#I will be carrying this shame through my lineage

[just-a-creep-babe]

Im absolutely ngl, with the liu thing i just didnt care cuz i hate how his name was spelled already and it just looked way better misspelled, i was vibing with it, ur all good queen

Omg I appreciate it—maybe I’ll just pretend it was on purpose as a ✨statement✨

[goldweaverr]

Hi! I just saw your first post about our beloved Kremnos prince, Mydei, and I absolutely love it! ❤️ You captured his character so beautifully, especially his views on love and romance. I adore how meticulous and accurate you were in portraying him—I completely see him that way too! Our prince carries the heavy burden of his family's royal lineage and the countless people who rely on him in the name of Kremnos. This perfectly explains his inexperience with love and romance—he simply has no time or hasn't been able to find someone to share such a connection with. I absolutely love how you portrayed his behavior when he finally discovers someone he can truly open his soul to! It’s so beautifully done! ❤️ I wonder—have you ever thought about Mydei letting his lover take the lead in bed? Whether it’s because of his inexperience or his eagerness to explore, the idea is so captivating. I love imagining Mydei finally letting go, allowing himself to be passionately ravished as he releases all the pent-up stress and burdens he’s carried for so long. It feels so fitting for his character—a vulnerable yet liberating moment where he can truly surrender and experience love in its rawest form. ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

OH MY !! I wasn't expecting such a lovely response at all, I'm so flustered, thank you so so much !!! I'm glad we share an opinion and I'm so glad you like how I portrayed him !!! I was hoping people would see The Vision™ so I'm beyond happy to know that not only has it reached, but others see it too ~! I'm very overwhelmed with the positive responses, and I'm more than happy to be sharing a space with so many fellow Mydei fans!! I finished the quest today and haven't been okay about him since, I hope he doesn't get sidelined too much as the story progresses and more characters get introduced because I sincerely love him so, so much <3

Again, thank you for your kind words!! They mean so much to me!!

And as for that lovely idea... muehehe let's get to it then ! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ I hope I can do it justice !

— NSFW! MDNI! No spoilers!

Love. In it's rawest form.

He knew he could let you take control. All your midnight rendezvous so far had him taking the lead. It just simply felt natural to be the one to drop you on your back — hand behind your head to soften your impact against the already soft mattress — and pleasure you until you can't take any more. Until all you can do is scream his name endlessly. Until you forget there were Titans out there to worship instead of him. That was his role towards you, it felt only natural. He didn't mind it one bit, he was more than happy with it. Steadied above you by the strength of his arms, staring at the gorgeous sight of you unraveling underneath him, your expressions, the eye contact, your nails on his back. It was divine.

Sometimes, you two would spice it up a bit by making slight changes. Trying a few new positions. You were both still so new to this, taking it really slow to remain comfortable. Yet so eager to explore more of each other, of love, and sex, intimacy. Although he understands there's no shame in having discussions about these things beforehand, it still felt easier for him to learn through action. If something bothered either of you, neither would hesitate to express it, and everything halts. He's not an animal. He understands boundaries, limits, preferences, comfort.. he doesn't shy away from expressing his own, and wants you to always be equally as comfortable. Love is not meant to be uncomfortable.

For example, one thing Mydei found he doesn't like is when you're on all fours and he's taking you from behind.

The position felt... Uncomfortable to him in a strange way. He found it felt a bit degrading to you, and it prevented him from seeing your face and expressions. Which upset him when he came to realize that not staring at your beautiful face while he's making love to you takes away so much of the intimacy that brings him comfort during these activities. He loves watching your reactions. He even likes talking to you through it. Lacking that made him feel vulnerable in a way. So after you were done, he told you how he felt, and that was the last time the position was used. Simple as that.

You had both been thinking about bringing it up, but wondering how to approach it.

He might not look like it, but when it came to this newfound love, he was so no less eager to discover everything that came with it. He wanted to know everything about you and show you everything about him. He wanted to know how to kiss you in the right ways, how to hold you with a grip that's balanced between protective and loving, how to be there for you in a way that doesn't suffocate you, where on your body to put his lips so that he drives you insane, what pace of thrusts makes you see stars in the glory of Kephale's morning...

And through it, he discovers himself. He's learning along with you. He doesn't know much about these parts of who he is, he's endlessly grateful you've given him this opportunity to learn and get to know himself more. And his recent thought is that it might be nice if sometime, you were to get on top of him and ravish him the way he usually does to you.

But, that can't be right? He can't ask you to do that, can he? Is he allowed to want this? Shouldn't it be his job to pleasure you and take care of you? It might be shameful if he wanted to just sit back and let you do all the work...

You, on the other hand, were thinking about it endlessly. Wanting to watch him relax, watch him unwind. Wanting to be the one giving him pleasure for once, he deserves it. He takes so much care of you, always putting you above himself, in every aspect. Even outside of your relationship, he's always putting others first. Prioritizing Phainon's safety over his own, even the two outsiders above himself. Putting the city of Okhema and it's citizens safety first, putting the wants of his people above his own... He's never given enough credit for how much of himself he sacrifices everyday for others, because they view him as too distant, too rough, too cold... His actions speak louder than his words, and his actions are constantly putting himself in harm's way if it meant someone else would be safe.

So, for once, he deserves to turn his mind off. Turn off his senses and his desire to please. To just enjoy being taken care of, being loved, being thanked for everything.

So when midnight came around (or the hour people got used to being midnight, not like the endless sunlight indicated much for them) and you two found yourself tangled up in the usual dance that happens so often, you decided it's now or never. As Mydei began to slowly guide you towards the mattress, lips never once leaving yours, you turned your position around an dropped him down instead. The sudden movement broke the kiss and left him with an expression of shock on his face, staring at you questioning what just happened. You smile at him and gently push him up a bit more, letting him get entirely comfortable on the bed. He follows your lead slowly, unsure where this is going, but curious to see what you're up to. Your expression remained calm, a smile that looks almost like a smirk, mischief and adoration in your eyes as you stared into his fiery gold ones. "let me take care of you" you broke the silence by saying. His mouth opened slightly, as if to answer, before it closed again after not finding the right words. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as he doesn't break eye contact, "take care of me?" He asks, tone full of uncertainty. You nod, "you're always taking the lead. In battle, in bed.. why don't you just let me thank you this time, hm?" Your voice came out soft and gentle as you began to straddle him, hands pushing him down slightly so he can be fully relaxed into the comfortable bed and he follows your every silent order as you get yourself comfortable on top of him. His lap, your throne.

This is what he's been thinking of. He should be happy. But he finds himself feeling a bit guilty, like he doesn't deserve it, like this isn't fair to you, and that prevents him from relaxing entirely. The worry on his expression was clear to you, you understood each other through the tiniest of microexpressions, and you could tell what he was thinking. "You're worth everything" is all what you say in response to soothe your worries, deciding to follow in his example and let your actions speak louder than your words.

You pressed your lips in kiss gently, moving against his in a soft rhythm that felt too innocent considering the moment blooming between the two of you. His hand came up to grip the back of your head carefully, letting you do what you want and following along as best he can. Your hand on the other end got to working off the armor on his body, shedding away the last piece of protection that separates his bare body from you, thinking to yourself how grateful you are that he trusts you to this extent, to allow himself to be this vulnerable and unprotected in your presence. His hands shift as they help you take off his clothing, the sound of metal hitting the ground resonating as more and more pieces are thrown off to the floor carelessly until he was naked. Although it was all about him tonight, you still pulled away to strip yourself as well, not wanting him to feel an imbalance in the dynamic between the two of you. As soon as you were naked, he leaned in to kiss you again but you dodged his lips with a playfully chuckle, he lets out a sulking scoff in response.

You begin to kiss his jaw, running your tongue over the spot you knew he liked, before you slowly went down to his neck. Your arms wrapped around his waist to drag your chest flush against his, wanting to feel him as close as you can as your lips continued to explore his neck, as perfectly sculpted as everything else about him is.

Marks left shamelessly decorating his neck, paying no mind to how easily they can be seen through the little clothing he wears. Your hands and mouth worked in tandem to assure his pleasure, one hand busying itself rubbing his length up and down slowly, another playing with his chest, as your mouth kept leaving kisses and bites and hickeys all over his neck and collarbones, tongue tracing over the red marks adorning his torso. His breathing heavy, his chest heaving up and down quickly, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise them, shameless moans and grunts and groans coming from above you. Sneaking a peek over to look at him, his eyebrows are pressed together tightly in pleasure as his eyes are closed shut, head leaning back, sweat dripping down his forehead.. a divine sight. One that motivated you to work even harder to pleasure him. Your mouth left his neck and went down to take a nipple in your mouth, earning you a harsh jolt of his entire body that made you yelp. "Sorry.." he apologizes sheepishly, face red as his hands try to distract you by roaming all over your body. You suppress a chuckle and plant a quick smooch on his lips to tease him, and he lets out a quiet groan as he rolls his eyes at you. You get back to what you were doing, sucking his nipple the way he does to yours, hand playing with the other way, all while your other hand never left his length, giving him just enough friction to stay excited, never enough to cum.

Eventually you let go of his chest and pull back for a minute to admire your work so far, admire how he already looks spent despite you barely being halfway through your mission. He'll complain and scold you for all the marks left across his torso tomorrow morning, but you'll deal with that problem later, currently you feel proud of yourself. Your gaze moves over to the vein on his bicep and your nail drags against it softly, idly, as you consider your next move. He stares at you wordlessly, anticipating what's next. He might not be admitting it through words, but he is entirely enjoying this. He doesn't understand why he'd hear some men complain about feeling their pride sting if they ever let their partners take the lead, if anything, Mydei has never felt more like a king than he does in this moment, all the attention on him as he's practically being worshipped. He feels so powerful, but most importantly, so loved.

You make eye contact with him again, a gentle expression as the friction between your gazes could practically be seen as sparks of electricity. "I love you" he says, breaking the silence but igniting that flickering flame that needed a fuse. You smile, not responding, but instead immediately pushing yourself down to the ground to kneel in front of him, preferring to answer him with more service. He props himself up on his elbows to keep watching you intently, as you wrap your arm around his length again, and bring your lips to it. He's used to gripping your hair when you go down on him, guiding you to the pace he prefers, but this time when he grips he makes no other moves, trusting to let you take the lead entirely how you want to. You won't deny him his pleasure after all, it's you.

At times he has the most random thoughts. Like if the walls are actually thinner than he thinks. Like if anyone on the other end can hear the mighty crown prince moaning out his partner's name. Like if Aglaea's golden threads can even pick stuff like this up, oh no ....

But a jolt of pleasure brings his thoughts back to reality as he redirects his attention back to you.

He isn't ashamed of what he has with you. He's afraid of where it might take him. Of how much he's willing to do for you. He knows every minute spent with you indulging in romance and desires is playing with fire while he's made of gasoline. And he'll burn down to ashes in his most graceless moments when he's bare under your gaze that burns gold into his skin, liquifying his flames into a puddle of adoration for you.

While maintaining eye contact with you, a silent exchange of vulnerability, it spoke an endless capacity. An unspoken sentence of 'Y𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦' ringing loudly in your ears. '𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴'.

You brought out the best out of each other, but simultaneously the ugliest human parts as well. Brought out the honesty he's hid from others and himself, brought out the desires he's kept ignored without caring about the hole they were digging in his soul. Gnawing away at his very being and turning him hollow. Brought out the love he was afraid to ever confront. But he's here now, confronting it and ruling over it's court. And tonight is the summit of Mydei's seemingly pathetic life. The two of you are wrapped up in a galaxy of your sins; summed down to nothing but a constellation of the most raw human desires. Who were the titans to demand worship when they knew nothing of what true religion was. This was a ritual. An exchange of souls. It meant more to Mydei than anything else has. This was raw, this was love. He could live in a reel of this night replaying endlessly forever.

The rest of this cursed world could matter later, to hell with every prophecy that demands his presence, nothing felt more worth experiencing in this moment than your mouth on him and your heat surrounding him and your praises spilling against him and your touch killing him and bringing him to life a thousand times over in this bed.

This was love in it's rawest form, and they can call Phainon the chosen one all they want, but Mydei feels like he's received the greatest blessings this universe has to offer him when he made eye contact with you the first time, and if the black tide was to eventually swallow even the last standing holy city, then to hell with all of it if you'd still be by his side.

[mothwingwritings]

Your Yujiro x reader has been on my mind recently, and an interesting idea came into my head - what would happen if the reader somehow stumbled upon Yuichiro? What would he think of the whole situation, particularly because he is of a *very* different temperament than his son? Would he develop some sort of feelings for (reader)? I'm pretty sure Yujiro would be pissed to see his father meddling in things 😭

You're one of my fav writers on here!! Keep it up ❤︎ and make sure to take care of yourself ☺️

… I can’t believe I didn’t think of writing anything for Yuichiro before this ask lol. How could I write so much about the Hanma family’s favorite girl (you) and never mention Yuichiro???  Shame on me tbh, let’s change that now!

(And thank you for your kind words!!! You are very sweet! <3)

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, noncon, past abuse, and stepcest.

If by some miracle act Yuichiro was able to obtain a corporeal form and once more walk amongst the living, he would be very intrigued by how far his lineage had come and what the Hanma’s were able to accomplish. Being the start of it all, he had a vague idea of how things most likely have progressed. There is no doubt that his unruly son has grown massively strong, and he’s sure that strength has caused countless problems for people near and far.

He was aware that Yujiro had children at this point, taking quite an interest himself in Baki and Jack’s development. Children weren’t always guaranteed to take after their parents, so it was always a delight when at least one of your offspring was able to carry on the family line with the strength and power you and your ancestors worked so tirelessly to cultivate. When Yuichiro found out that of all the children Yujiro had fathered, not just one, but two showed such immense potential? He was as pleased as he was proud, even more so to discover Baki and Jack lacked the level of belligerent arrogance that made their father an unbearably volatile presence to be around.

While he was taking note of his family line he happened upon a surprising outlier- you. He was at first puzzled by the fact that the Ogre, with all his rampant testosterone, was even able to produce a daughter. When he dug a little deeper and realized you were adopted into the family, while that in and of itself made sense, it left him with even more questions. Why would someone like Yujiro go out of his way to adopt someone else’s child, let alone a female, when he barely cared about the children he himself had brought into this world? Based on the limited knowledge he had of you, you didn’t have any kind of superior strength or secret, hidden abilities that may have spurred his son to take you under his wing. So how exactly did you become awarded with the name of Hanma?

The mystery became too intriguing to ignore, thus he sought you out.

The moment he saw you, he instantly began to understand your appeal. He kept his distance at first, not wanting to overwhelm you with his presence as he made his initial observations. From what he could gather, you were a thoughtful girl, kind and affable to your friends and strangers alike. He noted that you seemed a little jumpy, on edge in scenarios you should feel more at ease, and he worried that maybe he wasn’t concealing himself enough and you were catching on to his surveillance. You may not have Hanma blood in your veins, but you’ve been around them enough to recognize the specific aura they exude. He would need to be more careful, maybe conducting his research on you was best done through other means.

Hence, he decided to look into your relationships with his son and grandsons, hoping to get a better picture of who you were as a person and unravel the secret of how you became intertwined in their lives.

However, what he ended up finding out was not anything he ever expected.

As soon as he learned the horrific truth of how his family had handled you, the revolting nature in which not just his son, but his grandchildren, showed their ‘affection’ for you, he was at a loss for words. Yuichiro was beyond disgusted by their actions, particularly due to the fact that their aggressions were against an innocent woman who had no means of defending herself against the brutes that were incessantly at her heels.

Your jittery nature made complete sense now. You weren’t constantly on edge because you were a naturally excitable person- you were on edge as a defense mechanism. You had to be cautious around everyone for your own self-preservation, frightened that you may unwittingly be subjugating yourself and the people around you to extreme danger by being in a public space. The man who was supposed to be your father figure had assaulted you, hurting and scarring you in irreparable ways. The brothers that you loved and looked to for protection ended up having the same perversions as the man who had created them, betraying your trust in their attempts to force themselves upon you.

Disgusted wasn’t a strong enough word for what he had felt upon learning these revelations. His disappointment in his kin was immeasurable.

When he finally introduces himself to you, it’s apprehension that greets him in return. He can see the fear reflected in your eyes as you were faced with the instant realization of his strength the absolute power he held over not just you, but anyone who may step to him. Yuichiro was a complete stranger to you, in fact you probably hadn’t even seen a picture of him to make any sort of connection. But he could tell that within moments of making your acquaintance, you understood who he was. He was a Hanma, and therefore, he was a threat.

Seeing you cower before him, your whole body vibrating in a state of alarm, eyes darting around the vicinity as you tried to map an escape route should this meeting go south… it broke his heart. It wasn’t that he was immune to your charms, Yuichiro could definitely see the appeal of wanting to be close to you in an intimate manner, but to take you by force? To treat you so horribly, handle you so violently? It took all his power not to make his rage over the injustices you had faced show on his features, lest he frighten you further.

It took a while for you to warm up to him, but the relationship that blossomed was well worth the effort. You were a lovely person all around, beautiful in every sense of the word. The more he got to know you, the more he saw your true personality shine through, and the longer he spent with you, the more his affection for you grew.

Yuichiro had made his decision. You would be safe with him-completely and undeniably cared for under his watchful eye. He would be the father Yujiro never could be, the protector your brothers failed to be. He would become your family, a true family, and insure that you will never have to spend another day living in fear ever again.

In short, Yuichiro’s arrival would probably be the ONLY thing that would ultimately protect you from Yujiro and the rest of the Hanma family. This is great for you because he’s a man of his word, the moment you come under his care Yujiro’s entire existence is like a distant nightmare, and that is something you are exceedingly grateful for. However, you feel the absence of Jack and Baki much more profoundly, as you considered them to be your true family and still love them very deeply. Even though you know ultimately this arrangement is for the best, and you feel much safer and happier in Yuichiro’s care than you have ever felt with anyone else in your life, you still find yourself missing Jack and Baki greatly. Even with their betrayal shattering the last of your innocence, causing you deep and lasting scars, life without them still hurt, and you don’t think you’ll ever heal enough to ignore the pain.

… All this being said, it wouldn’t be on brand for me to answer this without fucking it up a little bit, right?

After some time living with Yuichiro, growing dependent on him for basic care and protection, his fondness for you begins to manifest in ways that are… shocking, even to Yuichiro himself. 

Maybe it was the long absence of a lover that began to steer his desires, or perhaps it was the sweet and selfless nature in which you offered your love to him? Who knew it would warm his heart so much to see you standing in the kitchen, sweet little apron tied around your waist as you hummed a little tune, hard at work preparing a new recipe you had picked out specifically to please him? All the little things you did without a second thought made is body and soul ache for you.

You were always cute, but when exactly did you become so irresistible to him?

It caught him off guard to feel a flutter in his stomach when he saw your smile or heard your laugh. At his age he figured he was far past feelings like this, especially with someone so much younger than himself, especially with you.

He didn’t expect the blush that dusted your cheeks when he entered the bath you were currently occupying to excite him as much as it did. He took great pride in the control he had over his body, keeping his emotions and desire in check was one of his strong suits. But seeing you there, bare and bashful, trying desperately to cover yourself while your eyes refused to linger on any part of his exposed body for too long… you were definitely testing his limits here, sweetheart.

Did you know how effortlessly beautiful you were? Did you realize just how tantalizing even the most innocent of your actions were? Would it upset you if he told you how pretty he found your body, as his eyes drank in every inch of skin you were working so hard to hide? Would it scare you if he helped you to understand just how much sway you had over not just his heart, but all of his wants and desires?

He had chided and scorned his family for their mistreatment of you, the sick, twisted feelings they pummeled you with not only threatened your existence, but were also a stain on the illustrious Hanma name. Yuichiro wanted nothing more than your happiness and your security, both were things he took great honor in providing to you, and he found his own joy in knowing you felt contentment with him after so much suffering. But he was starting to get an itch that was growing harder and harder to scratch. An itch he felt his kin was all too familiar with.

Maybe he’s not so different from his son and grandsons after all?

[damiiimidassss]

Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc)

Chapter 1: First life the curse, and the fall.

Summary: In where this chapter tackles the first life of Yin Yue and the past that continues to choke her life.

Tw: Mentions of blood, cheating, death

This chapter will include art that shows what the characters look like.

Chap2

Far from the bustling town. Here, in the moonlit shadows of ancient trees, a fox spirit watched from the edge of the woods, her eyes glowing with a mixture of sorrow and anger.

Her name was Ling, and she had once been a guardian of these forests, but for him, for the merchant Yuan, she had revealed her true form, risking everything. They had spent years together, in secret moments beneath the stars. Yuan had professed his love for her, a love she had believed—until the day he returned from the city with another.

Yuan stood beside a woman dressed in silk, her hands adorned with jade bangles, her hair pinned high with gold. Meilin the daughter of a wealthy nobleman.

Ling watched from the trees, her heart shattering. Yuan had not sought her in days, and now she understood why. He had chosen wealth, status, over the love they once shared.

One evening, after the marriage, Ling appeared before Yuan. Her ethereal beauty was tinged with a darkness she had never shown him before. Her fox-like eyes glistened, but it was no longer with affection.

"You've forgotten me," she whispered, her voice low and trembling with fury. "You’ve chosen wealth over love."

Yuan looked at her, shame twisting his features, but he didn’t speak. He dared not.

Ling’s gaze turned towards the grand home he now shared with Meilin. She knew Meilin carried his child, a son who would inherit Yuan’s wealth, his lineage, everything that should have been built on love.

"I gave you my heart," Ling whispered, stepping closer. Her form seemed to shift in the moonlight, her fox ears becoming visible, her true form unveiled. "But you gave me nothing in return. For that, I will give your child a gift—a curse."

Yuan paled. “What are you saying?”

Ling’s lips curved into a sad smile, but her eyes were sharp. “Your child will never know love as we did. Each time they fall in love, it will end in tragedy. They will lose the one they love, over and over. Worse still, their lover will remember each life, but your child will not. They will be cursed to meet again and again, only for love to end in heartbreak and death before they can marry or bear children. They will never escape it."

Her words felt like a storm crashing through the forest, the wind picking up, howling around them.

"Please, no," Yuan pleaded. "Our child is innocent."

"Innocent?" Ling's voice rose, filled with pain. "Innocent as you were when you left me? No, Yuan. Your son will suffer as I have suffered."

She turned, her fox tail flicking behind her, and as she disappeared into the shadows of the forest, the curse sank into the earth, binding the child to a fate they would never understand.

Yuan stood watching her retrieving form in despair.

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Years passed, and Yuan's son, Chung Myung, grew into a handsome young man. His raven hair thay glows under the sun, matching his baby looks. His tall physique that every woman loves

Chung Myung, he was a wealthy merchant, the business passed down by his father renowned for his prosperity and influence. His name stretched across provinces, bringing luxury and goods to every corner of the land. But despite his wealth, his heart had never known true love—until he met Yin Yue, a beautiful and enigmatic gambler.

Yin Yue was unlike anyone Chung Myung had ever encountered. She was sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and lived with a recklessness that fascinated him. At the gambling tables, she was a legend, her luck as fickle as the wind, but she always wore a smile, and she doesn't lose ,Chung Myung , used to the rigid etiquette of the merchant class, found her freedom intoxicating.

He fell for her deeply, and soon, their affair became known throughout the city. Though others whispered about how improper it was for a wealthy man to associate with a gambler, Chung Myung didn’t care. He showered Yin Yue with gifts—silks, gold jewelry, rare perfumes from distant lands. He wanted to give her everything.

Yin Yue accepted his gifts with a smile, but there was a shadow behind her eyes . She knew something Chung Myung did not—"the curse" that followed him, even if he was oblivious to it. Yin Yue had always been sensitive to things others could not see. She had once heard whispers of fate from an old fortune teller, a woman who had warned her to stay away from Chung Myung.

“He is cursed,” the fortune teller had said. “Love him, and it will end in tragedy. Every lifetime, his love is doomed to die. But only someone with great strength can break it.”

Yin Yue, stubborn as she was, didn’t believe in curses. She believed in luck. So she stayed with Chung Myung, trying her best to avoid what the old woman had foretold.

But as their love deepened, she couldn’t ignore the signs. Everywhere they turned, misfortune seemed to follow them. Chung Myung's business began to falter, losing deals that had always been guaranteed. Merchants who had once sought his favor suddenly turned cold, and his family—those closest to him—began to act strange, as though dark plots swirled beneath their polite smiles.

One evening, as they lay together in the private chambers of his estate, Chung Myung rested his head on Yin Yue lap, his eyes closed, his expression peaceful. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting soft shadows around them.

“Yin Yue,” he whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before. With you, everything feels right. Like I could forget the world.”

Yin Yue's fingers traced the curve of his face, but there was a heaviness in her heart. She had spent nights in secret, consulting every mystic and seer she could find, searching for a way to break the curse. But the answers were always the same—tragedy was inevitable. And no matter how she tried to protect him, there was always something dark on the horizon.

“I’ll protect you,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Chung Myung opened his eyes, gazing up at her. “Protect me? I’m the one who should be protecting you.”

Yin Yue forced a smile, but deep inside, her resolve was breaking. The fortune teller’s warning echoed in her ears—he is cursed. His love is doomed.

But she couldn’t walk away from him. She had fallen too deep.

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The night the curse finally caught up to them came without warning.

It began as a subtle pain in Chung Myung stomach, a discomfort he had dismissed after a long day. But by the time night fell, it had worsened. His skin grew pale, his breath short, and soon, he was bedridden, writhing in agony.

Yin Yue stayed by his side, refusing to leave him. She had seen enough in her life to know what was happening. Poison. Someone had poisoned Chung Myung, and she knew exactly who.

His own family.

Greedy for his wealth, jealous of his success, they had waited for the right moment to strike. She had seen it in their eyes, the jealousy simmering beneath their polite words. She had tried to protect him, but she had failed.

As the poison ravaged his body, Chung Myung struggled to stay conscious, his breaths shallow, his hand clutching Yin Yue.

“Yin Yue,” he gasped, his voice weak, “who did this…?”

She couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth, not in his final moments. But the tears in her eyes told him everything.

“They’ll pay,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “I swear… I’ll come back. I won’t rest until I make them pay.”

Yin Yue leaned over him, her forehead pressed against his. “No, Chung Myung. Don’t think about revenge. Think about us. Just stay with me.”

But Chung Myung's eyes were filled with a burning resolve, even as the life drained from him. “I’ll come back. I’ll break this… curse. And I’ll make sure that no one… will ever… hurt you again.”

His voice faltered, his eyes closing for the last time as the poison claimed him.

"NO! MY LOVE!"

Yin Yue screamed his name, her tears falling onto his lifeless face, but it was too late. The curse had won.

But even as he died, Yin Yue felt something stir in the air, a dark energy that whispered of revenge, of broken promises and twisted fates. Chung Myung's last vow echoed in her ears.

Yin Yue slowly stands up and grab a sharp object that can cut through her skin,

'My love I'll see you in another life'

She shakly she slits her throat she falls unto the ground as darkness succumbs her vision she can feel her warm blood coating her cold dead skin.

But in the darkness, she saw a beautiful fox spirit

Yin Yue looks around realizing shes in the afterlife, but is she?

The beautiful woman approached her and suddenly the fox spirit face was close to her

YIn Yue didn't move or budge, she felt numb

"Poor you, you got caught up in this mess. No woman deserves a fate like yours, but Chung Myung deserves that curse, after what his own father did to me"

Ling smiled seductively backing out one step to give her space

Yin Yue only stared at her, but deep inside her mind, she wanted to kill Ling, but she knew she'd lose. She's weak, and not even luck can save her.

"If you want to break the curse, you'll have to kill me. But little mouse" She gets near her ears, whispering her next word

"You're still weak"

Before Yin Yue can touch her Ling had already back up

"You demon! I swear I'm gonna kill you, I'll take off your every limbs. I'll let you eat your own heart! I'll make you beg for forgivenes!"

Ling only laughed, as Yin Yue struggled to run to her

"Well see"

Ling disappeared completely in the air

Yin Yue vision suddenly turned white, maybe in her next life. She will kill that demon fox.

[ardent-heretic]

I ruined everything. There is no recovery from this.

I do not know my entire family’s lineage. But I do know humans have been here for hundreds of thousands of years. So theoretically my line goes back endless generations. I know through a distant marriage I am related to the Hapsburgs. Thankfully my chin doesn’t show it. But who knows what is further back?

Could there be a pinch of Neanderthal? Am I possibly related to Gengis Khan (he had a ton of offspring)? Do my genes go back to the Fertile Crescent? Am I distant relative of Lucy in Africa? No one knows. But, being human, I probably got blood going pretty far back.

Today I ruined it all for my ancestors. A big part of the meaning of life is perpetuating the species. I have a son (Spawn) and a daughter (Spawnette). So I have done my part.

Up until today.

I showed both kids a Tik Tok video. Who would have thought, that would end my family lineage. But it did.

In the video a Mother is changing a diaper. She raise the kid’s legs. BLAST!!!

An explosive shit escapes with terminal velocity. But it hits the mother in her open mouth.

And she just starts screaming. A guttural roar from hell. The likes of which has never been heard.

Both kids emphatically say they are not having kids after viewing that. Never! Never a chance.

Somewhere in the histories my relatives fought in wars and survived. They had kids and carried on the family line.

Who would have thought Tok Tok would succeed where my families enemy’s could not.

My family line will die out. Parish from the histories.

Shame.

[the-most-humble-blog]

Empowerment or Extinction? How the ‘Child-Free’ Movement Spits in the Face of Human Legacy

Why the Child-Free Cat Lady Is an Insult to the Human Species

Let’s cut through the fluff: the “child-free” movement isn’t a bold declaration of empowerment. It’s a neon middle finger to the billions of ancestors who clawed their way through history to ensure you’d exist. They didn’t survive plagues, predators, and brutal winters so you could decide, “Eh, I think I’ll just adopt a cat instead.”

It’s time for a reality check. Choosing pets over progeny isn’t edgy—it’s extinction on a personal level. And if that stings a little, good. It should. Let’s talk about why opting out of the biological relay race isn’t just selfish—it’s a slap in the face to everything humanity has ever stood for.

1. Our Ancestors Fought for Survival, Not For Us to Check Out

Imagine sitting down with your great-great-great-grandparents, explaining why their bloodline ends with you.

Their Struggle: They endured harsh winters, hunted with primitive tools, and lived through conditions we can’t even comprehend—all to pass on their genes.

Your Explanation: “Raising kids is too much work, so I adopted Mr. Whiskers instead.”

The Reaction: They’d blink. They’d stare. And then they’d probably mutter something in their ancient language that loosely translates to, “Are you f--king kidding me?”

2. The Biological Reality: It’s Not About You

Let’s be clear—reproduction isn’t about you. It’s about the continuation of your family line, your culture, your genetic legacy.

Nature’s Mandate: Every living thing on this planet is hardwired to reproduce. Even amoebas know the deal, and they don’t even have brains.

The Child-Free Trend: Choosing not to have kids because it’s “easier” or “more freeing” goes against everything nature intended.

SMH...Thought: If every generation thought like this, humanity would’ve ended the first time someone saw a saber-tooth tiger and thought, “Nah, not worth it.” Get out there and kill it for the tribe, ya p-ssy...!

3. Cats Won’t Remember You

Sure, pets are great. But let’s be honest: cats aren’t going to carry on your legacy.

A Harsh Truth: Your cat isn’t going to sit at your gravesite, telling stories about how you bravely binge-watched Netflix for seven hours straight.

Kids Are Your Legacy: They carry your name, your stories, and your history forward. Pets, on the other hand, will move on to the next bowl of kibble without a second thought.

Relatable Thought: A cat will ignore your existence while you’re still alive. What makes you think they’ll honor it when you’re gone?

4. The Myth of “Progressive” Selfishness

The child-free movement loves to brand itself as progressive, enlightened, and evolved.

Reality Check: There’s nothing progressive about opting out of humanity’s oldest and most vital role: survival.

The Narcissism Factor: Choosing yourself over your lineage isn’t bold—it’s selfish.

Dark Thought: Imagine marketing selfishness as virtue. Oh wait, that’s literally what’s happening. Is this what happens when women lead?

5. The Self-Test: Are You Spitting on Your Ancestors?

Here’s a simple way to know if you’re part of the problem. Answer honestly:

Would your ancestors be proud of the choices you’re making to preserve their legacy?

Are you contributing to the continuation of your family line or ending it for convenience?

If everyone made your choice, would humanity survive?

If your answers are mostly “no,” congratulations—you’re a walking extinction event.

6. Turning the Mirror on the Naysayers

You know what’s coming: the commenters who scream “misogyny!” or “don’t shame people!” whenever this topic comes up. Here’s why their arguments fall flat:

“It’s My Choice!” Sure, it’s your choice. But don’t expect applause for ending a lineage that spanned thousands of years.

“Not Everyone Wants Kids!” That’s fine. But when your personal choice impacts the collective future of humanity, don’t expect a gold star.

“You’re Just Jealous of Our Freedom!” Freedom is great—until it leads to extinction. Then it’s just stupidity.

Mic Drop Thought: If you’re froggy enough to leap into the comments, bring logic—not emotional name-calling. Otherwise, you’re just proving the point.

7. What Humanity Loses

When people choose child-free lives en masse, here’s what we lose:

Cultural Legacy: Traditions, stories, and languages vanish with the people who carry them.

Family History: Every generation is a bridge. When you burn yours, the stories of those before you are lost forever.

Humanity’s Future: We’re literally writing our extinction story one “child-free by choice” Instagram post at a time.

Pets are People, Really?: Imagine humanity’s final chapter reading, “We chose brunch and cats over survival.” Embarrassing.

Empowerment or Extinction?

The child-free movement markets itself as empowerment, but it’s really extinction in disguise. While you’re busy building a life free of responsibility, humanity is losing something irreplaceable: its future.

So, before you proclaim your child-free lifestyle as enlightened, take a moment to think about the sacrifices your ancestors made to get you here. They didn’t endure hardship, starvation, and danger for you to check out because cats are “easier.”

Empowerment is great—but not at the cost of everything humanity has fought for.

Ready for more unapologetic truth bombs? Follow The Most Humble Blog for sharp takes, dark humor, and the hard conversations no one else will have.

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [02]

ー The scene starts in one of the empty bedrooms at the Violet Manor

*Thud*

Yui: Nn...

( ...Huh...? When did I fall asleep in a bed...? )

( Besides, I don’t recognize this room...Where could I be? )

Laito: Seems like the Princess has finally awoken from her slumber. Good morning, Bitch-chan~

Yui: Laito-kun...?

Laito: What’s this? Are you still out of it? Perhaps I got a little too excited and had a tad bit too much of your blood?

My bad~ Your blood was simply too delicious, I couldn’t stop myself.

Yui: ( I see...I must have lost consciousness while he drank my blood... )

Did you carry me here?

Laito: I sure did! I realized that I’d be in trouble if Carla found out that I just left you for dead there.

By the way, this will be your room from today onwards, so you can make yourself at home.

Yui: Yeah...Thanks.

Laito: You’re welcome~

I know it’s under the assumption that I’ll watch over you, but getting to spend time with you alone like this is such a privilege. 

I can leave figuring out how to become Supreme Overlord to Carla and the others, while I don’t have to bother with any of that annoying stuff. 

Yui: ( Supreme Overlord... The way they talk about it makes me assume that it’s common knowledge but what exactly is going on? )

( This isn’t Kaminashi City...I don’t recognize the Church I woke up at, nor this manor... )

Laito: But Carla loves to work his little brothers to the bone, you see. He’s always so nosy, ordering us around. 

I don’t care if he’s my brother or not, I’m starting to get sick of it.

Yui: Brothers...

( Laito-kun and Carla-san? How...? Then what happened to the others? )

( Could it be that they also had their memories manipulated, just like me...? But why exactly? )

Laito: What’s wrong? You’re gazing at me so passionately. Are you...trying to seduce me, perhaps?

Yui: I-I’m no...Kyah!

ー He pins her down on the bed

*Creaak*

Laito: Your blood has such a tempting scent. It could probably win any Vampire over.

To be honest, I thought about doing all sorts of things to you while you were asleep. 

Yui: Eeh!?

Laito: It’s such a shame you woke up before I had the chance to. Oh well, it’s even more exciting for me when I get to actually see your reactions, so I suppose this works into my favor.

Yui: W-Wait, I want you to hear me out first!

Laito: Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you. 

...Aah, I guess I shouldn’t. You’re the type who prefers to suffer, aren’t you? 

Remember how happy you seemed when I forced that spoon inside your mouth? 

In that case, I better put you through hell.

Yui: ( Despite everything, Laito-kun is still his old self...! )

Laito-kun, please. Listen to me. 

( I want to get some facts straight...and figure out this situation. )

( Besides, if Laito-kun’s memories are all messed up, I want those to go back to normal. )

Laito: What you have to say, huh? ...Fine, I’ll listen.

Yui: Really!?

Laito: However, if it’s something dull, I’m going to punish you, okay?

Yui: ( Uu...I have a bad feeling about this, but I need him to listen to what I have to say, or we’ll never get anywhere. )

O-Okay.

Laito: Nfu~ How courageous of you. Spill the tea then?

Yui: O-Okay. To be honest, I’m not quite sure what is happening myself either...

But it seems like we’ve gotten caught up in some mysterious events.

Laito: Heeh, that sounds rough.

Yui: ( I can tell by his face that he doesn’t believe me at all...But I can’t give in. )

My memories were messed up until yesterday as well...I was convinced that I am indeed Eve who has been asleep at the Church. 

However, that’s not actually the case. My name is Komori Yui...I remembered that. 

Laito: Is that your name? I thought your name was ‘Eve’.

Yui: You are actually called ‘Sakamaki Laito’ yourself. You are the fifth brother of the Sakamaki family. 

Laito: Sakamaki...? 

Yui: It’s not just Subaru-kun, but Shuu-san and Reiji-san are your brothers as well. 

Also, you, Ayato-kun and Kanato-kun are triplets.

Laito: With those two guys from the Orange House? We’re triplets?

Heeh~ That’s rather intriguing. Did you come up with that on the spot? You might have potential to become a storywriter.

Yui: ( He won’t believe me at all... )

I had been staying at the Sakamaki manor and you...are my boyfriend.

Laito: Heeh...Boyfriend, you say?

Yui: ( Eh? That smile just now...I have a bad feeling about it. )

Laito: If you are telling the truth, it’s pretty impressive to have a family of six. What were our parents like?

Yui: Eh? Well...

( They’re Karlheinz-san and Cordelia-san... )

( It’d all be new information for Laito-kun so...I’m not sure if I should tell him under these circumstances? )

Laito: Hmー? Seeing as cat’s got your tongue, I assume they must have been pretty bad parents to the point where you can’t tell me? 

Or perhaps you were deeply involved with our parents in some way? Which is exactly why you can’t talk about them. ...Correct?

Yui: ...! T-That’s...

( I guess you could say Cordelia-san and I are deeply connected in one way. )

( My heart ーー belongs to her after all. )

Laito: Well, I don’t really care about the parents. There’s some other juicy details I’m more interested in. 

ー Laito leans in close

*Thud* 

Laito: Say, Bitch-chan. You mentioned that we are lovers, right?

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Laito: However, I don’t remember dating you at all. 

That means you lied about the fact to try and grab my attention, no?

Yui: I-I’m not lying. The two of us...we actually are dating...!

Laito: Look at how desperate you are. If you want my attention that badly, just say so honestly.

...I don’t mind, I’ll tend to you. Let’s have some fun together?

I wonder where you’re most sensitive? Nn...

*Sluuurp*

Yui: Hyaah!

( I-I made a weird noise...! )

Laito: Your neck must be your weak point for you to make such sounds? 

Yui: T-That’s not true. 

Laito: It’s not very nice to lie, you see? Besides, you seemed rather nervous while telling your story earlier.

The thin layer of sweat makes it taste very sweet. How about another spot?

*Rustle* 

Yui: No...N-Not my clothes!

Laito: It’s fine. Today I’m in the mood for just a small glimpse of skin.

Yui: ( That is far from being ‘fine’! )

Laito: What’s this? Your skin is nicely flushed. The scent of your blood has become sweet and rich as well...Nn.

Yui: Ah...Nn...

( I can’t...It tickles, my voice keeps slipping out...! )

Laito: Fufu, you’re sensitive here as well? I wouldn’t mind sucking your blood, but you’ll have to wait today.

You kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time while you were asleep, so now I’m getting my revenge.

Yui: Nn...Haah...Revenge, you say...?

( Even though he’s the one who chose to watch me as I slept... )

Laito: What’s wrong? Your breathing has become ragged. I wonder if you’re going crazy from not being stimulated enough?

I get really turned on from seeing you fall victim to the feeling of pleasure...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ...Nhah... 

Laito: ...Fufu, so your earlobes are sensitive as well, huh? You’re crying out so sweetly.

I suppose I should leave a mark so it’s easier to remember your weak spots...Nn...

Yui: Ah...

Laito: ...Come on, take a look? There’s a bright red mark right above your chest, see? This is one of your weak spots. 

Yui: ...

( This is bad, at this rate, I’ll get caught up in his flow...! )

Please, let me continue my story...I want you to retrieve your memories.

Laito: What you told me earlier? As intriguing as that was, bringing it up at a time like this is somewhat of a turn off. 

Yui: But, it’s the truth and...There’s something wrong with you right nowーー

Laito: ...Shut up. 

Yui: ...!

Laito: I’m trying to make it clear that I’m not in the mood for it right now.

Yui: ( This feeling...It’s as if we’ve gone back to the time when we only just met... )

...I-I’m sorry...

Laito: Nfu~ Exactly, just like that. Girls are so much cuter when they’re obedient, you see? Makes it easier to deal with them.

Of course, I can get a kick out of someone acting a little feisty as well, but don’t push it too far, okay? That’ll only piss me off.

Yui: O-Okay...

( I wonder how I can get him to remember? )

( I don’t want his memories to be gone forever... )

( However... )

Monologue

The way Laito-kun messes around with me,

solely out of sheer enjoyment, following his instinct.

Almost as if all the time we spent together up till now,

was slowly fading away from inside him. 

That made my heart ache incredibly painfully. 

I want him to remember. 

Yet, at the same time I hesitated.

Laito-kun has a strained relationship with his parents. 

A trauma so deep and dark,

it simply cannot be expressed through words.

Taking that into account,

I suddenly became uncertain whether retrieving his memories,

would make him happy or not,

as I tightly closed my eyes and simply waited for time to pass by.

ー The scene shifts to the hallway of the Violet manor

Yui: ( In the end, yesterday passed with Laito-kun toying around with me all day... )

( I wonder what my next step should be? I’d love to take a bath and think it through but... )

Excuse me...Laito-kun? I’d like to go to the bathroom...

Laito: Yeah, I know.

Yui: Then why are you following me?

Laito: I’m in charge of watching over you after all. I will follow you anywhere.

Of course, this also applies to when you’re taking a bath, understood?

Yui: ( At this rate, he’ll probably follow me inside the bathroom as well...I have to lose him somehow! )

Laito: I mean, doing it in the bathroom is kind of nice as well, don’t you agree?

Yui: D-Do what?

Laito: Isn’t that obvious? Sucking your blood.

Yui: I-I’d like to take a bath alone so I can relax...

ー He moves closer

Laito: You say that, but your sweet scent has grown stronger? You’re looking forward to it, aren’t you, Bitch-chan?

Yui: I-I’m not.

Laito: Haah...It just keeps on growing more intense. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back. Perhaps I should have some right here, right now?

Yui: Y-You can’t, not here! Somebody could pass by...

Laito: But that’s what makes it so great! Having them watch closely as we become entwined with each other. ...Fufu.

Being watched gets you even more aroused as well, doesn’t it?

Yui: No, I don’t!

Laito: Liar, liar, pants on fire~ Want to give it a try then? I’m pretty sure you’ll grow addicted to it.

Kou: You really get a kick out of the weirdest things, don’t you, Laito-kun?

Yui: K-Kou-kun...!?

Laito: Aah, perfect timing. I was looking for an audience.

Kou: I could hear you. But I’ll pass.

If I can only watch when she smells so good, I’ll definitely get hungry as well.

Yui: ( T-Thank god...Seems like I’ll be able to avoid any weird situations. )

Laito: Hmー In that case, you should suck her blood alongside me.

Yui: ...Eh!?

Kou: You don’t mind? Hooray! I’m actually starving right now!

Yui: W-Wait! I’m obviously not agreeing with that!

Laito: Ehー? But why? That’d only make things even more exciting, no?

Come on, just try imagining it? How our fangs will slowly sink into your skin, that is.

Soft nibbles on one side, intense blood-sucking on the other...I wonder what kind of sounds we’ll be able to get out of you?

Yui: ( W-What now...? I can’t get this feeling out of my mind. )

Selection

→ I’d prefer just Laito-kun (♡)

Yui: In that case, I’d prefer it to just be Laito-kun...!

Laito: Heeh? I didn’t think you’d personally request me~

Kou: Haah? Excuse me?

You’re fine with a freak like him sucking your blood, but you don’t want me to do the same?

I don’t get that.

*Rustle* 

Yui: Kyah!

Kou: Come on, ask me to suck your blood as well.

Yui: Ugh...

( He’s glaring daggers at me...It might be best to just genuinely do what he asked of me... )

P-Please...suck my...blood...

Kou: Atta girl, good job!

→ I want Kou-kun to suck my blood too (🖤)

Yui: ( I don’t want someone other than Laito-kun to suck my blood... )

( But who knows what will happen if I refuse... )

I want Kou-kun...to suck my blood as well...

Kou: Heeh, I already knew that Laito-kun likes to refer to you as ‘Bitch-chan’, but it seems like you’re actually the real deal.

To be honest, I kind of expected Eve to be someone a little more pure.

...Oh well, I won’t say I dislike being yearned for~

Laito: Okay~ You can go first then, Kou.

Kou: Yay! I’ve been so curious about Eve’s blood.

ー Kou approaches Yui

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( ...J-Just as I thought, having someone other than Laito-kun suck my blood makes me flinch... )

Kou: Well then, time to dig in~ ...Nn...

ー Kou bites her

Yui: Nn...Ah...

( It feels different from Laito-kun’s bite... )

Laito: Haah...Look at you, Bitch-chan, your cheeks flushed and eyes watering...

Does it feel good to have Kou suck your blood?

Yui: That’s not...

Laito: Untrue, right? See? ...The scent of your blood has gotten richer. It proves that you’re feeling good.

Yui: Nn...Haah...That’s not true.

Laito: Aah...I’ve gotten excited just from watching you squirm around in pleasure.

I’d love to enjoy the show for a bit but...

ー Laito approaches as well

Laito: You want me to join in on the fun as well, don’t you? ...Nn...

ー He bites her

Yui: Aah...

Laito: Fufu, your body’s quivering. It must truly feel amazing...

Say? I’ll suck from your arm as well. I believe it’ll make for an entirely new sensation? Nn...Nnh...Haah...

Yui: ( ...Ah...I’m going deeper and deeper down this rabbit hole... )

( Now isn’t the time for this...I haven’t gotten a single step closer in getting out of this weird situation... )

Laito: Your blood is truly addictive...Uu...

Yui: Laito-kun...?

Laito: ...It’s nothing...I just felt a little dizzy, that’s all...

Kou: ...Huh? ...For some reason, my head’s spinning as well...

Laito: ...You know, I guess we got ‘drunk’ on Eve’s top-quality blood...?

Kou: Ahー You might have a point...We don’t get our hands on blood quite this delicious every day after all. 

Yui: ( The blood’s getting to their head? This has never happened before though. )

Kou: Come on, what are you getting distracted for? I’m still not satisfied yet. 

Yui: Eh? No way...

Laito: Look at you playing the part of the tragic heroine. You really are a natural at seducing men, aren’t you?

You’re such a naughty girl, Bitch-chanーー Nn...Hah...

Yui: Uu...Aah...

( My blood is being sucked by not just Laito-kun, but Kou-kun as well... )

( Like this, I’m treated like mere prey, similar to how I had just arrived at the Sakamaki manor... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Find the Word Game XXVI

tagged by: @oh-no-another-idea!! my words: confidence, glow, harsh, affair tagging: @drippingmoon, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @drabbleitout, and open tag your words: see, drive, money, part, wish, truth

confidence (Aurora)—

He folded the letter back up and he caught sight of the tattoo on his ring finger. "Orthrive'poliea," in Solnai. Warren closed his eyes and summoned the courage from his father. His lineage of astronomy lovers, of believers of More Than This. He summoned the will from his mother, the Righter of Wrongs. He summoned the passion from Thrive. Protector of Tey under the Oath of Caala. The determination to guard those he cared about. Warren Levi Cougar, protector of the universe. A pinpoint of white light behind his eyes twinkled at him. He reached out to it, curled it around his fingers as it swelled. It latched onto him, doubled in size, wrapping him in a tremendous heat and sinking into his flesh. He went with it, empowered himself with it, and a wash of confidence he'd never felt before surfaced in the form of stuffing the letter back into its envelope and marching out of the commander's quarters. The Emmuli would learn to fear him.

glow (Warpath)—

Instinct won out, and in perfect sync, Thrive scooped him up as Warren lunged at him, and Thrive supported him around his waist with one arm, smiling broadly at him as he carried him through the hall. "I never thought it possible, but you've gotten more stunning." "Says you," Warren breathed, gripping Thrive's sun-kissed locks in tight fingers. He raked his nails through the beard. "You're glowing." "I'm sure." Thrive brought him into his bedroom, the lights immediately dimming and shifting colors upon their arrival. "Can't imagine why I wouldn't be, basking in your radiance. I've missed you more than words can adequately portray." "Don't use words, then." Warren clung to him, successfully assuring that he would be carried to the other side of the room, all the way to the bed. "Tell me in the best way you know how." "For you, I'd reinvent the practice."

harsh (Eternal)—

"Hmm." Warren reached out to run the tips of his fingers along the three rows of small braids against the side of [Guetry's] scalp. "Wanna give me a quick rundown about how and why you've been using again?" This time Guetry stopped fully, gazing into the mirror before lifting his eyes to meet Warren's from his outside seat in front of a pickup restaurant. The harsh violet glow of the triangular scar in his temple didn't do anything to offset the fear and shame crossing his features as he made sure no one within ten feet was listening. "How the hell would you know about that?" "You think I can't find this stuff out in my line of work?"

affair (Warpath)—

He counted the patterns on the ceiling for a while as Cascidi cleaned up, anticipating his turn shortly after. When Cascidi entered the room again, drying his hands with a fluffy towel, Warren hugged a pillow beneath his chin and smiled at him. Cascidi returned the smile. "So what's the protocol, Your Highness?" Warren's smile dropped, as did his stomach. He found himself at a brief loss for words. "...Am I going to be imprisoned for this torrid affair? Is the king going to draw and quarter me?" Wincing, Warren lowered his head to the pillow. "You figured it out." "Oh, I knew the whole time." Cascidi wrapped the towel around his waist. "Just as you've known who I am this whole time." The pause between them was tense. Warren narrowed his eyes. Cascidi chuckled. "And the user becomes the used."

[mikejoja]

Entry No. 4 by Mika Joja

I’ve always hated getting my hair cut. Ever since I was a little boy, I’d struggle and bitch at my aunt who, each time, would delicately clip every curl as she attempted to keep her scissors from nicking my swinging neck. When I was still going to school out of a local Baptist church, my teachers would send home letters expressing their concern with my long, curly hair. Once my curls traveled even slightly below my ears, my mother could expect me to return home with an envelope addressed to her within the week. It always puzzled me how I was meant to look up to men like Samson. In Sunday school, we were taught that he stored all of his power and might in his hair, and when it was cut off by Delilah, he lost it all. Cutting my hair just made me feel like Samson, I reckon.

Even to this day, when I look in the mirror post-cut, I can see a little bit too much of the men who came before me. I have my fathers ears, who had his fathers ears, who had his fathers ears. It’s a tragic lineage of big-eared, big-egoed men. My hair will usually do the job of concealing this insecurity, but with that gone, my ears are visible in their totality. It makes me sick. I have had friends, and men, throughout the years tell me that they had never picked out my ears as being funny-looking, but I have never believed them.

In different history classes throughout my schooling, teachers have shown us pictures of various Confederate generals from the United States Civil War. Sometimes, when I would look too close, I would notice the ears. I would find myself wondering if I was a descendant of whatever lop-eared rebel I was being shown, but I never let myself linger on that thought for too long. My grandfather had told me once of the ‘heroes’ in my ancestry that fought for the South, but I never cared to learn who those men were. I carry enough shame from the sins of my father; I can’t bring myself to think back any further than that.

The bell of the barber shop door snapped me back into reality. Instead of concerning myself with my ears, I then had entertainment: a woman and her son. The woman was hefty, but tall. She was sporting skinny jeans that had bundled all of her excess leg fat to her backside and a black spaghetti-strap with an incredibly visible bright pink bra underneath. She couldn’t have been more than 35. Her son looked to be about thirteen. He was wearing what I would expect any generic, prepubescent boy to wear: joggers and a sweatshirt. However, his pants and top were the exact same shade of dark grey. I, personally, find it unfavorable to wear the same color top and bottoms. It’s almost as if he were trying to resemble the sweatsuits of star-athletes and models, but his Faded Glory get-up was not quite doing the trick.

What a little shit, I thought as he sassed his mother.

“I don’t want to get my haircut! Mama, please don’t make me.” I could sympathize with his pain, but he looked far too old to be causing a scene like this in public. By the age of seven or eight I had quit fighting the monthly haircuts on my grandparents kitchen counter.

“It looks good when you let her cut it, baby,” the mother croaked. Her voice was phlegmy at first, like she had just either drank a glass of milk or smoked a cigarette, but she was able to stabilize it somewhat by the end of her sentence. The two family members argued quietly, as I tried to focus on what exactly I was going to tell my barber to ensure that the trim would not result in a breakdown.

I didn’t see, or hear, what happened beforehand, but I witnessed the boy buck up to his mother, back down and then hastily make his way through the back of the shop to the restroom. The woman didn’t chase after him. All the barbers looked to her, concerningly.

“I’m all good,” she laughed in her smoggy Southern drawl, “Ya know what they say, something about an apple.” I tried not to make eye contact with her as she made her exit. I followed soon after.

On my way out, as the boy was hesitantly climbing into the chair behind me, I saw her staring blankly out at the thoroughfare and then farmland that lay in front of that barber shop/ gas station. She was lightly puffing on her cigarette. I was able to identify the brand immediately. I can recognize the smell of a Pall Mall from a mile away, the same kind my Daddy smoked while I was growing up. I didn’t end up getting my hair cut.

[troutfur]

augur au: cinderheart dealing with the fallout that came from her relationship with jaypaw

This is a very interesting prompt considering the plot of to Aaron and his sons because a very important point is that whatever consequences ultimately befall Cinderheart it's got to be kept as under wraps as possible. She can't have too public a punishment, and it must under no circumstances leave ThunderClan. The whole of ThunderClan's foreign policy depends on it.

And yet I do like the idea that Cinderheart is forever tainted by this scandal. Gaining a reputation as a cheater and a seductress and a rule breaker. I don't think she'd ever be able to carry a litter without some nasty rumors.

Rather than try to figure out now what the punishment on the part of Firestar and Sandstorm would be I elected to use this prompt to write about the emotional fallout. Take this as a potential intro scene for a Hollyleaf-centric entry I may eventually write.

(Want your own ~500 word ficlet from me? Take a look at my guidelines and submit a prompt! I'll be doing them all November long.)

Cinderheart’s absence from her nest had bothered Hollyleaf a lot more than she wanted to admit. It was a little pathetic, really. Only just the night before they’d shared their vigil and they had a whole life to sleep near each other in the warriors’ den ahead of them. But nevertheless it stung. She was second to a puerile fantasy, to a shameful demonstration she’d be above had she been in that position.

Cinderheart had chosen to sleep in while she still could instead of awakening for her assigned dawn patrol, and in thinking up that metaphor Hollyleaf hated how self explanatory the why was.

Swallowing an exhale Hollyleaf resolved to take a walk under the moonlight to clear her thoughts, picking perhaps the worst --best?-- moment she could. She caught the silvery glint that danced on Crowfeather’s fur as he crossed the bramble barrier and right behind a sulking Jaypaw dragging his feet.

“Oh dear StarClan,” Hollyleaf cursed under her breath. With Cinderheart nowhere to be seen, now she couldn’t just stick to her original intention. No matter how slim the chance she had to hold on to hope that the absolute worst hadn’t come to pass.

It wasn’t long until Cinderheart would come, her tail lasing behind her and her steps heavy as she shoved her way through the barrier.

“Hey, Cinderheart, are you--”

“Leave me alone!” she spat, pointedly slapping across Hollyleaf’s face with her tail.

Hollyleaf let her bound over towards her nest before she followed in, finding her screaming with frustration with only the moss to muffle herself. “Hey, I know it must be hard, but--”

“What do you even know?!” she screeched. “And why do you even want me to tell? It’s only going to be a stain in you brats’ oh so precious lineage.”

“Watch that mouth you--” Hollyleaf managed to catch herself before she could mouth it. Though rightful fury burned inside her she just knew Cinderheart wasn’t the kind of uncouth brute that would deserve that treatment. “I just...” she said, turning to a softer voice. “I don’t know how much of what I suspect is true, but it was my brother being his usual self wasn’t it?”

Cinderheart sank her claws further into her nest. “Quit trying. You’re not gonna get anything that Crowfeather won’t already be reporting to the leader and the Matriarch.”

“Cinderheart,” Hollyleaf said with a sigh. “If you don’t want to tell me you don’t need to but... I want to know what even made you so upset.”

“I just feel so used,” Cinderheart got out almost choking on the words. “I knew it wasn’t going to be forever. I knew Jaypaw and I were playing at being mates more than anything. But I thought he at least did love me. Why? Why?! He’s leaving for RiverClan tomorrow, he didn’t even really have a punishment to avoid.”

Never once before had Hollyleaf tasted such bitterness in being vindicated. She’d have to yell at her brother at some other time but for now her task was to comfort her friend. “What did he do?” Hollyleaf pressed.

“The moment Crowfeather saw us he put all the blame on me,” Cinderheart said. “And he had the utter audacity to try and claim that I being a warrior and him and apprentice made me the one who should’ve known better. As if he hadn’t been knowing since three moons old who his mate was going to be.”

“Oh Cinderheart that’s...” A part of Hollyleaf wanted to tell her exactly why she should’ve seen that coming from that brat. But it was a moment for comfort, so she settled besides Cinderheart and wrapped her tail around her. With rhytmic thoughts she began to lick at her cheek. “I’m really sorry my brother did this to you. It must have made you very happy for you to take that risk.”

“He made me feel so special,” Cinderheart said. “I wanted to believe that when push came to shove he would accept the risk that came with it.”

Your first mistake was thinking that Jaypaw had the least amount of honor, she thought but bit her tongue.

“I hope I’ll make you feel that special myself one day...” Hollyleaf murmured, almost inaudibly.

[scalamore]

Ch 105 Translation errors

Original KR: 아칸 1세의 황자가 살아 있다는 속설이 있어요

Tappy's version: Akan I is said to still be alive, according to popular belief.

My translation: There's a rumor that Akan I's prince is still alive.

Not sure why tappy forgot to include the “prince” part. Akan is dead dead. Not sure why they chose “popular belief” because it’s not a popular, widespread belief. It’s a “rumor”. Alternatives could be “there’s a saying”, “there’s a myth”, or “there’s talk”. ====

Original KR:

아르눌프와 대공만 불구로 만들면 돼요.

황실의 핏줄을 잇지 못하게, 황제가 될 수 없을 만큼.

Tappy's version: You only need to maim Arnulf and Grand Duke Ventibolt To prevent them from inheriting the throne and carrying on the imperial family's lineage.

My translation:

You only need to cripple/disable Arnulf and the Grand Duke. So they can't continue on the imperial family's bloodline, as they can't become Emperor. Double checking with Shi-Chan (Main KTL)’s translation: He can’t become Emperor, therefore ensuring that the imperial bloodline is cut off.

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I actually checked with Shi-Chan on this part, because i was so ??? By Tappy’s translation (which inevitably caused a lot of confusion amongst english readers). Basically, they translated it wrong… this translator has a tendency to mix up the subjects. IN this case, the subject they are talking about is “Emperor”… which they for some reason translated as “inheriting the throne”?? The word for “Emperor” is right there? So, when talking about the them potentially becoming Emperor, it’s rather “they can’t”, because “if they are crippled (injured) to the point they can’t lead the people as the Emperor, then they can’t continue on the imperial family’s bloodline/legacy”. Tappy’s version says the opposite - is that they have to cripple (or maim i guess) Arnulf/Ventibolt to STOP them from becoming Emperor and to STOP them from continuing on their legacy. Does that make sense? Or does it still sound the same ^^;;; Sorry if it doesn’t. I tried to explain the best i could.

But it makes sense why people are trying to spread that Lari wants to castrate Arnulf… i guess >_>;;; *sigh* —

Edit:

Note: this is the one that perplexed me more. I see hubbub around that Lari proposed to Rupert to maim, AKA castrate Arnulf/Ventibolt in order to solidify Rupert’s chances of the throne. When I heard that, i was like ??? No? Where are you guys getting this from? Because the the word used, would be better as “cripple/disabled”, in the sense of “cause a bodily injury to the point where he can’t be a leader anymore”. For some reason people are spreading that Lari means to “maim”, meaning to cut off his ability to have children, thus he is no longer eligible for the throne because he can’t have children? *where is that coming from*? I mean… in various societies, if the king doesn’t have children, then the power is passed on to his sibling/brother, and THEIR children? If he’s the first in line, he’s first in line for the throne. (Gives example of current English Royal family)

Also, later on we find out that Ventibolt does have a son…. Rupert actually announces to everyone that the son exists LOL. But he says that it doesn’t matter if the son exists, because his father, Ventibolt is a traitor who committed treason, who has his status and title revoked, their armies absorbed into the Imperial family.. basically the son is as good as a commoner from a shamed, fallen family now. He may have the bloodline, but he has no power or wealth, and there is no one who will support him to go against Rupert.

So yes, when Lari says that there’s three parts to legitimacy of the throne: bloodline, wealth, power, that means that the Emperor needs all 3. Having 2/3 or 1/3 is not enough. Ventibolt’s son has only one, so he’s disqualified. Through Rupert’s military work, both Arnulf and Ventibolt also technically have only one out of the three (bloodline), so he’s pretty much assured in victory because he controls their wealth/military forces.

Also, in the series, only Eva/House Belois/Lari knows that the Crazy Emperor is infertile. (Because Eva told Trash dad, and Lari found out through the obsidian). Despite all the (true) rumors that Rupert is an illegitimate child spread by the queen, it was all considered “baseless rumors” in the end. The queen herself is not in a position where she can announce to others that the Emperor is infertile, because that would completely undermine Arnulf’s legitimacy. The moment she reveals her suspicion that Rupert is not the true son, is when fingers will point at HER and Arnulf, as well as House Arnbach who want to grab on that power desperately. The only reason why no one suspects them, is because she tried very hard to have Arnulf externally appear as the “beloved, wealthy, prince character”.

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[starry-skies-116]

I’ve made a profile for my new ROTTMNT OC you guys listen the hecking heck up-:

Name: Samail Rahmoun

Pronouns: He/they/it, and all neopronouns

Gender: Intersex genderqueer transguy

Sexuality: Demi aroace, bi-oriented

Species: Human-turned-mutant

Nationality: Iraqi-Indian American

Family: Mother, Father, Ufairah and Jebrael (older siblings, of whom are both twins- Samail is 16, Ufairah and Jebrael are 17. Samail disregards the one-year difference, yet Ufairah and Jebrael don’t.)

Mutant type: Jackal

Age: 16

Weapon: Scepter of Purana (an ancient staff crafted from obsidian and shimmering steel, imbued with divine mystic energy from the jinn, a race of mutant-like creatures who shame the same origin as yokai and now live exiled to another plane- for some reason it resonates strongly with the Key to Purana, an ancient tablet full of unmeasurable divine mystic power and wisdom that can grant one wish, of which nobody knows the whereabouts of.).

Neurodivergencies: Autism, ADHD, Dyscalculia, PTSD from being turned into a mutant by Baron Draxum and just barely escaping his laboratory.

Appearance: 

In jackal form, he has smooth black fur with golden bright amber eyes, dark sclera and slit pupils with anthropomorphic features characteristic of most mutants. There’s a fluffy tail that’s kinda long, too, as well as a full set of canines. He’s also bipedal, but can run on all fours (this increases his speed greatly).

In human form, he has a slightly muscular figure with curved hips, and is 5’3, with a bruise on his arm where the oozesquito stabbed him that eventually transforms into a glowing tattoo of the infamous Mahamatra’s sigil that he displays whenever in combat. He has dark tan skin, a beautiful face, curly and voluminous black hair styled into a mullet that fades into brown, maroon tinted cheeks, roseate dark lips, two dimples, and a long and broad, pointed nose. Samail also has very thick eyebrows, long and thick sideburns and visible canines in his full smile with exposed teeth.

Personality: A powerful, intelligent vigilante by night, yet a helpful and sweet high schooler by day, Samail is the epitome of a kind and gentle elder within a youngster’s body. His main title is Commander Mahamatra- carrying the lineage of jinn, mutant creatures with an origin similar to Yokai, he delivers justice upon those who dare transgress and hurt the innocent.

Prone to eccentric behaviours and peppering his speech and mannerisms with elusive and strange behaviours and words, he is still nevertheless a loving, cheerful, caring and fun individual to be around, despite his social skills needing a bit of work. He does suffer from low-self esteem and anxious episodes due to fear of not being able to live up to his Grandfather’s legacy, as well as panic attacks from the mutagen fusing with his lineage and unleashing a once dormant power. 

Fun fact about Samail: if he had voicelines, he’d have lots of voicelines similar to Nahida’s: 

“Quick, let’s find shelter, or all sorts of mushrooms and plants will start growing on our heads!”

“Somethin’ on your mind again, darling? Let’s work through it together- multiple heads are better than one~!” 

“Do you want to play hopscotch? I heard games are a great way to facilitate emotional bonds between different individuals! Don’t worry, I’ll draw the triangles extra-big for you!”

He’s also quite lonely at school, as he doesn’t have any close relationships save for his family and his childhood crush/sweetheart Lucius Zhang, who he’s acquaintances with. This changes when he meets the turtles and takes quite the fascination to them in the most harmless, sweet way, wanting to travel with them and help them on their adventures and missions, as well as grow close to them and form deep emotional bonds with them.

He has a soft spot for jokes, puns and one-liners to try and lighten the mood. He is serious and dignified in work-related situations and matters, and holds justice and integrity as the highest value above all else, religiously holding the belief that every soul will be weighed at the end of their ‘journey’.

He harbors a deep and festering grudge against Baron Draxum and The Foot Clan, and later, the Shredder and the Kraang, viewing them as threats to Earth, which he calls ‘humanity’s birthright and home that they have no right to.’ Samail, as the Commander Mahamatra, is deeply dedicated to his ideals of justice and viewing the law as eternal, and punishing any transgressions and sinners that may violate said law. They are cruel, harsh and callous to those who hurt others or break the law, and holds no sympathy towards whatever their reasons may be.

Samail is fairly relaxed outside of his ‘work’ on the level of the Turtles, being an avid fan of cooking, domestic work, independent academic study, online strategy games, and card games as well as video games. He grows over time to hold an incredible and deep emotional attachment to the turtles, considering them also to be his brothers and comrades.

Samail is hyperempathetic of those who suffer under those who abuse their power and status, which is likely why they’re so fervent about punishing and murdering criminals. He also takes frequent walks atop the roofs of New York City to calm his mind as well as patrol.

Favorite foods: Street food, most notably curries, tahchin, kebabs and shawarma- any Indian or Middle Eastern cuisine.

Least favorite foods: Pudding, Licorice, Dango, Mochi, Caramels, or any food that makes them feel like their teeth are being glued together. Pizza included… okay, fine. Pizza’s the only exception, but only specific types!

[19catsncounting]

Confession: I haven’t actually watched Season 15, the season where God is the antagonist and is therefore far more thoroughly explored, but I have been thinking of a way to reconcile fate, free will, and whether or not God is omniscient in the context of Supernatural, focusing primarily on the apocalypse and Lucifer’s fall.

I think the idea of the three primordial entities - God, Amara, Death - standing as equals that are unable to rule over one another without considerable effort and outside force is Really Neato. I think it’s absolutely essential to God being omniscient, if Amara and Death are also omniscient, and more importantly, all three are divine beings that rule over their aspects in totality. Similar to parent-child relationships in computer systems, God’s creations are His children and He contains and rules over anything that those creations could or will be.

And, because God is possibly the only one really creating children to rule over (the reapers get So Messy in the ‘Are they Death’s? Are they a subclass of angels? Did God make reapers to give to Death and try to cage Death in a little bit through them?’ <- my personal preference), we can’t really explore what that relationship would look like in a 1:1 way with the other primordial entities. Sure, we know that Death will reap God, we know that Death can do things outside of the rules that God sets forth - Death can go in and out of Lucifer’s Cage, for example. God had to lock Amara away because She could destroy anything She wanted, regardless of what He wanted or how He tried to protect it.

But, the big issue with God being omniscient is - well, did God actually want the devil? If God writes out fate, then He knew Lucifer would rebel, or allowed them to rebel, or made it so Lucifer would rebel, and so, can Lucifer really be punished for those actions that were at the end of the day controlled by God?

Lucifer might have been the very first exception, the very first creation that escaped God’s complete control, because Lucifer had the Mark of Amara - the first curse - which warped Lucifer. The Mark that bound Dean to Amara, tied his soul so profoundly to this primordial entity that it changed Her, was contained in Lucifer as well. Lucifer became not just a child of God, but a child of Amara as well by being a creation of God that contains an aspect of Amara. And, with that first taste of free will that any creation had, Lucifer rebelled, rose up against humanity and fought against Heaven, and was only (possibly only able to be) thrown into the Cage after giving the Mark of Amara to Cain. (And to get Sad, the corruption of the Garden of Eden becomes a more direct parallel to Lucifer’s fall through this interpretation - humanity is innocent and not meant to understand nakedness and lust and shame until they commit those things, and Lucifer does not understand free will or that it is a sin against God or not allowed because it’s not supposed to exist, until they commit it.)

Cain, and Dean, very interestingly, cannot be killed by Death while they bear that Mark. Death, as an equal primordial entity, canonically cannot overrule this aspect of Amara.

This brings us back to the apocalypse - we’re told repeatedly that God has written this story, with an open-ending, but either Lucifer dies or Michael dies, one archangel kills the other. Lucifer, freed from the Cage and without the Mark of Amara, is acting in accordance to the script again, but free will wins, despite how Cain still has the Mark of Amara and isn’t involved at all. He’s keeping those bees in Missouri, unbothered, fully moisturized.

And this may be an admittedly sprawling and messy answer to that — the lineage descending from Cain and Abel also carries the power of the Mark of Amara. Dean and Sam have to be descendants of both Cain and Abel, unified by their shared parents, and maybe that’s because Cain’s descendants also have that aspect of Amara shielding them at least partially from God’s influence. That can be a little supported by how Cain argues his children are predisposed to murder, the most feasible form of destruction for humans to accomplish, that the Mark craves, but it also means that the free will that humanity is purportedly blessed with is not an intentional blessing from God, but an unintentional creation from Amara, Lucifer, and Cain.

But maybe there’s a simpler answer - Dean and Sam had both died and been brought back to life before the apocalypse. Both were touched by Death, and maybe that gave them aspects of Death to carry, to shield them from God’s influence. Maybe God thought that Death wouldn’t care to influence the apocalypse or try to stop it, but we know that Death did - Death didn’t have to give Dean the horseman ring or the secret to open the Cage, but Death literally gave Dean the means to completely derail God’s planned apocalypse.

Whether Amara gave humanity free will through Cain or Death gave it to the Winchesters, this time around, God seems to be entertained by the genuine suspense and surprise awaiting him in the apocalypse. He, as Chuck, is just writing things down as it happens, He might not be actually bound by Heaven as Zachariah threatens Chuck that He is, but He is overpowered and caged in by another entity’s influence and forced to watch things play out. And He’s enjoying it a bit, He’s pleased to see the ending that does play out with Sam’s swan dive and love conquering all, because even though He wasn’t a fan of Lucifer destroying His newest toys which was Amara’s sin in His eyes, surprise to an omniscient being is definitely rare and can be delightful.

Anyway, that’s a lot of red string and meta to say that if Lucifer got out of the Cage and took back the Mark of Amara from Cain and also had Death bound, she could beat God to death with a hammer Looney Tunes style.

[hikoalabear]

(2/2) I was lying there with this heat in my lower abdomen as I was shrieking, wailing, and screaming. It felt like I was pushing the hell out of my body all of the exhaustion from being poor, from all the limitations of growing up in poverty, and from being stuck with all the lack and the endless survival that comes with it. I even saw Neil at our small apartment sleeping and I was crying as I told him "I'm going to get us out of here." The heat now goes up in my stomach, I've felt the sadness and loathing of my younger self for feeling hungry— she's mad at her parents for being poor. Then I felt the pain, guilt, and shame of my grandmother and mother for not being able to provide enough for their children. I was just mind-blown by that revelation, it was never their intention to starve us or want any of us to struggle. They were doing the best they could to make ends meet and I feel so sorry for them. I cried and I cried, purging all of their blockages, pain, and humiliation for not being the parents they wanted to be. Then I found myself swirling in a pool of water like I was inside a washing machine with a POV of all of the things that I've been longing for — that house, car, money, among other things— and there was this knowing that the God was leaving me these messages: "Everything you want is just out there for you to claim." "Magaling ka, ang galing galing mo! Kaya mo abutin lahat ng pangarap mo." I can't stop crying from being overwhelmed. I was thumping my chest as I said: "Ang daming dumurog ng self confidence ko, pero binuo ulit 'to ni Lord." "Hindi nagkulang ang panginoon, laging meron!" There was such great freedom as my old self died, taking with her all the lack, suffering, limiting beliefs, low self-esteem, poverty mindset, shame, and pain that I and generations before me have been carrying in our reincarnations. As I heal, also I heal my entire lineage by cutting the cords of poverty to open the doors to abundance. I then empower my painting— a sunbird resting on a branch with the sun, skies, mountains, and falls in its background— to keep on releasing lack and blockages as part of my healing journey and welcome abundance in my life. Suddenly I'm the sunbird, soaring through the skies with the view of the mountains, falls, and clouds; even tasting the bitter-sweet nectar in my mouth. Indeed, we lack nothing because the universe is so abundant! We have all we ever need and we can just get whatever we want, we just need to let go of all the illusions and lies that we've been programmed to buy into. Money is an illusion, don't be obsessed with it! Everything is energy, money is energy. When we use energy, it doesn't disappear it only changes from one form of energy into another form of energy. So don't be afraid to spend for and invest in yourself, it's okay now— there's no lack, no hunger, and no limits because abundance is your birthright along with all the creatures of the Earth. Remember that there's so much abundance that comes with our creativity and God-given talents. Now that you are abundant, learn how to give! The more you give, the more you receive; because we are all connected, and when you give to others you also give to yourself. Don't worry about not having enough, there's always more than enough for you! So let the energy of abundance flow in and out of you and be a good steward of your blessings. God's love and abundance never fail, it never runs out of you. Every day, have an attitude of gratitude! There's so much to be grateful for— our family, relationships, friends, colleagues, food, shelter, senses, body, cats, plants, birds, water, air, the Earth, the good and the bad, the entire universe, everything. The more gratitude we have in our hearts, the more we attract great things to be grateful for.  How do you even get out of lack when it's the only thing you know your whole life? There's no lack to begin with— it's all in your head— the universe is so abundant, just get whatever you want!

[hogwartslegacyrp]

QotD 6: Why is their name, their name?

Feel free to answer these with your own OCs even if you're not on our server :)

Aodh:

In the Macolair family, as early as their beginnings in 700AD Scotland, their lineage had been marked by an occasional representation of brilliant red hair, and coincidentally, those same wizards being leagues more gifted than their family members. Old poems and lore had been passed down about the ‘FireCrown’ gifted to a select few, but it’s legitimacy was hardly proven. None the less, Aodh’s Father, one without the gift named him an old Gaelic name for “Fire” in light of his son’s hair color. An old name shared by many great FireCrowns in their past.

Bjorn: When their baby boy was born to the happy couple, Bjorn’s father already knew his wife had been plagued for most of her life by the Maledictus curse, that forced her to assume the shape of a bear. It was a shame and a burden she carried for her entire life. Knowing that she would one day be taken by it, Mr. Kaldberg, out of love and reverence to his wife and newborn son, named him the Norse name for “bear”, so that his wife may know his love for her, and his son would never forget her.

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞: Her parents had no idea for names at all so they decided if something happens on the day she was born, she would be named something that’s related to that. Then on the day she was born, the moon was at its brightest shining over London and because of how it shined through their hospital room, her mom thought about Selene, the Greek Goddess of the Moon.

Anemone: Her parents liked the flower and thought it was a cute name for her, that's about it. As for her last name- it follows traditional naming conventions. She's from a family of farmers known mostly for their berries, and their land has a very old, big oak tree on it- hence Oakberry.

Samuel Wood: Samuel was my favorite of the most popular boy names of the era, it's just a really sweet name honestly lol. And who could forget Oliver Wood, legendary quidditch team member in the original HP series? Means the surname is canon, I don't know if they have a connection I care to build, but I liked the ring to it.

Gyda: Gyda Thorne. Just a name I’ve reused for various different RP settings. Thorne coincidentally is the name of one of the games minor villains (an Ashwinder) who looks old enough to be Gyda’s aunt, and it fits with one reason her mother has little to do with ‘that side’ of the family

[cosmicangel888]

Shifting through the Density - Celebrate the Breaking ~ YOU ARE EVOLVING ~ 5D

In the sharing, exploration, navigation, expression is all a journey of healing, and when you do the introspection, reflection and how only mastery is earned, one can achieve the innate moments in which any experience can be peaceful and peaceable -

For you are not responsible for the unhealed, unwounded issues of others, and how and why they behave, take their issues and pain out on you, which is the dark experiences of any narcisstic environment, partnerships, in which regardless of how you are, there is blame, shame, degrading;

When you understand how and why others behave, you set the appropriate boundaries, engagement rules, detach from the abuse of it, and minimize the affects over you - and set forth a path of simply navigating and breaking the conformity, roles, rules, and subjugations of having to make anyone feel satisfied that you won't engage in their lack of self degradation war-path; and when you won't engage, when you choose peace, when you say no, oftentimes, that is when the punishment really kicks in;

This comes from what was seen, taken in when they were children; seeing women being degraded for speaking truth, and they get beaten emotionally, taken from emotionally, sly depressive comments, degrading comments when a success, however small and grand it may be, is to rip them down again;

keep em mean and keep em clean - a very toxic way that many had seen their mother treated; women beaten, women being taken advantage for their wisdoms, spoken over as if they are not there, misogyny on every level; Mentally, emotionally, physically, psychically and ehterically, spiritually and the children and in some social races & lineages, the men are glorified and never held accountable for any level of brutal in humane and degrading behaviour -

Communities are here, and every person has a part to re-write

I speak of my experiences and I have this right; I will call out every experience that is my experience to heal; there are very degrading humans that been a part of my life experience and to the point of such abuse and neglect that has taken years of healing to speak about;

All Heavens, all life - DF// DM - ONE - Balance, Harmony, Peace

in which those that were the closest to you, creating scheming, planning, stalking harassing and so covertly and knowing the systems of community, the corruption, the systems of protection, the hiding behind masks, businesses, and titles, power, money the abuse continues and not only does it continues it gets even more depraved;

To create a life around the taking, the story-telling of deceit, corrupting of the spirit, the kindness, the power of spiritual healing or integrity and truth one carries can be a death wish when you have such ego-entitled power hungry truly wounded people that were brought up in homes in which women were only seen as cooks and taxi's and treated even less than as divine sacred beings of tremendous power of healing, intelligence, and care

Never have we been seen to carry the greatest light on our planet, never have we been treated with grace, or divine sacred treasuring, and my experience was the exact opposite so that I can pull the darkness of such depravity from the earth history and alchemize into a new story of humanity - in which children will not be used, abused, taken for their light, life, and used as if they were a blow-up doll to get off on and throw away like trash - that is exactly the 'disconnect' and the degradation that goes on in the 'underground' and billions of dollars are being hidden, traded, and expunged by such sick systems -

How has our thinking, our disconnect from our bodies, the babies that women bare, and care for, looking at them in every moment of their existence with adoration that God has breathed each with in this glorious ride of experiences - and all is being taken advantage of - raped from the spirit of love, joy, sacredness and soul - raping on every level

I was vibrationally raped; when a sleek and sly lie was told, so blatantly and I would call someone out on it, there was a smirk, a smile, the tempting power one thinks they gain of creating a whole world of underground life while the other side of that life is deconstructed through every lie told; and everyone involved, the animals, the children, the home are built with cracks in all foundations and loosing trust, loosing oneself and the knowing, sensing of the intuition are destroyed - that is was deceit does;

Deceit is grey, dark, black - is seen in the aura and words; then is within the cells, and tissues of matter; becoming illness, disease, then to have a person, groups of people, not only building a community of such lies, deceit to bully, take 1 light worker down for their ways of light, truth, passion of healing helping to inspire humanity out of such low vibrational sickness; groups gather in chanting to pour hate, pour root work and ancient sacred work meant for healing, to warp the chakra's and mind, sense of self, sense of love, sense of all that is innocence, to break, to bring poverty, the long- enduring pain, suffering that was the intention of such work, their intentions were to cause a long-drawn out painful suffering -

competition - to be in the same 'spiritual' community and envy, jealousy, no different than the music industry and the ceremonies, sacrifices, and unground hell that is created through the need the desire to be 'powerful' or 'win' through which is corrupt and so very illusory - power is never gained by such; and understanding energy, universal laws, these are falsity and illusions that underground cults, leaders of such darkness, to sway the mind, siphon the light, energy, attention, focus, anything that can be taken, these succubus entities will create any pyramid scheme, church, masked 'spiritual' business and do so©

Every new day - arise, bring light to your life, your story and sharing - and if those are now in their boots shaking of truths finally being uprooted - then so be it - then perhaps it will cause a few to stop, soften, silence, and homage to the women that bore them, and their value of their life, and the many timelines in which they were women, bisexual, and abused for being so -

It is a reflection of you, the light worker sending your darkness light is you - it is a higher version o you - and you damn, and you project such hate- it is you - and your children see your actions, see the vibration of sadness and self harm seep from your skin and know that your life becomes it - and then you wrongly project, bring pain, bring jealousy, and envy and more crime, more violence and hate to one that is simply only holding truth for you to wake up

what vibration will you be known for; it is choice and all have a now moment to choose anew; what illusions and lies are you being told about you - you can choose to change It -

What is your value and have the words, the chants, the circles of false churches that have bred the unfeeling, the unkind, the judgments, the hatred of any life; to sacrifice anything, any life, any moment of precious life

The years of games schemes, plans, chanting and hate work; may you all be equally loved and made whole - you are forgiven

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgiRKjuTlrI&t=1886s

When the day is that spirit quickens within you; all magic, mystery, the gentleness of God, will be felt and all that you have projected hate at, the illusions and crazy attitudes you storied of another awakened aligned soul will be exactly the dream you are living - when no other high is better than being aligned with your highest self - Godself - and thus is the journey -

When truth triggers you - heal it - honour it, value it, you are changing - you are alchemizing - embrace it -

I don't give a flying fuck who believes in me, or thinks of what I say as true; this is my life and it is true for me - I know who I am and my experiences - I know who have defamed me in every ounce of their dishing it out - I am a seer and feel it all -

I transmute it into the ground I walk on and will allow any who so desire to be and feel love that this is only way through any dimension and be very discerning of anyone, anyone offering you a slandered scheme of get rich quick, selling your soul, offering your sacrifice to the bidding of the devil - and don't worry if you did, for God is in that too - and God will always allow you to return - for that is LAW -

The law of One - maybe there should have been a little offering and humility to learn such before the deconstruction and damage that is unnecessary - and why the Law of One should be the first learnings and teachings as we begin to awaken to who we are as multi-dimensional beings and what we truly exist within -

This is my life, my expression and I have my birthright to share, to express, to heal and offer my life, light, my honour to all that is - in the grace of what and how it is given - I know who I am and what God is, for me, and I will share it, and I will not stand down to satisfy corrupt systems of degradation of humanity and life - wake up dear ones - we are love; we are one - I am a version of you

What darkness and lack of self is within for healing that is healable - for what has been done is false - for your souls growth to click; compassion and care, gentleness is the only way forth in any higher realm - or surrender to the lower vibrations of hate, it is a choice - for none will continue to take and deprave the innocent - it is not a war, it is not judgment; it is the science of energy and our fields of 5D - the dark will be Brought to life light for all to be a part and a loving part of re-writing - your story or harm, healing, taking is how you heal another - heal your lineage - your journey is how you heal -

Creation is threaded - spiralling within NOW - all is NOW - you are healing all of your lifetimes - you are the weaver; you offer yourself up on your next journey - who are you

I have been with Jesus, in many dimensions, as He continues to walk with us, in other threads of earth, and masters that walk with me, I walk with beings that you could not imagine of their form, I walk with 8 foot arachnids, I walk with the divine vibrations of God Song, and was a promise for coming forth in this dimension; I have been a goddess, queen and a conquerer, I have been kings, queens, and the depraved; I have met the devil in 100 faces and spaces of darkness and in the dreams and illusions of those wishing hate and ill to bring death to my precious heart - God is of such - for me to know, sense, and have compassionate words and knowing for all life - this was my journey - and some took it far too far - and still sit in their fate of their own hate, refusing to leave the anger of their own inner wounding-

Spirit and Source - God, the CREATOR is the healer of all life - so go within and seek such - for this is a law - a truth - God is - the lover of all life - the mother and in unison equally with grand respect - the Father grants the Mother the way of all life and birth - He lifts Her for this lifetime of all earth in our galaxy for the DF in our galaxy has been grossly imbalanced and Gaia is the vibrational spark to re-align - her unconditional love for us is overwhelming and when you awaken you will weep with her when you see, hear any bomb or disgrace of our oceans, our drinking water, and air is ever conceived

Face it own it - heal it -= this is your part as an ascension leader - it can be no other way - choice = reality

May you know how precious you are, how all are, how all life is sacred, precious and the more gentle and empowered one is to stand and speak of spirit, the importance of all life, all allowance of the healing and bringing humanity to new levels; never ever should a child be used, in any way, to degrade and serve as a toy, a commodity, or servant, never should an animal be sacrificed for a false sense of self; rather may we heal the deep seeded abuse - the linages of abuse and torment that has been caused to every person harassed for being pure of heart, and kind; unusual in light, and wisdoms, and know that Spirit, Source, the Universe will support your path of bringing new integrity and light to life everywhere -

And so be it

Joanna

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