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its-nebula · 4 years ago

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You Could Do So Much Better

Leon Kuwata x Fem!Reader, inspired by the song "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne

Warning: Some cursing, slight NSFW?

I wasn't really that fond of Leon before starting to write this, but then this idea popped into my head and as I did more research I think I like him a bit more!! Anyways there's a lack of fics for him so here y'all go. This is looooooooonnng so enjoy

You were starting to get impatient now. You looked like a loser sitting on the bench by yourself, with your arms crossed wondering where the hell he was. He was never usually this late! Seriously, he could’ve at least called ahead and told you he was going to be late, or even a text would’ve sufficed! Well, whatever. He would explain himself whenever he showed up.

“S/O! Hey!”

Well, speak of the devil, and he shall appear. With... oh no. Oh, no, no, no, no he didn’t. Who was that clinging onto his arm, giggling like a little schoolgirl? Did he really have the nerve, the audacity, the gall to bring his girlfriend Sayaka along? Without so much as warning you? Immediately, you could feel the blood inside your body start to boil, but you kept your calm, putting on the must realistic smile that you could.

“Hey, Leon.” You greeted, and then you turned to Sayaka. He didn’t seem to notice, but she also seemed to be displaying the fakest grin that you’ve ever seen. “Hello, Sayaka.”

“S/O! It is so good to see you again!” Sayaka greeted back, in the most annoying voice that you’ve ever heard in your life. “Sorry that we were late, buuuuuut Leon and I got stopped on the way here by some fans, and we just HAD to take some pictures with them!” You winced as you heard the emphasis she put on the word “fans”, as if to rub it in your face that they were famous and you weren’t. She was doing it on purpose, you could feel it in your bones. It made you want to scream inside.

Leon nodded as he agreed, with a sheepish look on his face. “Yep, hate to disappoint the fans, y’know? But really, we’re sorry. Come on, let’s go now. Are you hungry?”

You were honestly famished after waiting all that time. “Actually. I’m-”

You were interrupted by Sayaka getting in Leon’s face, a pleading look on her face. “Would it be alright if we went in the music store first? I’ve been meaning to get a new tuner.”

Leon smiled at her. “Sure thing, babe! S/O, you coming?” He and Sayaka were already walking, so all you could do is follow behind them. At least you didn’t have to put on that stupid happy grin for a few minutes as the 3 of you walked around the gigantic mall. You did, however, notice her glance over her shoulder, smirking at you for a quick second before turning her head back to Leon. Oh, his girlfriend was such a bitch. Why was he with her again?

Well, he wasn’t always the “deepest” guy, in fact it wouldn’t be too inaccurate to call him quite shallow. She had everything he’d probably ever wanted in a girl; she was stunning, she was talented, she was insanely popular, and everyone seemed to like her. How could he not fall for her, while you were just some lowly Reserve Course student that he just so happened to take an interest in? He’d compliment you and pay attention to you sometimes, sure, but when Sayaka was around or when Sayaka called he would drop his so called “friend” and bow to her. Sayaka this and Sayaka that. Sayaka, Sayaka, fucking Sayaka. You hated it. You hated how he would talk about how hot her body was, or how good it felt to touch her in various ways, but he could talk about this stuff to you, because you’re just friends, right?

Oh, whatever. All that did for you is confirm how you definitely won’t be anything more than friends anytime soon. Yes, you longed to be the one to feel his touch. How desperately you wanted to feel his lips on yours, his fingertips sliding up and down your sides, trying to pull you closer to him. “Sayaka who?” Is all you wanted to hear him say to you, before he started kissing slowly down your neck, biting and leaving marks that would surely be there for days.

Alas, it was just a fantasy, and you were stuck with the couple laughing giddily with each other, listening to samples off various music CDs and commenting on them. It made you want to throw up, but you couldn’t help but think as to why that couldn’t be you. She was not right for him, and you knew it. That made seeing them kissing and forgetting about you-- even when you’re right there-- all the more painful.

Finally, Sayaka found her way to the tuners, and she said that she would check out and would be right back.

“Leon, you know you can do better than her.” You said bluntly, but quietly, as she sashayed off.

“Pfft. What, better than a pop star? Do you think I’m stupid or somethin’?” He laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Get real, what isn’t there to like? I’ve met a lot of ladies, but she’s totally hot, she’s-”

“Rich, popular, blah blah blah, I know, I know.” You interrupted him angrily, rolling your eyes and turning your back from him, shrugging his hand off. You let out an even angrier sigh, trying your best to calm yourself down.

“Yo, are you okay?” His voice lowered. “You’re not still mad about us being late, right?”

“I’m fine.” You grumbled, and walked out of the store, deciding to just wait for them outside. You leaned against the wall, attempting again to calm yourself down.

“Where are you going?!” So he’d run after you then. Just great. Why was he pretending to care about you now? Didn’t he have a girlfriend to look after? “You don’t look alright to me. Really, what’s wrong?”

“I said nothing, Leon, I’m fine.” You stated again. “Go back to your girlfriend who you love so much.”

“But I don’t...!” He let out a long sigh, crossing his arms. “What is it, did she say something to you? I wanna know!”

“Why do you care?” You snapped, raising an eyebrow. “Obviously you worship the ground she walks on.”

Leon’s eyes darted back to the door for a second, but he moved closer towards you. His voice got quieter, and his expression got more serious. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you, S/O.”

You could feel yourself blushing at his sudden closeness, but you couldn’t let yourself lose composure like this, or else he would definitely know how you felt about him. Instead, you avoided eye contact, but you couldn’t help but glance into his eyes occasionally. God, he was so close. You could smell his cologne wafting into your nose, and lord, did he smell good. All you wanted to do was just pull him closer and...

“Leon? Where did you go?”

“Shit!” He whispered and turned around quickly. You could’ve sworn you saw a blush on his face, but now the moment was ruined. “U-Uh, I’m right here!”

“There you are! What are you two talking about?” She asked innocently, her eyes darting back and forth between you two. However, you could tell by her expression that she saw at least something.

“It was nothing! Nothing at all.” Leon laughed nervously, scratching his neck. You didn’t say anything, just looking away from both of them.

“Right...” She eyed you suspiciously, before clinging on to her boyfriend’s arm once again.

Leon cleared his throat and decided to change the subject. “H-Hey, um, do you guys wanna see me hit a few pitches? I know where the batting cage is around here!”

“Sure!” Sayaka chirped as they started to move together again. Well, it was fun while it lasted, but now it looks like you were the 3rd Wheel once more. Just what you always wanted, right? Yay!

As he went to set himself up in the cage, Sayaka turned to you. If looks could kill, you would most definitely be on the floor right now, dead as dust. “I see the way you look at him, you know. You need to stop.”

“Leon’s my friend.” You defended yourself. “We’re just friends. It’s not my fault you cling to him like a crazy bit-”

“Don’t. Say anything. About me. Do you really think he would believe me over you? All I have to do is give him one little night of fun and you’ll be gone so fast your head will spin!”

“I...” You didn’t have a rebuttal, because you knew she was right. You knew for a fact she was correct. After all, she had him, and you didn’t. She already won. “Fine. I’ll leave you both alone then.”

“He doesn’t need you, you know. You’re nothing. He has me. He probably won’t even notice that you’re gone.”

“Shut up.” Your expression darkened, and you balled your fists by your side.

“As if you actually have a shot with someone like him. Please, don’t make me laugh, If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay in your lane.”

Without thinking, you pushed her. She gasped, and she pushed you harder, causing you to fall on the ground with a thud. Leon heard this, and he turned around, his eyes widening as he saw the scene before him. “Huh? What the hell’s going on over there?!”

Sayaka instantly stopped what she was doing and started tearing up, trying to wipe her eyes of tears. People started staring at the both of you as she started to sob. Oh, now you’ve done it.

“S-She h-hit me! Why is she so mean to me?” Sayaka cried, and you could hear the crowd’s disapproval. Leon didn’t say anything as he looked at you pick yourself up and run out of the area.

Specifically, you ran to the nearest restroom, and started to cry to yourself while leaning on the wall. Who were you kidding? Everything she said was the truth. She and Leon were together, and you weren’t in her position, and you probably never would be. Why would you ever allow yourself to gain such an unattainable crush? You felt really, really stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...stupid.

It could’ve been hours, it could’ve been minutes, it could’ve been seconds, you weren’t sure, but you heard someone opening up the door, locking it behind them. Wow, you didn’t even lock the door to the bathroom. How else were you going to mess up today?

“I’m sorry, S/O.” You heard a very familiar voice say softly. You lifted your head up to see the face of the one that you love. You were a bit confused as to why he wasn’t consoling his girlfriend right now, but you were in no mood to argue.

A bit of silence passed, and he decided to speak up again as you dried your tears. “So, she told me what happened. At least, her side of the story. I should’ve known.”

“Her side...? Y-You mean...?”

“I barely ever believe a word she says anymore.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “You’re lucky you don’t have to hear her whining and complaining every single day. Every time I try bringing you up, it’s like she turns into a total bitch.”

You blinked at him. You could honestly believe what he said, but why would he stay with her then? “But you always seem so in love with each other. You call her hot every single day.”

He shrugged. “She’s attractive, but truthfully, she’s nothing compared to the girl I really want to be with. At least she’s got brains, beauty, and personality.”

“The girl you really want to be with.” You repeated, thinking to yourself. “Who could that be?”

Without warning, he leaned down and connected his lips with yours. Instantaneously, your eyes fluttered to a close, and now you could feel yourself smiling. It just felt so right, being here in his arms. He laughed a little when he felt you smile, and he pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist.

After a minute or two, you pulled away for air, both of you gasping breathlessly. “But what happened to Sayaka?”

He kissed over your ear, before he whispered into it, “I could do a lot better than Sayaka, don’t you think?”

That was all you needed for you to passionately kiss him again, one of his hands in your hair, with the other one sneakily creeping up your shirt, which you happily let happen.

Looks like fantasies come true after all.

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #leon kuwata #thh #imagine #leon x reader

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yeniayofnymeria · 5 years ago

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Euron Greyjoy "Ice or Fire"

Selam, hello! :)

Today I want to discuss Euron Greyjoy's side with you. Usually peope thinks Euron works with ice side. Because ice side is bad guys and Euron is bad guy too... But first... I need explain something.

I wanted open another topic about it but for now a brief summary is more appropriate.

Who bad who good?

As readers, we tend to see the ice side as bad and the fire side as good. We think this story is a classic good and bad story. That's how it was done on TV Show. But the show is the world of D&D. ASOIAF is the world of GRRM. And GRRM's perspective is very different from D&D.

GRRM believes everyone can do bad and good thing at the same time. We can be heroes and also bad guys. We can be racist but also we can be anti-war. In stories, we do not need dark lords anymore.

Men are still capable of great heroism. But I don’t necessarily think there are heroes. That’s something that’s very much in my books: I believe in great characters. We’re all capable of doing great things, and of doing bad things. We have the angels and the demons inside of us, and our lives are a succession of choices…[Woodrow Wilson] was a racist who tried to end war. Now, does one cancel out the other? Well, they don’t cancel out the other. You can’t make him a hero or a villain. He was both. And we’re all both.

Much as I admire Tolkien, and I do admire Tolkien — he’s been a huge influence on me, and his Lord of the Rings is the mountain that leans over every other fantasy written since and shaped all of modern fantasy — there are things about it, the whole concept of the Dark Lord, and good guys battling bad guys, Good versus Evil, while brilliantly handled in Tolkien, in the hands of many Tolkien successors, it has become kind of a cartoon. We don’t need any more Dark Lords, we don’t need any more, “Here are the good guys, they’re in white, there are the bad guys, they’re in black. And also, they’re really ugly, the bad guys.”

Ruling is hard. This was maybe my answer to Tolkien, whom, as much as I admire him, I do quibble with. Lord of the Rings had a very medieval philosophy: that if the king was a good man, the land would prosper. We look at real history and it’s not that simple. Tolkien can say that Aragorn became king and reigned for a hundred years, and he was wise and good. But Tolkien doesn’t ask the question: What was Aragorn’s tax policy? Did he maintain a standing army? What did he do in times of flood and famine? And what about all these orcs? By the end of the war, Sauron is gone but all of the orcs aren’t gone – they’re in the mountains. Did Aragorn pursue a policy of systematic genocide and kill them? Even the little baby orcs, in their little orc cradles? The war that Tolkien wrote about was a war for the fate of civilization and the future of humanity, and that’s become the template. I’m not sure that it’s a good template, though. The Tolkien model led generations of fantasy writers to produce these endless series of dark lords and their evil minions who are all very ugly and wear black clothes. But the vast majority of wars throughout history are not like that.

You can also see traces of these words in books. For example Aemon said these words.

"Many good men have been bad kings, Maester Aemon used to say, and some bad men have been good kings." "Better men than Stannis have done worse things than this."

So we can say ice or fire side are not pure evil or good. They are both; like a Stark and like a Lannister. I'm a Stark but i can say Stark side ise not pure good and sinless. We saw all. We read it.

This reason do not think fire is good and ice is bad. Probably both sides have their own justification for fighting. There will be people and houses fighting and dying for both sides.

The question is which side will Euron be on?

For the above reasons the majority said ice. I think the opposite. Actually, my main idea is that Euron is on its side. In alliance with the side that he thinks is strong for personal ambition and interests. And I think this side is "fire"

Euron is a sociopath narcissist. Someone who sees himself as a god, worships himself. He wants power, he wants to rule. If you are such a narcissist, you will go wherever you find power. I don't think such a person would want to die.

Euron says he went to Asshai and Valyria. The Valyria part may be a lie, but not the Asshai part. Even if we take it all right, these two cities are on the fire side. The magic of these two cities is based on fire and blood. Most of the wizards of Euron use these spells. So Euron is close by weight with these spells.

I believe the R'hllor faith comes from Asshai. AA legend and prophecy comes from that city anyway. I have no doubt that Euron has learned all this and more. If this ( https://clankingdragon.wordpress.com/2017/09/26/might-makes-wight-qarth-and-asshai/) theory is true which i belive it is, then Euron saw fire wights in Asshai. Then he knows now that there is a way not to die and he wants it.

Do not forget the word in their (iron born) faith. It also points to a wight incident. "What is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger."

HINTS

1- When Euron came back, he went after Dany and his dragons. If he was working with the ice, he would have wanted to kill Dany and Dany's dragons. He didn't have to go back to Westeros for that. Somehow he could have gone to Meereen to kill Dany. And if Daario = Euron theory is true, he has had the opportunity many times. As a result, if he wants to have it instead of killing her ... It makes more sense to return home if he wants to be there for her. He even captured wizards who wanted to kill Dany.

Moqorro*: Others seek* Daenerys too. Tyrion*: Have you seen these others in your fires?* Moqorro*: Only their shadows. One most of all. A tall and twisted thing with one black eye and ten long arms, sailing on a sea of blood.* “So are the contents of my chamber pot. None is fit to sit the Seastone Chair, much less the Iron Throne. No, to make an heir that’s worthy of him , I need a different woman. When the kraken weds the dragon, brother, let all the world beware.”

2- Euron is now attacking Reach. Why is that? He is not interested in the North or Dorne or Lannister lands, or Storm land, or even the river lands. Reach is very rich right but Euron is not one who loves money. He doesn't care. Places like the old town are under serious threat. Reach's army was very vigorous, they did not see war properly. Rich and powerful. Now, because of the Lannister-Tyrell alliance, Reach will fight against Dany. Euron can weaken them. Also, according to Sam, if the old city falls, the realm is torn to pieces. This is definitely beneficial for Dany. At first, even Varys was trying to do something similar. We all know that Euron can't sit in the Iron Throne because he killed the Lannisters. He needs Dany.

3- Aeron's dreams...

There are very important signs.

He showed the world his blood eye now, dark and terrible. Clad head to heel in scale as dark as onyx, he sat upon a mound of blackened skulls as dwarfs capered round his feet and a forest burned behind him.

A dark onyx reminded me of black stones

. (Also could be Euron's Valyria armor) "blood eye" interesting, like fire and blood? Or Bloodstone Emperor? Euron's personel sigil is a red/blood eye... And the Emperor was worshiped those black stones. He killed her sister and took her throne, like Euron did.

Impaled upon the longer spikes were the bodies of the gods. The Maiden was there and the Father and the Mother, the Warrior and Crone and Smith … even the Stranger. They hung side by side with all manner of queer foreign gods: the Great Shepherd and the Black Goat, three-headed Trios and the Pale Child Bakkalon, the Lord of Light and the butterfly god of Naath.

The Emperor took down all his gods. Euron did same thing (Black Goat, The Stranger are God of death of FM, the great other). Remeber Euron clad head to heel in scale as dark as onyx, he looks like black stone. Euron worships himself.

Beside him stood a shadow in woman’s form, long and tall and terrible, her hands alive with pale white fire.

Whoever this woman is must belong to the fire side. Northern gods and others hate fire. They prefer cold and snow. If the Euron was on the ice side, this woman would have ice instead of fire.

And most important to me. This...

“The bleeding star bespoke the end,” he said to Aeron. “These are the last days, when the world shall be broken and remade. A new god shall be born from the graves and charnel pits.” Then Euron lifted a great horn to his lips and blew, and dragons and krakens and sphinxes came at his command and bowed before him. “Kneel, brother,” the Crow’s Eye commanded. “I am your king, I am your god. Worship me, and I will raise you up to be my priest.”

Dragons, krakens and shpinxes(we saw Valyrian ones, half human half dragon but this could be half dragon half kraken like he wanted) bowed him with horn. He uses those powers.

The bleeding stars(dragons, fire...)... last days (the war is coming)... the world shall be broken and remade (after war someone will do this)... a ned god (he thinks himself) will born from the draves and charnel pits(from dead, he means).

"Her. Daenerys?" Haldon nodded. "Benerro has sent forth the word from Volantis. Her coming is the fulfillment of an ancient prophecy. From smoke and salt was she born to make the world anew. She is Azor Ahai returned … and her triumph over darkness will bring a summer that will never end … death itself will bend its knee, and all those who die fighting in her cause shall be reborn …" "Do I have to be reborn in this same body?" asked Tyrion

R'hllor side (except Melisandre) thinks Dany is AA. She will make the world anew (world shall be broken and remade.) and death itself will bend its knee(ice side will lost) and her men will rise again from dead ( born from the graves and charnel pits)

So Euron believes fire side will win, Dany is AA and if he would be with her, he will be reborn and became immortal. Even he became a god and king... So yes, Euron chose fire side because he thinks fire side will win.

So, what do you think?

#euron greyjoy #daenerys targeryan

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mininky · 6 years ago

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Tainted Souls (Taehyung)

Summary: Vampires were no longer a myth, the world knew that they were very very real. The world wasn’t ready for it, and they really weren’t ready to find out that all those whacky conspiracy theorists finally got something right. A lot of celebrities were, in fact, undead. Including BTS. Touring constantly, always on the move it was painfully difficult to ensure that they received their meals. Until their manager learned of a business that specialized in vampire fine dining.

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: Oral sex (female/male receiving), biting, multiple orgasms, swallowing of bodily fluids, no condoms (don’t do that!)

Word count: 6.3K

Series list: Prologue, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

"What book are you reading?" You look behind you on the plane to see Taehyung standing up at an awkward angle so he can peer over your shoulder. "Dracula." You move your sights back to the book in front of you, trying not to smile at the laughter ringing out above you. "Dracula, really? So, does that make you my Mina?" "If I was your Mina then I would have gathered a group of men who would have become so completely infatuated with my kind, sincere, and oh-so-innocent character that they would murder you for me. Well, technically for her fiance, but let's be honest they all did it for Mina." You try to go back to reading but close the book when you realize your eyes have been dancing over the same page for the last few minutes. You put your bookmark in and look up again to see Tae giving you a boxy grin. "Yeah, well I suppose in a sense you are Mina. You could definitely have a bunch of dudes do your bidding." "Is that so?" "Yup." You watch Tae whip his head back around and can barely hear Namjoon saying something about 'sit down' over the hum of the engine. Tae, however, stays up anyways. It can't be comfortable, he's having to stand at an obscure angle/crouch in order to avoid banging his head on the overhead. "But I appreciate that you aren't trying to kill the vampire and you aren't really Mina. Besides, cute and innocent gets boring really fast, doesn't it (y/n)?" You watch Jin's hand clasp around Taehyung's collar and jerk him back into the seat before you can even respond. So instead you have to settle on pulling up your KKT (and paying the outrageous WIFI fee) so you can have the last word. "Why kill the vampire when it's so much more fun to fuck them?" You wait a few moments, praying that Tae also paid for in-flight WIFI before you hear him sputter and cough behind you. Checkmate. You and Tae have been playing a game of cat and mouse from the moment you met. It's hard not to be drawn to him. He's charismatic, handsome, sweet, and he has this air of unflappable confidence that comes close but never fully crosses the line into arrogance. And you...well you've found your new favorite past time but you never thought about the implications it would bring about later in time. You and Tae flirt back and forth with each other constantly, but you've never crossed the line. Come close, dipped a toe over, sure...but you refuse to be the first one to break. Oh no, Tae will be the one to break. He's not like the normal fuck boy type, you'll give him that. In fact, he's not even really a fuck boy, he just has the tendencies. He's got this really sweet, sensitive, kind side to him. He's also very intuitive, the type of person to know exactly what you need or want before you ever say it. But he's also the type that's unapologetically himself and it's naturally an easy attractant for women. He could have any pick of the litter, and he knows it. He walks like he knows it, talks like he knows it, but he never actually comes out and says it. And the thought of conquering him, of being the one that he begs for. The one that gets the cocky side of him to bow down before your feet. Oh yes, you'll break him. Unlike Tae, who flirts shamelessly possibly just for the fun of it, you do it for more perverse and personal reasons. You're attracted to him. More than you'd care to admit too. You want him, you want all of him. You're not sure where in the game that started happening, but you know it's far earlier on than you care to admit to yourself. But he doesn't need to know that. Not until he's worshiping you, and then you'll bare your heart and soul. But he needs to break first. You want to wash off that cocky grin from his face, you want to see him vulnerable and bare to you. And as much as you'd like to pretend it was just a game of conquering the man who can conquer all it was now much more than that. So you've been pushing harder than ever, trying to get him to cross the finish line. You think he probably understands what you're doing. And it seems to you that he's drawing it out to see if you'll break first instead. You've had to slow back down in retaliation. Well, that and the fact that you had been so caught up in the thrill of the chase that you've had witnesses. Technically just one witness actually, just on a few occasions. Unfortunately, poor Jungkook has been caught in the crossfires of your little 'chases' a few times now. So now you have to be a little bit more careful. Poor Jungkook. The last time he walked in on the two of you had been the worst. He'd found Taehyung feeding from your thigh when he came over to see if Taehyung wanted to play a video game of some sort with him. As if it wasn't bad enough of a position with your dress hiked up and your expensive black lace and chiffon underwear on full display it of course just had to happen right when he finally started looking you in your eyes after he accidentally saw the racy photo you'd sent Tae a few weeks prior. It wasn't that bad, but you're pretty sure that he's maybe seen boobs in real life a handful of times and that didn't help anything. He's a shy, innocent thing under all that bravado he puts on stage. Jungkook still refuses to talk around you, he just turns into an awkward statue and runs away which has caused his blood type endless entertainment recently. She's been using you just to chase away Jungkook, and it's only made you tread more lightly in your game with Taehyung. Your thoughts are brought back to the present when you hear your phone buzz. You glance over at Jungkook's blood type on your right and Jin's blood type on your left to see both of them sound asleep before pulling up the text. It wasn't a dick pic per say. It alluded to it, but the angle cut off right after the thatch of well-groomed pubic hair. Interesting, so he doesn't shave completely. Somehow, you kind of anticipated him to be an all or nothing kind of guy. Not that you're complaining. The real question is how to respond? You take a moment to ponder your options before a text pops up.

[Tae-Tae] Speechless? [you] No, I'm just debating if you shave and trim or just trim. What a cocky little shit. You'll break him one day, you swear it. [Tae-Tae] Care to find out? [you] Hmm... [Tae-Tae] I'll show you if you ask me. ;) [you] Nah, I think my own imagination is probably better. [Tae-Tae] :( It's not tho [you] Whatever you say, babe. [Tae-Tae] babe? I get nicknames now? What can I call you? How about baby doll? [you] Gross, veto. [Tae-Tae] Princess? [you]...I can work with that one, but it's not my favorite. [Tae-Tae] My queen? [you] Much better. I accept from you my humble servant.

You try to stifle your laughter as Taehyung suddenly appears down the aisle. He shoots you another boxy grin and leans over for a moment to whisper in your ear. "See, I told you. You can get guys to do their bidding. All you have to ask and your wish is my command. My queen." You look at him for a moment before staring back straight ahead. "I'd rather hear you beg." You watch his pupils dilate for a moment when you spare a short glance back his way, his head cocked to the side before he finally moves back over to his seat when a stewardess starts walking by.

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A few days later and you're finally back in the comfort of your own home. In a strange way, you aren't actually that happy with it. Being out and exploring and...being with Tae...well it's fun. But meanwhile back at the ranch you just go through tedious monotonous tasks of daily life. Not that it's that bad, it's really nice to be able to catch up on all your favorite shows and finish a book in your favorite spot on the couch. It's just...well it's boring. You've been going and traveling nonstop for the last couple of months, and sure it could be stressful. Especially trying to get through an airport while not being caught with BTS and the constant reminder of 'no scandals, we hired you to be discrete' from the ever so lovely management. (Honestly, with some of the stunts you've seen the other girls pull you're surprised that there hasn't been a scandal yet. It's not that they aren't discrete, it's more that...well there's zero tolerance for bullshit from some of the other girls when fans get out of hand.) But with all its rules the job is still worth it. You got to explore museums and sites and food all over the world. Your bank account is certainly not a concern any time soon. But more importantly...with Tae. And when you're back at home...well you're just a regular old girl again. When you're with Tae it's like everything is an adventure, his optimistic boyish charm is infectious. When it's back to just you in your apartment though it's like everything is slightly muted. Your thoughts wander back to Taehyung for a moment. The tour had ended with things getting...slightly awkward between the two of you. You're pretty sure that both of you are getting tired of this little game, but both of you are too stubborn to try for something more. Each conversation with him lately has kept you on edge, both of you seem to be daring the other person to just say it first. You know you're in deep shit, you don't just like him...you love him. And that puts you in an odd spot. This is after all your job. And he is after all famous and under a microscope constantly. And then there's his personality. It's almost like there are two sides to him. The flirty grand charismatic face he shows the world and then the much more serious, sometimes stoic side he'll occasionally give you a glimpse of. But what's real with him? You can't help but wonder if he actually likes you, or if he more just enjoys teasing you. And this dilemma really isn't his fault, it's yours. You started this. You were the one challenging him, instead of just coming forward and being honest. But being honest is scary. Rejection is a serious possibility, and you're not sure if you'll ever be able to recover from it. I mean, sure you will, but...man it won't be easy. And let's say he does reject you, do you have to go back to your old routine at Tainted Souls all over again? You're in the middle of a deep True Blood binge under the confines of the pillow fort you've made when a knock at the door interrupts your thoughts and has you pausing the show. You have no clue who it could possibly be. Your friends rarely show up unannounced and all of them have day jobs so considering that it's only 1:00 in the afternoon it couldn't possibly be them. And you didn't order any food, you actually forced yourself to cook for once just a little while ago. You peak your head out the pillow fort and squint at the door (not that it's helpful in any way but you're hoping you can somehow will the person away if you do this long enough.) Another round of knocks, louder this time, ring through the apartment before the doorbell is rung no less than five times in under thirty seconds. You grunt as you crawl out of the fort before marching over to the door. Swinging it open you're ready to give an earful at your intruder before seeing that damn boxy grin. "Tae?" "Hiya, my queen. I was just bored and in the area and-" "How do you know where I live?" Taehyung stops for a moment and you see a mischevious glint in his eye. "I have my ways. Are you going to invite me in?" "What is this, some old-timey vamp shit? Yes, please, I invite you in oh undead one." Tae chuckles as he steps in, his shoulders brushing against yours momentarily before he steps aside to take off his shoes. "You aren't off the hook that easy though. How did you find out where I live?" "It's on your resume, duh." You watch him survey your small apartment before his eyes light. "Is that a pillow fort???" He skips with glee over to the area, a childlike innocence and enthusiasm taking over as he crawls down and shuffles into the area. "What are we watching?" "We're not watching anything. I was watching..." You stop yourself short. How do you explain to a vampire that you're basically watching a vampire porn show that got a disturbing amount of things about vampires right? I mean, the Dracula thing was already a bit embarrassing enough but hey, it's a classic! "What, cat got your tongue? Come on, come join me in the fort, my queen!" You glance over to see him patting at the side next to him before finally giving in with a reluctant sigh. You didn't exactly make enough space for two people though, so you're squeezed rather tightly next to his side. "So...were you watching porn?" "...no..." No that would almost be less embarrassing, unfortunately. "That...that wasn't the answer I was expecting. Oh...oh my god. You WERE weren't you?" You're struck with horror as he moves to press play. Why god? Why you? Why didn't you destroy all the evidence before opening the door? Why didn't you hide the remote? Why couldn't you have been watching anything else other than- The sounds of moaning fills the room. Of fucking course, this just had to be the worst possible scene for it to start on. And of course you just haaaad to watch the whole series over from the beginning and this is the part where they find the tape of the girl who died after sleeping with a vampire who chains her up has very rough sex with her and then drains her. "Holy shit, this is...this is really kinky. It feels like I'm watching some of Hobi-hyung's stash, but worse. Wow. It's always the ones you least expect I guess." His eyes are glued to the screen as it finally cuts back to the police. "No!!!! No, no no no no no no no!!!" You're smacking Tae repeatedly on his arm, hoping that you're somehow making your illiterate rant get across to him. "No, it's a TV show. It's called True Blood! It's about vampires and okay it's honestly trashy and kind of awful but I mean, they got so much right. A lot of it wrong, but so much right too! Like synthetic blood, and vampires coming out of the coffin! And and and..." You stop at the sound of Taehyung laughing maniacally at your outburst. "Oh fuck off Tae. Even if I was watching porn I'm allowed to do so! Who died and made you my dad? Also, what ARE you even doing here? Don't think I bought that 'I was in the area' bullshit! You're not getting off that easy mister!" "Mister, really?" Tae sighs before cuddling closer into your side, his face pressing into your shoulder. "I just missed you, if you really must know." "Oh." What does that admission mean? Does it mean...no he couldn't possibly be throwing in the towel. "Oh?" You glance down to see Tae looking up at you through his messy fringe. You hadn't really paid attention when he first came in, but he looks paler, tired. "OH, you're hungry." He rolls his eyes before he cuddles even closer and throws a leg over you. You pray that your heart will stop thundering soon because you know for a fact he can hear it. "Not really. I still have two more days before I need to eat. I told you, I just missed you. Is that such a crime?" "You look hungry. Tae, you don't need to lie. If you just came because you need to eat that's fine, I'm sure you've been working harder now that you're back and-" "I told you that's not why I'm here!" His face snaps up, and you're suddenly reminded by his inhuman speed that he is indeed a creature not to take lightly as he's straddling you. His eyes bore into yours, flickers of annoyance tracing over his features. "Why don't you believe me?" "What?" "Why, why do you do all these games? You fuck with me, and you play these games, and god I can't get you out of my fucking head. Your taste, your smell, your laugh fuck it's like they're just running through my mind all god damn day. And then you have the audacity to act surprised? How could I not miss you? Is this all it is to you, just some game? Because I swear to fucking god if it is I'm-" "It's not just a game. I mean, it kind of started that way but..." You trail off, your eyes refusing to look up at him for longer than a few seconds. Tae relaxes at your admission, but his gaze never wavers. He's clearly waiting for you to continue, but you're too stubborn. After a minute of the two of you daring the other to speak first, he finally gives a small chuckle before throwing his face into your neck. "God, you just really want to make me say it first, don't you?" "Yes." Your words come out tiny and small, and you suddenly feel incomprehensibly stupid for just not being honest with him sooner. "Why?" "Because you're you. You could get anything, anyone. And...I don't know at first it was just to get someone as great of a catch as you to look at me and I was kind of bored with having just one client. But then...it just morphed into something more. The more time I spent with you the more I wanted you to really like me. Like really really like me, not just want me...you know? But...I guess...I'm also just really afraid of rejection. A game of cat and mouse keeps things easy and light-hearted, feelings don't really have to be involved." "I fell for you so long ago it's ridiculous. I just figured it was all just fun and games for you so I didn't admit anything. We're both idiots aren't we?" You find yourself grinning up at his words. "Yeah but...we can be idiots together." "I like the sound of that, a lot." For a minute silence just fills the room, although it's not uncomfortable. It's more the two of you basking in the realization that there are no more games. Both of you are finally being honest with one another. And then after that warm and fuzzy glow starts to ebb away do you realize the rather compromising position you're in. He's still straddled over your hips, his hair falling down and eye's just barely peeking out, his hands resting on the side of your head and face just a few inches away. You're not sure what to do in this situation. Do you ask him to move? Do you kiss him? Do you touch him? What would be the most proper? Because really all you want is to feel his lips, but you're not sure if that's what he wants. You're pretty sure he can see each thought playing out based off of the way he cocks his head to the side and lifts an eyebrow. You've never been very good at concealing your inner thoughts. (Note to self, work on your poker face.) So you steel your nerves and finally say in a voice you hope doesn't give away your anxiety, "Tae?" When he hums in response you finally lift your eyes to him. "Tae, can I kiss you?" His smile stirs something in you, a frenzy of joy and something slightly more carnal caused by his fangs shining down at you. "Of course, my queen." He doesn't however budge. Clearly, he's going to make you work for it, and your stubborn side is starting to roll back in. You weave your hands into his hair (you'd like to note that it's oddly soft for all the chemical damage it's taken and you really should find out what shampoo he uses) to bring his lips down onto yours. The force of the movement causes a rather awkward clash of teeth, but neither of you seems to pay any mind. There's been too much build up, too much tension, to really care about little details like that. His lips are slightly chapped and he tastes faintly like mint. It's not long before the kiss deepens into something less chaste, tongues roaming and exploring and hunger starts to drive both of you. Your hands untangle from his hair and move to his arms before snaking around his waist to flip him over. There's something so euphoric about seeing him under you, at seeing the shift as his eyes start to shine red and the way his breathing starts to stagger under your touch. And it hits you, really hits you then, that he's yours. Maybe the world gets a lot of him, but right now you get a side of him that they don't. Your lips trail down his neck as your hands slide up his shirt to feel the cool skin underneath. The way his muscles clench under your touch coupled with his soft panting has desire pooling into your underwear. "You look so pretty like this." You grin as you peel his shirt off before leaving a wet trail of kisses down his torso. "Pretty, really? Wouldn't handsome be a more apt description?" His hands are wound into your hair, pushing you slightly further down as you get steadily closer to the waistband of his sweats. "Well, you are plenty handsome. But...I think you look pretty right now. Delectably pretty. Like a perfect meal presented to me." You linger at his pants, hands resting on the button before your attention flickers back to his face. "May I?" "Please. But I mean, really? If anyone is the meal here it's you." "The big bad vampire routine is unbecoming of you. Be a good boy though and you might just get a treat." The glare he levels at you has a giggle of elation bubbling up in your throat. "Really, still with the games?" "Do you want me to suck your dick or not Tae?" His head whips up as you slide down his pants and boxers, freeing his rapidly hardening cock only a mere few inches from your face. You'd like to note that he does, in fact, shave and groom. Guess the question is finally answered now that you're finally seeing the perfectly shaped triangle of hair in person. "Fuck, no I do." "Then just lie back down and be a good boy." He groans as he throws his head back, biting on his lip to stay quiet. You've always wanted to be the one to get under his skin, to make him fall apart, and now that you're finally here it's better than you ever imagined. You take a moment to just enjoy the site of him laying under you, twitching with barely controlled impatience. Your fingers ghost over his dick, lips coming down to pepper small kisses up along his thigh before halting right at his balls. His hips flex and shake the closer you get, precum beading up and falling onto his stomach. "Jesus, please (Y/N), please just fucking touch me. This is just torture, cruel and unusual punishment. I'll do whatever you want just please, please just touch me." "Whatever I want?" A cheshire cat grin is on your lips as you look at him. You get that technically you guys already agreed to be together, but hey you've been thinking for a long time about just what you would do when he finally breaks. And right now you're finally about to get what you've always wanted. "Fuck, yes, just please fucking touch me." "Hmm, okay, since you begged so nicely." You finally grasp his dick in your hand, tongue snaking along his balls before trailing up and enveloping his velvety head. The tangy precum smears over your lips as you lock eye contact with him, your smile growing wider at the long musical moan that falls out of him. Oh-ho, if Tae is already moaning he might just not be able to handle what you have prepared for him. You give him just a moment to calm down as you keep him resting in your mouth before finally sliding down to the base in one go. "Oh, holy fuck. Fuck, fuck, oh god. You weren't fucking kidding when you said you were a pro at sucking dick, oh my god." You stay stationed at the base for a moment before working up, setting an easy rhythm for yourself to breath in as you go up and exhale slowly as he reaches past your molars. The dull ache in your jaw is worth it for the sweet sounds he's gracing you with. You can feel your panties clinging onto you, your own need beginning to cause a different dull ache. But that's not important, what's important right now is staying in charge. You aren't about to pass up this opportunity that you've worked so hard to finally get. "(Y/N), if you don't stop I'm going to ah fuck!" Your hands massage his balls gently before his hips buck with force into your throat and his cum is filling your mouth in hot white ropes. His eyes are locked on yours as you finally pull away from him, giving small licks to clean up anything left behind before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. "All clean, my what a good girl you are." You can't help but preen a bit under the praise. There's something about hearing the words from Tae that make the (honestly almost unbearable) taste worth it. "But it's not fair, I'm almost completely undressed, and you're still in all of your clothes." His words come out whiney as he tries to grab the hem of your shirt, but you're quicker than him. You scooch your way out of the pillow fort, ignoring his whines of protests. "Come on Tae, you promised that you'd do whatever it is that I ask." You glance behind you to see Taehyung behind you, a deviant smirk plastered to his face as he tugs his pants back up. "Well, my queen, I'm hoping that your wish is for me to eat you out like a five-course meal." "No, but nice try. No no, I'd like something far less sexual, sorry to burst your bubble." You wrap your hands around his neck, fingers curling into the soft hair at his nape. "I'd like for you to take me shopping." "What?" "Shopping, I want to go shopping with you. More specifically I'd like to go out on a date with you. I think it would be fun to pick out some clothes with you. Oh, but I suppose I should tack on that I'd like to go to the new exhibit at the museum with you too if you have the time this month. It's not a permanent collection so I suppose that might have to take priority if you can manage the time." "You...you could have me do anything and you choose a date? I thought for sure you'd have me sit there and beg for you or something, or literally kiss your ass, or make me do something really embarrassing. But you...choose a date?" His shoulders are shaking with poorly contained laughter before he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. "Just when I think I've got you all figured out you pull something like this. You're a weird one, you know that?" "Well at first I thought about making you beg, in fact, that was my original goal. But the plan changed a long time ago. I realized I didn't want to make you beg, I would never want to hear something like that forced out of you. I want to hear that you want me because you want me, not for any other reason. So then I started thinking about what I really wanted, and I realized that even though it's selfish and even though you can't technically go out on dates or be seen in public with me I'd still really like to go out on a date with you. I understand though if it's not really possible." You say the last words quietly as you reflect back on your contract and the firm words from management. Dating and scandals were absolutely not allowed, and while you wanted nothing more to be with Tae you also understood the precarious place dating would put him in. "Hey, don't worry about it. We can definitely go on a date. I can wear like a fake beard or something." "What?" "Ooh, or maybe I'll learn how to do some special effects makeup and turn myself into an old man. With a big beard." Tae is talking animatedly, his hands smoothing down his imaginary beard. "No fake beard, please." �� "Why not, I thought girls like beards." "Yes well I don't. Especially not fake ones. That's just weird. But I'm sure we'll figure something...less...abstract out." You watch his gaze flicker back down to you, his fingers tracing over your jaw before dipping lower until they finally grip at the soft flesh of your ass. "Well, I suppose that we can figure it out some other time. I don't have enough time for a date tonight, I still have to be back for practice in a couple of hours. But that does leave me with enough time to continue where we left off. What do you say?" His breath is warm on your neck and the fire that had begun to calm down is roaring back. That familiar ache, the need to finally be one with him begins driving all action again. You try leading him to the bedroom, but his hands pull your hips back flush to him. "Always so impatient. Let me take my time with you." His tongue trails slowly down your neck, over the prominent vein before he nips down slightly on your collarbone. Each movement is slow, precise, and it already has you wanting more. You're not normally so greedy, you usually enjoy dragging things out more. But Taehyung is masterful at this slow, erotic torture and it's quickly becoming too much for you. Each touch to your skin tingles and burns, his hands lazily roaming and groping has your hips rutting into his. "Tae, don't be a fucking tease." "Oh please, you've spent enough time torturing me let me have some fun." His eyes lock onto yours before he finally strips your shirt off of you before his mouth latches onto a nipple. His tongue swirls around the bud before he's tugging it in between his teeth with enough force to have you cry out. His mouth twitches into a grin at your moan and suddenly he's off of your breast and picking you up. He doesn't, however, take you down the hall into your bedroom as you initially guessed. No, instead he's leading you into the kitchen and placing you on the counter. He just gives a small chuckle at your cocked eyebrow before explaining. "Listen, this might sound ridiculous to you but I've always wanted to have sex in a kitchen but considering that I live in the dorm or I'm always in hotels I don't exactly get that chance often. Also, I really want to fuck you in a bathtub while we're on the subject. Honestly just about every surface of this apartment, but the kitchen is a good place to start. Don't you think?" Before you can respond his hands drag your ass to the edge of the counter and his mouth is on your thighs. Each wet kiss, each small nip, closer to your clothed and dripping core has you shaking with want. "Tae, please. Please, come on baby, please." You're not sure if it's the begging, or the use of the pet name, or just his own desires that finally cause him to peel away your panties but you really don't care. You just care that you're finally getting relief. "God, look at you. You're dripping all over the counter. What a pretty fucking pussy, and it smells so sweet." He licks one long stripe over your folds before clamping down on your throbbing clit. Before you can even react he has two fingers slipping into you, strangled moans bubbling out at the dual sensations. With each loud suck on your clit, his fingers prod deeper inside you, scissoring and stretching in all the right ways. You can feel that familiar coil tighten and lurch at his ministrations. Each time his tongue brushes against you, each time his fingers prod in just the right spot, you can feel yourself start to unravel. You want to tell him how good it feels, how amazing he is, but words get lost in your throaty moans. "You're going to cum already? You gonna cum all over my fingers? Come on (y/n), cum for me." That's all it takes to have you finally fall into your orgasm. Thighs clenching, abdomen tightening, toes curling. Faintly you know you're screaming his name loudly, but you're too far gone in bliss to fully register that it's you who's making those noises. By the time your opening your eyes back up he's finally pulled away from you. His mouth is still shining with your release and you can't help but groan at the sight of him slowly fisting his leaking cock. His mouth is on yours in an instant, both of you groaning at the taste of both your orgasms. Your hips jut into his, the desire to feel filled by him is starting to drive you into a frenzy. You need to feel him, one orgasm isn't enough. Never really has been for you, but especially not when it's finally with Tae. "Tae, come on, please fuck me." The way he groans low and sweet has you clenching around nothing and desire trickling out of you once again. You watch, entirely entranced, as he finally enters. You're well prepped enough that there's no burn, just sweet sweet satisfaction. His head rested in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses along the vein as he stayed still before slowly pulling back out. His hands wrap your thighs around his waist before he starts moving rhythmically. Each movement is harsher, faster than the last. Each thrust has both of you groaning at the sensation. You can feel him everywhere, so utterly full as he prods away at the right spot that has nerves on fire. "God, you're so fucking tight. And wet, holy shit. Can I...can I feed from you?" You can't help but moan at his words again. He looks so perfect, almost like a sculpture has come to life. The sweat is making his hair cling to his face, casting a glow to his tan skin. "You have to say yes, I'm not taking a moan for an answer." "Yes, please Tae." At the green light, he nuzzled back into your neck, his tongue snaking along the pulsing vein before his fangs sunk in. There's something about the mix of pain and pleasure that almost feels like a high each time. Sinful, dirty, perfect. And it has you tumbling into another orgasm around him. Clenching, moaning, milking Tae to finally come to his own. His tongue laps up the last of the blood, seeling away the bite as his hips begin to rut sloppily through his own completion. He stays lodged inside as he starts to soften and presses a few soft kisses on your lips. You feel not just satisfied, but somewhere into a place of warm and fuzzy bliss. "You know, it was worth the wait." He sighs at the sound of his phone going off and grimaces as he finally pulls out to look at his phone. "I have to leave now so I won't be late to practice. Can I...come back over tomorrow? I don't have the day off, but I do have a break in the afternoon." "Of course, just text me when you're on your way over. Don't push yourself too hard." Tae gives a boxy grin as he pulls on his clothes before weaving his fingers into your hair and pulling you into a heated kiss. "As much as I love seeing you naked, you should probably put on some clothes so you don't catch a cold. I'll see you tomorrow, my queen." You watch him leave silently, a smile plastered to your face. You certainly weren't expecting for this to happen when you took on the job. You weren't expecting these blossoming feelings of love to take over when you started to first tease Tae. But the world works in mysterious ways, and you couldn't be happier with the results.

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Papas + Copia: Weddings!

Anonymous said: I really love your writing omg! It has heavily influenced me to starting writing headcanons again and I cannot thank you enough!!! ANYWAYS! I'm quite curious on this subject so what would the Papa's and Cardinal's wedding with their s/o be like?

Words can’t describe how thrilled I am to hear that!! A lot of my love for Ghost and my knowledge of the lore came from headcanon blogs, to the point where I started getting headcanons of my own!

Remember when I said the weddings were coming after the proposals, guys? Here they are! LET’S GO!

Papa Nihil:

It would be a mostly-private ceremony, planned by Sister Imperator. Family and friends only!

The decorations and food are both lavish and decadent--reds and golds everywhere.

Cardinal Copia would be the one to officiate the marriage, and Sister Imperator is Nihil’s ‘best man’. Imperator swept you away almost immediately and instructed you on the proper way to behave at this ceremony ages before it actually took place--you’ve hardly seen your husband-to-be.

It’s weird being told how to act for your own wedding, but it’s worth it when you see Nihil and how stunned he looks on seeing you again.

He’s dressed to the nines in papal robes made specially for the occasion, and you’re in a brand new golden wedding outfit, with red accents.

“Sei bello, cara mia,” he whispers, squeezing your hand encouragingly.

Papa I ends up falling asleep partway through, Papa II pays attention (though he looks bored), and Papa III has his phone out.

Papa III ends up calling Copia’s number, grinning at the look on Copia’s face when his phone starts vibrating and ringing in his pocket right in the middle of Nihil’s vows. The death glare Papa Nihil gives the poor Cardinal is enough to kill someone.

You two exchange rings, and you kiss. He takes your hand and eagerly leads you off. No time for the reception! You have a boat to Italy to catch, with a bridal suite waiting!

Nihil wants to start this honeymoon off right. ;)

Papa I:

Your wedding is more of a ritual, technically speaking.

You are cleansed and properly prepared (separately of course), as is tradition.

You two are then brought together in front of the entire congregation. Dark, mystical, mysterious...there is plenty of chanting, singing, and the bowing of heads in worship.

Your souls are bound together, so that not even God can break your union.

Papa I would take you right there on the altar as the other members engage in a delicious orgy...if you were open to it. If not, the two of you can consummate later. It’s entirely up to you.

Now you truly are one.

Papa II:

His wedding would be the darkest, gothiest wedding of them all. It will take place in the church, with the rain pouring down and lightning flashing outside, with everyone in the congregation + important members of the other, international branches of the church.

Papa II takes care of most of the planning. You don’t envy him one bit; planning a normal wedding is bad enough, but a wedding for a satanist church where there are a lot of very delicate politics going on between people? That’s a minefield you don’t need.

But he allows you to pick your outfit.

Whether it’s an elegant black suit with a billowing cape, or a massive black ballgown with a bouquet of skulls, you will look stunning.

He, of course, is in new papal robes with skull facepaint. When he sees you walk through the massive doors to the aisle, he beckons you to come closer.

Papa Nihil would be the one to give you away, should you allow it. He’s absolutely thrilled to see his son get married!

The kiss that seals the marriage is intoxicating. Unfortunately, the pair of you can’t consummate right away--there are customs he has to follow, people to greet, so on and so forth.

But you can look forward to one kickass reception party with him at your side.

Papa III:

He wants a classic horror-movie themed wedding. He’s adamant on it. He wants to be Dracula. Let him be Dracula!

Sister Imperator shoots him down almost immediately. Nobody ever thought III of all people would actually get married, so a lot of people are going to be coming--and it won’t do to look weak or ‘silly’ during such an occasion. There are sure to be people there who will be looking for an opportunity to usurp him.

He’ll be sulking for weeks. That was something really important to him (and you thought it would be fun, too!). But after awhile, he accepts it.

He fights Sister Imperator tooth and nail for creative control over this wedding. He even lets you have input on what you want!

You two end up getting married on Halloween--so he has an excuse to goth it up, at least. And so do you. Black and purple!

Little do you know that there’s a nasty surprise waiting for you....

Throughout the ceremony, the ghouls are restless. Something is wrong, but nobody knows what. But at the moment when the priest says “Should anyone object to this union, speak now or forever hold your piece...” the doors come crashing open.

Looks like your parents decided to show up after all! Along with the rest of their church! And they brought weapons! Some Papa III’s hateful ex’s decided to help sabotage the wedding.

It’s a brawl like nobody’s ever seen before. The ghouls are ripping people apart, the audience is screaming, it’s pandemonium!

Papa III is quick to get you away from the carnage and upstairs to safety. You can tell by his slumped shoulders and defeated expression that he’s disappointed. “...I’m sorry, tesoro. This was not the wedding I wanted.”

Luckily, you prepared for this.

You tell him to meet you in his room in about ten minutes. He’s confused, but would show up, open the doors....

...and gape.

There you stand in the special Bride of Dracula costume you got, makeup applied, smiling demurely at him. “Ah, Count. You have returned at last.” You hold your arms out to him, adoration in your eyes. “I ache to be one with you. May we commence the ceremony?”

His face lights up. With a predatory grin, he lets the doors slam locked behind him and stalk closer. “Si, mia sposa. Your Count has something special in mind for you....”

You’ve made him the happiest man in the world.

Cardinal Copia:

Nothing as grand in scale as the Papa’s, and honestly? He prefers it that way. He wants a small, private ceremony, no huge party, nothing like that.

At the very least, the two of you can plan it together without Sister Imperator watching the two of you like a hawk.

All of his rats are watching. All of them. He has provided plenty of snacks and refreshments for them. They all have nice little outfits on. That was something the two of you did together.

Since neither of you has family able to attend, or an obligation to invite people, it can just be you, him, the priest, and the rats, if you want.

When he reads you his vows, his voice is clear and ringing, and he doesn’t stutter once--though he did bring them up so he could read them.

Your marriage kiss is sweet, and the rats all squeak their approval as the two of you walk out the doors.

The both of you are ready to consummate the hell out of this union.

#ghost #ghost bc #papa iii #copia #cardinal copia #papa ii #papa i #ghost headcanons #ghost bc headcanons #love #marriage #weddings #relationships #iii's kind of ran a little long but i had to get it out!!#headcanons

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thelioninmybed · 7 years ago

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so you did a imrael/khazri meet-cute for if khazri's family never tried to kill him, but what would their first meeting be like if khazri joined the priesthood like his uncle suggested? :) thanks love u bye

There are eight gods in Zalach’ann - but no, that’s a simple lie, told so as not to confuse the peasants. The truth is that there is one god, and she is worshipped in eight aspects.

The Lady of Spiders weaves the world and weaves us every one. She snips spent threads and she alone knows what will be left when her long labour’s done. Then there is Marath Who Rides Forth, rejoicing in war and bloodshed while her husband, Iavarin of the Hearth, preserves and mends what has been broken. There is dreaming Naphael, patron of poets, prophets and the mad, and Ilinya of scrolls and lore and secrets. Xolodano the Gilded is beloved of merchants and Valian is beloved of lovers. A whore’s god and our boy’s father danced in his temples once upon a time. The last and the least is Arteru, who walks in dark places, who is hunter and hunted, and if out lost son had kept his faith then it is Arteru he would pray to.

If he had kept it - you understand there are some gods it is not fitting for a boy to serve? Well then…

Iavarin

“They say,” Imrael said, rising from his bow, “That the priests of Iavarin are the greatest healers upon the earth, and under it. I’ve travelled a long way to-”

“You and every other supplicant,” said the priest. He was a tall man, taller than Imrael, with a nose that would have been very handsome had he not been looking down it. “We do not barter away our magicks to pedlers at the gates.”

Imrael spread his hands, refusing to let his smile flicker. “Well that’s fine, I was proposing more an open exchange of knowledge.”

Behind the priest, one of the novices, robed in ashy grey, ducked his head to hide what Imrael was pretty certain was a smirk. The priest’s lip curled. “See him gone,” he said and turned away, robes swishing behind him, the great fire at the temple’s heart throwing his shadow out behind him.

“I thought ‘Hearth’ implied, oh, I don’t know, homeliness,” he told the novice prodding him towards the temple gates. “Hospitality.”

“We lean more towards ‘preserving’,” the novice said. He at least had the grace to sound apologetic.

“I’ve seen pickled lemons less sour.”

The novice smirked again. “I’m sorry. For a wasted journey.”

Not as handsome as the priest but his face was far more appealing. “Not so wasted,” Imrael told him. “Buy me a drink, show me the secret passage into the temple archives, and we’ll call that hospitable.”

“A drink,” the novice agreed solemnly. “The tenets of my god demand no less.”

Naphael

“I thought,” said Imrael. “I thought. Eight gods, right?”

“One gods. God.”

“One god, eight whosits. I thought only the big one, spider lady. I thought only she could see. The thing. The fate of everything. So how come, how come your god. How come they get to do prophecy? It’s bullshit. Your god. Is bullshit.”

That was probably a pretty stupid thing to say to a priest within his god’s own temple, but whatever they used to fuel their visions had stolen Imrael’s common sense along with his hand-eye coordination and he hadn’t had much of either to begin with.

“It’s like a carpet,” said the oracle. He was draped across the floor and Imrael’s shins in a very good imitation of one.

“You gotta prophet harder than that. Or less hard because that actually was very prophety.”

Propping himself up on his elbows, the oracle took another pull from the water pipe and said, less oracularly, “Can’t see much of it when you’re lying on it.”

“Ah!” Imrael cried. “I see. So you think it’s just a bit of blue with yellow squiggles, but then you sit up-” Imrael said, sitting up. “And it turns out that the squiggly bits are actually a dragon’s tail and the whole carpet is dragons fighting-”

“They’re not fighting.”

“Dragons. But you didn’t know. Because you only saw a little bit”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.” Imrael stopped looking at the carpet and looked at the man draped across his lap instead. Pretty, in a dreamy, disaffected kind of way. “Hey, hey, if you can see the future, how lucky am I?”

“Tonight?” said the oracle. “Not very. I’m a priest.”

Valian

“Did you come to pray?” said the dancer. He wasn’t wearing much to speak of, beside a veil and some bodypaint that glowed luminescent in the temple’s dim interior, and so Imrael struggled to pay attention. “Because it’s not- um. If you go to the outer districts, there are…places. That will serve foreigners. It’s not done here.”

“I actually came to propose an exchange.” Imrael coughed. “Of knowledge, nothing else.” That was absolutely not true, but Valian was turning out to be a decidedly conservative sex god and Imrael knew better than to push his luck in a city full of violently xenophobic misandrists.

“Oh.” The dancer’s drooping ears lifted and his stance from self-consciously provocative to something more natural. There were other priests tending to petitioners, taller and lovelier, and actually smiling behind the veils, and Imrael didn’t think it was by chance that the one who’d been sent to talk to an encroaching foreign man was small and diffident. “If you want knowledge, the temple of Ilinya. Has it.”

“Not the kind I’m looking for. I’m a doctor-” Imrael said and then waited, as he’d learned to here, for the other man to say something disbelieving but he only tilted his head so that the glass beads on his veil clacked and chimed.

“Iavarin is for healing,” he said.

“Preservation. But creating new things, that’s all on your guy, right?”

“I suppose.”

“And it’s criminally underresearched!” Imrael spread his hands, taking in the veiled lanterns and incense, the gorgeous frescos of gorgeous men and women engaged in anatomically improbable acts, and the shameful lack of academic rigour. “All that drive, all that desire - and that’s what magic is at the root of it - but a little squeamishness keeps anyone from considering the full potential!”

The dancer’s expression hadn’t been seductive to start with, and now it was something close to a smirk. “You’d be surprised. Most every petitioner’s here for research. Inspiration. I don’t know anyone that comes here just for sex.”

“That’s very unfair, and my purity of purpose is provable; you just said you don’t let foreigners worship.”

“I’m not very good at my job,” the dancer said. And, before Imrael could work out if that meant what he thought it did, “I’ll show you to the library.”

Arteru

People had said there would be danger - he’d rather counted on it - but he’d been anticipating the sexy, not-actually-that-dangerous kind. It turned out being stalked through the woods by a mostly naked man was not even slightly thrilling.

The moonlight gleamed on the hunter’s bare skin, pale as the bone of the wolf skull mask he wore. There was a knife in his hand of black obsidian, sharp enough it might not even hurt.

“I’ve heard stories,” Imrael said, voice wavering like the wind-tossed leaves on the branches above their heads. “About your god. About your hunts.” He’d also heard conflicting tales of the priesthood of Arteru; vows of purity and bloody orgies beside their kills. He didn’t think it would be a good idea to mention them now.

“You have to kill something worthy, don’t you? And that- that should be someone who can run more than a quarter of a mile at a go, someone who’s armed, which I’m definitely not, so there’s really no point in killing me, none at all, gods, don’t come any closer, please-”

The hunter’s face was as still as his mask and his steps were silent on the leaf litter, slow and sure. He was twenty yards away, and then fifteen, shadow-dappled muscles rippling with a predator’s grace, eyes hidden by the dark hollows of the skull’s sockets.

Imrael paced him, backing up, faster and faster as the man came on, praying to any of the gods he didn’t believe him that he would not trip over a tree root.

Either no gods were listening or they took exception to an atheist. He stumbled and went down hard, grazing his elbows. He didn’t feel it, even though he knew coat and skin both had been torn open. The muscles in the hunter’s thighs tensed and Imrael clutched his bag to his chest, with the vague intention of throwing it as a last, desperate defence.

(It would occur to him much later that he was a wizard, but Imrael did tend to lose his head in a crisis.)

The hunter leapt. Imrael yipped and, shamefully, closed his eyes.

There came a rush of air, a rustle of leaves, and the shrill screech of an animal in pain. No blade though. Unless he really hadn’t felt it, but that didn’t explain the yowling.

Imrael opened his eyes again. Looked up to see something sleek and green and serpentine thrashing and flailing, long body coiling around the hunter, who had one arm about its neck, one hand on the gore-slick hilt of the knife buried in its eye socket. The drake’s flailing claws had scored darkly oozing gashes across his skin, and his mask had been knocked loose to reveal a face younger than Imrael’s own.

The boy pressed in with the knife and, with a final convulsive shiver, the creature stilled, coils falling limp like a discarded ribbon. He ignored Imrael, who clambered slowly to his feet, wincing over the damage to his elbows, and then wincing more at the pins and needles pain as he set the skin reknitting.

It probably wasn’t a good idea to draw the man’s attention, given he was wild-eyed and still holding the knife.

“Thanks!” said Imrael anyway, because he’d never met a bad idea he didn’t like, and this one’s chest was heaving provocatively. “That…looks very worthy. Good job.”

The hunter, ignoring him, pulled out a knife and began to skin the carcass.

#Anonymous #Raised By Wolves #Khazri Il'harren #Imrael Sovelin #priesthood looks good on him #I mean comparatively speaking #is this cute?

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ourhealingbibleverses · 7 years ago

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Bible Verses about Healing & Peace

This is great healing scripture from the New Testament

He said, “If you will diligently listen to the voice of the Lord your God, and do that which is right in his eyes, and give ear to his commandments and keep all his statutes, I will put none of the diseases on you that I put on the Egyptians, for I am the Lord, your healer.”

~ Exodus 15:26

The Lord will keep you free from every disease. He will not inflict on you the horrible diseases you knew in Egypt.

~ Deuteronomy 7:15

“See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god beside me; I kill and I make alive; I wound and I heal; and there is none that can deliver out of my hand.

~ Deuteronomy 32:39

Worship the LORD your God, and His blessing will be on your food and water. I will take away sickness from among you.

~ Exodus 23:25

If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.

~ 2 Chronicles 7:14

For the LORD protects the bones of the righteous; not one of them is broken!

~ Psalm 34:20

Have compassion on me, LORD, for I am weak. Heal me, LORD, for my bones are in agony.

~ Psalm 6:2

As for me, I said, “O Lord, be gracious to me; heal me, for I have sinned against you!”

~ Psalm 41:4

The LORD will sustain him upon his sickbed; In his illness, You restore him to health.

~ Psalm 41:3

He sent out His word and healed them, and delivered them from their destruction.

~ Psalm 107:20

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

~ Psalm 147:3

Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.

~ Proverbs 16:24

My son, be attentive to my words; incline your ear to my sayings. Let them not escape from your sight; keep them within your heart. For they are life to those who find them, and healing to all their flesh.

~ Proverbs 4:20-22

Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits—who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good thing, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.

~ Psalm 103:1-5

A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

~ Proverbs 17:22

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up.

~ Ecclesiastes 3:1-3

And the Lord will strike Egypt, striking and healing, and they will return to the Lord, and he will listen to their pleas for mercy and heal them.

~ Isaiah 19:22

Lord, your discipline is good, for it leads to life and health. You restore my health and allow me to live!

~ Isaiah 38:16

But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed.

~ Isaiah 53:5

‘I have seen what they do, but I will heal them anyway! I will lead them. I will comfort those who mourn, bringing words of praise to their lips. May they have abundant peace, both near and far,' says the Lord, who heals them.

~ Isaiah 57: 18-19

Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.

~ Isaiah 58:8

Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved, for you are my praise.

~ Jeremiah 17:14

For I will restore health to you, and your wounds I will heal, declares the Lord.

~ Jeremiah 30:17

Behold, I will bring to it health and healing, and I will heal them and reveal to them abundance of prosperity and security.

~ Jeremiah 33:6

These Bible Verses are great pieces of scripture about Peace.

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16.33

“So letting your sinful nature control your mind leads to death. But letting the Spirit control your mind leads to life and peace.” Romans 8:6

“And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful.” Colossians 3:15

“God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.” Psalms 46:1

“It is God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he enables me to stand on the heights. He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze. You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me; you stoop down to make me great. You broaden the path beneath me, so that my ankles do not turn.” Psalm 18:32-36

“Great peace have those who love your law, and nothing can make them stumble.” Psalm 119:165

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firstumcschenectady · 5 years ago

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“Ascension??” based on Luke 24:44-53 and Acts 1:1-11

Often, we breeze past Ascension Day, because it never falls on a Sunday, we don't have a special service for it, and it is just as easy to use the texts for the Seventh Sunday of Easter. To be perfectly honest, I was expecting to do this again this year, except for the truly fantastic Children's Time Story about the Ascension, and the opportunity to tie worship together tightly.

Furthermore, that final line in the Ascension story, "Men of Galilee, why do you stand looking up toward heaven? This Jesus, who has been taken up from you into heaven, will come in the same way as you saw him go into heaven." (Acts 1:11) pretty much preaches itself! There are few lines more perfect. “Come on people! Stop staring at what has been, and see what is!” Or, we could go with “Stop waiting for what God is going to do next, God has already done enough!” It fits something I often want to say.

However, I got thinking about the Ascension, and suddenly things got really fuzzy for me. What does it mean, for us today? Does it mean anything? (I mean, normally, we skip over it.) What has it meant to others? How does that impact what it means for us today?

To add to my confusion over the meaning of Ascension came the normal weekly task of hymn selection. There are websites with hymn suggestions to fit scriptures, a useful thing, and I discovered that the hymns for ascension were themed on Jesus' power and kingship. Frankly, I had no idea why.

Luckily, our house is basically a theology library. The 6 volume dictionary of the Bible put out by InterVarsity Press includes a volume “Dictionary of the Later new Testament and its Developments” and an entry on ascension. Before I quote their opening lines, it may be useful to know that this comes from a significantly more traditional Christian worldview than one I occupy. In fact, I barely know about this one, despite the best efforts of my seminary theology professors. (I was bored to tears by “traditional” German theology, I didn't even know why people were still writing it, as it was just a rehashing.) Clearly I barely know this stuff, I had to look it up. Anyway, they say,

“The ascension is the second stage of Jesus Christ's three-stage exaltation, in which after his bodily resurrection (the first stage) he visibly departed earth and entered the presence of God in heaven to be crowned at his right hand with glory, honor, and authority. The third stage, his enthronement, or session at God's right hand, commences his perpetual reign and intercession for his people.

… Acts gives the most detail about the ascension. It brings out its decisive role for christology, the coming of salvation blessings, the church's mission, and eschatology. The book of Hebrews teaches that the ascension was essential to the completion of Christ's high-priestly work and to his continuing intercessory work. 1 Peter and Revelation pursue the theme of ascension as victory over hostile spiritual powers. In the apostolic fathers the ascension undergirds the Christian calendar and, since it culminates in Christ's universal reign, provides a rationale for virtue.”1

And now I know why the hymn suggestions were about power and kingship, which is helpful. However, that description also served as a reminder of just how many layers of scholarship and tradition have built on each other, often in ways that are no longer useful (if ever they were.)

As a counter to that, Luke Timothy Johnson, professor of New Testament at Candler School of Theology, explains what he gets of the ascension narrative. He says,

“Luke's two ascension accounts (Luke 24:51 and Acts 1:9-11) serve to remove Jesus' body from the sight of humans as a preparation for another mode of his presence. This is a deeper level of absence than the empty tomb, for it means that even as the Living One, Jesus will no longer be present in the sort of bodily shape that his disciples knew. That earlier mode of bodily presence was still limited. If Jesus ascends to the right hand of God and receives from [God] the promise of the Holy Spirit, then then 'life' that is at work in him can be poured out over all humans, so that his presence can be mediated in all the ways in which those led by his Spirit body [go] forth.”2

Seen in this way, the ascension is almost a prelude to Pentecost. Until the experienced presence of Jesus has departed, the new experience of being bathed in the power of the Holy Spirit cannot come. This, then, is one of the transition points of the Christian narrative, and in that way I think it does make sense as an extension of the Resurrection narratives. In this case, I think Marcus Borg does the best job explaining how:

“the experiences that lie at the heart of Easter... carried with them the conviction that God had vindicated Jesus. Easter is not simply about people experiencing a person who has died. The Easter stories aren't 'ghost stories' (see Luke 24:37-43). Rather, they are stories of vindication, of God's 'yes' to Jesus. God has exalted Jesus, raised him to God's right hand, made him Lord. And lest we forget how Jesus died, the Easter stories in both John and Luke remind us that the risen Jesus still carried the wounds inflicted by the empire that killed him.

There is a continuity between the post-Easter conviction that God has vindicated Jesus and the message of the pre-Easter Jesus. 'Jesus is Lord' is the post-Easter equivalent of Jesus' proclamation of the kingdom of God. God is king, and the kings of this world are not, Jesus is lord, and the lords of this world are not. And just as Jesus's passion for the kingdom led him to oppose the imperial domination system, so his followers' passion for the lordship of Christ led them to defy the lordship of Caesar.”3

Another scholar mentioned that the ascension story is CLEARLY not meant to be taken literally, since it happens in Luke on Easter and in Acts 40 days later, and the same author wrote both volumes. That means that, much like the creation narratives, we're supposed to be looking the deeper meaning instead of getting obsessed with the literal one. (Phew.) However, the thing that no scholar I read made mention of, which didn't particularly make sense to me, was how this compares to the story of Elijah's ascension. I mean, there are plenty of books I didn't look at, but I did glance through 15 of them, and you'd think they'd mention the ONE OTHER ascension narrative in the Bible, wouldn't you? Let's hear the crux of that narrative:

Then Elijah took his mantle and rolled it up, and struck the water; the water was parted to the one side and to the other, until the two of them crossed on dry ground.

When they had crossed, Elijah said to Elisha, ‘Tell me what I may do for you, before I am taken from you.’ Elisha said, ‘Please let me inherit a double share of your spirit.’ He responded, ‘You have asked a hard thing; yet, if you see me as I am being taken from you, it will be granted you; if not, it will not.’ As they continued walking and talking, a chariot of fire and horses of fire separated the two of them, and Elijah ascended in a whirlwind into heaven. Elisha kept watching and crying out, ‘Father, father! The chariots of Israel and its horsemen!’ But when he could no longer see him, he grasped his own clothes and tore them in two pieces.

He picked up the mantle of Elijah that had fallen from him, and went back and stood on the bank of the Jordan. He took the mantle of Elijah that had fallen from him, and struck the water, saying, ‘Where is the Lord, the God of Elijah?’ When he had struck the water, the water was parted to the one side and to the other, and Elisha went over. When the company of prophets who were at Jericho saw him at a distance, they declared, ‘The spirit of Elijah rests on Elisha.’ They came to meet him and bowed to the ground before him. (NRSV, 2 Kings 2:8-15)

Now, Elisha was the disciple of Elijah, and this is a story of the Spirit and Power of Elijah being given to Elisha as Elijah ascends into heaven. It is a bit more spectacular of a story, what with the chariot and horse of fire and whirlwind, but the gist is really similar. Not only is someone who has been speaking God's truths “elevated” at the end of their life, and therefore affirmed as God's special messenger, the disciple(s) of the God-speaker, are empowered by the same action. In fact, as far as I know it, Moses (whose body is said to be buried by God so no humans could find it), Elijah, and Jesus are the only characters in the Bible whose lives are so important that in their deaths they are cared for directly by God.

So I think it is relevant! I think that these stories, which come from a time when the three tiered universe was presumed true (which is the idea that heaven is above us and if it is exists hell is below us, ideas that don't work once we get to the concept of a spherical earth), actually imply that by being taken into heaven, Elijah and Jesus were “entering the realm of the divine.”4 That's related to the radical claim that early Christians made about Jesus. You may know that LOTS of people were said to be resurrected in ancient times. Only two things about that claim for Jesus were weird: first that he was resurrected after being killed by the Roman Empire, which was an embarrassing sort of thing to claim for your religious leader in most cases, and secondly that he was the “firstborn of the resurrection.” Christian theology pretty quickly developed the idea that because God raised Jesus from the dead, that those who followed as “little Christs” along “the way” would ALSO be raised (somehow, someday). Jesus didn't just express God and return to God, Jesus opened the way for others to also express God and eventually return to God.

The ascension also, inherently, has elements of overcoming hierarchy. In a three-tiered universe AND a top down patriarchal system, the amount of power and glory a person had was expressed as how “high up” they were. (This still makes sense to us today, which should maybe concern us.) To have Jesus elevated beyond the boundaries of earth itself then, is an INCREDIBLE metaphor for Jesus blowing up the whole hierarchy, which is even better after the so called embarrassment of his crucifixion. And then, of course, it still all ends with the messengers of God telling the disciples of Jesus to bring their minds and energy back to earth and get back to work in building the kindom. I still don't know exactly what ascension means, but I'm thinking it was worth this exploration and maybe some more down the road. May we'll figure it out – eventually. Amen

1“Dictionary of the later New Testament and its developments” editors Ralph P. Martin and Peter H Davids (Downers Grove, Illinois: Intervarsity Press, 1997, page 95-96.

2Luke Timothy Johnson “Living Jesus: Learning the Heart of the Gospel” (HarperSanFransciso, 1999) 21-22.

3Marcus Borg, “Jesus: Uncovering the Life, Teachings, and Relevance of a Religious Revolutionary” (USA: HarperOne, 2006) page 289.

4Footnote in The Jewish Annotated New Testament: New Revised Standard Version Bible Translation, edited by Amy-Jill Levine and Marc Zvi Brettler (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2011), 199.

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ask-the-phan-site · 6 years ago

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The Bejeweled Princess of Vanity

>It’s time.

Let’s knock the rocks of that girl.

A beautiful heist awaits us as we take such a sparkling Treasure.

It has to be if she’s such an empress.

Then we’re off! Next stop: The Beverly Hills Teens Club!

>Mona becomes our van and we head off to steal the heart of Bianca Dupree.

>The Teen Club in Beverly Hills, California. The Teens were discussing about the calling card we sent.

Are you sure you’ll be fine, Bianca? That calling card looked really real.

Oh, please. I’m not scared of a little slip of red paper.

It’s the people who sent it that worries us most, my dear Bianca.

He’s right. After what happened in New York and that Sugimura guy in Tokyo, I think we can honestly say this is no joke.

Bianca: Oh, Troy. I’m so glad that you’re worried about me. But I’m sure we’ve got nothing to worry about. They’re just a bunch dorks in silly masks.

She’s stubborn. That’s for sure.

Larke: I wish Chester was still here. He might find a way to deal with this.

Troy: I know. I sure miss the little guy. But then he moved away.

NOTE: In reality, Chester McTech’s voice actor, Sean Roberge, died in a car accident.

Larke: Me, too... And I know you miss him most of all, Pierce.

Pierce: (a little misty eyed) I respected him a lot and he was really sweet to my little sister. And... I kinda liked him, too.

Bianca: Well, while you people are busy bowling over Chester, I’ll be going pool side.

Troy: (a little irritated) How could you be so cold?

Bianca: I’m not cold... I’m a hot mama.

>Everyone, even the normally faithful Wilshire, was starting to get upset. But the one who was more upset by Bianca’s words... Was Pierce.

Pierce: (getting up from his chair) How could you!? ... YOU BETTER APOLOGIZE TO CHESTER!

Bianca: Oh, shove it, you damn womanizer.

???????: If that’s what you think, then you should shove it.

The Teens: !

>A red wave passes over them and the Teens were now in what looked like an Egyptian palace where the marking on the walls appeared to depict their days together with their friends... But they were mostly of Bianca. Speaking of which, when Larke, Troy, Wilshire, and Pierce looked to see Bianca, they were in for a big surprise...

Oh dear. Didn’t think they would strike this soon.

Wilshire: (surprised and shocked) M- Miss Bianca!?

Shadow Bianca: That’s Princess Bianca to you, peasant!

Cognitive Wilshire: How dare you speak to her grand majesty like that!

Larke: This can’t be happening, can it?

?????: I’m afraid it is. This is how Bianca Dupree truly sees herself. A dark hearted monarch who cares only for herself and looks down on others.

Shadow Bianca: You dare speak of me that way!?

???: We speak only of the truth.

?????: You, however, just look away from it.

>Suddenly, sarcophagi open and we jump out to reveal ourselves. (Wilshire was surprised.)

Joker: Target: Bianca Dupree.

You have tormented your fellow students all to settle your own vanity.

We can no longer overlook all of the bad deeds that you have done.

You think that because you have so much money and power at your disposal, you can rule this town with an iron fist? I don’t think so.

You hide behind such a pretty face so no one can see the true ugliness of your soul.

You take people hopes and dream, you kill them, and bury them in this tomb... And I thought I had problems.

Panther: And you do it all just for that one boy.

Fox: Troy Jeffries has a kind big heart he can share with anyone, yet you desire it all for yourself that you would turn away a man who would risk his own life for you.

Mona: So for their sake to protect them from your cruelty, we will take the distortion that is the source of your darkness.

Joker: We won’t let you put others down so you can raise up. We will take your Treasure and you will finally end your wicked ways.

Shadow Bianca: Wicked ways? I’m merely just reminding them of their place. And it’s clear that you have forgotten yours.

Panther: Have we now? Do you even know what our place is? Because right now...

We’re exactly where we need to be.

Shadow Bianca: You little hussy! If you wish to treat this beautiful goddess like a villain... So be it. Now I’m a villain. Wilshire!

Cognitive Wilshire: Yes, O great goddess.

Wilshire: I can’t believe this is how she sees me. Does she have no care and affection for me, the only one who actually likes her?

Shadow Bianca: You? Don’t make me laugh, darling. Who in their right mind would actually care about you? You’re just the help.

>Wilshire was starting to look down, until...

Pierce: That’s not true. He does have people who care about him.

Larke: As much as I can’t believe it, but Pierce is right. We care about Wilshire. We in the Teen Club actually care for one another.

Troy: We’ve put up with how you usually act for so long. But now, having seeing this. Seeing how you truly are... We don’t know what to think of you anymore.

Pierce: But here’s what I think. I think you’re just a selfish cow who has never known love or friends ship... I feel sorry for you.

Shadow Bianca: Enough talk out of you. You will now suffer the consequences of going against me! I sentence you... TO DEATH!

>With that, the darkness covers the Shadow and it takes on it’s other form.

Wilshire!

Cognitive Wilshire: As you desire!

>The cognition also changes form.

>The Teens were a little shaken by the appearances of the Shadows... However, Pierce was mostly unfazed.

Oracle: Time to work. Persona!

>Necronomicon scans the two Shadows.

Oracle: Got it! Isis is weak to Psychokinesis and Horus is weak to Fire. Noir, Panther, you’re on!

Noir: We won’t fail. We can do this.

Panther: We’ll give it all we’ve got. Persona!

Noir: Persona!

Mona: I’ll fight along side you, Panther. Persona!

>I change Personas.

Joker: Persona!

Larke: Wow!

Troy: That’s... Amazing.

Wilshire: Kinda wish I had one of these... Personas. Is that right? My Japanese isn’t very good.

Pierce: Actually... Same here.

Maybe.

>Carmen uses Agilao on Horus. It was enough to knock him down.

Baton Pass!

>Milady uses Psio on Isis. It knocks her down as well.

Hold Up!

Isis: Oh! This is all your fault, Wilshire! You should have protected me better!

Horus: Forgive me great one! I wasn’t strong enough.

Wilshire: That’s not true! Don’t let her talk to you that way!

Horus: But I must! It is my duty!

Noir: You don’t even know what that is. But the real you does. Time to punish them!

>After the attack, the two Shadow were still up. Milady uses Psio again. However, Horus dodges it.

Horus: See, Princess Bianca, I can be good, too.

Isis: Good... But not impressive.

Pierce: Hmph! As if you know what impressive is.

Mona: Well said. Take care of them, Zorro!

>Zorro uses Miracle Punch on Horus. It was hard, but not enough to knock him down. Then, Kaiwan uses Psio on Isis. But she dodged it.

Isis: You will find that fighting a royal shall not be easy.

>Isis uses Makarakarn on herself. Using spells on her won’t be so easy if she can reflect it. Then, Horus uses Diarama on Isis.

Joker: Noir, better let me take care of the shield on Isis.

Noir: Are you sure? I can resist it.

Joker: You need to save your energy in case we need to go big.

Noir: Right. I trust you.

>Carmen uses Concentrate to boost her next spell. Noir simply defends herself. As does Mona. As for me, I have Kaiwan use Psio on Isis and the shield reflects it back at me. It was hard, but I took it good.

Isis: Nice plan... But you may have to do it without your little friend.

>Isis uses Zionga on Mona. It knocks him down.

Isis: Wilshire, finish him!

Horus: As you wish, your majesty.

>Horus uses Hamaon on Mona. It’s lowers his health to 1. Then, he attacks again and finishes Mona off.

Mona: Owie!

Joker: Hold on, Mona.

>Carmen uses Agidyne on Horus. It knocked him down good that it even burned him. Panther then defends herself. Milady also uses Psiodyne on Isis. It knocks her down.

Noir: This one’s for Mona!

>After the attack, Isis and Horus were still up, but Horus was now getting weaker. I use a Revivadrin to revive Mona.

Mona: Thanks, Joker. Panther, forgive me. They caught me off guard.

Panther: It’s alright, Mona. You did your best.

Pierce: See, Bianca? They’re forgiving him for his mistakes and are nice about it. But you just push poor Wilshire because it pleases you.

Isis: Just shows how you know... After all, you were a bit like that... with Chester.

>Pierce becomes quite.

Wilshire: Miss Bianca, don’t you think that’s a little harsh?

Troy: That’s right. Leave Chester out of this.

Isis: Do you really think I care?

>Isis uses Diarama on herself. Horus also uses Diarama... But he uses it on Isis, fully restoring her health.

Mona: He’s not even healing himself. He must really be devoted to her to the point where he doesn’t even care for himself.

Wilshire: I can’t believe it. How could she? Now seeing this, I feel like a fool. To think... I actually liked her, unaware that I was just the help to her. What a fool am I.

Joker: But now you know... So what will you do now?

Wilshire: What?

Joker: Now that you know the truth, what will you do now?

Wilshire: ...

Horus: I’ll tell you what he will do. He’s going to bow his head and worship his princess whether he likes it or not.

Wilshire: ... No!

Isis: What was that?

Wilshire: I had been so blinded by your beauty that I couldn’t see that you were snuffing out my own light. I should have been more careful about what my heart says. It says I should still care about you... But there are times where it will say that enough is enough... It’s saying that now.

Isis: You damn insane fool. You will pay for your transgression.

Panther: You’ll have to get past us first.

>Carmen uses Maragidyne. Isis dodged it, but it knocked down Horus.

Mona, finish him!

Baton Pass!

Let’s do it, Zorro!

>Zorro uses Garudyne on Horus. With that, Horus was gone.

Wilshire: Farewell... Old me.

Isis: He was a worthless fool anyway. No matter, you will all be joining him soon. Time to show you just how much Daddy’s money can buy. Come forth!

>Two more Shadows appear.

Noir: Thrash them, Milady!

>Milady uses Mapsiodyne. Only one of the Thoths got hit while the others dodged it. Noir then passes the baton to me and Kaiwan uses Mapsio. They still dodged it.

Mona: This looks bad. Joker, we better defend ourselves.

>We did just that. Then the knocked down Thoth comes back up and uses Freila on Noir. It knocks her down. It takes another shot at her.. Then, the other Thoth uses Freila also on Noir and she is KO’d. Then, it uses Taunt on Mona which enrages him.

Panther: Hold on, Noir, Mona. We’ll help.

Isis: I don’t think you’ll have the chance.

>Isis uses Zionga on Panther and left her shocked. She could move the next turn.

Mona: (screaming in rage)

>He had Zorro use Lucky Punch, but it missed. I just realized that I forgot to get items for things like this... Ironic since my currant Persona resists Forget. So for now, Kaiwan uses Marakunda to weaken their defenses.

Isis: Now finish that pretender to my tiara.

>One of the Thoths use Freila on Panther which was super effective on her since she was shocked. The other one does the same and now Panther was KO’d. Now Mona was even more pissed and attacked one of the Thoths. It took a good amount, but not enough to take it down.

Joker: I may not items, but I better snap Mona out of it.

>I change Personas.

Joker: Persona!

>Norn uses Amrita Drop on Mona and cures him of his Rage.

Isis: I’m afraid you’ll find that no matter what you do now, I will come out the winner. The one with the most power and money will always win.

>Isis uses Zionga on Mona which knocks him down and shocks him. She then uses it on me. I was shocked too.

Isis: Now, my apes, finish these thieves once and for all!

Larke: This is bad.

Troy: Bianca, stop! You’ll kill them!

>Troy tries to get closer to stop her.

Stop! Don’t come any closer!

>Too late. Two cages fall. Pierce and Wilshire managed to get away, but Larke and Troy both get captured.

Isis: Just wait there, Prince Troy, I’ll be with you in a second.

Pierce: Bianca, this is getting out of hand! I may not know what going on here, but at this rate, people are going to die!

Isis: What’s this? Pierce “The Narcissist” Thorndyke III is actually caring about people other than himself?

Pierce: There are times even I know when enough’s enough.

Isis: Are you sure? Or maybe... You’re trying to prove that you can do things without that tiny ass dork to supply you with his fancy toys.

Pierce: (irritated) Don’t you dare talk about him that way!

Isis: Is that so? ... He doesn’t seem to mind.

>Suddenly, a sarcophagus open... and out comes a kid.

Pierce: (surprised) Th- That’s...

...

Larke: Chester!? What are you doing here!?

Chester?: ...

Troy: Come on, man! Say something!

Isis: (cruel giggling) You’ll find that he only listens to me.

Pierce: You monster! What have you done to him!?

>Pierce tries to get closer to the thing that looks like his friend

We said stop! Whoever he is, it’s not really him! It’s just a cognition! A replica made in Bianca Dupree’s Palace!

Isis: How perceptive of you, detective. Yes, it’s just a dummy mummy I made. If it were real... I’d feel pleasure doing this.

>Isis uses Agilao which burns the cognition until there was nothing left... Pierce and Wilshire just stared in shock... Some tears even started coming from their eyes.

Isis: (maniacal laughing) The looks on your faces! Priceless.

Pierce: (tearing up and angry) You... You bitch! How could you scare us like this!?

Wilshire: (same thing) And to think... I actually liked you. But now, I see the true you.

Isis: And this coming from two idiots who hardly do anything whenever an adventure shows up. You always need me or Chester just to get even noticed by anyone.

Pierce and Wilshire: ...

Larke: (also on the verge of tears) That’s not true! Pierce, Wilshire, you two are just as important to our adventures as anyone.

Troy: I know Wilshire is just the driver, but the best one we’ve ever known. You’re kind and you always think of other before you self.

Wilshire: You... You really mean it?

Larke: And you, Pierce, I know you’re not the ladies’ man you make yourself out to be, but you have a good heart and there are time that you care more about others before yourself. Especially your little sister.

Pierce: ...

Troy: I know that if Chester saw the kind of person you’ve become, I’m sure he would be really proud.

Pierce: He... He would?

Joker: (still able to speak) Your friends believe in the both of you. Trust in that, and you conquer anything. Whatever bad things you’ve done in the past, you’ve moved beyond it.

Now you just have to believe in yourselves as well.

Pierce and Wilshire: ...

Isis: Sorry, I was getting sleepy from your annoying prattling. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get this over with, I have an appointment with my hairdresser in five.

>The two Thoths were prepared to attack me and Mona when...

Pierce and Wilshire: NO!!!

>The two young men stand between us.

Pierce: It’s true. I’m nothing without Chester to back me up.

Wilshire: And I’m nothing without Bianca telling me what to do.

Pierce: But now we’ve moved passed that. We can find our own reason to go on.

Wilshire: Without Chester having to work himself to the bone for us. And without you to bully us around.

Pierce: So Bianca, you can take your jewels and shove it.

Wilshire: And while you’re at it...

Pierce and Wilshire: LEAVE US ALL THE HELL ALONE, YOU STUPID BITCH!

>...

Voice in Pierce’s head: It’s about time. We thought you’d never take the hint.

Voice in Wilshire’s head: Yes. I can feel it, too. Now we can ride.

>The two young men hold their head in pain as their eyes turn golden... Could it be?

Voice in Pierce’s head: You accepted your flaws and now rise to the occasion...

Voice in Wilshire’s head: Even in the shadows, you chose to stand up for your beliefs and fought back against the ones who have wronged you...

Voice in Pierce’s head: She has used beauty as a mask to hide her foul stinking heart... But you can unmask it now...

Voice in Wilshire’s head: You both have held in your true feelings and now can let it go... If so, then our contracts have now been formed...

Voices in Pierce’s and Wilshire’s heads: I am thou... Thou art I...

Voice in Pierce’s head: Come, let us spread our wings and take flight against this injustice!

Voices in Wilshire’s head: You have held back for too long, now it’s time to take action and help your true friends!

>In a flash, the two men where now wearing masks. Pierce wore a mask that was green with a picture of a hornet on top. Wilshire wore a simple black mask but is definitely more than meets the eye. Then, they both grabbed their masks and painfully removed them from their faces. When they did, both were in masses of flaming blue energy. When it was over, the first thing we noticed was this...

>Behind Pierce was what looked like a man with six arms, some of them had guns and knives, wearing a green trench coat, a green fedora, wings that look like they belong to a hornet, and wearing a mask similar to what Pierce had on. As for Pierce, he was dressed in a similar manner but with some black designs on the coat, green pants, black shoes and black gloves.

>With Wilshire, behind him is a tiny man dressed in a black chauffeur uniform holding a staff and also had hornet wings, making him look like a fairy. Wilshire was dressed the same way as well.

It’s just as I thought.

Isis: Big deal, so you both have superpowers now. It’s going to take more than that to stop me.

>The two Thoths prepare use Megido on the two new Persona Users. However, Pierce’s Persona uses Mapsiodyne to knock the two Shadows down. Then, Wilshire’s Persona uses Mabaisudi to cure me and Mona of being shocked.

Pierce: You were saying, Dupree?

Wilshire: Are you two alright?

Mona: We are now, thanks to you guys.

Isis: No! You shall not go against your princess!

Pierce: You may be rich like a princess, but you sure don’t act like it.

Wilshire: So it’s time for an upraising. Us and the Phantom Thieves.

Isis: (angry) How dare you! Guards, seize them!

>The two Thoths get back up.

Pierce: Let’s do this together, Wilshire.

Wilshire: I’m with you all the way, Pierce. Let’s drive on through, Kato!

Pierce: Spread your wings and fly, Reid!

>While Queen and Skull take Noir and Panther to safety, Mona, Pierce, Wilshire, and myself fight Isis and her Shadows. First, Zorro uses Mediarahan to heal us all to full health. I change Personas.

Joker: Persona!

>Forneus uses Mapsiodyne. It hits the two Thoths, but Isis dodges it. Reid uses Psiodyne on Isis and it knocks her down.

Pierce: Now, let’s move!

Joker: My thought exactly.

>After the attack, Isis was still up, but the two Thoths were gone.

Wilshire: Now let’s see what I can do.

>Kato uses Hysterical Slap. It was enough to enrage Isis.

Isis: Grr! You will DIE!

>Isis uses Agilao on me. Luckily, I dodged it. Zorro uses Miracle Punch, but it wasn’t enough to get her down. Forneus uses Psiodyne. It knocks her down.

Isis: You- You can’t! I am the the princess! I ALWAYS WIN!

Wilshire: Not the this time, Bianca... Just like the other times.

Joker: Let’s finish this!

>After the attack, the Shadow resumes her human form and a light comes out of her.

Mona: The Treasure is ours, gentlemen.

>I take the Treasure. It looked like a tiara.

Larke: (after being freed from the cages with Troy) A tiara? I guess that’s no surprise.

Skull: Man, this girl really was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Pierce: (in his mask again) Not really. Take a closer look.

Fox: He’s right. Upon further inspection...

>We looked closely at the tiara...

Plastic!?

Wilshire: (also masked) That’s Bianca first tiara.

Larke: Contrary to how you Japanese view rich Californian teens, we’re not given fancy things like real jewelry when we’re young. We have to wait a few years.

Joker: Really? Guess Bubbly Hills isn’t as realistic as they claim to be.

Mona: But at least you gained some Charm out of it.

Shadow Bianca: I only wanted the attention my mother and father have. They gave me that tiara so I can become the ruler of my own little kingdom. And I sought to expand it all over Beverly Hills... Maybe even the rest of the world.

Joker: You can do that, but do it in a way that makes others happy and not just yourself. Any real royal know that.

Queen: Rule over others as they would rule over you.

Shadow Bianca: I guess... I guess you’re right. I should be a little more nicer to others and trying to make them happy instead of trying to control them. Especially Troy who clearly already has another in his heart.

Troy: That’s good to hear. Just try not to forget it.

Shadow Bianca: I will. And... I’m sorry about Chester. For a kid, he was a good man.

Pierce: Indeed he was.

>With that, the Shadow returns to her true self. Then, we make our leave as well.

>The next day at the Teen Club, we were watching the news.

News Reporter: Earlier this morning, Bianca Dupree, daughter of millionaire, Benjamin Dupree, had just confessed to multiple accounts of blackmail, harassment, and abuse. Many believe that she had a change of heart when her property was searched only to find a calling card. When asked his opinion on the matter, Mr. Dupree said, “No comment.” Bianca Dupree is currently under psychiatric evaluation and will be excused from school for the time being. More news as it developed.

Another heist down!

And we even got two more members out of it.

Wilshire: Really? Me and Pierce are Phantom Thieves now?

Well you guys can wield Personas. And you guys can keep a secret, can you?

Pierce: Oh, we will. Besides, I don’t think anyone’s going to believe that we met a talking cat.

Troy: That’s true.

Well, if you guys are Phantom Thieves now, first thing we’ve gotta come up with are code names. I’m thinkin’ Bug for Thorndyke and Fist for Brentwood.

That’s a little too crude.

Pierce: I agree. Luckily, C.A.D., my computer, helped me find a good code name. I’ll go by Cash.

Troy: Who are you? Buck?

Pierce: ... Good point.

Ren, how about you find some good code names for our newest members.

To be honest... I think Wing for Pierce and Driver for Wilshire sound good.

We’re going for something literal. That’s quite bold.

Wilshire: I actually like the sound of that. Driver. Since I can drive on through any difficulties.

Ren: That’s true.

Pierce: And I think Wing is good, too. Guess I’m destined to fly the skies.

Troy: If you can be more careful with how you go after girls.

Larke: And what about me and Troy? I know we don’t have these Personas you talk about, but we want to be of some help.

Wilshire: Can they?

Pierce: Larke and Troy are our closest friends. What do you say?

Ren: ... I say...

You found your first Confidants.

>It’s true. I can sense that Pierce and Wilshire can sense it.

I am thou, thou art I… Thou hast acquired a new vow.

It shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

With the birth of the Lovers Persona, I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power…

Larke: I get the feeling that’s true.

Troy: Yeah, same here.

Larke: So, what are you going going to do with that plastic tiara.

Pierce: Let’s just say... I now know what to get Jillian for her birthday soon.

Larke: Really? I’m sure she might like it. Just hope it doesn’t make her distorted like Bianca was.

Ren: I’m sure. That’s what her big brother is for.

Pierce: (smiling) You bet.

>We spend the whole day chatting, getting to know our newest members before we had to return. I say this was another successful heist.

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Amightywind prophecy #114

Prophecy 114

The New Zealand Baby is Resurrected from the Dead!

Written/Spoken under the anointing of the RUACH ha KODESH

through Apostle Elisabeth Sherrie Elijah (Elisheva Eliyahu)

Received September 18, 2009

Released September 27, 2009

This is from Prophecy 105, YAHUVEH said to put this up on all Prophecies from now on: I warned you a long time ago Elisabeth (Elisheva) not to name this Ministry after a man or a woman even before there was a Ministry. I put it in your spirit for none of this has been done by your hand, none of this has come forth from your mouth. It is from the Mouth of YAHUVEH that has given birth. It is from the Mouth of YAHUSHUA your MASHIACH that has given birth. It is from the Mouth of the RUACH ha KODESH your IMMAYAH that has given birth. If it had only been by your hand it would have failed long ago. It is by the SHKHINYAH GLORY’S Wind that blows across this earth, the Holy Wind of Revival, it is not by your breath or it would have failed. (Isaiah 42:8)

In July 2010 YAHUVEH GOD also said to add the following from 2nd Chronicles before every Prophecy:

2 Chronicles 36:16, “But they mocked the Messengers of GOD, despised HIS Words, and scoffed at HIS Prophets, until the wrath of the LORD arose against HIS people, till there was no remedy.”

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Here is a brief explanation regarding the people mentioned in this Prophetic Word.

It was in 2007 I believe, a woman named Leah contacted me from New Zealand. She said how she got a witness to all the Prophecies she had read including the True Sabbath day of Saturday. Her husband named Osana was a Pastor in the AOG, Assembly of God church which worshipped on Sunday. Leah confronted her husband Osana with the truths she learned from this Ministry. Osana rejected these truths and tried to shut Leah up. Leah left her husband and went to a womans shelter and Osana found them at the shelter and went there and threatened to kill Leah. Leah would not compromise what she knew was the truth. After awhile Osana saw how his wife was standing up for the truth and he made a decision to also follow the truths Leah learned.

YAHUVEH gave Osana many positive Words for him to help build Osana up after this experience because Leah just wanted to tear him down. YAHUVEH even changed Osana’s name to David and said he has a calling unto a David of old and was to be a Goliath Slayer. Things seemed to be going great with the family, or so we thought, but things weren’t going so great. YAHUVEH Prophesied through me at this time that there would be a branch of this Ministry in New Zealand and there would be a Physical building for the people to come worship at. We all thought the leaders would be David and Leah. In fact they rented a small building and started holding Sabbath services with the entire family and a few others would join them also. Things were looking good we thought.

There were 2 people living with David and Leah’s family at this time, a young woman and a man. There was also Leah’s sister Moera and their children were living with them also and Leah’s mother and father lived there too. We would talk to them on the phone and they would all gather around the speakerphone and listen to us talk and they all were very excited to hear from us when we called. They had there problems like all families do and they would tell us and we would pray for them and when we received a Word for them from YAHUVEH or YAHUSHUA we would tell them. This is where things started going downhill. Leah was rebuked several times but she would not receive most of the rebukes which came from YAHUVEH and YAHUSHUA. I, made the mistake when I first started talking to Leah and I told her that she was standing in my place in New Zealand because I couldn’t be there. Well, come to find out, this really went to her head and the spirit of pride entered into her.

One night out of nowhere we got a phone call from David and he said Leah kicked him out of the house and that Leah was now with this man that was living with them. Leah and this man thought they were Soulmates and they believed they were the Two Witnesses. We were in shock to say the least. We set David up in a hotel at the Ministries expense as he had no money or any place to sleep. We then called Leah and this man on the phone and we asked them if what David said was true and to our disbelief they both said, “Yes”. We could not believe what we were hearing. This man and Leah even commited adultery in the home. As soon as they told us they believed they were Soulmates and the Two Witnesses I started speaking in tongues and a very, very strong rebuke came forth from YAHUVEH for Leah and this man. After the rebuke I asked them if they got a witness this rebuke was from YAHUVEH and the man said, he did and repented immediately, but Leah said she didn’t know, that she was confused. This man humbled himself and asked for forgiveness by YAHUVEH and he has been forgiven. He also has gone through deliverance. This is the difference between Leah and the man, he humbled himself and she refused too.

Leah would not receive this rebuke from YAHUVEH and she now started saying that it was not from YAHUVEH. The spirit of pride and Jezzebel had taken Leah over. She now started speaking of this Ministry as if it were evil. She spoke to her entire family and tried to get everyone to turn their backs on this Ministry and claim I was a false Prophet. At this time I thought the branch of this Ministry that was suppose to be in New Zealand was dead. I didn’t think there was anyway it was ever going to happen.

But Leah’s sister Moera did not listen to her, PRAISE YAHUSHUA!!! Moera knows the voice of YAHUVEH and she knows the good fruit of this MInistry. She saw how this Ministry was nothing but a blessing to the family. Moera did not fall for this trap and she said she and her children were moving out to get their own home. They moved out. So Moera was living with the children alone now. This confirmed my belief the New Zealand branch was not going to happen, or so I thought.

Eventually after much prayer, Moera had passed the tests YAHUVEH gave [her] and now this leads up to this Prophetic Word.

The Holy Prophecies come forth from the RUACH ha KODESH using the gift of holy tongues through me. I pray you will take the time to listen to this Gift of Holy Tongues for it proves it is not merely a written word but a supernatural miracle of YAHUVEH, YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH, and the Precious RUACH ha KODESH. The Book of Acts describe this gift of speaking in holy tongues as speaking in tongues of men and Holy Angels this gift of the RUACH ha KODESH also called the Holy Spirit, came upon the apostles in the upper room on what is commonly called the Day of Pentecost. You will hear me break down emotionally and struggle to go on with this Prophetic message when YAHUVEH warns me of being rejected again. Being a prophet is not a popularity contest if it were YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH and all true prophets would lost that contest.

The sad thing is these enemies that are mentioned I once called Daughter and Son, and loved them so much, I refused to give them up until YAHUVEH told us that Leah became reprobate. She was caught in sin, confessed it but thinks everyone should just forget it and she wanted to still be the Pastor of this Ministry in Upperhut, New Zealand. She was jealous over the calling on her husbands life and set out to steal his calling and succeeded, just as surely as Jezebel deceived and led Ahab astray. Leah became a false prophet and she had people fearing her. She even had them bowing down to her as she was filled with satan’s power, YAHUVEH kept speaking forth prophetic messages for her to repent and turn away from the evil and redeem the evil she had done. However rebellion filled her heart as she was told this Ministry cannot have a leader carry the name of this Ministry and not be Holy.

I had to give her many prophetic messages where YAHUVEH said she could not handle being a leader, she was full of pride and rebellion. She kept insisting she would be the leader for she said she was chosen first. Finally she got the message and when she did she forbid Osana to be a leader either. This is so sad because Osana was once an ordained Pastor of a large Assembly of God Church. When YAHUVEH spoke forth prophetic messages to him, YAH changed his name to David, and said he was a gentle giant, for he is a very tall and muscular man, and once he was abusive but became gentle and openly wept easily. We loved him as a Spiritual Son and he once loved us also. When YAH took the abusive spirit out of him, satan saw his chance to humilate this once mighty man of YAH, and Leah his wife abused him and humiliated him, as she insisted on ruling the household. and causing everyone to fear her.

We knew she could not represent this Ministry. We never sent one person the address of where the fellowship was meeting, because YAH was testing all of them. When I heard that she was having the women who come in the services cover their heads and face the wall and pray, I told her there is one wailing wall in Jerusalem and this is not scriptural. When she stood up and confessed her adultry behind the pulpit with him, claiming YAHUVEH had given her a sign they were the Two Witnesses and she was to divorce her husband and marry this man and said YAHUVEH approved, that was the last straw, and I was used to rebuke her for the last time in a prophetic message. She became so enraged she hit Moera who tried to read her the Prophetic Message from YAHUVEH, shoving her and tackling her to the ground, ripping the Prophetic message in pieces where Moera had anointed it.

This Ministry team along with Moera and their children suffered much during this 1 year and 1 month. Yet YAHUVEH gets the Glory for HE brought back to life the physical branch of this Ministry that we thought had no hope and was dead. There will be a book containing all we went through at that time if YAHUVEH so declares it. The things she did in that Church caused us shame, and yet they never carried the name of this Ministry for we waited for YAHUVEH to tell us when they would be ready to take over the leadership in New Zealand. We needed someone there for all the times we cannot be there.

This Ministry is a Holy Ministry and satan is not going to bring us shame by having any connection to her ministry. The evil spirits that manifested from her turned into witchcraft as she went to Moera’s house and called sickness upon the household. Leah is wicked and yet the sad thing is, she wasn’t always this way. Moera lives in New Zealand in the same city and her children Grace, James, John and a Brother in YAHUSHUA who is part of this Ministry named Gene, are a great blessings to this Ministry. We are now looking for a building and we will be posting their testimonies as well as the Shabbat Temple address. Only YAH knows what we have all suffered to reach the Samoan people with the truths in this Ministry and feedling them spriitual meat which are the Holy Prophecies. If anyone reading this is from New Zealand and have property to donate to the New Church please email us and let us know. Thank you.

As I said, this is a brief explanation of what happened. I could probably write an entire book of everything that took place, but I pray you are able to understand this Word now after this explanation.

I was on the phone with my beloved sister Kathrynyah praying about the New Zealand situation and this Prophetic Word came forth.

* * * * * * *Prophecy 114The New Zealand Baby Is Resurrected From The Dead!

[Elisabeth [Elisheva]: Oh dear? Oh my? I’m in intense labor.]

Oh, how I have grieved, how I have cried, how I have wept for the pain that you have had to endure as you laboured. I have shown you Elisabeth [Elisheva]. I have shown you, all of you who have wept with her, the baby (the Amightywind New Zealand Church) did not die! Although they looked at this baby soon to be birthed and said, “it shall surely die”. “It” is those you once loved and nurtured as a child. You loved them as your own. You called them son; you called them daughter. You called them holy. You believed they were the best, until I revealed to you, they had masks on (Prov 26:26).

Oh, the one, the man that was once “Osana”. I changed his name to a David. I gave him prophecy after prophecy to build him up where he was tore down, but he betrayed you as he betrayed ME. For as he swallowed the lies of Jezebel, he traded the calling on his life for he fears his wife more than he fears I, YAHUVEH. Where once he was your enemy, I [later] gave you a love for him as if he were your own son. But remember this little ones, whoever betrays you betrays I, YAHUVEH (Matt 25:40, 35).

You took the truth to Leah. You embraced her and loved her as a daughter. You mentored her, but her heart became full of jealousy and envy as you tried to encourage her; she believed she could take your place. She became as a dictator and ruled her own home with an iron fist. She defied all that I spoke through you as warning after warning came. But when rebellion entered in[to] her, when jealousy and envy and strife (entered into her) she opened herself to a legion of demons and she became entrenched in every kind of sin including adultery. You warned! You pleaded! You cried. Chance after chance was given and now she takes what was spoken in truth and speaks as though it were lies (Isaiah 5:20).

There was a humble sister. She watched all this. She knows what it was like to be under Leah Tavita’s fist. She felt not worthy, but they knew, that they knew, that they knew the truth was in this Ministry. The truth is this Ministry: for I, YAHUVEH, and MY Beloved Begotten SON YAHUSHUA your MASHIACH, and the Precious RUACH ha KODESH, speak forth out of every word and they recognize the voice as ALMIGHTY GOD.

So where Leah used this Ministry to speak forth the truth to her family, when she became angry at you, for her sin was exposed and now everyone would know, she tried to say,”No longer believe this Ministry. No longer believe the prophecies. No longer listen to Elisabeth [Elisheva]. Instead, listen to me.”

She became so puffed up in pride, like a strutting peacock. Screaming louder and louder so all eyes would focus on her, slandering you from afar, digging her own grave with each slanderous lie. She forgets who this Ministry is named after. She forgets who speaks the truth and it is not a mere woman for it is I, YAHUVEH. I protect what is MINE. Satan thought if he [would] take this woman down, there would be no church, in New Zealand to be found, who would speak forth this Ministry’s truths that I have spoken forth.

Oh they called a death to the child; it died in the mother’s womb. Elisabeth [Elisheva] how many dreams [have] you had that you miscarried, that the baby died? You wept and you said, ?The New Zealand baby is dead for my daughter Leah has died this day. She was the one with her husband that was supposed to take these words to New Zealand?. But you forget, I have the resurrection power (John 5:21; 11:25). I speak life over that which was dead and I raise it up again to be better than ever before. And I call forth the true leaders that I knew all along that would pass the test.

Moera, I looked upon your humble heart questioning “who, I?” And I call you forth, and I surprise you this day. As you work so hard and gave so much, and you sacrifice and you endured so much pain as the hatred and the slander turned upon you and your name is cast out as dung. I call you forth and I tell you: you are a pearl of pearls. And I call you forth, because you have been willing to suffer for ME. You have fought your own sister, biologically I speak, for now she’s no longer a sister (Matt 12:48-50; Luke 8:21) she is the enemy of enemies (Matt 10:36). She is the enemy of all enemies.

But I tell you this: Moera can be trusted. You are accused of dividing the family but when will they get this straight!? It is MY SON YAHUSHUA ha MAHSIACH that brings the dividing sword (Matt 10:34; Luke 12:51) and this first prophecy, that is posted now before the world, is the first truth [that] I brought this. And is the first truth that is now posted [that] shows that the baby has lived and has not died. I take this opportunity to say that the next thing in line is going to be the physical building where the fellowship shall be.

The head of this leadership, I now from Heaven decree, is you MY beloved Moera, a more humble woman can not be found and yet so anointed.

Now Elisabeth[Elisheva], I speak a Word that shocked you. That’s what stirred up the anointing as you read to Kathrynyah what was to be posted and I tell you this surprise. I once again remind you: you are sent to the Pentecostal churches for it was in a Pentecostal church that you were filled with the HOLY SPIRIT. It was in a Pentecostal church where you first surrendered your life to YAHUSHUA your MASHIACH, MY Only Begotten SON.

So now I send you forth and I tell you this: you are to offer your arms of embrace to the Pentecostal church, to the pastor. The one that defended your name as this pastor asked, “Tell me the truth about this Almightywind Ministry for we have heard what Leah has said. Is she, [Elisabeth (Elisheva),] truly a false prophet? She is accused of dividing the family, but I am convicted to come and ask the truth from you”.

And Elisabeth [Elisheva] I tell you this: although you fear rejection and pain, you are to offer your arms extended to this pastor who [said], “Thank you for telling me the truth” as Leah Tavita’s sins were exposed.

Now he knows and tells others. It is MY desire, so this pastor can not say that you did not try to contact him in anyway, you contact him. For it is MY desire this Pentecostal church receives the truths of this Ministry that I have imparted to thee. It will be his choice and you can not control it, whether he embraces you back [in return] or whether he spits in your face. But I will judge him. It will either be a blessing or it will be a curse, for he has heard the truth.

Now he is held accountable for this. Will he clear your Name? Will he defend this Ministry? Will he work side by side and become part of thee? Will he allow MY Moera to stand behind the pulpit and speak the truth I have given this Ministry? Will he forsake manmade doctrine? Will he embrace the Sabbath day? Will he be willing to lay down the title when the organized church threatens him?

Will he say, I am determined to follow ABBA YAHUVEH? It shall be as HE has decreed even if you strip the organized name of the name Pentecostal church from me. I am determined, I follow no man; I am determined, I follow YAHUVEH. I am determined to preach the truth and YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH speaks the truth from this Ministry. Elisabeth Sherrie Elijah [Elisheva Eliyahu] is not a false prophet. But Leah, full of the enemy of satan you are, and a legion of demons speak forth out of your mouth (John 8:44) as you slander the one you once said you loved. All, because your sin was exposed for all to see.??

So this Samoan pastor, MY Moera, you will take this word to him; you will take Elisabeth’s [Elisheva’s] love to him. What he does with it, I already know.

You see MY beloved treasures, although you cry and you weep and you say, “Oh, YAHUSHUA, please come,” as the Feast of the Trumpets comes. But it’s not yet time, I just used you to give birth. You’ve not yet reached New Zealand (Isaiah 42:10) and there [are] so many other languages to come (the Prophecies translated into many more languages) (Matt 24:14; Rom 11:25; Acts 1:7). MY timing is perfect, and I’ll not miss one soul. All those that are called to hear the truths of this Ministry will not have any excuse when they stand before I, YAHUVEH.

There’s still enemies that are still lined up in a row. And satan fills their hearts [to] “destroy that Ministry” but think upon this, only those that want the destruction of this Ministry, only those that want the death of MY Ringmaiden Elisabeth [Elisheva], they cannot possibly be filled with MY HOLY SPIRIT. They cannot possibly belong to ME (2 Tim 2:19) and be washed in MY shed blood at Calvary. They were MY enemies before they came to this earth. They betrayed ME before and they betray ME now. Not all who call themselves Christians have Christ in them; these are the synagogue of satan (2 Cor 11: 12-14). Those who call themselves Jew and are not, they are the synagogue of satan (Rev 2:9; 3:9).

So you weep and you cry because your name is slandered and when (one) liar after another stands in a line, but I remind you MY daughter Elisabeth [Elisheva] who you belong to and you are MINE. I remind you oh enemies: vengeance is MINE, I will repay (Rom 12:19; Deut 32:35)! You’re only digging yourself down to the level of hell [to] which you will descend. With each breath you take, you’re coming closer to your grave for I listen to every word you say, especially those who tasted the goodness of this Ministry (Heb 6:4-6) and because a Word was given forth that convicted you of your sins (you did the same as Leah) and you betrayed her [Elisabeth (Elisheva)] once again.

Again and again I say, not one tear drop falls that is shed by MY holy ones that I do not catch and put in MY vial (Psalms 56:8)! And I shall show you one day your tear drops! I will show you how much I love you! I labelled every single vial. And every enemy that caused those tear drops to fall, they will be held responsible. For everyone who speaks against MY holy one, who speak against these holy truths that I have released through this Ministry and other ones, they will be held responsible and I will show them those vials. And Leah, the shelf is full of all the vials of tears that you caused!

Woe be unto MY enemies! Woe be unto the enemies of this Ministry! Woe be unto those who call themselves Christians! You’re no Christian! You cannot fool ME! You have a name. You label yourselves Christians but that name has been defiled again and again. Those for abortions! Those for homosexuality! They stand behind the pulpit, they even dare to read MY Word and they call themselves Christians. I guarantee you this: no prayer of theirs is heard (Isaiah 1:15; Zechariah 7:12-13).

I know who MY holy are. They’re the ones the enemies attack. But woe be unto the enemies for I warned you before, and I warn you again, when you attack this Ministry you attack the Aleph and the Tav (Zech 2:8). You attack I, YAHUVEH. You attack MY Only Begotten Son YAHUSHUA your MASHIACH, but HE is not your MASHIACH you only claim HIM as such.

Elisabeth [Elisheva], remember this: they can say the name of Jesus Christ but you know who has MY Spirit within. HE is your MASHIACH; they only claim HIM as theirs. This is the scripture that says they call themselves Jew, but are of the synagogue of satan (Rev 2:9; 3:9).

So enemies, you have lost! I have decreed this day: the birth of the Ministry which shall carry this name, of this Ministry. And I have decreed who will stand in [your] place and speak forth the words: it is my Moera, and I give the Samoan pastor a chance to become part of all of this, for he says he has a heart after ME. He says he only seeks the truth. I give him the answer to his prayer and I already know what he is going to do, but Elisabeth [Elisheva] I’m not yet going to tell you. You must obey and you must introduce yourself as leadership to leadership.

So rejoice this day! Elisabeth [Elisheva] you started feeling the pain on August 27th over a year ago. The labour pains were so intense. Physically, I let you feel the pain. You are as a woman giving birth and you cried out to ME for 6 days and on the 7th day I had you call Leah. And I spoke out of your mouth that the first physical church that will be in a building will be given birth in New Zealand. And what I have spoken this day, you shall now see come to pass as the first Samoan (Psalms 2:8; 22:27; Isaiah 42:10) prophecy has been birthed and posted before the world at last. And blessings unto this new leadership, blessings unto you Moera—for your sacrifices and your obedience, for your faithful love. For your own Mother and Father forsook you, but I, your ABBA YAHUVEH, did not (Psalm 27:10) and I bless you this day in a way you never dreamed of.

As you hear this Word, as [the site manager] transcribes and posts it before the world, I give you a blessing that no money can buy. For you have been tried and you have been tested in the fiery furnace and you and your precious children, Grace, James and John, have come out of it as the purest of gold, for you refuse to believe the lies of the enemy. You refuse to forsake this Ministry though it divided your family. But I had to divide you. I had to call you out for you to receive the blessings.

Everything had to take place just as it’s been. I had to separate the wheat from the tares, the proud from the humble, those who truly seek MY truth and those who would rather believe the lies. So I used MY Beloved YAHUSHUA, MY Only Begotten SON, to use the dividing sword so all could see and no one could deny that what I Prophesy has come to pass (Is 52:6).

Even these very Words that I, YAHUVEH, have spoken shall be the next Word that is translated into Samoan. For what good would this do only going to the English speaking people? Every language of every translator shall decree this in all the languages for I, YAHUVEH, speak forth this blessing and what I decree no one can take it from ME. It is done.

So Leah you wanted to be famous! So I have given you what you asked for in a different way! Now your name shall go down in history and you shall hang your head before ME as your name is spoken of as a curse (Is 65:15)! And you Osana! You took MY name David that I gave you–for you were to be as a David of Old and you were to be a Goliath slayer. You could have slain the demons inside of her [Leah]. You could have cast them out, but instead what did you do? You ran in fear! You want to be an Osana? Wear the name for I will not call you David ever again!

Beware enemies of MINE! I could do the same thing for you. I could make your name go down in history in a way you will not want. Just as in the Bible, the heros names are mentioned (Heb 11; Num 32:12 etc) and so are MY enemies (Jude 11; 2 Tim 2:17-19; Rom 9:13-17 etc). It’s your choice. What will it be?

For all those who have listened and who have read, and who will read this holy Prophecy, it’s your choice. Are you a friend of this Ministry? Or are you an enemy of this Ministry? Whatever you decide, remember this: you decide which side you are on and whether I, YAHUVEH, will bless or curse you this day. It is your choice.

For the holy, pray blessings this day on the newborn babe that I have just given birth to in New Zealand and on the new leadership that I have just pronounced before the world.

For all those who want to sow seed into this Ministry, I shall exceedingly and abundantly bless thee. I, YAHUVEH, have spoken this day and I bless this baby this day. And now an anointing, a wildfire RUACH ha KODESH anointing, sweeps forth [over] this land as these Words are posted even though most have not read and [nevertheless] I use it as a standard against the evil and sin that permeates this land.

Of all the world, I chose New Zealand to be as unto MY New Zion. For this is where I chose for the first physical branch of the Ministry to come forth. In the spiritual realm the enemies will gnash their teeth in rage. Oh, but the Holy ones that shall come forth! I tell you this Elisabeth [Elisheva]: you will be amazed and you will know, every tear that you shed, every pain of betrayal you felt was all worth it. I promise you this. I promise you this and I, YAHUVEH, can not lie, I promise you this.

Examine the fruit of the ones that attack this Ministry. This Ministry brings souls to YAHUSHUA your MASHIACH, MY Only Begotten SON. Examine the fruit! Examine the fruit! Who, who, who but satan would attack a Ministry that only preaches holiness, never leads anyone to sin, lifts up the name of YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH to the entire world not in just one language, but in as many as they can. And more translators shall come forth. This is not the end! This is the beginning!

So rejoice MY beloved treasures, I give this gift to thee! I blow the trumpet from Heaven and I decree blessings upon the New Zealand baby, blessings on the Holy in New Zealand and blessings on everyone that will bless this Ministry and the new leadership that I have called forth. Blessings on all those who defend this Ministry from the onslaught of slanderous lies! I speak blessings, blessings, blessings–triple fold for everyone that has been a partner in this Ministry, that have encouraged, that have supported, that lift their names in prayer. I speak blessings thrice to you, three times more than what you had before.

These are the Words I, YAHUVEH, have to say. This is the gift that I give you as you approach the Feast of Trumpets. I blow the trumpet first and I proclaim it to the world: the baby, the baby has lived and not died and I have brought to birth what I have prophesied. Once again proving, Elisabeth [Elisheva], you are not a false prophet. And woe be to anyone who does call you this, for a multiplication of tortures they shall have as hell and the Lake of Fire shall be their home. And I, YAHUVEH, promise you this!

So it is spoken, so it is written on September 18, 2009 A Child, Warrior, Bride of YAHUSHUA ha MASHIACH, Apostle Elisabeth S. Elijah [Elisheva Eliyahu] ,

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