#a snake pit filled of lies and deception

[thehawaiianqueen-art]

He tried. I still can’t believe that thing is fucking green!

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#aizawa shouta #boko no hero academia #my hero academia #Digital Illustration #art of tumblr #Tumblr Artist #Lilith Friggason #TheHawaiianQueenArt #eri my hero academia #Eri Chan #mha eri #dadzawa #mha oc #a snake pit filled of lies and deception #shouta aizawa

[kittyspring-creates]

Whelp I’ve gotten into an obscure ship once again. This time its Pips and Zak from fernGully. 

Au where Pip flies with Crysta to the humans to check it out. The two get separated when Zak begins to chase their light. Pip gets caught and Crysta reacts by shrining the human so he didn’t harm her friend. She loses them both when the human gets stuck on a spider web. She flies away from the scene thinking her friend was right behind her. But he saw where Zak had landed where the woman did not. He goes to safe the human and gets tangled up in his own curiosity of the humans. 

Once Zak calms down from the shock of being shrunk Pips promises to take him to the woman that shrank him to get it reversed. In the moment he expresses his worry of the red paint on the trees which Zak lies about it being a barrier. 

as the two make their way to FernGully and Pips shows him the wonders all around, Zak struggles with free love and the prejudice he grew up with in his own world. Despite being a 80′s-90′s guy the concept of loving another man was still frowned upon . 

While up on the mushrooms for rest he tells pips about the restriction in his world. Keeping to himself how he’s thinking about it cause the fairy is the most beautiful person he’s ever met. The story sadness Pips, telling the human he could never imagine a world that controlled love. Love is love whether your a fairy or a snake. 

Despite hurting the tree and angering Pips he still manages to make the man smile again with a boat ride. Its the most free he’s ever felt. The two ending up at the fairy tree where Pips presents the man to everyone. Crysta hugs her friend. Expressing how she thought he had fallowed her and how she and the beetle boys were looking for him all night. Finding a large yellow rectangle instead. Crysta a little weary of Pips new friend was startled when he played the stereo. But joined in with everyone as they danced, sharing a few moves with Pips. But he left her to dance with the human something he had never done before. She didn’t know how to handle her friend giving attention to someone else and it made her act a little non welcoming. 

Shoving Zak against the largest beetle boy and telling him that fernGully can be dangerous if he’s not carful. Which he took as a friendly warning. But Pips didn’t. The two get into a bit of an argument and pips leaves to fly off with the human promising that she would turn him back when she cooled off. She has a hard time controlling her power when she’s calm let alone when she’s angry. 

Instead Pips shows him more of their world and Zak mentally lets go of the restrictions of his world. Kissing a man for the first time. Worried at first when Pips leans back but the fairy mimics the action and the two continue to sore into the air. 

Meanwhile Crysta finds her teacher, to ask for guidance on the issue. But there is a bigger issue, the damaged trees. The younger tries to stress that Zak promised it was fine and when she is shown the red marks are targets not a burrier she becomes worried for her friend that has been deceived. She finds the boys hanging out with the beetles and learning how to skip pits of tree and clay into the river. She stresses to her friend about the deception which he doesn’t want to believe but he asks Zak anyways. Exploding with anger at being lied to the human tries to stress its not what he wanted. But the time has come to try and save their home. 

In the choas of everything they all get separated, baring the tree, Zak making sure everyone got inside safely from the ground. Crysta taking on the role of protector. When Pips notices Zak trying to climb the machine to get in he pushes back his pain of being deceived and helps the human out, watching him from the window as he turns the machine off. The celebration cut short with Hexxus continuing his plan then Crysta flying into his mouth to save her people. The fear causes Pips to hold onto the human. Till roots begin to form around the smog. He then rushes to help his friend whom he hopes is still alive. 

After all their work and bringing everyone to safety. Crysta apologizes to Zak for behaving the way she did. She never ha to share her friends attention with anyone before. Then she tells Pips to say goodbye before she turns him back. Their goodbye is filled with Zak thanking the fairy for setting his heart free. 

despite teh sorrow of letting one another go to rejoin their separate worlds, their love lives inside the seed that Zak planted and Crysta helped grow.  

my bad for that being super long and sort of a summery of the movie, also battys there Pips just blows off all the things he says and warns about. 

#ferngully #Pips x zak #Zak young #au

[sun-spark]

Shadow's of the Past Haunt and Creative Monsters Hide

In celebration of a new Sander Sides Episode, I finally finished editing the 36 page fic that has been completed since March of 2018. Yes, 2 years. No, don’t ask and take it up with my depression.

Summary:

Directly 'After Can Lying Be Good?' Thomas and the sides make an effort to accept Deceit as part of their famILY and see past his function to his personality, much like they did with Virgil, not wanting to have a repeat of when the anxious trait had disappeared with Deceit. As the half-snake gets more comfortable with them Thomas starts to notice that he is always tense, waiting for something, and he intends to find out what it is. Before he can ask carefully the thing Deceit was afraid of comes back from eh past to haunt them all.

The mysterious thing from Deceit and Virgil's isn't the only thing to return, as Roman loses control and is forced to deal with his other half, long hidden and unknown to the others...well most of them.

Warnings: Reference/Past Abuse (Verbal, Physical, Emotional) - This is stated not described.

Tags: Sympathetic Deceit, Protective Thomas, Protective Virgil, Protective Roman, Protective Logan, Caring Patton, Hurt Deceit, Hurt Roman, Hurt Virgil, Hidden Side, Hurt/Comfort, FamILY, Healing, Trauma, Trauma Recovery, Angst.

Ao3 Link: Here

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

It was hardly easy, but Thomas had been making an effort to make Deceit feel like part of the family, as had the others, not wishing to repeat what had happened with Virgil. True, none of them were particularly fond of what he represented, but they attempted to set aside his function and focus on the person behind it, and they had to admit that sometimes his function was self-preservation for Thomas’ sake rather than a source of darkness. It was a rocky journey to be sure, unlearning stiff morals they’d had ingrained from childhood. It had taken some time for Deceit to drop his walls and let them in, to stop snarling and spitting lies dripping with cruelty every time they addressed him.

Things were better, though still tense. Patton took to it the best, practically shoveling food at his new ‘snakey-kiddo’ when he realized how thin he was, and layering blankets on top of him at every random interval. The abrupt and energetic affection made Deceit jumpy and elicited many hisses out of him, but he soon learned to just accept it, startling a bit and settling with an eye-roll as Patton bumbled around him affectionately.

Logan had “seen the logic in treating the other as a member of the group rather than ostracizing him, after all his function is not to harm you or us, Thomas” and had, as such, made an effort to converse with the lying trait whenever possible. It had been frustrating for both of them, Deceit not used to calm conversation that didn’t hide danger, and Logan annoyed at having to flip all of Deceit’s words around to mean the opposite. It didn’t help when Patton laughed gleefully and said he was “proud of his kiddos for playing opposites!”

Virgil, oddly, had been both the worst and the best of them. He knew what it was like to be shunned and hated for a nature he couldn’t change, but Deceit’s very nature made him uneasy. Their attempts at cohabitation had been halting and tense at first, but eventually they settled into a truce on the common ground of them both acting to keep Thomas safe above all else, even if neither of them liked how the other went about it. These two could often be found silently curled up near each other, sharing the silence as they read or scrolled through their phones. To the others, it seemed tense, but Deceit and Virgil both appreciated the calm nature of their time together.

Thomas had shocked all of them when he had not only been the first one to suggest they include Deceit, but when he had gone the extra length of summoning the half-snake for the sole purpose of keeping him company. All of them, especially Deceit, had expected their host to be hostile towards the manifestation of his deception, but apparently the young man’s kindness had won over his apprehension.

Deceit spent nearly a month waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for Patton to disown him, which had admittedly come to a few close calls with the strict-moral compass the side had. Waiting for Logan to snap and yell at him in anger, shunning him permanently and attacking his core with cold facts. Waiting for Virgil to finally bare his teeth and tear at him with claws and teeth alike. Waiting for Thomas to either admit it was helpless or drop the charade of pretending he didn’t despise everything Deceit was. But it never happened, none of it, and, albeit haltingly, Deceit started to hope that maybe he was truly welcome.

The only problem was Roman, and Thomas became aware of this as Deceit began popping up more and more often, unbidden and uncalled. He didn’t really mind, the half-snake wasn’t obtrusive, and he seemed kind of lonely when he first showed up, though he denied that relentlessly. At first, he thought his Deceitful side was just more comfortable with him, that he was beginning to feel more included, and that had made him happy, but then little things had started to catch his notice. Deceit still startled when Patton popped up, but he began looking around with wide eyes, every muscles tense, as if waiting for an attack, even though Patton wanted nothing more than to wrap him in blankets, knowing the half-snake ran cold. He tensed when Logan rose up to speak with him, eyes darting to the corner nervously as he carried on the conversation, and Thomas watched, noting how he seemed ready to bolt. When Virgil appeared and flopped on the couch next to him, Deceit jumped before settling, but his eyes stayed on the tv, though nothing played on its black surface. Thomas hung back and observed, frowning as the progress they had made seemed to be erasing itself, replaced with an ever-growing fear.

He had pulled Virgil aside briefly and asked him about it, but the dark trait had only shrugged. “He’s worried about somethin’. Darn near terrified, but I dunno what.”

That hadn’t been the answer he wanted, but it was the only one Virgil had to give, so Thomas resigned himself to watching and taking note of Deceit’s reactions to, and interactions with, the others. He watched for nearly another month after the first, silently taking it all in to examine later. More than one night found him without sleep as the niggling pit of worry in his stomach kept his focus. As he stared at his ceiling late in the night, he would examined Deceit’s reactions to each side in turn, and how their interactions had changed. Thing was, at nearly three months since they had accepted him as part of the family, they hadn’t changed in any massive way. He still quietly submitted to Patton’s excessive affection with eye-rolls and snarky comments. He still sat in companionable silence with Virgil with occasional conversation and sibling-esq bickering. He still debated with Logan, and while that had not become less tense, it also had not become more so. He and Roman…Thomas sat up wide-eyed with realization.

Three months and he had never seen Deceit interact with Roman outside of a few videos. Indeed, the snake-like side had always managed to disappear when the fanciful side showed up to talk with Thomas or one of the others when they were manifested. He would go silent and slip away as quietly as he could, while Roman held the attention of everyone else, not to reappear until Roman was gone once again. He thought about it for a moment, a sick feeling twisting in his gut. When one side showed up Deceit would scan the area where the others normally stood, as well as the rest of the room, before turning his attention to his companion, panic lessening only when his scan was complete. His eyes were always drawn to the corner, to the tv, whether it played something or not...where Roman usually stood. Thomas had seen that mentions of Disney or theatre, or any point that usually sparked an argument with the creative trait elicited muted panic from Deceit. He just hadn’t made the connection, assuming that Deceit either didn’t enjoy Disney films or loud conflict.

Thomas frowned as he lay back down. Was Roman acting toward Deceit as he once had Virgil? He had hoped that Roman had learned better than that by now. Or perhaps things were merely tense between them because of Deceit’s manipulation of the creative trait months ago? He wanted an answer to these questions, but…. he sighed, he wasn’t going to summon them and risk accidentally cornering Deceit and making him panic with his queries. Or getting Roman defensive and hostile. He would wait, he wasn’t sure for how long, but he needed a better plan than that.

***

As fate would have it, finicky mistress with a twisted sense of humor that she was, he never got to make a better plan, though he did get the answers to his questions, just not how he would have liked.

Very rarely did all the sides, or even more than one or two of them, gather in Thomas’s physical living room if they were not filming a video or if he wasn’t having a crisis, but today was different. Thomas was relaxing on the couch, Logan was reading a novel in the armchair, Patton was ‘doing’ a puzzle on the floor, meaning he was haphazardly putting the pieces together, Virgil was curled up on the other couch on his phone, and Deceit was contentedly curled up under Thomas’s arm like an adorable puppy, half asleep. He’d figured out rather quickly after Deceit had started to trust them that the half-snake trait got cold very easily and would take almost any excuse to leech body heat from someone else, not that Thomas or Virgil, his usual ‘victims’, minded. The only one missing from their gathering was Roman. That was soon to change as the Prince rose in his regular spot, boisterous voice filling the room without warning.

“Thomas! About the next video, I was just thinking, and we should totally-“ he stopped as his eyes fell on Deceit, who had gone tense and wide-eyed but was unable to sink out, held as he was to Thomas’s side. Roman crossed his arms over his chest, both eyes and tone falling flat and cold. “What is he doing here?”

Thomas’s brow tic’ed up as he looked at Roman, his own voice betraying nothing of his sudden annoyance. “He spends quite a bit of time here, Roman, which you’d know if you spent any time with him.” It was a mild reproach for not making an effort, and he certainly wasn’t expecting the response he got as the prince’s eyes quite literally flashed an amber color in anger before returning to brown.

“Spend time with him?” Ah, well, storms were so often calm before they roared. “Why the hell would I want to spend time with that vermin?!” The prince spat. Deceit curled into Thomas’s side as Virgil grit his teeth, unconsciously settling into a tense posture, fight or flight gearing up. To his side, Logan set his book down, cold steel in calm eyes as he gazed between Roman and Deceit. Patton went still, trembling as if sadness and anger and shock were warring inside him and he couldn’t decide which to settle on. Thomas leveled a glare at roman.

“What. Was. That?” Virgil flinched minutely, having never heard such an icy hard tone from the normally joyful man, but Thomas paid him no mind as his attention remained on a now agog Roman. The fanciful side recovered from his shock quickly, red flushing his features with anger, venom rivaling any snake’s lacing his words. “You heard me, Thomas.” He scoffed “I have no wish to consort with the likes of that snake. I fail to see why you would!”

Thomas tightened his arm around Deceit ever so slightly, stopping the increasingly nervous side from leaving. “I wish to spend time with Deceit because he is a part of me. Part of me that I care about. And he is far more than his job Roman, which you would know if you made any effort to know him.”

Roman scoffed, a hand waving through the air dismissively. “Oh please, Thomas! He is a villain. There is not a single good thing he can do. All he does is lie and hurt us, and you, and your friends when he influences you! He is a dark side!”

No one noticed Virgil flinch a second time, wounded eyes glaring at Roman. Deceit couldn’t take anymore, he had had enough. He lurched off the couch, tearing himself from Thomas’s grip, teeth bared and eyes glaring furiously as he stood before Roman, the several feet between them irrelevant as he spat. “And you most certainly aren’t one yourself, Pride!”

Deceit went still, his eyes going wide as the blood drained from his face. He clapped a hand over his own mouth, terror at his own words clear as he began shaking. Logan stared at him, emotionless and evaluating, while Patton was momentarily jolted out of his inner conflict for sorrow or rage by shock. Virgil jolted into a standing position, fight or flight thrown into overdrive to the point of short-circuiting, eyes widening to show more white than color as his gaze locked onto Roman, seeing him in a way he hadn’t before. Roman, for his part, had gone still, ice creeping in where a moment ago there had been fire. Everything remained still a moment, a single long echoing click sounding through the room as the clock’s hand moved, before the tense silence was broken as Roman audibly snarled. He lunged forward and grasped the sides of Deceit’s collar, lips pulled back in a snarl. “You take that back you foul creature! I am not like you!”

Thomas stood quickly, Roman’s name catching on his tongue, as Virgil made a jerky movement forward and halted again, fight to flight unsure how to handle the current situation as memories of another royal side flooded his memory, blocking his desperate wish to protect Deceit. Patton stood with a cry of “Roman-!” but stumbled and Logan gripped the sides of his chair with white knuckles, eyes fastened unblinkingly on the dispute before him, ready to move should he need to, but unwilling to act before he understood what the hell was going on.

Deceit, despite his trembling, bit back his fear, figuring the only way to handle this was to face the monster he had just unchained, though his anger may have fueled that particular, ill-advised, plan. He pulled his lips back in a snarl of his own, glaring furiously at the other. “What? Don’t want everyone else to see you for who you aren’t?” He got his footing, regaining his balance despite Roman’s hold on him. “Or don’t you want to not look at yourself?” His tone turned mocking, despite the hatred in his sneer and the fear in his chest. “Pity, you used to ~love~ nothing more, what with all those mirrors you didn’t used to have in your room, Pride.”

Roman’s eyes flashed in pure rage, a snarling growl wrenching out of his throat as he pulled Deceit closer to him roughly, one hand raised into a fist as if to strike the smaller side. “That is not my name!” He roared furiously.

Deceit looked up into no longer brown eyes, seeing the chains falling away and the creature so long caged inside coming out. He began to shake in earnest, mindless terror wiping any trace of bravery from his being.

Thomas moved, quickly grabbing hold of Deceit’s shoulders and pulling him back sharply, resulting in the smaller stumbling back and landing against their host’s chest. Thomas’s arms encircled him protectively as he stared at the enraged side before him, shock, but not quite fear lancing through his tone. “Roman! That is enough!”

The side in questions growled, stalking forward a step, his eyes only for Deceit. Patton’s eyes caught on Roman’s chest and he stumbled up from the floor, a cry on his lips as worry won out over rage and sorrow both. “Roman, stop it!” He made to grab the other, but Logan stood swiftly, an arm outstretched to stop the movement. Patton stopped and stared at him wide-eyed, Logan only shook his head silently. The moral side swallowed thickly and nodded, holding still. Thomas bared his teeth. “Princey, I’m warning you, enough already!”

The royal trait paid him no mind, gaze locked on the half-snake trait who was pressing back against Thomas fearfully, yet meeting his eyes defiantly. He’d be damned if he was going to go out sniveling. Virgil’s fight-or-flight response finally pulled out of its spiraling nose dive and he jolted forward through the step he had frozen halfway through. He stared at Roman, eyes wide with fright, chest beginning to heave in preparation to hyperventilate, still, he kept his tone even, dripping in panic though it was. “Roman.” The other didn’t acknowledge him. ‘Damn it. He can’t be! Please, he can’t!! …but his eyes…’ he took a shaky breath and stalled his mounting panic.

“Roman. Your eyes are red.” Red. Orange. Gold. Amber. Colored like fire and shifting wildly in rage.

Roman jerked back as if physically struck, eyes breaking away from Deceit and flying to Virgil in near panic. “No.” His voice was tight, fear coating it, freezing the flames of his rage. ‘nononononono!!! Not again! No! This can’t be happening….this is just a nightmare! Not real, notrealnotrealnotrealnonononono!’ he stumbled back, hands tangling in his own hair as his breaths began to come in short bursts, half the words in his head, the other mumbled frantically.

Patton’s timid voice filtered through his racing thoughts from where the father figure was protectively held behind Logan’s side. “Ro…what’s wrong with your chest?”

Roman’s eyes flew to his chest, wide and panicked, and took in a sight he’d hoped never to see again. An inky blackness was seeping through his pristine white clothes, a pinprick starting over his heart, spreading out like an oil spill. It clung to him and stretched, arching away from his body like a living darkness. He stumbled back another step, panic clear in every line of his body as his hands frantically clawed at the darkness, trying desperately to tear it away from himself. “N-no! I-I” His eyes flew to Thomas and back to his chest. “I-I have to go!”

He popped out of existence in the manner Virgil and Deceit did, not risking the time it would have taken to sink out, ignoring frantic twin calls of his name from Patton and Thomas. He reappeared in his theatre, center stage under blinding spotlights, the world around him a haze of yellow light and the blurred shapes of the darkened auditorium.

He looked down at his chest and his thought were overrun by panic.

‘No, not again!’

Inky blackness, living darkness.

‘I threw you out! Not again!’

Rising from his breast, from his heart.

‘I can’t!’

It arches around him, living, breathing,

‘I banished you!’

It slid over his skin, caressing him, surrounding him, he tore at it, felt it choking him.

Y-you can’t have me, not again!’

Like the greeting of a lover,

‘D-don't! Stop!’

It covered him, suffocated him, he couldn’t claw it off,

‘Leave me alone!’

It seeped into his skin, slid down his throat, choking him, poisoning him as it filled his being.

‘I don’t want this, not again!’

It swirled around him in a vortex of darkness, sinking into him and changing him, warping him into something else. When all stood still, silence reigned.

‘Well hello there~.’

Where Roman had stood was a slightly taller man, dressed in black robes not unlike those the creative side normally wore, intricate golden buttons and cords decorating the fabric, and a crimson cape draped around his shoulders in place of the scarlet sash the prince was known for, falling to brush the heels of polished black boots trimmed with delicate golden chains. The spotlights fell on him, their light striking perfect skin and sharper features, pale pink lips curled in a sharp smile. He stood tall, chin held high, power radiating from his posture. A crown of silver and black rested on his head, impossibly deep, blood-red jewels set around its circumference, sucking in all the light that hit them.

“Roman. Roman!”

The figure cocked his head to the side jerkily. He hadn’t been able to hear the calls during his transformation, but now that he looked, he could see the others and their host standing on the side of the stage, watching him in varying degrees of shock, curiosity and horror. His moves were lithe and graceful as he turned dark flame-red eyes on them.

“Well, well, what have we here?” He purred in a voice deep and soft like velvet, it felt like ice sliding down Virgil’s spine, clawed poison stealing his breath away while it snapped his spine. The man grinned as he stepped toward them, swaying with easy poise, presence filling the room in a manner that the great actors could only dream of achieving, and he purred, “Come to watch the show~?”

He stepped closer to them but did not leave the circle of light radiating from the spotlights, still standing center stage. His red gaze fell on Deceit and he sneered, voice cold and arrogant. “I suppose I ought to thank you for releasing me,” he sniffed turning his head away dismissively, “but I don’t make a habit of showing such kindnesses to lowly creatures such as you.”

Deceit, hiding behind Thomas, shrank back with a whimper, stumbling into the curtain as his body shook violently. Virgil’s protective instincts kicked in, overruling the dire need to run as far away from this thing as he could, and he stepped in front of the other, arms raised protectively as he stared wide-eyed at what had been Roman, panic racing in his veins. They both remembered quite well what this creature had considered ‘kindness’ to ‘lesser’ creatures, and the memories paralyzed them.

Thomas’s eyes flicked back to them in concern but wisely focused back on center stage. Perhaps not as wisely, he stepped forward and cleared his throat before meeting the stranger’s eyes. “What is going on?”

The figure smiled brightly, “Oh just a show, that’s all!” He said it almost jovially as he turned toward the front of the stage, half facing them, flicking a hand dismissively. “Any great actor must master the art of transformation, as you’ve just witnessed. Sadly,” he sighed forlornly, but the smirk on his face was smug “few ever manage it~.”

Thomas frowned and went to speak but a second whimper cut him off, louder and more pitiful than terrified as Deceit’s had been. It emanated from a distraught Patton who was being held back once again by Logan’s outstretched arm. “Roman? Kiddo?”

The figure sneered disdainfully, and Virgil spoke up, the words he’d been trying to form finally spilling from his lips, squeezing their way through a panic choked throat. “Th-that’s not Roman Patt, tha-that’s-” he choked off, breathes coming too quick and short to speak as flaring red eyes gazed coldly into his own. Deceit’s shaky voice sounded from behind him, filled with more terror than either logic or morality had ever thought possible, a whisper, a whimper, and a scream crushed together in his vocal cords to create this single syllable. “Pride.”

With all eyes back on him in varying degrees of concern, alarm, and fear, what once was Roman rolled his eyes. “Well!” He huffed “That introduction was just dismal!” He smiled wide and turned back to face Thomas, grace and arrogance dripping from his every pore as he raised a hand in a graceful arc so like the prince’s normal gestures but so much more sinister. “But indeed, I am ~Pride~.” He finished with a flare, and one might think he would have bowed dramatically with a sweeping gesture, but this man did not bow to anyone, not even his host.

Thomas glanced at the sides behind him, worry for their safety overtaking his penchant for resolving things with humor. He took a deep breath to steady himself and forced his eyes to meet those of Pride. “Roman? What is going on?”

The figure sneered. “‘Roman’?” He scoffed and waved a hand as if batting the offending name from the air. “What a pathetic name.” He drawled, “No, I am Romulus.” He finished dramatically, holding himself up like a king over his subjects.

Logan stood in preemptive protection before Patton, hummed as he often did before providing information. “‘Romulus’. Founder and first king of Rome. Considered in Roman myth to be among the most powerful and impressive men to ever live. Blessed by the divine and raised by wolves. Stronger and more accomplished than any general who followed after him. Killer of his own brother and descendant of the Roman gods and both Latin and Greek nobility.” Romulus smirked, but Logan continued, voice sharp. “Also one of the most highly conceited and foolish men to ever exist, if indeed he ever did.” The dark man sneered and looked as if he might leave his precious circle of light, if only long enough to strike Logan.

Thomas side-stepped ever so slightly and placed himself in front of the others as if to block them from Pride’s gaze. He pressed his lips together unhappily, keeping his tone even. “Where is Roman?”

A scoff preceded his answer. “I am Roman. Or rather, he is me, I came first after all.”

“Then why are you…. this version of you…here now?

The other hummed, tilting his head and swaying side to side as if bored with the whole conversation. “I simply saw no reason to continue as I was. Denying myself was quite…detrimental…” he frowned at speaking negatively of himself. “to my success. Honestly, why I ever bothered subduing myself so others would feel less inferior,” He broke off with a scoff and a shake of his head, burning red eyes glaring at Virgil and Deceit. “I’ll never know.” He waved a hand dismissively as he turned away, moving as if half remembering a dance. “But no need to worry Thomas! The work you share with the world will be beyond adequate, rather, it will be quite spectacular now that I no longer see a need to play nice.”

Thomas frowned but attempted the gentler approach he normally took when one of his traits was acting out. “Wha- hey now, no need for that. I’m sure we can all get along just fine without anyone feeling inferior.”

Pride rolled his eyes while Virgil grit his teeth, forcing out words past his chocking panic. “Thomas.” Brown eyes focused on the anxious trait curiously, and worriedly at the strangled sound. “He…he won’t listen… he’s Pride!” He said the name almost frantically, as if trying to convey the sheer depths of his terror through that one word alone. “He thrives off feeling superior…I…. we…” his voice broke and he stopped to take a breath. “Pride doesn’t play well with others Thomas, he can’t, not knowing he can never be good at their roles.” He had intended to say more but a vicious snarl cut him off and he flinched back violently, lowering into a crouch and pressing back against Deceit, who clung to him from behind, eyes flying to where Pride stood, fist curled at his side, looking for all the world like he might just cross the stage and attack Virgil.

“I thought I taught you manners brat.” He spat the cruel nickname, “or do you need to be taught again? You and your” he adopted a high, squeaky, mocking voice, as he tilted his head condescendingly, “precious little snake~?”

“Now that is enough!” Pride’s eyes tracked to Patton, the fatherly figure having stepped out from behind Logan just a bit, fists balled at his sides and anger in his eyes as his whole body trembled from the force of it. “You have no right to come here and threaten our family. Even Roman wouldn’t cross that line!”

Pride smiled, mocking and sickeningly sweet, bouncing once on the balls of his feet and clapping three times in mock excitement - a mockery of Patton’s usual gestures. “Oh Morality, so you finally grew a spine, hmm? Shame it doesn’t make an appearance when your lungs are being crushed by depression, eh?” His smile grew wider, sharper, as Patton flinched back. “How dismal a job you do Morality, too bloody broken and malfunctioning under your own emotions to even work properly.” His eyes and voice took on a hard glint. “If you can’t stand up straight and do your job, maybe we should remove that spine of yours and let someone else do it, hmm?”

Patton shrunk back with a whimper and Logan stepped in front of him with a frown. “Surely your functions do not require harming the other facets of Thomas’s personality? What purpose could this possibly serve?”

Pride paused, tilting his head to the side in contemplation, a neutral expression sliding over his face. “Logic. Perhaps the only one I have no issue with. You work well, and you take great pleasure in your work, carrying it out efficiently and with dignity. Tsk.” He clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing as he shook his head in disappointment. “But you can’t even make yourself heard without someone else to silence the drivel. Shame really, that you conflict with my goals. You’ll learn to be silent, even if I have to remove your vocal cords.” He smiled sweetly, saying it like a child who just told their mom they just saw the most amazing thing. Thomas’s back straightened and he lifted his chin, fear-driven defiance taking root, but he was stopped before he could speak as Pride let out a series of high, childlike laughs.

“Oh, don’t worry yourself, Thomas!” He shot a look at Virgil and smiled sickeningly sweet and cruel, making the other cower. “There won’t be any reason to soon enough~.” He laughed then pouted playfully. “It really is all for the best, you just don’t take any real Pride in your function or your work.” He smiled, wide and sharp and deadly, playfulness gone and replaced with cold cruelty, voice falling to a deep and melodic tenor, hypnotizing. “We’ll fix that.”

He took a step forward, towards the group.

‘NO!’

He stumbled as the shout both sounded through his mind and echoed through the theater, resonating through every cell of his being.

‘No! You can’t!’

His form began to blur and he clutched at his own chest. “What the hell?!”

‘I won’t let you’

As the others watched, the dark kingly form began to pull away, separating from the prince beneath like a specter.

‘You do enough damage in me! You don’t get to come out and do more!’

A violent gust of wind nearly blew them back, forcing them to close their eyes as dust flew up from the stage. When they looked again four gasps and a fifth grunt of surprise sounded, echoing through the empty room.

Roman was kneeling center stage, slumped over and panting, face turned up to stare brokenly at the dark form of pride, hovering in the air above him like smoke, form flickering and almost transparent. Only his top half was manifested, while what should have been his bottom half turned into inky darkness at his waist, curling elegantly down like smoke and toward the other, connecting him to Roman in slimy tendrils that stabbed their way through his black shirt, into his chest.

It appeared very much like a broken man facing a spirit that had been possessing him, now forced partially from his body. Distantly Virgil’s snark informed him that Hamlet would be proud.

Pride scowled down at Roman, seemingly more annoyed than bothered. Roman panted and grit his teeth, voice a whisper, rough as sandpaper. “No.”

Pride scoffed, his voice sounding musical even in that harsh sound, while Roman sounded as if he had been screaming a thousand years without reprieve. “‘No’? Whatever do you mean by that~? Not ready for the performance to end?” He smirked, voice turning sickly sweet and cruel. “Don’t worry~…. There’ll be plenty more~”

Roman’s eyes flashed, the golden orange of a sunrise instead of bloody red. “No!” He clutched his side and coughed, red speckling the ground before him. He paid it no mind as he glared up at Pride, snarling. “You do enough damage without a physical form! You’ll not take one and harm them!”

Pride snarled, leaning down inches from Roman’s face. “You can’t even move, and you think you have any say in this?” He hissed furiously, then straightened back up, pouting like a disappointed teacher. “Tsk. How unsightly, arguing with yourself!”

Roman flinched but continued to glare, unfalteringly, up at the other, coughing up more red. “We are not the same.” The specks of red began to pool into small drops on the floor.

His counterpart laughed, a magical sound like a hundred musical bells in a summer breeze. “Oh Roman, Roman, Roman!” He leaned down, grasping the prince’s chin harshly, tilting his head back painfully, and looking him in the eye. “I. Am. You.” He tilted his head to the side, smiling in a manner that might have been kind, as one might smile at a child they found endearing, but its sharp edges spoke of nothing but malice. “Good thing too~ lucky little prince you are.” He released Roman’s chin with a snap of his wrist, nearly giving the man whiplash, standing back up with a click of his tongue. “Could you imagine any of them being a king?” He scoffed “No. They are far too flawed to hold such an honor.”

Roman stared down at the floor with a broken expression on his face, small trails of blood dripping from his lips. “You couldn’t handle being imperfect, could you?” He whispered. Pride just hummed and turned away from him as far as he could while they were connected, flipping a hand dismissively. “Why should I? There is not an imperfect thing about me. Something you should be grateful for, seeing as I am quite literally, you. I don’t know why you bother to hide it. You’re a subpar actor Roman, hardly a creator at all, simply stunted while you deny your nature.” He hummed as if in thought. Logan wondered if this is what it was like to stare up at a madman before they dissected you. “We’ll have to fix that as well.”

Roman looked up at him, gazing past him with hazy vision to see his family cowering. Logan holding onto a crying Patton, Virgil crouched protectively in front of a terrified Deceit, the both of them shaking in fear, all of them cowering behind Thomas…Thomas…his host was staring at him, not at Pride, but at him. He stood straight, almost relaxed, staring and somber. Roman couldn’t read his expression, and that alone stabbed pain into his gut. He looked back at Pride, expression withdrawn and resigned. “A King?” He whispered, a small sound, so much like an unsure child.

Pride smirked, not turning back to him. “Yes. The little prince could be a king again, perfect and powerful.” he said in a sing-song manner before his voice started dripping honey “Wouldn’t you like that Roman?”

Roman raised a shaky hand, grasping the crown on his head and bringing it down to chest level. He held it there between shaking palms as he stared at it. Perhaps it was his imagination, too many hours spent in the theatre, but the weight of his family and host’s stares seemed so heavy they might crush his lungs, their fear so thick in the air it was stifling. He gripped the crown tightly and twisted, muscles straining and protesting, ignoring the blood that spilled as his fingers slid over the sharpened edges of the steel spires. The metal creaked and Roman strained. The crown snapped in half, the metallic ‘schlink’ echoing through the auditorium, seemingly endless. He gripped the halves in shaking hands as Pride spun around to face him, surprise etched on his face. He let them fall, the two halves falling with his blood, the hollow ‘thunk’ as it hit the wood of the stage marking the moment he met Pride’s eyes. “Some princes don’t become kings.” He meant to spit it vehemently, but it came out surreally calm and hoarse.

Pride stared, then he laughed. “You think breaking your crown makes you any less a king?!” He laughed again “You were never a prince, Roman! You only pretended to be, dressed in white, no crown on your head. Another part executed nearly perfectly.” He leaned over and picked up the edge of roman’s cloak, holding it up. “But your true colors shine through, don’t they, majesty?” The last word was taunting as he stood again, letting the edge of the cape fall, lazily through the air, settling over Roman’s bloodied hands.

Roman stared at it, watching his blood seep into the fabric, barely darkening the crimson cloak. His eyes fell to his own chest, to the black fabric there, taunting him with its symbolism. His hands lifted of their own accord, before the thought was finished, and fisted in the fabric. He pulled, the cloth tearing under the force, and he tossed it away, shirt and cloak landing a few feet away. He sat there, bare-chested, and met pride’s eyes again, expecting anger, but the other merely clicked his tongue and shook his head, seemingly amused with this all.

“Such a petulant child! Clothes don’t make the king, Roman. They aren’t part of you, they simply hide you from prying eyes, an indication of status.” He chuckled, light and airy as it was dark and terrifying. “Honestly, if perfection was always on display, lesser creatures would never get anything done!” He scoffed then, staring down his nose at Roman with disdain. “Stop being such a child.”

Roman dropped his hand to his knee, palm up and open, summing an ornate dagger to his hand. A gleaming silver blade the length of his hand melted into a golden handle, carved in intricate designs and inlaid with shining jewels. He held it up at chest level, slowly twirling it around in his hand, examining it without expression. Inwardly he snorted, ‘So dramatic. Even now.’

Pride raised a brow at him, sneering at him from where he hovered, hands folded behind his back in an almost military style. “And what are you going to do with that? Stab me? You’ll just harm yourself you fool.”

Roman pulled his lips back in a snarl, the first expression he’d shown since his outburst. “No.” He raised the blade to the side of his face, laying its side against his temple. He held the other’s gaze, tone mocking. “But then, you can’t stand imperfection, can you?” He brought the blade down swiftly, cutting a gash that ran from his forehead to his chin, cutting over the corner of his eye but barely missing the eye itself. He cried out and dropped the blade, pressing his hands to his face and curling into himself in pain as blood flowed from the wound.

Pride screeched in rage, all pretenses of grace or elegance cast aside, lunging forward with hands reaching out toward Roman in claws. “Damn you!” He broke apart as he fell, fracturing into smoke that settled over Roman’s back, seeping into him and settling under his skin.

Roman sat where he was, curled tightly into himself, shoulders shaking in quiet sobs.

It took a moment for the others to react, for them to comprehend what they had just witnessed and for them to process it. Deceit slowly uncurled himself, clutching to the back of Virgil’s hoodie as he whispered, “Is he not gone?” Virgil nodded softly, trying to calm his frantic heartbeat, “Yeah, I think he is.” The two slowly uncurled themselves from their defensive positions, adrenaline still coursing through their veins in anticipation.

Patton unlatched himself from Logan’s side and tried to run forward, but he stumbled for the tears in his eyes. Logan caught him round the waist and the moral trait held onto him, eyes not leaving Roman’s figure as he cried. “Is he alright?!”

“I believe he will be Patton, but I cannot know that without examining him.”

Patton made to move again but fear held him back and he froze with a whimper, “Is…is Pride…?”

Logan nodded curtly. “I don’t believe he will return any time soon, but I cannot be sure.”

Thomas remained silent in all of this, though it was only a mere few seconds, watching everything happen. He released the breath he was holding quietly and walked forward when the others could not on their own, luckily, he wasn’t any of them, he was all of them. He sank to his knees next to Roman softly, not wishing to startle the distraught side, and gently laid a hand on the other’s back. “Roman?”

The side in question flinched at the touch, whimpering pitifully and curling into himself more tightly.

“Roman, it’s ok.” He rubbed his thumb over Roman’s shoulder comfortingly. “Whatever just happened, we’ll figure it out, ok? It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that all of that wasn’t in your control. It’s gonna be alright.”

A whimper and a choked sob were his answer. He sighed, not wanting to push the issue, but he could see crimson blood slowly spreading over the floor and he knew he couldn’t leave this until Roman was ready, the wound couldn’t wait that long. He gently grasped Roman’s chin and lifted his face, meeting his utterly destroyed expression with one of near serenity and concern. “Roman. You have to look at me. We have to take care of that cut.”

Roman’s eyes met his briefly, but the creative side flinched, and they jerked away to land, unseeingly out at the rows of seats. Thomas didn’t sigh, he didn’t reprimand him, he didn’t react in any negative way, merely tilted his head a bit to the side, kept his eyes on Roman’s looking away from him, and spoke softly, more breathing the word than speaking it. “Ro.”

Roman whimpered quietly, eyes falling shut as he twitched, body seeming to want to fold in on itself but frozen in place under his host’s gaze. The nickname had broken something in him though, the need to hide overcome by a wish to do what was asked of him. He opened his mouth but only a choked sound came from his throat, prompting new tears. He squeezed his eyes shut in a futile attempt to stop them from falling and gritted his teeth, nodding once tersely.

Thomas sighed lightly through his nose and sat back a bit, turning his gaze to the others, taking note of each of them in turn as he curled his hand over the back of Roman’s neck, comforting and firm, grounding.

Logan’s eyes were cold as he stood at near military attention, but not emotionless. Thomas knew this was Logan’s care for the others manifesting in a protective need to understand everything, so he could defend them from harm, logic cold and unbending as steel. But where there was wariness, there was no anger.

Behind him was Patton, hunched in on himself and pressed to Logan’s shoulder, hands fisted in the polo always pristine, now rumpled under the fatherly trait’s hands. Logan’s arm was still outstretched protectively, to keep Patton back and to place himself as a barrier between the other and any potential harm, it wasn’t straight through, it was curled backward, nearly wrapped around Patton. Morality’s eyes gazed out from behind thick glasses, worry and sorrowful pain mixed with a bit of hurt shone through unshed tears, as his teeth worried his lower lip. Thomas’s gaze moved on.

Deceit’s mismatched eyes laid on Roman, clear fear overpowering everything else, though concern peaked through at the edges. While Patton was barely hidden behind Logan, Deceit was barely visible from where he hid himself at Virgil’s back, hands fisted in the other’s jacket just under his shoulder blades, his nose tucked behind Virgil’s shoulder to reveal only the top of his head and those piercing eyes. He was scared, but Thomas could see he didn’t want to abandon the others, or, he suspected, Roman. Lastly, his gaze shifted to Virgil and he almost wanted to chuckle at the dual nature of everything about the side. He stood nearly as tense as Logan, arms at his sides and hands fisted, lips pulling back ever so slightly at the corners as if he wanted to snarl, his fight reflexes more than ready to tear any threat apart. Yet he pressed back against Deceit, as if he wanted to both shield the other and curl back into his chest, his shoulders were hunched ever so slightly inward with his chin tucking towards his chest, his legs too were tense, but they were angled as if to run away, so his flight reflexes too were overwhelmed. His eyes though were the oddest bit. Fear lit their edges, but the centers focused on Roman with such intensity that, if not for Thomas’s understanding of the anxious side’s nature, he wouldn’t have known if that gaze wanted to tear roman apart or mend him.

Thomas himself was more somber than normal, a rare jaded maturity replacing his playfulness. He wasn’t angry, in fact at the moment he wasn’t even upset, rather, it was as if an unearthly calm had settled over him. A need to protect those that felt more like family than mere aspects of his personality clashing with a need to mend and heal that one that was injured, spinning round and round until they merged. He released a second deep breath and turned his gaze back to Roman for a moment.

Roman was…scared. No…he was terrified and in pain, every line of his figure screamed it. Thomas shook his head minutely and let his eyes slip shut, centering himself silently he exercised a power he knew he had but didn’t fully understand. The world seemed to tilt slowly on its axis before righting itself upside down. When he opened his eyes again they were back in his living room. The others were all standing by the stairs while he and Roman found themselves kneeling in the center of the living room.

He breathed deeply, quietly, and centered himself. Gently he grasped Roman’s shoulders and made to lift him just a bit. “Roman.” He kept his voice soft, but the other flinched all the same “Roman, Let’s get you on the couch, ok?”

Roman didn’t answer, but he did get his feet under himself and try to stand. His legs were weak, and he stumbled immediately. Thomas had anticipated this and practically picked the other up, using the prince’s momentum to set him on the couch. Roman hunched into himself once again as soon as he was seated, legs curling close to his chest and shoulders hunching as his eyes pressed shut. Thomas knelt on the floor beside him, a hand on his shoulder, and paused a moment to send a searching glance over the others. From the corner of his eye he could see Logan standing close to his normal spot, merely further forward and closer to Virgil’s, turning himself ever so slightly to let Patton lean against the wall and still remain curled into the logical man’s side. Virgil was in his normal space, and he had herded Deceit to sit on one of the steps, the lying trait having done so but remained pressed forward, every line of his body making it clear he wanted to press himself into Virgil’s side and stay there. Virgil likely would have let him, but his protective instincts and fight or flight reflexes had him half knelt half crouched in front of the stairs, easily ready to spring up and run or come up swinging if needed, so he settled with reaching back to place a hand on Deceit’s arm in comfort. One of Deceit’s hands was nearly crushing Virgil’s. Both kept their eyes on Roman and Thomas, one fearful the other tense.

Thomas looked away from them all and closed his eyes again, breathing steadily, pushing down the sudden swell of sadness in his chest. The sides were something between imagination and reality, everything about them one step from nothingness and an equal step from solid form, Thomas knew this. He understood it on a base level and knew that it was the reason he could interact with them as he did. He also understood that the games the sides played, making sweaters and sheet music and rubiks cubes appear out of thin air was a similar concept. It didn’t come as easily to him as it did to them, but he could use that ability. After a few moments, he felt a weight settled in his empty hand resting against his leg and opened his eyes to find a first aid kit in his grasp. He didn’t question it, understanding that focusing too hard on the fact that this thing was only half real would make it fade. Instead, he turned his gaze and attention back to the creative trait.

“Roman.” He sounded as if he were talking to a frightened animal, intentionally gentle and conveying steady strength, but sure enough Roman flinched inward regardless. “I need to treat that cut. I need you to move your hand and let me clean it.”

Roman’s whimper was the quietest in existence, Thomas was sure. But he remained calm, no frustration in his tone, or even his mood. “Roman, you need to move your hand.” He let his hand trail slowly down Roman’s arm from his shoulder, then up to his wrist. There he gently curled his fingers around the other’s hand and applied a gentle yet firm pressure to pull the limb away. Roman was tense, but he didn’t fight him as Thomas pressed the hand against Roman’s leg, silently nudging the other to drop his legs as well.

Thomas scanned the wound with his eyes and frowned. Starting at the inside of Roman’s temple it dangerously skirted over the outer corner of his eye, bowed outward slightly on his cheek, and fell in a sharp line down past his chin. He was lucky the momentum hadn’t made the blade hit his throat. It wasn’t deep enough to be deadly, barely going beneath the layers of skin to the muscle beneath, but it was deep enough to worry the man, and certainly deep enough to scar. Gently squeezing Roman’s hand on the prince’s lap, both for reassurance and to make sure he kept it there, he opened the medical kit and retrieved the disinfectant and a few cloths.

Gently grasping the other’s chin, he tilted his head to give himself more room to work. He kept his hand there afterward to ensure Roman wouldn’t move. Silently he started at Roman’s temple and began cleaning the cut, taking great care around his eye. For a time, they sat in silence, the others slowly relaxing the tiniest amount, but not fully, where Thomas kept an eye on them in his peripheral vision. Roman sat still and tense, silent tears slipping from his closed eyes, his lower lip no longer trembling but nearly white from the pressure where it was trapped between his teeth. Thomas worked silently and carefully. For a time, the silence reigned, but once Thomas had reached Roman’s cheek he broke it, tone even and calm.

“So that was Pride. I know who, what he is…in theory…but who is he to you, Roman?”

Roman’s eyes flew open as he flinched and tried to look away, his whole body trying to recoil but he didn’t move far before Thomas’s grip stilled him. “He…I….” He closed his eyes again, voice choking with tears. “I was him… to start with…when you were younger, still a child.”

Thomas frowned as he continued to clean the cut, wincing as Roman flinched in pain. “Then why are there two of you? You’re my creativity, aren’t you? How can you be both?”

Roman’s eyes opened halfway, focusing on the floor before him without truly seeing it. The prince smiled, but there was no humor in it, just tired weariness. “None of us have only one function. I was…him…when you were a child, before your imagination grew, back when your fantasies and dreams were fueled by the creativity of your parents. Eventually, as all children do, you began to imagine on your own, without their stories….and you were so…proud” his voice hitched in pain, “of what you created, that eventually, I became creativity too.”

The host furrowed his brows as he began closing the wound and securing it with steri-strips. “Then why are you separate now?”

A small sound of sorrow and pain broke out of roman’s throat, tears brimming at his eyes that he held back. “I am your ego, Thomas, that hasn’t changed…. but as time went by things…changed. You…you began to love Disney, and it fueled the majority of your imagination, of my new role… you loved the princes and, as a child, loathed the villains…..” His quieted with sadness. “even as I was then, it did not take long to realize that I was the opposite of what you wished to be, despite now embodying your hopes and dreams, that I was, in fact, what you despised…. I did not wish to be that way. I…. I locked it away, that part of me, buried it beneath everything you ever wished to be, the traits of every prince you admired…”

He sighed and stopped talking as Thomas started bandaging his jaw. Perhaps sensing that Roman wasn’t finished, Thomas didn’t ask anything else yet. When he was finished he sat back and waited. Roman didn’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to stare at the floor and fidget, drawing his legs back up to his chest and hugging them tightly.

“I buried him so far that it ceased to be an act, that we truly became two halves of one being…. I…I despised him. I despised how he made me think and feel, how he pushed me to act…so I pushed him as far away as I could. It was never enough though, and you’ve seen him affect me, the days when ego and harshness overcome the rest of my being…” he sighed and tightened the death grip on his legs, hugging himself. “I don’t understand it completely myself, Thomas, hell, the day I appeared in the ‘light side’ of your mind was a shock. Somehow, through mutual loathing, we became separate enough that I was no longer Pride, but merely Creativity, that he was a separate entity that only affected you subconsciously…. not entirely separate though, as you did correctly deem me to also be your ego.”

Thomas stayed silent for a moment, gaze falling to the black mark over Roman’s heart. He frowned and pulled roman’s leg down, so he could run his fingers over it. Roman flinched and chuckled dryly, without humor. “We all have our dark marks…that…he, is mine.”

Thomas lifted his gaze to Roman’s, gaze narrowed in wariness and curiosity, but not hostility. “Why is it there?” Roman barked a humorless laugh. “Over my heart you mean?” Thomas’s silence was answer enough. Roman sighed and let his eyes fall shut again, pinching the bridge of his nose as his head hung forward. His voice the clearest it had been since this began, but quiet with weariness.

“You call Patton your heart, and you are not entirely wrong. Morality and ethos are matters that deal with the soul and empathy of a person, and the heart is indeed the metaphorical seat of both soul and emotion.” He let his hand fall without care and let his gaze rest on Patton where he stood tucked into Logan’s side, for the moment the prince was nearly emotionless save for sorrow and pain. “but he is not all of your heart, that is merely where he ‘lives’, if you will.” His eyes slipped shut as he sighed heavily. “Pride is against morality, it must be.”

His gaze dropped, and he looked toward Thomas but did not yet meet his gaze, instead staring just past his shoulder. “Pride earned is one thing, but arrogance is quite another. It poisons logic into believing you can do anything you damn well please and that you can rationalize anything. It silences caution and abuses deceit, turning you against yourself until you think you are invincible.” He winced minutely but ignored the twin flinches that came from Virgil and Deceit at the rather literal explanation of what Pride had done to them. His gaze fell back on Patton, voice bitter and sad. “And once it’s done that, it destroys your morality.” Patton shuddered and shrunk back. “You think you are invincible. You lie to yourself without knowing it. You believe you can rationalize anything into being right. You believe you are right, that you know best and that only you know best. You believe that anything you do is perfect and any criticism is beneath you.” He paused and sighed deeply. “And then…then you don’t care anymore.” His gaze slid down to the floor, blurring as his voice became thick with tears again. “You don’t care about the emotions of others, nor their well-being. Your ethics disintegrate, your empathy evaporates, and your morality is gone, replaced with something…something exactly its opposite.”

Roman’s voice had already been sorrowful and oddly resigned, but it took on a bitter tone that made Thomas realize the prince wasn’t just describing what pride could do to him, the host. But what it had been doing to Roman, even from the shadows. He set his gaze back on the mark above Roman’s heart, not liking the dark blood smeared around it. Silently, he set to cleaning it off the unmarked skin. “It only covers half your heart…” Roman hummed but it sounded choked. “Yeah, well, it covers enough of it.”

Thomas looked up at him, a brief glance before returning to his task. “He never stopped affecting you, did he?” He asked it lightly, but Roman still flinched. “N..no…. he didn’t…” Roman sighed. “Is that why you acted the way you did, before…?” Roman winced and hunched forward as far as he could while Thomas was cleaning the blood from his chest, head hung low. “Yes….” He sighed and opened his eyes to set his weary gaze on the floor, the patterning of the carpet swirling hazily in his vision.

“Morality…he could tolerate…begrudgingly…didn’t find much need to worry about him” Roman snorted softly. “Too arrogant to acknowledge how bloody scary Patton can be…Logic…he could live with, not concern himself with...” He pressed his eyes shut tight, voice catching. “but Anxiety and Deceit-“ his voice choked off and pressed a hand to his mouth to muffle the sob. It passed and he rubbed at his eyes. “he could not tolerate them. Their presence, their jobs, their very existence…. they were the two most dangerous to him…to his plans…..” A shudder wracked through Roman but he kept the sob back, voice going tight. “He couldn’t kill them either…. not for lack of trying…” at that a single sob did break free, but he immediately cut it off and took in a strangled breath, then cleared his throat.

He dropped his hand and once again stared blankly at the ground. “After we separated, well, as separated as we could be, he was content enough to be silent…even if he did do his best to put me intentionally at odds with Patton and Logan. But when Virgil –“ his voice broke. “when Virgil showed up…I couldn’t stop his influence anymore…I barely kept him from becoming dominant between us again.” His voice had trailed off into a broken whimper, so he stopped to steady himself. Thomas and the others let him.

Roman raised his head and looked toward Thomas, but did not let his gaze go past the man’s neck to his face, much less his eyes. “It took more strength than I possess, and more help than I would have liked, to treat Virgil even amicably. To my shame, I could do no more, but when Deceit…” he took a deep breath, eyes staring upward, ignoring the clear tears that flowed over their edges. “when Deceit came, I couldn’t…there was nothing I could do to keep him at bay anymore…my own anger at Deceit for his tricks did not help matters…so I hid. I avoided him…” he smiled wryly, a sick twist of his lips as his gaze fell again. “But anger left unfaced festers, and when I did finally see Deceit face to face again, my anger was enough that I wasn’t even conscious of how much P-pride was affecting me.” His gaze dropped in shame to the ground. “Deceit’s charge broke what little control I had left over him….” Roman swallowed thickly and looked away, staring unseeingly at the wall, away from everyone else. “it…it wasn’t their fault…they ne-never did anything… but they were the c-catalyst that let him out…and I couldn’t stop- couldn’t stop it…” the prince’s voice broke, fully this time, and he just barely held back sobs with a hand over his own mouth.

Thomas said nothing, nor did the others, though while they were in various stages of shock, Thomas was turning everything over in his head, considering and calculating everything. Absentmindedly he stroked his thumb over the inside of Roman’s wrist where his hand still rested around the other’s arm. His brows furrowed after a minute had passed.

“Roman, you separated from him, for lack of a better term, you locked him away. Why didn’t you separate completely?” Though there was no malice in the words, the oddly cool and neutral tone made Roman shudder. He shook his head minutely. “I do not even know if we could have, completely. We started as one being…I do not know how separate we are even now. But it was not for lack of trying.” He took a shaky breath, eyes fixed on his lap now. “It was not for lack of trying that we are still connected…. Years I spent trying to tear the anchor of him out of me…but I cannot… pain notwithstanding, I am not strong enough. Regardless, I eventually came to the conclusion how…foolish it would have been if I ever succeeded.”

Thomas’s eyebrow rose, the only change in expression, indeed in demeanor at all. “How’s that?”

Roman laughed, head tilted back, twisted lips pulled back over fractured teeth. It was a broken sound filled with shattered glass that made Patton wince and caused Virgil to shrink back ever so slightly into Deceit. Roman was broken. And as they watched where they stood, though they said nothing, each and every one of the four sides hanging back in caution, came to the same conclusion: they might not be able to fix him.

For the first time Roman’s gaze strayed closer to Thomas’s, but still could not quite meet it. “You’ve seen how much damage he did to me, Thomas, what he’s done as a whisper in your subconscious.” The second laugh sounded more like that of a mad man. “What the hell do you think he’d have done on his own?!” The laughter died and Roman hunched in on himself again, shaking his head as a man resigned to hang at the gallows. “No. Better he stay trapped within me. Better he hurt me, and only me, rather than have a manifested form of his own to hurt you.”

Roman was hunched in on himself, the hand not caught in Thomas’s grip rubbing absently at his ribs, a haunted and faraway look in his eyes. As Virgil watched from the sidelines pieces started to fall into place like a long-forgotten jigsaw puzzle scattered throughout the dusty corners of an attic. He stiffened, eyes going wide, and as Deceit gasped quietly behind him, he knew his old friend had followed the same train of thought to the same conclusion. Logan looked back at them curiously, having missed the signs he wouldn’t know to look for. Virgil swallowed thickly, voice trembling but strong as he called out to his longtime nemesis. “We’re not the only ones he hurt, are we Roman?”

Roman’s flinch and quick movement to curl himself into a tight ball, arms grasping his own chest as if in protection - even at the cost of ripping his hand out of Thomas’s, to the other’s great surprise - were the only answer the anxious trait needed. Deceit whimpered and it trailed off into a hiss of unhappiness and anger. Virgil was inclined to agree with that sentiment, but his normal reactions of growling or hissing wouldn’t achieve anything right now. Eyes even wider than they were before, he swallowed past the sudden feeling of crushed glass in his throat and asked a rather insensitive question in his shock. “H-how?! He…you…you share a body. How…?”

Roman shook almost violently but barked another laugh, even more broken than the previous two, this one filled only with pain, a deep and cutting pain that made one think of the wailing of an injured dog when heard. Thomas winced just as Patton did.

“The imagination can be such a wonderful thing… it’s where I go to battle beasts to find inspiration and create ideas…I can create anything there…escape there…hide there…” his voice became strained. “A place where anything can take shape isn’t always so wonderous….”

Logan’s eyes went wide, lips parting silently in an almost gasp. Patton did gasp, but it turned into a wretched sob as the two realized just what it was Virgil and Deceit had picked up on. Those two, for their part, looked at Roman in a new light. Not as the host to their abuser - though he had certainly been that - but as a victim the same as them. Thomas caught up with the four of them pretty quickly, in truth he had already known, but he hadn’t wanted to put the pieces together into such a gruesome picture. For the first time, his expression and tone showed emotion other than neutrality, softening and straining with grief. “So every time you went into the imagination to create things and come up with ideas…?” He trailed off, and Roman nodded brokenly. “N…not every time…. there are certain areas…and I avoid them unless I have to follow a creature there…. but he doesn’t always stay in their bounds…”

He trailed off helplessly and the other five absorbed this information. That meant that every time Roman did his job - every time Thomas daydreamed, every time he created something, every time they needed a new script, every time he dreamed, every time he fantasized – Roman had walked into hell, and more often than not he had met the devil wearing his own face.

Patton clamped a hand over his mouth harshly to quiet the sobs tearing out of his throat, Logan, uncharacteristically, tried to reach back to steady and comfort him, but he barely kept his balance as this information set itself in his brain, as every possible meaning, every possible variable, and every possible outcome to the dataset played itself out for him to see. He swayed dangerously, nausea suddenly threatening to knock him over, it would have if it weren’t for the presence of Patton leaned against his back.

Deceit had pressed himself to Virgil’s side by this point, and the two of them were holding onto to each other with an arm around the other, old memories, living nightmares from the past playing through their minds, merging with the knowledge that Roman had faced the same…possibly worse, and for much longer than they had.

Thomas took all of this in without thinking about it, after all, anything and everything his sides knew or realized, he knew too, should he actually think about it. He bit back the wish to scream, or sob, or cry, or tear apart the thing that had hurt his Roman so badly, knowing it would do no good. Instead, he did the only thing he could think of and lifted himself onto the couch to sit by the creative trait, and wrapped his arms around him, drawing Roman to his chest and holding him close as the prince finally broke and began to sob.

His cries were a broken and pathetic thing, the wretchedness sounding from them cutting them all to the bone in a manner none of them- not even Logan with his literal dictionary of a mind – could describe in words. Through his sobs, they heard occasional words and sentences, broken up as they were gasped out roughly.

‘I’m sorry.’ ‘I tried.’ ‘I didn’t mean to.’ ‘my fault.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘shouldn’t have let him.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ ’I’m sorry.’ ‘I’m sorry.’

Virgil and Deceit both jerked forward instinctively, a desperate wish to comfort Roman as they had once comforted each other cutting through them, but they each halted equally as instinctively, for they neither one had any idea what to do. So they held each other, taking what comfort they could from whom they had thought was the only other person in the mindscape who could understand, until now.

Patton tried to move forward as well, a sob finally breaking out of his throat, but the weight of the shock and grief he was under drove him to the ground. Logan’s stunted but still quick reflexes were the only thing that kept the man from falling completely as his friend caught him. All the same, the end result found Patton on his knees, Logan knelt beside him on one knee, arms wrapped around Patton from having caught him. The logical trait was staring, unblinking and wide-eyed at Roman, a sickness choking his throat and cutting off his usually bountiful speech.

Thomas felt all of this, but he didn’t acknowledge it. He felt it hit him like a punch to the chest, and his breath hitched in response, but he ignored it. There would be time for his own sorrow and shock, and theirs, later, for now, he took a deep breath and focused on holding the man in his arms whose whole world, and indeed being, was finally tearing apart for the first time after 29 years of being precariously stitched together.

Roman’s tears, it seemed, had no end to them. Thomas continued to hold him, a silent and steadying presence of strength and comfort. After a time, Roman’s tears did begin to dry up, even if his sorrow and pain did not, but he had exhausted himself too much to move, and so stayed where he was, curled mostly in a ball and burrowed into Thomas’s chest, head resting very nearly over the other’s heart. As the energy to cry faded he allowed the steady thrumming under his ear to lull him into a calmer state. He opened his eyes now, but rather unseeingly as his gaze did not go past Thomas’s chest and upper arm. Thomas, for his part, just kept his arms wrapped securely around the creative trait, one hand lightly running over Roman’s arm and shoulder. As he felt Roman’s breathing even out and his body start to go lax he chanced splitting his attention away from Roman to check on the others.

As he has already been aware, the other four had moved closer but had not interfered. Logan sat on the arm of the couch, his normally smooth expression roughened by furrowed brows and the slightest of frowns fueled by concern as he watched Roman. His posture too was less rigid than normal, as he was hunched forward a bit to reach out one hand to Patton’s shoulder. Patton had also moved close and had taken the open side of the couch. He had curled himself into a ball, pulling his legs up to his chest hugging himself. Though he was pressing back into Logan’s touch, he was leaned forward and edged as close to Roman as he could be without touching him. That being said, it wasn’t lost on Thomas that the fatherly trait’s arms kept twitching as he stopped himself from reaching out and pulling Roman to him. Thomas tried to ignore the twinge of hurt he felt at seeing the sad frown set in Patton’s expression, instead he looked away from them and toward the floor in front of him.

Virgil and Deceit were there. At first, they had stood before the couch awkwardly, not sure where to fit into the picture, wanting to care for Roman, but both still a little afraid and knowing from harsh experience with each other that sometimes you just had to wait for things to pass before you could approach the broken and try to mend them. They had hovered for a moment before understanding that this was not going to be a quick process, and had settled on the floor. Virgil, particularly, had sat on one of his legs, pulling the other up and hugging it to his chest. He wasn’t completely settled though and was pitched forward the same as Patton, a hair-trigger away from propelling himself up and forward to Roman. Deceit kept the same overly attentive and concerned gaze on Roman that Virgil did, and he was only minorly less tense, but he sat completely, legs hugged to his chest, curled into Virgil’s side.

The lot of them sat in silence for a time longer, but once Roman had calmed completely and was resting in a near-sleep state, they could wait no longer. Patton was the one who reached out, a hand pressed gently to Roman’s shoulder, accompanied by a soft call of the other’s name, “Ro?”

The effect was immediate, and unfortunate, as the side in question immediately tensed and his breath hitched. Virgil was up in an instant, kneeling in front of Roman and ducking to get in his field of vision, though the prince didn’t seem to see him at all.

“Princey.” Virgil was conscious not to touch the other and to keep his tone low and even. “It’s alright. You’re safe.” Roman flinched and Virgil frowned, understanding quite immediately. “And so are we, Princey. Just focus on me, ok? On my voice. Ok?” Roman didn’t move, but his breathing was labored once again. “Easy Roman. Focus on your breathing. In 4 seconds, hold 7, out 8. Alright? Again. In 4, hold 7, out 8.” This process repeated for some time, and the others did not protest letting anxiety calm Roman from the beginnings of a panic attack.

When Roman’s breathing was once again steady, though heavy and wet, Virgil risked slowly raising a hand, well within Roman’s vision, and pressing it to his thigh. Roman twitched slightly but did not panic or shy away, but he kept his gaze fixed unseeingly ahead at Thomas’s arm where it curled around him. Deceit, unsure what to do but remembering plenty of times when all he had been able to do was sit close, moved closer and sat down, leaning against the couch. One of his hands instinctively reached out and fisted in Virgil’s jacket, the anxious trait easily reaching out to settle his free hand on Deceit’s knee. Deceit pressed close to Thomas’s legs and laid his head down on the couch, looking up at Roman who met his gaze.

Roman’s face crumpled, and he whimpered tearfully but did not cry as he had no tears left. “I’m sorry.” His voice broke in a dry sob and he closed his eyes, unable to turn his head away. “I’m so fucking sorry…”

Thomas knew this wasn’t the time for all problems to be resolved, indeed it would be sometime before that point came. But he did know that right now they needed to take care of Roman. He tightened his arms around the distraught trait and ran one hand through his hair, an old trick that had calmed him as a child and had the same effect on the creative side now. “Roman.” It was a whisper, soft and strong. “It’s alright.”

Roman shook his head immediately, almost violently, but could do no more as he found himself held closer still. Left with no other choice he stilled and listened to the calm and steady voice above him. “It will be alright Roman.” The hand carded through his hair again. “We will figure this out, and it will be ok.”

He wanted to disagree, he wanted to apologize, but he knew that there was no use arguing. He took a shaky breath and nodded. His eyes though, they left no doubt that he didn’t believe it. Thomas smiled, a sad curl of his lips at the corner into the smallest grin, colored over with grief and love. “It will be aright Roman, and we will fix this, I promise.”

Roman didn’t respond, but he relaxed again. His eyes felt heavy, but he lifted his gaze to find Deceit and Virgil, a desperate need driving the action. When he found no malice or betrayal nor accusation in their eyes, but only concern and care, he finally allowed himself to stop. It wasn’t solved, not by any means, but he was so tired, had been for years, but was beyond exhaustion now. His eyes slipped shut and he allowed the comforting presence of the others around him, the surety of Thomas’s promise, and the steady beating of a heart left unstained beating under his ear lull him into the first restful sleep he’d had since he had become a separate entity. Maybe, maybe he was wrong.

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[dfroza]

Today’s reading from the ancient book of Proverbs and book of Psalms

for july 30 of 2021 with Proverbs 30 and Psalm 30, accompanied by Psalm 41 for the 41st day of Summer and Psalm 61 for day 211 of the year (now with the consummate book of 150 Psalms in its 2nd revolution this year)

[Proverbs 30]

[The Mysterious Sayings of Agur]

These are the collected sayings of the prophet Agur, Jakeh’s son—

the amazing revelation he imparted to Ithiel and Ukal.

God, I’m so weary and worn out,

I feel more like a beast than a man.

I was made in your image,

but I lack understanding.

I’ve yet to learn the wisdom

that comes from the full and intimate knowledge of you,

the Holy One.

[Six Questions]

Who is it that travels back and forth

from the heavenly realm to the earth?

Who controls the wind as it blows and holds it in his fists?

Who tucks the rain into the cloak of his clouds?

Who stretches out the skyline from one vista to the other?

What is his name?

And what is the name of his Son?

Who can tell me?

[A Pure Heart Is Filled with God’s Word]

Every promise from the faithful God

is pure and proves to be true.

He is a wraparound shield of protection for all his lovers

who run to hide in him.

Never add to his words,

or he will have to rebuke you and prove that you’re a liar.

God, there are two things I’m asking you for before I die, only two:

Empty out of my heart everything that is false—

every lie, and every crooked thing.

And give me neither undue poverty nor undue wealth—

but rather, feed my soul with the measure of prosperity

that pleases you.

May my satisfaction be found in you.

Don’t let me be so rich that I don’t need you

or so poor that I have to resort to dishonesty

just to make ends meet.

Then my life will never detract from bringing glory to your name.

Never defame a servant before his master,

for you will be the guilty one

and a curse will come upon you.

There is a generation rising that curses their fathers

and speaks evil of their mothers.

There is a generation rising that considers themselves

to be pure in their own eyes,

yet they are morally filthy, unwashed, and unclean.

There is a generation rising that is so filled with pride,

they think they are superior and look down on others.

There is a generation rising that uses their words like swords

to cut and slash those who are different.

They would devour the poor, the needy, and the afflicted

from off the face of the earth!

There are three words to describe the greedy:

“Give me more!”

There are some things that are never satisfied.

Forever craving more, they’re unable to say, “That’s enough!”

Here are four:

the grave, yawning for another victim,

the barren womb, ever wanting a child,

thirsty soil, ever longing for rain,

and a raging fire, devouring its fuel.

They’re all insatiable.

The eye that mocks his father and dishonors his elderly mother

deserves to be plucked out by the ravens of the valley

and fed to the young vultures!

[Four Mysteries]

There are four marvelous mysteries

that are too amazing to unravel—

who could fully explain them?

The way an eagle flies in the sky,

the way a snake glides on a boulder,

the path of a ship as it passes through the sea,

and the way a bridegroom falls in love with his bride.

Here is the deceptive way of the adulterous woman:

she takes what she wants and then says,

“I’ve done nothing wrong.”

[Four Intolerable Things]

There are four intolerable events

that are simply unbearable to observe:

when an unfaithful servant becomes a ruler,

when a scoundrel comes into great wealth,

when an unfaithful woman marries a good man,

and when a mistress replaces a faithful wife.

[Four Creatures Small and Wise]

The earth has four creatures that are very small but very wise:

The feeble ant has little strength,

yet look how it diligently gathers its food in the summer

to last throughout the winter.

The delicate rock-badger isn’t all that strong,

yet look how it makes a secure home, nestled in the rocks.

The locusts have no king to lead them,

yet they cooperate as they move forward by bands.

And the small lizard is easy to catch

as it clings to the walls with its hands,

yet it can be found inside a king’s palace.

[Four Stately Things]

There are four stately monarchs

who are impressive to watch as they go forth:

the lion, the king of the jungle, who is afraid of no one,

the rooster strutting boldly among the hens,

the male goat out in front leading the herd,

and a king leading his regal procession.

If you’ve acted foolishly by drawing attention to yourself,

or if you’ve thought about saying something stupid,

you’d better shut your mouth.

For such stupidity may give you a bloody nose!

Stirring up an argument only leads to an angry confrontation.

The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 30 (The Passion Translation)

[Psalm 30]

A song of David. For the dedication of the temple.

I praise You, Eternal One. You lifted me out of that deep, dark pit

and denied my opponents the pleasure of rubbing in their success.

Eternal One, my True God, I cried out to You for help;

You mended the shattered pieces of my life.

You lifted me from the grave with a mighty hand,

gave me another chance,

and saved me from joining those in that dreadful pit.

Sing, all you who remain faithful!

Pour out your hearts to the Eternal with praise and melodies;

let grateful music fill the air and bless His name.

His wrath, you see, is fleeting,

but His grace lasts a lifetime.

The deepest pains may linger through the night,

but joy greets the soul with the smile of morning.

When things were quiet and life was easy, I said in arrogance,

“Nothing can shake me.”

By Your grace, Eternal,

I thought I was as strong as a mountain;

But when You left my side and hid away,

I crumbled in fear.

O Eternal One, I called out to You;

I pleaded for Your compassion and forgiveness:

“I’m no good to You dead! What benefits come from my rotting corpse?

My body in the grave will not praise You.

No songs will rise up from the dust of my bones.

From dust comes no proclamation of Your faithfulness.

Hear me, Eternal Lord—please help me,

Eternal One—be merciful!”

You did it: You turned my deepest pains into joyful dancing;

You stripped off my dark clothing

and covered me with joyful light.

You have restored my honor. My heart is ready to explode, erupt in new songs!

It’s impossible to keep quiet!

Eternal One, my God, my Life-Giver, I will thank You forever.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 30 (The Voice)

[Psalm 41]

For the worship leader. A song of David.

Blessed are those who consider the helpless.

The Eternal will stay near them, leading them to safety in times of bitter struggle.

The Eternal defends them and preserves them,

and His blessing will find them in the land He gave them.

He moves ahead to frustrate their enemies’ plans.

When sickness comes, the Eternal is beside them—

to comfort them on their sickbeds and restore them to health.

And me? I cry out to Him,

“Heal my soul, O Eternal One, and show mercy

because I have sinned against You!”

My enemies are talking about me even now:

“When will death come for him and his name be forgotten?”

As they sit with me under my roof, their well wishes are empty lies.

They listen to my story

and then turn it around to tell their own version on the street.

Across the city, crowds whisper lies about me.

Their hate is strong, and they search for ways to harm me.

Some are saying: “Some vile disease has gotten hold of him.

The bed he lies in will be his deathbed.”

Even my best friend, my confidant

who has eaten my bread will stab me in the back.

But You, Eternal One, show mercy to me.

Extend Your gracious hand, and help me up.

I need to pay them back for what they’ve done to me.

I realize now that Your favor has come to me,

for my enemies have yet to declare victory over me.

You know and uphold me—a man of honor.

You grant me strength and life forever in Your presence.

Blessed is the Eternal, the True God of Israel.

Always and Eternal. Amen and Amen.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 41 (The Voice)

[Psalm 61]

God, listen to me shout,

bend an ear to my prayer.

When I’m far from anywhere,

down to my last gasp,

I call out, “Guide me

up High Rock Mountain!”

You’ve always given me breathing room,

a place to get away from it all,

A lifetime pass to your safe-house,

an open invitation as your guest.

You’ve always taken me seriously, God,

made me welcome among those who know and love you.

Let the days of the king add up

to years and years of good rule.

Set his throne in the full light of God;

post Steady Love and Good Faith as lookouts,

And I’ll be the poet who sings your glory—

and live what I sing every day.

The Book of Psalms, Poem 61 (The Message)

[shamelesspinningforaizawa]

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This is something that I think one needs to go into open minded as I feel this is going to be VERY much focused on the relationship of the reader and Aizawa but also the Relationship with the reader with themself. While also dealing with the readers family as well as whatever else gets tossed in as problems along the way. 

I say give it a read and watch where it goes. 

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#aizawa shouta #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #aizawa shota x reader #i love this fic #eraserhead #my hero academia eraserhead #my hero academia aizawa #xreader fic

[impossiblelibrary]

The Six-Gun Tarot Guide

No spoilers but as with most tarot readings, plenty of foreshadowing. R. S. Belcher names each of his chapters as tarot cards, so I’m doing a reading of each card as they tie into the meaning of the chapter. Each meaning should clarify the naming of the chapter after reading it and even entice your suspense as you’re reading. [Warning: Well-read manipulators of narrative might get the gist of the book on reading through this whole post. You are just that smart about narrative. There are still surprises and this book is far from predictable. This is just one appreciator helping out another appreciator of the literary arts.]

The author doesn’t even number his chapters because, numerology being an important factor in tarot reading, he just wants you to focus on the card’s meaning.

Chapter 1- The Page of Wands- A page is usually a young boy, the bringer of news, either good or bad, and wands here will be the symbol of magic, new projects, and creations.Wands is also the symbol of heat and fire.

The Moon- A slow, gentle and cool transformation. Just as the moon has many phases, people do as well and can have other sides to themselves.

The Star- Hope, integrity to move forward and reach for dreams. A new, clean world.

The Hanged Man- For its obvious (upon reading) imagery but also a man waiting, open hands, generous but also under the gaze of many.

The World- Obvious imagery here as well, but deeper meaning. The World is the card of ongoing cycles of things, and of a path either smooth or bumpy, a life well-lived with its obstacles and triumphs.

Queen of Swords- Imagining a woman with plenty of swords is helpful, but so is the motif of a woman with a clear vision of the truth with a mind sharp enough to peer into lies and deception, maybe even enough to be able to manipulate them.

Seven of Wands- Someone who seems to be attacked on all sides, fighting to stand their ground and slowly losing, competition.

Three of Swords- Heartbreak like no other, that lets you see clearer afterward and is an agent of change.

Ten of Pentacles- Either a home filled to the brim with family and plenty of food and money, or a home desolate and alone, bereft of anything that could make you rich in this world. (The first is right side up, the second, upside down.) This card relates to 3 different “homes” within the chapter.

Queen of Cups- A strong woman in matters of the heart and emotion. Good wife, loving mother. Insightful into emotional bodies of people or too connected to her own physical needs and wants. I love how Maude’s chapters are kind of divided in two, and the card relates twice to both halves.

Six of Cups- Childhood and naive happiness, also nostalgia. Care for a flashback?

The Devil- Literally, as well as figuratively. Feeling chained to something or someone, unable to part from or get away. At least 2 are chained here.

The Wheel of Fortune- Luck and fate and those who try to manipulate or control it, turn it to another direction.

King of Wands- A masculine energy of projects or current creations. In charge and in power but also an out of touch loneliness that settles into a person.

The Lovers- The magic of this card lies in the chalice the lovers both hold. They succeed if they concentrate on their relationship and keeping their combined emotions with each other safe. If instead, they focus on their individual sufferings and emotions, the chalice falls and the love for each other fades. Which couple is able to achieve this?

Seven of Pentacles- Soon enough, we will start reaping what we’ve sown, our investments and work will bring forth something newly grown.

The Empress- The mother figure, fertile and bringing forth more light and growth or more darkness and isolation.

The Hermit- The one who finds himself a place apart from all others in order to find knowledge, wisdom, and insight brighter and clearer than any he’s found before.

Queen of Pentacles- Strong female that cultivates the land, growing much and giving much of herself until all is growth.

The Chariot- Imagery of 2 horses drawing a carriage unable to decide which way to go without a strong leader reining them in. Metaphor of not knowing which direction to go in and thus going nowhere.

Strength- Strength is found in gentleness and merciful acts. Strength is a gentle quietness of knowing you have control. Again, this applies twice in this chapter, as often happens in this brilliant book.

Five of Cups- Lots to keep in mind in this chapter, so let’s keep this short. Loss and dealing with the difficulty of loss.

Ten of Wands- Finally reaping rewards for hard work, but possibly taking on too much, too many things to pay attention to.

Two of Wands- Personal power that’s almost magnetic. Projects rely on partnerships working together and not in two different directions.

Ace of Swords- The start to the war and also the birth of truth and insights.

The Fool- Being the first on the path means having no map, and falling in a pit you didn’t see coming as you were distracted by something else.

Justice- Fairness, and truth delivered with a firm hand, balance of needs and powers.

The Hierophant- Also known as the priest, also symbolizing the masks we put on ourselves for social situations and roles we play.

The Tower- Intense, world-shaking change. Watching what has been built start to tumble down to nothing.

The Emperor- A masculine figure that has the wisdom to share through story.

Ace of Wands- Inspiration and enthusiasm for a new direction. The start of some real magic.

Knight of Cups- The person with the energy and power to save and go for the ones they love.

Death- Painful transformation like the snake peeling off his skin.

Judgment- If we listen, we can hear the final judgment on our acts and see how they are going to be weighed, how our lives will be weighed.

#booklr #reading guide #The Six Gun Tarot #R. S. Belcher #steampunk

[mackenlov]

🔸The 30 Saying of the Wise🔸

Saying 1:

“Pay attention and turn your ear to the sayings of the wise; apply your heart to what I teach, for it is pleasing when you keep them in your heart and have all of them ready on your lips. So that your trust may be in the Lord, I teach you today, even you. Have I not written thirty sayings for you, sayings of counsel and knowledge, teaching you to be honest and to speak the truth, so that you bring back truthful reports to those you serve?

Saying 2:

“Do not exploit the poor because they are poor and do not crush the needy in court, for the Lord will take up their case and will exact life for life.

Saying 3:

Do not make friends with a hot-tempered person, do not associate with one easily angered, or you may learn their ways and get yourself ensnared.

Saying 4:

Do not be one who shakes hands in pledge or puts up security for debts; if you lack the means to pay, your very bed will be snatched from under you.

Saying 5:

Do not move an ancient boundary stone set up by your ancestors.

Saying 6:

Do you see someone skilled in their work? They will serve before kings; they will not serve before officials of low rank.”

Saying 7:

“When you sit to dine with a ruler, note well what is before you, and put a knife to your throat if you are given to gluttony. Do not crave his delicacies, for that food is deceptive.”

Saying 8:

“Do not wear yourself out to get rich; do not trust your own cleverness. Cast but a glance at riches, and they are gone, for they will surely sprout wings and fly off to the sky like an eagle.”

Saying 9:

“Do not eat the food of a begrudging host, do not crave his delicacies;You will vomit up the little you have eaten and will have wasted your compliments.

Saying 10:

Do not speak to fools, for they will scorn your prudent words.

Saying 11:

Do not move an ancient boundary stone or encroach on the fields of the fatherless, for their Defender is strong; he will take up their case against you.

Saying 12:

Apply your heart to instruction and your ears to words of knowledge.

Saying 13:

Do not withhold discipline from a child; if you punish them with the rod, they will not die. Punish them with the rod and save them from death.

Saying 14:

My son, if your heart is wise, then my heart will be glad indeed; my inmost being will rejoice when your lips speak what is right.

Saying 15:

Do not let your heart envy sinners, but always be zealous for the fear of the Lord. There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.

Saying 16:

Listen, my son, and be wise, and set your heart on the right path: Do not join those who drink too much wine or gorge themselves on meat, for drunkards and gluttons become poor, and drowsiness clothes them in rags.

Saying 17:

Listen to your father, who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old. Buy the truth and do not sell it— wisdom, instruction and insight as well. The father of a righteous child has great joy; a man who fathers a wise son rejoices in him. May your father and mother rejoice; may she who gave you birth be joyful!

Saying 18:

My son, give me your heart and let your eyes delight in my ways, for an adulterous woman is a deep pit, and a wayward wife is a narrow well. Like a bandit she lies in wait and multiplies the unfaithful among men.

Saying 19:

Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaints? Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes? Those who linger over wine, who go to sample bowls of mixed wine. Do not gaze at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup, when it goes down smoothly! In the end it bites like a snake and poisons like a viper. Your eyes will see strange sights, and your mind will imagine confusing things. You will be like one sleeping on the high seas, lying on top of the rigging. “They hit me,” you will say, “but I’m not hurt! They beat me, but I don’t feel it! When will I wake up so I can find another drink?”

Saying 20:

“Do not envy the wicked, do not desire their company; for their hearts plot violence, and their lips talk about making trouble.

Saying 21:

wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures.

Saying 22:

The wise prevail through great power, and those who have knowledge muster their strength. Surely you need guidance to wage war, and victory is won through many advisers.

Saying 23:

Wisdom is too high for fools; in the assembly at the gate they must not open their mouths.

Saying 24:

Whoever plots evil will be known as a schemer. The schemes of folly are sin, and people detest a mocker.

Saying 25:

If you falter in a time of trouble, how small is your strength! Rescue those being led away to death; hold back those staggering toward slaughter. If you say, “But we knew nothing about this,” does not he who weighs the heart perceive it? Does not he who guards your life know it? Will he not repay everyone according to what they have done?

Saying 26:

Eat honey, my son, for it is good; honey from the comb is sweet to your taste. Know also that wisdom is like honey for you: If you find it, there is a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.

Saying 27:

Do not lurk like a thief near the house of the righteous, do not plunder their dwelling place; for though the righteous fall seven times, they rise again, but the wicked stumble when calamity strikes.

Saying 28:

Do not gloat when your enemy falls; when they stumble, do not let your heart rejoice, or the Lord will see and disapprove and turn his wrath away from them.

Saying 29:

Do not fret because of evildoers or be envious of the wicked, for the evildoer has no future hope, and the lamp of the wicked will be snuffed out.

Saying 30:

Fear the Lord and the king, my son, and do not join with rebellious officials, for those two will send sudden destruction on them, and who knows what calamities they can bring?

Further saying if the wise:

These also are sayings of the wise: To show partiality in judging is not good: Whoever says to the guilty, “You are innocent,” will be cursed by peoples and denounced by nations. But it will go well with those who convict the guilty, and rich blessing will come on them. An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips. Put your outdoor work in order and get your fields ready; after that, build your house. Do not testify against your neighbor without cause— would you use your lips to mislead? Do not say, “I’ll do to them as they have done to me; I’ll pay them back for what they did.” I went past the field of a sluggard, past the vineyard of someone who has no sense; thorns had come up everywhere, the ground was covered with weeds, and the stone wall was in ruins. I applied my heart to what I observed and learned a lesson from what I saw: A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest— and poverty will come on you like a thief and scarcity like an armed man.”

Proverbs‬ 22- ‭24

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Obtaining Shed in Lalibela, Ethiopia’s Holy Land

Test with anybody in Lalibela who designed its many church buildings and so they’ll let you know it was angels. Quickly after expending a while within the sprawling refined of church buildings, a writer might be inclined to consider that them.

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  Excellent vistas will be seen from the shut by Ben Abeba cafe, recognized for its unbelievable meals and complex design. Picture By: Chris Bradley/Getty visuals

On the basis of Bete Medhane Alam, we stopped, appeared up, seemed down, subsequent the hovering russet pillars shaded by a defending roof. We skilled research the brochures, we had observed the pictures, we had achieved the one particular-hour flight, and now we ended up right here—on the 1st halt on the church tour in Lalibela, Ethiopia’s subsequent holiest place. I skilled seen European-type church buildings with their touring buttresses and overreaching arches, all gothic splendour and romanesque pageantry however I skilled not noticed an formidable church of this sort proper earlier than, shrines chiselled out of no cost-standing volcanic rock, erupting because it appeared, from the bottom beneath our ft.

Within Bete Medhane Alam, the Church of the Savior of the World, it was dingy, lit partly by white lights, a priest standing in entrance of an altar filled with colourfully rendered scenes from the Bible. Our information Alex, a slender male with a white cape, hefted two important drums and tapped them periodically as he outlined their liturgical significance in Orthodox Christianity.

Ethiopia helps make no secret of its branding as a holy spot. This was the state that hosted the primary mosque in Africa (Al Nejashi mosque), the metropolis of Axum within the north purportedly holds the Arc of the Covenant—containing Moses’ Ten Commandments—and the nation finds level out in equally testaments.

Plenty of religious Coptic Christians assessment the bible in Lalibela’s smaller rock hovels. Image By: Gavin Hellier/Robertharding/Getty visuals

Constructed by King Lalibela within the 12th century, the church superior created up of 11 rock-cut constructions was constructed within the image of Jerusalem, the holy land much more than 3,000 kilometres to the north. For medieval pilgrims the journey would have been expensive, time-consuming and hard, with the arrival of Muslim rulers within the Center East. So the king had a method, if the oldsters couldn’t go to the holy land, he would offer the holy land to them. “A pilgrimage proper right here is deemed the exact same as creating the pilgrimage to Jerusalem,” reported Alex. “That’s the reason it’s termed the subsequent Jerusalem.” The close by river is known as the Jordan River, and there’s a duplicate of Jesus’ grave within the Golgotha.

However Lalibela doesn’t performance as an ersatz imitation of the Holy Land. Considerably as a dwelling, respiratory monument of faith impressed by it, it’s nonetheless used for prayer and extremely a lot the imposing locations of worship that church buildings will be. Divided into the northern and southern workforce, and navigable by foot, the church buildings are frequented by numerous numbers of pilgrims yearly. Strains of white-clad Coptic Christians snaked out and in of the sophisticated all afternoon throughout our try. At Bete Amanuel (Church of Emanuel), a chunky, ribbed creating with patterned house home windows, an exorcism gave the impression to be beneath approach. A lady writhed on the ground, within the centre of the church as folks right this moment murmured prayers. We stepped apart.

Coptic Christians from all above Ethiopia will be seen on pilgrimage in Lalibela. Image By: Gavin Quirke/Getty pictures

Unadorned and deceptively straightforward looking, the church buildings ended up made by slicing through the rock from main to backside, as a substitute than the much more typical approach of developing from base to prime rated. Among the church buildings had massive courtyards, different people, atop heights needed to be achieved by passageways, and within the circumstance of Bete Gabriel-Rufael, a bridge. How a number of folks labored on the development, a single member of the group requested. “It was constructed by angels,” defined Alex, which means nearly each phrase he stated. “Sorry who?” the individual questioned, marginally perplexed. “Angels,” recurring Alex. “That’s the way it was constructed so instantly.” The mysterious powers of god and king could be repeatedly invoked on account of the system of the afternoon.

Space legend has it that the king constructed the Lalibela sophisticated with a big army of divine volunteers, aiding full it in two a few years, in the middle of his rule. However many specialists and historians consider {that a} superior this sprawling and complex couldn’t have been achieved so swiftly. A person requested who the architect was guiding the constructions. “The king,” claimed Alex. “He was the architect, the planner, the designer, nearly every little thing!” It was tough to totally grasp the plan of the sophisticated on one’s personal, the curving entrances and labyrinthine passages, some main to different church buildings, different folks to caves or darkened ineffective finishes. We skipped and stumbled greater than stones and shrubs, attempting to make sense of this medieval advanced recognised as a UNESCO monument.

Probably the most extraordinary was the Bete Giyorigs, or the Church of St George, which needed to be approached down a dusty path. The cruciform form patterned out of the panorama—lead impression to a thousand trip tales—cut up the hill open. We slid downwards proper up till we arrived on the foot of the 30 metre tall construction, the when-pink rocks crusted round by age, yellowed by time. The within was dim and unadorned, with no joints or pillars, no massive space for prayer. A lot of the church buildings we visited ended up purposeful like this an individual: with a main altar and a presiding priest, and friends forbidden to peek outdoors of the big curtain made up of a reproduction of the Ark of the Covenant. Some skilled frescos and wall artwork. At Bete Golgotha, which holds the tomb of the king, we might solely peer by means of the doorway. Females have been being not permitted inside, and the boys within the workforce declined to go in, in solidarity, no matter some prodding by Alex.

Outdoors the home, somebody opened the modest musty museum beside the ticket office for us. The dual scents of mud and age swept by. Behind glass situations lay thick holy vestments, liturgical items and big, cracked textbooks created within the Ge’ez script, the language of the church and the traditional language from which Amharic, the nation’s official language, descended.

  The church of St. George stands in a 25 metre by 25 metre large pit, carved out of excellent volcanic rock. Image By: Toby Adamson/Construction Images/Getty photographs

  Afterwards that evening, sated on scripture and sacrament, we headed for night meal to Ben Abeba, a hilltop restaurant created like a factor out of an Eischer painting with its odd shapes and looping platforms and pathways. Right here, because the wind howled, we now have been served important plates of injera, a fragile sourdough crepe-like bread, with a vibrant assortment of accompaniments.

Within the holy city, there was no sacramental wine, however there was honey wine by the jug. We completed the day at Torpedo Tej Guess, a neighborhood watering gap, the place by grownup women and men of all ages sat on low stools round tables, swilling further and way more of the honey wine because the night progressed. Clapping and dancing ensued, males shifting rhythmically, primarily deploying their shoulders, though stomping and singing.

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Lalibela lies north of Addis Ababa and will be reached by a a single-hour flight. Reductions are provided on home flights for many who fly into the nation on Ethiopian Airways. There isn’t considerably to the city by itself, apart from the excellent church buildings. The superior will be arrived at by automobile rickshaw, recognized as “Bajaj” in Ethiopia. It fees USD 50/Rs3,575 to enter the subtle and the ticket is legitimate for 5 days all through all church buildings. It’s simplest to take a look at with a suggestion as signage is weak and doesn’t provide a sense of historical past. Furthermore, the spot will be perplexing and tough to navigate by yourself. 

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Masters of Self-Defence

Take heed unto thyself, …thou shalt both save thyself, … 1 Timothy 4:16

SERPENTS ARE WISE BECAUSE THEY ARE MASTERS OF SELF-DEFENSE

Most snakes will not attack you if you leave them alone.  However, they will rise up fiercely to kill anyone who threatens their existence.  They are indeed masters of self-defence.  It is this famous defensive response to danger that has given serpents their fearful reputation. Paul taught Timothy to guard himself and to defend himself.  That is the wisdom of a serpent.  Take heed to yourself and save yourself! 

It was this self-defending attitude of David that Hushai the Archite spoke about when he advised Absalom not to pursue his father in the night.  He warned him about his father’s reaction to being surrounded and threatened.  Absalom knew what Hushai the Arhcite was talking about.  He knew that David was an expert at fighting back and extinguishing enemies in such a way that they would never be heard of again. 

For, said Hushai, thou knowest thy father and his men, that they be mighty men, and they be chafed in their minds, AS A BEAR ROBBED OF HER WHELPS in the field: and thy father is a man of war, and will not lodge with the people. Behold, he is hid now in some pit, or in some other place: and it will come to pass, when some of them be overthrown at the first, that whosoever heareth it will say, There is a slaughter among the people that follow Absalom. And he also that is valiant, whose heart is as the heart of a lion, shall utterly melt: for all Israel knoweth that thy father is a mighty man, and they which be with him are valiant men. 2 Samuel 17:7-10

Every minister must develop a proper attitude towards enemies.   This attitude is necessary to defend himself and the church properly. A certain ferocity is needed to fight enemies of the church who destroy the man of God. Anyone who does not have a certain ferocious attitude towards disloyalty will allow terrible works of the enemy to flourish among them until the church is destroyed.  David reacted to enemies with a certain ferocity.  When he was surrounded he determined to cut off his enemies in such a way that they would never be seen again.

You must learn to extinguish your enemies in a fire of thorns.   Rise up fiercely and develop a spiritual reputation for self-defence.  King David promised to extinguish his enemies, as a man would burn a heap of thorns!  He would deal with them ferociously and fiercely and they would regret ever threatening him! He said, “They surrounded me like bees; they were extinguished as a fire of thorns; in the name of the Lord I will surely cut them off” (Psalm 118:12). 

1.  DEFEND YOURSELF AGAINST DISLOYALTY

1.Defend yourself against disloyal people by being conscious of the traits and patterns of disloyal men. You must react to disloyalty!  Don’t be phlegmatic!  Rise up and defend yourself against the threat of disloyalty! . You must then mark and avoid such people so that their venom will be rendered powerless. “Now I beseech you, brethren, mark them which cause divisions and offences contrary to the doctrine which ye have learned; and avoid them.  For they that are such serve not our Lord Jesus Christ, but their own belly; and by good words and fair speeches deceive the hearts of the simple” (Romans 16:17-18).

2. Defend yourself against disloyal people by casting out scorners who do not really believe in you. Dismissals, transfers, rotation of people are all important strategies of self-defence. You must be a master of self-defence if you are to build the church successfully.   “Cast out the scorner, and contention shall go out; yea, strife and reproach shall cease” (Proverbs 22:10).

3. Defend yourself against disloyal associates by continuously teaching against the bad and poisonous behaviour of disloyalty.  Teaching has a real effect and it is powerful in fighting imaginations and thoughts that exalt themselves against the will of God.  “Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ” (2 Corinthians 10:5). 4. Defend yourself against disloyal associates by keeping a private life and not revealing everything about yourself.  Treacherous people want something to talk about. The more they know about you, the more opportunity they have to attack you.

2.  DEFEND YOURSELF AGAINST POVERTY

1.Defend yourself against poverty by being a diligent hard worker who works more than eight hours a day.  Poverty comes like a traveler who has nowhere else to stay. Financial problems come like armed robbers who are bent on harming you. “So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man” (Proverbs 6:11).  You must rise up to defend yourself against poverty that is determined to overwhelm you.  Defend yourself against poverty by working hard. 2.Defend yourself against poverty by paying your tithes and avoiding the curses of those who do not pay their tithes.  “Honour the Lord with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase:  So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine” (Proverbs 3:9-10). 3.Defend yourself against poverty by building your own house.  One day, you may not earn enough money to build a house.  By then, you should have a roof over your head.  “Through wisdom is an house builded; and by understanding it is established” (Proverbs 24:3).  Be wise in your day of plenty and build a house as early as you can.

3.  DEFEND YOURSELF AGAINST SLOW DESTRUCTION

Defend yourself against the slow deterioration around us. “For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation (Proverbs 27:24).  There is a natural decline that is built into everything we do.  From the moment you complete your house and move into it, it begins to decay. From the first day you use your new kitchen, it begins to deteriorate.  Your marriage begins to decay from the moment you say ‘I do’.  Your church begins to decrease from the day you have your highest attendance.  You must rise up and defend yourself against all forms or attrition.  Defend yourself against the decay of the church by starting more branches and doing more outreaches. Defend your marriage by doing all the exciting things in the marriage books.  Defend your house from decay by constantly repairing, renovating and improving things.

4.  DEFEND YOURSELF AGAINST FALSEHOOD

Defend yourself against liars and deception. The world if full of deception and lies.  The children of satan are dabbling in lies and deception all the time.  A wise leader must expect people to lie to him. Through people’s lies and falsehood you can be led astray. Defend yourself by demanding openness from all those that are close to you.  Do not accept mysterious shadowy characters who do not say much when they are in your presence.  “But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.” 1 John 1:7.  God will give you grace and through the anointing no one will be able to deceive you.  Those who think they are deceiving you will be the ones who will be deceived most.  It is fun to deceive those who think they are deceiving you!  “What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?  Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper” (Psalm 120:3-4).

5.  DEFEND YOURSELF AGAINST LUST

1. You must rise up and defend yourself against all forms of lust.  Every man is susceptible to lustful tendencies and sins.  It is important to defend your mind, your body and your flesh against attacks of lust.   2. Defend yourself against lust by winning the psychological battle of the mind. Keep your thoughts pure and your conscience tender. “Lust not after her beauty in thine heart; neither let her take thee with her eyelids” (Proverbs 6:25). 3. Defend yourself from the presence of strange women by the presence of your own wife, your sisters, your daughters or other good women. A woman keeps away other women.  A woman is the best protection from other women!  Thou art my sister; and call understanding thy kinswoman: …That they may keep thee from the strange woman (Proverbs 7:5). 4. Defend yourself by not working with women at all if the only relationship you are used to having with women is a sexual one. “For by means of a whorish woman a man is brought to a piece of bread: and the adulteress will hunt for the precious life” (Proverbs 6:26). 5. Defend yourself against dangerous sexual fires and burns by getting married to a willing sexual partner.  You are done for, if your marriage partner is an unwilling sexual partner who just wants your sperms to create a legitimate baby for herself.  Defend yourself against rising desires in marriage by constantly having sex with your wife.  “…come together again, that Satan tempt you not for your incontinency” (1 Corinthians 7:5).

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GLORIFYING GODHEAD THE TRINITY, FOREVER AND EVERMORE, AMEN, AND AMEN....🍒🍒🍒🍒

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WE ARE GODHEAD'S HEIRS WHO UPHOLD' S HIS VERY PRECEPTS ALWAYS, TO VALUE OUR OWNER OF THIS WHOLE UNIVERSE [YAHWEH&YESHUA] WE ARE CHILDREN OF LIGHT AND EASY, AND WE WON'T PUT UP WITH NO DAMN REVOLUTION AND NO DAMN CORRUPTION, MINDED BASTARDS WHO LIVES IN THE PIT(BLACK HEARTS) OF IGNORANCE =BONDAGE!!! IF YOU ALL LOVE TO LIVE IN THE ROOTS MENTALLY, THAT IS YOUR OWN DAMN CHOICE, BUT WHEN FATHER GOD BROUGHT US IN THE 1970-1985, WE DIDN'T HAVE YOUR DAMN BONDAGE MINDSET!!!! WE'RE THE RIGHTEOUS FIGHTER'S WHO, IF YOU MESSED WITH ANYBODY WE EVER LOVED YOUR ASS WAS AND IS OURS, CAUSE WE NEVER LOVED NO DAMN SNAKE,PESTILENCE,AND MAMMOTH!!! WE ELECT'S CHOSEN BY GODHEAD, MY HUSBAND ALPHA AND OMEGA[TOLD Y'ALL ASS YOU CAN'T DECEIVE US]!!!! TELLING ALL THESE DAMN LIES, WE TOLD Y'ALL TO SHUT UP, AND SIT YOUR ASS DOWN, BUT NOW IF WE HAVE TO GO PERSONALLY TO Y'ALL, YOU BET IT'S A GOODNIGHT AND LIGHT"S OUT FOR YOU!!!! THIS IS THE CONSEQUENCES OF REVOLTING ON MY FATHER GOD, KNOWING YOU ALL DIDN'T HEED THE WARNINGS THROUGH THESE YEARS, AND OH YEAH, MY VERY BELOVED ANOINTED PROPHETIC DAD, PROPHESIED ABOUT THE COMPUTER'S SHUTING DOWN THOSE YEARS AGO BEFORE, THE OTHERS CLAIMED THEY WHERE CALLED INTO MINISTRY[ SO Y'ALL FATHER OF LIES,CALLED Y'ALL TO PROPHESIES OF LIER'S, WHOOPS SPEAKING OF MY VERY OWN PRECIOUS TWIN PROPHESIED ABOUT YOUR SYNAGOGUES OF LIES!!!! LOVL[ LAUGHING OUT VERY LOUD, WE SO CAUGHT Y'ALL LIARS, THAT IT'S ABOUT TIME TO BLASPHEME Y'ALL STRAIGHT TO HELL YOU GO[ YOU ALL BLASPHEME MY DADDY'S NAME[EL SHADDAI &JEHOVAH-ROHI] ALL OF THESE YEARS, WE WILL BLAST Y'ALL WICKED ASS STRAIGHT TO HELL= A NEW AND UPGRADED CROSS OF CALVARY WHOOPING, JUST FOR OUR VERY STUPID ADVERSARIES!!!! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU STINKY MOOCHERS, FREELOAD OFF OF OUR SUPREME FAITH IN GOD, LOOKING FOR US SO YOU CAN TAKE GLORY FOR YOURSELF, HELL NO, GET THEE BEHIND ME DUMBASS[LU THE FUNKY, BUCKTOOTH, GREMLIN, FURBI LOOKING ASS UGLY FOOL]!!!! BYE BYE DUMMY!!!! OOOOPPPPSSSY, I DID IT AGAIN ABEOJI NEM [FATHER GOD NEM], I MADE SOME DUMMIES MAD AGAIN, YEA WELL, I FEEL VERY, VERY GOOD TO JUST DO STUFF TO EVERYBODY AROUND THE WORLD WHO THOUGH, THEIR FUNKY TRICKS, &LUSTY TREATS WOULD FOOL ME.... NOPE LITTLE, MIDDLE,AND BIG DUMMIES, NO TRICKS OF Y'ALL WON'T WORK ON ME, MAN & WOMAN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS[ WHERE MY TRUE BEAUTIFUL CREW PEOPLE AROUND THE WORLD, THAT HAS HAD IT WITH BEING HATED ON JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST BEING YOU[WHO GODHEAD ORIGINALLY CREATED YOU TO BE] NOBODY CAN BE YOU, CAUSE ONLY YOU KNOW YOUR VERY OWN STORY, OF HOW THROUGH THE LOVE OF JESUS CHRIST OUR KING OF GLORY[OUR AND SAVIOR SET YOU FREE, FROM YOUR DREADFUL PAST TOO!!! SO I ENCOURAGE YOU ALL, DON'T LISTEN TO THOSE RELIGIOUS CREW[CHRISTIANS] SAYING YOU LIVE IN THE PAST!!! WE WALK&TALK=LIVING IN SPIRIT AND TRUTH, REMEMBER JESUS CHRIST TOLD, US THAT OUR COMFORTER WILL BRING THESE THINGS BACK TO OUR REMEMBRANCE!!! THOUGH YOU WHERE HURT IN YOUR PAST, YOU CAN BE HEALED TOTALLY NOW IN THESE VERY DAYS WE LIVE IN, EMBRACE YOUR VICTORY IN JESUS CHRIST TODAY AND FOREVERMORE, BECAUSE YOU ALL TO ARE STILL ALIVE TOO. AND THAT SHOWS THAT GODHEAD LOVES US ALL TOO, I LIVE FREELY, NOW BECAUSE I EMBRACE MY HERO JEHOVAH-ROHI[YESHUA= EVERYDAY]!!! JUST LIKE BOAZ AND I, JOEL AND VICTORIA, DO THESE DAYS, WE HAVE TO GLORIFY GODHEAD IN EVERYTHING, BECAUSE IF IT WASN'T FOR THEM[GOD THE FATHER,JESUS CHRIST THE SON, THE HOLY SPIRIT OUR COMFORTER, AND THE HOST OF HEAVEN], WE WOULDN'T BE HERE, AND WE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO HELP EACH OTHER WITH GOOD COMPANIES, AND GOOD RELATIONSHIP'S ALL LIVING IN RIGHTEOUSNESS TOGETHERNESS, AND FOREVER PROTECTION OF SHEKINA GLORY[GOD'S ABIDING PRESENCE SURROUND ING US FOREVER IN JESUS HOLY,MIGHTY, AND WORTHY, NAME WE PRAY, AMEN!!! GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST OF PRAISE, YOU ARE VERY HOLY MY KING,YOUR ARE VERY WORTHY MY LORD, THERE IS NONE LIKE YOU IN ALL THE EARTH YOUR EXCELLENCY[ELOHIM HIS MAJESTY LET YOUR PRAISES FILL THIS EARTH AND TOUCH YOUR VERY HEARTS FOREVER, AND EVERMORE, AMEN, AND AMEN!!!! LOVING ADONAI AND BOAZ FOR ALL ETERNITY😁😍😁😍🍒.... ENJOY EVERYONE

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Pray for the world. Reading: Proverbs 21-25 In the Lord’s hand the king’s heart is a stream of water
    that he channels toward all who please him. 2  A person may think their own ways are right,
    but the Lord weighs the heart. 3  To do what is right and just
    is more acceptable to the Lord than sacrifice. 4  Haughty eyes and a proud heart—
    the unplowed field of the wicked—produce sin. 5  The plans of the diligent lead to profit
    as surely as haste leads to poverty. 6  A fortune made by a lying tongue
    is a fleeting vapor and a deadly snare.[a] 7  The violence of the wicked will drag them away,
    for they refuse to do what is right. 8  The way of the guilty is devious,
    but the conduct of the innocent is upright. 9  Better to live on a corner of the roof
    than share a house with a quarrelsome wife. 10  The wicked crave evil;
    their neighbors get no mercy from them. 11  When a mocker is punished, the simple gain wisdom;
    by paying attention to the wise they get knowledge. 12  The Righteous One[b] takes note of the house of the wicked
    and brings the wicked to ruin. 13  Whoever shuts their ears to the cry of the poor
    will also cry out and not be answered. 14  A gift given in secret soothes anger,
    and a bribe concealed in the cloak pacifies great wrath. 15  When justice is done, it brings joy to the righteous
    but terror to evildoers. 16  Whoever strays from the path of prudence
    comes to rest in the company of the dead. 17  Whoever loves pleasure will become poor;
    whoever loves wine and olive oil will never be rich. 18  The wicked become a ransom for the righteous,
    and the unfaithful for the upright. 19  Better to live in a desert
    than with a quarrelsome and nagging wife. 20  The wise store up choice food and olive oil,
    but fools gulp theirs down. 21  Whoever pursues righteousness and love
    finds life, prosperity[c] and honor. 22  One who is wise can go up against the city of the mighty
    and pull down the stronghold in which they trust. 23  Those who guard their mouths and their tongues
    keep themselves from calamity. 24  The proud and arrogant person—“Mocker” is his name—
    behaves with insolent fury. 25  The craving of a sluggard will be the death of him,
    because his hands refuse to work. 26  All day long he craves for more,
    but the righteous give without sparing. 27  The sacrifice of the wicked is detestable—
    how much more so when brought with evil intent! 28  A false witness will perish,
    but a careful listener will testify successfully. 29  The wicked put up a bold front,
    but the upright give thought to their ways. 30  There is no wisdom, no insight, no plan
    that can succeed against the Lord. 31  The horse is made ready for the day of battle,
    but victory rests with the Lord. 22  A good name is more desirable than great riches;
    to be esteemed is better than silver or gold. 2  Rich and poor have this in common:
    The Lord is the Maker of them all. 3  The prudent see danger and take refuge,
    but the simple keep going and pay the penalty. 4  Humility is the fear of the Lord;
    its wages are riches and honor and life. 5  In the paths of the wicked are snares and pitfalls,
    but those who would preserve their life stay far from them. 6  Start children off on the way they should go,
    and even when they are old they will not turn from it. 7  The rich rule over the poor,
    and the borrower is slave to the lender. 8  Whoever sows injustice reaps calamity,
    and the rod they wield in fury will be broken. 9  The generous will themselves be blessed,
    for they share their food with the poor. 10  Drive out the mocker, and out goes strife;
    quarrels and insults are ended. 11  One who loves a pure heart and who speaks with grace
    will have the king for a friend. 12  The eyes of the Lord keep watch over knowledge,
    but he frustrates the words of the unfaithful. 13  The sluggard says, “There’s a lion outside!
    I’ll be killed in the public square!” 14  The mouth of an adulterous woman is a deep pit;
    a man who is under the Lord’s wrath falls into it. 15  Folly is bound up in the heart of a child,
    but the rod of discipline will drive it far away. 16  One who oppresses the poor to increase his wealth
    and one who gives gifts to the rich—both come to poverty. Thirty Sayings of the Wise Saying 1 17  Pay attention and turn your ear to the sayings of the wise;
    apply your heart to what I teach, 18  for it is pleasing when you keep them in your heart
    and have all of them ready on your lips. 19  So that your trust may be in the Lord,
    I teach you today, even you. 20  Have I not written thirty sayings for you,
    sayings of counsel and knowledge, 21  teaching you to be honest and to speak the truth,
    so that you bring back truthful reports
    to those you serve? Saying 2 22  Do not exploit the poor because they are poor
    and do not crush the needy in court, 23  for the Lord will take up their case
    and will exact life for life. Saying 3 24  Do not make friends with a hot-tempered person,
    do not associate with one easily angered, 25  or you may learn their ways
    and get yourself ensnared. Saying 4 26  Do not be one who shakes hands in pledge
    or puts up security for debts; 27  if you lack the means to pay,
    your very bed will be snatched from under you. Saying 5 28  Do not move an ancient boundary stone
    set up by your ancestors. Saying 6 29  Do you see someone skilled in their work?
    They will serve before kings;
    they will not serve before officials of low rank. Saying 7 23  When you sit to dine with a ruler,
    note well what[d] is before you, 2  and put a knife to your throat
    if you are given to gluttony. 3  Do not crave his delicacies,
    for that food is deceptive. Saying 8 4  Do not wear yourself out to get rich;
    do not trust your own cleverness. 5  Cast but a glance at riches, and they are gone,
    for they will surely sprout wings
    and fly off to the sky like an eagle. Saying 9 6  Do not eat the food of a begrudging host,
    do not crave his delicacies; 7  for he is the kind of person
    who is always thinking about the cost.[e]
“Eat and drink,” he says to you,
    but his heart is not with you. 8  You will vomit up the little you have eaten
    and will have wasted your compliments. Saying 10 9  Do not speak to fools,
    for they will scorn your prudent words. Saying 11 10  Do not move an ancient boundary stone
    or encroach on the fields of the fatherless, 11  for their Defender is strong;
    he will take up their case against you. Saying 12 12  Apply your heart to instruction
    and your ears to words of knowledge. Saying 13 13  Do not withhold discipline from a child;
    if you punish them with the rod, they will not die. 14  Punish them with the rod
    and save them from death. Saying 14 15  My son, if your heart is wise,
    then my heart will be glad indeed; 16  my inmost being will rejoice
    when your lips speak what is right. Saying 15 17  Do not let your heart envy sinners,
    but always be zealous for the fear of the Lord. 18  There is surely a future hope for you,
    and your hope will not be cut off. Saying 16 19  Listen, my son, and be wise,
    and set your heart on the right path: 20  Do not join those who drink too much wine
    or gorge themselves on meat, 21  for drunkards and gluttons become poor,
    and drowsiness clothes them in rags. Saying 17 22  Listen to your father, who gave you life,
    and do not despise your mother when she is old. 23  Buy the truth and do not sell it—
    wisdom, instruction and insight as well. 24  The father of a righteous child has great joy;
    a man who fathers a wise son rejoices in him. 25  May your father and mother rejoice;
    may she who gave you birth be joyful! Saying 18 26  My son, give me your heart
    and let your eyes delight in my ways, 27  for an adulterous woman is a deep pit,
    and a wayward wife is a narrow well. 28  Like a bandit she lies in wait
    and multiplies the unfaithful among men. Saying 19 29  Who has woe? Who has sorrow?
    Who has strife? Who has complaints?
    Who has needless bruises? Who has bloodshot eyes? 30  Those who linger over wine,
    who go to sample bowls of mixed wine. 31  Do not gaze at wine when it is red,
    when it sparkles in the cup,
    when it goes down smoothly! 32  In the end it bites like a snake
    and poisons like a viper. 33  Your eyes will see strange sights,
    and your mind will imagine confusing things. 34  You will be like one sleeping on the high seas,
    lying on top of the rigging. 35  “They hit me,” you will say, “but I’m not hurt!
    They beat me, but I don’t feel it!
When will I wake up
    so I can find another drink?” Saying 20 24  Do not envy the wicked,
    do not desire their company; 2  for their hearts plot violence,
    and their lips talk about making trouble. Saying 21 3  By wisdom a house is built,
    and through understanding it is established; 4  through knowledge its rooms are filled
    with rare and beautiful treasures. Saying 22 5  The wise prevail through great power,
    and those who have knowledge muster their strength. 6  Surely you need guidance to wage war,
    and victory is won through many advisers. Saying 23 7  Wisdom is too high for fools;
    in the assembly at the gate they must not open their mouths. Saying 24 8  Whoever plots evil
    will be known as a schemer. 9  The schemes of folly are sin,
    and people detest a mocker. Saying 25 10  If you falter in a time of trouble,
    how small is your strength! 11  Rescue those being led away to death;
    hold back those staggering toward slaughter. 12  If you say, “But we knew nothing about this,”
    does not he who weighs the heart perceive it?
Does not he who guards your life know it?
    Will he not repay everyone according to what they have done? Saying 26 13  Eat honey, my son, for it is good;
    honey from the comb is sweet to your taste. 14  Know also that wisdom is like honey for you:
    If you find it, there is a future hope for you,
    and your hope will not be cut off. Saying 27 15  Do not lurk like a thief near the house of the righteous,
    do not plunder their dwelling place; 16  for though the righteous fall seven times, they rise again,
    but the wicked stumble when calamity strikes. Saying 28 17  Do not gloat when your enemy falls;
    when they stumble, do not let your heart rejoice, 18  or the Lord will see and disapprove
    and turn his wrath away from them. Saying 29 19  Do not fret because of evildoers
    or be envious of the wicked, 20  for the evildoer has no future hope,
    and the lamp of the wicked will be snuffed out. Saying 30 21  Fear the Lord and the king, my son,
    and do not join with rebellious officials, 22  for those two will send sudden destruction on them,
    and who knows what calamities they can bring? Further Sayings of the Wise 23 These also are sayings of the wise: To show partiality in judging is not good: 24  Whoever says to the guilty, “You are innocent,”
    will be cursed by peoples and denounced by nations. 25  But it will go well with those who convict the guilty,
    and rich blessing will come on them. 26  An honest answer
    is like a kiss on the lips. 27  Put your outdoor work in order
    and get your fields ready;
    after that, build your house. 28  Do not testify against your neighbor without cause—
    would you use your lips to mislead? 29  Do not say, “I’ll do to them as they have done to me;
    I’ll pay them back for what they did.” 30  I went past the field of a sluggard,
    past the vineyard of someone who has no sense; 31  thorns had come up everywhere,
    the ground was covered with weeds,
    and the stone wall was in ruins. 32  I applied my heart to what I observed
    and learned a lesson from what I saw: 33  A little sleep, a little slumber,
    a little folding of the hands to rest— 34  and poverty will come on you like a thief
    and scarcity like an armed man. More Proverbs of Solomon 25 These are more proverbs of Solomon, compiled by the men of Hezekiah king of Judah: 2  It is the glory of God to conceal a matter;
    to search out a matter is the glory of kings. 3  As the heavens are high and the earth is deep,
    so the hearts of kings are unsearchable. 4  Remove the dross from the silver,
    and a silversmith can produce a vessel; 5  remove wicked officials from the king’s presence,
    and his throne will be establishedthrough righteousness. 6  Do not exalt yourself in the king’s presence,
    and do not claim a place among his great men; 7  it is better for him to say to you, “Come up here,”
    than for him to humiliate you before his nobles. What you have seen with your eyes 8      do not bring[f] hastily to court,
for what will you do in the end
    if your neighbor puts you to shame? 9  If you take your neighbor to court,
    do not betray another’s confidence, 10  or the one who hears it may shame you
    and the charge against you will stand. 11  Like apples[g] of gold in settings of silver
    is a ruling rightly given. 12  Like an earring of gold or an ornament of fine gold
    is the rebuke of a wise judge to a listening ear. 13  Like a snow-cooled drink at harvest time
    is a trustworthy messenger to the one who sends him;
    he refreshes the spirit of his master. 14  Like clouds and wind without rain
    is one who boasts of gifts never given. 15  Through patience a ruler can be persuaded,
    and a gentle tongue can break a bone. 16  If you find honey, eat just enough—
    too much of it, and you will vomit. 17  Seldom set foot in your neighbor’s house—
    too much of you, and they will hate you. 18  Like a club or a sword or a sharp arrow
   ��is one who gives false testimony against a neighbor. 19  Like a broken tooth or a lame foot
    is reliance on the unfaithful in a time of trouble. 20  Like one who takes away a garment on a cold day,
    or like vinegar poured on a wound,
    is one who sings songs to a heavy heart. 21  If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat;
    if he is thirsty, give him water to drink. 22  In doing this, you will heap burning coalson his head,
    and the Lord will reward you. 23  Like a north wind that brings unexpected rain
    is a sly tongue—which provokes a horrified look. 24  Better to live on a corner of the roof
    than share a house with a quarrelsome wife. 25  Like cold water to a weary soul
    is good news from a distant land. 26  Like a muddied spring or a polluted well
    are the righteous who give way to the wicked. 27  It is not good to eat too much honey,
    nor is it honorable to search out matters that are too deep. 28  Like a city whose walls are broken through
    is a person who lacks self-control.

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I can’t wait for Aizawa to meet Frigga in the fic. I can see him getting adopted by her and smothered with love and spoiled to death! ❤️❤️❤️

Someone has been looking in my drafts I see lol.

Yeah, Aizawa and Frigga are great together. They have lunch dates, and he loves her cooking. Frigga is best mom to everyone.

Aizawa learns a lot from her as well as many embarrassing stories about Lilith and Thor from over the years. Good times.

#aizawa shouta #Frigga #a snake pit filled of lies and deception #frigga is best mom #ask kashi

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Aizawa is a hair god hc accepted! 😍

Aizawa I honestly only see as the hair expert.

It’s just very odd for him to literally have so many hair styles ic he doesn’t like or wanted long hair. Yet alone keep it up.

with how much of a dead giveaway it is for him with his quirk also it’s very obvious he does care about his hair a lot.

Just look at him his hairs a mess but it’s a very calculated mess.

I do believe that Aizawa’s look was made to mislead people at first glance to give him an advantage.

I also HC Aizawa being the one to get Zashi’s hair to grow after they became friends as well. Zashi’s hair wasn’t really long until after they became friends.

#ask kashi #aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta headcanons #yamada hizashi #mha present mic #a snake pit filled of lies and deception

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Them ✨💚🖤✨

#aizawa shouta #Lilith Friggason #a snake pit filled of lies and deception #aizawa shouta x reader #Aizawa shouta x oc #oc x canon #aizawa x lilith #Art #TheHawaiianQueenArt #my hero academia #mha #boku no my hero academia #bnha

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After the War 
doodle from a while ago I never posted

#aizawa shouta #Lilith Friggason #a snake pit filled of lies and deception #mha #bnmha #my hero academia #boku no my hero academia

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Avenge The Fallen 

Here is that Aizawa to match Lilith’s 

Chapter 9 of A Snake Pit Filled of Lies and Deception will be posted April 25th.

Is this spoilers? Possibly…

#aizawa shouta #avenge the fallen #a snake pit filled of lies and deception #aizawa shouta x reader #my hero academia #TheHawaiianQueenArt