#lilliths night garden

[mj3llyfish]

Fallen angel!Adam x Moth healer!Reader

Chapter 2: Consolation

(Ch.1) (Ch.2)

Warnings: Swearing, nightmares, more angst, mentions of genitalia, a bit of body dysmorphia

A/n: Tysm for the support on the first fic <33 again I’m new to this writing stuff so pls send feedback if you have any 🫶🏽 Also for this fic I added a bit more focus on Adam as a character because i absolutely HATED how 2 demential they made him in the show 😭

Adam’s dream pov:

Im back..

Back at the garden.

Lillith ran away a few days ago because of what I proposed to her.

When I found her she was with someone else.. the fucking clown

Why him?

Why not me?

Why not me?

What’s wrong with me-?!

3rd pov:

While Adam’s nightmare, about the fateful day he saw Lilith with Lucifer, he hears distant humming in the background. Beautiful humming, mixed with the sound of running water too.

He begins to open his eyes, however it was a challenge for him to do so, because of the hardened crust that formed due to his unwiped tears from last night. He turns his head towards the humming, causing him to groan.

You then stop humming, hearing his groans from afar. “Oh! You’re awake” you say in a happy tone, grabbing a bowl and filling it up with water, along with a cloth. You then walk towards him, sitting on an armchair that was next to the couch that he had been resting on.

Adam tries to get a better look at you by raising his head a bit towards you, but is barely able to do so because of the crust around his eyes blurring his vision. “Are you.. Am I..?” He asks in a low voice, interrupted by a cough.

That’s when it hit you, he’s a new soul. Your warm smile then fades into a worried frown. “Sigh, I’m sorry. But, you’ve passed, you’re in hell now.” You then grab the wash cloth, dipping it in the cold water and placing it on his head. “Just relax, please”

Adam sighs after them, then sitting up on the couch while holding the cloth against his head. “Whyd you take me?” He asks. “You want some dick or something..”

Your eyes slightly widen, out of all the assumptions he could’ve made you didn’t expect it to be that. “What? No I helped you because you looked like you needed help, and you didn’t seem to want to aggressively assault me. That can be difficult to find down here.”

He snarls at you, then standing up from the chair weakly. “Where’s the bathroom? I need to take a wicked hot piss right now” He yawns stretching.

“Down the hall to the left” You say pointing to the hallway. “I can show you if you’d like” You suggest standing from your chair.

“Fuck you, you think I can’t find the shit room by myself?” He snaps, getting defensive because of his fever.

“It’s possible” you admit, as well as intending to messing with him. “But go ahead, I’ll make you something to eat while you’re at it, you must be starving.”

As he stomps to the bathroom he mutters insults under his breath. “Hippie bitch, I can go piss by myself, you wanna hold my dick up for me too motherfucking whore-?”

As he enters the bathroom. He gasps quietly, noticing that big parts of his appearance have changed. He now has big horns, that look exactly like the ones that were on his extermination mask, except one was missing its pointy part entirely. His skin now a reddish grey, as well as his hair but much darker. He spreads his wings a bit, expecting to see his normally feathery wings, but they’ve now turned into dragon like wings.

He sneers at the sight of it, he’s now turned into the thing that he’s hated most. A sinner. An embodiment of the wicked and cruelest parts of humanity.

“Fuck..”

Y/n’s pov:

I continue to make the stranger something to eat, I don’t have much since I haven’t gotten groceries yet, so I’m just serving him some left overs. It always hurts seeing someone get hurt from the extermination, especially when I know I can do much, most people who I want to help after an extermination simply lash out on me, worst than what the stranger had just done now. So I’m getting a little hope.

Sure he’s being quite rude right now, but who wouldn’t be after what he’s been through. He’s probably a new soul, who just fell into an extermination. I can only imagine the relief he’s gonna feel when he finds out hell isn’t always like how he first saw it.

I hear the toilet flush, along with the door opening indicating that he finished his little trip. He goes to sit at the small dinner table next to the kitchen, and I notice that his hands are dry, too dry.

“You’re not gonna wash your hands?” I ask kinda weirded out.

“Umm, and why would I need to wash my hands? My dick is clean enough.” I roll my eyes at his response. “Anyways what’s your name babe?” He asks.

I then become surprised on how much pride he has, to call a stranger who had showed them great kindness and belittle them with such a name “Im sorry, but I am not your ‘babe’” I respond in air quotes. “Secondly my name is y/n, so there is no need for these immature nicknames.”

Adam takes notice of the name, “y/n? Oof, I dated a y/n before. She was so bitchy, maybe all y/ns are” he says in a cocky voice.

“Huh, well I’d love to hear about her sometime I guess.” I then place the plate of pasta to him. “It’s not much but it’s all I have, apologies” I say sitting on the dinner table with him. He then starts to absolutely devour it as if he hadn’t eaten for a month.

I laugh in slight amusement. “what happened? Did you die of hunger or something?” I ask jokingly, unaware of what my gesture of humor would to do him.

He pauses, looking down at the plate of food, his face seems saddened but not wanting to show it. I immediately begin to regret asking such a question.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it. It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it” I say in a worried tone. “I was born here so I wouldn’t know how bad it would feel, to die then enter a place like this. Please, forgive me.” I then place my hand on top of his free one, attempting to comfort him in a way. “So, what’s your name? I’ve been wondering what it is since I brought you here.” I ask trying to distract him from his sadness.

“My name? shit uhh,,, itss Adam.” He seemed a bit scared to ask me, not sure why. Adam seems like a pretty normal name for someone like him.

“It must’ve been scary huh? Falling into an extermination like that, angels come here every once a year to kill us,, it’s horrible.” I explain. “It’s okay, this place isn’t all bad, every now and then you find some nice people. Although they are hard to find.”

Adam stares as I explain a few aspects of hell, I’m glad he’s open to trying to find out how things work around here instead of immediately going on a killing spree like some sinners.

I really do wish that he’ll open up to me soon, and that I can open up to him. I’m not sure where this will go, I just hope that it’ll go well enough.

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[creatorthegod]

Master list

Madness combat

Tricky reader pt 1

Tricky reader pt 2

Tricky reader pt 3

Hanks dream

Yandere Player Au pt 1

Yandere Player Au pt 2

Oh the Dreams (Hank Reader)

Off(the game)

Creepypasta

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Pokepasta boys x lost silver reader

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Tarboy x tar reader 4

Don’t hug me I’m scared(dhmis)

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SCP foundation

Hetalia

Wander over yonder

Over the garden wall

Bad end friends

Gravity Falls

Reverse Dipper x Will reader

The amazing digital circus

The Backrooms

Undertale

Godzilla

Hazbin Hotel

Adam x Lillith's sister reader

Adam and Mammon fight over siren reader (Drawing)

Adam x reader x Mammon(fic of siren reader drawing)

Ahh Real Monsters

Robotomy

Tutenstein

Whatever happened to Robot Jones

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[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

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[tiqalicious]

Eden

Adam and Eve were never the first, only a panicked attempt to fix a grave and terrible mistake. Lilith and Lucifer were the true blessed beings first born in the garden of Eden. They awoke together for the very first time, laying on their backs hand in hand, with all the magnificent, beatiful sights and sounds of perfection laid out right before them, and before they could consider just what to do next, they heard the soft whisper of a calm, patient voice emanating from everywhere around them all at once as if the sky itself spurred them on, speaking only the words "Go forth and experience all that I have to offer you" and with that they walked, hands still intertwined, not only experiencing the sheer perfection all around them, but existing as the very embodiment of perfection itself, knowing nothing but pure, uncompromising love and trust for each other from the moment they opened their eyes.

They spent their days without a care in the world, frolicking through endless fields of perfect ponpon dahlias, etheral plumerias, breathtaking red peonys, and so much more. They swam together beneath waterfalls so giant and magnificent that their beginnings were completely unseen, submerging themselves in water so wonderfully cool and refreshing, one could spend an eternity floating in its languid embrace. At night, they slept atop beds of soft earth below enormous wisteria trees, drifting off to the sounds of its elegant limbs swaying softly in the calm night wind, surrounded by a cacophony of beautiful birdsongs all merging together in a grand, harmonious chorus. They walked amongst animals of all shapes and sizes, each one docile and receptive to their outstretched arms, nothing less than the best of companions. Whenever the mood should take them, the lovers embraced each other for days at a time surrounded by nothing but sheer, endless beauty.

Throughout all this, God watched on in silence, simply revelling in everything he'd created, yet soon enough perfection would be shattered and broken as he took his eyes off the couple to work on so many other breathtaking creations.

On a day so much like any other before it, the couple came upon a great rock wall completely covered with thick, strong vines weaving in and out of each other like a glorious, natural tapestry. The beautiful vines bore a round purple fruit, dotted all across their surface, and so Lillith and Lucifer ran to its base, each plucking a prize and sinking their teeth into the supple, delicious skin, both excited to experience yet another new moment of wonderful, hand crafted bliss. Alas, this fruit was unlike any other freely growing in the garden of perfection, and the the moment its warm, golden juices flowed down past their throats, they found themselves fully awakened for the very first time, thanks to the power of divinity. They stood in stunned silence for just a few moments both reeling from the forbidden knowledge trickling freely into their minds, then finally they began to collect themselves admist their new thoughts, and they wrapped their arms tightly around each other as their spirits departed their bodies, ascending together towards the heavens.

As god turned his gaze back to what he truly considered to be the very best of his creations thus far, he found them locked in that beautiful moment, as they began to embrace divinity... and immediately, his feelings of pure elation and delight were replaced with endless, unfathomable rage. How dare they do this? How dare they even consider it! How could they walk amongst all of his perfect gifts and ever think themselves close to his equal? Yet now, here they came like nothing more than envious, bloodthirsty invaders, determined to force their way into to the halls of his very own private kingdom! As if they could ever hope to stand where he stood or do what he did in any form near as perfect and pure! Thus God decided in that terrible moment that he'd make them regret their mistake.

The clouds above Eden turned dark and ominous as large chunks of hail raced down to the garden, and thunder rang out like an enormous bell, while a hot bolt of lightning split open the sky, and darted straight towards Lillith and Lucifer. So close to completely embracing divinity, they suddenly found themselves screaming as the bolt hit its target, and the couple experienced pain for the first time in their lives, as nothing less than pure, uncontested agony. Their spirits rushed furiously back down to the earth and they found themselves suddenly severed from the source of their new profound understanding as they awoke back in their bodies, soaked and shivering with pain wracking across their very souls. God spoke to them now for the second time, his voice completely devoid of the calm or patience they heard before, replaced with utter fire and fury "YOU DARE TO THINK YOURSELVES MY EQUAL?" his voice boomed from everywhere all around, punctuated by thunder and lighting. The couple looked to the sky, still hand in hand and they sobbed uncontrollably and begged for forgiveness despite no understanding of any wrongdoing, as all they'd ever done up to this very moment was follow his only command. God laughed in their faces, then savoured the moment as he banished them both from the garden. He spent 7 days and 7 nights comprehending his greatest mistake, while Lillith and Lucifer walked the lands beyond Eden together, full of sorrow, confusion, and fear.

At last, God came to understand just where he'd gone wrong in creating absolute perfection. "So great is my power" he spoke to himself "that I almost created my equal! This time, I shall make something flawed and imperfect, to worship me as I deserve" and thus he plucked up two of his mightiest, dim witted beasts and reshaped their function and form, moulding them into his brand new children and naming them Adam and Eve. They awoke much the same as the couple before, hands intertwined with each other, but this time around, God woke them not with a whisper but rather a set of commands. "I am your creator, the one known as God! Your father, your maker, your all! You shall worship nothing and no one but I, and live beneath my all seeing gaze! Be fruitful and multiply, learn, grow, and thrive and be happy and healthy and wise, but never forget who brings you such joy and be thankful for all I provide! The garden is yours to share and enjoy, but heed my words and never set foot near the great wall of vines, for there hide the gates to a place known as hell, full of endless darkness, pain and despair!"

Poor Adam and Eve believed every word they were told, and they never came close to so much as knowing the shape of the forbidden fruit, yet despite their loyalty and endless thanks, God slowly grew bored of his new favourite toys, finding them dull and ugly and slow, compared to his previous work. Over time God turned his back on Eden, then eventually the world altogether, and after a time without his guidance, the garden began to rot. The animals grew angry and hateful and vicious until Adam and Eve fled from the decay and out to the world beyond.

But what then of the glorious, great golden lovers, our divinity touched Lillith and Lucifer? They wandered the earth for a short deal of time, never ageing or sickly or dying, but the world beyond Eden left them hollow and wanting, lacking utterly in the beauty, function, or grace that they'd come to know and love oh so well. For one brief moment, they looked in each others eyes and immediately knew that the other was thinking the same... perhaps time away may have softened God's temper, and he'll welcome us back to his arms? With this hope in their hearts, they followed their steps back to the glorious garden they loved, fully intent on making amends, to be embraced once again by the calm and patience they missed ever so dearly. Slowly but surely, they battled their way through several days worth of great thorned thickets completely surrounding the garden. Thankfully, they found themselves healing quickly from the myriad of deep cuts and bruises they suffered each day as they desperately clawed their way back. When they finally emerged on the other side with a rapturous shout of content, their eyes fell immediately on two frolicking figures far off in the distance, and they felt their hearts break all over again, both immediately understanding the sight before them, of their ever inferior replacements...

#worldbuilding #writing #vtr #God #lillith #lucifer #The Garden of eden #adam and eve

[performingwanderlust]

My character is Baby and I will Die on this hill

I developed my character by first thinking of a nursery rhyme or fairytale. As our group had previously decided, Kayleigh’s character would be the Alice In Wonderland-esque person based on the girl that falls down a tunnel, Paddy would be the henchman Mad Hatter type, and I would be the antagonist that plays into that tale which is the main story we’re creating a play around. I remembered a song that I used to hear as a child on Doctor Who, a nursery rhyme called ‘Tick Tock Goes The Clock’ that the show made creepy and off-key, so I’m using that as my character’s rhyme and am developing my character as obsessed with time, possibly because of their backstory being they were kidnapped by the other characters at the strike of midnight. As an antagonist, I have to be negative somehow, plus I want to incorporate some of my gymnastic abilities into it to have a defining characteristic separate from the other characters, so I watched the Taylor Swift Reputation Tour on Netflix for inspiration. This album is very angry and raw, like I want my character to be, focusing on the two songs I Did Something Bad and Don’t Blame Me. These two songs are based around revenge and becoming crazy in the eyes of others, which I think my character could be based around, as she is the antagonist so has to represent something that goes wrong in the play; this can take inspiration from lyrics in these two songs such as, “They say she’s gone too far this time” (Taylor Swift - Don't Blame Me, 2022). Now that I’ve figured out what my character represents and the rhyme she’s based off of, it’s time to think of an animal like the other characters in the play. The songs I’ve looked at have tour videos of Taylor Swift performing very jerky movements with angry stares and different levels throughout. The jerky movements and levels has given me a few ideas for my character’s animal and movement: a lizard or amphibian makes very fast jerky movements, as well as the animals being stereotyped as sneaky or creepy, which is exactly what I want my character to be; for my costume as a lizard-human hybrid, I can mix black and green colours together and get a tail as well as use masks like the rest of the characters are doing. Lastly, I had to think of a name, for what’s in a name? A lot that I thought of were revolved around mythical creatures and the night, but I eventually settled on the name of Lillith, which in Jewish translates to ‘night monster’ and in the Bible refers to Adam’s first wife before Eve whom got cast out of the Garden of Eden for having her own ideas and not wanting children, which is a very powerful character. So, my character: a crazy, sneaky, lizard-human hybrid that wants revenge and due to her insanity is the antagonist of the play and does something by accident to change the plot. Next plan is for everyone to create a plot around these characters, because once we all understand the people in the play, it’ll be easier to make the play.

Readings: Youtube.com. 2022. [online] Available at: <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4IMjNn_HVY> [Accessed 9 May 2022] ; Youtube.com. 2022. [online] Available at: <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAzLTY_V6rM> [Accessed 9 May 2022] ; Youtube.com. 2022. [online] Available at: <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3CBhrZf2AKM> [Accessed 9 May 2022] ; Genius Lyrics. 2022. Taylor Swift - Don't Blame Me. [online] Available at: <https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-dont-blame-me-lyrics> [Accessed 9 May 2022] ; Encyclopedia Britannica. 2022. Lilith | Definition & Mythology. [online] Available at: <https://www.britannica.com/topic/Lilith-Jewish-folklore> [Accessed 9 May 2022].

#character sheet #character analysis #performance #New Media Performance #taylor swift

[heelsandpanties]

“Ohhh, so you like them bigger?” she asks, unfazed. Though she tries to keep a neutral face, it was hard not to be amused over how easily flustered you were.

She starts to walk to your living room. “You know, I kinda wanna watch that movie now. Do you have it?” She turns to you, walking backwards. “We’ll watch it together, like a little date.”

-Camie

I bury my face again, this time my whole face blushing red. "Camie!" I follow her in to the living room. "Yeah I have it, it's downloaded so I just have to open the app on my t.v." I turn everything on and get the movie started before hoping on the couch next to you. "A-a date? I um, haven't been on a date in a long time." I pull my legs up on the couch and look over at you. "What else do you normally do?"

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[revelation19]

Just curious, where does the myth of Lilith in the garden actually come from? There's obviously no torah connection so when was her story created and by who?

Lillith is a creation of the authors of the Babylonian Talmud in the 3rd-5th century AD... a couple thousand years after the Torah. They basically came up with the backstory that Lilith was Adam’s first wife and that God created her from the dust just like Adam. She rebelled against Adam because she didn’t want to submit to him. After that, theres about a thousand interpretations of what happened to Lilith. The earliest Jewish sources say that she returned to the dust. More mystic sects like Kabbalah say that she was an emanation of God and that she merged with Samael (who is basically the devil). Some modern occultists/Satanists think that she is Satan’s wife or a goddess of some kind. It all gets pretty fuzzy.

So some Jewish mystics came up with the idea of Lillith, but where did they get the idea? Well, there’s only one reference to the Hebrew word “lillith” in the entire Old Testament and it’s Isaiah 34:14. That passage is about God’s judgment on the nations and he says that their cities will become desolate and inhabited by wild animals. The animals listed are jackals, ostriches, “desert creatures,” wolves, the hairy goat, “the night monster” (lilith; לִּילִ֔ית), tree snakes, and hawks. 

Translators have had a lot of trouble with that word lilith and it’s hard to make sense of it, especially in the context. So when you have trouble translating a word, a lot of times you look at its cognates in similar languages. Now the Babylonian Talmud was written by Jews who were steeped in the culture of the ancient near east. So when they find a word like lilith and they are trying to make sense of it, they were probably reading it through the lens of Sumerian, Akkadian, Assyrian, and Babylonian literature... all of which have similar words that refer to supernatural/occult/demonic creatures (lili & lilitu). This all comes from the root of these words being “evening/night.”

So the Talmudic authors probably read that word, knew that similar words in nearby cultures meant “night demon/night monster” and just back tracked and conjured up this whole back story to give to this obscure reference that only occurs once in the whole bible. It’s basically a fan fiction written by Jewish Mystics. 

The craziest part is that “night monster” isn’t even that good of a translation. Given the context, God is saying that unclean animals are going to inhabit the cities of the nations when he judges them. He lists a few specific animals, but he also lists a couple general categories, desert animals and nocturnal animals. The ESV does a good job in translating it “night bird.” God isn’t saying that there is some female demonic being that is going to haunt Edom, he’s saying that they will be judged and that unclean animals will take their place.

#Anonymous #Lilith

[deathleadsarc]

@creepiitus​ sent:  Lethargic, perhaps, but how could this scoundrel possibly sit still in the night -- knowing that an alarming beauty lays at his side. Bare. Naked. Ripe. He simply must have a bite, lest he drift off on an empty stomach.

 ​A long day sees that he can do little more than roll over in the sheets -- draping himself at her lower portion. Kissing 'long the curve of her side... all until he finds one supple hip to take between greedy lips. Dreamdust mingles in his gaze, but he always -- always -- manages to lock eyes with his Lillith.

Always makes sure she knows how hungry she makes him.

And with that his teeth sink in, marking his woman as his. And indulging in the sweetest nectar the garden could ever give! But ah -- not all poisons are bitter, and he is well at peace with the toxins that invade him.

Say... wasn't he sleepy but a moment ago? Bruising his beloved poison seems to have reignited the groaning in his throat, like an engine revving... awakening more sordid desires.

          Sleep keeps its hold on her conscious, even as the weight and feel of her lover presses against her lower form ( warming her more completely than even the hottest of fires ). The light creeps through lashes, allowing for the blurry imagery of the still darkened room to fade into vision - groggily moving a heavy arm to find where her lovers crown of ebony silk rests, raking fingers through the curtains of hair, he lay right near her lower half -- ahh, of course. His favorite resting place.

    If the supple groan of appreciation was not enough to inform him that she had awakened, then surely meeting half lidded crimson would. She seeps into the ravenous gaze of the stormy ocean, waves of that vermillion color thrashing to maintain contact despite the threat of sleep that looms over the mind. There is not a worry more when he bites however ( fully snapping awake, a shriek of delighted surprise at that piercing pain ), the rush of adrenaline refusing to relent. Her soft sleepy voice breaks through the desire to moan, slowly and quietly speaking into the darkness. 

          “ You have marked me so significantly upon my very soul that there is no need for bruises... But you are such a visual man, and so very, very hungry - so might I give you something else to bite too? My, most beloved - ahh. ”     Dearest, darling Lucifer. Devour your love, wholly and completely. No matter the time or distance between, she will always remain yours.     “ I love you, Solf. Hold me tightly, devour me whole. ”

#creepiitus #answered #suggestive cw #❥ Maestro to Aria ; Our Eternal Symphony of Love | HER LUCIFER SOLF #*cries* they're so in love .... #i love Theyy so much

[visionofnoxus]

🗝️ On Swain finding Lillithe in a compromising position. Perhaps... stuck between the partition of the confessional. Her hips stuck and her amble bottom on display. ||~♱💒🥀💒♱~ asked as @crucifix-and-the-rosary

🗝️ On my muse finding yours in a compromising position. 

@crucifix-and-the-rosary

The determined pace led the Grand General forward in stride. Each step sent a small echo down the temple’s corridors as the reinforced boots met the marble floor. Evening had fallen on Noxus Prime and the devoted clergy of Kindred, just as the pious masses, had vacated the cathedral, only an occasional guard patrolling breaking the silence. This made it all the more strange that the Grand General, who was known not to be most devoted to the divines, was here. So what did he seek then?

His path took up a flight of stairs and deeper within the temple-complex, to one of the small courtyard-gardens within the sanctum. At the entrance, Swain noted her shroud and vestments placed to rest on a stone bench, neatly folded and waiting for their owner to return. Inhaling the dry and cool air of the night, he thought about the day. Extremely hot, even for midsummer. No doubt the holy mother had been boiling alive within her layered “uniform”, wherein she’d been stuck the entire day without reprieve. The man let his gaze scan the gardens, spotting the high priestess herself sitting by the fountain at the center. Slowing down, he approached. 

Lillithe had left her outermost layer of clerical robes by the doorway, but apparently it had not been enough. On the edge of the fountain laid another robe, worn underneath the vestments. Now, the lithe woman was down only to her long chemise, though while thin, it did protect her modesty very well. She was absent mindedly staring at the fountain, clearly in her thoughts and unaware of the general’s presence, beautiful but sad eyes looking at nothing while her nimble fingers played with the water-surface. For once, her hair was not covered, the dark locks cascading freely down on her shoulders. 

Stopping a few paces away, Swain straightened himself up. “Miss Lillithe”. The reaction was immediate. The woman was startled by his voice, letting out an involuntary squeal, tripping over and falling into the shallow fountain with a splash. The general grimaced mentally, stepping closer to see if she was hurt or needed assistance. And he came face to face with the flushed high priestess, her visage colored scarlet as she laid awkwardly in the fountain, supported by a single arm that stopped her from submerging.

The modest chemise had now turned on the priestess, betraying her the second it had become wet. The expensive cloth clung to her skin, displaying the long legs and shapely thighs. The pale fabric had turned nearly transparent, showing her taut stomach and perky breasts, Lillithe’s bright colored nipples standing sharply against the wet fabric, provoked by the cool water of the fountain. Her face was a mixture of embarrassment and shame, staring at her liege in horror at the entire situation. She was unable to talk, attempting to say something, anything at all, but remaining mute. All she could do was sit there on display, taken captive by her own head while the Grand General took in the sight of all she had to offer.

A moment passed, the general looking at her, his expression a mystery. Then, the man stepped up on the edge of the fountain, offering a hand for her to grasp. “Come, let’s get you out of those wet clothes and then we can talk, miss Lillithe”.

#sinday asks #nswfish #crucifix-and-the-rosary

[sourpatchlegacy]

Weird parents

Saphy: Hey Bloomer, you going to the school carnival tomorrow? If so can I tag along with your family?

Bloomer: Maybe, my family said it was really inconvenient to be in the middle of the day.

Saphy: Same here. why are our families so weird?

Bloomer: Good question. Mine say they are gardening all night then they sleep all day. They say they grow “special” plants... I don’t know but they rarely eat meals with us either.

Saphy: No way... mine too but my now my Aunt Lillith brews a big pot of mac’n cheese in the backyard.  They are so strange.

#sosblg1 #sweetorsourberry #sourpatchlegacy #schoolcarnivalts4 #vampiresandwitchessims4

[lunarnebulae]

Dating Sim Tropes

REPOST and fill in with details about your muse as if they were a character in a dating sim.

Name: Lillith Mohn

Nickname: Lillie

Their Profession: Aether Foundation Researcher

Where they can be found:

Morning: Unavailable

Afternoon: The Garden in the Aether Foundation

Evening: Hau’oli City

Night: Ten Carat Hill

Favorite food: Sweets

Favourite alcoholic drink: Wine

Favourite trait (romance, passion, sexuality, talent, flirtation, sentiment, joy): Romance

Where they would go on a date: Exeggutor Island, the beach by Hau’oli, Mt. Lanakila

Ideal gift: Flowers, Cookies, Ice Cream

How many dates until they go to bed: 3

Stolen from: @abelladxnna

Tagging: YOU, YES YOU

#{dash games;; let’s catch a pokemon!}

[words4bloghere]

In the Beginning

They all used to pray. Even the Big Guy. It was outlawed to speak the Creator’s name, but they were demons.

Many of the smaller ones, the ones from the lower tiers, wept as they did so. Before the halls of Hell even had one soul, it was full of weeping.

It was rumored those smaller ones disappeared to be shades.

Over the years, the prayers stopped and their angelic threads finally, completely, turned to bitter rot.

Save for one.

An Angel prays through song. But weeping and screaming during a Fall don’t really help the throat.

Crowley, out in the Garden, looked up at the sky. He had prayed after the Fall. He didn’t want to go back, as he had never been happy up there, but he didn’t see why it had to be an All or Nothing kind of deal. Maybe he could stay here, in the Garden. He knew the humans were to be tested, and no snotty Angel was going to want to test them.

“OoOoH what if we are punished for their failure?”

Crowley hissed in displeasure. They covered up their cowardice with privilege. It wasn’t as if the Divine God themself would allow for the exquisite Metatron to debase himself as some sort of trickster for the humans. Let the stupid putti do that.

“God, you saved me from the fools before, save me once again.” Crowley muttered as he clambered through the dense foliage.

He could do it. He would do it if they would let him stay. It was nice here. Not great, but nice. There was no conflict to change things but at least there were creatures to annoy and different things to eat. (The roses gave him a twisting gut though.)

“Let me stay.” Crowley whispered. “Let me have the peace you promised us all up there. I never got the chance.”

He was glum. Not quite self-pitying like the other demons, just put out. He wondered why he had been made at all if he was just going to come out wrong.

“You’re never wrong.” Crowley said as he tried to barter. “And my Divine Purpose couldn’t’ve been to end up damned. That’s not fair.”

There was a clearing and a light ahead. There was no need for a light in the Garden and the nights were filled with the ethereal twinkling of the stars anyway.

“An Angel.” Crowley determined in a mocking tone. He slithered away till he found a private place. There was no one here he really wanted to talk to, not really. Maybe one, if she was as interesting as he hoped.

More than the Garden, Crowley really did like the Woman. She was shaped by the Creator but made, literally, of Man. She was the first earth made thing and that pleased Crowley for some reason. Created, but with the imperfect dust in her very blood.

It made her special. Unlike anything else in the whole Garden.

Adam named her, of course, which irked Crowley. She should have her own name, and her own place in all this mess.

When she ultimately found him, on that night, Crowley was surprised.

“And what are you called?” Her voice, like wind, made him jump in the branches.

“Ah, well, ehm.” Crowley cleared his throat and hid behind some leaves. “I’m Crowley. Now. Wasn’t before. Didn’t much like that name though. Too many syllables.”

Crowley babbled as he darted over branches, trying to escape her curious eyes.

“You can change your name?” She asked. Questions, only questions so far. Adam made statements and this one questioned. That wouldn’t do her any good, Crowley knew that from experience.

“Sure. Hey, should you be here?” Crowley asked. He was sure there had been that same Angel guarding this tree. The Angel that kept getting distracted to go look at something.

“Should you? Did Aziraphale let you in here too?” The woman asked. Crowley stopped on a branch, making a face as he tilted his head back and forth.

“Not quite.” Crowley admitted.

The woman’s face suddenly appeared as she moved some of the leaves. She looked surprised, but not disgusted.

“Why do you look like that?” She asked.

“A little bit of everything isn’t it? I like it. I used to look like the Angel.” Crowley remarked.

“Your eyes.” She said and Crowley turned his head. “They look like his sword.”

He puffed up a bit at that.

“How can I change?” She asked suddenly and Crowley deflated.

“Nothing changes here. You’d need conflict for that.”

“How do I find conflict?”

“By making a choice. Usually one that contradicts what someone else has said.”

“What is a choice?”

Crowley sighed and ambled over the branch. He bumped into a jeweled fruit and quite suddenly had an idea.

“God told you not to eat of this tree.” Crowley said. He didn’t know what was so special about this tree, it seemed much like the others. The fruit didn’t even taste that great and it had a sizeable pit.

“You just have to ask yourself, do you want to try it?” Crowley asked.

The woman looked at the tree, at the fruit that Crowley had begun to coil around.

She nodded.

“I do.”

A simple vow, a simple choice. Crowley moved away from the fruit and the Woman grabbed it.

“Mind the stone. It would hurt you given half a chance.” Crowley advised as she bit into it. Sure enough, she winced and moved the fruit in her mouth. She spat the pit onto the dirt.

“How do you feel?” Crowley asked.

“Much the same.”

“You’ll be surprised what choices will do to you. Sometimes it’s a delayed reaction.”

“What did your choices bring you?”

“Damnation.”

“I feel I am destined for the same.” The woman looked down at the fruit in her hand.

“I will be here, if it’s any consolation.” Crowley jumped down from the branch and landed at her heel. He curled around the fruit pit. “Don’t step on it.”

The woman laughed, still sounding like wind.

“You have surely aided in my fall but seek to protect my heel? Your priorities are misaligned my friend.” She replied, not unfriendly.

Crowley ignored her and took the pit into his jaws and cracked it. The inside was arsenic and a spicy treat.

“So what has changed?” Crowley asked.

“Me.” The woman resolved and took another bite. “And my name is too little for what I am.”

“Really? I think Eve is nice. You’re on the cusp of things, a bringer of things.”

“No, I am a bearer of things.” The woman looked back down at the fruit. “I bear the fruit. To my husband and of my husband. The fruit is damned but I bear it.” She sounded bitter now and Crowley started to feel guilty.

“What will you be called then?”

“Lillith.” The woman said.

When Crowley watched her walk away, he felt that familiar sadness. In the morning, God would know. In the morning, the humans would fall.

He climbed back up the tree to look at the stars.

The Alleluia came softly. It was the way they warmed up. Crowley sang it to himself before the math started in his head.

The Divine numbers that set the scales and time. It fed him notes and he sang, louder as his essence ached.

The rejoice turned into apology and then sorrow. He had been abandoned and he was lonely. The Angelic language burned in his throat but Crowley sang. It was mournful and full of regret.

Just not regret for his actions. He did not mourn his place in heaven.

“Who’s there?” A nervous voice now. Crowley hid and looked down. In the dark, the Angel was illuminated by his flaming sword. He was of the Cherubim, in the same Sphere Crowley had as a Seraph.

“Zophiel? It’s not funny.” The Angel said still looking around. After finding no one, the Angel pouted.

By the eternal fire, an Angel that pouted!

“That’s my song.” The Angel muttered.

Crowley almost fell out of the tree.

“The singing Angel is gone.” Crowley stated as he climbed down. The Angel jumped but waited as he made his way earthward.

“And what are you doing here?” The Angel asked. He sounded authoritative but underneath was a thread of anxiety. This Angel wasn’t supposed to have let Lillith through, let alone this creature.

Someone might get in trouble.

Crowley grinned as best he could with the scales.

“My job. Someone has to.” Crowley added and the Angel blustered.

This one wasn’t like the others, Crowley decided. He might actually be worth conversing with.

#ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale x crowley #jax writes #crowley drinks respect women juice

[blazogirlsoneshots]

The Letter (Part 2) (Edmund Pevensie x reader)

A/N: @mischiefmakerliesmith5 and @edmunds-torch requested for a second part. I hope this is you wanted!

Dear Ed,

You are an inconsiderate prick. You can’t just leave a girl with no warning. If you wanted to break up with me you could’ve done it over a letter or something instead of being a coward and dropping off the face of the Earth.

Obviously, I’m mad. Did you think I wouldn’t? Actually mad isn’t the right word; I am livid.

Underneath all this rage is mostly just heartache though. Where are you, Edmund?

Why would you leave all of Narnia? It wasn’t like you weren’t happy ruling. I know you well enough to know what you’re like when you’re happy and for the last couple of years, I have never seen you happier.

Even if you weren’t, but that’s not possible (right?), why would your siblings leave? Oh Aslan, what if you guys died!

Really, what if you did? What would I do without Lucy, always making flower crowns and trying her hardest to lock us together in a closet; Susan, getting upset that I have straw in my hair from being in the stables for too long and playing with my hair whenever she needed to calm down; and Peter, always being the big brother and trying to get me to get on the Splendor Hyaline although he knows that I’m deathly afraid of boats.

Eyes. I miss your eyes. The deep dark brown that can swallow you whole if you stare in them too long is like oxygen to me. And now look, I’m suffocating.

Memories don’t want to leave me alone for some stupid reason. I don’t want to remember. I don’t want to cry anymore.

Your early morning/ late night thoughts were my favorite. You would come up with little things like, “What if all the vegetables have souls?” and, my personal favorite, “What if birds aren’t singing, they’re screaming?” Dammit, I’m remembering.

Even going to one of Lucy and Susans’ balls would be fun right now. I would be able to witness that stupid look you get on your face when you try to talk to girls. I think it’s mostly made of discomfort though.

Verifying my feelings for you took forever. At first, I thought the flutters in my stomach I got from watching you spend hours trying to get me to smile at only god knows what hour in the morning was the beginning stages of the stomach flu. Then, I watched as that lady from Archenland kissed you in the garden and I wanted to rip her head off. That was probably was one of our more heated rows. What would I give to fight with you again?

Ensuring Narnia’s safety should be my number one priority right now. For some reason, everyone keeps on looking to me for guidance. They think that because I was, am, so close to you guys I would be a great leader. I don’t know if I can do that.

Really, the oddest thing about this whole ordeal is that I haven’t started screaming yet. When Mr. Tummnus came into the library and told me that you had gone missing I didn’t cry. The only thing I could do was breathe and ask what was need of me. I think I was numb for the last month. But look, I’m mad at you so feeling must be returning.

You would know exactly what to say right now. You would say, “If everything happens to go to hell tomorrow, at least I made you smile today.” Then you would wrap your arms around me and we stay like that for hours.

The smell of your hair is like a wonderful cross between oak wood and the Earth after heavy rain. For some reason every time I would say that you would bury your face deep into my neck and mutter something under your breath. Why did you do that and what did you say?

Hearing the sound of the piano is like a punch to gut. I loved watching you play in the astronomy tower. It took five weeks to convince the staff to move it there because they didn’t quite understand the intoxicating effect of music and moonlight. You got me addicted to it.

I’ve given up on trying to stop the memories. Just thinking about those stolen nights is causing a tear in my heart to rip open. I didn’t tell you that I love you enough.

Not going on that hunting trip was the biggest mistake of my life. I was so tired from the weeks of preparing for the announcement of Peter and Lilliths’ engagement that a simple hunting trip sounded like sleighing a dragon. My last memory of you is that smile you shot over your shoulder as you rode away. I can’t believe I let you go.

Giant armies are gathering in the south. I’ll charge into the battle thinking of you. I have to go now. I’ll protect Narnia for you; I promise

I love you,

Y/N

A Telemarine soldier gently folded the letter back up and tucked into his pocket. He kneeled down and carefully closed the eyes of the body of King Edmund’s lover. A small tear trickled down his face.

“I’m very sorry you were separated from your love. I hope I helped relieve the pain. I’m sorry.” He got up and walked away. Caspian, first of his name, now had a country to rule.

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#edmund pevensie x reader #edmund pevensie #Edmund #The Chronicles of Narnia #The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe #the voyage of the dawn treader #prince caspian #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #x reader #x reader imagine

[heelsandpanties]

"Awww, he is." She pokes your plush, feeling how soft it is. "Looks like it was made well too."

She smiles at how excited you are over the little thing, and her smile twists into something else. "You know, I was kinda expecting to see something dirty or whatever to be in there."

-camie

My cheeks flush red at the comment and I bury my face in the plushy. "Well.... i usually get those delivered over night... to prevent people from grabbing them for me...." I look up at her "Plus.... the box would be a bit bigger than that one if it was something dirty."

#lilliths.camie #lilliths rp #lilliths night garden

[chobit92]

Small World: Joseph/OC Part 31

Jacob finally comes home...

Warnings: Rape (Mentioned)

(Next Day: Joseph and John are sat at the kitchen counter with coffee. It’s barely 5am.). John: I’m sorry about last night. Joseph: Let’s forget about that. Everything is going to be different now. We are picking Jacob up from the shelter today. We are finally going to all be together again. John: I can’t believe it. (Joseph has explained to John that Jacob is going to need both of them. He has told John how broken he is. John has said that he can stay here with them of course. Lillith appears. She looks tired as she enters the kitchen and makes herself a coffee.). Lillith: You guys are up early. John: Hm. I know. Lillith: Are you working today? John: No. I’m going to take the day off. Me and Joseph are going to pick Jacob up from the shelter. Lillith: Okay. Is he staying here? John: Well of course he is. Where else would he stay? Lillith: Okay. You don’t need to bite my head off. I was only asking. John: Sorry. Lillith: You feeling a little rough? John: Yes. I am. Are you happy? Lillith: No. I want you to stop drinking so much. And using those awful drugs. John: I will. Lillith: You’ve been saying that for years John. John: I know. Only this time I mean it. Lillith: Okay. (She sits down at the counter with them.). John: You don’t mind Jacob coming to live with us? Lillith: Of course not. I can’t wait to meet him. John: Did you want breakfast? I was thinking about doing some bacon and eggs. Lillith: That would be nice. You know I don’t like eggs though. John: I know. I’m going to do sausages too. (He smiles at her before getting up and making a start on breakfast.). John: You know I have been thinking. Lillith: Don’t hurt your head. John: Funny. (Lillith smiles at him.). John: I was thinking that I could rent an apartment for Jacob. So that he has his own place. I could rent one for you as well Joseph. Lillith: Awww. That’s nice of you John. It’s okay if they live here with us you know? John: I know. It’s just going to be a little cramped. I could always buy a bigger apartment. Or a house. Joseph: You don’t have to move John. Nor do you have to rent me and Jacob an apartment. We will be fine here. John: Are you sure? Joseph: Yes John. (Lillith is staring at the table. She now can’t shake the thought of John buying a house. With a garden and extra bedrooms...For their children.). Joseph: Lillith are you alright? Lillith: Excuse me. (She gets up and runs down the hall. John frowns.). John: Can you watch the breakfast? Joseph: Of course. (John goes down the hall and into the bedroom. He walks over to the closed bathroom door and knocks on it several times.). John: Lillith what’s wrong? (She opens the door wiping her eyes. She smiles at him.). Lillith: Nothing. John: I know you. There’s something wrong. Lillith: There isn’t. Just...You talking about houses. Reminded me how much I’d like a house with a garden and... John: And? (She sighs and walks past him.). Lillith: Let’s get some breakfast. (John follows her back to the kitchen.). John: And what? Lillith: It doesn’t matter. Because it’s not happening. I’m just being stupid. Okay? John: Okay. (She wraps her arms around him and kisses him. He then goes back to the cooker.). Joseph: Is everything alright? Lillith: Fine. Joseph: It doesn’t help to keep things to yourself. (Lillith laughs.). Joseph: It doesn’t. Lillith: Right. John: Are you on or something? Lillith: What? (Lillith bursts out laughing.). John: Well I just wondered if you were hormonal. You are acting rather oddly. Lillith: I am not acting oddly. I was just... John: Thinking about me buying a house? Lillith: Yes. I just... (John suddenly turns away from the cooker and gawps at her as if she’s grown an extra head.). Lillith: What? John: Are you...Nesting? Lillith: What? (Lillith laughs.). John: Are you pregnant? Lillith: No. (She stares at him.). John: Are you sure? Lillith: Yes I’m sure. Now you’re the one that’s acting ‘oddly’. John: Well you haven’t mentioned getting a house in a long time. Lillith: You’re the one that mentioned it. John: Hm. (Lillith sighs and finishes her coffee. She then sees Joseph gazing at her.). Lillith: What’s that look for? Joseph: I have no look. Lillith: Yes you do. You get this look Joe. It’s quite similar to the look John gets. Joseph: I guess I was just thinking. Lillith: Hm. Another one that’s thinking. I don’t know how you guys think at this hour. (John places a plate of buttered bread on the counter. He then brings over some plates before serving breakfast while Lillith makes more coffee. They then sit down and eat.). Lillith: Did you want me to come with you? (Joseph goes to say something but John beats him to it.). John: No. You stay here. Clean the apartment. Dig out the spare bedcovers. Make up a bed for Jacob on the other sofa. Lillith: Clean the apartment? Hm. A woman’s work is never done. I was going to go shopping with Franky. We need a few things. John: No we don’t. And anything we do need I can get while we’re out. Just make sure that the chores are done. Lillith: I always make sure the chores are done. I do everything. John: You do everything? I’m the one that goes out to work. Lillith: I told you that I could look for a job. John: No need. Lillith: So you complain because I don’t go out to work but you don’t want me to have a job? John: What I want is for you to stay here and clean the apartment. Joseph: The apartment’s fine John. Jacob isn’t going to care about any of that. John: Well I care. (Joseph sighs.). John: What? Lillith: It’s alright Joe. That’s all I am. I am the girl that cleans, cooks and wipes John’s ass. That’s the only reason he allows me to live with him. (John suddenly looks enraged.). John: What?! Joseph: John. John: You do not ‘wipe my ass’. I am perfectly capable of- Joseph: Stop this! Please! (There is silence.). Joseph: Jacob is coming home today. I will not have this petty arguing. It isn’t necessary and Jacob doesn’t need it. (John glares at Lillith.). Lillith: Don’t look at me like that. I was only saying it how it is. John: Well don’t. (She sighs and gets up going to the bedroom.). Joseph: Why do you have to do that? John: Do what? She’s always trying to pick a fight. I think she likes the drama. Joseph: No John you do. She wasn’t trying to pick a fight. I think she just feels unappreciated. John: What? Oh it’s just her hormones. Joseph: No. You do treat her a little like a live in maid rather than your fiancée. John: No I do not! Joseph: Go and apologise to her. Talk to each other. It does no good keeping things to yourselves and not telling each other how you feel. Whenever Lillith tries to tell you how she feels you lose your temper. Now she is starting to lose hers. It’s only going to get worse. Go talk to her. John: I’m eating my breakfast. (Joseph sighs and shakes his head. John sighs, slams down his fork, and gets up going to the bedroom. Lillith is lying in bed with the sheets pulled over her head. He slides in next to her and gets under the sheets with her.). Lillith: What? John: Joseph thinks that we should talk. Lillith: I can’t talk to you John. Every time I try you just get mad. John: What is the problem? Lillith: I just...I love you. John: I know you do. Lillith: But that’s exactly it you don’t. John: I do. You tell me several times a day Lily. Lillith: But you don’t love me. So you don’t know what it feels like. John: I do love you. Of course I love you. How could I not? Lillith: But you don’t act like you love me. Sometimes it feels as if you hate me and you’re fed up of me being me here. John: I’m sorry. Lillith: Can you just...Not hit me anymore? John: Okay. (She kisses him.). Lillith: Just...Try and calm down. When you feel yourself getting angry maybe you should just take a deep breath and go out onto the balcony for a few minutes or something. (He mumbles under his breath.). John: Just take a deep breath. Lillith: I’m serious. You need to find something that helps you deal with your anger. Helps you keep it under control. John: I did find something. Lillith: Not the drugs or the booze. You think they help but they don’t. I know you don’t like the idea of going to counselling but I only suggested it because I found that it helped me. I know it’s horrible sitting there talking to some ‘idiot in a tie who thinks he knows everything’ but it helps to talk. After the rape I had so much in my head. I couldn’t deal with it and I didn’t know how to. But talking to someone about what I thought. What I felt. It helped. And they explained things to me in a way that helped me to see how I could let it go and start moving on. John: I don’t see how. What they say some magic words and suddenly you were cured? Lillith: Of course not. Nobody is ever cured. We carry our issues with us all our lives. We carry the stress and the burdens of everything that we have been through just like we carry scars. But they helped me to see that the rape wasn’t my fault. It was the man’s fault. Not mine. If you really don’t want to try it then I can’t make you. But I think that you should at least give it a go. John: Okay. Lillith: Okay? John: Okay. (He kisses her head then gets up.). John: But we need to get up because Jacob is coming home today. Lillith: You’re worried aren’t you? John: No. Lillith: Yes you are. It’s okay. To be worried. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling to get your brother back after all these years and then find your other brother too. It’s a lot. (He sighs.). John: I just...I don’t remember much about Jacob. Lillith: You were only a toddler at the time. John: I just...I don’t want him to think that I just forgot about him. Lillith: He isn’t going to think that. This has to be hard for him too. From what Joseph has said about him he has a lot of issues of his own that he’s struggling with. Now he’s reuniting with his two younger brothers. I bet it’s a lot for him too. But I have hope. Hope that everything’s going to be fine. That it’s going to be better now. You guys all have each other and you have me too. (She wraps her arms around him. He hugs her back.). John: God I really don’t deserve you. Lillith: Nope. (She laughs. They return to the kitchen and finish breakfast. John then makes more coffee. They sit at the counter in silence for a while.). Lillith: So you want me to clean the apartment? Joseph: You don’t have to. John: It’s okay. Lillith: What do we need from the shops? John: I said I would get the shopping. Lillith: I don’t mind doing it. John: Okay fine. I’ll write a list. Feel free to add whatever you would like. You too Joseph. Joseph: I don’t need anything. (Lillith finishes her coffee and gets up. She fills the sink with water and starts washing up. John takes a notepad and pen out of the drawer and starts opening cupboards writing things down as he goes. He then opens the fridge and jots down a few more things.). John: Shopping list done. I’ll leave you my card. Lillith: Okay. (Joseph picks up the tea towel and starts to dry up. Lillith smiles at him. He smiles back.). * (Lillith is sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee. She has done the shopping and cleaned the apartment. She has also bought new blankets and pillows for Joseph and Jacob. She has left the blanket and pillow folded on the sofa. The sofa bed has been moved so that it is now lying down against the wall next to the balcony doors with the pillows and blanket laid out on it. Ready for Jacob. There are several candles lit on the coffee table. Lavender scented. She wonders why they have been gone so long and whether or not something’s happened. She sits there sipping the coffee thinking about them all living here together. It’s going to be cramped. The apartment isn’t small but it only has one bedroom. She is sure that Jacob and Joseph would want their own room. Joseph said he doesn’t mind but she wonders whether he just says that to be polite. She finishes her coffee and gets up putting her mug in the sink. She hears the door to the apartment open and turns around. John is the first to walk in followed by Joseph who is leading a man by the arm. Jacob. Lillith stares at him. He looks thin and gaunt. He is also quite dirty. Joseph closes the door. Lillith walks over to them.). Lillith: Hey. John: Hey. This is Jacob. Jacob this is Lillith. My fiancée. (Lillith smiles at Jacob and holds her hand out.). Lillith: It’s nice to meet you Jacob. Jacob: Um. (Jacob takes her hand briefly before walking into the lounge area putting his bag on the floor. His bag looks old and filthy and it’s falling apart in places. It doesn’t look like there’s much in it.). Lillith: I’ll put the kettle on. (John sits down on the sofa. Jacob does the same. Joseph smiles at him.). Joseph: Welcome home brother.

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My WIPs

As both a refresher for me and an introduction for others, here are my two WIPs. One is new for anyone who has followed me for awhile. It’s a long post, so click read more to see them both!

Aggressive Beginnings

Genre: Fantasy, YA

Summary: Lillith always assumed she was born for tragedy. Her entire life, she has been followed by events that leave her alone, scarred, and guarded. She’s kept everyone at arms length, always knowing that everything she worked towards could be torn back down with one bad blackout.

What Lillith wasn’t expecting was that she was born to save the world. Not the world as she knows it, but an alternate reality’s world known as Maharoon. When she is accidentally taken to this realm instead of her foster sister Ariana, she is thrust into a new world of magic, demons, ruling families, and secrets. Everything she knew about herself and about Ariana changes within a night and Lillith will have to come to terms with learning not only who she really is, but also all the dark secrets that follow with it.

Main Characters:

1. Lillith -  Months from graduating and turning 18, all Lillith wants is to stay below the radar and stay in her current home until she can be free. She’s tired, she’s done with the world and herself, but she’s hoping getting away will give her a new chance.

2. Ariana - Unlike her fellow housemates, Ariana still has a family. She doesn’t know where they are, but she does know they plan to come back for her. She holds on to this everyday and tries to stay positive even though no one has come for almost 18 years. She’s also determined to be Lillith’s friend, no matter how hard she tries to push her away.

3. Poe - As a Cloak, it is Poe’s job to protect Maharoon through knowledge and prophecy. Though he’s too young to have been around for the Prophecy of the Roses, he knows it as well as anyone else. When he is sent to bring back the royal families daughter, he doesn’t expect to bring back someone who will throw his entire life plan up in the air.

4. Henri - As one of the final members of Maharoon who has seer blood within his veins, Henri has no choice but to become a Prophetic. Unlike the Cloaks, he sees the future through his own eyes and not through the whispers from the dead’s bones. He sees glimpses of “The Destruction” alongside his father and knows that the Prophecy of Roses is getting close to coming true. He’s also spent his life haunted by the image of a girl with eyes as dark as night. He doesn’t know who she is, but something tells him she’s who will save them.

Runaway

Genre: Fantasy, YA

Summary: Isabella Arts always knew she was destined for something. She pictured a life as a scholar or musician, but the Queen of the Fey had a different idea in mind. Growing up in a quiet town of Washington, Izzy never thought she was more than a halfling living her life as a human. She had an average life with average drama, but everything changed when the Prince of the Fey arrived. Jaxon Summer brings more than just a bad attitude when he is sent to live with Izzy's family as punishment. Izzy is thrust into a new life, a new identity, and a new path that leads to the Orchid Throne. Memories of the past mingle with the new life Izzy is forced to live and she has to make sense of it all before it's too late. The Queen may say Izzy is the rightful heir to the throne, but others will do all they can to stop her from succeeding.

Main Characters:

1. Isabella Arts/Summer - Izzy always knew she was special. Intelligent, musically gifted, and able to control both water and air versus the usual single element, she assumed she would do something impressive. What she assumed though involved being a musician or a scholar, not becoming the queen of her people. Everything she knew about herself has been a lie for her own safety. Now she has to not only learn who she is, but learn to have a twin and to handle the new path she’s being thrown on.

2. Jaxon Summer - Growing up as the only child of assassinated parents, Jaxon was always treated well. Whoever he married would take the throne once his grandmother passed and many were daunted by his control of fire and earth. With a fiery temper, he gets himself into too much trouble and is sent to live among humans to teach him humility. He didn’t know what to expect, but it definitely didn’t include Izzy and the secrets that involve her.

3. Grace Dove - When Grace’s mother met her human father, she thought she had found the love of her life. She was wrong and the consequences hurt Grace more than anyone. As a halfling, she chooses to remain as human as possible. She refuses to turn into her animal form and only uses her earth based elemental gift of plant control to help her grow a garden. As Izzy’s best friend though, she is quickly pulled into the turmoil of the Fey alongside her and Jaxon and will have to learn who she really is.

4. Max Era - As the head of the Fey’s Light Brigade when Izzy and Jaxon’s parents were assassinated, he was assigned the task of guarding Izzy after she was sent away to live with a Fey/human couple the queen knew. Moving with his parents and younger brother, Max took on the role of a sort of uncle to Izzy and a history teacher as a cover. He traveled back and forth to Amelia to remain the Captain of the brigade, but his devotion was to protecting Izzy.

5. Roman Era - A year older than Izzy and Grace, Roman grew up along side them. A close friend and intellectual rival to Izzy, the two were close friends. He hoped that maybe they could be more someday, if Izzy ever felt the same way about him. When the truth of the secret identity of Izzy is revealed, he quickly learns there are secrets that involve him too.

6. Morgan Winter - As the only royal female, everyone assumed Morgan would marry Jaxon and become queen. It wasn’t unheard of for royals to marry beneath them, Jaxon’s mother did marry the royal families artist, but from the start the two are pushed together by her family. When Jaxon is sent away, Morgan doesn’t particularly care, the relationship never being more than for sex and for the future ruling. When he returns not only with Izzy as the new heir and with Grace, she quickly turns an icy chill over everyone.

Stuff posted for Aggressive Beginnings is tagged with the title. Runaway will be tagged the same way when I post stuff.

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