Channeled Angelic Wisdom of the Jewels of Truth Series on Sex Addicts and Jealousy

Hello All,

It's been a personal journey to reach this moment to blog here today, aside from today's duo of channeled angelic wisdom topics penned originally today as a 1st draft by longhand. (i.e., it typically takes me 2 hours for inspirational psychic automatic writing.) But, let me first digress before I go off on the "Jewels of Truth" tangent. 

The reason in part why I missed my blog entry for late January last month. Was because I was observing the 3rd anniversary of my mother's passing from complications due to Covid-19. I wasn't in a state of mind due to melancholy and for some reason, it hit me harder this time around. 

Also, a Happy Twofer of Holidays today February 14th for this year 2024. We get the celebration of St. Valentine's Day and also part of the Christian Lent season for Ash Wednesday today. So I consider it a twofer which is a very auspicious occurrence n'est-ce pas? (Isn't it so?)

Today is in part a day of romantics but in an existential sense, it is also for lovers of the divine or of God(dess) him/her/itself. As a metaphysical phenomenon where the love is unconditional based upon Agape the form of love that is spiritually of service be it brotherly or sisterly. 

The nameless selfless angel I channeled as a master of grace decided to surprise me with the topic. I do that sometimes as a spiritual-based psychic channeler via automatic writing. I allow the angel to choose the topics and thus today's topics seem noir for St. Valentine's Day. Not just an excuse for the merry happy loving fool-making abandonment of the gaiety of the joys of lovemaking. But, the consequences when predation of the vile human condition is also unwittingly present, unfortunately. 

So I leave you with a duo of topics on the dark side of lovemaking that turns sour into lust for sex addicts and jealousy itself. Courtesy by the narration of the angelic master. Without further adieu may your spiritual horizons be healthy and well guarded in peace always. Amen. 

Sex Addicts:

3291) The gaze of the forbidden love can become the gaze of the unlawful. What was once an innocent attraction soon becomes obsessively passionate whereby it overheats unto a grotesque wanton unbridled Lust through and through. 

The seeker is now the crazed hunter of a manifold of social ills that best serves no one but the deformed fallen soul from within. We the Heavenly Host do not ever condone such hateful longing for the diabolical flesh. That injures everything that is noble and heartfelt normal of the Holy Spirit within each of you that may have such reckless aims. 

The flesh can be a thing of pristine beauty when it is cherished rightly by a mutually dignified grace of courtship. Where there is honor and devotion with respect towards the other person without succumbing to petty and vile tendencies of domination. Whether this is in genuine love-making even if such an adoration is purely spiritual of higher orders of devotion to God itself for the pure of heart in life. 

To have a predatory yearning toward forbidden lust in an unconditional classical deranged manner. Denotes truly a broken aspect of your personality and function in the world at large. A psychological fragmentation that reeks of a shattered life in the making. By masking selfish tendencies eroding morality to the point that carnal pleasure supersedes common sense revealing a total meltdown of addiction. 

Seek not to be defiled by the hungry that know no peace of the forbidden lust of various types of people and even animals themselves such as beastality. Whether as incest with relatives that lends itself to rape towards pedophilia that shatters a young life before it ever had a chance to begin emotionally. When there is no consent granted and devoid of manipulations by grooming the potential victim to be your fodder. Turn away from such corruptions we the Heavenly Host implore you for the sanctity of your soul. 

Be not the destructive monster that upends the lives of others be they innocent and guilty alike. Allow for the first whispers of grace to become the shining light of mercy led by unconditional forgiveness to find relief. Otherwise, the cost of your insanity will be complete as deformed and impugned to no end in sight. Your freedom will be no more rather more a slave to such devices that wreck any semblance of righteousness from having a sway over you. 

Do not be so far gone that you give in to such animalistic tendencies that leave you more of a rotten creature than an actual person in life. Those who are into predatory dating as womanizers are one such class of players of mind games in the sexual throes of personal conquest over the other lover. Such men and lesbian women be forewarned you are the Bitch within seeking domination truly over yourself. It is just you project it outwards as a form of demented transference onto your many lovers. 

Destruction of the flesh can be with violence as in warfare and it can also be certainly under the sexual guise coupled with self-loathing as predators of the erotic flesh by various degrees of Hell on Earth. Please discipline yourselves for even the youth of the man who later becomes St. Augustine from antiquity. Led such a highly sexualized youth as a hedonistic party-goer until that too led to personal disgust and tragedy in his life. 

Be the wiser and grow away from a life of the famine of lust into a greater looming perpetual state of forgiveness beginning within yourselves from God. Give yourself permission not to destroy yourselves multiple times over and then spread your moral disease elsewhere let alone sexually transmitted infections to the unknown. Yield to the spark that gives life spiritually from within your soul and allow us the shepherds of the ancient gods known as the angels to lead you away with mercy and peace of mind and heart in life. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Jealousy:

3292) Be not the fool that destroys that which he or she has cherished in a relationship all along in this life. The wanton yearning for complete control over your lover by means of smothering them with your insecurities. Lends itself to stupidity rather than willful surveillance that is based on mutual trust. Jealousy can upend years of progress akin to a dripping acid of doubts that corrodes everything it touches in your mindless thoughts. 

To burn the bushes of Jealousy denotes a childish demeanor of being a spoiled brat. Making unrealistic assertions that defy common sense and mutual respect of your adored person(s). Placing the doubting Thomas with untold jealousy as the tyrannical ruler, judge, and executioner of their lover. 

The cliche is solid when it is the idiot man who with bravado as a womanizer has an informal circle of lovers akin to a haram. Such is the grand seducer or the lady killer of the submissive woman that is tricked suspecting they are truly in a monogamous loving union. That when he feels betrayed by a female lover who shows tendencies like his own to circulate with other men throws an unsuspecting tantrum himself as a hypocrite. 

Spells a vile tendency to control which is otherwise meant to teach him a hard lesson for the sake of the divine by means of karma. Such a bull-headed bastard gets a taste of his own poison and thus reveals his chauvinistic misgivings regardless of just cause. 

All who listen deeply have unfortunately seen this occur elsewhere in discreet social circles. The womanizer will injure the guilty and innocent alike just to feed their ego-centric narcissistic wants for carnal power over submissive or unsuspecting women. The logical fair truth is easily damned with such a dwarfed emotionally disturbed man or lesbian. With disgusted outbursts for control through unjustified manipulation with a wreckless need for power that borders on the insane. 

Those unhinged men and lesbians as womanizers who deem themselves with sexist bravado. Can easily lead to animalistic if not eventual demonic whoredom worshipping their own conquests in the making. Their hapless lovers caught in such a bewildering loop are now trapped in a web of manipulation and lies that can lead easily to domestic violence. 

On the other hand, as there are poor examples of patriarchy there are also disturbed women akin to Black Widow Lovers. Controlling or attempting to control ever-widening circles of their associates and lovers be they men and woman alike bi-sexually. These ill-gotten gains make Machiavellian look like an amateur choir boy in the offing. 

All manner of social drama is the stage that such Black Widow lovers thrive upon as their fields of cherished power over the hoodwinked. Their downfall is to injure or compete against their egotistical superficial pride. Often some are only living by an outline of a strategy of dominance where random unsanctioned events trigger a maelstrom of revenge and conquest alike. When others suffer in their sabotaging ways they smile with bloodless abandon towards the point of sheer malevolence. 

The Fallen whom walk amongst you as a continual work of ruin becomes an ever-widening superhighway into perdition itself. What began innocently soon spirals out of your egotistical control. Instead of surrendering towards the bitter lessons of life learned. They deepen their despair to the point of cultivating corruption wherever they gaze upon that suits their supremacy for ill-gotten unholy power socially and holistically.

But, the spread of their lies isn't sufficient they must make themselves as narcissists to being the legitimate caregiver that helps their distressed victims. To subjugate the other unbeknownst to them in circumstances of their choosing to begin spooling deadly silk to choke the innocent life from their prey unwittingly. 

The more victims they absorb into their madness as long cast shadows become a sweet-tasting venom of their design. Such manipulated victims become further lost to the world isolated further into the embrace of the Black Spider Queen. Sacrificial pawns of one hapless kind towards another are her newfound minions to serve the Queen Bitch as her fodder. 

Whether they are hooked by ideological brainwashing or sheer blackmail makes no difference. The Jealousy of such a manipulator soon weaves are viral madness like an infection like no other. Their Tyranny is only ended as the viper is soon beheaded by the often stoic noble-hearted knight out in the world metaphorically speaking. 

So confess your mistakes and make amends gradually where permissible without injuring your once victims of yesterday, today again. The one that rules themselves alone versus throngs of idiots is far more powerful of a purveyor of justice in due time. That only God can ordain with integrity in life.

Yours is the choice ultimately to live by the pain of your lessons with social horrors. Or pursue the pleasure of godly wisdom that leads you towards Heaven on Earth within a lifetime. Amen. ---Ivan Pozo-Illas / Atrayo.

Ivan "Atrayo" Pozo-Illas, has devoted 28 plus years of his life to the pursuit of clairaudient-inspired automatic writing channeling the Angelic Heavenly host. Ivan is the author of the spiritual wisdom series "Jewels of Truth" consisting of 3 volumes published to date. He also utilizes a unique channeled angelic divination method called the Multi-Deck Divination System. Numerous examples of his work are available at "Atrayo's Oracle" blog site of 18 years plus online. You're welcome to visit his website "Jewelsoftruth.us" for further information or to contact Atrayo directly.

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genuinely so many of you want to be leftist and "punk" and countercultural soooooo bad but you refuse to become comfortable with the concept of people taking drugs for fun because they like it and not because they were somehow tricked or forced into it without knowing what they were getting themselves into

you'll be like "addiction is a disease!!" but think you're better than those degenerate stoners because you only drink energy drinks and white claws and would never touch "illegal drugs"

many if not most drugs CAN be consumed completely safely with almost 0 risk to the user and even if that werent true and all drugs were extremely dangerous you still wouldn't be better than those of us who love doing drugs recreationally

lighten up and grow up. get offline, talk to real adults, and stop being shocked to discover that they enjoy doing stuff that adults do like have sex and do drugs and even listen to rock and roll

@prismaluv I promised an actual eon ago that I would write something for Dream and Desire, and here it is, though I fear I haven't landed exactly where you were aiming for...

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It has come to Dream’s attention that something is… wrong… in the Threshold.

It is not usually for him to take note of his siblings’ affairs. Particularly when said sibling is Desire. He would sooner let them wallow; perhaps it would teach them a lesson. But the malady, or irritation or scheme or whatever it may be is now seeping into the Dreaming, and so Dream must determine if it is intentional or not and what, depending on the answer, he must do about it.

The Threshold naturally shares a border with the Dreaming, for, to Dream’s chagrin, dreams and desires do find common or contested ground in love and ambition and other feelings besides. And those desirous dreams have been sickened. Corrupted. Dreamers see their lovers’ ravening maws and wake nauseous from what should have been visions of lovemaking; children’s songs curdle mockingly in their ears as light expands beyond joy beyond pain beyond burning. These dreams are not serving their purpose and Dream must put a stop to it.

“Sibling,” he calls, and receives no reply, but the Threshold allows him in, when he steps from the border of his realm into Desire’s.

The long pathways of Desire’s body are empty as ever. A mockery of blood vessels pumping nothing. Dream walks the known paths, alert in the silence, past the lungs with no breath, to the heart with no beating.

He steps into the curving chambers of that heart, the center of Desire’s power in the Threshold. His steps echo on the hard walls.

“Mmm,” comes Desire’s voice, slurred with malaise, echoing from deeper within, “come to gloat, have you, brother?”

“I have come to determine your purpose in poisoning my realm,” Dream says, following their voice. “I warned you not to toy with me again.”

Desire lets out a disgusted sigh. “Not everything I do is about you.”

“Recent events would suggest otherwise.” Dream finally reaches the central atrium of the Threshold’s heart. Desire is sprawled out on a chaise lounge, head pillowed on their arm. Their eyes are closed, their clothes wrinkled and ill-fitting, their hair lank. They appear to be wearing Despair’s ripped and stained jumper. Dream frowns.

“Go awayyyyy,” Desire complains. “Leave me to my misery.”

“What afflicts you?” Dream asks, standing over them. “Or are you simply experiencing remorse for your crimes, at long last?”

“‘Afflicts’,” Desire mutters, mockingly. “I am being persecuted and abused. Abandoned. Wasting away in apathy.”

Dream sits delicately on the arm of a chair by their side. If there truly is something wrong, and Desire is not just being melodramatic, or trying to annoy him, then they must take action. He will not allow the Dreaming to be harmed. “I fail to see how it could be persecution and abandonment at once.”

“Have you not seen them, Dream?” Desire complains, finally cracking one bleary golden eye open to look up at him.

“Seen whom?” Dream asks, with what he thinks is admirable patience.

“The people! Nobody wants anything. Not in a way that matters. Oh, it’s too easy. It’s too easy to take shortcuts. They don’t understand desire anymore.” Desire clutches their heart dramatically.

“I have not the faintest clue what you are talking about,” Dream says.

“I am a starving and bottomless mouth,” Desire tells him, looking up at him with both shining eyes now. “See, my teeth.” They bare their teeth at him. Their incisors are very sharp.

“I am aware of this.”

“And they think they can feed me with tiny little candies like a yapping chihuahua that’ll finally shut up. They’re poisoning me. They’re starving me. They’re glutting themselves on whatever makes the brain chemmies go weeweeweeweewoo for a second and look— look.” They drag down the hem of Despair’s jumper, peel back a layer of skin. Under it is not flesh, nor blood, but void, an expanding, hungry, agonized void. Dream stares into it, alarmed.

Desire lets their ‘skin’ snap back into place. “What does it even mean, Dream?” they ask rhetorically. “Nothing. It is all fleeting. Nothing deep about it. No one yearns, Dream. No one YEARNS!”

This is said in a despairing wail. Cautiously, Dream pets their hair.

“You crave deep and abiding wants and there is a glut of trivialities and distractions,” he summarizes, and they nod, teary. “Would it appease you if I removed all memory of mobile phones from the face of the earth?”

It doesn’t appease them, but it does make them laugh. Desire laughs, choked and teary, clutching at his hand. “God, I forgot that you’re actually funny when you’re not trying to be.”

It is strange, after all that has transpired, to have what could be considered a civil conversation. Dream still does not forgive them for anything they have done, and perhaps never will, but he sees, for a moment, a much younger year, when they were, in a fashion, friends.

“Many deep desires live in dreams now, for they have little hope of fulfillment,” he says. “But these small morsels, candies as you say, these are not dreamt of, except perhaps in nightmares of eternal wasting. It is still what dwells deepest in the heart that drives dreaming.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I matter?” Desire bites, and Dream simply says—

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Desire seems genuinely disturbed; perhaps they really did think he came to revel in their misery. Perhaps Dream did. But one of his siblings struggling in their duty can only have ill effects on his dreamers, and on their waking selves besides. Dream would be incredibly remiss in not addressing it. Or so he tells himself is his reasoning.

“I do believe there are still fierce desires in this world, though perhaps they have become buried. Usurped,” he says. “Disconnected from the body which is, as I understand it, their rightful home. Though addressing this is not something with which I can aid you.”

The body of living creatures is far outside Dream’s purview, and not something he well understands, except as it manifests in dreams—of hope of change, of twisted horror, of curling heat. And even then, it is far from him.

“I can’t believe you’re giving me advice and it’s not just telling me to go fuck myself,” Desire says faintly. Dream begins to protest, but they continue, “Not that you’d ever use those words, Your Highness.”

“It serves no one if one of our realms is in disarray,” says Dream, and if there is a sharp point to it, a reminder of exactly the damage Desire had so carelessly wrought in Dream’s realm, all the better. “I cannot assist you in managing it, only offer the perspective of dreams. If it proves good counsel, then I will be glad.”

“If it proves good counsel,” Desire mutters. “Fuck you, you superior prick.”

But it is not as sharp and cutting as it might once have been.

Dream abruptly realizes his hand is still touching their hair, and removes himself. He stands, arranging his cloak around him.

“Well,” says Desire, craning their neck back to look up at him upside down, “you must be right on one count. Lingering about here is doing no good.” They stretch, arms above their head, spine cracking. “I suppose I will go stalk the outside world and see if I can’t stoke their desires from ember to inferno.”

“I am certain you can, if you feel that will achieve your aims,” Dream says. Desire’s ability to draw out human wants and push their pursuit is not in question, their mere presence in a space accomplishes that. Whether that will turn their charges away from passing, unsatisfying trinkets and to deeper pleasures is another matter. “Meanwhile, please withdraw your malaise from the borders of my realm. The small children are being hypnotized by dreams of meaningless drivel and it displeases me.”

“Should’ve known you wouldn’t like YouTube,” Desire sighs. They maneuver themselves to sitting in a slanted, tired lean. For a moment, the silence lingers, stretched between them like syrup.

Finally, growing uncomfortable but stiffening his spine, Dream says, “If you are not going to imminently fall apart and cause havoc, then I will take my leave.”

“I love how much you care,” says Desire, sarcastically. Then, tilting their head, “You do care. Just a little bit. Don’t you?”

Dream does not respond to this.

“You could have simply disentangled all your little dreams from my realm and instead you came to check on me,” they say, with glee, and Dream glares. And Desire, apparently sensing a fight, subsides.

“Always lovely when you come around, dear brother,” they say, reclining back against their chaise lounge, eyes glittering despite the neglected state of their form. “Do come again.”

“If you remedy your affairs, then I will not have to,” says Dream curtly, and steps backwards into the Dreaming.

Desire does so love to press buttons at moments when they have almost reached an accord. Desire, once his most loved sibling. Those days are gone now, and Dream does not see them coming back.

To anybody wondering if they are asexual, ask yourself this important question.

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Heavy trigger warnings for sa, victim blaming, and gambling addiction.

This is very early on to make a critical meta of Hazbin Hotel, so consider this a contained critique of ep4 alone. And if the show goes in a whole different direction, I'll gladly eat my word.

Angel Dust is Victim Blamed in Ep4

A character doesn't speak for its show, but it seems like they were playing it straight. And they took it too far. Their situations have simularities, but cannot go beyond a small parallel.

Husk had power and but lost it because of his addiction. Now he's stuck serving an overlord. Angel had no power and made one mistake. Now he's getting r*ped and abused. These situations are not the same. Which makes the next bit very distasteful:

No he isn't. He's a sa survivor. That is victim blaming. Making an endearing song about how they're similar where Husk is calling Angel a loser, is straight up victim blaming. What makes this even worse is that Angel is now convinced that he's a loser.

There's another massive issue with framing Angel Dust and Husk as similar, one that I've spotted in Poison as well. I think it's perfectly illustrated here:

But we weren't talking about Angel Dust supposedly having a sex addiction. We were talking about him getting r*ped because of a contract. The show is painting a picture of Angel being drawn to sex work and being a loser for it. Angel Dust's "appletite" is not the issue. He is not the issue.

But looking back at Poison, I don't think this issue stems from comparing Angel to Husk. Because in his own song, he says this:

"Addicted"? What does he mean by that? The feelin' of... getting r*ped?

The show is mixing up a sex addiction with sexual abuse and the implications couldn't be worse. They're making it seem like Angel Dust caused his sexual abuse because he was an addict. Like it's his fault for being "drawn" and I don't know what the intent was, but someone fucked up.

I came into this episode hearing it was insensitive, but coming in with an open mind. I honestly didn't expect victim blaming. I didn't expect sexual abuse to be compared to following orders. I didn't expect a sa survivor getting called a loser. And I didn't expect lines like "I can't help but swallow". Again, if they subvert this, great! I'll be happy. But for now: He didn't cause any of this. He's not a loser.

Morpheus is a demisexual incubus. In other words, being him sucks. He doesn't want to have intercourse with any strangers, thank you very much. He's been feeling like a failure for a long time because what's his worth if he cannot perform his function? And he just can't have one-night stands, it feels very wrong to him. Eventually, after centuries of starvation, he finds a solution: he simply creates dreams of a sexual nature for sleeping minds instead of actually having sex. This is much better. Now, he'd really love to find a loving partner...The problem is, the creatures/gods/humans he tries to date all have a very wrong idea of him. Well, they have the right idea of most of his species - incubuses are beings whose existence is defined by sex - but Morpheus looks for emotional connection and a deeper bond…that's why he gets dumped every time he refuses to give it on the first date. Hob Gadling is a sexaholic. He homewrecked a marriage (or two...or three...or four. he didn't count, alright?), left a string of broken hearts in the aftermath of whirlwind nights, and simply ruined lots of chances for a happy, fulfilling relationship. He's been in therapy for some time now to manage his addiction, and he believes he's ready to give a committed relationship a try. He really strives to maintain sexual sobriety this time and be a better partner. When Hob sees a gorgeous dark-haired stranger with electric blue eyes in a cafe, it's love - and lust - at first sight. The man is beautiful, and, oh, what Hob wouldn't give to bend him over in the gents...But hey, he knows it leads nowhere, so he shakes off the reverie and approaches the stranger, trying to keep himself at bay. And to think of serious intentions. Morpheus is very guarded at first: being an incubus, he can see dreams, nightmares, and daydreams of a sexual nature, and he's ready to bolt together with his cappuccino and pain au chocolat the very moment he catches a whiff of Hob's fantasies about him. However, Hob does his best to conceal his struggle, and Morpheus...stays. They talk a bit, and then a lot, and even have a walk in the park. Hob is smart, funny, and very charming. Morpheus immensely enjoys their spontaneous date. When it comes to the end, Hob doesn't invite Morpheus to his place, but he makes it clear that he'd like to see him again. Morpheus is secretly delighted: he's seen a whole Kama Sutra featuring himself in Hob's mind during their date, but Hob is being so sweet and considerate! Perhaps it means something. He agrees to meet again but tries not to get his hopes high. After all, it's just a second date, and his natural allure of incubus is almost impossible to resist even for a person without sex addiction. How many dates will it take for Hob to get into Morpheus' pants? And will he be able not to break his heart and stay faithful? Who knows...

This is SUCH a good au. Good on Hob for going to therapy, I’m proud of him. And good on Morpheus for giving him a chance, despite all the HD dirty thoughts that are projecting out of his brain!

The thing about Hob is, everybody might as well be an incubus, as far as he’s concerned. Every adult person that he meets is a threat to his sobriety. He has those kinds of thoughts on a near constant basis, as Morpheus begins to realise when they spend more time together. And for Morpheus this is actually a huge bonus. Knowing that Hob sees him just as he sees the rest of the world is actually quite soothing. Hob doesn’t want to fuck him because he’s an incubus - he might as well be immune to Morpheus’s sex magic, because he’s constantly at full capacity already! He genuinely likes Morpheus for his personality as well as wanting to get freaky with him.

Plus Hob is one of the more understanding people that Morpheus has spoken to about his demisexualness. Hob has experienced an extremely heightened sense of sexual attraction for much of his life, and it’s always felt out of his control. So he understands what it is to have a different relationship with sex. He’d never want Morpheus to force himself into sex. Although he is somewhat concerned that his friend (date? friend who he is dating?) may not be feeding as much as he should be.

Ultimately they both want the same thing: an emotional bond, a closer connection. Hob is deeply afraid of fucking it up but he really really likes Morpheus, could maybe ever love him? At least he feels like love actually does exist when Morpheus is around. For half a minute he can stop thinking about sex and just think about Morpheus’s pretty blue eyes and his tiny little smile… he’s stopped counting how many dates they’ve been on without fucking. And Morpheus? Well, he’s starting to feel like sex with Hob would actually be rather nice.

Maybe there’s a place for them to meet in the middle. It doesn’t have to be everything or nothing. At the very least, Morpheus is positive that Hob will taste like the most intoxicating of drugs. And he’s starving for it.

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cursed modern human garashir au where ds9 is an old ruined resort that was built by some evil rich motherfuckers years ago and was recently seized back by the native people whose land and economy it had destroyed. it's since been converted into an affordable apartment complex sort of situation (just... with a pool, bar, restaraunts, spa and tennis court built into it lol) and is run by sisko and kira. since it is rundown, odo gets hired back on to keep kids from further vandalizing it and o'brien's team gets hired on from the nonprofit organization sisko works for to fix the place up best he can. dukat is the old overseer of the property who drops by sometimes to remind them he and his hospitality business still exist, and my, what a fine job they’ve done renovating the place! it’s actually nice again. sure would be a shame if someone bought the property out from under them (lmao jk kardasi hospitality and starfleet are friends! no hard feelings. they should collaborate on some future projects, actually).

garak's a sad bitch who just lost his amazing morally dubious nepotism career at obsidian corp. (which absorbed kardasi hospitality) and moved into the complex just for the comfortingly familiar architecture. even tho he's not on the payroll for his (secret) dad's evil exploitative company anymore he's still vital to its continued efficiency and is an absolute sucker who still does unpaid shady work for them from time to time. so no one in the complex likes him, but also he's a very pleasant and fastidious queer man who pays his rent on time and has completely taken over the laundry room, to the benefit of everyone, because all the machines actually work now, it's always tidy, and there's a variety of forever-stocked detergents and soaps available, plus an iron?? there was not an iron before garak moved in. which is how it eventually becomes public knowledge that garak has an online tailoring and fashion design business, and he's actually pretty good at restoring clothes that get fucked by the washing machine or eaten by rats, soooo. yeah. they let him stick around.

meanwhile julian's a hot doctor who works at the local hospital and is absolutely buried in student debt that he refuses to let his moderately-wealthy family help him with because they're awful people who had him on illegal drugs without his knowledge since he was a little kid. they were afraid he had something wrong with him, apparently. he was too far behind in his class or w/e. they couldn't handle having a kid with special needs, so they pumped him full of dangerous experimental stimulants. only reason he found out is because he snuck off somewhere to start transitioning and had some tests done that revealed all the crazy shit in his system. he's insanely lucky he didn't end up in the hospital with seizures or fall into a coma or worse. not to mention his parents still dead-name him left and right over a decade later. it's a whole mess and a huge secret, because he technically has a history with illegal drug abuse, and it's a partially ongoing history because going cold turkey off drugs he's been on since he was six is Not A Good Idea, so??? fuck his life, actually. he lives in the apartment just down the hall from garak's. 

garak hates the country his dad's company expanded into and would like nothing better than to move back home, but it's not really logistically possible. especially since everyone there hates him cuz his (secret) dad's company is a mega-corporation that's completely taken over everything p much and is a complete monopoly nightmare, and he did... kinda... work there for decades. no one would hire him if he went back. it would be an extreme conflict of interest, since everyone wants to stay on tain's good side, including garak. but starfleet is interested in him, so he does some begrudging contract work for them sometimes, but he really has no desire to join them. he just wants to resume his old career and reclaim his assets.

julian's hospital is owned by starfleet, tho. his scholarship into medical school was also from starfleet, in fact--they're the only reason he was able to (sort of) afford becoming a doctor at all. so he's a big fan, even tho they are pretty hardcore anti-drugs in a way that's made him have to forge medical records and risk serious legal charges and prison time. julian comes across as a squeaky clean medical professional and an adorable idiot, but he's intimately familiar with back-alley dealings. which is kind of how he ends up helping garak with his drug addiction, and keeps said addiction off the record.

but basically, how it begins is julian likes to support the local restaurants in the complex and garak finds him there and thinks he's gorgeous, and it proceeds as expected. they fuck nasty and become codependent. ten years later, julian lives in a modest house with garak in his home country and garak irons all his old university hoodies.

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