#Cast Out

[imaginal-ai]

"Cast Out" (0002)

(More of The Freedom Most Severe Series)

0001

[stesierra]

Cast Out- now being serialized!

Zisha's deaf. It's not a problem. Her parents love her, and she's steadily painting everything that matters to her. Or at least, it wasn't a problem until she turned sixteen and failed her revelations. The justry orders her thrown out into the wastelands beyond the Plenary Cities, like all the other imperfectas. It's the only way to keep the plague from returning. But plagues come back, no matter how many people you throw away.

Cast Out is now being serialized on my website! Chapter one through four are available here! The remaining chapters will be scheduled for posting one a week! Comment here to be added to the tag list!

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Do You Believe in the Son of Man?

They answered him, “You were born entirely in sins [from head to foot], and you [presume to] teach us?” Then they threw him out [of the synagogue]. Jesus heard that they had put him out [of the synagogue], and finding him, He asked, “Do you believe in the Son of Man?” — John 9:34-35 | Amplified Bible (AMP) The Amplified Bible Copyright © 2015 by The Lockman Foundation. All rights reserved. Cross References: Isaiah 66:5; Matthew 4:3; John 9:2; John 9:22; 3 John 1:10

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

chapter 6

warnings: swearing, loki's scars, convention chaos

I wandered the convention hall, relearning my way around while trying to avoid Malcolm's table. I nervously picked at my shirt sleeve, glancing over every so often to try to see how it was going. Loki would look over Malcolm to catch me staring every so often. Malcolm would catch him and make him focus again. I had to stifle my laugh as Malcolm waved me back over.

“everything ok?” I asked, looking between the two. Loki nodded and Malcolm put his hand on my arm.

“Yeah. Everything is alright.” He confirmed. “Now what’s my schedule looking like?” I smiled at him and pulled the piece of paper out of my back pocket.

“I’m just giving you today because you know tomorrow will change.” I gave Malcolm a pointed look. “Panel at three. I’ll take you over there for that. And a photo op at five. Security will take care of that.” Malcolm nodded and looped his arm through mine.

“and convention opens in an hour.” I nodded. “Perfect. Loki here can start taking money and whatnot when the VIPs come in while you and I go say hello to our friends.” I looked towards the door and saw some of the usuals coming through to set up.

“sounds like a plan.” I smiled at Malcolm. Turning towards Loki, I opened my mouth to ask if he’d be ok.

“Malcolm already went over it.” He assured me. “Go have fun.” I nodded as Malcolm started to pull me off in the direction of someone he knew.

“you two need to get your heads out of your asses and actually go on a date or something.” Malcolm whispered as we walked around. My face fell slightly and I turned to look at him.

“who told you that?” I asked. Malcolm gave me a look over his glasses.

“my dear it’s plain to see. You two just started going out right?” I nodded. “So do something about it. Leave that awkward phase behind. He’s taking you out to dinner tonight. Have fun. Enjoy it.”

“no. No no no.” I shook my head. “Tonight is our night. We go out to dinner the first night and the last night of a con. Don’t go breaking tradition on me now Malcolm.” He laughed and started to lead me back over by his table.

“make an exception for me dear.” Malcolm said. “Just this once.” He cupped my cheek and I nodded.

“just this once.” I agreed. We went through our normal convention day, letting Loki handle the money. When it got to be too much for him, I took over and let him take the pictures. At the end of the day, Malcolm hugged me before sending us on our way. “So what do you think?” I asked Loki as we got into my car.

“I think it is definitely something for a certain kind of person.” He said.

“yeah.” I nodded. “You want to grab something to eat?” Loki nodded with a smile. “Let’s grab dinner.” I drove us to the nearest diner and smiled at Loki as we both got out. “Malcolm’s treat.” I joked as we entered. We sat across from each other quietly as we looked over the menu. It didn’t take long for the waitress to come over and take our orders, leaving us without the barrier again. “So…”

“I don’t think I’ll go back tomorrow. But you shouldn’t let that stop you from finishing the weekend. I’ll find something to do.” Loki admitted, breaking the ice.

“oh. Ok.” I said, nodding. “I’ll let Malcolm know after this.” We fell into silence again. “Was it something that happened? Something Malcolm or I said? Or did?” Loki shook his head.

“no. You two were amazing. You more than him.” Loki assured me, hands shooting out to grab mine. “It’s just not something I enjoy very much. The crowds. The noise.” I nodded.

“I understand.” I said with a smile. “Hey why don’t you go hang out at the salon tomorrow? Get some more stories?”

“that honestly sounds a bit fun.” Loki said, smiling sheepishly.

“then it’s a plan. I’ll text Sarah and let her know." I said. We fell back into a comfortable silence as our food arrived. "So uh..."

"I wanted..." Loki started at the same time. We both laughed and I motioned for him to go ahead. "I wanted to say thank you. For everything you've done for me the last couple weeks. And I wanted to say thank you for taking a chance with me..."

"You don't have to thank me." I said with a blush. "Besides, I really like you." Loki smiled at me.

"Well uh there was something I wanted to tell you and I didn't think I should but Malcolm said I should..." Loki rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh...well...to begin with, I love you. I have since the moment I met you. I just...its hard for me to express that. My family...we don't...we never..." He sighed and looked over at me.

"Oh." I breathed out. Loki blushed.

"You don't have to say it back. I know we haven't even really been on a date. It just sort of happened and Malcolm kind of convinced me that I should say it one way or another. And the people I grew up around, well I couldn't be sure if this is what love was supposed to be. So I was worried that if I said it...well..." Loki shrugged and started playing with the food on his plate. "But anyway...I'll take you on a proper date soon. I just..." I started laughing and covered my face with my hands. "What?"

"This is supposed to be a date. Malcolm kind of set it up. Sort of." I said. "I'm laughing at the fact that neither one of us seems to be able to shake this awkward stage of are we or aren't we. Malcolm saw it a mile away and he was supposed to take me out. Its our tradition and he insisted that we go out instead. And it...well didn't go as planned." I peeked out at Loki who was starting to smile at me.

"Start over?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Let's start over." I agreed. The rest of the night went smoothly and by the end of the night, Loki and I had had our first date.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1183

@cyborg0109 asked: 

Do you have any prompts for a mermaids tail being amputated?

Sure:

Maybe they’re tossed back into the ocean, unable to swim and doomed to drown. 

I'm sort of obsessed with the idea of a human doctor creating some kind of prosthetic. Its heavy and clunky and takes a long time to get used to. Maybe it hurts to use for extended periods. Maybe in the future, when the mermaid is ‘let go’, they come across their saviour again, though this time, they’ve fallen overboard/drowning. Maybe they’re adrift on a boat and need direction. 

^ Maybe during their time with the caretaker, they have to keep being sponged down with water - or they’re set up in a ‘hospital tank’ or sorts. (A kiddy pool/the backyard pond)

What is the nature of the amputation? Was it necessary after an infected injury? Were they trapped under/in something and it was the only way for them to survive? Was this done by a fisherman hunting for mermaid meat?

Do their society recognise them? Are they cast out because of their amputation? 

Do they keep a scale/part of their fin as a reminder of what they used to have?

After the event, do they wash up on the shore, near death?

[ashleybenlove]

Toothless whacks Alvin with his wings mid-flight because he grabs Hiccup a little too hard.

Hiccup says "Toothless, no" but then leans down to grin at Toothless

Also, thinking about the handful of times Viggo rides behind Hiccup on Toothless in RTTE. Viggo never touches Hiccup in those cases, probably because Toothless is 2000 pounds of fiery death.

[curatoroffiction]

Hard To Love Part 2

Part 1 is here; https://www.tumblr.com/curatoroffiction/704436506810613760/hard-to-love?source=share After writing the angel encounter, I wanted to imagine the soothing love that would come when the brothers found out, so here’s that. This one’s much more vague on the source of the rift in the family, focusing entirely on MC’s pain from being cast out from their family, and the parallels with their own Fall From Grace. I hope if ya’ll are feeling hard to love because of your families, that this can be a little bit of a comfort. ----- When he came to pick you up, he was expecting rage, or anger, or any of the other typical emotions that he's come to expect from family functions blowing up.

What Satan didn't expect was to find you in tears.

He'd followed your directions to the letter; Reach the end of the street from your house and text you that he was there. You arrived, huddled in your jacket, hands shoved into your pockets bare, clutching your phone to yourself as you just needed to get out of that house.

The tears that burned your skin in the cold were nothing compared to seeing the way he looked at you. He tugged you in close and murmured that you were safe now, and you were allowed to cry as long as you needed to. What you didn't see was how he stared down the darkness of the road leading to your house, and how he silently cursed those who would ever cause you this much grief.

---

Arriving at the House of Lamentation, you're more.. shellshocked. You told Satan everything on the way home. How your family reminded you with every little notion that you were hard to love. How you tried to salvage your relationships with your siblings, only to get that same burning sting as they repeated your parent's words back at you. How you were afraid of what this would mean for the future of your family.

How you were afraid that your nieces and nephews would learn that same hatred from the people who were supposed to have your back.

Would your family ever accept you? Would they ever just.. learn how to respect you as an equal?

You didn't know.

Which is why it hurt so badly.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't even really hear Mammon as he addresses you. When he doesn't get a response, he spits a gripe in your direction, only for Satan to shut him down immediately as a way of showing him you're in pain. When Mammon realizes you're in pain, he drops everything - Much to Asmodeus' chagrin. The two were working on dinner when Mammon comes to protectively hold you and get loud, practically becoming a live beacon that summons all the other brothers to your side as they start to wonder what's going on.

Beelzebub and Belphegor feel a familiar sting in your eyes, the way you gloss over at the mention of your own family, it reminds them of something so eerily similar.. And because of that, they both can't help but to bring you as much comfort as they can. Beelzebub brings you your favorite snacks and drinks from the kitchen as Belphegor starts building a sadness nest in the living room.

Leviathan came out of his room to yell at Mammon for being so loud, but upon seeing you in so much pain, immediately comes to distract you with merch from the shows and games you both share a love for. He'd bought you some gifts because of the human realm connections between wintertimes and gift-giving, so he starts showering you with the comfort of gifts as he attempts to soothe you.

Asmodeus even stops his work in the kitchen to find out what all the fuss is, and when he finds your eyes puffy with tears, he immediately begins to coo and carefully tend to you. He takes you from Satan to address your physical needs and help you find comfort. You might not be able to take care of yourself right now, but he'll take care of all of that for you. He and Levi take you upstairs to draw you a bath, followed in tow by Beelzebub who is absolutely certain that you need to eat and drink good food right now.

Mammon actually quiets down as his brothers pour in to help you. It seems he got loud on purpose so the others could take care of you. He turns to Satan. "What the fuck happened?"

".. Their family rejected them. Said they were too hard to love."

The demon looks bewildered in shock. "Why the fuck would they do that?!"

"Something about a difference of opinions in human beliefs. I'll be honest, seeing them like that, it's been taking everything inside of me not to run back to that house and give them an earful of my opinion on their fucking beliefs." Satan's facade of calm starts to crack now that you're gone, and Mammon sighs, racking his head for a way to solve this. His human is in pain, and there's gotta be a way to solve that, right?

---

Lucifer catches a glimpse of you in the hall, huddled by his brothers all comforting you in their own ways. He realizes that you're being tended to, so he gives you just a passing stare as you and the huddle of his brothers disappear into Asmodeus' room. Belphegor is lagging behind with some pillows, which Lucifer stops to ask what's going on. Belphegor says Satan knows more, and disappears into the room after you all.

Lucifer heads downstairs.

He had hoped to never see that look on your face.

The look of someone who'd just been rejected by their home, rejected by their family...

The look of someone who'd just been cast out.

Having seen every one of his brothers in a similar state after The Fall, he hoped he'd never see another person he loved in this much pain.

---

"Humans really are stupid." Mammon openly gripes, scritching his head. Him and Satan can't figure a way to help you outside of going to your house and beating the crap out of anyone that made you cry, so when Lucifer arrives, he breathes a sigh of relief. Finally, someone who might be able to keep a cool head through this and help you.

"I want answers." Lucifer glares at Mammon and Satan scoffs;

"Ask ___'s family. Seems they think they're purposefully creating a rift in their own family by just being themselves."

Lucifer's heart sinks. His gut was right.

By every sense of the word, you'd been cast out too.

"..."

All three men stand in a small triangle, unsure of what to do.

Mammon looks up to Lucifer; "Can we help 'em fix the rift? Like they did ours?"

"Not likely." Satan again scoffs. "Ours were from a lack of communication. ___'s tried communicating from every angle with those ingrates. In every sense of the word, they've been patient in ways that even I struggle with. Anything else would just be forcing them through more suffering, and for what? For their family to reject them all over again? Fuck that."

"..." Mammon's brow knits together in thought.

Lucifer, however, already has a solution. "We've been through this before, Mammon. ___ is hurting and has just been cast out. We'll let them find their own methods for soothing, and do our bests to help them grieve the pain."

"... Sure is similar to that, huh." Mammon's eyes get soft, remembering their own fall from the graces of their own family.

".. Yes, I'd say so."

"They got a room to stay in, they got clothes, they got good- AH FUCK THE FOOD" Mammon rushes towards the kitchen to make sure you have good food tonight. Lucifer and Satan both go over the other possible needs you might have, which actually gives Satan a glimpse into what it was like for Lucifer to tend to all the other 5 after the fall.

---

All seven demons find themselves fiercely protective of you tonight, doing their bests to make sure that you're comfortable. They listen as you talk about your family, oftentimes giving their own snarky gripes as you tell your side of the story, never once letting you think that telling them the story causes their love for you to falter in any way. And yet, they each have their own connection to the feeling of the grief of loving the people who cast you out, and the unique pain it causes to love and respect people who don’t give you that same love and respect.

They know what it means to be cast out from your home and your family, and they won't leave your side until they know that you're on the path to healing.

After all, you helped them overcome so much..

You're family to them, and they’d fight the three realms before they ever let you feel anything less than loved.

[howifeltabouthim]

Whitney didn't want to stop being a marvel, to go from being a precious thing to a ruined woman.

Laura Hankin, from Happy & You Know It

[piercedbritt]

And I was his biggest sin.

A downfall.

I don't believe anymore.

[jamaalw]

Warfare Prayer Against Demons

[I deliberately left the name “satan” without capitalization] Heavenly Father, I bow in worship and praise before You. I cover myself with the blood of the Lord Jesus Christ as my protection during this time of prayer. I surrender myself completely and unreservedly in every area of my life to Yourself. I do take a stand against all the workings of Satan that would hinder me in this time of…

[imaginal-ai]

"Cast Out" (0001)

(The Freedom Most Severe Series)

[stesierra]

Cast Out: Chapter Nine

Thesil was sitting on her bedroll when I darted into the tent, my heart pounding from more than the run. I could nearly taste the sweetness of the ore still hanging in my mouth. I shuddered and closed my eyes. Taste. All I'd ever done was smell the ore. How much more powerful would the visions be if I tasted it? If I did as Holy Efra had done and let it melt on my tongue into my blood and body. I'd always known people ate it, once the thrill of scent had grown too weak to move them. Not my parents, who could never afford to indulge outside the religious rites every year. But some people. Those rich enough to have it often. I wondered what my life would have been like if I'd been born to such parents. Probably no different. No one would expose children to such a thing.

No. Without my parents, I would have no signs, no culture. No hope. It would have been very different.

I banished my longing – for my family, and the ore – and opened my eyes. From Thesil's annoyed expression, I thought she must have been trying to get my attention for some time. Then I noticed her eyes were swollen and red, like she'd been crying. I moved to her side quickly, sliding down to sit next to her. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "Why are you sad?"

Perhaps that was a stupid question. She'd been exiled from home, like me. Perhaps a better question was why wasn't I sadder?

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I scheduled this before my life went to hell. Please read and say something so I'm not thinking about how shit my family life is.

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Jesus Restores a Demon-Possessed Man

1 They went across the lake to the region of the Gerasenes. 2 When Jesus got out of the boat, a man with an impure spirit came from the tombs to meet him. 3 This man lived in the tombs, and no one could bind him anymore, not even with a chain. 4 For he had often been chained hand and foot, but he tore the chains apart and broke the irons on his feet. No one was strong enough to subdue him. 5 Night and day among the tombs and in the hills he would cry out and cut himself with stones.

6 When he saw Jesus from a distance, he ran and fell on his knees in front of him. 7 He shouted at the top of his voice, “What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? In God’s name don’t torture me!” 8 For Jesus had said to him, “Come out of this man, you impure spirit!”

9 Then Jesus asked him, “What is your name?”

“My name is Legion,” he replied, “for we are many.” 10 And he begged Jesus again and again not to send them out of the area.

11 A large herd of pigs was feeding on the nearby hillside. 12 The demons begged Jesus, “Send us among the pigs; allow us to go into them.” 13 He gave them permission, and the impure spirits came out and went into the pigs. The herd, about two thousand in number, rushed down the steep bank into the lake and were drowned.

14 Those tending the pigs ran off and reported this in the town and countryside, and the people went out to see what had happened. 15 When they came to Jesus, they saw the man who had been possessed by the legion of demons, sitting there, dressed and in his right mind; and they were afraid. 16 Those who had seen it told the people what had happened to the demon-possessed man—and told about the pigs as well. 17 Then the people began to plead with Jesus to leave their region.

18 As Jesus was getting into the boat, the man who had been demon-possessed begged to go with him. 19 Jesus did not let him, but said, “Go home to your own people and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you.” 20 So the man went away and began to tell in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him. And all the people were amazed. — Mark 5:1-20 | New International Version (NIV) Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® All rights reserved worldwide. Cross References: Psalm 66:16; Psalm 105:18; Matthew 4:3; Matthew 4:24; Matthew 7:6; Matthew 8:28-29; Matthew 8:32-33; Matthew 8:34; Matthew 9:32; Matthew 12:45; Matthew 26:53; Mark 1:26; Mark 4:41; Mark 7:31; Luke 1:32; Luke 8:27; Luke 8:35; Luke 8:39

[myveryownfanfiction]

chapter 4

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: lokis scars, swearing, talk of abusive relationship

AN: the con with be in chapter 6. I’ve never worked with Tim curry so I went back and changed it to someone I have worked with. Sorry about that. Also there are elements of the relationship with Pete that mirrors a relationship I had in college. It wasn’t abusive. But our break up wasn’t great (where you’ll hear some of the lovely things Pete said to the reader). I’m also establishing the reader as gender fluid/neutral

When we got back to my apartment, I set Loki up in my guest room. He was a little apprehensive about it.

“I can’t take your extra room. I’ll be out of your hair soon.” He protested. I shook my head.

“We both know that isn’t true Loki.” I waved my hand. “Besides it’s fine. It was getting pretty lonely living on my own.” He nodded and started putting away the things he had bought. I surprised him with dark green sheets and a black comforter from my college days.

“So that was Pete.” Loki started hesitantly as we cooked dinner. I nodded slowly. It was quiet for a bit. “I’m glad you ditched him. He’s a dirtbag.” I chuckled and continued to stir the sauce. Bowing my head, I fought the urge to cry.

“I feel like I owe you an explanation.” I whispered. I put the spoon on the rest and turned towards him. Loki gently reached out and rubbed my arm.

“You don’t owe me anything.” His voice was soothing as he shook his head. “If anything, I owe you.” There was a sad tone to his voice and I put my hand over his on my arm. Squeezing it, I softly smiled at him.

“Let’s agree to disagree.” I teased. I reached around Loki and continued to finish cooking. “But still.” He cocked his head as he leaned against the counter. “I met Pete first year of college. We hit it off, being in the same major. Second year we started hanging out more. In the middle of our third year, I managed to pull together enough courage to ask him out.” Loki shifted and I looked over at him from the corner of my eye.

“You asked him out?” Loki said in wonder. I chuckled and nodded. “Wow.”

“That I did.” I shrugged. “He said yes. Because he wouldn’t hang out with me if he didn’t like me as much as he did.” I looked over at Loki fleetingly again, seeing if he caught the double meaning.

“Wait hold on.” Closing my eyes, the weight of that little confession raising off my shoulders. “He only hung out with you to begin with because he had a crush on you?” I nodded, refusing to look at him. “What? How fucking…what was he…” Loki broke off and came to stand next to me. “I’m so sorry.” I finally looked over at him. He looked so heartbroken for what I had been through. My heart broke a little, seeing him that way. I didn’t like it but I couldn’t help but fall for him a little more seeing how broken up he was about my experiences.

“It went fine. We had a few dates. It seemed like his only flaw was that he didn’t like me going to and working conventions. He didn’t like the guys I helped. He didn’t like that I had pictures of them on my phone or around my room.” I turned back to the stove and pulled some food out of the oven. “Right before Valentine’s Day, he was walking me back to my apartment. We were talking about the classes we were taking. He had to repeat a class. Told me that I was a distraction. I was the reason he had to repeat because he had been paying more attention to me than the class. I said ok fine that’s it then we’re over.” Loki put his hand on the counter, close to mine where I was bracing myself. “He said not really. We could take a break. But I’m not that kind of person. It sounded like an excuse. So I said we could just break up and get back together when it was all said and done.”

“he didn’t like that.” Lokis pinky hooked around mine.

“No.” I hooked my pinky around his. “I saw his offer to take a break as a way for him to find someone else. I didn’t think he’d see my offer the same way.”

“That’s when he said something about that actor.” I nodded.

“He accused me of cheating. I shot back and said he knew I hadn’t and I didn’t appreciate the accusation.” Tears started to well up in my eyes and I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. “He called me a dirty whore. I didn’t know who I was at the time. I was questioning my sexuality at the time. But I knew he was far off base when he said that. I called him a bastard and told him to get out. He went to slap me. I blocked him. He hit the wall and I punched him in the jaw. I cut his lip. Probably knocked a tooth loose.” I sniffles and used my sleeve to wipe my cheeks. “And that’s it. He was a dick. Made me regret a lot of things, feelings.” I looked over at Loki. His jaw was set and he was trying hard to keep his calm.

“(Y/N), I…” I shook my head and grabbed his hand.

“No. Don’t apologize for him. You’re not him. And I appreciate the fact you were willing to beat him to a pulp for the little you knew.” Lokis eyes focused on our hands. “I wouldn’t be the person I am today without that little slip up. I know who I am now. I know better now. I know what to look for.” He nodded and squeezed my hand before helping me finish dinner. We sat at my table and started to eat.

“You said you were questioning your sexuality. What do you mean?” He finally broke the silence.

“I’m gender fluid.” I shrugged. “Same as you. Except I use they/them.” Loki nodded as his gaze flickered over his plate.

“That’s how you knew.” I nodded.

“Don’t worry about it.” I waved my hand. We finished eating in silence before moving to my living room.

“Can I ask one last question?” Loki asked, his tone was almost nervous. In the week or so I’d known him, I hadn’t seen him this way. I nodded. “If the right person came along, would you go out with them?” I nodded, playing with the hem of the blanket draped over the back of my couch.

“If it was the right person.” I agreed. “Why? Do you have someone in mind?” He chuckled and gently took my hand from where I was resting on my leg.

“Maybe.” He smiled softly at me. “How about me?” Smiling brightly at him, I met his eyes.

“Only if you’ll have me.” I agreed as he smiled at me.

[shesmore-shoebill]

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

[ashleybenlove]

Dagur licks an axe.

Hiccup is later shown (in RTTE) rubbing his finger on an axe.

NGL, now I wanna see Astrid do both.