#the splendor of the children of the earth
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“How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the nations.”
They said he was beautiful. The image that God had put all his values.
“Your heart became proud on account of your beauty, and you corrupted your wisdom because of your splendor.”
Knowledge, strength, and status that he started to yearn for the honor and glory that belonged to only God. He was God's favorite son and the second of the four archangels he made. The highest of gods creations. But then came the existence of humanity which challenged the place of where he stands. Being told to bow down towards the weak.
This Angel refused both out of jealousy and wounded pride over being commanded to bow to what he saw as a broken, flawed, and murderous species and no longer feeling he was God's favorite creation.
He is the first fallen angel as well as an archangel who has fallen. He is the first king of Hell and the one who created demons; they regard him as their father and god. The fallen angel had created the known thing called sin.
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Despite the fact that this angel hated the way humanity acts he was the closest thing towards what humanity represents. People are flawed and imperfect, as much as he was compared to be the epitome of the heavens. It is shown that even if you are perfect on the outside it can be so easy to be corrupted by the seven deadly sins.
The betrayal that God gave him had been the reason that he grew to be bitter to all life on earth. So since he still had the power of the angels he was more than happy to take out the mortals that stepped into his underworld.
So it created the Prince of Pride
Lucifer Magne
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Thump, thump, thump
Two children ran around a plush room. No thoughts are present other than the joy and warmth that they are feeling in that moment. The phrase two peas in a pod could be a massive understatement.
The likeness of these children could be comparable to the gods. However, that is to be expected especially since they were literally two connections away.
"Charlie! shhh! we might get caught!" a weak voice exclaimed while running.
"Don't even worry about it. Everyone is out for the day. We have all of eternity for ourselves." The older one of the two laughed out while running out of the room. The current goal of the kids was to get to the library. Specifically a section that was extremely forbidden to the two.
There was a specific book that described life on earth that described what humanity was truly about. Something that their father truly frowned upon in all ways possible. On that note, who were these two curious children? Why did the father so deeply frown upon this text?
Why, dear traveler, this is the story of the descendants of the mighty couple of hell. Lucifer and Lilith Magne. The eldest child being such a peppy child. Embracing compassion and empathy towards all those that are around her. However, almost holding a more idealist way of guiding her through life. Her name is Charlie Morningstar. Meanwhile, the younger counterpart held a more stressed and practical view on life. Y/n was a pessimistic child but that's what you have to grow into when the only ones that you have look at life with rose colored glasses.
"woah this place is so big"
"Well no duh, it took us like 10 minutes to get to the library annnnnnnd we are in the same building" the youngest breathed out while still trying to catch up. As they got deeper into the large room it seemed that time stopped. There were so many books dedicated to life and death. Different things ranging to the mighty Ars Goetia to the imps of the lower lands.
"Come on! I want to see what is here!" So it continued running around to discover what the world had to offer.
This book was created by the people of earth on others around the world. It was hours that were spent in there trying to look for the book only for them to both fall onto some seats in the corner of a room. A long dramatic sigh came out of the youngest followed by a yawn. Both clearly done with looking any longer. Seconds later sounds of steps inside the library were heard.
"Shit." The siblings jumped up and looked at each other. "Y/n, be prepared to hide or run as far from this room as possible?" Charlie whispered out. Meanwhile the thumps of steps were getting louder by the second. The only response that she got was a panicked look given by the younger half.
thump. tHump. Thump.
"Now what do we have here?" a large voice boomed through.
thump. thump. thump.
"Seems that perfection has fallen into the wrong place." Lucifer emerged from the corner of the book shelf. If it were any other moment the siblings would be delighted to hear the pet name. However, now both were frozen looking up at their father. "Charlie? you know what I said about this area." Slowly his gaze loomed over her. "We already let you stray too far; we don't need to be corrupting Y/n onto the wrong path now do we?" A silent hiss came from her mouth hearing that.
In Y/n's view, they were stressed. No words came out anyways. This has happened time and time again. Charlie and Y/n would go out, do something for fun. Something new. Get reprimanded once or twice. Although, before it was always light hearted compared to now. The king of hell was contained in pure rage considering the circumstances.
"yeah... sorry"
"sorry? is that seriously all you have to say to this? I never want to see you here ever again." a pause with silence so incredibly tense was presented. "Go to your rooms"
In a flash, the three found themselves in their own respective rooms. It's the easiest to guess that the two now alone were sat distraught because they never experienced such a reaction from their dad. Y/n got up from sitting on the floor of their room to the desk to see a new note on the desk by the door.
Y/n.
You are in closest resemblance to the so-called people of the earth. Beauty incarnate. Perfection. Sympathy to the scum of humanity isn't needed.
Even as a young kid, they could tell that what was written on that note was utter bullshit. From early years in life they gave up on taking information from their so-called guardians. Lilith and Lucifer were completely in love with each other. The only thing that they loved more than each other was themselves. Any takes that they had was never taken seriously when the only person Y/n ever looked up to was Charlie. Their older sister. Seeing how much disdain that she gave their parents gave a tremendous amount of joy.
If anything that is only further proof that Y/n is not what perfection is and in fact encourages the sin that Lucifer hates so much.
#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#helluva boss x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x reader#charlie magne#lilith magne#lucifer magne#stolas x reader
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Obsessed with how loved Earendil is. Splendor of the Children of Earth, a light in dark places when all other lights go out, our most beloved star. In the books, people call out to him the same way they call out to Varda. He's spoken of with such reverence. The longed for that cometh beyond hope.
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Monday April 22, 2024 is Earth Day,
A PRAYER FOR GAIA :
In ancient Greece, Gaia was the great deity of the Earth, the primordial Mother Goddess who created and birthed the Universe, and all of the heavenly Gods.
Consider this her holy day.
Find a place outside, place your bare feet upon the earth, raise your hands to the sky and recite the following:
Earth, Terra, Gaia! Mother of All, Giver of Gifts and of Life,
I offer all of my prayers to thee, my respect and gratitude, and may this be a conscious oath to protect you and to honor you as I recognize the great need for your healing.
May your fields be rich and your soil fertile, and may they be sown and reaped with care.
May your mountains attest to your splendor and strength and your valleys hum with the lullaby of your receptive embrace.
May your oceans, waters, rivers, and glaciers be pure and nourishing as the life-blood of the planet.
May your air be clean and free of toxins that all may breathe deeply and fully the great life-force.
May your turning invoke an understanding of all cyclical things in nature; of growth and decay, of planting and harvest, of karmic cycles and that as we give, so do we receive.
May your children learn to care for you and love you, and to teach their children the same.
You are the Earth, and I am your child.
“SO IT IS!”
--22 Teachings
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I'm not SUPER big on ambience music, I perfer just relaxing vocal-less game osts, but this ones not bad. Especially as a screen saver.
https://youtu.be/wgsPrKTzm4w?si=ABa9KkxvpkqRiI0e
(Last prompt! ☺️)
The sunset painted the sky in layers of pink and red and gold. The hues were captured and magnified in rosy splendor as cherry blossom petals cascaded to the ground, holding the light and practically glowing before gently and softly landing on the earth. One petal silently kissed the pond, sending little ripples that bumped into two pairs of legs relaxing in its depths.
“Oh, Link,” Mipha whispered in awe of it all. “It’s beautiful here.”
Link smiled in reply, gaze drifting from the scenery to her. When she noticed the attention, she felt her cheeks flush a little, but her anxiety wasn’t enough to ruin the moment. Instead she smiled, saying, “Thank you for sharing this with me.”
Link’s hand slid over to settle atop here. The movement was careful, gentle, and it eased both their nerves. The pair relaxed, and it almost felt like old times, like when they were children and watching the sun set at the Domain after a day of playing and adventuring. There was a fuller feeling to it, something stirring in her heart that hadn’t been there before, but for now they could just have this moment.
“Thanks for coming,” Link replied softly.
Mipha moved her thumb so it caught his fingers, squeezing them. “You know I’ll always be here for you.”
Link’s face warmed and he finally ducked his gaze away, watching the sky and the valley below. Mipha watched him a while longer, taking in his hair, his eyes, his ears, his shoulders, his sword. They’d both grown so much over the years. Destiny had shaped them, hardening Link and distancing Mipha. But in this moment, nothing had changed between them.
Everything had changed, though.
Mipha wanted so desperately to hug him in that moment, and the mere thought of it made her heart flutter and cheeks flush, and she looked at the scenery instead. Satori Mountain really was a magical place.
“I’ll always be there for you too, Mipha.”
The words were barely audible, but they caught in her mind nonetheless. Mipha stared at him, wide eyed and speechless, before a relieved, loving laugh escaped her lips. Link laughed a little too.
In the dying light of the day, the two champions leaned closer until they were resting against each other. The end of the world loomed over them both, but this evening their friendship held the dread at bay.
#you ask skye answers#lovely clockwise works#miphlink#The champion lovers go on a date#Without calling it a date because they’re silly#mipha#breath of the wild link#Botw link#writing prompt#breath of the wild#Ah that ambience was so relaxing!
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Another lore dive because I see people asking around about the following:
Why didn't Neomuna help humanity after the Collapse?
This is directly addressed and it's really interesting and potentially something that will bring conflict (both in the game and probably with the fandom).
To find out, we have to look at the lore book about four Cloud Striders which you can get when you do a quest to acquire the exotic glaive Winterbite. The quest can be picked up at the archivist Quinn. The lore book is called Cloud Strider Legacies. Under for length:
The first Cloud Strider in that book is Stargazer, real name Laminak Li. They (canon pronouns) were a mathematician and an explorer prior to becoming a Cloud Strider.
In the early days of Neomuna, it was almost impossible to see through Neptune's atmosphere:
Not only did Stargazer allow Neomuni to finally study the sky, they also made it possible for them to detect Earth.
This is an important first part of the answer because it tells us that for an indeterminate amount of time, they could not physically see or check on Earth at all. So Earth could've spent decades or even centuries in the Dark Age and Neomuni stuck behind Neptune's thick atmosphere and powerful magnetic field.
Stargazer was finally able to see Earth and check for human activity. And they did. And they... were not impressed. More accurately, they were afraid:
This happened at some point in the Dark Age. When they looked at Earth, they saw violence and devastation and war. The lore book continues and says that Stargazer went to Earth and used the Warmind to erase records of Neomuna. So it was Stargazer who erased it!
This is further elaborated in the lore tab after this one where we actually see Stargazer on Earth, fighting off some warlords while in a bunker and linking with Malahayati The lore tab I copied so far is a sort of a tale about the Cloud Striders as told to children.
The second lore tab about any given Cloud Strider is a more realistic and often quite weirder story because it's an official record as things happened. Stargazer was not just a curious explorer, they were a powerful warrior who led a full expedition to Earth and lost several people in the fighting.
A Lightbearer died as well and Stargazer was afraid that other warlords would access the Warmind bunker:
At that point, they even considered nuking the entire group of people to prevent them from ever finding out about them visiting Earth, but decided against it because it would've obviously been inhumane.
I want to take a very brief detour because the dead "Lightwielder" is named:
The name Carnunta sounded familiar to me so I ran the name through Ishtar and voila. Loreley Splendor Helm:
"The crate says it was recovered from the tomb of Carnunta, a Warlord in the EDZ. Lightbearer."
Cool detail!
In the end, they decided to wipe all data about Neomuna and the Exodus ship that founded it. They also spoke about how their original intent was to "teach" the people on Earth about civilisation and help them recover, but when they found only warlords, they gave up as they believed it wouldn't have worked and that it would've only provoked warlords into attacking Neomuna.
This point from the first tab is important because it says that to Neomuni, ALL Lightbearers are "warlords." To this day. As a matter of fact, this is repeated a few times in the game, with various characters calling us a warlord and Lightbearer interchangeably. This point is best explained with this patrol Neomuna News lines:
Earth representatives today objected to the identifier “Warlords”, preferring the label “Guardians”. They claim that while they command similar powers, Guardians operate within a system of checks and balances overseen by the Vanguard. Critics remain sceptical, citing the Vanguard’s apparent lax control over their membership and lack of accountability.
Of course, people tend to think of Neomuni as bad people for not helping Earth. However, first, as we've seen above, they tried. They first spent years not having the technology to even see Earth and then they tried helping and found only warlords fighting over scraps and killing people with strange powers. When they tried helping, they were attacked.
Second, something that we don't really think about or talk about is just how utterly incomprehensibly strange Lightbearers are to almost everyone in the universe. We are risen from the dead by an unknown power. We are immortal. We wield incredible superpowers. And we cannot be controlled.
This is referenced throughout the lore in various ways, sometimes in a kind of a funny way when we're referred to as space zombies or when someone comments how strange we look dancing in the Tower aimlessly or randomly jumping to our deaths. I don't think we really pick up on this because we're the heroes and Guardians are a force of good, but we are really a force that could do whatever it wanted. We could conquer the universe in the blink of an eye if we wanted to. We can easily become corrupted or mishandle our powers or our weapons in devastating ways.
Point is, the fear Neomuni have of Lightbearers is entirely justified. Even when we first landed, Rohan's first question was "Are you here with the invaders?" Rohan repeats that a few times; he later tells us that he always thought that when he finally meets Lightbearers, he would be fighting us.
Neomuni believed that if Lightbearers find Neomuna, they would come over and wreak havoc and endanger their entire population. Helping is a noble thing to do, but what if it would result in your own extinction? Neomuni have a responsibility to their own citizens.
I think it's reasonable to be angry with them for not trying harder. I also think it's reasonable to be a Neomuni and think that it would've been too much risk. It's definitely an interesting possible conflict that would hopefully be mentioned more. I would love to see reactions from various characters about this, and even reactions from random citizens of the Last City.
There is sure to be some resentment between Earth and Neomuna, because it's natural. But I would also not be too harsh on them and I would definitely not call them bad or evil people for not dragging us out of the Dark Age. I also want to add that Neomuna wasn't just chilling and doing nothing; hey had their own challenges and survival to worry about. Some of their own wars and conflicts are detailed in the Cloud Strider Legacies lore book, mainly conflicts with the invading Vex, but also conflicts amongst each other. Not to mention that building a city in such a hostile environment surely took a toll.
Overall, I think that the question of "if Neomuna existed all this time, why did they never help us?" has been addressed pretty well, all things considered. A significant portion of the lore was dedicated to explaining Neomuni's re-discovery of Earth and their attempts to help and their fear of Lightbearers. Even people on Earth spent centuries absolutely terrified of Lightbearers!
The very obvious misinterpretation of Guardians as still "warlords" is also a pretty good way to show just how separated and alien we are to each other. But it's also a good point to make. The only thing separating us from warlords is that we're not fighting for territory with other warlords. But we could easily revert to that behaviour and we did in many other timelines where corruption prevailed. Obviously we won't now, but only we know that. A society that grew on horrifying stories of immortal warlords can't possibly have that insight about us. Their caution can be read as cruel, but it should be read as complex.
#destiny 2#destiny 2 spoilers#lightfall#lightfall spoilers#neomuna#cloud strider#stargazer#lore vibing
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A Stark Bride
Pairing(s): Aegon Targaryen x Stark!Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Visenya Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen x Rhaenys Targaryen
Warnings: mentions of inc3st cuz you know how targaryens be
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Summary: Aegon Targaryen reduced your father, Torrhen Stark, to a mere lord. The Targaryen conqueror had taken the title of king for himself. You wanted to depise them, those beautiful Targaryens with their lavender eyes and silver tresses. But they were beautifu. Terrifying and beautiful just like their dragons.
Silver hair. Rich lavender eyes. Dragons as large as the castle of Winterfell. Targaryen invaders. Your family had heard whispers of the Targaryens slowly making their way through the country, claiming everything as their’s. And now they had made it to the north. They had made your father, Torrhen Stark, bend the knee; surrendering his title as King in the North. A title that had been in your family for generations. Indignation rose in you but what could you do? You may have had direwolves but they were nothing compared to three dragons. To stay alive and ensure the Stark legacy went on, he had to agree to the terms. At least Aegon had still let him keep the north in his domain, naming him Warden. It was better than nothing. Well, that’s what your father tried to convince you; but even his words were laced with wounded pride at having to hand over the north to a foreign ruler.
The Targrayens, Aegon and his equally beautiful sister-wives, decided to stay to take in the splendor of the north; their newly conquered kingdom. Everyone was on edge at their stay, even more so with their ferocious dragons lurking above. You would admit though that they were beautiful creatures. Something you never thought you’d see in your entire life. Your own direwolf, Cerelia, was massive.
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She was taller than you by two heads and was nearly as tall as Aegon himself. Their dragons were different though.
Beautiful and terrifying, just like their riders.
After Aegon announced that he and his sisters would be staying for a little while longer you kept to yourself and stayed mostly inside of your chambers or in the godswood. Cerelia being your constant companion. But you knew your direwolf needed her exercise and to stretch her massive limbs. It wasn’t fair to keep her locked up with you just because you didn’t want to see the faces of the people who stripped your father of his title.
Having made up your mind, you and Cerelia leave the castle and make your way out through the gates. Immediately Cerelia takes off in a run. You grin and follow suit. The two of you weaved between trees in a dizzying manner, the cold air burning in your lungs but how you loved the sensation. Mid-run you pounce onto Cerelia’s back; once she’s feels you seated she runs faster through the woods. You release a carefree laugh, feeling so giddy. It had been a while since you had last felt like that.
A screech from up above made Cerelia halt in her tracks, her bright yellow eyes lifting up. The earth trembled slightly as the screech became louder, closer. The Black Dread known as Balerion parts the trees to make his entrance. Cerelia steps back, hackles raised and the skin on her snout curling in a snarl. In an attempt to soothe her you run your hand over her night black fur. Ground shaking as Balerion finally landed you have to crane your neck all the way up to see his rider. Aegon.
“Fancy seeing you here Lady Stark.” He shouts from atop his dragon. Balerion lowers himself even more to allow Aegon to get off. His giant wings had caused the bordering trees around him to crack and bend, ultimately breaking them. Enormous trees that had been there since the First Men and the Children of the Forest. You feel your cheeks flare again with anger. This foreign king didn’t care about your land. Even less about the history.
Bristling a bit, you keep your tone cordial and cold. “I could say the same for you. Taking a gander of what you have won?”
His smile is light and you catch the shine of his eyes the closer he gets to you. “The north is truly a beautiful place. A bit too chilly for my comfort though.”
“You get used to it.” Recalling your manners, you get off of Cerelia. As you do so Balerion shifts and moves until his snout is mere feet from you. You panic and jump back a bit. To your surprise Cerelia doesn’t seem as concerned about the dragon being so close to you. Instead she swiftly goes in front of you and gives Balerion’s snout a sniff. She looks back to you as if telling you that you shouldn’t be such a chicken.
“It’s alright.” comforts Aegon. “He won’t hurt you.”
Hesitantly you ask him skeptically “You sure about that?”
“Not entirely. But your direwolf seems to be sure.” He points out as Cerelia now abandons you to go sniff Aegon. He chuckles as her wet nose prods at his neck and moves up to his forehead, giving his silver hair a lick and making it stand up. Balerion, seemingly wanting to get familiar with you as Cerelia was doing with Aegon, goes over to your frozen form as you stare at him with wide eyes. His whole entire head was simply enormous. Red eyes peer into you as he inhales and breathes out hot air into your face. With the confidence that only a huge creature such as himself could possess, he bumps his snout gently against your forehead. His scales are hot but not unpleasant.
Gingerly you take your glove off and stretch it out to press your fingertips experimentally underneath his chin. Unblinking red eyes close, content with your touch.
“He likes you.” Aegon pipes up finally, having been silent during the whole interaction. “He would never have let anyone else touch him.”
“I suppose I should be lucky then.”
“Lucky indeed.” When you turn your attention back to Aegon you find him smiling so gently at you that it makes your cheeks burn in an entirely different way.
You take note that his sisters are nowhere to be find. “Where are your sister? I never see one without the other.”
Absentmindedly, he waves his hand in the air. “They’re exploring as well. We all need our personal space. Now tell me, Lady Stark, enlighten me about the north.”
You raise an eyebrow, surprised at his request. He offers his arm to you and as if on cue, Balerion lifts back up into the sky. You shoot Cerelia a timid look. To reassure you, she slowly blinks her eyes.
Taking Aegon’s arm, you lead him through the forest. Telling him all about the north’s history. All that had been bred into you. All that you and your family were.
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Compared to her sister, Rhaenys was much more mild-mannered. An easy-going personality that was hard not to like. Rhaenys had already managed to win a few hearts of the north when she wasn’t on Meraxes. It made the northern lords feel better about her brother conquering them. Everyone saw now why there was a reason that there were rumors of her being Aegon’s favorite. Not that she would ever admit it. She didn’t want Visenya to feel bad.
She felt something sour in her though when Aegon returned to Winterfell with the Stark daughter hanging off of his arm.
Of course she shared him with Visenya. That was the only exception. Seeing him with another woman, a conquered woman, well, Rhaenys didn’t like the sight of it one bit. Anyone that wasn’t Targaryen was beneath Aegon. To see the Stark girl with him wasn’t right. They didn’t go together.
Visenya followed Rhaenys’ jealous gaze. “The nerve of her.”
“Aegon doesn’t seem to be opposing.” Rhaenys notes with a dry mouth.
Folding her arms, she continues to watch the two with her sister. “I never took you for the jealous type.”
“You’re different.” she murmurs. “Aren’t you upset?”
“Of course I am. I would like nothing more than to feed that slip of a girl to Vhagar.” Visenya replies easily. “Tensions in the North are already high though. Aegon wouldn’t like it much if we were to make things worse.”
“They couldn’t possibly do anything to protest. We have three dragons. They know what would happen if they were to argue against us.”
Visenya arches a silver brow. “You seriously want to hurt her. Well well. This certainly is a new transgression.”
Her younger sister shrugs. “This has never been an issue before. Aegon has always been our’s. There is no room for anyone else.”
“It’s not uncommon for kings and lords to have mistresses though. It means nothing to them. Just another notch on their bed. Another conquered thing. Don’t let it get to you sweet Rhaenys. She means nothing to him. We are the wives. We are his sisters.”
Unlike Visenya, Rhaenys was ever observant in body language. She saw the way Aegon leaned in toward the Stark girl. How his smile was too warm and his grasp on her more than cordial. He was attracted to her. He wanted her intimately. Not just as a mistress. He wants her as a wife. As a permanent staple in his life.
You glare, partly blaming Cerelia for the time you had spent with Aegon. In that time your cold heart had thawed toward the conqueror. You found him more agreeable and were able to see the humanity in him. He would tilt his head skyward and smile at Balerion. Affection. He would touch the bark of the weirwood tree you had taken him to. Appreciation. He would gently run his thumb along the back of your hand. Want.
Blushing, you throw down Cerelia’s brush onto the straw strewn floor of the horse stables. She looks over to you. Faux confusion as you could already sense the smugness radiating off of her. “Why couldn’t you have growled at him like you do any other man that comes near me?” Moaning you sit your but down on the dirty ground, the sound of horses whinnying and the pounding of the blacksmith was soothing to your ears as you lean your head back. “Why couldn’t his dragon just eaten me.”
More importantly was the question of why you had felt your stomach flutter with energy when he would train those lovely lilac eyes toward you.
“Damn him.”
Cerelia walks away from you, large plume of a tail bouncing with each step out of the stables. You lean your head against your knees. Nothing good could come of this new found infatuation.
“What’s the matter, Little Wolf?”
Head jolting up you meet the beautiful face of Rhaenys, Aegon’s youngest sister-wife. Her long silver-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she leans into the stable you’re in. Her breasts heaved up by her arms as they rest on the stable’s door. Rhaenys’ face was a lot softer than her sister Visenya’s.
“N-Nothing.” You stand and with difficulty you add “Your Grace.”
“That must have been so hard for you to say.” She muses out loud.
“Pardon?”
“Well, you used to be princess here. Before we took over. You must have been used to others calling you ‘Your Grace’. Not the other way around.” Rhaenys says nonchalantly. “It must be hard to have been downgraded to ‘lady’.”
There was something you didn’t like about what she said. You knew it to be true, but the way she said it had a taunting tone to it. Like she was holding the fact over your head. You have to fight every instinct not to talk back. Never had anyone spoken to you like that.
You stood up as she opened the door to the stall you were in. Rhaenys was not much taller than you yet she still held authority as she sauntered toward you. The sound of her boots crunching the straw underneath makes you inwardly wince.
Her lips curl downwards. “It’ll take some time for you to learn your place.” The glint of a dagger draws your attention to her hand. “But don’t worry. I can help.” Slowly she lifts up her arm that’s wielding the dagger. Valyrian steel.
“Remember this Little Wolf, Aegon is far above you. He is your king now. Keep your distance.” In a blink of an eye, Rhaenys struck at your face. You hiss at the burn of the blade, the bite as it sliced open your cheek. She goes to strike again but is knocked down to the ground by Cerelia. Rhaenys’ arm is held tightly in Cerelia’s jaw as the Targaryen cries out for help.
“LET GO!!” She screams. You hear the shriek of a dragon off in the distance. Meraxes.
Your heart pounds violently in your chest. “Cerelia! Down!”
Cerelia contemplates for a moment, glaring down at Rhaenys before releasing her and padding over to you, giving off a menacing growl when Rhaenys scrambles to her feet and bolts out.
“Gods. . .” Fearfully you look at Cerelia. What would happen to her now that she’s harmed a Queen of Westeros? She licks at your bleeding cheek, trying to comfort your worries.
“Your direwolf harmed my wife. Your queen.”
“I want it dead.” Rhaenys says to her husband. “Look at what that beast did to me!” Sure enough as she rolled up her sleeve there were terrible teeth marks on her otherwise creamy skin. They would scar.
“You can’t let this impudence go by without a consequence.” Visenya adds.
Your father is right beside you, hand on your shoulder as you tremble. Cerelia is on your otherside, undisturbed by the fact that she might be executed. The black direwolf merely flicks her ears and snorts.
Torrhen speaks up. “I’m sure there’s an explanation for this Your Grace. Please. Cerelia must’ve been protecting (y/n), as she has always done. Maybe she mistook your wife as a potential threat.”
Visenya laughed with indignation. “Now he calls one of your queens a threat? How much more do you intend to offend us?”
“That’s enough.” Aegon tells his sisters, making them finally fall silent. Finally he turns his attention to you. “Explain yourself, Lady Stark.”
You can’t help it as tears spill onto your cheeks. The thought of them killing Cerelia just for protecting you. . . It was too much to bare. “Please Your Grace.” You fall to your knees and bow your head.
“Please spare her. Do what you will with me, but not Cerelia. She is the other part of me. Please do not hurt her. I will take full responsibility for what she has done. Just please don’t kill her.”
There’s a pause for silence before Aegon gives out his sentencing. “There is only one way to mend this wrong.”
You choked out a sob. He was going to have her killed.
“Rise (y/n) Stark.”
Your father has to help you up as your legs could no longer support you. So many memories with Cerelia flashed before your eyes. The day you found her. Nights when she was still a small pup and would curl against you as you slept. When you first realized that the two of you had a spiritual bond that you couldn’t quite explain.
Your Cerelia.
“You will make up the damage your direwolf has caused by becoming my wife. If you accept that term, then I will spare Cerelia’s life.”
“Aegon!” Rhaenys exclaims, throwing aside her chair in fury.
Even Visenya stands at this injustice. “You can’t possibly mean it!!”
You exchange a teary-eyed look of utter confusion with your father.
“I’m. . . I’m sorry Your Grace?” Torrhen stares at Aegon making the king smile.
“Yes. I wish to make your daughter my bride. My third wife. In exchange for the life of her direwolf.”
Well, you hadn’t exactly been expecting that. But you would take it. If it was to save Cerelia, you would become (y/n) Targaryen.
Wiping your face with the heel of your hands, you take a deep breath. “Okay. I accept your proposal.”
“Okay.” Aegon’s smile warms and you can’t help but feel that flutter once again in the depths of your tummy.
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At the moment I’m thinking about Húrin and Sador’s accounts of their ancestors.
“Were they afraid?” said Túrin
“It may be,” said Sador, “ it may be that they fled from the fear of the Dark, only to find it here before us, and nowhere else to fly but the Sea.”
Note: it does seem that when dark is capitalized, In this sort of circumstance. It refers specifically to the shadow of Morgoth. It is in, especially interesting line for so many reasons, and one of those is because the humans are the children of the Sun. They were born under the light, and yet they fled from the fear of the dark.*
Sador says that much lore of them is forgotten, even their names. This goes back to that motif in the Narn of knowledge being forgotten and there being an omission darkness in that forgetting.
Húrin says more on this to Morgoth. He talks of Morgoth’s attempts to manipulate and intimidate them
“Do you forgot to whom you speak? Such thing you spoke long ago to our fathers, but we escape from your shadow, and now we have knowledge of you, for we have looked on the faces that have seen the light and heard the voices that I’ve spoken with Manwë.”
This is similar to what was said a few chapters ago. “His heart was high with hope, and he had little fear, for the outcome of the battle for did not seem to him that any strength in middle earth could overthrow the Maya and splendor of the Eldar…They have seen the light in the west he said, and in the end darkness must flee from their faces.”
It is also in many ways, the opposite of what Sador had said. They both agree that their ancestors in the east lived under a shadow, and tried to escape that shadow.
Sador doesn’t think they succeeded; I’m reminded of his line about how a man who flies from his fear, may find that he has only taken a shortcut to meet it. This, it seems is what befell their ancestors. They fled from the shadow in the east only to find themselves oppressed by it more than ever and now there is nowhere to go, because further west has been barred from them. 
To Húrin, despite the fact that when their ancestors came west, they settled in the lands beneath the fortress of Morgoth, their growing alliance with the elves and their own courage in defiance of that shadow might not mean that they have escaped the shadow completely but they may yet withstand it.
Also I have an upcoming post about this but I’m also thinking, Morwen might not particularly like Sador but there are a lot of similarities in their outlooks, even if the ways they express them are very different. Mentally putting “from high places it is easy to fall low” next to “you aim high but I fear to fall low”.
*Note: I do not have the space or time to go into this right now, but I’m putting a mental note here to talk more later about when dark is capitalized in Tolkien’s work and when it’s not. There is a really fascinating example in the wanderings of Húrin where the word shadow is used twice in somewhat similar circumstances, and one is capitalized, and one is not, and in my opinion, it implies a very different understanding of what’s happening between the two characters in question.
Manthor says that grief has darkened Húrin’s eyes and says “Thou bringest a shadow with thee, Húrin Thalion, in which lesser shadows grow darker.” Húrin says he lived long in the Shadow but did not yield to it but that while grief has robbed him of his light he takes no part in the Shadow (of Morgoth). It’s very notable where ‘shadow’ is capitalized here and where it’s not. Manthor seems to be using a different understanding of shadow than Húrin is.
Anyways I’ll write more about this later
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Oooooo how does the whole Denholm family situation, specifically between Scott and Acho change if they're gods? Any plans for the moon god since you seem to have a lot of time/sky based gods?
I honestly couldn’t think of who should be the moon god I’m still working on that!
Scott and Acho like all the gods but the Sun God used to be human. And as children their parents desired to have their legacy children to live forever, as all had heard of the ascension for the Ocean Goddess, and so they brutally sacrificed them to the Sun God hoping for them to be made into gods. And they were. Though unbeknownst to them they weren’t the only people with that idea as other set of parents hungry for their legacy to live immortal attempted the same ritual on their daughter Shelby. The Sun God horrified but unwilling to let these children suffer did make the three of them gods but cursed their parents to be forgotten by the annuls of history and to suffer forevermore under the earth.
Scott and Shelby were sacrificed at the exact same time so they became Dawn and Dusk. Acho was a few seconds later so stars then became the Night. Of all the gods the three of them remember the least about mortality all they can remember is their deaths as those are what made them immortal.
(Descriptions of gore under the cut)
For Shelby it’s darkness and blood and distance as her parents through her from the cliff to be smashed against the rocks. It’s attempting to scream for help. It’s salt water burning her lungs and sharp stones piercing her skin. It’s being slammed against the jagged rocks of the cliff side over and over and over until it finally ends.
For Scott it’s a clean slit of the throat. Choking on a lack of air while two figures tell him it’s for his own good. Blood rushing through his fingers as he tries to hold the wound closed. His father gently removing his struggling hands. His own confusion “hadn’t he done everything they asked him to do?” “hadn’t he been good enough?”. And Acho’s screams Acho’s panicked screams and sobs before the darkness at the edges of his vision finally eat the rest away.
For Acho it’s his screams hoarse and tears in his eyes as he reaches for his brother. It’s anger and attempting to fight off his mother. It’s the same knife stained with stars brother’s blood slicing across star’s face as stars struggles. Until they get tired of wrestling stars and plunge the knife through his heart. It’s the last moments of pain and rage and grief before it all slips away from him.
For them Divinity as always been far kinder then Mortality even as other gods chafe at the rules their powers puts them under. For them Divinity is waking on a cloud under the Sun God’s care as he makes sure their wounds are faded and gone and helps them learn to fly. It’s Festivals in their honor and wings on their backs. It’s safety and magic and the splendor of the skies. For them Divinity is salvation.
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But it’s nice to be around you. Like I haven’t lost centuries of my life.
In the glorious coronary artery of Baldur's Gate, where the cobblestones utter tales of yesteryear beneath the ceaseless cadence of modernity, lies Serenity Park—a sanctum of compassion, an enclave where the very essence of serenity and intricate aesthetic merge in an incorruptible embrace. This verdurous refuge stands in stark contrast to the city's resilient dynamism, a testimonial to the blissful coexistence of nature's majestic splendor and the lure of hexcraft.
Upon stepping through the lavish wrought-iron gates, visitors find themselves nestled within a vivid mosaic of chromatic grandeur. The emerald embrace of the grass beneath one's feet stretches far and wide, periodically adorned with beds of blooms radiating fiery reds, regal purples, and incandescent yellows—a carnival of nuances that stimulates the senses. Towering sentinels, ancient trees whose boughs dance a slow ballet in the gentle breeze, cast a dense canopy above. At the very core of this botanical paradise, a fountain sculpted from stones that have drunk deeply of enchantment stands as a monument to the phantastical. Dragons and fae, sculpted with magnificent care, seem almost to stir beneath the cascade of crystal-clear waters that leap and frolic, scattering prismatic droplets into the sunbeam’s tender caress.
The aural panorama weaves a hypnosis of serenity—a work of art composed of the fountain’s soothing murmurs, the sussurant rustle of leaf upon leaf, and the distant, graceful calls of avian serenaders. Intermittently, the air is filled with the effervescent laughter of children at play or the dulcet tones of a bard’s lute. A bouquet of floral fragrances melds with the petrichor of rain-kissed earth and the luxuriant breath of grass, crafting an aromatic panorama as complex and nuanced as the city itself. After a downpour, these scents burgeon, accompanied by the mineral scent of ancient stones and paths that bear the memory of countless sojourns. Fountain’s cool mist juxtaposes the sun’s warm caresses, a sensory contrast that revitalizes both body and spirit. Polished smoothness of stone benches, designed for moments of introspection or quiet camaraderie, mixes with the textured tales told by the bark of each tree, urging visitors to connect and ground themselves in the omnipresent now.
“Your words mean the world to me.” Her hues hold a soft glimmer of adoration. “Despite the centuries that separate us, being with you feels like home. It's a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time.” The curve of her lips forms a gentle arc, akin to the crescent moon gracing the nocturnal firmament. The age discrepancy between them has never been a probleme. Despite being immortal, in human years, he is still somewhat older than her. Perhaps she has a tendency to like older men. She reached out, lacing her fingers with his, sensing the marble-velvet texture of his dermis. “I’m glad I can make you happy.” Her smile, intense as a kiss.
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Before the advent of any reproductive technologies, the farming model used to be very distinct from the brothel model. Even though the woman was not human—the land—or was less than human—a cow—farming had the symbolic overtones of old-fashioned agrarian romance: plowing the land was loving it, feeding the cow was tending it. In the farming model, the woman was owned privately; she was the homestead, not a public thoroughfare. One farmer worked her. The land was valued because it produced a valuable crop; and in keeping with the mystique of the model itself, sometimes the land was real pretty, special, richly endowed; a man could love it. The cow was valued because of what she produced: calves, milk; sometimes she took a prize. There was nothing actually idyllic in this. As many as one quarter of all acts of battery may be against pregnant women; and women die from pregnancy even without the intervention of a male fist. But farming implied a relationship of some substance between the farmer and what was his: and it is grander being the earth, being nature, even being a cow, than being a cunt with no redeeming mythology. Motherhood ensconced a woman in the continuing life of a man: how he used her was going to have consequences for him. Since she was his, her state of being reflected on him; and therefore he had a social and psychological stake in her welfare as well as an economic one. Because the man farmed the woman over a period of years, they developed a personal relationship, at least from her point of view: one limited by his notions of her sex and her kind; one strained because she could never rise to the human if it meant abandoning the female; but it was her best chance to be known, to be regarded with some tenderness or compassion meant for her, one particular woman. Nevertheless, the archaic meaning of the verb to husband is "to plow for the purpose of growing crops." There is not a lot of room for tenderness or compassion in that. Still, it is no wonder that women hang on possessively to any generic associations of women as such or "the female" with the land, nature, earth, the environment, even though those culturally sanctioned associations posit a female nature that is not fully human and perpetuate a hard and mean tradition of exploitation: there is some splendor and some honor in the association. The association has a deep resonance for men too, though not the same sentimental meaning: they after all did the plowing. The cultural and sexual intersection of women and earth is potent for men when they bomb "her," strip-mine "her," scorch "her," torch "her," denude "her," defoliate "her," pollute "her," despoil "her," rape "her," plunder "her," overcome, manipulate, dominate, conquer, or destroy "her." The significance of the farming model is both wide and deep. It has been the major way of using women—as mothers to produce children; metaphorically speaking, men have used the earth as if it were female, a huge fertile female that—one way or another—they will fuck to death. There are limits to how much the land can endure and produce, plowed so much, respected so little.
-Andrea Dworkin, Right Wing Women
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MiracOlympus- Recess Deities
Here they aaaare! The last round of deities! The Recess class! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002
Austin T:
(Harmonia)
God of peace and harmony
Can diffuse a conflict just by walking in the room
Leads de-stressing activities on Olympus
He and Kagami have a love-hate kind of friendship
Only person who can get Jean to rest when they’re in “show mode”
Austin B:
(Mnemosyne)
God of memory and recollection
Remembers everything from the moment he was born
Will gladly remind you of a time you screwed up if you’re getting a big head
Integral part of the gossip squad
Austin Q :
(Tethys)
God of rivers and freshwater
Prefers to spend most of his time in the water
Gets pissed if mortals dump trash in the river
Helps Ondine keep Kim from doing crazy shit
One of the snarkiest gods
Austin A:
(Aglaea)
God of splendor and finery
His style is always ON POINT
Never seen anywhere without bling
Will tell you if something looks bad on you
King of makeovers
DJ:
(Tyche)
Deity of luck and good fortune
Has never lost a game, ever
LOVES making bets and wagers, and never loses
Four leaf clovers where she walks
Still a huge prankster
Victoria:
(Ananke)
Deity of destiny and inevitability
If they want something to happen, it will
Seems to see five steps ahead
“I told you so” is a bit of a catchphrase
Still super athletic
Gerard:
(Coeus)
God of knowledge and intellect
Can name facts about any subject off the top of his head
Always carrying at least eight books
Tends to ramble a bit when he’s interested in a topic
Brainy squad with Max and Anais
Gia:
(Alke)
Goddess of the battlefield and courage
Never backs down from a fight
Has a powerful war cry that can ignite fighting spirit in anyone
Blesses soldiers who die honorably
Besties with Kagami, they spar all the time
Mindy:
(Polyhymnia)
Muse of hymns and choral song
Voice powerful enough to stop hearts
Surprisingly shy, but commands attention when performing
Loves listening to and writing stories about heroes
Peacekeeper among her siblings
Spinelli:
(Terpsichore)
Muse of dance
Toughest and most graceful muse at the same time
Can dance flawlessly in any style
Can teach ANYONE to dance
Will deck you if you mess with any of his siblings
Mason:
(Daskalos)
Deity of education
Official tutor of Olympus, with help from the brain squad
Takes maintaining schools on Earth VERY seriously
Believes everyone deserves to learn
Still meticulous about everything
Kendra:
(Notus)
Goddess of the South wind and the rains
Snarkiest of all the winds, and very blunt
Usually has a small rain cloud
Can kick up a downpour when pissed
Likes to float upside down, and has wings like an albatross
Lotta:
(Hebe)
Goddess of youth and youthful spirit
Has so much energy, it’s ridiculous
Always looking for something new to try
VERY protective of children
Makes and serves the nectar on Olympus
Rochelle:
(Pheme)
Deity of rumor and infamy
Knows everything, about everyone, everywhere
Kind of impossible to keep a secret from zir
But surprisingly good at keeping them
Commander of the gossip squad
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The character of ML annoys me but, more importantly, why on earth FL would ever go for a dude who supervised the raid on her home, was smug and gross about it, had the children dragged off for trial (!!!), and then was in charge of the exile.
But then cdramas thought Chen Xiao talking about torture methods with LYF character was the height of flirting in A Dream of Splendor (another drama I loathed, despite everyone's love for it) so who the fuck even knows.
Everyone on this tumblr for even five minutes will know I love me problematic/fucked up/red flag MLs and FLs but I want the drama to acknowledge the characters/dynamics are fucked up. Nothing is worse for my enjoyment than my disconnect between how I perceive the characters/relationships and the story's own take.
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WIP
"Michael, Michael! Wake up Michael! Come look at this!"
In his eyes, a bright young being was smiling directly at him. From those days and now he remembered there was no man or woman to describe his appearance, its charm knew no bounds beyond the ethereal, the being was like no other, sometimes even in its most horrifying form he could still look beautiful, enchanting. With its dark blue eyes and golden hair, each strand of it was a luminescent metal braided, still hiding his mineral skin. Helel smiled at him, pushing the other to move out of the lush grass, devoid of any filth and with the wet smell alongside its flowers still present, he could fall asleep in those fields for a long time. Alas, Helel wanted none of that, and so he let his two hands be taken, both bodies transformed closest into the shapes of Elohim, to its image. To have a symmetrical form of hands and feet, no need for wings to fly and with the saffron hair to cover his head. Taking his hand, the younger ran with him out from the lush green scenery and into the crescent fields of barren wastelands that were the grounds of his Cherubim brethren. They were baby guardians at this point, would play around in and bite one another, playfully, for nothing here could cause any pain or suffering, for they were still within the realms of Heaven, where nothing could hurt another.
They passed by, and by other trees and animals sleeping on the sea or flying away, never to be seen on earth due to their splendor. They ran like children do, their feet crushing on the sand feeling the warmth of its rays as Michael looked on to the hand grabbing on to him. He was made of gold, with veins of white fire, a huge contrast compared to his own skin, one as stone cold, deep brown as the bronze on statues, and even then it did not feel soft as the golden being. He was filled in rough scratches due to his many careless times, covered in marine green and blue spots all around his body as he could not wash away his bronze back again to its illustrious state. Tried as he might, Michael was a rotten statue compared to gifted gold that could even wear diamonds for eyes and pearls for teeth every time.
In a moment close to the cliff on a northern winter desert, when the soft warm ground had become cold and sucked their feet into the ground, Helel stopped and moved around the snow with one hand, the other still tight to Michael's. It didn't take much before he spotted something that made his eyes go wide and grab Michael closer to him. "Look at it Michael, is it not beautiful?"
The other looked, and looked and found a new creature, far smaller than them, sitting upon the branches of the trees, filled with white feathers that made him almost invisible to them, it looked soft, its short beak held a branch. Its eyes were round but sharp, for the moment that it sensed them it flew away. Still, both of them did not chase it. Instead the golden one turned to him, "You saw it right, You saw it? It's another one of His creations! This time it was white instead of black, and it lived here in a place full of other white creatures!"
Michael nodded along to his words.
"I'm sensing a pattern here Michael! I know I am! It's been so long since we've seen another one of these being changed, what do you think we will see next? Maybe one in the grass that is green, really really green! Or one in the sea that is blue! Or, or, or—"
Bells rang, from all other sides, choruses sang and the most highest of divine beings, bright as constellations, moved all around the sky to the court of Heaven, in its center where The Lord's throne stood, around where other beings that served Holy Lord, Seraphim and Ofanim, Michael could remember them, the only divine beings to have never grown unlike the rest of the other beings that closely resembled the Lord. They didn't appear to have an animalistic personality unlike the Cherubim, they didn't appear to grow around plants like the Virtues, be attracted to rocks and flames like the Powers or around stars like the Dominions. Carefully all of them stood in a realm of consciousness closer to the Lord, sharing wisdom that made them grow more than any other divine being themselves.
And Michael was one of them, but the Seraphim had prophesied he ought to be more. In their words;
Child you ought to be the Prince of princes, Chief who commands the army of Heaven. That is why you and those closest to you grow in mind and wisdom, unlike us.
Qaddisin; that same Throne by the east of Him, had come to tell him that at his ceremony. In secrecy to all other angels of Heaven. Qaddisin was also the one who came down to them floating down from clouds made of fire before stepping down to meet them.
If they were already giants, then Qaddisin is the tower itself, twice the size of the trees they both came out of, a posture straight as a tree, wings made of diamonds, shaped like birds, hid their face and bodies; Qaddisin's arms where many, each attending to holy scriptures on notes that they couldn't see, they could only watch the movement of each ten fingers in one hand, and ten hands within one arm, then many arms that made Helel dizzy and the animals freak out.
"Michael." They called out, their voice sounded like it had trained upon thousands of years, and maybe they had, for time whisks away endlessly short and long for those who look for it and for those who don't. He didn't seem to care about it though. Simply, his feet went forward, and suddenly, the winds revealed thousands of eyes engraved on them. Michael did not fear it, having grown close to this ever since he was born.
The eyes closed, everything which had been said, had been said. Helel looked to him, and Qaddisin looked to Helel, not letting him speak they said; "Helel, anointed Cherub, have you finished training in your arts for you to have a reason to go around without worries?"
Helel did not hesitate, his smile never ending as he clung to his life long companion in one arm.
"I have, Holy Twin Qaddisin, I am the best around my brethren, and among the Powers too, no one can outshine me in battle." He looked at Michael, "Not even you!" And Michael didn't feel threatened in any form at those words. It was a fact, one to feel proud about rather than mad. Of all angels, he was the one to have worked so much.
Qaddisin did not speak, they simply turned to the other side and walked before actually talking, "Tomorrow shall be the finalization of the Fifth day. You already know that Eden and Heaven don't operate on the same rules of Time and Space as Earth." One day on the highest realm of Heaven would be the equivalent of thousands of years for the universe around Heaven, and millions or billions of years on earth. Or maybe it was the opposite, Michael would have to ask Raziel about that again. "So for that reason, Our Lord and Creator has decided that day to give out a special job for both of you, This time inside the Garden of Eden."
"The only place that is in between Earth and Heaven!!" Helel shouted in excitement, granted, he had just been given his job in the most important place around all the Universe, second only to the Palace of The Divine Council. Michael could feel his hands tightening on his skin, he grabbed those hands with his own and also squeezed them as a way to reciprocate his excitement.
They continued with: "Your job for the sixth day is to come up with land animals, you will help Our Lord directly." One of the arms stretched to go behind Qaddisin and struck Helel softly on the top of his head, its stern voice commanding, "Learn and Listen well. Especially listen, for only then can you start to love the creations more."
Helel giggled, "Of course I'll listen. There is nothing more that I love to do after all."
"Sure, sure." Qaddisin dismissed it.
Both walked behind Qaddisin, their hands all going back to work and the eyes of most wings closing, with the remainder two focusing on the halo on top of their head, two rings that moved around like the wheels of the Thrones and provided information– forbidden information– Helel always used to say. It really wasn't, Michael had tried to read it one day and all he understood was nothing so he left it as it was.
Talking of him, Michael felt a slight push to his side. The golden one next to him had gotten close enough to whisper to his ear, wishing to tell him a secret only for his voice to hear.
"I saw their anger coming the moment Qaddisin had looked at me."
Michael was confused, his face transparent about it made Helel talk more. "It's always Qaddisin the one to think that I don't do anything but laze around. They don't believe the words of Kadishim, their other twin because Kadishim tends to be more relaxed than them, so they think that I'm doing the bare minimum."
Qaddisin moved one eye, catching Helel laughing, going silent as a plant and pulling away from Michael when their eyes met.
But once the eye turned back, Helel went back to grabbing Michael and adding; "They probably don't like me considering I'm Kadishim's favorite."
"We are here." Qaddisin interrupted the two. In a moment. The shining eyes of Helel shined even more as he saw one Qaddisin's rings grow to the size of Qaddisin itself and show a beautiful garden, far more beautiful than the Universe in which they stood in– without hesitation, Helel jumped inside the ring and landed his feet on the air, his form had almost disintegrated from all the excitement that he couldn't contain. Alas he was smarter and therefore could properly maintain the golden skin, one which did not tempt the order of Eden.
To his surprise, Helel did not reach the ground, instead falling into the arms of someone.
"You..." Michael could hear the irritation in those words after the sudden gasp that Qaddisin had given when Helel surprised them. Despite that, it only looked forward to Michael and said, "Too much is he not? Even Gabriel ought to be calmer than he is and isn't going to be thy Holy Me—Ah, why is that importance of mine? Should it not be my twin's? Come Michael, Our Lord awaits us."
As before, Helel would always stay closest to Him in one form or another, all out of love. While others held themselves back at His feet, or around the throne, around him overall, only Helel would be the one to be held tight unto His hugs, sit on thy lap and even in his younger days, be placed close on thy bosom, to be carried by thy hands that created thee.
It was no wonder that the one to have caught the fallen angel from the sky would be Him.
"Father!" Helel cried out to the figure, skin darker than any night, but bright over the stars that shone in it, for He was everything itself. The light was so bright that for a moment Helel had to close his own and slowly regain his eyesight. When he wasn't so close to Him, being slowly set onto the grass fields in tranquility and kindness, he could finally make out two other beings behind the Lord. One letting out breath from his own nose, his skin made of paper that couldn't be broken, with inky black hairs like a half dipped brush. He stood out like a sore thumb, upright and with his arms wrapped around his dark hands. Gabriel. Helel could instantly notice him by the way he was being looked at. Amusement over how childish he acted when standing near Him.
The other one was not too bad; shy as always, shoulders slumped and hands on his back–unlike Gabriel's– he stood the farthest from them all, and didn't even look at Him nor the rest of the angels. His rose quartz eyes only stared at the ground below, the same color as himself, mostly due to the fact that he was molded from the dirt and wood while the rest of which he covered himself with was flowers and leaves, especially unique trinkets in his hair. A new thing that Helel noticed was that a rose had grown on said leaves. He wanted to point it out but a new voice entered the field.
"Helel!"
Kadishim's favorite had come, so of course Kadishim instantly ran out of their work to hug him with— two arms, surprisingly. When he got to pull away from Kadishim's embrace did he finally notice Kadishim and Qaddisin had changed to a simple form. Both figures were as symmetrical as the angels, but this time they were covered in veils from head to toe. Qaddisin wore dark blue while Kadishim wore light red.
"Oh how good it is to know that all of you will soon be sharing the most important role of all!"
"All of us?" Helel said, going to look at Michael who had finished greeting good before meeting his eyes again. "Was it not just Michael and I?" He turned back to Kadishim.
"No no no!" They laughed while poking his nose three times. "Oh Qaddisin, I always tell you to be fully truthful."
"I am fully truthful, Twin of mine! This child is just half as patient as the other."
"Oh my how excited they can get! Then sorry dear Twin of mine! Now yes Helel, the four of you will be granted special access to Eden for only the rise of 530 million years on Earth, starting now of course."
Qaddisin continued on cue. "So it is up to you to be able to create at least 56,709,9—"
"Or as many as you wish!"
Qaddisin glared through the veils at their twin. "... whatever species then… Well, you might already have references to the creations that we need, hopefully you remembered the studies back with Sophia don't you?"
#bible fandom#angels#angelology#abrahamic mythology#archangel raphael#archangel gabriel#archangel michael#lucifer#michael/lucifer#my this was written like#ages ago
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Every person also craves change and new opportunities in his life. Among all those who go through this transformation, there is one person amazing as the very first flower of spring. Its delicate petals, as if decorated with glass drops of dew, shimmered in all shades of sky blue. Every time its buds opened in the wind, they aroused delight and admiration among people. Countless letters and poems were dedicated to this flower, and everyone wanted only one thing - to watch its beautiful blossoming. Spring was coming to an end, and all my life I dreamed of meeting a real star. My soul stopped when I looked at his incomparable beauty. Cha Eunwoo's face shone with the freshness of the first blooming spring rose, tenderness and purity, as if he was created for aesthetic pleasure. Every movement of his arms and legs was precise and graceful, like the wings of a beautiful butterfly that flies towards the sun. At that moment I was transported to a fairy-tale world. He could transform into any character, gaining new strength and perfection, just like a butterfly flying out of its cocoon. From now on, Cha Eunwoo, as a work of art, has become a symbol of the beauty, elegance and tenderness that can be found in this ordinary world. He remained a mystery and inspired everyone to immerse themselves in the world of inner splendor and beauty that is present in each of us.
Eunwoo is like early spring for me. Why spring? The answer is simple. I'm a dreamer. Yes. Eunwoo is just like early spring - young, fresh and full of hope. His eyes are bright and sparkling, his smile is so open and serene that it makes people feel like they're the best in the world. It brings people not only beauty, but also spiritual renewal. Every day when Eunwoo appears, it seems as if all the problems have disappeared forever.
Spring days pass easily and unnoticed for him. He spends them in a street or in the park, where the smells of flowers and green trees add even more energy and positive thoughts to him. While other people struggle with their difficulties, he remains calm and relaxed, ready to take on life's new challenges.
No matter how difficult life may be for other people, Eunwoo always finds a way to support his friends and loved ones. He is a true source of strength and support who can share his wisdom and experience. He enjoys working on projects with a team as it allows him to use his creativity.
He is like early spring, when everything around begins to come to life after a long winter. In his presence one feels a special freedom and lightness. It seems that he is imbued with happiness and is ready to share it with everyone. Where he appears, it smells like spring. The aroma of fresh earth mixes with the delicate scent of blooming flowers. The leaves of the trees reflect the spring sun with playful colors, creating a bright palette that fills hearts with joy. People who meet him feel a flow of energy that flows through their veins. The smile on their faces becomes wider, their eyes light up with joy. All worries and problems somehow disappear, leaving only room for happiness. He walks through the streets, leaving traces of his magical walk there. Children run out of houses, trying to catch him by the sleeve. They laugh and run, experiencing all the power of spring freedom.
Time spent next to him becomes the most valuable gift. He helps to forget about past disappointments and look into the future with optimism. Eunwoo opens up new horizons and brings an inexplicable piece of wonder into everyday life.
He's like early spring. Eunwoo brings freshness and purity, filling hearts with spring warmth and love. He gives a feeling of freedom and happiness, and everyone who finds themselves next to him is immersed in a world where it smells like spring.
The sky will share the cotton candy of pink clouds, pure blue will hug your shoulders boundlessly, the breeze blows across your neck and shoulders and ruffles your hair. You want to breathe there. Want to laugh. Want to live. And cry with happiness. From the feeling of inspiration of the soul. His inner voice speaks louder. He has passion and is wonderfully gifted with talent.
The world is gradually filled with the morning glow, and the sea still seems one with the heavens. You plunge headlong into thoughts about spring, the sea, the beauty of people; you smile at the sun rising from behind the houses, delight yourself with little things: warm tea, atmospheric music.
His feet are made to walk on soft grass, his hands are tamed by warm winds, his hair grows to be decorated with flowers, and his chocolate eyes can only reflect the clear sky.
He sleeps without opening his eyes, and his calm breathing promises that the cold will recede, as it always did. Then he will get up and walk barefoot through the young grass towards the sun, towards life...
You open your eyes and feel the desire to live. Birds songs outside the window remind you of spring, stubbornly breaking through the snowy winter, and you begin to believe that you will break through too. You feel how strength appears in your soul, which has been empty for several months, to lend a helping hand to those who are nearby. To tell your loved ones about your love, to smile at yourself in the reflection.
Sun. So long-awaited, warm and dear. On this day, spring opens the windows and bursts into the house with a stream of light, turning shadows and echoes of nightmares to dust. The air trembles with the melody of new life ringing through it - bright, enthusiastic, still a little timid, but ready to scatter throughout the world.
Suddenly there is something in the air that will remind me how happy the smell of last spring made me.
Please always think positive and be happy. This world needs your thin thread, we all need this spring.
(c) by 카탸 🌸
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Christmas Poem
T'was a night very dark and dim,
The wind did wail and howl,
the seas did roar with fury grim,
And mournful sang the owl.
Dark clouds cloaked the starry skies,
Hindering heaven’s light,
The air was rent with sorrowful cries
That split the dreary night.
But then the wailing wind was stilled,
The awful storm did cease,
And all things on earth were filled
With a strange yet wondrous peace.
In amaze Men paused to listen,
But for what they did not know,
And wonder in their eyes did glisten
like moonlight on the snow.
Then there stirred in every mortal heart
A whisper, small and still,
Yet it pierced the soul like a fiery dart
And with wonder their hearts did fill.
Then suddenly the silence was broken
with a sound sweeter than song of bird,
for in darkness a light was awoken
and a baby’s cry was heard.
The dim-lit roads of Bethlehem
Echoed softly with that sound,
Of the newborn child of David’s stem,
And about the streets it wound.
The dark clouds faded and fled away,
And the skies were suddenly rent
With radiant light whose heavenly ray
Pierced the firmament.
Twas a star that shone in heaven high,
And Men marveled at the sight
And gazed ever upwards to the sky
Whence came that unearthly light.
And in the distance, a celestial song
from high above came streaming
like rain upon the earth, the throng
of Heaven was heard singing.
Over all the marveling world
Sang the countless, holy legions,
and their white banners they unfurled
Over all the earthly regions.
Those angels’ song like dawn burst forth,
Sure and strong and true,
To the East, the West, the South, the North,
And like a wind it blew.
In blessed music the earth is drenched,
and all desires, cares and fears,
are in one single moment quenched
as that song reaches Men’s ears.
Oh, what marvelous, divine splendor
In those angels’ hymns of delight
did pour out over all, so tender,
In glory pure and bright!
The sorrowing earth sighs with relief,
Then laughs loudly for joy,
Breaking forth into tears, not of grief,
But happiness, for that boy,
that boy, O Jesus Christ the Lord,
the Great Immanuel,
O Child Divine, O Prince adored,
Born on earth to dwell,
To dwell among the Children of God,
And to redeem them from the Fall,
to bow beneath justice's rod,
to at last save us all.
Then at last the children weary
Fall into blissful sleep
And dream of light and places cheery
In slumber buried deep.
And high above the star still streamed
upon the tranquil earth below.
Proudly it still brightly beamed
in defiance of mankind’s foe.
And then the voice was heard once more
Still and small yet clear,
And glad tidings that angel bore
in starry midnight sheer:
“Lift up your head, be of good cheer,
For behold, the time is at hand.
For Heaven’s Prince of Peace so dear
Has descended to mortal land.
A Light, brighter than any star
In a world long marred with sin,
The Son of God is born in lands afar
To save his earthly kin.
On this night is Jesus born,
The Lord of all Creation!
Weep no longer, no longer mourn
For here is Man’s Salvation!”
And thus on that marvelous night
In Bethlehem, House of Bread,
Christ was born, the Living Light,
To save both living and dead.
The veil between heaven and earth was torn
As with a shining, sharpened sword
On the night that He was born,
At the coming of the Lord.
Sing to our Lord praises undying
With the songs that angels sing,
For in that lowly manger was lying
Earth and Heaven’s King.
“On this night is Jesus born,
The Lord of all Creation!
Weep no longer, no longer mourn
For here is Man’s Salvation!”
#I wrote this just yesterday in only a couple hours which NEVER happens btw#either it takes me freakishly long to finish or I never finish it at all#but I got a surge of inspiration after listening to tolkien's Noel poem#and somehow managed to get this poem out in less than a day#that is pure divine providence let me tell you#christmas#poetry#christmas poem#christmas poetry#nativity#jesus christ#bethlehem#Christianity#christ
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honor of Day of the Dead
Here then, is my version the Gnostic Rosary for the Dead:
1. On the cross, make the Sign of the Cross, and pray:
Remember them, O Lord, in Thy kingdom, the faithful souls whom we knew but see no longer, especially (name those for whom you wish to pray). Grant them Thy peace; let the light above the Æons shine upon them; grant them we pray thee, a place of refreshment, a blessed tranquility, and the splendor of Thy Gnosis. O Eternal One, who abidest ever outside the limitations of time, we beseech Thee to shed forth upon Thy faithful children on earth, in heaven, and in the underworld, the bright beams of Thy light and supernal comfort. Amen.
2(a). If the chaplet has only one bead between the cross and the loop of four decades, pray the Requiem prayer on that bead:
Repose in the eternal Fullness grant unto them (him/her), O Lord, and let the Light above the Æons shine upon them (him/her). May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
℣. O Lord, I beseech thee
℟. And let my supplication come unto Thee.
2(b). If the chaplet has more than one bead after the cross, on the large beads pray the previous Requiem prayer, followed by Acts of Pistus, Elpis, and Agape on the three smaller beads:
Act of Pistus:
O God, I put my faith in Thee, because Thou art Truth itself.
Act of Elpis:
O God, I hope in Thee, because Thou art infinitely good.
Act of Agape:
O God, I love Thee with all mine heart, and above all things, because Thou art infinitely perfect; and I love mine neighbor as myself, for the love of Thee.
3. For each decade, pray on the large beads:
Blessed art the dead which die in the Lord; they sleep from their labors, and their works live after them.
4. On each of the smaller beads, pray either one of the following, being consistent throughout the Rosary:
Sweet Heart of Sophia, be my salvation.
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O Light, Thou art my Savior and my Redeemer. (from the Pistis Sophia)
-or -
To know thee, is to love thee and to be one with thee Ave Sophia
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Regina Mortuorum, Oh Queen of the Dead, embrace those on the other side
5. Conclude each decade with the Requiem prayer:
℣. Repose in the eternal Fullness grant unto them (him/her), O Lord;
℟. And let the Light above the Æons illuminate them (him/her).
May they (he/she) sleep in peace.
Out of the depths have I cried unto Thee, O Lord; Lord, hearken my voice. Let Thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication. If Thou, O Lord, shalt observe our iniquities, O Lord, who shall endure it? For with Thee there is merciful forgiveness; and by reason of Thy law, I have waited for Thee, O Lord. My soul hath relied on His word: my soul hath hoped in the Lord. From the morning watch even until night, let Israel hope in the Lord. Because with the Lord there is mercy, and with Him plentiful redemption. And He shall redeem Israel from all its iniquities.
6. After completing the fourth decade, conclude the Rosary with the De Profundis – Psalm 130 in the Hebrew Bible, Psalm 129 in the Septuagint – followed by the Sign of the Cross:
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