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Pick a card: A message from your past life self! 🪦🗡
Hello darlings! Today I bring you another pick a card- I felt the need to bring out some messages. The energy today is very much revolving around death- and it's relatively natural relation to life. So today I will bring you a pick a card- with a message of what your past self would tell you! Naturally this is a general message so take whatever resonates. All the love, Elias!
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Hello, my dear self. Some day you have wondered who you are- who you should become. But I want you to know that no matter whom you try to be- or whom you'll grow to believe says the right thing- it'll always be me whom you will come back to. I'm not scary. I'm you. I like to brace the horizon- with a smile and breathe in the morning air. I'm a morning person. I used to hunt birds- for food. And... truthfully- my life was never that long. I didn't get to experience my childhood as something I cherished. This is why you're not very good with people. I'm sorry that in this life- you too- struggle with being around crowds. You do- try to. Which is more than I ever did. I was more one with animals- nature- it's why... I never really got to be together with someone. Because I spent my life alone- you might feel like everyone hates you. Or suffer from anxiety everytime you try to make a friend- with your friends- or even the people you try to date or love. I'm sorry that this part of me- lingers- but no matter how it has manifested, it is what I desired most. Sometimes lives are so crowded that you just need one where you're by yourself. I did that already. You don't need to follow my example- because I want for you to flourish and be a butterfly. To do what I haven't. To be brave. To be bold. To dare. Dream. I know you think you're alone sometimes- but you're not! The spirits of all the animals I've taken care of- protect you still! It's amazing how loyal animals are. Yes- even your last pet. I know we have a special connection to animals- I know that we sometimes feel like they understand us- feel our energy- they do- but they won't create a depth in our emotional maturity and balance much like dramatic human relationships do. If you know me- you'd wish to have a life in social circles too. It wasn't fun. And I want to brace you to feel safe. To try and feel joy. To feel happiness. Try and do it when you can. Because that- will help me- and all of us before us. I'll be here to hug you. Because I'm your greatest supporter.
Forgiveness, is what it takes. Forgive me. Forgive yourself. I'm not like you- nothing like you at all. I was vain. And cruel. And unkind. I didn't see what you see. I didn't- I couldn't. I couldn't see how people were able to be the exact same as the other- i couldn't see how every life was worth living. I killed for things. I cheated in life. I climbed the social ladders and I hurt my hands doing so. I really fell. I fell in the end and it was my ending. I didn't have a long life- because when I was found out- everything I worked for, was done for. I wanted to become better. I needed to be a better self. You don't. You don't need to do this. If you continue down this road- if you continue to try and improve- it won't make you happy. It won't make me happy either. I think it's time for us to forgive ourselves. Because sooner than later- we are all that we have. I've known this too late. Very late. You need to start appreciating the things you do have. The money you do have. The family you live with. The country you're in. The name you have been given. Consider it all. You're almost there- you're almost free of this crude self torture. Just one more step- release this attachment. Release your ideas of how things should be. Please allow yourself to just be. To just trust in me. To trust in you. In us. Trust that we can do it. That we can do whatever we set our minds to. You've inherited my determination- don't spoil it with waivering in uneasyness. Don't spoil my end- for your life to be worse than mine. Don't befriend toxic people. Don't walk towards the red flags. I need you to see. See whom you're talking to. See whom you share your mind with. See what you think of without your phone for an hour. I need you to feel yourself- to love yourself- to feel our own world is more than what you think it is and could be. Forgive me- I was never from your world- but I was the you- you needed to become whom you are now. Forgive me. I'm sorry.
We aren't the same gender. I had to start with that. I've led a completely different existence based on my social norms and whom I was raised to become. If you're a fem energy- then I used to embody masculine. And vice versa. You might feel lingering touches of me- in the way that you can embody both energies. I want to say- I'm congratulating you- because I never dared or could. I lived very rigid. In a rigid place where I was expectant to preform a role in life. To be a provider- or a caretaker. I simply obeyed that life. I simply followed the norms. I don't want you to follow any norms other than your own. I fought bravely- I died gloriously- in battle- with a strong heart or perhaps not so strong considering it caved. I loved- I loved big. You inherited this. I loved my friends. My family. I even...loved another whom I couldn't be with. That longing for someone- I owe to you to release. I didn't really got the closure I needed. I didn't really tell this person- that my heart was theirs. And theirs alone. Yes- I've had children. I've done my duty- as was expected of me, but i didn't love my partner the way I loved this star crossed romantic ideal. It was an ideal. I never got to know them personally. It didn't matter. I liked to imagine what they would be like- and somehow that image of them was enough for me. I see you- I feel you, and your life is already so much more vibrant than mine. Thankyou! I truly- honestly, can say thank you. For being authentic- for truly honouring your own feelings. It doesn't matter what you become- or whom you'll chase- in the end, you've already done what you came here to do. For me- anyway. I think you're amazing. And you inspire me- and others, so much. So so so so so much. That truthfully- you should show yourself. To everyone. Haha. It isn't scary- remember your brothers- sisters- whom fought alongside you in the trenches- whom fought with you day and night to remain sovereign- to remain equal- to gain prowess and our voice back. Hang on Soldier- you have a long road to go. It'll be glorious- I can tell you that. From my point of view- your paving the way to a dream. I'll talk to you- in my mind- my world- my time- I talk to myself often actually, haha- but you will sometimes get more from talking to me too. Just... call me a friend you once were. And I'll be a friend to you too. It'll help greatly- I am indebted to you as much. Don't worry if you're not going to do it- I'm just here to give you the inspiration you need to get out there and flourish your shiny little way around the globe.
My funny Valentine.... sweet comic valentine....you make me smile, with my heart. Listen to "My funny valentine" by Chat Baker or Frank Sinatra, because I am giving you this song as I look upon you darling. I know sometimes we don't truly like ourselves. But you don't need to become someone else to love whom you truly are. Because you already do- trust me- the whole of you- all of us- all of your lives- we love you as you are and will continue to do so fiercely. Honestly- we were wild. I was wild. Haha. I was a bit freakishly in love with everyone. Gradually- that changed a little into a more tamed version of loving and being. But you inherited a spark of love for loving. Maybe... still a little unfooted- but, priceless either way. Truly- priceless to see. I know you think some things are scaring you- but they aren't truthful. It isn't real. It's hard to have trust in that but just trust me. Trust you. I am nothing but a charmy and flourishing lovely cottonball. Haha- joking! But we all are a little vixenous sometimes, right? Perhaps you will see me when we go out, that I enter your mind more and you become more me than I become you. Channel the spirit of the sex! Baby! Who did you think you were!? Don't say you're ashamed... I was truly... a heartbreaker but I am kind? That counts for something right. Hmmmm, what to tell you. I haven't really got a message for you. To be honest I think we're currently on our recreational life. Just do whatever you want dearie. I've got no problem with it. But... do tell your mother something like- love you, when you leave. I know! People, right!? Strange creatures. But you will come to know the greatest of people. The biggest. Bestest. Friends. Ever. Haha- woooooo! I am excited already for you. Anyway- lovely for you to think of me- I always imagined myself to be a celebrity in your life so who knows!? Did we.... do it? Oh who knows! Maybe that's just a fantasy. But romantizing life is what we're made for so- go ahead. Think and imagine and write away. Poetry is lovely. I find you adorable. And if you continue- we might find some treasures along the way.
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Wrong time, right person
Azriel x reader
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Warnings: smut, smut, Iforgot to say smut, and Azzy himself ;)
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DAY 3: Sex pollen
It's an easy mission they said.
Touch and go, they won't even know you passed by they said.
Assholes. Liars. Bastards. Especially liars though.
This is all I can think of as the Shadowsinger and I find ourselves running through the trees being chased by the guards of the lord we had gone to spy on. Someone must have warned of our arrival, because a few minutes after arriving on the spot, we were already surrounded by enemies. We fought to the end, but were forced to retreat into the woods, seeking safety in escaping through that labyrinth of logs, hoping that those stupid enforcers would not be able to follow us.
It seems like hours that we are running when we finally decide to stop, in the vicinity of a cave, so that we can find refuge from the darkness and our pursuers.
"We finally lost those assholes." My companion comments, sitting back against the cave wall, leaning his head against the rock and showing his neck, leaving it exposed to my gaze.
That simple gesture kindles a fire in me that burns brightly, and I feel compelled to look away. I close my head between my legs and feel Azriel's gaze on me as he approaches. I feel him rest a hand on my shoulder, and I can't help but moan at that simple contact. I feel my cheeks get hot, but he doesn't flinch and asks me worriedly, "Hey, are you okay?" I can't bring myself to look at his face so I nod slightly still with my head between my legs and mutter a nonsensical apology. He still tries for a moment to wrest the truth from my lips, but I don't even flinch for a second. Azriel, seeing then that I did not intend to explain anything, stands up.
"I'm going to gather some wood for the fire, or we'll freeze to death tonight." He says, as he approaches the exit of the cave. I glimpse from below my knees the color of the sky, which is now turning blue.
"Okay, I'll stay here." I tell him in a whisper loud enough for him to hear me. I guess he nods, before walking out of our shelter, leaving me to think about why I took that action earlier. Ever since we escaped from the building I feel a strange sensation permeating my body, but I hadn't given it too much thought before since my priority was to run away from the guards, but it's as if after all that effort that feeling has expanded to the nth degree. It almost feels as if my body no longer belongs to me: I feel a wet sensation between my panties, while the fabric of my T-shirt brushing against the skin of my breasts sends shivers down my spine as my nipples harden against my bra. I squeeze my thighs together trying to ease that sensation, but it all proves futile. I feel a wave of embarrassment rise through my body again, thinking that this is all due only to a small gesture from the Shadowsinger.
Eventually I decide to lie down and try to get some sleep hoping that with a good dose of rest the next day I would wake up feeling better than I am now. I lie down with some difficulty on the floor only to fall unconscious in the arms of Morpheus after a few seconds.
But all is in vain, because in the middle of the night I suddenly wake up all sweaty. I sit up while with one hand I hold my chest. I feel the fire from before writhing in my gut, and on instinct my other hand goes to my center automatically, but realizing my gesture I immediately freeze.
Azriel was sitting in front of the fire, and seeing me feeling so sick he immediately approaches me, touching my forehead to feel if I had a fever. Immediately he retracts his hand feeling how hot I am, and makes me lie of me.
"You try to lie to me one more time about feeling good, and I swear I will never make you go on a mission with me again, and I will make sure Rhysand doesn't either." Says Azriel, as he removes part of my suit, to let the cold night wind cool me down a little. I again find myself letting escape a moan of pleasure as I feel that cool night breeze brush against my warm skin. I feel my nipples becoming turgid as I somehow try to get away from the Shadowsinger's constant touch, which is only making the situation I am in worse.
"I would say now is not the time to lecture me Az." I reply as I try to catch my breath. The Illyrian looks conflicted, but finally stands up and looks me straight in the eye.
"I'll try to do something. You stay here, and in case you give a yell, I'll be back here in less than a second." Says Azriel before disappearing into the night.
I stay looking at the place where he disappeared for a few minutes, trying to distract myself from the feeling of pain and the impossibility of having what my body desires, but finally I give in and begin to slowly run the fingers of my right hand over my center. I immediately feel the pain lessen, but like a drug, this never seems to be enough and I need more and more. My other hand wanders down my body until it rests on my breast and I begin to stimulate one of my nipples. My right hand I run it under my pants and for the first time my fingers come in contact with the wet lips of my pussy.
I remain in that limbo situation for what feels like an eternity experiencing enough pleasure to not die of pain and at the same time not enough to be completely well.
After what seems like hours, I hear Azriel's heavy footsteps getting closer. Quickly I try to look presentable, but immediately the lack of that little antidote causes me more pain than I felt before. I feel twinges in my abdomen that make me bend over, but despite this I look up at the man in front of me, and I cannot help but curse Mother for creating such a perfect being: he has not slept in days, he is drenched in sweat and tired, and yet he continues to be the most attractive person I have ever seen.
He stops to catch his breath, and only then do I realize that he no longer has the cape he was wearing before, in fact now his muscular arms are clearly evident, thanks in part to the tank top he was wearing.
"Where did your cloak go?" I ask, trying to distract myself in a very unsatisfactory way.
"I had to give it to Suriel, to get him to help me understand what you have." He says casually as he approaches me. At that gesture I try to pull away, but he doesn't let me, resting his hands on my shoulders. He then places his lips on my forehead to test whether I still have a fever. That gesture again unleashes a fire capable of burning whole woods in my stomach, and I groan, almost in pain, pushing him away from me.
"Did I hurt you?" Azriel asks worriedly, and I wave him off, so as not to worry him, but he doesn't seem convinced.
"What did Suriel tell you?" I ask, trying to change the subject.
"Well, as we were running away you spilled a jar of powders on yourself as we were going through that sorceress's store, remember?" Azriel says, looking at the ground, as if ashamed. I nod, remembering very well that damned jar, which made me sneeze for several minutes.
"You didn't read the label on that jar, did you?" He continues vaguely, so much so that nervous and without patience, I force him to look at me before answering him.
"Of course I didn't have time to look at it Az, go straight to the point." I say impatiently. His cheeks turn red, and he stammers something under his breath that I can't understand at first, so I ask him to repeat it. He raises his eyes and fixes his in mine, before repeating what he had tried to say before.
"It was sex pollen, the one that spilled on you." He says finally, and I feel the blood freeze in my veins, still in shock from the revelation he threw at me. "And according to Suriel, the only way to keep you from dying right now is to...well you know, go along with what your instincts are asking you to do."
"Thank you for explaining in such a nice way that I have to masturbate Az, really very nice." I say almost angry at him, even though I know I'm not really. I'm partly angry at myself for putting myself in that situation, but I can't do anything about it now, and now I'm also in danger of dying.
"Hey, I'm trying my best." He replies, scratching the back of his neck with his right hand, looking embarrassed.
"I know, I know Az, it's just-" I pause for a moment, trying to find a way to say it. I take a big breath and keep talking. "I've already tried touching myself, alone, down there, but it didn't do much good." I confess in a low voice, hoping he won't hear it, but unfortunately Shadowsinger's hearing is too acute to miss my confession. He freezes for a moment as if he is about to reason out what to do, then speaks again.
"I know." Azriel says in a guilty tone.
"What do you mean you know?" I ask shocked as I look at him, not understanding what he was referring to.
"Well the Suriel may or may not have told me that you would not be healed this way. "He continues as he watches the fire casting beams of light on the walls of the cave we are in. I stop again, and begin to reflect on all that I knew about these powders as I feel the pain getting worse and worse. By now I can feel my panties completely wet, as every single contact with what's around me unleashes a series of shivers that reaches to my core.
"I thought that was enough...well you get it. In all the books dealing with pollen with potential danger they say that's enough, be satisfied." I try to explain, as I draw a groan caused by my shifting which resulted in clenching my thighs together.
"I thought so too, but he said this doesn't count if-" He freezes as if he cannot find the words. I, growing more and more impatient, ask him aloud to continue.
"Az just doesn't seem like the time to be shy." I urge him to speak.
"He said it's not enough when you're in close proximity to your mate." He blurts out, standing up sharply. I squint my eyes not believing what my ears have just heard, but I immediately understand that feeling that has long been building in my heart toward my mate. Well I would say more than friend. I feel something forming in my chest that takes shape through a golden thread extending from my sternum to that of Azriel, who is currently turned his back to me as he looks out of the cave as if in the same there is the answer to this problem. Immediately I feel that silly happiness I felt at having found my mate, and that he was the man I actually loved all my life already disintegrating under the idea that he didn't want all that.
"You don't have to." I whisper, in the grip of ever-worsening cramps, but right now they seem like nothing more than mild pain compared to what my heart was feeling.
"You don't understand, if we don't do this, you will die and I won't let you die." He counters by turning around and dropping to his knees at my height looking me straight in the eye.
"I don't want your pity." I reply harshly as I try to get out of his sight, unable to do much given my condition, because I don't want him to see my suffering and the pain his rejection has triggered in me.
"No, I don't want my mate, the woman I've loved all my life to die and I'm pissed off at Mother because I didn't want it to happen like this between us the first time. I wanted to do everything right, take you to dinner, confess under the stars and then make love to you in my bed between the sheets I had specially chosen your favorite color, not on the floor in a stupid cave after risking our lives! When I knew you were my mate I wanted nothing more than to thank Mother, fate or whoever, but now I hate them because they had to pass the anger they vent on me to you, and I don't want to see you suffer because of me." He blurts out as he begins to walk around the cave again, then finishes his speech by looking at me. A strange light sparkles in his eyes, they look like the eyes of someone who loves to the point of being sick, to the point of suffering, and that love right now is directed at me. I can't believe his words, but that connection makes me feel that everything he just said is the truth, and immediately the happiness I lost a few moments ago returns, along with hope.
"We can still do it." I confess in a whisper and he immediately turns to me, his eyebrows furrowed over his beautiful eyes. "We can do it once we get home. We'll tell Rhys they can go screw him and his missions, and we'll take some time to figure this out and get used to it, and we can do everything you just said, because believe me I want to do all that with you."
"But?" He asks as he approaches.
"But now all I need is you fucking me as hard as you can in this shitty place so that I can stop dying and talk to you without having to moan every time." I say, as I grab his shirt with one hand, since he was now close enough to me, and kiss him with all the passion in my body.
I feel like I can finally breathe again as my lips on his, and I can already feel the pollen fade as the urge to feel Azriel inside me increases without measure.
"As my lady wishes." Whispers the Illiryan on my lips as we pull away from that breathless kiss. I immediately feel his lips graze my neck, to start biting and sucking on it as if his life depended on it. Every single movement of his lips and tongue made me touch the sky with one finger as I moaned his name as if I were a priestess intent on making a prayer and he the deity I believe in.
His lips then move from my neck to my breasts, where he begins to suck on my nipples like a hungry child. I bring my hands into his hair and pull them every time his tongue touches one of my sensitive spots.
"Baby doll, if you pull my hair one more time, I don't think I'll be able to keep myself from fucking you so hard I'll leave your silhouette on the floor of this place." He says pulling away for a moment to kiss my lips again.
My hands move down, and I begin to open his pants, while he begins to open mine.
"All words, I want to see some action." I reply, trying not to give away how much his words had affected me. He smirks, realizing that he actually made a mark with what he said, just brushing against my panties and feeling how wet they are.
"You will regret saying what you just said baby doll." Az replies, as with a quick gesture he enters of me. I didn't even notice that he had moved both my and his panties, but right now I don't care.
Feeling his cock inside me is an otherworldly experience. I can feel the walls of my pussy tighten around his sizable member as he tries to stay as still as possible to get me used to his size.
"Tell me if it hurts, or if you feel like you can't take it anymore, okay?" He asks softly, as he kisses my sweaty forehead. I feel the cramps from the sex pollen return, and I groan before I answer him.
"Az, I can't take it anymore, either you move or I swear I'm going to flip you over and start doing what I need to do on my own." I say, trying to move my hips slightly and create some friction, but he stops me, resting his hips on mine and giving that silly little smile that makes him so sexy.
"Oh, I can't wait to see you ride my cock, but I'd say leave that experience for another time. Tonight is just for you, and for your pleasure." He comments and then begins to move.
Immediately I feel every single part of the universe fall into place as he gradually increases his speed. My body seems to be persecuted everywhere with shivers of pleasure as his lips rest lightly on my breasts again. Between his mouth, his cock, and the sex pollen in my body my orgasm seems to come with a speed I never expected.
"Please Az, don't stop." I say groaning, feeling the pleasure grow more and more every second.
"Oh baby I could never deprive myself of the feeling of my cock against your cervix. You're going to come, aren't you?" She whispers back as I try to nod. "Then we'll come together love."
"Yes, please Az fill me." I continue, and I feel her muscles tense even more under my touch.
"Honey don't challenge me, you know I could fuck you so hard you wouldn't walk tomorrow even if you prayed to Mother." He counters by increasing his speed.
"It would certainly be worth it." I answer as I now feel I am on the edge of oblivion, just one thrust would be enough to sink into pleasure. I hold my breath for a moment as I feel him move for the last time before my body begins to move in convulsions of pleasure, and my vision becomes totally blurred.
I feel him releasing all his semen inside me shortly after coming, and I feel him lying on top of me, relaxing.
We stay like that for a few minutes before he starts laughing. I look at him not understanding why he is laughing until he explains himself.
"God, I guess in the end I will have Rhys to thank for this mission." Whispers Az.
"Actually it wasn't that bad." I comment, laughing in turn.
"Let's say it had its upsides." He replies with a wink. "But don't think it's over here, wait until you get home, and when I'm done with you the only thing you'll remember is my name."
Yes I would say we definitely have Rhys to thank.
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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....
SWEET.
Rhodolite’s horror night.
translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.
minors and ageless blogs dni.
i picked the choice when emma screams LOL
Just when I reached my desire to leave, I heard a strange sound in the distance.
The sound is as if something heavy is being dragged in and locked away, and I break out in a cold sweat.
Emma: Just now….
Gilbert: Hmm, maybe….
Gilbert: We're trapped.
(Trapped!?)
Emma: Really, it doesn't budge at all.
When I hurried down the stairs, the stone door that was supposed to be open was firmly closed.
Even when I used my strength to pull the handle, it was in vain and that I have to face the reality of this situation.
(It's not funny….)
Gilbert: What shall we do, little rabbit?
Despite my discolored complexion, Prince Gilbert merely smiled.
Gilbert: If the door won't open, it'll be just you and me forever.
Emma: Alone….with Prince Gilbert.
Gilbert: And here, it seems that even if you scream, your voice won't be heard, so I'm sure no one will come to help.
Gilbert: Maybe the ghosts knew that and locked us in?
(How can you stay so calm?)
What if these unexplained phenomena are the work of ghosts——……
Fear befitting the name of a "test of courage" crawls up from the bottom of my feet.
Emma: What should I do, Prince Gilbert?
Emma: If I stay like this for the rest of my life…..
Gilbert: You'll feel like a prisoner waiting to be executed.
(I don't want to feel like that!)
(I have to think of a way to get out of here somehow….)
Nevertheless, this door is the only way in or out.
The only room on the top floor was a prison, with a small window through which no one could pass.
(….It is possible that Clavis and Luke may notice, but the door will not open.)
(I'm shaking, and….it might be easier if I just passed out.)
(I haven't been this scared since the first time I met Prince Gilbert——)
Gilbert: Hey, little rabbit.
As I fell silent, Prince Gilbert blew into my ear.
Gilbert: Shall I tell you what's really scary?
(…..)
Even though it was summer, the temperature around me suddenly dropped.
When I looked nervously at Prince Gilbert, his smile didn’t reach his eyes.
Emma:…Not at a time like this.
Gilbert: Don't be shy.
(What's with this atmosphere….)
There is no room in the small space to keep my distance, so now I’m cornered against the wall.
Prince Gilbert's hands were placed on the wall between me.
Gilbert: I can’t believe there's something you're afraid of other than me….you won’t get out of here alive.
Emma: I don’t…understand.
(Even though my hands are already full of ghosts.)
Is it the summer heat and humidity that makes it hard to breathe, or is it the strange intimidation in those red eye?
Judging by his disapprovingly raised eyebrow, I may have done something wrong.
When I looked at him for an answer, Prince Gilbert smiled in response.
Gilbert: You've been preoccupied with ghosts for a while now.
Gilbert: But, you know, think about it.
Gilbert: That if a ghost who may or may not exist, can touch you like this.
Gilbert: Which one scares you more?
Emma: Ah…
His cold fingers run down my throat.
My breathing is erratic, even though I am not being strangled.
(Why….)
Gilbert: The Prince of Obsidian is a symbol of absolute terror.
Gilbert: To think I’d be defeated by a mere… ghost?
(To lose…for such a reason….)
The pressure on my body and mind was gradually crushing me.
I realized that my fear of ghosts had been replaced by fear of the beast in front of me.
Gilbert: Oh, by the way, I meant the ghosts that can't be kept alive. Not you.
Emma:….
Gilbert: I wonder who permitted them to scare the little rabbit.
Gilbert: I don't know if ghosts have a concept of death, but...hehe.
Gilbert: I have to remind them that I'm the only one who can do what I want with the little rabbit.
Gilbert: You should be more aware of ghosts than I am….
Gilbert: If the two of us were to lock ourselves up in this tower forever, would I be the only one you can think of?
Gilbert: Ahaha, that's a great idea.
(….No good….)
While repeating my shallow breaths, my thoughts also become hazy.
The invisible ghosts and his murderous red eye were nothing but terror to me…..
(It’s painful….)
(I can't….breathe well.)
(….)
(…….)
(…..!)
When I woke up, an unfamiliar ceiling came into view.
(This is….)
(…The tower, no?)
Gilbert: Oh, you’re awake.
Emma: !?
(Why is Prince Gilbert's face so close to mine!?)
(I don't know, but I do know that there is some kind of danger.)
(In any case, I have to run to Rio——)
Emma: Aaaahhhh—— Hmpf—!?
The moment I screamed, a cold hand covered my mouth.
Gilbert:….Little rabbit, is that supposed to be "kyaa"?
Gilbert: No, but I like "aahh" because it's cute too, you know?
(I can't breathe….!)
My breathing becomes difficult again because my nose is covered.
When I tapped his hands, Prince Gilbert also noticed and let go of me.
Gilbert: Sorry, that wasn't intentional.
(….I don't trust you.)
When I felt my life in danger and moved away from Prince Gilbert, a bitter smile appeared on his face.
Gilbert: Scared little rabbit. How are you feeling?
Emma:….
(How did I…get back to the castle?)
(Prince Gilbert must have brought me here….)
The rain has stopped outside.
It seemed a certain amount of time had passed since I had fainted.
(In the end, the ghosts are….)
Gilbert: It’s okay, it was all a bad dream.
(Dream…..)
Emma:…So, are there still bad dreams going on?
Gilbert: It's over. From now on, there will be only good dreams.
Emma: Even though Prince Gilbert is….here?
(If indeed everything that happened earlier was a dream….)
(The most frightening thing was Prince Gilbert.)
Thinking about it now, the malice clinging to my body makes me shudder.
I was wary, but I couldn't help but ask.
Emma: Why did you have to be so mean?
(….He suddenly changed his attitude. He pushed me into a corner.)
It was such a terrible malice that being trapped in the tower seemed like a trivial matter.
Gilbert:….I was wondering if you like it.
Emma: What?
Gilbert: Nothing. I was talking to myself.
Gilbert: Little rabbit…I’m sorry?
(…..)
(….Why….)
(Why do you look so worried when I am the one who suffered?)
He was like a child at his wits' end.
The word "sorry" never seemed to be said lightly.
I was struck with mixed feelings, as if I’m the wrong one here.
(….I can't hate him after all the horrible things he did to me.)
Emma:….It's nice to experience the real test of courage.
After much thought and consideration, the words I came up with were surprising, even to me.
Gilbert: Ahaha. That's sweet of you.
(I wonder if one day I'll understand.)
(….About Prince Gilbert’s invisible black heart.)
Emma: By the way, how did we get out of the tower?
Gilbert: Secret.
Gilbert: However, I can tell you this.
Prince Gilbert raises his index finger in front of his lips and smiles meaningfully.
Gilbert: No one is a bigger villain than me.
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Dream decides to get married; Hob was right - he admits to him one evening- he is lonely, had been for a very long time and spending ~130 years stuck in a glass cage in some dude’s basement had not helped with this one bit. One might argue it made things worse.
And so, Dream of the Endless, embarks upon a quest to find a wife. Well, I say “embark upon a quest”, more like sits on his throne while an endless line of eligible bachelorettes present themselves to him, like it’s some Ye Olde Tinder and Dream is continuously swiping left.
Hob is… not impressed. He implores Dream to change his method of selection because world’s longest yikes, at least spend some time with your potential brides? Find out what they’re like before you reject them? Clearly the good old fashioned method of Ill See Her And Know She’s The One For Me is not working. Frankly, that’s the same advice that Lucienne and Matthew give him.
Dream gets an idea. He enlists Hob to help him find the future Mrs Of The Endless, because after all, who better than his best friend, to sieve through all these candidates? To know what he’s looking for? To advise him, to support him, to be his literal best man?
Hob spends then next several months helping Dream find his queen. Ok, I say queen but at this point they agree they have to cast the net a bit wider. Goddesses and fairy princesses and nymphs are nice of course, but we’re talking about finding The One for Dream! Also the pool of candidates has quickly dried out so to speak Imagination is the limit!!
And so, any supernatural being that believes they could impress Dream enough to have him propose, takes a chance; from the most beautiful beings of grace and beauty so radiant that just looking at them makes Hob cry, to the most terrifying demons from the deepest, darkest pits of hell, handpicked by Lucifer herself. Outer Gods whose eldritch shapes would cause instant madness in Hob if Dream’s power didn’t protect him. Old Ones so unperceivable to human eye that Hob simply… fails to perceive them. All shapes, all genders, all pantheons. It seems a bit too much for one human but he made a promise to Dream, he will not fail him, Dream will find love, even if it will literally kill Hob.
Alas, every single candidate Hob presents to Dream thinking they may be a suitable match, has something wrong with them; Apollo is too prideful, and frankly, a bit of a dick *coughspotkettlecoughs* The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young has a family that loves to interfere, Formless Oedon wants an open marriage, Onoskelis is probably only here at the orders of Lucifer, to help her take over Dreaming, vampire queen doesn’t understand that Dream’s job comes first, Akkorokamui seems too clingy. Etc etc etc at infinitum
[Calliope joins the chat
Calliope: Hey guys!
Calliope: what’s happening in the dreaming??
Hob: We’re looking for a wife for Dream!
Calliope:
Calliope has left the chat]
Yet, every step of the way, no matter how many candidates Dream rejects, Hob is there for him, cheering him up when he’s down, making him laugh when he’s upset, always promising that they’ll find someone; maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but someday.
Months, nay YEARS pass and then one day Dream asks Hob to present the next candidate and Hob says… there’s none. There’s no one left. There’s no being in this vast, endless cosmos that Dream hasn’t consider and then rejected.
Dream is, frankly, devastated. So all this in vain, huh? No one to be at Dream’s side no matter what? No one to love him the way he is? No one who understands him, knows him, yet chooses to stay despite his many many many faults? No one he can trust? No one who…. Oh wait a minute!
Turns out the real wife was the Hob we made along the way.
Hob and Dream: guys. Guys. We have something to tell you. We know it will come as a bit of a shock, frankly, we’re still trying to comprehend is ourselves, but turns out we are super in love and getting married?!?!
Matthew, Lucienne, Death, Rose Walker, The Corinthian, Lucifer, Desire, Constantine: /sarcasm oh that is shocking and unexpected indeed! /end sarcasm
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"Complicated"
Now things are starting to get to where we want them. Some Mattalie drabbles in this one, including Matt being a major simp, and just a little creepy.
Summary: Nat gets chatty when the gin comes out, and Team Disaster continues to disaster-law. Matt is a bit of a creeper in this one but not too much, and he doesn't do it with bad intentions.
Warnings: Talk about death, mention of assault, mention of suicide, mention of corruption. Language, mutual pining, catholicism, Matt being a human disaster, Natalie also being a human disaster, but slightly better dressed (sorry Matt).
Nat pressed the stop button on the recording machine with a deep sigh as Karen tried in vain to stop Matt from making her stay.
"We can protect ourselves, Ms. Page." Matt was insisting, standing with his hands on his narrow hips. Foggy followed, pushing his chair back to take Matt's side with a sympathetic look.
"No, you can't!" Karen insisted, hands shaking. "Not from them." Matt and Karen went back and forth a few more times before Natalie sighed and stood as well.
"She can stay with me." She said firmly, "Just for tonight." She added, raising a hand and adding an edge to her tone when she noticed Matt's mouth open to interject. "Until we can figure something out. She'll be safe there."
Karen walked out of the adjoined bathroom in the kitchen, using one of Nat's green hand towels to wring out her hair.
"Thanks again for letting me stay." She murmured, sitting down at one of the rickety chairs next to the card table she called a dining room table.
"Don't mention it." Nat said offhandedly, peeling her blouse off and sighing loudly, pulling a bottle of liquor off the shelf.
Clad just in a bra, stockings and a mini skirt, she plunked down at the chair opposite Karen with a soft groan.
What she didn't know was that about twelve feet above her, there was a man perched on the fire escape above their heads. Wearing a black mask.
"Karen," Nat started, and Matt could hear the soft tinkling of her fingers unscrewing the bottle cap. "Can I ask you one last question? I just can't stop thinking about... tonight." The rustle of her hair as she shook her head, pushing the scent of her vanilla and bourbon perfume into the air.
"Yeah, sure," Karen breathed. "As long as you give me some of that." He assumed she was talking about the alcohol. He could just pick up the scent over the cozy smells of Natalie's apartment. Gin. English was his guess. There was the soft sound of Karen tipping the bottle back and her throat working the liquid down. Then Natalie started talking.
"I just-" She sighed, and he could hear her soft sound of pain and the creak of her elbows on the table. She was rubbing her temples again. Headaches. "Here's what I don't understand. Say I'm the man in charge of the pension funds and I find out one of my secretaries has discovered my illicit activities." Silence, only their breathing. "To make matters worse she's now telling people about said activity. Which I obviously can't have. So I decide to take action. Why don't I kill you?" She asked softly, her tone so at odds with the nature of the question.
"They tried." Karen said, matter-of-fact.
"The second time." Natalie pointed out, and he tried not to think about the sound of her mouth as she took another sip of the gin. The shape her lips must have made. The swell of her breasts above the cups of her bra since she'd taken off her shirt. "In the jail. But the first time... The first time they let you live. Why? What were they trying to do? Frame you?" Nat shook her head again, lifting one hand to touch her temple once more. "Now, the second time. Maybe that's a change of plans. Something doesn't go their way... Something about the crime scene... Whatever. Then two lawyers show up out of the blue before they can get to you. So they figure maybe you hang yourself in your cell and this all goes away."
"Okay...?" Karen leaned forward, probing for an answer.
"Just think about it. That first time they weren't trying to kill you. Discredit you? Scare you? Obviously. But not kill you. They'd only keep you alive if you have something they want. The only thing I can think about is that Union Allied pension file."
Karen's heart started beating faster.
"Did you keep that file?" Natalie finally asked. Not accusatory or rude, simply curious.
"No."
Natalie nodded, fingers twisting around the neck of the bottle. “Okay. Thank you.” She stood, going to the linens closet to find some sheets for Karen to put on the couch.
“For what?” Karen asked tentatively, wrapping her arms around herself at the table.
“For being honest with me.” Natalie called, coming back with a bundle of dark green fabric. “Not many people do that these days.”
Karen nodded slowly, biting her bottom lip thoughtfully. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah, what?” Nat breezed, tucking the fitted shit around the arms of her thrifted sofa haphazardly.
“So what’s the deal with you and Matt?” Karen stood from the table, wandering to the adjacent living room and help Natalie with the sheets.
“What do you mean?” Nat tried to act indifferent, unfolding an old throw blanket from the pile of bedding she’d gathered.
“Its just…” Karen sighed. “It seems like he-“
“There’s nothing between me and Matt.” Natalie stopped fussing with the sheets and turned around, something vulnerable and guarded in her eyes. “Let’s leave it at that. Please.” Karen nodded sheepishly.
Matt waited for a change in her heartbeat. Natalie’s. But it was already beating so fast he couldn’t be sure of any changes based on what she had said.
As the silence fell while they got ready to sleep, Matt dropped his head, unsure of what to call the different emotions sitting on his chest.
Long after Nat had finished her nightly prayers… After a few minutes of listening to Natalie’s breathing even out, long after they’d gone to sleep, Matt stood and made his way off the roof of Natalie’s apartment building.
24 hours and a lot of headaches later, Natalie typed up the summary of the case on her laptop, making sure all action involving Karen's case was documented. Inside, she was still reeling. Less than 48 hours after finding the woman covered in blood in a Hell's Kitchen precinct she's working as a secretary for Nelson and Murdock.
"Hey, I was wondering if you could email Hoffman and ask for a copy of Karen's arrest and release papers, please?" Matt asked, entering the office near-silently.
Natalie nodded to herself, not looking up from the computer. "Yeah, sure thing." She assured, masking the confusion and maybe jealousy turning in her gut.
"You okay?" He asked without looking at her, stripping off his suit jacket and shoving the sleeves of his shirt haphazardly up his arms.
"Yeah, just a headache. I'm fine." She shrugged, continuing her typing.
"You get a lot of headaches?"
Natalie sighed. "Yeah, no shit." She snapped, immediately regretting her words. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Matt... I don't know where that came from." She dropped her head into her hands, sighing out loud. "I just-"
"Hey," A hand plunked onto her shoulder, squeezing gently. "Don't stress. I get it, its been a long day. You've got a lot on your plate."
"I know, I just-" She sniffed. "I don't want to snap at you, I don't. Things have just been..." She pushed her tongue into her cheek, shaking her head lightly.
"Wanna talk about it?"
She pushed out a breathy, humorless laugh. "Matt, you don't want to hear about my family drama..."
"I do." He insisted, gently pulling her chair away from her desk so he could sit on it in front of her, blocking the view of the offending laptop. "Keeping all this to yourself isn't healthy, and it sure isn't helpful. I need you on your game, but more importantly, I want to make sure you're okay." His words were so sincere it brought tears to her eyes.
"I missed my niece's black belt ceremony yesterday." She whispered thickly, trying to swallow the knot in her throat. "She wanted me to be there and I missed it. She cried about it after, I just found out today." Matt didn't say anything, didn't condemn her and console her... Just listened. She wiped her nose on the back of her hand quickly, trying to pull herself together. "My sister-in-law. She was supposed to text me the date and time. She, uh, she never did." She choked on a sob. "My niece texted me this morning asking if she did something wrong. To upset me." She gestured to herself incredulously. "She's thirteen."
"It's not your fault," Matt murmured softly, head tilted down towards the floor. "What your sister-in-law does, you can't control that."
"I know that." She agreed, "Deep down, I know that. It's just-" She swallowed. "She lost her dad in 2012, and her mom works too much. She tries to provide for her. She only has so many people she can count on, and she thought I was one of them."
"You still are."
“I just…” She closed her eyes, “She’s all I have left of Derek.” Her hands dug into each other, fingers twisting. “I never got to fix… what was between us. I don’t know why but I always thought I could make up for it with her.” She looked up at Matt again, fighting new tears when she caught the sympathetic expression on his face.
“You…” Matt stood from her desk, opening his arms to offer a hug. “Are one of the most selfless, kind, and caring people I’ve ever met.” Fighting against her more logical thoughts she stood and stepped into his arms, wrapping hers around him. “This wasn’t your fault. Your niece is lucky to have you.”
For a moment she just stood there, letting him hug her until the ache in her chest became too much to bear, and she stepped back.
“Thank you, Matt.” She whispered, clearing her throat and looking away. “You’re a good friend.”
“I try to be.” He shrugged, picking up his cane from the table and tossing his jacket over his arm. “Get home safe, okay?”
She sniffed. “Yeah, yeah, I will.” She stuttered, watching him leave. The minute the door closed she tipped her head back, staring at the ceiling. “You’re pathetic.” She whispered to herself, dropping her head and pulling her laptop closer again. Opening a window to email Hoffman.
a/n: little short one for now while I work on when things start to get interesting. Thanks to everybody who liked the masterlist! I hope you guys enjoy this story.
As per usual this series is dedicated to @abucketofweird their comments are the reason this is posted lol. You’re a sweetheart.
If you liked this installment it’d mean a lot if you thought about leaving a note or even following for more of these two. Have a good day/night whatever time it is.
- Sybil :)
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@reasoncourt hi saoirse i somehow deleted your ask by accident but yes here are my important theories
jess and stewy occasionally call each other late at night to commiserate over kendalls latest
at shiv's wedding, stewy calls kendall "the little prince" which is a passing reference and means nothing but i love to over-read it. idk how well you remember that book but the little prince leaves his planet because he fears he's being taken advantage of by the rose he loves and cares for. ultimately he decides he was simply failing to love her properly by focussing on the vain words she said to him instead of the kind acts she showed him, and he ambiguously kills himself to return home to her. pain
this isn't really a theory so much as like cinematography 101 probably, but i like that it's filmed with shaky cam/docu style because i think the implication is that there's an unseen and unacknowledged godlike presence in the room choosing how to tell the story and what to present, which of course there is, and which is thematically relevant because the whole show is Abt the stories we make up Abt ourselves and others and the past
i semi said this the other day but i think there's a very real sense in which the roy kids all believe god used to exist but no longer does, and it's up to them to replace him. which is why they're simultaneously omnipotent and trapped in a purgatory of their own making
logan on the other hand will tell them there are no rules and everything is pure contingency ("there is no line. everything everywhere is in motion always. get used to it") but is more reliant on rules than any of them and probably also the only one to think god hasn't yet come to exist or never has existed and never will
from a narrative perspective, i think roman should take over waystar because unlike his sibs, he's not trying to be 'dad but better'---he just wants to gain his father's love by becoming him. i think his ultimate psychic destruction would be succeeding in the second part of that whilst being prevented from achieving the first part (say, by logan's death)
cyd peach read "manufacturing consent" but as a how-to, not as a critique
gerri and karolina have banged, would bang, and/or should bang
this is maybe too hopeful of me, but i think there was just so much weird attention drawn to logan's smoothies and trendy health food last season, i want it to be foreshadowing for something besides "kerry wants his baby". that subplot would make perfect sense from logan's perspective (he wants immortality by dynastic succession) but not kerry's (sleeping with your boss and bearing his child whom you know will never ever take over his empire are two different things). so i want there to be something else going on there, and the kids just haven't cottoned on yet
ok ill stop now thank you this was fun❤️❤️
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YGO AU Leviathan Rising
After a failed escape attempt Yugi discovers his true purpose for being taken by DOMA, and a new entity appears.
Chapter 2 A New Vessel
Yugi stood a gasped at the fact he was standing face to face -so to speak- with the man who took his soul! Raphael stood in equal as he stared down as the small child, he'd just left in Death Valley this morning soulless but now stood among them very much alive.
Alister removed his glasses also in shock he too saw the boy’s lifeless body be left behind with his friends and now here he is alive and well in their headquarters?
“Hey! what’s the big hold up?” a voice cut through the air breaking the silence, Yugi knew that voice was it... Weevil??
“Yeah, what are you guys looking at- AH!” Rex jumped back in shock after he'd pushed forward to see what the two older men were looking at.
Yugi was so shocked by Raphael and Alister’s presence he didn't even notice Rex and Weevil were standing behind the men.
“What are you doing here?!” all three of the teenagers said in unison.
“This big muscle guy took your soul!” Rex shouted, “Yeah, we saw it with our own two eyes!” Weevil added.
“I did have my soul taken! But why are you two here?” Yugi asked accusingly but soon he realized “Don't tell me you two are planning on joining them?”
“That's none of your business ghost boy!” Weevil puffed “Yeah, we don't need to explain ourselves to a dead guy!” Rex added.
“I'm Not DEAD!” Yugi shouted frustrated with the two of them.
“Will all of you shut your mouths!” Raphael's deep and commanding voice broke through their childish bickering making everyone look up at him.
Raphael noticed at that moment Yugi was wearing the Orichalcos symbol and garments of their master, he then reached out and grabbed onto Yugi's cape pulling him up like a puppy who was in trouble. Yugi struggled against his cape trying to reach his clasp to attempt an escape but in one swift motion he was pinned under Raphael's arm.
“Let me go!” Yugi still struggled in vain to escape but even if he wasn't in a weakened state, he'd have no chance to escape the muscled brute.
“I don't know how you got here but our master will deal with you.” Raphael said before continuing to walk down the hall. The others followed behind him until they reached a set of doors; both Raphael and Alister looked back at the two other boys following them and spoke
“You're about to meet our master, so don’t say anything too stupid.”
“Yeah, he doesn't have the same kind of patience we do.” Alister added.
As the doors opened, they were greeted by a man at the end of long table, a large set of curtains behind him, his back in the chair not facing them.
“Mission accomplished master, but we've hit a small...snag.” Raphael looked down at Yugi who was still struggling to free himself. “We found him in the hallway, but I'm unsure of how-”
“Ah so you finally awoke Yugi.” Dartz grinned as he turned around to face the group. A small glass of lime drink coloured drink in his hand “And you managed to get this far out, I must say your innovation is quite adorable.”
Yugi let out a small growl at the teal haired man “So you're the leader of DOMA?”
“Deduced that just now hm? Yes, I am Dartz. Leader of DOMA and your captor.” He sat back a little and took a sip form the lime-coloured drink in his hand.
“Wait...something's not adding up...if my soul left my body and it came here...then how come I'm-” Yugi was interrupted by Dartz.
“Solid? Why do you feel like you still have a body when you know your body is elsewhere?” Dartz took another sip of his drink before setting it down.
“That's what I'd like to know Nameless Pharaoh. How can you be here physically when I know I dropped your body off with your friends in Death Valley?” Raphael looked down at Yugi who was just as confused along with everyone else in the room.
Especially Rex and Weevil who both looked at each other and said “Pharaoh?”
“That's not the Pharaoh. Raphael. His soul is still out there” Valon then came out behind the curtain his arm in a sling forms his injury the day before.
Raphael was shocked “That's impossible! I pretty sure I was duelling the Pharaoh so the Orichalcos should have sealed him!”
Dartz let out an annoyed sigh “Listen the Nameless Pharaoh's soul uses the body of a vessel. The Orichalcos did seal a soul, but it took the vessel not the pharaoh! You're currently holding on to the soul of the vessel.”
Raphael was still in shock looking under his arm at the annoyed teenager. “But how?”
“I took his place!” Yugi shouted, “Just before the seal took him, I pushed him out of the way to save him!”
Raphael looked down annoyed at the boy.
Yugi then grinned “Guess I ruined your evil plans, Dartz.”
Dartz only grinned even more smug than before “On the contrary...you have been chosen for a far greater purpose.” He stood up and walked down towards them, Raphael put Yugi down but held onto his shoulder to keep him in place.
“Our god craves a host. And you just so happen to have the right experience for the job, I guess you could call this...type casting?”
Yugi eyes grew large in disbelief, as a cold sweat fell down his face. “N-no! No! I won’t let you use me to be some kind of vessel for evil!”
Dartz looked down at Yugi even more intimating than before. “You act as though you have a choice in the matter. The Orichalcos God has chosen you and you alone for this task. This is only reason why your soul hasn't been placed on the wall.”
Dartz stood back and gestured to the curtains that have now drawn and are projecting a wall of stone tablets each carved with a unique figure representing a stolen soul. Yugi stood back in shock he wanted to run but even if his legs did have the power to do so Raphael's grip was far too strong to break free form.
“You should be honoured that the great beast has chosen such a meek and weak individual such as yourself for the glory of being host to a god. From host of a King to a God is quite the jump but I'm sure you're up to the task.” Dartz turned around his back to Yugi and smiled.
“Now great beast accepts this new offering and will him to be your host!” Dartz then turned back again his hand reached out and he touched the gem on Yugi's crown, as he did a burst of green energy filled it, cracks of green energy started to spread down Yugi's face and soon all over his body. A blighting green light soon started to flash and burst through out the room.
Yugi's knees got weak not just form fear, but his body was growing more and more weak, as a strong new feeling started to overwhelm him, tears welled up in his eyes as he started to choke with every other breath. Pulses of power throbbed throughout his form, it was like someone, or something was trying to claw its way out of his body, pushing itself forward while pulling him back, wearing him like skin...
He'd felt this way before; the first time he solved the millennium puzzle and awakened the spirit within, the overwhelming power of darkness flooding into his body, a foreign entity entering his body and forcing him to black out completely while it piloted his body and enacted its own brand of ancient justice to those who wronged him or his friends.
But while that spirit eventually became one of his closest friends; he knew this new entity had no such intentions and what's worse he knew he'd never be able to control a beast, a god, whatever it really was.
He let out a horrifying blood curtailing scream, one that echoed in the halls of DOMA's headquarters never to be heard outside of it's walls.
But oh, someone did feel it deep down in their every soul the already shaken Pharaoh could feel it. That desperate cry for help form the soul he condemned to this fate. He held his ears trying to dampen the sound, but it cut through him like a knife, as he fell to his knees in a cold sweat panting from the impact. His friends gathered around him unsure of why he fell just now.
Yugi fell.
He fell… fell… fell…
The room was now silent as Yugi's body fell limp in Raphael's arms, Dartz stared at the body, it was lifeless and motionless. But soon he saw the slightest twitch of the fingers he grinned once more.
“Awaken Great Beast...and tell us your will.”
As if on cue the body rose up slightly in an almost puppet like manner the head barely supported by the neck as it cracked back and forth straightening itself in an upright position. Slowly his eyes opened but instead of large circles of orchid that belonged to the boy, they were replaced by the golden eyes with thin iris slits that looked reptilian.
A smile grew across his lips as he spoke in a voice almost similar to Yugi's but slightly distorted in tone.
“Hello.”
To Be Continued...
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@closedcoffins | cont from here
Cecco is his own flavor of monster as well; at least, everyone whom he pushed into Tintoretto’s paintings would probably tell you so. Come to think of it, he has no idea what happened to them. He doesn’t really know if they fell to their deaths somewhere or if they’re still falling, although he knows in his heart that the sky did not treat them as gently as it did him.
Anyway, he is not going to focus on that right now. Who cares what happened to them, honestly? The point is that they are both monsters, bonding over the inconsequentiality of everything, and there’s something joyously magical about that.
“Well, in my experience,” he says, “each step usually means nothing at all. And the mountains tend to resist moving, no matter how many anthills any one individual flattens.” How can people say that they are making real progress when they haven’t even gotten off of the ground yet? No, a lot of people won’t live to see anything earth-shattering, but they all have themselves convinced that they will. “Usually, stepping on an anthill just results in moving a slightly larger anthill, and by slightly larger, I mean there is maybe one extra grain of sand on it.”
He knows that Cyran has just said that he doesn’t care about the in-between steps, citing them as ‘too complicated,’ but Cecco is a little bit different. It’s not that he sees them as ‘complicated,’ he just sees them as useless and likes to spout off about it. “That’s why I take everything as it comes to me, because there’s not exactly a point in doing much else. In the end, everybody comes to nothing, so we might as well go on enjoying ourselves. If everything is ultimately in vain, I like my frivolities to be fun.”
His tone has become just slightly more grave since he started speaking, since the whole coming to nothing thing does frighten him, even if he can’t seem to stop talking about it. He turns to Cyran again and flashes a grin, his previous one having slipped off of his face for a second there. “I’m glad!” he says. “I’m rather enjoying myself, too.” Even if he had a lapse there where he seemed like he wasn’t. But now it is his turn to laugh. “Perhaps, we should try sticking together and see how long our respective whims allow us to stay that way.”
#you and i‚ we're flying high. 『 ic 』#bought the only dream that he was sold. 『 cecco 』#//GOOD#//i appreciate his being obnoxious <3
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What these women—fragile and elegant in times of peace—are able to do when there is war around!
The number of women in the Ukrainian army is now over 40,000. Ukrainian magazine elle.ua tells the story of four Ukrainian women who see no obstacles on their life path.
The military paramedic Lastivka (en swallow), 24. Before the war, she was engaged in creativity: painting, writing books.
'Towards the evening of 24 February I realised that it wasn't for a few hours, a day or even a few months. I decided I had to join the ranks of the Armed Forces of Ukraine and make my contribution to the defence of our Motherland. '
'In the line of duty, I provide pre-medical care right on the battlefield. I am with the troops on the front line, I don't go anywhere. I am the person who delivers the wounded to the evacuation brigade.'
'It keeps my spirits up knowing that I am not doing this in vain. I have a family, a man who is at the front with me, next to me in one military unit.'
'In fact, the war has already changed me. You can't help but change when you have a tank pointing directly at you. You can't help but change, because your whole life flies before your eyes in those two seconds when a shell hits you. It's terrifying. It takes your breath away, everything shrinks. Every two seconds you change, you rethink your whole life.'
'All my complexes went away when I had a tank shooting. I think that after the war I will become more open, more frank. '
'The strength of Ukrainians is in their unity. The strength of Ukrainians is indestructible. We all have to stick together. And believe in ourselves and in our victory.'
The shooter Oleksandra , 23.
'On the 24th of February, I didn't have a morning. I was awake. When I heard the first explosion, I knew immediately what was happening. I was not confused because I was prepared for it. I waited until 8 am, went outside to exchange money, and then returned home and started thinking about what to do with my animals in order to join my fellow service members. On the 28th I was already in the military unit.'
'The only difficulties I have had and still have to cope with are the worries of my mother and the deaths of my friends. If we are talking about lack of comfort at times, it doesn’t bother me. This is war. You have to be prepared for anything.'
'Nothing tears me apart more than Ukrainian children dying and suffering in this war.'
The Ukrainian sniper Yevgenia Emerald, 31, had been an entrepreneur in the jewellery business before the war broke out. Her grandparents fought in World War II.
'When the war started, I had no fear. I mobilised very quickly. At five o'clock in the morning of February 24, my ex-husband called me, asking: "What should I do?" I told him to pick up our daughter immediately and take her to western Ukraine.'
'My morale was very cyclical: first I was doing well, then I was doing badly. I believe that the third month of the war was a turning point for everyone. A certain understanding of what was happening came in, the adrenaline waned a little, and for many of the people I talked to, it started to turn into depression.'
'I had lost friends, I didn't understand if I had a future. But I coped with it, today my condition has leveled off. I’ve realised that even though I am in a hotspot, I have to try to do what I did before the war. Even though I have a war lifestyle now, I am beginning to get back into the normal life as well. Doing simple things of everyday life are very supportive for me.'
'It is very important, even in war, to find the meaning of life. Now I have an idea of what I want to do when the war is over. I have started to make plans for the future.'
'I have started to accept reality as it is. Even when I am going through a difficult time, I remind myself that it was my choice. If I have chosen this path, then I can get through it. I have the strength.'
Alina Mykhaylova, 27, a volunteer, public activist and deputy of the Kyiv City Council.
'I'm not claiming recognition. I'm just doing the best I can where I am.' Three times during this full-scale war, I felt how all the internal organs go down and you can't breathe, think, act. Our people impressed me the most. Crazy speed cooperation, unification, cohesion. The pace at which all of Ukraine, all began to support their army and generally take up arms to protect their homes from the Russians.
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DAILY SCRIPTURE READINGS (DSR) 📚 Group, Sun April 21st, 2024 ... Fourth Sunday of Easter, Year B ... KNOW YOUR CATHOLICISM
HOW TO MAKE A GOOD CONFESSION
The Sacrament of Reconciliation, or Confession, brings about a change of heart through God’s mercy and forgiveness. Experience the Lord’s compassion through the Sacrament of Penance, which is made up of the following parts:
• Before Confession
• During Confession
• After Confession
BEFORE CONFESSION
How to Make a Good Confession
Confession is not difficult, but it does require preparation. We should begin with prayer, placing ourselves in the presence of God, our loving Father. We seek healing and forgiveness through repentance and a resolve to sin no more. Then we review our lives since our last confession, searching our thoughts, words and actions for that which did not conform to God’s command to love Him and one another through His laws and the laws of His Church. This is called an examination of conscience.
TO MAKE AN EXAMINATION OF CONSCIENCE:
• Begin with a prayer asking for God’s help.
• Review your life with the help of some questions, which are based on the 10 Commandments (see below).
• Tell God how truly sorry you are for your sins.
• Make a firm resolution not to sin again.
EXAMINATION OF CONSCIENCE
Ask God to help you make a good confession. In quiet reflection ask yourself: Since my last confession…
• Did I pray to God, daily and from my heart?
• Did I live and witness to my Catholic faith, joyfully & courageously? Did I take God’s name in vain? Did I curse anyone or make false oaths? Did I engage in superstitious or occult practices?
• Did I attend and participate actively at Mass on Sundays and holy days of obligation? Did I fast & abstain on prescribed days?
• Did I respect people in authority? My employer? Did I honor my parents?
• Was I violent or unnecessarily aggressive (e.g., physically, verbally, psychologically, etc.) with anyone?
• Was I prideful, stubborn, or rude with anyone? Did I hold a grudge?
• Did I abuse alcohol, prescription medications, or illegal drugs? Did I overindulge in food?
• Did I consent to, recommend, advise, or actively take part in an abortion? Did I use abortifacient drugs?
• Did I view pornography, entertain lustful thoughts, conversations or actions?
• Was I unloving to my spouse? Did I engage in adulterous activity (e.g., sexual, emotional, virtual, etc.)? Did I use contraceptives?
• Was I neglectful of the spiritual, intellectual, emotional, or physical needs of my spouse, children, or family?
• Did I steal or damage another’s property? Was I honest and just in my business relations? Did I waste time at work?
• Did I contribute to the needs of the spiritually and materially poor with my time and resources?
• Did I engage in gossip? Did I lie? Did I speak poorly of others? Did I judge anyone unfairly?
• Did I envy anyone? Was I jealous of others or or covet another’s belongings?
DURING CONFESSION
The Sacrament of Reconciliation (Confession) involves four steps:
• Contrition: A sincere sorrow for having offended God, and the most important act of the person confessing. There can be no forgiveness of sin if we do not have sorrow and a firm resolve not to repeat our sin.
• Confession: Naming our sins—aloud—to the priest, who represents Christ and the Church.
• Penance: The prayers—or sometimes, the good deeds—the priest gives, for our healing and the healing of those we have hurt by our sins.
• Absolution: The words the priest speaks by which “God, the Father of mercies” reconciles us to himself through his death and resurrection, called the Prayer of Absolution: “God the father of mercies through the death and resurrection of his Son as reconciled the world to himself and the sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins. Through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.”
Going to Confession
Reconciliation may be face-to-face or anonymous, with a screen between you and the priest. Choose the option that is the most comfortable for you.
• The priest gives a blessing or greeting.
• Make the Sign of the Cross and say, “Bless me father, for I have sinned. My last confession was…” (give weeks, months, or years).
• Confess all your sins to the priest. (If you are unsure or uneasy, tell him and ask for help.)
• Say, “I am sorry for these and all my sins.”
• The priest gives a penance and offers advice to help you become a better Catholic Christian.
• Say an Act of Contrition, expressing your sorrow for your sins.
• The priest, acting in the person of Christ, then absolves you from your sins.
ACT OF CONTRITION
God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you, and I detest all my sins because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell; but most of all because they offend you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace to confess my sins, do penance, and to amend my life. Amen.
AFTER CONFESSION
Rejoice! You have received the forgiveness of Christ! What should you do when you leave? Remember the words you recited in the Act of Contrition: “I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more, and to avoid whatever leads me to sin.”
Before you leave the confessional, the priest will give you your penance, which may consist of prayer, an offering, works of mercy or sacrifices. These works help to join us with Christ, who alone died for us. The goal of our life’s journey is to grow closer to God. We can do this through prayer, spiritual reading, fasting and the reception of the Sacraments.
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Sermon for Palm Sunday (3/24/24)
Primary Text | John 12:12-16
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Dear People of God,
This is Holy Week. The week from ancient times that we Christians recount the time of Jesus’ suffering and death. It begins with Palm Sunday. His triumphal entry into Jerusalem—the fated city where he knows he will die. Jesus rode in on the colt of a donkey. Most donkeys live for 27 to 40 years. A colt is 4 years-old or younger…. the puppy form of a donkey. At this point, the Gospel of John recalls the immensely comforting prophecy of Zechariah. This one: “Do not be afraid, daughter of Zion. Look, your king is coming, sitting on a donkey’s colt!” He says, “Do not be afraid!” Let’s pray these words do not land on our ears in vain, but that we do take comfort in them in our time of need. We need to hear these words “Do not be afraid” because every day things happen and we see things that make us afraid. In our hearts we think, “Will my loved ones be safe and okay? What dangers are before them I can’t deal with.” We think to ourselves, “Will I be okay? Will my body fail me? Will people hurt me again, either in word or deed?” “Will I feel this pain and suffering forever?” “Will my sin be ever before me? Will my selfish desire win me over? Will I succumb to despair? Will I smile again?” “Will people hold their grudges forever?” “Will needy people get what they need?” Then there’s the devil to tell us to be afraid. One day we may be fine and well and the next he strikes us with his poison arrow so that we can hardly stand on our feet. So that we doubt any good will come from God again—which is his goal.
But as Jesus rides on this puppy of a donkey, a word is spoken into our ears, “Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid!” Do not look at what your eyes will tell you. Do not listen to the voice that says you only have doom before you. This word that comes from God is what makes us Christian people different than all other sorts of people. As Martin Luther says, “Face boldly and steadfastly whatever may confront you…You are different from those who lack comfort and confidence in affliction, misfortune, and adversity. They do not believe, nor do they know God’s Word; but they place their trust in tempory things and attach their hearts only to what is present and visible. Whenever this vanishes, courage and trust vanish with it.” Dear people, when our hearts cling to or attach to anything that is temporary, that is, anything that is not God, we will not make it long. Our courage will fail when the temporary thing fails. But when by the grace of God our hearts cling to one, true, and only God…..then we have God for who he truly is. And, nothing can take us away from him. Not our problems. Not our sin. Not ourselves. For God we know in Jesus Christ is a God who saves. When we face affliction, misfortune, and adversity, and we will, we need not be afraid, we can be calm and confident, for God is faithful nevertheless. And he will carry you through it—though you may not feel it for yourself. The kingdom of God cannot be taken from your hands, because its all in God’s hands, after all.
What we know. Your king is coming. Riding on a donkey’s colt into Jerusalem. What is he coming to do? He comes to win your salvation and to free you from all that makes you afraid. To free you from all your suffering. To undo the sin that binds itself so tightly to you. That is what Holy Week is about. We know Jesus rises from the dead. Let us not run too quickly to Easter. Let us walk with Jesus his dreary path. The mystery of our salvation—our freedom from sin, death, and the devil—comes about through our Christ being betrayed, being nailed to a cross, and through his actual death. You may not understand this all, it took the original disciples some time too. Your comfort in life and all its afflictions is that Jesus Christ did not withhold his own life but underwent his own suffering and death….so that you will live with him in joy and bliss. Your hope is not in what you can see with your eyes, but what you can hear with your ears—Christ crucified for you—out of the Father’s gracious heart. Even if someone would take this little life from you, you are assured of a life much greater and brighter than you can imagine—because Christ, your King, comes for you.
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There are many times in history when the people of God could have asked this very question: why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? It is certainly a question that many of us have asked over the years as we see an increasing hatred of God, a growing contempt for Jesus Christ.. His anointed Son, a multiplication of sin and evil and an ever greater distain towards those that believe in the death, burial and resurrection of Christ.. for the forgiveness of sins and life everlasting. The Bible tells us that a time of great distress and terrible trouble is coming when a great global federation of ungodly rulers and corrupt nations will unite in passionate hatred against God. They will come together with a unified resolution to prevent the prophesy, second coming of Christ. In their satanic hatred of God, these ungodly people will seek to wrench away Christ's legitimate authority and His God-given sovereign right to rule the nations of the earth, in equity and peace. But knowing that the Day of the Lord will come like a thief.. we are a people who by God's grace ought to walk in spirit and truth. May we seek to conduct ourselves in holiness of heart, as we look for the coming of the Christ - Our Blessed Hope And Great Redeemer.
Why do the nations conspire and the peoples plot in vain?
Our United Prayer:
Heavenly Father, thank You that in Your grace You have told us the end from the beginning and have promised that we are safe and secure in Your gracious hands.. Lord there are many individuals, leaders and nations that are raging against You and conspiring against the Lord Jesus Christ.. The world seems to be spiraling out of control. Thank You that Your Word stands fast for ever and that the day is coming when Christ will rule this earth with equity and justice - and You will break those that oppose Your plans and purposes. Blessed are those that put their trust in You and blessed is the Lord our God, for His mercy and grace endures for ever and ever, towards those that love and trust Him, AMEN.
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Daily Devotionals for August 11, 2023
Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living
Devotional Scripture:
Proverbs 22:17-18 (KJV):
17 Bow down thine ear, and hear the words of the wise, and apply thine heart unto my knowledge.
18 For it is a pleasant thing if thou keep them within thee; they shall withal be fitted in thy lips.
Proverbs 22:17-18 (AMP):
17 Listen (consent and submit) to the words of the wise, and apply your mind to my knowledge;
18 For it will be pleasant if you keep them in your mind (believing them); your lips will be accustomed to (confessing) them.
Thought for the Day
Learning to claim God's Word is important. Confessing it aloud helps us to remember it. It also builds our faith and helps us to hold on to God's promises when it is a real battle to do so. We must confess what God's Word says about our circumstances and ourselves, not what the world or our fears may tell us. Speaking God's Word causes the rest of our words to begin to line up with it. We should confess the Word over our problems, instead of confessing only our problems. When feeling discouraged or doubtful, we must continue to confess in faith what the Bible says about us or our situations.
We must, however, be careful to have a Biblical (and not merely a positive) confession. A Biblical confession speaks God's Word back to Him, while a positive confession is simply speaking what one wants to hear and is directed primarily toward self-interest. We honor God by lining up what we think and say with His truth and trusting Him to provide our needs because we know He is good. Our aim must never be to try to manipulate God into doing what we want. Some so-called "confession teachers" say we should never speak anything negative; we should never say that we have an illness or a problem. This is not what the Bible teaches. We can certainly state the facts, but we should always resolve to speak the greater facts of God's Word over them. Faith-filled words invite the Holy Spirit into the problem. For example, in telling people that you are under an attack of illness, it would be wise to phrase it like this: "My doctor says I have (name the disease or condition), but I believe that God is my Healer and therefore I am claiming the Scripture that says, "...by the stripes of Jesus I am healed" (1 Peter 2:24b). Would you agree with me in prayer for healing?" The Bible contains many promises that we may claim. If we do not know what God says about a problem, we need only open the Bible and research the subject to learn what God has promised to do for us in each particular circumstance.
Abraham is a wonderful example of believing in God's promises and acting in faith. God promised Abraham that his descendants would be exceedingly numerous. Although Abraham knew he was too old to father children, he "...staggered not at the promise of God through unbelief; but was strong in faith, giving glory to God; and being fully persuaded that, what he had promised, he was able also to perform" (Romans 4:20-21).
Prayer Devotional for the Day
Dear heavenly Father, thank you, Lord, for Your many promises of blessing to us, Your children. I want to receive everything that Jesus died for when He went to the cross to save me. Salvation and healing are just the beginning of why You died on that cross for me, and I do not want Your death to be in vain. I want to receive all the covenant promises that You suffered on my behalf. Lord, deliver me of doubt and unbelief and help me to guard the things I say. May I always confess what Your Word says, and not allow the devil to rob me of the blessings that are mine. I ask this in the name of Jesus, my Lord and Saviour. Amen.
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LIGHT OF LIFE 333
John 1:4
WHERE WE DRAW LINES 15 – TRAIL BLAZERS 1
Luk 6:22 "People will hate you because you belong to the Son of Man. THEY WILL MAKE YOU LEAVE THEIR GROUP. They will insult you. They will think it is wrong even to say your name. When these things happen, know that great blessings belong to you. ERV
This is one sure way to differentiate between Christians: by the strength of their relationship with the Lord and the depth of their Impact in the body of Christ.
You are meanly isolated against your wish, by agents of satan outside the Church, and by your fellow [uncommitted] Christians.
Mat 13:23 And the seeds sown in the good soil stand for those who hear the message and understand it: THEY BEAR FRUIT, SOME AS MUCH AS ONE HUNDRED, OTHERS SIXTY, AND OTHERS THIRTY." GNB
The Sower’s Parable sheds light on certain issues of concern in Church: we all receive Grace but we could Produce based on our varying levels of seriousness or commitment to God’s jobs.
1Co 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am, AND HIS GRACE TO ME HAS NOT BEEN IN VAIN. IN FACT, I WORKED HARDER THAN ALL OF THEM – yet not I, but the grace of God with me. NET
Paul worked harder and did not waste Grace. This means some believers worked less and some wasted Grace.
Then, because of Jealousy, a line begins to separate them. It’s automatic, folks.
Act 13:44-46 The next Sabbath ALMOST EVERYONE IN TOWN CAME TO HEAR THE MESSAGE ABOUT THE LORD. WHEN THE JEWISH PEOPLE SAW THE CROWDS, THEY WERE VERY JEALOUS. THEY INSULTED PAUL AND SPOKE AGAINST EVERYTHING HE SAID. But Paul and Barnabas BRAVELY said: We had to tell God's message to you before we told it to anyone else. But you rejected the message! This proves that you don't deserve eternal life. NOW WE ARE GOING TO THE GENTILES. CEV
Paul was trying to Minister to the Jewish believers, but Jews, seeing his great success, frustrated his work and forced him to start preaching [absolutely] to Gentiles.
Their stand shows they don’t belong to the Lord; they were supposed to support Paul to increase productivity, but no!
On satan’s side, he would wage furious wars against Paul for destroying his kingdom and freeing people enslaved under him.
1Th 2:1-2 For you yourselves, brothers, are conscious that OUR COMING AMONG YOU WAS NOT WITHOUT EFFECT: BUT AFTER WE HAD FIRST UNDERGONE MUCH PAIN AND BEEN CRUELLY ATTACKED as you saw, at Philippi, by the help of God we gave you the good news without fear, THOUGH EVERYTHING WAS AGAINST US. BBE
If your life makes outstanding impacts for God, you face terrible oppositions from all sides. Sometimes, you are totally alone and confused.
2Co 1:8-9 Brothers and sisters, we don't want you to be ignorant about the SUFFERING WE EXPERIENCED IN THE PROVINCE OF ASIA. IT WAS SO EXTREME THAT IT WAS BEYOND OUR ABILITY TO ENDURE. WE EVEN WONDERED IF WE COULD GO ON LIVING. IN FACT, WE STILL FEEL AS IF WE'RE UNDER A DEATH SENTENCE. But we suffered so that we would stop trusting ourselves and learn to trust God, who brings the dead back to life. GW
Asia was the place God told Paul not to go yet. That tells you the level of opposition satan prepare for him there.
If God almighty would put Paul on hold from going there, then you know this is it!
Act 16:6-7 They went through the region of Phrygia and Galatia, having been PREVENTED BY THE HOLY SPIRIT FROM SPEAKING THE MESSAGE IN THE PROVINCE OF ASIA. When they came to Mysia, they attempted to go into Bithynia, but the Spirit of Jesus did not allow them to do this, NET
It was as though Paul had been marked by satan and his sentries of wickedness were waiting for him in most places, because of the havoc he was coming to wreck to the kingdom of darkness.
Within the Church too, such Christians are reviled just because of their excellent work.
Mat 5:10-12 "Happy are those who are persecuted because they do what God requires; the Kingdom of heaven belongs to them! "HAPPY ARE YOU WHEN PEOPLE INSULT YOU AND PERSECUTE YOU AND TELL ALL KINDS OF EVIL LIES AGAINST YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE MY FOLLOWERS. Be happy and glad, for a great reward is kept for you in heaven. THIS IS HOW THE PROPHETS WHO LIVED BEFORE YOU WERE PERSECUTED. GNB
Anyone who is lazy, irresolute and poorly committed to God’s kingdom business – or any business for that matter – will always have reason to hate the serious-minded worker because serious work speaks out against laziness.
Comparisons are made and the lazy could be sacked.
Num 14:22-24 Because all these men, having seen my glory and the signs which I have done in Egypt and in the waste land, still have put me to the test ten times, and have not given ear to my voice; They will not see the land about which I made an oath to their fathers; not one of these by whom I have not been honoured will see it. BUT MY SERVANT CALEB, BECAUSE HE HAD A DIFFERENT SPIRIT IN HIM, AND HAS BEEN TRUE TO ME WITH ALL HIS HEART, HIM I WILL TAKE INTO THAT LAND INTO WHICH HE WENT, AND HIS SEED WILL HAVE IT FOR THEIR HERITAGE. BBE
Prophets were always hated because, apart from their being dedicated to God, their Ministry commonly decries the misdemeanours of the people.
It’s a double-edged sword, beloved.
Joh 7:7 The world cannot hate you, BUT IT HATES ME BECAUSE I SAY THAT WHAT EVERYONE DOES IS EVIL. GW
But there’s a factor that makes that line of separation bolder: By how much do you know God?
Dan 11:32 And such as do wickedly against the covenant shall he corrupt by flatteries: BUT THE PEOPLE THAT DO KNOW THEIR GOD SHALL BE STRONG, AND DO EXPLOITS. KJV
Closeness to, and knowledge of God will give men edge over all competitors, and set him apart.
Dan 6:3 Then this Daniel was made overseer of the presidents and satraps, BECAUSE AN EXCELLENT SPIRIT WAS IN HIM. And the king was planning to set him over all the kingdom. MKJV
God will set you apart and plant you amongst the excellent ones, in Jesus name.
Join us on Friday for more digging into scriptures and peruse of this intriguing subtopic.
Keep Shinning!
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GUYS OMGOSH I CANNOT I CANNOT!!!! Look what I just heard
THE SCORPION UNIT 🦂
People of God I am done.
I tell ya, God is in EVERYTHING.
This is a major confirmation and God did say he was coming for law makers and that includes “bad cops” They are public servants too and they also develop laws 👀
My LORD.
Remember this? ⬇️👀
You are all witnesses of the Most High God 💙
PS. There are many Blacks who don’t like their own kind. Idk what they call them in the US but we call them “Uncle Tom’s”. Uncle Tom was a slave who worked in the Slavemasters house who, because of his high position, would suck up to and report back to the owner about what the slaves were doing…. You can still be Black and support white supremacy. Some Black folk want to fit in so badly, they will destroy their own kind…..If you know you know.
Our God is not playin 🔥
I’m sorry for the loss of Tyre’s life
UPDATE:
Uummmmmmmmm there is a scripture in Ezekiel for guess who?
THE KING OF TYRE…. Remember this? ⬇️ this is a message to God for someone. All hell is about to bruck out as we Jamaicans say
Tyre is home with the LORD if that brings anyone any kind of solace. God said he was “martyred” 🥺 His death will expose so much of what is happening in the Memphis police department and MANY police departments all across the United States. His death was not in vain.
God just dropped the mic on us
PPS. Recall Apollyon and the Scorpions 🦂
There will be more exposure babes. Remember God showed us the number 6 and the trumpet 🎺 See below:
Do you remember Beyoncé was trying to show me something in the room filled with mirrors and SILVER. Stanza 20 says “They continued to worship demons and idols made of gold, silver, bronze, stone and wood”. God did tell us some of these law makers were engaging in rituals especially against people of colour.
Remember God also showed us OBJ’s birthday… the Month, the Day and where the year should have been, the word Sparrow. In stanza 15 of Revelations it reads “Then the four angels who had been prepared for this hour and day and month and year were turned loose to kill one-third of all the people on earth.”
I have also been seeing the number 4…. Here John speaks to us about 4 Angels. But check this out V (4) Vendetta is significant here…V sought vengeance against the corrupt government for their injustices and isn’t God now doing the same??👀
This is Divine Justice no man is above God’s law no matter how much power they may yield on Earth. Let us remember that. It is he who gives us power and wealth just as it states in the scripture… Ezekiel 28:13 (there goes that number again)
“You were in Eden, the garden of God. Your clothing was adorned with every precious stone— red carnelian, pale-green peridot, white moonstone, blue-green beryl, onyx, green jasper, blue lapis lazuli, turquoise, and emerald— all beautifully crafted for you and set in the finest gold. They were given to you on the day you were created… I ordained and anointed you as the mighty Angelic guardian” - The day you were created which is called what? YOUR BIRTHDAY 🎈 This is again highlighting the fact you were created for God’s glory, friends.
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Someone give me an AMEN 👏🏾
Also in Revelations 9:3 it says “they were given power to sting like scorpions”. GIVEN POWER by God. It’s interesting because I made a joke about wanting the SUPERPOWER… the ability… of scorpions to glow in the dark. The next day I had a vision of myself as a scorpion 🦂 ON GOD 👀😅😳 Truly we have to remember it is God that gives us our gifts. Lest we forget this is a reminder for us ALL and it can be taken away from us at any moment. Let us continue to humble ourselves before our Father ⚠️ Pride, Greed and Lust are every man’s downfall.
This CLEARLY, WITHOUT DOUBT, confirms what God said about the men mentioned being Guardians 🥲They too (along with all of us as God’s children) were ANOINTED, ORDAINED,….CHOSEN. Don’t doubt it babes.
For those of you seeking Justice, you will have it, says the LORD. He fights for you 🥊 BELIEVE IT. This is also God’s confirmation of what he said to us before about his promises to you, you who resonated with that message 🫵🏾 Your time will come… it will be a DIVINE APPOINTED TIME just like the day you were CHOSEN to be born…
TRUST GOD’S TIMING
Now y’all see why they kept trying to shut me up. Why they attacked me and my son. God saw EVERYTHING.
GOD HAS SPOKEN 🗣️
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On Fear, Bravery, & Breaking Destructive Patterns | A Letter from Nicole Krauss to Vincent Van Gogh
Dear Vincent,
You write about fear: Fear of the blank canvas, but also, on a larger scale, of the “infinitely meaningless, discouraging blank side” that life itself always turns toward us, and which can only be countered when a person “steps in and does something,” when he “breaks” or “violates.”
It’s extraordinary that I should have been given your letter now, because it is exactly that act of breaking that has been on my mind this last year, and which I feel has everything to do with how I want to make art, and how I want to live.
It’s a strange thing about the human mind that, despite its capacity and its abundant freedom, its default is to function in a repeating pattern. It watches the moon and the planets, the days and seasons, the cycle of life and death all going around in an endless loop, and unconsciously, believing itself to be nature, the mind echoes these cycles. Its thoughts go in loops, repeating patterns established so long ago we often can’t remember their origin, or why they ever made sense to us. And even when these loops fail over and over again to bring us to a desirable place, even while they entrap us, and make us feel anciently tired of ourselves, and we sense that sticking to their well-worn path means we’ll miss contact with the truth every single time, we still find it nearly impossible to resist them. We call these patterns of thought our “nature” and resign ourselves to being governed by them as if they are the result of a force outside of us, the way that the seas are governed — rather absurdly, when one thinks about it — by a distant and otherwise irrelevant moon.
And yet it is unquestionably within our power to break the loop; to “violate” what presents itself as our nature by choosing to think — and to see, and act — in a different way. It may require enormous effort and focus. And yet for the most part it isn’t laziness that stops us from breaking these loops, it’s fear. In a sense, one could say that fear is the otherwise irrelevant moon that we allow to govern the far larger nature of our minds.
And so before we can arrive at the act of breaking, we first have to confront our fear. The fear that the blank canvas and the blank side of life reflects back to us, which is so paralyzing, as you put it, and seems to tell us that we can’t do anything.” It’s an abstract fear, though it finds a way to take on endless shapes. Today it may be the fear of failure, but tomorrow it will be the fear of what others will think of us, and at a different time it will be fear of discovering that the worst things we suspect about ourselves are true. My lover says that the fear, which seems always to be there when one wakes up in the morning, and which he feels in the hollow between his ribs (above his stomach and below his heart) comes from the “other world,” a phrase that always brings tears to his eyes, and by which he means the awareness of our finitude, our lack of the infinite and eternal. I think he’s right, but I would also add to that that fear, being anticipatory, is always without knowledge. It is a mental calculation based on the future unknown. And yet the experience of fear is the experience of being in the grip of a sensation that seems to possess an unassailable conviction in itself. To be afraid that the plane will crash is, in a sense, to assume that the plane will crash. And yet even if we could scrape away the many forms our fear takes and get to the underlying source-our mortality, our division from the infinite — we would still discover that our fear is not based on actual knowledge, unlike the part of us that chooses to be free. Bravery is always more intelligent than fear, since it is built on the foundation of what one knows about oneself: the knowledge of one’s strength and capacity, of one’s passion. You implied as much in your letter: “However meaningless and vain, however dead life appears to be, the man of faith, of energy, of warmth, and who knows something, doesn’t let himself be fobbed off like that,” you wrote. “He steps in and does something, and hangs on to that, in short, breaks, “violates.”
And so we find ourselves, once again, in front of the blank canvas. The blank canvas, which reflects both our fear and our opportunity to break it. In Jewish mysticism, the empty space — the Chalal Panui, in Hebrew — has tremendous importance, because it was the necessary pre-condition for God’s creation of the world. How did the Ein Sof — the being without end, as God is called in Kabbalah — create something finite within what is already infinite? And how can we explain the paradox of God’s simultaneous presence and absence in the world? And the answer to this, according to the Kabbalah, is that when it arose in God’s will to create the world, He first had to withdraw Himself, leaving a void. To create the world, God first had to create an empty space.
And so we might say: The first act of creation is not a mark, it is the nullification of the infinity that exists before the first mark. To make a mark is to remember that we are finite. It is to break, or violate, the illusion that we are nature that goes around in a loop forever. But it is also a confirmation of our knowledge and freedom, which is all we have in this world.
Sincerely,
Nicole Krauss
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