#Smokes of a sinner [IC]

[animeshotsh]

The day i got a new uncle!! | Vox x Kid!Reader

Vox claiming that yes, kid!reader its totally his.

Warnings: HH violence-cursing- Kid!Reader bites Valentino - Everybody freaks out - Lucifer snaps - Charlie snaps - Alastor its all for the drama - Vox has a crush on Alastor - Protective!Alastor - Protective!Angel Dust - grammar mistakes

Note: its edited, now Kid!reader does bite Valentino

The hotel was for once quiet. Like, extremely quiet. Too quiet.

"as much as i hate seeing your face, is (Y/N) with you? They have their piano lesson today" Lucifer said towards Alastor who in return smiled to hide is now nervous self.

"I tought they were with you?" The demon said turning his head to the side then sending all his shadows to look for you.

Lucifer gave him his own nervous look and went to ask the others, his wings carring him in the halls.

"Charlie? CHARLIE? PLEASE TELL ME (Y/N) ITS THERE WITH YOU" Lucifer called from outside her daugther's room only for it to open with a very nervous Charlie.

"Dad, what do you mean? (Y/N) was supposed to be out with Angel Dust for today"

"And they havent returned...?" The king asked in a worried tone.

Before Charlie could respond Alastor appear in his hand was a beaten up lamb from Lucifer.

"My shadows found your spider friend on the side of the street, and they took this back with them" Alastor trow the lamb to Lucifer who looked at it asking where you were.

"They took them, the sinner tried to fight them off but could not..."

"its Angel hurt? And (Y/N)?" Charlie asked now getting desesperated.

"I knew he was weak" Alastor said in a low voice getting a pissed look from Charlie.

"Alastor, does your shadows know where the sinner is?" Alastor nodded in return "and you, can you tell me what they looked like?"

"A big insect and a tv" the lamb said. In reaponse Alastor voice turned into static taking the lamb by its collar.

"And you did something to prevent this?" Radio deals now in his eyes "you are a creation from the king of hell but left them take (Y/N)?"

"Alastor stop!" Charlie pleaded getting the lamb back.

"They did this to get back to me" Alastor said turning to leave "i must put them in their place"

"Wait a dam minute, it may be your fault"

"Dad..."

"But im (Y/N) father and i should have prevented this. So im going to settle these sinner down myself"

"Not if i get to them first" Alastor responded baci giving out a siniter smile.

"Im coming too, we need to check on Angel"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

A few hours earlier

Angel, the lamb and you were outside doing some quick errands. You rarely got to go outside so this was an experience. Being with Angel (who you loved like a big brother) was a plus, specially when he could toss you up and get you with his four arms.

"Are you having fun?" Angel asked after stopping to get some ice cream

"Yes!! This is amazing, you are amazing, sugar its amazing" Angel could only laught at you, he was sure you were going to be running up and down the hotel later.

"Well, what do we have here? I thought you would be hiding with that princess now"

Angel froze slowly turning around, his face getting hit with red smoke, besides him a tv radio demon kept looking past him towards you.

"My, thats must be Alastor's kid"

(In some part of hell, Lucifer felt a change in the force).

"And just happened to fall right into our arms, be a good employee and give them to us Angel"

"Over my dead body"

"If thats what you want"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

The others found Angel all bloody but not dead with a note besides him. He was tied up and had cuts all over him.

"Im sorry, i tried to stop them. (Y/N) tried to help me but got elecoshocked" Angel lamented his hands covering his eyes.

"Angel its not your fault, im sure you did the best you could to protect (Y/N)".

Angel smiled at Charlie's words, images of you biting his Boss arms and legs going to his mind. "(Y/N) has fire on them, they were biting Valentino's so much to even draw blood" Angel comments with a fond smile getting a creepy smile from Alastor who is just proud of you.

"If you want your kid back Alastor, meet me in the V's tower" Alastor read out loud getting everybodys attention.

"Thats a trap and wait a fucking minute" Lucifer took the note, he conjured some reading glasses (that he does not need) to read the bullshit he just hear.

"IM GOING TO KILL THESE SINNERS" A very demonic Lucifer said, flamed came from his mouth at the same time Charlie tried to calm him down.

"Dont worry dad, im sure (Y/N) and manage, we need to go to the V's first"

"WHY CAN NO ONE UNDERSTAND (Y/N) ITS MY KID!!"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

Turns out you did manage.

At first you opened your eyes seeing lots of lights from tvs, different sinners where showing on them. A small claw came out from your hand cutting your robes. As you were going to go outside a door opened and a demon with a ....tv as a head? Enter the room.

"Well, arent you sneaky" the tv said getting you up and inspecting you. The missmatched eye trying to get you under his influence but you just gave him a confused look.

"Did a tv fall over you to end like this?" You asked getting back an angry scowl from the demon.

"Oh im sure your father taught you that one, im right?" Vox asked moving himself to his chair getting acomodate with you on him.

"My dad does not like tvs, says its makes our brain go off"

"Yeah that sounds like him" Vox said thinking about Alastor, getting the most dreamy look on his face.

"You....you like my father?" You asked imagining Lucifer seeing this demon. If it was a demon that resembled a duck then it may have a chance but not this one.

"W-what?" Vox asked his face giving out an error signal "of coruse not, i dispise him, why do you think i kindapped you?

"....to have a chance to see him? But i believe this approach its a bit agressive"

"....kid, you have no sense of self preservation"

"...well you have no idea how love works!!"

"IM NOT IN LOVE WITH YOUR DAD!!"

"YOU KEEP SHOWING ERROR WHEN MENTIONING HIM"

Silence fell over both of you. Vox really needed to re think his life choices. You kept staring at him and it made him uncomfortable.

"But I support you, my Sis says love its love no matter your gender or lack of it"

"....thanks?" Does Alastor have another kid? Vox wondered then saw as you turned to face his monitors "are you stalking the streets?"

"What? No. Im just...collecting information" Vox simple said ignoring the sudden feeling of guilt.

"You have lots of monitos, and no one has a kid's show" you noted.

"There are not kid's show in hell"

"Of course, thats why this is hell. I got so angry when Barney was not here. It was said it was from the devil but Barney its not here"

Vox looked a bit confused at you then went to look for old record till he found a show, he sent the record to one monitor.

"BARNEY!!, thank you demon tv"

"Its Vox..."

"Thank you Vox!! Im sure my dad will love this, do you have ice cream?"

"...what flavor" Vox asked giving out to your big eyes.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Turns out Vox and You bonded well over ice cream and Barney. You kept giving him hints on how to get with your dad and Vox took notes on his screen.

He later almost breaks when you started to run avoiding objects and staff that went in and out.

"You cant help if you are dead!!" Vox screamed getting a laught from you.

"VOX WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?"

Veelvet appeared in front of both of you, like a mother stopping the fun two siblings where having.

"Mmm, i dont follow?" Vox said taking you back to his arms.

"WHY ITS LUCIFER OUTSIDE OUR DOOR DEMANDING WE GIVE BACK HIS KID!!"

"Wait...this is not Lucifer's kid this is Alastor's...."

But he could not end talking when the doors busted open, a very pissed Lucifer, a demonic Alastor, an equal demonic Charlie and Angel with guns ready enter the room.

"YOU BETTER GIVE ME BACK MY KID YOU LOWLIFE SINNER" the disoriented voice from Lucifer caused Vox to tremble in fear.

"Wait!! This must be a missunderstanding, this is Alastor's kid"

Lucifer sent Vox flying to one of his monitors.

"(Y/N) ITS MY KID YOU STUPID TV FREAK"

For once Alastor liked what the king said, however he was quicker to catch up on what must likely happened.

"And i tought you watched every move i made old pald" Alastor said returning to his usual form to take you towards Charlie who hugged you and kissed your head.

"I- i have other things to do than look at-for- THAN YOU" Vox said error flashing.

"DAD HE LIKES YOU!!"

"What?"

"What?"

"Oh hell no"

"(Y/N) are you hurt anywhere? Did this sinner do something to you?" Lucifer asked with worry.

"No! We saw Barney together and ate ice cream, we were playing tag before you all crushed the door"

All of them turned to Vox who gave a small grind "Hey, im not that low to hurt a kid"

"I dont believe you sinner, you were given free will and ended here" Lucifer responded making Vox shiver.

"Dad!! Wait, he has Barney and can show ducks on his monitor"

"...ok and?"

"And you like ducks right?" You said louder looking at Vox to see if he got the hint, however Vox just blushed now realising that all this time you were talking about Lucifer and not Alastor.

Fuck my life.

"Alright, since you did not hurt (Y/N)...besides that shock you gave them earlier" Lucifer snapped his fingers getting the Power of the V's off. "I believe two weeks without your program, social media out of service and you wont be able to record....adult things its enough for a greedy soul as you and the other two"

"But Sir-"

"AND IF YOU EVER TRY TO DO THIS AGAIN IM TAKING YOU DOWN TO DO HORRIBLE THINGS TO YOU THAT I CANT SAY NOW BECAUSE MY KID IS HERE"

Vox nodded, getting a nod back from Lucifer who left with you on his arms.

"BYE NEW UNCLE!! TRY DUCKS"

Uncle? Nono, Alastor was your only uncle. He turned to Vox and broke off all his monitors.

"Dont even think on getting used to be called that, only I get called uncle from them"

After all of them left Vox fell down onto the floor.

Why does the king of hell look lowkey hot and why does a real treat from Alastor get him all funny inside?

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x you #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #vox x reader

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hi hi! I have a request^^

Can you write about a fem!bratty (optionally bunny) reader and how they would handle them? Sitting on either Alastor, Vox or Val's (whomever you're most comfy writing about💗) lap and how they would react to that, ending up in spicy scenes? Only if you're okay with writing that sweetheart.

ouuu i really wanted to do val because i’ve never done him before! and i think it’s obvious but just so we’re all clear laddies i do not like valentinos abusive behaviour however he’s got personality in the show outside of that, that’s what we like not the abuse. this didn’t get too spicy i hope that’s okay! just a little teasing, maybe ill do a part two who knows. :)

warnings: toxic relationship on both sides, aphrodisiac mentioned but not the trope, bunny fem reader, exhibitionism, briefly mentioned that valentino has hit reader - she likes it, brat reader, yall are both fucked up fr fr, i don’t know vals sexuality whether it’s gay or bi but here he’s bi, reader is a princess too, whiny like me fr, and a porn star although not explicitly explained

word count: 999

Valentino was the veteran of brats, so he wasn’t surprised when coming across them, however he knew how to take care of them; you however were an absolute pain. You made Valentino equal amounts of horny and enraged, you forced yourself into the princess role within the studio, you would whine and cry whenever you didn’t want to do a certain scene or role. If you’re cute little bunny self hadn’t made him bucks- he would’ve gotten rid of you long ago, you opposed him at every given chance and met his angry while cheeky grins and coy remarks. It infuriated him, he had no idea how you behaved in your life but it was clear a little bruise and fear wouldn’t put you in your place- but rather invoke more disrespect. You were hoppin on thin ice.

Ears drooping, you sat at the booth, arms crossed, lips pouting as you looked at your boss lounging with both men and women sinners alike, while you were being punished for being snooty on set. He found the best way to give you a proper punishment was to give you nothing at all, regardless of whether it was cruelty or kindness you liked having his attention, so instead he would take it away. Thumping your foot against the floor you watched as he ogled at the women and men, whispering vulgarities to them while simultaneously trying to hook them up in the industry.

It boiled your blood, Valentino was your game, your fun, and when he wasn’t there to play with you, whether it be violent, casual or sexual, it was all your mind could think about. You liked being Valentino's little princess, his little brat. Your bunny nose twitched, smelling the hot pink aphrodisiac smoke that wafted toward you. You admired Valentino from the small distance across the table as he lounged back, two of his arms across the back of the booth seats, one holding his pipe and the last on his drink. Valentino was no doubt crude, but he was also comedic, that’s what continually pulled you back in, was that he had such a personality despite being so hyper sexual and abusive.

You sipped your drink, picking at the salt on the rim with your bedazzled nail. Your eyes never left him, but he wouldn’t even meet your eyes, purposefully glazing over your figure. It was so frustrating, you could feel your heart rate increasing as your thoughts took off, fantasising about all the ways you could get him back. “We gotta go daddy, so sorry,” One sinner cooed before her and the other two women with her stood, said their goodbyes and left. Now it was just Valentino, two other guys and yourself. For the first time tonight a cute little smile graced your face, while mischief flooded your mind as you plotted to get Valentinos attention.

Standing from your seat, your every move was very intentional, your hand dragged across the table as you slid yourself out, nails scratching softly as you did. Slowly and purposefully, you made your way to the other side of the table where Valentino sat, your movements slow as you watched his body language. He wasn’t back down, instead busied himself with conversation, asking silly little business questions with the other incubus’. Sliding back down, Valentino didn’t stop you when you nudged yourself into his lap. Instead two sets of arms opened encasing you instantaneously making a dangerous warmth bloomed through you.

Valentino continued to pay no mind even as you played with the rings on his fingers, even when you seductively dipped you finger in his cup and sucked it clean. His buddy’s did though, eyeing your deceptively cutesy bunny form, watching you blink up at Valentino with yearning in your eyes wishing you were looking at them like that. Growling, Valentino tried his hardest to ignore your tactics, however it progressively got more difficult as you wiggled around on his lap.

“Bunny, don’t make me show you not to test me.~” Valentino sang out, one of his fingers caressing the side of your face. Looking behind your shoulder up at him with your big black bunny eyes, you innocently blinked up at him, your ears twitching. “What do you mean papi.” You whined slightly condescendingly, fluttering your lashes definitely tempting fate. “Oh please, I’ll have you bent over this table for testing me in public, you wanna play? Let’s play.” He hunched down and stuck out his tongue to flick up your neck. You shivered at the feeling of his warm tongue, his pink saliva staining your skin. You shivered in delight intoxicated by the smell of his smoke and potent cologne.

You obviously didn’t stop, and Valentino got progressively more frustrated at your defiance. One on his hands danced down the curves of your body, when he reached then hem of your pants, he lazily slid his hand down to cup the entirety of your mound with his long hands. You whined, circling your hips, unashamed at the two other men watching. Valentino continued to talk to the two guys about getting some new furniture for different scenes, completely ignore you as his fingers and palm lazily moved along your vulva.

Gripping the table, you groaned, leaning back onto Valentinos chest. “Look at you being such a little whore, all for me mm how erotic.” Valentino dragged out his words with a playful hint to his voice but only because he was playing the game, your guys’ favourite game. His fingers trailed up to lightly circle your clit sending shockwaves up your body. Valentino lowered his pipe to your lips and without hesitation you opened and inhaled his toxins letting whatever he had infect you. With a sigh your body melted into him, your legs spread wide for his access, you could already feel yourself soaking the fabric covering you. You simply leaned back and enjoyed the pleasure lost in the haze of his smoke and touch.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oneshots #hazbin hotel smut #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #hazbin hotel valentino x reader #valentino smut #x reader #xreader

[ddollfface]

Just a little LoveSick!Poet wip ;)

Today was a long day, and I mean a long long long day. It felt as if the world was against you, but you know that's not true. That's just the struggle of living in the most populous city in the United States. Moneys tight and the struggle is real, but hey, at least there's ice cream, yeah?

There's nothing better than a creamy shake in the late hours when you're supposed to sleep. It was calming, sitting on the roof of your apartment building, something that's easy to do in New York. The wind swirled and flowed through your hair and pressed against your back, almost like a comforting hug. The air was crisp and caused goose bumps to prickle on your skin. Your nose and cheeks were ice cold, fingertips freezing over. Though the ice cream didn't help you feel warm, if anything it worsened it, but it did act as a door to your childhood. When you and your friends would all go out to the local ice cream parlor and buy each other a cone of ice cream. Sometimes, you'd guys even split a sundae if there was enough money to go around.

You took them for granted. And, God, did you wish you could go back in time, to a time when everything was so simple, and where you didn't have to worry about taxes and all of the things that an adult needs to do. It's mentally draining, but you know you have to get through it. You know you will get through it. You have to, for your Mama and Pa.

You take another sip of your shake, enjoying the sweet taste of the drink. You let your gaze wander through the shining lights of the city, jumping from one car to another. Everything was loud and quiet at the same time. The honking of cars, shaking leaves, and the quiet patter of dress shoes were all background noise. It only soothed your brains, letting you forget all of your worries, if only for a moment.

And all of that serenity is left when you hear the creak of the door. The door's heavy, made of metal and bolts. It's hard to miss. You don't bother to look around at who it is, not really caring too much. Though you did find the interruption quite annoying, you can't really complain. It is a public space and everyone's allowed to come and whatever. But all of that grace you had disappears when you hear the sound of a lighter. God dammit, is this motherfucker really going you pull out a cig,? You mentally groan at the thought. You have a great disdain for cigarettes, not necessarily smokers. Hate the sin, not the sinner, y'know?

A little curious, you look over your shoulder, wanting to see who this guy was. To your surprise, it's your neighbor, Simon O'Brien. Huh, never knew he smoked, you thought with a raised brow. You took the time to look the guy over, seeing as you never really see the guy for more than a few seconds. He's always hunkered down in his apartment, never coming to the "neighborhood" cookouts and such. All you really know about him is that he's an independent artist, Kinju always gossips about him.

But you've always thought that he was alright, though he did have a staring problem. You've always just pushed it off as him being socially awkward, which, hey, how can you complain? Everyone has their own struggle. You can't even imagine what people must think of you when you're walking around in your mix-match socks and bird's nest of a hair. You really can't judge.

Your breath hitched when your eyes made contact with his. You quickly looked away, letting your gaze drift down to your shake, you swish it a little. The air wasn't tense, but it was awkward. Clearly, the guy wanted to say something to you, you could tell by the longing look in his eyes, but you didn't know what to say,

"Hey,"

.

.

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God dammit, you're an idiot. Why would you say that? That sounded so awkward! You hope that the ground, or ceiling, depending on how you think about it, would swallow you whole. You cleared your throat,

#bad writing #current wip #work in progress #yandere oc x you #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #lovesick #obsessive love #𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩 #𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨

[twogyuu]

We Were Destined to Fall (But I'll Catch You) || Seven: 1923 A.D., NYC

Pairing: Jeonghan x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which he traded the fate of humanity for your love.

Genre: Angst, betrayal, greed, fallen angel!jeonghan, sinner!reader, blacksmith!seokjin, F2E!seokmin, one-sided pining, angel!joshua, mafia!au for this chapter

Warnings: Gang activity, alcohol/smoking, mildly suggestive, inaccuracies regarding the 1920s, implied unhappy ending in this life too

WC: ~1.5k

Taglist: @yoozuku​​ @sleeplessdawn​ @listxn​ @paintedstarres @knucklesdeepmingi @nanamioo​ @bibinnieposts

A/N: This was sitting in the WIP for months, but I was able to finish it after being inspired by Time After Time :') We'll be traveling back to the origins of this whole dilemma in the next chapter . . . Though admittedly, I really don't know where I'm going with this fic series LOL

I didn't tag my usual permanent taglist crew for the sake of this being a terribly old series and it's kinda dark, so I didn't know if most of you wanted to read it or not! Pls lmk if you do - I'll be excluding this series from the usual tagging.

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Jeonghan leaned against the edge of the bar counter, an amber glass of whiskey and ice held loosely in his hands. He had no intention of finishing it; rather, it was a decoration for him in an effort to blend in with the drunk and dazed crowd. A black fedora hid his watchful eyes scanning through the smoke and haze. Men and women alike littered the dimly lit parlor at the corner of Main Street tonight; most held a lost glaze in their eyes, their loud laughter accompanied by puffs of smoke. Despite their jubilant grins that crinkled the corners of their eyes and the hearty chuckles at the littlest things, it didn’t quite match the emptiness in their hearts that the sounds echoed off of. 

Living for centuries now, Jeonghan would never understand why some humans chose to shorten their already abbreviated lives with those thick brown sticks of death. He, himself, an immortal being, refused to set one aflame in between his lips. Perhaps if he didn’t have something to lose, something to live for, someone to look for, someone to hold onto, he’d understand. 

Some humans walked this earth like ghosts: Aimlessly and without a destination. It was an unfortunate fate, but it was hard to say Jeonghan was lucky either. He was not human nor successful. He only found you once every few centuries and you’d slip through his fingers in a blink of an eye. 

However, unlike most times, in this life, you found him. An orphan raised by the leader of the Mafia, himself, you were a woman before your time. You wore suits though most women fancied those sparkly, beaded flapper dresses. Martial arts was second nature to you – no man dared to let their fingers linger too long in a handshake in a business deal. Your words were clip and blunt, not superfluous and flowery like the messages hidden in the poetry of other people’s words. 

This was perhaps Jeonghan's favorite version of you. 

The catch, however? It made you harder to catch. 

Seemingly a lost hobo by the sea ports when you first found him, Jeonghan obtained a position as a messenger and earned the trust of your father rather quickly. His words captivated your father and his stealth was unmatched. You didn’t want to admit it and your harsh remarks said otherwise, but Jeonghan knew he had your attention. 

Tonight, you asked him to meet you here, yet there was nearly no trace of your oversized and overwashed suit coat. The atmosphere was absent of the usual smack of your bubblegum that always chewed at the headquarters. The only clue was the slightest whiff of your citrus sandalwood perfume when a woman in a form-fitting strapless lace navy blue dress passed by. Amidst smelly and sweaty gangsters in the less nice part of town, the smell was unique to you. 

He followed the woman towards the back. Her features were shrouded by the shadows of the room, making it difficult to make out if it was you or someone else. Her black, gloved fingers lingering on the chipped door frame a minute too long, he caught a glint of her shining eyes before she disappeared into the night. 

He knew that glimmer anywhere.

Jeonghan jogged after you. He fumbled with the brass doorknob, nearly breaking it from its rusty hinges in all his haste, adrenaline rushing through his veins as he was afraid to lose this one possible moment alone with you. Other than the pile of money that your father sat on, you were perhaps his second most prized possession. Not related through blood, but related through bond, you were destined for the throne in this underground, Though capable of taking care of yourself, you were always accompanied by bodyguards. 

It was raining when he made it out the other side, a heavy fog clouding his view as Jeonghan turned his head side to side, squinting in search of you in the side alley. He could make out the sound of flirting and laughter from a couple – as if to mock him what could be his reality, your arm hooked with his roaming the nights together giggles and banter filling your conversation, but wasn’t. His heart had already started to sink that maybe you were more clever than he expected in this life and he messed up, missed his chance. 

“I’m surprised you took me up on the invitation, Mr. Yoon,” you called. 

He whipped his head in the direction of your voice. Squinting through the fog, he could make out the silhouette of your figure pressed against the wall. You weren’t looking at him though, your eyes concentrated on the cracked concrete in front of your heels. 

You caught him off-guard, but Jeonghan did his best to hide it. He corrected his posture, rolling his shoulders back and straightening his spine. He cleared his throat and made his way towards you – with enough haste to show that he was intrigued, but enough nonchalance to make you curious. 

He’s had a hard enough time trying with you this lifetime, a little teasing in return shouldn’t hurt. His breath hitched as you came into view. It was a garment unlike anything he’d ever seen before. It was a deep hue of navy blue, but the fabric shone under the dim lighting of the streetlamp. It hugged your body, emphasizing your best assets. The slit up to the thigh was especially breath-taking. 

“Aren’t you cold, doll?” Jeonghan asked in an attempt to tease you. He gestured at your leg sticking out of the dress before slipping it back into the pocket of his slacks. He tilted his head back behind him, “We could’ve chatted inside where it’s warm.”

“What’s the fun in that?” you finally looked up, cocking a curious eyebrow at him. You scanned his body up and down, the corner of your red painted lips curling into a smirk. “There are other ways to be warm.”

Jeonghan stopped a foot in front of you, the toes of your heels and his leather shoes nearly touching if he took a step further. His dark orbs bored into your own, he slowly dragged his tongue at his bottom lip. 

“What are you suggesting here?” Jeonghan asked in return, his voice dropping in an octave. He waited a beat before shuffling towards you, pressing his hand into the wall by your head. 

Most women would’ve been flustered, blushing a little at this point, but you weren’t “most women” of this era. 

“You intrigue me, Mr. Yoon,” you crossed your arms over your chest, staring him down. 

“Do I, now?” he asked, flattered. “In what way?”

“I’ve seen your skill – the way you fight, how you save your fellow messengers,” you narrowed your eyes, “You could easily move up the ranks and become a sector officer – even an undercover cop if you wanted like Mingyu, perhaps be re-located in a better location in the city instead of this shithole,” you sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled deeply. “Yet you stay here. Why?”

No matter how many lifetimes he has met you, no matter how many different bodies you took on, there was something about you that never changed.

Even if your tongue didn’t speak the truth, your eyes did: Happiness, sadness, frustration, flattery, mistrust. If someone knew you well enough, they would know to look to your eyes for the truth. 

People thought you wore sunglasses to hide your identity. 

Jeonghan knew better. 

Right now, it was curiosity – perhaps, desire almost. 

“I think the answer is right in front of me,” Jeonghan replied. 

“Those corny lines don’t work on me, Yoon,” you were quick to shoot back.

“But it’s the truth.”

“It’s not good to be close to me in this industry, Jeonghan.”

“You’ve been watching me for a long time,” Jeonghan ignored your comment. “You’re just as curious about me as I am about you – you wouldn’t have asked me to come out here otherwise.” He closed the space in between the two of you, his lips hovering centimeters away from you. Had it not been for the rough shove of your palm against his chest, Jeonghan might not have been able to restrain himself. 

“If you know what’s good for you, Yoon –”

“You want to be close to me, but our ranks and the world we live in don’t allow it – ever,” Jeonghan cut you off. The blue flash across his eyes startled you, though you looked away to hide the fact. Harshly gulping down the lump in your throat, you delivered a more forceful shove; yet, he didn’t budge. 

“If we can’t be in this lifetime too,” his hand gently caressed your jaw, “Just this once . . . let me show you.”

Slowly, you turned your head in his hold, fearful, yet forcing yourself to meet his icy blue gaze. Though his eyes were glowing, his expression had softened – yet it was almost . . . hypnotic. It drew you in closer, willing you to put your trust in his hands when you grew up being told to do the opposite. 

“Can I?” Jeonghan asked one more time. 

The way your lips molded against his own was more than enough of an answer.

Oh, how you regretted falling into temptation and learning the truth of what had been and what could've been. To have him so close, yet so far out of your reach - this was your punishment for all your sins in this life and your first.

Your beloved fallen angel who traded the heavens for you, but you couldn't do the same in return.

His life was as sorrowful as the lost and ghostly humans who wondered this world aimlessly.

In the next life, perhaps you will take matters into your own hands and take reigns on yours and his intertwined fate once and for all.

#jeonghan x reader #jeonghan angst #jeonghan scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios

[letusburnthestars]

summon me an oath, an oath you promised not to break. use me as a puppet with the strings you never wanted attached. use me as a stich, to cure the open wound that was never really there.

for i was just a fragment of your imagination as you bring dead roses

to a tomb with no inscription.

breathe your darkest secrets into me. let your dark rum stain my white robe. lay your bloodstained dagger next to my pouring red heart. cut my heart and watch closely how it screams out your name as if it is the only word it speaks.

you clutch my heart in your dripping bloodied hands, screaming so hard your cords will give out. beg and cry for mercy the last part of me dies out in your cold palms.

gift me flowers as you build my grave, burying your heart into my dead palms as you weep and weep, a fountain of youth leaving your sorrowful eyes.

drink my blood as if it was the most purest drops of gold. shower in my tears as if it were from the holiest of rivers. take my breath and stagger back at how it resembles the great winds. capture my whisper and play it over and over like a broken record.

watch how the devil —who call’s Hell his comfort— burns as my name rolls off of the tongues of sinners. watch how Gods legs shake with my memory. watch how pedestrians lose their souls and drop to their knees at my pure eyes.

smoke my flowers as if it were the most addicting weed a man has ever tasted on his blunt lips. melt my purity as if it were the coldest of ice before drowning yourself in it. cleanse yourself of the horrors and perhaps it will grant your sanity a speck of leisure.

after all, a bored mind can lead to silent delusions; as i became yours.

#aesthetic #animals #authors #books & libraries #celebrities #franz kafka #poem #quotes #reading #virginia woolf #slyvia plath #dead poets society #my poem #artwork #god #shitpost #female poets #poetry #delusional #delulu

[chim-aera]

winter

I want to bleed my colors dry. to wither and writhe into nothingness, palid skin stretched too thin like canvas portrait, like feathers over a wing bone.

I wish I could go cold. ice smooth, snow soft, perfection.

I want to blot out the ink that seeps into my skull and stains my soul I want to be pure. not chaste, not demure, but tooth sharp and glistening.

but I am a creature of earth, clay, metal. rotting leaves and broken bark, branches creaking, snapping underfoot like brittle bones I'm all autumn sunlight fading and dying out in a blaze of glory I am not winter moonlit or owl calls, or perhaps I'm neither.

soft.

gossamer and down fluff, the peeping of a nearly hatched fledgling, moonflowers kissed by frost.

I've always found a solace in the quiet, in the emptiness of winter's solitude.

sharp.

like wolf teeth, like talons, icicles dripping frigid waters into my lungs, let the fragments crystallize into my diaphragm like shining shards of sunlight blessed by holy hands.

I want to be wind quick, light like downed leaves fluttering to surface, but I am down trodden and dead set to the center of the earth with this horrid heaviness that sets into my spine.

let me unwind it, uncoil, go still and pliant like a snake unfurling it's body before it is about to strike.

but I do not long for violence, perhaps, sometimes I wished I was sinking my bite into an enemy and not always myself but at every chance I have I shrink away and bow my head.

I do not want to be Ouroboros, how am I the enigma, the paradigm of Laelaps chasing her quarry endless for eternity. I am my own Teumissian fox. will I always be prey?

no. I am something else. soot smoke blackened, crescent moons hanging so low it seems you could leap and take a bite out of them. let them glint and glimmer in my teeth like the metal I never used, like the perfection I never achieved or even tried too. watch as it drips and trickles down my chin through the gaps and sharpness of my molars, like an overripe orange.

oh there are so many metaphors.

I am haunted, but not like a church or a graveyard, no, haunted like a forest is. all fox bark laughter all shining eyes too cold, too pale, too dead. all bonfire embers, stamped into molten melted marrow, a maudlin cry for a swift end or a bitter truth. like Icarus all golden and glowing and bloody and bruised as he descended from the heavens.

oh I speak of that a lot, don't I? I am but some hollow nesting screech owl, some tyto with her wings are ruffled pulling out my own down yet sobbing for softness.

I am all raccoon claws, cautious and clawing, a deer with it's antlers on wrong. rubbing into oak trees and hawthorn, a meager attempt to shed my misery but shedding my skull instead.

I am not some diaphanous figure all mirrors and marbles, I am fractured like glass, like ice too thin, like dirt mixed in snow, soil, dark and earthy, the sharp stinging scent of evergreens and torch light. of burning books and candles with their wicks cut too short.

burning bright, but oh, oh so fast.

someone take these words from my mouth they rest heavy, heavy on my tongue like a sinner's prayer. oh I've been pleading since creation by some divine hands, Mother, do you take me?

I feel I've been seeking to be Persephone but I'm forever fated to be Cailleach instead. a bitter irony really. Crone, show me your ways.

I am chasing my own tail again. tracing my steps and my spell circles, the rings on my fingers feel like extra bones, like battle claws, like power. on cold, withering, trembling skin.

I'm so pallid recently, maybe I really am washing myself dry of any color or clause. a useless conjunction of a cacophony of condolences and curiosities.

I am all sharp eyes, smudged smoky, copper hair, breaking, brittle, bleeding into sunsets, maybe morrow. maybe flames. maybe nothing.

I am not all wheat soft, Ceres, mother. I've always been a volatile little thing, soft spoken yet sharp toothed. grinning like a Jack o' lantern, lost like a rambler, oh how I do ramble, waiting for some Willow o' Wisps to guide me, to fate or future, death or demise, I'll let them decide.

what am I? I'm folk tales, child, something old and young, something creaking and clawing, yet aching for some gentleness, quilt soft and blanketed in snow and snapdragons, but I will try, try oh so hard to be gentle, like a bear folding in its claws so they stab into its pawpads.

or maybe I've never been fierce. maybe I'm a rabbit, crying wolf at the moon until Diana takes pity and gives me my own set of fangs.

a deer who's been shot too many times that the arrows form spikes, turned eldritch and ethereal by my own suffering.

maybe I was never a beast. a creature, perhaps, a ghost. a memory, an illusion.

watching as friends, as acquaintances out grew me, so that I disappeared all fleeting and flurrying like snow that melts too quickly, passing me by with a smile and hand shake and a blossom in my palm like an imaginary friend, I look down to see my hand bleeding and inside my cupped fist in all it's cruel amusement is a bloodied, crumpled forget me not.

let me run. oh gods, let me run. let me run on stumbling shaking legs fleet footed and furious, until the archers cannot touch me.

funny, how I tried to pick up a bow. so maybe, just maybe I'd no longer be prey, but I set it down just as quickly. I always go so soft. so easily.

no brutal backlashes, no cries and screams of terror of rage, of horror and this deep rooted fear that has set its home in my ribcage.

no, where is my anger, goddess? because it seems I am more sacrificial lamb then wolf snapping its jaw as the hunter takes the final blow. I am the deer purposely putting its head into the noose. what? It is better to choose then let myself be slain again.

perhaps I am beastly, but in the way the dragon was, Saint George was not saintly then again it is funny how that word is supposed to mean holy but how far, far it is from that. that story has always left a bitter, putrid taste in my throat like gunsmoke and bile.

a serpent, of course, like Tiamat, Leviathan, watch as she curls into herself, for the knight to plunge his spear into heart, her tongue lolling past fangs, her eyes blazing in fear as the hollowness fills her her pupils.

I have always been that dragon.

a griffin, perhaps. no. more sympathised then dragons, but I have never been one like that. gilded feathers curved beaks shining like rubies and redwood. why are they guarding their treasures, while dragons hoard theirs?

I have always been that dragon, my father's sins, my father's horrors. he sheds his cloak and wishes to drape it over my shoulder so I wear it as my own I shrink back hissing and clawing like an animal cornered.

my eyes glow red in headlights.

there is something wrong with me.

isn't there?

my father is empty and howling like wind through rocks and flames rising as the screams reverberate.

my mother is all hidden battlegrounds, a silent sort of scorn, an inner maelstrom, a pain she inflicts and suffers every breath.

am I both?

but I am no Lich nor Leviathan.

oh call me Seraphina. cut me deep and watch my blood, all silver and shining stain the earth, see the wing bone at my shoulder blade, see the crescents, the moon marks, the scales. oh those god awful scales how I've tried clawing them out but they only set deeper.

what am I?

I've spent so much time creeping hunched through shadows I forget that light stings me. Quasimodo, how I always found solace in him.

I too would fall, but they'd step back, just like they had with him.

oh, there's a sweetness in your sorrow, an endearment in your enigmas. oh? then why don't you stay? instead of disregarding me like some sullied shrapnel of what I could have been.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

how the words rot in my mouth like a carcass dipped in honey. my own throat has tendrils, ivy and hellebore, the wolfsbane stains my eyes, the monk'shood is sewn into my being.

I'm all horrors and hilarity. an amusing combination. Baba Yaga and the maiden all rolled into one.

I've been talking for too long, or perhaps I've just forgotten my voice so the words are all stretched thin and snapping as I roll my sentences around on my tongue.

all poisoned sweetness, mellea verba a serpentis lingua.

but I have always been Eve and never Lilith.

the wildness in my veins is tameable, and oh how I hate the duality.

the softness and sharpness tearing at each other's throats. a wolf and a lamb wearing each other's coats.

but yes.

I wish to be soft, and cool, and glistening.

peaceful and preferable, like a cold snap in July.

but I've always been a muddy Autumn's child. so let me wear my crown of fungus let me don my cloak of wool.

revels and merriment, laugh and spit. make your jests of me, go on, but let me do it willingly. I will be your favorite fool, and I will grin at you as you make me your jester.

but I will hold out, no prideful princes or some knavish king. no I'll wait. perhaps the cold will take me, if you lot won't.

I've heard on smoke-plumes and chickadee chatter the Lord of Winter is far kinder, to things like me. so here I'll wait.

and when he comes I'll look up at him, all moon-eyed and mirth full.

"are you cold, my darling?"

my lips, frigid and frozen will nevertheless form a smile, as the breath curls around my forehead, as he removes his cloak and sword, one gesture of a savior, one gesture of my end. the chess move has never been mine, but my answer is but the catalyst, and as I remain, curled against a treetrunk, a willow or pine, perhaps, all shivering and shaking, I'll reply, my eyes dancing with unseen firelight.

"no, not at all, my Lord."

#original poem

[mustela28nivalis]

Amerus prompt

Medieval omegaverse au. Allen(alpha) wants his omega son Alfred to marry, but Alfred only agrees to marry the one who beats him in many competitions, but because of Alfred's superpower, no one can beat him and never will. Alfred doesn't need any alphas, he fucks his omega friend Ivan. Maybe they'll have a secret wedding.

Alfred and Ivan are representatives of the furry community. Fursona Alfred is a grizzly, and Fursona Ivan is a polar bear. They met at a gay furry party and had sex in fursuits.

Omegaverse au. Alfred and Ivan are students at a school that is only for alphas. They have secrets, Ivan is actually an omega, Alfred is not a simple alpha but an enigma.

Omegaverse au. Alfred(alpha), Matthew(alpha) and his boyfriend Arthur(omega) go on vacation to the jungle, another group of alphas went there with one prostitute for all - Ivan(omega) . They all get into an adventure, something like Indiana Jones on the minimum wage, what exactly happened to them you can think of yourself. In general, Ivan gets into trouble, everyone refused to save the prostitute, except for Alfred, Ivan falls in love with him and offers to sleep, he won’t take money from him, Alfred refuses and advises him to stop doing this. A year or two passes (I can’t decide) and by chance Alfred meets Ivan on the street, who was never able to leave prostitution. Alfred decides to take Ivan for himself, help him find a normal job and of course they will have a love relationship.

Office au. Ivan and Alfred are friends, and now Alfred told his secret, his dick has not risen for a long time. Ivan offered to give a blowjob (of course, in a friendly way) suddenly the member will rise and the member really got up. Ivan even allowed himself to be fucked as a reward for the fact that Alfred burst into tears of happiness.

Ice dragoness Natalya kidnaps Prince Ivan, knight Alfred saves him.

The beast and beast au. The witch Natalya fell in love with Prince Ivan, but he is not interested in women because he is gay, for this she turns him into a beast, the spell will be lifted if he has mutual love with a girl and not with a guy. Then Natalya sticks to Prince Alfred, he also turns out to be gay and she turns him into a beast, the method of removing the curse is the same. Beasts intersect, love happens, the spell is of course not removed, but they don’t care anymore, because you can love each other in the form of furry cats.

Omegaverse au. Ivan is an underage omega prostitute who has a child from a client. Alfred is an underage alpha from a prosperous family who pulls Ivan out of prostitution.

Ivan is a sinner who has sunk to the very bottom. Alcohol, smoking, sells his ass for drugs, and before all this, he stalkered for his ex-boyfriend - Tolys, even a badge was allocated so that he would not approach him even 50 meters away, but this did not stop Ivan. But now he has lagged behind Tolys and regrets the past. Alfred is an angel who wants to do something heroic, for example, to put some kind of sinner on a bright path, and Ivan is the first to come across.

Fantasy omegaverse au. Ivan the omega in heat, who was presented as a gift to the magical alpha eagle Alfred. Now Ivan is his wife.

Omegaverse au. Alfred is the top!omega who is unlucky in love. Omega guys left him because Alfred is not alpha, you can’t give birth to a child from him. Alphas also abandoned him because they were tired of constantly being the bottom. Somehow he met with beta!Ivan and now they became a couple.

Alfred gets himself a huskyboy Ivan, a troublesome dog that everyone refuses, but Alfred manages to tame him.There is no logic in this universe, just a stupid wanker. You can buy a animalboy(girl) and sleep with him and this will not be considered bestiality.

Omegavers au. Ivan is a modern (well, that is, as modern, the setting is similar to our fifties and sixties) omega through a portal that got back in time to the local dark ages. Meets Alfred(alpha), they marry. After some time, they find a portal and travel to the present.

#aph #hws #hetalia #amerus #aph america #hws america #aph russia #hws russia #plot bunny #alternative universe #abo verse #abo au #abo dynamics

[risingdragonblade]

Limbus Company chapter focuses theorizing

75.  So, basically, with a bit of info from the TGS, we’ve seen the names of, and images related to, Limbus’s three first three chapters.

Chapter 1 is named “Nightmare”, and features a Smoke War battlefield. It takes place in D Corp’s Nest/District 4′s Backstreets.

Chapter 2 is named “Sin” or “Crime” depending on how you translate it, and it features that icy citadel/cathedral we saw in the initial trailer. It’s in J Corp’s Nest/District 10′s Backstreets.

Chapter 3 is named “Incubation” and features a pink mountain. It’s in K Corp’s Nest/District 11′s Backstreets. Now then, it’s pretty easy to connect the first two to existing Sinners. The Smoke War has two candidates, and all info has given us that Gregor will be the focus of the first chapter. The second is also easy-ice, the chapter being named “Crime”, being in J Corp, the Nest of gambling, indicates that Rodion’s going to be Chapter 2. The third is a little harder, but a combination of a pattern and a link makes it easier.

You see, the Limbus Company Twitter, revealed the Sinners’s names and key artwork in an order. An order that the first two chapters follow wholeheartedly. The third Sinner was Sinclair. From there, we can note that “Incubation” can refer to an egg, which is Sinclair’s personal symbol. Extrapolating, here is the full chapter order of the Sinners, in theory:

1. Gregor 2. Rodion 3. Emil Sinclair 4. Yi Sang 5. Ishmael 6. Heathcliff 7. Don Quixote 8. Hong Lu 9. Ryoshu 10. Meursault 11. Outis 12. Faust 13. Dante

Of course this is all just conjecture and theory, I could be completely off the mark. What are your thoughts on this theory?

#project moon #limbus company #lobotomy corporation #library of ruina

[druidgroves]

SHIP SONGS

tagged by @devilbrakers to post 5-10 songs for one of my ships ! thank u ezra :D switching it up & doing my allison/anders playlist bc it actually makes me go insane.

spotify playlist

1. from eden - hozier

babe / there's something tragic about you / something so magic about you / don't you agree?

babe / there's something lonesome about you / something so wholesome about you / get closer to me

2. an act of kindness - bastille

an act of kindness / is what you showed to me / it caught me by surprise / in this town of glass and ice

kindness, / so many people passed me by / but you warmed me to my core / and you left me wanting more

3. beautiful undone - laura doggett

you look beautiful undone / my boy of blue. / i'm looking down and my heart's connected / i'm feeling love from a different view / we learn the most when we least expect it / we learn the most when we break in two / you know you're beautiful undone

4. flaws - bastille

all of your flaws and all of my flaws / are laid out one by one / look at the wonderful mess that we made / we pick ourselves undone

5. night terror - laura marling

i woke up and he was screaming / i'd left him dreaming / i roll over and shake him tightly / and whisper, "if they want you, they're gonna have to fight me / oh, fight me"

6. devil's backbone - the civil wars

don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not / he's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got / oh lord, oh lord, I'm begging you please / don't take that sinner from me / oh don't take that sinner from me

7. slip - elliot moss

what's the matter? / you don't have enough rain / to make up your storm? / oooh whatcha look so sad for? / where's the light I used to know?

8. things we lost in the fire - bastille

i was the match and you were the rock / maybe, we started this fire / we sat apart and watched / all we had burned on the pyre

you said, "we were born with nothing / and we sure as hell have nothing now"

9. curses - the crane wives

every word I say is kindling / but the smoke clears when you're around / won't you stay with me, my darling / when my walls start burning down, down, down

10. nfwmb - hozier

ain't it a gentle sound, the rollin' in the graves? / ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? / ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay? / ain't you my baby? ain't you my baby?

#rae.txt #ship: i say: watch me save him ( allison x anders ) #i could go into Detail for every one of these songs but. i shant. #unless...??? #their playlist has slightly more than 10 songs on it so i traded some out for the ones i rlly like for them lol #ive had their playlist p much figured out since 2018. they r so special 2 me.

[dendriticcell-2005]

Cuphead oc remake!?!! (Since 5-4 years ago... dear god..) (The top picture is the old version and the bottom one is the W.I.P of the new design)

New Name : Acie Affogato

Dead name : Cella

Pronouns : He/They/Xem

Gender : ftm male

Partner/Soulmate : King Dice

Current Job & Location : Inkwell Hell as a Clown

He soon makes a 2 minute notice and quits (due to many unsaid trauma's inflicted onto him by the man himself (not KD.) ; in recommendation by King Dice. (song ref fr -)

Fun hcs:

acie's ice cream like hair melts under stress-- (hes based of an affogato)

Acie can blow blue flames w/ any stick as long as it lacks leaves.

Acie has mild ptsd to smoking (Lost his brother to smoking- mainly because his brother was a bit of a sinner to envy.. So i imagine he (acie's brother) was peer pressured to smoke the demon's cigar in hopes to outshine , but ended up dead.)

Acie and King Dice are mildly a decent power couple--

Acie probably loves vanilla scented things- he hates to admit it though

Acie's ice cream hair is vanilla by default

#my oc stuff #my oc #cuphead #godkingdiceishot #king dice x oc #i dont fucking know #i do whatever the fuck i want #cuphead oc

[thedalatribune]

© Paolo Dala

The Uninvited Singer

Several years ago, Ruth Anna Metzger was asked to sing at a wedding in Seattle. [That's where she lives. It was a very upscale wedding.] One of the wealthiest families in the city had a daughter who was getting married and Ruth Anna considered it a great honor to be chosen to be the soloist. She was particularly excited because the wedding reception was to be held on the top of two floors of the Columbia Center, which is the tallest building in the Northwest. The whole event was very exclusive and Ruth Anna couldn't help thinking about how much fun it would be to go there with Roy, her husband.

After the wedding, Ruth Anna and Roy drove to the beautiful facility and approached the reception desk, they watched, as the Maître d', who was decked out in the blended tuxedo admitted and introduced the guests and ushered them toward the luscious hors d'oeuvres and exotic beverages.

About that time, the bride and groom approached a beautiful glass staircase leading to the top floor, and someone ceremoniously cut a satin ribbon draped across the bottom of the stairs and announced that the wedding feast was about to begin.

As Roy and Ruth Anna approached the top of the stairs, the Maître d' asked him, "May I have your name, please?"

And she said, "l am Ruth Anna Metzger, and this is my husband Roy."

And then Maître d' searched through the listings in the book, and he looked again, he asked Ruth Anna to spell her name, and he searched again.

Finally, he looked and said, "I'm sorry, but your name isn't here."

"Oh, there's got to be a mistake." Ruth Anna said, "I'm the singer. I sang for the wedding.

And the man said "It doesn't matter who you are or what you did, without your name in the book, you can't come to the banquet..."

And he motioned to a waiter and said, show these people to the service elevator.

The Metzgers were unceremoniously ushered past all of the beautiful tables laden with shrimp and smoked salmon and carved ice. They passed the orchestra, and the musicians were always splendid in white tuxedos... past all the guests and the opulence of the moment, and the waiter took them to the service elevator, ushered them in, and pushed "G" for "Parking Garage".

The Metzgers were stunned to find themselves out or the street, driving home in silence, somewhere along the way...

Roy looked over and asked, "Sweetheart, what happened?"

She said, "Well Roy, when the invitation arrived, I was very busy. I never bothered to return without returning the RSVP."

Then as Ruth Anna later recalled, she started to cry. Not only because she had missed the most lavish banquet which she'd ever been invited to, but because she suddenly had a small taste of what it would be like someday, for people as they stand before Christ and find their names missing from the 'Lamb's Book of Life'.

And you see, for you to get your name in the 'Lamb's Book of Life', you have to make the reservation. You have to respond to the invitation. You have to RSVP. To God, you have to accept Jesus Christ as your Savior... If you don't do that, just like here, it won't make any difference.

You know, in the Bible, there's a picture of this where they come before the Lord and say: "Lord, haven't we done wonderful works in your name? Haven't we done all of these wonderful things?"

And Jesus will say to them: "Depart from me because I never knew you."

Have you made your reservation? Are you ready to go to heaven? Here's what you must do: You must confess your sin You must tell the Lord that you know you have failed him and you're a sinner.

You say, well, "I'm not gonna do that. I'm not gonna be humble."

If you won't do that, you can't be safe...

But you don't have to stay that way because if you will say: "Lord Jesus, I know. I'm a sinner. I know I need to be saved. Please come and forgive me of my sin."

He will come and take up his residence within you, and you will be in heaven.

David Jeremiah A Great Day

#Ruth Anna Metzge #David Jeremiah #A Great Day #Wedding Singer #Music #People #Piano #St. Tropez #Bangkok #Thailand #Theology

[zapolinien]

Symbolism in Kingdom's music videos. Issue #17

MIRROR — symbolizes truth, self-realization, wisdom, mind, soul, reflection of supernatural and divine intelligence, the clearly shining surface of divine truth, the highest intelligence reflected in the Sun, Moon and stars.

A reflection in a mirror is a manifest, temporary world, but also a person's knowledge of himself.

The mirror has both solar and lunar symbols, personifying the disk of the Sun and denoting the reflected light of the Moon.

It is believed that the mirror has magical properties and is the entrance to the looking-glass world of inversion. If a mirror hangs with a reflective surface down in a temple or over a tomb, it opens the way for the soul to ascend. In magic, mirrors serve to develop the gaze.

A square mirror symbolizes the earth, and a round one symbolizes heaven. The central socket on the metal mirror symbolizes the axis of the earth and the balance between the two forces. It also means reaching the center and the Door of the Sun or the Gate of Heaven.

In the Semitic tradition, the mirror symbolizes a female deity (male — a bunch of grapes).

In Christianity, a mirror without flaws personifies the Virgin Mary, in connection with which she is called the "Mirror of Righteousness." The Virgin Mary is sometimes depicted with a mirror in her hands, symbolizing her unclouded purity. It is also a symbol of the infant Jesus — the "mirror of God".

In Hinduism and Buddhism, the mirror serves as a reminder that all images and forms are just simple reflections, the creation of a state of karma, an invention of the mind, that the sensual, tangible world is an illusion, just a reflection. Yama (in ancient Indian philosophy, the lord of the kingdom of the dead) also uses a mirror to assess the state of karma of the souls who have come to him. A mirror is one of the Eight Precious Things in Buddhism. In addition, the mirror is a symbol of the soul in a state of purity, reflected truth, enlightened mind, form, reflected body, sincerity, — purity. Being reflected by light, it means samsara.

In Taoism, the mirror symbolizes self-realization. When a person considers his nature, evil is destroyed by seeing its terrible reflection: "Evil is destroyed when it recognizes itself." The mirror also symbolizes the mind of the sage: "The mind of the sage, being at rest, becomes a mirror of the universe" (Chuang Tsu).

In China, a mirror is also an emblem of sincerity, harmony and a happy marriage (the latter is an association with a magpie).

The philosophical significance of the mirror as a symbol of self-knowledge of life was widespread in Asian cultures, especially in Japanese myths and religion. The creator God Izanagi gave his children a mirror and told them to kneel down and look into it every morning and evening until they got rid of evil thoughts and feelings. In the Shinto hell, a huge mirror reflects the sins of newly arrived sinners and shows them the method of punishment — in ice or fire. The mirror is also a Japanese imperial relic bearing solar symbols and passed from emperor to emperor. In Japan, kagami ("accusing mirror") displays the truth and reveals the faults. The image of a mirror also means the divine Sun. In the rites, the deity appears in the sacred mirror. A mirror as a symbol of truth is one of the Three Treasures, along with a sword and a gemstone.

In Mexican mythology, a mirror is an attribute of Tezcatlipoca. This "shining" or "smoking" mirror has solar and lunar meanings, being respectively an attribute of the solar god of Summer and the lunar god of Evening.

Among the Zoroastrians, the symbol of the changing world is associated with Zervan (the absolute deity).

Esoteric knowledge considers the mirror to be an invention of Lucifer, with the aim of blocking the development and improvement of the astral body of a person who is able to go beyond the physical and observe himself from the outside.

#symbolism #louis #long live the king #kingdom kpop #kingdom #kpop #mirror

[nmsthim]

Poetry Slam: the closer I get to yu

I want us in the clouds cloud nine mile high sublime there's no place I rather be then soaring high ,above my means you look good in red doing the most in your velvet red set at your best you are loved ,you are the man is there room for one more You got me because I got you, drip in the latest rock the style you wear I'm doing the impossible to get to know you more I like the way we get about ice breakers getting to those kinds of things I don't every want it to stop , the more I get to know you me by myself is good but better next to you new new things and the more the grandeur to that attitude what wouldn't I do for you , stop the love you saved and can I be you lady for one night and another once more sincerely me to you , make up the time lost I can't spend another day from you take me up and away and never a cold shoulder but one to lay on these impossible things can all come true ,its the Thought that count so much to get off my chest, I want to get the record straight Rest assure ,tried and true saved my virtue so long I ought to be a saint not sinner biblical times causing pain no wether , nothing to big that love can't heal wait at attention to get your attention, notice me because my soul on fire smoking life , clear the air , doing my thing , I got hang time I love designer things ,diamond chain pinky ring , boss up and trying to change the game all this I claim , I ain't never feel with strife, people look up to me burning gas this is my light, smoking life ain't claiming insanity ain't no chance y'all choosy for me can go to hell ,not mocking me I'm looking for who got my back, this time to clear the air popping, smoke as you can tell, blue Cantrell, say my name ,make a name for myself, I like me and want you to like me too if not bump that back to the drawing table of what I had in store for you. god only give you something you can handle reconsider might just post the bail, Post up got this down pack check your self, I got facts straight spitting heat hidden links ain't moving into bad intention no need to talk yo shit I come close to real life experiences with you by my side we fighting for the evidence clear smoke around and drag it from up in the air I'm clearing all walls the mirror the image that want posted spend 30 years trying to get at that, boy don't catch me lacking Not Today like that boy couldn't be that girl that girl from around the way Around trying to go over to your place its just around that time I couldn't wait to see you , it look like you ought to be with me send me something some nudes your number or let me do you one better take you out and show you around ,where its nice and quiet long walks and full of charm just like you a public charmer, apple of my eye. I can make arrangements I just need a plus one sport you in all types of ways before I let you go sky high and flights racing against all odds blacked by popular demand always on time , one on one is per request you and that down to earth spirit I bet you know it all Come out tonight and let me toughen you up public charmer, anita baker said it best trying to love you at my best friend over for let bygones be bygones, what else to test what would you do if you say me walking past you past my test ain't nobody putting in on this over here. I hope you like big girls down with the swirl ima a big girl stay a big b in tines of pearal you need a big girl ain't nothing changing up with her with a big girl I know you want more of her unwind with me if I should go wanting more

#relatable memes #audible #music

[angelonthesubway]

diary entry 22/3/2024

why do i always fail?

why do i commit the same sin over and over again? and yet i am not even capable of doing it right.

i am a failure. i fail at everything.

i am not a good believer. i am not a good sinner.

i try to destroy what God created. and yet i am not able to do it.

i stayed up all night. again.

i couldn’t do anything, but think.

the only thing that will solve all of it is destruction. complete destruction.

what can i do?

drink my pain away. drown it in lemon water and ice and diet coke and black bitter coffee. start smoking again. exercise untill i am on the brink of death. or maybe just lie on my bed, staring at the shadow of the cross on the wall, contemplating life and death and sin and mercy and the end times,

or maybe i should pray, scream to God, or maybe at God. give me strength! save me form myself!

#suffering #religion #tw disordered eating #god #diary #prayer #sin

[killerbabebunnykaazilove]

ROW BITTER BONES like im all DOPE AN GLITTER GROANS be a smoke a hitter knows THATS A TERNAMENT FOR ILLNESS.. Choke HILLY NOSE ME SO BRO KILLA SHOWS ice my nicest kidd -er- dont cause MY NINE IS BIGGER JOES cop me on sinner toes or chill me like a REAL BIXTCH.. COCK INSIDE MY MOUTH sting six bite one me FIND MOUTH chickly sickly IMMA gonna PRIDE POUT ground -N- bum CHILL CIGS.. stilled mix. pealed jipped. stone, low, joke, steel missed. 🤍💜

#Spotify

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, ZOYA. 🌕

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: clara age: 31 pronouns: any pronouns ooc contact: blackring004 @ twt and malvosia @ tumblr other characters in xc: maki zenin (jjk) & c.c. (code geass)

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: zoya age: 32 pronouns: she/her & he/him series: path to nowhere canon point: after chapter 13 app triggers: child neglect / persecution / suicide ideation / death / canon typical violence.

personality:

a symbol of justice whose name can evoke either admiration or fear, depending on which side you stand on. the people sought a dependable figure— someone strong and imposing, who won’t hesitate getting blood on their hands. this description fit zoya like a glove, and one she wore with pride. the picture of perfect leadership, however, came at the costly price of an unkind childhood dominated by gangsters and destruction, imprinting violence on her at a young age.

while her raw strength and bold problem-solving methods significantly contributed to her reputation within syndicate, ascending to a leadership position required more than just that. her charismatic and extroverted personality, coupled with a genuine care for the vulnerable, played a crucial role in becoming the legion’s leader.

the person who lies beyond the symbol, however, is an individual few will come to know.

something your muse struggles with: being kinder to herself. kindness is something that always came into her life in rare and unexpected ways, but having been carved from the same stone as violence warped her sense of self-preservation, to the point where she’s unfazed by the prospect of her own demise, provided they come to fruition. your muse’s greatest strength: reliability. zoya’s desire to see syndicate a place ridden of corruption has led her to places a lot of people wouldn’t even go with a gun. if the people need her, she’s willing to do whatever it takes to be their symbol of change.

history / background: though the fine details of her early years are obscured by syndicate’s smoke and ashes, zoya’s childhood bore a resemblance to that of numerous children— ruthless and lonely. seeking comfort and an end to her suffering, she ventured deep within the storm’s eye, where devastation and brutality walked hand-in-hand.

just as her spirit was at the precipice of shattering, the hand of kindness whisked her away from it all. leggett’s influence remained a steady presence in zoya's life, diligently steering her away from trouble and pain, wishing that someday she would wrap her head around the concept that life was more than just violence. however, the determination of one sheriff to reform the deeply entrenched corrupt system intertwining the government and syndicate's gangsters ultimately proved futile, and his life was cut short— an example for others to reconsider following down the same path as leggett’s.

having been witness to his death, anguish and rage warped the teen into the embodiment of fury itself. and the destruction the newly born sinner brought about quickly caught the world’s attention. emerging from this chaos as an s-rank sinner and posing as a maximum threat level, she quickly became a prime target wanted by the government and the legion, each for their own agenda.

with the last link that kept zoya away from the path of destruction finally broken, she wasted no time in climbing the legion’s ranks and molding it into the ideal instrument to uproot the entrenched corruption within syndicate and the government.

powers / abilities:

note: some of her abilities are difficult to translate into rp terms, so i’ll be taking some liberties and merge a few powers in order to make them make sense. i like thinking about these as “ultimates” powers like in video games.

LEGION’S ARRIVAL — once this is activated, anyone within zoya’s reach will be struck with a sense of dread and get paralyzed for 5 seconds; three usages.

EXTREME VIOLENCE — functions like a berserker mode, allowing her to inflict true damage to all opponents in her direct AoE. this effect lasts for 30 seconds, and can be used twice a day.

SHACKLES — while not one of her abilities, it’s something entrusted to her by chief, which is important to her character development. in general, the shackles function as a ‘network’ of sorts, allowing them to sense and locate each other. however, in zoya’s case, she had prior knowledge of it and an agenda around this power. she forced chief to shackle her in order to reap the benefits of controlled mania levels, as well as the two-way street ability to synchronize and boost her attacks with chief’s aide.

inherent abilities:

HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT — zoya has trained her body to be a finely tuned weapon of destruction from a very young age, making her a strong and reliable asset in the fighting department. in order to counter any type of enemy, she become an all-rounder when it comes to the martial arts. her main fighting style, however, draws a lot from kickboxing with a lot of freestyling, making zoya an aggressive and unpredictable opponent who will try and overwhelm you with raw strength.

SINNER PHYSIOLOGY — in general, being a sinner gives them an upper hand in a lot of areas where humans lack. in zoya’s case, as an s-rank sinner, her abilities far exceed that of regular sinners.

ENHANCED STRENGTH — being a sinner under fury’s tendency, zoya’s physical damage output easily reaches superhuman levels. so, for example, rupturing the ground with a single punch or stopping a car at high speeds become effortless tasks to her.

ACCELERATED HEALING — she’s capable of quickly recovering from severe wounds in a matter of minutes. unless these are inflicted by mania weapons, which is a whole ordeal, but since those aren’t here who gaf.

items / weapons:

pack of cigarettes.

starting ability: none ♡ starting item: pack of cigarettes.

extra:

183cm ( that’s 6 ft in inches i think ).

i love zoya she’s very moe to me “she’s murdered people” 🫵 moe !

she’s a leo and her birthday is on august 12th and i promise this makes sense.

sorry for obsessing over obscure gacha women it will happen again.

i’m not as courteous as my castmates who are willing to explain the world of ptn in their apps. i’m not built like that. if you want to know more check their apps or… *blinks cutely at you* play the game…? for women? <3

discord id: br004. passcode: chocolate orange

#xc application #mun: clara #cata cosmia