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thewitchofelpis · 7 months
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To be holy!! Astarion and Tav! Pretty please!
Set during Act 3.
At least it has almost stopped bleeding.
The past hour and more has been spent trying to pretending that she was not so stupid as to let a blade sneak past her defences, murmuring magics to conceal all possible evidence during moments that no-one might hear, as weary feet brought them back to camp. With what power that has been employed to create the illusion of all being well now unravelled, it is undeniable that her coat is ruined, as are the shirt and vest beneath, to say nothing of the jagged edges of the injury inflicted beneath it all.
More blood on the floor, now before an altar to… Someone. She cares not. The gods are vain, fickle creatures, this pain of hers owing to some crazed zealot too blind to see they are mere playthings for supposed higher powers.
The knife has sliced through into muscle. That much is undeniable each time she attempts to draw breath or move her arm. There is healing required – more than a needle and thread – yet to ask would be—
“Slinking away to tend to your wounds is a foolishly stubborn move, even for one such as yourself.”
Of course he would know. He has made an art of the study of those around him. Of performance. And the blood, besides… No hiding that from him.
“Says the fool whose shirt I’m bleeding all over.”
“Oh, I have no doubt you will acquire me another,” Astarion replies, his nonchalance a little too on the affected side of casual, as he closes the door behind him and moves between the benches that must once have served as pews, until he can sit down beside her.
Carefully, she sets about peeling away layers of fabric for more than a glance at the damage, accepting what assistance is offered in a silence that somehow manages to maintain an air of practicality while he attempts to busy himself with needlessly folding bloodied garments before dropping them to the floor, a measure of restraint there that she is not so accustomed to.
“Shall I tattle on you to Jaheira?” he proposes. “I am quite certain that she would relish berating you.”
“Don’t you dare,” she half-growls, only to be met with a stare that she thinks is meant to be wry, yet pinches too much at the corners of his eyes, his lips a stern line. “…Not yet.”
Silence, again.
Then: “Well, baring yourself in a church is certainly an interesting form of worship.”
“And there was me hoping that the gods would worship me,” she utters dryly, giving a sharp shake of her head, partly to attempt to dislodge the pain, only to shake free frustration instead. “…They’re beginning to think I’m invincible. People. Wherever we go. I don’t… want that. I don’t want worship. Adoration. I want this to be done. Over.”
He tilts his head ever so slightly as he says, “So, you hide away in here, of course very much not pretending to be invincible.”
More quiet. Just the ache of her breathing and a heavy tension strung across his shoulders.
Until he turns to rest his forehead against her temple and murmurs, “Do tell me how long I’m expected to pretend not to see the gravity of the situation.”
She could laugh, almost. If it wouldn’t feel unkind – and would not invite more pain.
How guarded they have been. How they have played each other and stumbled along the way into…
This.
Lifting an unsteady hand, she brushes her fingers over the backs of his and quietly concedes, “Go get Jaheira.”
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Thank you very much for the prompt @jessabug916! :)
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sapphic-sasuke · 2 months
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snippet from my new hashimada oneshot ‘in their dreams they sleep with the moon.’
“Are you challenging me, Hashirama?” Madara bellows, Rinnegan expanding and face twisting into a sneer. “You dare challenge me? I possess power so great I could split this earth into two with my strongest attack.”
From afar, Hashirama’s form flickers, and Madara hesitates, because while his soul is an empty husk, no longer bleeding out for anyone except ghosts, he can still feel that pure, overbearing pressure of Hashirama’s chakra. He’s real.
Hashirama denies him the violence he craves. “I don’t want us to fight again. That’s enough.”
Madara has not fought anyone since the world has come to a standstill, in its process of rebirth. To him, fights are what makes him come to life, heart blazing like his most powerful fire jutsu, decimating all that is in front of him. Only Hashirama sparks that primal delight deep in his gut, gives him back just as strong and never falters.
Hashirama never denies him if he pushes hard enough.
So why now?
“I’ll make you fight me!” he decides, charging forward with an attack at the ready. He uses a fire jutsu that Hashirama easily dodges, and he deflects the barrage of shuriken with mokuton that have a life of its own, wood at the ready to shield him at all costs.
“What will fighting do now?” Hashirama asks, a tone he’s never heard before seeping into his voice. It sounds anguished, stranded and weak. “I’ve been fighting my whole life. Everything is over now. Can’t we sit and reminisce together like old friends? That’s all I want, Madara. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
Madara’s mouth parts and closes, tense and strung. He lets go of the hand signs at the ready and his eerie ringed eyes focus on Hashirama’s form. He looks tired and incorporeal, like he would be shimmering and flickering at his peripheral. He is not grand and divine anymore, like that figure Madara would gladly worship and laud for all his existence.
The sight angers him. This is not who Hashirama is to him, a weak fool who only wants companionship at the end of the world, a man who too seeks the end of human suffering like him, but unlike Madara has failed terribly, and is witnessing the consequences of such failure: beings suspended in tiny universes of their own, all the wirings and neurons in their brain under an illusion so strong it breaks the constraints of dimensions.
“You will fight me,” Madara decides. Hashirama’s face twists, and he ignores it. “In order to undo Infinite Tsukiyomi, you have to fight me. Isn’t that right? But you haven’t yet taken the chance to do so. Perhaps you are waiting for me to grow weaker as the years pass, but that will never happen. Like the sun and like that red moon, I am eternal. The only way to free this world and emerge victorious is to fight me.”
They are on opposing sides. Madara is not controlling the kyuubi this time. It is only them. They alone exist and matter. Nobody else does. Madara feels the first vestiges of euphoria awaken from its deep slumber.
“Will you dance with me, Hashirama?”
Hashirama presses his hands together, and this prayer seems more desperate than the rest. Wood emerges from underneath the shallow waters and begins striking outwards towards him.
“If that is what will appease you.”
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wellthebardsdead · 4 months
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Fools prayer pt9
Part 8 here
———
Nerevar: *holding Vivec upright as the two walk through the temple to the communion chamber of the good daedra* you should be resting Vehk-
Vivec: *leaning against him as exhaustion overwhelms him once more, mixing with the effects voryns blood had left in his body* I can’t- I need to confirm what I saw. I saw them, all three- they’re trapped, I need to know, I have to kn- *gasps as nerevar scoops him up with ease, holding him bridal style* n-neht-
Nerevar: you’re in no state to walk, I’ll carry you…
Vivec: I… th-thank you. *sighs and leans into his touch. His feelings of unworthiness and guilt giving way to familiarity in his comfort* I… I have to be sure… maybe the dream was a lie. Maybe there’s still hope.
Nerevar: I hope so, but… if lady Azura called for you then… maybe she’ll answer you… my prayers to her were left unanswered.
Vivec: *stomach twisting into knots* that’s not a good sign… *looks up at the giant doors as the guards open them for the them. Some casting perplexed glances their way, confused as to why nerevar and vivec are so close knowing all that’s happened, the others either unbothered or simply informed of the earlier events of that day*
Nerevar: *steps into the chamber and feels dread creep further into his soul as he feels no presence from any of the good daedra* it’s quiet… *looks around the room as the doors close leaving them in total darkness* the torches didn’t light?…
Vivec: *holds out one of his hands casting a small fireball, half expecting to see voryns face appear from the shadows but seeing nothing beyond Nerevar and his gentle eyes reflecting his magics light* I don’t think… they’re here anymore… *tosses the flame into one of the large bowls of oil, igniting it and letting its flame travel around to the others, illuminating the dark space* maybe their reach can’t go beyond the mountain-
Nerevar: n-no don’t say that, we have to try, maybe they’re just fighting to free Mephala if what we saw was true. They’d- they’d never abandon us. *sets him down before azuras statue*
Vivec: *ears slowly shifting, picking up the doubt in Nerevars words and tone, wondering if he too felt the want to succumb to voryns requests and offers, wondering if it was enough to bring the Hortator into questioning the faith that lead him to walk as himself once more after all he’d suffered through* just… be prepared… if they are bound to him, he could reach us just as easily…
Nerevar: I’m aware… *sighs and walks to azuras altar, placing incense and dried flowers as an offering before joining vivec on the floor, kneeling quietly as he opens his mind and closes his eyes* Azura, lady of twilight, I’ve done as you asked. I brought vivec to y-
“Too late… it’s too late…”
Vivec: Boethia?… Azura? No- it’s not- neht? Nerevar-?! *opens his eyes to find himself no longer in the temple or beside nerevar* n-neht?
Nerevar: lady Azura?… *opens his eyes to find himself no longer beside Vivec, but instead, voryn*
“They belong to me now.”
Voryn: *smiles at him fondly, his lips moving to the words but speaking with azuras voice*
“To the heart of creation we are bound as we long wished to be, Boethia worshipped the scarab, lorkhan, the true creator, she wished to become him. Mephala, admired his lies and deceit as he spun his perfect world with the threads of time. And Azura wished to be loved by all of his creation. We are happy. This is no punishment. This is a blessing.”
Nerevar: *frozen in place as he stares at voryn, his mind cracking like glass as he struggles to discern reality from illusion, unable to fathom his closest friend would be back like this, that he could do this* n-no I-I don’t- no Mephala she- I- h-how did you trick them? How could you do this to them?! This is no blessing this is madness voryn!!!
Voryn: *grins looking up from him to the statues*
Nerevar: *looks up and barely contains his horrified scream as he sees the stone replaced with the princes themselves, their bodies ripped open and their rib cages formed around the heart of creation, bound by vines of roses, bloodied silken webs, and the still coiling and twisting bodies of snakes. All of them groaning, all of them powerless, all of them slowly turning to ebony as their power seeps further out of them and into the heart of creation, the heart of the scarab, voryns, heart* wh-what have you done?
Voryn: *smiles as he suddenly looms over him, his slender hands sliding around the hortators neck and cupping his jaw to tilt his head back and meet his hypnotising gaze* I did what was necessary. They tricked poor, naive Vivec into killing us. They didn’t answer my prayers for salvation as the heart corrupted me and drove me insane. They allowed me to become dagoth ur, and they rebirthed you time, And time again, just to force you to do their bidding for them. *gently strokes his face and runs his other hand through his mowhawk* like this, they can harm you no more. And at last, they can finally serve their people as they serve me. Vehk spoke the truth, for when he and the tribunal ruled, our people were loved and cared for, their needs were met, their prayers were answered. Together we can do the same nerevar, we ca- AAAAAGHHH!!!
Nerevar: *stares in utter shock as the head of a familiar, leathery spear punctures through voryns chest where his heart should be, and behind him holding it, vivec* V-Vehk!
Vivec: *eyes glowing white having seen through the illusion of the house of shadow, scowling as he grabs voryn by his hair pulling him back further onto the spear* GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!!!
Voryn: *grits his teeth into an irritated, but eerily satisfied grin* so this is what nerevar felt when you betrayed him. *smirks as his third eye glows a vibrant, hypnotising red* you’ve always been so annoyingly clever Vehk… why can’t you see reason this one time when it could change the lives of our kin forever?… don’t you want them to be happy? Don’t you want to atone for all you’ve d-Ghhgh *looks down again as vivec let’s go of his hair and stands there, looking in front of voryn in shock* n-nerevar?…
Nerevar: *face inches from voryns as he drives his lance through him* this isnt right, this isn’t the real you, you’re not him, you’re not my voryn.
*deathly silence*
Voryn: … *slowly withers away into a swirling, shadowy mist as tears fall from his eyes, and all light within the chamber turns a bone chilling red* I tried being reasonable.
*BOOM!!!*
Vivec: *staggers back, hitting the ground hard as the heart held aloft by the good daedras bodies pulses like a deafening drum* w-we have to get out of here! *grabs nerevars arm*
Voryn: I tried being kind.
*BOOM!!!*
Nerevar: *stands and pulls vivec to his feet before lifting him into his arms as the ground beneath them begins to split open revealing a burning, glowing heat from beneath as magma bubbles up from between the cracks* the door?! Where’s it gone?!
Voryn: all I wanted was what was best for you!! Why won’t you let me help you?!
*BOOM!*
Azura: *suddenly turns her gaze down to nerevar and vivec as a final tear wells in her eyes, one final parting blessing*
Voryn: *too lost in his rage to notice the good daedra* If you won’t come Willingly. ILL BRING YOU TO ME MYSELF!!!
*BOOM!!!*
Azura: good luck, my Hortator. *smiles as the tear falls from her face and swallows nerevar and vivec into its embrace as her entire form tenses, and becomes solid ebony*
*a few seconds later*
Temple guard: they’ve been in there a while.
Temple guard 2: well the Hortator seemed worried, maybe the good daedra have a task for him.
Temple guard: maybe they’re killing vivec after all.
Temple guard 2: or sleeping with him…
Temple guard: …
Both of them: *open the doors a crack to have a peek, only for the both of them to get taken out as a flood of perfumed water gushes out of the chamber*
Vivec: *coughs as he crawls out seconds later, nerevar crawling out beside him* …no… no… What have I done?… it’s too late, it’s too late…
Nerevar: *coughs up another mouthful of water and slowly opens his eyes to see his reflection in the ripples against the marbled floor, his face giving way between each one to voryns smiling grin and glowing eyes* … n-no… *chokes out a sob and falls to the floor as a sense of hopeless dread and heartbreak consumes him*
*Several hours later*
Vivec: *staring out the window of nerevars room, knowing the sun will be up soon but now too afraid to sleep despite the lingering exhaustion luring him back further and further into the pillows of the hortators bed* …I took it when I saw the mask… in your office earlier…
Nerevar: *holding muatra, trying to inspect it for any clues of voryns presence* I figured… I’m not mad if that’s what you’re wondering… I’m… im glad you took it. Gods only know what voryn would have done to us if I’d of let him take hold of my mind.
Vivec: thank you for bringing your lance… I could feel him pulling at the corners of my mind…
Nerevar: … *sighs and sets it down before sitting on the bed and rubbing his eyes* is it wrong… that I… I wanted to give in?…
Vivec: *glances at him from across the bed* …I was hoping you’d have an answer to that same question… I wanted to. So… so badly…
Nerevar: *looks back at him with tired, but gentle and understanding eyes* …
Vivec: he… he had me believing I could fix my mistakes… that I could heal everyone who needed it. That I could rid the temple of corruption that… *sighs* that I could make you happy…
Nerevar: … *crawls across the bed and sits beside him, fixing one of the newly laid bandages across his still fresh wounds as he takes his hand* he promised me the same… *sighs* we… we’ll figure this out together… I promise you, Vehk… We’ll rid the temple of corruption, we’ll fix everything on our own, we just… we just have to find a way to deal with him and save the good daedra first…
Vivec: *staring at his hand in his before slowly looking up and meeting his gaze* I thought I’d know everything when becoming a god… but… I still don’t know how you can always be so hopeful… I always envied that of you.
Nerevar: *smiles fondly at him* you don’t know? Impossible, you taught me yourself.
Vivec: I did?… hm… *looks down with an amused smile pulling at the corner of his lips* perhaps you’ll need to remind me of what I’ve forgotten then…
Nerevar: … *gently lifts his chin to meet his gaze once more* …
Vivec: … *leans forward a little, testing the waters, before smiling and falling into his arms as nerevar gladly let’s him move closer* neht…
Nerevar: *lays back into the pillows holding him close, running his hand through his short, cloud like hair* shhhh, stay with me tonight, Vehk…
*meanwhile outside*
‘Temple Guard’: *holding a tray of tea, peering into the room before stepping back and nodding to the other guards* Ah, it seems sleep took them before I arrived. I’ll return when they wake.
Ordinators: *both nod and hold their positions as normal*
‘Temple Guard’: *turns and leaves, walking not to the kitchens, but to the accomodations for house dres, dropping his disguise as he enters and bows on his hands and knees* my lord.
Sen Dres: *moaning and whining as his personal healers tend to the hundreds of open wounds across his back and legs, smirking between blissed and pained cries knowing he’s making them uncomfortable by getting off from the pain* Ahmnnn? *lifts his head looking at his spy* well, did you find anything?
Dres Spy: *staying on his hands and knees just to avoid looking at the display before him* y-yes my lord… the good daedra are in peril from what I heard, but-
Sen Dres: *interest already peeked* but?
Dres Spy: the Hortator and vivec… they discussed overthrowing the temples system, to ‘rid it of corruption.’ As they- they-
Sen Dres: as they what? Speak up!
Dres Spy: a-as they shared each others company in Nerevars bed.
Sen Dres: *eyes widening in surprise for a moment, before narrowing in a cruel, dark grin* oh~? How… interesting.
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iwasbored777 · 1 year
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I'm thinking about Multiplication again (yeah one of my favourite episodes ever why not) and how smart Lila was to slowly build her "I love Ladybug" personality cuz she defended Ladybug better than everyone else in the class and also showed why she and Chloé are so different - cuz Chloé wasn't trying to fake it she just said what she thinks and of course no one will take her seriously and doesn't anymore because she's just whining and repeats the same thing in every episode - but Lila was being sweet and nice and she was saying the truth of course but she didn't mean it and the class was like "aaawww she's right we should believe in Ladybug" and then in Illusion how Lila joined the squad to help Ladybug and Chat Noir and acted like a bigger person in front of Marinette and Marinette had to accept her cuz if she didn't Marinette would look like a worse person here - just like Chloé in Multiplication - cuz Lila already build herself a story and Marinette had too. And also how Marinette was smarter than Chloé cuz Chloé didn't learn anything from Lila and she continued talking trash about Ladybug but Marinette decided to fake it and make it look like she forgot Lila while dying inside.
Like I said Lila does have a story that can fool people and two faces - if I didn't know her the way she spoke in Multiplication was so sweet and what she said THE THING I'VE BEEN SAYING ALL THE TIME would literally make me take her into my Maribug worship cult without a second thought - but Marinette is still their friend whom they know better and they should believe her regardless.
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oh no worries at all!!! would just love to read more jealous zelda/ lilith cause you write them both so well😭 HANDS DOWN🙇🏻‍♀️
Since I have my hands full with ongoing wips I thought it would be a great idea to add a little os to the list; it took me like 20 minutes cause I was inspired tho! Canon complaint and jealousy angst because these two ladies call for power dynamics when a past relationship sex is implied. Slightly NSFW. Hope you like this!
From a dark corner in her room, Lilith is lurking. She’s watching Zelda get changed in perfect silence, her leopard shirt stained with dried blood, her hands and pencil skirt soiled with dirt; she looks exhausted with her hair disheveled, like she’s been through too much in too little time.
She looks like she’s in need of a good fuck and the burning pain of rejection makes Lilith even more ravenous to be the one who gets to wreck her. She waits for Zelda to remove her ruined clothes and only when she’s only in her lace bra and matching panties, she comes out from her hiding place.
“Excellent performance in the graveyard.” She asks, her voice low.
Zelda gasps, turning around with a sudden movement. Her green eyes shoot darts.
“What are you doing here?” She snarls, not even attempting to cover the body Lilith knows by the inch. “I thought I made it clear: we don’t need you.”
“Yes.” Lilith sighs dramatically, pacing around the room with the sole purpose of getting closer to the witch without looking threatening. “You abandoned me when I most needed you; you worship Hecate now.”
“Jealous?” Zelda asks and, not satisfied, she has the audacity to chuckle.
Lilith all but glares at her. Yes, she is jealous. Yes, she feels betrayed not only because Zelda has fooled her with the illusion of a Church of Lilith in her name, choosing another deity to pay to, but because she’s also betrayed their unspoken path of being allies and casual sex partners since the night of the exorcism.
The truth is that Lilith wants to make her pay for her betrayal. The truth is also that she needs Zelda to rise again, defeat the Dark Lord and claim the crown.
She walks around her, gazing at her in a predatory manner. She makes sure Zelda can feel her hot breath against the back of her neck, the warmth of her skin lapping at her bare back; Lilith draws impossibly close but never enough to touch her.
“Tell me, Zelda, what does she give you that I didn’t?”
“She gives us protection.” The witch breathes out and it’s clear that her voice is already affected. Maybe she feels guilty and tries to hide it behind her proverbial pride, maybe her memory is flooded with images of the past, of their long nights of sex. “She brought Hilda back.”
“Don’t you think I should get a thank you for that?” Lilith purrs, stopping right behind her. They’re almost the same height, and still, it feels like the demoness is towering over her.
“Whatever for?”
“When you call upon Hecate, you call upon the very source of witchcraft.” Finally, she touched her neck, pushing away red tresses off Zelda’s shoulder. Her breath is hot against her skin. “Since I was the first witch, you call upon me.”
“Hecate is above you.” The other replies, the struggle to keep her composure now clear in her voice; she shivers.
“Perhaps,” Lilith admits. “But I’m here and she’s not. Hecate is just an idea, something impalpable while me… I’m very much real. Besides, nobody can make you feel the way I do.”
Zelda can only close her eyes when she feels the demoness’ hands on her body. She squeezes one of her breasts possessively while the other hand crawls down her front, sliding inside her panties without warning. Her fingertips feel like liquid fire.
“Lilith-” It’s something between a gasp and a moan, maybe a pleading whimper to continue, and that’s what makes the demoness stop.
“Come back to me, Zelda. You know how sweet my gifts are.” She murmurs in her ears. Unhurriedly, she withdraws her hand, earning a discontent glare from Zelda and when she steps in front of her, Lilith smirks.
The witch swallows thickly, feeling the discomfort of the unsatisfied release twitch in her lower belly. Pride spikes inside her once again.
“What if I don’t want to worship you?” She challenges, lifting her chin.
Lilith loves how strong she is. She can already taste how powerful they can be together, if they only try for real, this time. But Lilith has begged her already, tasted humiliation on her tongue and it was intense and destructive just like the memory of Zelda’s fingers on her own body, and she won’t make the same mistake again.
“My patience is limited, I’d hate to see you fall by my hand when the time comes.” She warns, drawing so close to her that their mouths almost touch. Lilith bares her teeth, reminding the witch how sharp they are, proving to her that she won’t hesitate to use them, if necessary. She already did that in the past - even though in a different circumstance. She would love to do that again, taste the warm blood pouring from Zelda’s skin as she writhes and chase a release by Lilith’s hand. She hopes those days aren’t gone forever. “Remember, Zelda: soon, I will wear the crown I’m owed and on Doomsday, I will keep in mind those who wronged me. Don’t be amongst them or I swear you’ll burn through the flames of Hell until you recall to whom you belong.”
Lilith tried not to falter when Zelda’s eyes darkened considerably and her lips curled up into a daring smirk.
“I’d love to see you try.”
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cryptresources · 8 months
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In Times New Roman RP Starters
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" I don't give up, I give in. " " There ain't nothing to win. " " Listening to crickets in the pale moonlight. " " I can hum it if you'd like. " " Consequences, schmonsequences. " " You're caught in the middle of what you've made. " " Ain't it a little strange? " " Do you think we'll break? " " We're all caught in the middle. " " We're too fucking late. " " I don't care what you think anymore. " " Doesn't matter anyway. " " You think you're brave? " " Truth is, face to face, you're a coward. " " I don't know what's true, particularly if it's from you. " " I'm just a fool who is terrified. " " We'll never get back to where we were. " " You got a lot of nerve coming 'round this place. " " Your promises are smoke I see you inhale. " " You gotta hold your tongue. " " Run like a rabbit, as fast as you can. " " Is what you get worth what you gave up? " " Come get what you deserve. " " I did not notice the weight of the chains till they're cut from me. " " What you worship is your god. " " I don't know what time it was. " " If I followed you, I'd be lost too. " " There are no more mountains to climb. " " There's nothing l can do, except enjoy the view. " " When there's nothing l can do, I smile. " " Give your secrets away. " " Every living thing will die, from the king of the jungle to butterfly. " " The only sin is waiting too long. " " Fears, ideas, they grow like a weed. " " No time in life for shit. " " Don't care what the people say. " " I told myself, "You can do this" but I'm having my doubts. " " What can you do? " " Wake up, we need you. " " Don't fall asleep now. " " Friends close, enemies closer. " " Safety's an illusion. " " Affix your blades and steel your nerves. " " The look in your eyes says "I love you". " " Still so much to lose and I've already lost so much. " " What can you say? " " What you expect? " " I'm so goddamn sick of this place. " " Bring on the healing. "
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( AN EMERALD TIARA, THE GAZE AND VOICE OF A SIREN, FINGERS FLEXING AND CONTORTING WITH MAGIC )▸ welcome to latverion, AMORA (ENCHANTRESS). it’s time to be gracious, for in this vast multiverse, you have been saved by emperor doom. according to records you are 1000+ and use SHE/HER pronouns. emperor doom expects you’ll enjoy your career as singer, or else. excellent. we look forward to your contribution.
ABOUT BASICS
FULL NAME: Amora
ALIAS: Enchantress, Goddess of Love, Beauty & Lust.
AGE: 1000+
AFFILIATIONS: Asgard. She often flips between anti-hero and villain.
GENDER AND PRONOUNS: Female & She/Her
FACE CLAIM: Svetlana Khodchenkova
IN-DEPTH ANALYSIS
POINT OF ORIGIN: As Amora is sadly not in the MCU as of yet, she will mainly have some comic based history. She has been in the comics for a very long time so I will just be doing broad strokes. Most of her characterisation will come from Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes series where she did get a lot of development. However, her canon will work in MCU events as it is relatively easy to work things into her canon as Amora is somewhat distant with Asgardians but she is well known.
ABILITIES/SKILLS: Amora is an Asgardian goddess and as such, she possesses all natural gifts bestowed to an Asgardian as her senses and physiology is superhuman, superhuman longevity, healing factor, speaking all languages through Allspeak. What is unique to Amora is her knowledge and her skills in witchcraft and sorcery. She is noted as being one of Asgard’s most powerful magic users as well as one of the most powerful in all the Nine Realms. Her skills have allowed her to surpass Karnilla and even cause fear for Asgardians who dare come across her. With her magic, Amora can but not limited to powerful spell casting, energy projection, teleportation, levitation/flight, portal creation, glamouring/illusion casting, transmutation, paralysis, force fields, life/soul absorption, time disruption, telekinesis, telepathy, hypnosis, manipulation of the elements and astral projection to name a couple. Perhaps what is most noticeable about Amora is her supernatural beauty, her beauty bewitching Asgardians, mortals and other creatures alike. She is known for using her beauty to manipulate others into doing her bidding or acting irrationally. Many people have fought over Amora, which she finds entertaining. Having built her power on seduction, Amora has manipulated and wormed her way into the hearts of many powerful individuals who all paid the price for falling for her tactics. As such, Amora is worshipped as the goddess of love, lust, and beauty, being described as the most beautiful of Asgard and is worshipped by many. Aside from her powers, Amora is noted for her cunning and tactics, proving to be skilled in manipulation. Do not be fooled, though Amora doesn’t like to get too involved in direct conflict, Amora often surprises people with her combat skills, especially when it involves using her magic in a fight.
HAVE THEY BROUGHT ANY FAMILY OR PETS WITH THEM: Amora has no one she holds dead with her. Skurge doesn’t count as a pet, right?
ANY HEADCANONS YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW: 
Amora is worshipped on Asgard as the Goddess of Love, Lust and Beauty.
She has been both a friend and an enemy to Asgard. She had conquered lands and property in Asgard enough so to make others wary.
Amora is a polarizing figure in Asgard, with some seeking her out for her advice and spells for love and beauty, while others fear her for her temper, famous for dishing out cruel punishments if she deemed worship unsatisfactory or because she is finds it fun. A famous story is that a man wished for her hand in marriage so he could bask in her beauty every moment, so she turned him into a tree, so he can always watch over her beauty.
Amora’s old estate was often surrounded by creatures that were once Asgardians which she had transformed through magic. Many were either seeking her love or those she deemed provided unsatisfactory worship.
Amora has a tense relationship with Asgard due to a deal that Odin made with the Frost Giants for a truce as long as they could have Amora. Amora was not consulted on this and was simply taken away. Using her hypnotic beauty to get herself released, she returned to Asgard on a rampage and swore to never come to their aid ever again.
Amora never did come back to their aid and thus why she was absent for many of the wars and events on Asgard. 
Amora is the only known Asgardian who practices witchcraft aside of traditional Asgardian magic.
QUESTIONNAIRE
HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT EMPEROR DOOM? In public, Amora is a supporter of Doom’s regime. She believes it is nothing but spectacular. However, beneath that, its riles her and has left her seething. If anyone was to rule, it should of been her, not him. Of course, Amora is confident that she can change that. Doom wouldn’t be the first leader she had wormed her way in with.
HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THE BATTLES? ARE THEY TRYING TO AVOID THEM? OR ARE THEY EAGER TO JUMP IN? Amora often spectates at the battles but she doesn’t plan to get involved. As many of Midgard’s heroes haven’t met Amora, she wants to keep her talents tucked away for as long as she possibly can. However, she is an Asgardian, so she does enjoy a good violent battle, preferably to the death.
WHY HAS YOUR CHARACTER ACCEPTED THEIR JOB POSITION? WILL THEY USE IT TO GET CLOSER TO DOOM? OR WILL THEY USE IT EXPLOIT HIM? OR DO THEY SIMPLY LIKE THEIR JOB? Amora believes she was given her job due to her siren like qualities, her beauty being able to captivate a crowd and bring them in with her allure. Though she loves the adoration, she hates that she has essential became Doom’s trapped songbird. Amora of course has played the damsel who bewitches the “hero” and she plans to use her allure to get as close to Doom as possible. If not to kill him and take over, then to manipulate his actions and essentially rule through him. Amora did always have big ambitions.
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Seek and Speak
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I do not know what led me down this path. All I know is that the fire to do so has been burning within me for years. I can honestly say that the only thing that prevented me from doing so earlier was the world; giving it credence.
Those unmistakable feelings of truth were the only thing I had. Alas, even these were not enough, in a world full of half-truths. The people who know certain truths and seek to send them out into the world fail when they succumb to peddling half-truths and belief.
This is why I say I have nothing to teach. The only thing to take away from this is that the truth can only be understood by discovering it firsthand.
I cannot verify all of my words. To attempt to do so would be futile and imprisoning. But what I can verify is that anything that comes from ego is tainted by untruth, and you would be a fool to think I have none.
The truth bleeds through the page when the writer is ready to bleed. Anything he forcefully conjures will be tainted, because even if it’s the bona fide truth, the way that it has come forth strips it of all its power to move people.
The last thing people need is more information. People have so much information these days they can’t even see straight.
What this world needs is more people blazing their own path, lighting the world on fire, and smoking out the falsehood.
What we don’t need is people who feel their image is something to be worshiped. Because this is exactly what binds people. This is exactly what makes people feel like they’re not enough. They see the world worshiping lies, and think they must lie too.
Truth is so rare in this world that to be a speaker of truth feels akin to bearing the burden of the cross. To willfully crucify oneself.
There’s too much ego in calling oneself a “truth seeker”. Not because it’s bad, or unrighteous to be one: quite the opposite.
But because of the intent!
And all too often the intent is to add the sheen and fragrance of righteousness to one’s identity.
The world doesn’t need more self-proclaimed “truth seekers”. What it needs is Truth Speakers.
You want to do “good” in this world? You want to be righteous? Put your money where your mouth is.
Bear “the burden of the cross”.
Expose yourself to all the lies you’ve learned to love.
Do it publicly. Make an art of it.
Break the illusion, one person at a time.
I have no hopes for this. In fact, I have quite the dreary outlook on the world and humanity. I am only stating the facts.
Do away with all the labels. You’re only fooling yourself.
If you wish to state something, how about stating what it is that you actually do?
Or perhaps you’re not even aware of what it is that you’re actually doing (and therefore propagating)?
Everything begins and ends with self-image. We’re indoctrinating our kids into a sick way of life. Your entire day to day existence is based on serving this image, and therefore you have no choice but to propagate lies.
Nobody will hear these words. The one or two who do can only help by ending the charade they call themselves, creating the possibility of a ripple effect. But this cannot be done with such an outcome in mind.
And if we’re being honest, looking at what’s happening in society today: you should have zero hope of such a possibility.
With the ways of indoctrination growing in sophistication each and every day, to merely save yourself would be a miracle.
For years I’ve tried to make sense of things. It is truly astonishing to wake up to the reality that nobody knows anything.
All we have are cryptic messages that rely on their cryptic-ness to sound attractive and proper.
People don’t even understand the things they read, and feel this adds to its prestige, and therefore their image of being “cultured”.
This is why I feel plain language is so important. You cannot hide behind plain English. But you can hide behind all sorts of wishy-washy words such as “light” and “spirit” and “love” and “oneness”.
The greatest truth speakers to come will be those who do not hide behind flowery language designed to diffuse an aroma of sanctity.
Perhaps they will be those who actually intend to make the truth understood. Not because they hope the masses will understand them (they won’t). But because simplicity itself lends its hand to purity and truth, itself.
Or perhaps they will be those who couldn’t care less if anything is understood, for the very same reason.
Perhaps the greatest of all, will do both.
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"He has a great destiny on him," said Pryderi, impressed. "Maybe one that the rest of us could do without. Why should I think that I know him too well?" Taliesin did not answer, and Manawyddan rubbed his chin. "I remember now; a thing that Mâth once said. He knows already that this child has come to undo his work and do his own." "He knows and accepts," said Taliesin. "What can be hidden from Mâth the Ancient? In the Eastern World there is a God, men say, who loathed change and its evils as Mâth does, and so wished to keep His people at peace and in the Golden Age. So He forbade them to eat of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, and was disobeyed. But Mâth is a wiser God than that; He will not forbid his people to do what, soon or late, they are bound to do, and so lay upon them the sin of disobedience." "That is because Mâth still wears a human body," said Manawyddan, "and can speak for Himself, instead of through the mouths of priests who cannot fully understand His Word." Pryderi stared. "Mâth is a man. A man of Illusion and Glamour, but human. He eats and sleeps and does all the things the rest of us do. When his time comes he will die." "All Gods die," said Taliesin. "By dying as a man a God can sometimes show most clearly that He is a God. But now the time comes for Mâth to wihdraw from earth and cease to be worshipped for awhile, for now men want fiercer Gods." "As it may be that that Eastern God is," said Manawyddan, "for He is a Father, while we bow to the Mothers. But I do not believe those who call Him jealous. The jealousy must be on His priests. No God would ever be such a fool as to wish to keep His people forever in ignorance, for the ignorant can never choose between good and evil and so master neither." "All this goes over my head," said Pryderi, and scratched it. "But anyhow it will take this Gwydion of yours, who sounds like an upsetting sort of person, some time to grow up and begin making trouble." So Taliesin the Much-Remembering left them, he who has had many births and will have many more. Who may be somewhere among us even now, though nobody knows where. At least nobody who will tell... Pryderi made one more attempt to keep him. "Indeed," he urged with his loveliest grin, "if you want to be around when somebody is rearing a son, it is with us you should stay. Kigva and I would have had a boy before now, if I had not had to go to war, and it is no time we will be losing now. Indeed, it may be that we already have one," he mused hopefully. "That was a good night, our last before I left Dyved. Triplets might have come of it." But again Taliesin only shook his head and smiled...
"The Song of the Rhiannon", The Mabinogion tetralogy- Evangeline Walton.
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Letting Go
Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. The current of the river swept silently over them all -- young and old, rich and poor, good and evil -- the current going its own way, knowing only its own crystal self.
Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current was what each had learned from birth.
But one creature said at last, "I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom."
The other creatures laughed and said, "Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed against the rocks, and you will die quicker than boredom!"
But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks.
Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more.
And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, "See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the messiah, come to save us all!"
And the one carried in the current said, "I am no more messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure."
But they cried the more, "Savior!" all the while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a savior.
 -- from Illusions by Richard Bach
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monochromevt · 11 months
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rant about alignments
in this rant I am attempting to, as appropriately as possible, explain something. Phi (Φ) is a Greek letter corresponding to the Hebrew letter Qoph (ק), the 19th hebrew letter, however if we consider Alef (א) to be 0 or unnumbered like the Fool (0) in Tarot, then Qoph is the 18th letter and corresponds to The Moon (XVIII) in Tarot. Moon is an easy anagram for my name, Mono (18). 18 in Hebrew Numerology corresponds to a word for Life. 18 is also a semiperfect number as the latter 3 of its divisors (3,6,9) add up to 18. [3,6,9] was a sequence of numbers that Nikola Tesla was obsessed with over the course of his life. Of course, 6 is 3+3 and 3*2, and 9 is 3+3+3 and 3*3. and 6*3 or 6+6+6 (666) also equals 18. The sum of all divisors of 18 is 21 which is 18+3. There are 21 Tarot, not counting the numberless Fool (0). Phi is also used mathematically to represent the golden ratio (~1.618 033) which was used by the Greeks as a way to calculate beauty. Phi often associated with Philosophy, a word with an often overlooked origin. The first Phi in the word for Philosophy does not relate to knowledge or wisdom, it relates to Love. Philosophy means “Love of Wisdom”. There are many mathematical implementations that use Phi, from magnetic flux and quantum wave functions, to angles, ecology, and psychology. I knew none of this. I as a creature was lost, asking who I was, what I was, and what I wanted. I decided to focus on Who I was. I could feel an idea of exactly Who I was but could not find any words for it. So I drew it, I picked up a pencil and drew a fine circle and it was wrong. I dragged a single straight line from above its top to below its bottom and it was right. For all the day and weeks and months after I was obsessed with the symbol (still am as you may be able to tell). It was my symbol. Within two lines I felt a connection to this circle with a single line bisecting it. In time I have come to call this either, “A bisect” or “Tempus Perfectum Prolatio Imperfectum” an existing symbol from old musical notation from the Medieval times, a symbol I had learned represented 3/2 time and some other details. AND OF COURSE, as I write this I notice that the Tempus Perfectum Prolatio Imperfectum COULD BE SEEN AS “semiperfect” in the same way as 18 is also considered mathematically semiperfect. Of course of course, this is all coincidence, it just has to be. BUT THEN WHAT A FUCKING COINCIDENCE THAT 18 HAS BEEN MY FAVORITE NUMBER FOR YEARS BEFORE I KNEW THIS ALL. What seemingly conniving fate brings all this together. Of course a person is more likely to notice patterns of the things they like and associate with but this feels like it goes a bit too far. Of course I may simply conclude that I am a genius and came to these conclusions through my fathomless intellect combined with numerical and occult fascinations. And while that is true, I feel like some conspiracy addict whose CERTAIN there’s something else here. Though it is an anagram, that fact that the NAME I chose for myself years ago when I first made my discord account corresponds to the 18th Tarot, The Moon. The actual moon of which, I had worshipped during my time as a wiccan, calling it Diana and trying to use it to achieve magic ritual in an attempt to actually escape reality. I invented a demon I would make an offering to, Abigail. On a Halloween night I begged to my invented demon in Latin, offering it blood and souls to send me to another world. No demon appeared to whisk me into another world, I was only met with the profound and internal sadness of coming to terms with the fact none of my wiccan beliefs had ever yielded more than minor illusions and self-deception. Dearest reader, I thank you for reading this far because I have a little guess for you. How many souls did I offer Abigail? My own single soul? Two or Three from others? Eighteen. I offered 18 souls from people who I received the explicit agreement to have possession of their souls. now finally, my mind is all but silent. I see a placid lake at night, something dark floats in the waters and I do not know what. But I don’t know if I need to know.
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Ozai: Iroh the wise. You look pathetic. Iroh: Have your laugh. I deserve as much for failing to to see you for the fool you are. Ozai: Sons do take after their fathers. Only a fool would be your apprentice. After all, none of this would have happened without you. It was your ambition, ruthlessness and bloodlust that inspired me to go further then you ever dared. Iroh: I admit. My arrogance had brought chaos to more nations then one and my cowardice compelled me to distant myself from Azula because I saw too much of my former self in her. But what were YOU seeking? You secretly gave the earth soldiers enigmatic directions so they could ambush us and have my son, your own nephew, killed. You forced Ursa to help you assassinate our father. You erased me from the world only to take my birthright. You made Azula make a fool out of herself countless times. Her new minions disguised as Kemurikage betrayed her only to reveal they were YOUR minions and they set you free and you now continue your path of destruction and bloodshed. I should have known you were behind the Kemurikage attacks all along. Is this the answer you've been looking for? Ozai: All that and more. I’m simply caring on what you, yourself, began. I knew I would have to destroy the old world and plant seeds for a new world to flourish and finally put an end to all borders, nations and illusion of separation and allow the natural order to take control. With my firebending or without it. I'd thought you'd praise me but all you ever do is hold me back. I understand though, unlike me, you have a soul. Consumed by the jealousy you feel towards the second son who surpassed you. Iroh: Ozai, foolish brother of an even more foolish man. You have surpassed nothing, only proved what little we both know. I'm afraid any world you create would be an empire of ignorance. That is why you and your coup are destined to fall.
Ozai: And what is to become of you in my supposed inevitable downfall?
Iroh: It’s really not that complicated. I have some red in my ledger, I wish to cleanse it.
Ozai: Really? Can you cleanse so much red? How much does Zuko’s new allies know about Lu Ten and his mother? How you’re son was into some very nasty things growing up. How his mother was barely a mother at all and was just one of your dozen “play-things” you claimed for yourself after your many, bloody, earth village raids with the rough rhinos over the years. Their ages ranging from 13-17, none of them were that enthusiastic with you’re “charms,” and you gleefully executed them all once they’re services were finished or just out of boredom.
Iroh: ...
Ozai: To say you have red in your ledger is a vast understatement and you think replacing a dead son no more virtuous then yourself with my own and grooming him into doing what you’re too lazy and afraid to do yourself will change anything? For you’re whole life, you lie and kill, in the service of liars and killers. You desire be just like the avatar because of some “holier than thou” code you’ve been telling everyone but you’ve always desired to be a god, to have others worship you. Hold habits die hard, don’t they?
Iroh: ...If only I could have helped you...
Ozai: Hmph, you have. For I will never forget these words you said to me after you betrayed my trust and slaughtered the one I loved the most: "Great men are not peacemakers. Great men are conquerors."
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Brothers and Sisters
All the various forms of modern idolatry have one thing at their core: self. We no longer bow down to idols and images. Instead we worship at the altar of the elohiym of self. This brand of modern idolatry takes various forms.
First, we worship at the altar of materialism which feeds our need to build our egos through the acquisition of more “stuff.” Our homes are filled with all manner of possessions. We build bigger and bigger houses with more closets and storage space in order to house all the things we buy, much of which we haven’t even paid for yet. Most of our stuff has “planned obsolescence” built into it, making it useless in no time, and so we consign it to the garage or other storage space. Then we rush out to buy the newest item, garment or gadget and the whole process starts over. This insatiable desire for more, better, and newer stuff is nothing more than covetousness. The tenth commandment tells us not to fall victim to coveting: "You shall not covet your neighbor's house. You shall not covet your neighbor's wife, or his manservant or maidservant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor" (Exodus 20:17). YAHUAH doesn’t just want to rain on our buying sprees. He knows we will never be happy indulging our materialistic desires because it is Satan’s trap to keep our focus on ourselves and not on Him.
Second, we worship at the altar of our own pride and ego. This often takes the form of obsession with careers and jobs. Millions of men—and increasingly more women—spend 60-80 hours a week working. Even on the weekends and during vacations, our laptops are humming and our minds are whirling with thoughts of how to make our businesses more successful, how to get that promotion, how to get the next raise, how to close the next deal. In the meantime, our children are starving for attention and love. We fool ourselves into thinking we are doing it for them, to give them a better life. But the truth is we are doing it for ourselves, to increase our self-esteem by appearing more successful in the eyes of the world. This is folly. All our labors and accomplishments will be of no use to us after we die, nor will the admiration of the world, because these things have no eternal value. As King Solomon put it, “For a man may do his work with wisdom, knowledge and skill, and then he must leave all he owns to someone who has not worked for it. This too is meaningless and a great misfortune. What does a man get for all the toil and anxious striving with which he labors under the sun? All his days his work is pain and grief; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is meaningless” (Ecclesiastes 2:21-23).
Third, we idolize mankind through naturalism and the power of science. We cling to the illusion that we are lords of our world and build our self-esteem to godlike proportions. We reject YAHUAH’S Word and His description of how He created the heavens and the earth, and we accept the nonsense of atheistic evolution and naturalism. We embrace the goddess of environmentalism and fool ourselves into thinking we can preserve the earth indefinitely when YAHUAH has declared that this current age will have an end: “But the day of the ADONAI will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything in it will be laid bare. Since everything will be destroyed in this way, what kind of people ought you to be? You ought to live holy and godly lives as you look forward to the day of YAHUAH and speed its coming. That day will bring about the destruction of the heavens by fire, and the elements will melt in the heat. But in keeping with his promise we are looking forward to a new heaven and a new earth, the home of righteousness” (2 Peter 3:10–13). As this passage states, our focus should not be on worshiping the environment but on living holy lives as we wait eagerly for the return of our ADONAI and SAVOIR. He alone deserves worship.
Finally, and perhaps most destructively, we worship at the altar of self-aggrandizement or the fulfillment of the self to the exclusion of all others and their needs and desires. This manifests itself in self-indulgence through alcohol, drugs, and food. Those in affluent countries have unlimited access to alcohol, drugs (prescription drug use is at an all-time high, even among children), and food. Obesity rates in the U.S. have skyrocketed, and childhood diabetes brought on by overeating is epidemic. The self-control we so desperately need is spurned in our insatiable desire to eat, drink, and medicate more and more. We resist any effort to get us to curb our appetites, and we are determined to make ourselves the elohiym of our lives. This has its origin in the Garden of Eden where Satan tempted Eve to eat of the tree with the words “you will be like YAH” (Genesis 3:5). This has been man’s desire ever since—to be elohiym and, as we have seen, the worship of self is the basis of all modern idolatry.
All idolatry of self has at its core the three lusts found in 1 John 2:16: “For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.” If we are to escape modern idolatry, we have to admit that it is rampant and reject it in all its forms. It is not of YAHUAH, but of Satan, and in it we will never find fulfillment. This is the great lie and the same one Satan has been telling since he first lied to Adam and Eve. Sadly, we are still falling for it. Even more sadly, many churches are propagating it in the preaching of the health, wealth, and prosperity gospel built on the idol of self-esteem. But we will never find happiness focusing on ourselves. Our hearts and minds must be centered on YAHUAH and on others. This is why when asked what is the greatest commandment, YAHUSHA replied, “Love the ADONAI your YAHUAH with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind” (Matthew 22:37). When we love the ADONAI and others with everything that is in us, there will be no room in our hearts for idolatry.
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the 26th of november (2022)
the 7th track on the 1994 album ‘mirrorings of every’ by 256
Living Daylights
do we feel better by creating and accomplishing things while here on earth?
well, yes, in a sense. when done with a state of innocence (humility) of heart & mind. we’re made (as male & female) in the image of our Creator who made the heavens and garden earth as the instrumental womb of the universe (where life grows from seeds)
and so we’re meant to find purpose and to dream
no matter the fear that exists in this world, or what stands contrary to Love in its True nature. this world is a war of faith and hope, fighting through the temporal state of things and seeing through illusion.
and surely, we need skilled people doing many different things to allow things to work. nobody is born with the ability to do these things, since everything must be developed with time and study and practice. it’s how life is. we each begin at the tiniest spark of conception to be protected in our mother’s womb, infused with a spirit that is eternal. to be here in a physical body for a set time. and there will be a resurrection of the dead at some point. some will be Judged to exist apart from Love and its sacred Light to be forever separated from it, a second death, and some will have found grace to be welcomed into the eternal with a new body that will never die. the spirit of man must be reborn. we’re each born into an old nature that resists God, subject to sin that leads to death. there is no escape from the prison of this, save that of the (illuminated) path of the Son. the physical body itself is what confines us to this temporal world, and so for those in Light being released from the body is actually being “set free”
it is “Home”
of course we don’t force it. we don’t choose to take our life from earth. we leave that in the capable Hands of our Maker just as in choosing our gender, to be a daughter or a son.
“Let us begin. The worship of the Eternal One, the one True God, is the first step toward knowledge.
Fools, however, do not fear God and cannot stand wisdom or guidance.”
The Book of Proverbs, Chapter 1:7 (The Voice)
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November 6, 2022
 Waiting
 Yearning, deception, forbidden acts, remember to sing loudly
In churches silent stillness, your faith has given it’s true worth
Nightmare’s always end in alley ways, in the homes of the
Desperate asking god to save their poor souls from more
Laws of avarice, wicked gifts of golden vice, resenting the
Mourners accusation of treacherous acts of violence, toward
Innocent blood, depleting of our natural resources in the hearts
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Of slavish desire, thoughtless and guiltless, the simplicity of  taking
From others for themselves, abuse of god’s single virtue, his truth,
His cross to bare, his path a glorious tortured liberation, his
Fellow martyrs rise and parade to the alter for communion with
His flesh and blood, in guilt they breath stale air in his presence
Above the alter of worship his sacrifice worth the pain of time
Now he is sacrificed daily with prayers demanding a sanctified
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life without guilt, as the priests have a compulsive need to be
our god in our presence, for sins overwhelming his sincerity
of forgiveness for we are washed of our sins for we are our
sins and jesus was just a man sacrificing himself so his earthly
father would see his true presence, a wish to die in his presence
as ancient gods, slumbering truth, powerless humans hesitant,
seeking trust a vanishing memento, our deceit in the
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powerless humans hesitant in fear not in the awareness of the
duplicity of thoughts perpetuating their vistas of grandeur
retreat from the confrontation of the senses in burrowing,
faithless, shallow defecation, as duty hides in the void of silent
despair, becoming other than this grouping of external chaos
accepting devilish aggression as god’s will, the hunger for his
love hinges on the dutiful act of blindness towards innocence
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deflecting the inkling of truth that wants to rise but driven
deeper into the void of ego’s desperate deception, giving the
faithful a touching of the flesh and the fools youthful disguise,
his single purpose, to see the worshipers consumed by madness,
not his son’s dutiful presence, oh how we suffer before leaving
paradise we hide under the illusion of tearful retribution given
credence to the power of suggestion, destroying the undercurrent
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of our will, they are sightless in their glorious lust, these men
of distractions, their lies whisper a coming messiah, the end
follows a nurturing disguise, in hate of oneself we seek to be
fodder, a sacrificial lamb, waiting patiently to take our master and
eat his flesh and raise the challis of his blood to the gods of hate
please be seated the glorious mass will soon start let us pray
oh god your silence deafening without cause as we slip into oblivion
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29 for the book asks?
29: share a book that helped you evolve into the person you are now
Ooh okay I do have one for this - Illusions by Richard Bach. I'm not going to bother with a summary because that's not what I remember and not what changed the way I think. Specifically the part that stuck with me is a story told in the first chapter. I put the story under the cut if you want to read it, the language sounds a bit dated but it's the message I'm interested in.
For some context this book was lent to me at a time when I felt like I was behind in life and not capable of achieving at the level that was expected of me, while also being consistently praised for my intelligence and being told I was way smarter than people I considered brilliant and several levels above me in terms of accomplishments, intelligence, etc etc (usually by these people themselves, no one was shit talking each other lol). So basically major imposter syndrome and very little self-confidence.
Something about this little story just helped humanize the people I looked up to and for lack of a better phrase helped me see them as 'just some guy'. I stopped putting them on pedestals that towered over me and instead tried to understand them as peers, even those in positions considered superior to mine (think student/teacher...). I picked up some other perspectives from this story but that was the most important. It also helped me understand the importance of doing things and not remaining stagnant. Anyway I feel like I could talk about this for hours so I'll wrap it up here so as not to ramble too much!
bookish asks <3
"Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. The current of the river swept silently over them all - young and old, rich and poor, good and evil, the current going its own way, knowing only its own crystal self. Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth. But one creature said at last, 'I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.' The other creatures laughed and said, 'Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed across the rocks, and you will die quicker than boredom!' But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks. Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more. And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried 'See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the messiah, come to save us all!' And the one carried in the current said, 'I am no more messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare to let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure.' But they cried the more, 'Savior!' all the while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a savior. "
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