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Day 21

Chapter II

Nu! the hiding of Hadit.

Come! all ye, and learn the secret that hath not yet been revealed. I, Hadit, am the complement of Nu, my bride. I am not extended, and Khabs is the name of my House.

In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found.

Yet she shall be known & I never.

Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowledge go aright.

I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death.

I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. “Come unto me” is a foolish word: for it is I that go.

Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped me; ill, for I am the worshipper.

Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows; they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.

O prophet! thou hast ill will to learn this writing.

I see thee hate the hand & the pen; but I am stronger.

Because of me in Thee which thou knewest not.

for why? Because thou wast the knower, and me.

Now let there be a veiling of this shrine: now let the light devour men and eat them up with blindness!

For I am perfect, being Not; and my number is nine by the fools; but with the just I am eight, and one in eight: Which is vital, for I am none indeed. The Empress and the King are not of me; for there is a further secret.

I am The Empress & the Hierophant. Thus eleven, as my bride is eleven.

Hear me, ye people of sighing!

The sorrows of pain and regret

Are left to the dead and the dying,

The folk that not know me as yet.

These are dead, these fellows; they feel not. We are not for the poor and sad: the lords of the earth are our kinsfolk.

Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the highest are of us. They shall rejoice, our chosen: who sorroweth is not of us.

Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us.

We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit: let them die in their misery. For they feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: stamp down the wretched & the weak: this is the law of the strong: this is our law and the joy of the world. Think not, o king, upon that lie: That Thou Must Die: verily thou shalt not die, but live. Now let it be understood: If the body of the King dissolve, he shall remain in pure ecstasy for ever. Nuit! Hadit! Ra-Hoor-Khuit! The Sun, Strength & Sight, Light; these are for the servants of the Star & the Snake.

I am the Snake that giveth Knowledge & Delight and bright glory, and stir the hearts of men with drunkenness. To worship me take wine and strange drugs whereof I will tell my prophet, & be drunk thereof! They shall not harm ye at all. It is a lie, this folly against self. The exposure of innocence is a lie. Be strong, o man! lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for this.

I am alone: there is no God where I am.

Behold! these be grave mysteries; for there are also of my friends who be hermits. Now think not to find them in the forest or on the mountain; but in beds of purple, caressed by magnificent beasts of women with large limbs, and fire and light in their eyes, and masses of flaming hair about them; there shall ye find them. Ye shall see them at rule, at victorious armies, at all the joy; and there shall be in them a joy a million times greater than this. Beware lest any force another, King against King! Love one another with burning hearts; on the low men trample in the fierce lust of your pride, in the day of your wrath.

Ye are against the people, O my chosen!

I am the secret Serpent coiled about to spring: in my coiling there is joy. If I lift up my head, I and my Nuit are one. If I droop down mine head, and shoot forth venom, then is rapture of the earth, and I and the earth are one.

There is great danger in me; for who doth not understand these runes shall make a great miss. He shall fall down into the pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of Reason.

Now a curse upon Because and his kin!

May Because be accursed for ever!

If Will stops and cries Why, invoking Because, then Will stops & does nought.

If Power asks why, then is Power weakness.

Also reason is a lie; for there is a factor infinite & unknown; & all their words are skew-wise.

Enough of Because! Be he damned for a dog!

But ye, o my people, rise up & awake!

Let the rituals be rightly performed with joy & beauty!

There are rituals of the elements and feasts of the times.

A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride!

A feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law.

A feast for Tahuti and the child of the Prophet—secret, O Prophet!

A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods.

A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death!

A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture!

A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight!

Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu.

There is death for the dogs.

Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart?

Where I am these are not.

Pity not the fallen! I never knew them. I am not for them. I console not: I hate the consoled & the consoler.

I am unique & conqueror. I am not of the slaves that perish. Be they damned & dead! Amen. (This is of the 4: there is a fifth who is invisible, & therein am I as a babe in an egg.)

Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; & my spangles are purple & green.

Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight.

There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.

Fear not, o prophet, when these words are said, thou shalt not be sorry. Thou art emphatically my chosen; and blessed are the eyes that thou shalt look upon with gladness. But I will hide thee in a mask of sorrow: they that see thee shall fear thou art fallen: but I lift thee up.

Nor shall they who cry aloud their folly that thou meanest nought avail; thou shall reveal it: thou availest: they are the slaves of because: They are not of me. The stops as thou wilt; the letters? change them not in style or value!

Thou shalt obtain the order & value of the English Alphabet; thou shalt find new symbols to attribute them unto.

Begone! ye mockers; even though ye laugh in my honour ye shall laugh not long: then when ye are sad know that I have forsaken you.

He that is righteous shall be righteous still; he that is filthy shall be filthy still.

Yea! deem not of change: ye shall be as ye are, & not other. Therefore the kings of the earth shall be Kings for ever: the slaves shall serve. There is none that shall be cast down or lifted up: all is ever as it was. Yet there are masked ones my servants: it may be that yonder beggar is a King. A King may choose his garment as he will: there is no certain test: but a beggar cannot hide his poverty.

Beware therefore! Love all, lest perchance is a King concealed! Say you so? Fool! If he be a King, thou canst not hurt him.

Therefore strike hard & low, and to hell with them, master!

There is a light before thine eyes, o prophet, a light undesired, most desirable.

I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body.

Thou art exhaust in the voluptuous fullness of the inspiration; the expiration is sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell's own worm.

Oh! thou art overcome: we are upon thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail: prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splendour & rapture! Come in our passionate peace, & write sweet words for the Kings.

I am the Master: thou art the Holy Chosen One.

Write, & find ecstasy in writing! Work, & be our bed in working! Thrill with the joy of life & death! Ah! thy death shall be lovely: whososeeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our age long love. Come! lift up thine heart & rejoice! We are one; we are none.

Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rapture; fall not in swoon of the excellent kisses!

Harder! Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep — die!

Ah! Ah! What do I feel? Is the word exhausted?

There is help & hope in other spells. Wisdom says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein!

But exceed! exceed!

Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine — and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous! — death is the crown of all.

Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, o man, unto thee.

The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long & desires death much is ever the King among the Kings.

Aye! listen to the numbers & the words:

4 6 3 8 A B K 2 4 A L G M O R 3 Y X 24 89 R P S T O V A L. What meaneth this, o prophet? Thou knowest not; nor shalt thou know ever. There cometh one to follow thee: he shall expound it. But remember, o chosen one, to be me; to follow the love of Nu in the star-lit heaven; to look forth upon men, to tell them this glad word.

O be thou proud and mighty among men!

Lift up thyself! for there is none like unto thee among men or among Gods! Lift up thyself, o my prophet, thy stature shall surpass the stars. They shall worship thy name, foursquare, mystic, wonderful, the number of the man; and the name of thy house 418.

The end of the hiding of Hadit; and blessing & worship to the prophet of the lovely Star

Source: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/aGRGWk

#thelema #thelemic holy season #argentum astrum #holy days #silver star #tarot #the magus tarot #the magician tarot

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asteria49 · 22 days

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Master Fic List

Hello, all! I write fanfic in my spare time (usually on my commute and whenever I can grab a spare moment). Multifandom. Here is a list of my WIP and completed fics (by completion status).

WIPs

Sworn Upon Flesh and Spirit Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3. Pairing: Named Darke Urge/Enver Gortash. Tropes: Doomed lovers, lovers to enemies, the body remembers when the mind forgets. CW: Yes. See tags and ch. summaries Summary: The dark urges have become stronger and more frequent as Lithariya approached Baldur's Gate. Left with only vague allusions of who she was and a "misplaced" prayer penned by her hand, she discovers that her connection with the Archduke Gortash was much, much deeper than she anticipated. Finally able to speak with her alone, Gortash reveals why Lithariya lost favor with her god and Father and the oath they made that toppled it all. With this realization and access to Gortash’s memories, the distinction between who she was and who she is begins to blur. Can she walk the path of redemption?

Outrun the Storm Fandom: Dragon Age. Pairing: Lavellan/Solas. Tropes: lovers to enemies (eventually) Summary: Smoke and shadow, blades flashing in the dark. An assassin and spy secretly able to access the magic of the Fade. This was the world of Ilariya Lavellan until one mission landed her at the center of one of the most significant events in recent history. Plagued with a mark that is not only killing her, but also influencing her, she must navigate her new position at the forefront of a budding Inquisition, surrounded by people she isn’t certain she can trust and a mysterious mage who knows more than he admits.

Completed

When Calls the Blood Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3. Pairing: Named Dark Urge/Astarion. CWs: Yes. Please read the tags and ch summaries - this touches on a number of CWs Summary: "Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. You will never be rid of me. You will never escape me." Lithariya has been resisting - to varying degrees of success - her dark urge. But now, back in Baldur's Gate, she must fight for her soul, and she is losing the battle.

Meet Me Among the Stars Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3. Pairing: Named Dark Urge/Astarion. Trope/Inspiration: Orpheus and Eurydice. CWs: Yes. Please read the tags and ch summaries - this touches on a number of CWs Summary: “I was the same as you, once, comforted by the tender silence of this place. I, too, believed I had finally achieved peace. But that peace?” She snorted. “This place offers no peace. It will show you every iteration, every possibility of your life; it will show you every version of yourself that has ever existed and will ever exist across all the parallel planes and universes. And it will demand that you reflect upon your sins. Your errors.” Astarion must brave the terrors of the Fugue Plane if he wants to return his lover from the dead.

Memoirs of a Monster Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3. Pairing: Named Darke Urge/Enver Gortash. Tropes: Doomed lovers, enemies to lovers, the body remembers when the mind forgets. CW: Yes. See tags and ch. summaries Summary: In the crumbling aftermath of the mindflayer attack on Baldur's Gate, you find a chest filled with memory shards. Overtaken by your curiosity, you view these memories and learn that not only had they belonged to the deceased Enver Gortash, but that they contained memories that likely were not meant for anyone else's viewing.

Where Death Goes, I Shall Follow Fandom: Horizon. Pairing: Aloy/Kotallo. CWs: Yes. Please read the tags and ch summaries - this touches on a number of CWs Summary: Aloy is no stranger to Death, and, it appears, neither is he to her. He follows her steps wherever she goes and one day, she'll have to make the most difficult choice in her life.

Forever in My Heart Fandom: Horizon. Pairing: Aloy/Kotallo. CWs: Yes. Please read the tags and ch summaries - this touches on a number of CWs Summary: A collection of short ficlets following Aloy and Kotallo's journey as they navigate grief, responsibility, and their growing feelings for one another

#fanfic #durgetash #durgestarion #solavellan #horizon forbidden west #Listen I just love writing angst #so much angst #i'm allergic to fluff I swear #I'm sorry

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watatsumiis · 1 year

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Dear Ayato To The Head of the Yashiro Commission and The Kamisato Clan,

I am writing this letter as it seemed to be the responsible thing to do, don’t think this means anything. I’d like to congratulate the recent achievements that the Kamisato Clan has been awarded of, kindly forward my thoughts to Ayaka and Thoma.

Sincerely From,

Blake.

Ayato’s reply is delivered within a few days - the length shorter than the default response time most would hope to receive from the busy Yashiro Commissioner, but a little longer than some of his closest correspondents might receive. The envelope is of extraordinarily high quality, with your name penned on the front in a deep blue ink that shines in the light, and a wax seal with the emblem of the Kamisato clan pressed into it keeping the flap closed.

The letter itself is beautifully penned, the cursive script decorative to the point of almost being unreadable.

Blake.

It is certainly interesting to hear from you once again, though not unpleasantly so. Thank you for your acknowledgement, the Commission has been working hard on our events as of late - the White Day celebrations certainly were not as smooth as one would have hoped for. I have passed your well-wishes on to Ayaka and Thoma.

Regrettably my younger sister has been too preoccupied as of late to write, however Thoma wished to include a message to you, which I shall allow him to place in the envelope before it is mailed.

I hope that you are well, and am anticipating your next visit.

Regards,

Kamisato Ayato.

Pulling the second, smaller letter out of the envelope, you displace a few small flowers that had been placed in the envelope, pressed flat and dried out. Closer inspection reveals them to be tansies.

The second letter is just as difficult to read as the first, though for entirely different reasons. The handwriting is messy, and several different shades of ink reveal that it was likely written in several different sittings. You can see a few dirty pawprints on one corner, and a tea-stain on another.

“Hi Blake!

It was really great to hear that we’d received a letter from you. Ayaka was beyond thrilled, and although my lord may never admit it, it brought quite the smile to his face. It’s always exciting to hear from one of our outlander friends.

We hope to see you in Inazuma soon, so you can catch us up on all your latest escapades! As you can see, one of my newest animal companions has taken quite a liking to this paper, and I’m sure they’ll feel the same about you! So come visit!

Sending much love your way,

Thoma.”

#insert that meme of “gee bill! how come your mom lets you eat two wieners” but its “gee blake! how come the general writes you two letters?#and the answer is simply. Because.#anyways so you dont have to google it - tansies have a dual meaning #it could either be declaring war or wishing prosperity and good health on you :)#my original letter from ayato was going to be a bit Colder but i felt too mean. its playful banter i promise #general barks #letter writing event #asks #my writing

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childrensbread · 1 year

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God's Self-Definition

💜 Moses said to God, “Suppose I go to the Israelites and say to them, ‘The God of your fathers has sent me to you,’ and they ask me, ‘What is his name?’ Then what shall I tell them?” God said to Moses, “I am who I am. This is what you are to say to the Israelites: ‘I am has sent me to you.’” God also said to Moses, “Say to the Israelites, ‘The Lord, the God of your fathers—the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac and the God of Jacob—has sent me to you.’ “This is My name forever, the name you shall call Me from generation to generation. ~Exodus 3:13-15 ✝️

When God tells us who He is, it's critical that we listen. All Scripture reveals God to us. It's His story and He is the protagonist (not us!). You find God in every page! There are also moments where His self-revelation is stated clearly and in detail, leaving no room for confusion or doubt. 🙂 If we are to take our faith seriously, we must engage with the identity information God has given us; and that includes reading the Old Testament!

In today's ancient example, God articulates Himself to Moses and it is spectacular! We observe a God who desires to be known by His creation. We see a God who is motivated by love, who pursues a relationship with His people. We are reminded that God has never been distant from us. He is always near! 💜

As we encounter God's dramatic introduction to Moses, let us pause and consider what's being revealed here. 🤔 God uses two statements; "I AM WHO I AM." And , "I am the Lord, the God of your fathers."

When God gives a name for His people to call Him it conveys His dominion over all things, the source of His power, and His eternal nature: I AM. He is the self-sufficient, self-sustaining God who was, who is, and who will be.

The first time God says I AM (“I AM WHO I AM”), the Hebrew translation says, “Ehyeh asher Ehyeh”, which translates as “I will be what I will be.” When God then tells Moses, “Say this to the people of Israel: I AM has sent you” (Exodus 3:14), it is “Yahweh.” Yahweh is the third person version of Ehyeh, which is first person. Yahweh could also be translated as He will be.

Understanding the weight and power of the name in Exodus 3:14, “I AM WHO I AM” is important for believers today to understand the complexity of who God is. He is all-encompassing and self-sufficient. It is a name above names, one that reminds the believer that God is in control, and that He sees His children. It also affirms the identity of the Savior as the Son of God. It can be easy in the struggles of everyday life to lose sight of the majesty and holiness of God, but meditating on the name He gave Himself, and all that it represents, can help put our time on earth into perspective. God is infinite, and He is sovereign over our lives, He Is Who He Is.

As the author of Hebrews later penned, He is the same God yesterday, today and forever. It's an astonishing revelation!

Not only that, God even puts Himself in context to Moses. He makes it personal. He is not a distant or an unknown God. Rather He is the same God who made a covenant with Abraham and has been working faithfully with Moses' ancestors to fulfill His promises ever since. God is saying to Moses; "You can trust Me." "I will be with you." It's a profound sentiment and it echoes true today! We serve that same God!

God is the sustainer of creation. He sees you and knows you. He desires you to know Him. Just as Moses did, humbly approach God today and allow Him to speak life to you.

Source: BibleStudyTools.com; Glorify;

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nhaamazu · 2 years

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FFXIV Writes 2022 - Day 4 - (Free/Open Prompt) Mother

Elodie had made many bad decisions in her time. Yet only one left her with regret that would cling to her like a stain on her aether, haunting her no matter how the decades passed.

You see, she was young and pretty once. And as young, pretty things are wont to do, she fell for a man of status, one many years older than herself, with hair the colour of earth-aspected crystal and eyes as blue as the summer sky. Oh, how her friends had seethed when she had spoke of their dalliances. She had known that it would not be forever, that he had designs on no less than the Archbishop’s seat, but she had cherished their days together all the same. Perhaps too much, for soon her dresses grew tight about the waist and her dashing man grew distant.

Her parents had been furious. Their name was barely worth a gil as it was - for their only daughter to have a child out of wedlock was a scandal they could not afford. It mattered not that she carried their grandchild, nor that she had nowhere to go. Suddenly, she was alone and hungry, and the young and the beautiful seemed not to matter any more.

There were kindly folk in the Brume, but their gil and their hospitality only stretched too far. Soon, she found herself considering the unthinkable. Anything to stay warm at night. The father did not answer her, not through letters or visitations, and in her desperation she grew vindictive. For her family were not the only ones to fear scandal, nor to have something so fragile to lose. The letter she penned was unkind to the last word, threatening to reveal the truth of her child’s parentage to the deacons and the bishops of the church, to lay ruin to the future he had so carefully planned.

‘And think not about silencing me, Haumoix - should aught happen to me or our child, I have seen to it that the whole of Ishgard shall know your part in it.’

She did not sleep that night, so ashamed was she of her ungentle words. But as she cradled her ever-swelling belly, she knew that it mattered not how she tarnished her own soul, so long as her child survived.

Some days later, he came to her, with fury in his eyes, but she saw beyond that, to the cold chill of fear.

“Give up the child,” he demanded. “Never speak of them or of me again, and I shall see to it that they are placed with a wealthy, loving family. I will even spare enough coin for you to start a life elsewhere. Those are my terms.”

Anything. She would do anything for the life growing inside of her. So, she agreed, though it killed her in that moment to do so.

And so the weeks passed, and she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. By the grace of the Fury, it was love at first sight. How could she part with him? He had his father’s eyes, but he also possessed a head of the thickest black hair - just like her. The moment she pressed him to her bosom, she knew that he would take a piece of her with him if he left. But she remembered the deal she had made, and the future that lay ahead of him. Were she selfish, he would grow up yet another forgotten child of the Brume. This way was better. It had to be. Even if he never knew how much she loved him, or how she died a sure, swift death that day, when she allowed the nursemaid to take him. Yet she would not allow him to depart without a name. No doubt his new parents would furnish him with a new one, but she had to have this much, that maybe the Fury would recognise this final gift and see fit to reunite them in her halls.

A name for a new life.

Aymeric.

“May it carry you to greatness, little one. And may you know, whatever happens, that you are loved.”

#ffxivwrite2022 #aymeric de borel #FFXIV #Heavensward #fanfic #cw: pregnancy

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mooonlight-and-stars · 2 years

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The Writer and the Man of Winter

So, I finally have the motivation to write after three weeks of pure procrastination. So, without further ado, I present:

The Writer and the Man of Winter

(Also, please let me know how I did. This is my first fanfiction).

|Also None if the gifs used are mine|

Warnings: None (besides not being proofread)

Summary: It has been a hundred years since a new Guardian was chosen by Man in the Moon. What happens if someone was never expected to be selected in the first place? Or doesn’t she truly believe in herself?

Words: 1529

Part: Prologue

Jack Frost glided on the wind towards the North Pole. It was a chilly December night; there were barely any stars in the sky. Jack was confused as to why he was being called to the North Pole, considering that there had been no sighting of Pitch, or anyone else for that matter, that warranted calling the Guardians together. The only idea that Jack was sure of was that he was being called. Why else would the Northern Lights light up the night sky?

100 years prior

A dirty blonde hair fifteen-year-old girl was lying face-up down on an ash-covered library floor. Her face was covered in grime, pieces of her face destroyed by third-degree burns. Chunks of her hair were also missing small patches of skin on her arms and legs. Her black jumper was damaged after the fire, revealing an ashed-covered white camisole underneath. The rest of her body was crushed under a broken wooden beam falling from the ceiling above her.

Then, as if the moon hears her cries of agony, a ray of moonlight shined brightly on the poor girl. As if the moon held its own magic, the teenager started to hover ever so slightly, as if she was trying to reach and touch the moon. The wooden beam fell away, the girl gasping as the weight was relieved from her body. The girl’s once destroyed body was restored; her legs and arms were restored.

After her body was restored, the child herself started to change. Her dirty blonde hair was now split down the middle; one half stardust purple, the other a void black. Her clothes were changed as well. Instead of sporting her normal blue jeans and black jumper, the female had a pair of brown leggings and a maroon dress (with pockets). Her feet were covered with a couple of black ballet slippers.

As the female was lowered gently to the floor, the moonbeam started to fade away. In its place, a faint voice could be heard. Wryter…Your name shall be Wryter…

The girl moaned quietly as she opened her dark gold and silver eyes. She slowly sat up and looked around.

“Where am I? What happened?” She whispered quietly, her voice trembling ever so slightly. She got up and walked around, navigating the pieces of broken debris littered the library floor and ceiling. Then, it was as if someone was whispering beside her.

Wryter

“Who said that?” Wryter looked around, trying to figure out where the mysterious voice was coming from.

Many call me the Man in the Moon.

Wryter looked up at the moon and stared, her face skeptical. “What? I don’t understand.” Wryter skeptically said as she started to walk closer to the broken hole in the ceiling.

I gave you life, the gift of storytelling, so that you may help others with their own storytelling.

“I don’t, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” Wryter quietly said, confusion written on her face. “How am I supposed to help others when I don’t know exactly what to do? Or how to do it.”

Check your pockets

Wryter put her hands in her pockets and pulled out a “Pen? How am I supposed to use this pen if I don’t have any paper?” She looked back at the moon.

Just write

“Ok then,” Wryter slowly uncapped the pen and put it in the air, “Here it goes, nothing, I guess.”

As she was about to write, she stopped. “What do I write?” She looked at the moon. “Anything?” Not hearing a word from the moon, Wryter looked back at her pen, “Anything. Ok then.”

Wryter slowly started to write the word wolf in the air. When she had finished, it was as if the word was taking the shape of the wolf and coming to life! As Wryter inspected her masterpiece, she noticed that every piece of the animal had the word wolf in it, every ear and tail, and its paws.

“This is amazing!!!” Wryter started experimenting, writing on everything and everywhere, including her hands. She learned that what she wrote on her hands could disappear if she closed her hand and reappear if she opened them. She also knew that what she wrote on her hand would be tiny compared to something she wrote on a wall or floor. However, if she blew on the writing on her hands, the words would turn into dust and reappear full size on the ground in front of her.

One important note that Wryter made while she was experimenting is that if she walked away from her creations, they would disappear and turn back into the words she originally wrote.

As Wryter was working on her next animated worded object, she dropped her pen on the floor. However, when she went to pick it up, it turned into a surfboard. The surfboard itself was covered in words surfboard. “This is so cool!” Wryter hesitantly put one foot on the board. After finding it was stable, she put both feet on it. The board rose into the air, and a huge wind carried her out of the building. Sensing she wanted to get off, it lowered her towards the ground outside of the library. Wryter stepped off, and the surfboard turned back into her pen.

Wryter picked up her pen, capped it, and continued walking deep into the night. Walking down the road, she noticed a few college students walking about. She walked up to a few of them.

“Hello?” She didn’t receive an answer. As she was about to tap once on the shoulder, her hand went right through them. She looked at her hand and back at the person. “Well, that’s new?” She whispered quietly as she walked away.

Present Day

Jack flew through the window of North’s shop. As he settled on the ground, he noticed North and Bunnymund were in a heated discussion while Tooth was talking to her workers. Sandman saw him and gave him a small wave. “Uh, North? I hate to ask questions, but why did you call us?” North didn’t pay him any mind. Jack loudly cleared his voice.

North looked away from Bunnymund. “Ah, Jack! Glad you could join us.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I wanted to know…why you called us. I had this great winter storm idea that had to be put on hold.” Bunnymund nodded.

“Yeah, mate. We all wanted to know the answer to that question.” A question mark appeared above Sandy’s head.

“An yes. Manny informed me that there will be a new guardian!” North looked at all of them, glee and excitement on his face.

“A new guardian?” Tooth asked. “Why now?”

“Yeah. I’m aware there isn’t a need for a new guardian, considering that nothing has been happening for years now.” Bunnymund told North.

“Well, it seems as though trouble is brewing,” North whispered loudly for everyone to hear. All the yetis stopped what they were doing and just looked at North, worried.

“Trouble? What trouble?” Bunnymund asked. “As far as I’m aware, and we are aware, Pitch hasn’t been seen for years.”

“I do not know,” North replied, turning around as the crystal arose from the floor. “But, Manny says that there is trouble, I believe him. He hasn’t led us wrong yet.”

Then, as a gust of wind entered through the open window, a moonbeam shone on the crystal. Sandman had a four-leaf clover above his head.

“Really, Sandy. Not the Leprechaun.” Bunnymund replied, crossing his finger (paw things?).

Tooth gasped excitedly. “What if the guardian’s a girl?” Her tiny tooth fairies talked excitedly amongst each other.

“What we don’t need is another Jack Frost,” Bunnymund said as he looked at Jack.

“HEY! The people love me.” Jack jokingly yelled back at him.

Soon, before their same orbs, a girl's figure started to form. The female looked fifteen years old and was holding a pen in her hands as if she was about to write something. North looked at the Moon. “Wryter?”

“That is the new guardian?” Jack asked, bewildered.

“Now, hold on, mate. We didn’t say anything about you, did we?” Bunnymund asked.

“Well,” Tooth started. Sandy joined in, images flashing above his head, each quicker than before. Bunnymund glared at him.

“Anyways…” He coughed.

“The question is, who is going to get her?” North looked at everyone.

As if he was the flash, Bunnymund jumped down a rabbit hole.

“I don’t think so.” Jack took off after him. After a few minutes, everyone got back to work. Little did they know someone was watching.

“A new guardian? That changes everything.”

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Do not steal any of my works or repost without permission

#fanfiction #jack frost #rise of the gaurdians #toothfairy #wryter

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Morning and Evening with A.W. Tozer Devotional for December 5

Tozer in the Morning Knowing Our Weakness and God's Power

Moses was not a fluent man. His words spoken to God must be accepted as being a sincere and fair appraisal of the facts: "O Lord, I have never been eloquent, neither in the past nor since you have spoken to your servant. I am slow of speech and tongue" (Exodus 4:10). The Lord did not try to cheer up His doubting servant by telling him that he had misjudged his ability. He allowed Moses' statement to stand unchallenged. But He said to Moses, "What about your brother Aaron the Levite? I know he can speak well." God gave Aaron an "A" in speech. He was undoubtedly an eloquent man. Yet it was the halting Moses, not the fluent Aaron, who faced Pharaoh time after time in defense of Israel; it was Moses, not the eloquent Aaron, who wrote the brilliant and beautiful story of the creation; it was Moses who penned the Book of Deuter onomy, one of the most poetical and moving books ever written. Was Aaron too fluent for God to use after all? I do not claim to know why, but whatever the reason, we have but few samples of Aaron's words in the Bible and countless pages of Moses'.

The reason back of all this is that great emotions rarely produce fluency of speech, whereas shallow feelings are sure to express themselves in many words. We tend to use words in inverse proportion to the depth of our feelings. Some of the profoundest emotions of the heart utter themselves in a chaste brevity of words, as when John tells us of Christ's sharp grief at the grave of Lazarus. He says simply, "Jesus wept." With exquisite good taste, the scholars who divided the Bible into verses allowed those two words to stand alone. Nothing more is needed to reveal the mighty depth of Christ's love for His friend.

Tozer in the Evening Knowing the Incomprehensible

The glory of God has not been revealed to this generation of men. The God of contemporary Christianity is only slightly superior to the gods of Greece and Rome, if indeed He is not actually inferior to them, in that He is weak and helpless while they at least had power.

If what we conceive God to be He is not, how then shall we think of Him? If He is indeed incomprehensible. . . how can we Christians satisfy our longing after Him? The hopeful words, "Acquaint now thyself with him, and be at peace," still stand after the passing of the centuries; but how shall we acquaint ourselves with One who eludes all the straining efforts of mind and heart? And how shall we beheld accountable to know what cannot be known? . . .

The answer of the Bible is simply "through Jesus Christ our Lord." In Christ and by Christ, God effects complete self-disclosure, although He shows Himself not to reason but to faith and love. Faith is an organ of knowledge, and love an organ of experience. God came to us in the incarnation; in atonement He reconciled us to Himself, and by faith and love we enter and lay hold on Him.

"Verily God is of infinite greatness. . . more than we can think; . . . unknowable by created things; and can never be comprehended by us as He is in Himself. But even here and now, whenever the heart begins to burn with a desire for God, she is made able to receive the uncreated light and, inspired and fulfilled by the gifts of the Holy Ghost, she tastes the joys of heaven (A. W. Tozer, The Knowledge of the Holy, p. 16-17).

Now, Father, glorify Me together with Yourself, with the glory which I had with You before the world was. . . Father, I desire that they also, whom You have given Me, be with Me where I am, so that they may see My glory which You have given Me, for You loved Me before the foundation of the world. O righteous Father, although the world has not known You, yet I have known You; and these have known that You sent Me; and I have made Your name known to them, and will make it known, so that the love with which You loved Me may be in them, and I in them" (John 17:5,24-26).

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shammah8 · 2 years

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RHAPSODY OF REALITIES DAILY DEVOTIONAL

Saturday, 8th October 2022

SIGNALS FROM DIVINE HEADQUARTERS

Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober (1 Thessalonians 5:6)

God is always in communication with us, but not many are attentive enough to pick His signals. There’s a communication system between us and our heavenly *“headquarters.”* The Holy Spirit operates the divine headquarters of our kingdom and has the capacity to communicate with every single one of us anywhere, at the same time, and at any time. A true soldier or minister of the Gospel must be listening all the time to likely signals and instructions from our divine headquarters.

People carry their phones, not necessarily for anything else, but because they want to talk. But I carry mine, primarily because of my writings. Before the advent of these sophisticated gadgets, I always had my writing materials with me. I had to, because I discovered by practice and experience that the Lord will suddenly say something important to me. So I’m always alert. My spiritual connection never breaks.

Unlike the cellular networks that fluctuate, the network to and from our divine headquarters never breaks; but it’s about how alert you are to receive. It’s on, even while you’re asleep. There have been times I woke up suddenly because the Spirit of God said something to me and I woke up with it, and I was wise to pen down what He said.

Train yourself to always listen to the Spirit. Always be expectant that He’ll speak to you. When it’s time to pray, keep your writing materials close by. And as you pray, listen for His voice in your spirit and take action immediately on the things He tells you to do. Stay connected through the Holy Spirit. Remain prayerful and give attention to the study of the Scriptures. Hallelujah!

PRAYER

Dear Father, I thank you for the ability to hear and recognise your voice. As you speak to me from the Word and counsel me from within, I respond to your guidance, promptings and instructions, and receive the corresponding blessings, in Jesus’ Name. Amen.

FURTHER STUDY:

Isaiah 30:21 And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee, saying, This is the way, walk ye in it, when ye turn to the right hand, and when ye turn to the left.

John 16:13-15 AMPC But when He, the Spirit of Truth (the Truth-giving Spirit) comes, He will guide you into all the Truth (the whole, full Truth). For He will not speak His own message [on His own authority]; but He will tell whatever He hears [from the Father; He will give the message that has been given to Him], and He will announce and declare to you the things that are to come [that will happen in the future]. 14 He will honor and glorify Me, because He will take of (receive, draw upon) what is Mine and will reveal (declare, disclose, transmit) it to you. 15 Everything that the Father has is Mine. That is what I meant when I said that He [the Spirit] will take the things that are Mine and will reveal (declare, disclose, transmit) it to you.

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galvanizedfriend · 3 years

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Chloé Zhao, who just won an Oscar for best director, writes fanfiction.

That's the kind of validation I needed in my life. Thank you, ma'am.

#fanfiction #fandom life #writing #i don't have to feel guilt anymore #i don't have to hide in the shadows #the world is mine to take #i want to lead the TVD reboot #why not?#chloe zhao writes fanfiction #anything is possible #thank you for changing my life #but i shall never reveal my pen name #when the time comes y'all just pretend you don't know me #shhhh #also she's an aries and so am i #what does that mean?#nothing #but i like it

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btssaysstudy · 3 years

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Salvage - 2 || jjk/kth.

Summary: After your confession, it's safe to say that there was nothing left to salvage between you and Jungkook. However, things start to change when a new hurdler joins the team. Genre: college!au, track!jungkook, track!taehyung, track!reader, angst & fluff Pairing: jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader Warning(s) : unrequited love, alcohol (drinking) mentioned, swearing Chapter count: 4.5k

series masterlist || one ||

Jungkook may have stopped talking to you, but he never stopped noticing you. But Jungkook had been carrying his own guilt that stopped him from approaching you. Every time you greeted him, all he could remember was how he ignored your texts and left you in the dark.

He wanted to message you and tell you he missed you. He wanted to tell you that he never wants you to leave his side. But he couldn’t. Not when he was the one who pushed you away.

Just when Jungkook had gathered himself to approach you, he noticed you enjoying yourself more. He saw how you got closer to the other track members, and he didn’t want to disrupt your life.

He figured that things were going well for you and it was better that he stayed out of your life. As much as it pained him to not be by your side, he knew he had caused enough damage.

Despite hating it, he made the conscious choice to stay out of your life ever since. Jungkook had convinced himself that it was the right decision.

“Take a picture while you’re at it.” Hoseok’s teasing tone brought him out from his thoughts. Jungkook scoffed, “Wasn’t looking.”

“Definitely believe you. You know she still tells me that it’s her fault.”

“She does?” Jungkook’s eyes darted back to you. You were enjoying your lunch with your usual group but with a new addition - Taehyung.

He used to be that fourth member of the group.

“It’s not her fault, it’s mine…” Jungkook mindlessly uttered with a forlorn gaze as he watched you joke with your friends. Hoseok patted his friend’s back encouragingly, “Use your words on the right person. Those words are not mine to hear.”

“You know I can’t do that. She’s happy now and I hurt her too.”

Hoseok sighed, chugging his Sprite drink down. “I give up on you dude. Don’t be stupid. It’s not too late.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He grinned at Jungkook, “You should.”

“Hoseok! Jungkook!” A deep cheerful voice disrupted their conversation.

“Hey, Tae! Yn!” Hoseok was the first to greet you and Taehyung. Jungkook greeted Taehyung and glanced at your direction to say hi but you seemed to be actively avoiding his gaze.

Confused and slightly taken aback, he bit back his greeting.

“I’ll text you guys the details later but just wanted to check if you guys are free this Friday night? I’m hosting a small birthday celebration.”

“Sure! I’m free!” Hoseok nudged Jungkook, “You’re free too, right?”

“Yea I’m free.”

Taehyung grinned, draping his arms over your shoulder. “Great! Well, we gotta head off for class now. I’ll text you guys the details later!”

“I’m beginning to think it’s too late, Hoseok.”

—

Even though Taehyung had said those words nonchalantly, they have been glued in your mind. It was hard to consciously stop trying to smile and greet Jungkook whenever you saw him. But you knew Taehyung was right.

You had been trying for so long to salvage your friendship but to no avail. Jungkook had clearly made it clear that he did not want you in his life.

“Yn! Got you your favourite drink on the way!”

You smiled, reaching out to accept the drink, “Thank you Tae! You didn’t have to!”

He gave a short cheeky giggle as he shrugged his shoulders, “I know but you had a long day today. Plus, you just had a good run.”

You tried to ignore the fluttering in your chest as you thanked him once more. Despite it only being a month since you met Taehyung, he had been around you almost every day. He didn’t attempt to hide his happiness when he found you were both classmates for your Wednesday class for the semester.

It was refreshing to have someone so expressive around you again. At times, it reminded you of Jungkook.

“Yn! Let me see your schedule!” Jungkook reached out for your phone only for you to pull back. “Why do you have to see my schedule?”

Jungkook pouted, slouching his shoulders, “Because I want to be classmates with you.”

You shook your head jokingly, “Someone’s being clingy.”

“I am! I love having classes with you.” Jungkook extended his hands out one more time for your phone, successfully grabbing it while you were caught off guard by his response.

“You do?”

Jungkook’s eyes looked up from your phone to meet yours with a bewildered expression. “Why do you sound so shocked? It’s not a secret I love spending time with you. You’re my best friend after all.”

“It’s all practice. You’ll get there too.” You took a big gulp to quench your thirst, “In fact, you’re a really good sprinter. I’m sure you’ll improve in no time.”

“Very kind words.” He teased, tossing a clean towel over your head, completely blocking your view.

Taehyung placed his arms around your sweaty shoulders, “Now it’s your turn to watch me die out there.”

You pulled the towel off your face and your eyes landed on Jungkook who had been looking at you from afar. Immediately, your eyes darted away, focusing back on Taehyung.

“Good luck on your run.” You playfully pushed Taehyung away and watched as he got to his position as the first runner.

Jungkook hated how comfortable you were Taehyung. That used to be you and him. The two of you used to be the inseparable duo. He used to be the one teasing you and handing you your bottle. Why wasn’t it him anymore?

Jungkook knew the answer and he hated it.

Something in him snapped when he started noticing you getting closer to Taehyung. He knew it could’ve been him instead, but he pushed you away unintentionally. Jungkook had screwed it up and he was now facing the consequences.

As he positioned himself as the final runner, all he could think about was how you used to cheer for his name at the top of your lungs.

But right then, he could distinctly hear your voice cheering another man’s name.

Unlike last time, Jungkook acknowledged the feeling in his heart. It was as if someone had punched him in the throat and momentarily made him lose his breath.

Surprisingly, ever since you had followed Taehyung’s advice, you have been feeling lighter and it was obvious in your actions and expressions.

“The last time I saw you was that huge birthday party which wasn’t long ago, but I feel like I’m talking to a different yn.”

“What do you mean?”

Hoseok tapped his pen to his chin several times, trying to find the proper words to describe it. You had booked one of the study rooms for the day since Namjoon was over at your place and you didn’t want to disturb them either.

“You just seem less burdened.”

“Less burdened?” You repeated, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. Hoseok nodded his head, as if he were agreeing with his thoughts.

“I didn’t want to bring it up, but Jungkook’s noticed that you have been avoiding him recently.”

You huffed, “I haven’t been avoiding him. I’ve just been appreciating those who are still by my side.”

He placed his pen down, letting out a long sigh, “Yn, you know that Jungkook still cares about you. I don’t get why you two can’t just talk it out—“

“You know why,” You said sharply, “I’ve given him space, reached out to him, always greeted him to get his attention. But what did I get in return? I get Jungkook trying to avoid bumping into me in every corridor.”

“Y-Yea… He hasn’t shown it in the best way but—“

“I’m tired Hobi, I’ve been trying for so long. I already feel guilty for screwing up our friendship because of some stupid crush. But at this point, I must be stupid for not reading the signs.”

Hoseok’s face showed it all. He felt bad for you. They all did. Every time Jungkook’s name was brought up, it always turned into a lecture of how you two should talk things out or how Jungkook misses you or how you should approach him one last time.

It got tiring at times, but you understood that Jungkook was their friend as well.

Maybe that was another reason why you liked hanging out with Taehyung. He didn’t know the full history between the two of you. Even if he didn’t, Taehyung never pressed to ask for more.

When you hung out with him, the topic was just you and him. It wasn’t about someone else or about any lecturing on life. It was just you enjoying life with Taehyung.

“It’s okay Hobi,” You glanced at your phone that lit up from a notification. Your tired expression instantly vanished when you saw his name. “He’s coming over right now!”

“Tae?” Hoseok’s pitiful expression morphed into something cheekier as he leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is this why your aura has changed? Is something going on with you and Taehyung?”

You scoffed, flicking your wrist to dismiss his accusation, “Please, we’re just friends. Good friends, that’s all.”

“Right…” He replied, unconvinced.

“You better not tease me when he arrives—“

“Hello!” The door to the study room busted wide open to reveal Taehyung with his arms outstretched in a welcoming greeting. “What’s for dinner?” He asked, dropping his bag on the floor, and plopping right next to you.

“It’s 2pm, Tae. Why are you thinking of dinner?”

“I need some motivation to look forward to.”

“Well…” Hoseok’s eyes glinted mischievously, and you flashed a warning look his way. Immediately, he changed his mind, “Instead of having dinner at the dining hall, shall we leave campus for some good meal?”

“Sure!”

“Why not!” Taehyung smiled, “Sounds good to me.”

For the next 2 hours, you managed to study with complete focus on your tasks, the two surprisingly did the same. That was until Hoseok’s phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answered, “Yea… I don’t know, I gotta ask them… Yn and Taehyung…”

Your ears picked up your name and your fingers stopped typing as you tried to listen in to his conversation on the phone.

Hoseok covered his phone’s speaker and whispered, “You guys okay with Jungkook crashing? Library’s packed.”

Taehyung noticed the way your body stiffened at the mention of his name. He figured that you didn’t tell him the whole story, but he didn’t want to pry.

“Are you cool with it?” Taehyung asked you in a low whisper. You didn’t expect Taehyung to direct the question to you and it was thoughtful that he had asked how you felt about it since you had briefly shared your history with Jungkook.

“Yea I’m fine.” You nodded your head, facing Hoseok as he informed Jungkook that he could join in.

Though you tried to make yourself look busy with your revision, your mind was far away from your syllabus. Having Jungkook over was not helping your new agenda on closing the chapter.

“Yn, have you covered this chapter?”

“Mm?” You peered over to Taehyung’s laptop, “Oh I’m revising that now actually.”

‘“Great! Should we go through it together?”

“Yea sure,” You were thankful to have Taehyung force you to focus on your work while waiting for the Jungkook to come over.

It didn’t take long for him to arrive, knocking on the door before entering as he greeted each of you. You willed yourself to make eye contact with Jungkook, casting a small smile as you said hi.

Jungkook was hoping that the seat next to yours was empty. However, he kept his expectations low knowing that Taehyung was present. It didn’t need a genius to notice that you had been spending lots of time with Taehyung. Jungkook always looked for you at the dining hall, though he would chicken out when you made eye contact with him.

So Jungkook immediately picked it up when he always found Taehyung next to you when he spotted you at the dining hall. It left a sour feeling seeing your group become a 4-member group again. It had been a while since your group was ‘complete’, of course, it was because of him.

“Jungkook, wanna join us for dinner?” Taehyung strikes a conversation with the fellow track member opposite him. You stayed out of it as you kept your eyes on your laptop screen, attempting to forget that Jungkook was in the same room as you.

Taehyung had completely given up on studying and he started conversing with Jungkook. As much as Jungkook didn’t like seeing you with Taehyung, he couldn’t help but admit that Taehyung was easy to talk with. He got along well with Taehyung which made him even feel worse that he always felt bitter seeing the two of you together.

As Jungkook’s eyes watched how your face lit up whenever Taehyung talked to you, a heavy feeling washed over him. Jungkook had made his mind that he had to talk to you.

He knew he had to reach out to you before it was too late.

He just had to figure out how.

—

“Happy advance birthday!” You and Miya cheered, raising both your arms to invite Taehyung in for a hug. His eyes lit up with joy, stretching out his arms to pull you both in for a hug.

“Thank you!”

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head as Taehyung shimmied his shoulders, “Happy advance birthday Tae but I’ll pass on the hug – Alright, then!” Namjoon caved, chuckling as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung, giving a pat on his back.

“Come in!” Taehyung gestured energetically, “Let me show my house.”

It was a small gathering like Taehyung mentioned. He had only invited those that he was genuinely cool with, a few from table tennis and a few from track. Taehyung, being the welcoming host, gave a house tour, explaining how his parents had book a hotel for the night to let him fully enjoy this birthday celebration.

“This is the guest room, if the party ever gets too chaotic, feel free to use it.” Taehyung opened the door, allowing you three to peek into the room.

Right after the house tour, Taehyung led the way to kitchen, where all the food and drinks were. “We just ordered more pizza so don’t be shy, let’s not waste any food!”

“Yo, Tae! How do you set up this game console?” Someone hollered from the living area. Taehyung flashed a grin, “Make yourself at home! I’ll find you all later!”

“Sure, no worries!” Miya nodded, already filling up her paper plate. Taehyung glanced at you, reaching out to pat your arm, “See you later!” He mouthed before heading off to help with the game console.

After everyone grabbed their snacks for the late, you headed to the living area to find the birthday boy placing a racing game on the console.

“Yn!” Taehyung exclaimed while his eyes glued on the TV screen, “Sit beside me! Watch me beat the record.”

You chuckled, taking a sit next to the birthday boy. Miya and Namjoon followed suit, squeezing on the couch next to you.

“Yes!” Taehyung cheered, turning to you for a high-five which you quickly returned. His bright smile never failed to make the people around him happy. Being around him always felt light and peaceful.

“Hold up!” Namjoon pointed to the coffee table, “You have Just Dance too? Let’s play a match before Hoseok comes to wreck us.”

You and Miya laughed aloud, “Were you that affected?”

“Yes, yes I was. Let’s play around! You and Tae versus Miya and I.”

Taehyung glanced at you and shrugged with a playful grin on his face, “Sure!”

Sitting a couple meters away was Jungkook, downing his first cup of the night. His eyes torturing himself as he watched you partner Taehyung for one Just Dance round. The way your eyes lit up, your mouth upturned almost to your ears.

He knew you were happy. He used to see that look all the time.

After seeing it again, he knew he wanted to be the reason that you were smiling. But all he’s done the past year was made you feel guilty. Jungkook knew he had to change things before graduation.

“You okay?” A feminine voice brought him out from his thoughts.

Jungkook winced internally, momentarily forgetting that he had bumped into a friend at the birthday party.

“Y-Yea sorry, just a bit tired.”

“We could leave the party early if you’d like? I can help us tell Taehyung.”

Jungkook sighed, glancing at his empty cup, “Yea maybe—“ He stopped midway as he looked up to see you leaving your group to head to the kitchen alone, “I”ll get us a few snacks to energise.”

He placed his empty cup on the table, not looking back at his companion as he made his way over to the kitchen.

“Yn,” Jungkook’s voice sounded behind you, “We need to talk.”

Out of all things, you had not expected to hear Jungkook’s voice calling your name that night.

“Talk? We haven’t been talking for a year.” You let your words slip as you finished the remaining alcohol in your cup before refilling it with a non-alcoholic refresher.

Jungkook wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol talking or if it was intentional. He shrugged it off and insisted once more, “Could we talk, please?”

You sighed, nodding your head as you swirled the drink in your cup. “Alright.” Looking up from your cup, Jungkook froze a moment, he noticed the drastic change in your eyes, from how your eyes lit up when you playing Just Dance, to how hurt they looked in front of him.

“I’m shocked that you actually approached me.”

“W-What?”

“I mean seeing how you’ve managed to avoid me for the entire year since I confessed—“

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know how to react to it.” He admitted, “I was stunned and shocked. You were my best friend and to hear those words from you left me speechless.”

“I understand it definitely shocked you and I gave you space but afterwards it just seemed like you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

Jungkook frantically shook his head, “No, no! You misunderstood, I never wanted that. I never wanted to push you away.”

“But it happened.”

He grimaced, knowing that he played a big part in driving a wedge between the two of you. “I know… And I’m really sorry.”

“Then…” You bit your lip as you contemplated your next few words, “Why have you always avoided me ever since?”

Jungkook’s shoulders slumped as he leaned against the counter. “I just didn’t know how to approach you after all this. And after awhile, you seemed to be settling down with a new group of friends and… I didn’t want to disrupt that.”

“So why’d you approach me tonight?”

Jungkook’s eyes darted to the hallway down to the living area before back to you. “I just… I just want to make things right.”

“Make things right?”

“I miss us,” He admits through a heavy breath, “I miss the times when it was you and me. I know I haven’t been the best friend you’ve needed for the past year, and I regret that. But,” Jungkook takes a deep inhale in before continuing, “But if you’re willing to give me a chance to make things right between us, I promise I won’t screw things up.”

As each word came out from his mouth, you felt a lump grow in your throat as you stopped yourself from breaking down into tears. You have been waiting so long to hear those words from Jungkook — to hear that he still wants you by your side.

“It’s been a year,” You choked, “I don’t get why is this suddenly coming up now—“

Jungkook nodded his head as he ran his hand through his hair as an attempt to calm himself down. You could his own emotions getting to him as he blinked repeatedly to stop himself from tearing up.

“After seeing you with Taehyung, it just reminded me of our times together. I never stopped looking out for you ever since. You were my best friend and the past year always felt like something’s missing.”

Just as if you were moving on to a new chapter without Jungkook in the picture, you found him trying to write himself in it.

“I hope I’m not too late, yn. I mean it when I say that I miss my best friend.”

Jungkook cautiously took a step forward towards you, “I’m not asking for an answer now, but, would you consider it?”

You collected yourself and looked him in the eye, thinking of how to phrase your response. You had almost completely given up on the thought of salvaging your friendship with Jungkook that you thought it was the alcohol making you hallucinate the conversation.

“I’ll think about it—“

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you! Here’s your new cup, got a good mix in there.” A well dressed stranger waltzed into the kitchen and approached Jungkook with a cup filled with whatever mixers Taehyung had at the party.

“Oh, hello, you are?”

“Yn.”

She flashed a smile at you, “I’m Yuna, nice to meet you! Do you know Jungkook too?”

You glanced at him with his eyes begging you not to leave as your conversation with him was unfinished.

“Sort of. Sorry, I gotta look for my friends.” You tilted your head slightly towards the two to say goodbye, promptly turning on your heels to leave the scene.

You went straight up to the guest room, closing the door behind you to mute the loud pop music blasting in the living room.

Making your way over to the guest bed, you melted into the mattress, letting out long sigh as your palms covered your face.

Jungkook’s face planted in your memory as he reached out to you for the first time in a year.

A part of you wished he didn’t do it because you were just starting to make good progress moving on from that part in your life. You hated how much of an effect his words had on you.

As much as you hated to admit it, you never wanted to remove Jungkook from your life. Despite trying to give up, you always hoped that things would change.

Now with Jungkook being the one who approached you, maybe it was the right time to make that change.

The click of the doorknob startled you, jolting yourself up to see Taehyung enter the room.

“Had a feeling you’d be here.”

“Really?”

He shook his head, “No, actually Hoseok just saw you enter the room.”

You chuckled before letting your smile falter, eyes drifting to the wooden floor.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing Tae.” You looked back up to smile at him, “It’s your birthday party. You should be out there with the rest. I just need some time away from the loud music.”

Taehyung frowned, making his way over to sit next to you.

“They can entertain themselves. You wanna talk about it?”

“I never told you what actually happened with Jungkook.”

Taehyung knew you never told him the full story. He always had a feeling the story was missing information since the day you told him. Sensing that it was a sensitive topic, he never wanted to pry further. He simply nodded his head, staying silent to let you share on your own terms.

“I confessed to him a year ago. I made things awkward between us which is why we drifted. I tried to act normal and get things back to how it was, but I just made it too uncomfortable for him.”

His heart ached as your voice cracked at the end, sniffling to stop yourself from crying. “He approached me tonight, saying that he wants to make things right. You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to hear him say that. And to finally hear it,” You let out a bewildered chuckle, “Feels like maybe I had too many drinks.”

Taehyung pressed his lips into a thin line. A part of him had already suspected that something awkward had happened between the two of you. Even though he loved being right, he felt awful knowing that his suspicion was right.

“Shouldn’t you be happy then?”

“I should, shouldn’t I?”

“Are you not?”

“I am… But it’s just so unbelievable.”

Taehyung nodded his head, “The guest room is yours for the night to let it all sink in. That’s good news, yn. You should be happy! Show me that charming smile of yours.” He playfully nudged your sides, trying to get a laugh out of you.

You scoffed, slipping a small smile.

“There we go.” He clapped his hands together, “I’ll go get you water to hydrate and snacks so you can camp out here.”

“No, it’s your birthday party, I’ll come out—“

“My birthday wish is that you stay here and take the time you need to process whatever happened tonight. Could you grant me that?”

Taehyung gently took your hand in his, you nodded your head, “Alright, alright. Thanks Tae, I owe you one.”

“You don’t! You’re just granting my birthday wish!” He grinned before heading towards the door to prepare a special delivery for you.

Sitting alone in the guest room once again, your mind drifted back to Jungkook’s words.

Was there really a chance for both of you to return to how things were?

—

After that Friday night, he decided it was best to give you the weekend to think about what he said. Even though he decided to do that, he made him antsy. He knew he had to do something.

So when Jungkook spotted Miya alone at the dining hall, Jungkook had to approach Miya.

“Hey.”

Miya looked up from her food to greet the person only to then look around her surrounding, “Are you looking for Namjoon?”

“No, I’m actually looking for you.”

“Me?”

Jungkook timidly nodded his head, Miya shrugged her shoulders and gestured to the empty seat opposite her.

“Thanks… I need your help,” Jungkook fidgeted with his fingers, “I want to make up for the lost time with yn. I miss being with her.”

Miya sighed, placing her utensils down, “Jungkook… You don’t need my help for that, I’m sure yn will be more than glad to—“

“We had a… Awkward and tense conversation during Taehyung’s birthday party.”

She chuckled, “So that’s why she was acting strange after the party.”

“She was?”

Miya looked back to Jungkook and shook her head, “Nothing. But, I really don’t think I can be of any help.”

She knew how close you were and Jungkook was also one of her first friends in college, so she wanted to help. She knew how much Jungkook meant to you, even just as friends, she knew how important your friendship with Jungkook was to you.

A part of her had always hoped that she would see you and Jungkook together again. Miya watched Jungkook’s expression, sensing nothing but a genuine determination to make things right.

She shrugged her shoulders, “Alright fine, I’ll help you out.” ~~

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I see that ur request is open, u don't have to do mine (I just rly wanna see how this gonna turn out 🤡)

But may i request a yandere farmer x fem reader

(I'm not rly into any fandom so you can just pick any or Rhys is fine too 👀)

My jam, and you know what? I owe everyone named Alex something, so let me create this wonderful buff farmer!yandere named Alex who I don’t kill off this time, I promise. Enjoy!

I uh, did hint at my ideas for yandere farmers with Milo from Pokémon before so yeah. Let’s go over that again, shall we? I’ll give a warning for pet play for those unfamiliar.

Rated Lime

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It’s still early in the morning when you hear the jarring sound of the barn door opening. For a moment, you hope that all you experienced for the last few days had been a dream, but your body still aches from sleeping on the cold ground, revealing the heavy truth. You can hear the chipper, “Good morning, ladies!” as the cows start to moo in response, the unbearable smell of fecal and urine drifting towards you with the fresh air coming in from outside.

It’s time to get up, scream, do something! But you blink a few times, your swollen eyes barely opening after you cried yourself to sleep last night, and you look at the iron cuffs around your wrists. Why even trying? you ask yourself, immediately discarding the thought and pushing yourself from the floor. No, it’s too early to give up. You can’t let yourself down like this yet.

“And good morning, Sunshine.” The voice next to you makes you flinch as you look up into the chestnut eyes of your captor. He tips his cap, smiling. You’re disgusted by his presence alone, but a sweet smell comes your way. Leaning over the wooden barriers he put up as your ‘pen’, Alex holds a plate in his hands, pancakes stacking up on top of it with blueberries rolling off of them. The food is still warm, steam visibly rising from them in the colder morning air.

He looks at you expectantly when you don’t make a move, only trying to hide the saliva building in your mouth. You haven’t had a homemade breakfast in a long time, much less proper food in the last few days. There is no telling if your body can still stomach something as delicious as pancakes, but you prefer it so much more than the weird grain mix he also feeds to the cows and would shove down your throat. “Thought you might be hungry, Babe,” he smiles as he sees the desire in your eyes, his own gaze never straying from you, taking in every last flinch and move of yours.

In a way, you are like a wild animal to him, that much he told you. He restricted your movements with chains, fed you like cattle, and treated you like a dog, cooing and using the carrot and stick method to handle you. It’s disgusting, but by now, you at least feel as dirty as one. Using the fork he brought along, Alex cuts off a piece from the breakfast, eating from it first, his eyes staring into yours as he does it. Did he do it to show he didn’t poison it? Does he want to claim this plate of pancakes for himself? But why would he bring it to you in the first place if that’s the case?

Still chewing, he puts the fork down, pulling another pancake piece off the plate with his bare fingers, and holds it out to you. He was eager to lessen the distance between you and him from day one, but his dirty methods made you want to spit in his face. Stomach growling, you are at a loss of what to do. If you let him feed you like a dog, there was no way he’d keep it at that, but perhaps this was your only chance on receiving actual, human food he’d give you if you refuse him.

Your chains rattle as you scoot closer, refusing to play the captured animal and crawl on all fours. Every muscle of yours is sore and hurt from the cold, but there is no other way, the chains around your wrists and ankles keeping you down with their weight. Instead, you stretch your neck as far as possible, your back tensing up in response until your mouth is under his fingers and the piece of pancake hanging from them. But Alex doesn’t just let the food go, watching you with an excited grin as you carefully put the piece between your teeth. Only then does he let go, and you are able to claim the sweet sensation on your tongue as yours.

Eager, Alex holds out another piece, and you take it without even swallowing the first one completely. Something in you completely set out as your brain is satisfied with sugary sweet and fluffy pancakes melting in your mouth, their warmth going through your whole body. You are hooked on the rush of food, you don’t notice your tongue lapping up the syrup on his fingers with the next piece of pancake until it’s too late. But Alex notices, his lips immediately turning into a disgusting grin of self-satisfaction, and he reaches for your face, fingers curling under your chin and thumb rubbing over your cheek.

Immediately, you shy away, disgusted by his touch and disappointed in yourself that you didn’t see it coming. In the reflection of his wide-open, maniacally staring eyes, you can see how dirty and disgusting you are after living like a barn animal for days, and that is precisely how Alex sees you. An animal that he just touched for the first time. Who came to him of their own free will. To him, it is progress. To you, despair.

“Come,” he entices, luring you with more pancakes, but you feign disinterest. “Don’t be scared now. I know you like it.”

The pancakes? Yes. Him? Not at all.

“You need to eat to get big and strong, you know?”

“I’m not a baby animal,” you hiss back, putting on the meanest glare you can muster.

“You sure act like one,” Alex reminds you tauntingly, his smile unfading but his expression less amused than it had been before. “Licking at my fingers, coming to me for food. Don’t you think that’s what a good pet does? You’ve been holed up in your corner for too long. You should be more grateful for my efforts, just like the cows.”

Gnawing at your lip, your eyes fall from his to the pancake slowly growing cold. Only now do you realize he has been feeding you with these fingers of his without your knowledge if they were dirty or clean. Being a farmer, you never know where he puts them before approaching you, and you grow more disgusted for having fallen into this trap he had laid out for you.

Suddenly, for the first time, you hear him sigh. Even when he scratched his head and wondered what to do with you before, he never once had sighed. Somehow, it makes you shudder, a bad feeling spreading in your stomach as he hangs his head, shaking it.

“I’m not asking much, you know. Here’s the deal.” His eyes are ice-cold as he looks up again, and Alex roughly throws the piece of pancake to the floor right in front of you. It no longer looks appetizing, but you are more afraid of the man before you than the wasted food. “Eat it,” he orders commandingly, fitting this whole scenario he imagines you two to play in.

“Ew, no--” you want to protest, furrowing your brows when he interrupts you harshly by throwing the whole plate, including the pancakes, to the ground inside your pen. “In less than an hour, your whole fucking pen will be swarmed by ants. But I’ve got something better for you.”

Pointing to the piece of food before you, Alex repeats, “Eat it,” and this time, you don’t dare to respond. “Eat, and you can come inside with me.”

At this, your ears perk up, eyes widening. “I-Inside?” you ask, doubting that he meant what he said. “Yeah. I prepared a nice box for you in the house, warm and cozy. Clean water and a hot shower included, but I need to know that you are willing to listen to me, you understand?”

Body trembling, you sit there like a deer in the headlights. This is too good to be true, and you fear how high the price is that you’d have to pay if agreed. Listening to him can’t possibly be the only thing he’d want once you were inside, but you watch as the first few flies come over from the cows, wanting to get a piece of the delicious breakfast wasted on the ground. You’d have no peace if you stayed here - never.

Your hand reaches out but just as quickly pulls back. “What will we do inside?” you squeak, unable to control your anxious stuttering. Now that Alex’s lips curl back into a smile, you see his sinister side for the first time. He is leaning casually onto the barricade, but his whole demeanor changed into something horrifying, something that gives you the vibes of a sick and twisted person more than ever. “Don’t ask, just decide. Eat and come inside with me, or stay here between cows, piss, and shit. Maybe you can be useful for milk production?”

The pure horror of thinking about what that fate would entail makes you go weak, and in less than a few seconds, you had gobbled up the piece of pancake, stuffing it into your mouth. Immediately you feel the recoil of your body after doing something so disgusting, but you hold back from spitting it out, already having come so far. “Good girl,” he praises you in a belittling tone like you’d use for pets and children. Opening up your pen by unlocking the many locks he had put on for safety, Alex doesn’t mind the food on the ground, neither slipping on it and breaking his neck like you hoped for, nor having shards of the plate go through his boots.

“Give me your hand,” he asks, holding his own out until you slowly lift yours into his. The chains are way too heavy, but the fear keeps you working even though your wrists are open wounds from the chafing cuffs. “Good,” he keeps praising, repeating the progress for your other hand. “You’re learning so quickly, look at you. Attagirl!”

You don’t dare to rub your bleeding wrists as they are finally free, but a giant boulder falls from your heart as you feel relief set in. “Damn, you do need a good bath, though,” Alex mutters as he sits down beside you, proceeding to uncuff your ankles. You feel a sense of shame, not being able to smell yourself anymore but not wanting to imagine it either.

Finally, you are free of all restrains, but before you can try doing anything funny, Alex picks you up in his arms, his broad chest in front of your face and the smell of aftershave and sweat filling your nose. You didn’t know that was how he smelled. After all, he brought you here unconscious, and when you woke up, you were already in this shitty pen, cuffed and gagged for the first two days.

“Feeling good?” he asks you as he notices how quiet you’ve gotten, not much left of your spiteful self that would scream and curse at him before. You nod slowly, not looking up. Looking at him from close-up might cause you to puke after all, and you’ve worked too hard to get to this point. Alex gives you a rough, scolding shake, and you instinctively grip onto his shirt. “Tell me.”

“Yes...” you mumble, hoping that will be enough to satisfy him, and Alex gives you another sigh before shrugging lightly and adjusting you in his arms. “That’s something we can work on,” he promises you for another time, and you keep your head low as he carries you outside.

It’s been way too long that you saw the morning dew on the grass, fog covering the fields in the distance, and the sun only starting to fully rise above you. It makes you look up in awe, unknowingly being observed by a curious pair of eyes from above. Being outside again almost makes the trouble worth it, and you are able to find happiness in this small victory.

But you have yet to grasp the consequences of your decision. Even if it looked great in the image you had in your mind, you aren’t aware of the state of the house inside, what was waiting for you behind the pretty facade of a farmer’s home. The demands he has of you that Alex had yet to reveal and how eager he was to train his adorable little darling. Make you just as dependant and obsessed with him as his animals were, while you’d share their place at the end of the bed for a long time.

And you didn’t even know about the collar yet.

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A/N: Oh god, I haven’t written anything in the present tense for a loooong time. I hope it was readable! Sorry in advance if I messed up occasionally, I tried to get everything sorted out properly... >_< Still, a very enjoyable write and I hope the read as well!

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