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໒꒱ ⌒ ｡ 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐄 ★ · ⟆ ﹏ ！
⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ﹙🪽﹚ 女神とその信者 ୨ৎ . . .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝐽 𝐽 𝐾 𝑀 𝑒 𝑛 𝑥 𝐹 𝑒 𝑚 𝑅 𝑒 𝑎 𝑑 𝑒 𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ♡ㅤ𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶ㅤ۫ㅤ𝅄ㅤೀ
୨୧₊˚ 𝘋𝘈𝘋𝘠 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕 — 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰, 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶, 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 <3
˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language and this is one of my works that I had posted in my previous blog. Hope you enjoy!
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 | 五条 悟 ─ 𓇼 . ♡𝆬
She walked into his life like a beacon of light, a goddess among mortals, she was a beautiful sight. He couldn't believe his luck, couldn't believe she was real, for his heart was hers, from the moment she made him feel.
Her smile, her laughter, her every little move, had him bowing down, for she had nothing to prove. To him, she was perfection, a vision from above, he worshipped her, with every atom of his love.
Like a devoted disciple, he followed her every command, for she was his world, his everything, his land. He would do anything, to keep her by his side, for with her love, he felt complete, he felt alive.
She was his goddess, his source of strength. He would sing her praises, to anyone who'd listen, for in her presence, he felt like a man on a mission.
He lit candles, burned incense, and laid out flowers, for his love for her, had the highest of powers. He prayed to her, with every breath, every thought, for she was his goddess, and he was forever caught.
He would write her poems, and paint her portraits, for she inspired him, like no one else in the world did. He saw her as a deity, a divine being, and in her arms, was where he found his true meaning.
To him, she was Aphrodite, the goddess of love, for she was the one who made his heart soar above. He worshipped her beauty, both inside and out, for to him, she was without a doubt, a goddess throughout.
With each passing day, his love only grew, for her divine presence, was all that he knew. He dedicated his life, to making her happy, for to him, she was sacred, and not just a fancy.
He would kneel before her, and kiss her feet, For she was the one, who made his heart skip a beat. His devotion knew no bounds, his love knew no end, For she was his goddess, his lover, his friend.
So he worshipped her, with all his heart and soul, for she was his goddess, and he was forever her devotee. Her love was his religion, her touch was his prayer, and in her arms, he found his heaven, his divine affair.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 | 宿儺 ─ 𓇢𓆸 . ♡𝆬
He stood in awe, before her divine grace , a cruel man, humbled by her heavenly face. His heart once cold, now beating with desire, for his lover, who set his soul on fire.
With each step she took, he was mesmerized. Her beauty, unmatched, could not be disguised. He saw her as a goddess, above all else. His love for her, not bound by any spell.
But his actions, cruel, had caused her pain. He had hurt her, again and again. Yet she remained, by his side, forgiving. For her love for him was ever-lasting.
He would kneel before her, begging for mercy, hoping to rid himself of his wicked deeds. But she would simply smile, and take his hand, Guiding him towards a better path, so grand.
She showed him kindness, in the face of his wrath, and slowly but surely, softened his hard path. He couldn't believe his luck, to have her by his side, a goddess on earth, his love, his pride.
He would watch her as she slept, so peaceful and serene, her beauty, shining like nothing he had ever seen. And in those moments, he would vow, to always love and cherish her, forever and more.
He promised to make amends, for all his wrongs, to love her, protect her, and sing her songs. For she was his goddess, his everything, and he would do everything, to make her heart sing.
So he continued to admire her, in all her glory, a cruel man, now changed, by her love story. For she was his blessing, his guiding light, His goddess on earth, who showed him what's right.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 | 七海 建人 ─ ☘︎ . ♡𝆬
Her beauty was unparalleled, and his love for her, endless. Every feature, every curve, was a masterpiece to behold. He could not help but admire, the perfection he was sold.
Her eyes were like pools of gold, reflecting the light of her soul. With every glance, she captured his heart, and made him feel whole.
Her smile, oh her smile. It was like the sun breaking through, melting away all his worries, and making his dreams come true.
Her voice, like a siren's call, entranced him, held him captive. He would gladly surrender, to her melody so attractive.
Her touch, like a gentle breeze, softly caressing his skin. It sent shivers down his spine, and he knew he could never win.
Her laughter, so pure and sweet, filled his heart with joy and glee. He could listen to it forever, and his love for her would never flee.
Her presence, like a warm embrace, gave him strength to face each day. With her by his side, he could conquer the world, and his fears would all go away.
She was his everything, his world, his queen, his shining star. He would always cherish and adore her, For she was his goddess, his lover, his heart.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 | 夏油 傑 ─ 𓆉 . ♡𝆬
He gazed upon her with pure adoration, his love for her was beyond all explanation. In his eyes, she was more than just a mere mortal, she was his everything, his reason to be immortal.
She was his goddess, his divine existence, in her presence, he found pure bliss and contentment. Every step she took, he followed faithfully, for her love was his only reality.
He worshipped her beauty, her every feature, her presence alone was a calming creature. In her embrace, he found true salvation, his devotion to her, a never-ending dedication.
She was the one who brought light to his world, her love, a never-fading flame, always unfurled. In her arms, he felt safe and secure, her love for him, an eternal cure.
He praised her with words, like a true devotee, for her love was his only true sanctuary. In her presence, he found peace and tranquility, for she was his goddess, his one and only deity.
He offered her sacrifices, not of gold or silver, but of his undying love, that would last forever. For her, he would give up all that he had, for she was the one he cherished, his everything and more, his reason to be glad.
Her smile, a wondrous sight to behold, her laughter, a symphony, more precious than gold. In her eyes, he found his reflection, for she was his better half, his true perfection.
He adored her like no other, for her love, he would go to any length, any bother. In her heart, he found his home, For she was his goddess, and he, her humble dome.
Her touch, a sensation like no other, her love, a bond that no one could smother. He worshipped her with every breath he took, for she was his love, his forever, his only hook.
Their love, a story written in the stars, their bond, a connection that surpassed all scars. For she was his goddess, and he, her devoted lover, their love, a blessed one, that would last forever and ever.
ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 | 伏黒甚爾 ─ 𓆤 . ♡𝆬
He sits in the shadows, a broken man, his heart shattered, his soul in a foreign land. But his eyes still shine, when she walks by, for she is his light, in a world so dark and dry.
Her every movement a graceful dance, her voice a symphony, his heart in a trance. He watches her with awe, as if she's a goddess, her very presence in his life, a blessing, no less.
She holds his hand, when he's lost in the storm, her touch so gentle, his fears she can disarm. In her arms, he finds peace, his refuge, his home, for in her love, he knows he'll never be alone.
Her smile, like the sun, warms his weary soul, her laughter, a melody that makes him whole. She sees the broken pieces, but loves him still, for she knows, it's not the pieces, but the heart that matters, still.
He admires her strength, her determination, her courage to face life's every situation. For in her, he sees a warrior, a fierce spirit, and in her love, he finds the strength to face his fears, to let go and inherit.
Her eyes sparkles, like stars in the night sky, her beauty, unmatched, catches his breath, every time. For her, he would climb mountains, cross the seas, just to see her smile, to feel her love, to be at peace.
She is his rock, his anchor in the storm. The one who keeps him safe, when the waves are high and strong. With her by his side, he knows he can weather any storm, for in her love, he finds the courage to carry on.
He knows she is not perfect, but for him she is, for in his eyes, she's his goddess, his eternal bliss. He would give her the world, if only he could, for she's the one who taught him, what it truly means to love.
Together they stand, facing the world hand in hand, through every trial, they'll withstand. For their love is unbreakable, a bond that's true, and in each other's arms, they'll see each other through.
So he sits in the shadows, but he's no longer broken, for she is his light, his salvation, his unspoken. In her love, he finds his strength, his hope, his all. For she's the one who lifted him up, when he was about to fall.
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I See Through You.
MDNI 18+
3.2k words
Satan!Noah sebastian x Lost soul!Y/n
Christian/Religious themes, Satanic themes, Corruption kink, Mentions of death, Wax play, Oral sex (male and fem rec), Unprotected sex, Squirting, Dirty talk, Mentions of breeding kink
“The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be God's favorite.”
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Noah's pov.
Fuck. It should be ME. I'm the fucking king.
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Third person's pov.
He had been banished from the holy scene. His mind had been corrupted. He was God's favorite. The closest thing to becoming a god he would have ever gotten. Until…
His mind would run amuck at night. After the sun had set on the sacred land, laying in bed with his brethren just rooms away.
Day after day he had gotten sick of bowing down for the divinity. Growing like a disease. Growing and rooting itself deep within his bones, the veins that allowed his suborn blood to flow. Spreading deepest in the soul his God had granted him eternal life with.
Submitting himself to his almighty had become a tiring, weakening agenda. His hunger for power burned deep within his mind.
His position as the anointed cherub no longer satisfied his starvation for authority.
His attempt at dethroning God led him to be thrown, tossed, banished from the pearly gates every mortal soul had prayed to enter.
—
One of his now ex-brethren, bestowed a script to him. Curled together like an ancient pirate's map. On the scroll before him was one final message to the unholy individual from the Lord.
“Oh, my poor Samael. Where had I gone wrong? Pride, greed, envy. For how could you let them engulf your intelligence? To cause such rebellion? You, a lost soul, can no longer hold a position in my holy land.”
As he finished the script, he felt his soul burn and shrivel into complete nothingness. Nothing but a black void leaving him falling out of the sacred heaven he yearned to be the king of.
Falling through each layer of the Earth, he could feel his skin burning and aching as he did so. He landed in an unbeknownst hole, passing out on impact with rubble and dust falling upon him. On that cursed day, the eternal fire was born.
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If you are cast out, what's your next move going to be? Will you return cold? Or will you turn up the heat?
Last thing I sold them, had been my dignity. But, the truth is the devil sold his soul to me.
To me.
To ME.
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Noah's pov.
I had awoken in a displaced land. A funnel shaped cavern. Aggression and insanity ran cold through my veins. An inferno I was placed in.
If I wouldn't have an opportunity to rule the heavenly kingdom, I shall make my own. For lost souls, for sinners and those of who act upon blasphemy. For those who will not succumb to God. I will be the king of the mountain of purgatory.
For I will create a kingdom, not as its jailer, but as its healer. I will heal every soul that is not worthy of being in heaven. I will create an army, one so powerful that it can take down God and his disciples.
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Third person's pov.
Noah, as he had renamed himself, had spent years stacked upon years building and crafting his domain. A safe place to heal broken souls that were undeserving of heaven.
He had now accumulated centuries worth of individuals who lost their spot in the promised land. They were all dependent on him as their ruler, their king.
He had rediscovered himself. He no longer was a spirit of God, rather the opposite.
He no longer had soft, white, pure feathered wings. Instead his back was adorned with a set of deep black wings. They were covered with coarse fur, rough to the touch. His once dark honey colored eyes were now pitch black. He had grown fangs that looked perfect to sink into a soft, flawless neck.
He had all he could ever imagine…except a love to sit beside his throne, to rule his domain with him.
His heart desired and thirsted for a true love. Although he had millions of souls in his kingdom, he hadn't met a single one that could give him what he needed.
They were all too much like him. He wanted someone he had coax upon him. Someone he could play a game with.
He hadn't taken a leave of absence since the day he decided to create his own space. Maybe it was time to change that. A trip to the mortal world.
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Y/n's pov.
I sat upon a bench in the midst of a forest, taking in a deep breath of the midnight cool air. I had no place to go.
Parts of my soul, broken and seemingly unfixable. I was cursed to spend my days roaming the Earth as nothing but lonesome in my own purgatory. I would spend my day and night praying, atoning for my sins. Seemingly little, insignificant sins to anyone else were the reason I was stuck in this temporary state.
My Lord had promised if I could atone for my sins, I would be allowed into the promised land. I wanted nothing more, but my Earthborn body had long turned to dust, my hope slowly diminishing.
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If God came down from his kingdom, he came down from his throne and we asked him if he'd take us back, he would surely tell us no.
We live and die in vain like treasure on a sinking ship. All in the name of a God we'd just abandoned and forget.
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Third person's pov.
He had his eyes set on her. A lost soul, set in purgatory. Oh, how easy it would be to convince her to bestow her gift upon him.
She seemed perfect. Her skin having a soft glow to it. He knew if an Earth bound body could see her, they too would fall in love with the sight. Her glow gave off as a blue-ish tone, telling him all he needed to know.
As he moved through the trees, he watched as her panic became prominent.
“No one knows I'm here…unless?”
A small glimmer of hope shone through her sadness at the idea that her Lord had finally decided she was able to step foot into the holy divinity.
Her blood ran cold as a jagged finger ran across her skin.
She was so soft, the panic in her eyes set his body on flames. Her pure mind was one he could imagine 100 different ways to ruin.
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Noah's pov.
“What are you doing out here by yourself, angel?” My voice came out rough and coarse, while hers was much flowy, softer than mine could ever be.
I took a stand of her hair, taking in her delicious scent.
“Wh-wha-! Who are you!?” Her chest was rising and falling like a scared little bunny, her eyes darting back and forth across my features.
“I know you've heard of me. The Prince of Darkness, Beelzebub, Lord of Flies, The Antichrist. Baby, I'm you're one and only-” I was cut off, her screech throwing her into a fit of madness.
“THE DEVIL!?” Her cry must have been heard for miles, to any other lost soul or angel that was Earthbound at the moment.
I pulled her to my chest, covering her mouth.
“Shut the fuck up. I'm here to make a deal.”
A deal with the Devil.
“I see through you, angel. I know exactly what you are. A lost soul, hoping to atone for your sins. Am I close?” I spoke my words slowly and calmly, not needing a miscommunication.
Her head weakly nodded against my heaving chest.
“I'm going to take my hand away, and you're going to let me talk. Do you understand?”
Another nod was given.
Removing my hand oh so cautiously, I let her sit back down, holding my finger up to my mouth, indicating she needed to be quiet.
“He won't let you in there, baby.”
“You don't know that.” Her words flew out of her mouth, cold and harsh.
“Oh, but I do.” My index finger softly gliding down her cheek. She must have been previously crying.
“I was his favorite, you know? I had more power than any other angel. I was second below God himself.” My hands now placed behind my back as I paced back and forth. I didn't miss the way she watched me like a hawk.
“I wanted more. I needed more. He was far too greedy. He casted me out, sending me falling through Earth's layers, down into the deepest parts of the plane. His sacred, holy land was too much to bear. So, I created my own. My own kingdom.” I watched the starry night sky, all the stars twinkling as I explained my story.
Looking down at her, her face was painted with many emotions. Confusion, anger. I smirked to myself, knowing I had her questioning the almighty spirit.
“B-but God is…is good. He's purity and kindness.”
I scoffed.
“Come with me, my sweet angel. Rule with me. You will have power and you can be your own divinity. I can give you everything he could and more.” I whispered the last part into her ear, letting myself smile against her skin.
“Why…why are you beautiful? I thought-”
“Thought I was red? With horns and an outdated tail?” My eyebrows furrowed together as I spoke.
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I see through you, I know what you are. I see the devil more than I see God.
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Y/n's pov.
He was beautiful. Gorgeously put together, with a black suit, dress shoes and tattoos staining his skin. He was so enticing.
My head was dizzy and I could feel my core slowly weakening. This was absolute insanity.
I had no idea why I felt the need to say yes to his offer. His words were smooth like fresh honey floating through my ears.
Although tempting, I had to be strong. He could be lying. I had read the bible 5 times before passing to know this is what he does.
He's seducing, he tempts your faith, your religion. He gets in your head. He tempts you with bad decisions. He had powers beyond man. He was the reason Eve sunk her teeth into the forbidden fruit. He was the snake that left hissing in your ears after you had committed a sin.
“Come with me, I can make all your dreams come true, little one. I can make you belong.”
Belong? Your soul ached and yearned to belong somewhere.
“You can give in to your sins, free of guilt. Free of shame. No worries of fear of punishment.” He made a tempting debate.
Is this what you wanted for yourself?
“He'll leave you alone, you won't see him like you'll see me. Is that what you would like? He'll send messengers to talk through. You won't catch even a glimpse of him.”
I couldn't stand the thought. My mouth spoke before my brain could speak.
“Okay. I'll come with you.”
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Third person's pov.
A sinister smile spread across his lips.
“This will hurt a little.” He muttered as he tilted her head to the side. He sunk his teeth into her neck, covering her mouth as to muffle her cries. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt their minds morphing into one.
Giving her a mark. A mark to tell everyone how easily he had corrupted her mind. How she was now his.
Noah pulled away, licking away the blood that resided on his lips.
As for Y/n, she felt her body burn hot. Aching pain spread through her body, her soft blue glow now turning orange.
She watched as he cleaned up the mess, licking the blood away on her neck.
“Oh, my sweet angel. You've made the right decision.”
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As the pair now made their way into the kingdom, innumerable souls congratulated their king on his new found love.
They soon after found themselves in the Devil's bedroom. She hadn't taken Satan for one to sleep much.
“It isn't for sleeping, I promise that, baby.” He chuckled at his own comment.
As soon as she took a spot on the bed, covered in soft, red sheets, he was attacking her lips.
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Y/n's pov.
You weren't complaining. He had promised you an eternal life, free of guilt. What would be the point in worrying about it now.
You let his lips venture your body, his fangs gliding across your skin every once in a while.
He had started leaving purple marks across your neck, close to the freshly marked wound he had given you previously. A way to say you were his.
“Oh, fuck. Baby, I'm going to corrupt your precious little mind. Fill it full with sinful thoughts about me.”
He took your hand, moving it down his shirt, down to where his cock was painfully straining against his pants.
It caused you to ache beneath your own. Your mind went dizzy with the thought of him. He was gorgeous and was about to give you everything you could ever want.
You had taken some initiative and unzipped his pants while he took his tie off, throwing it somewhere unbeknownst to you. He undid the first couple of buttons on his shirt and you, quite frankly, gawked over his body.
He was toned. He had tattoos littering his skin everywhere. His dark eyes watched as you took a long once over of his body.
“Fuck, you're beautiful. Truly.” Your words were quiet, seemingly scared that God would somehow hear or see the activities the two of you were getting up to.
“As are you. You'll be perfect at my side. For the rest of forever.” His hand caressed your face. He did truly find you breathtaking.
Your big doe eyes were something he could find himself staring into forever.
You were now something the holy trinity could never take away from him.
You pulled his pants down, causing his cock to be set free. Something roared in you.
You licked your lips before devouring him.
You swallowed his cock, slowly taking more each time your head bobbed up and down. Soon, he was reaching the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him.
His hands were placed at either side of your hand, using it as leverage to fuck into your throat. You took it so well that he could lose himself in your touch. The way your arms were wrapped around his thighs, helping him go deeper into your throat made him weak and want to crumble.
You felt your cunt wetten for him. The sight of his hair falling out of place and his chest heaving through your teary eyes made you need him. You wanted him to enter your temple and destroy it.
His thrusts became sloppy, faltering here and there. You pulled away from his cock, muttering filthy sins as you stroked him.
“Let me taste you. Give it to me, baby.”
You were forced down onto him once more as he let his seed spray down your throat. Letting it coat your insides felt like bliss.
It was mere seconds before he led you to lay on your back. His hands were clawing and scraping against you, in such need and hurry to remove you of your clothes.
The second your panties hit the floor Noah was nose deep in your pussy, taking in your taste and smell.
Your eyes rolled back as your mouth was left gaped. A hand flew into his hair, pulling and tugging at it, causing his once perfect hair to now be disheveled.
“Oh- oh fuck-” You gasped as he licked and slurped along your clit. No man had ever pleased you as Noah was right now.
He wasn't a man. He was a fucking demon.
His middle and ring finger slid across your wetness before plunging into you.
Something in Noah felt like this is what he had been waiting for. This is what he was made for. He was made for you.
His fingers quickly found the right way to please you. The calloused pads of his fingers rubbing the right spot.
You bit your bottom lip and he somehow knew you were close to toppling over the edge.
“Do it. Let yourself go. Let yourself be mine.” His voice came out as a growl against your cunt as his fingers quickened.
“No- I can't I'm gonna-” You couldn't finish your sentence before your orgasm took over your mind.
Your orgasm left a mess everywhere. You hadn't known until you heard the wet sloshes against Noah's palm.
“Oh my- I've never done that before. How-how did you…?”
“Done what? Squirt? Fuck, angel. I'm Satan himself. Did you doubt me?” He had an shit eating grin plastered on his face.
“Shut the hell up and fuck me.” Something took over you, all you could think about was his cock ramming into you. Destroying every thought you'd ever had of God and those “precious” pearly white gates.
“Look at you, mere moments ago you were trembling with fear. Now you're begging for my fucking cock.” He chuckled and crawled up your body, kissing and licking at your skin.
It didn't take long for him to position your legs over his shoulders, feeling his cock stretch you out as he entered you.
“Your body is a temple. And I'm here to fucking destroy it. I'm here to get in your pretty little head. Corrupt those holy thoughts with distasteful, nasty, sinful thoughts.” His words were venom digging into your brain, making your mind their home.
His thrusts were becoming faster, now that your pussy had gotten used to his size.
He had grabbed a candle that was permanently lit by his bed and watched the wax drip onto your skin. You hissed as each droplet made its spot on your skin.
Slowly but surely, Noah had made an upside down cross upon your stomach. You couldn't care for the dull burn the wax drips had left as they dried.
You could feel Noah's cock pushing its way into your fucking stomach. He was so inhumanly big, you almost forgot where you were and who you were getting fucked by.
Once the wax had set, you pulled Noah into you, clawing your nails deep into his skin. He growled over the feeling of your nails making dents so deep into his immoral skin.
Before you knew it, Noah's shoulders were bleeding and you were both merging into one.
“Noah, please, please harder!” Your words were barely decipherable as your second orgasm was approaching.
“Now. Give it to me now.” His words were enough to send you into a spiral.
As you had your own orgasm, Noah shot hot strings of seed deep into your womb.
“Fuck, ‘m gonna put a baby here one day.” Noah said as he rubbed your stomach.
He took the blood from his bruised shoulder onto his thumb, placing it onto your tongue.
"Forever, we are one."
He finally had a respective queen to be by his side for the rest of eternity.
—
Woke up in the light convinced my life had made it to its end. Burning up beneath the sun, while my father drained of blood.
If he's there, I've got a message for the man that's up above.
Fuck. You.
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The Dance of two swords🍂
Just a little Kazuha childhood friends turned lovers story🍁
Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes✨
You were the granddaughter of Amenoma Tuogo, one of the many destined to continue the tradition of your art. Patience and willpower is the backbone of your art. Training day in and day out was your way. There was once four other arts similar to your own, carrying sacred ways of the sword through time. But when the scorned child of a god decimated your arts 500 years ago, only two survived to continue the path. Amenoma and Isshin. Amenoma survived near unscathed while the Isshin barely made it out alive, with one swordsman left using its its ways in this day and age.
You spent a lot of time in your childhood being pushed to train with the last remaining Isshin art user, a boy named Kazuha. You found Isshin art to be quite flowery and silly. Rather than the persistence and skill you were used to, Isshin art was all about connecting with your blade and finding a balanced mindset. You couldn’t believe people fought in such a way. The boy himself was just as bad. Always drifting off into his thoughts and speaking in riddles. Your grandfather forced you to continue helping the boy despite your misgivings, always telling you the same thing.
“Kazuha walks the warriors path alone, while you have many at your side.”
You were older now, and had become strong. The boy you fought was no longer a child, and could on occasion best you. The sun was shining hot in Inazuma, though the strong winds from the sea made it comfortable. All that could be heard on the shore was the lapping of waves and rhythmic clanging of two swords. Your heart beat fast as Kazuha flew into the air and you momentarily lost him. He was setting up for another win, but you wouldn’t have that. He had used this trick on you one too many times. You spun around, predicting exactly where he would land. Your swords crossed sending vibrations right to your heart. Kazuha’s eyes lit like fire as you continued to move together in synchronicity.
“There is nothing more thrilling than the dance of two blades that are destined to cross.” He spoke poetically, making your eyes roll.
“Again with those riddles? You’re distracted.” You moved in on his open area and landed your blade at his neck. “I win.” You smirked and stepped away, watching as he grinned and held out his hand.
“Well done. The Amenoma art truly is formidable.” He spoke, voice full of genuine respect.
“That’s because we focus on the blade itself not on our relationship with the blade.” You retort at his kindness.
“Isn’t the passion and care I see every time you swing your blade the same thing done differently?” He had you there. You suddenly realised that while the dance of swords thrilled Kazuha, it was the dance of words that kept you training with him. Your grandfather told you long ago that Kazuha was ready to walk alone, but you kept it to yourself and continued to see him. You never quite knew why until now.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Hajime, your grandfather’s disciple, running down the bank screaming.
“KAZUHA!!! Tomo has challenged the Shogun to a duel!!” He heaved between breaths. Immediately you looked to the white haired boy next to you as he took off running. You had to stop him. He was about to get himself killed trying to stop Tomo. You knew better than to get yourself involved in this, the Shogun would see it as a crime to interfere, but you found yourself running after Kazuha. You had almost caught up when something hit your head. You fell like a sack of sunsettias. You looked up to see Hajime standing over you.
“Im sorry. Your grandfather told me not to let you go after him.” His voice was gentle and remorseful. You cursed him as you faded out of consciousness, wondering if you would ever see Kazuha again.
Now you were a woman, you had become a force of nature. You were had not seen your dearest friend in years and you do not need to train at the beach everyday anymore, but you still go just to dance with him again. Even if he was just a ghost. Just as you began to kick yourself for being so wishy washy, something cold touched the back your neck. You gasped and swung around ready to fight.
“You’re distracted. I win” The white haired boy you remember was now a man, but behind his eyes lied the same Kazuha you remember. The same Kazuha you loved.
While you wanted to run into his arms and finally confess, instead you found your sword hitting his. The familiar rhythm filled the shore once more, like a song in your heart. Each clash in perfect time and timbre you both grinned, glad he had found his way home.
“I have missed our dance.” He spoke, trying to keep it short. He remembered how you hated him getting distracted.
“I missed you.” You admitted. You dropped your sword, causing Kazuha to freeze. He had never seen you concede a fight like that. “It was never the dance that thrilled me. It was always you.” You filled the empty space between you and took hold of his cheek. You stared into his eyes, savouring the gems you thought you wouldn’t see again. His arm wrapped around you and his sword dropped, gracefully landing atop of your own.
“So you’re saying we are two swords destined to cross? Now who’s the poet?” His lips tickled yours as he teased you. Years in the making, finally the crescendo came. A kiss so magical that you believed it could carry the tune of your dance way beyond the stars, to Celestia. It felt like the whole world was singing for the dance of two swords.
Thank you for reading 🌷
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Ashtamangala Mandalas
Ashtamangala - Eight Auspicious Symbols (ashta meaning eight and mangala meaning auspicious; Sanskrit अष्टमंगल Aṣṭamaṅgala):
The Endless Knot
The Treasure Vase
The Lotus Flower
Two Golden Fish
The Parasol
The Conch Shell
The Dharma Wheel
The Banner of Victory
"A suite of eight auspicious symbols revered for their sacredness in Hinduism, Jainism, Sikhism, and Buddhism. Originally they were used in India at ceremonies and coronations for a king, but over time they’ve become embedded within varying cultures, often seen as common motifs in households and in art.
The White Conch Shell represents the pervasive sound of dharma and is said to awaken disciples from the deep slumber of sleep that is veiled in ignorance, urging us to seek our own welfare and the welfare of others. In Buddhism, it represents the voice of Buddha and his sacred teachings, and in Indian epic literature, it is the hero’s trumpet. In Hinduism, the conch shell is a symbol of the Sudarshana Chakra.
The Endless Knot was originally a symbol of love, and it represents the ultimate unity within everything. The endless knot also symbolizes the great spirit of the Buddha, the interdependence of all things, as well as, enlightenment that arises from the union of compassion and wisdom.
The Two Goldfish originally represented two sacred rivers of India; the Ganges, and Yamuna, and is associated with the lunar and solar channels, said to originate in the nostrils, carrying alternating rhythms of breath and prana. In Buddhism, they represent the vision of the Buddha, as well as, aiding those along the spiritual path towards liberation without drowning in samsara.
The Lotus Flower symbolizes divine beauty and primordial purity, for its ability to float above muddy water, free from attachments and desires. Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are often represented sitting on lotus flowers, symbolizing divine language and the purification of the body, word, and spirit. Today, the lotus flower is mostly known for symbolizing the opening of our energy centers aka; chakras.
The Jewelled Parasol was originally an attribute of royalty in India, and in Buddhism it represents the head of the Buddha, offering protection against material and spiritual dangers such as illnesses, harmful forces, and the elements of the aether. It can also represent the canopy of heaven, the expansive firmament of the sky, and the unfolding of space.
The Treasure Vase represents material ease or prosperity in wealth, health or longevity, and spiritual benefits. In Buddhism, it represents the neck of the Buddha and his unlimited ability to teach the dharma, which never lessons or loses its value over time. In Vajrayāna anointing ceremonies it is the container of wisdom and can represent the vastness of space.
The Victory Banner represents the body of the Buddha and his victory over the four māras, or hindrances in the path of enlightenment… pride, desire, disturbing emotions, and the fear of death. In Tibetan Buddhism, there are eleven different forms of the banner, which represent eleven different methods for combating negative forces.
The Dharmachakra or “Wheel of the Law” is the most well know symbol throughout Buddhism, historically symbolizing a lunar or solar chariot, driven by royalty, called a Chakravartin. A Chakravartin is the one whose wheels turn without barriers, and as such, is a master of both land and sea aka; physical reality and akashic waters.
Meditation and contemplation upon these eight auspicious symbols is said to have the ability to bring us closer to understanding the divine nature of the Buddha and the divinity within each of us waiting to be self-realized."
© Written by Carrie Love
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Ruins - Chapter I
Chapter 1/?
Wordcount 2,8k
Title Part I
Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok
Pairing Hades X reader
Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛
Warning (s): none
Tagging @darling-imobsessed (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)
N. A.: So... I posted it lmao This chapter has already been posted on my ao3 and Quotev, and the next one will be out soon ;) I've just read snv's manga (haven't watched the anime yet) and enjoyed so much that it couldn't pass without a short story from me at least, so here we have a little romance with the King of Hellheim himself. hope you enjoy it 💜
"Indeed, it's wrong to keep you near me
One could call me cruel and deceiving
But in your sacred air I am full of light
Your loving arms are the true delight
To which I'm lost"
(Tamino, Persephone)
Instead of saying that you accepted to be there to pursuit a goal, you’d rather say you were after answers.
The tradition was well known by you: every year, a different region of your world was selected by Valhalla’s divine council for the task of sending a group of young, healthy women from every class, tribe and family available to the gods’ temporary residences where they would learn and serve, having their natural talents sharped to their limit, according their masters’ will. That time, your land was the chosen one, and your family selected you among your sisters.
It wasn’t the case that you longed for it. However, a girl couldn’t just oppose to the divine beings’ decision, and you knew you had no chance to find what you were seeking for in your own land, a small town by the sea where the commoner’s perspectives wouldn’t surpass the art of fishing in the case of the men and the ability of fixing nets in the case of the women, so that the best you could do was to bow your head and go with the others.
***
As far as you could see, there was nothing to complain about in Valhalla: you were all welcomed by Hermes, Zeus’ representative, who guided you to your lodgings and gave you instructions regarding your routine, the houses’ rules and your duties with all the competence and politeness expected from the Olympian spokesman; the rooms were comfortable; the food was excellent; some of the girls were good people, with whom you sensed you could be friends with. And, of course, the beauty of the lands surrounding the residence was beyond description.
Thanks to all those reasons, besides the fact that there was always interesting work to do, even you, instead of being easily swallowed by boredom, found yourself enthralled by your new life.
***
Before you had your first encounter with your possible future masters, you were told that each god and goddess there had their necessities and preferences according to their own personality, domain and history, and they would choose their disciples and servants guided by these parameters. The first weeks of interactions between the girls and the gods had the single purpose of exposing the first group to the examination of the latter, after which every girl would stay under the supervision of the deity who took interest in their qualities.
Some of these assimilations happened right in the first days, almost always involving the girls with obvious, specific talents, such as singing, crafting, dancing, fighting and similar things. Others would take longer to find their place, but eventually would fit in less famous gods’ guardianship. There were others, however, who would accept obscure positions as properties or concubines just to avoid what they saw as the humiliation of not being adopted as apprentices. You, on your side, had the misfortune of not being among the first ones to be chosen, belonging to the minority without guidance, but you already decided you would not submit yourself to dishonorable roles, not even for the gods: you haven’t left your house to end up like this. Besides, your parents warned you that one should take twice the prudence when it comes to divine matters.
***
Unlike your seeking for a divine tutor, finding a favorite place to be during the free hours of your day didn’t take much of your time – soon during your stay, you were lured and trapped by the enormous Library of Valhalla.
Since the intellectual development of the apprentices was among the criteria, all of you were granted access to the vast corridors and the colossal shelves crowded of books, parchments and brochures of every conceivable knowledge area, so that you would stay there and enjoy your right as long as you could. Sometimes, you wondered if there was something wrong in it, for you wouldn’t see more than half a dozen girls there at a time, and they would never stay as long as yourself. Or was it you that were spending too much time among the books instead? There was no way to know.
And if you were being honest, you might have had more to do inside a library than them, since your reasons would go beyond the love for learning.
Months ago, long before you were selected, a dream began to haunt you. A dream of ruins and desolation; of solitude and despair; a dream of a landscape where you were the only living being, and through which you would walk, seeking for something you didn’t even understand. The more you would search for this thing, the farther you felt it from you. Your deepest agony was that, whenever you sensed the slightest chance to find what you wanted, you would wake up and be forced to leave the nightly visions aside until the next time the dream came to you.
You weren’t cheering for being sent to Valhalla, that’s true, but when you discovered the existence of that library, the first thing you did was to start a long, detailed research in the dreams / psyche section to find clues. All the work you would do by yourself, though sometimes you wished you had someone to help you, until you thought twice and decided it was better not to involve anyone in this: that mission was yours, and yours alone.
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That day you had the chance to start your research earlier, for you didn’t have much work to do, and the little you had was not difficult. You organized your things in the room and, once you had an opportunity, you left the company of the girls and headed to the library, to the already familiar section.
There was a specific book there that you found more interesting than the previous ones, the reasons including its updated grammar and glossary, the quantity of information and the fluid language, sparing your mind of the distractions caused by the far-fetched discourse so common in old works. It was a thick volume, with at least a thousand pages and a hard cover, making it so heavy that you were forced to slow your steps while carrying it from the shelf to the nearest table, but you weren’t bothered by this more than by the difficulties of your research itself.
The book was organized by themes, and each theme was divided in entries like a dictionary, thanks to which you advanced a third of the pages in just a few days. You were now reading an entry about isolation and comparing it to the notes you took about dreams with wilderness and ruins from another book. You hated to admit, but you weren’t seeing results in this study, since the conclusions given by the texts couldn’t be applied to your current situation in life or anything in your perspective. But you knew your dream had a meaning. It had to be that way. Otherwise, why would it keep coming back to disturb you?
You raised your eyes from the page and sighed. Maybe you should give yourself a break. There were large windows near your table that granted the readers a splendid view of the gardens. You stood up and flexed your arms, decided to go there and rest your eyes a bit…
– It’s been a long time since this library saw such a dedicated researcher.
You let out a brief scream and turned immediately to the voice’s direction: you were so concentrated in your activities that you haven’t heard or sensed its owner’s arrival. But once you laid your eyes on him, you had to lean on the table to keep your posture, for the individual you had before you was not one you would take lightly.
There you saw a tall man in light, elegant clothing and circumspect manners walking down the stairs that connected the first floor, where you were, to the second one, which corridors and study tables were invisible from your spot, something you thought to be the reason why you haven’t seen him until now. But, still...
Being able to mask his presence that way, to the point I haven’t heard a single book’s page being turned… It’s equally admirable and disturbing.
The man approached with a calm curiosity in his look, that would go from you to the papers on your table, then back to the little human who stared at him as if caught in the middle of a crime or a child’s game, or so you thought while looking at the slight curve on the corner of his lips. When he stopped in front of you, your first instinct was to step back, but the table was in your way, so you were forced to stay in your place – a normal distance for two humans, but too short when a god was involved. Because his divine nature was clear even to your untrained eyes.
No mortal could be this beautiful.
Defying the passage of time, he had the face of a young man, no marks or lines to maculate the freshness of his skin as far as you could see, though his eyes would not let you be deceived: those were old eyes, heavy with the things they’ve seen through countless ages, and sharp by the same reasons, eyes that you guessed that only a few could stand; above the left one, there was a delicate tattoo of a vine that contoured his forehead until it disappeared under the waves of his gray hair, a conspicuous yet decent attire that would soften the solemnity of his general appearance. His right ear, pointing out among his hair, was pierced by an impressive amount of earrings.
In an unforeseen yet calm move, he stretched his right hand. You startled... until you looked aside and understood that he just wanted to reach the open book on the table. He passed an elegant finger over the lines on the upper side of the page as his eyes read the sentence in a quick look, turning back to you right after.
You were distracted looking at his nails, painted with a dark shade, and needed a moment to process what he said next.
– Dreams and the mysteries of the subconscious – he started, a note of moderate interest in his tone – Many of your people experience attraction to these subjects, but only a few are willing to study them with the seriousness they deserve. But you’ve been visiting this section everyday, taking notes and making comparisons with the same passion of an old scholar. It’s a beautiful thing to see in a young person, I have to admit.
So… he has been there all this time, observing your comings and goings?
He took a step aside in order to examine your papers, and you couldn’t do anything but to look as he took your notes and lists and read them with respectful attention, then compared their content with the books, talking to himself during the inspection.
– So descriptive and organized... An excellent calligraphy… Detailed yet selective… Professional yet passionate…
The man put everything back on their place and turned to you, his inquisitive gaze making you adjust your posture.
He asked your name. You gave him the first and the second one, to which he discussed your origins.
– This is a common name by the sea lands from the … region. Are you from there?
– Yes… My Lord – he haven’t said his name yet, but you wouldn’t leave him without any treatment – My family have been living there for at least four generations. This is my mother’s name too.
He turned back to the table for a brief second.
– By the style used in your notes, I suppose you’ve been doing all of this for personal reasons – and with a soft smile, – It seems you’re trying to figure out the meaning of a dream of yours. Would you mind telling me about it?
You didn’t give him an immediate reply, though you weren’t willing to refuse the request: on one hand, you’ve never talked about this dream with any human, including the people you trusted the most, so that entertaining the idea of revealing it to a god was an even more distant possibility until this day; on the other hand, you were a young mortal from the coast, isolated in their lands now: you were aware of how silly it would be to ignore your disadvantage and say no to one of them. The thing is that you’ve been successful in avoiding this problem by keeping a safe distance from the gods you saw as the most demanding and dangerous… But what should you do when one of them suddenly appears before you and start making questions in a direct yet polite manner, in a way that you wouldn’t even call intrusive?
Perhaps all of this was written in your face, for he ended up giggling after observing you for a while.
– It doesn’t feel right sharing it with a stranger, does it? – and since you stayed quiet, – But let me tell you that it isn’t for nothing that I took interest in it. I myself have been haunted by a dream for months before deciding to come to Valhalla after answers. And, judging by the predominant symbols of your notes, such as ruins and old buildings, our dreams might have similarities. I want to find out how deep they are. And this is so important to me that I don’t mind asking for a stranger’s help to get this.
He finished that sentence with the same soft, discreet smile you caught yourself getting familiar with. Maybe he’s got a point there. And since you yourself weren’t going too far doing all the work alone, counting on someone more experienced than you, and one with a similar case to solve, couldn’t be so bad.
You sighed and turned to the table, to your papers, finally accepting to talk.
– Just like in your case, my Lord, during the months that preceded my stay in Valhalla, this dream would come to me at least one night a week. I would find myself alone, surrounded by what it seemed to a be a desert, or an abandoned land, with ruins as far as the eye can see. I would walk to see what I could find among them, but there was nothing for me there. Still, I wouldn’t try and find a way to leave that place. I wanted to stay, to touch the ruins, to move them, to build something out of them, but some strange force grips my hands, as if telling me not to be arrogant and leave them there, and this is when my hope dies and I wake up with no choice but to wait until it started again.
The man spent a moment in silence, looking at the papers, measuring your words, and during that time your breaths were the only detectable sound between those walls.
He was the first to talk after that.
– Tell me… The last night you had this dream was the one before you came to Valhalla, wasn’t it? And this was probably the time when the dream came more vividly, right?
Your eyes widened.
– How do you know, my Lord?!
Your surprise didn’t affect him.
– Because the same thing happened to me. Now, can you give this place of your dreams a more detailed description?
You nodded and went to depict the aspect of the ruins, the color of the sky, the texture of the soil, the temperature of the surroundings and everything you were able to remember. At some moments, you had to make pauses, as if the memories were as heavy as the dream itself, so that dealing with the emotions evoked by it while awake was as difficult as when you experienced them in your sleep.
There was a sensation of peace, or conciliation, in the air when you finished, which convinced you that another part of your mission was fulfilled – the initial one being the start of your research.
However, your journey for answers was just beginning, and the beginning itself was a pit deeper and darker than your young mind could conceive.
The man, as composed as he has been since the start of the conversation, turned his eyes to you, and you would swear you saw a trace of relief – even satisfaction – in them.
– It’s just as I imagined. This place… is the same of my own dreams. And I know where it is.
You gasped.
– Do you?!
– Yes. This place exists in reality. And it is part of Hellheim.
#shuumatsu no valkyrie#record of ragnarok#snv hades#snv hades x reader#snv x reader#ror hades#ror hades x reader#ror x reader#shuumatsu no valkyrie hades#record of ragnarok hades
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Context: the picture below was taken in pure frivolity to tell my ex that I'm busy in my own headspace. In other words, a DO NOT DISTURB pic.
DEEPER DIVE INTO INDIAN MYTHOLOGY
The first picture is actually the statue of Adiyogi Shiva situated in Bangalore - one week left for its first anniversary.
Now our land has been steeped in polytheism but unfortunately foreign interpretations of the ancient scripts have been utterly biased and had actually missed the very central theme and divine message.
Now I'm in no way for or against any of the belief systems around the world and purely honours whatever an individual chooses to believe. This post is now purely intended to dive into the esoteric aspects of the Indian mythology.
The core teaching of this land has been that they don't limit God to a certain time or place but they believe in the appearance and the reappearance of the divine in all forms, in all places, in all times.
This is the reason that they see the spiritual masters at a step greater than the station of their own biological parents because while one is the cause of your entry into earthly existence the other is the bridge for you to transcend into higher heavenly realms.
So the core of Indian system of belief begins from the sacred institution of Guru/Shishya otherwise translated feebly as Master/Disciple relationship.
Now somehow there is a wide misinterpretation from the ignoramuses as well in worshipping everything they get hold of, being deluded to think that a physical manifestation is actually the Divine whereas at its best could only be a segmental representation, an earthly descent popularly known in Sanskrit language as "Avatãra" - a transcendental form open for human experience.
The purpose of every ancient scripture has been very clear - to unlock the human potential and to have the pinnacle of divine experiences while still within the garb of human flesh, blood and bone. Such an unlocking is either attained or gifted or a combination of both. Meditation, prayer, efforts in service to humanity - there are a thousand ways to kneel.
Don't be surprised, ancient scripts have an entire branch of SCIENCE in finding salvation through the practise of sex which is seen as the pinnacle of dance between two humans. So the whole idea of religion is not just limited to the rites or rituals but to the actual liberation of humanity through the most mundane of daily activities.
To conclude, this is in no way even an exposition or promotion in its slightest the religion of Hinduism as is existent in its present day because to understand even the basic precept of this land and its tradition will require much deeper dive than what's available to the common masses.
Random Xpressions
#a totally unexpected post#random as i may want to call it#nothing ever is accidental in nature#a drop from the ocean of mythology
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Introduction to the Gang
I have decided that I will give some ideas in how everyone will treat Reader in my Reaper AU:
How the Reader meets the gang would be that Tang will be once again kidnapped by the featured demon of the week. Reader senses that this monk in distress is the one she was looking for after landing in this world a few days before (she finds a village to live in and scope out her options in before the gang just so happens to arrive in town to rest and replenish supplies).
Reader sneaks into the demon's lair and manages to free Tang from his prison, but gets found out after accidentally alerting the demon when she failed to sneak away with the monk. Panicking, she then pulls out her trusty little can of pepper spray (I need to describe what is in her bag someday) and uses it on the demon, enraging them even more. That is where our favorite Monkey King comes to the rescue. While Wukong was busy fighting the demon, Reader helps Tang escape the lair, only to be corner by Sandy and Pigsy. Also Panicking, not knowing that they are Tang's disciples, she also pepper sprays them XD
After the whole fiasco is over (and Sandy and Pigsy mostly recovered from being temporary blinded and in pain) Tang thanks Reader for helping him escape the demon and from almost getting eaten and starts introducing his disciples one by one. Reader's brain slowly remembers where she heard their names before, and slowly puts two and two together. Unfortunately, Reader didn't finish reading the Journey to the West book before being isekai'd into this world, not because it was a boring story, but because it was a hard read (the books really are difficult to read for me). When Tang ask for her name, she panics, and introduces herself as "Lilly", despite not being her real name.
I also like to imagine that since Lilly is not from this world, and with her affinity with her Nari/ Death, she has a sort of "aura" to her that is present and foreign, but not to the point where it is bothersome. With that case in point, everyone in the gang, including the dragon horse, EXCEPT Tang (everyone that is not human), can sense that Lilly is not normal.
Everyone is cautious, but still hospitable to Lilly. Sandy and the dragon horse plays devil's advocate, and ignores it cause she hasn't showed hostility yet, Pigsy is still flirting, but stops temporarily after Lilly gives him a look (he also doesn't want to get pepper sprayed again, that stuff HURT T^T)
Wukong is the most distrusting of them all. He knows that she is not a normal human, yet when he uses his eyes to see if she is a demon in disguise, he can't find anything. HIM, THE GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN, CAN'T EVEN FIGURE OUT WHO THIS WOMAN IS!!!! HOW PERPOSTEROUR IS THAT?!?!?! He thinks she will kidnap Tang at their most vulnerable, and steal their supplies when they are not looking. When Tang says the word, he would gladly change this woman's pronouns into was/were.
Lilly asks them where they are going, and Tang happily answers and explains their journey to the west and recover the sacred scriptures from the Buddha. After another explanation on who the Buddha is, Lilly asks if she can join the group, because she also has some questions for the Buddha. If he is really one with the universe in this world, perhaps he knows a way for her to get home to her Nari, and Death Inc.
#journey to the west#jttw#jttw sun wukong#jttw tag#sun wukong x reader#sun wukong#ittw sun wukong#headcanons#jttw tripitaka#jttw pigsy#jttw sha wujing#self insert#isekai'd#ittw reader#jttw reaper au
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while propin is not a parousia version of sappho or anything her existence and relationships with humans is one of the first widespread things that sparks acceptance for homosexuality among mortals, propin herself is unhindered as the gods donot experience gender the same way we do bc earthly ties to the body are only “sacred” to mortals, but being that propin is the goddess of love she often sets the tone for what love in all forms is defined as, many of her first mortal lovers are closeted women who later on become her disciples spreading her teachings and acceptance across the land
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PADMASAMBHAVA PRACTICE -
WE NEED HIM DURING TROUBLED TIMES
'Padmasambhava is a special person with a connection to Chenrezig. He is one of the highest. He was a buddha, a fully enlightened one.' HH Dalai Lama
Padmasambhava arrived from India during the 8th century to establish Buddhism in the Land of the Snows, transforming negative forces into Dharma protectors. Here is an excerpt from the full practice that we have available on our bio.
REQUEST FOR INSPIRATION
Glorious and precious root guru,
Please abide on the lotus and moon seat on my crown, And taking care of me with your great kindness, Bestow upon me the attainments of your holy body, speech, and mind.
VISUALISATION
On the moon and sun within the blossoming hundred thousand petaled lotus seat above your head, Inseparable from one's Root Lama, the union of the retuges,
Is the emanation body TshoKye Dorje (Padmasambhava).
His complexion is white with pinkish hue, and youthful appearance.
He is attired in a gown, monastic robe, and brocade cape.
With one face and two hands, he sits in the royal playful posture.
In the right hand he holds a vajra and in the left a skull cup containing a vase.
He wears the Lotus Hat on his head.
In the cleft of his left arm he holds his divine consort, embodying the unity of bliss and emptiness, Concealed in the form of a sacred trident.
He sits amidst rainbow rays and discs of radiant light.
In the outer perimeter, in the vastness of the exquisite lattice of five-colored lights Are seated the twenty-five emanation disciples.
The king and subjects; the spiritual scholars and sages, knowledge-holders of India and Tibet, and tutelary deities, Dakinis, Dharmapalas, vow-holders;
All are gathered together like a cloud.
Visualize them in the state of the great equanimity of luminescence and emptiness
Prayers to Padmasambhava are considered to be increasingly potent during these difficult times.
#buddha#buddhism#buddhist#dharma#sangha#mahayana#zen#milarepa#tibetan buddhism#thich nhat hanh#padmasambhava#Guru Rinpoche#dalai láma#Dzogchen#dhamma#loving kindness#Longchenpa
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Liù'ěr Míhóu joins the JTTW-gang, or: How to redeem an all-hearing Spiritual Monkey with a superiority complex and bad attitude
(A/N: Yes, I know the title is too long. No, I won't change it. :3
Edit: Warning: In the first few chapter the Six-Eared Macaque is spoken of with she/her pronouns, because he's afab and the other pilgrims don't know yet, that he's transgender.)
Chapter One: Sūn Wùkōng is not happy
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“Stop.”
Wùkōng paused in his movement and blinked.
The Buddha approached the quarrellers with a measured step – when had he come down from his Lotus Throne? – and stood between them.
“Put your staff away, Sūn Wùkōng”, he ordered calmly. “Don't give into your anger and defile these sacred walls with murder.”
The Monkey King lowered his staff.
Tathāgata¹ smiled serenely. “Better. Now, let's allow our six-eared culprit here to give us an explanation, hm?”
“She impersonated me, hurt my master, stole our luggage and Heaven knows what else she did! What else is there to explain?!”, Wùkōng snarled.
“The why.”
“I don't care why!”
“I care. And I could bet, that soon you will too.”
“I ain't making any more bets with you”, Wùkōng deadpanned. “Ever.”
“Glad, that you've learned that lesson”, the Buddha chuckled and turned to the Six-Eared Macaque, who was still cowering on the floor, shielding her head with her arms, as if that would've protected her against Wùkōng's golden-hooped rod.
“Liù'ěr Míhóu.” Despite Tathāgata's gentle tone, the imposter flinched. “Why did you steal the identity of the Monkey of the Mind?”
Alright, Wùkōng did want to know that.
“Yes!”, he hissed. “Do tell! What did I do to you, that you decided 'Hey, I'm gonna make this monkey's day even more fucked than it already is'?! What's your damn problem?!”
(“Language!”, scolded the Buddha.)
At first there was no was no answer, which did nothing to quell the Monkey King's anger. Wùkōng was a hair's width from snapping, when finally …
“… You want to know what my problem is, yeah?” It was barely audible – just about loud enough for the Buddha, Guān Yīn and Wùkōng to hear.
Now the imposter finally looked up – eyes glowing and full of hatred.
“Why should you be the one to obtain everlasting fame?!”, she hissed. “As if you or your companions deserved it! Look at what a team you five are: a brat of a monk, a murder-happy stable boy, a pyromanic dragon, a womanising pig and a sand demon wearing human skulls for jewellery!”
Wùkōng bared his fangs and clutched his staff more tightly. “Don't you dare speak about us like that!”, he growled lowly.
The Macaque sneered: “Oh, I dare! You, a Buddha! Give me a break! You're just a tool for a foolish monk, who can only bitch and would rather abuse and insult his disciples, than listen to reason! Why should someone like you achieve enlightenment?! Why should you be worshipped, like some kind of hero?! Hah! Don't make me laugh! Your chipper façade doesn't fool me! I know everything about you, Sūn Wùkōng! From your so-called glorious deeds to your deepest, dirtiest secrets! I've heard it all!”
It was Tathāgata, who retorted: “Cease your venomous speech, Liù'ěr Míhóu. You do not have the moral high ground. You impersonated Wùkōng and tried to discredit him, sowed discord, harmed the Scripture Pilgrim, stole his luggage, cannibalised another monkey and went to a whole new level of deception, and all for what? For fame, worship and immortality. That group of five is going through many hardships to grow as people, redeem themselves and become worthy of taking my holy scriptures to the Eastern Lands. You attempted to hijack the pilgrimage to obtain a Buddhahood that isn't meant for you. Did you really think you could try to steal the fruits of somebody else's labour and deceive me?”
The Buddha's words gave the Monkey King a grim satisfaction, especially when the Six-Eared Macaque growled and gnashed her teeth.
“Oh? You mean by appointing an unreasonable wimp to be teacher to a murder-happy stone monkey, a pyromanic sea dragon, a good-for-nothing pig and a clumsy quicksand demon?”
“Shut. The fuck. up!”, Wùkōng growled and was about to swing his cudgel, but Guān Yīn tightened her grip on his shoulder, preventing him from lashing out.
Liù'ěr Míhóu however, ignored him and asked the Goddess of Mercy: “Did you know that he plays favourites with his dicsiples? That he listens to a lazy hedonist more than to the one person he's completely fucked without? That he abuses the band you gave him to torture his eldest disciple for the smallest offences, instead of hearing him out?”
“I do know.” Guān Yīn responded calmly. “Wùkōng has unburdened his heart to me, while he was under my roof. I will sort that out between them. As for you, it's time to face the consequences of your own actions-”
“Execution!”, the Monkey King threw in.
“No”, Tathāgata and Guān Yīn said flatly.
Dammit!
“You know my position towards killing”, said the Buddha, “Besides, you were very similar once.”
“I was not!”
Meanwhile Guān Yīn addressed the imposter: “You have two options. The first is that you work off your bad karma in Avici².”
The Macaque's bravado crumbled and she shivered in fear.
“The second option is that you join the other pilgrims and use your vast abilities and power to protect them and keep them safe.”
The Monkey King thought she was going to crumble and agree to anything. But to her credit, Liù'ěr Míhóu managed to maintain a shred of pride.
She narrowed her eyes at the Bodhisattva: “Why would I play bodyguard for a human with mantras for brains?! What would I get out of it, aside from not going to Hell?!”
Guān Yīn smiled: “Enlightenment cannot be reached through trickery, only through honest work and self-reflection. You rely on your ears to learn things, but not all things can be heard. By joining the pilgrimage as part of the group, you would come to reach a whole new level of comprehension and wisdom.”
Liù'ěr Míhóu gave Guān Yīn an unimpressed look. “Oh please! In comparison to me, the Jade Emperor is a dumbass!” She paused and added: “Though, to be fair, a lot of people are smarter than that old man.”
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In the Eastern Heavens, the Jade Emperor suddenly had to sneeze.
“Is something wrong, Your Majesty?”, inquired one of the courtiers.
The Jade Emperor's eyes narrowed. “Someone is mocking me somewhere.”
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The Goddess of Mercy had to wait for Wùkōng's guffaws to subside, ere she would finally explain to Liù'ěr Míhóu: “Knowledge and wisdom are two completely different things. Knowledgeable and clever as you are, there are many important things you don't know. You don't know the beauty of a genuine smile, the warmth of a kind embrace, the joy in shared laughter, the comfort of someone being there for you. All of this you can have. In addition to this, you would be redeemed from your past misdeeds.”
Liù'ěr Míhóu adopted a thoughtful expression, as she considered, what the Bodhisattva had just said. Her head swayed from side to side and her six ears fluttered, as she weighed her options (or looked for a way to agree without seeming desperate).
“… Fine”, it came teeth-gnashingly.
The Buddha smiled amiably. “Splendid!”
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Wùkōng's fury from earlier returned, banishing the short-lived amusement.
“Hold the hells up!”, he spat. “Are you serious?! After everything she did to me, to my brothers and to my master!? Brother Shā told me, she almost broke Tripitaka's back! And you expect me to put up with this bitch being anywhere near them?!”
(“Bitch yourself”, muttered the Macaque)
Tathāgata nodded: “Yes. It will be a perfect exercise in patience for you.”
“But-!”
“Be pacified, Sūn Wùkōng. One day you too will sit on a lotus throne.”
Wùkōng doubted that was worth all the pain and humiliation. Although … if he became a Buddha, then he could finally take off that blasted fillet on his head.
Be free of his servitude.
Go home.
Home to his children and grandchilren …
“How about this: I promise not to kill or severely hurt the Six-Eared Macaque. Is that good enough?”
The Buddha beamed and gave Wùkōng a pet on the head. “Yes, quite so! See, Pilgrim? Before your journey, you never would have made this kind of promise! I'm proud of you! Back to the matter at hand; you two will go back to Tripitaka in a bit. Guān Yīn will accompany you. One final thing though: Liù'ěr Míhóu, you need a new wardrobe. There is no way you'll make the journey in stolen clothes.”
He summoned a folded pile of clothes out of nowhere and gave it to them.
The Macaque squinted suspiciously, but snapped a finger and stood before them in a pale blue robe with a silvery girdle.
Welp. It was official now.
And since the Buddha and Guān Yīn had already decided, further protest was futile.
“So this is it, huh?”, Wùkōng sighed in resignation. “I'm stuck with this asshat for the rest of the journey.”
Tathāgata nodded: “Correct. And in time you'll find yourselves despising each other far less than now.”
“Doubt that”, grumbled the Monkey King
The Six-Eared Macaque remained suspiciously silent.
“Give it time”, Tathāgata told him. “What are a few years to you?”
Okay, that was true. However …
“How many years?”, he desired to know.
The Buddha considered. “Hmm … considering how far you have come, I would say about six years.”
“I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH HER FOR SIX YEARS???”
“Stop screaming!”, spat the Macaque and covered her ears.
Tathāgata sighed: “Sūn Wùkōng, please contain the cosmic hazard that is your uncontrollable rage.”
“GRRARGH!!!”
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1) Tathāgata: "One who thus has come", one of the titles of the Shakyamuni Buddha
2) The worst of the Buddhist hells
#journey to the west#sun wukong#liu er mihou#buddha#guan yin#jade emperor#tw: misgendering#it's unintentional but still#tw: mentions of abuse
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Danse Macabre
Dancer Mastery drabble: 474 words
cw: gore
The anthurium was a kind of dance. At that age, it was the only one Griss knew. Costuming of vibrant red, splattering over footsteps meandering across the grey stone bowl of the arena in looping spirals. Raptured cries, an orchestra, and the air heavy with the stench of rosebuds, dozens of which bubbled from ravines carved in flesh. Each disciple circled a partner, like dancers (like animals), but cloudy eyes were flung to a distant nirvana where the world was painted gold and skin sang for touch. Practice had left Griss’ fingers stained and blistered, but no less eager for their turn to weave past another’s spread hand to ring around a neck instead. He would leave the golden land long enough to look into their eyes, and find humanity in all its colors. He had practiced for that, and taken the sacred Eyes of God in its constituent parts until he could fight off its numbing haze for the kaleidoscope of sensation.
When his time came, his steps were flawless, and the gales he commanded made a path strewn with the hands and fingers and ears and feet of his partners, all blooming poppies like human-shaped vases. Lord Sombron, guide me. Lord Sombron, guide me. He slurred the words through the haze that ebbed every now and again, like a hymn sung over the shrieking choir. It would build a staircase over the darkening garden and its bleeding lines to the realm of gods if he kept singing. He knew this, so he didn’t look down. His body acted on its own will to survive.
Another partner. Another half-formed boxstep. She collapsed into his arms like a cut-string doll but he had missed the glitter in her glassy eyes before they shut. Another then. There had to be another. His fingers stung, his feet ached, but he knew it meant he needed more. It was the only thing he knew. The staircase before him had no end. The path behind him had no beginning. The orchestra had no melody. There was neither sky nor earth, neither life nor death here, but like the way some lowly beasts could wander for a while in ignorance of the horror inspired by their headless bodies, the dance went on in aimless confusion. One more and he would find what he was looking for. Just one more. Just one more. Just one more.
They had to pull him out trembling and slicked nearly black. Just one more. Lord Sombron, guide. Just one more. Lord Sombron, guide me, he kept saying, eyes peeled back to their whites but seeing nothing of the pulpy garden, the painted walls, or even the divine staircase, for that matter. Pulverized into nonsense, there was nothing left of an ordered world. His daydreams had forgotten to remind him of the shape of death.
#mastery drabbles#// wanted to meet my one class a month quota and this is the only accessed class griss hasn't mastered yet#// intentionally a bit messy for the sake of what's happening here#// but I was also wrestling with my concrete way of writing and a desire to make something more abstract#// since this would have been traumatic enough to prevent solid memories from forming
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March 18th, 2024 Update: 2024 U.S. Presidential Election, U.S. Constitution, Human Rights, Civil Rights, Women's Rights, The Survival of American Democracy and the American Republic, and Easter 2024. Part 6/6: Anderson Springs, California. Chapter 1/2: Fire Consumes The Tents of The Briber; For They Have Conceived Mischief, Given Birth to Evil, And Their Womb Has Produced Deceit.
Earthquake: 2024-03-18 15:34:07 GMT+2 Jerusalem, Israel, 06:34:07 PDT Local Time Anderson Springs, CA
3/18/2024: Fibonacci Sequence: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89…
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1681:
Job 15:34
For the company of the impious is desolate; Fire consumes the tents of the briber;
Job 15:35
For they have conceived mischief, given birth to evil, And their womb has produced deceit.
Matthew 15:34
“How many loaves do you have?” Jesus asked. “Seven,” they replied, “and a few small fish.”
Matthew 6:33
Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.
Matthew 6:34
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Mark 6:34
When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd. So he began teaching them many things.
Mark 6:35
By this time it was late in the day, so his disciples came to him. “This is a remote place,” they said, “and it’s already very late.
Mark 6:36
Send the people away so that they can go to the surrounding countryside and villages and buy themselves something to eat.”
Mark 6:37
But he answered, “You give them something to eat.” They said to him, “That would take more than half a year’s wages! Are we to go and spend that much on bread and give it to them to eat?”
Mark 6:38
“How many loaves do you have?” he asked. “Go and see.” When they found out, they said, “Five—and two fish.”
John 6:32
Jesus said to them, “Very truly I tell you, it is not Moses who has given you the bread from heaven, but it is my Father who gives you the true bread from heaven.
John 6:33
For the bread of God is the bread that comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.”
John 6:34
“Sir,” they said, “give us that bread every day.”
Mark 15:32
Let this Messiah, this King of Israel, come down from the cross so we can see it and believe him!” Even the men who were crucified with Jesus ridiculed him.
Mark 15:33
At noon, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon.
Mark 15:34
And at three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”).
1 Corinthians 15:34
Think carefully about what is right, and stop sinning. For to your shame I say that some of you don’t know God at all.
John 13:34
“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.
John 13:35
By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”
Acts 13:34
For God had promised to raise him from the dead, not leaving him to rot in the grave. He said, ‘I will give you the sacred blessings I promised to David.’
Acts 13:35
Another psalm explains it more fully: ‘You will not allow your Holy One to rot in the grave.’
The annual Christian Easter celebration of redemption and salvation via the resurrection of Jesus Christ clearly and undeniably establishes the only Christian holy weekly Sabbath of Jesus Christ and His Father is Friday night to Saturday night. Profaning the Sabbath every Friday night to Saturday night AND Sunday guarantees a 5 generation curse every week, so the weekly choice is either Christ (Friday night to Saturday night), or anti-Christ (Sunday).
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 188:
Exodus 34:5
The Lord came down in a cloud; He stood with him there, and proclaimed the name Lord.
Exodus 34:6
The Lord passed before him and proclaimed: "The Lord! the Lord! a God compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in kindness and faithfulness,
Exodus 34:7
extending kindness to the thousandth generation, forgiving iniquity, transgression, and sin; yet He does not remit all punishment, but visits the iniquity of parents upon children and children's children, upon the third and fourth generations."
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1450:
Psalm 34:7
Here was a lowly man who called, and the Lord listened, and delivered him from all his troubles.
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1413:
Psalm 1:1
Happy is the man who has not followed the counsel of the wicked, or taken the path of sinners, or joined the company of the insolent;
Psalm 1:2
rather, the teaching of the Lord is his delight, and he studies that teaching day and night.
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1414:
Proverbs 3:1
A psalm of David when he fled from his son Absalom.
Proverbs 3:2
O Lord, my foes are so many! Many are those who attack me;
Proverbs 3:3
many say of me, "There is no deliverance for him through God." Selah.
Proverbs 3:4
But You, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, He who holds my head high.
Revelation 1:8
“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.”
John 1:9
The one who is the true light, who gives light to everyone, was coming into the world.
Sam & Dave - Hold On I'm Coming
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Published: October 29, 2018 (302nd day)
Duration: 2:32 (152 seconds)
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3+4+8+9+600+600+600+50+90+200+700=2864. 2864+152=3016. 3016+302=3318.
Strong's Concordance #3318
yatsa: to go or come out, appear, bring forth, break out, escape, carry out, lead out, grow, spread out, be risen
Original Word: יָצָא
Anton LaVey's Death:
Wednesday, 29 October 1997 = 28th of Tishrei, 5758
Parashat Noach כ״ח בְּתִשְׁרֵי תשנ״ח
Parashat Noach is the 2nd weekly Torah portion in the annual Jewish cycle of Torah reading.
Torah Portion: Genesis 6:9-11:32
Noach (“Noah”) begins as God decides to destroy mankind with a flood. At God’s command, the righteous Noah builds an ark, where Noah, his family,
and select animals survive the flood. Noah’s children bear children, and several generations develop. God confounds the speech of people building the Tower of Babel.
Celtic Woman - May It Be (Postcards From Ireland)
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Duration: 3:12 (192 seconds)
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2+5+6+6+6+8+90+90=213. 213+5=218. 218+192=410. 410+302=712.
Strong's Concordance #712
argaz: a box, chest, coffer
Original Word: אַרְגָּז
Earthquake: M 1.1 - 3.1 km (1.9 mi) SW of Anderson Springs, CA
2024-03-18 13:34:07 (UTC) 38.755°N 122.717°W 1.8 km depth
By Northern California Power Agency D Site Well Pad, Plant 1, and Plant 2 near Bear Canyon Creek, Ridge Road, and Castle Spring Road/Route 111A.
Well, well! Now, that's some GINORMOUS "D" energy! Literally!
John 15:1
“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.
John 15:2
He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.
TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1913:
1 Chronicles 11:4
David and all Israel set out for Jerusalem, that is Jebus, where the Jebusite inhabitants of the land lived.
1 Chronicles 11:5
David was told by the inhabitants of Jebus, "You will never get in here!" But David captured the stronghold of Zion; it is now the City of David.
1 Chronicles 11:6
David said, "Whoever attacks the Jebusites first will be the chief officer"; Joab son of Zeruiah attacked first, and became the chief.
1 Chronicles 11:7
David occupied the stronghold; therefore it was renamed the City of David.
38.755°N
Strong's Concordance #38
Abiyyam: From 'ab and yam; father of (the) sea (i.e. Seaman), "father of (the) sea," fathers; an Israelite name
Original Word: אֲביָּם
Strong's Concordance #755
arkubah: in the sense of bending the knee; the knee; a crank, to crank
Original Word: אַרְכֻבָה
My Father is riding: אֲביָּ םאַ רְכֻבָה
Revelation 6:1
As I watched, the Lamb broke the first of the seven seals on the scroll. Then I heard one of the four living beings say with a voice like thunder, “Come!”
Revelation 6:2
I looked up and saw a white horse standing there. Its rider carried a bow, and a crown was placed on his head. He rode out to win many battles and gain the victory.
122.717°W
Strong's Concordance #122
adom: From 'adam; rosy -- red, ruddy; a person.
Original Word: אֱדֹם
Strong's Concordance #717
arah: to gather, pluck
Original Word: אָרָה
G-d is like him (Hebrew): אֱ דֹםאָ רָ ה
That's the way it is (Yiddish): אֱ דֹםאָ רָ ה
My Father is riding a red horse (Hebrew): אֲביָּ םאַ רְכֻבָ ה אֱ דֹם אָ רָה
My Father is a God (Yiddish): אֲביָּ םאַ רְכֻבָ ה אֱ דֹם אָ רָה
Revelation 6:3
When the Lamb opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, “Come!”
Revelation 6:4
Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make people kill each other. To him was given a large sword.
Revelation 6:7
When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, “Come!”
Revelation 6:8
I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.
States Rights in the United States of America and Modifying the United States Constitution:
ANY modification(s) of the United States Constitution must be proposed by a two-thirds vote of both Houses of Congress, or, if two-thirds of the States request one, by a convention called for that purpose. The amendment must then be ratified by three-fourths of the State legislatures of the United States, or three-fourths of conventions called in each State for ratification for the entire United States. (Wikipedia)
Because EVERY SWORN JUDGE, LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER and FEDERAL OR STATE EMPLOYEE is required to uphold, support, and protect the U.S Constitution and the United States of America from ALL threats foreign and domestic; and because the six criminal MAGA insurrectionist judges unconstitutionally, illegally, and criminally annulled and modified the U.S. Constitution to rule in favor of LIDDLE Deranged and Destitute Dishonest Dementia Dummy donnie j. dump; and because nothing that negates the U.S. Constitution and laws of the United States of America is enforceable BY ANY SWORN JUDGE, LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER, OR FEDERAL OR STATE EMPLOYEE:
On April 25th, 2024, ALL U.S. STATES that wish to IGNORE the UNCONSTITUTIONAL, ILLEGAL, AND CRIMINAL MAGA SCOTUS RULING and ban, disqualify, and decertify any and all votes for LIDDLE Cognitively Crippled Crybaby Cuck connie j. chump can legally do so per Erie Railroad Co. v. Tompkins, 304 U.S. 64 (1938) AND MAGA SCOTUS' own ruling on Dobbs v. Jackson Women's Health Organization, No. 19-1392, 597 U.S. 215 (2022) that empowers all states in the United States of America to create and enforce any laws they wish without interference from the federal government; because THERE ARE NO FEDERAL COMMON LAWS THAT SUPERCEDE ANY OR ALL STATE LAWS IN THE UNITED STATES.
The six MAGA insurrectionist SCOTUS judges' ruling was unconstitutional, illegal, and criminal in that it annulled and invalidated Section 3 of the 14th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, made it unenforceable by Congress OR ANY STATE, and made any attempts to enforce Section 3 of the 14th Amendment now, or at any point in the future of the U.S., overturnable by an activist and insurrectionist MAGA SCOTUS that unconstitutionally, illegally, and criminally annulled and modified the U.S. Constitution
for the purposes of engaging in obstruction of justice, election tampering, and election interference. The Take Care Clause of the U.S. Constitution requires, orders, and demands that President Biden expand the Supreme Court by appointing six Real American Patriot SCOTUS justices to safeguard the 2024 general and presidential elections and replace the soon-to-be-impeached six criminal MAGA insurrectionist judges come January 3rd, 2025.
MAGA insurrectionist SCOTUS is clearly in violation of their oath of office and derelict in their duties. The Constitution makes specific reference to insurrection in Section 3 of the 14th Amendment, and as the Congressional January 6 Committee referred donald j. trump to the Department of Justice for criminal prosecution for insurrection, Deranged and Destitute Dishonest Dementia Dummy donnie j. dump has no right to appear on ANY ballot in ANY state during the 2024 primary elections or the 2024 general election and is implicitly forbidden by constitutional provision, including the one on which defenders of "Confederate insurrectionist Judge Sheffey/Griffin's Case" now chiefly rely—the Due Process Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment, that requires that individual rights must be 'deeply rooted in this Nation's history and tradition' and 'implicit in the concept of ordered liberty'; and Section 3 of the 14th Amendment that clearly empowers any and every election authority in the United States of America to deny any and all insurrectionists from ever running for or holding any public office after engaging in insurrection.
It was unconstitutional for SCOTUS to CLAIM that Congress has the power to establish a federal common law that supercedes all state laws (see: activist SCOTUS judges overturning Roe vs. Wade) Just as with the landmark SCOTUS Erie ruling that is clearly the MAGA SCOTUS' basis for overturning Roe vs. Wade, MAGA SCOTUS activist and insurrectionist judges attempting to illegally and unconstitutionally legislate from the bench, thereby violating the U.S. Constitution's separation of powers and checks and balances between the Executive, Judicial, and Legislative branches of U.S. government, CANNOT ATTEMPT to infer that there are any clauses in the U.S. Constitution that give the SCOTUS or Congress the power to declare substantive rules of common law that DENY ANY U.S. State the CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT to enforce Section 3 of the 14th Amendment disqualifying ANY insurrectionist from appearing on ANY ballot for ANY position in state or federal government.
On April 25, 1938, the Supreme Court issued a 6–2[b] decision in favor of Erie Railroad that overruled Swift v. Tyson and held that U.S. federal courts must apply state law, not general "federal common law", when adjudicating claims in lawsuits between citizens of different U.S. states. Erie Railroad Co. v. Tompkins, 304 U.S. 64 (1938), was a landmark U.S. Supreme Court decision in which the Court held that the United States does not have a general federal common law and that U.S. federal courts must apply state law, not federal law, to lawsuits between parties from different states that do not involve federal questions. In reaching this holding, the Court overturned almost a century of federal civil procedure case law, and established the foundation of the modern law of diversity jurisdiction. Although the decision is not widely known among ordinary laypeople, most American lawyers and legal scholars regard Erie as one of the most important decisions in U.S. Supreme Court history. The decision "goes to the heart" of the American system of federalism and the relationship between the U.S. federal government and the states. (Wikipedia)
Except in matters governed by the Federal Constitution or by Acts of Congress, the law to be applied in any case is the law of the State. And whether the law of the State shall be declared by its Legislature in a statute or by its highest court in a decision is not a matter of federal concern. There is no federal general common law. Congress has no power to declare substantive rules of common law applicable in a State, whether they be local in their nature or "general," be they commercial law or a part of the law of torts. And no clause in the Constitution purports to confer such a power upon the federal courts. — Erie, 304 U.S. at 78. (Wikipedia)
United States Constitution: Clause 5: Caring for the faithful execution of the law (Including enforcing Section 3 of the 14th Amendment of the U.S. Constitution on Congressionally-Determined insurrectionist donald. j. trump: whom through an act of Congress was referred to the Department of Justice for criminal prosecution for his January 6, 2021 insurrection and election interference)
The president must "take care that the laws be faithfully executed." This clause in the Constitution imposes a duty on the president to enforce the laws of the United States and is called the Take Care Clause, also known as the Faithful Execution Clause or Faithfully Executed Clause. This clause is meant to ensure that a law is faithfully executed by the president even if he disagrees with the purpose of that law. Addressing the North Carolina ratifying convention, William Maclaine declared that the Faithful Execution Clause was "one of the [Constitution's] best provisions." If the president "takes care to see the laws faithfully executed, it will be more than is done in any government on the continent; for I will venture to say that our government, and those of the other states, are, with respect to the execution of the laws, in many respects mere ciphers." President George Washington interpreted this clause as imposing on him a unique duty to ensure the execution of federal law. Discussing a tax rebellion, Washington observed, "it is my duty to see the Laws executed: to permit them to be trampled upon with impunity would be repugnant to [that duty]."
According to former United States Assistant Attorney General Walter E. Dellinger III, the Supreme Court and the Attorneys General have long interpreted the Take Care Clause to mean that the president has no inherent constitutional authority to suspend the enforcement of the laws, particularly of statutes. The Take Care Clause demands that the president obey the law, the Supreme Court said in Humphrey's Executor v. United States, and repudiates any notion that he may dispense with the law's execution. In Printz v. United States, the Supreme Court explained how the president executes the law: "The Constitution does not leave to speculation who is to administer the laws enacted by Congress; the president, it says, "shall take Care that the Laws be faithfully executed," Art. II, §3, personally and through officers whom he appoints (save for such inferior officers as Congress may authorize to be appointed by the "Courts of Law" or by "the Heads of Departments" with other presidential appointees), Art. II, §2."
The president may not prevent a member of the executive branch from performing a ministerial duty lawfully imposed upon him by Congress. (See Marbury v. Madison (1803); and Kendall v. United States ex rel. Stokes (1838).) Nor may the president take an action not authorized either by the Constitution or by a lawful statute. (See Youngstown Sheet & Tube Co. v. Sawyer (1952).) Finally, the president may not refuse to enforce a constitutional law, or "cancel" certain appropriations, for that would amount to an extra-constitutional veto or suspension power. (Wikipedia)
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Strong's Concordance #2149
zulluth: From zalal; to shake (as in the wind), i.e. To quake; figuratively, to be loose morally, worthless, cheapness, blow down, glutton, riotous (eater), vile.
Original Word: זֻלּוּת
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rambling thoughts -- was thinking about when some one dies, how the world goes on like nothing happened except for those that were aware or perhaps knew of the deceased; obituaries and funerals seem to be passee or people just too busy do do much...
and the same for Christ ... yes, the sun was darkened, earthquake, the temple veil was torn from top to bottom and bones arose from the grave. There were witness enough but far in distant lands, perhaps they sensed the quiver in the earth, a prick to their conscious but otherwise unaware of the impact of the sacred event. How like today, so many are still unaware of the suffering of Christ, the Great Sacrifice and the Gift that followed. That is why Jesus told his disciples to go out and spread the Good News; that is why he told them to love their neighbors as themselves, that is why he said feed my sheep and reminded them 'Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me' (Mt 25.40-45). Like a ripple in a pond ... to be turned into a butterfly effect! The Love of Christ given to us forever, let us not lose our faith into the mundane but push forward creating and ever growing wave of Love -- let the world know! Don't let your Light go out! Trim your Lamps, Chidren of God. Be that Light. Be that Love. Keep the message going forward. Pass it on!
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In the sacred land of Shri Ram's Janmabhoomi Ayodhya, an unparalleled demonstration of humanity has unfolded. Revered Sant Rampal Ji Maharaj has organised a Grand Feast (Divine Bhandara) for all Ayodhya visitors, with His disciples tirelessly serving food, tea, and water 24/7 under His divine guidance. A great relief for devotees arriving from across the nation and the globe. You too can witness this extraordinary event, a once-in-a-lifetime experience continuing until March 26, 2024.
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