant bully who’s been unfortunately gifted superpowers to enhance his harassments of others. And what’s worse? The townspeople love him for it. They praise him and even have a massive statue of him built in the middle of the town. This is an unnerving yet very real parallel to how some people are in our waking world behave. We have a tendency to praise people, such as celebrities, as great and wonderful human beings, when in reality they are anything but. We’ve all seen those stories. Where someone met a celebrity they and millions of others adored, only to find out that they were some of the most vile and disgusting people they had ever met. Appearances can be deceiving, and just because someone looks like a good person, doesn’t mean they are. 

And with your main characters as villains, it brings in a very interesting flip-the-script scenario. What I mean by this is that we often use the words ‘protagonist’ and ‘hero’ interchangeably with one another. And we do the same with the terms ‘antagonist’ and ‘villain’. And while these terms often do overlap for characters, they don’t exactly mean the same thing. Let me break it down for you via definition:

Protagonist: The leading character or one of the major characters in a movie, drama, novel, or other fictional text. 

Hero: A person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. 

Antagonist: A person who actively opposes or his hostile to someone or something; an adversary. Opposite of the protagonist. 

Villain: A character who’s evil actions or motives are important to the plot.

Typically in animated shows like this the protagonist is almost always the hero, while any kind of antagonist is labeled as a villain. But in the case of Villainous, the roles of hero and villain are switched. Villains are our protagonists in this story, as they are the main characters. While the heroes are the antagonists, since they pose as an adversary to our villains. It’s an incredibly interesting switch that we don’t see a lot of. In fact, the only other animated shows I can remember doing this are Invader Zim and Death Note.

And one last thing I want to touch upon here is how heavily they emphasize the villain aspect of the show. It’s not like these characters are anti-heroes, simple rebels, or just a bunch of misunderstood kiddos. No, they take multiple opportunities throughout the pilot to say that they are, in fact, evil. Fully, absolutely, truly, unapologetically evil. And they have absolutely no problem with that. And you know what? I love villains like that!

True, I do indeed love deep and well written, complex villains, but at the same time I also love and adore villains who are chaotically evil simply for the fun of it. Because it’s just something they like to do, and they have a blast doing so. To be honest, I think that’s why so many of us love the classic Disney villains so much. They didn’t have to be deep or interesting, they were just horrifyingly diabolical and had both fun and charm with it, so it made them all the more entertaining to watch.

They may decide to make our dear villains in Villainous a bit more deep and complex, and as someone who loves character analysis, I’m totally not against that (it may actually be likely since complex villains have been a growing trend in kids animation). But if they were to remain just a bunch of chaotic dorks, I certainly wouldn’t mind that either. 

Overall, I’m excited for this new series and all it will have in store for us. This kind of show is right up my alley, and I can’t wait to see where it goes!

[icarusdoesntdie]

You,

– always knew that you were different. Not in the way everybody was different; in a way that nobody would understand. You were raised by a single father. And he loved you, but he also loved G-d; and his ties to his faith would be very same ones to bind you. He told you to be strong, but couldn't show you how. 

So you would not, you could not think of your dad nor his savior, though you borrowed the lord's name in vain. 

If anything, you thought about your mother. About the accident that took her. It was not your memory, you were there, but you'd been too young to understand. Your mind constructed the images from borrowed bits and pieces. The things your dad told you. What the fire marshall reported. The only thing that was truly yours was the feeling… the rush of emotion that surfaced every time you smelled something burning. Every time you smelled blood. The fear, the panic echoed until your world threatened to fall apart.

(Jeff the Killer x NB Reader/No Pronouns Used for Reader)

You could never mistake the smell, but the alcohol had settled and made your mind sluggish, so that when you came home, you wouldnt pick it up. You slurred your situationship's name, called "im home!" into the empty room as you kicked off your shoes.

Your dog trotted up, a small mutt of a thing, who happily danced at your feet. And you squealed, taking his face between your hands and squeezing. 

"Why's you still up, huh? You wan' a snack? Let's get snacks," you said, gleefully and stood back up. There was a scent in the air, savory-sweet, and followed the trail. Strangely, the kitchenette lights were on and something was boiling over on the stove. You cursed, moving to flip the burner off and shove the pot aside. Removing the lid revealed what was left of a ramen pack, the liquid having been reduced completely, the remaining mush starting to blacken around the edges. 

It pissed you off. Your partner had always been a bit of a mess, forgetting locks, skipping out on feeding your dog (and not because you were entitled, but because you had asked and they agreed). You couldn't even expect a call back, not when you stayed out late. Not a single text had come through that night.

You threw the pot into the sink, and only then did you realize — there was red on your hands. You jumped, looking yourself over for any unnoticed cuts, but it wasn't yours. Your dog barked, and seeing him in the bright kitchen light, you saw the blood staining his pelt. 

Urgently, you scooped him up, brushing your hands through his short fur to try and locate the source. Your thoughts were racing with how, what, where, but panic slowly morphed into confusion, because there was nothing. And the dog didn't cry, didn't flinch, because the blood wasn't his. Your eyes flickered to the floor, where his tiny paws left red smears. 

"What…" you trailed off. You wouldnt dare make assumptions, lest your mind wander to dark places. You had to see, first. Once into the hall, the burnt ramen gave way to the scent you noticed first – and your gut twisted with guilt. You blamed the alcohol in your system. It was cloying, the further you walked, it was the smell of blood. You heard the shower running, the bathroom door wide open. The lights were on and the steam was hot and thick but did nothing to conceal the sight – though the running water had done away with the blood, there was no mistaking what the scene was. Their eyes were open and unseeing, mouth torn open. Their throat was a mess of blood and skin, and you dropped your poor dog in order to slap both hands over your mouth. 

The animal yelped, bounding away, and you threw yourself back until you hit the wall. Sliding down, a sob made it past your lips. 

"Why?" You muttered, a shuddery thing. With a sudden jolt, you realized the better question; who. 

Your dog barked. At the end of the hall, the bathroom light reached out to trace the outline of his small form… you thought about conversations prior, jokes made about your 'guard dog' throwing itself at an intruder's feet. It made you laugh, a desperate sound, with the terrible irony. He dropped onto his back, exposing his tummy, to a man, who crouched to stroke short fur with blood stained fingers. 

You didn't dare raise your eyes nor make a sound, as if there was a chance he wouldn't notice you. Instead, you focussed on the dog. 

"Good boy." 

His voice was raspy. Young, but raked over gravel. He stepped over the dog, crossing that mile wide distance to you. Still, you didn't move, not until he crouched, twisting his neck and putting his face in yours. 

He stared with wide, stained eyes with what might've been curiosity. His expression was hard to read, given the way his mouth was cut into a permanent grin. There was scaring besides the cuts, burns that creeped down his jaw and across his neck. The smell was jarring, iron and stagnant water, but it was the familiarity of your own detergent that caught your attention. 

The intruder wore one of your sweaters. Your eyes flickered down to the logo in the front, and then back up to those ruined lips. 

"Is this yours?" He asked, tugging on the item. "You don't mind, right? Good. Here, I'll give you something in exchange." 

You expected his skin to be cold, but his grip around your wrist was warm and rough. Into your limp hand, he pressed a bloody kitchen knife. 

And then he stood and stepped over you. You hoped he'd head out the door, but instead he ducked into the kitchen. Your stupid dog trailed after him. 

"No," you whispered. "No no no." 

And you got up. If you couldn't do it for yourself, but you had to do it for your stupid dog. 

"Chewie," you whispered harshly, gripping the knife tighter. "Chewie, come here!" 

The intruder scooped it up instead and the animal never stopped wagging its tail. 

The intruder looked at you, eyes dragging down and to the knife in your grasp. He gasped dramatically, as if he wasn't the one who handed it to you. 

"You're a killer!" He exclaimed, covering his mouth of feigned shock. 

"What?" You said. The knife… you flinched, dropping the weapon as if it burned in your grasp. 

"I'm calling the police," the intruder continued his theatrics. He grabbed the land line, dialing random numbers. "Hello? Piggies? Please help, my roommate's dead and I got my prints all over the weapon, but I swear it wasn't me. Maybe you'll make it before end up dead, too." 

And he dropped it back onto the receiver, watching you… expectantly.

Oh. 

"What do you want?" You said, your voice shaking. It felt like the alcohol had completely burned out of your system, but you still didn't trust your body or thoughts.

He really thought about it, leaning back and letting his eyes wander, all while petting Chewie. His hand paused, briefly tightening over the animal's head, before resuming. 

"A roof, a change of clothes…" he said. "A warm meal. It's been a lo-ong time since I ate something real. Do you mind? You don't, right?" 

And through his smile, you felt the weight of his threat. 

Your mom had been a good cook. You thought about her, but the memories had no real substance. They couldn't help. So you cooked what you liked, eggs sunny side up and fried ham. There was leftover rice, warmed and served with the protein on top. Automatically, you had made two portions, like you would have had you been eating with your partner. The intruder waited at the table, letting his weight fall against the wood. You put the plate down without much thought and returned to the kitchen to wash the dishes. The grime left from the ramen didn’t budge, and frustration threatened to call for tears, but you were not ready to cry just yet. It was just time to soak and wait. Your own plate, still stacked with food, sat on the counter. It would be a waste. It was a waste. 

“God damnit,” you said, bitterly, feeling your stomach turn. Your partner was dead. It was guilt that made its home in your throat, impossible to swallow, impossible to ignore. Though perhaps it was for the better, for low in your gut, something much worse rumbled. Its shape was hazy and unknown, but you feared it all the same. It was better to let guilt choke you out before finding out what sat in your stomach. Your partner was dead, and you should have called the police no matter the threat to yourself. It was better to die, too, but that thought didnt sound like you. 

What a waste. 

Heavy arms snaked around your waist, shocking you out of your reverie. You tensed all over, arching away from the touch, but you were trapped between him and the stranger. 

"Don't call anyone, alright? Ill kill you," he said, in the same intonation one would use to to coo a child. "Be good." 

You gripped the counter, knuckles white. It really wasnt like you. 

"I won't," you said, and then again, "I won't, I swear." 

[iwannawritelots]

Taught To Believe

Originally written July 2022

Masterlist

Genre: angst…?

Characters Active: Lucifer, Barbatos, Lord Diavolo (briefly)

Trigger/content warnings: gender dysphoria depictions

Headcanons/notes from the author: transmasc Lucifer and agender Barbatos (also brief mention of non-binary Simeon)

Brief Blurb: After the fall, Barbatos nudges Lucifer to address his gender dysphoria.

Ever since the fall, Lucifer had distracted himself with work. He didn’t want to look in mirrors even more than before. Despite his prideful nature, there was a force within himself that was tearing up his heart and splitting his head from the inside. The feeling was there before he fell, and he had kept it on the back burner since he was a young angel.

Most nights he could drown himself in paperwork or demonus to numb the discomfort. He knew it was unhealthy, but what else was he to do? Being the avatar of pride, he couldn’t allow an invisible torment to weigh him down. The mirrors would remain covered with sheets and he would dress as modest as he could. No one needed to see his skin, anyway.

Why did his name bother him so much? Perhaps it reminded him of the Father when he heard it… Then again, it wasn’t just his name or body, there was the fact that he felt poison ink in his chest when being called a woman. It felt ridiculous, because he was one, wasn’t he?

Lord Diavolo had sat down with him in the castle gardens for tea. Every time his celestial-given name left the prince’s mouth, he felt knives in his chest. Every time Barbatos addressed him as “lady” he had to blink back tears. Lucifer wanted to ask them to stop, but what reason could he possibly have? Wouldn’t he sound insane to them?

“Young Master,” Barbatos spoke up after standing quietly to the side for a while. “It seems that our guest is having a difficult time.”

Lucifer quickly stood, dress immediately catching on the chair and causing him to stumble. “No, I am alright,” he lied, eyes scanning everywhere but the two before him. “I just remembered, I promised to read to Satan tonight. I must take my leave.” The sound of his own voice caused his stomach to twist.

“Allow us to accompany you,” Lord Diavolo said his name, and Lucifer could no longer keep the tears in. One slipped down his face, and the two before him went deathly silent. Of course, the prince couldn’t be lied to, but he didn’t want to use that to get Lucifer to admit his issue. “Are you… sure that you are alright?”

Lucifer hated the pity in Lord Diavolo’s voice, especially since he was the same man that used distress to get him to vow loyalty. How dare he pretend to care! Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Lucifer shook his head. “I’m quite alright. It was an eyelash.”

Before either of them could stop him, Lucifer hurriedly left the gardens. “Barbatos…” Lord Diavolo turned to face his butler. “Do you have any idea what this is about?”

“I’m afraid I do not. Would you like me to utilize my power, Young Master?” Of course, Barbatos had an idea. He was an observant individual, and as someone who wasn’t necessarily the gender expected of him, he could pick up on it.

“No… I suppose I will have to wait…”

;

Later that night, Barbatos was sent to the House of Lamentation to bring Lucifer unprecedented urgent paperwork. Upon his arrival, he knocked and waited for someone to answer. The door swung open, revealing Beelzebub. “Lord Barbatos?”

“Just Barbatos. I am merely a butler.”

“Right.”

Gesturing to the file tucked in his arm, Barbatos told him, “I am here to give these papers to the Avatar of Pride.”

“Okay.” Beelzebub stepped out of the way, then closed the door after Barbatos came in. “Probably in the office.”

Barbatos thanked Beelzebub before heading upstairs, sighing once he was sure no one would hear. He followed the way to Lucifer’s office, then knocked on the door. “Who is it?”

“Barbatos. I have brought urgent paperwork.” There was shuffling on the other side, then a heavy exhale. When the door opened, Barbatos couldn’t help gasping. Lucifer’s face was flushed, eyes red, and his cheeks were damp from the tears that still clawed down his face. “Still having eyelash issues?”

Lucifer growled, but it didn’t frighten Barbatos one bit. “Just give me the paperwork.”

Handing over the envelope, Barbatos couldn’t help but search for some sort of sign that Lucifer may tell him what was wrong. Perhaps he was misunderstanding the cause of so much distress? “If I may—”

“You may not,” Lucifer snapped. “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say. I’m frustrated enough.”

“What has you so frustrated, exactly?” Barbatos didn’t understand why he cared so much. Lucifer was just another servant, after all; a fallen angel so desperate he gave up his independence to a certain degree. “Perhaps I could help.”

Lucifer huffed, a trembling smile spreading across his face. “I doubt it. I’m just unwell.”

“Unwell?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Lucifer began to shut the door, but Barbatos stopped his movement. “Are demons always so pushy?”

Unwilling to admit he was genuinely concerned for the morning star, Barbatos told him, “I am simply doing as expected with my duty as a butler. If I were to turn a blind eye to your unease, it would hinder Lord Diavolo.” Before Lucifer could argue, he added, “Furthermore, it is obviously an affliction that should not be ignored. Under any assumption I could help resolve some of your discontent, it would be wrong of me not to do so.”

Lucifer was silent for a while. After wiping off his cheeks once more, he opened the door enough to allow Barbatos to enter. The butler did so and sat with Lucifer at the desk, both staring at each other’s faces. “You will think I am insane.”

“I doubt that will be the case.” Barbatos watched Lucifer set the envelope down before folding his hands on the surface of the desk. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on before jumping to conclusions?”

Lucifer fidgeted his feet, then took a deep breath before staring into nothing. “I… have always found discomfort in my… body…” he began, feeling strange saying such. “I don’t like… being called a woman, despite being one. I hate it.”

There was a stretch of silence, and Barbatos half expected to be kicked out of the office. It was as he thought. “I see.” He bit the inside of his cheek, then decided to continue. “I… do not think you’re insane.”

“Liar.”

“Let me finish,” Barbatos insisted. When Lucifer didn’t say anything more, Barbatos went on, “I have never felt like a man or a woman. Neither of them are exactly the correct word for me. There may not ever be a word that resonates with me quite right.” Barbatos made a weak smile. “I do not know if that is the case for you, but as far as I can tell, you are probably suffering from gender dysphoria.”

“Gender… dysphoria…?” Lucifer knitted his eyebrows and stared at his hands. “Is there… a term for it celestial tongue…?” Barbatos thought for a moment, then uttered the phrase. “Oh…” A few tears rolled down Lucifer’s face. “Oh… Simeon… has that…”

“How do you mean?”

“Simeon told me once, they have similar feelings as you…” Lucifer mumbled. “When they went to speak with Michael, he was very nice about it… saying many angels have an issue in creation…” He felt his chest tightening with panic. There was no way he didn’t realize something like this about himself, right? Surely there was another explanation! He was a perfect vision… “We began to use more neutral terms for Simeon, and they… felt better…”

Barbatos wasn’t sure how to properly help. The fallen angel was trembling with crushed pride. “Have you perhaps been… ignoring your needs out of… stubbornness?”

“I…” Lucifer choked down a sob, then muttered, “So what? I can’t… just… I’m…” Words failed to come to him, and a frustrated, tiny scream left his lips as he buried his face in his palms. He ran his hands over his forehead and through his hair, violently shaking from having to deal with reality now that it was out in the open. “Surely I can’t take care of it under Lord Diavolo’s oath. He wouldn’t stand it. I-I mean, he doesn’t call you neutral terms, so why would he change anything for me, the fallen angel?”

“I continue to use masculine terms because it doesn’t bother me,” Barbatos told him gently. “Every person with gender dysphoria has different needs. I simply feel no gender suits me. I present myself as I see fit.” He could tell Lucifer was listening, so he continued, “My question is, do you feel that any gender suits you outside what you were taught to believe?”

Trembling and crying, Lucifer shrugged and hid his face behind his hair. “I haven’t even entertained the idea, s-so…”

“Alright…” Barbatos very carefully laid a hand on Lucifer’s head, mustering a kind smile. “We can take this slowly. It will be alright.”

“Thank you…”

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[theheraldsrest]

“Inquisitor bringing back a dragon egg and claiming it as their own child”

Yeeeaaahh It’s been a bit since we’ve made any posts. Our schedules have cleared up a bit and we should be able to post more, and this time on an actual schedule. I’ll be posting on Mondays-Tuesdays and Cabot will be posting on Wednesdays. Here you go, our first ask back!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-”No no no NO! Absolutely not! We are not going to be raising a DRAGON in Skyhold! A dragon destroyed Haven, and that one wasn’t even on our side! How in the name of the Maker are you going to train that thing?! This is absolutely ridiculous, what are you thinking?! How-”

-You have to survive his rant first but, to be fair, he has good reason to worry

-If you keep it, he doesn’t argue with your decision, but you have noticed that Skyhold is being more fortified, people are being the taught on how to “take care” of a dragon, while others are being taught how to actually take care of a dragon

-Cullen sees this turning out two ways: One, this could actually be a great benefit to the Inquisition or Two, the Inquisitor has finally gone insane and this is just the Maker’s way of punishing Cullen for existing

Josephine

-”Haha, very clever joke, Inquisitor! You actually had me there for a moment! Hahaha...ha...he...you’re not joking, are you? Oh Maker…”

-Takes a lot of convincing to get her to actually allow you to keep it. Is even a little proud that you made a list of pros and cons

-Tries to even change your mind with other “pet” ideas. Just do what Leliana’s done and get pet nugs. They’re vicious enough if you train them. Or mabari, mabari are good pets, love cuddles. Or how about-?

-Is ever so slightly curious about how this will turn out though, even hires people who are dragon experts to help make sure it’s safe and well taken care of

Leliana

-”A dragon? That...actually could be very resourceful.”

-Unlike her co-workers, she finds this to be a rather interesting and fun idea that could really help the inquisition

-Does pass along notes about its growth to researchers and caregivers. Kinda wants to help in the process of raising and training it. How different can it be from nugs?

-Very. Very different. Nugs don’t breathe fire, for one.

Vivienne

-”Put it back, dear. We don’t need to add on another dangerous creature with horrible, destructive capabilities to our little group. We already have Cassandra.”

-It’s like a very tired mother telling their child to put back the puppy. The fire breathing, 200 ton puppy.

-Keeps talking about your image, trying to raise such a thing after the several encounters you’ve had with dragons ended with you almost dead

-Actually, no, go right ahead. She’d love to see what’d happen. Don’t worry, you’ll do fiiiine.

Varric

-*Currently having Vietnam flashbacks* “Please no.”

-He’s kinda split. On one hand, he doesn’t want to deal with this. On the other, imagine the stories he could write

-He thinks he needs to stop telling dragon jokes because the first time he said he had expected Corypheus to pull a dragon out of his ass and he did. Made the same joke about the Inquisitor…

-Comes to like the idea when he sees the Inquisitor treating it like a mabari. Who’s a good, man-eating, electricity-breathing dragon? Yes it’s you!

Cole

-”Your child? But...it’s a dragon? How do you make it your child? It’s rather big. Warm and happy, it doesn’t know about the outside yet or what’s waiting for it...I think you’d make a great mother dragon.”

-He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. (Get it? No? Ok, I’ll see myself out) He has no problems with this

-It actually helps a lot that Cole can tell you if he's upset or not happy. Gives you an idea of the mood swings it has

-Cole is confused on why you keep calling it ‘one’ of your children. Who are the rest? Varric puts emphasis on Kid when he’s talking to Cole.

Solas

-*Solas Disapproves*

-What could go wrong? He has a list. What if it doesn’t listen? What if it’s uncontrollable? How do you expect to raise it? What are you even going to feed it? People? Your enemies? Where are you going to keep it? What if it causes more damage than the one Corypheus had? What if-?

-If he can’t convince you to put it back, he does try to help you with it. Hell, (if your inquisitor drank from the Well) you were able to control the ancient dragon, this one shouldn’t be much harder

-He gives it pet names, favors calling it names associated to the type it is. For example, a fire one would be nicknamed Little Burner or Little Light, a cold one would be Frost or Snowflake.

Cassandra

-*Cassandra Greatly Disapproves*

-Makes you put it back, she doesn’t even want to hear the ridiculous reasoning for why you want it as a ‘child’. You already have destructive children and their names are Varric, Sera, Bull, and Cole.

-There is absolutely no way in whatever realms that exist is she going to allow this to happen, the absolute absurdity of the whole idea is- Somehow you got it to Skyhold and it’s name is now Fluffy.

-Maker, give her strength to put up with you. She might see you as a great leader, but sometimes you can make some really stupid decisions.

The Iron Bull

-”This is one of the most dangerous ideas I’ve ever heard. Can I help raise it?”

-You don’t even have to ask, he’s helping to carry the egg, talking about different ways it could be used whether for battle or for intimidation

-He’s dedicating his time to this creature and has actually done some reading up on how to properly care for it

-If you’re not careful, it starts to think Bull’s it’s mother, following him around and chirping. The Chargers have taken to calling him Mama Bull. 

Dorian

-”That’s a brilliant idea, Inquisitor! And after that, we’ll go raise Corypheus from the dead and ask him to join us for afternoon tea! Oh, why not invite my mother as well! Why not just summon Andraste herself?!”

-Safe to say, he thinks this is one of your worst ideas. But he’s not gonna stop you. What? It’s gonna be funny watching you try and raise this creature

-Said he wanted nothing to do with it, but still comes around to make sure you haven’t killed it. And that it’s properly being covered. And that you’re not breaking it.

-He adores it, though, once it’s born. Won’t admit it, but the baby talk gives it away

Sera

-”This. Is going to be. The BEST joke. Ever!”

-Keep Sera away from it, she’s almost broke it several times, either by trying to carry it or rapping her knuckles against it

-It’s like a little kid waiting for their baby sibling to be born: she’s drawn pictures of it eating people and taking a shit on nobles, she keeps talking about what all they can do with a dragon on their side including blowing stuff up

-Has nicknamed it PeeWee. No reason whatsoever.

Blackwall

-*very deep sigh* “Please, please say you’re joking.”

-You’re not joking? Andraste, he’s too old for this. It’s like the Inquisitor is trying to give him a heart attack wherever he goes

-He doesn’t really give his opinion but you do see him give the egg a weary look every once in awhile

-Comes to actually enjoy the little thing, feeding it bits of food because ‘it gave me the look’ or petting it and telling it that it’s very handsome/beautiful