#;TO THE EDGE OF THE UNIVERSE AND BACK. ENDURE AND SURVIVE. (interactions)

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Still kickin' since the '70s: NASA's Voyager mission keeps exploring

NASA's Voyager mission launched in the 1970s. Today, it's making history as it conducts new science. But how are two spacecraft from the '70s not just surviving, but thriving farther out in space than any other spacecraft has been before?

A little mission background

Voyager is a NASA mission made up of two different spacecraft, Voyager 1 and 2, which launched to space on Sept. 5, 1977, and Aug. 20, 1977, respectively. In the decades following launch, the pair took a grand tour of our solar system, studying Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune—one of NASA's earliest efforts to explore the secrets of the universe.

These twin probes later became the first spacecraft to operate in interstellar space—space outside the heliosphere, the bubble of solar wind and magnetic fields emanating from the sun. Voyager 1 was the first to enter interstellar space in 2012, followed by Voyager 2 in 2018.

Today, Voyager continues not just because it can, but because it still has work to do studying interstellar space, the heliosphere, and how the two interact. "We wouldn't be doing Voyager if it wasn't taking science data," said Suzanne Dodd, the mission's current project manager and the director for the Interplanetary Network at NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory.

But across billions of miles and decades of groundbreaking scientific exploration, this trailblazing interstellar journey has not been without its trials. So, what's the Voyager secret to success?

In short: preparation and creativity.

"We designed them not to fail"

According to John Casani, Voyager project manager from 1975 to launch in 1977, "we didn't design them to last 30 years or 40 years, we designed them not to fail."

One key driver of the mission's longevity is redundancy. Voyager's components weren't just engineered with care, they were also made in duplicate.

According to Dodd, Voyager "was designed with nearly everything redundant. Having two spacecraft—right there is a redundancy."

A cutting-edge power source

The twin Voyager spacecraft can also credit their longevity to their long-lasting power source.

Each spacecraft is equipped with three radioisotope thermoelectric generators. These nuclear "batteries" were developed originally by the U.S. Department of Energy as part of the Atoms for Peace program enacted by President Eisenhower in 1955.

Compared to other power options at the time���like solar power, which doesn't have the reach to work beyond Jupiter—these generators have allowed Voyager to go much farther into space.

Voyager's generators continue to take the mission farther than any before, but they also continue to generate less power each year, with instruments needing to be shut off over time to conserve power.

Creative solutions

As a mission that has operated at the farthest edges of the heliosphere and beyond, Voyager has endured its fair share of challenges. With the spacecraft now in interstellar space running on software and hardware from the 1970s, Voyager's problems require creative solutions.

Retired mission personnel who worked on Voyager in its earliest days have even come back out of retirement to collaborate with new mission personnel to not just fix big problems but to pass on important mission know-how to the next generation of scientists and engineers.

"From where I sit as a project manager, it's really very exciting to see young engineers be excited to work on Voyager. To take on the challenges of an old mission and to work side by side with some of the masters, the people that built the spacecraft," Dodd said. "They want to learn from each other."

Within just the last couple of years, Voyager has tested the mission team's creativity with a number of complex issues. Most recently, a fuel tube inside of Voyager 1's thrusters, which control the spacecraft's orientation and direction, became clogged. The thrusters allow the spacecraft to point their antennae and are critical to maintaining communications with Earth. Through careful coordination, the mission team was able to remotely switch the spacecraft to a different set of thrusters.

These kinds of repairs are extra challenging as a radio signal takes about 22½ hours to reach Voyager 1 from Earth and another 22½ hours to return. Signals to and from Voyager 2 take about 19 hours each way.

Voyager's interstellar future

This brief peek behind the curtain highlights some of Voyager's history and its secrets to success.

The Voyager probes may continue to operate into the late 2020s. As time goes on, continued operations will become more challenging as the mission's power diminishes by 4 watts every year, and the two spacecraft will cool down as this power decreases. Additionally, unexpected anomalies could impact the mission's functionality and longevity as they grow older.

As the mission presses on, the Voyager team grows this legacy of creative problem solving and collaboration while these twin interstellar travelers continue to expand our understanding of the vast and mysterious cosmos we inhabit.

[danielleee-x]

I love the people in my life. However small or big the interactions we have, and however regular or sporadic they may be. There's something to be said for building a community that loves you and shows up in either which way they do. One talks to me regularly with long texts, regular calls, a clear intention to be there for me through thick and thin. Another shows up once a year, almost in a passing by, moving motion and shares how often they remembered me and my soul. They may not reach out or talk to me often but they're there, orbiting my surroundings and sending me love on this planet or on another. One doesn't always need to love actively and intensely. A simple 'I know you're alive and you matter enough to me to say I love you, every once in a while' is enough to me. Not always but usually it is. Everyone gets lonely at times. I do struggle to see the love around me but that is okay.. Some things need to go away for us to notice the deepness and beauty of it in its absence.

I live for the people I love. The way my mom and I speak through all topics underneath the brightly shining sun. Even when the clouds hide the happiness - she is there. She is so beautiful when she laughs. I see her smile and touch as the strongest medicine I could get in this lifetime. She's truly something else. Ethereal at times. There's no moment of doubt in my mind that she is my soulmate in this dark and twisted little world. I love my mom and the way she sounds and looks within this body she chose.

And I love my dad so much that I can't express any of it without being in pain. We may have had some rocky times but he has always had my back, no matter how ungrateful my teenage self may have been. He's the funniest and sweetest human to walk this soil. Which is why I think he like plants so much. He himself is like a sunflower when he wants to be. He was neglected a little while but plants aren't as weak as one may think. The youngest of his bunch and the most controversial but the most special of the four. I think so either way. We're one and the same. Funny, rough around the edges but always the person to rely on when the tide gets too rocky. I can only wish people see him with the sparkling eyes that I see him with. One in a million.

I wouldn't know what to do without my sister. She's been one of the worst and best people in my life. Perhaps that feeling is universal between siblings but the trauma we have endured, individually and together, is indescribable. There used to be such a big push and pull but we've grown up a lot. When I look back and see how much she's changed for the better - I can see the whole mt.everest underneath her feet. All the while keeping up with her passions and talents. The moment she let me in and let me practice my love for helping my surroundings, we became unbreakable. The waves still come and go but I wouldn't know what to do in life without those. She's a diamond in the rough but so are we all. I love her laugh and how bubbly she can be. We're just sisters.. there's nothing that can come between that, not while we're still the same soul in the same old - broken down bodies.

Now we get to my brother and my confusing appreciation for him being in my life. We aren't as close as we once were. Our life used to be us against the rest. The fights we fought to just survive were so similar to eachother nd different all at the same time. He showed up for me against my bullies, even when being harassed by his peers himself. He was there when I needed him, all the while he was silently struggling on his own. I wish I could have done, and can do, more than I did. My hope is that he knows how deep my love runs for him and his quirks. I feel a huge wall between us now. It does break down at times by us being in a car together - those are the most special moments nowadays.. we just get to share our passion for music and talk and be ourselves. For a split second it feels like us against the world in those drives. I hope he feels that too. I miss us and I miss his horribly curly hair from back in the day. The tears we had together. The conversations we shared. And the way he always laughs at my jokes, no matter how bad they may be. He truly makes me feel like one of the most special people whenever we're in the same room together and I hope he feels that way sometimes aswell. I truly don't know him anymore. I wish he knew that all the trauma doesn't change my opinion of him. I'm still here waiting for him to open up his heart to people again. Until then I'll be here waiting. I'm sure he'll heal soon enough. I'm sure.

I love the people within my life. Wether they are happy, scared, sad or angry. I wish to experience all of their emotions and see them for who they are. Unzip your skin and let me have a little look at the way you tick. Let me be there for the good and bad times. But also be there when I fall back down. It doesn't always have to be the same person but atleast let there be one of them. I love you all. Even if I am shitty at showing it at times.

I live for the people I love.

[notiinfected]

@vengewlf​ SPACE FACTS !

“Did you know a day on Venus lasts longer than a year?” The words burst out of her with little to no warning despite Abby’s fist poised to strike. Ellie wasn’t even sure where she read the fact, or if it was even true to begin with but some part of her figured it’d be a good last ditch distraction. And it seemed to work considering Abby’s hesitation. Brows raised slightly and Ellie found herself scooting out of punching range. For a brief moment, she thought about getting the upper hand on the woman but now? She was just taking in the former Firefly’s reaction. 

[ilikemesometaetaes]

Set Me Free (M)

Min Yoongi Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes​

•••> Summary: You are just an ordinary woman with a strange aura about you that Yoongi can’t seem to resist- even past the compulsion of his mentor. The question is: why?

•••> Pairing(s): Yoongi/Reader

•••> Requested by @itsgottabeyoo-ngs​ : “Hi daddy, One shot request with vampire Yoongi x brat reader. Bonus points for adding in choking or spitting idk make it filthy k thanks love you byeeeee xoxoxoxox”

•••> Word Count: 10.95k

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | vampire!au | Yoongi!AU | Vampire’s Mate | Vampire!Yoongi | Human!Reader | Gifted!Reader

•••> Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, murder, attempted murder, slight choking/strangulation, dirty talk, biting, blood drinking, spitting, violence, horror, vampire/human relationship, cursing, mental attachment, thirsty Yoongi, Yoongi thinks he’s scary, but he’s totally not

Copyright © 2020 ilikemesometaetaes. All Rights Reserved.

Thank you for the request, babe! This one is a bit to unpack, as you can see. I hope you enjoy :)

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Yoongi never claimed to have his thirst under complete control.

He stands before his brothers once every week for the feed, snarling as he consumes his share of blood, while the others bear witness so as to provide him ceremonial protection- a vampire is very vulnerable while he consumes blood. The polydipsia made one lose all form of reason and sense of mind, driven to the brink of animalistic insanity when it was in the process of mildly quenching the eternal hunger.

Polydipsia, used to describe his level of thirst, was the word made just for him in his own little world.

It wasn’t normal thirst, like a human, but the savage-like impulse to drink and drown until he could swim in a river of blood and take deep lungfuls of the crimson fluid. The impossible desire to consume and be completely consumed by blood until he became it himself always loomed over his mind in his early days as a Deadblood- a vampire youngling- causing him to search for a word that could completely describe his affliction.

Then the Greeks begun transforming their language, perfecting the word that he could use to chronicle his need. He had mulled over the thought throughout the few centuries that the word came into existence, truly connecting with it on a level that was deprived of him when his soul was taken from his body.

But the word was not only used to describe normal thirst; it described the abnormal desire to drink as a symptom of disease- and a disease is what Min Yoongi had.

From the days he explored the lands of Goryeo as a young teenage boy, he knew that disease racked every inch of the world. Street beggars, riddled with sicknesses and incurable illnesses, asked him for coin, food, clothing, and any necessities that could potentially carry them through the night into another sunrise. But the one thing that they begged for the most was water.

Liquid life. Yoongi thinks back on the ironic turn of events and how, even as a privileged boy of nobles, he understood just how desperate a person got when they were deprived of the one, singular fluid that supported life as he knew it.

As Yoongi approached adulthood, he was promoted and bestowed larger honors in the name of the Min clan, allowing him to provide more for the beggars and lower-class individuals that he came across on the streets every day- not that his father would find out.

Until he did.

Yoongi recalls the moment he knew that his father figured out that his son was spoiling the family riches on the lower class. They weren’t sitting down for dinner and having a conversation nor taking a stroll along the river like the two of them normally would- it was quite surprising, really. Yoongi had to applaud his father for the creativity of the circumstance.

He knew that his father figured out his whereabouts when he found himself bleeding out in the middle of the woods with three arrows, adorned with the Min clan crest carved into the wood, sticking out of his chest. He was sent to look for his supposedly lost little sister under the direction that she was probably at a watering hole- which Yoongi had never heard about- about forty-five minutes from the edge of Goryeo’s walls.

Many people ventured outside of the city to fend for food and necessities, or to find civilization elsewhere, so it wasn’t surprising to him that his curious baby sister wanted to see for herself what life was like outside of the city’s limits.

As Yoongi lay dying on the soil of the earth, staring up at the greenery of the trees above while they lightly swayed in the breeze, he realized that everyone, regardless of social-class or physical health, was fighting the same, universal disease: death. No one could escape it and no one was safe. At least, that’s the epiphany he had in an effort to comfort himself while he felt his heart painfully struggle to beat with an arrowhead lodged into it. Copious amounts of blood spurt out with each pulse of his damaged organ.

And then the universe decided to set him free from death with a cure worse than the disease itself.

Yoongi doesn’t remember who his creator was. He doesn’t remember how long he spent on the forest floor with the arrows still in his chest. He doesn’t remember waking up.

His memory of his new life started from the moment his consciousness returned, in the exact second that he found a set of vocal cords clutched in the palm of his hand, dripping with crimson, after apparently ripping them out of a young boy who was actively collapsing in front of him. The boy, who Yoongi immediately recognized from the streets of Goryeo, was choking on his own gore as he clutched at his now nonexistent throat, staring up at his killer with a jumbled expression that silently begged for help yet withdrew from terror.

It took Yoongi five years of trekking everywhere and no where while attempting to control his thirst before he found new meaning. He mostly had a hold on the scorch in his throat by staying away from the city and surrounding villages before he met another and figured out what he became.

The woman- no, girl?- appeared young yet spoke as if she had seen countless winters, the wisdom of a million middays glowing behind her carmine eyes. She was the first person he had met who did not end up dead within the first two minutes of scenting them on the wind.

“You are a vampire. You survive purely on the life essence of others. You are still a young Deadblood. Judging by your age, you should become a Redblood soon.” She sat with her back to him, overlooking the valley below the then-unnamed Odaesan mountain that they sat perched upon. “Do you know who created you?”

“Created me?” He asked. “What do you mean? My parents?”

She turned, her vibrant red eyes continuing to shock him. Did his own orbs look like this?

“I mean, who turned you?” She seemed to look at him incredulously, shocked by his lack of knowledge. “Who gave you their venom- their shi?”

“I…” Yoongi tried very hard to remember anything before the burning sensation that scraped like rocks against the insides of his bones and flesh, but all he could see and feel was fire and agony- and then blood. He couldn’t help but think with a grain of salt, disbelieving of the method in which he was born into his new life. “I don’t know. I just remember from my first kill.”

“Strange.” The other vampire muttered, returning her gaze to the valley. “Strange, indeed.”

Yoongi was always the silent type, only interacting when he needed to as a habit formed to avoid the questioning glare of his father when he returned home late on certain occasions.

But he couldn’t help the burning desire of curiosity within him, a welcome distraction from the need to feed within him. He had so many questions.

“You may ask your questions, Min Yoongi.” The woman sighed, not even bothering to spare him a glance whilst she spoke. The man was shocked to find that she knew his name without him telling her.

“How do you know my name?” The new revelation took precedent in his mind, hoping that she was not an enemy of his clan.

“A valid question.” She mused. “Anticipated, but valid. I suppose I’ll answer your question to the best of my ability.”

Yoongi shifted his position in preparation, a new habit that he formed in his new life. He learned from the first time he moved to stretch that his body did not need to be stretched as it usually did. He never ached, never cramped, never tired, and never lost energy. Despite the lack of his emotions in their usual form, he knew that it should have been unsettling to find such a new change within him, so he did the sensible thing of pretending that he needed to.

He pretended he needed to breathe- after two hours at the bottom of a lake he stumbled upon in his aimless journey, he was amazed to find that he required no oxygen to continue existing- and that he didn’t need to sleep nor use the bathroom. He would practice taking breaths, trying to inhale and exhale evenly without becoming allured to the pungent yet undeniably attractive scent of animal blood so that he could finally smell the forest again. He pretended to go to sleep and wake up with the urge to relieve himself of the noneixstent pressure in his bladder despite not having any of the instincts he once had.

The woman spoke, answering his first question.

“I can hear your thoughts. They’re not necessarily specific, but I can hear when you are wistful- like you are now- or when you are curious or sad or angry. I can hear the causes of these emotions.” She paused. “It comes with the gift of my second life. A form of protection, if you will.”

“Why would I need protection when I am invincible? I’ve seen the things I can do and what my body can endure.” He briefly recalled repeatedly jumping from a cliff, automatically landing on his feet no matter how hard he tried not to. Before, he had a will to survive with a choice of dying, but now? There was no comprehensible choice. “There is nothing that can hurt me.”

Yoongi couldn’t help cocking his head to the side like a confused dog when the woman let out a breathless laugh.

“Because, young one,” She looked at him with her eyes again, a look of mock endearment filling them. “You are not invincible.”

For a moment, Yoongi did not believe her. He believed that the liquid running through his veins was pure ichor, an essence of the gods, but when he returned her look of sincere truth, he understood that dying was still very much possible.

Thanking the gods, Yoongi looked to the ground and began toying with his fingers at his revelation. He could stop murdering people, willing to die in order to do so.

The woman shook her head. “No, Min Yoongi. You do not have to die to stop killing humans. In fact, it is the reason I have not killed you yet. You are unaware of the possibilities.”

His head perked up at the comment, suddenly eager to learn.

“How? How can I live without killing?” All he could see was the young boy that he had murdered in cold blood; the boy’s warm brown eyes staring up at him as he watched the life drain from them burned into his memory- he didn’t even know the boy’s name. The boy could not have been older than his own sister.

“I never told you that you could continue to live without killing. Of course, you have to kill. But you do not have to kill people.” The woman nodded her head down the mount. “Do you smell that? Do you smell the life that lives throughout this mountain?”

Yoongi attempted to focus on his senses but could only feel the thirst once again tormenting his throat. As soon as the woman shifted his attention back to the aroma of life, he salivated. Of course, he smelled the animal’s scents, but he could also detect traces of human life upwind that completely took away his desire for anything but humans.

“Push the thirst aside to open your senses. Embrace them. Embrace your power and your abilities. Focus on those.”

Again, he tried to push the scorch in his throat to the side, only to find that it was an impossible feat seeing as he had not fed in several months. He wanted human blood so badly.

“Poor child. I did not realize how weak you were.” She let a grimace morph her features, the first true expression of genuine emotion that Yoongi had seen on her. “Come sit in front of me. I will help you.”

For a moment, Yoongi hesitated. Was she going to kill him? He was not sure, but after a few more thoughts to himself, he realized that he had nothing to lose. Following her direction obediently, he moved to sit with his legs crossed in front of the woman.

“Now, close your eyes and listen to my voice.” She raised her hands to his head, placing her fingertips on his temples, and began whispering while he let his eyes flutter closed.

He felt as if he was mentally hit by a charging bear.

The woman’s words echoed in his mind, seating themselves amongst every corner and crevice that they could touch before Yoongi could understand what was happening. Shocked by the feeling of being intruded upon, he tried to push back against the mind-numbing force of her words, uncomfortable and feeling violated by the sensation. Instead of stopping them, her voice just broke down his amateur attempt at a mental barrier and pushed its way further into his brain. He was helpless to her superior mental awareness and gift.

“You will not focus on the thirst. You will focus on your abilities. Focus on the blood of animals and the blood of those already dead.”

And Min Yoongi had no option but to obey for he was forced into a dieted life.

But as he stands, thousands of years later, in the middle of your kitchen whilst watching you silently with the inferno of the blazing sun in his esophagus, he couldn’t help the need that overcame him. He could not obey his mentor; miraculously and horrifyingly, the gift of his mentor did not work with you.

He was impelled by his mentor’s gift, effectively removing most of the bloodlust he had for humans. In his lifetime, after the unavoidable command was bestowed upon him, he had only killed a handful of humans when he was consumed by the thirst after living in self-induced exile for so long. But standing before you, he may have needed to add a finger to that handful depending on what you did next.

Yoongi first clocked you on his radar the moment you walked into the small coffee shop he was occupying for the later part of the morning.

Building a friendship with you was quite easy.

You were bright and warm and everything wonderful upon meeting him. Your smile was just shy of naive, yet he couldn’t help the alien tugs on his heart when watching you giggle.

“How old are you, Yoongi?” You asked while circling the straw in your caramel macchiato.

“Old enough.” He chuckled, looking down with what you perceived as shyness.

“Oh?” You laughed with him. “And how old is enough for you?”

“I could ask you the same question. How old do you think I am?” He met your eyes, once again shocking you with their beautifully vibrant shade of brown.

“Well…” You trailed off, studying his facial features closely- the hint of a permanent smile line, fresh haircut, and no wrinkles alluded that he couldn’t be over thirty. “I’m gonna say… twenty-five?”

The man across from you smiled. “Very close. I’m twenty-seven.”

So he wasn’t that much older than you. You could totally do him.

Yoongi noticed the flash of lust that ghosted through your pupils for a split second, recognizing the dilation of them as you glanced at him. He watched you stick your chest out a bit more, begin fiddling with your hair more often, and part your lips while you let the thoughts of sexual satisfaction run across your mind.

“Twenty-seven, huh? That’s not bad at all.” You smiled, letting your tongue lightly swipe along your bottom lip unconsciously.

Yoongi zeroed in on the action with a piercing gaze, watching as the muscle seemed to move in slow motion tauntingly, daring him to dig his fangs into it savagely before tearing it from your mouth to feel the blood pouring from your lips onto his face. 

His body reacted sensibly, blood rushing like fake adrenaline to awaken his better instincts- rushing everywhere- and making his jeans become uncomfortably tight as they restrained his filling manhood. 

Blood drinking was as exciting as it was satisfying for a vampire. An extremely personal and holy moment, consuming lifeblood was the most raw and sexual moment to experience. A vampire could not experience real sexual desire without it.

He dug his fingers into the faux leather of his side of the booth until they broke through the material to restrain himself from attempting to attack you in the middle of the day.

Quickly, gaining his sense of mind once again, he tore more holes into the leather to round out the punctures so that it could appear as if the holes were from wear and tear.

The scent of your blood transpierced by the hormones and adrenaline beginning to flow through your veins made it just that much more implausibly alluring. Yoongi admitted that you were a beautiful and kind woman from the conversation throughout the morning. He also knew that you had a deviant side due to the surprisingly quick appearance of your lust-filled gaze.

Yet he couldn’t help the urge to murder you on the spot.

He knew that he couldn’t touch you. The supernatural safety of the sun that shone on your body prevented him from laying a finger on your skin without his own lighting aflame. He learned the protection of sun rays on humans the hard way.

His fifth human victim, a monk who travelled the heights of Mount Odaesan- Yoongi’s sanctuary and home- for a religious trial, travelled early in the morning as the sun was rising. Yoongi smelt the sweat dripping from the man’s skin instantly. In the small cove he called home, he tried to resist the urge to kill the man for he hadn’t smelt human blood in several years.

His mentor’s words were ever present. ‘Focus on the blood of animals and the blood of those already dead.’

Despite having those words affecting his instincts, Yoongi had managed to convince himself that the monk was a dead man standing once he smelled remnants of a virus tainting his scent, effectively bypassing the impulsion of the woman’s mind control.

Yoongi found himself rushing at the man without a second thought, fangs bared and fingers curled in preparation to tear the man’s limbs from his body. However, before he could get within two feet of the vulnerable monk, he was thrown back by an invisible and boiling hot force that left him screaming in agony and flying through the air.

The monk quickly ran back down the mountain in terror, yet Yoongi could pay no mind as he lay on the forest floor, ready to die once again as his skin singed and fell from his flesh like swamp sludge.

As his throat tore itself raw from his wails of misery, his body writhed in and out on itself in complete and utter anguish. The smell of burnt flesh overwhelmed his nostrils, pungent and nauseating in every possible way. How he was able to focus on something other than the pain was beyond him.

Despite the burning, Yoongi could feel his aflame skin beginning to heal itself. Clawing through the dirt, he felt the blood stored in his stomach rushing through his veins to the broken and severed ones, rebuilding them and recreating the network of arteries necessary to begin restoring his expanse of skin.

Before long, the pain subsided and Yoongi was no longer screaming. The entire ordeal lasted approximately twenty minutes- long enough that Yoongi no longer heard the footsteps of the monk and long enough for him to process the events that had just happened. 

He was thankful that he became a Redblood with the ability to use consumed blood throughout his body, unsure of what would have happened to him if he had been a Deadblood at the time. Deadbloods burned through consumed blood quicker than a spark from a flint could ignite kindling into a flame.

He definitely needed to ask the woman, Zizi, about it. And he definitely needed to track that monk until sundown so that he could get rid of any loose ends.

Yoongi grimaced slightly, remembering the occurrence like it was yesterday, as he sat across from you.

You were still looking down at your cup in blissful unawareness of his inner turmoil and life that he’s lived thus far. You definitely were not dense enough to not notice his gaze on your skin, but you were definitely ignorant of the fact that he was thinking about what would happen if he could just get you to move a few feet to the right to gain cover from the direct line of the sun. He just needed to get you into the shadows.

“Y/N,” He called your name. You instantly looked up in response. “How old are you?”

“Old enough.” You teased him back with his own words. He let a small smile thin his lips before he looked down to hide it. When you followed his gaze and noticed that he didn’t have a drink, you jumped to the opportunity.

“Can I buy you a drink, Min Yoongi?” You asked him.

“Oh, I’m not particularly craving coffee at the moment.” He paused and held his breath, as if trying to find the words to say. “I just like to sit here sometimes and enjoy watching the street.”

“Well,” Ask him! Ask him out! Yes! Do it! Your head screamed at you to be confident. You knew he was the shy type; you would be waiting all day for him to make a move and you just didn’t have the time nor patience for that. “Let me get you a drink at my bar?”

The man looked mildly impressed for a moment. “You own a bar?”

“A small one.” You swiftly added. “It’s not a big popular one or anything but I didn’t want a place too big. I like the smaller things.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. You were a kind and beautiful woman living a simple life. He dreaded the moment that he was going to have to kill you.

“I take it you’re pretty well off then?” He asks. “And please don’t take this as me digging around. I’m just curious.”

“Don’t worry about it. Yeah, actually.” You laughed and sat back in your chair, looking out the window onto the street as people and cars passed by. “I’ve always been pretty lucky for some reason. The gods always seem to be in my favor and give me what I want.”

Yoongi smirked for a moment. If she wants me, she can have me. Then, I’ll have her.

When Yoongi found himself in the prime position to attack you in your kitchen, several weeks later, he knew. He finally had you where he wanted you.

A handful of dates that he found quite pleasant were all it took. 

You turned out to be just what he thought- a strangely attractive and alluring woman, the scent of your blood aside. You exhumed an odd magnetism about you that Yoongi had never felt from a human. He regretted the decision of waiting so long to kill you seeing as he was considering letting you live. But he knew that he couldn’t do that.

With your back turned to him, busying yourself with dinner, he could easily snap your neck so that you wouldn’t scream and struggle- and you would be dead almost instantly. A quick and nearly painless death was what you deserved. He didn’t want you to suffer at all.

However, just as he crouched in preparation to lunge at you, you spoke.

“Are you ready for dinner, babe?” You asked him.

He smiled devilishly, venom filling his mouth as he salivated. “Yes, I am. I’m starving.”

You chuckled. “Okay.”

“Go and sit down at the table.”

It was the most simple of commands. Telling Yoongi to sit down wasn’t an order. You weren’t demanding him to do it. You never demanded anything of him. It was a mere suggestion in your eyes.

Yet Yoongi felt his body moving to the dinner table without a second thought, unable to resist obeying your words.

What in the everliving fuck.

He sat quickly, impotent to move from his spot while he waited for you to bring the food from the counter. His thirst obliterated his throat, causing it to seize up and restrict any air that he could previously breathe, but he sat in wonder as you seemed to hold power over him that he had never felt before.

You turned with both of your dinner plates in hand and he quickly smothered the panic on his face, wondering what in the world had just happened.

“I’m not at all a chef, but you better eat everything.” Yoongi tested your words, seeing if the inclination to finish your food was present, only to find a slight mental nudge- as he expected. You didn’t tell him to do anything; you merely made an ‘or else’ statement.

No longer desperate to kill you for the time being, Yoongi sat still and waited for your next words. Once you sat the plate in front of him, you uttered a joke.

“Dig in.”

And dig in Yoongi did. He picked up his fork and scooped into the pasta you made without any willingness to deny you.

The pasta wasn’t fantastic in any sort of the word- It was plain, although it could be due to the fact that it wasn’t at all what he truly craved and needed. It was like eating a piece of stale bread while he was offered a perfectly cooked and outright juicy steak on a silver platter. The food that he ate wouldn’t be consumed by his body and used for nutrients; the shi in his stomach would burn it to nothingness within the next few hours.

Uncontrollably, Yoongi shoved mouthful after mouthful into his mouth- he couldn’t stop. Once he finished chewing one bite, his hand was immediately bringing him another, and then another. Despite lacking the need to breathe, Yoongi felt himself suffocating with each bite as the realization that he could do nothing except eat his food settled in his mind.

“I see you were hungry.” You laughed, unaware of his predicament. Yoongi’s eyes shot up to yours and silently hoped you would give him another command so that he could stop the foolishness.

You, however, just sat there feeling sort of proud of yourself- not only for making an edible meal, but for making one Yoongi seemed to enjoy. Even though it was slightly shocking to see him out of his usually cool character, acting like a man suffering from hunger, you couldn’t help but find it undeniably cute.

Eating slowly while watching him, you let your feelings for him come to the surface.

Yoongi was utterly beautiful. His black hair that fell over his face while he was cleaning up the last bits of his plate was just long enough to cover his eyes, yet as he looked at you without reservation, you felt he had a clear line of sight straight into your soul.

His skin was nearly flawless save for the light and narrow scar that cut into his right eye. Others found the scar intimidating and ugly, but you found it rather attractive. Yoongi, with his uncanny physical allure, was undeniably the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

Your body was alight with joy and content. In the few weeks that you got to know him, liking him was incredibly easy and having him in your home, in a domestic setting, lit your heart on fire with the possibility of falling in love with him.

He was incredibly easy to love, you discovered. Everything about him begged you to fall for him. As if the universe created him just for you, Min Yoongi was the epitome of perfection- in your eyes, anyway.

Briefly, you had shown a photo of him to your mother. She became unsettled instantly by his appearance.

“He’s so pale. And a little scary-looking.” She squinted at the photo you took of him when he wasn’t looking. You never brought him up again to your mother, disliking the fact that she didn’t like your potential boyfriend and found him scary.

The picture just happened to be your favorite- being because he didn’t like pictures and it was the only one you had of him.

He kindly asked you to not take photos of him. When you prompted him as to why during one of your more intimate moments at your bar, he only answered playfully as he held you close to him, lips begging for you to kiss them.

“Because I don’t want to leave evidence.” He whispered, breath tickling your nose. His body was warm and sturdy, muscles rippling under your touch as you clung to his shoulders.

“Evidence from what?” You asked breathily. The heat in your panties had increased tenfold over the last few minutes as his eyes grew hungrier with want. Yoongi’s fingers dug into your waist painfully, pulling you so close that you barely had room to expand your lungs to breathe, yet you couldn’t help the edgy feeling of how rough he could be with you.

“From when I eat you up.”

Thinking back on the memory, you shivered involuntarily, hoping that tonight might be the night you actually get to have him. He’d made you wait for a little over a month and you had no idea why. You definitely felt him straining through his pants a few times. But no kisses or anything further than the pressing of your bodies was accomplished.

Yoongi finished his plate and sat upright briskly, pulling you from your wishful thinking with a jump.

“Y/N,” He nearly growled, shocking you. “What else do you want me to do?”

The fork you were holding clattered to your plate instantly. Wow. He’s sizzling hot.

“I-“ You stuttered a bit. “I- uh.”

“Spit it out.” He hissed. You jumped again, trying to find the words to say with the heat growing in your panties.

Quickly, you answered him. “I want you to take me to my bedroom.”

“Thank god.” He groaned, getting up slowly with a smirk on his face. “Is that just a request? Because I can walk out now if you don’t actually want this.”

“Take me to my bedroom, Yoongi.” You stood slowly, carefully, as if you were afraid to trigger him.

Yoongi pushed in his chair and moved towards you at a speed that was almost inhuman. You yelped in astonishment as Yoongi attempted to control himself- he couldn’t bring you to your bedroom at his natural speed or else he would have a very motion-sick human to worry about. Instead, he trembled with the effort to resist your command at full force, knowing that the only way it was possible was due to the fact that he was still, in fact, taking you to your bedroom.

Picking you up was easier than breathing. You weighed absolutely nothing in his arms because of his advanced strength, so when he felt you trying to assist him in carrying you by holding your body stiffly, he huffed out a laugh whilst he walked.

“Relax, woman. You are as light as a feather.”

You blushed under his words, leaning into his chest to hide your cheeks.

“Stop that.” He growled, entering your bedroom. You looked up at him and he couldn’t tear his eyes from the blood that rushed to your cheeks. “I can’t resist if you do that.”

“Then don’t.” You whispered. Your heart pounded in your chest, begging him to hear it. “Don’t resist.”

His fangs came forth immediately, for he could not resist your command while he flew to your bed to throw you down. Despite your unknowing of what you were telling him to do, he fostered no opposition to what he was about to do.

The roughness of his throw startled you for a moment as you looked up at his vastly approaching figure, only to grow terrified when you caught sight of his face.

The veins protruding out of his temples and cheeks pumped blood straight into the whites of his eyes, turning them completely bloodshot, as they framed the now-crimson irises. Long incisors protruded from his mouth as he opened it with a hiss, revealing the way his human teeth shifted apart to allow his inhuman ones to break through the gums. Instantly, you parted your lips to scream.

Yoongi was upon you instantly, hand covering your mouth and silencing your cry while he snarled menacingly, yet he couldn’t help but feel remorse for killing you.

“I’m sorry.” He whimpered through his animalistic demeanor. “I can’t stop.”

You were screaming below his hand and, instantaneously, he had an idea.

He was leaning forward slowly, able to slow himself in the process of not resisting you. “Y/N,” He strained, changing the frequency of his talent, and waited for you to silence yourself in order to listen to him. He took his hand off of your mouth slowly after he heard your heart calm itself past your weeping. “Tell me to stop.”

“Stop!” You sobbed whilst clawing at his chest and kicking at his legs. “Don’t kill me!”

Not a second passed before Yoongi flew off of you, throwing his back to your wall with a loud thud while he cursed lowly.

You scrambled to the headboard of your bed, pressing your back against it in an attempt to gain some distance between the two of you. Your eyes were wide, chest heaving with your breath short, as you looked at the man in front of you.

“I-“ Yoongi stuttered for the first time in decades. “I’m sorry.”

“Your eyes!” Your burst out. You were unable to contain your fear and shock, so you displaced it into your curiosity. “Y-your- Your face! Your teeth!”

Yoongi stood against the wall, breathing just as hard as you, with his eyes cast to the floor in the process of trying to control his facial features. He could no longer kill you. The thought revolted him- every time he considered drinking your blood, the idea was banished from his mind with a sense of nausea following. Good god. She is unaware of her ability yet I am completely at her mercy.

“I apologize. I couldn’t help myself.” He breathed. What Yoongi forgot to take into account was the fact that he began implementing the gift of his second life on you the moment he stepped foot through your threshold, so your mind was completely scrambled by this point.

It was nighttime now; he could not leave your house no matter how hard he tried. He knew of the fallacy that vampires needed to be invited in and he found himself giggling from time to time at how close humans got to the actual lore of his kind.

He could enter your house, uninvited, during the day. He could lurk every corner of your abode without a bother, yet when night fell and the sun finally set, he would be stuck inside until morning. He knew he would be staying the night in your house the moment he agreed to have dinner with you. If he attempted to enter through your door during the night, however, he would have no luck- the night’s protection would convince his brain to walk away from your home without any further reconsideration until he was a good distance from it.

He was in the first position now.

He wished that he could leave you and disappear from your life without a trace so that you could live a peaceful and happy life without him, but he was afraid that it was impossible now with sundown a mere two hours prior. Your powers were no match for the natural protection of the earth. The both of you had a long night ahead of yourselves.

So he used his ability. Yoongi gave you control- rational thought, rather. His gift allowed him to grant organization of the mind and precise focus to others, but he could also take it away.

Upon entering your home, he began the process of slowly but surely ebbing away your barriers and logical thought- he couldn’t do it too fast or else you would panic like you were now. With a presently impossible-to-kill human whose heart was beating out of her chest and a command to not kill you forcing him into submission, he was obligated to prevent you from having a heart attack that was caused by him.

With laser-like focus, he channeled his gift straight into your open mind. Yoongi rebuilt the walls he had previously broken down over the past few hours, restocked your jumbled thoughts into their proper spaces, and flowed his energy through each corridor of judicious conception so that you could continue to develop your focus into that of supernatural proportion. He hoped that you, with a new mind, would tell him to get away from you and to kill himself. Dying by the hands of such a robust ability wouldn’t be too bad of a way to go.

You, however, never had such a decisive mind. Your mind was never clearer and you had never felt such clarity in your thoughts before. It allowed you to feel the magnetism that he radiated.

You knew he was a vampire. You don’t remember how you knew or how you recognized it, but you knew that he was not the first of his kind you had come across. Maybe it was the obvious fangs that gave it away.

“Yoongi,” You whispered. “You’re a vampire.”

His eyes, now back to their normal gorgeously coffee-bean shade, flicked up to yours in surprise.

“You know what I am?” He spluttered, flabbergasted. “You don’t think I’m a demon? Or the devil?”

“I’m not stupid. I know a vampire when I see one.” Your tone did not waver nor shake despite being a potential victim to a vampire. Was it the adrenaline?

“Then you know that I am a danger to you.” He said lowly, shock still evident on his face, while he began gravitating towards your bedroom door to leave.

“No. Stay.” You found yourself pining for his presence while he froze up in his spot. You eyed the action analytically. “If you were a danger to me, I wouldn’t be alive right now. You had plenty opportunity to kill me.”

“That’s the thing,” His hands pressed to the wall and scratched into it with the effort to move further from you. “I don’t have much of a choice anymore.”

“And why is that?” You relaxed your body and slowly slid your way across the bed towards him.

“Because I can’t.” Yoongi actually gasped for air as you stood from your bed to slowly approach him. “Y/N. Don’t come near me.”

“Why don’t you have a choice?” You ignored his warning, fully aware of the risk you were taking yet uncaring of the consequences. You were too focused on the fact that you actually wanted him.

Yoongi could not move from his spot, a side effect of your command to stay, but he refused to meet your eyes. The irresistible scent of your blood clashing with the order to not kill you fucked with his mind in ways he never experienced, creating an excruciatingly splitting headache between his temples. He wanted to drink from you so bad yet he could not move a single muscle.

“You can tell me to do anything. You can tell me to stay away from you. You can tell me to leave you alone. Hell, you can tell me to kill myself and I’d do it.” He ground out, attempting to press his back further into the wall as he felt your body heat against his skin. You came too close. He could smell your hormones lacing through your blood, triggering a wash of his shi over his dry tongue and a yearning to tear you apart overriding his senses.

He wanted to sink his fangs into your flesh so badly that he was beginning to scare himself. Allowing his venom to seep into your system would undoubtedly send you into ecstasy; you would only feel a pinch of pain as his saliva instantly burned through your nerves and set them alight. He could kill you while you were in pleasure; you wouldn’t feel anything but bliss as he drained the life from you.

“And why do you, a powerful creature such as yourself, allow me to have this power over you?” You asked. Was he in love with you? You definitely could love the man with how much you felt drawn to him but, for crying out loud, it had only been a few weeks.

“I don’t allow it. You are a gifted human. You possess this power over me.” Although Yoongi enjoyed having a calm conversation with you, he couldn’t help but feel bad that he used his gift on you. It was almost an unfair playing card- a “get-out-of-jail” card.

Because you should be running, terrified and screaming, even with his ability active in your mind. Maybe he had used it too much? Yoongi recalled the one time he went overboard with his gift, driving a man to suicide as he focused too much on the meaning of life and the regretful things he had done. Immediately concerned, Yoongi reached out a mental tether- a rare talent amongst his kind- to gauge your stability.

What he found, instead, was a dark and curling line attaching to his, pulling it in as quickly as Yoongi offered it. Before he could reel back away from it, it was fully intertwined and pulling his line to attach to you, only to rear back and completely obliterate his senses when it entered his head.

No. No no no. It’s impossible.

Yoongi was moving forward and caging you against the bed at full speed before he could stop himself, nestling his body between your eagerly opening legs as a hiss escaped his lips. Immediately, he realized that he broke through your command unwavered. The thirst came back at full force when you moaned from the friction on your heat.

“You’re-“ He tested the sensation of true, sexual arousal with a slow grind of himself into you, gasping with a jerk of his dick when his action squeezed his member between his body and yours. “You’re my-“

You moaned again, sitting up slightly to try and capture his lips with your own, unable to control the desire that surmounted in your heart. When he resumed his look of shock, backing away from your advance so that he could look at where your bodies touched, you spoke through the heady emotion. “I’m your what?”

“It can’t be.” He whispered. After a single beat, he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours with a crushing pressure that split your lip instantly.

The pain seared across your bottom lip and distracted you for a moment, emitting a groan deep in your throat that he matched when the taste of your blood exploded onto his tastebuds. Instead of swallowing it like he wanted to, he brought a hand to your chin and opened your lips to spit your blood, along with his venom, back into your mouth so that it would take your pain away.

For a moment, you held the mix of liquids on your tongue, unsure of what to do as no one had ever spit in your mouth before. You looked up to him with confusion extremely evident in your arched brows.

“Swallow it.” He growled.

The taste of iron and an almost sugary sweet tang of saliva was too strong for you to keep sitting on your tongue, so you did as he told you to before he kissed you again to repeat the same action. Slowly, you got into the rhythm of swallowing what he gave you.

Before long, he simply gave you his tongue, allowing you to suck the saliva from his mouth greedily. You didn’t understand why, but the taste was addicting and adding to the pulsing feeling that radiated between your legs. Were you getting lightheaded? No. This sensation was much more blissful and exciting.

He pulled away after sucking on your wounded lip once more, spitting the mixture into your awaiting mouth for a final time before sitting up to look down at your body.

His venom was already taking effect. He could smell it on your skin as it flowed through your veins and filled your system just like a virus would. It would be simple to turn you at this point. You would be his for eternity, bonded to him in ways only the Fated One of a vampire would. Yoongi shook the thought from his head as he wasn’t even sure that you were, indeed, his.

“What am I to you?” You asked genuinely, swollen lip slightly obstructing your speech.

“Don’t worry about that right now, Y/N. Right now, I am going to fuck you, okay?” He met your gaze with his dark eyes filled with confidence, knowing that you would be unable to deny him if his belief was true.

“Yes. Yes, please Yoongi.” You breathed, begging him almost drunkenly. “Please. I’m yours.”

His mind was nudged forward by a different force this time, warranting unknown instincts to play into action.

He felt his center of gravity shift. His skin grew tight and uncomfortable around his body from the emotion that wished to burst through the surface. He breathed with you. Perfectly aligned were your rhythms; his heart soared alongside your own galloping one, desperate to match you in every aspect. The sensations in his body were difficult to ignore as he felt the ancient and sacred pull of a bond lacing itself through his limbs.

Instead of pondering over the reality of it any further, he slid his hand from your chin to your shirt and pinched the fabric between his fingers. You nodded in reassurance.

Your clothes tore form your body like paper. Wrapping his fingers around your arm to keep your body in place, Yoongi ripped your thin blouse from you easily. Your breasts, made plump by the bra you wore, caught his attention the moment they were revealed. Perfect.

Instead of looking like a moron seeing exquisite breasts for the first time, he moved his hand to your dress pants so that he could rid your body of them. In under ten seconds, Yoongi had you almost bare below him. Perfect.

Not even realizing it until you brought your thumb to his lips to swipe his shi from the corner of his mouth, Yoongi shook his head at the fact that the sight of you wriggling and bare-skinned beneath him made him literally drool, but his instincts went haywire when he watched you place your thumb in your mouth to suck his venom off yourself with a low moan of appreciation at the taste.

Yoongi’s hands couldn’t move faster as he tore the clothes from his body, stripping himself bare to reveal himself to you. He wanted to give you everything. To open his mind and spread everything out for you to see- he hoped you could handle it.

You, on the other hand, were laying below him with the desperate need to have him inside you.

You wanted him everywhere. You wanted him to sink himself into you- it seemed to be the only fathomable option. You wanted him to hold you and kiss you and surround you with everything him.

As you stared up at him with a needy look in your eyes, you couldn’t help but want him in every facet possible.

You saw yourself making love to him, holding him, kissing him- loving him. The new sensation brought on you by the psychic connection- that was all you could call it when you felt the mental attachment- brung passionate emotions through your body in an onslaught that you could barely handle. It was too much to deal with without him inside you to be with you through it yet you didn’t know if you could handle what would follow.

Yoongi could smell you through your panties; a delicious scent of the most raw tease he had ever allowed himself to indulge in. Unable to help himself, he moved down your body quickly, throwing your legs open- rather roughly- to give himself room to press his nose straight into your heat. Your aroma filled his nose as he expanded his lungs, triggering his natural instincts to push out his fangs and load his vision with blood to enhance it despite his eyes being closed. Fuck, he wanted to consume you.

You keened at the contact, closing your thighs around his head to trap him there. You felt his groan vibrate on you, driving you closer to the brink of insanity.

Without any further time wasted, he grabbed onto your panties and ripped them from you to expose your pulsating pussy to his mouth without moving his nose away from your intoxicating scent. Not a beat passed before he dug his tongue into you to scoop up your DNA-laced juices. Fuck.

Yoongi lost himself in you immediately. You whined out a small cry, unable to keep yourself from grabbing onto his hair and yanking when all you felt were his lips and tongue laving over your opening relentlessly. There was no skill nor technique in his movements; he was simply devouring you without a mind to pay attention to your bundle, yet you couldn’t stop the sensitivity from boggling your mind and driving you to an instant orgasm.

His hands squeezed your thighs around his head and, for a brief moment, he opened his eyes to look at you. The color of his eyes staring back at you was unexpected- a solid, snow white color filled his orbs and contrasted starkly with the red hue of his engorged veins and bloodshot scleras.

“Yoongi,” You whimpered from another swipe of his tongue and suck from his lips. “Y-Your eyes.”

He pulled away from you instantly at the comment, eyes widening and wet mouth hanging agape, while you let out a groan of relief- or sadness- at the lack of attention to your incredibly sensitive core.

“What color are they?” He asked.

“White.” You struggled to speak, voice cracking under the post-orgasm glow.

He took a moment to look down at your heaving body and messy pussy, jerking forward slightly at the sight of your delicious juice smeared all over your thighs. Once he had a handle on his thirst again, Yoongi met your eyes as the white faded from his irises. “Then you are her.”

“I’m who?” You reached for him, needing to hold him anywhere you could get your hands on. Yoongi caught this action immediately, the same desire to grasp you evident in his hand rushing to meet yours. It was natural to intertwine your fingers while he leaned over you to press his lips to yours in a short, uncharacteristically loving kiss.

“You are my Fated One- my mate. You hold my soul in the palm of your hand, as I do yours.” He murmured, feathering his lips over yours as he spoke.

Under normal circumstances, you don’t think you’d be able to comprehend his words with your current position with him. You were exposed to him and he was exposed to you, making you feel vulnerable and turned on beyond belief. Yoongi was reaching behind you to unclasp your bra while you took in what he had said. His thumb was brushing over your bare nipple before your bra even hit the floor.

“So-” You had to clear your throat again. “So you’re mine? Like, completely?”

He chuckled warmly at your question and you couldn’t stop yourself from reciprocating the smile.

“Yes, Y/N, I am yours.” He brought his hand down to grip your thigh and move it to the side. “I belong to you.”

Yoongi placed his dick against your folds and you watched him so do. You felt his tip capture onto your clit several times as he lathered it with your arousal languidly, preparing himself so that he could slide into you easier. “However,”

“However?” You looked up at him with a questioning look accentuated by your eyebrows.

“You are also mine.” Yoongi stopped his movement so that the head of his cock finally caught onto your opening, kickstarting your heart into a pace that you were afraid would kill you. “Do you understand that?”

He didn’t wait for you to answer.

Torturously, he began to push inside you. You widened your legs to accompany his approaching hips. As you warbled out a cry when he decided to drop his control and fill you completely in the next second, Yoongi began speaking again.

“Do you understand that everything about you,” He reared back and pushed inside you again, forcing your legs open to take him while he did so. “-is mine?”

You couldn’t respond. Your emotions were running rampant with your mind overflowing from too much stimuli while he fucked you. He spoke again without your reply and you could only pull him closer to you and take the feeling of his cock caressing your insides.

“Your lips,” Thrust. “your eyes,” Thrust. “your hair, your hands, your skin;” He punctuated each part of your body with a ram of his dick into you. “Everything, Y/N.”

Yoongi took a moment to look down at your joining bodies, smirking softly at the sight of how easily he slid inside. “-Especially this greedy little cunt of yours.”

You watched his smirk drop while he bit his lip and ground himself into you, lips parting again with a low moan whilst keeping his gaze transfixed on the sinful sight. You watched him in awe as his cock plunged so deep that it felt like it was in your throat.

He snapped his eyes to yours quickly, repeating his prior question. “Do you understand?”

Expecting to be interrupted by a thrust, you sucked your bottom lip in your mouth and braced yourself, only to be grabbed by the neck while he leaned down to bring you face-to-face. You could no longer breathe as he pulled his lips back to reveal his fangs. “I asked you if you understood, Y/N.”

With your airway restricted, you could only nod with your lip still stuck between your teeth. Did you taste blood? Promptly, you remembered that Yoongi busted your lip, yet you were confused as to why you hadn’t felt the pain of it since he first kissed you.

“And are you okay with that?” Yoongi began to nose his way down your neck once he turned your head to the side and slowed the rhythm of his hips. Right before you could answer, he released your neck to look at your face, allowing a large rush of air to enter your lungs just as you were attempting to give him an answer.

“Yes!” You released your lip to scream out at the welcome sensation of oxygen and the feel of his dick pushing it right back out of you. “I’m yours! Everything is yours!”

“Good, my love. Good.” He whispered, smiling down at you. His smile was wiped clean off his face in a heartbeat, his thrusts into you completely ceased, as he zeroed in on your lips. You licked them subconsciously, immediately tasting blood and internally cringing at the flavor of iron coating your tongue.

Yoongi attached his lips around your bottom one quickly and you felt him suck it into his mouth. Your walls squeezed tightly around his at the sensation of his tongue swiping over the spli in your engorged lip again and again. You knew that your lip would be swollen yet you couldn’t find yourself to care because it, surprisingly, didn’t hurt at all. The small bits of Yoongi’s saliva that slipped into your mouth were enough to keep you on edge, tasting like raw sugar at that point.

He began moving inside you again, starting a slow and steady pace. You whimpered into his mouth as he began taking his fill of your blood and you mirrored his thirst with the need to taste his mouth again. Your lips pressed closer to his in order to, hopefully, get a bit more of his spit.

You felt your orgasm building laggardly. It was creeping in at a speed that you were able to prepare yourself for your ascent towards ecstasy. You tightened your legs around his waist and dug your heels into the globes of his ass, pulling him in.

It wasn’t until you were bordering on your climax that Yoongi pulled away from your lip with your pop and sat up to focus on fucking you, his peace of mind obviously waning.

You saw it in his face; you saw the way he couldn’t control his veins from darkening his face; you saw the way his eyes burned white and the way he was attempting to hold himself back from attacking you.

So you did him a favor.

“Yoongi.” You mumbled past your swollen lip. “Bite me.”

Min Yoongi had no option but to obey your command.

He surged forward, pressing himself against your clit deliciously and bottoming out as he lunged for your neck with his fangs fully protruded and a warbled hiss scratching its way out of his throat. With barely enough time to prepare, you bared your neck to him once more and clutched onto his arms for dear life, hoping it wouldn’t hurt too bad.

What you weren’t expecting was for it to feel unreservedly good.

The sensation took you by surprise, warranting a loud moan to escape from your lips before you could stop it. Why did his fangs feel so good in your flesh? It should definitely be hurting. But all you could do was moan and whine like a madwoman as you felt his lips close over the puncture wounds and begin to drink your blood straight from your flesh. His tongue continuously swiped over the teeth marks in your neck, keeping them clear from your body’s natural ability to scar itself and begin blocking the escaping blood. Every lick he delivered sent a pulse straight to your clit and an automatic instinct to tighten yourself around him.

Your pussy quivered around him uncontrollably. You were so close to cumming that you could practically taste the release on your tongue. In the few moments that Yoongi took his sips from your body, his slow propulsions forward into you had become more rough and insistent- as if he was trying to split you in two. Even as you felt your life essence leave your body, you were being filled time and time again by his cock at a deep and passionate rhythm.

At the first sign of getting lightheaded from blood loss, you came- hard.

Your juices squirted around him every time he reared himself back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you craned your neck back into your very-bloody pillow. With no where to go, unable to still him with his supernatural strength, you were only able scream out his name.

His speed increased through your orgasm and your sweet exclamations of pure bliss drove Yoongi into a lunatic, freeing himself of control and using his uncanny speed to fuck into you. Your extremely drenched pussy, still convulsing around him was battered and raw, yet he could not find it in himself to care as he desperately surged into you over and over again so that he could fill you with the cum of several centuries. Picturing the image of your cunt spewing his release from it had him closing his jaws and pulling on your wounds harder to get more blood from you.

He knew that he couldn’t drain you. Hearing the pulse of your heart weaken slightly was enough to make him detach his teeth and lick over your wound so that his shi could assist it in healing- it would be completely sealed and unblemished in the next few hours. Instead of worrying too much about your neck, he reared back to look down at you again while he grabbed onto your hips with fervor.

You saw the drops of blood running down from Yoongi’s mouth and chin drip onto your breasts and stomach, creating an erotic and utterly unwholesome image of carnage and horror on your body, but you were unable to help yourself in feeling unsettlingly drawn to the wicked image. With a new flash of desire exploding through your body and reawakening your lust, you reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling him back down to trap him in your embrace.

The oversensitivity of your last orgasm was enough to send you hurtling to the edge of another orgasm- You just needed his fangs in you one more time. Silently begging for it, you kept your grip on his nape and softly nudged him back in the direction of your neck.

Yoongi was close. You could tell. But even past his stupor, he spoke.

“Y/N. I can’t. I took too much.” He almost whined with need, struggling to form words past his fangs.

“Just-“ Your body jolted wildly as he desperately tried to cum. “Just do it!”

Yoongi was able to deny your command, which he figured was due to not being a specific one, yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave it unanswered as his body built in preparation to release.

“I fucking can’t!” He was close to roaring at this point, gums aching to meet your flesh as he pressed his fangs into you and filled you with his essence. He wanted to so badly.

“Drink from me, dammit!” Your eyes were welling with tears of frustration, needing that small push from him to make you orgasm again- his dick hammering your cervix was too much to handle without that small bit of pain to ground you. And without hesitation nor the choice to deny you, he did.

Your orgasms were perfectly in sync as he placed his fangs back into your wounds, delicious blood spilling across his tongue once again. Liquid life. It was the perfect few words for how you tasted.

Your pussy ached with the force of how tight you squeezed around him and Yoongi groaned lowly against your neck as he pressed himself so tightly to you that you knew his hands would be leaving bruises on your hips and ass.

“Yoongi.” You sobbed as his cum filled you, pulsing spurt after warm spurt of the hot liquid onto your abused cervix. The thought of him taking your blood while he gave you his cum was too sinful for you to bear, an outburst of emotion causing you to chant his name over and over again. Never before in your life had you felt so complete and free.

You could feel your blood levels draining as you slowly came down from your climax, knowing that you would not be awake for much longer if he kept drinking.

“That’s enough.” You whispered tiredly, head becoming truly lightheaded. Yoongi, unable to rescind his teeth from your neck, kept drinking from you as the thirst and aggression of the first mating actuated his movements. “Yoongi.”

He tried to pull away- he really did- but the feeling of your blood coating his tastebuds was like finding a quarry in the middle of the Sahara Desert. He lacked the true thirst for humans for thousands of years- and now he was suffering the polydipsia for blood all over again.

“Yoongi, stop.” You commanded, testing your supposed ‘power.’

Yoongi ceased to drink from you yet his fangs were still embedded in your skin, vibrating with pleasure and need. As he stopped, he couldn’t help but whine and then growl savagely with want. The vibration of of his throaty sound in your flesh did things to your body. Unable to resist the temptation, your body clenched involuntarily around his softening cock.

Yoongi groaned again, retracting his fangs and face from your neck, and sat up once more to look at your body. With a slow hand, he stuck out his index and middle finger to smear the droplets of blood on your stomach in small circles aimlessly, picturing you as a canvas made just for him to ruin. “You’re quite the minx, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?” You giggled deliriously, needing sleep as soon as possible.

“I mean,” Yoongi reached down to smear a droplet of blood across your hip before digging his thumb and fingers into the bone and the flesh of your ass harshly. “Your cunt is playing games with me right now.”

“How so?” You tilted your head to the side in mock confusion.

The vampire pressed his lips into a thin line and sighed almost disdainfully. You gasped as you felt his dick jerk within you, filling to stiffness once more and awakening a new cloud of lust despite the exhaustion you felt. “Well, if you want to play clueless, you can play clueless. We have eternity to teach you how to not play games with me, my mate.”

For eternity? You kind of liked the sound of that.

~#~

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[mediadefined-blog]

The Last of Us (2013) & The Last of Us Part II (2020)

Director(s): Neil Druckmann, Anthony Newman, Kurt Margenau

From the moment The Last of Us made its first appearance, it took the world by storm. To me, these heart-wrenching, story-driven video games focus on the human condition: love and hate. In the first, we find two individuals who have been pulled together in a twisted turn of events, beginning with the discovery of a deep-hidden secret. After love and loss came within grasp, the second finds these two characters torn apart by an unexpected tragedy. When looking back on these, it is easy to see that while love is the main theme of the first, hate is the central focus of the second. Joel, a broken man whose heart was (figuratively and literally) ripped from his hands, meets Ellie, a stubborn and head-strong young woman, and his world is forcefully turned around. In the next, when these two characters meet Abby, one of the strongest women I’ve ever seen depicted in media, all their lives are completely and utterly shattered. These characters wholly change the trajectory of each other’s lives for better and for worse. Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention: all these Earth shattering events occur during the “zombie” apocalypse.

Nothing compares to the feelings I endured playing through these titles for the first time. Seeing these beautifully written, well thought out, heart-breaking and heart-warming characters come together and fall apart will forever envelop a section of my brain. While my first interaction with the first was through YouTube walkthroughs, when I finally played it for myself in 2017, it was like seeing these characters for the first time. Actively engaging as these characters’ love grew for each other, offset by the desolate, ruined city in the background was an eye-opening experience. Never before had I experienced such a gut-wrenching story while playing a video game. As the story progresses, their love grows for each other and soon, Joel is like a “segregate father” for Ellie. This beautiful transition from total strangers who almost can’t stand to be around each other, to a father-daughter dynamic is something I’ve seen many times but never experienced in the scope of a video game. By the end of their journey, Joel is ready to burn everything down in order to ensure Ellie’s safety... and he does just that.

After the soul-changing adventure of the first, I could not have been more excited for the second. In this, the game shifts perspective; rather than seeing the events unfold from Joel’s view, we get to see Ellie’s. This game introduces Abby, the deuteragonist. Interestingly enough, she is also the “antagonist.” The same could be said for Ellie. Once again, this game managed to absolutely blow my mind by doing something I had never quite seen before. See, Ellie and Abby are both the protagonists of their own stories, with the other being the antagonist in their respective views. Needless to say, despite having a sort of hatred for Abby because of my well-founded love for Ellie, I also made a deep connection with her. Because of this, by the end of the game I had my heart ripped from my chest. Never before had I experienced such a depression after finishing any sort of media. Seeing these two apocalyptic-level feminine forces coming face to face caused an immense stress in my life, which was only furthered by my hands being the controller of the inevitable outcome.

Having to undergo this change in theme is another reason why this duology has a permanent place in my heart. Love and hate are the two most powerful emotions, in my opinion. Having to see these beloved characters finally come together, just to see their worlds annihilated, was obviously traumatizing. Even with the pain, the second entry is my absolute favourite. The writing, directing, and acting is unparalleled in quality. These games further proved to me that art is not one-dimensional. Their story-driven, heartfelt and personal narratives were something I only expected to encounter in literature and film. To me, it’s incredibly motivating, as an inspiring creative myself, to see other creators making such affecting and emotional media that exposes the most valued human emotion—love—and the flaws that come with the feeling. 

—

Ellie: “To the edge of the universe and back. Endure and survive.”

[joelcrowley]

welcoming joel, the man who would sell each and every one of you to satan for a corn chip. trigger warnings: drug use, toxic relationship, alcoholism, violence.

basics

name: joel thomas crowley

nicknames: joe, joey, son of a bitch

birthday/age: 6th may, 1985, 04:01 / thirty-six

gender/pronouns: cis-male / he, him

sexuality: pansexual - though he wouldn’t label himself

zodiacs: taurus ☉ ; sagittarius ☽ ; pisces 🡕

occupation: unemployed. he boxes occasionally and picks up small jobs here and there. he isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty so hmu if u need a lil henchman.

hobbies: he has numerous toxic hobbies but he’s also a pianist and an avid gym-goer. 

neighbourhood: the docks.

length of time in crescent harbour: two years.

place of birth: liverpool, england.

height: 6′1″ (185cm)

moral alignment: chaotic evil.....rip

positive traits: charming, humorous, resilient, confident, quick-witted, passionate, persistent, creative.

negative traits: rebellious, deceitful, cruel, vengeful, cunning, antagonistic.

scent: bergamot, lavender, pepper, ambroxan.

background

born in liverpool to a large family, joel was the eldest brother. his family were impoverished and both parents were neglectful, so he found ways to survive. this first began as begging outside corner shops for food before he resorted to theft. he’d steal from his parents, from strangers, from those in his class. it soon became an act he did for a thrill as opposed to putting food in his mouth. he quickly learnt the importance of making friends and how these friends were all the more willing to offer a helping hand. 

whilst joel was a street-smart kid, he was only slightly above average for his studies and put very little of his time into revision. he much preferred going through the motion of things and didn’t dwell too much on school. though nothing exceptional, it still afforded him a decent college education and the opportunity to go to university. upon acceptance, he leaves his family at the drop of a hat and heads north to scotland.

he attends the university of edinburgh and studies law. unsurprisingly, he’s good at it in all the ways he’s good at lying. he’s well-liked by his peers, considered the life of the party and soon begins dabbling in the narcotics which surround his friend group. when he realises this could be his source of income, he turns a weekend hobby into a lifestyle. it exists as more of a rumour to those outside of his inner circle but he holds a reputation as the ‘go to’ within this group and it keeps him afloat. 

at this time, he meets charlotte at university. he appears as all the things which accumulate as a good partner; good grades, charming, a little unhinged but exciting to be around. though brief, this is the first moment in joel’s life where he considers the feelings of someone else. he falls for her slowly and then all at once.

outside of his relationships, he’s sporty - particularly in boxing - and as he improves, he gradually garners the attention of the wrong people. whilst this isn’t a moment in his life which requires sympathy, there is a cause for concern when he fits in as if his sharp edges were nothing more than a puzzle piece waiting to slot into place. he’s not the nice guy getting caught up. he belongs there. 

eventually, they recognise there could be some real money in these fights. however, the people that grow to learn this are not good people by any means. they’re money hungry, twisted, the kind who’d give you a black eye before they shake your hand. he’s not scared of them but he’s not foolish either. so, when they recognise his ‘talent’, they begin using him as a source of increasing their income and heavy money gets put into his fights. he makes more than his hands could ever hold.

with this tarnished wealth, he spends it in the most familiar fashion - recklessly. blow, alcohol, feeding all the toxic habits which both him and lotte possess. he wastes all of it to destroy the pair of them. they have a tumultuous and toxic relationship, no strangers to frequent affairs, which sends them to destinations he once only knew on the face of a map. when he proposes to her, it’s not some romantic affair over candlelight dinner and an orchestra. he wins an overtly tasteless diamond ring in a game of poker and in an intoxicated stupor he makes the decision to propose. she says yes, they fool themselves into a happiness that charlotte leaves soon after. abandoning him for a place he’d heard of only briefly.

unfortunately, this impetuous life he endures continues to dismantle when he loses a crucial boxing match. he ends up in severe debt and unable to pay it back. they break his bones, mottle his flesh black and blue and only when they threaten to drop him in the union canal do they stop. this is a cycle which repeats itself, growing closer to his penultimate finale in each scenario. until, he runs. using his educated background as a means to send himself all the way to CH to find the woman who had up and left him. 

some more notes

has a strong scouse accent 

has a degree but doesn’t desire to use it. picks up small jobs here and there instead.

loves classical music

probably won’t pay you back

hasn’t spoke to his family in many years

the human equivalent of a blocked sewage drain

wanted connections

flings - short-term or long-term. these interactions mean nothing to him so it’s unlikely you’ll get your next otp out of him (unless your otp is joel x prison). forgive me.

people he might do jobs for

a housemate he only intended on crashing with for a night

all the enemies/hateships - this can be for numerous reasons; you’re friends with charlotte, he undercut you when selling narcotics, he slept with your current or ex partner, he deceived you in some way, he did a job for a relative of yours and you disapprove.

a friend or two (or rather someone who tolerates him) - i need to strongly emphasise that if your character is friends with joel then he would sell them out without question if it suited him. 

[killer-rabbit-of-caerbannog]

Humans Are Weird: Human Interaction Edition

So, the humans are space orcs posts got me thinking. Now, most of the time, people are talking about either physical weirdness - hysterical strength, death planet worthy endurance, inconsistencies in reactions to injury - or they’re talking about how we interact with alien species.

What about how we interact with our own species? And not even like, the wars and shit in our history. Just day-to-day, how we treat the people in our lives.

~~~

Theole was quite well travelled, for a welond. He’d seen much of the universe, including quite a bit of the infamous humans.

He’d never seen something like this, though. A pair of humans had been wrestling with each other, seemingly trying to actually cause each other pain, when something else drew their attention.

A tanial had whistled, then shouted “man, you two humans are stupid as shit!” The tanial had then been made to run for his life from the humans in question.

When Theole next saw the pair, they had loose scales stuck to their clothes. He pretended not to notice, too afraid of the implications.

He approached the humans, hesitantly.

“Excuse me. I hope you will not be offended by this, but... you seemed to be quite intent on hurting each other until that tanial spoke up. May I inquire as to...” he trailed off, unsure how to even finish the question. Fortunately, the humans seemed to understand. They both laughed, and the older one answered.

“We’re brothers, man. Ain’t no one gets to hurt Sammy but me,” he said.

“And no one talks to Tommy like that, except me,” the younger added.

Theole decided then and there he’d had enough of travelling. He’d seen enough - it was time to go home and settle down, like a proper welond.

~~~

Meltora considered herself quite versed in human nature. The raki ship Angiol had been the humans’ First Contact, after all, and Meltora herself had been a member of the Angiol’s crew even then. In the decade since, Meltora had climbed the ranks, and was now the captain of the Angiol, with a mixed crew of raki and humans.

So she’d seen everything the humans had to offer. At least, she was pretty sure she had. But watching the conversation happening on the edge of the shuttle hangar, she suddenly wasn’t so sure.

It had started off innocently enough. The newest recruits from Earth had arrived, and Meltora had been greeting them in the hangar along with her first mate, Stephen Davis. One of the recruits was smaller than usual, but Meltora hadn’t thought anything of it. Humans were so varied in body type, after all.

But Stephen had been concerned. She could read it in his body language, the way he kept looking at the smaller recruit. He’d looked to her for permission, and she’d nodded. After all, her decade of experience living with humans was nothing on his four decades of being one.

He’d approached the small one, who’d been looking in another direction at the time. He cleared his throat to get the small one’s attention, and the small one - flinched?

“Name, age, and department, recruit,” Stephen ordered, and Meltora could tell he was putting conscious effort into keeping his face as blank as possible.

“Cassidy Evans, sir. Eighteen, engineering.” Stephen raised an eyebrow at the answer, for some reason.

“Tell me the truth. How old are you, really?” he asked again.

“I...” Evans trailed off, hesitating. Then, one of the other new recruits spoke up.

“Sir, if I may...” Stephen nodded to the interrupter.

“Brooke Nielson, sir. Thirty-four, medical. Cass is a friend of mine, I came along for them. They’re fifteen, sir.” Now Meltora was hesitant, too. Surely this recruit knew they weren’t supposed to join until they were legally of age?

“Really? Is that so?” Stephen turned back to Evans. “You look about twelve, to me. What are you doing here? United Earth Law states that,” but he didn’t get to finish.

“All due respect, sir, but we know what the law says,” Nielson interrupted. “Cass didn’t have a choice. Their parents...” Here she cut herself off, visibly taking a deep breath. Stephen’s face darkened, and he motioned for both recruits to follow him to a quieter corner where they could speak in relative privacy.

So Meltora continued the regular processing of the rest of the recruits, and only turned to look at that corner when she had a sufficient gap in duties.

She didn’t find out the final outcome until the bridge crew meeting later that afternoon.

“Anything unusual to report?” she asked the room. Stephen nodded and stood.

“I will be spending the foreseeable future pursuing legal action against Lucas and Victoria Evans for child abuse and neglect,” he stated simply. He ignored both the confusion from the raki and the disgruntled muttering from the humans.

“Child... abuse... and neglect...?” Meltora asked, hesitantly. Those words combined simply did not make sense in her mind. What did they have to do with each other? Stephen looked pained at the thought of having to explain.

“It’s when parents hurt their children. Abuse is when they take deliberate action to cause harm, and neglect is when they simply fail to provide what the children need in order to grow healthily,” he explained, keeping his wording as clinical as possible. Now the raki were hissing in horror.

“Human parents do that?” Detina, the chief engineer, demanded, their ears tucked close underneath their irritated-green feathers.

“Not all human parents, by any means.” Laquisha Warren, the chief medical officer, was quick to try and reassure her raki crewmates. “I’d like to say it’s even a minority.”

“I don’t understand. How does such a thing not destroy their biological drives for survival?” Yarona, the resident xenobiogist, asked. Her eyes were wide, and her feathers had shifted to nauseated-blue.

“I don’t understand it, myself, but some humans just... don’t see why they should care about the wellebeing of their children. Lord knows, if anyone ever hurt my Deshawn...” Laquisha trailed off, shaking her head.

“In any case,” Stephen spoke quickly, “Expect for some of my time each day to be devoted to legal correspendonces with the authorities on Earth. I’d like to ask the captain to use her authority to temporarily place Cassidy Evans under the guardianship of Brooke Nielson, for the duration of the proceedings.” Meltora quickly nodded.

“If you believe that is the best solution for now, I will trust your judgement. I hereby place Cassidy Evans under the guardianship of Brooke Nielson until such time as the legal proceedings concerning Lucas Evans and Victoria Evans are concluded.”

~~~

Yeah that’s all I got, but if anyone wants to add on to this, feel free!

[cure-for-mankind-lou]

900 Followers!

Hhhhh how did I get here? Where did you all come from?  Hi, I guess. Welcome to my blog. I’m Ellie. Thanks for following me.  I make posts like this every so often to greet new followers and let them know a little bit about me, and this blog.  As I said, my name is Ellie, and this is a strictly Last of Us hyperfixation blog. This game means a lot to me, and I made this blog with the intention to use it to funnel my energy somewhere so I don’t annoy all of my real life friends. Its mostly reblogs, but every so often I’ll sprinkle in a personal post (Which I wanna try and do more frequently, I guess to make the blog a little more personal?)  First and foremost this blog is for me, and is a place for me to dump my thoughts and feelings and passion about TLoU, its world, and its characters. I’m not super great at interacting with others on here, so apologies in advanced.  Anyway- idk how y’all got here, but thank you again for following. Hope you enjoy your stay.  To the edge of the universe and back; endure and survive -Ellie

[thefatalmarksman]

Darkness of the Dawn

[[ aka, borderlands au luxu/xigbar’s tragic origin story, aka luxu/xigbar is never allowed to have a backstory without a shitton of baggage that goes with it and also i basically replaced the watcher’s role with luxu because they didn’t do more with them and because i can :))) ]]

~~~

“Luxu---I am going to tell you a secret I have never told anyone else.”

His Master’s voice abruptly cut through the white noise, breaking the reverie that had settled over the picturesque scene. For all Luxu could tell of the unaccounted-for passage of time, the two of them could have been standing there for a few minutes---to even a few hours. And for Luxu, he would have gladly stood there for days upon days for his Master to address him---just waiting for his Master’s initiation of the dialogue, admiring the placid blue lake-view sprawled out before them, dappled in a radiant ocher sunset, in never-ending contented patience.

“And you must never tell anyone else---understand?”

The graveness of his Master’s tone was most perturbing, for the wise Eridian Sage was known for his predominantly teasing, playful attitude, almost edging on manic behavior on occasion. So when he slipped into these serious phases---showed that side of him that truly marked his position as a wise scholar, a philosophical authority, and nearly-omniscient oracle that had written out the mysterious Book of Prophecies---that was the cue to hush, and listen.

And as such, upon this turn of attitude, Luxu’s response wavered slightly in tone, “Y---Yes,” then, more convincing once he’d gotten proper control of his throat, “of course, Master. You can trust me entirely.”

Thus, his Master began his slow pacing, all along the steep cliff side overlooking the expanse of crystalline water, and Luxu---ever-compliant---followed along as he spoke:

“It is time you knew the truth. Things are going to be... changing, Luxu. Very soon. Sooner than is probably pleasant,” and his meandering was slow, hands clasped behind his back, a movement back-and-forth so close the edge it made Luxu anxious. “And as my most trusted Apprentice, you will be a key figure in ensuring that everything---everything, everything---goes exactly as it must.”

Luxu had already been unnerved by his Master’s pacing, but at this revelation, could feel his gut clench anew, like he had swallowed a large stone---nervousness overtaking him in a fresh wave. Such an intense proclamation of responsibility---and Luxu, barely out of his youngling phase, still so uncertain of the universe around him, having primarily lived vicariously through texts his Master provided him and meager interactions with what little of the population that chose to speak to him, instead of absorbing any extensive real-world experience.

When his Master paused, Luxu took this as his turn to interject, drawing closer, until he was within arms’ distance---and yet, at this moment, feeling so much further away, “So... what is going to happen, and---what must I do?”

His Master suddenly stopped his movements, facing towards the lake, disappearing far into the horizon, towards the distant mist that glowed burning orange in otherworldly vibrancy---as though the water had been set aflame as the sun appeared to sink deeper into it. Luxu only wished that he could see his Master’s expression---beyond the hood that covered his head, beyond the mask that covered his face. Never before had he seen what lay underneath, and now, more than ever, he wished for just a glimpse---perhaps just a single glance at his visage would dispel the yearning for respite from this terrible conversation.

“...Luxu,” the name from his Master weighted with foreboding, “...soon enough, this place, this planet---this, what we have made our first home, in the hopes of expanding our progeny---will one day have a second name. Future generations of future species will concoct a translation, one name that they will misinterpret as another in their language, its true meaning lost to them:

“Nekrotafeyo.”

As the word came out of his Master’s mouth, Luxu felt an increasing trepidation, and---despite his hesitation---asked, “And it... means?”

“...Graveyard.”

Luxu grew silent, then his Master clinched in place his awful point, “Yes---all of this---everything we know, that lay out before us, everything that we’ve built---will come to its end, left as nothing but a wasteland filled with crumbling ruins.”

Turning his back away from the scenery upon which he had been staring so fondly---the resplendent, enthralling brilliant dusk, smoldering into a purplish hue, as though denying the comfort of the sight in light of this news, in order to linger on the impending tragedy---Luxu raised his gaze upwards, towards the towers that reached into the sky, extending proud and tall like the arms of his Master’s followers at a sermon in the throes of holy reverence. To think---soon, as his Master had described so vaguely---these monuments---testaments to their proud civilization, their masterful craft in establishing their dominance over the universe, the loudest statement possible of ‘we exist!’---would soon be nothing more than... tombstones.

“However... this is where you come in, Luxu.”

He had been silent in his approach, and Luxu felt the long-fingered hand of his Master land on his shoulder---a gesture meant to be of comfort, and yet the Apprentice could only feel it minimally, its warmth at the very edge of his mental awareness.

“Luxu---you will survive. You will live on.”

At these words, Luxu knew he should feel some semblance of relief---that he would avoid such a catastrophic fate that the remainder of the Eridians were doomed to suffer---and yet, he was just cognizant enough, just keen enough, to know that there was a price to this fact. That, as he felt his slight shoulders shrug in discomfort---his Master’s touch suddenly becoming far more intrusive as all of this sunk in---there was more harrowing information to come.

“...Just me? Even you... even you will be gone?”

A soft response, the barest flicker of sympathy, “Every single Eridian, yes---even me.”

Another ensuing silence, and Luxu could feel the weight of everything---everything, everything---toppling down on him. A black hole inside, sucking out every light of hopefulness he had ever felt. Every single moment, culminating to this very one---so very bleak, so very wretched.

“But,” his Master went on, and finally the unintentionally cruel presence of his hand was lifted, “the good news is that, one day, you will see my return. I will come for you---at least, after some time has passed.”

With a palpable disquiet, “...How long?”

There came a breath from behind the mask, and Luxu watched the movement of his Master’s form---wanted to picture behind the porcelain veil some sort of commiseration, some condolence as the time mounted between the question and the answer.

Pleading for the truth now, “How long?”

“Just---” and, suddenly, his Master’s voice upturned in mood, “well, just think of this as a vacation! An extended one, filled with lots of adventure! Lots of sight-seeing!”

Usually, such an abrupt, jovial switch in his Master’s tone was a signal for relief---that all worries should melt and be replaced with utmost optimism---but in this case, it only worsened the sinking feeling. The dread. The fear. The heartache, even. Perhaps it was selfish, but the main source of his pain now---even more acute than the concept of the death of the entire planet---was that he would be separated from his Master. He had never known a life without him---and now, in a matter of several minutes of conversation, all of his preconceived notions of safety and protection had been entirely stripped away from him.

“...So, what do I do now?”

A brief, yet brutal pause, then, “You will have to be...” another pause, to search for the right term, “...rebuilt, in order to endure what is to come. You will need the physical means to carry on through the ensuing generations, because as it is, your body is too frail to stand the test of time that is before you,” and again, that hand on his shoulder, increasing that throbbing emptiness in Luxu’s chest.

“I promise you, the pain will not last long.”

~~~

His Master had been wrong about the pain.

Very wrong.

~~~

“You know of the Sirens, correct?”

The voice of his Master was distant now---an echo, at this juncture. Mental movement between points in time often felt like a dream---an absence of thought, and suddenly, he was somewhere else. Right now, it appeared he was in some sort of stony, high-ceilinged chamber, illuminated by a series of red lights, and appeared to still be under some sort of construction. He could not conceive its purpose---nor was the notion at the forefront of his mind. 

“I know thus far you have not gotten the chance to meet any of them---the one living here included---but believe me, you are going to meet many more of them on your journey. Though we have surveyed that only a set amount can exist at a single time---” then, a tilt of his Master’s head, “---there... will be exceptions to this. As you know, there always are to the norm,” then a broad gesture towards Luxu. “Somewhat like you!”

Luxu did not respond to the joke at his expense, whether or not it was meant to console him. Instead, his ruminations swam through him like agitated anglers---how long had he been like this---hurting like this? The rending agony still remained from the procedure---still fresh, still sharp---within his newly-constructed joints, down into his heftily-reinforced bones, and through his now-heightened, sensitive nerve-endings.

And how long must he suffer the harsh stares when traversing within public spaces? Younglings told to avert their eyes, gazes filled with ever-tensing apprehension as he passed them by---and, at times, bordering on complete disdain at his... unseemly appearance. A disgraceful mishmashed monstrosity of two different entities---Guardian and Eridian---deigned to be neither by their standards. 

Even before this, as an Apprentice to his Master, he had not properly belonged---and now, the stigma had only increased, this time in contempt.

He was a freak.

And when Luxu said nothing, his Master continued, “Well, any-way. Your main job is going to be keeping an eye---” this word especially emphasized, Luxu noted, “---on the various goings-on of the universe---and we will get to that bit soon enough, most assuredly---but another thing you are going to have to do is watch these particular individuals. And even when you think you should interfere, do not. If you do, it could create paradoxes of untold consequences.

“The only time you may ever act is when you know you can act---and you shall know what that means soon enough. But otherwise, everything must unfold as foretold---that is, first and foremost, your Role.”

Still, Luxu’s mouth did not move---made not a single sound---and still his Master went on, “Thankfully, the way your body has been---altered, it will not only extend your lifespan significantly, but it will be what protects you from any supernatural powers the Sirens have. And believe me, you are going to be quite thankful for that. Because trust me, you are going to be in for some... close encounters.”

At long last, Luxu replied, “...Okay.”

“Just...” his Master’s slow approach, a hand on his shoulder---the renewed return of Luxu’s despair, “be ready for the next phase. You will be meeting your first Siren soon enough---and I must prepare you for it. After that... unfortunately, you will have to go alone from here on out.”

~~~

His Master had been correct.

He was prepared. And he was alone.

Above what would be known as the now-completed Pyre of Stars---at least, what his Master told him it would be known as some time in the future, yet again unspecified---he watched the Siren called “Nyriad” with the new Gazing Eye he had been given, replacing what had once been his own right eye. He clutched within the talons of one deformed hand the ultra-weapon that he referred to as “No Name,”---and at his side, hanging from his other claw, the Black Box, heavy with its unbreakable locks and containing a Secret to which only he and his Master were privy.

These were to be considered, he supposed rather bitterly, parting gifts from his Master---and the application of Eye the last testament to the fact that what pain he thought was the maximum of what he could endure... was not.

As he stood witness to the disappearance of what could have once been considered his entire species, his position at the pinnacle of the temple’s arch leading out towards a field of diminishing starlight---captivated by Fate until it appeared every single one of the Eridians had been rendered into nothing but their bloody essence to feed the Eldritch being that was then sealed away---she saw him. 

And yet, as he returned her stare---gazed into such stunningly blue eyes---he found himself... feeling nothing. Where once there was empathy, there was apathy---where once was a concern to be loved and to belong, there was complete and utter detachment. Cruelly forced upon him---perhaps, he had pondered, for the better.

Therefore, as she surveyed him surveying her, he did nothing.

For from now until the end of the unknown, he had accepted that this would be his all-consuming Role, at the behest of his absent Master---the Fate to which he would have to adhere himself:

Waiting.

Watching.

Dawn was approaching, and in the wake of the genocide, he turned his back on the first Siren he had ever met, and, dragging the Black Box behind him with No Name in tow, tread heavily on towards the rising sun---and to wherever else his feet were destined to take him.

[godandsophia]

     THE YHVH Group dot net CHAIRMAN/PRESIDENT YHVH ANNOUNCES THAT A SON HAS RISEN ON EASTER MONDAY I GIVE HIM TO YOU FOR A 1000 YEAR REIGN AS EMPEROR of the HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE RULERS OF EARTH/UNIVERSE HIS NAME SHALL BE "YEHOSHUA HA MASHIACH" KING OF KINGS LORD OF LORDS EMPEROR OF EMPERORS SULTAN OF SULTANS HIS NAME MEANS "KING YEHOVAH'S SALVATION" YAHWEH YEHOVAH/YESHUA THE MESSIAH YOD HEY VAV HEY. YEHOSHUA UPHOLDS THE LAW. YESHUA IS YHVH'S SPECIAL PROPHET SPEAKING WHAT THE FATHER TAUGHT HIM YHVH IN EVERY WAY. HE IS YOUR ONLY TEACHER. YHVH SAYS "DO NOT MAKE MY NAME YHVH INTO NOTHING". "DON'T TAKE THE NAME OF THE LORD YOUR GOD IN VAIN". LORD MEANS BAAL NB Pastors, Priests, Rabbis & Self Appointed Shepherds; 'USE IT OR LOSE IT' ~ 'REPENT'. YWVH I BLESS THOSE WHO USE MY NAME. LOVE ENDURES FOREVER BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS BE. AND I GIVE MY CHILDREN ETERNAL LIFE TO. Halle Lu YAH YHVH. Beyond the cutting-edge mark yourselves AWARE ~ THE SHIFT ~IN CONSCIOUSNESS YOU WILL AWAKEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND TO KNOW YHVH AND YEHOSHUA AS YESHUA. FORGIVE AND PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER.

YHVH'S WILL BE DONE YHVH'S KINGDOM COME: The Father's House is a House of Prayer. Follow JESUS whose earth id is JOHN STEPHEN RUMARY Dip (Oxon) WHO TODAY LAUNCHES THE MEZZANINE MINISTRY OF JESUS CHRIST GOFUNDME PROGRAM UNDER CATEGORY; MISSIONS, FAITH & CHURCH.

JESUS ~ HUMANITY IS READY FOR CHANGE

Published on 30 Oct 2016

Humanity’s awakening process is further intensifying, as you may well have noticed. The need to awaken is emerging into the collective human awareness as the pain and suffering of the illusion, the dream or nightmare in which it seems you presently have your existence, becomes increasingly unacceptable. Violent and frequent conflicts and disagreements at every level of society in every nation and culture are leading to exhaustion and a deep-seated desire for peace. Those who have been in control for so long are in disarray as the power they thought they had and owned dissolves leaving them confused and terrified. The nightmare that so many on Earth have been experiencing is drawing to a close as an era of peace, harmony, and creative cooperation flows in to replace it. It will be a new and gentle era, very different from the one to which you have for so long been accustomed, as people come together to join in love and completely change the way society has been interacting for eons. Housing the homeless and feeding the hungry is the first priority, then, all across the planet, work will commence to repair the damage that large international corporations have done by mining, drilling, logging, dumping toxic wastes, and by industrial scale farming using utterly inappropriate pesticides and fertilizers. Humanity is ready for change! And massive changes are occurring that will completely alter the way humans interact with one another and with the planet, your earthly home. Your true nature is Love, you know that, but you chose collectively to hide your true nature from yourselves in order to play the game of separation in the illusion, but the many games you could choose from were only possible if you actively and very effectively forgot who you were. You made that choice, and then renewed it each time you chose to incarnate as a human on your beautiful planet. Having forgotten who you were, you became alarmed – many of you today have memory problems as humans and find this at the least unsettling and, sometimes, even terrifying – and feared for your very survival. You developed an ego to advise and protect you from the dangers you imagined surrounded you and programmed it to be fearful and mistrustful of others and of the world in general. And this general lack of trust led to secrecy, betrayal and conflict, conditions that are now endemic throughout the human collective, and to most the states of constant caution that have arisen as a direct result seem wise and sensible when you live in such an apparently dangerous environment. However, the dangers of your environment are but scenarios that you invented to make your games interesting, and you can remove them at any time you choose to do so. You are all beings of enormous power, in fact in the terms of your limited human environment, your powers, were you aware of them, would seem infinite. You change the environment in which you experience life and you change the experiences presented to you by the intent that you hold. Your intent is what you generally think about or dwell upon, but frequently it is at a level below your conscious human awareness because it is so constant and unchanging, mostly guided by an underlying sense of fear. It is a little like the electricity that flows in your homes and powers the appliances, you are generally unaware of it – although you use it almost constantly – until it fails. ... through John Smallman https://johnsmallman2.wordpress.com/

 The above piece is why I need to raise some money as awakening means you know you have been enslaved by your shadow government but you knew (the faithful) as you are the majority on earth that there was always going to be one man who would stand up to the cabal of government leaders, kings, tyrants and despots telling them what’s what e.g. QUERCETIN AND VITAMIN D. #QUERCETINCURE. The cabal who pay #Big Pharma $trillions and they can’t cure one thing only vaccinate and prolong life not save it as inorganic medicine won’t cure organic beings in alchemy disaster for the human race. Forewarned is Forearmed I say Stoically and I come armed against the futility of the toxic waste dump vaccination that is surely coming to disable humankind as in do the NHS remember ‘the flu jab’? I intend to benefit mankind with my healing powers of faith.

The funds will go towards equipping an office and I need them like yesterday as #Covid19 becomes #Covid666 next years worse New World Orders human offering to break the human spirit in spiritual wars are ‘us’ + new vaccine poisoning are ‘them’. Wake up and smell the Columbian arabica roasted bean coffee from your barista representative at your government you are but sheep awaiting the Nazarene at home praying I hear not watching the Hollywood mass panic and fear media where 6 giant corporations’ control 90% of the media same old story. The support I trust I will receive will make me more useful than emailing my MP and local hospital trust chief executive the #Covid19 #Coronavirus cure as it is not needed they have the vaccine program to fund pre the total economic collapse of the western economy and your striping of assets thinking all along ‘when things get back to normal’. They won’t for you will wake up first quickly if I get the funding, I ask for please, thank you. For any questions you have please email me on jesuskatyperry@gmail.com

YEHOSHUA HA-MASHIACH

A reborn reincarnated JESUS CHRIST is asking you to #GoFundMe click or copy n paste into your browser and please share, thank you:-

https://www.gofundme.com/f/5nvvm-mezzanine-ministry-of-jesus-christ?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1

[1111twinflames]

Twin Flames (Should we tell them?)

     THE YHVH Group dot net CHAIRMAN/PRESIDENT YHVH ANNOUNCES THAT A SON HAS RISEN ON EASTER MONDAY I GIVE HIM TO YOU FOR A 1000 YEAR REIGN AS EMPEROR of the HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE RULERS OF EARTH/UNIVERSE HIS NAME SHALL BE "YEHOSHUA HA MASHIACH" KING OF KINGS LORD OF LORDS EMPEROR OF EMPERORS SULTAN OF SULTANS HIS NAME MEANS "KING YEHOVAH'S SALVATION" YAHWEH YEHOVAH/YESHUA THE MESSIAH YOD HEY VAV HEY. YEHOSHUA UPHOLDS THE LAW. YESHUA IS YHVH'S SPECIAL PROPHET SPEAKING WHAT THE FATHER TAUGHT HIM YHVH IN EVERY WAY. HE IS YOUR ONLY TEACHER. YHVH SAYS "DO NOT MAKE MY NAME YHVH INTO NOTHING". "DON'T TAKE THE NAME OF THE LORD YOUR GOD IN VAIN". LORD MEANS BAAL NB Pastors, Priests, Rabbis & Self Appointed Shepherds; 'USE IT OR LOSE IT' ~ 'REPENT'. YWVH I BLESS THOSE WHO USE MY NAME. LOVE ENDURES FOREVER BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS BE. AND I GIVE MY CHILDREN ETERNAL LIFE TO. Halle Lu YAH YHVH. Beyond the cutting-edge mark yourselves AWARE ~ THE SHIFT ~IN CONSCIOUSNESS YOU WILL AWAKEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND TO KNOW YHVH AND YEHOSHUA AS YESHUA. FORGIVE AND PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER.

YHVH'S WILL BE DONE YHVH'S KINGDOM COME: The Father's House is a House of Prayer. Follow JESUS whose earth id is JOHN STEPHEN RUMARY Dip (Oxon) WHO TODAY LAUNCHES THE MEZZANINE MINISTRY OF JESUS CHRIST GOFUNDME PROGRAM UNDER CATEGORY; MISSIONS, FAITH & CHURCH.

JESUS ~ HUMANITY IS READY FOR CHANGE

Published on 30 Oct 2016

Humanity’s awakening process is further intensifying, as you may well have noticed. The need to awaken is emerging into the collective human awareness as the pain and suffering of the illusion, the dream or nightmare in which it seems you presently have your existence, becomes increasingly unacceptable. Violent and frequent conflicts and disagreements at every level of society in every nation and culture are leading to exhaustion and a deep-seated desire for peace. Those who have been in control for so long are in disarray as the power they thought they had and owned dissolves leaving them confused and terrified. The nightmare that so many on Earth have been experiencing is drawing to a close as an era of peace, harmony, and creative cooperation flows in to replace it. It will be a new and gentle era, very different from the one to which you have for so long been accustomed, as people come together to join in love and completely change the way society has been interacting for eons. Housing the homeless and feeding the hungry is the first priority, then, all across the planet, work will commence to repair the damage that large international corporations have done by mining, drilling, logging, dumping toxic wastes, and by industrial scale farming using utterly inappropriate pesticides and fertilizers. Humanity is ready for change! And massive changes are occurring that will completely alter the way humans interact with one another and with the planet, your earthly home. Your true nature is Love, you know that, but you chose collectively to hide your true nature from yourselves in order to play the game of separation in the illusion, but the many games you could choose from were only possible if you actively and very effectively forgot who you were. You made that choice, and then renewed it each time you chose to incarnate as a human on your beautiful planet. Having forgotten who you were, you became alarmed – many of you today have memory problems as humans and find this at the least unsettling and, sometimes, even terrifying – and feared for your very survival. You developed an ego to advise and protect you from the dangers you imagined surrounded you and programmed it to be fearful and mistrustful of others and of the world in general. And this general lack of trust led to secrecy, betrayal and conflict, conditions that are now endemic throughout the human collective, and to most the states of constant caution that have arisen as a direct result seem wise and sensible when you live in such an apparently dangerous environment. However, the dangers of your environment are but scenarios that you invented to make your games interesting, and you can remove them at any time you choose to do so. You are all beings of enormous power, in fact in the terms of your limited human environment, your powers, were you aware of them, would seem infinite. You change the environment in which you experience life and you change the experiences presented to you by the intent that you hold. Your intent is what you generally think about or dwell upon, but frequently it is at a level below your conscious human awareness because it is so constant and unchanging, mostly guided by an underlying sense of fear. It is a little like the electricity that flows in your homes and powers the appliances, you are generally unaware of it – although you use it almost constantly – until it fails. ... through John Smallman https://johnsmallman2.wordpress.com/

 The above piece is why I need to raise some money as awakening means you know you have been enslaved by your shadow government but you knew (the faithful) as you are the majority on earth that there was always going to be one man who would stand up to the cabal of government leaders, kings, tyrants and despots telling them what’s what e.g. QUERCETIN AND VITAMIN D. #QUERCETINCURE. The cabal who pay #Big Pharma $trillions and they can’t cure one thing only vaccinate and prolong life not save it as inorganic medicine won’t cure organic beings in alchemy disaster for the human race. Forewarned is Forearmed I say Stoically and I come armed against the futility of the toxic waste dump vaccination that is surely coming to disable humankind as in do the NHS remember ‘the flu jab’? I intend to benefit mankind with my healing powers of faith.

The funds will go towards equipping an office and I need them like yesterday as #Covid19 becomes #Covid666 next years worse New World Orders human offering to break the human spirit in spiritual wars are ‘us’ + new vaccine poisoning are ‘them’. Wake up and smell the Columbian arabica roasted bean coffee from your barista representative at your government you are but sheep awaiting the Nazarene at home praying I hear not watching the Hollywood mass panic and fear media where 6 giant corporations’ control 90% of the media same old story. The support I trust I will receive will make me more useful than emailing my MP and local hospital trust chief executive the #Covid19 #Coronavirus cure as it is not needed they have the vaccine program to fund pre the total economic collapse of the western economy and your striping of assets thinking all along ‘when things get back to normal’. They won’t for you will wake up first quickly if I get the funding, I ask for please, thank you. For any questions you have please email me on jesuskatyperry@gmail.com

YEHOSHUA HA-MASHIACH

A reborn reincarnated JESUS CHRIST is asking you to #GoFundMe click or copy n paste into your browser and please share, thank you:-

https://www.gofundme.com/f/5nvvm-mezzanine-ministry-of-jesus-christ?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1 @1111jesusandmarytwinflames​ @1111twinflames​ @apolloandkaty1111​

[zeusdemetertwinflames]

     THE YHVH Group dot net CHAIRMAN/PRESIDENT YHVH ANNOUNCES THAT A SON HAS RISEN ON EASTER MONDAY I GIVE HIM TO YOU FOR A 1000 YEAR REIGN AS EMPEROR of the HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE RULERS OF EARTH/UNIVERSE HIS NAME SHALL BE "YEHOSHUA HA MASHIACH" KING OF KINGS LORD OF LORDS EMPEROR OF EMPERORS SULTAN OF SULTANS HIS NAME MEANS "KING YEHOVAH'S SALVATION" YAHWEH YEHOVAH/YESHUA THE MESSIAH YOD HEY VAV HEY. YEHOSHUA UPHOLDS THE LAW. YESHUA IS YHVH'S SPECIAL PROPHET SPEAKING WHAT THE FATHER TAUGHT HIM YHVH IN EVERY WAY. HE IS YOUR ONLY TEACHER. YHVH SAYS "DO NOT MAKE MY NAME YHVH INTO NOTHING". "DON'T TAKE THE NAME OF THE LORD YOUR GOD IN VAIN". LORD MEANS BAAL NB Pastors, Priests, Rabbis & Self Appointed Shepherds; 'USE IT OR LOSE IT' ~ 'REPENT'. YWVH I BLESS THOSE WHO USE MY NAME. LOVE ENDURES FOREVER BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS BE. AND I GIVE MY CHILDREN ETERNAL LIFE TO. Halle Lu YAH YHVH. Beyond the cutting-edge mark yourselves AWARE ~ THE SHIFT ~IN CONSCIOUSNESS YOU WILL AWAKEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND TO KNOW YHVH AND YEHOSHUA AS YESHUA. FORGIVE AND PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER.

YHVH'S WILL BE DONE YHVH'S KINGDOM COME: The Father's House is a House of Prayer. Follow JESUS whose earth id is JOHN STEPHEN RUMARY Dip (Oxon) WHO TODAY LAUNCHES THE MEZZANINE MINISTRY OF JESUS CHRIST GOFUNDME PROGRAM UNDER CATEGORY; MISSIONS, FAITH & CHURCH.

JESUS ~ HUMANITY IS READY FOR CHANGE

Published on 30 Oct 2016

Humanity’s awakening process is further intensifying, as you may well have noticed. The need to awaken is emerging into the collective human awareness as the pain and suffering of the illusion, the dream or nightmare in which it seems you presently have your existence, becomes increasingly unacceptable. Violent and frequent conflicts and disagreements at every level of society in every nation and culture are leading to exhaustion and a deep-seated desire for peace. Those who have been in control for so long are in disarray as the power they thought they had and owned dissolves leaving them confused and terrified. The nightmare that so many on Earth have been experiencing is drawing to a close as an era of peace, harmony, and creative cooperation flows in to replace it. It will be a new and gentle era, very different from the one to which you have for so long been accustomed, as people come together to join in love and completely change the way society has been interacting for eons. Housing the homeless and feeding the hungry is the first priority, then, all across the planet, work will commence to repair the damage that large international corporations have done by mining, drilling, logging, dumping toxic wastes, and by industrial scale farming using utterly inappropriate pesticides and fertilizers. Humanity is ready for change! And massive changes are occurring that will completely alter the way humans interact with one another and with the planet, your earthly home. Your true nature is Love, you know that, but you chose collectively to hide your true nature from yourselves in order to play the game of separation in the illusion, but the many games you could choose from were only possible if you actively and very effectively forgot who you were. You made that choice, and then renewed it each time you chose to incarnate as a human on your beautiful planet. Having forgotten who you were, you became alarmed – many of you today have memory problems as humans and find this at the least unsettling and, sometimes, even terrifying – and feared for your very survival. You developed an ego to advise and protect you from the dangers you imagined surrounded you and programmed it to be fearful and mistrustful of others and of the world in general. And this general lack of trust led to secrecy, betrayal and conflict, conditions that are now endemic throughout the human collective, and to most the states of constant caution that have arisen as a direct result seem wise and sensible when you live in such an apparently dangerous environment. However, the dangers of your environment are but scenarios that you invented to make your games interesting, and you can remove them at any time you choose to do so. You are all beings of enormous power, in fact in the terms of your limited human environment, your powers, were you aware of them, would seem infinite. You change the environment in which you experience life and you change the experiences presented to you by the intent that you hold. Your intent is what you generally think about or dwell upon, but frequently it is at a level below your conscious human awareness because it is so constant and unchanging, mostly guided by an underlying sense of fear. It is a little like the electricity that flows in your homes and powers the appliances, you are generally unaware of it – although you use it almost constantly – until it fails. ... through John Smallman https://johnsmallman2.wordpress.com/

 The above piece is why I need to raise some money as awakening means you know you have been enslaved by your shadow government but you knew (the faithful) as you are the majority on earth that there was always going to be one man who would stand up to the cabal of government leaders, kings, tyrants and despots telling them what’s what e.g. QUERCETIN AND VITAMIN D. #QUERCETINCURE. The cabal who pay #Big Pharma $trillions and they can’t cure one thing only vaccinate and prolong life not save it as inorganic medicine won’t cure organic beings in alchemy disaster for the human race. Forewarned is Forearmed I say Stoically and I come armed against the futility of the toxic waste dump vaccination that is surely coming to disable humankind as in do the NHS remember ‘the flu jab’? I intend to benefit mankind with my healing powers of faith.

The funds will go towards equipping an office and I need them like yesterday as #Covid19 becomes #Covid666 next years worse New World Orders human offering to break the human spirit in spiritual wars are ‘us’ + new vaccine poisoning are ‘them’. Wake up and smell the Columbian arabica roasted bean coffee from your barista representative at your government you are but sheep awaiting the Nazarene at home praying I hear not watching the Hollywood mass panic and fear media where 6 giant corporations’ control 90% of the media same old story. The support I trust I will receive will make me more useful than emailing my MP and local hospital trust chief executive the #Covid19 #Coronavirus cure as it is not needed they have the vaccine program to fund pre the total economic collapse of the western economy and your striping of assets thinking all along ‘when things get back to normal’. They won’t for you will wake up first quickly if I get the funding, I ask for please, thank you. For any questions you have please email me on jesuskatyperry@gmail.com

YEHOSHUA HA-MASHIACH

A reborn reincarnated JESUS CHRIST is asking you to #GoFundMe click or copy n paste into your browser and please share, thank you:-

https://www.gofundme.com/f/5nvvm-mezzanine-ministry-of-jesus-christ?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1 @1111jesusandmarytwinflames​ @1111twinflames​ @katyperryblog​ @katherynhudsongifs​

[notiinfected]

“What do planets like to read?” Dramatic pause, poker face mastered. “....Comet books.”

[katyehoshuatwinflames]

     THE YHVH Group dot net CHAIRMAN/PRESIDENT YHVH ANNOUNCES THAT A SON HAS RISEN ON EASTER MONDAY I GIVE HIM TO YOU FOR A 1000 YEAR REIGN AS EMPEROR of the HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE RULERS OF EARTH/UNIVERSE HIS NAME SHALL BE "YEHOSHUA HA MASHIACH" KING OF KINGS LORD OF LORDS EMPEROR OF EMPERORS SULTAN OF SULTANS HIS NAME MEANS "KING YEHOVAH'S SALVATION" YAHWEH YEHOVAH/YESHUA THE MESSIAH YOD HEY VAV HEY. YEHOSHUA UPHOLDS THE LAW. YESHUA IS YHVH'S SPECIAL PROPHET SPEAKING WHAT THE FATHER TAUGHT HIM YHVH IN EVERY WAY. HE IS YOUR ONLY TEACHER. YHVH SAYS "DO NOT MAKE MY NAME YHVH INTO NOTHING". "DON'T TAKE THE NAME OF THE LORD YOUR GOD IN VAIN". LORD MEANS BAAL NB Pastors, Priests, Rabbis & Self Appointed Shepherds; 'USE IT OR LOSE IT' ~ 'REPENT'. YWVH I BLESS THOSE WHO USE MY NAME. LOVE ENDURES FOREVER BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS BE. AND I GIVE MY CHILDREN ETERNAL LIFE TO. Halle Lu YAH YHVH. Beyond the cutting-edge mark yourselves AWARE ~ THE SHIFT ~IN CONSCIOUSNESS YOU WILL AWAKEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND TO KNOW YHVH AND YEHOSHUA AS YESHUA. FORGIVE AND PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER.

YHVH'S WILL BE DONE YHVH'S KINGDOM COME: The Father's House is a House of Prayer. Follow JESUS whose earth id is JOHN STEPHEN RUMARY Dip (Oxon) WHO TODAY LAUNCHES THE MEZZANINE MINISTRY OF JESUS CHRIST GOFUNDME PROGRAM UNDER CATEGORY; MISSIONS, FAITH & CHURCH.

JESUS ~ HUMANITY IS READY FOR CHANGE

Published on 30 Oct 2016

Humanity’s awakening process is further intensifying, as you may well have noticed. The need to awaken is emerging into the collective human awareness as the pain and suffering of the illusion, the dream or nightmare in which it seems you presently have your existence, becomes increasingly unacceptable. Violent and frequent conflicts and disagreements at every level of society in every nation and culture are leading to exhaustion and a deep-seated desire for peace. Those who have been in control for so long are in disarray as the power they thought they had and owned dissolves leaving them confused and terrified. The nightmare that so many on Earth have been experiencing is drawing to a close as an era of peace, harmony, and creative cooperation flows in to replace it. It will be a new and gentle era, very different from the one to which you have for so long been accustomed, as people come together to join in love and completely change the way society has been interacting for eons. Housing the homeless and feeding the hungry is the first priority, then, all across the planet, work will commence to repair the damage that large international corporations have done by mining, drilling, logging, dumping toxic wastes, and by industrial scale farming using utterly inappropriate pesticides and fertilizers. Humanity is ready for change! And massive changes are occurring that will completely alter the way humans interact with one another and with the planet, your earthly home. Your true nature is Love, you know that, but you chose collectively to hide your true nature from yourselves in order to play the game of separation in the illusion, but the many games you could choose from were only possible if you actively and very effectively forgot who you were. You made that choice, and then renewed it each time you chose to incarnate as a human on your beautiful planet. Having forgotten who you were, you became alarmed – many of you today have memory problems as humans and find this at the least unsettling and, sometimes, even terrifying – and feared for your very survival. You developed an ego to advise and protect you from the dangers you imagined surrounded you and programmed it to be fearful and mistrustful of others and of the world in general. And this general lack of trust led to secrecy, betrayal and conflict, conditions that are now endemic throughout the human collective, and to most the states of constant caution that have arisen as a direct result seem wise and sensible when you live in such an apparently dangerous environment. However, the dangers of your environment are but scenarios that you invented to make your games interesting, and you can remove them at any time you choose to do so. You are all beings of enormous power, in fact in the terms of your limited human environment, your powers, were you aware of them, would seem infinite. You change the environment in which you experience life and you change the experiences presented to you by the intent that you hold. Your intent is what you generally think about or dwell upon, but frequently it is at a level below your conscious human awareness because it is so constant and unchanging, mostly guided by an underlying sense of fear. It is a little like the electricity that flows in your homes and powers the appliances, you are generally unaware of it – although you use it almost constantly – until it fails. ... through John Smallman https://johnsmallman2.wordpress.com/

 The above piece is why I need to raise some money as awakening means you know you have been enslaved by your shadow government but you knew (the faithful) as you are the majority on earth that there was always going to be one man who would stand up to the cabal of government leaders, kings, tyrants and despots telling them what’s what e.g. QUERCETIN AND VITAMIN D. #QUERCETINCURE. The cabal who pay #Big Pharma $trillions and they can’t cure one thing only vaccinate and prolong life not save it as inorganic medicine won’t cure organic beings in alchemy disaster for the human race. Forewarned is Forearmed I say Stoically and I come armed against the futility of the toxic waste dump vaccination that is surely coming to disable humankind as in do the NHS remember ‘the flu jab’? I intend to benefit mankind with my healing powers of faith.

The funds will go towards equipping an office and I need them like yesterday as #Covid19 becomes #Covid666 next years worse New World Orders human offering to break the human spirit in spiritual wars are ‘us’ + new vaccine poisoning are ‘them’. Wake up and smell the Columbian arabica roasted bean coffee from your barista representative at your government you are but sheep awaiting the Nazarene at home praying I hear not watching the Hollywood mass panic and fear media where 6 giant corporations’ control 90% of the media same old story. The support I trust I will receive will make me more useful than emailing my MP and local hospital trust chief executive the #Covid19 #Coronavirus cure as it is not needed they have the vaccine program to fund pre the total economic collapse of the western economy and your striping of assets thinking all along ‘when things get back to normal’. They won’t for you will wake up first quickly if I get the funding, I ask for please, thank you. For any questions you have please email me on jesuskatyperry@gmail.com

YEHOSHUA HA-MASHIACH

A reborn reincarnated JESUS CHRIST is asking you to #GoFundMe click or copy n paste into your browser and please share, thank you:-

https://www.gofundme.com/f/5nvvm-mezzanine-ministry-of-jesus-christ?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1 @katyperryblog​ @1111jesusandmarytwinflames​ @1111twinflames​ @apolloctuk​ @apollopsychicpi​ @apolloandkaty1111​ @officialtaylornation​

[katyyehoshuatwinflames]

Twin Flames (Should we tell them?)

     THE YHVH Group dot net CHAIRMAN/PRESIDENT YHVH ANNOUNCES THAT A SON HAS RISEN ON EASTER MONDAY I GIVE HIM TO YOU FOR A 1000 YEAR REIGN AS EMPEROR of the HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE RULERS OF EARTH/UNIVERSE HIS NAME SHALL BE "YEHOSHUA HA MASHIACH" KING OF KINGS LORD OF LORDS EMPEROR OF EMPERORS SULTAN OF SULTANS HIS NAME MEANS "KING YEHOVAH'S SALVATION" YAHWEH YEHOVAH/YESHUA THE MESSIAH YOD HEY VAV HEY. YEHOSHUA UPHOLDS THE LAW. YESHUA IS YHVH'S SPECIAL PROPHET SPEAKING WHAT THE FATHER TAUGHT HIM YHVH IN EVERY WAY. HE IS YOUR ONLY TEACHER. YHVH SAYS "DO NOT MAKE MY NAME YHVH INTO NOTHING". "DON'T TAKE THE NAME OF THE LORD YOUR GOD IN VAIN". LORD MEANS BAAL NB Pastors, Priests, Rabbis & Self Appointed Shepherds; 'USE IT OR LOSE IT' ~ 'REPENT'. YWVH I BLESS THOSE WHO USE MY NAME. LOVE ENDURES FOREVER BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS BE. AND I GIVE MY CHILDREN ETERNAL LIFE TO. Halle Lu YAH YHVH. Beyond the cutting-edge mark yourselves AWARE ~ THE SHIFT ~IN CONSCIOUSNESS YOU WILL AWAKEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND TO KNOW YHVH AND YEHOSHUA AS YESHUA. FORGIVE AND PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER.

YHVH'S WILL BE DONE YHVH'S KINGDOM COME: The Father's House is a House of Prayer. Follow JESUS whose earth id is JOHN STEPHEN RUMARY Dip (Oxon) WHO TODAY LAUNCHES THE MEZZANINE MINISTRY OF JESUS CHRIST GOFUNDME PROGRAM UNDER CATEGORY; MISSIONS, FAITH & CHURCH.

JESUS ~ HUMANITY IS READY FOR CHANGE

Published on 30 Oct 2016

Humanity’s awakening process is further intensifying, as you may well have noticed. The need to awaken is emerging into the collective human awareness as the pain and suffering of the illusion, the dream or nightmare in which it seems you presently have your existence, becomes increasingly unacceptable. Violent and frequent conflicts and disagreements at every level of society in every nation and culture are leading to exhaustion and a deep-seated desire for peace. Those who have been in control for so long are in disarray as the power they thought they had and owned dissolves leaving them confused and terrified. The nightmare that so many on Earth have been experiencing is drawing to a close as an era of peace, harmony, and creative cooperation flows in to replace it. It will be a new and gentle era, very different from the one to which you have for so long been accustomed, as people come together to join in love and completely change the way society has been interacting for eons. Housing the homeless and feeding the hungry is the first priority, then, all across the planet, work will commence to repair the damage that large international corporations have done by mining, drilling, logging, dumping toxic wastes, and by industrial scale farming using utterly inappropriate pesticides and fertilizers. Humanity is ready for change! And massive changes are occurring that will completely alter the way humans interact with one another and with the planet, your earthly home. Your true nature is Love, you know that, but you chose collectively to hide your true nature from yourselves in order to play the game of separation in the illusion, but the many games you could choose from were only possible if you actively and very effectively forgot who you were. You made that choice, and then renewed it each time you chose to incarnate as a human on your beautiful planet. Having forgotten who you were, you became alarmed – many of you today have memory problems as humans and find this at the least unsettling and, sometimes, even terrifying – and feared for your very survival. You developed an ego to advise and protect you from the dangers you imagined surrounded you and programmed it to be fearful and mistrustful of others and of the world in general. And this general lack of trust led to secrecy, betrayal and conflict, conditions that are now endemic throughout the human collective, and to most the states of constant caution that have arisen as a direct result seem wise and sensible when you live in such an apparently dangerous environment. However, the dangers of your environment are but scenarios that you invented to make your games interesting, and you can remove them at any time you choose to do so. You are all beings of enormous power, in fact in the terms of your limited human environment, your powers, were you aware of them, would seem infinite. You change the environment in which you experience life and you change the experiences presented to you by the intent that you hold. Your intent is what you generally think about or dwell upon, but frequently it is at a level below your conscious human awareness because it is so constant and unchanging, mostly guided by an underlying sense of fear. It is a little like the electricity that flows in your homes and powers the appliances, you are generally unaware of it – although you use it almost constantly – until it fails. ... through John Smallman https://johnsmallman2.wordpress.com/

 The above piece is why I need to raise some money as awakening means you know you have been enslaved by your shadow government but you knew (the faithful) as you are the majority on earth that there was always going to be one man who would stand up to the cabal of government leaders, kings, tyrants and despots telling them what’s what e.g. QUERCETIN AND VITAMIN D. #QUERCETINCURE. The cabal who pay #Big Pharma $trillions and they can’t cure one thing only vaccinate and prolong life not save it as inorganic medicine won’t cure organic beings in alchemy disaster for the human race. Forewarned is Forearmed I say Stoically and I come armed against the futility of the toxic waste dump vaccination that is surely coming to disable humankind as in do the NHS remember ‘the flu jab’? I intend to benefit mankind with my healing powers of faith.

The funds will go towards equipping an office and I need them like yesterday as #Covid19 becomes #Covid666 next years worse New World Orders human offering to break the human spirit in spiritual wars are ‘us’ + new vaccine poisoning are ‘them’. Wake up and smell the Columbian arabica roasted bean coffee from your barista representative at your government you are but sheep awaiting the Nazarene at home praying I hear not watching the Hollywood mass panic and fear media where 6 giant corporations’ control 90% of the media same old story. The support I trust I will receive will make me more useful than emailing my MP and local hospital trust chief executive the #Covid19 #Coronavirus cure as it is not needed they have the vaccine program to fund pre the total economic collapse of the western economy and your striping of assets thinking all along ‘when things get back to normal’. They won’t for you will wake up first quickly if I get the funding, I ask for please, thank you. For any questions you have please email me on jesuskatyperry@gmail.com

YEHOSHUA HA-MASHIACH

A reborn reincarnated JESUS CHRIST is asking you to #GoFundMe click or copy n paste into your browser and please share, thank you:-

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     THE YHVH Group dot net CHAIRMAN/PRESIDENT YHVH ANNOUNCES THAT A SON HAS RISEN ON EASTER MONDAY I GIVE HIM TO YOU FOR A 1000 YEAR REIGN AS EMPEROR of the HOLY ROMAN EMPIRE RULERS OF EARTH/UNIVERSE HIS NAME SHALL BE "YEHOSHUA HA MASHIACH" KING OF KINGS LORD OF LORDS EMPEROR OF EMPERORS SULTAN OF SULTANS HIS NAME MEANS "KING YEHOVAH'S SALVATION" YAHWEH YEHOVAH/YESHUA THE MESSIAH YOD HEY VAV HEY. YEHOSHUA UPHOLDS THE LAW. YESHUA IS YHVH'S SPECIAL PROPHET SPEAKING WHAT THE FATHER TAUGHT HIM YHVH IN EVERY WAY. HE IS YOUR ONLY TEACHER. YHVH SAYS "DO NOT MAKE MY NAME YHVH INTO NOTHING". "DON'T TAKE THE NAME OF THE LORD YOUR GOD IN VAIN". LORD MEANS BAAL NB Pastors, Priests, Rabbis & Self Appointed Shepherds; 'USE IT OR LOSE IT' ~ 'REPENT'. YWVH I BLESS THOSE WHO USE MY NAME. LOVE ENDURES FOREVER BECAUSE I WILL ALWAYS BE. AND I GIVE MY CHILDREN ETERNAL LIFE TO. Halle Lu YAH YHVH. Beyond the cutting-edge mark yourselves AWARE ~ THE SHIFT ~IN CONSCIOUSNESS YOU WILL AWAKEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND TO KNOW YHVH AND YEHOSHUA AS YESHUA. FORGIVE AND PRAY FOR ONE ANOTHER.

YHVH'S WILL BE DONE YHVH'S KINGDOM COME: The Father's House is a House of Prayer. Follow JESUS whose earth id is JOHN STEPHEN RUMARY Dip (Oxon) WHO TODAY LAUNCHES THE MEZZANINE MINISTRY OF JESUS CHRIST GOFUNDME PROGRAM UNDER CATEGORY; MISSIONS, FAITH & CHURCH.

JESUS ~ HUMANITY IS READY FOR CHANGE

Published on 30 Oct 2016

Humanity’s awakening process is further intensifying, as you may well have noticed. The need to awaken is emerging into the collective human awareness as the pain and suffering of the illusion, the dream or nightmare in which it seems you presently have your existence, becomes increasingly unacceptable. Violent and frequent conflicts and disagreements at every level of society in every nation and culture are leading to exhaustion and a deep-seated desire for peace. Those who have been in control for so long are in disarray as the power they thought they had and owned dissolves leaving them confused and terrified. The nightmare that so many on Earth have been experiencing is drawing to a close as an era of peace, harmony, and creative cooperation flows in to replace it. It will be a new and gentle era, very different from the one to which you have for so long been accustomed, as people come together to join in love and completely change the way society has been interacting for eons. Housing the homeless and feeding the hungry is the first priority, then, all across the planet, work will commence to repair the damage that large international corporations have done by mining, drilling, logging, dumping toxic wastes, and by industrial scale farming using utterly inappropriate pesticides and fertilizers. Humanity is ready for change! And massive changes are occurring that will completely alter the way humans interact with one another and with the planet, your earthly home. Your true nature is Love, you know that, but you chose collectively to hide your true nature from yourselves in order to play the game of separation in the illusion, but the many games you could choose from were only possible if you actively and very effectively forgot who you were. You made that choice, and then renewed it each time you chose to incarnate as a human on your beautiful planet. Having forgotten who you were, you became alarmed – many of you today have memory problems as humans and find this at the least unsettling and, sometimes, even terrifying – and feared for your very survival. You developed an ego to advise and protect you from the dangers you imagined surrounded you and programmed it to be fearful and mistrustful of others and of the world in general. And this general lack of trust led to secrecy, betrayal and conflict, conditions that are now endemic throughout the human collective, and to most the states of constant caution that have arisen as a direct result seem wise and sensible when you live in such an apparently dangerous environment. However, the dangers of your environment are but scenarios that you invented to make your games interesting, and you can remove them at any time you choose to do so. You are all beings of enormous power, in fact in the terms of your limited human environment, your powers, were you aware of them, would seem infinite. You change the environment in which you experience life and you change the experiences presented to you by the intent that you hold. Your intent is what you generally think about or dwell upon, but frequently it is at a level below your conscious human awareness because it is so constant and unchanging, mostly guided by an underlying sense of fear. It is a little like the electricity that flows in your homes and powers the appliances, you are generally unaware of it – although you use it almost constantly – until it fails. ... through John Smallman https://johnsmallman2.wordpress.com/

 The above piece is why I need to raise some money as awakening means you know you have been enslaved by your shadow government but you knew (the faithful) as you are the majority on earth that there was always going to be one man who would stand up to the cabal of government leaders, kings, tyrants and despots telling them what’s what e.g. QUERCETIN AND VITAMIN D. #QUERCETINCURE. The cabal who pay #Big Pharma $trillions and they can’t cure one thing only vaccinate and prolong life not save it as inorganic medicine won’t cure organic beings in alchemy disaster for the human race. Forewarned is Forearmed I say Stoically and I come armed against the futility of the toxic waste dump vaccination that is surely coming to disable humankind as in do the NHS remember ‘the flu jab’? I intend to benefit mankind with my healing powers of faith.

The funds will go towards equipping an office and I need them like yesterday as #Covid19 becomes #Covid666 next years worse New World Orders human offering to break the human spirit in spiritual wars are ‘us’ + new vaccine poisoning are ‘them’. Wake up and smell the Columbian arabica roasted bean coffee from your barista representative at your government you are but sheep awaiting the Nazarene at home praying I hear not watching the Hollywood mass panic and fear media where 6 giant corporations’ control 90% of the media same old story. The support I trust I will receive will make me more useful than emailing my MP and local hospital trust chief executive the #Covid19 #Coronavirus cure as it is not needed they have the vaccine program to fund pre the total economic collapse of the western economy and your striping of assets thinking all along ‘when things get back to normal’. They won’t for you will wake up first quickly if I get the funding, I ask for please, thank you. For any questions you have please email me on jesuskatyperry@gmail.com

YEHOSHUA HA-MASHIACH

A reborn reincarnated JESUS CHRIST is asking you to #GoFundMe click or copy n paste into your browser and please share, thank you:-

https://www.gofundme.com/f/5nvvm-mezzanine-ministry-of-jesus-christ?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1

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