#and love is so freely given and so abundant

[jackalopescruff]

i think a lot abt all the hugs i got from random dude bros doing delivery back when i worked my warehouse job when my not at all hiding my transness ass would hand these college guys $40, $50 dollar tips because i knew it was hard and i was lucky in that time. I really hope they all made it, they all told me about their big college dreams and talked about their friends and how they would pay it forward. they always asked if a hug was okay every single time. people arent bad they really arent and sometimes i think its nice to hear that i as a very clockable trans woman was loved and appreciated beyond measure by random strangers bringing me a pizza and i wont forget them.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Is It Easier for You to Say You Never Loved Me Anyway?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Commonwealth (Pre- France)

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; Angst; Poorly Written Smut

Summary: “We were built to fall apart and fall back together.” - Taylor Swift

A/N: Requested by @unhingedbiatch I hope this is what you were envisioning! Also, Leah never happened. Nope.

*gif is not mine

It was two days before he was set to leave when he saw you walk through the gates of the Commonwealth. His heart roared, stomach flipping at the sight of you after so many years. He knew he couldn’t approach you until you had been processed into the community, encouraging him to find Mercer and put a word in to speed things up. He had to see you. 

Your relationship began as reluctant friends during the time at the quarry but blossomed into so much more by the time your eyes fell onto the prison. When your family found Alexandria, he was your everything. And you were his. The openness between you was never guarded, a secret garden where you each could travel when the world threatened to tear you down. 

But as they say, nothing lasts forever. 

The two of you separated after Rick’s death, Daryl unable to live with himself if he didn’t put everything into finding a body to lay to rest; you unable to remain in Alexandria under the knowledge that he was leaving you and had refused your offer to come along. He had broken your heart but you loved him no less for it.  

Now Daryl waited for you, a nervous energy culminating inside him. He still loved you. He had never stopped. He felt as if you had taken half his heart with you when you left for your own travels, never knowing where that precious piece of him had been taken or if you’d thrown it away once you realized that he was never good enough to trust with half of your own. 

When you walked out of the processing center a day later, he was there, having waited all night. When your eyes met his, they softened, your arms open before you could even reach him for the embrace both of you had yearned to return to during an absence you couldn’t take back. 

“I missed ya.” Daryl whispered into your hair, his voice a rasp. You held him tighter with a feeling of both your hearts becoming whole in the safety of one another’s arms. 

“I missed you too.”

It was as if you’d never left. 

Daryl showed you around, smiles abundant and given freely without a care of who saw him; a change you wished you’d been around to see manifest. Maybe you were seeing its birth, your unexpected return being the catalyst that gave him enough security for others to see him as you always had. 

You reunited with Carol and Judith, while meeting RJ for the first time. He filled you in on losses Aaron hadn’t already told you about. Promised you’d have plenty of time to catch up with everyone after the next day. You didn’t know then what that had meant. 

It wasn’t until later that night, you on his lap and curled into his chest while he stroked your hair, that the demons hovering unseen while the sun had lit the path outside clawed their way into the space between you. 

“Where’d ya go?” 

“West. Stayed a while in Missouri, then headed southeast. Tennessee was a train wreck but there were some good people there.” You drew your knees a little closer to your chest, making yourself appear smaller against him. “Did you find him?” Daryl dropped his gaze and shook his head. The knowledge that he had left you for something he had failed to achieve was almost too much to bear. 

“Did ya—did ya find someone out there?” He muttered, not yet finding the courage to look you in the eye. 

“No.” You leaned back your head to find him staring off the side. You knew that look. You knew him like the back of your hand. With a fingertip against the far side of his face, you encouraged him to turn toward you. “I wasn’t out there looking for a replacement for you, Daryl.” He dipped his chin in a quick nod. “Did you? Find someone, I mean?

“Nah.” You couldn’t lie: you felt like you had been holding your breath in wait for that single answer. “Weren’t lookin’ neither.” The smile you gave him was tender and reassuring, your fingertip still brushing his cheek. You had even missed the rough feel of the stubble he always seemed to keep. “M’leavin’ tomorrow.”

Your ministrations ceased. “What?”

“Maggie. She had some info; some leads for me ta follow.” The contrition you could hear in his tone was almost enough to stave off your anger. “S’somethin’ I hafta do.”

“Just like you had to leave me last time?” You swung your legs around to stand up. “Let me go with you this time.” 

He was already shaking his head. “Don’t know what’s out there. You’re safer here.”

“That’s the same bullshit you fed me last time, Daryl.” You were fuming now, pacing the area in front of him while he wouldn’t even meet your eyes. “I’ve been out there! I’m not staying behind again!”

“Y/N—”

“No! I had no say in this last time and it’s kept us apart for too long. I won’t do it again! Do you hear me? I won’t!”

“Didn’t know ya were gonna be here. Didn’t know ya even knew where to find me.”

“Aaron told me. I went to Alexandria first.” You knelt in front of him, ducking your head to urge him to look at you. “Please, Daryl. Please don’t do this to me again.”

“M’sorry.” He whispered. 

You remained there, staring at him in disbelief. You had just found one another only to be separated again. Using his knees to shove yourself to your feet, you grabbed your coat and the key to your temporary apartment. The door hit the wall from the force of you throwing it open. 

“Fuck you, Daryl.” You hissed. You didn’t bother closing the door, leaving him alone to listen to your retreating footfalls move further and further away. 

Late evening saw Daryl packing the last of the things he would be taking with him. He knew he wouldn’t sleep, so he allowed himself several breaks. He was leaning against the kitchen counter chastising himself for not following earlier when there came a soft knock on his door. He had no reluctance to answer and found you standing on the other side. 

“Hey.” You attempted a smile that didn’t quite manage to form. “Can I come in?”

“O’course.” Daryl opened the door a little wider and stood back to allow you to pass him, closing it behind you. He wasn’t sure how to approach you or why you had come back in the first place. “Y/N, I—”

You held up a hand to request his silence. “I know you’re not going to let me go. And I know why. I won’t claim to understand it, but I have no choice but to respect it.” You watched his head drop, not in relief but guilt, despair. He just knew he was losing you again. It didn’t take long for you to cross the minuscule space that separated you from him. “I’ll wait for you this time. Here, in this apartment. I’ll wait.”

Those perfect blue eyes were wide with hope when he lifted his head; they searched you for any indication of a lie. When he found none, he nodded curtly. “Be nice to have ya here, knowin’ you’re waitin’ an’ mad at myself for makin’ ya.”

“Good.” You mused, stroking a stubbled cheek with your knuckles. When you kissed him, he froze, body rigid. You knew him well enough to press onward, your knowledge rewarded when he settled and his arms wound around you. Fingers found their way into your hair while the other hand drew you closer from the small of your back. You were breathless when you pulled back, rubbing your cheek against his. “I’ve missed that.” Daryl hummed, allowing you a brief reprieve before his mouth was on yours again. 

He walked you back toward the couch until the bend of your knees hit and you unceremoniously fell onto the cushions. Daryl followed your descent, chasing your lips. Palms on his chest, you pushed him back to shed your coat, your shirt following as he pulled his own over his head. As he worked his belt buckle open, you grazed your fingertips over the scars you knew by heart. Each ridge, each pucker, all a part of him. 

When he began to push his jeans toward the floor, underwear in tow, you sat back and raised your hips to rid yourself of your own, leaving your lower half bare, only a plain black bra shielding the last bit of skin. His hands were on your ribs, pulling you onto his lap while he simultaneously seated himself. He couldn’t stifle the groan when he felt the heat of your core over his erection, a feeling he had missed and never sought from anyone else. 

When you reached behind you to work open the clasp of your bra, the feeling of his fingertips on your sternum gave you pause. A new scar began in the valley of your breasts and stretched to your collarbone. It was left unspoken where you received it; a story for another time. You guided his hand to your lips, kissing the tip of each finger before drawing the middle digit past your lips. You hummed and swirled your tongue around the skin while shrugging off your bra. 

Daryl’s mouth was on you in an instant, his hand falling away from your lips when they parted with a drawn out moan. He licked the curve of each breast with practiced expertise, suckling at each nipple while your hands fisted into his mane; gentle tugs urging him onward. 

You began to ache for him in a fresh rush of heat. His hips jerked upward, jostling a needy whine from you. “Please.” You whispered, guiding him away from your chest to slot your mouth over his, chaste but hard. You kept your lips close, brushing his while you rubbed your noses together to maintain that contact. “I've waited long enough.”

The archer made a sound in the back of his throat, a growl that vibrated all the way down to where your heat slid over his cock. He need not release his bruising hold on the soft skin of your hips. He simply lifted you, shifted until the tip of him caught on your entrance and lowered you onto him. You remembered the stretch instantly, how your body always willingly molded around him. You were made for him, just as he was made for you. 

He panted against your lips, no doubt in restraint. It had been so long, he was shocked he didn’t spill inside you before you were fully seated. You, though; you were just grateful to feel him. You were both back where you belonged, however brief it may be. 

You moved first, a gentle rocking that made him hiss between his teeth. You didn’t stop, even feeling him begin to twitch within you. You feared how soon it would be over yet how you yearned to watch him fall apart. Daryl, on the other hand, was not willing for things to end so quickly. He worked his hand to where the two of you were joined and squeezed the bottom of his shaft. 

“Cheater.” You pouted, shivering when he chuckled against your neck. You felt his hand slide away, slick and warm, fingers wet when he pressed them into your hip again. He helped you sit higher on your knees only to drag you down, his hips thrusting up to meet you. The push and pull of him inside you, had your head falling back in a series of ah ah ah. 

He suckled a bruise onto one breast sliding his tongue over to the pebbled nipple, grazing his teeth against the sensitive bud, pulling sound after sound from you while he helped you bounce on his lap. 

“I missed you.” Distantly, you knew there were tears and your cheeks were damp, a sudden melancholy blending and twisting its way into the pleasure he was eager to give you. You dropped your head forward, smiling wetly when you spotted the moisture shining in his blue eyes as well. The kiss was hard, sloppy, full of need; it was a trade-off of years of absence and love and longing. 

His movements had slowed, calloused hands guiding you in a slow rolling atop of him. “Missed ya too.” His voice cracked, try as he might to keep his composure. It seemed wrong to feel the heat in your belly. Such a moment should be savored. You wanted to stop, keep him there inside you past the morning, never letting him climb on that bike. 

Your body disagreed, slowly but surely barreling you toward that precipice. You whined, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He wouldn’t allow your hips to stop moving, urging you toward release. 

“Wait.” He whispered, so soft yet with an intensity like you’d never heard from him before.

“I—can’t. I’m so close, Daryl. I need—”

He gripped your flesh, bringing you to a halt, willing you to look at him. When you did, the naked plea in his gaze took your breath away, extinguishing the steady build of pleasure to an ache that would never again be sated until he returned you. 

“Wait for me. Please.”

You nodded, drawing him against you to openly sob against his hair. “I will. I promise.” You held him there, the quiet shake of his shoulders against you; the hot moisture dripping onto your skin while your own tears fell into his hair. 

Why did you choose to return now? Why couldn’t you have come back years ago? He had been back from his isolation for so long, fighting and protecting all the people you loved and he had done it all without you. Because you were selfish. You followed your wounded pride as far away from him as you could. And when you came back, expecting he had moved on, actually hoping he had, he was waiting for you. 

And now you would watch him leave you again. On a mission that was not his to undertake. You would never be able to talk him out of it. Daryl had this drive, this desire to protect. He felt like he owed everyone to ensure their happiness. This was for Judith and RJ. They deserved their family to be whole. Daryl had raised those kids in your absence, the role of surrogate father taken on willingly. Now he would try to return to them what they had been missing. 

And you knew you couldn’t sway him. 

So you cried. He cried. And when your tears ran dry, still on his lap with him softening inside of you, you pulled back and cupped his face, red-rimmed blue eyes seeking comfort and reassurance. You smiled, a genuine small upturn of your lips, and kissed him. 

“I’ll wait forever if that’s what it takes. You just come back to me, Daryl Dixon.”

With a sharp inhale, he nodded while whispering his knuckles across your jaw. He was committing you to memory. Every freckle, every scar, the twinkle in your eyes, every line, every curve. He’d take it all with him. 

You didn’t even react when he lifted you and gently placed you on your back, slipping out of you in the process. It took three strokes to bring him back to hardness. He guided himself to your entrance and thrust inside in one fluid motion, dragging a moan from you with you arching into his chest. 

There was only desperation now, each hard thrust begging you to fall apart. And you would oblige. The way he slammed into you, his tip angled to probe that spot inside of you, had you clawing for purchase on his back, his shoulders, his arms. 

“Daryl—oh my god, Daryl—I’m gonna—”

“Please.” He whispered against your ear. You were a goner. The pleasure was so intense that your eyes rolled back, vision alight with stars and shapes as your body vibrated to ride each wave. When you began to come down, you were thankful. His thrusts were prolonging your orgasm, a gentle thrum of pleasure that kept going and going as he chased his high. With teeth clenched, he pulled from within you just in time to paint your belly with warm ropes. He groaned above you, body trembling with the struggle of holding himself up as he spilled. He was left a panting mess of tremors that somehow found the strength to pull away from you. 

He reached for his discarded shirt to gently clean you, having absolutely no intention of allowing you away from him to take care of the mess yourself. The task complete, he tossed the article to who knows where and sat back, pulling you onto his lap. There was a mutual hum of contentment as you melted into him. 

“I promise I’ll wait.” 

Watching him ride away was probably the hardest thing you had ever done in your life. The last time had been filled with anger and a deep jab of betrayal. This time was different. You had conceded to watch this, made a promise to be there when he came back. 

He had held you, whispering in your ear while he smiled. It brought tears to your eyes. You nodded vigorously while he kissed you, laughing against his mouth. 

And then he was gone in a cloud of dust and the roar of an engine. 

But you would wait. 

You promised. 

[kalki-tarot]

Guidance from the universe you need right now. 🪷

Timeless pick a pile reading. ✨️

Disclaimer : tarot is not 100% accurate. This reading is just of entertainment purposes. I'm not responsible for any decision(s) you make on behalf of my readings. Your life is in your own hands. Tarot is just a tool for guidance and doesn't replace medical or professional treatment. It's not set in stone, you are the creator of your own destiny.

Reading will be specific so take what resonates and leave the rest ✨️

Pile 1

If you are feeling stuck or stagnant, go meet your friends. Get out of your house and try to have new experiences.

Your life would be in this unstable and juggling energy until you make a strong decision. Leave behind your indecisiveness and be practical.

Let go of control, be like a river, flowing freely and accepting whatever comes it's way, good or bad. This is how life works. You fears are self imposed. They don't exist in reality, break the wall you surround yourself with.

Don't worry about losing anything. You're going to be blessed with abundance and clarity soon. You're delaying and blocking your own happiness by doing so.

Divine wants to play their role in your life. Let divine intervention take place, be receptive emotionally. That ultimate wish of yours will get fulfilled. You're gonna meet someone new. You'll have an emotional connection with them, most probably a romantic connection.

For some of you, your divine union is about to take place. You'll meet your divine counterpart. Cycles have ended. Libra sign may be significant. This union will bring balance into your life. Everything will feel at their right place. Trust divine timing. Your life will be just like you've imagined.

Please leave feedback in the comments 🙏🏽

Pile 2

Someone in your friend group or workplace is probably lying to you. Beware of them and don't believe their lies, don't get manipulated by them.

Many new opportunities are coming your way, overseas travel and new job opportunities may be significant.

Universe is telling you that your hardwork will pay off. You'll reap the fruits of your hard work soon.

A female can mess up your love relationship. This female can be a clingy water sign who needs constant reassurance from people. You need not focus on her. Just focus on your relationship and don't let her get into this. They can appear sweet and caring from outside but they are heartbroken and wants to ruin things.

If you're looking for a job, or if you're facing unstablity in career then things will start to get into proper alignment. Just do your work without thinking of the results.

Things are about to change! You are expanding yourself through study, business enterprise or travel. The energy is that You are becoming more aware of the opportunities that surround you. So grab them on time! It's a great chance for you.

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Pile 3

It'll end. The situation that you're going through will end. It's over, you've had enough. Now peace and prosperity will come into your life. All the things you've given to others will come back to you. Your inner conflict will come to peace. Things are calming down for you. Some of you may get anxious thinking about these things. But trust me, now things are changing.

If someone robbed you or took away your money, karma is working in your favour. They'll get punished for what they did.

I see a traditional couple here. Some of you could be married or into a relationship. If yes, then I see a negative energy affecting your relationship. Can be a third party, addiction or toxic personality etc. That will affect this.

The message is clear, if things get out of hands, move forward. That is human nature, to change. Those who stay stuck eventually experience the consequences of not adapting. You have a lot of new options in love. Look around.

There can be a masculine energy near you who wants things to turn out great romantically with you. They can be an influential and strong individual. They can be from your childhood or a place from childhood.

Don't forget your power. You are really powerful and self sufficient. You can earn bread and money for yourself. You are highly intuitive and wise. Use your gifts, pile 3. You are blessed from the universe. You can be an empath or someone who reads other's emotions perfectly. You are a star. Don't forget that!

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[nutteu]

pseudo-incest cattonquick???

[rambling compilation]

like, ollie's parents were pam's friends, and when they died, pam gossiped all about it to elspeth, and out of the graciousness of her heart, she took the whole family to the quicks' funeral. there they saw oliver, and because he's so obedient and good and polite and traumatized, elspeth thought, oh, another project i can fix, and another child i can put my projection onto. why the hell not?

so oliver was raised by the cattons, and he easily won felix over, but it was a bit hard to get close to venetia. farleigh was surprisingly the easiest to befriend, because that boy just needed love and oliver had had that in abundance from his late family. james and elspeth loved him because he was so different than their unruly children. it's all nice and fluffy and happy because sue me, i want the fluff.

then, then, they grew up and at first, it wasn't something to worry about. oh, they were brothers, they grew up together, of course felix and oliver loved each other, would help and give each other everything. but also, and this only venetia and farleigh saw, they were willing to burn the world, to come back to each other's arms.

it was easy to overlook, if one didn't know what to look for. but felix, sweet felix and his savior complex, with all the affection one could give, loved so hard that it was suffocating to be in his arms. but that was alright, because ollie liked the feeling, liked the breathlessness of it, liked being suffocated by felix's love. it was alright, because he was used to it since their childhood.

it was okay, even if they sat closer than what was acceptable, even if they slept on the same bed because oliver often had nightmares, even if they didn't have friends except for venetia and farleigh because both oliver and felix didn't deal well with jealousy, even if they only had each other because it was all they could ask for.

it was okay, even when felix's first girlfriend ran off screaming profanities when oliver blatantly said that he didn't like her and felix put his opinion first and foremost; okay, even when oliver never had a girlfriend or boyfriend because all his time was hogged by felix; okay, even when they were wrapped around each other so tightly that there was no space allowed to be between them.

it was okay, even as they grew up and saw that what they had between them wasn't normal, or necessarily healthy, but that wasn't a concern because, hey, they had each other from the very beginning. and then, when felix punched oliver's first boyfriend, and locked oliver in his room for kissing someone he didn't approve of, it was also okay, because oliver understood, felix didn't know how to share, and it wasn't like he'd like it either if a girl or a guy hit on felix.

then, felix, with all the love he could muster, realized that it didn't matter when it came to himself, it would be just one night stands and it wouldn't matter, but poor oliver wouldn't have been able to handle that because he loved with his entire heart. felix couldn't see him get hurt, he had to do something. so he did, by protecting oliver, by chaining him close, by loving him so he'd never feel the need to ask for another's love.

elspeth and james didn't know how to handle it, so they didn't, so they let it be. even farleigh wasn't allowed to come between them, because the more felix grew up, the more he realized that other people could have coveted what oliver had always given so freely to felix, and he didn't like that. he wanted to be the only one oliver ever had the feelings and eye for. venetia understood since the start, but she knew that it'd be messy if she was involved, and it wasn't like felix or oliver would ever listen to her if she were to tell them to separate themselves from each other. so she just watched the trainwreck with a bottle on her hand.

it all came to a head when felix had a fight with oliver, because oliver accused him of being unfaithful, for dating girls left and right when they went to college, without asking oliver's opinion first, and felix felt guilty but he was too stubborn to accept the blame. so they fought, didn't contact each other, but when felix finally accepted that he had to apologize, he found that oliver was being flirted with by a girl. he had always been taught to not hurt a girl, but at that moment, he was so enraged by oliver's audacity to allow this thing to happen, and he was so, so afraid that oliver would leave him for someone else. he had always felt that way, but it was so different now when they had grown up. he couldn't just use the excuse of them being children for hogging all of oliver's attention, demanding his time and his love and his care, all in the name of 'family', because they were brothers and they were raised together. he couldn't use that excuse anymore because now they were on the cusp of adulthood and oliver, despite felix's wish and hopes, had his own freedom in choosing who he wanted to be with.

he couldn't handle the thought that it was someone else in oliver's arms, so he dealt with the issue in the way he knew-- eradicating the threat, and chaining oliver close to him, like he always did from his childhood into teenage years, and more. he punched the girl, and she screamed and oliver was also screaming and felix didn't understand why oliver was angry. it wasn't right for her to flirt with oliver, it wasn't right for him to flirt back. felix didn't want it, couldn't accept it.

he pulled oliver away from the commotion in the bar, drove them to his apartment, and threw oliver on the floor as he locked the door behind. they had a screaming match, accusing each other, mocking and jeering and hurling insults, hurting each other so badly because they grew up together and they knew the way to each other's hearts like the back of their hands.

"if you want to act like this, then fucking take responsibility, felix," oliver snarled, and felix, blind with rage and love and fear of being left behind by the person he loved the most, even knowing that it wasn't right, did.

they fucked and it was messy, they fucked and they hurt each other, they fucked and they realized that they were so entwined with each other that there was nothing left for someone else to come in-between. it was painful and bloody and felt more like a fight than an intimate moment. but it was the culmination of years spent together, in each other's arms, being each other's worlds; it was the height of their love, and they finally accepted that this was the only way they could ever make the other understand the length they'd be willing to take for one another.

so, they fucked, and it felt like victory, felt like regret, felt like a sweet taste of defeat, because even if they now had owned each other, it also meant they were securing the leash tightly on their necks, made by binding chains that they could never, would never break. because they couldn't survive, couldn't go on, couldn't just live life without spending it side by side. there was no one that could, should go between them. just them, oliver and his twisted love, felix and his suffocating love.

(idk where i'm going with this but i just want to put it out there. might or might not write this properly later. if you want to write it, go ahead, i give you full support.)

[soberpluto]

Explaining Dignities: Exaltation

The reason why I want to talk about them is because I've actually seen dignities play a big role in readings, as they do describe how well or adverse certain matters can play out for the querent...so here's a little analogy to understand them better!

Context: In Hellenistic (traditional) astrology, exalted planets are said to be like the favorite guests of a given sign (host), so the resources they have at their disposal are equal or even greater than the host's. In other words, imagine a queen or king being invited to a neighboring kingdom, they will be treated with the greatest of honors and commodities! In a practical aspect, this means that the qualities of that planet (the guest) will be able to shine at their maximum, making that particular area of life (house) easier or more fortunate for the owner of the birth chart.

*Mind that below I’m speaking metaphorically of “house” as the SIGN the planet is exalted, and not the astrological house as such (1st, 2nd, 3rd, etc.). *

Sun in Aries: Sun is a friend of Mars, as both rule fire signs and are leaders by nature. Mars is delighted to receive his royal friend, as he’s anxious to show him how noble, honorable, brave, and pioneer he is, and just how much he has achieved on his own. His job is to win wars for the kingdom after all! He’s thrilled to share his best tactics and borrow his friend his most treasured weaponry. The Sun feels comfortable because he has all he needs to command freely in this household, as his creativity, charisma, leadership and authenticity are praised by his friend. Together, they come up with solutions and strategies to conquer whatever they want! They are not afraid of competition or enemies, as both are equally ambitious and powerful in their own ways. Mars trusts the Sun, as he believes nobody is as visionary and talented enough to lead as he does. The Sun, in return, feels even more driven and powerful to accomplish his goals, as he has access to an incredible arsenal and his mission is thoroughly supported by his friend’s energy and fiery ability to execute his plans.  

Personality keywords: high self-esteem, passionate, entrepreneurial, courageous, independent, self-reliant, proactive, resourceful, inspiring, competent, combative, non-stoppable.

Moon in Taurus: The Moon feels really welcomed in one of Venus’ places, as both value beauty, security, domestic life and emotional closeness. They speak the same language, as both love to connect and celebrate relationships. They allure through tact and sweetness instead of brute force as their counterparts (the Sun and Mars) do. The Moon loves Taurus’ palace since she’s fascinated by beautiful art, exquisite food, overgrowing nature, dreamy romance, and abundant wealth… she’s just so inspired and fulfilled with this kind of luxury and magnificence! In here she has firm and solid grounds to step on, so her moods and emotional needs are stable as well. The Moon is able to relax and enjoy life effortlessly as she becomes more in tune with her physical senses and the things that bring her genuine pleasure. With Taurus’ gentle and grounded approach, the Moon lets her love flow naturally in all directions without the fear of being judged, ridiculed, or getting hurt. Like her friend, she is moved to become the glue between the people she’s fond of and attracts what she desires through her feminine and gentle nature. The Moon is so pampered and taken good care of that she’s able to channel her emotional depth and excellent organizational skills towards the growth and embellishment of her relationships and surroundings in a lasting way.  

Personality keywords: soothing, calming, relaxed, adorable, loyal, possessive, down-to-earth, practical, trustworthy, maternal, cozy, warm, gentle, nourishing, wealthy.

Mercury in Virgo: Mercury is always eager to pay a visit to Virgo´s realm, as he feels productive and useful here. As the guest, Mercury has all the mental and practical resources to give his thoughts structure and build all the great things he imagines into reality. Virgo gladly grants her friend access inside her huge library so he can explore his wide range of interests and gives him the key into her laboratory and workshop, places where he can experiment and practice all his learnings and become an expert on what he chooses to. She knows how anxious and critical he can get when he doesn’t rest or when things don’t go his way, so she also allows him to use her gym and provides him the best doctors and nutritionists to ease his stress. Virgo is pleased to see that Mercury quickly understands the importance of wellness and health, as she knows he cannot get his job done without proper self-care. Once relaxed and restored, he feels inspired to be of service, as he believes his quick wit and knowledge are put to good use. Mercury, thus, is motivated to grow, upgrade himself, achieve mastery and share his gifts with the world to make it a better place thanks to the wisdom, tools and care her friend borrows.

Personality traits: methodical, skilled, expert, wise, smart, discerning, perfectionist, high-standards, inventive, detail-oriented, practical, productive, industrious, quick wit, self-made.

Mars in Capricorn: In this sober and ancient residence, Mars is forced to cool down a bit and think before he acts. He understands that there is no one to conquer or outdo but himself. As guest in other households, Mars, as explosive, impatient and ambitious as he is, sometimes can get lost in the way, initiating projects and strategies that he later on drops because he gets bored quickly or doesn’t get the immediate results he wants; he also throws tantrums and whims when this happens, and his anger makes him do reckless and foolish things at times, something other hosts find puzzling or repulsive, where they either encage him or make him submissive, something that irritates and demotivates him even more. Capricorn, his patient and wise host, on the other hand, knows just how impulsive and enthusiastic his friend gets, so he kindly but firmly teaches him the art of discipline to achieve his goals, explaining him that violence is of no use here, but instead, self-control and resilience. After many trials and tests, Mars sees how his dedication pays off, and finds out that with constancy and practicality, his immense passion and drive can get him to unimaginable heights! Capricorn teaches him the required organizational and leadership skills to leave a renowned legacy well beyond his years. With his inborn initiative and fiery spirit channeled into the material realm, Mars is ready to raise an empire if he wanted to!    

Personality traits: ambitious, self-made, responsible, go-getter, director, powerful, resilient, pragmatic, dedicated, strategist, organized, efficient, problem-solver, relentless, strong.

Venus in Pisces: When Venus enters the sacred and watery temple of Pisces, she is mesmerized by the enthralling type of beauty she finds in here. His generous and candid host takes her for a walk throughout the entire temple and reveals to her the mysteries of the universe. He grants her access to his secret chamber, where he teaches her the art of magic and spiritual healing, and lectures her about ancient and mystical knowledge, long forgotten to humankind, but very present and real nonetheless … these are wonders she didn’t knew existed before! Pisces knows how to inspire her soul in the most delicate and virtuous ways by reminding her of her true nature, that of divine precedence. Venus cannot help to spill what’s in her heat, so she asks her friend the tools to create beautiful music, paintings, and poems so she can share them with the world. Magnanimous and wise as he is, Pisces grants all her wishes, but also shows her the secret suffering that people are burdened with, and how cold the hearts of men have become before this pain. Awed and deeply touched, Venus’ empathy and understanding grows, and she starts to see the veil between the material and spiritual realms dissolve before her. She’s never felt such calling before! She knows her mission is to spread beauty, compassion and kindness, and she does this with unconditional love and devotion.    

Personality keywords: romantic, good-natured, fair, balanced, connected, spiritual, creative, artistic, imaginative, warm, gentle, generous, understanding, devotional, forgiving, tolerant.  

Jupiter in Cancer: When Jupiter enters the sanctuary of Cancer, he becomes even more lucky and faithful in life. He radiates joy and candor! This is because Cancer teaches him that without love, good-will alone is not enough to make himself and others truly happy. Jupiter is aware of this, but he sometimes can lose himself in fantasies and utopic scenarios, where he wishes things could be different instead of trying to build them into reality. He dreams and preaches, but he can sacrifice practicality in the process. When Cancer has him over, she shows him how to extend the bridge between good intentions and actions, as she’s amazing at ordering her surroundings and making a heart-felt home wherever she goes because of her innate gift for nurturing. She also helps his friend to tap into his intuition and use his common sense to tame his emotions, which can be boundless at times. She does this by treating him with praise, understanding and acceptance, so he can practice them with himself and others. Jupiter finally feels a sense of belonging, as his good intentions are not abused, misunderstood, or minimized... they are used to make good things happen. Through accessing his more feminine side, Jupiter is compelled to give selflessly more of himself to others, and since he’s in a house that governs creation and karma, what goes around comes around multiplied. By practicing morality, ethics, charity and unconditional love without expecting nothing in return, as Cancer does, he finds out that he attracts the best of fortunes.

Personality traits: kind, compassionate, loving, caring, sympathetic, cheerful, charisma, altruistic, supported, rooted, lucky, fortunate, cozy, happy, benevolent, comprehensive, soft, guided, protective.

Saturn in Libra: When Saturn is in Libra, his sobriety and coldness start to wash off and trade for diplomacy, elegance and a profound pursuit of justice and fairness. In the friendly home of Libra, Saturn feels the need to connect, as her host reminds him the importance of friends, allies, and partnerships. After all, he cannot get ahead in life alone! Saturn’s industriousness and wisdom are channeled into building loyal and lasting relationships, where all parties get what they need equally. Libra knows his reputation well, and although she recognizes that his friend can be a bit stubborn, stern and gloomy at times, she loves to lighten him up and remind him of his noble character, and how it can create enduring and strong bonds. She gives him the mission of justice and impartiality, as she knows nobody is better suited than him for his seriousness and sense of responsibility. Saturn protects and respects Libra and feels empowered because she realigns him with balance and high ideals. He does not feel rejected or lonely anymore. Libra teaches him to relax a bit and to seek pleasure from the warmth of social interactions, and in consequence, Saturn learns to apply his maturity and discipline to persuade others into creating a kinder, fairer and wiser world.   

Personality traits: noble, just, dignified, committed, loyal, elegant, eloquent, responsible, diplomatic, mature, moral, impartial.

That's all! Thanks everyone for reading!😘

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[rinainshadows]

𝔑𝔢𝔴 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫/ 𝔅𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 ℜ𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔰

𝔐𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔐𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔡

Grab a piece of paper and write down a list of all you want to manifest as if it's already occurred. This can be just for the month or a continuation of things you've been manifesting. Ex. "I made 3000 dollars in the month of September. I didn't have to work for it and it was freely given to me without expectations." "My skin has cleared up so much and has no blemishes." "I get more beautiful with each passing day."

After each item you want to manifest, write a mantra that resonates with you. Whether that be a show of gratitude or a reminder to let go. Ex. "This is already on my timeline." "This has already occurred and I release all resistance to attract it." "It is done." "I'm so thankful that I get to experience this."

After completing your list, write a final affirmation at the end and sign off on it; something to express your gratitude and willingness to release. This can be as long or short as you want just make it personal. Think of it like you're signing off a letter to the universe/your Higher Self and trusting them to deliver. Ex. "I trust that my manifestations are in my timeline and there's nothing else for me to do."

Lastly, I like to read it all aloud and, after reading my final message, I blow my intent into the paper. Whatever you choose to do, when you've finished all the writing, tear up the piece of parchment. This can be in strips or in little pieces. Then, with caution, I like to burn the pieces in a fire safe bowl at my altar. Fire is symbolic of renewal, rebirth- similar to the New Moon or the beginning of the month. However, if you're worried about safely burning these torn pieces of paper, feel free to skip this step.

Once you've either burned or merely torn the pieces of paper you wrote on, I like to blow them out into the wind. Either say an affirmation or inwardly reflect on letting these manifestations go and trust in yourself and the universe. You're ready to attract and hold no attachment to the outcome.

𝔖𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩 ℜ𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔰 𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℭ𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫

Cinnamon, also associated with fire, is great for attracting abundance, success, and power. It can also inspire love and lust.

Take some cinnamon and blow it through the entryway to your home so that only abundance comes in.

Sprinkle some cinnamon atop a quarter and say some affirmations before doing the same as the previous step. Repeat them three times or maybe choose three affirmations that resonate with you. Good things come in threes, as they say. After saying what you want to attract, blow the cinnamon through the threshold, off the quarter. Ex. "I attract abundance, love, and success that comes freely without any blockages for the greater good with harm to none."

Burn cinnamon scented incense, if you have it, while meditating on what you'd like to manifest this month.

Stir cinnamon into your tea with intention for what you'd like to invite this month before drinking.

Happy Manifesting!

ℜ𝔦𝔫𝔞

You can do these whenever, not just beginning of the month or a New Moon. But, it's always nice to start on a clean slate.

[midntarot]

[ pick a pile ]

what should i let go?

disclaimer: this is a general reading. take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. tarot isn’t meant to dictate or predict, but rather to provide insight. 

how to choose your pile: intuitively choose the photo that you feel the most drawn to.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ pile 1:

let go of restraints. pull yourself out of these restraints you’ve given yourself. break out of your routine. don’t be so rational all the time and allow yourself to feel your emotions. you’ve been wanting to break in a new cycle, find a new opportunity to change things around, or to freely express yourself. to achieve this, you need to allow yourself to feel your emotions, be in tune with what you feel and how you perceive it. take a step back and really evaluate your feelings about certain things, events, or situations. don’t be too hasty about your actions and don’t be too impulsive. because you are too used to routines, you feel like you may expect the same outcome for every step you take. no, this time, take your time. indulge yourself. immerse yourself in everything you can. 

you are: the forest. – indulge deep into the darkness. feel your goods. feel your bads. take your time to scour this entire place. discover the known and the unknown, and make peace with it.

⋆｡ ﾟ☾ pile 2:

let go of control. though you have achieved very much or have big dreams and are taking steps to achieve them, you need to remember that taking control of your life may make it stagnant instead. let the way of the worlds dictate your life. flow freely with it and let in whatever comes your way. absorbing these events, emotions, and people like how you absorb the sun rays will enhance you as a person. it will propel you straight to your goals. remember not to feel discouraged if things are not going your way. cherish every moment you encounter, all the people who supported you on your journey, and the experiences and skills you’ve gained. though some moments may feel like it’s no use, every moment of it counts. it may feel like you’ve done this all by yourself, but remember all the help along the way.

you are: the unseen. – your guides are near. the doors to the path you’ve been wanting is slowly opening ajar. though you can’t see these forces quite well, they are watching you and they are guiding you. be patient. you’re almost there.

*:･ﾟ✧ pile 3:

let go of your impulsive habits. this is particularly speaking to your spending habits. there is an abundance of wealth coming your way, whether that be a job promotion, being hired at a higher paying job, winning the lottery, etc. any source of wealth it comes in, is coming for you. when this comes, however, do not let the numbers get to your head. do not spend your money hastily and remember where you’ve come from. you’ve worked so hard to get to where you are and to secure yourself a place in this world, but don’t lose sight of yourself. sure, you’ve finally made enough to support yourself and be able to buy things you want. but, remember, you’ve been secured and have always been financially independent. your work has paid off, but don’t let this money consume you.

you are: the cave. – remember your rock, a place that reminds you of your inner self, a place where after you’ve fallen, you can go back to and feel content and loved. remember your roots, where you’ve came from and what or who shaped you as a person. the cave is a place of a darkness, but a comforting kind of darkness – somewhere you can rest until you’re ready to pick yourself up again and move. 

「source and credits: all photos were found on pinterest, therefore we do not own any of them. credits goes to the rightful owner of these photos」

© midntarot, all rights reserved

[queerpumpkinnn]

The Bug Spray Theory

1k words

Summary: Eddie is always leaving you with an abundance of hickeys, and while you aren't complaining, you finally ask why.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings: Hickeys obviously, smoking, reader uses makeup (to cover hickeys), fingering (reader receiving), eddie carries reader, nipple play, reader is called princess once but other than that pretty gender neutral (aside from the reader being afab but that's the only thing I can write) let me know if I miss anything

While reading, I recommend you listen to the altar is my hips - a Spotify playlist by me!

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You were going to have to start charging Eddie for makeup one of these days.

Heaping a shit ton of foundation onto your neck and collarbones has become nearly a daily morning routine for you these days. All thanks to your dear loving boyfriend who gets a little a lot carried away, Edward Munson. Every time you had sex with him, you'd come home littered in bite marks and bruises. He always pouted when he saw you in school the next day and saw that the red and purple marks from the night before were now invisible. He'd make a 'bleh' noise and scrunch up his mouth whenever he's mouthing at your neck and he finds that there's a layer of concealer over it. Even brought a pack of wet wipes to school one day and scrubbed you down.

Now, you love him. And you weren't going to lie and say that you didn't adore his methods of affection, but you began to wonder what the logicality behind it was. Was he insecure about the relationship? He never said anything about it, and though it was possible you didn't see, you liked to think you knew him pretty well, enough to say that he wasn't doubting the relationship. Same goes for him trusting you, I mean, had you ever given him a reason to think you were unfaithful?

The question, left to float around in the back of your brain, came back to Earth one night when you were sat in Eddie's lap, two of his thick fingers knuckle-deep in your pussy, and his mouth attached to your throat.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?" His voice was muffled. His hair tickled your shoulders as he moved.

"N-not that I'm complaining," you found it difficult to speak properly amidst the cloud of pleasure, "but uh, h-how come you're always giving me hi-ickeys?"

He pulled back for a moment, hand stilled between your thighs. He passed his tongue over his teeth, thinking. "I haven't told you the Bug Spray Theory."

"Huh?"

"Hickeys are like bug spray, for me. The bugs are other people who might wanna get in your pants. I'm not actually afraid of them, I know they're not gonna hurt me, but they're annoying. So I use bug spray to keep them away." He gave a cute little shrug at the end.

You mulled it over in your head. "Yeah, okay."

"Are you not okay with it?"

"No, I like it. Um, Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I use bug spray too?"

Eddie's lips cracked into a huge grin. His free hand snuck up from your behind to tug down the collar of the tank top he was wearing, flicking his head to whip away his hair. "Have at it, princess."

Immediately you leaned down, mouthing around on his skin before you found a spot on his upper neck. Eddie's fingers, still soaking in your pussy, began to move again, causing you to moan in surprise.

"Fuck, keep making those noises for me." Eddie curses under his breath, free hand roaming your body freely until finding your tit, toying with it while his mouth locked around the other.

You sucked in the patch of skin in between your teeth, rolling it around and licking until you pulled back and it was a satisfying maroon color. You gave it a small kiss, almost as if apologizing for hurting him, then moved to give another. You had to admit, it was satisfying. You knew people weren't exactly lining up to have sex with Eddie "the freak" Munson, but you could see the look on his face when people noticed. How he'd proudly show them off. It made you feral just picturing it.

As for Eddie, he was loving it. Having you on top of him was, in his opinion, one of the greatest things in the world. The feeling of your thighs attempting to lock his hand between them, your moans and pants and sighs of his name falling right by his ear, your tits in his face. He was painfully hard right now, watching you get closer and closer to your high. Rutting against his hand like a bitch in heat, your clit pressing against his thumb.

"There, just like that babydoll. Ride my hand."

"Eddie, Eds please, I need to cum, please," you whined against his throat, sending shivers down his spine.

"Christ, come on baby, cum for me." He huffed, slowing his actions.

Whether or not he allowed you to cum might not have mattered, because Eddie just felt so good, you came undone the instant he opened his mouth. His endless praises of "that's it, just like that, taking it so well. Doing so good for me, yeah? So proud of you. Taking it like a champ," had you shaking by the time the waves of pleasure had calmed.

Eddie pulled his fingers from you gently, pulling it up to place his index finger in his mouth. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as they closed, moaning around his own digit. "Taste like heaven, baby, serious."

You were a bit too focused on the sight you'd just witnessed. He chuckled, noticing your eyes trained on his hand. "Howsabout one for me, one for you?"

He held out his other soaked finger to your lips, and you took it without question. Suckling enthusiastically with one hand closed around his wrist, you were happy to suck his fingers clean.

"Good, good." He retracted his fingers with a lewd pop, giving you a gentle kiss. "Let's get you to the bathroom, yeah?"

You gave a soft 'mhm', leaning into his chest. He sighed, taking it as a sign that you wouldn't be carrying yourself. His hands gripped the undersides of your thighs, grunting an "all right, up we go" and carrying you into his bathroom, lifting the lid and setting you down.

"Well, couples who pee together- whoa." As soon as Eddie turned around, he took a step back, head jerking. In the mirror in front of him was himself, but with a beautiful array of hickeys and love bites spread across his throat, chest, collarbone. He leaned forward to examine them, running his fingers over them.

"Did I go overboard?" You asked timidly.

"No, baby, these are fucking hot. You're welcome to do this," he gestured to the area you'd been attacking, "anytime. I'm your personal canvas."

Heads were turning at Hawkins High the next day, to say the least.

~

Eddie Munson Masterlist

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[wizardofgoodfortune]

Ooh, 42 for the Spotify Wrapped fic? :D

i have been unspeakably excited about this one, just because the song is so tooth-rottingly sweet!!! so here, have vignettes of a happy dreamling's life. i wanted to write more but i'm so sleepy and i'm afraid it's getting way too long as it is.

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"Dream," came Hob's voice, deep and drowsy with sleep, "I can feel you, you know."

Dream didn't have much to do when Hob went to sleep. But Hob complained every time Dream tried to get out of bed to do something else, saying it was much easier to sleep with him around. So Dream stayed. And it's not as if he didn't want to stay beside him either.

Most times, Dream let his physical form stay in the Waking, while he took care of business in the Dreaming from within. Sometimes, if time allowed, he visited Hob in his dreams.

But rarely, when there was no business in the Dreaming, and when he could leave Hob alone in it, Dream allowed himself the pleasure of mapping out his lover's face.

He would trace over every curve and every line: from his aquiline nose, to his crow's feet, from his M-shaped hairline, to the silver strands at his temples, from his cupid's bow, to his cleft chin. Dream's favorite time to do this was dawn, when he could watch the sunlight cast dancing shadows on Hob's face, as if they were celebrating him, too.

Usually, he was careful to keep his touch light so as not to wake Hob, but he must have gotten carried away this time.

"My apologies, my love," said Dream, letting his wandering hand settle on the sheets. "I have awoken you. I can put you back to sleep, if you wish."

Hob opened his eyes. There were crusts of dream sand in them. "That's quite alright, darling," he said, yawning and stretching.

As much as Dream liked watching him sleep, he was a wonder to watch awake, as well. Hob would usually stretch until every bone in his body popped and every muscle woke up. Then he would go to the bathroom for a few minutes, then go to fix the both of them some breakfast. He would usually ask what Dream has been up to, or telling Dream about his upcoming day.

But not today, it seemed like.

"What were you doing, anyway?" Hob asked, rubbing the sand out of his eyes. "Counting my white hair or something?"

"Perhaps," Dream said. He knew exactly how many there were. And it was interesting to think how they would be frozen at that number until Hob chose otherwise.

"That was meant to be a joke," Hob said, now fully awake. He was smiling at Dream.

Dream doesn't think he could ever grow tired of seeing Hob smile.

"Alright then, prove it," Hob reached over and tapped Dream quickly on the nose, "how many white hairs do I have?"

"Two thousand, eight hundred and sixty-one," Dream said.

Hob started chuckling, which grew into a full-bodied laugh. It shook the bed beneath them. Dream was certain they could hear him downstairs in the New Inn.

"Are you quite done?" asked Dream, who, to his own surprise, felt a bit embarrassed.

Hob wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, my love, darling, sweetheart," he said, a bit breathless, holding the side of Dream's face, "I am so lucky to have you."

Then Hob kissed him, washing away any shame, and something inside Dream swelled full, threatening to burst.

No, Dream thought, as he reveled in Hob's freely-given and abundant love, I am the one fortunate to have you.

--

"Can you not have this delivered to your home?" Dream asked.

They were at the supermarket, restocking on food and various items that Hob apparently needed.

"Yes, but I like seeing the produce myself. Can never trust them for that," muttered Hob, who was in the middle of picking between two packs of tomatoes that looked entirely similar to Dream.

"I would rather we spent our time wiser," Dream said, putting his hand on Hob's back, trailing it down, "on more important, more pleasurable things."

"Dream," Hob yelped. "Careful, love, we don't know which old lady we'll scar this time."

So Dream put his hand on the small of Hob's back instead, and tried to not look too disappointed.

Hob kissed him on the forehead. "We have all the time in the world. And you could always help me pick out the vegetables. Can't you see which has tiny worms in them or something?"

Dream rolled his eyes. "This is beneath my office."

Hob chuckled. "Look at it like this: if you help me, we'll get home faster. If we can get home faster, we can get to bed faster, and I'll do that thing you like with the tongue—"

Dream pointed at the pack in Hob's right hand. "That one is the one you want."

Hob laughed, and tossed the chosen pack of tomatoes into the cart.

--

"You really couldn't have waited until we got home," Hob said. It was meant to be a question, Dream guessed.

"No," answered Dream.

They were in Hob's car, in the parking lot of the supermarket. While they were putting away the groceries in the backseat, Dream had pushed Hob down, slammed the door behind them, and straddled him. Some of the items had fallen out of their paper bags and onto the car floor.

"Can we at least turn on the car?" Hob asked, his hands settling on Dream's thighs. They felt like hot, hot fire. "It's freezing in here."

Dream smirked down at him. "Not for much longer."

A short laugh came out of Hob, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "Thank god I got those windows tinted, eh?"

Dream allowed himself a moment to look upon his lover, cheeks flushed, breaths shallow, heart galloping. The yellow fluorescent lights from outside cast soft shadows on his face, and put a warm glint in his eyes.

"Well, Dream?" Hob asked. "You got me. Now what'll you do with me?"

"I thought I was the impatient one," Dream said, smiling into Hob's lips.

--

"I did not know you played any instruments, Hob Gadling," Dream said.

Hob jumped from his couch, clutching the guitar in his arms. "Christ on a fucking stick," he exclaimed, a hand on his chest.

Dream stepped around the couch and into Hob's view. He couldn't help but surprise Hob; it was entertaining to see which expletive he would come up with each time.

After a breath or two, Hob sat back down, gesturing to the seat beside him. "Darling, I think you're enjoying this a bit too much."

Dream sat beside Hob, putting a hand on his back. "My apologies," he said.

"Yeah, you say that, but you're still smiling," Hob said, giving him a suspicious look.

Dream couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned forward and kissed his lover on the cheek. "I could not resist. Forgive me. Now please," he gestured to the guitar. "I would enjoy listening to you play."

"Changing the subject. You're fond of that, aren't you?" There was no ounce of venom in his voice. Instead, Hob wore a smile, like he was enjoying this, too. "King of Dreams, Ruler of Nightmares, Lord of the Dreaming, would enjoy listening to me play? Are you sure you wouldn't rather scare me to death again?"

"Do not be foolish. You cannot die," Dream said.

"Just like you can't be mature," Hob said. "Remind me, love, how old are you again?"

Dream glared at him. But he suspected its intentions might be curtailed by the smile he couldn't keep off his face.

--

"Hang on, let me get something," Hob said, rushing off the bed.

Dream propped himself up by his elbows, curious as to what was more important than kissing a very needy, very horny Dream. They haven't seen each other for what must have been more than a month now, what with all the pressing concerns in the Dreaming and Hob's increasing workload in the university.

"Hob," Dream called, not without a tone of threat.

"Be a second, darling," Hob called back. Surely enough, he was back within a few seconds, now with a guitar in his hands.

Hob sat on the edge of the bed, propping up the guitar on his lap. Dream crawled beside him, his interest in Hob's new hobby overpowering his sexual need.

"Been practicing for this," Hob said under his breath. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his fingers formed the proper chords.

"For what?" Dream asked.

Hob smiled at him. "Our anniversary, dearest."

Oh. The constant reminders, the movie Hob let him pick out, the candlelit dinner, the flowers...

And now this.

Hob cleared his throat. He was going to sing. While he played the guitar. For him.

Dream would remember this until the end of time, would remember how the strings bent to Hob's will as he moved from chord to chord, would remember Hob's voice rough and hoarse from countless lectures. Something inside him ached at the memory of his son with his lyre and his voice, and something inside him burst at the sight of Hob with his guitar and his voice.

"Oh, don't cry darling," Hob said, stopping mid-song, thumb wiping away a tear on Dream's cheek.

"I am not," Dream said, as he felt a familiar stinging in his eyes. There was a lump in his throat.

"Oh, sweeting." Hob set aside his guitar, and pulled Dream into his arms. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I thought you would like it."

"I did. I do," said Dream. Against his will, he felt a few more of his tears escape onto Hob's bare shoulder. He tried to concentrate on Hob's heartbeat, on the warmth of Hob's hand on his back, going round and round. "I apologize. I did not mean to ruin your performance, our anniversary."

"No, love. I can do that another time. And as for the anniversary, it isn't ruined at all. Don't be sorry," Hob said. "What matters most is you."

Dream buried his face in Hob's chest. This was foolish. He felt like a child again, crying for an absent father, an unloving mother. Except he wasn't a child, and he was crying for his dead son.

"You know," Hob started, providing Dream a welcome distraction from his thoughts, "Robyn was afraid of thunder and lightning. He would come running from his room into mine and Eleanor's and climb onto our bed. And I would hold him just like this, until he fell asleep. I... I miss him a lot. I still think of him. I carry him with me everyday."

After a quiet while, Dream said, "Thank you." He wasn't sure what it was for. Maybe it was for everything, from their first meeting as strangers centuries ago until now, as lovers. It might as well be.

"You're most welcome, my heart. Anytime."

--

Is it time? Dream had felt something inside him exploding like a dying star for the longest time. He had been pondering this for what seemed like an eternity, but it seemed like now was a good time as any other.

Dream held a velvet box in his hand that he had procured from a jeweler's dream, a few minutes before Hob woke. He had been keeping an eye on this one for a couple of years now.

"Hob Gadling," he started. "I have been careful in letting you set the pace. In the past, I have been... too eager with my lovers. Too insistent. You know not the strength I have had to muster to keep myself from asking this question."

"Dream," Hob breathed. For a moment, Dream was afraid Hob would ask him to stop, but it seemed like there was nothing but adoration in his lover's eyes.

"You said once that you were lucky to have me," Dream recalled. "However, I think it is I who is fortunate to have you, to be loved by you, to be cherished by you. With all my shortcomings, my temper, my childishness, I do not think it was easy. And so, if you would bestow upon me the honor, would you be my husband, for all eternity, with all that would entail?"

"Oh, Dream," Hob said, laughing a wet laugh. Tears were welling up in his eyes. They glittered like jewels in the dawn light; they put the ring in his box to shame. Then, Hob nodded, wordless. He held out his hand to Dream.

As he slipped the ring—ruby, gold, and a perfect fit—on Hob's finger, Dream felt close to tears, as well.

"'Til Death do us part," Hob said, kissing the corner of Dream's mouth.

Dream smiled. "You will be glad to know that she wishes to be my maid of honor."

[caleblandrybones]

90s Lacho won’t leave me aloooone and it's your fault!!! Will there be another chapter to your fic btw?

If you live in a world where everything needs to be taken and kept by force, something freely given is exceedingly precious. Especially if you are not expected to give anything on return, but everything you give is treasured with abandon.

Lalo knew it was wrong as well as dangerous to let the boy get so close. He didn’t think Tuco would say anything, however, if Hector ever got wind of it the boy would not survive. But it was intoxicating the way his cielito offered himself up. The way he opened up and poured out his heart at Lalo's feet. He loved to listen to Lalo talk about his car, he loved the food he was offered, and he even seemed to love the way Lalo teased him. And he loved running his fingers through Lalo's thick dark hair, holding onto it while he was kissed breathless, he loved… he loved. With the recklessness and abundance of youth, with no regard for boundaries, with no thought of the future, with his whole being and the naive insistence that summers do last forever.

Lalo knew they don’t but for those precious moments he held his boy in his arms, reveled in the vigor of his youth by wringing pleasure out of him again and again and again he let himself believe, he let himself dream of a carefree future with that soft laugh in his ears and his big-eyed cariño by his side, openly displaying the abundance of his emotions with not a hint of falsehood.

Years later, passing the small hours in the Salamanca guest house, he warred with himself. The delicious youth that had haunted his dreams was gone forever, in his stead was a boulder of a man, stoic, quiet, efficient, and persistent. A much better match for the life Lalo inherited, but he could not help himself but mourn for the easy affection now lost forever. Their untread path was a bittersweet taunt while the world slept. It would not have worked, of course, he was a Salamanca after all but what if…

Okay, I feel better. I think I’m done now. Should I relapse I’ll let you know.

anon we are literally lying in the grass and our fingers are intertwined and as we gaze up at the stars we fall head first into our beautiful world. you absolutely get it dear god. intoxicating, destructive, young love, the kind that clutches at your throat

[steveezekiel]

GIVING: A MOTIVATIONAL GIFT OF GOD THE FATHER 3

5 SO WE, BEING MANY, ARE ONE BODY IN CHRIST, AND INDIVIDUALLY MEMBERS OF ONE ANOTHER. 6 Having then gifts differing according to the grace that is given to us, let us use them: if PROPHECY, let us prophesy in proportion to our faith; 7 or MINISTRY, let us use it in our ministering; he who TEACHES, in teaching; 8 he who EXHORTS, in exhortation; he who GIVES, with liberality; he who LEADS, with diligence; he who SHOWS MERCY, with cheerfulness. 9 LET LOVE BE WITHOUT HYPOCRISY. ABHOR WHAT IS EVIL. CLING TO WHAT IS GOOD." Romans 12:5-9 (NKJV)

Major areas of Giving: (i) Tithing (Deuteronomy 26:10).

When you tithe, you lay the foundation for financial success.

Tithe is a tenth, ten percent, of your income that you give in the church you attend. You do it with love for God in your heart; in righteousness, faith, and cheerfulness (2 Corinthians 9:7). (ii) Offerings (Proverbs 3:9,10). a. Giving of offerings to the Missions. If you are not inclined or felt compelled to go, then send or support those who are sent with your money. The work of the Kingdom is the most productive, the solid business, that you can and should invest IN. THERE is no business investment as solid and certain as the work of the Kingdom, to be invested in (Matthew 6:19-21; Luke 8:1-3). b. Giving to the ministers of God (1 Corinthians 9:9-14; Galatians 6:6; Philippians 4:14-19). WHEN you give to your pastor, prophet, or whoever minister had been used to bless you, you had allowed God to release His blessings on you through this act. YOU provoked the anointing of God on a minister; your prophet or pastor, for blessings, through Giving. c. Giving to the Needy or the Poor: "IF YOU HELP THE POOR, YOU ARE LENDING TO THE LORD—AND HE WILL REPAY YOU!" (Proverbs 19:17 NLT). WHEN you give to the Needy or Poor, you have given God an opportunity to work with you on your finances—given Him the opportunity to bless you and also to help that person or people in need. BELIEVERS who are blessed with abundance are meant to serve as a hope for the Needy, Poor, or the Hopeless or Helpless: 12 BECAUSE I [Job] DELIVERED THE POOR who cried out, The FATHERLESS and the ONE who had no helper. 13 The BLESSING of a PERISHING MAN came upon me, And I caused the WINDOW'S heart to SING for JOY. 15 I WAS EYES TO THE BLIND, AND I WAS FEET TO THE LAME. 16 I WAS A FATHER TO THE POOR, And I searched out the case that I did not know" (Job 29:12,13,15,16 (NKJV). d. Giving as Praises to God.

Give as a praise to God for whatever you expected Him to do in your life. Do not be need consciously, but be seed consciously.

If you had a need, think of what to Give for the need in your life to be met. Not to be thinking or to devise in your own way, how the need would be met.

This is a spiritual principle, It could only be understood by those who are spiritual. If you asked an unbeliever or a natural person, or a carnal Christian or body-ruled believer, to give to have his or her need met, such could say you asking them to bribe God before they could receive from Him: 12 Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, that we might know the things that have been freely given to us by God. 13 THESE THINGS WE ALSO SPEAK, NOT IN WORDS WHICH MAN'S WISDOM TEACHES BUT WHICH THE HOLY SPIRIT TEACHES, COMPARING SPIRITUAL THINGS WITH SPIRITUAL. 14 BUT THE NATURAL MAN DOES NOT RECEIVE THE THINGS OF THE SPIRIT OF GOD, FOR THEY ARE FOOLISHNESS TO HIM; NOR CAN HE KNOW THEM, BECAUSE THEY ARE SPIRITUALLY DISCERNED" (1 Corinthians 2:12-14 NKJV).

But the principle of sowing and reaping, sowing in order to receive does mean you are bribing God to receive from Him: "GIVE, AND YOU WILL RECEIVE. YOUR GIFT WILL RETURN TO YOU IN FULL—PRESSED DOWN, SHAKEN TOGETHER TO MAKE ROOM FOR MORE, RUNNING OVER, AND POURED INTO YOUR LAP. THE AMOUNT YOU GIVE WILL DETERMINE THE AMOUNT YOU GET BACK"" (Luke 6:38 NLT).

No one can bribe God! (Acts 8:18-22). Giving is a biblical principle, like other principles that govern the world. There are natural principles, laws of nature, which If you decided to go against, you might have a dirge to sing.

The principle of Giving, sowing and reaping, is meant to give what you have as a seed and expect it to germinate, and produce the fruits to be harvested (Genesis 8:22).

The Kingdom principle to get your needs met is, God what would You want me to Give or Sow that I may have my needs met? (Luke 6:38).

You have a function in the body of Christ. Truly, some have the Gift of Giving as a motivational gift. However, every believer must be a Giver.

The major key to material or financial prosperity in the Kingdom is Giving.

The thought of prospering financially or materially without a genuine commitment to Giving could be a mirage or an illusion—hope or wish that cannot be realistic.

If you see someone who claims to be a believer in Christ Jesus, thriving and prospering in what he or she does, and such is not committed to Kingdom investments, Givings; the source of such a person's wealth or prosperity could not have been of God.

Because the pattern through which the person is being blessed, as a believer in Christ Jesus, does not agree with the Bible—is not consistent with the Word of God. And no experience can negate the Word of God!

Note: there are Teachings against the biblical principle of Giving, financial success, and this subject is being criticized now across the social media platforms. SINCE this piece is not taught that we might collect money from you, I want you to meditate or ponder on it before you discard it. WHATEVER you are giving, I want to encourage you to do it in your local church or to the ministry you had been blessed through.

You will not fail in Jesus' name.

Should there be any ailment in your body, receive your healing now in Jesus' name.

An end comes to that sickness in the mighty name of Jesus Christ. And the affliction will never rise again in Jesus' name. Peace!

STEPS TO SALVATION

Take notice of this: IF you are yet to take the step of salvation, that is, yet to be born-again, do it now, tomorrow might be too late (2 Corinthians 6:1,2; Hebrews 3:7,8,15). a. Acknowledge that you are a sinner and confess your Sins (1 John 1:9); And ask Jesus Christ to come into your life (Revelation 3:20). b. Confess that you believe in your heart that Jesus Christ is Lord, and that you confess it with your mouth, Thus, you accept Him As your Lord and Saviour (Romans 10:9,10). c. Ask that He will write your name in the Book of Life (Philippians 4:3; Revelation 3:8).

If you took the steps As highlighted above, It means you are saved—born-again. Join a Word based church in your area and Town or city, and be part of whatever they are doing there. Peace!

[walkswithmyfather]

1 Corinthians 2:12-16. “What we have received is not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, so that we may understand what God has freely given us. This is what we speak, not in words taught us by human wisdom but in words taught by the Spirit, explaining spiritual realities with Spirit-taught words. The person without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God but considers them foolishness, and cannot understand them because they are discerned only through the Spirit. The person with the Spirit makes judgments about all things, but such a person is not subject to merely human judgments, for, “Who has known the mind of the Lord so as to instruct him?” But we have the mind of Christ.” (NIV)

“The Mind of Christ” — By In Touch Ministries:

“Choosing to align our thoughts with God's Word will move us toward the abundant life our Creator designed.”

“We all want to live happy, fulfilled lives, but what does that look like? The best life we could possibly live is the one our Creator has designed for us. He loves us and provides everything we need to become more like Him and achieve all He has planned. And the way we think is vitally important in this process.

Today’s passage teaches that believers have been given “the mind of Christ” (v. 16). This ability to align our thoughts with the Savior’s is a gift that we receive from God at salvation. However, the practice of it is our responsibility. If we are to experience the abundant life the Lord wants us to have, old thoughts that don’t agree with God’s Word must be replaced with His truth. As we learn from Him in this ongoing process, our lives will be completely changed.

Compare your thoughts, attitudes, and beliefs with biblical teachings. If they don’t match, reject those patterns of thinking and fill your mind with corresponding truths from Scripture instead. Since the Lord has empowered believers, let’s cultivate the mind of Christ within us.”

[theprayerfulword]

June 21

Psalm 93:4 Mightier than the thunder of the great waters, mightier than the breakers of the sea — the Lord on high is mighty.

Hebrews 12:9 We have all had human fathers who disciplined us and we respected them for it. How much more should we submit to the Father of spirits and live!

Psalm 103:2 Bless the Lord, O my soul, and do not forget all His benefits.

1 John 5:14-15 This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. 15 And if we know that He hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of Him.

Hebrews 4:16 Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.

Ephesians 3:20-21 Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, 21 to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.

May you seek the Giver of life, that you may live. 2 Kings 1

May you humbly approach God in reverence and fear, realizing your personal inadequacies and fully aware that you represent no authority or power that can stand in the presence of the Creator of the universe, acknowledging His majesty in praise and worship before making your requests known. 2 Kings 1

May you follow the path of righteousness as the Spirit leads, never stopping when tired or turning back when struggling, but remaining focused amidst the distractions, knowing that you will receive the promise of God if you endure to the end. 2 Kings 2

May you bring the presence of God into every situation you are in, seeking His face and speaking His praise, changing the atmosphere as the light and the fragrance of God is imparted to those around you through the power of the Spirit and the love of the Son, sweetening bitterness in relationships and make barren hearts productive. 2 Kings 2

May you teach the young by example to respect all and honor those who are occupied with showing compassion to those God loves, so that the ones who will listen may preserve their lives. 2 Kings 2

My child, know that My abundance is available for the asking, My wisdom is provided freely when requested, My gifts are given without repentance, and My strength is within reach of all. My disciples preached salvation through My name first to the Jews at Jerusalem, the chosen, the ones who bore My name, before ever going to the Gentiles. Many Jews received Me in faith and rejoiced, but those who rejected Me were often the ones whose earthly needs were so well-supplied through entrenched tradition that they could not see the spiritual needs they shared in common with all people. I was then received gladly by the Gentiles who knew they were in bondage and rejoiced to see My light in their darkness. Even so today, My hard worker, you find many who are called by My name rejoicing to find that a deeper walk with Me is available, but so many who profit from the form and tradition that has been established around My truth refuse to see their own need, not realizing they are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind, and naked in their spiritual walk. Those appointed to salvation have often been mistreated and rejected by the world system, pushed to the fringes, hungering and seeking for more than they could find in tradition. Do not be blinded by your natural sight, My dear one, but learn to see as I see, understand with My understanding, and recognize the seeker for My truth within the battered frame before you. Learn to trust My Spirit when you hear the whisper and feel the nudge to speak to someone who has followed a different path than you and bears the marks of their journey. They have stepped through doors you have eschewed, and can reach others who will not listen to you. Do not call common or reject as impure those who are heeding My call and seeking My path. I have accepted them, and who can gainsay My choice?

May your words be sweet and your heart toward God, so that when God moves in a new way, you will not be found resisting the Lord or following the flesh. Acts 13

May you try the spirits in any dissension, not looking to the personalities, but seeking the purposes of God, to know the way you should follow. Acts 13

May you be filled with the strength of His joy and the power of the Spirit when following Christ in the discipline He leads you through. Acts 13

May you speak boldly in favor of the Lord when you minister in the face of opposition, for He will confirm the message He gives you with signs and wonders, polarizing the people who hear. Acts 14

May the Lord search you and know you, from your sitting down to your rising up, when you are traveling and when you are at home, perceiving your thoughts from afar, and understanding all your ways intimately, knowing your intentions completely before you say a word or take an action, for you are the apple of His eye, and He desires to be known by you even as He knows you. Psalm 139

[rensouli]

Paragraph Prompt #3 - "Olive Trees"

(Credit for the prompt goes to Aurelia once again. Thank you!)

[This story contains the closest thing to "period-typical homophobia" that I think I've written of late, and it's still only a brief implication.]

Winter had departed the countryside at last, and through the window he could see the gardens in abundant bloom. The blazing sunset illuminated all beneath it, making the landscape outside the villa look like a painting by one of the revered master artists in Florence. Far from here, somewhere in the vast distance, the peasants would be returning home from their work. They would eat their modest evening meals, chatter amongst themselves about their mundane lives, and bicker with their wayward children before heading off to sleep in humble beds. Such would be their lives until the grim day of their funerals dawned.

     Voldo breathed a sigh. Even now, amidst all this luxury, his thoughts had traveled back to the circumstances of his birth. He should be grateful for his new life…and he was! Nary a day passed when he wasn’t tempted to kiss his master’s golden buckles as thanks for what he’d been granted. Rightfully so, given his station as a servant in such a proper, prosperous home. Still, his traitorous heart craved more, more still. He gripped a bundle of his recently cropped dark locks with a fist, relishing the stinging protest from his scalp.

     No, he wouldn’t pull any of his hair out this time. Doing that had forced Master’s hand last week, and the barber had only just arrived and departed yesterday. But today was Giovedi. How fitting, for this tidy little drama to play out in his thoughts! He breathed through gritted teeth.

     What right, what divinely given privilege, did Master Vercci have to tease him so? Love betwixt men was not something prized as a virtue by the Church, but every man of sense saw that the rich across the city-states were afforded far more leniency than the average fearful peasant could ever dream of. Besides, Voldo had learnt from his time aboard ship that there were places the eyes of judgement never beheld, whether through carelessness or willful apathy. And though he’d held conflicting thoughts in his darkest moments about whether there existed a Being above to pray to, he was coming to question the dual edge of the blessing bestowed upon him.

      Does he love me, or does he not? The question echoed in his mind, addressed to no one and to Someone all at once. His heart longed for another to understand his pain and confusion, if only for a solitary moment. Were those stares, those cunning smiles, and the untoward, lengthy glimpses of flesh his master allowed him in the morning signs of something more? Or were they mere jests, a mockery of the feelings written so obviously across his foolish face? Not for nothing had Master Vercci taken to calling him “zanni”; was it his plan to turn the rest of his servant’s life into a comedy?

     Voldo regarded the olive trees outside with tearful eyes. It was in their nature to freely bloom, to live as they were meant to in freedom beneath the expansive blue skies. Why couldn’t he?

     Yet an olive tree had no fear of being rejected by the one it loved. It had no fears at all. He was worlds apart from the blissful, ignorant happiness of the gardens, and perhaps always would be. Perhaps he would have sobbed if it hadn’t been for the words that brought him back to cold reality.

     “Voldo!” called Master Vercci from his chamber. “Remove yourself from the window at once and make haste! My bedlinens cannot turn themselves down, sirrah.”

     Voldo heard a smile in those words, and he despised the way it made his heart thrill.

     In obedient silence, he bowed his head, and wrenched himself away from his portal to the world outside. There was servant’s work to attend to.

[theawokenmultiverse]

UPDATED LORE!

Ok! the Lore has been updated , rewritten a bit and fixed! There has also been some things added!

Characters:

Stain: the force of creation, creativity, and soul

Null: the force of destruction, rebirth, and loss

Piety: the force of thought, wisdom, and free will.

Story:

The Blossom Age

Three forces of chaos made the multiverse. Together they made the multiverse whole. However, Null grew vein, Despite being loved he was not seen as a true “guardian” and was often respected because he was feared. He knew that he would never be as adored as the other two and because of this, he was susceptible to insecurities.

One day, a being from another multiverse was sent to theirs, Being taken by the wormhole that leads to the multiverse this being took root after meeting null. Phobia is a being with twisted morals and fear woven deep into their very creation. Phobia believes they are helping everyone by giving them what they truly lack, the power to combat their greatest fears and destroy them. They planted seeds of doubt into his fragile psyche which caused him to believe that even the ones he loved the most only stayed because they feared what he’d do if they left.

The roots of insecurity grew ever larger in his soul until he could bare it no longer and inevitably lost himself. Destruction became hectic, rebirth was no longer an option causing the aus to be stuck in a dormant state and loss was abundant. Those who survived fled to the order of the multiverse, A safe haven for all Aus. Eventually, the entire multiverse would crumble and in its last dying breath, piety and stain used the remnants of what was left to create the reset soul and by combining their powers they were able to fuse it to Null’s soul and shatter it in the process.

The pieces scattered all around the multiverse, planting seeds that lay dormant in the empty aus. The shattering caused a great slumber, freezing the multiverse order in time. That is until one faithful day, two strange beings were sent into the multiverse by accident. Geister and Stellar had accidentally reawoken the universe, however, stellar was trapped while his brother roamed around freely, his memories completely erased by the timelines.

Stellar had accidentally reawoken the universe, however, stellar was trapped while his brother roamed around freely, his memories completely erased by the timelines.

The Reawakening

Stain was reawakened as a code spirit. Upon finding anomalous he could sense a powerful sense of wonder and curiosity deep in his soul.

This caused him to view him as a capable heir to his role, however, he was not a fool. He knew well that he had to train him before he could be able to take up the mantle of guardian. He knew it would take years and years for him to be ready but something was keeping him from being patient. He could feel Piety’s presence growing ever stronger and he knew that he wouldn't be able to prepare him to take up the mantle so he had to at least teach him to fight. The future of the multiverse depended on it. However, even he knew that This new change would not please the council if such a thing remained. Geister was given a new name, anomalous. He could not remember his own nor did he understand the world around him so Stain found it fitting to name him after a word that means to be different or strange.

Stellar however wasn't so lucky, null’s fragmented code whispered to him, promising freedom, love, respect and so much more if he’d allow him to use his soul as a vessel To help strengthen him so he may return to the realm of reality and not be scattered in the fragmented code. In return, he’d get everything he desired. Now null was no longer himself, he was estranged from his old name so he chose a new one, corruptus. Spying through the code, corruptus soon learned about Stain’s little new pupil and it filled his torn soul with RAGE. With this, he began to push seeds of doubt into Stellar’s mind. Manipulating the memories he had to make him believe that anomalous had abandoned him anomalous could not be trusted for he was a liar! A thief! A disgusting brother abandoner. Why, null was such a better brother to him and he could do no wrong.

After all, he was only looking out for him. At least, that’s what he always claimed. The fusion was painful, it burned. Stellar’s poor little soul felt as though it had been set ablaze. “ do not worry. You will grow stronger and soon you will no longer feel the pain” null would always comfort him with these words. Eventually Stellar learned to harvest this feeling, this magic. It manifested as an odd orange smoke that would pour from his soul and eventually enveloped his body. He felt reborn, at least that's what he told himself. To cement this to himself he chose to let his old name die and chose a new beginning, arcana.

On piety’s once echo flower-covered throne sat a solitary halo, dust all around it but never gathering directly on top of it, forming a barrier ring of pristine cleanness around it. Statues littered the walls, one standing just behind the throne, a curled-up angel with horns curving toward anyone facing the throne, wings hiding his face. The other statues were all covered by their own wings in upright positions as if hidden in cocoons Only small parts were visible behind their large wings. The one in the center appeared to be the smallest of all the other statues. The Lord’s Return***

The Clicking of boots could be heard as a tall familiar figure stepped towards it. Arcana reached out and a tentacle formed from his hand, a painful process that was necessary for Null to reach through him and grab the halo. The halo glowed as Arcana began to be drained of some of his magic in order to free the being left inside. The Candles around them began to flicker before flames burst on every wick as a figure formed from the halo.

Suddenly a glow burst from the other statues, large cracks forming through them as they began to move, and the outer shell of the stone crumbled off. The centered one rose first, his wings unfurling around him, a blindfold taking his wings' place in obscuring his vision. He stood on his hooves before standing in an upright saluting position, soon the others following suit after being freed from their stone prison. All around the palace, the statues began to awaken.

The figure stood in front of the throne, hands clasped together, wings folded around them before unfurling to open proudly behind it. A wicked grin spread across their face as the rings spun before eyes opened slowly on said rings to stare at arcana “Greetings father, It is so lovely to see you so soon.”

Every angel standing in the room began to bow before them, getting on one knee in respect to their former ruler, Null. The angels were all varying, flesh, bone, and blood. Skeletons stood amongst human-like figures, some with animalistic features. Each looks familiar yet completely different in its own way. The only consistency was the placement of wings, though some had more than others as well as each one having a blindfold with an eye pattern on the front, seeming to mimic the eye that floated between the figure’s halo.

“Now , enough pleasantries. It appears you miss your old form, fear not! For I can bring that right back” Immediately he put out his hand, strange code like symbols flashing before disappearing into blinding light, arcana flinching as his body was enveloped in it. Letting out a scream of pain before in a flash his soul was torn into two, falling to his knees he looked up to see the half floating before him , it seemed almost…rotten. A sickly blue and green color as a body formed around it. A towering figure in a raggedy black robe appeared, this must be…null. Turning to face arcana , The first thing he noticed was the gaping hole in his skull, only one of his eyes being slightly visible, no eye light or pupil in any way, just pure black darkness.

Tentacles moved from under his robe as he got closer, They seemed to have replaced his legs. He looked like a skeleton remade from fragments of others or perhaps it was just what was left of him before it all. “Celeste, I must introduce you to my new “brother” he grabbed arcana by the shoulders and pulled him up, causing arcana to stumble a bit before regaining his composure and looking up at the large angelic being. The figure, now known as celeste stared down at him, his many eyes scanning this new figure , a falter on his smile could be seen as it twitched however soon he opened up his arms and pulled arcana into a hug “ welcome new ‘uncle’ , pleasure to meet a new addition to our little family” celeste’s many eyes seemed to glare daggers into arcana’s back before he let him go.

Null clapped his hands happily with a slightly unsetting giggle “ now, now, we have to get back to work! Our lord has also returned and he you know how impatient he may get. So, where is that son of yours?”

Celeste chuckled and slowly moved out of the way “ where he has always been” he gently gestured towards the centered figure “ the real question is..what do you need of him?”

The centered figure stood tall, seeming to not be phased by anything happening before him, but it he was indeed listening to everything being said. Null grinned widely “ I know stain has a new pupil whos just DYING to have a new PLAYMATE, so I say we send sauriel over to have a little playdate “ malice lined his voice , adding a strangely sinister tone to such an innocent string of words.

celeste belongs to @azulsundertaleblog ! ( or @azulscrown )

phobia belongs to bananachicke

art of celeste by azulscrown! <3

art below is by azulscrown! (celeste and sauriel)

[childofchrist1983]

When we give our tithes and offerings, we are not purchasing favor. We are not trading cash for blessings as some spiritual quid-pro-quo arrangement. No, God doesn’t need our money at all. But He does desire our love and trust. And when we give, trusting in Him to meet our needs, He faithfully sustains us to the glory of His name. We have all had times where we have held back our giving. We have trusted more in our own work and planning rather than in God and His provision. Let us humble ourselves and acknowledge that all we have is because of Him and is His, and let us return to Him freely out of what He has so freely given us. May He accept our offering for His Kingdom’s sake, and sustain us according to His ways and will and faithfulness.

Thank Father God Almighty and the LORD Jesus Christ for calling us to Him, and for the life-giving presence of His Holy Word and Spirit. May He give us strength, so that we might cling to Him and receive nourishment from Him through prayer and His Holy Word. And as we grow spiritually daily, may He work through us and use us to produce an abundant harvest for His glory.

To God and His Kingdom of Heaven be all the honor and praise and glory! Seek, follow and trust in Him - ALWAYS! AMEN!