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CHANCE.
TW! implications of death.
bittersweet! melancholic
t. muichiro x f. reader
graciously requested by @muuumuiiii ! thank you so much for requesting, you sweet lovely lad<3
who would have anticipated it? the mist hashira, of all individuals, displaying a concern that surpassed anyone else's for you—the spirit pillar; a warrior whose technique came at the steep cost of a gradual erosion of your life.
THE MOON; THE BRIGHTEST PEARL SUSPENDED IN OUR VELVET SKY THAT FLOODED THE INKY DARKNESS WITH ITS SILVER GLOW.
a radiant disc it was. casting its ethereal glow upon the shadows of the night, while also heralding the relentless onslaught of a few infamous entities—demons.
a symbol of hope, this pale sentinel embodied a goddess-like presence, standing as a timeless guardian, observing the earth with an unwavering gaze as warriors valiantly battled the monstrous creatures scattered throughout.
above, the luminous orb commanded the vast expanse of stars, illuminating them all. yet, even in this peaceful night, two particular slayers found themselves immersed in the serenity, although one seemed burdened by a more pressing concern, far beyond the tranquility itself.
in a world where such creatures roamed, the perfect harmony would remain elusive.
thus, what purpose did survival serve if death constantly loomed, a persistent visitor at one's very doorstep?
well, the purpose of life is to be happy. or at least, that's what this young man believed.
said boy possessed an acute understanding of this belief, as if it had become ingrained in the very fabric of his being—an awareness that, perhaps, bordered on the excessive.
the sheer ecstasy of savoring every moment of existence, embracing its essence in its entirety, was undeniably a remarkable achievement—a feat that deserved to be celebrated with fervor.
thus, he found himself utterly incapable of comprehending—indeed, he never had—how she could nonchalantly dismiss the imminent cessation of her own existence, as if it were a trifling matter. the weight of her disregard for her own life gnawed at him, like a persistent ache that defied understanding.
..then again, had he been any different?
"—and…now you’re spacing out, again.”
ah, the sound of that melodious voice; both longed for and dreaded, resonated within him and snapped him out of his reverie. even though he had incessantly poured out his thoughts to her since he awakened from his coma, with her faithfully by his side, deep in slumber—despite her own exhaustion—she had remained.
as your words echoed in his ears, he shifted his gaze to meet your own—and oh, those eyes.
he would give anything to forever witness his own reflection in the depths of your eyes.
in a mesmerizing dance, your gazes intertwined; an exquisite tapestry woven with delicate threads of connection.
he couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer magnificence of your irises—their majesty akin to rare crystalline treasures, gleaming beneath the majestic canopy of the nocturnal sky.
as a gentle zephyr whispered sweet nothings, its delicate touch caressed their beings, a tender embrace from the invisible hands of nature. he watched, his eyelids descending to a half-closed state, surrendering to the enchanting symphony of the night.
the breeze, like a playful sprite, felt as if it alone, could carry away his worries and sorrows, dispersing them into the velvety darkness.
yet, amidst this reposeful tranquility, a question lingered in the depths of his soul, an enigma that remained elusive and enigmatic.
it was one of the few riddles that continued to elude his grasp, an enigmatic puzzle that defied comprehension, regardless of whether he had regained his former self or not.
why, he pondered ever so deeply, did your well-being hold such profound significance to him?
why did his heart ache with an inexplicable yearning to protect you, to ensure the radiance within you remained untouched by the shadows of the world? it was as if his very purpose revolved around safeguarding your light, shielding it from the encroaching darkness threatening to dim its brilliance.
no, he never intended to diminish your worth in any way.
on the contrary—he understood, with a profound certainty, that you’re fully capable of caring for yourself alone.
yet, despite his awareness, a veil of mystery draped over his consciousness—that of a delicate wisp of mist teasing the boundaries of his understanding. it remained tantalizingly close, yet perpetually out of his reach, an enigma that eluded his grasp.
similarly elusive was the faint, almost imperceptible yet weighty pang in his heart each time his gaze flickered to your bandages that dressed your wounds.
he struggled to fathom its origins, to decipher the emotions that coursed through him with every glance. was it concern, fear, or something different altogether?
of course, he chastised himself for overreacting. after all, you were healing, weren't you?
...right?
at least, that was the relentless mantra he repeated to himself, like a haunting melody, a lullaby of self-deception.
perhaps it was a lie he constructed, a defense mechanism to shield himself from the harsh reality. deep down, he knew all too well that you were pushing yourself to the brink, sacrificing fragments of your own well-being to save countless others from the clutches of death.
how he yearned to tell you—to implore you—to cease using the very essence that slowly, yet inexorably, eroded your own vitality. the desire to shield you from the self-inflicted harm, consumed him.
yet, who was he to stand in your way?
who was he to dictate how you should pursue your purpose—your solemn vow? who had the right to demand that you discard the only technique you knew, as if acquiring a new skill were a trivial matter?
perhaps, for you, it had maybe once been a tangible option—a plausible alternative.
however, it clashed with the very reason why you chose to persist in wielding the power of spirit breathing, despite its unfortunate and devastating toll on your own being.
it was a conundrum that weighed heavily upon his soul, yet another conflict that tugged at the frayed edges of his limited understanding.
then, abruptly—his consciousness snapped back to reality, like a fragile dream shattered by the gentle sweep of a waving hand.
in that instant, the symphony of your voice, a sweet and melodious tune, graced his senses once more, stirring his spirit from its slumber.
"hello? earth to tokito?"
your words danced in the air, adorned with a delicate blend of amusement and genuine concern—whilst he, silently observed your actions. his gaze lingering for a fleeting moment, as if capturing the essence of your graceful movements.
soon enough, his eyes blinked, like a dormant star awakening to illuminate the night sky, as he finally stirred from his reverie.
with a subtle tilt of his head, he emitted a soft hum—a melodic expression that intertwined intrigue and acknowledgment in response to your beckoning. the notes of his hum danced through the air, a secretive melody that conveyed both his curiosity and the recognition of your presence.
meanwhile, you watched him with an internal sigh of relief.
the young man, whom you had believed to be forever lost in the bewitching realm of his perpetual daydreams, had returned to the realm of the present. the transformation within him, from introspective to effervescent, had you spellbound, never failing to leave you even in but a speck of awe, of these rare moments of clarity that graced his being.
"seems like someone's finally awake."
a faint smile blossoming upon your lips, akin to the first delicate bloom of a spring flower. lowering your hand with graceful grace,
you adjusted yourself to a more comfortable position beside him on the edge of the engawa outside the butterfly manor—a perch where you and him had been leisurely spending time together, without a care in the world, rambling on about. relishing in the comfort in one another’s presence—like a normal pair of souls basking in the way of life.
"you’ve been staring at me for quite a while.”
pausing for a breath, you tilted your head—the radiance of your irises blooming with an enchanting glow, as if the secrets of the universe were hidden within their depths.
"what's wrong?"
in the midst of an enchanting moment, a subtle hint of wounded innocence played across your seductive countenance, evoking a mysterious allure.
"do i look that bad?"
your voice, though as mellow and gentle as always, carried an underlying touch of vulnerability.
in an instant, he reacted, tilting his head with a subtle mixture of surprise and denial.
"what? no."
aa he blinked, his words slipped out absent-mindedly, like a whisper from a dreamer's lips.
"far from it, actually."
he confessed, his sincerity palpable.
with a gaze that held a painter's eye for detail, he saw your flaws not as imperfections, but as intricate brush strokes that added depth to the masterpiece of your being. inexplicably, he adored you, to the point where it practically pained him.
and who could blame him? for you were way more than a mere beauty that could be captured in words. you were a tapestry of emotions, a symphony of sensations that defied description.
to him, you are everything.
your brows raised slightly, captivated by his ever-unpredictable nature. truly, like the wind, he embraced the freedom to wander in any direction he pleased.
reminiscent of an owl, you blinked a plenty amount of times, momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of his flattery. it seeped into the recesses of your heart, stirring a delicate blend of bashfulness and gratitude.
"then..."
unintentionally mimicking his gestures, as if dancing in synchrony with his spirit, you then asked, avidly yearning to explore the depths of his thoughts.
"mind sharing what's got you so..distant?"
although it was not deemed uncommon for him, of all individuals, to maintain a silent disposition, you possessed a deeper understanding—having witnessed something greater, something more.
despite the mere span of a few days, you stood as a crucial observer to the sudden shift in his demeanor. having been privy to a bewildering yet endearingly interactive side of the boy since his awakening, it became slightly disconcerting to witness him potentially regress into his characteristic, distant, and dazed state.
the memory of those extraordinary moments lingered, and it was disheartening to question whether they were mere illusions or if they held the promise of something genuine.
as of now, the male in question pressed his lips together, creating a slender line as his gaze wandered away from yours, as though searching for a brief respite from reality.
seeing this, you reassured him. carefully observing these subtle occurrences with your keen irises.
"you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
responding with a weary shake of his head and a sigh escaping his lips, his gaze flickered back to you, and as his eyes connected with yours once more, a subtle softness overcame them.
truly breathtaking were his eyes. they possessed a hue reminiscent of emerald, yet they gleamed like the replesdent glow of the moon above.
however, what truly captured your attention was the way his brows furrowed just as the corner of his lips downturned, for internally—a cascade of emotions crashed upon him all at once. moreover, a despairing layer seemed to coat his eyes, a poignant sorrow that caught you off guard.
"i don't like it."
he stated firmly, his words hanging in the air, leaving you perplexed.
your head tilted slightly further, eyes widening as you regarded him with curiosity and intrigue.
in response, he raised a hand to the area where his heart resided, his gaze lowering and narrowing towards the ground beneath you both.
"this feeling..."
his voice carried a weight of uncertainty, gaze delicately shifted back to meet yours—and in that moment, you could have sworn you saw his frown deepen as the hint of sorrow on his features became even more pronounced.
"and knowing you could..."
he trailed off, unable to bring himself to complete his sentence. yet, the unfinished words were enough for you to grasp the essence of his meaning.
your brows upturned, sensing the profound depth of emotions he struggled to express fully through words. you had a hunch that it might be something like this, but witnessing his reaction with such intensity was, without a doubt, enough to evoke a painful ache in anyone's heart.
the desire to comfort him welled up within you, an overwhelming longing to ease his burdens. yet, you couldn't help but question how you could possibly offer reassurance.
would it be by telling a blatant lie about something that was inevitable?
now, that would be nothing short of cruelty, no?
to suggest that you would overcome it would only exacerbate the pain. moreover, you were uncertain how to approach the situation without inadvertently triggering a devastating chain of events in the unavoidable future.
truth be told, if he were anyone else, you might have dismissed the matter with a casual remark, wouldn't you?
but with him, it was different.
you couldn't bring yourself to say so.
unable to find the right words in that moment, your gaze somberly shifted away from his, fixating on a distant point ahead. yet, in a sudden and unexpected instant, you were taken aback as you felt the weight of something new but vaguely familiar resting upon your shoulder—soft strands of supple hair gently brushing against you. along with it came a delicate warmth, enveloping you in an oddly soothing sensation.
"you don't have to say anything."
he quietly uttered, his honeyed voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and reassurance. he simply needed to release his thoughts into the open, to let them be heard, even if it was just a single sentence.
there had been no intention to pressurize or burden you, but rather a desire to be the one offering reassurance while subtly seeking comfort himself.
in a silent plea to convince himself that he wasn't caught in a dream, he gingerly leaned his head against your shoulder, and though was making sure not to add any more damage to your wounds, he did so without a hint of regret.
your heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the depth of his actions. turning your attention back to him, you found solace in this unspoken gesture of support. that tender gesture conveyed a profound understanding, a connection that surpassed the boundaries of words. it was a silent reassurance; of ones comforting presence for the other, especially in the face of uncertainty.
a sentimental smile graced your features as you felt immense gratitude for his selfless deeds. even in this moment, he made sure you were as comfortable as possible, going above and beyond to provide solace. the warmth of his actions filled you with a deep sense of appreciation and reinforced the unmatched bond between you.
"..thank you,"
you whispered in a hushed breath, your voice carrying the weight of profound appreciation.
though the words seemed simple, they held within them an entire universe of gratitude—a universe that bloomed with vivid colors, dreamlike aspirations, and meaningful connections.
with a delicate grace, you lifted your hand and allowed your fingertips to dance upon the canvas of his raven tresses. each strand, like a silken thread, wove a tapestry of sensations beneath your touch.
the texture was soft and supple, akin to the gentle caress of a summer breeze. as your fingers glided through the ebony strands, you embarked on a journey of intricate care, smoothing out the knots that dared to disrupt the harmony.
in this intimate act, time seemed to suspend, creating a space where the world faded away, leaving only the two of you in a transcendent moment. your touch, as mindful as the brushstrokes of an artist, traced a path of tenderness and care. each movement held intention, a pledge to protect and cherish him, ensuring no harm would befall his vulnerable spirit.
It was a silent symphony, where the language of trust and gratitude flowed effortlessly through the whispers of your fingertips.
as you continued this tender ministration, a vibrant tapestry of emotions unfurled within the depths of your heart. gratitude, like a delicate fragrance, mingled with a sense of wonder, weaving a spellbinding combination.
the tenderness you shared painted a tableau, akin to a cherished memory, where hues of warmth, understanding, and appreciation blended harmoniously.
pleased by your touch, a contented hum escaped your companion's lips, his eyes finding solace in the comfortable embrace of closed lids.
a smile, brimming with emotions, blossomed upon his visage, a testament to the profound impact of your presence.
his heart fluttered with a bittersweet ache, caught between the beauty of the present and the uncertainty of the future.
yet, even in the face of daunting odds, a glimmer of hope persisted within him. it discreetly clung to his being, refusing to be extinguished.
it was undeniably a childlike hope, both fragile and resilient; to yearn for the possibility of a miraculous turn of events.
still, muichiro wanted to embrace that chance, to patiently wait for the magic of a future with you.
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Gale x Trans Masc Reader (Mature)
I have so many in universe head canons as to how hrt and top surgery works in BG3/DnD so if anyone wants separate musings on that alone I’d be happy to explain, but for the sake of this incredibly self indulgent fic, Y/N Tav has top surgery scars and equivalent effects of hrt for trans masc ppl. It was originally supposed to be explicit but I decided I'd test the waters with this and maybe I'll write a part two? Let me know if you're interested in that :p
The camp was particularly lively tonight. Your allies were in high spirits, cheering and passing around bottles of liquor to celebrate their recent victory over Ketheic Thorm and the necromancer god Myrkul. The triumphant atmosphere engulfed the camp, making the impending threat to all of Faerûn feel momentarily distant. Even Lae'zel, who usually found such celebrations frivolous, had a hint of a smile as she sipped her wine.
You leaned back, savoring the moment, and watched your companions enjoy the respite. Tomorrow's problems could wait. But amidst the music and boisterous laughter, you noticed one person was missing—Gale. Your brow furrowed as you wondered where he might have gone. Perhaps he was engrossed in his Weave studies, as he often was.
As you set your goblet down, a different kind of warmth filled you. It was the memory of the tender moments shared under the starry sky, where your lips met his in a passionate kiss, and the world faded into a magical embrace by his design.Your neck prickled with excitement as you thought of the night Gale had shown you the power of the Weave, of the profound connection it created, of the sheer ecstasy you both gave into.
With a longing that mirrored the enchantment of that night, you decided to chase after Gale, eager to see how he was faring on this unusual journey, hoping he might reveal more about the Weave's mysteries, and yearning for the chance to share another intimate moment beneath the infinite tapestry of the cosmos. Perhaps this time, he would be interested in a more physical, grounded pleasure.
He wasn't far from the camp, just a short distance behind you. You could still make out the faint light of the campfire through the trees, and the occasional burst of laughter echoed in the night. Gale stood there, his back turned toward you, once again immersed in the intricate dance of the Weave. It was nothing as grandiose as the last time, but you did notice something akin to a small-scale meteor shower, as if the very stars were converging at his fingertips. Perhaps this time, he wasn't seeking to impress anyone.
Watching him manipulate the golden threads of magic was like witnessing an artist meticulously craft a masterpiece. Each movement was deliberate, and every detail was attended to with the utmost care. You stood back, admiring him for a brief moment, the soft radiance of the Weave illuminating his face, making him appear more ethereal than ever.
"Are you indulging in a bit of quiet observation?” Gale's voice, gentle yet playful, broke the silence. His focus remained on the Weave.
Your face flushed, embarrassed that you had been caught. "I was worried when I couldn't find you at camp," you admitted, stepping out of the shadows. "I assumed you'd taken a brief respite nearby."
"No need to worry, my intentions were far from dramatic," he replied, waving a hand to dismiss the Weave's projection as he turned to face you. "I simply needed a moment to gather my thoughts, that's all. Would you care to join me?"
"I didn't mean to interrupt anything," you said, approaching him hesitantly. "If you'll have me, I wouldn't mind taking a break from the noise."
"Please," he said with an inviting smile, almost eager, as he motioned for you to sit beside him. He gracefully lowered himself to the ground.
You settled beside him, relishing the chance for a quiet moment alone with Gale. As much as you enjoyed the bustling camp, it could at times feel overwhelming. These solitary moments with the Wizard of Waterdeep were truly treasured, and you were grateful for the opportunity to savor his company in peaceful seclusion.
"I've brought a bottle of wine," you remarked, reaching for your bag with a playful smile. "Unfortunately, there are no glasses, so we'll have to share straight from the bottle." The wine had already left you feeling a bit tipsy after sharing a bottle with the others, so you extended it to him, gesturing for him to take the first sip.
"Of course," he replied, reaching out to accept the bottle from your hand as you presented it to him. He took a long, leisurely sip, savoring the flavor for a moment before glancing at the label. "Ah, you managed to sneak a bottle of that exquisite find from earlier, didn't you?"
"Don't breathe a word of it to the others," you giggled, taking the bottle back and sipping from it yourself. "I wanted to share it with you. We don't get many moments to ourselves, after all."
"I suppose not," he agreed, his eyes softening as he gazed at you, as if he were savoring the sight of you. You felt a warmth rush to your cheeks.
As time passed, the two of you exchanged stories about your lives before the parasite, all while indulging in the bottle of wine. Laughter filled the air between you. Eventually, the topic of past lovers arose.
"So," you began, your words slightly slurred from the wine's effects, "Mystra. Did you engage in that astral projection thing often with her?"
Gale paused for a moment, considering your question. "Yes, I would say so," he replied. "Physical intimacy was... a concern for mortals, you see. Why indulge in such earthly pursuits when we could connect on a more divine level?" Despite the considerable amount of wine he had consumed, his speech remained clear.
"Have you been with mortals?" you asked, your curiosity tinged with a touch of self-consciousness.
"A few, here and there," Gale confessed. "But nothing I'd describe as serious, at least not until Mystra."
"Men?"
"Excuse me?"
"Mortal men," you repeated, your words escaping in a hushed, almost embarrassed tone. You felt a flush of self-consciousness, unsure of how he'd respond.
Gale noticed your sudden shyness and extended his hand, gently resting it on yours as a reassuring gesture. "You're not the first man I've been with," he admitted with a soft smile, "certainly the first to experience the Weave so intimately. The first mortal, in truth."
You appreciated the intimate gesture of his hand atop yours, his touch conveying more than words ever could. But there was another question that had been nagging at you, a curiosity you couldn't shake. You considered whether it was worth asking, knowing that the subject matter was intimate and personal.
The night he had shown you how the gods indulged in pleasure had been unexpected. Normal intimacy wasn't something that typically occurred without a series of conversations and deepening emotional connections. Curiosity, however, had taken hold of you. You didn't regret the experience; in fact, it had left you with a sense of wonder and contentment. Yet, it was undoubtedly a rare occurrence, a spontaneous act that you didn't engage in frequently, if at all.
Then again, you had never experienced intimacy through astral projection before. It had been a unique and exhilarating encounter, one that required little preparation as your clothes had remained on your person.
"Mortal men of the... Trans variety." The words felt almost silly, and the wine, you decided, was the culprit.
"Trans... variety? What do you mean?" Gale furrowed his brow, his expression showing genuine confusion. You kept your gaze on the empty bottle, head swirling with wine and nervousness. He appeared ready to inquire further when realization slowly crept in. "Oh, oh, I see. I didn't, well, it never occurred to me, really. I've never, um, encountered a mortal man of the trans variety, not physically. It's not because I'd find it undesirable, you understand, but rather, it's just... well, it simply hasn't happened. Or maybe I've never met someone who chose to, you know, disclose that aspect. But I want to assure you, it doesn't matter to me in the least." Gale's words tumbled out in a jumble, and his usually precise articulation was marred by a palpable nervousness that you assumed, was induced by the wine.
A moment of silence fell between the two of you, and your stomach stirred with a peculiar blend of uncertainty and wine-induced unease. It wasn't that Gale's response had been unfavorable, but the awkwardness of the moment was palpable. In your attempt to seek answers, you had ventured into uncharted territory and made things awkward. Awkwardness clung to the air like an unwanted guest.
Gale was the first to break the silence, his voice hesitant. "So then, the scars on your chest..."
You let out a light, nervous laugh. "Definitely not from an owlbear fight," you assured him, and a genuine smile began to replace the awkward tension. "They're the handiwork of a wizard doctor in Baldur's Gate. But, honestly, I find it much more entertaining to share absurd stories about them."
"Amusing, indeed," Gale agreed, and he joined in your laughter. The tension began to dissipate, leaving you both with a sense of relief. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted, and the atmosphere lightened.
"I'm sorry for springing that on you; it's been weighing on my mind for some time," you admitted as the laughter between you two gradually quieted down.
"Please, don't worry about it," Gale reassured you, his voice sincere and understanding. He reached out and clasped your hand securely. "I can only imagine it's a sensitive topic, and I'm glad you felt safe enough to confide in me. I want to emphasize that this revelation changes absolutely nothing about how I feel about you." His words were imbued with warmth and reassurance.
You couldn't be certain if it was the wine or just the intimate conversation, but a subtle heat spread across your face, your cheeks warming as you found yourself ensnared by his rich brown eyes. He met your gaze with an intensity that seemed to reflect your own unspoken desires. For a moment, you both shared a meaningful silence, savoring the reassuring presence of one another.
In this quiet interlude, you allowed your gaze to leisurely explore his face, tracing his features with your eyes. You followed the gentle curve of his silhouette, his magnetic eyes, and then down to the sculpted line of his jaw. Your attention settled on his lips, vividly recalling how they felt – soft and inviting, his beard lightly brushing against your skin, eliciting those delightful, ticklish sensations. Astral projection had its allure, but it couldn't quite replicate the tangible experience of another person's touch.
As your thoughts wandered, you couldn't help but ponder when Gale had last engaged in a physical, intimate encounter. The way he spoke of his solitude after Mystra suggested it had been a long while. Would he ever consider exploring such connections again? You wondered if it would be too audacious or imprudent to even pose the question.
Your reverie was abruptly interrupted by the tender sensation of a warm hand gently cupping your cheek. It cradled you, offering an assurance of safety and comfort. In response, your heart seemed to flutter in your chest as Gale drew you nearer to him. His gaze was filled with affection as he lovingly looked into your eyes, and all you could hear in that intimate moment was the soft rhythm of his breath.
"You look quite magnificent tonight," he whispered, his voice so hushed as if he feared disrupting the tranquil serenity that enveloped both of you.
A playful smile graced your lips, and you replied with a hint of cheekiness, "You spoil me with your words, Gale." Leaning in, you bridged the distance between your lips and his, planting a gentle kiss upon his mouth. The kiss was a wordless expression of your connection, and it spoke volumes of the unspoken emotions shared between you.
Gale held you close, his arms wrapped around you as he reciprocated the kiss with tenderness. You felt a bit lightheaded, the wine and the joy of the moment mingling in your senses as you lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace. His lips carried the faint taste of wine, much like yours. Almost instinctively, your hands found their place behind his neck, drawing him into the kiss, a silent longing for his touch.
He smiled softly against your lips, then pulled away slightly to let out a gentle chuckle.
"Is this the real reason you sought me out tonight?" Gale playfully inquired, his voice laced with a teasing undertone that sent a playful spark into the air. He punctuated the question with another tender kiss on your lips, his lips lingering for a moment before he gently nuzzled his face against your neck. His warm breath washed over your skin, causing a delightful shiver to dance down your spine, and you couldn't help but respond by softly biting your lip, ensuring no unintended sounds could escape, all the while relishing the intimate connection between you two.
"My intention was simply to share a moment with you; anything more is a delightful surprise," you replied, your fingers finding their way through his luscious, wavy brown locks as you spoke.
"Shall we dance like the gods, then?" Gale whispered sweetly into your ear, his hands trailing down your back with a tender, alluring touch. His hands traced a path down your back, and the touch was like a soft breeze on a summer's night, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The moonlight cast a silvery glow around you, and the distant murmur of the camp seemed to fade into the background as you were drawn into this intimate moment.
Your heart quickened, and your thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of desire and curiosity. As his hands continued their tender exploration, you found your own fingers lightly grazing the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. The world around you faded, and all that remained was the connection between your bodies, an electric current that left you breathless and eager for what lay ahead. You pondered the question for a moment, wondering if the magic weave sex was something you were interested in pursuing again.
"Actually..." you began carefully, pulling away slightly to meet Gale's gaze, your eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and shyness. "I'd like to experience you as you are."
Gale paused, a look of slight astonishment flickering across his features, as though he needed a moment to process your words. "As I am?" he repeated slowly, seeking confirmation.
"If you'll have me, that is, as I am," you replied with a shy smile, your voice a delicate whisper. "I've been wondering if perhaps you'd like to explore more about... men of my variety."
A soft, thoughtful expression crossed Gale's face. He leaned in, his forehead gently touching yours, and your noses brushed in a tender nuzzle. "If that is your desire, I would be more than willing to oblige," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with warmth. "You've certainly piqued my curiosity, and I'm always eager for new learning experiences."
Both of your lips met in another affectionate kiss, and as the night continued to unfold, it felt as though the rest of the world had dissolved, leaving you and Gale entwined in a lover's embrace.
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Hellenic Witch tips
Hellenic witchcraft is very interesting in Ancient Greek and Roman history, divination wasn’t consider to be magic but a regular part of theurgy or communication with the gods. Magic was seen as taboo and certain time periods people were faced with persecution when they attempted to “curse” someone seeing it to be equal to murder. The Magical Greek papyri a collection of texts that were found on lead tablets of magical spells that were done in Ancient Greece one of the popular methods of magic in the Hellenic World was poppet magic, made from clay usually most recognize as today as “voodoo” dolls which is very misunderstood through mainstream media and two separate cultures and traditions. Here are some great Hellenic deities to work with in your magical journey!
- Hekate: one of the most common and well known deity to be associated with magic. Besides being associated with magic she was invoke during home protection. She is the personification of magic the good, the bad, and the ugly. Her triple form represents the crossroads and her sacred animals are Hounds and Snakes
- Hermes: Hermes is the messenger of the gods and mortals and gifted humans sacred arts and rituals. He is often been merge with Thoth and this aspect became well known associated with magicians and the occult. I recommend if you’re interested in ceremonial magick, but you can work with him no matter what
- Artemis: she is often associated with Hekate as another aspect of hers, especially in the context of nature and the moon. Artemis is associated as well with Diana the Roman goddess of the moon and hunt very similar but Diana is considered to be the queen of witches and fairies.
- Apollo: In modern day we probably see divination as part of witchcraft but anyone can ask a question and throw pair of lots or shuffle tarot cards. But it’s the act of putting energy into the things we seek can be magical. Through yes Apollo can be worked with when it comes to healing and fertility but he can be destructive and cursing of illness. But Apollo is one of the gods of purification and illuminating against darkness, and can be invoke against evil spirits and negative energies.
Dionysus: Dionysus is very unique in the sense yes he is the god of drunkeness and madness but not mad as in crazy but divine madness or ecstasy where someone physically and mentally feels and sees the perspective of the gods. Through the process of being reborn. Once Dionysus was mortal but when he was killed and born again by Zeus he became a divine immortal who represents nature and her cycles that transforms constantly. One can achieve through hard work and meditations discovering themselves and reflecting on the past.
Those deities are just examples but there are plenty of the Olympians and lesser gods and spirits to work with magical wise. Athena is the goddess of crafts, witchcraft can be that craft that you devout your work to or divination. From personal experience I have made War water with Ares and it worked fantastically. For Aphrodite can be love magic or self love spells or glamour magic. If you work with a deity closely you can associate with a lot of practices of magic with them. Have the spell be part as an offering to them and let them be part of it as you prepare for the spell.
#hellenic polytheism#witchcraft#hellenic pagan#hellenic community#dionysus#hermes#hekate#ares#artemis#apollo#athena#aphrodite
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Logger in love
As Dario delved deeper into the world of logging in the forests of Washington, he found himself drawn not only to the rugged landscape but also to the people who inhabited it. Among them was Alex, a fellow logger whose passion for the wilderness matched his own, and who happened to share Dario's interest in exploring their kinks.
Their paths crossed one crisp morning as they both set out to tackle a particularly challenging section of the forest. From their first encounter, there was an undeniable connection between them, ignited not only by their shared love for the outdoors but also by their mutual interest in exploring their desires.
As days turned into weeks, Dario and Alex spent more and more time together, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. They shared stories around the campfire, laughed in the face of adversity, and discovered a shared love for pushing boundaries and exploring new realms of pleasure.
In Alex, Dario found a kindred spirit, someone who understood not only the depths of his passion for the land but also the intricacies of his desires. Their laughter echoed through the forest, their shared moments becoming cherished memories in the midst of their demanding work.
And as they worked side by side, their connection blossomed into something deeper and more intense. They found solace in each other's arms amidst the towering trees, exploring their kinks and fantasies in the privacy of their secluded cabin, their love as wild and untamed as the wilderness that surrounded them.
In the heart of the forest, amidst the scent of pine and the gentle rustle of leaves, Dario and Alex forged a love that was as enduring as the ancient trees themselves. And as they carved out their own path together, they knew that their love would withstand the tests of time, rooted deeply in the soil of the Washington wilderness, where they could freely explore their passions and desires without judgment.
As Dario and Alex's love deepened amidst the rugged beauty of the Washington wilderness, they discovered a shared passion beyond their work in the forest: a mutual fascination with cigars, igniting a fiery new kink in their relationship.
Their days were spent toiling under the canopy of towering trees, but when night fell and the campfire crackled to life, they indulged in their shared pleasure. With the scent of pine mingling with the rich aroma of tobacco, they savored the ritual of lighting their cigars, the flickering flames casting shadows that danced across their faces.
In those moments, as they sat close, the glow of their cigars illuminating the desire in their eyes, Dario and Alex found a new way to connect, a shared intimacy that went beyond words. Each exhale of smoke became a silent declaration of their passion, swirling around them like an invisible bond, intertwining their souls in the flickering light of the fire.
Their love became a symphony of sensations: the rough texture of the cigars against their lips, the heady rush of nicotine coursing through their veins, the primal urge that pulsed between them as they indulged in their shared vice.
In the depths of the forest, beneath a canopy of stars, Dario and Alex explored the depths of their desire, their bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure and ecstasy. And as the smoke spiraled into the night sky, carrying their whispered promises with it, they knew that their love was as intoxicating and addictive as the cigars they shared.
#bodyswap#mental change#fantasy#male body swap#male transformation#personality change#gay#wesco boots#lumberjack
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Make your way to Hominy, Oklahoma to see the magnificent New Territory sculptures by resident artist Cha' Tullis. These majestic depictions of Native American warriors on horseback stand nearly 20 feet tall, and are simply magical when illuminated by a gorgeous Osage County sunset. You can catch sight of these fantastic artworks on a hill overlooking the west side of town. Find more info at https://bit.ly/NewTerritoryHominy
[h/t Visit The Osage - Osage County, Oklahoma] :: [via Robert Scott Horton]
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‘Dance Ground of the Spirits,’ or something like that.” Ingles smiled. “Rather a poetic concept. In life, ritual dancing for the Zuñi is sort of a perfect expression of . . .” He paused, searching for the word. “Call it ecstasy, or joy, or life, or community unity. So what do you do when you’re beyond life, with no labors to perform? You spend your time dancing.”
Dance Hall of the Dead (Leaphorn & Chee, #2)
by Tony Hillerman
#about art#sculpture#Robert Scott Horton#Osage County Oklahoma#Native American#Cha'Tullis#Dance hall of the Dead#Tony Hillerman#Leaphorn & Chee#quotes#expression
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Intimate Storm
Lukas and Lena found themselves entwined in a passionate dance beneath the star-studded night sky. What started as a quick twirl in the rain surrounded by the sweet-scented plea of jasmine, turned to the musky notes of their shared intimacy soaked in rain.
As the night embraced them, a storm brewed overhead, thundering the tempestuous intensity of their connection. Lena won Lukas over with her fiery spirit, asking him to dance in the rain; they surrendered to the rain and thunder above. The intermittent stars, silent witnesses to their love, twinkled with approval as the couple embarked on a journey of desire.
As rain lubricated the world, Lukas cupped Lena's breast and hugged her in his strong arms, the gentle touch sending shivers down her spine. Their bodies moved in rhythm, a celestial coitus that mirrored the powerful forces of nature surrounding them. Raindrops became steady percussion, dancing on their skin as the wind whispered secrets of passion. Lightning illuminated their bodies in brief flashes, spotlighting the beauty of their connection.
Lukas held his girth with a firm grip to Lena's entrance, the connection between them deepening with every caress. The sensation of the trickling rain heightened Lena's pleasure as Lukas slid them into a shared ecstasy. The storm seemed to energize their passion, adding perfect sound effects to their every movement. A sensual sigh escaped Lena's lips, merging with the sound of raindrops and wind, bringing Lukas to the edge.
As the storm subsided, the musky smell of rain and intimacy once again gave way to faint hints of jasmine. Lukas and Lena held each other beneath the clearing skies, the stars watching on into the night.
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Hello!
My initials are C.M. 🥰🩵
Thank youuu!
Hi dear!
I feel that the message that's coming through is about your manifestations. Whatever you have been doing, keep doing it because it's working like a charm! I see that you have been trying to manifest a few physical things but I sense that you have been building your self esteem as well, which is very fortunate and for sure helpful. It boosts your success with manifestations of all kinds
Exact message follows
There will come a moment when you feel sublimely and perfectly connected, when the sheer life force of the Universe is directly linked to your own place of power. Within this moment and this place, you have alignment, where all you have wanted becomes all that you are. You are enough, and you truly believe that and, therefore, you will move forth in the direction of the soul's greatest desire. This time is coming for you, and all you need do is remember that you are enough and open yourself up to the power of the energy that has sought to reach you for so long. In this moment, there is no fear. In this moment, there is no hesitation. In this moment, the inner chatter of the voices of family and society, and even the fragmented aspects of ourselves, still and step back and let the pure connection between the Universe and the fragment of the Universe which is your soul rebond and reclaim the belief that you are blessed and deserve this wonder. When this card comes, my friend, allow yourself to open up and absorb the power that is yours at this moment. It is time to connect and to take that leap of faith, and to know that, if the connection is cared for and maintained and believed in, you can fly. It is no great project, nor is it about power in the world. It is about the experience that proves to us, once again, that you are a child of the Universe, and you are beloved. Prepare to have your faith restored and for the ecstasy of the spirit to move through you once again.
Illumination:
I am enough -
I am a part of the wonder that is the Universe, and I am loved.
I will wait no longer!
Instead, I leap into the embrace of the Universe.
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#spirit of ecstasy#rolls royce#mountains#alps#snow#skiing#luxury#rich#luxury lifestyle#luxurious lifestyle#expensive car#expensive#RR#lalique#lalique glass#illuminated spirit of ecstasy
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Spirit,
Winged with the thirst for life,
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings
Spirit playing.
Spirit desiring.
Spirit creating all with a dream.
Surrenders to the bliss of love.
Amid the rising creations
It dwells in languor,
From the height of inspiration
Calls them to flower.
And drunken with soaring
It is ready to sink into oblivion.
But suddenly . . .
Trembling presentiments
Of dark rhythm
Break rudely into
This enchanted world,
But only for an instant.
With light increase
Of divine will
It dispels
Frightening phantoms.
And it attained
Only desired victory
Over itself.
Spirit playing,
Spirit caressing,
Spirit calling hope of joy
Surrenders to the bliss of love.
Amid the flowers of its creation,
It lingers with a kiss
Over a whole world of titillation
Summons it to ecstasy.
Intoxicating it with beauty
It is transported, it tiptoes,
Dances and whirls;
With a whole range of sensations
It is tormented, wearied.
Ready to sink into oblivion
But again . . .
From mysterious wombs
The spirit confused
A formless host
Of savage terrors
Rises stormily
In menacing waves;
It threatens
All to submerge.
Spirit,
Winged with the thirst for life,
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings.
Spirit playing,
Spirit suffering,
Spirit creating grief by doubt
Succumbs to love’s torment
Mid the flowers of its creations
It lingers in torment,
With whole earth shakings,
Calls them to death.
Seized with fear,
It is ready to sink into oblivion
But then . . .
Bright presentiments
Of shining rhythms
Awake within it.
Sweet moment!
With rays of hope
Radiant again
It burns for life.
And marvelously attained
Is the power
Of divine will.
It pierces
The dark abysses
With glowing glances,
It shouts with rage
And fury . . .
The battle blazes.
Yawning caverns
Of monster mouths
Flash menacingly
Passionate lightning streaks
Of divine will,
All-conquering;
Radiant reflections
Of magical light
Illuminate the world.
Spirit,
Forgetting the beloved goal,
Drunkenly yields the struggle.
All enraptured,
Fully delighted
With free
Godlike play
The struggle of love.
In the divine loftiness
Of pure aimlessness,
In combining
Opposing desires
In single awareness,
One love.
Spirit learns
Its divine essence.
It knows that
Which desired struggle;
It desires only,
And events
Assembled round
This wish
In harmonious order
Capricious emotion.
Spirit,
Playing, changing
Vibrates the universe
Explaining
Affirming.
Desirous of victories,
It was victorious,
It is triumphant!
And to its beloved realm,
Joyous, it can return now.
But what darkens
The glorious moment?
ALAS!
IT HAS ATTAINED ITS PURPOSE.
It longs for past struggle.
Instantly it feels
Boredom, melancholy and emptiness.
But with thirst of life,
Again it is winged
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings.
And tormented by nothing
It can eternally
Surrender to
Favored dreaming
But why, O rebellious Spirit,
Again is Thy rest perturbed?
No disturbing rhythm
Overshadows Thee,
No dreadful phantoms
Haunt.
Only monotony’s
Infecting poison,
The maggot of satiety
Devours feeling
With sickly cry
The universe resounds:
Something else!
The new!
Wearied of pleasure
Worn with pleasure
But not with life,
Spirit lifts into flight
To the kingdoms of grief and suffering.
And in its free return
To the world of dream and of excitement
It comprehended miraculously
The idea of evil’s
Mysterious abysses.
Again the dark caverns
Gape open
Again the mouths threaten to swallow
Again battle,
The girding of will
The wish to conquer all.
Again victory, again intoxication,
And rapture
And satiety.
With this increasing rhythm
Beats the pulse of stronger life!
O my world, my life,
My blossoming, my ecstasy!
Your moments each by each
I create by negation
Of earlier experience.
I am forever
Negation
Again and
Ever anew!
More powerful
More tender,
New torture,
Fresh beatitude.
Delighting in this dance,
Choking in its vortex.
Unmindful of goals
Beloved aspirations
Spirit surrenders to playful
drunkenness.
On powerful wings
It speeds
Into realms of new discovery
Of Ecstasy.
In this endless change,
In this purposeless, godlike flight
Spirit comprehends itself
By its might of will.
Alone, free
Ever-creating.
All-illuminating
All-lifegiving
Divine play
In multiplicity of forms:
It knows itself
As the palpitation of life,
The wish to burgeon
In the struggle of love.
Spirit playing
Spirit fluttering
By its enduring longing
Creating Ecstasy
Gives itself up to Love’s thrill
Mid the flowers of its creations
It lives in freedom.
“I summon you to life,
Hidden longings!
You, sunken
In the somber depths
Of creative spirit,
You timid embryos
Of life,
To you I bring
Daring!
Now, you are free!
Fragment and flower
Separately
Rise up one against another
Flee to the summits
That in sweetest bliss
You may know all your oneness
Annihilated within me!
Rise up one against another,
Strike against me,
Negate your love!
Turn against me, all people and
elements,
All horrors lift up your heads
Try to destroy me,
Caverns of dragons’ mouths
Serpents twist round me
Constrict me and bite me!
When all rises
Against me,
Then I begin
My
Play.
O waiting world,
Weary world!
You are thirsting to be created
You see the creator.
Your tender sweet sigh,
Calling
Has been wafted to me.
I will come.
Already I dwell in you
O world of mine!
With mysterious delights
Of unknown feelings,
With myriads of dream and vision,
With inspiration’s flame
With Truth seeking,
With the forbidden wish
Of divine freedom.
O my beloved world,
I shall come.
Your dream of me
Is being born
It is I.
Already I am manifest
In mysterious presence
A barely perceptible
Breath of freedom.
Lightly,
A wisp of dream
The wave
Of my being
Has already seized you.
You are quivering already
I am your beloved freedom,
You my beloved world!
I am come
To dazzle you
With the marvel
Of enchantment repeated;
I bring you
The magical shiver
Of scorching love
And unimaginable caresses.
Surrender to me in all faith!
I will drown you in oceans of bliss
And beloved kisses
And great heaving waves
But in our remoteness playing
Only the spray
Envelopes you
And you insanely desire
Something else!
The new!
And then in torrents of flowers
I will lie upon you
With aromas and scents
I will bask languidly
In this play of fragrance
Now tender, now sharp
In the play of touches,
Now soft, now harsh
And sinking into passion
You will
Whisper:
Again and
Ever again!
Then I will plunge
With a horde of fearsome monsters
With savage torment and terror
I will crawl upon you with venomous
nests of snakes
And will bite and choke you!
And you will want me
More madly, more passionately.
Then I will lie upon you
Under rays of celestial suns
And you will burn with the fires
Of my emotion
The holy
Flames of desire
For the sweetest,
The most forbidden,
Most mysterious.
And all of you is a single wave
Of liberty and joy.
Multiplicity has created you.
Legions of feelings
Have elevated you
O pure desires,
I create you,
This complex unity
This feeling of bliss
Seizing you completely.
I am the instant illuminating eternity
I am the affirmation.
I am Ecstasy.”
The universe
Is embraced in flames
Spirit at the summit of its being
Feels
Endless tides
Of divine power
Of free will
Emboldened,
That which menaced
Is now seduction.
That which frightened
Is now pleasure.
And the bites of panther and hyena
Are new caresses
And the serpent’s sting
Is but a burning kiss.
And thus the universe resounds
With a joyful cry
I AM!
!!!!! I'm not usually big on poetry but this is amazing!!!! Thank you for sending this in 💕
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78 for the kisses, Kevin needs some body positive love.
78. Pushing your lover onto the bed, kissing down their stomach.
Synopsis: There was more to Kevin Owens than meets the eye. He was a giver, a nurturer and always put Sami's needs before his own. Tonight Sami would return the favor, making it a night Kevin won't soon forget.
Warning: As always, this fic is rated NSFW. Must be 18+ to read.
Kevin might not have been at Money in the Bank, but he was there in spirit as Sami's body gets hurled unceremoniously into a ladder. Paying homage to his best friend undoubtedly watching at home.
By the time the show concludes, Sami is exhausted and drags his mangled body back to his hotel room. He peers down at the bustling city below, the bright lights of Vegas illuminating the dimly lit room.
He sighs, as he proceeds to retrieve items from his suitcase. Opting on taking a shower to relieve his aching muscles. As he's heading to the bathroom, he feels a presence and knows he isn't alone. "Hello?" He calls out, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up.
He listens closely and could hear a faint breathing approaching behind him. The warm breath emerging in wisps against the nape of his neck. "K-Kev?" He manages to stammer out, his heart pounding.
"I couldn't stay away." The voice low and ominous, as a pair of arms embrace Sami from behind. "I missed you too much." He whispers softly, dragging his lips across the shell of Sami's ear.
Sami could recognize that voice anywhere. His eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of Kevin's lips lingering near his ear, sending shivers up his spine. Once his identity is revealed, Sami relaxes in his arms, tilting his head back to rest on Kevin's shoulder. "I missed you too, Kev." He whispers back just as softly, his eyes locking on Kevin's.
Kevin's breath hitches when their eyes meet. Sami's soft hazel orbs shimmering magnificently in the moonlight, as he finds himself leaning closer. Releasing his grip around Sami's waist with one hand in order to cup his cheek before tenderly pressing his lips against his.
Sami could feel Kevin's heartbeat quicken, the pace matching his own. A shiver of excitement spreading through his body, as soon as their lips connect. He deepens the kiss, spinning around to face him.
Kevin drags his fingertips down Sami's cheek until he reaches his chin, gripping it roughly as he slips his tongue inside. Hands instantly tangling in his wavy crimson locks, giving a few tufts a gentle tug, eliciting a gasp from the redhead and granting him further access.
With their lips still attached, Sami guides Kevin toward the bed. Breaking the kiss momentarily, in order to remove his shirt and gently shove him to the mattress below. A playful smirk tugging on his lips at the astonished expression on Kevin's face. "It's all about you tonight, Kev." He murmurs breathlessly, crawling over his larger form. "I'm going to make you feel beautiful." He adds, pressing a kiss to his temple before gradually making his way down the length of his body.
It's rare for Sami to take control, but when he did, he always made sure to make Kevin feel special as he continues his descent. He leaves a trail of soft, feathery kisses in his wake, watching the goosebumps emerge on his milky white skin. It's then that he reaches his tummy, the most sensitive area as the moans increase in volume.
"Sami." Kevin moans his name with ecstasy, gripping his hair roughly as he arches his back into the mattress. "Please, don't stop!" He pleads, not caring how desperate he sounds in that moment.
Sami emits a moan of his own, his arousal stirring as a result of the sounds Kevin's making. His lips ghosting against his stomach, as he resumes his assault. Kissing, licking and nipping the exposed flesh while Kevin squirms beneath him, whimpering and begging for more.
Kevin could feel himself losing control. When Sami mentioned he was a "very tender lover", he wasn't kidding. He knew exactly where to touch to make Kevin melt. "Mm...Sami, mon amour." He pants.
A self-satisfied grin spreads across Sami's lips knowing he's bringing his lover pleasure. He deserves to feel cherished, adored and above all else, loved as he glances up at Kevin, meeting his gaze. "I love you, Kevin." He confesses softly, the emotions stirring within him.
Tears brim in Kevin's warm brown eyes. If there's one thing Sami excels at it's making him choke up, as he reaches for the redhead, bringing him closer. His long, flowing hair covering a majority of his face. "Je t'aime aussi Sami, toujours." He whispers, two hearts beating as one in the heat of the night.
Tagging the crew: @shanie-the-toyaddict, @coloursflyaway, @low-x-battery, @riveliciousx, @the-cowbi and @zkivens.
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Yoke of the Forsaken
@vyrulent
Tyres rumbling friction across wet asphalt, hollowed into sounding more subdued than qualifying to the heavier model like the Rolls-Royce which emerged from it’s abyssal cast ; pitched effortlessly distinctive across a moonless night. It’s chrome accents were the first to draw contrast, with the Spirit of Ecstasy glistening in lead against dimming street lamps. It made the rest of her onyx body lustrously follow suit. Mimicking an organic similitude just beyond her clear and protective coats.
When the vehicle approached the scene that no less had been forced in being played out in the alleyway. Dark and decrepit as it had been damp with trash scattered all about the narrowing path which spewed out into their end. Instinct had called the Wraith to this particular point , her driver too, and as such her lights immediately go from bald illumination to a spontaneous bright; a burn that lit up the entire alley and the figures afoot. Steam emitted from her grille in union with a hiss , as if to exhale a breath long since held in the aftermath of a hunt.
Charles Manx remained within the comfort of his vehicle’s holding. Simply observing the commotion from the dividing windshield - outward at who once had been his own target, now disheveled with her flesh in ribbons. Here, in his stead, another rose to the occasion. Saving him the trouble of getting his hands dirty altogether.
#Crossover●Merge ; 『 American Horror Story : Asylum | NOS4A2 ❅ 』#Verse : Faces Only a Mother Could Renounce#Starter ;
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Spirit,
Winged with the thirst for life,
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings
Spirit playing.
Spirit desiring.
Spirit creating all with a dream.
Surrenders to the bliss of love.
Amid the rising creations
It dwells in languor,
From the height of inspiration
Calls them to flower.
And drunken with soaring
It is ready to sink into oblivion.
But suddenly . . .
Trembling presentiments
Of dark rhythm
Break rudely into
This enchanted world,
But only for an instant.
With light increase
Of divine will
It dispels
Frightening phantoms.
And it attained
Only desired victory
Over itself.
Spirit playing,
Spirit caressing,
Spirit calling hope of joy
Surrenders to the bliss of love.
Amid the flowers of its creation,
It lingers with a kiss
Over a whole world of titillation
Summons it to ecstasy.
Intoxicating it with beauty
It is transported, it tiptoes,
Dances and whirls;
With a whole range of sensations
It is tormented, wearied.
Ready to sink into oblivion
But again . . .
From mysterious wombs
The spirit confused
A formless host
Of savage terrors
Rises stormily
In menacing waves;
It threatens
All to submerge.
Spirit,
Winged with the thirst for life,
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings.
Spirit playing,
Spirit suffering,
Spirit creating grief by doubt
Succumbs to love’s torment
Mid the flowers of its creations
It lingers in torment,
With whole earth shakings,
Calls them to death.
Seized with fear,
It is ready to sink into oblivion
But then . . .
Bright presentiments
Of shining rhythms
Awake within it.
Sweet moment!
With rays of hope
Radiant again
It burns for life.
And marvelously attained
Is the power
Of divine will.
It pierces
The dark abysses
With glowing glances,
It shouts with rage
And fury . . .
The battle blazes.
Yawning caverns
Of monster mouths
Flash menacingly
Passionate lightning streaks
Of divine will,
All-conquering;
Radiant reflections
Of magical light
Illuminate the world.
Spirit,
Forgetting the beloved goal,
Drunkenly yields the struggle.
All enraptured,
Fully delighted
With free
Godlike play
The struggle of love.
In the divine loftiness
Of pure aimlessness,
In combining
Opposing desires
In single awareness,
One love.
Spirit learns
Its divine essence.
It knows that
Which desired struggle;
It desires only,
And events
Assembled round
This wish
In harmonious order
Capricious emotion.
Spirit,
Playing, changing
Vibrates the universe
Explaining
Affirming.
Desirous of victories,
It was victorious,
It is triumphant!
And to its beloved realm,
Joyous, it can return now.
But what darkens
The glorious moment?
ALAS!
IT HAS ATTAINED ITS PURPOSE.
It longs for past struggle.
Instantly it feels
Boredom, melancholy and emptiness.
But with thirst of life,
Again it is winged
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings.
And tormented by nothing
It can eternally
Surrender to
Favored dreaming
But why, O rebellious Spirit,
Again is Thy rest perturbed?
No disturbing rhythm
Overshadows Thee,
No dreadful phantoms
Haunt.
Only monotony’s
Infecting poison,
The maggot of satiety
Devours feeling
With sickly cry
The universe resounds:
Something else!
The new!
Wearied of pleasure
Worn with pleasure
But not with life,
Spirit lifts into flight
To the kingdoms of grief and suffering.
And in its free return
To the world of dream and of excitement
It comprehended miraculously
The idea of evil’s
Mysterious abysses.
Again the dark caverns
Gape open
Again the mouths threaten to swallow
Again battle,
The girding of will
The wish to conquer all.
Again victory, again intoxication,
And rapture
And satiety.
With this increasing rhythm
Beats the pulse of stronger life!
O my world, my life,
My blossoming, my ecstasy!
Your moments each by each
I create by negation
Of earlier experience.
I am forever
Negation
Again and
Ever anew!
More powerful
More tender,
New torture,
Fresh beatitude.
Delighting in this dance,
Choking in its vortex.
Unmindful of goals
Beloved aspirations
Spirit surrenders to playful
drunkenness.
On powerful wings
It speeds
Into realms of new discovery
Of Ecstasy.
In this endless change,
In this purposeless, godlike flight
Spirit comprehends itself
By its might of will.
Alone, free
Ever-creating.
All-illuminating
All-lifegiving
Divine play
In multiplicity of forms:
It knows itself
As the palpitation of life,
The wish to burgeon
In the struggle of love.
Spirit playing
Spirit fluttering
By its enduring longing
Creating Ecstasy
Gives itself up to Love’s thrill
Mid the flowers of its creations
It lives in freedom.
“I summon you to life,
Hidden longings!
You, sunken
In the somber depths
Of creative spirit,
You timid embryos
Of life,
To you I bring
Daring!
Now, you are free!
Fragment and flower
Separately
Rise up one against another
Flee to the summits
That in sweetest bliss
You may know all your oneness
Annihilated within me!
Rise up one against another,
Strike against me,
Negate your love!
Turn against me, all people and
elements,
All horrors lift up your heads
Try to destroy me,
Caverns of dragons’ mouths
Serpents twist round me
Constrict me and bite me!
When all rises
Against me,
Then I begin
My
Play.
O waiting world,
Weary world!
You are thirsting to be created
You see the creator.
Your tender sweet sigh,
Calling
Has been wafted to me.
I will come.
Already I dwell in you
O world of mine!
With mysterious delights
Of unknown feelings,
With myriads of dream and vision,
With inspiration’s flame
With Truth seeking,
With the forbidden wish
Of divine freedom.
O my beloved world,
I shall come.
Your dream of me
Is being born
It is I.
Already I am manifest
In mysterious presence
A barely perceptible
Breath of freedom.
Lightly,
A wisp of dream
The wave
Of my being
Has already seized you.
You are quivering already
I am your beloved freedom,
You my beloved world!
I am come
To dazzle you
With the marvel
Of enchantment repeated;
I bring you
The magical shiver
Of scorching love
And unimaginable caresses.
Surrender to me in all faith!
I will drown you in oceans of bliss
And beloved kisses
And great heaving waves
But in our remoteness playing
Only the spray
Envelopes you
And you insanely desire
Something else!
The new!
And then in torrents of flowers
I will lie upon you
With aromas and scents
I will bask languidly
In this play of fragrance
Now tender, now sharp
In the play of touches,
Now soft, now harsh
And sinking into passion
You will
Whisper:
Again and
Ever again!
Then I will plunge
With a horde of fearsome monsters
With savage torment and terror
I will crawl upon you with venomous
nests of snakes
And will bite and choke you!
And you will want me
More madly, more passionately.
Then I will lie upon you
Under rays of celestial suns
And you will burn with the fires
Of my emotion
The holy
Flames of desire
For the sweetest,
The most forbidden,
Most mysterious.
And all of you is a single wave
Of liberty and joy.
Multiplicity has created you.
Legions of feelings
Have elevated you
O pure desires,
I create you,
This complex unity
This feeling of bliss
Seizing you completely.
I am the instant illuminating eternity
I am the affirmation.
I am Ecstasy.”
The universe
Is embraced in flames
Spirit at the summit of its being
Feels
Endless tides
Of divine power
Of free will
Emboldened,
That which menaced
Is now seduction.
That which frightened
Is now pleasure.
And the bites of panther and hyena
Are new caresses
And the serpent’s sting
Is but a burning kiss.
And thus the universe resounds
With a joyful cry
I AM GOD!
What the fuck
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Spirit,
Winged with the thirst for life,
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings
Spirit playing.
Spirit desiring.
Spirit creating all with a dream.
Surrenders to the bliss of love.
Amid the rising creations
It dwells in languor,
From the height of inspiration
Calls them to flower.
And drunken with soaring
It is ready to sink into oblivion.
But suddenly . . .
Trembling presentiments
Of dark rhythm
Break rudely into
This enchanted world,
But only for an instant.
With light increase
Of divine will
It dispels
Frightening phantoms.
And it attained
Only desired victory
Over itself.
Spirit playing,
Spirit caressing,
Spirit calling hope of joy
Surrenders to the bliss of love.
Amid the flowers of its creation,
It lingers with a kiss
Over a whole world of titillation
Summons it to ecstasy.
Intoxicating it with beauty
It is transported, it tiptoes,
Dances and whirls;
With a whole range of sensations
It is tormented, wearied.
Ready to sink into oblivion
But again . . .
From mysterious wombs
The spirit confused
A formless host
Of savage terrors
Rises stormily
In menacing waves;
It threatens
All to submerge.
Spirit,
Winged with the thirst for life,
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings.
Spirit playing,
Spirit suffering,
Spirit creating grief by doubt
Succumbs to love’s torment
Mid the flowers of its creations
It lingers in torment,
With whole earth shakings,
Calls them to death.
Seized with fear,
It is ready to sink into oblivion
But then . . .
Bright presentiments
Of shining rhythms
Awake within it.
Sweet moment!
With rays of hope
Radiant again
It burns for life.
And marvelously attained
Is the power
Of divine will.
It pierces
The dark abysses
With glowing glances,
It shouts with rage
And fury . . .
The battle blazes.
Yawning caverns
Of monster mouths
Flash menacingly
Passionate lightning streaks
Of divine will,
All-conquering;
Radiant reflections
Of magical light
Illuminate the world.
Spirit,
Forgetting the beloved goal,
Drunkenly yields the struggle.
All enraptured,
Fully delighted
With free
Godlike play
The struggle of love.
In the divine loftiness
Of pure aimlessness,
In combining
Opposing desires
In single awareness,
One love.
Spirit learns
Its divine essence.
It knows that
Which desired struggle;
It desires only,
And events
Assembled round
This wish
In harmonious order
Capricious emotion.
Spirit,
Playing, changing
Vibrates the universe
Explaining
Affirming.
Desirous of victories,
It was victorious,
It is triumphant!
And to its beloved realm,
Joyous, it can return now.
But what darkens
The glorious moment?
ALAS!
IT HAS ATTAINED ITS PURPOSE.
It longs for past struggle.
Instantly it feels
Boredom, melancholy and emptiness.
But with thirst of life,
Again it is winged
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings.
And tormented by nothing
It can eternally
Surrender to
Favored dreaming
But why, O rebellious Spirit,
Again is Thy rest perturbed?
No disturbing rhythm
Overshadows Thee,
No dreadful phantoms
Haunt.
Only monotony’s
Infecting poison,
The maggot of satiety
Devours feeling
With sickly cry
The universe resounds:
Something else!
The new!
Wearied of pleasure
Worn with pleasure
But not with life,
Spirit lifts into flight
To the kingdoms of grief and suffering.
And in its free return
To the world of dream and of excitement
It comprehended miraculously
The idea of evil’s
Mysterious abysses.
Again the dark caverns
Gape open
Again the mouths threaten to swallow
Again battle,
The girding of will
The wish to conquer all.
Again victory, again intoxication,
And rapture
And satiety.
With this increasing rhythm
Beats the pulse of stronger life!
O my world, my life,
My blossoming, my ecstasy!
Your moments each by each
I create by negation
Of earlier experience.
I am forever
Negation
Again and
Ever anew!
More powerful
More tender,
New torture,
Fresh beatitude.
Delighting in this dance,
Choking in its vortex.
Unmindful of goals
Beloved aspirations
Spirit surrenders to playful
drunkenness.
On powerful wings
It speeds
Into realms of new discovery
Of Ecstasy.
In this endless change,
In this purposeless, godlike flight
Spirit comprehends itself
By its might of will.
Alone, free
Ever-creating.
All-illuminating
All-lifegiving
Divine play
In multiplicity of forms:
It knows itself
As the palpitation of life,
The wish to burgeon
In the struggle of love.
Spirit playing
Spirit fluttering
By its enduring longing
Creating Ecstasy
Gives itself up to Love’s thrill
Mid the flowers of its creations
It lives in freedom.
“I summon you to life,
Hidden longings!
You, sunken
In the somber depths
Of creative spirit,
You timid embryos
Of life,
To you I bring
Daring!
Now, you are free!
Fragment and flower
Separately
Rise up one against another
Flee to the summits
That in sweetest bliss
You may know all your oneness
Annihilated within me!
Rise up one against another,
Strike against me,
Negate your love!
Turn against me, all people and
elements,
All horrors lift up your heads
Try to destroy me,
Caverns of dragons’ mouths
Serpents twist round me
Constrict me and bite me!
When all rises
Against me,
Then I begin
My
Play.
O waiting world,
Weary world!
You are thirsting to be created
You see the creator.
Your tender sweet sigh,
Calling
Has been wafted to me.
I will come.
Already I dwell in you
O world of mine!
With mysterious delights
Of unknown feelings,
With myriads of dream and vision,
With inspiration’s flame
With Truth seeking,
With the forbidden wish
Of divine freedom.
O my beloved world,
I shall come.
Your dream of me
Is being born
It is I.
Already I am manifest
In mysterious presence
A barely perceptible
Breath of freedom.
Lightly,
A wisp of dream
The wave
Of my being
Has already seized you.
You are quivering already
I am your beloved freedom,
You my beloved world!
I am come
To dazzle you
With the marvel
Of enchantment repeated;
I bring you
The magical shiver
Of scorching love
And unimaginable caresses.
Surrender to me in all faith!
I will drown you in oceans of bliss
And beloved kisses
And great heaving waves
But in our remoteness playing
Only the spray
Envelopes you
And you insanely desire
Something else!
The new!
And then in torrents of flowers
I will lie upon you
With aromas and scents
I will bask languidly
In this play of fragrance
Now tender, now sharp
In the play of touches,
Now soft, now harsh
And sinking into passion
You will
Whisper:
Again and
Ever again!
Then I will plunge
With a horde of fearsome monsters
With savage torment and terror
I will crawl upon you with venomous
nests of snakes
And will bite and choke you!
And you will want me
More madly, more passionately.
Then I will lie upon you
Under rays of celestial suns
And you will burn with the fires
Of my emotion
The holy
Flames of desire
For the sweetest,
The most forbidden,
Most mysterious.
And all of you is a single wave
Of liberty and joy.
Multiplicity has created you.
Legions of feelings
Have elevated you
O pure desires,
I create you,
This complex unity
This feeling of bliss
Seizing you completely.
I am the instant illuminating eternity
I am the affirmation.
I am Ecstasy.”
The universe
Is embraced in flames
Spirit at the summit of its being
Feels
Endless tides
Of divine power
Of free will
Emboldened,
That which menaced
Is now seduction.
That which frightened
Is now pleasure.
And the bites of panther and hyena
Are new caresses
And the serpent’s sting
Is but a burning kiss.
And thus the universe resounds
With a joyful cry
I AM!
Hello?
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Spirit,
Winged with the thirst for life,
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings
Spirit playing.
Spirit desiring.
Spirit creating all with a dream.
Surrenders to the bliss of love.
Amid the rising creations
It dwells in languor,
From the height of inspiration
Calls them to flower.
And drunken with soaring
It is ready to sink into oblivion.
But suddenly . . .
Trembling presentiments
Of dark rhythm
Break rudely into
This enchanted world,
But only for an instant.
With light increase
Of divine will
It dispels
Frightening phantoms.
And it attained
Only desired victory
Over itself.
Spirit playing,
Spirit caressing,
Spirit calling hope of joy
Surrenders to the bliss of love.
Amid the flowers of its creation,
It lingers with a kiss
Over a whole world of titillation
Summons it to ecstasy.
Intoxicating it with beauty
It is transported, it tiptoes,
Dances and whirls;
With a whole range of sensations
It is tormented, wearied.
Ready to sink into oblivion
But again . . .
From mysterious wombs
The spirit confused
A formless host
Of savage terrors
Rises stormily
In menacing waves;
It threatens
All to submerge.
Spirit,
Winged with the thirst for life,
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings.
Spirit playing,
Spirit suffering,
Spirit creating grief by doubt
Succumbs to love’s torment
Mid the flowers of its creations
It lingers in torment,
With whole earth shakings,
Calls them to death.
Seized with fear,
It is ready to sink into oblivion
But then . . .
Bright presentiments
Of shining rhythms
Awake within it.
Sweet moment!
With rays of hope
Radiant again
It burns for life.
And marvelously attained
Is the power
Of divine will.
It pierces
The dark abysses
With glowing glances,
It shouts with rage
And fury . . .
The battle blazes.
Yawning caverns
Of monster mouths
Flash menacingly
Passionate lightning streaks
Of divine will,
All-conquering;
Radiant reflections
Of magical light
Illuminate the world.
Spirit,
Forgetting the beloved goal,
Drunkenly yields the struggle.
All enraptured,
Fully delighted
With free
Godlike play
The struggle of love.
In the divine loftiness
Of pure aimlessness,
In combining
Opposing desires
In single awareness,
One love.
Spirit learns
Its divine essence.
It knows that
Which desired struggle;
It desires only,
And events
Assembled round
This wish
In harmonious order
Capricious emotion.
Spirit,
Playing, changing
Vibrates the universe
Explaining
Affirming.
Desirous of victories,
It was victorious,
It is triumphant!
And to its beloved realm,
Joyous, it can return now.
But what darkens
The glorious moment?
ALAS!
IT HAS ATTAINED ITS PURPOSE.
It longs for past struggle.
Instantly it feels
Boredom, melancholy and emptiness.
But with thirst of life,
Again it is winged
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings.
And tormented by nothing
It can eternally
Surrender to
Favored dreaming
But why, O rebellious Spirit,
Again is Thy rest perturbed?
No disturbing rhythm
Overshadows Thee,
No dreadful phantoms
Haunt.
Only monotony’s
Infecting poison,
The maggot of satiety
Devours feeling
With sickly cry
The universe resounds:
Something else!
The new!
Wearied of pleasure
Worn with pleasure
But not with life,
Spirit lifts into flight
To the kingdoms of grief and suffering.
And in its free return
To the world of dream and of excitement
It comprehended miraculously
The idea of evil’s
Mysterious abysses.
Again the dark caverns
Gape open
Again the mouths threaten to swallow
Again battle,
The girding of will
The wish to conquer all.
Again victory, again intoxication,
And rapture
And satiety.
With this increasing rhythm
Beats the pulse of stronger life!
O my world, my life,
My blossoming, my ecstasy!
Your moments each by each
I create by negation
Of earlier experience.
I am forever
Negation
Again and
Ever anew!
More powerful
More tender,
New torture,
Fresh beatitude.
Delighting in this dance,
Choking in its vortex.
Unmindful of goals
Beloved aspirations
Spirit surrenders to playful
drunkenness.
On powerful wings
It speeds
Into realms of new discovery
Of Ecstasy.
In this endless change,
In this purposeless, godlike flight
Spirit comprehends itself
By its might of will.
Alone, free
Ever-creating.
All-illuminating
All-lifegiving
Divine play
In multiplicity of forms:
It knows itself
As the palpitation of life,
The wish to burgeon
In the struggle of love.
Spirit playing
Spirit fluttering
By its enduring longing
Creating Ecstasy
Gives itself up to Love’s thrill
Mid the flowers of its creations
It lives in freedom.
“I summon you to life,
Hidden longings!
You, sunken
In the somber depths
Of creative spirit,
You timid embryos
Of life,
To you I bring
Daring!
Now, you are free!
Fragment and flower
Separately
Rise up one against another
Flee to the summits
That in sweetest bliss
You may know all your oneness
Annihilated within me!
Rise up one against another,
Strike against me,
Negate your love!
Turn against me, all people and
elements,
All horrors lift up your heads
Try to destroy me,
Caverns of dragons’ mouths
Serpents twist round me
Constrict me and bite me!
When all rises
Against me,
Then I begin
My
Play.
O waiting world,
Weary world!
You are thirsting to be created
You see the creator.
Your tender sweet sigh,
Calling
Has been wafted to me.
I will come.
Already I dwell in you
O world of mine!
With mysterious delights
Of unknown feelings,
With myriads of dream and vision,
With inspiration’s flame
With Truth seeking,
With the forbidden wish
Of divine freedom.
O my beloved world,
I shall come.
Your dream of me
Is being born
It is I.
Already I am manifest
In mysterious presence
A barely perceptible
Breath of freedom.
Lightly,
A wisp of dream
The wave
Of my being
Has already seized you.
You are quivering already
I am your beloved freedom,
You my beloved world!
I am come
To dazzle you
With the marvel
Of enchantment repeated;
I bring you
The magical shiver
Of scorching love
And unimaginable caresses.
Surrender to me in all faith!
I will drown you in oceans of bliss
And beloved kisses
And great heaving waves
But in our remoteness playing
Only the spray
Envelopes you
And you insanely desire
Something else!
The new!
And then in torrents of flowers
I will lie upon you
With aromas and scents
I will bask languidly
In this play of fragrance
Now tender, now sharp
In the play of touches,
Now soft, now harsh
And sinking into passion
You will
Whisper:
Again and
Ever again!
Then I will plunge
With a horde of fearsome monsters
With savage torment and terror
I will crawl upon you with venomous
nests of snakes
And will bite and choke you!
And you will want me
More madly, more passionately.
Then I will lie upon you
Under rays of celestial suns
And you will burn with the fires
Of my emotion
The holy
Flames of desire
For the sweetest,
The most forbidden,
Most mysterious.
And all of you is a single wave
Of liberty and joy.
Multiplicity has created you.
Legions of feelings
Have elevated you
O pure desires,
I create you,
This complex unity
This feeling of bliss
Seizing you completely.
I am the instant illuminating eternity
I am the affirmation.
I am Ecstasy.”
The universe
Is embraced in flames
Spirit at the summit of its being
Feels
Endless tides
Of divine power
Of free will
Emboldened,
That which menaced
Is now seduction.
That which frightened
Is now pleasure.
And the bites of panther and hyena
Are new caresses
And the serpent’s sting
Is but a burning kiss.
And thus the universe resounds
With a joyful cry
I AM!
HOLY SH-
UHHHH I wasn't expecting a MASTERPIECE IN MY ASKBOX THIS AFTERNOON
the angel shifty go brrrr
WHAT IS THIS
WAS THE ANGEL SHIFTY THE PURPOSE OF THIS ASK WELL I LIKE IT
thank you friend whoever you may be for THIS
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Spirit,
Winged with the thirst for life,
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings
Spirit playing.
Spirit desiring.
Spirit creating all with a dream.
Surrenders to the bliss of love.
Amid the rising creations
It dwells in languor,
From the height of inspiration
Calls them to flower.
And drunken with soaring
It is ready to sink into oblivion.
But suddenly . . .
Trembling presentiments
Of dark rhythm
Break rudely into
This enchanted world,
But only for an instant.
With light increase
Of divine will
It dispels
Frightening phantoms.
And it attained
Only desired victory
Over itself.
Spirit playing,
Spirit caressing,
Spirit calling hope of joy
Surrenders to the bliss of love.
Amid the flowers of its creation,
It lingers with a kiss
Over a whole world of titillation
Summons it to ecstasy.
Intoxicating it with beauty
It is transported, it tiptoes,
Dances and whirls;
With a whole range of sensations
It is tormented, wearied.
Ready to sink into oblivion
But again . . .
From mysterious wombs
The spirit confused
A formless host
Of savage terrors
Rises stormily
In menacing waves;
It threatens
All to submerge.
Spirit,
Winged with the thirst for life,
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings.
Spirit playing,
Spirit suffering,
Spirit creating grief by doubt
Succumbs to love’s torment
Mid the flowers of its creations
It lingers in torment,
With whole earth shakings,
Calls them to death.
Seized with fear,
It is ready to sink into oblivion
But then . . .
Bright presentiments
Of shining rhythms
Awake within it.
Sweet moment!
With rays of hope
Radiant again
It burns for life.
And marvelously attained
Is the power
Of divine will.
It pierces
The dark abysses
With glowing glances,
It shouts with rage
And fury . . .
The battle blazes.
Yawning caverns
Of monster mouths
Flash menacingly
Passionate lightning streaks
Of divine will,
All-conquering;
Radiant reflections
Of magical light
Illuminate the world.
Spirit,
Forgetting the beloved goal,
Drunkenly yields the struggle.
All enraptured,
Fully delighted
With free
Godlike play
The struggle of love.
In the divine loftiness
Of pure aimlessness,
In combining
Opposing desires
In single awareness,
One love.
Spirit learns
Its divine essence.
It knows that
Which desired struggle;
It desires only,
And events
Assembled round
This wish
In harmonious order
Capricious emotion.
Spirit,
Playing, changing
Vibrates the universe
Explaining
Affirming.
Desirous of victories,
It was victorious,
It is triumphant!
And to its beloved realm,
Joyous, it can return now.
But what darkens
The glorious moment?
ALAS!
IT HAS ATTAINED ITS PURPOSE.
It longs for past struggle.
Instantly it feels
Boredom, melancholy and emptiness.
But with thirst of life,
Again it is winged
Is drawn into flight
On the summits of negation.
There, under the rays of its dream
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings.
And tormented by nothing
It can eternally
Surrender to
Favored dreaming
But why, O rebellious Spirit,
Again is Thy rest perturbed?
No disturbing rhythm
Overshadows Thee,
No dreadful phantoms
Haunt.
Only monotony’s
Infecting poison,
The maggot of satiety
Devours feeling
With sickly cry
The universe resounds:
Something else!
The new!
Wearied of pleasure
Worn with pleasure
But not with life,
Spirit lifts into flight
To the kingdoms of grief and suffering.
And in its free return
To the world of dream and of excitement
It comprehended miraculously
The idea of evil’s
Mysterious abysses.
Again the dark caverns
Gape open
Again the mouths threaten to swallow
Again battle,
The girding of will
The wish to conquer all.
Again victory, again intoxication,
And rapture
And satiety.
With this increasing rhythm
Beats the pulse of stronger life!
O my world, my life,
My blossoming, my ecstasy!
Your moments each by each
I create by negation
Of earlier experience.
I am forever
Negation
Again and
Ever anew!
More powerful
More tender,
New torture,
Fresh beatitude.
Delighting in this dance,
Choking in its vortex.
Unmindful of goals
Beloved aspirations
Spirit surrenders to playful
drunkenness.
On powerful wings
It speeds
Into realms of new discovery
Of Ecstasy.
In this endless change,
In this purposeless, godlike flight
Spirit comprehends itself
By its might of will.
Alone, free
Ever-creating.
All-illuminating
All-lifegiving
Divine play
In multiplicity of forms:
It knows itself
As the palpitation of life,
The wish to burgeon
In the struggle of love.
Spirit playing
Spirit fluttering
By its enduring longing
Creating Ecstasy
Gives itself up to Love’s thrill
Mid the flowers of its creations
It lives in freedom.
“I summon you to life,
Hidden longings!
You, sunken
In the somber depths
Of creative spirit,
You timid embryos
Of life,
To you I bring
Daring!
Now, you are free!
Fragment and flower
Separately
Rise up one against another
Flee to the summits
That in sweetest bliss
You may know all your oneness
Annihilated within me!
Rise up one against another,
Strike against me,
Negate your love!
Turn against me, all people and
elements,
All horrors lift up your heads
Try to destroy me,
Caverns of dragons’ mouths
Serpents twist round me
Constrict me and bite me!
When all rises
Against me,
Then I begin
My
Play.
O waiting world,
Weary world!
You are thirsting to be created
You see the creator.
Your tender sweet sigh,
Calling
Has been wafted to me.
I will come.
Already I dwell in you
O world of mine!
With mysterious delights
Of unknown feelings,
With myriads of dream and vision,
With inspiration’s flame
With Truth seeking,
With the forbidden wish
Of divine freedom.
O my beloved world,
I shall come.
Your dream of me
Is being born
It is I.
Already I am manifest
In mysterious presence
A barely perceptible
Breath of freedom.
Lightly,
A wisp of dream
The wave
Of my being
Has already seized you.
You are quivering already
I am your beloved freedom,
You my beloved world!
I am come
To dazzle you
With the marvel
Of enchantment repeated;
I bring you
The magical shiver
Of scorching love
And unimaginable caresses.
Surrender to me in all faith!
I will drown you in oceans of bliss
And beloved kisses
And great heaving waves
But in our remoteness playing
Only the spray
Envelopes you
And you insanely desire
Something else!
The new!
And then in torrents of flowers
I will lie upon you
With aromas and scents
I will bask languidly
In this play of fragrance
Now tender, now sharp
In the play of touches,
Now soft, now harsh
And sinking into passion
You will
Whisper:
Again and
Ever again!
Then I will plunge
With a horde of fearsome monsters
With savage torment and terror
I will crawl upon you with venomous
nests of snakes
And will bite and choke you!
And you will want me
More madly, more passionately.
Then I will lie upon you
Under rays of celestial suns
And you will burn with the fires
Of my emotion
The holy
Flames of desire
For the sweetest,
The most forbidden,
Most mysterious.
And all of you is a single wave
Of liberty and joy.
Multiplicity has created you.
Legions of feelings
Have elevated you
O pure desires,
I create you,
This complex unity
This feeling of bliss
Seizing you completely.
I am the instant illuminating eternity
I am the affirmation.
I am Ecstasy.”
The universe
Is embraced in flames
Spirit at the summit of its being
Feels
Endless tides
Of divine power
Of free will
Emboldened,
That which menaced
Is now seduction.
That which frightened
Is now pleasure.
And the bites of panther and hyena
Are new caresses
And the serpent’s sting
Is but a burning kiss.
And thus the universe resounds
With a joyful cry
I AM!
So I looked it up and this is a poem called "The Poem of Ecstasy," written by Alexander Scriabin in the early 1900's. I don't know why it was sent to this specific blog... unless if I'm supposed to dissect it from the context of OMORI? Literary analysis isn't my strong suit, but I'll try my best.
(⚠ minor spoilers for OMORI beyond this point ⚠)
There, under the rays of its dream,
Emerges a magical world
Of heavenly forms and feelings
Spirit playing.
Spirit desiring.
Spirit creating all with a dream.
This probably relates to Headspace and its escapist nature. In OMORI, Sunny created an imaginary world where he can go on fun RPG adventures alongside imaginary versions of his friends, with an imaginary version of his sister always there to guide them. In OMORI 2, Hail goes through similar motions, wanting to stay in a dream world for the rest of their days.
But suddenly . . .
Trembling presentiments
Of dark rhythm
Break rudely into
This enchanted world,
But only for an instant.
Likely referencing how Something and Black Space would leak into Headspace during the first game, and it’ll probably be a similar deal in OMORI 2.
It dispels
Frightening phantoms.
And it attained
Only desired victory
Over itself.
Only desired victory over itself... like how the foes and bosses that Omori and friends defeat do nothing to help Sunny and his situation. It’s just a distraction from the real conflict. And I imagine that Hail will go through something similar.
But again . . .
From mysterious wombs
The spirit confused
A formless host
Of savage terrors
Rises stormily
In menacing waves;
It threatens
All to submerge.
A formless host... Omori himself? (Okay that one’s admittedly a stretch)
This poem is a mile long so I just kinda skimmed through it a few times, but I think there’s some ideas that I could pull from it if I sit down and really read it. I’ll come back to it some other time.
#poetry#omori 2#omori sequel#fanmade sequel#omori 2 concept#omori#omori fandom#OP if you could explain yourself that'd be great
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