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somethingblu3 · 1 year ago

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Thy Mercy | Father Anthony Bridge

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18+ minors dni.

Fandom: Casualty

Summary:

Father Anthony commands you to list out the rosary.

TW: Church Sex, Spanking, Candles Wax Play, Improper Use of a Rosary, Priest Kink, Author is not Christian, Forbidden Secret, Relationship,neil newbon - Freeform, Begging, Burns, Dom/sub, Dirty Talk, Bible Kink, No Beta, mouth spitting, Mutual Masturbation, cum, Paddle, Humiliation, lightly edited, Orgasm Delay/Denial.

Pairing: Father Anthony Bridge x female afab reader

Word Count: 1,844

Divider Credit: firefly-graphics.

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I'm not Christian, but I did go to church when I was younger. It's been over a decade since I've used a rosary, so I'm not entirely sure if the beads are accurate.

“Say it,” Father Anthony ordered in the shadows. You both sat in the empty church. The only light came from the flicker of the oil candles that hung from the ceiling. You had never been in a Church alone, especially not on a cold, dark winter night like this. Your hands are sweaty as they trace over the familiar chunky beads. It was a gift given to you by your grandmother. You remember sitting at her vanity as she gifted you the beads. They were sacred, and you kept them secure under your pillow at night, not wanting to lose them, but you almost dropped them as you felt Father Anthony’s gaze lock on you in the shadows. He was watching, waiting for you to start.

He had warned you that if you stuttered or your voice faltered, he would spank you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Anthony's hands clutching the black paddle in his hands as he readied himself. Your breathing hitches as your sweaty hands clutch at the burgundy glass. Your mind goes blank, but you can feel Anthony’s hand ghost your sides, closing your eyes. You took a breath, trying to cleanse your dry lips. Anthony pushes his nails into your thighs, a sign for you to start.

“In the name of the Father, The Son, and of the Holy Spirit Amen” Your fingers move towards the first bead, feeling the contours of the Crucifix between them. He hadn’t even done anything yet, not even touched your skin. You could feel something against it, maybe his fingers or the brush of the silver of his belt as he grinded against you; it was hard to tell in the dark. It was scary not knowing what was coming next. He had blinded you before, but here you were in the Church surrounded by the darkness. You were both very evasive about your relationship. If anyone ever found out about this, Anthony would be fired and defrocked, not even that he would be ousted from the community.

He was more protective of that in the early days, but as your relationship developed, he found it harder and harder to let you go. You were his biggest sin. He couldn’t walk away from second to drinking. You lick your lips as they suddenly turn dry, and you hear him play with the silver of his belt. A warning. “Our father, who art in heaven…” He pulls back your black skirt, which he told you to wear for this evening’s service. Your breathing hitches as you press on, moving to the smaller beads. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.” “Faster,” Anthony hisses as his belt drops to the ground, and you feel his hands grab you by your waist. “The Agony in the Garden…The Soc-Sco-ugring at the-” You pause as he slides inside you. As always, you are already wet and sticky. His hand teases your clit, preparing you, and you hear him groan in delight. You didn’t want to disappoint him. You could already hear his voice in your head.

You stutter, “At the-Fuck” You are so tight, but that doesn’t stop him. His breathing increases Anthony halts you trying to search for your voice as it escapes you, and you feel the ip of Anthony’s cock ghosting over your back and cum dripping down your legs; you're already so wet. Not that you are surprised. He waits for a moment and clicks his tongue. You can’t help but feel…disappointed. “The scourging at the pillar,” you finish confidently. Anthony nods. “Good girl,” he praises you as he inserts himself into you once again. “The crowning with thorns-” you hesitate as you feel your cheeks flush increase. “And the crucifixion.” “You missed one,” Anthony scolds as he removes himself from you and then takes you over his lap. “The carrying of the cross,” he tells you as his paddle is against your skin."I'm sorry, father." You cry. "Again. Say them again," He demands as the paddle rests inches away from your skin, a lingering threat. You take a shaky breath, clutching the bread, and then you start again, but your brain has already turned to mush. "In the name--" You swallow as you feel him consider if he should spank you or not, but he doesn't. You clear your throat as you start again, your fingers finding their way to the beads. "In the name of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen." His fingers glide against your skin.

You know he won't mark it yet, but you can't help but shiver under his grip. "Our father, who art in heaven." You continue as you move on to the next bead and then the next until you reach "The Agony in the Garden..." You pause, trembling the pad inches and inches away from your skin, and as he presses further, you fumble. "Fuck-i'm so sorry, father." You sob as his paddle spanks against your skin. "I'm so sorry," you tremble. "I thought I had trained you better than this," Anthony snarled You lower your eyes, focusing down on the wooden floor, feeling nothing but shame course through you as he spanks.

"Count. Count to four," He orders, his other hand rubbing your other cheek "One" Smack "Tw-ooh" Smack "Fuck-Thr-eee" He pauses but then adds another smack. "F-ffour" you finish He smacks again. "Good girl, now let's start again from the top."

You nod and carry on repeatedly, but then, this time, you stop at the crucifixion. You close your eyes, knowing what is coming next. You tried to prepare yourself, but there isn't another smack at your ass. Instead, Father Anthony pulls away for a moment, and then he finally starts once again. "I don't think this taught you much of a lesson, did it?" He asks with an arched brow You are too stunned to speak as you feel your ass clench from the stings. He's not going to start again, is he? Usually, he would give breaks in between or at least kiss and "So why don't we try again?" "Father, please-" He ignores you as he reaches over and grabs a candle from the holder. It drips onto your skin, and you hiss, chowing down on your cheek to bear the pain.

"Good girl," he tells you as he messages your head. He watches as your body jitters. The pain is unreal, the sensation of the hot wax. He throws down the paddle, tossing it onto the wooden floor as he grips the candle in his hand, the wax melting his skin. He inserts himself inside you once again. "Let's start from the crucifixion and see if you can finally finish." You nod, shivering from the heat. You feel like you are melting, but also, at the same time, you know that Father Anthony won't hurt you. That was against his moral code, but the pain thrill was still exciting.

"Okay," You gulp as he thrusts inside you. Your dry cum drips between your legs like the candle wax between his fingers. "Okay, okay," you whimper as you get used to his thrusts as they increase in speed, still feeling the tingle of the wax drip down your lower back. "In the name of the Father, The Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen...." Thrust "Our father, who art in heaven…" Thrust. Now, the room is filled with the sound of his skin smacking against yours. His other hand finds its way to your left waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible. Your moans were escapable now. If someone were to walk in right now, it would be clear as day what the two of you were up to, and that feeling made your heart race, and you could just about see your skin turn bright red under the glow of the candle.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. The Agony in the Garden…The Scourging at the-” "Go on," He commands "The scourging at the pillar, The crowning with thorns, and the--the" You can feel yourself approaching your final orgasm as it tricks down your legs, and you roll your head back. You feel Anthony's hand in your hair as he croons your neck to look at you. He pants and spits in your mouth, his chin covered in drool. He stops trapping your hand clutched with the beads firmly.

"Hold on-" He commands as he takes the warm beads from your hands. "Turn around and face me," He commands," and he does You shiver as you finally meet his gaze. He's tired but happy as a small smirk appears at the corner of his lips. Forecebilly he takes the rosary from your hands and shoves them inside your sticky pussy. "Father," You gasp as you feel the beads between your legs. He chuckles darkly "You are such a good girl," he tells you, stroking your hair. "You're doing the Lord's work," he mumbles the sensation. Of the beads rocking between your legs is something else. The small cross rubs against the end of your pussy, edging you even closer and closer without him even touching you. You watch him as he takes his dick in his hand, proud of himself as he watches you stutter and moan, grabbing onto one of the pews. "Let yourself go, love," he instructs as he quickens the pace of his hand on his dick.

You nod, and your eyes roll back, your breathing hitching. You spot him as cum dribbles down from the head of his cock onto his robes. Your hand fiddles for the beads, and you begin rolling them against yourself. God, it was shameful, especially with how much they meant to you, but you knew after this, they would be covered in your seed, in your wetness, and you would give it to him as a gift, perhaps as a birthday present, so that he would always. Be near you. You grin at that thought.

A subtle reminder. "Now, what comes after the crucifixion, my love?" He urges as he wipes his cum against his robes "The Resurrection," you pant. You knew that wasn't all of the stages, but for now, it was the most you could get through without faltering, and you felt proud of yourself as a smile plucked at his lips. Once you finish, you both orgasm against each other, his seed mixed with your wetness. He throws the candle stick into the trash and licks his finger with your mixed juices, but his robe is still a mess. You are too weak to speak, and then he catches you as you are about to collapse onto the floor. "I want to treasure this forever." He pants as he rushes towards you, shoving your hair behind your ear, and kisses your neck as your eyes drift close. "This is heaven...". You lower your head against his neck, and you catch your breath. This man will be the death of you.

#casulty #neil newbon #father anthony bridge #father anthony bridge x reader #fanfiction #neil newbon smut #anthony bridge #casualty fanfic #bbc Casualty #ao3 cross post #neil newbon x reader #neil newbon fanfiction

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warrior-cats-rewritten · 10 months ago

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RUBY IS SMOKE SO BASED HOLY SHIT. thoughts on that?

I'm absolutely a Ruby is Smoke truther.

She is Firestar's half-sister, and Scourge boots her and Socks off of Bloodclan turf without a meal. He wants nothing to do with his siblings. He won't forgive them until later in his life.

Ruby and Socks wander the area, but sadly, Socks passes from starvation. Ruby's loud crying attracts the attention of a kind elderly woman who just lost a cat herself. She takes Socks' body and buries him in her backyard, while taking Ruby in to care for her. Not knowing Ruby's name, she names her Smoke.

Smoke takes to it well, the old woman is nice! She's got great food, and when Smoke is good, she gets chicken off the woman's plate!

But... It's scary. What if she's abandoned again?

When the old woman's mind begins to fail, feeding times get inconsistent, and Smoke panics. It's going to happen again. Maybe being a housecat isn't so great, maybe being wild would be nicer. Her new friend Onewhisker's always going on about how great and heroic Windclan are... How everyone is so wonderful and always takes care of each other... It must be perfect!

She has no idea Onewhisker is lying, making up hero stories not only to look better but to feel better. He hates being in Windclan, and longs for the safety and security that being a kittypet would bring.

They clung to each other, they were never in love, they loved what the other one would bring.

When Smoke gave birth, she only had a single kitten, Darkkit. She brought him to the Windclan border, and Onewhisker, thinner than usual, told her no. That she and Darkkit couldn't join Windclan, not now, not ever.

She didn't understand, and Onewhisker didn't admit why. Rabbits were sick, the moor was being destroyed, she would be safer away from the moor, and he wanted to go with her but... Tallstar was so sick, so weak, he couldn't handle Onewhisker leaving, he was still strong enough to keep helping, keep hunting... And the political atmosphere in Windclan at the time was very unaccepting of outsiders. Onewhisker's father Mudclaw was deputy.

He needed to be mean enough that Smoke wouldn't come back.

Smoke raised Darktail with love, and hate. She was always telling him he was better than other cats, that one day he would destroy the Clans and make them pay for their unfairness... But to also be a good boy, be kind to others, help others out. Everyone is as important as Kin.

He would twist these words.

Smoke dies around the time of late OOTS, her age catching up with her. Darktail's heart was broken, the only cat he ever loved was his Mama, and he would destroy his father in her name.

Her spirit resides in the same realm all Kittypets get to go to, she hangs out with Socks, Quince, and Scourge, as well as the kind elderly woman. She is sad her son turned out the way he did, and wishes to see him again one day.

#warrior cats #warriors #warrior cats rewrite #wcr #asks #wc smoke #wc ruby #ruby is smoke #wc socks #wc scourge #onestar #onewhisker #darktail #wc quince

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maddestmewmew · 6 months ago

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HI IF ANY FNAF FANS ARE READING THIS THE TAGS ARE HERE FOR BLOCKLIST NOT FOR. TRYING TO REACH FNAF FANS…THERES NO HATE UNDER THE CUT ITS JUST ME BEING REALLY FUCKING CONFUSED ABT FNAF LORE

ok now thats out of the way. JESUS CHRIST have i just entered a fucking. rabbit hole?? OH MY GOD??? i was a massive fnaf fan in my preteen years, as was everyone ever in the 2010s..ive dialed back my enjoyment of it, ill watch playthroughs of the mainline games and ive seen the movie but thats kind of it. this being relevent bc i watched an into the pit playthrough, and then saw some tweets about it. MOST of them i understood, until i hit a tweet talking abt some kid named andrew?? and how hes not an sci??? and i was like Hold On. maybe its been some years but i cant be THAT behind can i. i know all the important names..michael afton and cassidy and charlie and what have you..

so i look up the wiki for this kid andrew, and it leads me to a story about a ghost kid attatching himself to william aftons spirit and torturing him and shit. i was a bit confused bc like. isnt that cassidys thing? but Whatevs. also the stories seemed weirdly bizzare to me, like not in a hateful way but like. why is william afton getting an exorcism. anyway it brings up a couple (A LOT) of names i dont understand, but what my brain latches onto is this kid jake, who is described as forcing andrew to Stop torturing english willy, at the cost of Now Hes Stuck Possessing An Endoskeleton. okayyy this is fnaf to me. i didnt know this but its abt what i expect from five nights at freddys.

so i head to jakes wiki out of curiosty, and find out he is from, no joke, one of the most fucking depressing stories ive ever read? i dont mean in terms of fnaf, i mean, FUCKING EVER. JESUS. CHRIST.

its like. in the middle of a fazbear frights book. fazbear frights being these scary stories to tell in the dark type books where its collections of spoooky stories that will shape the minds of children everywhere, but like. fnaf themed.

this story is called “the real jake” and i Highly reccomend you read the wiki instead of hearing it from me like. fourth hand. like im retelling a retelling here. but if you want that ultra telephone sypnosis, here you go:

“the real jake” follows a nine year old boy who is bedridden. with cancer. his mother is dead and his father is overseas. jake is taken care of full time by a nanny, margie.

jake likes to talk with a boy in his cupboard, named simon, who is really his father over the phone, through a walkie talkie. at first, jake and “simon” talk about what jake has done that day, but jake cannot leave his bed, so jake gets frustrated that all his stories are so mundane and depression. so one day simons like, okay, tell me what the REAL jake has done. and its a little game of pretend, where jake tells these silly little stories about what the “real jake” did that day. one day, jakes friend tries to get him to sneak out to go to the arcade, and tries to get him there by dragging him in a wagon, but jake is too weak to make it to make it to the wagon and collapses and throws up, and he explains to margie he wanted to be the real jake for a day.

at some point jake and margie are playing chess, and jake gets super frustrated that he cant see straight. margie calms him down and jake tells her that he loves her, causing margie to break down, and then she Later Finds Out The Doctors Are Ceasing Treatment For Him, which makes margie realize she loves jake as a son.

AND THEN MARGIE GETS THE CALL THAT JAKES FATHER WAS FUCKING KILLED. and she has full custody of jake. she cant bring herself to tell him his father died, so she says simon wont be able to visit for a while.

AND THEN JAKE FUCKING DIES.

AND THAT IS IT. THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY . THEY JUST MOVE ON AFTER THAT. HOLY FUCK??? IMAGINE BEING LIKE 9 AND PICKING UP THE LATEST FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS BOOK AT THE SCHOOLASTIC BOOK FAIR AND THEN READING A STORY ABOUT A LITTLE BOY COPING WITH HIS CANCER AND THEN FUCKING DYING ALONE. FREDDY FAZBEAR WASNT EVEN THERE.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #I LIKE SOME OF THE GAGA SONGS. WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE KNOW ABOUT CAMERAS??? /quote #which is to say. i havent read the actual story but from the description of it it seems So fucking depressing and jaw dropping.#how does this effect purple guy #LIKE OBCIOUSLY JAKE GETS INTO CLASSIC FNAF STORY EVENTUALLY. BUT JESUS CHRIST

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jdah · 1 year ago

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AU where suho got split into two when his powers got ‘sealed’

Just gonna list some of the ideas in bullet form OTL

when jinwoo sealed his son’s power and memories, he was unaware that he had instead split his son into two

part of suho’s power had separated from him and gained its own ego & consciousness

locked away from using his power, he is trapped in suho’s shadows, unable to do anything but just watch his and his human self’s surroundings

(i’m just gonna say that jinwoo can’t exactly detect shadow suho’s presence because he’s trapped in suho’s shadow, unable to release his mana + dad is scary nuh uh im staying here)

since suho’s powers weren’t fully closed off, he can still perceive the presence of other beings - mainly spirits

suho sometimes see figures in random places

their looks vary, there are ones that seem like humans, and ones that makes suho stop dead in his tracks and cry for his mother’s soothing presence

some of the figures are friendly, greeting him as he passes by and helping him when he is lost

but there are some that are hostile - once suho acknowledges them, they start rushing to him with their horrifying looks

this led to suho ignoring everything that seems abnormal - things that are not seen by others around him

and for some reason, the things never show up in his house, nor do they appear whenever his dad is near

(shadow suho oh so wants to protect his human self, seeing his struggles and feeling his emotions whenever they encounter an entity - he vows to protect suho the moment the seal to his powers is lifted)

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the things stopped showing when he reached middle school

(jinwoo started to test his son, so suho is constantly enveloped with his mana)

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when his parents disappeared, the things appeared again

without their father’s presence to protect suho, it’s up to his shadow to shoulder that duty

even though he was sealed away, he is still the son of the shadow monarch - especially now that they’re older and his human self has started training, the shadow also started to gain more control in his powers

(+ now that their father is far away, the seal in him also loosened)

one time suho wakes up with his body unable to move

thinking it was just one of those sleep paralysis, he ignores the thing standing beside his bed

and yet no matter what he does, he can’t wake up from this nightmare

suho realized too late that he’s not dreaming - that he’s actually awake and holy fuck there’s a terrifying figure crawling on top of him

wtf wtf whatthefuck i havent seen any of them since middle school why now why now??? - suho

before the thing could touch him, an extremely dark figure rose up from the sides of his bed, its presence startling the thing into escaping

suho:

suho inside: (…im gonna die... there is a monster under my bed)

(on the other hand, even though he can only release some of his mana, shadow suho is glad he can finally push the entities away)

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The seal further eases up when the gates started showing up

Especially when beru appeared before them - the presence of one of his father’s strongest soldier was the last push into breaking the seal

beru was so surprised to see a shadow soldier standing near suho when his sealed memories was being shown - only to realize that it wasn’t a soldier, but the young lord himself !! young lord why are you a shadow ?!?!?! how come i never knew of this TT

(beru wishes to teach the shadow young lord a lot of thing)

suho is so confused and disoriented because the seal being lifted means he became fully connected with shadow suho (albeit having its own ego)

(aka their feelings and thoughts are being transmitted to one another - since they are the same person with two bodies)

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beru and shadow suho: partying in the shadows while human suho is working his ass off

shadow suho giving himself eyes similar to beru’s

beru: (sobbing)

suho: im out i need to sleep (leaves Rest after ammut’s training)

ammut: (looks at shadow suho)

shadow suho: don’t

suho: (watching a sad drama)

suho: hmm…

shadow suho who is accompanying haein in another realm: (starts sobbing)

#sung su ho #solo leveling ragnarok

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wisteriagoesvroom · 10 months ago

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tagged by the lovely @serve-cunt (and i think @kazoologist?) for this 15 questions game!

Are you named after anyone?

no idea but my dad may have given me the middle name of one of his exes... anyway... there's a reason my parents got divorced LKFJLDKSFJLKJDFK

When was the last you cried?

someone who helped raised me passed away about uhhh two weeks ago so i full on let out some pretty ugly sobs in hospital last week. just being way too real tbh

Do you have kids?

no and do not intend to

What sports do you play/have you played?

i did multiple forms of dance for like over half my life atp

Do you use sarcasm?

would i?? (legit tho my humour leans more dry or sharp i think)

What is the first thing you notice about people?

energy, probably

What is your eye color?

brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

oh happy, definitely. which you wouldn't be able to tell from like half my fics lmao i usually end ambiguous or open-ended, but old dogs can learn new tricks hey? (see: the sun. and blow which in its own way is a happy ending.... meta upon meta upon meta wow... literary blow job fic...)

Any talents?

y'all tell me

Where were you born?

in a jar and then i was reborn when i accepted the gospel of the father (lewis hamilton) the son (oscar piastri) and the holy spirit (whatever is going on betwen james vowles and that williams excel sheet)

What are your hobbies?

*laughs in f1blr*

Do you have any pets?

not where i live, but my sister has two rescue dogs! one is extremely cranky and one is extremely skittish and they make for a really funny tho sometimes deranged combo.

How tall are you?

i thought 163cm but apparently the real number is closer to 161... perfect size to fit under the arm of anyone on the grid tho pretty much. wouldn't even have to lean down too far to kiss yukibear

Favorite subject at school?

eng lit and history probably cus i was encouraged to yap at length 😔✊

Dream job?

wag nah i'm too outspoken to be that and also not bothered with the body hair maintenance. uhhh real answer i honestly don't know. will get back to you on that

0 pressure tags - @lovelylotusf1 @maaxverstappen @momimf1ne @jusst-you-race @interlvgos @kichona-s @scuderiabs @blueballsracing @amerikate @supercollide @dirchristophernolan @souvenir116 @monacodarling @wanderingblindly @monacotrophywife and whoever wants to play!

#wiz.askbox #tag game #about me #wizrambles.txt

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g1ga-byte · 1 year ago

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If you finish the indigo disk dlc. Any ideas for adding the dlc in some of the AUs.

Ingo and jade au.

Lacey's father is heavily implied to clay so how would she play into this au, as the forth and youngest child of clay.

(Indigo disk spoilers) crispin have crush on Lacey. In the au what would be clay reaction to Lacey bringing her friend Crispin home a boy.

Lycan’s Plight au.

What would ms. Briar and heath study that is important to the Lycan’s Plight au.

Cyrano and the blueberry academy how would it play cyrano a friend of a clavell.

And the blueberry Elite 4

If you finish the indigo disk and know about how briar acted when she saw terapagos in its true form.

Disk guardian au.

Any idea for Geeta after finishing the dlc like the tera crystal tree, crystal pool, the blueberry academy tera core and crystal cubes.

Yes! I have finished the DLC and I can finally let the brainrot start! So, here are some ideas I have thus far!

Jade and Ingo:

Lacey is a nice welcome to this crazy family! And the fact she has an Excidrill too further cements my headcanon that Clay gifts his children with Drilburs as a starter! The DLC proved Clay is a scary man when it comes to his daughters, so the threats at Ingo is justified, so with poor lil’ Crispin, he would keep a sharp eye on him, albeit not as aggressive- he’s only a boy. Also, I headcanon that Jade made Lacey her hair pins, since she owns a small jewelry shop.

Lycan’s Plight AU:

With the DLC characters, I want tp make their own story within this unverse, but with little interaction (still under construction). I mentioned that this AU was inspired heavy from Planet of thr Apes reboot movies, so maybe Blueberry Academy may be a tech school with a biology study of the werewolves and maybe looking to “strip the savage nature” of the beast want to make them more human(?). If I want to pull more from my inspiration (at this point copying lol), what if they were developed a “curse” to make the werewolves “human”, but in actuality it a virus that could either kill or mutate humans to wolves (inspired by Turo’s findings and his “expirement” of his son Arven, and a little idea from @vixletserenity AU of Celeste).

Cyrano and Clavell have different ideas on this plan and that’s what made him want to leave and help preserve the way the werewolves are, but is unaware of the virus that could endanger human lives. Maybe the BB kids were affected by the virus? Each child would have a different trait of the werewolves, and maybe one of them may lose their ability to speak? As for Briar, she would be on of Cyrano’s assistance, but may have of wanting powers like those of the werewolves(?)… still under development!

Disk Guardian AU:

Ok, I call Geeta on bullshit, she KNEW what that disk was for! I do not believe her when she said she had no idea that CD would open the underdepts. She admits to you that she has gone down to Zero Lab a few times, and the computer speaks when it detect the Indigo Disk is closeby.

Within Terapagos’ pokedex, it reads that this may be the last, surviving Terapagos in Area Zero and that many died from the caveins and other disasters, so for the AU, what if the energy that gave Geeta her powers (and scars) was from the spirit of an Terapagos elder. To give Geeta some backstory, what if she came from a long line of native people who knew of the wonders inside the crater and worshipped the turtles as gods. When Heath and his team wanted to explore the depts, the tribe were against mere people disturbing the holy land, but the Academy and League forced them away to continue the expedition.

The elder turtle tasked Geeta to protect the last child turtle by any means nessesery; her being the last line of defense to protect the baby, and her seeking out “champions” to revive the clan of protectors of Paldea. In a twist, the elder spirit sees the purity of the MC’s heart and that’s why the baby Terapagos chose to go with them, much to Geeta’s disagreement, so she would challange you to prove your worth as a worthy guardian!

These are what I have so far to expand my AUs! I need to revisit these again once my IRL stuff is taken care of and make more art!

#pokémon #pkmn #pokemon #werewolf au #lycan’s plight au

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prju77 · 1 month ago

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The Light Is Green!

The Lord says to you today,

“My beloved, It’s time for you to Go! Don’t look back or stay sitting at the red light. Move forward with the green light I have given you.

There’s a new wind that I am bringing to move you forward in the right direction, that will feel like a breeze, gliding you into the narrow way, the straight and perfect path that I have you on.

I know it has felt like you have been on the amber light for so long. Pausing, waiting, growing, listening to voice and trying to make sense of what I have been doing. Now you will begin to see and understand as you move forward into the plans I have for you. I want you to SEE the acceleration of the new season, FEEL the acceleration and GO with it! Don’t try to halt it. Go forward into it even if it feels scary or you feel unsure.

GO with the plans I have given you and don’t look back!

I have given you all you need to go in this new direction. I want you to trust and believe that you are equipped and that you don’t need to have all the answers. I want you to feel free to go into the new plans and purposes that I have placed within you. Trust me, move with me and GO!”

Activation: If you are unsure about the plans you are to step forward in, spend some time with the Lord and ask Him what is the first step you need to make to ‘go’. Write down the steps and pray:

Lord, thank you that you have equipped me to go forward into the plans and purposes you have given me. I ask you to take the uncertainty, fear and hesitation and fill me with faith. I ask you to help me to move forward in boldness, courage and with great joy and to see, hear, sense and feel the movement of this season so that I do not stay stagnant. Help me to go on the new journey you have me on, in partnership with you, for the building of your kingdom. In Jesus name, Amen.

Matthew 28:19-20 (NIV) "Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptising them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age!"

2 Corinthians 5:7 (NKJ) "For we walk by faith, not by sight!"

Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV) "Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight!"

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LABYRINTH

The Witch, as i've said, is inverted Binah on the tree of life, which is inverted saturn, "the black sun". it goes uranus (Daath) into pluto (Kether) into neptune (Chokmah) into saturn (Binah). one could say this is the most fundamental expression of the holy trinity. uranus = source, pluto = father, neptune = son, binah = holy spirit. saturn is exalted in libra and fallen in aries. each planet has a feminine and masculine state, which is the planet in its fall and its exaltation respectively. in Labyrinth i'm exploring the origin of The Witch, inverted saturn, end point of the holy trinity, and fallen and exalted uranus, Orchid and Xavier. uranus is fallen in taurus and exalted in scorpio. uranus, pluto, and neptune are the "metaphysical" planets, and saturn is like the birthing point between the metaphysical and physical, separation, "time". the womb.

as humans we seem to have a rigid idea of feminine and masculine due to physicality, but literally all gender is at the deepest level is polarity. feminine = down. masculine = up. feminine = dark. masculine = light. feminine = unconscious. masculine = conscious. etc. for example, when we think of venus we're programmed to think "feminine planet!" and when we think of mars we're programmed to think "masculine planet!" but all planets have polarity, so both are both feminine and masculine. venus is actually lucifer in its masculine state and dawn in its feminine state: "the light-bringer, the morning star". while, for example, taurus (fixed earth) and scorpio (fixed water) are a polarity, planets have polarity.

upon conception of Orchid, who is born of a flower, the immediate inversion occurred, which was The Witch, the end point, or inversion, of saturn, which is fallen in aries, the beginning. this creates the inverted number 4, if you see the path on the tree of life depicted above. up through uranus to pluto across to neptune across to saturn. from Orchid came Xavier, who is her polarity. between them is the 6 days of creation resting on the 7th, the seed of life. so they're the seed of life personified and split in half. The Witch traps Orchid in her womb, in the seed, and the story is about the birthing process, in order for Orchid to find Xavier physically, and Xavier to find Orchid physically. this is why The Witch is the ultimate inversion - because she is uranus, source, into saturn, time, inverted. the original split between Orchid and Xavier mean they're the ultimate polarity incarnate, at opposite ends of the universe, with The Witch inbetween them. The Witch creates The Labyrinth, or The Slaughterhouse (as is told in Gingerbread, the physical manifestation of her home, of the trials that are needed to go through for Tamsin and Thomas to unite). it's her own body. scary stuff.

time is density, it's the measurement between one thing vs another. all things here that exist have always in fact existed. all energy that's here now has always in fact existed. what's changed is density. as source has "evolved" it's become more complex, more dense, more physical. there are more and more and more splits. these splits are souls streams, or egos, individuated into subjectivity. but all soul streams, or egos, originated from the same place, which is source. it's said that Chaos first created Gaia and from Gaia came Uranus because uranus is inverted in this understanding. it's cyclical. in fact Chaos is uranus (source), Gaia (earth, manifestation) comes from uranus, and ends back in and as uranus at the point of release in totality. as in, manifestation returning back to void, or earth returning back to source. everything is fundamentally source, or uranus, or self, split. the ultimate split is the first split. it goes self - time, physicality, definition, creation, etc - self. in Labyrinth i'm exploring self: Orchid - ultimate inversion of time: The Witch - self: Xavier. imagine the entire universe is between you and your other half and it's a labyrinthine slaughterhouse, and literally The Witch's body. really scary stuff.

this song might make more sense to you now, little bitch :p

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i'm also exploring the origin story of The Huntsman in Labyrinth. uranus is fallen in taurus, the densest point of the entire zodiac, as i wrote about before. The Witch is absolutely inverted Orchid and The Huntsman is absolutely inverted Xavier. so, Orchid is The Witch's original daughter, and Xavier is The Huntsman's original son. remember how i talked about reincarnation in another post? well, because all things are actually occurring simultaneously in this eternal moment of here and now, we're actually living our past, present and future lives concurrently. that's why Judgement is the beginning of the end. it's "nah no more separation, no more splitting, no more recycling, no more chances - u need to sort yourself out now, in this lifetime, because the universe is becoming too dense, and you're not releasing yourself properly, you're not helping source expand... try having some ego deaths while you're in the physical because otherwise you won't opt into reincarnation again because it would be too hellish for you next time". that's the "ALchemical halt!" i wrote about in my Libra poem. when time halts you need to face it.

think of everything we interact with as keys either locking us or unlocking us. the end of taurus IS the key because it's the first and final test. it IS entrapment or release. and that's dependent on how much we resist it, how dense our creation is, and what amount of pain we're willing to go THROUGH to get through and release, alchemise ourselves, our physicality. that's why ego death is so important. it's choosing to go into the end which is the beginning through embracing our pain rather than resisting it. so Orchid is uranus as its fallen state of taurus exalted, the beginning of the end, and Xavier is uranus as its exalted state of scorpio fallen, the end of the beginning. inbetween them is all physicality, The Witch, from who comes The Huntsman, which is uranus inverted in its masculine, which is total powerlessness. determinism embodied, like how from Chaos comes Gaia comes Uranus who is castrated by Cronus. The Huntsman is forced to simply watch and not interact with The Witch's body, which is everything in existence, except Orchid and Xavier who are self and self split in two, the original split.

Orchid and Xavier are essentially channeling themselves into and as all other main female and male characters respectively as the original split. The Witch and The Huntsman the same for the inversions, the parents of the main characters. but because everything manifested is individuated all main characters are still unique soul streams/beings/egos, but underpinning them are Orchid and Xavier, who are the original split between self and self. The Witch is the embodied reactor (determinism), The Huntsman is the disembodied reactor (ultimate determinism), and Orchid and Xavier are self (free will) interacting with self (ultimate free will) through other, which is creation, which is The Witch's body, so The Labyrinth, which condenses down to The Slaughterhouse. like how Alcaeus must choose to release to be born from Aster, Xavier must choose to find Orchid to be born. Aster and Alcaeus are the exalted or ideal manifestation of beginning and end, but they're separate, isolated, physically at opposite ends of the universe as polarity as themselves. Orchid and Xavier are literally self and self, total equals, with all of existence between them as creation as The Witch's body which is NOT them. that's the difference. Tamsin and Thomas are already together from conception and are born together physically which is why they face the journey of going into The Slaughterhouse through The Labyrinth (The Witch's House through The Tangled Wood) physically in density - it's the most literal and condensed and physical telling of the same tale Orchid and Xavier and Aster and Alcaeus experience.

i'm still figuring all this out so i apologise if anything seems off or inconsistent. i will fit everything together properly in time.

Aurelia and Aurelius are forcibly separated by The Judge and The Oracle which is why Aurelius must go and find her through The Desert (desolation) into The Oven (the hardest point) into The Cave (the belly of the beast) and through into the light, back to his origins. Tamsin and Thomas are gemini and sagittarius, which is the releasing of spring (aries and taurus, Rose and Ruby) and autumn (libra and scorpio, Scythe and Axel), and Aurelia and Aurelius are virgo and pisces, which is the releasing of summer (cancer and leo, Claudia and Aster) and winter (capricorn and aquarius, Henry and Alcaeus). that's why they're two sets of twins. Aster and Alcaeus are "technically" mother and son, the star/source and man/creation, leo and aquarius. Orchid and Xavier are literally self and self in female and male embodiments, uranus fallen and exalted.

The Witch has trapped Orchid inside her Oven (womb) and Xavier is at the other end of the universe, just outside The Labyrinth. he must go through The Labyrinth, The Slaughterhouse, The Witch's body, to find Orchid at the centre. Helios, the sun, in Chequerboard, gives life to The Labyrinth - creation - after Xavier reaches the core to find Orchid, the other half of himself, in Labyrinth. the light is released and can get through to the rest of existence, which is Helios' role. before he was trapped AS self, because Orchid and Xavier were apart. when Xavier unites himself with Orchid, separation, time, dissolves, and Orchid and Xavier become the living embodiments of self and self through other, which is the universe, metaphysically birthing life from the physical. they are therefore aware as all other male and female characters and experience their journeys back to each other time and time again in order to keep expanding. Helios sits at the core of The Labyrinth, completely whole, giving light, and pulling in Acacia, waiting for Judgement, the end (he waits just 1 moment which is his own free will, his release), so that the beginning can come when she reaches him.. Apotheosis and Paradise. that's why The Witch announces Judgement when Acacia jumps into The Chasm - it is the moment that Xavier reaches and unites with Orchid, and so the moment Helios is released and burns The Witch up from inside out. she has incarnated as Rose's mother (and The Huntsman has incarnated as Ruby's father), and is aware of what's going on under the earth because she is the earth itself, saturn, Binah, the womb, inverted. she screams out her absolute hate for all, for herself, and then is annihilated eternally by fire. all those who jumped into The Chasm before Acacia and turned into apparitions didn't reach the core, and therefore Orchid and Xavier as the original split of self and Helios as self isolated, the sun, because The Witch slaughtered them.

JUNGLE

could there be someone even more evil than The Witch? well, there is, and her name is The Spider. she is the weaver of time, the inverted 0 point of air, the fool in the tarot. the first inversion. you could say she is the free will that "creates" all things, both absolute evil and absolute good. she weaves into the fabric of herself all potentials and outcomes, knowing exactly what she is creating for others as herself, but she doesn't care. she is pure spite, pure disregard, pure cruelty. she is the mother who creates the body of another being knowing that it will suffer and die because of her. because she chose to reproduce from herself. and she is the first mother. as such, she has total knowledge of the universe, and it's her nature to go ahead and create anyway, because she can do nothing else - but she has free will. what do we know about free will though? everyone has it. all that come from her determine their own fate. she can just foresee. it makes her very angry that others have free will, because she knows that her purest "creations", or splits, will ultimately reach Paradise with just a fraction of her strife. imagine the agony of a mother who knows that her children are better than her, but who wants to be better than them.

this is getting complicated for me to separate out and explain so pls bear with me. while the first soul split in half is Orchid and Xavier, uranus fallen and exalted, and their separation and unity is Helios who is the first light, the sun, trapped and released, and the lightest being in existence who is given form as she is pulled into Helios, into The Chasm, is Acacia, the moon... the first soul in its complete feminine state is Psyche, who is total awareness of all things, exalted 0 point of air, the fool in the tarot. The Spider is Psyche's inversion.

the first soul in its complete masculine state is Archer, who is also total awareness of all things, exalted 0 point of air, the fool in the tarot. The Architect is Archer's inversion.

The Architect is Daedalus, the "carpenter" who creates Rose's acacia wood door upon The King's request. he's masculine structuring, the framework, or blueprints, for existence. Archer is Icarus, his "son", Eros/Christ incarnate. as you might remember, little bitch, my series was originally centred around Acacia, Icarus and The Minotaur. that's still fundamentally the case but i'm making it more complex.

The Spider creates her body, and thus existence, as The Witch. Once Xavier unites with Orchid and Helios is released and burns up The Witch, who is The Spider's physicality, and Acacia jumps into The Chasm, this chain reaction triggering Judgement, and The Witch's scream is heard, Orchid and Xavier become whole, one, but are still separate - these are Psyche and Archer. Psyche has been watching everything transpire for eternity, feeling literally everything because she is literally everything, trapped at the core of everything, The Spider's web, in The Witch's womb.

upon the physical destruction of The Witch and thus the start of Judgement, Psyche is released from The Witch's womb and materialises outside Rose's castle's front door. Orchid is now aware as her. she has dissolved and integrated into her physically as her physicality. at the same moment, Archer materialises at the outer edge of The Wild, on The Beach, with The Sea stretching infinitely outwards and all around. Xavier is now aware as him. he has dissolved and integrated into him physically as his physicality. as i said, Orchid and Xavier are the first split between self and self and so they experience themselves as all other fundamental exalted splits as they unite, the primary split being Psyche and Archer, who they physically integrate with. Psyche and Archer are self and self manifested separately as wholes but apart, 1 + 1 = 2. to clarify, these are still isolated consciousnesses as soul streams, so Orchid and Psyche and Xavier and Archer have their own unique awareness, or egos. the difference is that Psyche becomes physically embodied with Orchid's awareness inside her, driving her to find Archer, and Archer becomes physically embodied with Xavier's awareness inside him, driving him to find Psyche. that is how Orchid and Xavier fulfil their purpose of uniting all splits within existence.

The World is actually an enclosed circular island which takes the shape of an eye. The Chasm is the pupil, The Underworld is the lens, Hell is the vitreous, Civilisation is the iris, The Wild is the ring around the iris, The Beach into The Sea is the sclera.

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you might be disappointed to hear that Orchid and Xavier don't have sex when they reach each other. rather, they experience something akin to what Aurelius experiences in The Cave just before he materialises outside The Palace's front door, and Tamsin and Thomas experience in The Witch's House just before they materialise outside The House's door, but even more powerful. it's "the big bang", the first awareness of self, after an eternity of entrapment and enmeshment. there were no definite boundaries, just a universe-wide flesh house which was The Witch, and it was the agony of being alone that caused Orchid and Xavier to find each other and unite. the closer they got to each other the brighter and hotter Helios became, until they achieved the equivalent of true love's first kiss, Helios was released, and everything exploded. The Witch, The Spider's body, is incinerated from inside out, she is annihilated by fire, and The Spider continues to experience all as herself, as her own flesh. Psyche has been aware of everything for all eternity, like The Spider, but she is the air that breathes rather than the sword that cuts. she feels all the agonies that The Spider and The Witch do up to the point when The Witch combusts, but then, rather than being annihilated by fire for eternity until Apotheosis and Paradise, she, again, materialises outside Rose's castle's front door, with Orchid's soul stream inside her.

one could say that Xavier is the first and final conquerer and Orchid is the first and final one to be conquered. Archer comes from Psyche. it's at the moment that Judgement occurs that he materialises just outside The Wild, on The Beach, outside The Lighthouse's door. at first he has no idea what the fuck is going on. he remembers nothing. but he knows everything is him. he is the fresh, new, untouched awareness that has always existed, now taken shape and form as Christ consciousness, free will, itself, with Xavier inside him, guiding him. Xavier isn't like a separate voice in Archer's head, and Orchid isn't like a separate voice in Psyche's head, rather they're simply there, integrated into their mental, emotional and physical bodies. Orchid is aware that she's inside Psyche and Xavier is aware that he's inside Archer but Psyche doesn't experience Orchid as a separate being and Archer doesn't experience Xavier as a separate being. they are all things in existence in female and male embodiments, afterall. Orchid and Xavier are experienced as like gut feelings, intuition, in Psyche and Archer respectively. Archer feels like he has amnesia, but actually he's just becoming aware of everything through Xavier gradually. conversely, Psyche is already fully aware and remembers everything that happened before, and Orchid is there as a gentle push forwards. Archer becomes aware that he must travel through The Wild to get to his love. (The Lighthouse is appropriately explored in Almanac)

meanwhile, The Architect has materialised in The King's empty dungeon, and he starts screaming and howling in terror and confusion. it is pitch black in there. like Archer he remembers nothing. but there is no Xavier guiding The Architect. he makes enough noise that he's discovered and let out by two servants, a man and a woman, and is taken to The King himself. The King sees absolute genius in him. he knows that this insane man who has suddenly appeared upon Judgement is the key to protecting Rose. The King puts him to work constructing Rose's acacia wood door, and, as i said before, The Architect completes his work perfectly in just one day and night, and the door is fit the next morning at 4am.

ALTAR

The Castle In The Sky is the most literal and condensed manifestation of The World, it's all things in existence conceived of and set into motion by Aster, the star. the star in the tarot is aquarius, and lust in the tarot is leo. the seed of aquarius is inside Aster and the lust of leo is inside Alcaeus. the reason Aster and Alcaeus don't have inversions is because they're metaphysically-physically everything split in two, the "mother" into the "son". there is no separation possible in them, except separation from each other, which is why they experience all the pain and pleasures of creation. The Spider, the mother of the universe inverted, doesn't embrace the pleasures in existence as hers because she despises that there is separation from herself as others who experience just a fraction of her pain and suffering, and she does not want anyone to experience pleasure or wellbeing but herself. her spite and resistance traps her in the deterministic form of The Witch and the rest of creation upon Judgement. she is forced to witness and experience but not interact. she has made her bed, her creation, and now she must lay in it. and she knows everything she will go through before Apotheosis and Paradise, and it's all agonies experienced by all others, all splits of herself as the inverted mother. The Spider hates Psyche the most.

CAULDRON

at the moment that Helios is released and burns up The Witch and Acacia has been drawn into and jumps into The Chasm from the south, Helene and William are making their way to The Chasm from the west and east, and upon hearing The Witch's scream, jump in from opposite ends, not seeing each other because The Chasm is so wide in circumference. they are mercury fallen and exalted. they are the most physical beings in existence, trapped, locked down, utterly agonised by The Witch's disgusting prophesy. they have felt what has been going on and know what they must do: jump into The Underworld, get refracted, and reintegrate with themselves. but they think they're alone. they jump in from opposite ends of The Chasm, and they are metaphysically pulled apart, amalgamating in The Underworld as one consciousness. there they see the most hellish landscape conceivable. they think they're already in Hell. but they do not feel any of the agonies of what they're witnessing, they just bear witness to it all. they watch for all eternity. they see every soul's life from the beginning to the end, to the dawn, and the scenes before them transform into Paradise, and they watch that too. Helios speaks to them at the same time he speaks to Acacia. he tells them they must experience all they've witnessed in order to transmute the physical and bring about Paradise for all. he commands them to jump on the liquid fire trap door underneath them. Helios addresses Helene as Helene and William as William, for they still believe themselves to be individual, separate, and do not know that the other is with them. they jump once, together, separately. they fall into The Labyrinth, into The Slaughterhouse, into tartarus, into Hell.

at this same moment, The Prophet materialises just outside The Wild to the east, to the place on the opposite end of The Lighthouse, where Archer is to make his way through The Wild to get to Psyche in Civilisation. he knows all because he has seen all, from the beginning to the end, into and beyond The Dawn. he knows that Archer is to travel through The Wild to him and tell him The Prophesy in His own words. he knows that Archer is Christ incarnate. he falls to the ground, so heavy from all the burdens of the universe, but does not weep, and waits. The Prophet is mercury inverted, the physical, The World's shadow, completely locked down and trapped, free will and determinism manifested to its absolute. he is William's inversion. Atlas himself. Helene is so pure that she has no inversion.

Helene and William experience Hell in its most dense form, for all eternity, physically working their way through, until they bring about Paradise for all.

the sun is the conscious mind, the moon is the subconscious mind, mercury is the unconscious mind. mercury is what interconnects all of existence. mercury in light = really good. mercury in shadow = really bad.

CLOCKTOWER

upon Judgement, the finest materials, trees and stones and steel, are stripped from the earth from all directions and come together to form The Clocktower, which takes shape just above The Chasm. Sphene and Lucifer are also stripped up from the elements and two perfect physical beings are formed simultaneously. Sphene manifests in The Clocktower's head, and Lucifer manifests in The Clocktower's base. they are venus fallen and exalted. at first, both experience themselves in paradise. they are utterly blissful, immersed in peace, pleasure and wellbeing deeper and more profound than anyone else has yet experienced. but they are alone. as they become increasingly aware, they start to realise they're actually trapped in hell, alone. they are to be slaughtered by The Clocktower on their path to finding each other.

there are no windows or doors in The Clocktower. they are trapped in a mechanical nightmare. gradually both start going completely insane from terror. there is a light in The Clocktower's head, but no light anywhere else inside it. The Clocktower is vast. "it's always darkest before the dawn" is apt here. this shit gets really, really, really dark.

at this same time, The Ticketmaster, the gatekeeper, whose job it is to let people into The Theme Park according to the price they're willing to pay, screams in absolute agony. he is being cracked apart and re-melded inside himself, all his cells turning to molten fire and ice and then reforming. The Ticketmaster is Lucifer's inversion. he is being slaughtered inside himself. this process takes one day and one night and then he is set the next morning at 4am.

The Clocktower faces the west, in the direction of Rose's Kingdom. it rotates slowly anti-clockwise in a complete cycle over the first 6 days of creation. at 4am on Saturday it reaches back to face Rose's Kingdom and STOPS, the start of Apotheosis.... it bellows out 3 chimes, signalling the "three raps on her door", and at 4am on Sunday, it combusts, signalling dawn, Paradise.

ALMANAC

at the core of The Sea is Pearl. she has the pressure of all life and its weight on top of her, all around her. she is the void. at the core of The Sky is Olethros. he is weightless. he is the manifestation. upon Judgement, Olethros starts falling from The Sky, gaining weight and density and complexity, and then hits The Sea as a perfectly formed man. upon Judgement, Pearl starts gaining the ability to move herself, and by the time Olethros hits The Sea, she is a perfectly formed woman. she can breathe underwater. Olethros can't. his impact causes a massive tsunami. he swims to The Beach's shore.

Olethros is the storm personified.

LAKE

Lake is neptune fallen and Walter is neptune exalted. Lake lives in The Lake. she's a kelpie, a water spirit. Walter lives in The Hotel on the 42nd floor. his mother, The Mistress, lives on the 43rd floor, and his father, The Trumpet, lives on the 44th floor. The Trumpet is married to himself which is why his legal wife is called The Mistress. the top three floors where they live are one giant apartment each, separated by a winding staircase.

The Trumpet owns The Theme Park, The Hotel, and The Factory. he is the richest man in The World. upon hearing Judgement, he organises The Event.

he uses Walter as his messenger. he orders Walter to spread the word about The Event, and he does. The Trumpet is incredibly pious and arrogant. one could say he has the biggest ego in The World. Walter is a humble romantic and dreamer, but has a wicked sense of humour. he has so many pressures on his shoulders. he would love to be able to just... release. leak, drain out his worries. be a kid again. he spends a lot of his time in The Theme Park, interacting with the attendees, making sure everything is running smoothly. but he also has a dark and brooding side, and sometimes isolates himself in his apartment, deeply hating his father because of The Factory, The Restaurant, and many other reasons.

The Factory manufactures most of the finest objects in The World. it's also a slaughterhouse. meat is a delicacy in The World and most people can't afford it unless they murder animals themselves. The Restaurant is inside The Theme Park. Walter is a vegan, of course, and an idealist. he wants a world without animal exploitation and murder.

The Queen has The Huntsman transport her victims' bodies to The Restaurant so that they can turn them into hamburgers etc. no one knows about this but The Queen, The Huntsman, The Horde (their horde of torturers), The Trumpet, The Mistress, and Walter. and obviously Pearl (the void), The Spider, Psyche, and Helios. and upon Judgement Orchid, Xavier, Helene, William, and The Prophet also discover it (also others but it's unnecessary for me to go into detail about it rn, like for example Archer finds out about it as he becomes more aware). The Restaurant is the equivalent of McDonald's.

The Theme Park is fucking epic. it has The Restaurant (some vegan options), The Cafe (Walter owns it so it's vegan), The Shop, The Train, The Zoo, The Cinema, The Casino, The Park (rides), The Field (where The Circus will take place), etc.

every winter when The Lake freezes over The Trumpet organises ice skating. now that time has stopped due to Judgement, he's absolutely including this in The Event.

GATE

Lamb is pluto fallen and Knife is pluto exalted. Lamb lives in The Hotel. she's an employee at The Theme Park. so is her mother, The Seer, and her father, The Slaughterman. Knife lives in The Hotel and is an employee at The Factory. so is his father, The Manufacturer. Lamb and Knife had never met each other. but upon Judgement, they do meet. they're standing at The Gate, the entrance to The Theme Park, at the same time, and witness The Ticketmaster's awful screaming and start of his transformation together. in terror they pace to each other, stare at each other and grapple at each other for comfort, and then Lamb goes through The Gate into The Theme Park (the first one through The Gate upon Judgement), and Knife runs to The Factory.

MENAGERIE

The Hotel is The Tower Of Babel and The Theme Park is Babylon. The Trumpet is the personification, and inversion, of The Antichrist. The Ringmaster is the personification, and inversion, of The False Prophet. The Seer is the personification, and inversion, of The Whore Of Babylon. The Circus is the destruction of Babylon. (i'll talk about the dragon in Glass, Jungle and Pandaemonium's sections)

The Prophet, from Cauldron, is John, who wrote The Book Of Revelation. The Prophet ≠ The Ringmaster, who is the false prophet, who convinces people to worship The Trumpet, who is the antichrist.

The Event is going to be so fun.

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MY UPRISING, MY KINGDOM, MY MOST ASTRONOMICAL EVENT SINCE I CREATED TIME

btw, you know how much of a SJW faggot someone is by the exact about they resist and demonise Trump and what he represents (literally Judgement, he's The Trumpet).

JUNGLE

it takes Archer one day and one night to make it through The Wild from The Beach to where The Prophet is waiting, still seated in the same place, to receive His Word. he gets there at 4am, 24 hours after he materialised outside The Lighthouse. by this point Archer knows that The Prophet is waiting for him to arrive. Archer, exhausted, collapses on the ground in front of The Prophet. he speaks His Word to him. The Prophet goes into The Mountains (Mount Sinai), and records Archer's Word on an emerald stone tablet that materialised upon Judgement. The Prophet takes the stone tablet down The Mountains through The Desert to The Town. there he presents it to The People. he says that Archer, Christ himself, has come, and given The Prophet His Word.

The Mayor, Kosmos' inversion (will explain in Pandaemonium's sections), is called and he takes the mentally fucked lunatic to The Town Hall with his emerald stone tablet. meanwhile, Archer has gone straight through The Mountains, through Scythe's Kingdom, across The Mines, north into Henry's Kingdom. he's making his way to Rose's Kingdom, guided internally by Xavier. he's becoming more and more aware as time goes on.

The Mayor locks the The Town Hall's door with just he and The Prophet inside plus his emerald stone tablet. he is wary and thinks The Prophet is probably just completely insane. The Prophet carefully explains everything. The Mayor doesn't believe him. he takes The Prophet to a room inside The Town Hall (The Interview Room) and locks him inside it but takes his emerald stone tablet. The Prophet, so heavy with all the knowledge of existence from the beginning to the end and beyond, and now rejection from The Mayor, and loss of his emerald stone tablet, drops to the floor and goes catatonic. separation from his stone tablet feels like his body, his soul, has been ripped in half. because it has. and now the distance between him and his emerald stone tablet is increasing because The Mayor is taking it further and further away.

GLASS

"I am the beast at the bottom of the well I am the one who must ring the bell."

upon Judgement, after Helene and William jump into The Chasm and amalgamate and view all of time and then jump through the liquid fire trap door at Helios' command, Zephyr materialises as the result, and climbs up out of The Chasm. simultaneously The Dragon also materialises and flies up out of The Chasm. The Dragon is Zephyr's inversion, an actual dragon, The Beast itself. it flies to The Wild. Zephyr is pure power, pure ice, the most energy-dense thing in existence, only paralleled by The Dragon (same ice in larger body) and Rapture (fire).

at this same moment, Cenote is formed from the purest water in The Cenote, which is in The Mines. she swims up and climbs out of the water. simultaneously The Unicorn also forms of the same water and swims up and struggles out of The Cenote and runs away, out of The Mines. The Unicorn is Cenote's inversion.

Cenote is the purest innocence. pure intuition. water itself. Esmerelda from The Hunchback Of Notre Dame.

she sits on the side of The Cenote, her birth place, and thinks and feels about what to do next.

PANDAEMONIUM

Iris is saturn fallen and Kosmos is saturn exalted. they live in The Wild, in two respective villages on opposite ends of The Wild, Iris to the west and Kosmos to the east.

The Dragon flies to The Wild and starts burning everything up with its scary fire. who can tame it? sounds like a job for a resident of The Wild, Kosmos. Lord Of The Flies by William Golding is my favourite book and Kosmos is representative of Simon.

i’ve decided The World’s name is The Chrysalis.

^ snek. The Snake also features in Pandaemonium's story. there is a multitude of animals in Slaughterhouse's Bell, such as The Boar, The Wolf, The Snake, The Fox, The Bear, The Lamb, The Heifer, The Cockerel, The Whale, The Dolphin, The Crab, The Goat, and more.

COMPASS

Forest is mars fallen and Jasper is mars exalted. Forest lives in The Forest with her tribe. they're a small group of hunter-gatherers. her father is The Shepherd, her inversion. he's an asshole who hunts and murders innocent animals and also keeps a flock of sheep in The Valleys. Forest does everything she can to prevent him from going out on hunts, begging and pleading and sobbing, but he does not listen to her. Jasper lives in a settlement near The Mines, working hard to mine gems, but feels curiously guilty about it. almost like he's violating the caves by taking their gems. he's very diligent, long-sighted, and expansive in thought. but he also has a fiery temper. he's a natural explorer and adventurer.

The River runs through The Wild, through The Valleys, through Rose's Kingdom, through The Forest, through The Tangled Wood, and beyond.

PHOENIX

upon Judgement when Helios burns The Witch up from inside out, her ashes in totality form two archangels: Solace and Rapture. they both have wings so can fly. Solace's body forms out of The Witch's ashes at where the spire of The Clocktower is to form, and Rapture's body forms out of The Witch's ashes under where The Clocktower is to form. they watch and feel the process of The Clocktower coming together between them. it's Rapture's job to hold it up above The Chasm, and it's Solace's job to keep him sane.

preliminary timeline of Judgement:

Orchid and Xavier unite; Helios is released; pulls Acacia into The Chasm, triggers Judgement; The Witch is burned and announces Judgement; Helene and William jump into The Chasm, witness all of time, jump through liquid fire trap door into Hell; Solace and Rapture form simultaneously from The Witch's ashes; Zephyr, Cenote, The Dragon, and The Unicorn form simultaneously from The Huntsman's ice; Zephyr climbs out of The Chasm and The Dragon flies out of The Chasm while The Clocktower is being formed; Psyche materialises outside Rose's castle's front door and Archer materialises outside The Lighthouse's door; Rapture holds up The Clocktower

my mind is getting pretty fucked from all this so i need to take time to let it all sink in and add, rearrange or change anything that needs to be added, rearranged or changed.

#Youtube

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tinofall · 5 months ago

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spam t, the father, the son, and the holy spirit

spam t. Scary t. And TODD, all remind me of the father, the son, and thhe holy spirit. In which these three thingns can and do coexist. They all are, in a sense, god of the pipeline. Each one died, each one comes back, each one will become the destitute god of nietherdeath in every reality, but they arent connected, spam t. Is not scary. T, or todd, but they all are still god if the pipeline

spam t. Is the father

todd is the son

and scary t. Is the holy spirit

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tj-van-heerden · 5 months ago

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God is real.

God the almighty, our loving Father, is a real person. He is Deity and is a spirit. God the Father is really sitting on his throne in Heaven, in the spirit world. The Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, is real. He is also Deity, because his Father is Deity, and He is also a spirit. He is really sitting on the right hand of the Father. Jesus loved us so much that He gave his life in a terrible suffering on the cross so that we may have forgiveness of our sins through his blood. The Holy Spirit is also real. The Holy Spirit, the Spirit of God, goes out from God. The Holy Spirit really lives in the true Christians.

God really loves us, his creations, and He sent out the Good News of repentance from sin and faith in the Lord Jesus Christ into the world. How you react to this Good News (Gospel) really makes the difference between Heaven and Hell. Heaven is a real place, and Hell is a real place in the spirit world. When you die, your spirit body with your soul in it really lives on. It is only your physical body that dies. You really live on, either in Heaven or in Hell. Hell is a very very scary place of torment and suffering and punishment, where Satan and his demons are, as well as all the people that went to Hell when they died. You never get out of Hell and you can never see and experience the love of God in Heaven. You are for ever separated from the love of God.

I write this because I am in agreement with the love of God for all people. He does not want anybody to go to Hell, and that is why his Son died a terrible death on the cross, so that people may be forgiven of their sins and go to Heaven. Please repent of your sins and turn to God to serve Him, and turn away from your sins and ask God to forgive you in the Name of Jesus. Ask Him that the blood of Jesus cleanses you from the guilt of your sinful life. Sin means falling short of loving God and obeying Him with all your heart and mind, and loving people as yourself. That means that we all need the blood of Jesus to be able to approach the living God. Turn away from your sins when you are forgiven, and live a life serving God in righteousness and holiness before Him, and then you will receive the Holy Spirit to enable you and guide you in the Christian life.

God really won't force anyone to obey the Good News. God gave people complete free will, so your future is in your own hands. You have to make the decision yourself.

I am not writing this to scare you into becoming a Christian, but Hell is much more scary than this, and the love of God our Father in Heaven is so wonderful, that I cannot help writing this message. Please make sure that you will go to Heaven when you die. It could be tomorrow in a car accident or some other way. Make your decision now. Now is the time for forgiveness and turning to God.

The point is that all of this is real.

#God is real

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meteorsage · 7 months ago

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When I was younger, I watched superhero cartoons religiously. And coincidentally, Hannah-Barbera had released a line of popular Bible-stories on VHS

Theology in 1997

Central

An unknowable transcendent deity who we only even talk about from the implied existence of creation. Can turn off the game whenever she wants

The Creator

The Father, also called "the creator" for his role in the Creation Story

The Holy Spirit, also called "the Companion", is who was over the waters before there was form, and is who The Father was talking to during the Creation Story

The Son, is not mentioned in the Creation story but since someone divine had no problems walking on Regular Earth I think this was who spoke to Adam

Antagonism

The concept of evil and decay: a by-product of existence that could only be reduced through personal responsibility, which requires sapience; like asking a Person to stop casting a shadow VS asking a Boulder

It is not outside the Central figure

The Devil, which speaks and acts in opposition to the narrative of The Creator but he also works for them

Major Prophets

Moses, the law-giver

Elijah, the clap-backer

Jonah, because of the subnautical adventure

Daniel, not because of the lions but beceuse he told Nebuchadnezzar to stop appropriating Jewish Culture (there was a PowerPoint Presentation)

Minor Prophets

The rest of them. There's a lot of dudes in there & most of them don't even have specials or finishers

Historical Period

The home team lost too many matches & now all the coaches are Akkadian

Babylonian

Persian

The Persian managers are trying to set up a trade with the Hellenic league and

Sorry, that league has been taken over by the Romans. They are insistent on their standard and are not interested in "trading"

New Testament

The guy from the Creation Story, the "people person"? He's back

No, but like, Again

Historical Period

The cult I was in taught us that Europe had no wars because all of its kings were Christian and European

This does not align with History, Kings, Christianity, or Europeans

Awebo miss, ¿y todo esto que? 🌎🌍🌏

Age of Atom

Atom, esoteric yet accessible. Existential threat

Creation, has become creator. Is too immature to take care of itself

Ours is a new world made out of the old. And every new world comes with monsters

The presence of monsters creates the requirement for the presence of heroes

Antagonist is the monsters, who I was told were victims too

So maybe it makes sense that the same God who would give the Prophet Elijah powers of Flexibility, Invisibility, Earthquakes, and Flying Fire

Could have, in our scary times, split those powers up between four people who ventured close to heaven, so that while they might not be prophets they can still protect their city

They might not be holy, but they're still Fantastic

I might be why the church I grew up in suppressed superhero media

"Re-enlightenment"

Per the cult: "Global Warfare and Telecomms Tech prove we are the 'Last Generation' and have been for 40 years!"

This is why Sheila, who tried to sell my mom Avon in the parking lot, needs to Review your Birthday and Study your Chakras

Sunday School teacher that's said "resist your nature" to kids when who were acting up, but never to the kids with light hair

"Oh and don't consume pop culture or hang out with people who do! 🤭"

This is also where my love for whimsigoth aesthetic started. Maybe because it was the 90s, maybe because one of the kids was nice to me.

She wore Candid cologne, listened to Siouxsie and the Banshees, and Enya; She taught me the revolutionary history of France through her comic book collection, and how to waltz to "There is a light that never goes out"

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teddyniffler · 10 months ago

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Merlin in Defeat

Chapter 4

A loud clang sounded behind Alfred’s throne. Everybody turned to the source of the sound but it was just the Pagan, the godless heathen had appeared to have dropped his walking aid. He was swaying slightly, trying to keep his footing. A guard moved forwards and took his arm to hold him steady as he reached down and picked up the aid, placing it back under the young man’s arm. The guard moved back as the son of Ragnar stood again on his own, the people in the crowd turned their attention back to the king. Alfred carried on without showing any reaction to the noise. He knew what it was, but he also knew Hvitserk hadn’t fallen over, so he carried on as if the interruption had never happened, as instructed to by his grandfather, as king he always needed to keep his composure. The crowd started talking to each other again, a few of them called out. Alfred answered them, but for Hvitserk his head was spinning around everything he had just heard.

Ubbe. A Christian.

The same magic that had turned Uncle Rollo from his own gods had been inflicted upon Ubbe too. Hvitserk remembered the stories Floki told him and his brothers when they were younger. How they used to huddle together as Floki told them scary stories of an invisible god coming down from the sky to remove good men’s chances of getting to Valhalla and corrupting them, turning them into mindless people. Rollo had agreed to go along with the Christian’s initiation ritual, he had meant it as a joke, but as Floki warned, there was no joke with the Christ god. He got you every time, no matter how strong a man you thought you were, the Christ god would get you.

The Christ god had come for Rollo that day and claimed him for his own. The gods then removed their favour away from Rollo and cursed him, he left their religion shortly after to marry the princess of Francia, who further poisoned his mind to the Christ god. In the end, Rollo wasn’t the same Rollo that Floki knew anymore, he was a Christian.

Hvitserk remembered being a small boy, he had left his bed one night and walked into the halls, his father and Athelstan were talking about the Christian religion. Athelstan told his father how the holy spirit was called down and how it entered people’s bodies, filling them with 'Grace', whatever that was, his father was hanging onto Athelstan's every word, but for Hvitserk it had scared him, he had crept back to his bed too scared to sleep in case the Christ god got him, Aslaug had found him still awake hours later and she had raged at Ragnar that night, he didn’t remember what was said but she had vowed to keep her children away from Athelstan’s influence from that moment.

Ubbe must have also angered their gods. He and Ivar had been updated on Ubbe’s quest when they had returned home. Ubbe had set out on untruths, his boat most likely sunk and lost at sea. Hvitserk remembered how distant Ubbe was with him, even though he came back to their side, he wouldn’t even look at his little brother. Ubbe loved him, yet he didn’t even welcome Hvitserk back, he never showed concern at his poor health. He didn’t care when Bjorn lit the pyre to burn him alive. Was this why? His real brother had been long gone, taken over by the Christ god as Floki had always warned, a Christian imposter had returned wearing Ubbe’s face.

Hvitserk’s eyes burned, so he blinked, the lights from the fires now dancing over the walls, it was very warm in here with so many people all gathered together. He was very aware of Queen Elsewith still watching him every so often.

Hvitserk kept thinking. Was the new fake Ubbe send to spy on them for the Christians? Amma once mentioned to him she was sure the Christians had sent a spy in the form of Magnus, who was said to be their half brother, but he had been killed, possibly by the gods, but what if he were not the spy after all, what if it had been Ubbe all along? Did Bjorn also join the Christian faith?

His mind raced over his thoughts. Ivar had told him their brother had poisoned Hvitserk’s mind against him, at the time Hvitserk didn’t know what to think, but now looking back, his older brothers encouraged him to get revenge on Ivar. Was Bjorn and Ubbe hoping the two younger brothers killed each other? A way to kill the two brothers who had remained Pagan. It all made terrible sense to him, the Christians had infiltrated Kattegat without anybody suspecting a thing, and it was all Alfred’s doing.

“- Taxes for the boats, however with Mercia also, the tax will not be very high, I shall also use funds from Wessex, as this is an expense we should all contribute too, all who can. The safety of our people is a priority, I will retire and get back to you all with the exact amount. That brings the Witan to a close”

Alfred stood and people started to walk out, now talking about ways to raise funds for defenses against Vikings, however a few were talking about Hvitserk still.

Alfred breathed in relief as he turned around, Witans were always difficult but today’s was even harder. It was never a popular topic of raising taxes to pay for things, but even worse trying to convince a room full of Lords and members of the church to trust a Pagan they had just been fighting against.

Alfred glanced at Hvitserk, there was something not quite right with his face. He looked preoccupied and troubled, clearly not meeting Alfred’s eyes but he also looked angry, cold rage in those green eyes. Alfred gave himself a moment to think of what he needed to say next to Hvitserk, knowing it could overwhelm him.

“Let us go someplace a little quieter” Alfred told him. Hvitserk looked up at last, in the light by the fire he looked pale and Alfred found himself feeling concerned for him, he had never been out of his bed for this long since he was injured, was he feeling faint from being on his feet for this amount of time? Alfred would have one of his servants bring some wine to his private room.

Alfred smiled at Elsewith

“Are you coming too my love?” He asked her.

“I will join you for a little while” She replied. She had only been around Hvitserk a few times and was curious about him. She was still wary about him, still not ready just yet to trust him. She needed to be the level headed one, Alfred was too merciful for his own good and the Pagans before had taken this to their advantage, she would not allow it to happen here. She knew what Alfred was going to tell Hvitserk, but she wanted to see his reaction.

She noticed yet again how smaller he was compared to his brothers, who were all much broader than he. Standing there in proper clothing that fitted his form, she could see he was tall but thin to the point she wondered how he could even raise a sword with such lean arms, his physique was nothing like that of a Northman.

She had rarely spoke to him, and when she was around to see him, he was so silent all the time, just nodding in agreement to Alfred or speaking only when he had too, but those green eyes of his watched everything. She knew he was watchful, she guessed he were just as smart as his brothers so his silence was worrying. However, he also looked lost, as if he had only just realized the severity of his situation. None of his people were here, he would never see any of them again and he would never leave these shores.

To a Viking, raiding must be exciting to the point it was addictive in a sickening way, but now he had lost everything he held dear, including any loved one waiting for him. That was his true punishment, to know his cruel ways had led himself here. Alfred might not be punishing him, believing the Pagan needed to be guided, but she felt his fate here was punishment enough.

Alfred walked into a room not too far from the throne room, two guards stood outside, they didn’t move as Hvitserk walked passed them, he was starting to get used to the sight of Wessex guards scattered around, although seeing them still made his fight/flight response kick in. The room looked cosy enough, it had a table along one side and a fire roaring at the other, however it was small enough that the heat from the flames reached the table.

“Please take a seat” Alfred said, taking the top seat himself while waving his hand at the chair to the side of him. Elsewith sat opposite Hvitserk as he slowly lowered himself into the chair, feeling a slight burn in his upper leg as he sat on one of his cuts. He had never been so close to the both of them since the day he was captured and they had came to see him in the king’s tent, he wasn’t sure what to do, he wanted to avoid both of their eyes, so he looked at the table.

“I believe now is a good time to tell you of my long time intentions for you” Alfred said in a soft voice, he had noticed Hvitserk wasn’t looking at either of them, his shoulders slightly raised. Alfred had talked to him enough times now to tell when the Pagan was feeling uneasy, and Alfred wanted to reassure him.

“When your brothers came here, it was for refuge on the land my grandfather promised you and I give them that land, even though my grandfather had no authority to grant it. Around three thousand Danes settled on the land thanks to Ubbe’s intervention. He and I spoke about how East Anglia would be ruled, Bjorn wished to return home rather than stay in East Anglia, and shortly Ubbe decided it wasn’t within him to stay either, he could not accept my offer to stay. Since then East Anglia has remained under the rulership of Wessex and Mercia, this is where you come in.

East Anglia is both occupied by Saxons and Danish settlements and many have since mixed together, the people there live side by side mostly in harmony, but when your people came, some joined in the battle lead by you and Ivar. Many of them were killed, I have since issued an order among the Danes that they must convert to Christianity if they wish to remain here. I need somebody there in East Anglia to rule the people and to protect England from more Viking invasions should they come. Your father’s reputation holds strong among all nations of Scandinavia and you can speak great English, just like your brothers. You will be the voice for both our people, I wish for you to rule in East Anglia, you will be their king and you will aid Wessex and Mercia whenever the need arrives. You will help to protect the land and its people from the very threat you brought here. Do you understand”

Hvitserk sat stunned.

A king? Him?

He never imagined himself as a king, he always thought it would be Bjorn or Ubbe who would be king one day, never him. He didn’t know the first thing about ruling, he never wanted to be a leader, he always looked to somebody else to lead, even Ivar who was younger than him.

Alfred glanced at Hvitserk, the other man’s expression was very telling even if he were staring at the table. Alfred had no doubt as to what he was thinking.

“I will teach you how to be a good king, you do not need to fear. That is why I wanted you at the Witan today, and all to follow. I will learn you everything I know myself and I learned from my grandfather.”

Alfred paused. He had noticed Hvitserk’s hands were fidgeting with each other, there was no doubt he looked uneasy.

“I also hope that we can grow to become friends and allies” Alfred said, he meant it too, he didn’t wish to hold this son of Ragnar as a prisoner, so far Hvitserk had done little to make Alfred think he woudn’t cooperate. He was a little quiet, slow to answer questions, but he eventually did, Alfred also found him likeable and knew if only the other man would open up, they could be no reason why they couldn’t be friends.

Alfred waited, but Hvitserk still didn't speak. Alfred wondered if he should now tell Hvitserk the other thing he needed to tell him, it would fit to tell him now but the other man was already looking horrified at being told he would be a king one day.

Alfred hesitated, Elsewith was catching his eye, expecting him to talk more, but he couldn't just yet as Hvitserk's eyes then met Alfred's own.

Hvitserk had not been expecting Alfred to say that, the king wanted to be his friend? He knew they wasn’t that many years in age between them both, but he had always thought since coming here that Alfred was intimidating with the way he spoke and looked at him, but now Hvitserk wondered if it were just an act. He remembered seeing Alfred next to his father and older brother at York, Hvitserk knew Alfred had a mother too, but all his family had since died, Hvitserk wondered what had happened to them as nobody mentioned them.

Did Alfred also share Hvitserk's sadness and carry the same horror at losing his family too?

He also remembered Alfred’s grandfather, how they had agreed to allow the old man to die peacefully on his own terms, but stuck his body in a tub of water to rot for the Saxons to find. Hvitserk added that to his growing list of things to feel guilty about, at the time it seemed like an excellent idea, a way to break the Saxon’s spirits even without being there in person to do it, he and Ivar found the idea hilarious, Ubbe disagreed in disgust at the both, Sigurd had only smirked, but they still did it to cries of glee.

Now Hvitserk was sitting close enough to reach out and touch that man’s grandson. Alfred was sure to have been among his people when they found his grandfather’s body. Hvitserk’s brothers never found their father’s body from within the snake pit, but if they had, if Ragnar Lothbrok had been found tormented and broken, snake bites all over his body, Hvitserk knew he would have nightmares for life. He would never clear that picture from his mind, so why did they leave the old man in such a state for Alfred to find?

It then struck Hvitserk, he and Alfred had something in common, they had lost everybody from their own family in traumatic ways, but unlike Alfred, Hvitserk was totally alone now, he had nobody.

“Do you agree to this proposal?” Alfred asked him, not sure if Hvitserk had heard him first. Elsewith was watching closely, waiting to see how Hvitserk would answer.

Hvitserk hesitated. So many things were running through his head right now. Ubbe. Bjorn. Ivar. What Alfred was telling him right now. He didn’t know which to process first.

Elsewith glanced at her husband with concern, why wasn’t Hvitserk answering? Was he not in agreeance? It seemed like the son of Ragnar was lost in his own thoughts, his eyes were staring back at the table, his mouth moving slightly.

“Hvitserk?” She asked.

“Yes” Hvitserk said, totally unconvincing. “Of course.”

Elsewith continued looking at him, this son of Ragnar was very odd. She then felt something, maybe a little sympathy for him, perhaps this was just the way he was. She had always imagined the brother who stayed willingly by Ivar the Boneless’ side to be just as cruel as he, but Hvitserk didn’t appear cruel to look at. Right now he didn't look like any danger at all, but she knew otherwise. She knew beautiful angels were often fallen devils.

Hvitserk was saved from any more questions by a knock on the door and a servant came in, carrying a tray. He placed it on the table by Alfred’s side. Hvitserk looked up just in time to meet Elsewith’s eyes, he looked away as Alfred placed a cup in front of him and Elsewith.

“Would you like some wine?” Alfred asked him

“I don’t drink alcohol” Hvitserk mumbled, not wishing to bring up why.

“We have milk if you’d like some of that?” Alfred offered. Hvitserk nodded. A jug of milk was placed in front of Hvitserk, he wasn’t sure if he should help himself or not, he was at a lost for how things worked here. Alfred noticed Hvitserk was sitting looking at the milk as if waiting to be told what to do, Alfred poured himself some wine into his own cup.

“Help yourself” He said, taking back at how unlike Hvitserk was to his brothers, remembering how Bjorn made himself totally at home, spreading himself out to lounge on the stairs in a most offensive way leading up to the throne and often was found helping himself to Alfred’s wine at all hours of the day and night, or how Ubbe would often challenge him as a king, getting too close to his face and throwing axes at him. Hvitserk in comparison was a world away from his brothers, he sat as if tied to the seat and tried to not draw attention to himself. His arms slowly reached out for the milk jug, as if any sudden movement would trigger some kind of attack on him.

“Do you have any questions?” Alfred asked. He was sure Hvitserk had a million things running through his head, he remembered the day he found out he would be chosen as king over Athelred, but at least he had his whole life to come to terms with his destiny, for Hvitserk to be told out of the blue that he would be ruling a small kingdom one day would take some time to absorb that.

“Yeah…” Hvitserk said, he had finished drinking some milk and sat the cup down, looking at the white fluid inside. He seemed to take a moment to gather his worlds.

“Did Ubbe really become a Christian?”

That was not the question Alfred or Elsewith had been expecting.

Elsewith glanced at Alfred suddenly, now would be the best time to tell Hvitserk the important thing they had both decided upon. She knew they had to approach this particular subject very carefully, as to not make Hvitserk angry. Alfred thought for a second on how to best answer this in a sensitive way, but also in a way that would open the conversation up to other important matters. He noticed Elsewith was looking at him, he knew she was also thinking of the other talk they needed to have with Hvitserk, on the matter of his own religion…

“He did yes, he was baptized along with Torvi while staying here, their situation was delicate and mine even more precarious. My standing as king was not safe, I was facing serious assassination attempts and a coup, then your brothers came to me seeking refuge. Naturally that infuriated my oppressors even more, your brothers wanted their land yet I could not give them it right away, so I asked Ubbe to consider becoming a Christian to help the both of us and he agreed, along with Torvi”

Hvitserk sat taking in what he just heard, so both Ubbe and Torvi won’t be going to Valhalla, if Ubbe was indeed dead, Hvitserk would never see him again. However Hvitserk thought about the current state of his world, his gods were fading out even among his own people, so maybe Ubbe made the right call.

“And Bjorn?” Hvitserk asked.

Alfred shook his head.

“Oh no, I knew he would never agree to it, so did not ask him. He made his feelings very clear at the ceremony” Alfred confirmed with a slight smile, he leaned in slightly closer to Hvitserk and Hvitserk looked at him. Those blue eyes reminded Hvitserk of Alfred's real father, Athelstan, from the memory Hvitserk still held of him. He was still surprised he had never noticed the similarities to Athelstan that Alfred carried, the eyes, the hair, even the eyebrows were so similar to his father's, Hvitserk wondered how he had never noticed sooner. Alfred lowered his voice to make sure the servants were out of earshot.

“It may reassure you to know, Ubbe’s conversion was not entirely honest” Alfred said. Elsewith was now looking slightly irritated and Hvitserk wondered if they had ever talked about this in the past, as they appeared both on the same page, but Alfred appeared more accepting of this truth.

“For a little while he did change his faith and he did follow my God, but it was after a battle your brother switched back to being Pagan”

Hvitserk thought about that for a moment. He wasn’t so sure.

“I think the bewitchment from your god was still upon him, he wasn’t himself when he came back home”

Both Alfred and Elsewith had equally confused looks on their faces. Hvitserk would have laughed if his situation wasn’t so dire.

“Bewitchment?” Alfred asked, as Elsewith smiled politely but inside her mind she was worrying, a lot of Alfred’s plans could fail if the next part went badly. “Why do you believe your brother was bewitched?”

Hvitserk hesitated, he didn’t expect Alfred to have asked this. He swallowed and looked from Elsewith to Alfred and down to the table, then back up again.

“When I was growing up, me and my brothers were told stories about how your god can control people’s minds and their bodies. Ubbe was always the brother I loved most, we had a bond that we didn’t have with the others. When I joined Ivar, Ubbe didn’t kill me even though we came face to face, we loved each other too much to hurt the other. When Bjorn came back to Kattegat, I was no longer with Ivar”

Hvitserk took a drink of milk. Alfred and Elsewith were both listening closely, this was the most they had ever heard him speak. Alfred in particular was listening close.

“Ubbe came back after the battle and he didn’t talk to me, he couldn’t even look at me, he just wasn’t the same and then I got sick and it was like he didn’t care. Before, if I were sick he would never leave my side, he would bring food and get me to eat even if I didn’t want too, but this time it was like a stranger had replaced him. I got worse and something bad happened. Bjorn did something to hurt me and Ubbe let it happen. I think your god had him bewitched, that wasn’t my brother who returned.”

As Alfred watched, he noticed Hvitserk had started playing around with the empty cup, Hvitserk looked agitated. Alfred reached a hand out and moving slowly, he gently placed it on Hvitserk’s own hand. The cup stopped moving almost at once as Hvitserk froze, his eyes lingering on Alfred's hand touching his.

“My God doesn’t control people like that Hvitserk” Alfred said gently “I’m sorry but it appears you’ve been told lies from your people. My God is the God of love and peace, he doesn’t bewitch people, so if Ubbe appeared strange to you, it was something else. He did have a hard time while he was here, he was almost killed in battle against a Danish king, perhaps that is the reason he was distant with you. I am sorry to hear your brothers hurt you, do you mind me asking what they did?”

Hvitserk shook his head. He didn’t want to go into that, he never wanted to talk about that ever again.

“Somebody got hurt while I was sick. It was an accident, but my brothers...”

He shrugged his shoulders and stopped talking, he moved his hand from under Alfred's and held himself close with his arms.

He was shutting down again, Alfred could see that. His body language was suddenly defensive. He could see how much talking about his brothers hurt Hvitserk, so Alfred decided to drop this conversation for now. Perhaps Elsewith also noticed how uneasy Hvitserk looked now after talking about his brothers, she knew from personal experiences after seeing Alfred upset on various occasions over Athelred’s betrayal, and then at his murder at their mother’s hands how it felt to be hurt by somebody so close to you, but to never get closure because the one who hurt you was now gone. So she smiled at him and asked him what she knew would be a welcomed change of subject.

“How is Lagatha doing? Did she find somewhere to set up a farm? When she was here said she wanted to go back home to set up a new farm somewhere quiet, is she settled in now? I do miss her, she was a lovely woman.”

She knew that was a mistake the second she finished speaking.

Hvitserk had gone from looking a little uneasy to downright sick. This Northmen had always looked pale to her, but now Hvitserk’s very eyes had gone wide, his lips were trembling and he looked like he wanted to run, if only his body would allow it. There was a growing silence in which Hvitserk just stared ahead as if in shock, one hand now rubbing his other arm.

“How about we get you back to your room” Alfred said, breaking the silence. “You have much to think about and you should rest, you are still recovering. I will have my guards take you back to your room, try to get some sleep and we’ll speak more in the morning”

He waved his hand and on que two guards came over, they helped Hvitserk to his feet and placed the walking aid back under his arm. Alfred stood up and waited for Elsewith to join him, they walked out of the room behind Hvitserk and bid him goodnight outside the hall to his chamber. The king’s room was close enough to Hvitserk’s chambers, but still a few halls down, so they both walked in silence, thinking about everything that had been said … and everything that hadn’t been said.

“You didn’t tell him” Elsewith said, as she closed the door on Alfred’s chambers.

“I couldn’t,” Alfred replied to her. He sunk down into the chair by his fire and rubbed under his left arm, the sword wound itched him like crazy, it was slowly healing, but the physicians told him it would be some time until he could expect that arm to have any strength back in it, he prayed each night to the Lord to keep any Northmen away, because he was not in any fit position to fight them should they come.

“You need to tell him Alfred” She said. He closed his eyes and put his face into his almost useless left hand as Elsewith entered the enclosed part of the chamber where their bed was, she came out moments later with her nightdress on, her gown over the top, brushing her hair out from all the delicate hair ornaments she wore.

“I know my love” he looked up, breathing deeply, he was exhausted himself, between the ongoing stomach pains, his wounded arm and his constant anxiety at keeping Wessex, Mercia and East Anglia safe, he had to find time to sit in Witans, find taxes to buy boat builders, visit and spent time with his son and talk to Hvitserk to gain his trust, yet so far all he had managed was to get Hvitserk to speak in full sentences to him. He needed to build more trust with Hvitserk, but he knew the Pagan was keeping things from him too.

“Did you see his face when you mentioned Lagatha?” Alfred asked Elsewith. She sat on the arm of the chair and started to stroke his short hair, he looked so young with his hair short, she loved his long hair the best as that is how he wore it when they first met, but short hair looked beautiful on him too.

“I did” She replied “I had hoped I had only imagined it, but he looked terrified. Do you think something happened? He won’t speak about his brothers or how they died, he acted all weird when you asked why his brothers wanted to hurt him and then his face when I said Lagatha’s name. I think he did something he won't tell us about”

Alfred didn’t know, he was scared pushing Hvitserk to speak would break the fragile little trust that had been built between them, but knowing Hvitserk was not forthcoming with something suspicious was making Alfred equally uneasy.

“We trust him unless he gives us a reason not too” Alfred said, he had closed his eyes for a second while Elsewith played with his hair, it was the only thing that calmed his racing anxiety. “That is what we agreed”.

“That trust works both ways though” Elsewith said “This time must be different from the others. Your grandfather fell for the lies, first from their father and then his sons. Ubbe also, no matter how much you considered him a friend, he went back to being a Pagan, so did Torvi. This time it has to be real, it had to be genuine and you need to tell Hvitserk… They can’t be a Pagan king in England.”

Alfred nodded reluctantly, he knew his plan was not working, even Elsewith could see it.

“I just don’t want to upset him. I get the feeling he is much more sensitive then his brothers. His gods are all he has known his entire life, but you are right my love. I will tell him, give me to Christmas. I will show him this life is better than the one he has left, I will learn him kindness and compassion and he may wish to convert on his own, or I will tell him what we decided, that he can convert to our religion or join his family in his afterlife. You are of course right, there can never be a Pagan king in England, that can not be allowed, but one day I hope Hvitserk will be a king of England and a Christian. He will be baptized into our faith or put to death to join his own people, but I would rather it be by his own choice and not forced upon him”

Alfred rubbed his face once more, this was one topic he didn't want to think about.

"I just hope he picks correctly" He said.

#MIDAHFABL

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You Shall Be With Me Paradise

"Sloughing Towards Galilee!"

(Nick, 18-year-old Homeless Youth!)

"Today Remember Me When You Come Into Paradise!

"I have never really heard this, and at first it seems scary!

Can I screw up all the time and go to Paradise?

I live in hell now!

The streets are hell!

Believing Jesus, I will arise in Paradise!

Paradise comes quickly, seeing my friend get stabbed and die, I realize time is short!

Paradise seems far away from here in the grime of the street!

You will be a part of my life from here on out!

I am pretty glad to know thieves will be in Paradise!

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On this birthday, the words of Elif Shafnite ring out reminding me to look up, be alert, and be content:

There are different ways of growing old, perhaps, some wither first in the body, others in the mind yet others in the soul.

And as I struggle with growing old I find myself seeing all of my faults, my difficult personality at times or for some all the time, and my need to always feel like I need to apologize, the words of Dorothy Day to a friend remind me that we are "working towards perfection", and I will always "miss the mark" when I "shoot the arrow" "towards perfection" every day, but I try:

"Remember we are comrades stumbling along, not saints, drifting." "I try!"

As Nick writes each day, he is writing of me, and I am just as good as he is, no better, no less, and I know God will welcome me into Paradise!

I will celebrate John Wesley's renewal of Covenant today, and I affirm with my whole being:

"For I delivered to you as of first importance, which I also received: That Christ died for our sins in accordance with the Scriptures, that he was buried, and that he was raised on the third day in accordance with the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Cephas then to the twelve. Then he appeared to more than five hundred brothers and sisters at one time. Then he appeared to James and the Apostles. (I Corinthians 15:5-6).

We believe and trust in God the Father Almighty.

We believe and trust in Jesus Christ, his Son.

We believe and trust in the Holy Spirit.

We believe and trust in the Three in One.

"I am a freelance, a tramp, a vagabond for Christ. I must go until Christ's work is done, I go like the wind." Kawaga and "I will love to the point of folly." Dorothy Day.

I invite you to join me on the journey of another year!

Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God!

Prayer of St. Brendan!

"Help me to journey beyond the familiar

and into the unknown.

Give me the faith to leave old ways and break fresh ground with You. Christ of the mysteries I trust in You to be stronger than each storm within me.

I will trust in the darkness and know that my times, even now, are in Your hands.

Tune my spirit to the music of heaven,

and somehow, make my obedience count for You"

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[non-canonical Elmsbury Vampyre]

Chapter Three

“CAUTION: Unstable Environment Prone to Underground Collapses; Do Not Enter Unless Authorised to do so and When Wearing the Correct Safety Gear”

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Elmsbury Weekly

Obituaries

Stephen Wilde, 44, born 12th November 1972 in Derby City Hospital, died tragically 1st October 2017 in a collapse within the Elmsbury-Gallows Museum Renovation Site third crosscut. Stephen was a loving father, husband, and brother to William (14) and Christopher Wilde (10), (sons), Mary Wilde (42), (wife), and Jonathan Wilde (51), (brother). Never one to frown, he was a kind and generous man, always one to give the leftovers of his dinner to his late-home hungry children, and one to share in his love of sports and history with all family members. He was one to hold open doors for anyone and give up his seat on buses and trains. Stephen’s goal in life was solely to be a successful father who raised two upstanding sons, and it is safe to say that though fatherhood was short for him, he managed to do so.

A public funeral for Stephen is being held at Holy Trinity Church on Church Street near Forest and Church Street Estates, Elmsbury-Gallows on 7th October 2017 at noon, hosted by Reverend James Fairfax, a beloved reverend of the family. Please come to pay respects and pray for the deceased’s loved ones to be free of visions of his spirit and to allow him to pass on into Heaven. God bless Stevie Wilde, may he rest easy.

Obituary written by Mary Wilde and sons.

***

Amy leaned with her back to the noticeboard outside Professor Holly’s classroom, staring out of the great rectangular window which cut a hole in the side of the stairwell up to the second floor of the extensions done to the school building in the 60’s. The board behind her itched the back of her neck from the now a few dozen of curled edges on home printed Missing Dog posters that had spread out from Maisie Bailey’s, which seemed to have been patient zero. Amy’s scuffed black boot tapped on the linoleum floor to the beat of Lesbian Vampyres From Outer Space by Scary Bitches, currently blasting at full volume through her headphones. She studied the outside, not the most scenic of views, watching as the car park became less and less crowded as the students filtered out from it since the day had ended. A couple of year tens had poked holes in the top of their water bottles with compasses and were spraying unsuspecting year sevens and substitute teachers from their hiding spot in the bike shed; Amy couldn’t hear a thing from way up there, smiling a little to herself as the antics took place in complete silence, save for her music, like a black-and-white slapstick film. She looked up to a clock on the wall above the door to Professor Holly’s classroom: 3:32.

Both he and Kat were apparently late.

It had been about a week since their detentions had started, though it felt like years, and Amy resented the way that time was seemingly moving half as quickly as it did when she was doing things she actually enjoyed. It felt simply unfair, though she reconciled the feeling and decided that complaining about it wasn’t going to change anything, even if the person she was complaining to was herself. From her downward peripheral, a shape had started climbing the stairs. Amy didn’t see who it was at first, the light from outside obscured the person in complete blackness save for a small slit of narrow lighting across a skeletal face. She took her headphones off and rested them around her neck, turning the volume down a little as she could hear it chittering in a now muddy, static quality. Her eyes focused on the figure coming up the stairs: it was Mike Gregory.

He was hunched a little, as if carrying something heavy on his back, though he didn’t have a bag with him seemingly only turning up in his school shirt and blazer and a pair of joggers which hung loosely about his frame. His skin had faded to the colour of his sandy-blond hair which now had a faint greenish tint to it as if he had tried to dye it blue but washed it out too early. It looked over-washed, straw-like and dry, though the front few locks were greasy and stuck to his forehead, overgrown and unkempt. His cheeks were hollow and black, his lips were white and ashen and his irises were two watery brown spots in the jaundiced pool of his whites. It was as if he had become sepia.

He stopped at the top of the stairs to catch his breath, looking at Amy with something she first thought was triumph, but subtly became relief:

“Found you.” He rasped.

Amy didn’t say anything, caught in a glitch between telling him to go away and asking him if he was hurt. Weird to feel concern for Mike Gregory of all people, but it was becoming very apparent that the circumstances that rendered him this way were also very much weird. Her mind flicked back to when she had seen him last: well-fed and jovial standing at the top of the hill, eyes and white teeth glinting in the twilight.

“Now,” he swallowed against a sandpaper throat, the light from the window haloing his messy hair, “lift this curse off me, alright?”

“Curse?”

Mike scoffed weakly, stumbling towards Amy a little, shooting out a thin hand to grip the banister for balance, making her flinch slightly, “that’s what you’ve done, right? Put some weird witchy curse on me?”

Maybe he was sicker than she had first thought. Amy straightened up against the noticeboard, trying to inch a little further away from him in case he was contagious, “curse— what curse?” she met his stooping gaze, “I don’t understand, Mike.”

His eyes pierced her, searching for any sign she was lying to him. Upon finding nothing, they welled up slightly, “please… you’ve got your revenge, okay? I know I’ve not been—” he searched, “—not been the nicest of people these past years, alright, but…” he trailed off, wanting for her to drop the badly-concealed concern plastered to her face, aching for her to tell him it was all one big joke, “…but this isn’t it… you can’t just do this to me.”

“Mike, I don’t know what you want from me,” Amy pleaded, “whatever’s happening, you don’t look well at all- maybe this is all from a fever or something.”

He paused for a moment, dropping his gaze to a small spot just next to her on the floor. His legs gave way, and he slumped down against the railings, tucking his knees to his chest, “I don’t know what’s happening, Cokes,” he didn’t look at her, “I just… I just want it to stop.”

Amy sat down opposite him, leaning against the wall, “what do you want to stop, Mike.”

He said nothing, his head twitching slightly in a way he was clearly trying to suppress as he glanced through the railings nearly obsessively, peering down at the floor below, “I keep trying to hurt myself.”

Amy wanted to reach out a hand to comfort him, “Mike… if that’s true then you need to talk to someone—”

He shook his head, laughing a little, “No… no they won’t— they wouldn’t let me look…” he looked back up at her, his eyes wide and yellow, “…they would stop me from looking for him.”

“Looking for who?” She cut down the tree with the olive branch. Had he taken something?

Mike wordlessly replied: he made his hand into a pointing finger, and exhaustively tapped his chest with it twice.

“Someone’s looking for you?”

The boy’s expression faltered: maybe she didn’t understand, “something like that.”

“Well Mike you need to tell someone if you’re being stalked—”

“Oh my God, you don’t get it!” He shot up, towering over her, his eyes glaring yellow holes in a shadowed, deathly face, “I told you, Cokes, I keep trying to hurt myself.”

Amy pressed herself back against the wall. Mike Gregory’s eyes grew bright with tears, “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have come here, I shouldn’t—”

Silence hung in the air like a fog. Amy watched as his face contorted painfully through its micro-expressions, so fast-paced and fleeting she couldn’t discern what any of them portrayed. He sighed, his features softening into something that Amy hadn’t really seen on him before: something genuine, “I wanted to be mates y’know,” he admitted, “I actually think you guys are kinda cool, it’s just Harrison and Henry who make me into a dickhead sometimes.” He laughed a little, “Hell, maybe sometime we could hang out- you could take me on one of your ghost hunts or something.”

“I thought you hated me because I cursed you?”

Mike waved a thin hand, “Nah…” he coughed up a small smile, “none of that shit’s real anyway.”

Amy paused, a question bubbling up towards her lips, “did you fake that photo- the one of the graveyard?”

Mike looked at her as if she were mad.

“Piss off Gregory before I chin you into next Tuesday!” Kat was marching up the stairs, still sporting the trouser-skirt, now made even more angry by the appearance of the source of their unjust detentions. Their eyes widened in surprise when Mike did- piss off, that is- and hurried down the stairs, the square of white light coming through the window engulfing him until he was completely swallowed by it.

“He looked rough.” Kat remarked. Amy couldn’t tell if they were as concerned as she was.

“Kat,” she turned to her friend, “I’m gonna ask you something weird.”

“Hm?”

“You’re not stalking Mike, are you?”

Kat looked taken aback, “What!?”

“Sorry, it’s just,” he was gone now, but Amy’s gaze lingered on where he had been sat, “he said some stuff to me there that’s proper concerning, like, danger-of-death concerning- I dunno, it’s a bit dumb but I thought maybe you were like trying to get back at him or something.”

“Oh shit,” Kat did look uneasy now, “God, no, no, I’m not doing that at all, like, I hate the guy and everything, but it in’t as if I want him dead.”

***

The headlights illuminated the winding form of Deerfolk Way as Neil snaked his way back up to Johnson’s Farm. He had found himself listening to an old Tom Lehrer CD that he thought he’d lost a number of years back, and had reminded himself to look for but never made good on that promise. It had been a lot later than usual when he was extracted from his classroom by cleaning staff, and it was well into the early hours of what could actually be considered nighttime by Autumnal standards when Neil slammed his feet down on the brake and clutch, cursing at the shifting form standing patiently in the driveway; a silhouette he was all too accustomed to recognising. He shut off the car and stepped out into the brisk October night.

The light on the outside of his front door illuminated Jim the Vicar from behind, though Neil could make out that sinister, many-toothed smile that he hated so much dimly glowing on a backdrop of absolute black, and the pleasant, cordial manner in which Jim always approached the person he had set his sights on talking to. Holly recalled a joke made when watching a nature documentary: something about sharks.

“Neil! I knocked but you weren’t in,” he folded two white hands sheepishly over his front, “I just thought I’d wait for you- assuming you wouldn’t be too long.”

Neil made his way to the house, standing in front of his door but not opening it, hoping that he could intangibly pull Jim around to face him where the lamplight would illuminate him fully, so they weren’t standing under cover of complete darkness, “You’ve never come looking for me here.”

Jim shrugged, “I supposed you wanted me to leave you alone, but I knew you’d forgive me for wanting so badly to reconnect with an old friend,” he smiled wide, the yellow buzzing glow of the lamp creating dark, c-shaped pits at the corners of his mouth with the push of his cheeks, glinting off his teeth and settling in the whites of his eyes.

“Well, you supposed right.” Neil said, flatly.

“My apologies, then I’ll make this brief, shall I?” Jim stepped forward a little, just stopping before the little step up to the front door, “Where are the books?”

“Books, what books?” he knew exactly what books Jim was talking about.

“Oh, come on, Neil, a man like you would know that playing stupid is extremely out of character,” he had stopped smiling now, his eyes forceful and unblinking, staring unmoving into Neil’s, who had backed up against the door a little, “it’s starting again- actually starting.”

He had seen that look in Jim’s eyes before, now reflecting back at him a watery, blurry memory that only revisited him in the seconds between being asleep and being awake. Neil stared right back at him, his jaw tightening, “No it isn’t.”

Jim laughed shortly, “I thought that ‘some things should stay buried’.” He’d got him, “or was that just a misinterpretation on my part? Not like you to deny evidence that’s right in front of you,” he chuckled again to himself, “maybe you’ve been replaced.”

“Don’t say that— don’t joke about that.” His voice peaked a little. He tried to bandage his nerves.

Jim’s eyes were almost luminescent, “It’s looking for me, Neil, which means it’s also looking for you,” he leaned forward, though never moving up the steps, keeping himself at arms-length. Neil knew what he was going to say next, “Fairfaxes and Borthwicks.” His face hardened still, turning into a badly hidden grimace as his voice picked up a snappy, almost rhythmic tempo, “I know you kept them, you said you threw them out, but you of all people would never let a piece of local history- our own history- not to mention something as valuable as those books be lost to time.”

“Go home, Jim.”

“No,” he shook his head erratically, “No you’re not— you’re not listening to me,” The reverend’s face was flat and pale and burning in place like the last image projected on a hot TV, “we can have what we wanted— what we tried so hard to get back then.” Neill flinched a little as the other man’s eyes darted wildly as they scanned his face. Jim’s composure weakened still, “Come on, you’re acting like you weren’t the one who got me into this in the first place. Don’t you still want to know?”

“You—” Neil caught his tongue before it lashed out, “—I don’t have any damn books, okay?” he fidgeted around in his pocket for his keys, “go home.”

Jim said nothing for a moment, that pleasant smile recapturing his face as his shoulders softened and un-tensed, “If you say so.”

Neil got himself into the house before Jim even turned away from the doorstep, slamming the door shut and sliding the chain bolt into its place. Tomorrow he would go out and buy a new lock for the cabinet.

***

Three weeks passed before Amy and Kat even thought about the interaction with Mike Gregory on the stairs; despite it’s general strangeness, neither of them cared enough about him to remember it. They had empathy for him, sure, but sympathy was harder to come by. The only time it had been brought up again was the night it had happened when Amy retold the events to Trent in a vague overview.

“We should go on another hunt during half-term,” Trent was picking at a fraying thread on the hem of his blazer, “we haven’t been back in the graveyard for yonks now.” The quiet drum of tapping keys and buzzing conversation acted as white noise beneath his soft and measured voice. Amy felt Kat sigh dramatically next to her, “We’re all just too preoccupied because someone—” they pointedly looked over to Professor Holly, sunk too low behind his computer to be seen, “—insists on setting us shit tons of work to do, like, whatever happened to all that ‘work-life balance’ BS they had that one assembly on.”

A voice replied from behind the computer, “Kat, unfortunately it’s my job to make sure you can get a job in the future.”

Kat stuck their tongue out, before profusely apologising for doing so and getting on with their work. A few minutes passed before they were called on again.

“Hm, you three?” Holly pushed back on his desk chair so they could actually see his face, “just got an email asking you to go up to Mrs Pratchett’s- Mr Robins is going to collect you—it says to wait outside.”

Amy’s brow furrowed, flitting through the last term to try and think of anything they could have done wrong since Doorgate (as Kat insisted on calling it). Unsurprisingly, nothing came up.

The noticeboard outside the classroom was now plastered with Missing Dog posters, so much so that its original rectangular shape had been rendered into an irregular, jutting form, bulging out in a bevel; some posters had fallen to the floor underneath the board, no longer able to hold onto the great mass of old paper with a single flimsy thumbtack. Kat poked the noticeboard with an absently-placed finger, “you think anyone’s looking into all this?”

“I dunno, my mum said it might be some sort of animal from the forest that’s made it’s way into town- stuff like this has happened before apparently- back in, like, the 80’s and stuff,” Trent slumped down on the floor, brushing aside loose posters and drawing-pins with a leather-gloved hand, “not to this scale, though.”

“I don’t like it,” Amy leaned back against the bannister, arms folded tightly over her chest, it was colder now Autumn had taken hold of the town.

“Nobody likes it, Amy,” Kat pointed out.

“I know, it’s just—like, I’m very glad Sir Pounce is an indoor cat now,” she paused, a nasty thought creeping up behind her, “d’you think that photo… what if that was whatever’s doing this?”

“Nah, don’t think so,” Trent looked up at his friend, “I still think the photo’s fake, and even if it’s not, I’m pretty sure someone would notice if a giant hand creature was kicking about murking dogs.”

“What about the photo Amy took, of me by the bush?” Kat seemed a little mousy.

Trent replied that he maintained his stance that it was just a prop thrown away. Before any form of argument could break out, Mr Robins standing at the foot of the stairs, calling up to them, “Amy Cokes, Katherine Burton, Trent Lewis-Scott? Would you like to come with me please? Don’t worry, you’re not in any trouble.”

***

“These are officers Burke and Hare from the Elmsbury Police Station,” Mr Robins introduced them, and the two men shook Amy’s hand last as the three filed into the office, sitting sheepishly on their chairs.The teacher left the room, closing the door on a cool silence which hung damp in the air. Again, Amy found herself furiously rifling through the events of this term- the only thing she could come up with was that- worst case scenario- Mike Gregory’s family had decided to press charges on them for assault. Even so, why would they summon Trent there as well; he hadn’t been involved at all, not even in discussing the detentions. Come to think of it, surely it would only be Kat who would be prime concern in that case. The more Amy dwelled on it, the less convincing it became.

Trent gave her an apprehensive look from across the row of them, which Kat joined in on. Officer Burke, a spindly man with a receding crop of ginger hair and a face closely resembling that of a pug, spoke gently, small vertical notepad and Berol in hand, “don’t worry you three, we just want to ask you a few questions.”

“What about?” Kat’s voice sounded smaller in the cacophonous office. Burke ignored them, “we have spoken to two other classmates of yours, uhhm…” he glanced at a previous page in the notepad, “…Harrison Burke and Henry Clarke- we’re assuming you know them, even if it’s just as acquaintances.”

Amy felt a nagging sensation at the back of her neck- she twitched her head a little to dispel it. Burke continued, “and they stated that you three were present at the old radio tower about a month ago, with their friend Mike— Mike Gregory.”

“Yeah, they kicked us off it,” Kat said before they could stop themself.

“Hm,” Burke glanced at his partner, “What do you mean ‘kicked you off it’?”

Kat paused, “uhm, like, I dunno, we were up there then they came up there and told us to get lost.”

Burke made a note.

“Hm, okay… well, we also want to know what you three were doing up there, if anything?”

A moment. Maybe this was about the weed? Or trespassing? Amy didn’t feel like that was the case, the fields are public property. She was pretty sure anyway. And they hadn’t been smoking anything that time, honestly it had been ages since the three of them had a stoner phase.

“Uh, well, we were just hanging out up there,” Trent glanced to his friends, “if it was trespassing, we didn’t know, there aren’t any signs.”

The two cops exchanged another look, this time, it was Hare who spoke- a tall, broad man with a bald head and small, piercing, bright green eyes, “that isn’t what we’re here to talk about- those fields are public paths so you’re clear there: we want to know if you noticed anything…” he tilted his head from side to side, trying to find the right word, “…anything concerning about Mike Gregory?”

Oh.

Amy knew she had to speak up- if that was what they were asking- but not about their encounter at the tower but about the one in the hallway. Had something happened to him? What if something really bad had happened to him. Would they be implicated? No, no that wouldn’t make sense, why would they be implicated in… whatever this was? Was he dead?

“Is he okay?” She volunteered, not wanting to launch too far into her encounter with him on the stairs, just in case.

Burke took a sharp breath in, Hare’s eyes suddenly fixated on her, “This morning Mike’s parents went into his room to wake him up and he was gone.”

A coldness oscillated through the three friends.

Hare continued, “we think he’s run away, but we are still short on a motive so if there is anything you three can maybe volunteer that could point to one it would help the investigation.” He sat back, “you were the last to see him, save for Henry and Harrison, so please: anything, anything at all?” He turned his focus back to Amy, “you asked if he was okay, just then, did he do anything that might spike that concern or is it simply… just empathy?”

You need to tell them.

“Uhm…”

Tell them.

Amy looked to Kat, whose eyes were bolted straight ahead, their face ashy and pale. Their breathing was controlled and concentrated, like they were focusing on not throwing up.

“One little thing, I think,” she began, “like, three weeks ago—”

The shrill bellow of the school bell pierced the room, ricocheting off the walls and denting the great metal filing cabinet, echoing into a diminuendo until the room was silent again. Burke told them to stay put.

Hare persisted, “you were saying?”

Amy stuttered, trying so hard to painfully push the words out. She knew what she wanted to say but somehow not how to say it. It was if she were chasing the memory, and it was getting further and further away from her, “Well, he just—I ran into him, or rather he ran into me, when I was waiting for a detention like, I dunno two or three weeks ago—”

Burke made a note.

“—and he just, well, he said some stuff that was… I dunno, weird.”

“What did he say?”

“I…” Amy fought to remember, “…he said he was scared he’d hurt himself, then I think he got mad at me when I tried to tell him to speak to someone—he said I ‘didn’t understand’.”

“And that’s verbatim?” Hare asked.

“What is?”

“That he said you ‘didn’t understand’?”

“Yes, yes I remember him saying that to me, he was mad- really mad and then he got, uh, upset, started crying and stuff- then Kat came upstairs to the classroom, and he left.” Amy felt a little guilty about her conscious decision to leave out Kat yelling at Mike to piss off- she really didn’t like the idea of this turning into an ironically misdirected bullying incident.

Burke made a note.

“Okay…” Hare turned his focus to the other two, “you two got anything else? Anything at all will be helpful.”

They shook their heads. The room took a breath it had been holding for a good few minutes now; Burke and Hare got up, told them not to speak publicly about the investigation, and then ushered the three out.

***

As they descended the winding stairs back down to the hallway, an uncharacteristic lack of words had befallen Amy, Kat, and Trent. Kat looked pale, Trent had a semi-permanent frown, and Amy felt like she had missed something out. That nagging came again, lodged at the back of her neck like a tick. She scratched it.

“D’you think he ran off because of us?” Kat’s voice was quiet.

“I…” Trent began, “I dunno,” he relented, “I don’t think so- we didn’t do anything to him, it would make more sense if one of us ran off because of him.”

“Maybe something at home then,” Kat’s gaze was firmly on the ground, “like, his family being shit or something- didn’t you say, Amy, that he said he wanted to hurt himself or something?”

“Yeah, I mean, he didn’t want to, it was more like he was scared he would, like he thought that he wasn’t in control of himself,” Amy added, “I honestly thought he’d taken something- he looked awful, like really awful.” She reflected back on the conversation outside Professor Holly’s. The fear in Mike’s eyes was that of a hunted animal trying to outrun a thing much bigger than itself; he had had a look about him of a creeping realisation that he was just not smart enough to escape something- it was nothing like how he had been at the tower not even a week prior. He looked like he had been deprived of food and water for months, Amy doubted that only a week of not eating could do that to a person, no matter how extreme their manner of starvation was. There was something so real about the way he’d kept looking around himself, glancing through the railings.

“Fuck.”

“What? What is it?”

Amy knew she had forgotten something, “I forgot to tell them about the stalking.”

“The what?” Trent looked confused, “I thought he was just unwell—”

“No, no he said he was being stalked, I think- he inferred it.” Amy honestly wasn’t sure, “maybe? He was so incoherent so I don’t know what he was getting at- but he might have been.”

“Should we go back up?” Kat offered.

“No shit we should go back up,” Trent was already turning around, “what if he’s got, like, kidnapped or someth—”

The pealing of the bell soared up the thin spiral staircase, ringing in their skulls and bouncing around behind their eyes. They had reached the bottom of the stairs. It was the end of break. Mr Robins opened the door, “get to class you three.”

Amy opened her mouth to protest, but she found herself already back in the corridor. It was all just a little too late to turn around.

***

“So I am going to assign you work to do over half term—”

A unanimous groan came from the class. Professor Holly continued, “—just a little research task since it’s the start of the year, it’s to start getting into the swing of A-Level style source gathering,” he sat down on his desk to address the class, arms folded, eyes smiling through his glasses, “I want you to go out and look for both primary and secondary sources for the 17th Century project, extra points for local historical events- Matthew Hopkins did commit a witch trial here, which I am sure some of you know a little bit about already, so there’s an idea of where to start.”

Amy, Kat, and Trent were back in for the second half of the lesson, having missed their break entirely. Holly continued, “remember to use books to find your primary sources, not Google or Wikipedia since they are—”

He gestured for everyone to join in with him, which they did, “—shit.” He smiled, “very good, and nobody tell Mr Robins I got you guys to say that.”

`Kat and Amy still had to attend detention after school, telling Trent to run to Cery’s to grab a few cans of off-brand Coke and meet them at the tower, giving him their respective change. The detention was no shorter or less painstakingly boring than any of the previous ones, despite it being the last day of term. On their way out, Professor Holly wished them a good break, a sentiment that they both returned in kind. As Amy descended the stairs after Kat, the eyes on the Missing Poster for Mike Gregory- placed starkly in the centre of the noticeboard- followed her movement until she was out of sight.

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