#correspondences with: Rev

[starryeyed-seer]

I totally get why like all visions of rev victory involve killing the bazaar. It's pretty in charge of The System in Fallen cities. As much as the Masters suck, they ultimately roll up to the bazaar. It's quite singledminded in its goals, which don't align with LoN, and protective of its agenda

HOWEVER

The Bazaar's singular focus makes it an incredible potential ally. The bazaar does not give a fuck about the chain and the laws of the High Wilderness. If you can convince it "He's just not that into you :/", the Bazaar would probably just go kill sol. It's perfectly equipped to do so, and I think it's fully petty enough to do so. Frankly if you told the bazaar "you can date sol it's fine we just need to kill every other judgement", I think it'd do so. It has One (1) passion and if you could redidect it, it'd be an incredibly powerful friend

[lampadions-pickle]

@falling-drops-of-ichor

The squiggly lines are dancing to a waltz, how lovely

[starry-stay-s]

Red Lips and Promises

★ Sylus x fem! non!mc reader

★ fluff

★ inspired by Gabriela by KATSEYE

★ Authors note; my first work... kinda scared but I mean, I like it so. feel free to leave any commentary on my writing!

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You stood in front of the elegant full length mirror located in your shared bedroom. You made sure not a hair was out of place, that your dress fit just the way you wanted, and that your makeup was perfect. As you’re giving yourself a final glance over, his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, his scent enveloping you while his head comes to rest in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet smell of your perfume. You glance him over, observing the way his tailored suit fits him perfectly, making him all the more handsome. This time, he wore his new suit, grey with thin, white pinstripes and a red tie that matched your lipstick perfectly. 

“You look stunning as usual, my love. Ready to go?” he gently murmurs against your skin, his lips and warm breath ghosting over your neck as he leaves delicate kisses. You lean back into his chest and make eye contact with him in the mirror, your glossed lips curling into a smile.

“Yeah, just need my heels and I'll be ready.” You reply softly before gently untangling yourself from his warm embrace, going the pick out your heels and then settling onto your shared bed, heels in hand. You begin to bend down to put them on before a shadow envelopes you. You look up to see Sylus bedding and kneeling down before you, grabbing a heel and gently holding your ankle. He places the heel on your foot delicately before repeating the process with the other heel. He look up at you, his crimson eyes full of love and devotion as they stare into yours. 

“Enjoying the view, kitten?” He says teasingly, his lips curling into a small smirk. He stands up and holds out his hand for you, which you take and stand up.

“What view?” You remark sarcastically, a playful glint in your eyes. He simply let's out a low chuckle before walking with you to his garage filled with luxurious cars. He takes a second to choose which one before grabbing the corresponding key and guiding you with a firm yet gentle hand on your lower back. He opens the door for you before getting into the driver's seat himself.

 He revs up the engine, a low purr that echoes smoothly in the vast garage. He glances over at you before driving out and onto the road. The car ride is filled with a comfortable silence as you loom out the windows and enjoy the city lights of the N109 zone. With the low hum of the radio, Sylus keeps his eyes on the road, occasionally stealing glances over at you, admiring your beauty and the way your eyes shine.

After about fifteen minutes, you arrive at the ball, Sylus stepping out and handing the valet his keys before stepping over to your side and opening the door, a hand offered out for you. You gently take hold of his hand and get out, smiling at him and leaning up, placing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, baby.” You whisper sweetly in his ear before wrapping your arms around his, following him inside, a small smirk forming on his soft lips. You smile up at him, admiring the sharp line of his jaw and nose, resisting the strong urge to run your fingers along them. You shift in his arms slightly, moving so his hand is now on your lower back, gently guiding you to walk with him as you two make your way up the grand stairs that lead to the ball. Sylus quietly watches you, making sure you don't misstep.

Once at the top of the stairs, you walk in, side by side. The ball was being held in a huge ballroom, with multiple crystal chandeliers lighting the room. The marble floors were sleek and smooth, the walls simple yet perfectly fitting for such a room. Alongside the right side wall were tables filled to the brim of food and desserts, on top of the constantly passing by waiters with trays of hors d'oeuvres and bottles of drinks. In the right corner near the back of the room is a large, luxurious bar, with people coming and going with various drinks in hand. You glance back at Sylus, only to find him already looking at you, his eyes slightly softened as he gazes at you. 

“Enjoying the view, baby?” you mimic his words back at him, a playful smirk on your face as you look up at him. He lets out a low chuckle before guiding you further into the ball.

“How could I not? I have an awfully adorable kitten by my side.” He replies glancing down at you briefly as he leads you with his hand on the small of your back. You find yourself playfully rolling your eyes, now in front of the bar you saw earlier. He guides you to an empty barstool, catching the bartender's attention. He hands his black card to him, telling him that you’re on his tab before turning to look at you.

“I'll be back, kitten. I have some deals to discuss with partners and then I'm all yours again. Stay safe, and don't miss me too much, hm?” He says low enough for only you to hear, his eyes taking in your face and stopping at your lips for a second longer before meeting your eyes again. You nod, leaning in to give him a soft peck on his lips, murmuring against them after you pull away slightly.

"I'll be fine, you know that. Now go so you can come back to me faster."

He smirks and whispers back, "Yes, ma'am." With that, he stood up straight and briefly fixed his tie before walking away again and up to a group of men who immediately welcomed him and began talking. You watch him for a second longer, your gaze lingering on his frame before turning back to the bar, flagging down the bartender and ordering a drink. You watch carefully as it's made in front of you, taking a sip of the refreshing drink once it's handed to you. You continue taking sips of your drink, soon ordering another one. About fifteen minutes passed since Sylus left to talk to his business partners. You watch him now with your second drink in hand, how he seems to be making rounds. You take a sip and watch him from over the rim of your glass as he begins walking to the other side of the vast ballroom to yet another group. You begin to look away, but then you catch a glimpse of a fiery red near him.

You turn back and see a woman wearing a red dress that's clings to her tightly, her hair done almost as elegantly as yours with flawless makeup, approach Sylus. He barely spares her a glance as she strikes up a conversation with him.

Or tries too at least. She's talking, but he obviously doesn't care and isn't listening to a word she says.

Now, you weren't really the jealous type, you know just how deeply Sylus loved you, how deep his devotion ran, leaving him as nothing but your devout follower; but there was something about this woman that got on your nerves. Maybe it was the way she looked up at him, battling her eyelashes, or the way she leaned in far too close for your liking. She was practically begging to have her ass beat by you with the way she was acting.

You sighed as you took a final swing of your drink, setting it down on the bar with a thud before getting up, fixing your dress and making your way towards the two of them. Your steps are calculated, measured and exude enough energy to part the crowd like the red sea. Partygoerd watch you with curious eyes, wondering what might be happening. You stood side by side with Sylus, putting on a fake smile that didn't come near to reaching your eyes. You hold out a perfectly manicured hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Im Syluss girlfriend, and you are...?"

The girl stares at your hand and then back at you, barely taking your fingers into her hold as a makeshift hand shake, introducing herself.

"Gabriela, Im surprised Sylusnever mentioned me before." She says in a mocking tone, grin smug as she retracts her hand. You mocd to in between the two, Sylus watching your every move silently, but eith curious eyes. You give her a smug grin and lean in, voice quiet but firm.

"Im sure you've got the wrong idea here, Gabriela. He came with me, and he will leave with me. Those eyes that barely glanced at you are mine, alongside everything he is, and you in your tacky and cheap dress wont ever change that. And if I'm being quite frank, he doesn't give a damm about you, so I suggest you back off of my fella, Gabriela."

You pull back and watch her face distort into shame and disbelief. You give her a little mocking wave, making her huff and stomp away in anger. Once she was out of sight, the ballroom started up again. The once quiet room was filled with the quiet murmur of conversations, the soft clink of glass and silverware. You finally turn to face Sylus, who has hooded eyes that roam your figure, finally landing on your face. You stare into his crimson eyes, wondering what he could be thinking now. On cue, he leans in and whispers into the shell of your ear.

"That by far has to be the most attractive thing you've done, kitten." His warm breath ghosting over your neck and ear, leaving goosebumps and chills all over you. You simple wrap.ypur arms around him in a loose hug as he places delicate kisses over the side of your neck and jaw,whispering again. "Let's go home, hm?"

You hum in agreement, a small smile gracing your face as the two of you make your way out of the ball side by side, your arm wrapped tightly around his. You two get into the waiting car, making your way back to the base, the city lights lighting up the night. You simply stated out the windows, Sylus's hand on your thigh giving you an occasional squeeze. Soft jazz flows into the air from the radio as you both remain in a comfortable silence.

You both return home a few.minuyes later, Sylus carrying you into your shared bedroom. He kneels in front of you again, reverantly taking off your heels as you sit on the edge of the bed. Once hes done he puts them to the side, staring up at you, his head resting on your knees. His eyes meet yours and your breath hitches; the crimson depths filled with such a strong emotion, devotion, love, reverence. It wad all bottled up into his red eyes that looked at you like you yourself hung up the stars and moon. You cups his upturned cheek gently, which he leans into, eyes fluttering shut.

His lips leave soft kisses on your palm as he whispers. "Thank you, kitten. I know i don't say it as often as I should, but I love you." He opens his eyes, their depths meeting yours as she smile sweetly, leaning down and kissing his lips. The moment your lips are slotted together, Sylus melts into your touch even more. You pull away just enough to rest your forehead on his, eyes closed.

"I love you too, my dragon." You whisper softly into the air. You can hear a faint chuckle before his lips are on your again. Slow, careful, lovingly. He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours again. You open your eyes and smile at the sight; your lipstick staining his lips, your gloss adding a faint shimmer to his.

"This shade suits you, my dear. Maybe you should wear it more often." You say quietly, a playful look on your face. Sylus looks into your eyes. Really looks and just grins, nodding his head.

"As often as you'll allow me too, sweetie."

You smile and stick out you hand between you two, your pinkie raised. "Promise?" You asked.

He chuckles and links his much larger pinkie with yours.

"Promise."

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! I'll see when I write the next story, until then!

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Martyn raids Ren after revealing he’d accidentally not replied to him and Ren is Dramatic about it.

I cut out a lot of dead air (read: all of the moments of Ren waiting for his sounds to end) to trim this down, and the transcription is under the cut:

Martyn: We should go um, raid, uhm...actually, my boy Ren-Diggity-Dawg's on. Let's go raid Ren. Ren-Diggity-Dawg. Actually I got a message the other day from Ren that I still need to reply to, I just, I saw it before I went live...today, and I was like, ''oop, don't know how that one slipped past me." Is it RenDogTV? It is, right, sweet! Uh, right, enjoy Ren's stream--

Ren: Welcome to all the Marteens, that have arrived in the chat. Martyn, bro. You and--listen. You and me need to have words, Martyn. (three seconds of silence) You know what, cut the music. Cut the music, this is-this is getting serious business now. Zoom in a little bit for dramatic effect. (five seconds of silence)

Ren: Martyn. Bro. (two seconds of silence) I-Why you do me dirty, bro? Eh? What's up? Why you do me dirty like this, bro? (deep inhale) Dear viewers, let me tell you a story. A few days ago. Approximately--you know what, give me one moment, Imma figure out exactly how many days ago. I'm gonna rub the salt in this wound. Mm-mm-mm.

Ren: We're gonna-we're gonna cook this one. Let's see, the twentieth. That's four days ago. Approximately four days ago, I sent a message to Mister Marteen. An important message. A message from the heart. What do I get in return, from Mister Marteen? Crickets. Crickets.

Ren: Give me one second, I need to find a cricket noise. I-I'm not as professional as Martyn, you see. Martyn's got instant access to sound effects because he's a professional. And uh, broadcasting genius. I am uh, you know. A little bit more amateur. Give me one second, guys, I gotta log into Epidemic Sound and everything. It's gonna take a while. Can't remember my password. (keyboard clicking, deep inhale, laughs) Okay, here we go. (keyboard clicking)

(soft cricket noises that sound almost like a fire alarm in the distance play for ten seconds, uninterrupted. In the actual video, this sound plays for twenty-one seconds)

Ren: This is quite a long sample guys, it's two minutes long. Sorry about that. (cricket noises for thirteen seconds. In the actual stream this clip was thirty-five seconds long, and he turned the sound of the crickets up to be louder)

Ren: It's only halfway, guys, you still-still got a while to go. (cricket noises for twelve seconds. In the actual stream this clip was twenty-three seconds long. He then pauses the crickets for four seconds, zooms in on his cubito)

Ren: Pause for dramatic effect. (he starts the crickets again for thirty-five seconds [the full time here and in-stream] before pausing it again)

Ren: That is all I have to say about this matter. Thanks for the raid, Martyn. W-welcome everybody. You joined us right at the start of a trial chamber run. (four seconds of silence, then a fond laugh) And as an update, t-to Marteen-gate. I have received a reply! Hold on, I gotta find another sound effect real quick, one second. One second guys, uh, (keyboard clicking, then the sound of scattered applause and indistinct voices for thirteen seconds)

Ren: I have received a reply from Marteen! (the clip is still going, just indistinct voices) This-this sample is not working for me. (a clip of a motorcycle revving begins to play instead) (flustered laughing) That's n-that sample is not working for me either. Wait, I've got a sample on the stream deck! (applause begins, including happy yelling) I received a reply! (the sample continues to play) (Ren singing) Joy to the world / Marteen has replied! / He has finally / Replied! (deeper voice) After four days. (laughter, normal voice) Thank you for the reply, Marteen. I am very excited. We shall, uh, continue our correspondence, digitally. Upon another platform (laughing under his breath)

Ren: --X-Fandom is here with a gifted sub to Marteen! Ya weren't even subbed?! (silence for four seconds, then decisive keyboard clicking. Then the sound of a cat yowling, which is swiftly replaced by a baby crying for seven seconds, uninterrupted. In the actual stream it is twenty seconds long.) It's quite a long sample, too. Sorry guys. (In the actual clip, the baby continues crying for ten seconds uninterrupted, before Ren laughs over the baby crying, and then pauses it, while this video has only one second pause between baby crying and Ren's laughter) Oh, goodness gracious, I'm having too much fun.

[arijackz]

PICK A CARD: What Element Do You Embody?

⍎ "The force that unites the elements to become all things is Love, also called Aphrodite; Love brings together dissimilar elements into a unity, to become a composite thing. Love is the same force that human beings find at work in themselves whenever they feel joy, love and peace. Strife, on the other hand, is the force responsible for the dissolution of the one back into its many, the four elements of which it was composed." - Empedocles

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, change any pronouns to apply to you. Also, these elements don't have to correspond with your birth chart.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

⌾ Pile One ⌾ (4oC rev., 10oS, High Priestess, 6oP)

Your soul’s energetic thumbprint is GODLY. 

But I’m getting ahead of myself, your element is AETHER.

I get the sense that you’ve been sort of incognito for a large chunk of your life. You felt more comfortable being an observer and watching the world unfold before you.

Not out of fear, you’re just naturally curious in a spectating sense rather than interactive. You hear what’s left unsaid, feel people’s suppressed/underlying emotions, and see what others are blind to. The high priestess is all-knowing but keeps the universal truth to herself because she knows not everyone is meant to see what she sees.

You hold a lot of unknown truths, but truths often become burdens. You carry other people’s pain because you know they can’t handle it, often thanklessly. You throw yourself in front of the bus before the other person even realizes there's a threat coming at all. 

The weight you carry on your back would crush the average person. Deny it all you want, but in the cosmic book of life, you’re a modern-day hero in a way.  

It’s like when the older sibling sacrifices themselves to protect their kid siblings from the horrors they’ve had to endure in their family environment. They know they’re the only barrier between the monsters and their loved ones, often sacrificing opportunities and peace of mind to be that protection.

It doesn't have to be this case scenario, but if the situation resonates with you, I see you. The universe sees you. Your valiance and selfless nature deserve songs and praises, never belittle your efforts. 

Okay back to aether, y’all know I love to yap. 

I am heavily getting this silent heroine presence because aether is the antithesis of fire, water, earth, and air. It’s cold because it does not have fire’s warmth, weightless because it is not heavy like earth or water, and immobile because it does not have air’s fluidity. Sounds bad, but it’s fucking AWESOME.

The aether element allows for the other element’s existence. It has no boundaries and fills every corner of life, it is Godly and omnipresent. The word αἰθήρ (aithḗr) in Homeric Greek means "pure, fresh air" or "clear sky".[3] In Greek mythology, it was thought to be the pure essence that the gods breathed, filling the space where they lived, analogous to the air breathed by mortals. 

Aether is essentially empty space that allows for life to be. The movement of our bodies takes place in these empty spaces. I.e. the hollowness of our lungs allows breath, space in the throat causes speech, the heart needs space to contract and pump blood, and so forth. Life could not exist without this empty space.

Since the aether element is subtle yet all-pervading, it is the most spiritual element and is considered a bridge between the earthly realm and the divine. 

Quintessence is also a term that is quite often used for ether as it denotes the “heavenly bodies” present in the universe such as the stars and galaxies.

(A CROW HAS A MESSAGE FOR YOU, GO OUTSIDE)

You have this quiet, subtle, but Godly presence about you just like the aether element. 

Circling back to the silent heroine archetype, to sum up my rambling, aether is out of human perception (like your silent, observant nature) but is the backbone of existence (the power in that very nature).

You’re a bit of an oxymoron. You notice everything, and that forces you to be a bit apathetic because constantly being in fight or flight isn’t good for the body. But on the other hand, you’re extremely empathetic because you understand the world’s suffering more acutely than anyone else. You’re a quiet presence and try not to interfere with other people’s lives but you’re simultaneously the very barrier that stops some people’s lives from crumbling. 

The aether element 🤝 you. TWINNEM

Sidenote: Shoutout to my Shatabhisha natives yet again! Also, if you find this element interesting and want to know more about this dominating energy in your life, I hyperlinked two websites for you that are worth reading. 

And go outside! My window is open and this single crow is SCREAMiNG at me.

Also, you’re smart enough, aim for that challenging degree. 

Okay! MUAH!

Beyond The Breath of Mere Mortals

⌾ Pile Two ⌾ (Ace of Cups, 8oP, Page of Swords)

^^^ You fr

RISE UP MY LIL TSUNAMIS!!!  aka my WATER elements

You’ve definitely been called overly emotional as an insult. Well fuck that person, they wish they had your appeal.

Do you know how crazy you drive people? I imagine you as the person in a movie who the depressed main character meets once at a party, ditches the crowd, goes on an adventure with, and as the sun rises, they look over at you and realize life is worth living. 

Even if you don’t identify as female, you have a strong effeminate allure. Not in a traditional “pink” sense, but in a receptive manner. You stand there and look pretty while the world crawls to you. Adventures seem to rush toward you. 

Your energy colors life; water gives the Earth foliage and growth. Without water, everything in existence is dry, stiff, and lacks the nourishment to evolve.

People feel alive around you, imagine those moss patches that start dry and grey but once they touch water, they get bright green and abundant. 

You color those dry patches in people’s lives. However, many people aren’t used to this intense water dominance. It unbalances them and feels irrational.

Society grooms people to suppress their emotions, so those who embrace their feelings and work to understand them appear juvenile and possibly even threatening. 

The word sensitive or emotional is almost a slur in today's society 😭

But your sensitivity is your power and serves you a great deal of intelligence. Especially with people! This is a very fiery, intense energy. Y’all are my Scorpio/8th house knockouts (check your sidereal chart as well).  

You have a very penetrative presence, you are felt before you are seen, but you will never go unnoticed. You’re a bit obsessive, you want to know everything about everyone.

Favorite color? Childhood horrors? Most shame-ridden secret? Their first celebrity crush? That embarrassing moment in middle school they’d rather die than bring up? The opinion that would get them jumped on twitter.com?

And you’re good at getting these answers out of people. Two minutes with you and people start word-vomiting their entire consciousness onto you. That magnetizes people and in turn, makes them obsessed with you. 

Your energy is very alluring, in the same way, the gentle sway of the ocean lures people in. They are slightly in fear of the emotional hold you have over them. The ocean might soothe or drown them. In the same way, the ocean seduces, your aura has an unpredictable grasp on people. 

I feel like this strong emotional energy took a while to tame, it used to unbalance you. Life had major emotional ups and downs with long days of you feeling like you’re being submerged under water. But just like any skill, you honed it and achieved mental clarity, to wield your emotions to your benefit. 

The water element sends you through hell for you to achieve liberation. Once you fight your biggest demon (yourself and all the torment the mind can conjure), you come out the other side knowing that the worst isn’t strong enough to take you down and nothing will. 

The waves that once drowned you are turning into a weaponized tsunami you command. You have the power to nourish and destroy. 

If you’re not quite there, you’re well on your way. Keep doing what you’re doing, sexy. 

Resist Me If You Can

⌾ Pile Three ⌾ (2oP, 3oC, 8oP)

Welcome my manifesters! We’re talking ‘bout the EARTH element baby!

This is the earthiest earther I know, and Pile 3 get down! Pile 3 dont play!

You work so hard, it’s borderline masochistic 😭

It doesn’t have to be work in a traditional- go to your job and get noticed by the boss- sense, this extends to every corner of life. You’re objective-oriented and do not stray from the mark until the box is checked. 

This can be as simple as having a goal to learn how to whistle by next Sunday. You’ve already marked time out of the week for ten minutes a day to practice, found YouTube instructors, bought chapstick so your lips don’t dry out, and it’s all you can think about until you get that high of accomplishing something.  

Earth is the manifesting element because it's where our thoughts accumulate enough energy to materialize. It's quite a powerful position to be in. One day it's just a dream, and by the next it's reality. 

Well, that's an exaggeration, the earth element is quite slooowwww due to its weight.

It’s the heaviest element because it’s the most long-lasting. Water evaporates, air swiftly changes, and fire burns; only Earth will remain. Anything worthwhile takes time, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

I think you understand this, but you don’t always have the patience for your desires to materialize. If you feel like you aren’t actively making progress on your goal, you tend to juggle multiple projects just to get that rush of achievement we were talking about earlier. 

I’m making an addiction reference because it applies here. This incessant need to reach every goal as soon as you think you should is causing you to over-extend yourself and the stress on the body is throwing you into disharmony. 

Not everyone gets their license at 16. Not everyone moves out of their family’s home at 18. Not everyone has a job straight out of college. Not everyone has their life all figured out…ever. 

Balance is needed. You’re too hyper-focused on deadlines and seeing results, that you’re putting your overall wellbeing on the line. YOU are your most prized possession and need to care for yourself like you’re the shiniest medal on your mantel. 

The “Gullible” card came out, don’t worry, you’re not naive in a trusting way (not that you should be blamed for putting your trust in people anyway). I see it as your goals aren’t rooted in your true self enough and are too influenced by others. 

(Extreme example): You see someone (who has probably been practicing their whole life) play the violin really well at a young age. Now, you’ve made a goal to be as good as them in just a few years; every time you feel like you’re lagging on that deadline, you start berating yourself and feel inferior because you haven’t reached this unrealistic standard you’ve set.

Is this goal a good use of your finite energy? Is this objective authentic to you? Or is this just something that will give you a temporary ego stroke?

I think life is forcing out into a hanged man moment currently. Your perspective needs to switch inward so you can ground all of this powerful energy into something that will actually satisfy you, not just give you a quick high for a moment and then redirect you to your next conquest. 

You want something that will give you pride and fulfillment at your core and the universe wants to give that to you, but you have to know what will make you happy. What gives you inner harmony?

And I don’t mean what you see makes others “happy”. Not a mansion, fame, the newest fashion trends, expensive skin care, etc. I mean the things that bring you joy beyond the physical. 

Think about what made your younger self jump out of bed every morning to experience. What did your soul shine for, before the world shamed it out of you?

You don’t have to know now, but you must be willing to pause and raise the importance of your health and happiness to the same height as your material/skill gains. I know those things make you feel good, but it's temporary, and if you want to achieve lasting happiness you need to achieve harmony with all aspects of your life. Right now, your inner health needs a leg up to balance the scale.

The earth gets stiff and stops evolving without water. Don’t allow yourself to dry up. Give yourself space to go on an inner journey and rest. The universe understands perfection takes time. The planets took billions of years to form, a tree takes decades to reach maturity, and only humans have deluded themselves into thinking results are instantaneous. 

A week of rest is still progress!

P.S The attractive card FLEW out. Your “do or die” energy, though unhealthy at times, is sexy as fuck and you have this magician-type- nothing is impossible for me- allure to you. Green, red, and black make people want to sneak another peak at you. 

"Wait Instead of Push, Root Instead of Reach"

⌾ Pile Four ⌾ (The devil, 10oS, Ace of pentacles, 7oP)

MUY CALIENTE INDEED!!

They don’t call you a hot lil mama for nothin!

You embody the FIRE element. Although, you are quite earthy. This is my most mixed-element pile. Read pile three for sure.

You’re a very proactive person. You have earth’s manifesting qualities and fire’s initiative. You seize opportunities and start goals without hesitation. Very very attractive.

This reading doesn’t have to correlate with your birth chart, but all love to my Sagittarius and Aries folk. Of course, sending a special kiss to the Leos.

You have the same obsessive, hyper-focused tendencies as pile three but I feel like instead of a brief moment of accomplishment, you’re craving glory and the freedom to shine as brightly as you desire. 

In your formative years, you’ve had to dim your light for survival and to escape ridicule. You’ve had to fit into a mold that is much smaller than your true form, stifling your potential. This energy feels very suffocating. Picture a boiling fire covered with a lid. It’s like a false skin has trapped you and cut off your oxygen.

But don’t worry, ever heard of cleansing by fire? The fire element is about purity and rebirth. It burns impurities to get matter back to its rawest, unadulterated form. You will burn that false skin off, to reveal a phoenix underneath, it's all a part of your evolution. 

Fire ignites instantaneously but can burn out just as quickly. You suffer from exhaustion a lot of the time. This is where the earth energy meets the fire. You have a longer refractory period than usual fire personalities because of the heaviness of the earth element. 

You’re like an engine sitting outside in the winter. Give it twenty minutes to warm up and get its groove but once it does, OOHHH BOOYYY, WE’RE ROLLIN’!

You have earth’s slowness and need for perfection, so you take longer to complete tasks and may even be a late bloomer.

I feel like you crave the spotlight, not necessarily fame, but recognition on some scale. You have always subconsciously known that your flame was being smothered and that you had not seen that full extent of you.  Your subconscious brought this to your attention with desires to be seen.

Some of you want to be recognized for your talents, beloved for your beauty, admired for your wit, favored for your charm, hell all of the above!

And you deserve it! You desire these things because your soul is trying to tell you something. You are meant to be seen.

I sense a lot of fear in this pile. Fire energy is very headstrong and likes to race to the finish line (the hare). Earth energy is contemplative and likes to play the long game (the tortoise). The two conflicting energies can create some paralyzing doubt in your psyche. One side thinks the other is irrational.

Do I stay or do I go? Can I even trust myself to make a decision I might regret?

Yes, you can! You have to, there is one thing that fire and earth can agree on, it's their shared annoyance with stagnation. Go for it babe, you miss all the shots you don’t make, all choices lead forward (which is where you need to go).

I’m telling you, anything you want you will get, just don’t be afraid to burn that false skin off. 

Find a median for the two energies. Dream big and have the self-assurance to go for it, but methodically plan out all your adventures so that earthy need for a stable foundation is satisfied. 

A vision board with ideas of ways to achieve these dreams will help pull your thoughts into the physical and be a great step to giving you the confidence to move forward.

Because I promise you, once you get going, there will be no stopping you.

Note: I think “You’re afraid of being seen” videos on YouTube will be great for rewiring your fear-based thinking. Confidence affirmations are a great addition to your day too. Oh, and please read pile three, there are some messages in there for you. 

"Have a Love Affair With The Sun"

If you enjoyed this reading feel free to check out my masterlist and poke around. I feel a lot of these pacs are connected, so go find yourself in other readings!

I don't bite I swear, book a reading with me if you feel inclined <3

[petpippin]

^ㅁ^ things tokyo rev characters do in and out of relationships  ── toman edition!

some cute... some downright foul. 🍊

hakkai, who for the first few months of dating, has the two of you corresponding through letters.

mikey on the other hand, who's suddenly inviting himself everywhere you go. going to the store to buy the most inane thing ever? not without him!

and while mikey's absolutely shameless, chifuyu really just finds himself having business wherever you're going. heading to the mall? great! chifuyu just needs to buy a new pair of uh... socks.

although draken has always been aware of his height advantage, he's only now become aware of how satisfying it is that he's taller than you, specifically. gets a kick out of having to lean down to kiss you.

mitsuya who's suddenly doing everything one-handed. turns out it's incredibly difficult to pin a thread through a needle, when his palm is pressed against yours, fingers interlocked.

often finding himself daydreaming during particularly dreadful toman meetings, sanzu's mind always travels back to you in the end. he can't help but wonder if you're waiting up for him, sat in bed knowing he'll come back to you, sneaking in the bedroom window in the dead of night.

baji who honestly gets weirdly rough with you. not violent, of course, his mom taught him better, but biting is certainly not off the table. neither is clamping his big, warm hand over yours, and squeezing so tight you're shrieking, apparently.

kazutora, who, nicely put, is an absolute maniac. you're honestly put off when he's suddenly tripping you over, pinching at your cheeks, holding you so tightly to his chest that you're actually suffocating. (little do you know it's just 'cause his heart is throbbing because you're so damn cute he can't deal!)

peh-yan has given you the most nauseating embarrassment you've ever suffered.

this mostly comes off the fact that sometimes he's too stupid to actually listen, and will confront full-on strangers! in public! most of the time it comes from a mishearing on his part, which is the cringiest thing ever. even worse when he's with pah, because then he's refusing to back down after! always leads to you getting nasty looks as well.

now kisaki, he's the real stalker. like this one's not even funny, nor cute, he's actually just. a stalker. logs all of your habits and routines, from how you like your tea, to what you position you prefer to sleep in. but you don't need to know that. <3

one thing about hanma is that when he's with you, he is not hanma. he is not shuji, and you know damn well better not to call him any of that 'reaper' bullshit, either. hanma's your baby, and he will exclusively answer to that.

smiley... is a MENACE. this one actually tries to freak you out, like testing you really weirdly. loves to suddenly get all up in your face, try to lick your eyeball and then laugh when you're getting all wound up. (over nothing! he insists.)

angry doesn't need to do all that. he's taking a more romantic route, you see. okay, yes, maybe he's a bit of a starer (nothing kisaki worthy), but if you catch him, he's always got a compliment prepared to throw you off. flusters himself, too.

[todaysdocument]

Letter from the National American Women Suffrage Association to Senator Charles Dick

Record Group 46: Records of the U.S. SenateSeries: Petitions and Related Documents That Were Presented, Read, or TabledFile Unit: Petitions and Memorials, Resolutions of State Legislatures, and Related Documents Which Were Tabled

[handwritten] Harriet Taylor Upton

National American Woman Suffrage Association.

MEMBER NATIONAL COUNCIL OF WOMEN.

Honorary President, Susan B. Anthony, 17 Madison Street, Rochester, N.Y.

[handwritten] 4

President, REV. ANNA HOWARD SHAW,

7443 Devon Street, Mt. Airy, Philadelphia, Pa.

Vice President at Large, CARRIE CHAPMAN CATT,

205 West 57th Street, New York City.

Corresponding Secretary, KATE M. GORDON,

1800 Pyrtania Street, New Orleans, La.

Recording Secretary, ALICE STONE BLACKWELL, 3 Park Street, Boston Mass.

Treasurer, HAPRIET TAYLOR UPTON [handwritten circle around name], Warren, Ohio.

Auditors {LAURA CLAY, Lexington, Ky.

CORA SMITH EATON, M.D., Masonic Temple, Minneapolis, Minn.

National Press Committee, ELNORA M. BABCOCK, Dunkirk, N.Y.

NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS, WARREN, OHIO. Nov. 17, 1904.

[stamp/seal partially illegible]

...grahical

UNION LABEL 2

...

Hon. Chas. Dick,

Akron, Ohio.

My dear sir;-

Well, now that the election is over and that

it was as much of a surprise to you as to any of us laymen,

I hope you can and will give your attention to a matter

about which I am writing. Please use our influence to have

the [begin handwritten underline] Territorial Committee strike out either the word sex [end handwritten underline]

in the clause of the Statehood Bill which classes women with

criminals and lunatics, or the whole paragraph. Some people

say if the word sex is stricken out it will foce the Ter

-ritories to consider the question of woman suffrage. Of

course I should not mourn if this were done, but I am not

asking the Territorial Committee to do anything so radical.

Territories have been admitted in the past without any such

clause, and, although it is true that we are politically

classed just this way, somehow it looks a little worse when

we see it in black and white. It is wonderful how stirred

up the conservative women, the club women, woman of missio-

ary societies and all that are over this action. I know

that if you reply to me that you will give this matter your

attention, you will do so. I am therefore not sending any

words in pressing you or in presenting any arguments to you.

Nobody knows better than you do that women of the great

southwest deserve something better than this classification.

Most truly yours,

[handwritten signature]

Harriet Taylor Upton

[scotianostra]

On March 23rd 1848, the Free Church of Scotland settlement at New Edinburgh, New Zealand was founded, it is known today as Dunedin.

It was the poet’s uncle, Rev Thomas Burns, who was among the first settlers to arrive in Dunedin, the Gaelic for Edinburgh, having been appointed by the Free Church to lead a new Presbyterian settlement in the South Pacific

One passenger on the John Wickliffe, the fist ship to carry Scottish settlers to the South Island of New Zealand, wrote in his diary: “All seemed pleased and called it a goodly land – Port Chalmers and around is truly beautiful – rich in scenery – its slopes and shores are fertile, and wooded to the water’s edge.”

Every year in Dunedin, the arrival of these first settlers from Scotland is marked by Otago Anniversary Day, the public holiday falling this year on Monday just gone.

A second boat sent by the Otago Association, founded by the Free Church to broker land sales in South Island for its followers, arrived on April 15th with more than 200 people on board. They had spent 114 days at sea since leaving Greenock.

On board were people such as Adam James, 25, a boatbuilder; James Blackie, 21, a school teacher, James Brown, 23, a calico printer and Mary Pollok, 19, a servant.

By the end of the 1850s, around 12,000 Scots had joined them in this new flourishing city, many from the industrial lowlands.

Artisans, small traders and industrial workers were to make up a third of all Scottish migrants to New Zealand with almost 70 % of this group coming from the Edinburgh and Glasgow area.

A number left Paisley in the early 1840s when its weaving industry was in trouble with the south part of the city to become known as “Little Paisley”.

It was George Rennie MP, born in East Lothian, who first proposed a Scottish settlement in 1842 when he declared “We shall found a New Edinburgh at the Antipodes that shall one day rival the old.”

Chief operators of the church-led plan included William Cargill, a former British Army captain who commanded the John Wickliffe and became the first superintendent of Otago.

Edinburgh solicitor John McGlashan, became the Otago scheme’s chief organiser and promoter who commandeered residents for the new colony and organised ships.

His office at 27 South Hanover Street was open 10 hours a day as people turned up at his door to organise their passage.

Conditions were tough on arrival with relentless hard graft required to transform mud and bush into even the most primitive settlement. A number of wattle and daub cottages were constructed with the place dubbed “Mud-edin” given the coarse conditions.

Still, the Free Church, in an 1853 publication, had the highest praise of the new Scots residents who were “mostly of the labouring classes who had the aim of becoming landowners.”

The author noted the “very high character” of the residents and the “very serious regard to their religious duties.”

The extreme piousness of the settlement is made startling clear.

“The silent religious aspect of our Sabbath, the solemn seriousness, the death-like stillness, and the reverential attention in the house of God strike every stranger and are unequalled by anything of my experience,” the account added.

Despite the growth of Dunedin, the Otago Association folded in 1852 after repeatedly failing to meet is sales targets with its assets and liabilities taken over by the British Government.

McGlashan took a ship to join the settlers in Otago. He and Captain Cargill were to become major players in the governance of the region with the moral authority delivered by Rev Burns, a foundation chancellor of the University of Otago who some disliked for his heavy handed puritanical ways. Anglicans were referred to as “Little Enemy” by the Ayrshire-born minister.

As Tom Devine noted in To the Ends of the Earth, one anonymous correspondent to the New Zealand Otago Times, writing under the pseudonym a Staunch Englishman, described the Scots settlers as a “mean, close, bigoted, porridge-eating” lot who were prone to “minding the sixpences.”

The legacy of those first settlers is, however, ample. Otago Boys’ High School was set up in 1864, the University of Otago in 1869 and Otago Girls’ High School, one of the first state-run schools of its type in the world, opened in 1871.

John McGlashan College, Dunedin’s Presbyterian boys’ school, was founded in 1918 from a bequest to the Church by McGlashan’s daughters.

The stiff presbyterian tone of Dunedin is also said to have spurred a “creative rebellion” with works by Dunedin poet James K Baxter considered among the country’s finest.

Today, whisky, pipe band sand the city’s own Haggis Ceremony continue to mark the impact of those first Scottish settlers who arrived.

Shops on the main street stock Dunedin tartan, tweeds and Scottie dog trinkets and signposts point to places such as Leith Valley, Corstorphine, Musselburgh Calton Hill, and of course Princes Street.

Bars pride themselves on their selections of fine malts, churches have an air of architectural familiarity and the municipal chambers looks as if it could have been transported from any Scottish town. A statue of Robbie Burns stands in the main plaza.

Mark Twain, after visiting Dunedin in 1895, wrote of them: “The people are Scotch. They stopped here on their way from home to heaven thinking they had arrived.”

For millions of Scots scattered worldwide, Scotland remains the homeland. It's the place they look towards for inspiration, with affection, or with an air ticket to renew that sense of Scottish identity. The internet has made the world a lot smaller for us all, which is why many enjoy the posts here, it gives them a wee sense of belonging, even if it less than a dram of Scottish blood you have flowing through you.

[transgenderer]

this baumgarten idea, that good art is, while clear, fundamentally anti-analytic, its about bringing sensations or ideas together in a way that they cant be pulled apart, that the bringing-together-of-partially-unlike is the essence of art, is really revving me up. i think this is what makes spec fic so appealing to me? in the world we live in, things pull apart in particular ways. some things can be separated from each other, and other things cant (sharpness cannot be pulled from the knife). but in spec fic, you can imagine a world where the sets of things that can be pulled apart are different. a world where certain actions or objects interact with multiple things at once, in a way that no real object interacts with all those things at once

and the worst understandings of spec fic are those that claim one of these different-irreducibilites corresponds to one of our world's irreducibilities, the crudeness of the "allegory", the "symbol", where an entity in the imagined world has all the same strings coming off it as an entity in ours. not all graphs are isomorphic!

[onlyseokmins]

biker!wonwoo who revs his motorcycle's engine at 3am every. single. morning. in the new apartment complex you moved into.

it's a sputtering annoyance, pain in the ass, and a total nemesis for you who has to wake up at 5am for work. you thought moving closer to the city and lessening the commute would allow for more sleep but you were sorely mistaken.

but you can't move out because this is only a recent thing! everything was fine and dandy for a whole month and you cannot believe you were duped like this.

so, after the third week of being woken up by an engine rather than your alarm two hours later and occasionally missing your phone going off altogether once you fell back asleep again - you decide to do something about it.

after getting home from work, you stomp over and knock on the door that corresponds to the motorcycle parked outside it before you lose your nerve. there's no answer and wonwoo, the owner himself, darkly watches the way you play with your jewelry nervously while waiting on the porch from his smartphone.

"who's that pretty thing?" vernon teases, leering over the man's shoulder only to laugh and walk away when the older man flips him off, middle finger's black nail polish all chipped.

a couple hours later, he leaves the rowdy bar with a smirk still on his face after having watched you flounce away - but not without slapping a hand resolutely on his door one last time. strolling up to his building, hands tucked deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, wonwoo's tongue pokes his cheek playfully at the bright yellow sticky note left behind.

"I figured you might be asleep given how late you're out and about at night. however, I ask if you could please try to be more considerate of your neighbors sleeping - kindest regards :) "

he hangs it on his empty fridge.

and you think it worked. it's been nice and quiet at night, able to wake up significantly well-rested and in a better mood. even your coworker seungkwan is surprised when you don't snap at him for talking about his third kid on the way.

until two weeks later and you're awoken rather rudely not just by one revving motorcycle - but many. repeatedly. and you're shocked you're the only one annoyed by the unnecessary interruption and looking worse for wear from the lack of sleep.

on friday, you're prepared. even though you worked all day, you watched one of your favorite kickass dramas just for the moment at 3am when you heard the engine fire up. flying outside, you point accusingly at the dark figure throwing a leg over the bike to straddle it.

"wow, was it too hard for you to be quiet?!"

wonwoo's head flies around, thankful he actually put his contacts in tonight - yes, he sometimes rides without them but shh, don't tell anyone - because he can take in your appearance rather than whatever you're saying about how he should buy a new motorcycle.

you had been in bed like a normal person so of course you were wearing a comfy t-shirt and very obviously - no bra. wonwoo's throat dries up despite his drooling, noting your bare legs for free viewing before he tosses back, "aren't ya bein' the loud one, sugar?"

with that, he's quick to use the heel of his boot to flip up the kickstand and drive away when you angrily turn around at his condescending tone. the sneak peak of black lace - of all things - when your shirt rides up causing him to harshly grip the handlebars and try not to veer off the road. but not without glancing in the mirrors to sure you make it back inside safely.

wonwoo apologizes to you in the morning.

you think nothing of the man with messy bangs and thick glasses standing outside. not until the smell of motor oil hits your nose when you open the door, a familiar leather jacket matching the material of the fingerless gloves that cautiously wave hello, and the low drawl of "hey sugar, sorry 'bout last night. and the nights before that i s'ppose."

ofc you're highly tempted to slam the door in his face but kevlar boots hold it ajar while he smirks. "Our side of the city can get a little dangerous even with our territory expandin'. don'tcha think it's best to stay in my good graces?"

he thinks it's a shame that no one told a sweet thing like you about the dangerous stand-off between rival gangs in the area. your family had warned you about the motorcycle riders but most outside the city believed them to be an urban legend. but no, here you are in the middle of the crossfire and likely pissed off one of the big guns.

but wonwoo's actually quite fond of you. you slowly learn this and how dangerous he is after he begrudgingly takes you to see his leader - shooing nosy vernon who is hoverig. you're searching for your darn landlord to try and haggle a way to move out. somewhere safer.

"sweetheart, the safest you'll ever be is by jeon's side," seungcheol laughs with smoke billowing out of his mouth and you honestly think he's just fucking with you. "there's a target on your back and they already know what you look like."

well, shit.

"oh and don't bother about your landlord, my men wiped that bastard's existence off the streets for scammin' my boys... and people like you, i guess."

and so here you are and here you stay. surprisingly wonwoo doesn't push himself on you. instead, he exists like a stoic and quiet guard dog that lurks in the background that you just keep around. offering the smallest of smiles whenever you toss him a bone of attention that has your heart thumping and your gut twisting.

he hangs around the complex a lot more often, driving his bike a tad less which leads to a reduction in noise pollution and more sleep. though you start picking up the unforgettable hum of its engine whenever he casually shows up, close enough to watch over you getting off work but putting enough distance out of respect and to not rouse the rival gang's suspicion or intentions.

"besides," he tries to explain in a lazy drawl one night when you tentatively offer a beer and sit with him on your porch to ask. "you'd need to learn how to ride my bike and you have to get comfortable 'nough 'round me first to do that."

little do you both realize how wrapped around his finger - the physical one you just finished applying a fresh coat of black paint to - you are and vice versa.

you've lowered his high walls with your kind but spitfire nature and keeping his fridge filled with proper food/drinks and littered with more sticky notes. and he's pried open yours. not just with the fingers you'd disinfected, bandaged, and kissed easing gently in the wet heat between your legs that he has dreamt of since that fateful night and memorizing which spots make you moan the loudest. but also the quiet man who prefers the company of books rather than the fist fighting brawls he's always having to assist his gang brothers in.

but they are also his family, bonds forged by the blood spilled together rather than what runs in their veins. You can respect that, hands running across part of the gang symbol tattoo on his shoulder that will eventually reflect the back of his leather jacket - a matching one in the works for you, courtesy of seungcheol's partner.

you'd asked when he would get the rest of the elaborate design finished and he promises - with a kiss to your forehead and the dingy ring he'd given you (that's really a key ring twisted into a more flattering shape to fit your finger) - he would after saving up for few more years. lowkey, you still feel bad for yelling at him to buy a new motorcycle when he's so hard on money. by now, you've gotten used to the sound of the engine and the ride - of both the vehicle and the man.

for now, wonwoo is more than content with just your nails marking up his back instead and the warmth of your cheek pressed against it when he zooms through the city. although for his birthday, you put in a few extra hours and surprise him with a new bike - one that's engine roars obnoxiously loud!

yeah, he's completely in love with you and makes sure to baptize it with a mixture of your arousal and a couple cumstains that very night you gift it to him. the spot under the bridge, near the library that only you and him know about.

"when i first saw you all dressed up so cutely like you were going to sunday brunch with those bingo grannies, i thought there was no way you'd stick and stay around. but fuck, now you're all mine, huh sugar? never gonna leave me. under all those pretty layers is nothing but my sweet, desperate cockslut. hm, what on earth father joshua think of you spreading your legs and letting me bend you over my bike all the time? should i let you go to service next sunday with my cum soaking your panties and dripping down your legs?"

[shivunin]

Hey there! From the Rook codex prompts: "25. Notes taken by Rook when they were young/in training"

Thank you very much for asking!!

(Rook Codex Prompts)

(256 Words | No plot spoilers, no warnings)

A page of notes, titled “EOY Review Material, To-Do.” The list is marked by a dark, circular stain in the corner and a large oil mark near the title. It is dated several years previous and corresponds with exam week for those in necromantic studies under the care of the Mourn Watch. 

—Mechanism adjustments (MUST be done by Thur. Just need a little more time)

—Notes on bone striations, disease markers, stippling, residual lyrium and mineral deposits, etc. (memorize last 3 sections at least!!)

—Crests, bloodlines, insignias: finish final project, revise final report. Read aloud while E out of room (tonight until dawn, tomorrow afternoon). HIDE COPIES, decoy to remain in desk until day of

—Turn in rem. three essays to Myrna, discuss if necessary

—Practical Wed, lab still open until Tue eve. Practice in morn—E gone, lab less busy

—Pack 

—Pack things to keep. Hide in crypt (Sorrow will keep from wisps, remind her she promised)

—Fri, end things with E. Either way, has to be done. Do not change your mind this time. You can do this. 

—Organize notes for post-induction revisions, pub. per plan. It’s going to happen. Almost there. 

—"Final Waltz rev. 43" for Sorrow as requested Saturday. Don’t forget diploma. I can be proud enough for both of us. 

The list is stuffed under a pile of books in a residence within Nevarra’s Grand Necropolis. The edges exposed to open air have gathered significant amounts of dust, as if it has been a long time since the note has been disturbed.

[starryeyed-seer]

Firm4 bought us TOP EXCITING JUDGEMENT NEWS, which im putting below the cut as it needs some explanation, also spoilers for firm4

But huge win for judgement enjoyers

JUDGEMENT HUMANSONAS REAL

Well, they won't be human 99.9% of the time, but these bastards can project avatar selves:

Now, the sources are weird because firmament: one is a version of an illegal play from a more illegal timeline, and the play is obviously not literal. You might assume the text is simply an excuse for why the play stars actors representing judgements— but wait!

After this, we SEE the OtherHalved (what's a good name for alt halved... Divided?). He's taking a humanoid form (with spooky elements) to hang out with humans. Now! This is ALSO from an illegal timeline, apocrypha, but i have good reason to believe this ability is 'canon' to our timeline.

Well. Good reason? It's a reason.

The story of the Halved is canon, even though SSkies itself is dubious 'alt future'— the Halved exists in flondon, and thus the original non apocrypha play must as well.

The original play about the Halved has a detail that I always found mysterious: the Twin King's of Elutheria speak with some revs. The King Who Wars dismisses them, while the King Who Speaks is curious. The King Who Speaks sneaks off to visit the revs, leading to his death.

But wait. The play is a metaphor, the judgements aren't Actually guys who can walk away... how did a binary star meet with revs without his twin noticing? For many reasons, I don't think Judgements dream, but that was my best theory.

But wait! JUDGEMENTSONAS! As it says in the apocrypha play, they can project themselves... in order to meet with others— and that doing so makes them vulnerable.

We know judgements are very hard to kill. The original play makes a point though that the King Who Speaks is notably vulnerable because he's away from his palace.

This lines up perfectly with the new lore. He projected a more vulnerable avatar out to meet with the revs, which is why he was so easy to kill. He was away from his "palace", which is to say, the body/throne that we would call a sun.

In the play, Speaks further makes himself vulnerable — presumably in metaphor, further lowering his defenses until he was able to simply be stabbed, killing him. (After all, what does it mean for a judgement projection to be "vulnerable"? Killing one must harm if not kill the rest of it)

So yes. The idea judgements can send avatars to communicate if desired, but that doing so puts them at risk, makes 100% sense in canon despite coming from Weird Alt sources. It's still not "fully confirmed real" until we see it happen in London, which is deeply deeply deeply unlikely... but I'd say it's very solidly likely to be true

---

This also means judgements are totally having masked balls like we see in Betwixt us and The Sun.

if they do this to "treat with others of their own king and make themselves vulnerable, as a sign of good faith", they are SOOO having parties. Judgements parallel High Society and royalty in many ways.

I've assumed bc they're quite isolated (beyond the cosmic pantopticon) fairly immobile, most of their Correspondance had to be via Messenger. But this suggests they totally do get together sometimes and that's excellent. Judgements are all horrible bastards who high key hate each other but pretend they're a united Above The Rabble species... you KNOW these balls are full of drama a mortal can barely conceive of. The scandal! The erasing from existence!! The fashion!!!

As a judgement enjoyer this is great stuff. The Old Man In Vienna has gained a 2% chance of literally being The White. Sol might have had to hold a Kingdomwarming party for Earth and spent the whole time desperately trying to hide how weird it is. Judgement ocs are legally sanctioned by canon to look however you want bc they can have a "projection" self.

!!!!!!

[viric-dreams]

Nite's been expanding his social circle beyond the LoN revs since coming to London. Notably, his acquaintance with @paintandpensandyarn's Myfanwy, an expert on the correspondence (knowledge he absolutely does not need to know for explosives-related purposes). And he knows exactly whom to ask when the sigils start to make too much sense...

Pictured: a man clearly not about to learn anything surprising about himself.

[santoschristos]

“Holy, holy, holy.”

The Beauty of the Seraphim

“The Seraphim are all eyes — they can perceive true beauty.”

I believe this is a quote from Kathleen Norris; however, don’t quote me on that. In any event, it is a curious and fascinating statement.

The seraphim are the highest order of angels in the pseudo-Dionysian hierarchic scheme, and in the Jewish tradition, also. They surround the throne of Glory and utter the Trisagion incessantly: “Holy, holy, holy.”

According to one tradition, they are the angels of love, and light, and of fire. III Enoch states that their number is limited to 4: “corresponding to the 4 winds of the world.” And in Enoch II they are described as having four faces and six wings, as in Isaiah chapter 6.

Some scholars maintain that the only Old Testament reference to the seraphim is in Isaiah 6. Although others assert that Numbers 21:6, the “fiery serpents,” could refer to the seraphim. And ostensibly, they are not even directly referred to in the New Testament autograph, except perhaps obliquely in Rev. 4:8.

Their prince has been named variously as Seraphiel, Jehoel, Metatron, Michael, and Satan himself, before he fell, of course. However, that cannot be, as Satan is described as a mere cherub, that is, having only four wings.

By some, the seraphim are equated with the ophanim, which may be rendered either ‘wheels,’ or ‘many-eyed ones.’ And since they are all eyes, they can perceive true beauty. At least, that’s what is implied. Is this true? And to what do the “eyes” refer?

The reference to the “eyes” of the seraphim is found in Revelation 4:8, which reads: “And the four Zoa had each of them respectively, six wings; around and within they are full of eyes.”

And there is another oblique reference to the “eyes” in Ezekiel 1:18: “Their rims were high and awesome, and all four rims were full of eyes all around.” And it must be noted, that the “eyes” in this passage appear to be within the wheels of the Chariot of Adonai; so this may not refer to the seraphim at all.

Very few commentators will discuss the “eyes” of Revelation 4:8. So let’s look at the angelic hierarchy: the First, and the foremost, is Adonai eloheinu as the commander in chief of all the angelic armies. The next level down in the hierarchy is composed of the archangels who command individual armies. And from there, to the General Staff, who make the angelic army function. And they worship, too.

Ah, worship! To know and understand how to worship.

The KJV puts it this way: “And round about the throne were four and twenty seats; and upon the seats, I saw four and twenty elders sitting, clothed in white raiment, and they had on their heads crowns of gold.” Rev. 4:6

‘And’ is the conjunctive use of the conjunction kai, which means ’also.’ And with it, is the adverb of place, kuklothen; and it is used as an improper preposition with the noun thronos: “also around the throne.” The ellipsis demands the repetition of the verb ‘I saw,’ be inserted; and the direct object is composed of three words, all of which are the objects of the verb. “And around the throne I saw….” Eikosai, twenty; and with it the accusative of tessares: twenty-four additional thrones. And these thrones are reserved for the angelic general staff.

These angels have authority in the heavens during the periods of the Church Age, the Tribulation and the Millennium. These angels have achieved great status — wisdom of a spiritual type.

From this, perhaps, another form of beauty is organization. For organization allows the efficient use of many elements: time, space, money, materiel, etc. Organization relieves pressure and stress. And these twenty-four angelic staff officers are well organized. Their job is to apply correct information and data to any situation.

“And upon the thrones…” then the present passive participle of kathemai: they were sitting. And people who sit, think. Correct action must be supported by thought. Thus, these twenty-four angels are thinking, not doing. Indeed, they are just being. They know they are loved. They realize and acknowledge Who and What God is. They acknowledge pure, radical Love as beauty nonpareil. --Randall Radic Aug 21, 2023

[where-is-soldiersam]

@detective-fez

(prev) Fez felt shitty, then raised his lid at the door, he was about to fling himself at it until Amy spun back. He listened to her and as she spoke his eye widened. “Your priest?!” He asked, aghast. All that humoring himself came back to haunt him, his head spun with horrible thoughts of what could happen. He smoothed down his trench coat with trembling hands and felt the blaster from a few days ago which reminded him he was in control of this situation. He sighed “Ah, I mean uh- yeah. Okay.” He breathed. “Yeah, sure.”

Amy gave Fez a weird look before remembering any outsider would probably have that reaction to the prospect of meeting an evil cult priest. And yeah, Amy knew going to see Mike first was an awful idea, but she figured it’d be sooner or later before he and Fez met anyways, so might as well get it out of the way with the hopes he won’t totally obstruct their search for clues. 

As Amy turned toward the wall, she caught sight of Fez patting down his trench coat and immediately understood the implications. She supposed she was glad to know he was smart enough to come armed. She then knelt down and pushed a panel on the wall, which in turn pushed back out so she could remove it. She crawled into the hole which led into a narrow tunnel, assuming Fez would follow after.

Indeed the narrow tunnel led to the vestry, where Reverend Mike was monitoring some security feeds on his laptop. He was waiting. The past few days he’d been keeping a close eye on Amy, and on her online activity, too. He knew she’d been corresponding with a detective. He wanted to be the first to speak with him when she inevitably dragged him to the Glornch. Mike would’ve had no qualms with simply doing away with any gumshoe who stepped into the Glornch, but he’d also done a deep dive on this Fez fellow’s blog and had a sneaking suspicion he had ties to Heath. The last thing he wanted to do was to draw her attention.

As Reverend Mike heard the two draw closer in the secret tunnel, he closed the security feed windows, opened a document of sermon notes, and turned around in his chair with a faux-surprised look on his face just as Amy and Fez entered through a door styled as a bookshelf.

The vestry was lavishly decorated with fancy paintings, display garments, and decorative weapons on the red walls. There were many wardrobes and shelves. All of the furniture was made from fine dark wood. In the middle was a desk where the priest sat. He was sharply dressed in a cassock and thin-framed glass. His eyelid seemed to droop in a perpetual expression of concern.

"Hey Rev," Amy flatly greeted with a half-hearted bow. "Someone locked the fuckin' main doors on me. Anyway I'd like you to meet my, uh, Glorble study s-student..." She awkwardly gestured to Fez.

Reverend Mike had a clear look of doubt on his face as he eyed the detective, but soon gave him a polite smile.

[hiswordsarekisses]

(From Hebrew For Christians)”The sages state "the seal of God is truth," by which they mean that truth bears its own witness to reality. Spiritual truth is ultimately personal, since it is "lived truth," and therefore it is part of the inner will of the person. A true person's life will agree with his or her words; the inner and the outer will correspond and align. The apostle Paul wrote that God's firm foundation (i.e., yesod: יְסוֹד) bears this distinctive seal: on one side is imprinted, "The LORD knows those who are his" (יוֹדֵעַ יְהוָה אֵת אֲשֶׁר־לוֹ) and on the other side is imprinted, "Let everyone who names the Name of the LORD depart from iniquity" (כּל־הַקּוֹרֵא בְּשֵׁם יְהוָה יָסוּר מֵעָוֶל; 2 Tim. 2:19). People can say one thing and believe another, but ultimately no one can "fake" the truth: God bears witness to what is real, as it says, "All are naked and exposed to the eyes of Him to whom we must give account" (Heb. 4:13). The LORD knows who are really his own, and who are impostors. As Yeshua said: "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them (וַאֲנִי יוֹדֵעַ אתָן), and they follow me" (John 10:27).

We can test whether our faith is genuine by first asking whether we are trusting Yeshua to be our only means of salvation (and sanctification) -- believing that he alone is our means of finding the righteousness of God (צִדְקַת אֱלהִים), -- and then honestly examining our actions to see whether we evidence the love of God (John 14:1; 15:9-10; 1 John 4:7-8). "Whoever says he lives in Him ought to walk in the same way in which he walked" (1 John 2:6). May the LORD help each of us to evidence in the power the "seal of truth..."

The Hebrew word for truth is emet (אֱמֶת), a word that consists of the first, middle, and last letter of the Hebrew alphabet, indicating that truth encompasses all things and endures from the beginning (א) to the end (ת). But notice that if we remove the letter Aleph from the word, we are left with מֵת, (dead), the opposite of חַיִּים (life). The letter Aleph is the ineffable letter that represents oneness and God's preeminent glory. Therefore, if we attempt to ignore or suppress God in our understanding of truth, we end up with death...

Yeshua our Messiah is called “the Aleph and the Tav” (הָאָלֶף וְהַתָּו), "the first and the last" (הָרִאשׁוֹן וְהָאַחֲרוֹן). These are divine titles that belong exclusively to YHVH (Isa. 41:4, 44:6, 48:12; Rev. 1:1,17-18; 22:13). Pilate's famous question, "What is truth?" is a category mistake, since truth is not about "what" but about "Who." That is, truth is not something objective and static, a thing to be known and studied from a distance. No. Truth is up-close and personal.... You don’t judge the truth, but the truth will reveal what is within you... [Hebrew for Christians]