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purrincess-chat · 3 years

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH27

What are Marinette and Chloe going to do now that they’re in cahoots? Find out below~

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Chapter 27: Better Than Revenge

“I’m surprised to see you here, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloe said as Jean Luke poured their tea.

Marinette averted her gaze the way Adrien always did when he came over. People with morals really were annoying.

“Lila’s gone too far. I can’t turn a blind eye and watch my friends get walked over,” she said. “This afternoon, she-”

“Look, I’ve already agreed to help you. I don’t need the whole sob story.” Chloe held up a hand.

“Where were you today anyway? I didn’t see you at the Louvre,” Marinette asked.

“I needed a spa day, so I conned Adrien into taking notes for me.” Chloe examined her perfectly manicured nails. “I see you’ve changed your mind about the status of those brats in your life.”

Marinette sighed. “They’re my friends, or at least, they were at one point. I hate seeing Lila blatantly manipulate them for her own selfish gain.”

“Yes, yes, I’ve got that much, how noble, now what are you thinking? I say we invite her onto a ‘game show’ only in reality it’s a trap we’ve set up where we’ll get a bunch of celebrities to diss her on live television.” Chloe took a sip with a wicked grin.

“Look, I’m agreeing to help you, but we need to set up some ground rules first,” Marinette said.

Chloe sat back with a groan, crossing her arms over her chest. “Fine, what?”

“I want everyone to find out that she’s a liar, yes, but I don’t want to be needlessly cruel.” Chloe rolled her eyes, but Marinette continued, “We need to be smart about this, or else she’ll just play the victim.”

Chloe thought back to their previous failed attempts and pursed her lips. “Fine. Anything else?”

“Yes. Secondly, and most importantly, Adrien cannot find out that I’m helping you,” she said. The corners of Chloe’s lips twitched into a smirk. “I’m serious, Chloe. Don’t tell him.”

Chloe eyed her for a long moment, debating whether or not to say anything when another knock pounded on her door, and Jean Claude moved to answer it. She squared her shoulders, lifting her teacup to her lips with a sly grin.

“I won’t tell him.” She vowed as Jean Mark unlatched the lock. “You can tell him yourself.”

“Okay, Lila has gone too far this time. I’m ready to do things-” Adrien stormed into the room, stopping short when he laid eyes on Marinette, “-your way… Marinette?”

“Adrien?”

“What are you doing here?” They said in unison.

Adrien’s eyebrows furrowed, and he flicked his gaze between Marinette and Chloe.

“I was just-”

“Oh, save it you two!” Chloe interjected with a groan. “Adrien texted me earlier; Dupain-Cheng just showed up at my door, and now you’re both here for the same reason.”

“I know we promised to stay out of it, but Lila has gone too far.” Adrien flashed Marinette pathetic puppy eyes. “I’m sorry for going behind your back.”

“No, you’re right. Lila has to be stopped. That’s why I went behind your back too,” Marinette said. “Forgive me?”

“Of course!”

“Ugh, if you two start kissing, I’m gonna throw up,” Chloe moaned. “So, what’s the plan? I can get a crate addressed to the middle of the Amazon here in the next 20 minutes.”

“Ship her to Egypt for all I care!” Adrien threw his arms out in exasperation.

Chloe reached for her phone with an excited grin that deflated upon seeing Marinette’s contemplative frown.

“Don’t even try to convince us. It’s two against one unless you’ve got a better idea.”

“As fun as it would be, I’m pretty sure that’s highly illegal,” Marinette said pointedly.

“Buzzkill.” Chloe slumped, letting her phone fall back to her lap.

“We need to figure out a way to help everyone realize the truth and prevent her from ever lying again.” Marinette tapped her chin.

“Perfect. Do you want to call Jagged Stone, or should I?” Chloe picked up her phone again.

“You saw how well your interview with Ladybug went. Everyone knows I have an in with Jagged, so exposing her will only make us look like the bad guys for ganging up on her.” Marinette shook her head.

“Don’t you think she more than deserves it? After everything she’s done to you, Marinette, and especially after today with what happened.” Adrien winced. “Look, normally I’m with you, but Lila is evil. She can’t be saved.”

“No, but our friends can.” Marinette turned to face him. “Regardless of how obvious her lies are and how many times we’ve tried to tell them the truth, they’re being manipulated, and it’s going to break their hearts when they find out.”

Adrien held her gaze, pursing his lips, but after a moment, he nodded.

“Okay, you’re right.” He gestured for her to take the lead.

“What? You’re switching sides on me? Traitor!” Chloe shot forward with a gasp, though she shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Chloe, I’m not suggesting doing nothing, just doing something smarter,” Marinette said. ��

“Like?” Chloe cocked a brow, and Marinette took a thoughtful sip of tea. She really hated how methodical Marinette could be.

“Well, I sort of have half an idea.” Marinette set the cup down. “You and Adrien have a lot of power and money as do a lot of my new friends, and today at lunch when they were talking about Christmas with royalty and charity trips I had a thought: What if we recreate all of Lila’s lies ourselves as truths for the whole world to see?”

“That way when news trickles down to the school they’ll realize that Lila never did any of those things.” Adrien finished, and Marinette nodded. “That’s genius! We’ll have all the proof, and Lila will be forced to admit that she lied without us ever having to confront her.”

“And we get to help people along the way and bring some good from this messy situation.” Marinette added.

“I always knew you were brilliant, mon ange.” Adrien lifted her hand to his lips, gaze soft and disgustingly affectionate. Chloe wanted to barf.

“I still prefer making her disappear, but I guess your idea could work too.” Chloe relented with a huff. Anything to get them out of her suite. She still couldn’t believe Adrien actually fell for her of all people. “It’s the most Marinette way you could have suggested. Always trying to make the world a better place, so annoying.”

“I’ll talk to my friends tomorrow at school and come up with a plan of action. It’s a lot of work, but I think this way Lila will have nowhere left to run. She’ll have to own up,” Marinette said.

“I’m behind you all the way.” Adrien gave her hand a squeeze.

Chloe stood up, clapping her hands. If she had to sit through any more of their cooing, she was going to break out in hives.

“Wonderful, now if you two don’t mind I’m late for a date with a hot stone massage.” She waved her arms in a ‘shoo’ motion, so Marinette and Adrien took their leave. “Jean Clarke, tell the cage guy to be ready on standby. Just in case.”

“Yes, mademoiselle.”

♪♫♪ Call It What You Want ♪♫♪

The slam of Chloe’s suite door echoed in the hall with a bang, and Marinette rubbed her temple with a sigh. Was one normal day so much to ask for? Marinette thought she was getting out of this mess when she changed schools, but somehow she kept getting dragged in deeper.

Adrien slipped his fingers into hers and tugged her toward the stairs. “I think you and I have a lot to talk about.”

He remained quiet for the first flight, lips screwed into a pensive frown. Should she speak first? What would she even say? They’d both gone behind each other’s backs to see Chloe, but they’d done it to protect each other. All she wanted was one perfect day with him, but it seemed that the closer they got to each other, the more complicated everything around them became. His silence ate at her as they rounded the second flight, but halfway down he finally spoke.

“I know you didn’t want to get involved with Lila, which is why I came here today. Even if Lila hadn’t pulled that stunt at the end, I’d already texted Chloe to start again.” He lowered his gaze to his feet. “You must be disappointed in me.”

“Adrien,” Marinette said, tightening her grip on his hand. “I came here without you too, ya know. Lila isn’t giving us the option to stay out of it anymore. She’s not going to stop unless we do something.”

“I know.” Adrien stopped and pulled her into his arms. “I just can’t stand to see you so broken and upset. Just when I started to think that things were going to be okay, she goes on the offensive again. Sometimes I feel like we’re never going to win.”

“We will. One day Lila won’t be able to touch us.” Marinette assured him.

He pulled back with a tortured frown. “That wasn’t how I wanted things to happen earlier. I didn’t want our first kiss to be so heavy. I was hoping that tonight… I planned something for us, but now I feel like everything is ruined.”

“You planned something?” Marinette quirked a brow, heart fluttering.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I was hoping we could have dinner at my place and finally celebrate your designs for Clara. We could still go—if you want. Everything is set up.”

Marinette’s cheeks warmed, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her prince was always looking out for her. She leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“I’d love to.”

♪♫♪ Fun Tonight ♪♫♪

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”

Nino flicked his gaze over to Alya as she set a tray of juice on the desk. She crossed the room to sit beside him on the bed, and Nino buried his face in his knees.

“What did I do wrong? I was right there, she could have come to me,” he said.

“I never painted Ladybug as the type of person to take her anger out on other people, but I guess it’s true when they say no one’s perfect.” Alya remarked bitterly. “But if she wants to be that way then, who cares? We don’t need superpowers.”

“But having superpowers was awesome! Fighting crime with Ladybug and Chat Noir was totally legit!” Nino lifted his head with a frown.

“Well, what kind of hero is Ladybug if she turns her back on real heroes? If she puts hurt feelings over the safety of the city? We never gave her a reason not to trust us,” Alya said.

“You used to look up to her, Alya.” Nino sat back and looked her up and down. “Now you’ve deleted your blog, and you sound like you hate her.”

“Can you blame me? After how she treated Lila and now she’s taking it out on us?” Alya shook her head. “She’s not the person I thought she was.”

“Al…” Nino lowered his gaze. “I know you’re hurt, but I’m worried about you. You’re always stressed and exhausted and angry nowadays ever since…since you and Lila started hanging out more.”

“At least Lila hasn’t turned her back on me!” Alya snapped. She knew exactly what he omitted.

Ever since Marinette left.

Nino sighed, placing his hand over hers. “It’s been a long day. Let’s not fight, okay?”

“Sorry, I’m just all riled up from this afternoon.” Alya crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against his shoulder. “Lila says her ankle still hurts.”

“Do you really think Marinette pushed her?” Nino asked. “I mean, I know Marinette has been kind of a loose cannon lately, and their beef runs deep, but I’ve known Marinette a long time. She’s not the type to hurt someone.”

“She hurt me,” Alya mumbled.

“Don’t you think this feud has gone on long enough? There has to be some middle ground somewhere. I mean, I lost my best bud too,” Nino said. “I miss the way things were before all of this. Don’t you?”

“Nino…” Alya lowered her gaze, then nuzzled in closer. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

Nino sighed, and Alya sat up, cupping his cheek. His eyes swirled with unease that only added to Alya’s reservoir of guilt, but he didn’t argue further. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her in.

“Then let’s not talk.”

#mdcspr #marinette dupain-cheng's spite playlist remix #my writing #every time i open this chapter i get better than revenge stuck in my head

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poptod · 3 years

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Ivory Haunting Pt. 3 (Ahkmenrah X Reader)

Description: Maybe there’s more left of what you used to be than you thought.

Notes: this poor boy is so stupid, he gets a slave and the first thing he does is flirt and share wine with them, who tf does that WC: 1.8k

This should feel new, but it doesn't. Damn the reverence, damn the love, that warmth in your chest is for no one but him. Isn't he the only one that exists to you now? Who else do you talk to? The other slaves, the servants who look down on you, the rulers of the earth you live upon?

You're not sure when the obsession started – maybe you were born with it, but you know right when it began to take over your life. He was always beautiful––you saw him as a child being paraded through the streets and even then, even then when you met his eye your heart nearly burst out of your chest. Now you're here, knelt before him, a gift from another man to him.

He doesn't look all that impressed with you. You wouldn't be either. Standing tall above you, he's an image of royalty, beautiful and chilling to the deepest parts of your core. He isn't human here, in this room – he is the son of Gods, righteous and cunning. A shiver runs down your spine when he does as little as tilt his head in curiosity.

"... you're giving me a slave?" He asks slowly, eyes leaving you to drag up to your owner with an unimpressed glare.

"Yes, my best one," your owner says, which he says about every person he sells. You know the lie by heart – claim that just because you're Persian you're some sort of foreign royalty. All of his slaves come from Persia. It's where he hunts.

Just as expected he recites the lie, tilting your face upwards to showcase your features that differ from their own. Your long, thick hair that hasn't been cut in years, your darkened eyes, even the curve of your nose. You don't know how your master has managed to pinpoint all these things on your face.

At this point you don't even know what you should fear; staying with your master, or leaving with the Prince. Despite having memorized the young Prince's face during the many parades of the royal family, you know close to nothing about him, and you certainly don't know how he treats his slaves. You don't know if he's a kind person – you know he could hurt you, but so did your master. He could sell you, but so has your master.

"Very well," the Prince says with a hint of disdain, waving over one of his soldiers to take the chain from your master. "It will work in lieu of payment, but I will not be so lenient next time. You will need to have your grain ready."

"Thank you, my Prince," says the master, and those are the last words you ever hear him say.

They yank on your chain and you rattle forward, following the Prince with the quiet footsteps you've learned to make. You don't dare make a sound, so you don't ask where you're going when you're not immediately taken to the palace. Instead you realize, albeit very slowly, that the Prince is going around a sector of Memphis to collect taxes. It makes sense that your master sold you – you haven't eaten in days because of his dwindling supply of grain.

You're more used to the beating sun than the Prince––which doesn't surprise you, considering the amount of manual labor you've done––and when he tires of his duties and the heat he retreats back up to the glittering palace with you in tow. What does surprise you is that he dismisses his guards, taking your chain into his own hands as he leads you through the maze of a palace. The biggest building you'd been in before was one of the temples, one built for Bastet and used by a small congregation of people. This, though – there are so many hallways, so many rooms, so many people, and the Prince knows exactly where he's going.

He leads you to his room––of course he does––and drops the chain the second the door locks behind you. There's a blush on your face, there has to be going by the way your heart beats erratically, pushing on the balance of your breath and the stillness of your eyes. You twitch in nervousness, flickering to every little thing in the room.

The paintings up on the walls tell much kinder stories than those put up in the palace hallways or in the temples of Ra and Horus. Here, instead of the stories of Gods, lies images of the Pharaoh himself and his family. Alongside the image of the Prince sit pools of water, fringed by lines of fruitful bushes that broadcast both the wealth of the artist and of the family. The furniture follows much of the same style – lined with gold, decorated intricately, and each piece worth more than yourself.

"What's your name?" He asks you, his back turned as he keeps his attention at his desk. You can't see what he's doing.

You can't hear your own answer. Muffled against your thoughts.

"Was he telling the truth?"

"... what?" You stumble, bound hands curling up against your chest as anxiousness once more seizes your fingers. When he turns you can't breathe – he looks right at you, and for the first time you make eye contact. It boils an unease in your stomach. In each hand he holds a chalice of sorts, swirling with red wine.

"Are you royalty? Are you even Persian?" He asks in a lax tone, leaning back against his desk in a way that both confuses and calms you. In the very least it seems he's not in a mood to hurt you.

"I am Persian," you answer honestly, your voice soft with your own placitude, "but I can't say I was ever royal."

"Mm," he hums, "I didn't think so. No matter – what specialty shall I place you in? Labor.. cleaning..."

He drifts off in thought as his eyes glaze over, attempting to recall the many jobs of slaves in Memphis. You don't bother to list off the ones you know, even though your list is much longer than what he's stated, as you don't want him to remember the more unpleasant of the bunch.

"Let's see," he says.

When did he get so close to you? Last you checked he was on the other side of the room, but now you're standing right up against him, cheeks burning as his eyes rake up and down your form.

The edge of his lip quirks upwards, showcasing a small smirk as his fingers reach out to touch your arm. He runs them up your skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he observes you – you and your uneven breath. You know he's checking you. He stated his purpose up front, and now he's looking over you, wondering what kind of labor you're used to. Where the muscles have formed. The sensitive parts of your body.

"I think you'll do well as a personal servant," he finally decides, though it doesn't look like the decision was all that much persuaded by the parts of your body that he felt. It feels more like a flimsy excuse.

"A personal servant?" You clarify in an uneven voice.

"Mhm. Have you ever done that before?"

"No," you mumble.

"Don't worry. You're in good hands," he says, but you're not sure if you should let that be a comfort. "Stay close to me," he commands, "and that way I will always be there to protect you. Yes?"

You barely speak the word but the movement of your lips is apparently enough.

"Be wary of my brothers, and never go into the cellars without me," he warns you. You nod, almost eagerly. "Do you have a family?"

It's a difficult question considering the origins of your move from Persia to Egypt, but the simple answer is no, not anymore.

"Then you'll stay here. With me."

He takes the cups from where he had set them, handing one to you and sipping from the other.

"Yes, my Prince."

It's that.

There it is––or, there it was. That's where you remember this feeling, the feeling of ultimate longing for something unknown, someone new, someone you know is inherently safe despite not knowing a thing about him. It occurs to you all at once, but unlike other memories it doesn't play like a movie. Instead you find it hidden in the corner of your mind, tucked away for God knows how long, desperate to be felt again. When you find it, it doesn't feel like yourself. You suppose that's too much to ask of ancient magic.

The more you think about the historical value of this core memory, the more interesting it becomes. You had, of course, always known that part of the ancient world resided within Ahk, but he never willingly told you anything unless it was about yourself. Maybe he wanted you to remember naturally, and if so it certainly worked.

"What do you think?"

How many times has this happened now, where you space out entirely, leaving your body to experience some other sensation of life? It happens a lot in his presence – he must be sick of you.

"... what?" You ask softly, brow furrowing in confusion. Even now you can't meet his eye.

"The wine, dearest. What do you think?"

You look down and there's a glass in your hand, lip marks already on the edge.

"I –– sorry, I..." you take a moment to taste the wine again, the flavor having already fallen dull on your tongue. It's nothing special, but it's smooth, and you know he likes those types of wines. You nod and he beams.

He sits you down––just the two of you, and you sit shoulder to shoulder on the velvet lounge. Most of the time you sit on the floor, or on the stool in the corner, but apparently not tonight. No, tonight he has some sort of desire to be close to you, to reward you with an affection he purposefully holds back.

You open your mouth to speak, but before any sound comes out you shut it. There’s no advice to be given in your situation, so you’re split between informing him of your vision and keeping him in the dark. Thus far he's been in the full belief that you recall nothing from the past. Thus far he's been right.

I don't need to bother him with that, you eventually decide. After all, you're still just his servant – you don't need to bring up trivial things. Especially not when he pulls you into him, resting his cheek atop your head as a long sigh escapes him.

You could exist like this for eternity.

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek #rami malek character #ahkmenrah x male reader #ahkmenrah x female reader

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zoe-oneesama · 4 years

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Serving up some LOOKS! I love Mylene's Ivan sweatshirt! Would you be willing to talk about what sort of style elements you use for each character? (If you already have and I haven't found it, please ignore the question, that's on me)

I mostly did this for Mendeleiev’s class back when Punch was starting Leave for Mendeleiev, and I did a small run down for how the Main 5 fashion will change in Scarlet Lady, but not Bustier’s class sooooo:

Marinette -[I’m copy/pasting from an earlier ask]- When she likes a color, she sticks with it. She has a versatile wardrobe, but pink must always be present. She has the hardest to nail style because she experiments all the time, but no matter what she doesn’t feel comfortable unless she has an outer layer. Summer, Winter, Shorts, Pants, she needs to the comfort of a jacket - for Tikki to hide in when her purse isn’t appropriate.

Adrien -[Also C/P]- Basic B*tch. He thinks he’s fancier than he is. Oh sure, his clothes are well tailored to him and fit well, but they’re basic as hell. Gabriel isn’t as “innovative” as he thinks he is. Most of his clothes have the Gabriel logo and he sticks to the brand…because Adrien has no fashion sense whatsoever. Oh, he knows in theory what works and can put an outfit together, but he doesn’t want to. If it were up to him, he’d wear tshirts with physics puns and cat themed jackets. But alas, when one is an icon…

Alya -[C/P]- Mom Vibes. Fashion is not her priority. She knows enough to do good for her figure, but otherwise can’t really be bothered. Flannels and jeans in varying heights and a snappy tshirt are all she needs. But she is drawn to things that remind her at least of superheroes or superpowers. Her ridiculous high tops with the spiky tongue? She thinks it makes her look fast. She’s also the one who’s going to embarrass Marinette by wearing trendy but “garbage” fashion: fanny packs, Jellies, ugs with sweatpants. Dammit Alya, you’re a beautiful human being, do you mind NOT dressing like a hobo on vacation?! (Secretly her favorite outfits are from Martinique, but she saves them for special occasions).

Nino -[C/P]- Precious trash goblin. Wash your shirts and the neckline won’t be so worn out! He likes graphic tees with his favorite bands and DJs logos on them (he’s partial to ones without the name of the band or DJ so he can find other fans) and prefers things to be loose. He’s also drawn to colors and he’s super chill when his “garbage” girlfriend rolls up to a date looking like she’s going to an amusement part with her four kids, because it means she can’t dump on him for not looking “put together” (she would never!). He’ll try to dress up every now and then for a fancier date or when Adrien manages to snag him a spot at an event with him, but it’s pretty clear he’s uncomfortable without his hat and headphones. He has a few Moroccan outfits that he brings out in the Summer.

Chloe - Expensive Fashion Forward Chic. She made a staple out of shaming anyone else who dared to wear her favorite color yellow over the years. She was extremely smug about being the first in her grade to experiment with makeup that she never bothered to get good at it. Her clothes are expensive with just a smidge of impractical - only someone with cash to burn would constantly wear white pants! She’s also the kind of person to put off dressing for the cold as long as she can- if she puts on all these jackets and layers, how will these peasants see my brand name clothes underneath?! A lot of her fashion decisions are based on long forgotten advice from her mother - gold over silver jewelry, always have something on your head, brand or nothing. She’ll only abandon a well worn trend if her mother directly contradicts it.

Sabrina - Nerdy, geeky, almost like she’s wearing a uniform. She’s preparing to be Chloe’s assistant best friend for life so she has to look the part. She’s long abandoned any hope of shining next to Chloe, so being flashy and showy is out of the question. Luckily, Chloe isn’t drawn to patterns, so that’s a field of fashion that Sabrina can claim for her own. Doesn’t matter where it is, something she’s wearing needs to have a pattern. Leggings are her favorite accessory and she’s taken to collecting Chat Noir merch (though it’s less out of admiration for the hero himself and more for her “role” with Chloe. It reminds her of the rare times when Chloe acts like they’re friends.)

Mylene - Bohemian, and a touch artsy. Peace is important to her and her vibe reflects that. She’s not super up for showing a lot of skin, but neither are a lot of girls in her class. She leans towards a muted color palette so that her hair doesn’t clash, though she usually tries to match one piece of clothing to some color in her hair. Her accessories are a bit childish and kitchy, like her monster head bead, and she has a huge collection of hair accessories, like bandannas and headbands. She has a lot of different passions with various levels of seriousness, so she’ll come to Marinette for advice on how to use her wardrobe to fit the level of professionalism she wants.

Alix - Sporty but on the lazier side. Fashion is such an anti priority. She’s the one Marinette will go to for her more out there ideas because she has no recoil to pants made of buckles or shapeless over shirts, but that’s as far as it goes. Her clothes are made to be weather resistant and easy to slip on (and so that her dad won’t be pissed if she wipes out and rips something). If it were up to her, she’d just shop out of thrift stores and pick out all the color blocked 80s windbreakers, but when your whole squad is held together by a fashion designer, you can only get away with so much. Her nicest clothes are made by Marinette for her professional races and competitions and her favorites have nods to Egypt mythology and history.

Ivan - Punk but like…beginners guide to punk. Let’s be honest, when you’re built like a brick house, shopping is hard - or at least not that much fun. Ditto when you’re a dude that just…doesn’t particularly care. Ivan has a bunch of cargo pants because they fit, they’re grungy, and they’re practical. SO MANY POCKETS!!! Beyond that, like Nino, he prefers to wear band shirts of his favorite groups. His hiking boots are the nicest things he owns and he has a few bracelets that he only brings out when he’s “dressing up”. The most colorful thing he owns is a hoodie/pants set from the Cartoon Monster Show that Mylene’s hair bead is modeled after.

Kim - Sporty and Serious. Sweatpants and running shoes. That’s the make of his wardrobe. After all, you need to be able to challenge anyone to a race at ANY TIME!! Dressing up for him means putting on a pair of jeans, and he’s pretty much always under dressed but also completely oblivious to the fact. Red is his favorite color and he’s partial to that one brand of sports wear that’s on his hoodie-shirt and sweatband. If something is waterproof (and therefore, sweatproof) he’ll give it a try AS LONG AS IT’S REEEEED!!!

Max - Geek Fashion. Max dresses like he’s already 65 years old, and with his best friend being Kim? He might be. He has invested in some good walking shoes because when your bestie is running off at any and every moment, you gotta do SOMETHING to keep up. His pants are higher up than most guys and his shirts are always tucked in. He prefers sweaters over sweatshirts and cardigans to jackets. We are comfortable in this house, not trendy!

Juleka - Electro Goth. Black is the main attraction, but she likes that punch of something neon - purple, green, even blue (Rose can tell she’s feeling romantic when she puts on some pink). She’s tall and likes clothes that accentuate that and she’s a fan of the details - shoulder cuts, lace inserts, epaulets. And despite covering half her face, she’s really into makeup (and she’s way better than Chloe). Does she have colored contacts? She’ll never tell.

Rose - Decora Kei is probably the best shortcut to describing her look, followed by Kawaii Fashion. Doesn’t matter if she burns to look at, she IS the embodiment of soft and cute! Obviously pink is her favorite color, bu she also likes pairing it with some other bright colors. Rainbows. Are. EVERYTHING. And she’s a sucker for bunnies and strawberries and angel wings ^^! How else is she supposed to have an amazing day if she’s not decked out in sunshine?!

Nathaniel - Basic but like Colorful Basic. He definitely hopped the skinny jeans phase and will continue to do so until he finally grows a bit. He holds onto clothes pretty long because there’s only so many times you can buy new shirts after getting paint and charcoal on them before you just stop caring. He aims for durability instead of fashionable, but also collects clothes with the logo from the show he likes. (And no one knows about his secret Ladybug merch collection that he only wears around his house).

Lila - Gyaru was the search term I used. She’s one of the few with a not super saturated color palette, sticking to dark neutrals. She’s drawn to patterns, like polka dots and zebra prints, and tries to balance it with neutral colors. Plus anything that makes her seem “exotic” and foreign and more interesting, she’ll wear (as long as it’s stylish enough for her.) She cleverly toes the line between fashionable and trashy, showing just enough skin or using a just flashy enough pattern. Every piece she wears she’s crafted a whole story around how she got it, like her bracelets being a gift from street kids in Belize or her earrings being a prize she won when impressing an East Asian Prince.

#fashion #ask zoe #ml #miraculous ladybug

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marlettwrites · 5 years

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So for Kul/Jude (of course) how would you do space au with an interrupted declaration of love?

Ugghhh yes, I love you. Okay.

The first time he tried to say it, they were on The Rubi, hurtling through space towards a planet only known to exist for certain in myths and fairytales. Limited room on their ship had forced them into the largest of three sleeping quarters. It was a small room, with two cots crammed inside and little else. They sat opposite each other.

Kul heard the telltale signs of Jude gathering blankets for what would undoubtedly become a very comfortable nest. He hugged his own pillow to his chest, trying to come up with a way to put how he felt into words.

Nothing came to mind that didn’t come across as overly cheesy or completely ridiculous, so Kul stayed silent.

My chest explodes when you- no, he’ll take it too literally. When we touch, it’s like fire and- no, that’s stupid. I hear you talk and it’s like… happiness? Gods. Absolutely not.

Say it. Just say it.

“Jude, I really-” Kul began just as Jude said,

“Kul, look at -” Jude cut himself off. “Oh. Sorry. I interrupted.”

“No no, you go first. My thing can wait,” Kul said quickly, grateful for the excuse to put off that particular conversation.

“Oh. Okay. Well, I made this fort and I had to use your blankets too. Sorry. But we can share it if you want! It’s small, but I think we’ll both fit. Or, actually, it might be better if I just took it down. You probably don’t want to be stuck in there with me, huh? This was a bad idea. Sorry.”

Before he’d even finished his sentence, Kul heard Jude tugging at the topmost blankets on his fort.

“Wait!’

The sound of shifting fabric abruptly stopped.

“I don’t mind sharing the fort. Just for tonight.”

The silence Jude stranded him in seemed to last for ages.

“Oh. Okay.”

The fort was indeed cramped, but Kul refused to complain. How could he, when Jude was so comfortably nestled against his chest?

Kul rubbed soft circles into his back while he thought. He would take his time, Kul decided. Next time, he’d say it, and he’d say it right no matter the outcome. But for now..

For now, he’d enjoy moments like this.

Details about the world of this AU below, because I want to save you all from a neverending scroll.

Some more stuff I’ve decided about this AU because... fuckin’... Space Gays are a trope now, right? Like... Steven Universe, Red VS Blue, VLD (even though that show got progressively worse and the rep was horrible. I still love the characters and the start of the story. Fite me. Okay I’m sorry, Moving on now...), She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, like... Space Gays. Space Gays everywhere.

Kul is still a prince, and Egypt is still a nation on their planet.

Egypt has the most advanced space program (HORUS) and Kul is just. Really Excited to become an expert Sailor.

No one wants to let him because he’s blind, and his father is arguably the worst person on this front ( ‘Even if you could see, how are you going to govern our people from space? Space, Kul! Use your head!)

The Kingdom of Thieves is a gang based on a distant moon that is difficult enough to navigate to and reach that very few crews have managed to get there, and none ever return. The Thieves steal ship parts and make their own space vehicles and other mechanisms that they use to. You know. Steal stuff with.

No one knows if said pilots and scientists actually reached the moon or not, except the Thieves who sure as hell won’t tell anyone else. You can guess why they don’t come back.

Everything about Jude’s imprisonment and escape are the same, including the healing powers.

This time his healing powers come from his being like. An Actual Alien (there aren’t enough physical differences for anyone to actually come to that conclusion though. People comment that it’s weird he has green eyes instead of brown or black, but that’s about it).

(E.T Phone Home. Lol)

Punt is a planet that no one believes actually exists (except Braheem because he’s been there, but again, no one believes him).

Punt is still in the center of the Red Sea, but the Red Sea is a ruby-colored nebula that is so dangerous to navigate and so thick with debris that no members of any space station have ever dared try. It’s often said (usually as a grim joke) that the Red Sea is red because it’s stained with the blood of foolish Sailors who flew too close.

This also plays in to why no one believes in Punt outside of Egyptian myth: it’s said to be a very small planet, so even if it did exist once upon a time, the constant barrage of debris would tear the planet to pieces (unless there was some magical force stopping that from happening, but everyone knows magic isn’t real).

There are also rumors of fearsome beasts that swim in the Sea, protecting the planet, but that’s just ridiculous right? Humans have been exploring deep space for centuries, and never come across other life forms, let alone anything able to survive in the vacuum of space.

Braheem is a Sailor who graduated from the HORUS space program. He used to be the leader of some important research project, but messed up somewhere along the line and was stripped of his rank. He somehow ended up on Kingdom, and refuses to tell anyone, even Jude, how or why he’s there.

His ship was stripped for parts, so he had to spend several years rebuilding in secret before he could sneak Jude out.

Akela is still a bounty hunter who operates exactly the way you’d expect.

Hathor still sculpts, but this time with metal. And wires. And mainframes. She builds robots, is what I’m getting at here.

Jude has a Deep And Profound Longing For The Stars. Specifically, that one weird red area that no one likes to talk about.

Jude and Kul bond over their mutual desire to explore space, although Kul thinks Jude is absolutely fucking bonkers if he really believes he’s going to survive the Red Sea.

And now they’re on a ship heading for that general area, but they’ll turn soon, right? Okay, so Kul overheard Jude and Braheem talking about what they’re going to do first when they all get to Punt, but that must have been a joke, right?

The ship hasn’t changed direction in two weeks, and according to Hathor, they’re still headed straight for the red blotch of death. It’s been a month now. Jude has confided in Kul that he’s nervous about visiting a new planet. Braheem’s voice rings out over the loudspeaker, calling for all hands on deck due to the fact that they’re about to enter the Red Sea.

Gods fucking dammit, what the hell did he get himself into?

(To clarify: No one ever tried to hide the fact that they were flying to Punt from Kul. He just assumed it was an elaborate prank and they were going somewhere else. Like Gobi, which was already partially colonized and quite nice that time of year, and oh gods, we’re all going to die)

This got. Very Long, so I’m going to stop before I get too deep into it.

#ACOH #answer #ACOH AU #AU #A Curse of Healing #Alternate universe #space au #jude #kul #marlettwrites #writing #mywriting #my writing #actual writing #marlett

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a nefertiri mix - the ten commandments fandom - arranged by ducksbellorum

My Heart Beats Like A Drum : ATC Nefretiri: “The trumpets tell all the world he’s come back to me. Hear them. And all their shouts are drowned by the beating of my heart.” My heart beats like a drum, like a drum Dam dam dam, dam dam dam, And my feet stamp the beat like a drum Dam dam dam, dam dam dam Prince of Parties : Flight of the Conchords Nefretiri: “Who is this fair young god come into the house of Pharaoh?” You’re a picture of the devil’s daughter I’m a pitcher of holy water Oh pretty prince of parties, Where’s the party now? Jezebel : Iron and Wine Bithia: “Marry her if you can, my son, but never fall in love with her.” Who’s seen Jezebel? She was born to be the woman we could blame Make me a beast half as brave I’d be the same Oops, I Did It Again : Britney Spears Nefretiri: “Did you think my kiss was a promise of what you’ll have? No, my pompous one. It is to let you know what you will not have.” I think I did it again I made you believe, we’re more than just friends Oh baby, it might seem like a crush But it doesn’t mean that I’m serious The World is Not Enough : Garbage Nefretiri: “You will be king of Egypt and I will be your footstool.” The world is not enough But it is such a perfect place to start…my love And if you’re strong enough Together we can take the world apart…my love Don’t Know Much : Linda Ronstadt and Aaron Neville Nefretiri: “I love you. That’s the only truth I know.” Look at this man so blessed with inspiration Look at this soul still searching for salvation I don’t know much but I know I love you That may be all I need to know Supervixen : Garbage Nefretiri: “Worship whatever gods you please, so long as I can worship you.” Make a whole new religion A falling star that you cannot live without And I’ll feed your obsession There’ll be nothing but this thing that you’ll never doubt World Spins Madly On : The Weepies Nefretiri: “I will not live if you must die!” Woke up and wished that I was dead With an aching in my head I lay motionless in bed I thought of you and where you’d gone Fistful of Sand : The Bravery Rameses: “I know that when I hold you in my arms, it will be his face you see, not mine.” Nefretiri: “Yes. Only his face.” I am staring straight into your eyes You never turn away or tell me lies But you are with some other man while I am lying next to you And there is nothing I can do, you are gone Remember Me (Recuerdame) : Celtic Thunder Sethi: “You have been my joy.” Nefretiri: “And you my only love.” Sethi: “Aha. Now you’re cheating. There was another.” In all this world I could never find, The love that I had to leave behind. But duty calls, so whate'er befalls, Remember me, recuerdame, mi amore. We Might As Well Be Strangers : Keane Moses’ return to Egypt I don’t know your thoughts these days We’re strangers in an empty space I don’t understand your heart It’s easier to be apart The More You Ruv Someone : Avenue Q Nefretiri: “I cursed you. Each time Rameses took me in his arms, I cursed you, not him. Because I love you.” The more you love someone, The more he make you crazy. The more you love someone, The more you wishing him dead! Don’t Cha : Pussycat Dolls Nefretiri: “Why must you deny me and yourself?” Moses: “Because I am bound to a God, and to a people, and to a shepherd girl.” Nefretiri: “A shepherd girl? What can she be to you?” Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Puppet : The Saturdays Nefretiri: “You told Moses to make bricks without straw, now he tells you to make cities without bricks. Who is the slave, and who is the Pharaoh?” You’ll do anything I want you to Don’t move, unless of course I ask you to So bring me back something nice Something that I’ll like Girlfriend : Avril Lavigne Nefretiri: “You’re the shepherd girl Moses married.” Sephora: “The Queen of Egypt is beautiful, as he told me.” She’s like so whatever You could do so much better I think we should get together now And that’s what everyone’s talking about! Power of Love : Luther Vandross Nefretiri: “Your love for me is stronger than the power of any god.” When I say goodbye it is never for long ‘Cause I know our love still lives on It will be again exactly like it was 'Cause I believe in the power of love Evening on the Ground : Iron and Wine Rameses: “You care nothing for my throne. Or my son.” Nefretiri: “I asked Moses for his life.” Rameses: “The shadow of death is on his face.” Nefretiri: “No, he will not die.” Evening on the ground And there is no one else around So you will blame me Blame me for the rocks and baby bones Death of the First Born : The Prince of Egypt Soundtrack (I know, I know, I just had to) Nefretiri: “He’s dead.” [Instrumental] Te Amo : Rihanna Nefretiri: “He spurned me, like a strumpet in the street. I, Nefretiri, queen of Egypt! All that you wanted from me he would not even take.” Then she said “te amo” Then she put her hand around my waist I told her no, she cried “te amo” I told her I’ll never run away, but let me go Evil Woman : Electric Light Orchestra Nefretiri: “Bring it back to me, stained with his blood.” Rameses: “I will. To mingle with your own.” Evil woman, how you done me wrong But now you’re tryin’ to wail a different song Ha ha, funny how you broke me up You made the wine now you drink the cup Still Alive : Jonathan Coulton Nefretiri: “You couldn’t even kill him.” I’m not even angry. I’m being so sincere right now. Even though you broke my heart. And killed me

#the ten commandments #nefertiri #ten commandments film #fanmix #anne baxter

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God Forgot Us (And the Devil Didn't Want Us) {Soulmate AU} [1]

Relationship: Egyptian Prince!Rami Malek X Guard!Male!Reader

Summary: You had never thought that on your third guard shift you would be sent to look after the prince.He wasn’t just any of the princes, no he was next in line for the throne! The soon to be pharaoh is said to be callous, cruel, but meeting him, you find he isn’t that at all. In fact, he’s pretty harmless! (Reshef is Rami in this. I changed it because Rami was not a popular nae in 2400 BCE Egypt!)

Warnings: Allusions to sex, maybe some cursing I don’t really remember, and ANGST! This entire series revolves around angst.

Word Count: 5,505

A/N: Hello hello again! And welcome to my Soulmate (ish) series! That’s right! This is the first part of a fifteen part series! Each chapter will be about this length, with new personalities every time, and a rotating cast of characters, and villains! I didn’t post anything yesterday because of the tumblr protest, but I’m back, and because I didn’t post yesterday, I’m posting the whole first chapter today! Moodboard for this is by @geeky-edits! Thank you so much! You should check them out, their moodboards are incredible! Anyways, please enjoy, and please reblog, it helps so much! <3

EGYPT 2400 BCE

“I can not believe this…” you mumble to yourself as you make your way through the large palace. “I get assigned to the prince…” You had been in the palace for all of two guard shifts, when the Great Pharaoh called you in to the throne room. You were nervous, you had never been in the presence of the Pharaoh, and your heart was pounding as he told you your assignment. To watch over the young prince.

You grumble to yourself as you pass the women and men who worked in the palace. Some of the chamber women who pass you laugh as you mumble to yourself about the prince. Everyone who talked to you about the prince said how mean he was to his guards, and how he always seemed to drive them away.

You skid to a halt outside of the prince's room, and look at the large stone doors that keep you from your new fate. You square your shoulders, steady your staff, and push the door open.

You walk into the room, a light breeze passes by, rustling your hair and the linen wrapped around your waist. The gossamer silk that covers the open accesses blow gently, and the opaque, gold fabric created a glowing light that seemed to encase anything it touched in a halo.

You walk in slowly, and say quietly to announce your presence, “My Prince?”

A head pops out from around the corner, and a grin plays on the young prince's face. His long hair is messy, unbrushed, long and curly. He was younger than you remember.

This is the prince? You think to yourself. He's so young!

“Are you just going to stare, or are you going to take me to my father?” The Little Prince asks, and you shake yourself out of your staring. You straighten your back, and grip you spear. The prince grins, and walks past you, brushing up against you. You feel your skin prickle as he touches it, leaving a chill that you didn't think possible in the warm Egyptian heat.

The prince walks out of the door, and you shake yourself again, following soon after.

“One! Two! Three! Four! One! Two! Three! Four!” You call out as you move. There was no one else in the courtyard today but you, and you move your feet back and forth, your hand swinging your falchion back and forth. You feel the heft of the blade trying to take over your movements, but you control it, straining your muscles to keep yourself from involuntarily moving. You make sure every movement is crisp and clean, without any hint of fatigue in them.

You were given the day off, the prince meeting with his father, so you were taking that time to train. You've been with the prince about a week now, and you sort of understood why people ran with their tail between their legs. He was very flirtatious, setting his sights on anyone he could. He liked to touch as well, especially the guards, who most of the time have to sit and take it. Because the guards went without any armour while on shift in the castle, the young prince was given a show every time one of them walked through the door.

You didn't say you were necessarily put off by any of it, but sometimes when he did anything outside of his own private chambers, you could feel all eyes were on you. When he was alone, you didn't mind very much what he did, but it was never more than a few simple touches. The prince knew his limits, and when to not go further. He understands that he's the prince, and that means he has power, but he doesn't abuse it. If you tell him to stop, he stops.

It was very grown up of him, and to had to admit, he was less scary and much more respectful than people let on.

You realize in that moment, that must be what the prince has to go through, and that's why he's like that. Everyone assumes things about him, so if he makes sure some people know certain things, they'll be less likely to gossip. Maybe. You can't really know for sure unless you ask. It may just be because he's the prince.

You realize you had stopped moving, and let out a shaky breath, as you let your sword drop your arm. Sighing, you put everything away. Maybe thinking during training isn't the best idea. Some meditation is sure to clear your thoughts.

You straighten your back more, gripping your spear tighter as you hear the prince rustling awake. You stand outside the archway leading into where is bed is, and wait, until you hear him call out.

“Hello?”

You quickly turn, your back perfectly straight and your head held high, and you walk into the prince's Chambers. You place a fist to your chest, kneeling and bowing your head, before getting up and standing at the entrance to the room, keeping your eyes everywhere but the naked figure of the prince in front of you. While it was not uncommon to see the prince without his linens on, it was still a courtesy to give the royal family their privacy. Even though you hadn't been working for the palace for long, you understood what was courteous.

But unlike usual, the prince doesn't pick up the fresh linens brought in for him by the servant women. Instead, he walks up to you. You stiffen even more as the prince reaches out to brush along your bare shoulders. You shudder underneath the touch and the prince places his hand on your chest. It's warm, and a little uncomfortable in the ever-burning heat, but you don't have it in you to brush it off.

The prince leans forwards and whispers, “You are stunning today.”

You feel your cheeks warm and you say back in a professional tone of voice, “I wear the same linens every day, my prince.”

The prince chuckles and says, “Please, if we are to be friends, you must call me Reshef.”

You nod and comply with his request. “Reshef.” It sounded nice on your tongue. You know the Pharaoh and his wife wanted a strong son, but naming him after the god of war is a bit on the nose.

The Prince, Reshef, smiles and looks up at you, placing another hand on your neck. You feel him tugging at your long hair, held back by a simple piece of leather cord. “You know, I am to become Pharaoh when my father dies,” he says.

You nod. “Yes My- Reshef,” you quickly correct, and Reshef smiles as you do, leaning in towards your face now.

“When I am Pharaoh I can have whatever I want.” He sounded like a child, but you didn't particularly care. Having the prince in front of you with no clothes on, a prince with no clothes on who wanted you of all people, you couldn't say no.

You let out a shaky breath. “What is it you want, Reshef?”

At the sound of his name, Reshef shivers, and he pushes you against the wall slowly. He doesn't say anything as he places his lips on your chest, and you drop your spear with a loud clattering sound, reaching up to dig into his long, curly hair. He breaks from his kisses and looks up at you, and you see this look on his face, and he doesn't even have to say it out loud. You push him so he's splayed out on his bed, and you crawl over him, almost slipping on the sheets, but you maintain your dignity. You bend down and capture his lips in yours, and he hungrily grabs for your face. You feel short nails dig into your cheeks. You pull his hands off you and pin them above his head with one hand, and the other pins his hips down.

“What do you want?” You ask again, this time by his ear, pressing a gentle kiss underneath it.

He gasps, and says so quietly you almost miss it, “You.”

You walk through the market, a stoic look on your face as you watch your beloved Reshef interacting with the merchants. You watch his face light up as he sees a stall, and runs to it. You and the three other guards detailed to him rush after him, catching up as he exchanges some coin with the merchant, who thanks him greatly.

You follow close behind the prince as he sets off again, and whisper to him, “My Prince, you can not just run off. We are here to protect you.”

“If I ran would you follow me?” He whispers back to you.

“What?” You ask, but he doesn't answer, darting off through the streets. You huff and quickly rush after him, leaving the other guards behind, unable to catch up.

You find him in an alley, casually leaning up against one of the sandstone houses that lines the market square. He's holding an apple, tossing it up and down. You double over, catching your breath, and you pant out, “Please, promise me you will not ever do that again!”

Reshef throws the apple up again, and catches it, taking a bite, watching you as he chews. He walks over, and you stand up. He leans over and kisses you gently. You can taste the apple's sweetness still on his lips.

“You like the chase, though,” he says, and you roll your eyes as he kisses you again. He pulls away, watching your face soften. “Now come on. I want to shop some more.”

He grabs your hand and leads you to the end of the alley. You slip your hand from his. He looks up at you, but you look straight ahead, and just follow close behind when he starts moving again. He checks out a few shops, getting some small things for his parents, his siblings, and even buys something for you, as much as you protest.

You walk with him to another stall, a bread stall containing freshly baked loaves that were still being brought out as people buy their daily bread. He walks up and checks a few of them for any imperfections, when he looks over into an alleyway. “Look,” Reshef says, pointing to it. Looking, you see two little kids, a boy and a girl, huddled together.

Reshef hands over a couple coins, and grabs the best looking bread, before setting off for the alley. When you both enter, the children, scared at the sight of a royal guard, start to get up frantically. “Please wait!” Reshef calls out, and the kids stop.

He walks over to them slowly, and they look at him with concern, like they're going to bolt if he tries anything. But he just walks forwards, and bends down, getting dirt on his pristine linen, and holds out the bread. They look at it, at each other, and the girl reaches out for it slowly, before snatching it out of his hand. They tear into it as if they're cheetahs, digging into its meal of fresh meat.

Reshef just stands up, and walks back over to you, gawking as your prince walks by. You lead him back to the castle who you are praised by the Queen for keeping an eye on Reshef when he ran off, and Reshef is scolded for doing so, but nothing really comes of it. Reshef is confined to his Chambers for the rest of the day, which he doesn't mind, and then the two of you are sent off.

As you enter his Chambers with him, you pin him to the wall, kissing up and down his neck, murmuring against his skin as you do so. “You are incredible, do you know? You really are better than I ever imagined.”

Reshef pulls you away and smiles, before kissing you, hard, and you let out a soft moan. He smiles into the kiss and you push him away, quickly closing the door behind you two, before you lead him to the bed, about to make the most of the Prince's confinement.

You walk into Reshef's chambers, not needing permission at this point, and say to a still sleeping prince, “Reshef, you are wanted by your father.” Reshef groans and you set your spear down beside the bed, placing a soft kiss to the Prince's head. He opens his eyes slowly, and smiles sweetly up at you, and leans in for another kiss. You move away and chuckle as he pouts.

“You can't say no to me I'm the prince…” he says slowly, placing an arm around your neck and dragging you forwards. He kisses you, but you pull away, a fond look on your face.

“You may be the prince…” you mutter out in between kisses. “But your father is the Pharaoh, and he holds more power than you do.” Reshef sighs and stops kissing you, and you lean around and place one to his temple. “Now, do get up. I would hate to have you be late, and stay longer away from you…”

That seems to get Reshef up, and he quickly kisses you as he gets ready, putting on his almost sheer linen, the opulent jewelry, the makeup of kohl and blue powder. After everything, you couldn't deny that he looked magnificent. His hair was put up into his Khat, and a band of gold was used to secure it in place. You lean down and kiss the young prince, unable to hold it inside of you.

“You look, divine Reshef,” you say against his lips, and he smiles, kissing you again.

“Now come along. We do not want to keep father waiting,” Reshef says, and you smirk at his playfulness and guide him towards the throne room.

You wince as you hear another high pitched scream from Reshef’s mother, and a returning scream from Reshef himself. It’s quiet for a few moments, and you reclaim your posture, before another scream rushes through the still air, and you jump again. The voices get louder after some time, and the doors to Reshef’s chambers open suddenly, and his mother storms out. She looks over at you and squeezes out from between her teeth, “You had better not be thinking about doing anything else stupid, or I will have your head…”

You watch her storm down the hall, before turning into Reshef’s room, closing the door behind you. You slowly make your way into the bedroom, and see Reshef spread out on his bed. You set your spear down beside the bed, and sit down on the edge of it. You turn to say something to Reshef, but he doesn’t say anything. He just grabs your wrist and pulls you down to lay with him. You don’t say anything as he curls up against you, his head in the crook of your arm, and you just hold him. You both don’t say anything, but you kiss his hair, and quietly hum a song your mother used to sing to you.

Reshef eventually sighs and relaxes into you, and you smile, continuing to hum. You feel Reshef vibrating, and looking down, you see him singing along, actually knowing the words. You stop, just listening to him sing. It wasn’t perfect, but to you, you couldn’t have asked for anything else. When he stops, he looks up at you, and you kiss him, slow and sweet. You could be having sex, or running around the palace, but just the two of you laying there was better than anything else in the world.

“I love you,” you say quietly, and Reshef looks up at you, not shocked, but like he already knew.

“I love you too,” he says, kissing you, before burrowing further into your chest.

It's silent again, just the sound of your beating heart echoing off the walls, and yours and Reshef's steady breathing. If he didn't have his eyes open, you would have thought he was asleep.

“My mother came in to talk to me about finding a wife…” Reshef says quietly. You look down at him surprised, but don't say anything. “I told her I don't want one, and she brought up you.” You nod, prompting him to continue. Reshef turns and leans on your chest, looking up at you. “I don't want a wife. I want you.”

You smile, and kiss him lightly. “It is your duty, my love.”

Reshef shakes his head. “I don't want it to be! I don't want a wife a kids! I don't want to become Pharaoh! I just want you!” You sits up. And you push yourself so you're leaning against the wall. He grabs your hands and excitedly says, “Run away with me! Just the two of us!”

You sigh, and squeeze Reshef's hand. “I don't expect your mother to be too happy about that. And, I could not do that. You are allowed your lovers, but you must find a wife to produce heirs.”

Reshef rolls his eyes. “But I don't want a wife if she's anything like my mother! Controlling, always telling me what to do…”

“She's doing that because she loves you. She wants what is best for you!”

“And what if what's best for me is you!”

You freeze at his words, your hand going slack in his, and you immediately look away from his intense gaze. You move to get up, but Reshef holds your hand against his chest. You don't look at him as you say, “I'm sorry my prince, but that can not happen.” You wrench your hand away from his grasp. “I will be outside if you need anything else.”

You grab your spear and walk out. He didn't need anything, and stayed in his room all day.

Upon the Prince's request, given to you by a female slave, you enter into the young Prince's chambers, only to be greeted by an almost naked prince, laying over his bed sheets. You quickly avert your eyes and say, “I'm sorry my prince. I can come back in a moment.”

“No, please,” he says, and you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and see his makeup accentuated face inches from yours. You feel the urge to kiss him, take him right now, but you stop yourself. You can't do that.

You do as commanded, sitting on the bed, and Reshef sits next to you. He looks like he wants to touch you, but he doesn't just sitting there.

“Why did you leave?” He asks suddenly, breaking the silence.

You turn and look at him. “What?”

“Why did you leave? When I said you're what's best for me?” He's not accusatory or malicious in any way, but he is quiet, speculative.

You shake your head, sighing. You were hoping it would never come up, that he would just forget about you. But that's obviously not the case. “Because nothing about me is good. I'm a guard, I come from a family who's all dead, I can not produce heirs, I have no use! Your mother already hates me, and your father is too blind to see it! What about me is actually good for you?”

Reshef turns 90°, fully facing you, and hesitantly reaches you to touch your hand. When you don't pull away, he grabs it. Truth is, you can't pull away, not when it comes to him. That's why you were hoping he'd forget you, because you could never forget him.

“I love you [Y/N]. Isn't that enough?” He asks, and you shake your head, sadly.

“I am not what… Who, you should be in love with. You should find yourself a beautiful wife.”

Reshef leans forwards and as much as you want to pull away, you can't. He places his hand lightly on your jaw, and he kisses you just as lightly, and you think he may have missed.

“I'll get a wife, but I will not love her. I will have children but they will not be the loves of my life. I will have the throne but is not what I will fight for every day. From the moment I saw you walk into my chambers, you have had a grip on my heart no one can replace. You are my one and only love, and even if you should die tomorrow, I will not stop loving you. I would never replace you with any woman or man. I would not take anyone either. You hold my heart in your hand, and I do not want you to let go of it, because I will never let go of yours.”

You stare at him, his words bouncing around in your head, his face watching yours. You can see the love in his eyes, and you know he has a grip on your heart. His words ring true through your skull, and you can't stop thinking about it. You do love him, and if he gets a wife, he'll be able to keep you. You'll be able to keep him.

You lean forwards and press your lips desperately to his, hungrily running your hands up and down his torso, feeling his toned muscles underneath you shift as he moves closer. He runs his fingers through your long hair and tugs on it, hard, making you cry out.

You lean back on the bed and Reshef climbs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head, just like you did to him. He kisses your neck, and you say, “Show me how much you love me, Reshef.”

He pulls away and look down at you hungrily, a large, lopsided smile on his face, and he dives back down, going in for the kill.

You enter the throne room, Reshef in front of you, and you walk over to the Pharaoh’s and his wife’s guards, and stand up straight, waiting for Reshef to be finished. Reshef steps forwards, and bows to his father. “Father,” he says casually, as he steps forwards, away from you. “Mother.” He greets his mother with a bow as well, though he doesn't bow as deeply.

“My son. Have you come to your senses?” His mother asks, and you flinch, only slightly, and you see Reshef hold it together as well.

He nods. “Yes mother. I have decided to heed your advice and find myself a wife.”

“Oh that is wonderful my son!” Reshef's mother claps in excitement. “We shall find you a beautiful bride!” She runs down, and places a hand on his shoulder, and guides him away. You go to follow, but she gives you a glare. You nod, and walk away, knowing that you will not be needed until his mother returns him to his chambers.

“How was everything with your mother?” You ask, looking over at Reshef who is lying next to you in bed. You are both naked, having just woken each other up with some lazy morning sex. It was your favourite way to wake up.

Reshef rolls over and kisses you sensually underneath your jaw, and you lean into it, before he moves down to your neck. He mumbles against your skin, “Don't talk about my mother while in bed, please.”

You laugh and feel Reshef move a little as your chest bounces up and down. “I was just curious how your hunt it going is all!” You exclaim, and Reshef moves down more, pressing kisses to your chest, your collarbone, your shoulders, and down to your abdomen.

“It didn't go well, at all,” he murmurs against your skin, and he pulls away just above your waist, which was barely covered by the sheets he had on his bed, and move back up. He kisses you softly on your lips, and you place a hand at he back of his neck, lighting squeezing when he pulls away. He sighs at your expectant look. “I couldn't find someone who captured my interest is all…”

You kiss him again, leaning up so you are now both sitting up, you deepen the kiss, pressing into Reshef's already swollen lips. He bites your bottom lip, and you growl instinctively. You feel Reshef grin against you and he releases your lip from his teeth. You place a hand on his lower back to hold him stead above you.

“No one can capture my interest like you can my dear,” he says, and you pull him back in by his waist so he come crashing back into you in a clash of spit and teeth. It was rough, and you loved it. Reshef moves away and whispers in your ear, “Ready for round two?”

Reshef’s mother couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her own son wouldn’t follow her wishes, so she would force him to. Walking to the temple, she walks in, shouting out, “I need a Heka!” A few women look over at the wife of the Pharaoh, but no one goes to her. “Hello!”

A woman looks up at the centre alter, and stands, fully facing the woman who was on a rampage through the temple. “Hello? May I help you?” she asks with a polite smile on her face.

Reshef's mother snaps her head to the quiet voice, and she rushes over, and frustratedly says, “Who can I talk to to set a curse upon someone?”

The Priestess’ eyes widen, and she grabs the Queen's arm, and drags her to a side room. She closes the curtain, and turns on the Queen, fast. “What is it you want?” She asks, her tone malicious and full of anger.

The Queen holds out a large sack of coins, and the Heka looks at it, wide eyed. She snatches it from her hands, and looks at her.

“What do you want done?”

“Reshef!” You call out into his Chambers. You don't get a response, so you push further into his room. When you enter his bedroom, you see him sitting on his bed, a guilty look on his face. “Reshef,” you say bluntly, and he winces, but doesn't look up. “I need to know Reshef.”

“Know what?” He asks.

You sigh. “Are you not picking a wife because you genuinely don't want them…” You pause, hoping he'd finish your sentence, but he doesn't. “Or because you want to prolong it for as long as possible?”

He doesn't look up, but he shakes his head slowly, and you see a tear fall onto his lap. You don't move, just looking at him from the entryway. “I'm sorry…” is all he manages to get out.

You sigh. ��I can not come in the way of your duty my prince.” When you don't say his name, you see him flinch ever so slightly, and you feel your heart constrict in your chest. “I am sorry, but I will be requesting for you to get another guard to watch you.”

When Reshef doesn't say anything, you turn, and walk out, leaving him alone. You walk away from his room, trying not think about him, and you walk into the courtyard where you train, and that's when you feel something dripping down your abdomen. You look down, and see yourself bleeding from your heart.

Reshef walks through the palace, trying to find [Y/N], going to every spot he could think of, where he'd be. Finally, he turns the corner into the courtyard. If he wasn't anywhere else, he were most definitely training.

He turns the corner, and sees [Y/N] lying on the ground, barely breathing. Running over he feels his heart pounding in his chest as he places [Y/N]'s head into his lap, and [Y/N] opens his eyes just slightly, and he smiles as Reshef's eyes lock with his.

Reshef can feel the tears welling up in his throat, the burn of him trying to swallow them down is a good type of pain. At least he can still feel. “[Y/N]?” He asks, so quietly, he's afraid his love can't hear him. His voice is hoarse, and he clears his throat, but that only makes it more painful as tears threaten to spill over.

“I guess this is my punishment for loving you…” he says, and Reshef could tell he was forcing it out.

“What?” He asks, and [Y/N] looks down at his hand, where blood was pouring out from under it. Reshef grabs [Y/N]'s hand, feeling the hot stickiness of the blood cover his fingers, and he feels it being soaked up by his linen, but he doesn't care. [Y\N] goes to speak, but Reshef shushes him. “No. Please, save your strength! I can get someone to help! I can fix this.”

He goes to get up, but the man underneath him holds onto his hand, using the last of his strength to keep him there. [Y/N] lets go and his hand falls back down. “I'm sorry my prince. My love.” Reshef hears [Y/N]'s breathing catch, and for a moment he thinks he's lost him, but he manage to say one last thing. “I love you… Reshef…”

His body goes limp, his breathing slows, and his eyes close. “[Y/N]?” He asks quietly, as the first tear falls onto his lifeless face. “[Y/N]!”

He throws his head back and screams at the top of his lungs, and bends over his dead body, sobbing. He can feel his heart being ripped out of him piece by piece, and as he moves his hand away from [Y/N]'s heart, he sees the hole that was like how his own heart felt. He knew who did this, and that realization only made him sob harder.

His body still shaking, he gets up on wobbly legs, and picks up [Y/N]'s body, the blood still pouring from its wound. He brings him through the palace, ignoring the stares everyone gives him as he walks, his bloody hands digging into his sides as he ignores the stares and the whispering.

He makes his way barefooted through the streets of the town, and all the way to the temple. He couldn't feel the pain that was radiating up his legs, the pain in his heart from heartache was too much. With so much going through his mind he couldn't feel any other pain.

He walks in to the temple and sees it's practically empty, it being almost sunset by this point, except for one. One of the priestesses is praying, and Reshef walks over, carefully placing [Y/N]'s body in front of her. She doesn't look up.

Through tears and a lump in his throat, Reshef manages to get out, “Bring him back.”

The Priestess looks up calmly, but her eyes go wide as she sees who it is. “No…” she breathes out, crawling on her hands and knees towards him. When she tries to touch him, Reshef growls, and she stops. Her hands are shaking, and he can see she's almost… scared.

“Bring him back!” Reshef screams at her and she looks up, tears streaming down her face like his are.

“I can't!” She yells back, and all colour from Reshef's face disappears. It was her fault, she could bring him back! “I cursed him to live and die forever! I can't bring him back because he'll just die!”

Reshef can't think. His mind is blank. He's out of options. He can not imagine [Y/N] spending eternity alone, without him, how scared he'll be, and how alone he'll feel in the underworld, all by himself. He can't let him go through that, and the words are out of his mouth faster than he can think about stopping them.

“Then curse me.”

Test priestess looks up at him, shocked, scared, and says, “Are you sure?”

He glares down at her and says in a low, threatening voice, “Yes.”

She stares up at him, not knowing what to say, before nodding and turning around. She tells him to kneel next to his body, and he doesn't look over as she mumbles things in the old language of the gods. She takes an Athame, and dips it in something, and Reshef thinks about how she had done that before with [Y/N] only an hour before. His hands clench at his sides and he grinds his teeth as she turns around, the ritual knife perched daintily on her hands, before she grips it by the hilt. She grabs his shoulder and looks up at him for confirmation. He nods.

“NO!”

Reshef goes to see who it is, but he's cut off by a searing pain in his chest, and he immediately falls to the floor. He can't process anything, the pain in his chest being worse than the heartbreak, and he reaches out, grabbing his love's hand as he thinks of one thing last thing.

“My love. I shall be with you soon.”

And he blacks out.

#rami malek #rami malek x reader #rami malek imagine #rami malek x you #rami malek x male!reader #soulmates #soulmate #soulmate au #ancient egypt #2400 bce #God Forgot Us (And the Devil Didn't Want Us)#my work #My writing

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jujuoh · 5 years

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I never actually posted the little story behind the demon/priest flareshipping thing did I? I was just gonna type out something short and quick but the details got away from me. tl;dr seto becomes a priest to look for mokuba, summons atem for help and accidentally summons yugi too. the nun garbs are easier to hide the horns, tails, and wings under while they help him.

It’s like, not quite modern day, just far enough ago that travelling from Japan to Europe would generally be done by boat and land bc there were no planes.

circa 1875 CE, Japan, Meiji Restoration

Seto and Mokuba still get sent to an orphanage, and Mokuba gets adopted by a visiting Englishman without Seto, who tells him to go with and that he promises to find him, because it would be a better life than staying in the orphanage.

Seto almost ages out of the system when some travelling missionaries happen to come through town, but secretly they’re actually demon hunters/exorcists on a mission (though of course every country has their own ways of dealing with demons, sometimes if the demons are foreign, they need foreign magic to help stop them. In this instance, a coastal city in Japan was having issues with Scottish kelpies of all things. Wherever they went, they teamed up with the local demon hunters as well). The group stopped by the orphanage both to keep up appearances but also scout for talent, and catch wind of a really smart, stubborn kid named Seto who sounds like a perfect apprentice.

Seto agrees to go with them because they can promise to take him to Europe where he can search for his little brother. He finds out later about the demon hunter thing but doesn’t believe them, until he watches them do their job - unless a demon wants to be seen, it can’t be, unless you force-reveal or see it with magic of some sort. The power (both magical and influential), the control, and the ability to help people (though he won’t admit it) attracts him and he eagerly begins learning. Though he tends to feel like if the person is a douchebag they deserve their demon problem (his guardians try to teach it out of him to varying degrees of success)

It takes ages to get to Europe, and they do missions (from angels, messages from the vatican, towns they pass where there are problems they can solve, a few memorable times from other demons), and teach him along the way - surprisingly about many different religions, not just catholicism, as well as many different languages which he picks up quickly. The lessons about different demons and magic and curses were the most interesting: different places in the world have different supernatural beings, matching up with the different religious stories and mythology, and so of course they needed different magicks and tactics to defeat, release, or otherwise overcome. They attempted regular schooling too but Seto was already at or above their levels, so instead they taught him everything they knew. They taught him how to sew and weave, how to shoe a horse, fix a boat, cook, clean, among various other things.

circa 1880 CE, Europe, second industrial revolution

Thus, the whole trip takes quite a while. Seto is twenty by the time they actually make it to Europe, and while the time taken frustrates him, he knows it was safer and cheaper to do it this way, rather than try to get the money by himself and travel alone. That, and all the magic he would’ve never known.

Once he’s there, he travels along with them for a bit, trying to find leads to the family that has his little brother, but once they need to be sent out to different countries and continents again, he begins to travel alone. Sometimes he spends up to nearly a few months in one place, taking care of a big problem.

On his own, Seto learns that demons themselves are much more complex than he was originally taught - in terms of individuality, motivations, social hierarchy, and ven morality. He meets demons better than most people, and people worse than most demons. Some spirits are just mischievous, and people lie about how much damage they’ve done. He ends up capturing demons sometimes in order to study or interview them before banishing them or letting them go. He rarely actually destroys any unless they’re particularly bad. He also gets closer to some of the angelic messengers, and decides all angels are mildly to viciously annoying, especially the one named Joseph and his friend Tristan.

Eventually he gets frustrated with his total lack of progress and commits a taboo - he summons a demon himself. The book of spells he borrows from a local boy - Japanese like himself but raised here in England. He has white hair and claims to be a psychic, the ghost of his little sister following him around the occultish store, stocked by things his father brings back from travels that can’t go into the museum. Seto knows better by now than to doubt him.

He accidentally summons two. He refuses to place the blame on himself for not calculating things perfectly, and calls it a fluke of magic.

circa 1300 BCE, Egypt, middle New Kingdom

Atem had been a prince in Egypt, destined to be a greater pharaoh (and a greater man) than his father, but his traitorous uncle killed him on the eve of his coronation, just after the mourning period for his father was over. The magic interacted with his own, and with the artifact he wore, and with whatever divine influence the gods deemed to throw his way, and instead of going through the trails of the afterlife to enter the duat and be reborn again, he became a being of shadows and magic itself. Little did the uncle know that he would fall and be torn down by another boy wanting revenge just the next day.

It took Atem a long time to come to terms with what happened, and even longer to learn how to use and control his powers. By the time he could return to his home, too much time had gone by. Everywhere he went people spoke as the sea people spoke, foreign rulers by the name of Ptolemy sat on the throne, temples and statues were decimated or else reclaimed by these others in place of their original deities. Everyone and everything he’d known and loved were long gone. Upset, he travelled the worlds above and below. As is his nature, when he found something unjust, he did his best to set things right. As is his new nature, he judged by luring the accused into games to test their hearts.

He stays mostly solitary for nearly 3000 years - not entirely by his own choice, but by circumstance. He’s old and powerful and appeared out of nowhere, and other beings of all kinds are wary of him. Until he comes upon a sweet, hurting boy named Yugi who asks to be his friend.

circa 1820 CE, Japan, near the end of the Edo period

Yugi is very smart, and very small, and very nice. His niceness often gets taken advantage of, and his size makes it easy to pick on him. If he fought back, maybe they’d leave him alone, but he hates hurting anyone. His grandfather, a merchant, always tries to convince Yugi to stand up for himself. Yugi doesn’t listen. He gets sadder and more reclusive by the year, until he barely looks anyone in the eyes anymore, even his own mother as she helps bandage him up from the latest “game” that horrible group of older kids “played” with him.

In an effort to cheer up his grandson, Sugoroku gives him a golden puzzle from a far away land. He’d been hoping to make big money off it, but they were well-enough off as is, and his grandson’s happiness mattered more than some extra coins in his pocket. He’d known the puzzle was difficult, but it takes even Yugi years to complete it. Years of suffering, and growing, and learning. His grandfather worries. Yugi is of course interested in taking over Sugoroku’s business, and already assists him greatly, but without being able to stand up for himself the boy will have trouble in the world. He worries as well about revealing the truth to Yugi - the truth that Sugoroku is himself a demon, and so his son, and so is Yugi, though to a much lesser extent since Yugi’s mother is human.

When Yugi completes the puzzle, it immediately summons a disoriented and shocked Atem to his side. Cue screaming and yelling from both of them, a rather hilarious scene of Yugi chucking the puzzle at Atem’s head reflexively before hiding behind an upturned table. Atem, freaked out by what just happened, also takes cover behind a screen. He’d never been summoned like THAT before, it felt completely different to a summoning circle or a prayer or anything else, and certainly never by someone who immediately started screaming at him.

Tentatively, after the dust settles, Yugi peeks out from behind the table. Atem hears him shifting and peaks out as well. More silence. Yugi tries to come to terms that he’s summoned what appears to be a demon. Atem tries to come to terms with how cute the screaming young man is. Yugi clears his throat and offers a shaky greeting. Atem falls in love.

Eventually they end up in the middle of the cleaned up room, sitting on the floor, having a somewhat stilted conversation. Atem fiddles with the puzzle - what was once his magical artifact - sitting on his lap. There had been no contract, no promise, no injustice to either force or encourage Atem to stay, but he couldn’t find it in himself to leave. By the time it was dark outside, the two of them were laughing together, munching on the snacks Yugi had made while preparing dinner for his grandfather and mother, who were on their way back home from a day trip to the big markets. The knife Yugi’s using to chop the vegetables slips and slices open the base of his thumb, and while it’s not deep the pain surprises him. Atem automatically reaches out to gasp the injured appendage. This is the first time they’ve touched.

The sheer power released by Atem touching Yugi’s hand awakened Yugi’s latent demonic side, and it takes Atem a while to calm him down. The new little horns, and long ears, and wings, and tail... it was a lot to take in. Sugoroku and Ayame come home to find a delicious dinner and two demons waiting for them. It doesn’t bother them nearly as much as Yugi thought, and he finally learns the truth from his sheepish grandfather. Ayame is annoyed he’d stopped from from trying to tell him sooner, because now look what happened, you silly old man.

Atem, regardless of his feelings, didn’t want to tie the young demon down to such an old and feared one like himself, and intended to leave as soon as he knew Yugi was in good hands. But, he can’t just let Sugoroku teach him - even for a demon, he was quite old in body while Atem remained young (another thing people found terrifying, for just how much power did Atem have to appear naturally young after 3000 years?), so he stayed and helped train Yugi. Yugi did everything he could to impress Atem, not even realising his own feelings for a good while; once he did, he redoubled his efforts and became even more mischievous and flirty. Eventually, Atem couldn’t take it any longer and confessed, and they were bonded.

Seto was only trying to summon an ancient demon by the name of Atem, a solver of puzzles and bringer of justice, both to help him look for Mokuba using demonic magic and to possibly learn from him. Seto also gets Atem’s equally tiny boyfriend, Yugi, who is not even nearly ancient but quite older than Seto, a fact that irks him greatly as they’re both shorter than he was at age 12.

But, they’re both so, so clever. And so, so... hard to resist. He wants to hate it, wants to believe they’re magically influencing him somehow, but he’s too confident in his abilities to believe it.

Seto enters a joint contract with them (though Yugi was willing to help even without one, but it has it’s benefits). Together, they hunt down particularly nasty pests and find major leads to Mokuba. And fall in love, of course.

#This is way longer than I meant it to be lmao #oops #flareshipping #demon au #ygo

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ahopefuldoubt · 6 years

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somehow-you-will had asked: give me all the headcanons :) please :)

“All the Aaron headcanons”? Gotcha! :D

These were originally posted in 2016, and are arranged thematically/sort-of-chronologically:

Even if he’s troubled, or hurt, by the things Miriam says, Aaron always attends to her words. He’s often her sounding board, but he doesn’t really mind.

Hearing her voice reassures him that she is still in his world.

When Miriam sings their mother’s lullaby, it’s the first time Aaron has heard it since that day. Sometime later, he thinks he might understand why Moses felt the need to run from the memory.

Because she died when he was still young, Aaron’s memories of his mother are few and indistinct. As he gets older, he feels slightly self-conscious asking Miriam about her.

For her part, Miriam never needs to be asked: knowing how much it means to Aaron, and herself, she tells him everything she can.

Miriam thinks that, with his long face, Aaron looks like their mother.

Seeing Moses and Aaron standing side by side makes her heart ache: One a tapestry of bright health, of wanting for nothing; the other a patchwork of uncomfortable angles, of needing much more than they were ever allowed.

If anything, being taller than his older sister makes Aaron feel like he can protect her better. One of his biggest fears is failing to do even that for her.

When Moses returns to Egypt, he feels neither Egyptian nor Hebrew. Rather, he feels Midianite, an identity of his own choosing.

It’s not until Aaron is looking down at Moses from the top of the mud pit, demanding to be heard, that Moses realizes just how little he knows about — or has given thought to — Aaron.

After noticing the way Aaron interacts with Miriam, Moses reflects more on those biting words, and he comes to regard the moment at the mud pit as an important step towards understanding his biological brother.

Though he’s not given to jealousy, Aaron can’t help but feel a bit put out by the natural bond that springs up between his more sociable, lighthearted siblings.

No amount of time in reunion can truly replace the years that were lost to the three of them.

Miriam will always feel a heavy sadness at not being able to be there for Moses the way she was for Aaron. Aaron, too, is disappointed that he couldn’t be an older brother to Moses.

Moses himself is always, slowly, learning to build something new with his first siblings. He’s lost the only father, mother, and brother he’s ever known, and won’t forget.

Aaron is content to sit in silence with his brother. Sometimes they’ll talk and it will be easy; other times, he finds his own voice starting to sound strange to his ears.

When communication breaks down between them, Miriam steps in to assuage any wounded egos or offer firm words, whichever is needed at the time.

Miriam’s tambourine is inside the bag that Aaron carries out of Egypt.

Naturally, Miriam is the next person to enter the Red Sea. Emotions overtaking her, she rushes ahead of everyone else and tackle-hugs Aaron from behind. She’s so relieved to see her little brother unburdened by worry.

It’s the moment she knows he’ll be alright.

The headcanon about Miriam singing Yocheved’s lullaby, and its effect on Aaron, is one of my oldest. Of course, there’s a stronger, canon case for the Miriam/Yocheved(/Moses) resemblance, which I don’t begrudge, but I burn for 6. It’s actually something that went through my mind while watching The Prince of Egypt for the first time. 18 has to be canon… unless I’ve missed some detail from the movie.

Last edited: 7/25/16, I made a few small changes to 11 and 16 in order to center Aaron’s perspective. A couple of minor edits were made around 6/23/17. Also, 9 is meant to be a kind of pivot point.

#the prince of egypt #headcanons #aaron #hope is hard to kill #my stuff #my writing #(editor!me will keep on editing on)#*deep breath*#but also ♥#i always mistake this for a mid-to-late may post; prob bc a lot of these headcanons #had been on my mind in some sense/form long before i actually wrote them down

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purple-spring · 7 years

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Tomorrow - a SH fanfic

Author’s Note: This is my first SH fic and I have absolutely loved writing it. While I know that RPF is controversial for some, this was a piece I wanted to write to speculate on how SH began. This is obviously purely a work of fiction, and no offense is intended. Inspired by the following songs: “FOOLS” (Troye Sivan), “Television Romance” (Pale Waves) and “Can We Work It Out” (Gordi). A huuuuuuge thank you to @jandjsalmon and @theladylabyrinth for all their feedback and encouragement!

Summary: Lili and Cole are friends. Really good friends. So what happens when she wakes up next to him on a couch?

“What would it be like to let him in, to let herself love him? What would it be like to take a chance, to abandon her fears and leap freely into the unknown?”

Fic after the cut. Enjoy! And I love love love feedback, so leave me some love in my asks; hate will be blocked and deleted!

What came first was the warmth. A languid, pleasant warmth that reminded her of… of what? Of Christmas morning, she thought, with a sleepy smile. The gentle anticipation. The feeling of being home.

The second thing was her neck. It hurt. It rested awkwardly not on her own pillow but on the flat, firm surface of a couch that was definitely not her bed. She forced her eyes open and squinted against the bright California sun streaming in through the balcony.

Debby’s balcony. She was at Debby’s place. On Debby’s couch. Fuck. Guess I didn’t make it home last night.

She blinked slowly, attempting to rouse from her groggy haze. She’d overslept. Usually she was up by this time, but a few late nights in a row must have thrown her body off its normal cycle. But despite that, and despite the pain in her neck, she realized that she hadn’t actually slept this well in ages – a deep, dreamless slumber snuggled underneath a giant blanket. Maybe that’s why I feel warmer than usual.

Her neck really was killing her, though. She turned slightly to try and crack it, but was startled by something - someone - shifting behind her. An arm tightening protectively around her waist. A hand half-curled underneath her t-shirt, grazing her bare stomach. A sleepy groan mumbled into her hair. And, most tellingly, the faint scent of a familiar cologne cut by the slight undertone of cigarette smoke.

No.

She suddenly remembered.

Cole.

FUCK.

Her stomach dropped. Cole was spooning her. She had fallen asleep with Cole.

If she could have, she would’ve screamed. But she didn’t want to wake him and face the awkwardness of the situation, so she settled for gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes as tightly as she could, until she saw stars. A thousand thoughts streamed through her mind.

Is Debby awake? SHIT SHIT SHIT. HAS DEBBY ALREADY SEEN US?

I should go. Yup. Definitely need to go.

Okay, Lili. Focus. We can do this. But we need a plan.

Maybe I can sneak into the kitchen, make myself a coffee and pretend that nothing happened once he wakes up.

No. He’s not that gullible. He’ll know.

Okay, how about I pretend to fall out and then we can just laugh about it after? Then it’ll all just be a stupid joke, no harm done! Right? Haha.

Oh, god. Fuck. This is the worst. I’m just gonna go home. Screw it if he wakes up. I am not equipped for this.

Then, in the midst of all the rambling, a traitorous thought.

Or I could stay.

Her breath hitched at the audacity of the suggestion. She shut her eyes against it. No. No. We’ve been through this, Lili.

She felt her throat tightening, eyes threatening to brim over with tears. Images flashed through her head of the torture she had subjected herself to these past few months - letting herself fall for him and then battling, resisting, attempting to undo everything she felt for him.

Because this was all just so typical. Here, lying down next to each other, without any certainty of what they actually were… it was classic Cole and Lili. Affection without definition. Entanglement without clarity.

She sighed. A sigh that she felt all the way down to her bones.

How did we get here, Cole?

…

The immediate, short-term answer to the question was fairly simple.

Debby, Cole’s friend, former co-star and temporary roommate, had texted her the night before with an invitation to come over for dinner. “Cole’s still out of town so I’m getting the girls together for dinner. You down?” With nothing but ketchup and a bag of frozen peas sitting in her fridge, and with no other plans than hitting up her beloved Taco Bell again, she quickly replied with a grateful “yes”.

Lili had become fast friends with Debby since Cole introduced them to each other. Debby was lovely, down-to-earth and, in all honesty, not at all what she’d expected. If she’d been a psychologist or an anthropologist, Lili would have loved to have analysed both Debby and Cole as outlier case studies for the Disney child star phenomenon. They were both smart, worldly, kind and well-adjusted – totally opposite to the cliché of the bitter, washed-up, cynical ex-Disney kid (although she just knew that Cole would probably pipe up at this and say that he was bitter, washed-up and cynical. And then she’d have to roll her eyes and give him real-life examples of why he wasn’t any of those things. And in the middle of passionately enumerating ways in which he wasn’t bitter, he’d stare at her and say, “Okay, relax, Dr. Phil. I was kidding.”)

Lili hadn’t realized that being friends with Debby, well before anyone else on the cast had even met her, was somewhat significant, until she mentioned it in passing to Madelaine over lunch.

“Wait,” the redhead said in between sips of her smoothie. “So you’ve met Debby? Debby Ryan?”

“Um, yeah. Haven’t you?” While it was true that Cole and Lili had been cast first and had been acquainted since February, the rest of the Riverdale gang were becoming closer and were starting to mingle within each other’s circles.

“No. I mean, I’ve come across Debby at a few parties, but unless you count smiling at her awkwardly while re-applying mascara in the bathroom, then no, I haven’t actually met her.”

“Oh.”

“And I certainly haven’t had Cole introduce me to her.” Madelaine looked at her pointedly.

Huh. That was odd. But of course she’d met Debby. Cole was living with her while he was in LA. And Lili had assumed…

Well, what? That Cole brought all of his gal pals over to his place and got them to hang out regularly with one of his best friends? That this was just a normal occurrence for anyone within his circle?

Yeah, kind of?

She was startled to realize that this wasn’t true. Madelaine had a point - she was the only one. She’d even met Dylan, too. To the outside eye, that was… something. But he happened to be in town, she reasoned. And Cole and I had plans to hang out anyway, so…

“Lils, you there?”

Lili snapped back to attention and quickly changed the subject to cover up her thoughts. She brought up their plans to go bike-riding in Vancouver. In no time, Madelaine was distracted, chattering excitedly in between using her phone to find the best bike rides in the city. Lili contributed to the conversation whenever she had to, but her mind was somewhere else. The rest of that lunch – and every day since then, really – she couldn’t shake off that mild revelation that what she and Cole had wasn’t quite the same as what everyone else did.

…

How did we get here, Cole? Now, the long answer. This was more complicated.

What did she feel for him, anyway? ‘Like’ and ‘love’ were simplistic, overused terms. Of course she liked him. They were way beyond that. Did she love him? She wasn’t sure. This was why she rejected those terms to begin with – they were too vague, too general. They didn’t describe the way she felt whenever she was with him, or away from him.

If she could distil it to its essence, she’d say that she and Cole fit, in a way that calmed and exhilarated her in equal measure. It was easy being friends with him. That part came naturally to Lili. Like laughing at a really good punchline, or breathing in oxygen after being underwater for too long. They knew each other uncannily. They laughed at the same jokes and finished each other’s sentences. She told him once that he challenged her views on reincarnation because surely they’d met in a past life. Soon it became a running joke between them. He even created an entire fictional universe about their past lives as otters living along the Nile River (“That… is so random, Cole.” “Well you try studying archaeology for four years and not having Egypt in your subconscious. Shut up and let me have my otter dream.”)

But then there was also… him. She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t find him objectively attractive. It was disarming, to say the least, even though it lay underneath the rumpled clothes he insisted on wearing, which she didn’t mind. If anything, while his brother and his friends teased him by observing a strict roll call for his small roster of shirts (“It’s Tuesday, Cole, how come you’re wearing the Friday Orange?”), she found it endearing, and it drew her in and intrigued her. He was like a prince in exile, determined to downplay any part of him that referenced his darkly glittering childhood. But that face – the keen, blue stare, the mischievous mouth, the constellation of freckles – could not have been more at odds with the concealment. It was a face that was going to stand out no matter what.

So it was that Lili found herself veering between appreciating their easy friendship and then looking up and realizing that the goofball who was making her laugh was also the same man who could make her heart stop in its tracks.

And he wasn’t helping, either. Sure, there were times when she she felt like nothing more than a pal. Like when he’d throw fries at her head. Or FaceTime her at 3 in the morning to show her a cat he’d come across during a shoot (“Very nice, Cole. Now fuck off,” she had said while he cackled at her groggy face dotted with pimple cream. “IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS PLANNING ON SEEING ANYONE, my god, go away”).

But then, there were other times that made her wonder. Like that time when she mentioned that she’d damaged the original lens on her camera, and woke up one morning to a package on her table containing a newer, much better one, attached with a note simply scribbled “For future adventures -C.” And all the times – she couldn’t have just imagined them, there were too many – she’d catch him staring just a fraction longer, with a small smile playing on his lips.

Those were the times when she’d let her guard down, let herself imagine. What would it be like to let him in, to let herself love him? What would it be like to take a chance, to abandon her fears and leap freely into the unknown?

It didn’t matter, anyway. Because the more these feelings took root in her heart, the more she felt and fretted at the weight of the year ahead. With Riverdale getting the green light for a full season after a successful pilot, they were going to be filming full-time as co-workers. This was her big break; this was his return to the spotlight. There was a lot at stake for both of them, and there simply was no room for this foolishness. She couldn’t risk it. She was just going to have to shut it down and get over it somehow.

For herself. And for him, too.

…

For dinner, Debby had somehow managed to concoct a delicious compromise between her healthy eating habits and Lili’s more decidedly low-brow tastes (“Fish tacos!” Lili had exclaimed. “Deb, this is like if you and I got married and had taco babies”). The night was fun and light, and Lili found that she was enjoying herself more than she had all week.

That was until they heard the front door open and a large bag dropping onto the floor.

“Hey, I was gonna yell, ‘anyone home’, but I think the answer’s fairly obvious.”

Cole made his way into the dining room and they all burst into surprised elation.

Except Lili. She felt like throwing up. Well, fuck. She’d been studiously avoiding him – his texts, his calls, his social media – and now there was barely half a room between them. Right before he left, she had sworn to herself that she couldn’t do this anymore, this complicated dance of intense closeness and uncertain labels that only she seemed to be aware of. So she decided that she was going to use his absence productively, to take some space away from him. Out of sight, out of mind, she reasoned. And hopefully out of heart. The first few days were pure torture, but after managing to keep herself busy and out of the house, she was doing well.

Not anymore. Now, seeing his face, his shirt rumpled from travel, she was falling apart.

Debby got up and gave him a quick hug before looking for an extra plate. “Cole Mitchell. I thought you weren’t gonna be home until Friday?”

“Yeah, shoot wrapped up early. We got most of what we wanted on the first day, and one of the models who was scheduled for a later day managed to free up some time.” He looked around the room and spotted her. His face registered shock, and her heart ached as she watched him trying to contain it. “Hey, Lili.”

Fuck. He knew. Of course he knew she was avoiding him. She heard it in those two words, the measured casualness of his voice, the way he said her full name – Lili – unlike everyone else who shortened or lengthened it to Lils or Lilipad or Lilibeth. And fuck him because he just knew how to play it, how to say those two words so that she’d pay attention to what he was trying to say. Hey, you. Where’ve you been?

“Hey, Cole.”

The room tensed momentarily as everyone caught on to the odd coldness between the two. This was, after all, Cole and Lili. Cole, who knew exactly how she took her coffee. Lili, who’d freely walk into Cole’s bedroom to drag his blanket off his bed whenever she was cold.

Debby cut through the awkwardness. “Uh, Cole, you wanted dinner, right?”

“Yep.” After another significant look, Cole made his way into the kitchen. Lili wanted to sink into the floor. When he came back with his plate, he sat well away from her and started a conversation with someone else. She wanted to leave, but she knew that that was only going to attract attention after their little moment. So she resolved to stay and grit her teeth through it, figuring she’d make her escape once everyone left.

She really should’ve known. She should’ve predicted that Cole knew her too well, was far too ingenious to just let her go. They had already started putting everything away when he piped up. “I feel like watching a movie tonight, guys,” he said. “Anyone up for a Baz Luhrmann movie marathon? Strictly Ballroom? Romeo and Juliet?” He caught her eye. “Moulin Rouge?”

You little shit. She wanted to throttle him. Not only did he know it was her favourite film, he knew that Debby knew it, too. And there was no way she was going to get the opportunity to beg off the night without seeming rude.

Debby lit up. “Oh my god, yes. We haven’t done that in ages. Lil! Weren’t you saying you hadn’t seen that in months?”

Lili looked wearily at Cole. He looked right back at her, a shit-eating grin on his face. I win. She couldn’t help it. She burst into laughter. He did, too.

“Fine,” she said, settling into the couch. “But we’re skipping Strictly Ballroom and getting straight into some classic old-school DiCaprio.”

Cole settled right next to her. With his forelock falling carelessly across his face, a roguish look in his eyes, of course he had to be the very image of Leo himself. Calm down.

He smiled. Her heart stuttered. “Fine by me.”

…

Lili waited for Cole to snark her about ghosting him. He didn’t. If anything, he seemed determinedly normal, whispering random commentary throughout the movie that made her laugh. She wanted to be annoyed. After all, it had taken considerable effort to ignore him all week. But being with him again - talking to him, trading barbs and banter - was like crawling toward sunlight after languishing in the dark.

After Romeo and Juliet finished, Debby’s friends decided to call it a night. Lili got up and stretched. Cole smiled lazily up at her. “Hey, you,” he said. There was something strange about him.

“Hey, yourself,” Lili replied. “You’re in a funny mood.”

“Yeah? What mood am I in?”

“I don’t know, you’re just being weird.”

Cole smirked in reply and shrugged. “You’re staying for Moulin Rouge, right?”

Lili hesitated. She was starting to feel a little tired. “I… don’t know.”

“Oh, come oooonnn. I’m a little jetlagged and buzzed and could probably do with some company, to be honest.”

“You have Debby.”

“Yeah, but Debby’s boring.”

Debby poked her head in from the kitchen. “I heard that!”

“I meant for you to!” Cole quickly ducked as Debby threw a bag of chips at him, then turned to Lili. “See what I have to put up with? You have to stay. Please.”

“Just stay, Lil!” Debby called out. “I’ll whip up some fresh guac for the chips and bring out some chocolate as well.”

Lili sighed and turned to Cole. “Can you at least promise to drive me home if I get too sleepy?”

“I promise.”

What choice did she have? This was Moulin Rouge and Cole. “Alright, you big baby,” she said, laughing at his puppy dog eyes. “I’ll stay.”

…

Moulin Rouge was Lili’s favourite movie and an absolute assault on the sense, but it didn’t take long for her to feel drowsy. She took advantage of all the snacks Debby had laid out in the living room in an attempt to keep herself awake, but all the sugar was just causing her to crash. She needed to lie down.

“Cole?”

“Mmm?”

“I feel sleepy.”

Cole nodded and shifted down the couch to give her space to stretch out. She settled into her new position, tucking her feet under her so he could have some space.

But he gently resisted that, propping her feet on his lap. She would have protested, insisting that he didn’t have to, but soon he was tracing lazy circles on her ankle with his thumb, and she did not have the energy to fight how good it felt, or overthink whatever the hell it meant.

Soon Debby got up from her spot on the floor and announced that she was going to bed. She turned to Cole. “Can you please turn off the lights? And make sure Lils gets home.” He nodded. She and Lili bid each other a sleepy good night, and she retreated to her bedroom.

Cole and Lili stayed still on the couch as the movie kept playing. Lili had no idea what they were watching anymore - she was fighting her sleep, but more than that, she was fully aware that she and Cole were alone together for the first time in weeks. Which she was usually comfortable with. Tonight, however, something unspoken hung in the air between them.

Suddenly, he got up and walked off in the direction of his room. She was briefly startled, until he came back into the living room holding his dark blue plaid blanket, which he’d dragged off his bed. “Here,” he said, throwing it over to her. “I knew you were approximately thirty seconds from whining about freezing your ass off.”

She laughed as he sat back down on the couch. “Oh yeah? And I do this regularly now, do I?”

“Yep. You’ve also made me watch this musical a thousand times, AND” - he covered her mouth with his hand as she started to interrupt - “you’re going to correct me and say, ‘Cole, don’t be a peasant, it’s a jukebox musical, not a musical, and yes there’s a difference.’”

“There IS a difference. And now you know, so I’ve taught you well, young Padawan.” She pulled the blanket over her body and closed her eyes. “What else do I do?” she asked, yawning.

He looked at her for a moment, his mouth opening and closing, as if to measure what he was about to say next. “You go to Starbucks and always get a size too big, and make me drink the rest of whatever sugary confection you’ve ordered that day. Your favourite VSCO filter is C3, even though it’s obviously trash. Your favourite shirts are all white, despite the fact that you always spill something on yourself - case in point, the salsa on your top tonight.”

“Hey, how did you –”

“Also, you suck at driving my Jeep –”

“I can SO drive your Jeep.”

“–you suck at driving my Jeep, no matter how many times I’ve walked you through it.” He laughed, and his gaze softened. “You buy a new notebook every other week because you write prodigiously. You buy yourself flowers every Friday and never make a big deal out of it. And… you can sleep pretty much anywhere, but once your hand touches your cheek, I know that you’re off and definitely dreaming.”

She looked back at him and smiled, already half-asleep. “Nice work. Since when did you know so much about me, Mr. Sprouse?”

He only smiled in reply, obviously proud of himself. She closed her eyes as his hand settled on hers. I can fall asleep like this forever.

Sleep began to overtake her, but not before she felt a slight puff of air against her leg as Cole suddenly lifted the blanket. He slipped his lithe, sinewy frame behind her, his strong arms wrapping themselves around her waist. She froze. She could feel the length of his body against hers and it was slowly obliterating every reasonable thought in her system.

“Cole?”

“Mmm?”

“Are we doing this?”

He nuzzled his face into her hair, his breath warm against her neck. She felt his mouth turn up into a grin. “Sure. Fuck it. We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

Every ounce of logic in her body screamed against it. If she was smart, she’d get up and drive herself home. Or demand that they actually talk about this.

But as his hand found the skin under her shirt and settled on her waist, she decided she was with Cole on this one; fuck it.

We’ll figure it out tomorrow.

…

And now tomorrow was today.

Lili lay still on the couch, wanting to smack herself for being so reckless. For letting Cole get to her so easily. He had a knack for wearing down her defenses, but she’d had enough.

She felt him stir against her. “Morning,” he mumbled, his voice low in her ear. “Did you sleep okay?”

She had to keep a clear head. She had to. “I slept… fine,” she replied, keeping her tone flat and even.

“Good.” Cole stretched his arms above him. She silently berated herself for missing the warmth of his hands on her bare skin. “What do you want to do today?”

I want to stay here with you.

I want to run away from you.

Lili sighed, exasperated. She sat up and faced him. “Seriously? ‘What do I want to do today’? My god. I don’t know, Cole. Maybe figure out what the hell we’re doing here?”

Cole’s eyes flew open in confusion. He sat up to face her. “What?”

“You heard me. Don’t pretend this is normal for us. I just…” She paused and pinched the bridge of her nose to stop herself from tearing up. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Cole looked at her steadily. “Do what, Lili?”

She waved her hand frantically between them. “THIS! You, and me, and this indefinable whatever that we’ve been carrying on for months now.”

“‘Indefinable?’ What’s there to define?!”

“Everything!” Lili’s voice caught at that, and her eyes welled up. “The hanging out. The late night phone calls. The constant texts. The random presents. And on top of that, last night and this morning and the fucking spooning. All of that, Cole!”

His eyes stayed on her, his silence willing her to go on.

“I just… I need to know because I need to get away from it. It’s so fucking complicated, Cole. We can’t keep doing this, not when we’re about to work together, and see each other everyday, and god, I like you too much to screw this up. I have no idea where you are, or how you feel about me – “

“Lili.” Cole grabbed her wrists and pulled her close. “Are you… seriously… that ignorant?”

She went still. His eyes searched her, challenging her to respond. She felt naked under his gaze. She knew that every fibre in her being was about to give in to everything she had fought for so long. But could she really allow herself to? She shut her eyes against his stare, attempting to make a last-ditch effort at resistance.

But the tide had turned, and he was already well ahead of her. Because he had already moved in on her, his lips finding her cheek, grazing her cheekbone lightly and leaving every inch undone in their wake. The damp, fervent heat of his breath made her tremble. Slowly, one of his hands released her wrists and moved up to the collar on her shirt, fisting the thin cotton, pulling her closer to him. His lips worked their way down to her sharp jawline, planting a trail of small kisses that ended at the corner of her mouth. He pulled away and looked at her, and the hunger in his eyes took her breath away.

Then he crashed on her like lightning, his mouth feverish-hot and full of need. One hand slid into her hair, making a snarled mess, the other pulling at her waist, bringing her deeper into their kiss. She tasted smoke, felt thunder churning inside of her. She couldn’t help herself - she lifted her fingers to touch his lips as he brazenly explored hers. Just to check. Just to make sure this was real.

And in brief moments of lucidness, between being kissed into oblivion, she knew. That this would be her undoing. That this was creating a need in her that she never knew existed. That if things did happen later on between her and Cole, and if things went bad, that she would do everything in her power to be kissed like this again.

At last he broke away. As she caught her breath, his thumb lingered on her mouth. She opened her eyes and met his, and she couldn’t help it - she laughed. He made a face at her.

“You’re laughing?”

“No. I mean, yes. Not at this. With this, if that makes sense.” Her mind was still reeling, and she could barely explain herself. Later that night, she would recognize that it was pure joy that had spilled out of her; that it reminded her of running downhill, of riding a rollercoaster, of splashing madly into a sun-dappled ocean.

He took her hands and wrapped his fingers around them. “All this time… you never knew?”

“You never said anything, Cole.”

“Lili, you know that I did. Maybe not with words, but I did. I thought you’d have that figured out. I mean… I don’t just introduce Dylan to anyone, you know. He’s usually locked away in a basement. It takes a lot of effort getting him out.”

Lili laughed. And was relieved to realize that this still happened - that they could still joke and banter like they used to.

“But… this past week made me figure that maybe you weren’t getting that.”

“You noticed I was ignoring you?”

“Noticed? You were killing me, Lili.”

She felt guilty. Tentatively, she leaned forward and kissed him as a way of apology. It caught him by surprise, and he lingered over the kiss longer than she had meant for it to last, tugging at her bottom lip before letting go. Over the next few days, she would lose count of how many kisses they’d trade, but in that moment she took note that this was only their second kiss, and already it felt natural to her. “I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. And, you know, feel free to apologise again, and soon.” He grinned at her.

“So… can I ask? Why didn’t you just come out and tell me all this before it got tense and weird and complicated?

“Well… one, because I thought you knew. I mean, shit, are you even aware that my nickname around this house is Captain Obvious? It’s actually embarrassing.” Lili smiled at that. “And two, because I really was in no rush to define what we were. I mean, why would I need to name it when it was already so fucking good, you know? I didn’t want to jinx it. I’m sorry, that sounds immature, right?”

“No,” Lili conceded. “But I guess for me it would’ve put some parameters on what I was supposed to feel, what I was supposed to do. Because you came out of nowhere, Cole. Like… a cat. A cat getting hit by a car.”

He burst out laughing. “That is the worst comparison. You suck at this.”

“I’m sorry! But it’s true.” She laughed, and looked down at her hands, still enclosed in his. “So… what now?”

“Now?” He shrugged. “I don’t know, you wanna go out for breakfast?”

“Cole.” She levelled a stare at him. “I’m serious.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know, Lili. What are you really asking here? Are you really asking about now, or tomorrow?”

“Can I ask about both?”

“Sure. Here’s my answer to now. I’m honestly crazy about you.” With that, he pulled her in until she was sitting on his lap, and buried his face into her neck, his mouth forming words on her skin. “Every time I’m with you, I can’t decide whether I feel brave, or reckless, or vulnerable, or exposed. More likely all of them, all at the same time.”

She smiled, and turned her towards him so that their foreheads were touching. “And tomorrow?”

“If you’re asking me what the next few months will look like, I… really don’t know.” She nodded and pulled back, a little deflated. It was a fair and honest answer, but it left her feeling uncertain. He noticed her disappointment, and planted a kiss on her bared shoulder. “But tomorrow? You and I have that. I can promise you that.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

She looked at him, traced his dimple lightly with her finger. Tomorrow. Maybe she could live with that for now. Maybe in the face of everything that was about to happen to them - the avalanche of Riverdale and everything that came with it - that small promise was enough.

She just needed to know one more thing. “Cole? Can you promise me something else?”

“Shoot.”

“Can you promise me…” her voice trailed off, and suddenly she felt shy. “Can you promise me that you’ll kiss me again? Tomorrow?”

He arched an eyebrow in surprise, and smirked at her. “Tell you what,” he said. “How about we bring tomorrow forward“ - he leaned in to plant kisses on her chin, her cheeks, her neck - “and figure it out as we go along?”

But as he was teasing her, she was already lost, obliterated - this time, it was her pulling him in. And as he returned her kiss with equal passion, she knew with absolute certainty that this was only the beginning. That they’d be here again many times over. That the future may be unsure, but at least, for now, what they had was real and raw and breathtaking.

Tomorrow was already beckoning.

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At the closing of a Letter

Paul admonishes us to examine our faith. to know what we truly “believe...”

for the treasure of the heart is the Spirit of our Creator (the True illumination of the Son)

[2nd Corinthians 13]

This is my third trip to your city and community. As the Scripture says, “Every charge must be confirmed by two or three witnesses.” As I said before on my second visit, I say now again while absent. Consider this an advance warning, if you wish, to those of you still caught up in your old sins and to all the rest as well: when I come the next time, I will not spare anyone who is out of order. You asked to see evidence that the power of the Anointed One, the Liberating King, is at work in me. Well, you will see it because He won’t be weak in dealing with you. Instead, He will do great things in you. Now it’s true that He was crucified in weakness, but it’s also true that He lives by God’s power. For we who belong to Him are weak in Him, but we will live with Him by God’s power for you.

Examine yourselves. Check your faith! Are you really in the faith? Do you still not know that Jesus the Anointed is in you?—unless, of course, you have failed the test. Surely you will realize we have not failed the test, but we pray to God that you will stay away from evil. What’s important is not whether we appear to have passed the test, but that you do what is right and act honorably, even if it appears that we have failed. For there’s nothing we can do to oppose the truth; all we can do is align ourselves with it. You see, we celebrate when we are weak but you are strong. Our prayer is simple: that you may be whole and complete. How I hope I am saving you by writing this to you in advance; this letter will spare me from using the Lord’s authority to come down on you when I arrive. His intention in giving me this authority is to build you up, not tear you down.

Finally, brothers and sisters, keep rejoicing and repair whatever is broken. Encourage each other, think as one, and live at peace; and God, the Author of love and peace, will remain with you. Greet each other with a holy kiss, as brothers and sisters. All the saints here with me send you their greeting.

May the grace of the Lord Jesus the Anointed, the love of God the Father, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit remain with you all. [Amen.]

The Letter of 2nd Corinthians, Chapter 13 (The Voice)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is chapter 11 of First Kings that documents the failure of King Solomon in the latter part of his life on earth by departing from faithfulness in God our Creator:

King Solomon loved countless women from other countries—Moabites, Ammonites, Edomites, Sidonians, Hittites—as well as Pharaoh’s daughter.

All the countries of the king’s lovers were heathen countries that the Eternal One had warned the Israelites about: “Do not mingle with them, and do not allow them to mingle with you. They will corrupt you and lead you away from Me. They will seduce your hearts to follow their own gods.” But Solomon clung to these lovers. He had 700 royal wives, as well as 300 mistresses. And his wives and mistresses seduced his heart away from God.

Solomon followed the Lord during youth and middle age, but when Solomon was an old man, these women seduced him into following other gods. His heart was led astray and no longer completely belonged to the Eternal One, his True God, as his father David’s heart did. Solomon pursued Ashtoreth (the Sidonian goddess) and Milcom (the abomination of the Ammonites). Solomon abandoned his lifelong integrity and committed evil in the eyes of the Eternal. He did not follow Him completely, as his father David had. Instead Solomon constructed a high place on the mountain east of Jerusalem for Chemosh (Moab’s horrific idol) and for Molech (the Ammonites’ abhorrence). He constructed such sites for all his wives from other countries, so that they would have a place to burn incense and offer sacrifices to their many gods.

The Eternal boiled with anger toward Solomon because he had allowed his heart to be seduced away from the Eternal One, Israel’s True God, who had appeared to Solomon twice and had warned him about this very act of faithlessness. But Solomon did not heed His command.

Eternal One (to Solomon): You have been unfaithful to Me and have broken My covenant and laws; therefore, I will remove the kingdom from your rule and hand it over to your servant. But in honor of your father, David, who was always faithful to me, I will not remove the kingdom from you while you are alive; however, I will take it from your son. I will not take away the entire kingdom from your bloodline. In honor of your father and for Jerusalem which I have chosen, I will grant your son one tribe to rule.

The Eternal brought an enemy against him—Hadad the Edomite, who was a descendant of Edom’s king.

While David was in Edom, Joab, the head of the army, was burying the dead after he had killed every male in Edom. (Joab and all of Israel had remained in Edom for six months until Joab had killed every male in Edom.) But Hadad ran away to Egypt. Some of the Edomites who guarded Hadad’s father traveled with Hadad in order to look after him because he was only a boy at the time. They traveled from Midian and arrived at Paran. They gathered men from Paran to journey with them, and they arrived in Egypt. They went to Pharaoh, Egypt’s king, and he provided Hadad with a place to stay and with food. Pharaoh also gave him his own land; he treated Hadad as family. Pharaoh liked Hadad so much that he offered his sister-in-law to Hadad to marry. She was the sister of the queen, Tahpenes. Tahpenes’ sister gave birth to Hadad’s son, whom they called Genubath. Tahpenes weaned Genubath in Pharaoh’s house where he stayed and grew up with Pharaoh’s sons. When Hadad received word in Egypt that David had left this world to sleep with his fathers and that Joab, the head of the army, was also dead, he made a special request to Pharaoh.

Hadad: Please let me go back to my native country.

Pharaoh: Why would you need or want to return to your native country? Have I not provided you with all that you could ever desire? So why do you ask to return?

Hadad: What you say is true, Pharaoh. There is nothing more I could desire, but you still must allow me to return to my native country.

The True God brought another enemy against Solomon—Rezon (Eliada’s son) who ran away from his lord Hadadezer (Zobah’s king). After David killed the people of Zobah, Rezon formed a band of thieves and acted as its leader. The band of thieves traveled to Damascus, the capital of Aram, and ruled there. Rezon was Israel’s perpetual enemy during Solomon’s reign, in addition to all that Hadad did. Rezon despised Israel and ruled Aram.

Solomon had a servant named Jeroboam whose mother, Zeruah, was a widow. His father was Nebat (an Ephraimite from Zeredah). Jeroboam grew resentful and rebelled against his king, Solomon, and became one of his enemies. This is the reason Jeroboam rebelled against the king: Solomon constructed the Millo and sealed up the gap in the wall of his father’s city—the city of David. Jeroboam was a strong and fierce warrior. Solomon recognized that Jeroboam was a hard worker and put him in charge of all the workers from Joseph’s tribes, Ephraim and Manasseh.

When Jeroboam was traveling outside of Jerusalem, he encountered the prophet, Ahijah the Shilonite, on the road. Ahijah was dressed in a new robe, and there was no one else anywhere around except for him and Jeroboam. Ahijah then did something unexpected. He pulled his new robe off his body and tore it into a dozen pieces.

Ahijah (to Jeroboam): Take ten pieces, because the Eternal One, Israel’s True God, has said, “I am going to rip the kingdom out from under Solomon’s corrupted reign and grant you ten tribes. Solomon will still reign over one tribe. I will allow this for two reasons only: for Jerusalem (the city I chose from all of Israel’s tribes) and for the honor of David who served Me during his lifetime. I am giving you these ten tribes because Solomon and his people have turned away from Me and given themselves to other gods besides Me. They now offer their worship to Ashtoreth (the Sidonians’ goddess), Chemosh (Moab’s god), and Milcom (the Ammonites’ god). They have strayed from My path, are no longer concerned with what I see as right, and have forgotten My laws and judgments. Solomon and his people are not like David, who followed My path.

“But I am not going to take the entire kingdom away from Solomon; he will be prince his entire life because of My promise to My servant David, whom I handpicked from the pastures and who lived by My commands and laws. Instead I will take the kingdom away from his son’s power and give ten tribes over to you. I will leave one tribe for his son so that David, the lamp of Israel, will always have a place with Me in Jerusalem, the city I have appointed as My city.”

Ahijah (to Jeroboam with the Eternal’s message): “I will allow you to rule over anything you want, and you will be Israel’s new king. If you then give yourself to Me and heed all My commands, honor My laws, and live by My way just as My servant David did, then I will be near to you and will build you a great dynasty like the one I built for David. Israel will be yours; I will hand it over to you. I will afflict David’s offspring because of what Solomon has done, but I won’t cause this suffering forever.”

Solomon tried to kill Jeroboam because of this, but Jeroboam ran away to Egypt to seek shelter with Shishak, Egypt’s king. Jeroboam remained in Egypt until Solomon died.

Is not the rest of Solomon’s story—his actions and his wisdom—documented in the book of the acts of Solomon?

In all Solomon ruled over Jerusalem for 40 years. Solomon left this world to sleep with his fathers. He was laid to rest in his father’s city, the city of David. Solomon’s son, Rehoboam, then inherited the throne.

The Book of 1st Kings, Chapter 11 (The Voice)

my personal reading of the Scriptures for Tuesday, november 24 of 2020 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible, along with Today’s Psalms and Proverbs

A post by John Parsons about believing in what cannot yet be seen:

Yeshua told us: "Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed" (John 20:29). Despite the struggle of this life - our sorrows, pains, and even death itself - we believe in God's love and promise for us, even if we do not presently see the fulfillment of our hope, just as Abraham believed the promise that he would be the father of an innumerable multitude long before he saw any sign of its fulfillment. Abraham "believed the impossible" and "hoped against hope" (παρ᾽ ἐλπίδα ἐπ᾽ ἐλπίδι), meaning that hope kindled within him even though there was nothing to see in the realm of the natural -- he believed in an unseen good; he trusted in the One who gives life to the dead and who "calls into existence the things that do not exist" (Rom. 4:17). The Scripture comments: "He did not weaken in faith when he considered his own body, which was as good as dead (since he was about a hundred years old), or when he considered the deadness of Sarah's womb. He did not stumble over the promise of God through unbelief but was strong in faith, and gave glory to God, fully persuaded that God was able to do what he had promised, and that is why his faith was counted to him as righteousness" (Rom. 4:19-22).

Likewise we believe in an unseen good, an unimaginably wonderful destiny for our lives, as it says, "Things no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor mind imagined, are the things God has prepared for those who love him" (1 Cor. 2:9). Faith does not use natural reason or the evidence of the senses to see the unseen, but it "believes to see" through “eyes of the heart" to know the hope of God's calling and to attain the blessing (Eph. 1:18). Faith in God's love comes from a different source and has a different means of apprehension than human wisdom, so that no matter how things appear in this fallen world, God may be known and trusted to work all things for our ultimate good. "Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed." Amen. [Hebrew for Christians]

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and another set of posts about this week’s Torah reading:

In our Torah portion this week (parashat Vayetzei), we read that when Jacob fled from his home in Canaan, he “came upon a certain place and stayed there that night” (Gen. 28:11). The Hebrew text, however, indicates that Jacob did not just happen upon a random place, but rather that “he came to the place” -- vayifga ba’makom (וַיִּפְגַּע בַּמָּקוֹם). The sages therefore wondered why the Torah states ba’makom, “the place,” rather than b’makom, “a place”? Moreover, the verb translated “he came” is yifga (from paga’: פָּגַע), which means to encounter or to meet, suggesting that Jacob’s stop was a divine appointment.

The Torah then relates that Jacob laid down to sleep, “and he dreamed, and behold, there was a ladder set up on the earth, and the top of it reached to heaven. And behold, the angels of God were ascending and descending on it! And behold, the LORD stood above it and said, "I am the LORD, the God of Abraham your father and the God of Isaac. The land on which you lie I will give to you and to your offspring. Your offspring shall be like the dust of the earth, and you shall spread abroad to the west and to the east and to the north and to the south, and in you and your offspring shall all the families of the earth be blessed. Behold, I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land. For I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you" (Gen. 28:12-15).

The Hebrew word makom (“place”) comes from the verb kum (קוּם), meaning “to arise,” and in Jewish tradition, ha-makom became a Name for God. The early sages therefore interpreted the place to refer to Jerusalem, and the Talmud further identifies “the place” Jacob encountered as Mount Moriah - the very location of the great Akedah - based on the language used in Genesis 22:4: “On the third day, Abraham raised his eyes and saw the place (i.e., ha’makom: הַמָּקוֹם) in the distance” (Sanhedrin 95b, Chulin 91b). If that is the case, then Jacob’s dream of the ladder would have functioned as a revelation of the coming glory of the resurrected Messiah - the Promised Seed whom Isaac foreshadowed and through whom all the families of the earth would be blessed. It was Yeshua, the Angel of the LORD, who came to “descend” (as the Son of Man) and to “rise” (as the resurrected LORD) to be our mediator before God (see John 1:47-51). Perhaps the Talmud makes the claim that Jacob’s vision occurred in Jerusalem because Bethel later became the site for one of two idolatrous shrines (i.e., the golden calves at Bethel and Dan) established by King Jeroboam of the Northern Kingdom which he set up to discourage worship at Solomon's Temple in the City of Jerusalem (see 1 Kings 12:28-29).

At any rate, the Hebrew word for “intercessor” (i.e., mafgia: מַפְגִּיעַ) comes from the same verb (paga’) mentioned in our verse. Yeshua is our Intercessor who makes “contact” with God on our behalf. Through His sacrifice for our redemption upon the cross (i.e., his greater Akedah), Yeshua created a meeting place (paga’) between God and man. Therefore we see the later use of paga’ in Isaiah 53:6, "...the Lord laid on him (i.e., hifgia bo: הִפְגִּיעַ בּוֹ) the iniquity of us all," indicating that our sins "fell" on Yeshua as He made intercession for us (i.e., yafgia: יַפְגִּיעַ) for us (Isa. 53:12). Because of Yeshua, God touches us and we are able to touch God... And today, our resurrected LORD "ever lives to make intercession (paga’) for us" (Heb. 7:25). He is still touched by our need and sinful condition (Heb. 4:15). [Hebrew for Christians]

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The revelation at Sinai and Jacob's vision of the ladder share something in common. Just as Yeshua was the "Voice of the Living God (קוֹל אֱלהִים חַיִּים) speaking (davar) from the midst of the fire" at Sinai (Deut. 5:26), so He was the Ascended LORD standing above the ladder speaking the word of promise (Gen. 28:12-15). In this connection we note that the words for "ladder," (i.e., sullam: סֻלָּם), "voice" (i.e., kol: ק��), and "Sinai" (סִינָי) have the same numerical value, which suggests a connection between the two great visions. Yeshua is the Ladder to God, the means by which the Living Torah both descends and ascends for the sake of our deliverance (John 1:51). The "ladder of Sinai" is not meant for us to ascend but rather is for the LORD our Savior to descend and ascend on our behalf. This is always the way of the Righteousness of God rather than the religious aspirations of man... Yeshua is the way, the truth, and the life (הדֶּרֶךְ וְהָאֱמֶת וְהַחַיִּים): no one can draw near to the Heavenly Father apart from Him (John 14:6). [Hebrew for Christians]

https://hebrew4christians.com/

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Today’s message from the Institute for Creation Research

November 24, 2020

Leaning on the Word

“And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son....These things have I written unto you that believe on the name of the Son of God; that ye may know that ye have eternal life, and that ye may believe on the name of the Son of God.” (1 John 5:11, 13)

Our salvation does not find its basis in an emotional experience of the heart, although our emotional tendencies are God-given and not to be denied. Indeed, the salvation experience may be sweet and memorable, but all sorts of religions, non-religions, and cults have emotional experiences, like the Mormon’s “burning of the bosom.” But experiences alone are subjective and easily misinterpreted. Our faith should be a faith from the heart, and it should be founded on the written Word of God. The third verse of our hymn, “My Faith Has Found a Resting Place,” presents this timeless truth.

My heart is leaning on the Word, the written Word of God,

Salvation by my Savior’s name, Salvation thru’ His blood.

I need no other argument, I need no other plea,

It is enough that Jesus died, And that He died for me.

The Bible, God’s holy Word, is a book about Jesus and how God, through Jesus, deals with man. Much more could have been written: “But these are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through his name” (John 20:31). “Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved” (Acts 4:12). We were redeemed “with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot” (1 Peter 1:19).

And this is sufficient! Nothing else needs to be done or said or paid! Christ’s blood is enough! His Word tells us so. JDM

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“How Long?”

John Sawyer

Bedford Presbyterian Church

6 / 28 / 20

Psalm 13

Matthew 10:40-42

“How Long?”

(Maybe Sooner Than You Think)

Before I begin today’s sermon, I just want to clarify that the title of the sermon, “How Long?” does not refer to how long this sermon is going to be. Just in case you’re wondering, it will be somewhere between 12 and 14 minutes. So, place your bets and start your stopwatches.

The question, “How long?” is asked four times in today’s reading from the Book of Psalms. Now, if you are new to reading the Bible, the Book of Psalms is kind of like the songbook of the Bible. There are some big hits in this songbook. And, the biggest hit – number 1 in our hearts and on the charts – is probably “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.” (Psalm 23:1) But, over the course of 150 songs in the Book of Psalms, there are plenty of lesser-known-hits – some deep tracks. Today’s Psalm – Psalm 13 – is one of those.

Now you might have noticed that that Psalm 13 is not necessarily a “happy” song. You see, in the Book of Psalms, there are songs that cover the full range of human emotions. There are plenty of happy songs and there are songs that are heartbreakingly unhappy. These heartbreakingly unhappy songs are often referred to as “Psalms of Lament.” You know what it means to “lament,” right? In the Bible, there are instances of individual people as well as whole communities of people lamenting – wailing and mourning aloud because they are sorry about something, sad about something, and wanting and needing God’s help to make things better.

The author of today’s Psalm – possibly David, the person who became King David – is going through a really rough time. According to David, there is some “enemy” (Psalm 13:2b) that is giving him grief – someone, or something, that will be his undoing, unless God intervenes. David is hurting. He feels forgotten, or maybe that God is even hiding from him, on purpose. And all day long, he is carrying pain in his soul and has sorrow in his heart. And so, he asks, quite naturally, “How long are things going to be this way?”

As you and I look at the world with all of its troubles – a global pandemic, an economic crisis, the harsh and complex realities of race relations, not to mention any number of deeply personal issues in each of our lives – I wonder how many of us might be asking the question, “How long, O Lord. . . ?” How long will the pandemic last? How long before I can be with my family and friends, again; go out to eat in a restaurant, again; go back to school, go back to work, go to a movie, go to the theater, go to church. . . ? How long will I be lonely? How long will I be without a job? How long will my illness last? How long will the treatments be? How long will I be able to make it?

There are, indeed, times – maybe even times like these – when the prayer, “How long, O Lord?” is a prayer of your own heart. But, as we look at today’s scripture passage, it might be good for us to remember that we might not be the only people praying this prayer. And, even though many of us can identify with the person who feels beset by some kind of enemy – be it literal or figurative – what would happen if we read this Psalm as if it were being prayed by someone else?

What if you and I were to ask ourselves the question, “Who, besides me, is praying ‘How long, O Lord?’” What if it is a young mother in a refugee camp in Syria, or Turkey, or Kenya? What if it is a child, working long hours in a factory in Bangladesh? What if it is a father camped up against the border wall in Mexico, trying to protect his daughter from local cartel kidnappers? Does the “How long, O Lord?” prayer of people like these and countless others mean any less to God than your prayer or mine?

In recent weeks, our own country has seen and heard people crying and praying, “How long, O Lord?” a lot. One of the most powerful cries of “How long?” that I have heard recent years came from a black woman named Kimberly Jones from Atlanta. In a moment of lament, captured on camera, Ms. Jones painted the picture of racial and economic inequality in America. by talking about playing a game of Monopoly. Imagine, she said, playing 400 rounds of Monopoly in a row, and not allowing one of the players to have any money or anything on the board – just earning wealth for everyone else – and then playing another 50 rounds and having everything that player earned taken from them, and then the player who has nothing is told to catch up. If we wonder why people are angry and fed up, or get the impression that their lives matter less to the rest of us, this is one reason why. For Ms. Jones the long legacy of slavery and Jim Crow laws and the redlining of neighborhoods – which was something practiced even in nearby Manchester, NH[1] – means that black people will never catch up, no matter how hard they work, how many so-called diversity hires take place, unless something revolutionary occurs.[2] And, even though Ms. Jones does not utter the words, “How long?” it is clear that for her – and for millions of other people, it has been too long, and it’s not over yet.

I don’t want to speak for Kimberly Jones, but I wonder if she feels like she is beset by an enemy who exalts over her and her people – with intolerance, or indifference, or just plain impotent silence. And I lament this. My heart breaks. I don’t want it to be this way anymore, either. And I, too, start to wonder “How long, O Lord?”

Even though we might not like it, there is always a place and time for lament. Sometimes it is necessary. Sometimes it is inevitable. I have heard multiple leaders in the black religious community say in recent years that before any real racial reconciliation can occur, there has to be a time of communal lament and that we, as a people, have not done this yet. They tried it in South Africa after Apartheid with the Truth and Reconciliation Commission – with the idea that the truth must be told before reconciliation can occur. But it is clear that in a case like this, the truth hurts – to speak it and to hear it. . . so much injustice, so much wrong, so much to learn, and remember, and heal. And, yet, just as the truth often does hurt, it makes us uncomfortable on the way to setting us free. And all of us want to be free. . .

I want to take just a moment to check in with those of you who are still wondering how long today’s sermon is going to be and are keeping track of the time. I imagine that for some of you, today’s sermon has turned out to be longer than you may have been hoping. I acknowledge that talking about lament and race and history and the truth does not always make for a nice and comforting sermon. Maybe some of you are wishing that the lectionary passage for the day was Psalm 23. And I am sure that some of you might be wondering where the good news is, this morning.

I think there is good news in a couple of places, starting with the faith of the Psalmist who is lifting up a cry of lamentation. You might remember that at the end of Psalm 13, we read the words, “But I trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord, because God [and maybe not anyone else] has dealt bountifully[3] with me”(13:5-6) There is hope – even in a hopeless situation – that somehow trusting in the steadfast love of the Lord will bring joy and fulfillment, in the end. How long, though, until this happens? If Jesus would have his way, maybe sooner than you or I think.

In today’s reading from the Gospel of Matthew, we find Jesus talking with his disciples. This is right after Jesus has said that he has not come to bring peace, but division, saying that because of him, entire families will be set against one another. “Those who find their life will lose it, and those who lose their life for my sake will find it,” (Matthew 10:39) Jesus says. These are challenging words for any follower of Jesus – that we would or could or should give our lives over, completely, to the Prince of Peace. . . even to the degree that we would lose our lives. But then Jesus says, “Whoever welcomes you welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me.” (10:40)

There is a lot that could be said about this little passage – one of Jesus’ lesser known hits – in which he says that being welcoming and hospitable to one another means that we are welcoming the Holy into our midst. It is so good to feel and know welcome, but what if we were to imagine that we aren’t the ones who need to be welcomed? What if we are the ones who are being urged to welcome and be hospitable to others – who might look or vote or come from a completely different place – and, in the process, thereby welcoming Jesus?

For those of you keeping track of the time, I’ll close with this – There is a place called Megiddo,[4] which is the ruin of a fortress city Israel. Megiddo sits near an ancient crossroads where armies from Egypt and Babylon and Greece and Rome all came marching through – conquering everything in their path. If you were to visit that crossroads, today, you would see a jail where Palestinian prisoners are held. It is a place of great enmity and division. . . always has been. At the site of Megiddo, there are between eight and twenty-six layers of ruins going back 7,000 years before the time of Jesus. Each layer represents a different civilization who built and planted and hoped and worked for the best and thought they would thrive forever; and then, in the end, was torn down by the next conquering army – the next civilization.

The last time I was at Megiddo, looking at that big mound of jumbled rocks – all of those layers – one of the pilgrims in our group – Steve – wondered, aloud, “When people in the future study our layer, what will they find and say about us? What will we be known for?” After reflecting on this question over the course of several months, Steve later wrote that he hoped our layer would be one of radical welcome. Could we be the civilization that finally – after all of the civilizations that came before us – somehow figured out how to welcome one another, and love one another, and serve on another, and live together in harmony? What if we could? What if we were willing?

How long would it take to get to a place like that? How long to be a people like that? What will we be known for, when all is said and done?

Friends, God is not done with us yet. God is at work on you – and in you and through you – bringing about a new creation, a new heaven and new earth. How long will it take? It will take as long as it takes. But, with God’s help – working through even you and me – may it happen sooner than we think.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

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[1]https://dsl.richmond.edu/panorama/redlining/#loc=13/42.988/-71.495&city=manchester-nh.

[2] This is the clip of Kimberly Jones’ passionate speech. WARNING: Language might not be suitable for some people – definitely not for church. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=llci8MVh8J4.

[3] Deal fully or adequately, recompense, repay, requite. BDB, p. 168.

[4] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tel_Megiddo.

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tagged by @ohpotter thank you :)

rules: you must answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people

tagging: sorry if some of you were already tagged @alyseofwonderland @clonetracers @lingering-snow @gemfyre @skip-mucky @ruinsrebuilt @gendryw4ters @alexpenkala @emono-omae @roecompany I know that’s not 20 but...

THE LAST

1. drink: water 2. phone call: my bank 3. text message: idk, I barely text any, I mainly just use messanger apps... probably my Dad 4. song you listened to: The Abduction - Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 5. time you cried: I don’t know, since my anxiety calmed down I haven’t cried as much 6. dated someone twice: nope, never even dated someone once 7. kissed someone and regretted it: still no 8. been cheated on: no 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: my mental health wasn’t the best when I was a teenager, definitely an anxiety disorder, and hating myself for a while, but I don’t know whether I got as far as depression, I don’t want to offend anyone who actually had depression... 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no, I don’t drink

3 FAVOURITE COLOURS 12. blue 13. black 14. purple

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. made new friends: yeah, started University this time last year, met some awesome people 16. fallen out of love: nope, never fallen in love 17. laughed until you cried: probably 18. found out someone was talking about you: I don’t think so. I mean my Mum talks crap about me all the time but 19. met someone who changed you: uh, yeah, I guess 20. found out who your friends are: not quite sure what that means 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: nope, never kissed anyone

GENERAL 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them bar one, I only add people who I actually know, but there was one girl who I was friends with on deviantart back when I was about 13, but now I only add people that I know and talk too. I don’t even add people who I went to school with if I never talked to them. I don’t know, it just feels weird to do that on FB to me, 23. do you have any pets: our family has a chocolate labrador 24. do you want to change your name: um...no? It’s weird. I don’t really like my name, but not as in I don’t like it as a name, I just don’t like it for me. But I also couldn’t imagine having any other name. 25. what did you do for your last birthday: nothin 26. what time did you wake up: 8am-ish 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping 28. name something you can’t wait for: I don’t know... uh I’m being a vendor at the artist alley in Linc-Con (Lincoln, Comic Con) and it’s my first time being a vendor or doing anything like this and I’m nervous but excited but nervous. So I guess that. And Thor Ragnarok. 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: Like, an hour ago. I’m still staying at home for the summer, I move back to University next Monday. 31. what are you listening to right now: Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 (what a surprise) 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes 33. something that is getting on your nerves: uh, a lot of stuff, I’m very anxious all the time. in terms of something that’s annoying me... not much. 34. most visited website: Probably tumblr or youtube. 35. hair colour: brown 36. long or short hair: Long-ish. I’d like it to be a bit longer, but it hasn’t grown in like years. Seriously, I’ve never had a proper hair-cut, I just trim slip ends off and it hasn’t grown in so long no one ever believes that I’ve never had my hair cut. 37. do you have a crush on someone: not really, there’s clebs I’m attracted too, but there not crushes 38. what do you like about yourself: uh... I hate saying stuff like this, I always worry that I’ll come across big-headed. If I have to say something... I’m creative? 39. want any piercings: nope 40. blood type: no idea, I really should know, but I’ve never known and I’m not sure how to find out 41. nickname: None. I’m the only person with my name I’ve known that likes to be called Rebecca over being called Becky. I hate being called Becky. I had a teacher that called my Becks and I didn’t mind that too much. I do like pet-name / terms of endearment though. 42. relationship status: single 43. zodiac: taurus 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: band of brothers, legion, house of cards, halt and catch fire, brooklyn nine nine, hannibal, flight of the conchords, peaky blinders, star trek, the tudors, torchwood, the thick of it 46. tattoos: no, I like tattoos, but don’t want any myself 47. right or left handed: right handed 48. surgery: nope 49. piercing: no, don’t want any 50. sport: I did swimming for a long time, I don’t do it often now, but still enjoy it. I also have a thing for learning K-Pop choreography and then doing K-Pop random dance plays. It’s a decent workout when you’re too shy to exercise with anyone around and you don’t have the money for the gym anyway. 51. vacation: Haven’t gone in years, can’t afford it. The last time I went out for the day was with our Uni’s Harry Potter society and we spent the day at the Harry Potter studios. There’s another Buckbeak now and you can bow to him and he bows back and honestly I just love him so much and didn’t want to leave him. 52. pair of trainers: I actually don’t have any anymore. The closest the trainers I have is probably my converse.

MORE GENERAL 53. eating: um, I may snacking on tic-tacs 54. drinking: water 55. i’m about to: after finishing typing this, I need to test out how the Transformers print I just finished will look once it’s printed out, and then it’s back to making charms 56. waiting for: nothing for today, but I am kidna getting nervous about moving back to Uni 57. want: I got a 2.1 last year and I’d really like to get a 1st this year at Uni. Also to keep my Etsy shop up and running and to do well at comic con. 58. get married: eh. I honestly couldn’t care less. I’d be very happy to be in a committed relationship without being married. 59. career: want to be a concept artist for film, but will probably still freelance on the side

WHICH IS BETTER 60. hugs or kisses: what about both? at the same time?? 61. lips or eyes: as in what I’m more attracted too? idk 62. shorter or taller: I’d want a partner to be taller than me, which isn’t hard as I’m 5′4″ 63. older or younger: ...I’m not going to lie. I have a pretty big thing for older guys, but realistically it would be better and probably healthier to date someone around my own age. Although now I am starting to be attracted to some guys around my own age, and I’ve never had a preference for older or younger women. 64. nice arms or nice stomach: ... 65. hook up or relationship: relationship. I could never do a hook-up or casual sex or a casual relationship. 66. troublemaker or hesitant: I guess hesitant?

HAVE YOU EVER 67. kissed a stranger: still no 68. drank hard liquor: nope, don’t drink 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: I like the only person in my family that doesn’t need glasses 70. turned someone down: actually yes, once, but he said he’d liked me for the past 7 years and I hadn’t even had a conversation with him (saying hello to each other when he saw each around school doesn’t count) in the last 5 years and I hadn’t seen him at all in the last 2 years so it just felt kinds creepy to me. 71. sex on the first date: no, haven’t had sex, haven’t been on a date. I don’t think I’d ever feel comfortable doing that. Not unless it was a date with someone who was a super close friend so you already know and trust them, but even then probably would never want to do that. 72. broken someone’s heart: not as far as I’m aware off 73. had your heart broken: no 74. been arrested: no 75. cried when someone died: yes 76. fallen for a friend: nope

DO YOU BELIEVE IN 77. yourself: eh 78. miracles: no 79. love at first sight: no, it’s really impossible, you can feel attraction at first sight, but you can’t love someone you don’t know 80. santa claus: no 81. kiss on the first date: I mean, that kinda feels like the odd one out in this category. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. 82. angels: idk, I’m agnostic. I don’t really know if there’s any higher power of anything. Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t. Either way I’m not going to worry about it, I’m just going to make the most of my life either way and try to be a good person regardless cos that’s just the decent thing to do.

OTHER 83. current best friend’s name: idk if I really have a ‘best friend’. I have friends, some of them I talk to more than others, but I don’t really rank friends. 84. eye colour: blue 85. favorite movie: ...this would be a really long list, are you sure you want that, I’ll try and put a few: Lord of the Rings, Baby Driver, Cap: Winter Soldier, Rise of the Guardians, The Princess Bride, The Breakfast Club, Inception, The Prince of Egypt, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Kingsman, The Martian, Mad Max Fury Road, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (I know it’s not a great film but I love the characters), Mission Impossible 4 (didn’t expect to like MI but there you go), Iron Man, The Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy 1 + 2, Deadpool, Interview with the Vampire (I love Lestat and Louis but you can probably guess my feelings about Anne Rice), Fight Club.. I should stop typing now.

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I was tagged by @yongguksgummysmile 💗💗Thank You💗💗

Rules: You must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people!

The last: 1. Drink -Water. 2. Phone call -My mom. 3. Text message -My uncle. 4. Song you listend too -Summer 127-Nct 127. 5. Time you cried -The other day it was over some family stuff. 6. Dated someone twice -No. 7. Kissed someone and regretted it -No,I’ve actually never been kissed. 8. Been cheated on -No. 9. Lost someone special -Not yet… 10. Been depressed -Yes. 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up -No. List three favorite colors: 12.Red 13.Gold 14.Creamy off white. In the last year have you: 15. Made new friends -Yes. 16. Fallen out of love -No. 17. Laughed until you cried -Yes,what is life without laughter. 18. Found someone who talked about you-Kinda but it was harmless. 19. Met someone who changed you -Yes,that motherfucker. 20. Found out who your friends are -No. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list -No,thank God. General: 22. How many of your facebook friends do you know in real life -About 90% expect for some MonBebes I friended. 23. Do you have any pets -Yes,lots actually. 24. Do you want to change your name -No I like my name. 25. What did you do for your last birthday -Had a family dinner. 26. What time did you wake up -11:08 a.m. 27. What were you doing at midnight last night -On the couch watching dekospatch 3 lmao. 28. Name something you cant wait for -My new purse and MX cd to get here. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom -A few hours ago. 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life -Idk that’s kinda a loaded question. 31. What are you listening to right now -Silsila Ye Chahat Ke-from Devdas. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom -No,I know of some Toms but never actually talked to one. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves -Nothing atm. 34. Most visited website -Tumblr,sadly. 35. Elementary -Finished. 36. Middle school -Finished. 37. High school -I’m homeschooled and I’m a few months behind so I won’t graduate till next year. 38. Collage -I’m stuck between going to become a physiologist or going to cosmetology school and be a MUA but idk yet it’s stressing me out. 39. Hair color -Dark brown with tealish tips but I’m going back red soon. 40. Long or short hair -Long. 41. Do you have a crush on someone -No. 42. What do you like about yourself -I answered a ask thing about this the other day,several things actually. 43. Piercings -My ears but I’m planning on getting my nipples done for my birthday and I’d like several others too. 44. Blood type -Idk actually. 45. Nickname -Girlie,mook,anna banana,butter face. 46. Relationship status -Single. 47. Pronouns -She/her. 48. Favorite tv show -Hannibal,The Get Down,AHS,HTGAWM. 49. Tattoos -None but I’d like some. 50. Right or left hand -Right. 51. Surgery -I had my tonsils out. 52. Sport -I love watching basketball but I’m not a sports person. 53. Vacation -I’m poor,poor folks don’t vacation. 54. Pair of trainers -Sneakers? Then yeah. 55. Eating -I eat breakfast and dinner I don’t like eating lunch because I feel too full. 56. Drinking -I try to stay as hydrated as possible but I love Dr.Pepper too much for my own good. 57. Im about to -Nothing. 58. Waiting for -Nothing I’m chillin rn. 59. Want -Money 😜 60. Get married -Perhaps one day. 61. Career -Phycologist or MUA. Which is better: 62. Hugs or kisses -Hugs. 63. Lips or eyes -Lips. 64. Shorter or taller -Taller. 65. Older or younger -Older. 66. Nice arms or nice stomach -Nice arms,gosh I love someone with nice biceps. 67. Sensitive or loud -Both,an equal partnership. 68. Hook up or relationship -Relationship. 69. Troublemaker or hesitant -I’m a very hesitant person so perhaps a troublemaker to keep it interesting. Have you ever: 70. Kissed a stranger -No. 71. Drank hard liquor -No,don’t plan to either. 72. Lost glasses/contact lenses -No don’t wear them. 73. Turned someone down -No. 74. Sex on first date -No,personally I wouldn’t consider sex unless I was with a person for a good while like a year or so but that’s just me. 75. Broken someones heart -No. 76. Had your heart broken -No. 77. Been arrested -No. 78. Cried when someone died -Yes,I’ve had my fair share of death these last two years. 79. Fallen for a friend -No. Do you believe in 80. Yourself -Mostly,but I do question myself too much. 81. Miracles -Yes,I’ve seen them happen. 82. Love at first sight -Yes. 83. Santa Claus -No. 84. Kiss on the first date -If I really felt them then yes. 85. Angles -Yes,I’m Christian(though I am looking into becoming an Orthodox Christian but that’s another post) 86. Fate -Yes,she’s a bitch. 87. Ghosts -Yes,I’ve seen them. 88. Supernatural -^^^^ Other: 89. Current best friends name -My mom,so Sonia. 90. Eye color -Dark Brown. 91. Favorite movie -The Prince of Egypt or The Hobbit:A unexpected journey. 92. People you can trust -My family. I tag: @barackabomination @holyschmidt-im-quisenghoran @softboynamjoon @novaya-model @ilovepuppysizedelephants @besidejubaby @all-for-the-love-of-rocknroll @theincarnatefireofhell @warof-hormone @powers-of-killjoy @nebulaegem @heybabybee @bigboijihoon @drakeofficialvevo @softsoo @sonuwoo @sailoralderaan @rapmonhyuk @shavvty @pyropes like always you don’t have to do this!!

#whew this was big #thanks again sweetie!!#long post #tag thing

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4R’s: Encantadia Season 2 (April 10, 2017 episode review)

Iris-message: As announced by GMA Encantadia on Twitter, we’re only going to have three episodes this week, so the week-ender episode will definitely be on Wednesday, as you all know it’s lenten, and Holy Thursday, Good Friday and Black Saturday will be our time to reflect and re-connect with our own Emre, our beloved God. Fam bam and I are prolly gonna do the usual stuff, Visita Iglesia, Station of the cross, the usual stuff, and I would most probably re-watch the Ten Commandments because I love that movie so much or the Prince of Egypt maybe. So in advance, may our long weekend be a meaningful one!

Episode 191

Recap:

How to fake it

Ybrahim started to throw a shade at Avria, Hagorn and Asval, but before this turns into a nasty, deadly match, Alena “humbled” herself and apologized on Ybrahim’s behalf. The peace talk continued, with Danaya trying to convince Avria that they have really come for peace. To be able to do that, Avria demanded to surrender all of the gems in their possession to her. Danaya assured that they aren’t going to use the gems against them, but Avria did not believe, she is fully aware that the diwatas do not trust her and vice versa. Avria ended the talk and told them to meet her in the battle field but Danaya stopped her and finally gave her what she wanted—the brilyante ng lupa. Ybrahim strongly opposed but Danaya stood firm on her decision and handed the gem over to Avria, but the latter also demanded for the remaining gems, Alena was ready to surrender hers if Avria vows not to hurt any encantado, and stop their evil schemes against Lireo in general, Avria told her she will think it over and did not get the water gem, at this point, Avria was convinced that Danaya was “sincere” of her desire for peace, the talk ended successfully.

Hearing the news about Alena, Danaya and Ybrahim going to Etheria to bargain made Pao Pao, Muyak and Ariana worried. Pao Pao knew Avria won’t settle for peace unless the sang’gres hand over the gems to her. The monarchs returned to Lireo, everyone was waiting for Danaya to spread the news. Rehav Manik assured that the Punjabwes are going to fight on their side, but Danaya told everyone that no war is going to take place, for she has surrendered the earth gem to Avria and this made the Etherian queen agree for a ceasefire. Though the talk was a success, Ybrahim was still worried, everyone knows that Etherians will never keep their promise and feared for that day when they will all be mercilessly killed. This had everyone worried as well, Alena shut Ybrahim and everyone up and asked the rest except the monarchs to leave them for awhile. Now that only Danaya, Alena, Imaw and Ybrahim were left, it was now time to tell the truth, Alena made a shield out of her water gem to make sure no one else will hear, Danaya revealed that she created an exact replica of her earth gem and the fake one was handed over to Avria, she also made sure that the replica works just like the real earth gem to make Avria believe that it is really Danaya’s brilyante. Ybrahim apologized and commended Danaya for coming up with that scheme, but he knew Avria is going to discover the truth eventually, Danaya could only hope by the time it happens, Emre and Cassiopeia has already succeeded with their mission.

To make him smile again

Ybrahim was studying the map of Encantadia, apparently he still wanted to seek revenge on Etheria, Ariana found him and told him how relieved she was that he made it back safely, Ybrahim asked her why, Ariana bluffed and told him that she doesn’t want him to get hurt but it only made Ybrahim ask more questions, Ariana and Ybrahim would have been placed in another awkward moment if Alena didn’t come, Ybrahim excused himself and told Ariana to call it a night. Alena had the chance to talk to Ariana, she had been listening to her conversation with Ybrahim and decided to confront the Punjabwe-a, Alena asked Ariana if she was in-love with Ybrahim, and although Ariana gave her an indirect answer, Alena knew she harbors feelings for the king. Alena is the most sensitive and observant among the sisters thus she knew that Ariana feels something for Ybrahim from the way she looks at him, to the way she acts towards him. Ariana apologized and made it clear that she doesn’t have any plans on stealing him from Alena, but Alena told her that everything between her and Ybrahim has long been ended, and all she ever wants is for him to be happy, thus Alena asked Ariana to make him fall in-love with her, Ybrahim has been through so much pain and Alena wants to see the man she once loved smile again, and the key she believes is Ariana.

The golden hourglass

Amarro and Lila Sari did not hesitate to reveal where Avria got her powers from, but Pirena already knew that and wanted to know where her army came from instead. Amarro and Lila Sari told her about the golden hourglass that Avria used along with the gems to help Etherians travel to the present time. The hourglass is a powerful tool that makes anyone travel from one timeline to another (or turn back time), Pirena became interested at this in hopes to turn back to the time when Mira needed her help the most, unfortunately, only Avria knows where it is. Pirena immediately came up with a plan but before leaving, she told Lila Sari and Amarro that Deshna is in Adjantao, a place Hagorn chose to hide the child. It was a lie, and Pirena had to do it because she’s still going to use her sister against Hagorn.

Meanwhile in Etheria, Hagorn suspected something about Danaya surrendering the earth gem wasn’t right, Asval set those thoughts aside but Hagorn has a point, the sang’gres aren’t stupid to hand over the gems without coming up with a plan. Asval’s suspicions rose, a Hathor came and whispered something to Hagorn, he left Asval who was still pondering over Hagorn’s words. Asval went to Avria and told her his doubts, to be able to confirm, Avria tested the gem out, it unleashed power, something that fake ones can’t. Avria was very certain she has the real earth gem.

The former king of Hathoria found out that Pirena was outside the Etherian palace, Pirena immediately asked Hagorn a favor to help her, Pirena wanted to enter the palace without anyone noticing. At first, Hagorn did not want to but Pirena threatened to tell Lila Sari where Deshna is which forced Hagorn to grant her request. Pirena made it inside, Hagorn warned her that he will be the one to punish her in case she gets caught. Pirena thanked her father and proceeded with her plan.

Rave/s:

💚 YES ALENA! Out of everything she has done, I think that one thing that makes me really proud of her character is that she has finally moved on (take note of the word, “MINSAN”) she has been through a lot of pain, she made mistakes in the past but in the end, she did not let her anger take control of her, she has grown so much from being a pabebe sang’gre, to a vengeful mother, to a confidently beautiful woman with a heart, and I couldn’t be more proud as an encantadik, I think she has the most beautiful character transition out of all other characters, her heart was once her Achilles’ heel, but look at her now! And I love how Gabbi is portraying the character these past few weeks, although it took a really long time, but I really have to say that she succeeded on merging her own personality with Alena’s. She has finally connected with her character, she herself witnessed everything Alena went through and this led her to finally understand and dig deeper into the character, and for that I am truly, genuinely proud of Gabbi. If I could hug Alena right now I swear I will do it and I’ll tell her how she makes me proud every single day, I hope everyone feels the same, every Alena fan, every AleBarro/YbraLena fan, every GabRu fan, let Alena be, because nothing is more satisfying than knowing your self-worth. Nothing is more awesome than to finally tell yourself that, “Finally, it’s over.” She chose to be free and she got it, now all I want is for her to find that true happiness and get that one precious thing she always wanted, someone who can give her the love she has been searching. Kebs na kung beauty and the Beast ang peg, let’s give AleMemfes a chance. Let’s give Gabbi a chance to prove that she is the next ultimate leading lady! Wish you luck Gab and Lance!

💛 DAYUM DANAYA YOU DA QUEEN! I love how this show redeemed itself from their “unacceptable” episodes for the past two weeks, the battle of who’s smarter, who’s better is definitely on! Love you queen, this show is finally telling everyone that it is not only Pirena who knows how to think.

🌷 Because I love this week-starter in general, I’m not gonna rant about anything. Y’all probably know that I’m still gonna shoot fires at Arra’s performance, BUT, I decided not to do that because I don’t wanna break my own bubble and lash out at Arra [again], I felt like I’m already getting used to her shitty performance, or maybe I’m not in the mood? Whatever! Acting-wise I am still uncertain and unconvinced that Arra deserves the role, but narrative-wise this is how it should be. Set aside all of your anger towards Ariana and focus on the story itself, remember Amihan’s sarkosi is inside Ariana’s body so technically Ariana is still Amihan, although her characterization is inconsistent as fuck, I would still go for this route but I do NOT agree with the making Ybrahim fall for Ariana part, I mean sure they feel some sort of connection with each other, but I would rather let them discover and realize their feelings for each other in a slow-burn kind of way than “forcing themselves to each other,” god! Amihan will never do such thing even if she loves her man so much. Duh. So you know, I’ve been really, really ranting about Arra and Ariana lately, and it’s no surprise to you guys, but you see, I’m already fed up at making the same old comments all over again, I feel like it’s pathetic how I’m stressing myself over an actress whom I’m not sure if she can really act. I had the chance to go over my previous reviews from last week and last, last week, and I just realized that rooting for Arra is just…pointless, and me ranting endlessly about her wouldn’t change the fact that they chose her to play the character, I mean they already chose her so they gotta stand up on their decision, panindigan nila ‘yan. Now before you react, let me just make myself clear, I’M TIRED AT HATING ON ARIANA, I’m sick at blabbing shits about Arra, and I’m so done at lambasting her story, telling everyone her story should be like this and that. I’VE HAD ENOUGH OKAY? I wanna stop because I have to, I hate being stressed, and Arra is my source of stress, so I have to get her out of my nerves dude, it’s bad for my health! I have come to this point where I am already starting to “accept” that Ruru’s going to do all the hard work for the rest of this whole Ybriana “romance”, and the only thing that’s gonna save Arra’s face in the show is the Amihan/Kylie flash backs, okay, noted. I’m just going to give all the hopeless chances on her, and take note, I repeat, those are “HOPELESS chances,” that means I no longer care, let her do her thing, I’m not expecting anything, period. If she does impress, good, I’ll rave about her, and if not, then I guess I’m just gonna sarcastically thank her forever for annihilating what would have been Amihan’s second shot at life, and until Arra proves me wrong, I am not going to see Ariana and Amihan as one character.

Rant/s:

No rants so far.

I’m really happy at Alena and Danaya’s progresses and I’m not gonna let a few minutes of crap ruin it! Nuh-uh.

Best performer/s for this episode: Gabbi Garcia 🌊

Rating: 9 out of 10💎s

Photo credits: From Twitter: @GMAEncantadia (Encantadia 2016-2017 official twitter acct) @gmanetwork (GMA Network); official website: gmanetwork.com @GMADrama (GMA Drama)

From Facebook: Encantadia 2016; official website: encantadia.com.ph

Video credits: GMA Network via YouTube & dailymotion

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