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inlocusmads · 2 months

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aeruilir ~ killian clawthorne

Killian meets Ittar and Bakshi and they're positively perplexed. (Takes place after Blades Book 2.)

wc: 2.3k, general audiences

written for @choicespride Aromantic Week and @choicesfebruary2024 - philantia.

a/n: killian, my blades mc is aromantic and asexual (or a 'nilvalir' in blades). I thought it would be absolutely funny if she met ittar and bakshi. This focuses on her aromantic/aeruilir identity.

Visiting the Ancient Temple of Ittar and Bakshi was something of a staple for all warriors. To come back to their loved ones was a ritualistic process. Many Elves did not return from long quests and it was instrumental to first make a pilgrimage alone, to the temple before returning home. To let Ittar and Bakshi grant them an eternity of romance with people they hold special and let harm come to nobody. A commemoration to the end of a hero's journey and the beginning of a new life, whilst holding the ones they lost in memory.

Killian unfastened her breastplate and set her quiver down on a boulder next to the Mel-nen Creek. She straightened her hair, splashed some water on her face and took some in her hands to quench her throat. It had been a long walk from Undermount, through the depths of the mountainous caves, through the green meadows where the woodland creatures lived and trekking through a hill with stone-cut steps to reach the temple. Adrina had insisted she do this, regardless of whether she wanted to know more about her Elven roots. She was a hero. She ought to get blessings for good fortune and especially love. Long, sad stories spun by priests would state how miserable heroes were, after enduring loss and pain - how they were incomplete without the romance. How you could have valour, courage, intelligence and charisma but be a nobody without love.

Suffice to say it was skewed thinking. Killian wanted to be done with it.

The temple was built to house people from harsh storms. A monastery of sorts. Murals on the walls were all dedicated to Ittar and Bakshi. Representations of all ways to display love. The gentle touch of one's embrace, a true love's kiss, eyes conveying more than words could. Killian averted her eyes to the shrine in front of her. An old legend said only a true chosen one - one taken note of by Ittar and Bakshi could only see the true faces of the Gods of Love. Many people claimed they saw a wilted rose, a bouquet of flowers, a mirror draped in red satin - symbols of romance or passion. Sometimes both.

Killian saw nothing. It was an empty shrine.

She decided it was best to not question it and knelt before the shrine. She was taught a small prayer by Adrina in the language the Pantheon spoke and she repeated it glumly. Her knees ached; the wounds still hadn't healed properly. Once her prayer had been finished, Elven custom dictated she asked for wishes. Heroes before her had wanted to marry into royalty, fall in love with princes and princesses, wish to attract the eyes of potential suitors, be blessed with a happy romance, wish to meet a person or people whose souls had intertwined with theirs. Ambitious. Killian had nothing much to wish for. She insisted Ittar and Bakshi grant her happiness to sustain another day, heal from her wounds and grant good health upon her friends and prepared to leave.

Outside the skies turned murky grey. The trees swayed against the wind. Killian noticed the incoming rain and rushed outside to grab her things and take shelter in the temple's outer sanctum. Except for the temple, everything turned cold. The warmth inside prompted Killian to break the Elven custom of leaving behind one's weapons while entering a place of worship. She had no choice. It was thundering and she couldn't possibly leave the arrows she'd made on her own, to get frail from the cold and rainwater.

Suddenly the shrine began to exhibit a soft warm glow. Killian didn't notice it until it began rattling and instantly, she pulled an arrow from her quiver, pushed it back against the string of her bow and pointed it directly at the glowing shrine. Fear grew on her. She couldn't run; the storm was getting louder and louder and thunder shattered the skies with fearsome growls. She could only try to breathe, while ensuring she released her arrow just in time for whatever curse this shrine had befallen to, could be cleansed with a killing blow. The shrine was consumed entirely by the golden mist. The gold turned a deep crimson red, before turning into a calm silver. Killian took several steps back, but never dropped her arrow.

“Nessa’h ithil’orn.” A voice from the light boomed.

“What?” How did they know her name in the Elven language?

The light dissipated into nothingness once again, but something was different. In place of the shrine stood two people draped in silver and gold light. Ittar and Bakshi.

“We have been watching you closely, Killian Clawthorne.” Ittar said, taking a step forward. Despite their skin radiating warm gold, Killian couldn't allow herself to lower her weapon down. She was too scared. “Please. Put your arrow down.”

“Who -- I mean -- what is going on-”

Bakshi’s voice was softer than Ittar’s. They reached out their hand, a silver beam of light hitting Killian's bow and arrow. They immediately fell to the floor with a sharp clang. “There. That is better, yes?”

Killian was flabbergasted. She paused to compose herself. “You must be the Gods. I did not really picture you making these personal visits.”

“Is that contempt in your voice that I hear?” Ittar retorted.

“No, none at all. I am not familiar with the attention.” she said, trying to not show fear. But it was obvious from her face and her hands tightened into fists that she was very scared. “In my home in the village of Riverbend, we seldom worship nor do we receive any attention from Gods. This is an honour.”

“We wanted to see you in person.” Ittar said. “It is quite rare to see someone show such courage and strength against adversaries to be of such an uncertain upbringing.”

Killian raised a brow. “You're calling me a commoner? Really?”

“Uncertain upbringing. You have never known your story. The very reasons heroes choose to ensure someone tells theirs is to preserve them in everyone's memory. You seem to be determined not to.”

“I was just trying to protect my brother. I'm no hero.”

“So humble too.” Bakshi chided, with Ittar laughing at their joke. “Now tell me Hero, what would you like? You have certainly earned our attention. We can grant you everything your heart desires. An eternity with your loved one - both of you shall be made immortal to seek out your love. Or perhaps turn a love requited. Whomever you seek shall cherish you, shall worship you till the end of time. Anything your heart yearns for, we will grant it immediately.”

“What about others?” Killian asked. “Plenty of times in my home, I see people leaving behind their loves due to illness and sick health. I know of my friend, Tyril Starfury, who had lost his stepmother and had to forgo her life and he prays, hoping his kilma would find her Dinvalir in a different life. Perhaps you can grant them that.”

“But they haven't earned our attention. You have.” Ittar reached out to gently cup Killian's face. It was like getting burned by the sun. “We can make your friend, Tyril, more than just your Kilvalir or Dinvalir. We can make him your Uluvalir. We have enormous power to grant you a happy ending. Is it not what heroes have always yearned for? Is this a novel thing these days to ask for wishes on behalf of others?”

“I believe that's just basic empathy but go on. What else can you grant me? For example, Nifara blesses her people with prosperity as far as I know.”

“You dare pit Gods against Gods, you insolent, precocious child!” Bakshi hollered, the silver light that made them, turning into a blinding white. Ittar had to console them, before turning daggers at Killian.

“Forgive me, my Gods. I have no ill intent. I am merely curious.”

“Yes, you seem to be rather poorly educated. Now, you cannot ask for wishes on behalf of anyone else.”

“Then I have nothing to ask for.”

“Nothing at all?” Ittar was taken aback.

“I believe I do not experience romance or require any need for it. If you can grant me more time to rest and heal, that alone is enough.”

“What do you mean?” Bakshi asked. “Romantic love is the object of everyone's desire, child. Doesn't everyone yearn for their own perfect story? Doesn't everyone want to experience it, cherish it and never let it go? Isn't it the one thing that makes people strong but at the same time, shares a dangerous weakness? Isn't it the result of everything? Wars fought over, brave warriors running to rescue their beloved in captivity - is it not for love?”

“I don't know, I guess you can probably answer it since -- love is your -- domain.”

“Fascinating. Isn't it fascinating, Ittar?”

“Absolutely not. Seldom have I seen this happen before.” they ruminated. “I thought --”- they stopped themselves. “Killian Clawthorne, did you see anything on the shrine?”

“Nothing.”

“Impossible. You must have seen something.”

“I did not.”

“The shrine is a manifestation of your romantic and sensual desires. You would be lying if you said you saw nothing.” Bakshi threatened.

“I really didn't see anything. I am not lying!”

Killian watched from Ittar to Bakshi. The Gods whose souls had been spun into one were stumped by the problem. Bakshi stared at Killian as if they'd expected her to explode. Ittar’s eyes bore a secret, but they would not tell it out loud. Almost as if the Gods were having their own conversation, away from Killian's ears.

Killian didn't know what it meant. She did not realise it would be controversial to fight the Gods of Love with her fists, but even more so to tell them outright that she didn't experience romance - possessing little or no romantic attraction to anyone at all. Heroes were meant to fall at Ittar and Bakshi’s feet, the only thing weakening them but sustaining the life in them being the sheer, unadulterated love they wanted to share with someone else. Perhaps she should too. Perhaps Killian should get it over with, name an unobtainable person just so Ittar and Bakshi could not mull over it whilst ostracising her like she had contracted some kind of a disease.

“I have met very few Aeruilir in my time.” Ittar began. “They exist although uncommon and very little is known about their lives. They used to worship an Old God. The Patron of all Aeruilirs and Mauvilirs. The Old God created a covenant for all Aeruilirs and Mauvilirs. Some were both. The God called them Nilvalirs. Some were either one. The practices are long lost to history. The Old God was banned from the Pantheon of worship. Some say they were defeated due to our intervention. Some say they are still there, situated in caves, oceans, seas and lakes. Some think they are older than us and the covenant’s elves have been lost to history.”

“I know of some Mauvilirs.” Bakshi added, despite them being largely absent from all sorts of peasantry affairs.

“Do you know why I am telling you this, Killian?” Ittar asked.

“You think I am an Aeruilir.”

“No. I know you are. There was an old prophecy that insisted a warrior by the name of Iltur would die at the hands of his lover. However the prophecy was wrong. He was an Aeruilir who took no interest in romance. At least, he was believed to be. Nobody knew the true story of Iltur. I visited him once, when he had reached Elhalas. Nobody knew of Iltur but the Elves now know better than to trust old prophecies.”

“So what now? Are you saying you cannot fulfil my request because I am an Aeruilir?”

“I am saying whatever we provide will not be for you keeping you in mind.”

“Well, you could just grant my friends their requests and fulfil their prayers instead.” Killian shrugged. “Maybe Threep and Loola could benefit too. They are the last of the Nespers.”

There seemed to be some concern in Ittar’s eyes but they hid it well. “Very well. We may entertain your request if it is within our means.”

“Thank you.”

The storm seemed to slow down. Killian picked up her bow and arrow, fastened her breastplate to her chest and gave the Gods a little nod, while taking leave.

It seemed to be a nice bright day for a walk home.

“I never knew they were still around.” Bakshi said. “This young child might be more powerful than she thought of herself. What would happen? What if there comes to be another prophecy? A blown-out war? One between the Old Gods and the new? What would they think?”

“I do not know Bakshi. But it is best if we keep watch on her. Guard her.”

“Why should we? She said so herself. It is not ours to show concern over.”

Ittar paused. “The child would rather have her wishes go to her friends and the people she sees around her. She shows compassion and kindness - a valuable strength in these dark times. She turned down an immortal eternity with a potential lover to help his family. We should be shameful for not watching over her sooner, despite our own beliefs.”

“It is quite humorous. The Gods of Love protecting a Aeruilir. Nifara must be testing us. Yet another riddle to solve.”

“I think it is imperative we do. If we cannot initiate, who will answer her when the time comes? The Patron of the Aeruilir - the Old God I mentioned - was a friend I cherished the most before meeting you. They led me down a path of wisdom and valour and I would not have another Aeruilir in harm's way.”

“I suppose we do engage with affairs of the heart, even experiencing a change of heart ourselves.”

They watched from the skies as Killian trekked downhill, a slight skip in her step and a small smile on her face.

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A/N: I've been waiting to do this since FOREVER

I'm still workshopping names for 'greyro/greyace', 'demiro/demiace' and other arospec/aspec terms. Right now this is what I've got:

Pronunciations (or my headcanons basically)

Aeruilir - Ay-eru-ili-r (the Elven equivalent of 'aromantic'; there's a hidden chemistry joke here - aeru loosely translates to 'noble one' in Sindarin/Quenya - and noble gases are pretty unreactive, yknow? Unlikely to form any chemical bonds) Mauvilirs - Mauh-vil- ir (the Elven equivalent of 'asexual'; mauve because purple aha) Nilvalir: Nil- val - ir (the Elven equivalent of 'aroace'; nil being 'zero attraction')

(bonus words)

Spirjalir: Spir-jal-ir (a commonly used term that's confused with other terms; spirjalir means 'leaving behind nobody'. While it is mainly referred to as slang for Aeruilirs, Mauvilirs and Nilvalirs in the army back in the day - because they don't leave people behind when they offer to fight, it quickly became misconstrued to mean 'abstinence'. It's really annoying. It's the equivalent of calling 'arospecs and aspecs people who choose to "give up" romance and sex) Kinvalir- Kin-val-yir (a term used for one who has platonic attraction. Loosely used to describe QPRs too. Iaethovir - Ey-tho-vir (an old term used to describe QPRs. Iaetho translates loosely to 'shoulders' - to stand shoulder-to-shoulder as equals)

Tagging:

perma: @quixoticdreamer16@tessa-liam@stars-are-within-me

blades: @noesapphic@trappedinfanfiction@starlight-starfury

#aromantic awareness week #killian clawthorne #blades of light and shadow #w:inlocusmads #choicespride

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 1 year

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have you ever had any of your fanfics copied without permission, what do you do in this case, lots of authors struggle with this, is there any solution

Yes, though not as flagrantly as some people's have been and it's never been personally targeted.

My stuff's been picked up by fanfiction scrapers (generally sites dedicated to backing up fanfiction archives, still traumatized by the great collapse of LiveJournal).

So, I suppose let's break this down with what you can do.

The General Scraping Sites

Depends which one, obviously, but usually the people running these are really just traumatized by the LiveJournal collapse. They're not looking for your fic specifically, probably never even read it, and are usually willing to take things down if you contact them and note that it was taken without your permission.

Look for a contact information and tell them that you didn't give permission for the story to be uploaded there and give the stories specifically.

Sometimes this isn't the case, in that whoever's running it doesn't give a fuck what you think, and in that case read on a bit for things you can do to mitigate the problem.

Some Jackass Copied Your Fic to Wattpad/Ao3/Wherever

Here the rules are generally the same.

Contact the admins/help and note that the story was uploaded without your permission to this alternate site. They'll generally take it down (especially in that you have the proof that your original version is clearly older).

Obviously depends on the platform (Ao3's very responsive, I don't know much about Wattpad so can't say, Fanfiction is uh dying. I would expect 0 response from Fanfiction.net)

Someone Plagiarized Your Work

They changed the title, maybe even the OTP, but it is word for word your story. Here, I think you're out of luck unless you're on Ao3. Ao3 allows the reporting of plagiarism and will put someone on the case.

You're going to have to deal with a lot of bullshit drama from the person that stole your work and is claiming it's totally different because your fic is about Steve Rogers and theirs is about Tony Stark, but you'll probably see some movement.

If not some fandom bitterness depending how big each respective fic was.

Some Other Things You Can Do

Most scrapers target fanfiction.net as there's no means of blocking the fic behind a login screen. If you get off ffnet and put your fics behind the "login users only" you'll cut down on 90% of bots scraping your fic (they still can, of course, but it's generally not worth the scripter's effort and the more altruistic ones will take it as a sign that you don't want it copied to another site).

This is the easiest solution to most of these things.

The other is, if you find out about it, and you don't get any traction through the above methods, make a fuss. Leave a comment noting that hey, this is actually X fic that I wrote months before this existed. The wrath of Thor will come down upon you, depending how rabid their fanbase you will be slandered left and right, but it will make a ridiculous commotion, an internal fandom war, and will draw attention to the plagiarist in a way they probably do not want (being called out as a plagiarist who actually didn't come up with any of their material).

In the event that that doesn't work...

The atomic bomb/pyrrhic victory is you hold your fics hostage. No updates until the plagiarized fic is taken down. Now, they're in a very tough situation where they have to come up with new material themselves (and they know it's going to not be any good). Their own readers will probably call them out on the lapse in quality, it will make things very very uncomfortable, and may be enough to prompt them to take it down.

However, they may just stop updating as you stop updating and then there's no updates for anybody.

Though it takes a truly trollish person to have gotten to this point already and most people are not that skeezy.

#writing #advice #fanfiction

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caramelpenguin · 2 years

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Imagine if they had soulmates 3000 years ago (melizabeth):

1) somewhere on your body, the first ever thing your soulmate says to you is written in their handwriting. That person could be shouting to a crowd, but that's not written on your body, only what they directly say to you is.

if they met on a battlefield, then...

Elizabeth's words are on her left thigh, sorta slanted: Shame that such a pretty little thing like you won't live to see tom-

Her entire life, she hoped it was some sort of joke that someone she bumped into would say. she'd lie to everyone else about what it was, and if her mother asked to see it, she'd written something a lot less violent on her wrist or someplace to show her.

Meliodas would maybe have something in a curly-ish font on his stomach. If the two met while Elizabeth was still 'Bloody Eli', then possibly something like: Ark

he hid it from everybody, telling himself that he'd kill his soulmate if she was a goddess.

So they meet in the midst of a battle, and meliodas says what he says first. Elizabeth panics as she realises that it's exactly what's printed on her thigh, and in her bubbling panic, interrupts him and yells Ark.

Cue an injured Meliodas and a fretting Elizabeth quite a distance away in a forest.

Orrr, the words on Mel's stomach could have been could have been: I'm not easily defeated, bastard.

He wouldn't have hidden it from anyone because he was sure that his soulmate was a fighter, someone who could challenge him.

Cue the two meeting and Meliodas saying what he says, Elizabeth then replies, and the two just pause and realise at the same time.

Another scenario, where Elizabeth has taken a more peaceful approach, and on his stomach are the words: and what will my death account to in this pointless war?

As the two met on a mountain, their soulmate words could still be sorta the same, or,

Elizabeth would have something like: Aren't you going to attack?

And printed on Meliodas' stomach would be: I have no reason to harm you.

(if this continued with the curse, then Mel would maybe try to not talk to her at all).

1a) or, those words only appear on you once you turn a particular age

same thing rlly, but the two have met countless times before. they receive their soulmate words on a particular birthday. when they next meet, they realise they're soulmates.

2) A black mark is somewhere on you, and that is where your soulmate will first touch you. After, it will explode into millions of colours.

I imagine the two would try as hard as they could to cover the marks. some ppl would try to casually touch royalty to claim them as their soulmate.

There could be a black stain on Elizabeth's knuckles and Meliodas' stomach because she punches him.

There could be a black stain over her arms and his shoulders, because she hugs him.

Maybe something simple like a shoulder-pat or knees brushing.

(Mel tries to not touch the reincarnations- but Idk abt that).

3) whatever physical pain you feel, your soulmate feels them but halved

Goddesses heal their wounds, so Meliodas would feel half of what Elizabeth felt on the same part of his body only for a few seconds before it vanishes completely. This confuzzles him.

Demons can sorta regenerate to a limit, but I'd say that Elizabeth can still feel phantom pain.

They'd both look around people in their clan to see any injures, and find none that is in the same spot as theirs.

and when they become a couple, they're super worried whenever they feel the other is injured and always tries to check on the other.

(so with the curse, mel would try to not get injured when elizabeth was still a child. and whenever he felt pain, he'd immediately try to subtly check her. if they hadn't met by then, he'd silently sit through the pain).

4) where you can communicate with your soulmate through writing on your body.

So many things could happen! Names can't be revealed, but the two would rlly enjoy writing to each other. Eli would melt Mel, and she would be so happy that her soulmate is someone she can relate to( children of gods) and someone who's sweet. Maybe they used to write to each other as kids, and then Mel halted for a while, but returned and realised that she was lovely. They plan to meet up somewhere in Britannia.

Meliodas and Elizabeth reach the same spot, and don't realise the other is their soulmate straight away. They write on their arms to their soulmate to ask where they are, and they either bump into each other, or spot the other person writing on their arm and suddenly realise. Then it's adorable awkardness.

(if this happened with the curse, then maybe Meliodas wouldn't reply at all. maybe he would when she was upset, but then stop).

5) a timer that counts down to the second you look into your soulmate's eyes

Meliodas on the mountain, realising his timer has around five seconds remaining, and turning around as he feels someone's energy approaching. He looks up and sees Elizabeth.

They both sorta pause in realisation.

(maybe with the curse, Mel wouldn't have a timer since he'd technically already met his soulmate. Or maybe he would and knows specifically when he'd meet Elizabeth again).

6) the world is black and white until you look into your soulmate's eyes.

Meliodas knows Elizabeth is his soulmate first, but doesn't say anything about it. She doesn't know because his demon eyes are activated, not his actual ones.

He doesn't want her to be his soulmate at first, but slowly gets to know her and falls rlly deeply. Let's say they're laughing at something in Heaven's Theatre, and his eyes accidentally change to green. Elizabeth looks into them and stops laughing. Meliodas gulps.

(whenever she dies, meliodas' world turns black and white. when they next make eye contact, his world turns to colour. some elizabeth's have seen colour for most of their lives because mel looked into her eyes as a baby. Or, mel's world could always be in colour because he's techincally already met his soulmate).

7) red string soulmates.

sometimes the strings flash so people can randomly see them.

meliodas tries to burn his off. Multiple times. It never works.

8) The last words your soulmate says to you are written on your body.

idk, just imagine. It could be something rlly sweet, but it could also be something really casual.

When melizabeth eventually fell in love, they were sure that they were each other's soulmate, but were also sure that it would be ages and ages before they'd die.

Then they fight their parents, realise theyve said their soulmate words, but are sure that they'll die together.

(Maybe Meliodas' words change with every reincarnation.

9) OR, everyone has something different that identifies when theyve finally met their soulmate. for example, meliodas could have the first words elizabeth say to him written on his chest, and elizabeth's world could have been black and white until she looked into his eyes (with the writing to each other via their body, one would be able to see whatever the other writes/draws on their body but they cant respond).

In some situations, either Meliodas or Elizabeth would find out the other is their soulmate first.

after they fall in love, they tell each other what soulmate identifier they have. Whatever Elizabeth has, her reincarnations have the same, and Mel would try his hardest so she wouldn't realise its him.

#BOOOOOM #just imagine all the fics that could be written #if only i had tiiiimeeeeee #nanatsu no taizai #melizabeth #nnt #sevendeadlysins #nanatsunotaizai #meliodas nanatsu no taizai #elizabeth nanatsu no taizai

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dog-day-morning · 3 years

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YOU OWE THEM NOTHING

People can be self-righteous when it comes to what they think God is supposed to do if, and when they call on Him. God is not a genie in a bottle that you rub, and a jinn pops out granting you 3 or 300 wishes. The saying faith without works is dead can be applied here. Have you ever heard of or read the book Daniel Webster and the devil? This tall tale or folklore legend was about a man who made a deal with old Slew Foot, and when it was time to pay up he had 2nd thoughts. Satan never plays fair. He's forever putting us in positions where we find ourselves desperate for a quick solution to a temporary problem that only leads to a difficult end. The Latin term for buyer beware is caveat emptor, and Satan knows how to spell. The power of a wicken comes from their basic weapon of spelling or casting spells by word of mouth. Even the Bible tells us that “Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.” Tell that to a Nicolaitan. Those who make deals with the most unclean should expect to suffer in the end. Never trust the father of lies who deals in treachery, and deceit. I look back at my mother's life and wonder if God had ever intervened for her, and fought her battles that surely He and only He would be able to deliver her from, and He has. Life is hard, for many it’s a nightmare that’s ongoing. Satan comes to you when you're at your weakest or most vulnerable in the hopes of snaring your soul into eternal suffering. Jesus comes to deliver us from death, sin, and temptations that confuse us in our trek towards His truth. If you have any aspirations of entertaining people with your gifted voice or your talent for playing lead guitar, don’t sign a contract that promises you the world only to find out you owe them your sweet ass which a man of honor wouldn't consider let alone make you cosign your body for their horn dog appeasement.

Revelation 2:9

9 I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich) and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews, and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan.

You're abundantly rich in spirit Yacob. Now’s the time to claim your position. These bastards have taken everything from you leaving your ancestors nothing but dust. If they could remove us off the face of the Earth they would. They're plotting to do so as you and I breathe, that's why the Father never sleeps. They are demon spawns who say they worship, and believe in God, but whose god, and what righteous god tells you to destroy a people with his blessing knowing what the children of Japheth have done to them historically? The spawns of Satan want your penuche, mouth, titties, and a-hole for their pleasure along with your talent that Justin Timberlake does not have. The new faces of R&B do not look like the people I grew up listening to or the race of people whose songs left an everlasting impression on my bleeding heart that helped me through my ill-fated, miserable existence. Robin Thicke, Christina Aguilera, K-Pop, the BackStreet Boys, and New Kids on the Block. Some of these groups are defunct, but they’re cranking out as many as they possibly can like Justin Bieber, and Demi Lovato. I just saw on YouTube where people were considering if Elvis Presley was Black, WTF?!! He was the biggest culture thief that Dr. Frankenstein, AKA Colonel Parker ever created. Man is cruel; Satan is a whole other type of bastard you shouldn’t entertain. I'm retarded. Some call me an idiot savant. YO MOMMA!!! People are blessed by the Father who has blessed many of us with gifts. There are many of you whom God has endowed with multiple talents that people would sell their soul in order to possess just one. If you're anointed by God to sing like Aretha Franklin may He lead you to sign with a label like Brother Carl Crawford's who won't make the same mistake he did with a very popular artist at this moment. More than likely you'll sign a contract entrusting your talent, blessing, and soul to the most unclean ones. Ain’t a reason in hell you should bow down or bend over for a leach like Mr. Friedman so he can butt bone your a-hole while enriching himself off your God given talents. God blesses those who seek him out, and those that don’t. I don’t know if Eddie Murphy went to Church, and sowed an offering every Sunday to God praying that the Father would make him the highest paid comedic actor in his prime. Richard Pryor was anointed in the womb to be the most blessed comedic talent, and influential comedian to ever walk this Earth bar none yet he and Mr. Murphy pursued their dreams in different ways with both of them becoming world renown. I'm inclined to ask, was it worth it?

Mark 8:36

For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?

The synagogue of Satan isn’t a trending pop culture manifestation that’s to be esteemed, cherished, or envied. These cults are trying to maintain a stranglehold on a world that’s not meant for them or their sort. People who play with Ouija boards or childhood games like Bloody Mary, and light as a feather are ushering dark spirits into their homes leaving their loved ones exposed to something sinister. Get the hell away from me and mine unless you're my sister, AKA Ms. Skunk Funk, who needs to get the crust burnt off her musty, dusty drawers. The whore of Don Juan has a death wish. Explain to me how running with the devil beats walking with God?

Isaiah 59:7

7 Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood: their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; wasting and destruction are in their paths.

This Nation was built on our ancestor’s blood, sweat, and relentless faith. Believe me when I say there's strength in every tear. I pray to God that I don’t shed anymore of them. Their wealth is not. It's a stolen Promise that the Father shall reward His children with. Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it. The most glaring, and frustrating example that is also bitter and disheartening I can give you is our Promised Inheritance called Yisrael that the gentiles are squatting on. When a person or in this case a tribe or race of people believe in their own lies they've become reprobate; they're lost.

Revelation 3:9

9 Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Satan, which say they are Jews, and are not, but do lie; behold, I will make them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee.

This is what all of Esau's children fear. It's why the bland, colored people of the world are flipping over the Earth's axis, and killing us without any probable cause. They are a lawless people who've displayed their lack of empathy, and humanity for anyone save their own breed, they behave like blood hounds. I've become content with this planet being void of water (Holy Spirit.) Black people suffer from a social disorder called the crab bucket mentality. We hate to see anyone rise up, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep them down or discourage them. That person may possess something that can benefit the collective, who cares. He who possesses that blessing needs to haul tail ASAP before the winter comes knowing the Father will bless him, and a downtrodden people beyond their wildest dreams. This is why Yeshua, and His Father call us children. It's why I pray, and bemoan to the Father daily that He slays me, putting the fear of the Lord in the heathen and His Son Christ Jesus uses us for His purpose. God doesn't need us, we need Him. He's given us so much power, and authority. When you acquire it, use it for something other than satisfying your sinful, carnal, flesh minded desires. Men, don't behave like horn dogs, and women do not behave as Aholah, and Aholibah, 2 whores.

Numbers 32:24

24 Build you cities for your little ones, and folds for your sheep; and do that which hath proceeded out of your mouth.

Out of thine own mouth you have power to tread over snakes and scorpions. You can exorcise demons and devils out of your present life braking generational curses which is what I' want for a family that's disowned me. To God be the glory. God is telling us to declare a thing, and claim it. What a mighty, just God we serve. Your tongue will become a weapon to use against the lawless ones who use theirs recklessly in their attempts to get us arrested or murdered by local, and federal authorities. You can call it giving them a taste of their own medicine, it isn't. You're reclaiming what they've taken, stolen, including those of us they've murdered.

Isaiah 54:17

17 No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.

The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. Speak positive prayers out loud if you can. If you live with your family or have a roommate pray in the closet. You'll have favor with God that many people won't. They rebuked the Lord, and their anger did tear perpetually, and they kept their wrath forever. When they use their privilege, which is what we call it more often than they, comprehending they’re fully aware knowing they use it with a Demonic, driven hatred. They persecute Black men, women, and children for reasons that are not godly, and the Father does not condone. They, and all the Earth will have to answer for our individual sins against the Father in the end.

Luke 10:19

19 Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

We don’t worship the same god as they do. They're praying to a god to erase us off the face of the Earth. Why hasn't he?.

Exodus 1:12

12 But the more they afflicted them, the more they multiplied and grew. And they were grieved because of the children of Israel.

Their birth rate is dropping steadily. For the first time in the history of the census they decreased in population globally while indigenous, and other races of people stayed steady or in our case increased. This is the reasoning behind these draconian abortion laws. They're trying to preserve themselves while God is eliminating the Earth of their bloody dominion. God is sending the wicked a message before the storm comes, but no one's listening. Their violence towards us is documented, and more often it's unprovoked. They continue with the guilty until proven worthy of their mercy dogmatic mantra which is racist BS. The Earth will be lulled back to sleep. When they're confident that their world isn't in danger of being challenged by anyone, especially us. That's when God will do things that will scare them right back to the caucasus mountains bringing destruction to those who've touched, bruised, and abused the Apple of His eye. Speak life into your angel spirit, don’t entertain the demon seed that's trying to kill you, and the rest of Earth's indigenous people. You have much authority, use it. Elohim. 9/23/2021

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And what what they did was take pictures in the 3/4 Chicago 3/4 and Utah there's a lot of pictures 3/4 and then Dallas 3/4 OF OF A PICTURES THAT THAT REMEMBER HE SAYS HE CALLS IT

That specifically say I have no no way out and I don't believe that's true I just believe they're using the picture and then using my experience

MORE IMPORTANTLY THEY'RE PROVIDING ME THE ANTIDOTES TO THE STATEMENT I MADE AND THEN QUICKLY PROVIDED ME THE ANTIDOTE TO SOMETHING I CAN'T ANSWER I have nothing to say you're right I stand corrected

And again for you guys to have these pictures in at least one of my brothers has been implemented and he said your brother said FOR YOU GUYS TO HAVE THIS PICTURES OF ALL THESE FORT BASES ALIGNED AGAINST ME I'm just going to call it a conspiracy and all we need is one of these Fort bases to not have a beach and it's it's lights out it's game over for all of you here and your daughter REMEMBER THE STATEMENT WE GAVE BOSTON HAD FIVE STATE SIZE DOWNTOWNS NOT ONE BEACH AND THEY WERE LIVING OFF OF MY YACHT

It's the same example I have here in a black mass Justice was ensued to say that this black skin man his whole life was to do favors for white hair white skin people saying you don't need a yacht Beach I'll give you everything you need and I'll send you the people if you need to murder them

That's right it seems like it's only existence in doing favors is is to do a favor with yacht fish my sex life in in try and make a whole another white hair white skin family against me

They're using these specific pictures that were allowed to transfer over from covid it's never been in the past every time we had a picture taken of us on tour and it if it ended up in my sunrise when we got off the airplane it was immediately issued the warrant to kill the person who had the picture BECAUSE IT'S NOT THEIRS THAT'S RIGHT THE STATE CALLED IT'S OUR PROPERTY IT'S OUR POSSESSIONS YOU GUYS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TRANSFER WITH THAT PICTURE OR THAT FILE because we don't like your people it's what they specifically said they don't they don't like those people they don't want them having anything to do with their City cuz they're going to copy and make one of their own buildings the copycats

So we we have realized the pictures here have been a conspiracy against certain pictures AND AND AGAIN FOR US TO BE IN ANOTHER CITY IN A BLACK SATELLITE BEHAVIOR HAS ONCE AGAIN TOOK IN A PICTURE OF A PRETTIER CITY A PRETTIER DOWNTOWN AND THE STATEMENT IS YOU GUYS MADE PEOPLE SICK BY 24/7 TALKING ABOUT AIRPLANES

These pictures I guess are just to make me feel bad to say that he has permission or has called it in in the statement stands but I don't I don't believe any of that

AND AGAIN WE CALLED YOU GUYS OUT FOR USING MY INTEGRATION BRAIN TO WHERE ARE WE REALLY AND HOW I HOW WAS FORCED TO TAKE BACK YOUR PLANE because you guys are claiming to have visited all the cities and states I was and you guys said you guys witnessed the incidences and called them by yourselves and I said no you're just listening to a black man out of black mass Justice Las Vegas who said I never had sex YOU SHOULD HAVE HEARD THE WAY HIS DAUGHTER SCREAMED I WILL NEVER TELL WHERE WE BURIED HER

But again we called you guys out for using my integration brain to say you guys were there in the cities and again chasing me for the word daughter and it's an accident AND THEN WE BELIEVE WE ARE SAFE NOW FROM THE JASON INCIDENT BECAUSE IT'S GOING DOWN AS ONLY GIVEN TO BLACK SKIN MEN WHO HATE LITTLE WHITE SKIN BOYS WE BELIEVE THE WARNING WAS BE CAREFUL THERE'S BLACKSKIN PEOPLE AROUND NOW WE JUST BELIEVE IT STANDS FOR BE CAREFUL THERE'S A DEAD DAUGHTER SMELL SHE'S FOLLOWING US LIKE THE RETARD SHE SHOWED UP TODAY

And then again the entire time around the bus is coming home the men all have one one common theme in one common statement the beach the beach we want to go to the beach we don't we don't we don't want to stay here with her we want to go to the beach AND FOR THIS TO BE A WEAPON AGAINST ME AND I CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT I WOULD MUCH RATHER BE IN LANDLOCKED THAN BE WITH THOSE LUNATICS ON THE BEACH TALKING 24/7 WHY THERE'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN LANDLOCKED BECAUSE THEY'RE ON THE BEACH

And I and I cleared up the statement we swim in the water 24/7 all the people do and in the statement was last 3 years ago all the black skins were watching us swim in the water angry watching us on the sidewalk and it was very awkward very off-putting AND AND IT'S JUST A JOKE WE MADE IT UP BUT because of the blackskins do swim in our beach too they they're always swimming in our beach the little kids love it and the women and men love it

Then we're just giving you example of how awkward it would be for when allowed to swim in the beach water and the black skins all standing on the sidewalk why all the rest of us are in the water splashing and swimming BUT IT WAS JUST IT WAS JUST A JOKE

We can swim in Beach water

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