#elijah's robes

[chaosintheavenue]

Kayli's officially on her way to scare the living shit out of Trin's dad lol

[uhhhhmanda]

OK, I finished my first rewatch of TDJ. I am left with only one question. How many robes does one man need?

[p1nk-pallas]

Every time I see yellow stars on a purple background I shriek ELIJAH VOLKOV

[c0gito]

guess who just finished a lamb design after 6 hours but now i immediately hate it so im starting over again 😋💞💞

[thegreatsharkleve]

Elijah dresses like he fell through a series of thrift stores located on the Californian boardwalk that were stocked almost exclusively with the wardrobe cast offs from the 80s version of Magnum PI. The only shoes he owns besides sandals are a pair of cowboy boots, one (1) pair of worn out sneakers, and fluffy pink bunny slippers. 

His fashion aesthetic could be called “Bad To Look At” and one of my FCmates sends me every metallic dye her retainers bring her because she knows they’ll be used for questionable excellent fashion decisions

Every day is island time. Meandering around chain smoking and remembering to shave every other day, matrix dodging the Mythril Eye dress code.

 A Jimmy Buffet exterior and a Dead Kennedys soul.

so far on my wanders around ffxiv blogs here I’ve found a bunch of pretty characters with very fine glams. Which is good and all but is anyone posting about their weirdo characters or tiger dads or what.

[wholoveseggs]

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{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} Request {@originals23}: I Just gotta get an Elijah request in as well though: Female reader, Kinks 5, 13 and 26! Can't wait until it's finally fall!! Xoxo

♡♡♡ Ahhh! I adore you @originals23, this combo is divine ..♡♡♡

2.3k words - Kinks: squirting, daddy && lots of teaching ..

There was nothing quite like the feeling of anticipation, equal parts excitement and anxiety, building in the pit of your stomach. It made you feel alive, and as you waited for your boyfriend to show up at your door, that feeling was overwhelming you.

Earlier that day, you had been texting him about something or another. The conversation turned a little raunchy and, while you weren't complaining, you decided to have a little fun with him. So, you had texted him asking him what he would do if you were in front of him, completely naked and waiting for him.

His answer had you blushing down to your chest and clenching your thighs together, but it had also led to him promising that he'd show you in person if you wanted him to. Now here you were, waiting for him to make good on his promise.

It was Elijah after all, and he always kept his word.

Your heart leaped into your throat at the sound of the doorbell, sending a wave of nervous excitement through you. You took a shaky breath, smoothing your hands down your sides to calm your trembling fingers. With each step toward the door, your pulse quickened, anticipation tightening in your chest. When you finally opened it, there he stood. Calm, collected, and already making your knees weak.

"Hey." You said, your heart skipping a beat when you looked into his warm, dark eyes.

"Hello, darling." Elijah’s voice was deep, smooth, and laced with the quiet authority that always left you breathless. He stood there, immaculate as always, his dark suit perfectly tailored to his broad frame, his eyes studying you with a hunger just beneath the surface of his usual restraint.

You took a moment to drink him in, trying to slow your racing heart. It didn't work. You were certain he could hear the way your pulse raced and your heart fluttered.

"Waiting for me, were you?" His lips curved into a knowing smile as he closed the door behind him.

"I... um..."

The way he looked at you left you feeling exposed. Like he could see right through the thin robe you had on, like he could see exactly how wet you were just from the sight of him.

"Yes," you said, looking up at him through your lashes, your heart still fluttering in your chest. "I was."

He moved closer, his fingers trailing up your arm before settling at your jaw, tipping your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he murmured, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip. "I like it when you wait for me."

You shuddered at his praise, his words sending heat straight between your legs.

Elijah chuckled softly, his hand falling to the small of your back, pulling you against him.

"I take it you enjoyed my reply earlier," he mused, his fingers dancing over your ribs.

"You could say that." You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His eyes darkened, his gaze raking over you as his grip on you tightened, then he pulled on the tie of your robe, letting it fall open.

"Show me exactly how much." His voice was low, demanding, and when he looked at you, it was as if he was peering directly into your soul.

You pulled away from him, taking a step back to give him a better view, your skin flushing as he took in the sight of your naked body. His gaze traveled slowly over your curves, his lips parting slightly, a soft groan escaping him.

You playfully twirled around, giving him a full view, feeling the heat of his stare like a physical caress.

"Well, what do you think?" You teased, biting your lip, watching him hungrily.

"Come here." Elijah commanded, motioning with his hand, his voice low, laced with want.

You shook your head and gave him a cheeky grin, before breaking out into a run towards the bedroom.

You giggled, hopping onto the bed and rolling onto your back. He didn't give chase, instead he leaned in the doorway, tossing aside his suit jacket and unbuttoning his cufflinks.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" You asked, batting your lashes innocently.

"Daddy?" He raised a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm going to show you why you shouldn't call me that."

His threat was thrilling, making you clench around nothing. You sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows, watching him intently as he slowly rolled his sleeves up, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You know," he began, moving closer. "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. It's quite distracting."

"Sorry," you grinned, not meaning a word of it.

"Oh, I'm sure you are." He leaned over you, his hands on either side of you, caging you in.

"Elijah," you whispered, reaching for him, running your hands down his chest, working on the buttons of his shirt. "Take this off."

He didn't move, just smiled and leaned down, his lips a hair's breadth from yours.

"What did you call me, sweetheart?" He whispered, his breath fanning over your face, his voice low and rough.

"Sorry, Daddy." You purred, arching your back and pressing yourself against him, letting him feel just how desperate you were for him.

His breath caught, a slight tremble going through him as his control began to slip. "There's my good girl," he groaned, kissing you, his lips soft and insistent, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you.

The feeling of his clothes against your naked body made you moan, your nipples pebbling as you tried to rub yourself against him.

He loved having you like this, desperate and begging, and you loved giving him that power. There was something about submitting to him, letting him use you however he wanted, that had you soaked in a way no other man could ever compare to.

You moaned into the kiss, gripping his shirt tighter, pulling him closer. He kissed you harder, deeper, his hand moving in-between your thighs, cupping your mound.

"So wet for me already," he whispered against your lips, his fingers brushing over your slit. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

You nodded eagerly, pushing against his hand.

He chuckled, his lips trailing along your jaw, his fingers teasing you, just barely slipping inside of you, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit.

"I want to show you something special," he murmured, nipping at your neck. His fingers dipped lower, circling your entrance, gathering up the slick dripping from you, spreading it over your clit. "Something your body can do, just for me."

"Please .. " You moaned, tilting your head back, giving him better access.

He hummed, his lips dragging over your throat, his fingers sliding back to your entrance, slipping inside of you.

He pulled back, his fingers curling, his thumb circling your clit, the pace slow and torturous. He found that special spongy spot inside you, pressing on it as he expertly played with your clit.

As Elijah’s fingers pressed harder against that sweet spot inside you, something deep within started to unravel, the pleasure building in a way that was almost unbearable. Your thighs began to shake, and your entire body tensed, on the verge of something more intense than you’d ever experienced before. You could feel it, a pressure mounting, threatening to spill over, but you weren’t sure if you could handle it.

You clung to his biceps, feeling his muscles flex under your fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to read every little movement and shift of your body. He loved the way you squirmed and moaned beneath him, the way your walls clenched around his fingers, the way your hips bucked as he worked his fingers faster.

The filthy, visceral sound of his fingers fucking into you was obscene, only serving to turn you on even more. You whimpered, feeling the heat pooling between your legs, the pleasure building higher and higher.

"Just relax," he murmured, his voice husky, his thumb brushing over your swollen clit. "Let go for me."

You gasped, gripping his shirt, your thighs shaking. "Fuck... please..."

The tension snapped, and your hips bucked violently as the overwhelming release tore through you. It wasn't just a regular orgasm. You cried out as your body gave in completely, liquid rushing from you in a hot, sudden wave, soaking his hand, your thighs, and the sheets beneath you. The feeling was both foreign and liberating, like you’d lost all control, your body surrendering completely to his touch.

Elijah let out a soft groan, watching the pleasure wash over your features.

"So perfect," he whispered, leaning down and capturing your lips with his, swallowing the moans escaping your throat.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw, nipping at your neck. His fingers continued their relentless assault, drawing more liquid from you with each thrust, the wet, squelching sound echoing in the room.

"My gorgeous girl," he praised, his teeth grazing over your pulse.

The praise had you whimpering, your hips rocking against his hand, the friction driving you crazy. You were so close, the coil inside you ready to snap again, and Elijah knew it.

"Daddy... Please it's too much," you whined, feeling another orgasm quickly building.

He smiled against your skin, his fingers slowing.

"You can do it," he murmured, nuzzling your cheek. "One more for me, hmm? Show me what a good girl you can be."

The words had the tension snapping, your back arching as a second, powerful orgasm rushed through you, making you scream. Your hips rocked and writhed against his hand, another flood of liquid gushing out of you, drenching his hand, the bed, and your thighs.

"That's it, that's my girl." Elijah groaned, his eyes darkening as he watched the pleasure wash over your features.

You tugged hard on his shirt, wild and desperate to feel his skin against yours, wanting to hold him close. He seemed to sense your need, pulling his hand from you and moving to sit next to you.

You quickly pushed him onto his back, climbing onto him and straddling his hips, the heat between your legs pressed against the bulge straining against his slacks.

You ground against him, the feeling of the rough material against your sensitive clit sending a delicious spark of pleasure through you.

"Fuck... " He hissed, his hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you harder against him.

"Need you..." You whispered, leaning down and kissing him, your tongue darting into his mouth, tasting him.

You sat up, working on the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his warm, soft skin beneath your fingers. When his shirt was finally open, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight of his chest, the muscles rippling beneath his smooth skin, the light dusting of hair leading down into his slacks.

You bit your lip, tracing a finger over the trail, loving the way his muscles twitched and flexed beneath your touch. You reached his pants, fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and the leather creaking as you tugged it free. You worked his slacks open, your hand delving into his briefs, pulling out his hard, throbbing cock.

You gripped his length, pumping him slowly, your thumb swiping over the tip, spreading the pre-cum leaking from him.

His hand covered yours, guiding you, showing you exactly how he liked it.

"So good," he groaned, his hips bucking, thrusting into your fist.

"Let me make you feel good, Daddy." You whispered, letting go of him and positioning yourself over his length.

You were still sensitive and sore, and the thought of taking him had your heart hammering in your chest. But the moment his tip was at your entrance, you couldn't help but sink down onto him, moaning at the delicious stretch of his thick length.

He sat up, his hands digging into your hips, helping you bounce on him.

"Just like that," he groaned, his voice strained, watching the way you moved above him. "You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

The praise sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you couldn't help but clench around him, the pressure building inside you.

"Yes, Daddy," you gasped, throwing your head back, losing yourself in the sensation. "Feels so good."

Your thighs were shaking from the effort, your muscles beginning to ache, but you couldn't stop. You needed him, needed this, needed the way he made you feel.

His eyes were fixed on you, watching the way your breasts bounced, your hips moving fluidly as you rode him, your skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He could tell you were close, your breathing ragged, your walls fluttering around him, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer either.

"Daddy ... " You whimpered, looking into his eyes, the desperation evident in your gaze.

"I've got you," he grunted, his grip tightening, moving your hips for you.

"Come for me, sweetheart."

The command was enough to send you over the edge, a powerful orgasm tearing through you, the pleasure nearly overwhelming.

"Good girl," Elijah murmured, pulling you against him and flipping you onto your back. He kissed you roughly, his tongue invading your mouth, tasting you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he thrust into you, his movements slow and deep, dragging out your pleasure.

"So fucking beautiful," he groaned, breaking the kiss, his breath fanning over your lips.

"Want you to come," you whimpered, arching your back, pressing your breasts against him.

He growled, his hand moving to the bed beside your head, holding himself up. His pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours, his cock hitting that special spot inside of you, drawing a cry from your lips.

"Elijah!" You cried, another orgasm rushing through you, leaving you trembling and gasping.

He thrust into you once more, burying himself deep, his cock pulsing and twitching, spilling inside of you. He stilled, panting, resting his forehead against yours, his breath fanning over your cheeks.

You held him close, stroking his back, enjoying the weight of him on top of you. You felt like you were floating, the only thing tethering you to the earth was his weight on top of you. A soft giggle left your lips and he lifted his head to look at you.

"That was ... incredible." You said, still breathless.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses to your jaw.

"Did I do well, daddy?" You asked, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"You can't call me that outside of the bedroom," he chuckled, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

"I won't, but it's fun to see how flustered you get," you teased, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Me flustered? You are the one who can barely say the word without blushing." He countered, a smug smile on his face.

"Whatever you say... Daddy," you purred, grinning at the way his jaw clenched and his eyes darkened.

He narrowed his eyes at you, his hand sliding down and grabbing your ass, making you yelp.

"Naughty girl." He growled, his lips inches from yours.

You giggled and pulled him in for another kiss, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close, keeping your bodies connected.

He eventually broke the kiss, a grin forming on his lips.

"What?" You asked, curious about his expression.

"I believe I owe you new sheets," he chuckled.

"I think we're going to need new everything," you replied, realizing the mess that was surrounding you.

"You can stay at my place tonight, my sheets are silk, and very very dry," he offered, his voice low and playful. "And my shower is big enough for two."

You blushed and buried your face in his chest, laughing softly and nodding your head. He was the perfect teacher and you couldn't wait to see what other lessons he had for you.

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[yarafic]

Imagine~ You get hurt while arguing with Stefan and Elijah finds you

"Why do you still care about her?" I yelled

He rubbed his temple and gave me a look, and toon a deep breath.

"Y/n, you know what Elena means to me." He says as he takes a step forward.

"Stefan, you told me that you won't see her anymore. That you will let your brother and the rest of the Save Elena squad to do the saving." I retaliate back to him, I was done and beyond annoyed that he will drop anything to save her.

He looked at me and stayed silent, he took a step back and sat down on the couch. I knew he did not want to argue anymore but I was done with him putting Elena first then me. I am his girlfriend, he should put me first. I shook my head and said, "I'm sorry, I can no longer do this."

In that moment his head instantly look back right up, he replied angrily," You are being unbelievable! This is just your jealously talking. I only love you! How many times do I have to tell you? Just because Elena is my ex, who for a fact means nothing to me!"

"If she means nothing to you then why are you still helping her out. If she means nothing to you then why isn't when she is in trouble you drop everything to go and save her. If she means nothing to you then why you always go back to her."

I shook my head and sighed, "I can't do this anymore. This is over. I do not want to be in a relationship where my significant other is still attach to his ex. I do not want to feel like I am the second choice."

I walk toward the door and left, I heard Stefan calling for me to come back inside. I kept on walking.

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I was now in the woods, tears fell down my face. I am such a fool to believe that he was over her. I sat down and look up at the starry sky, you have a better view of the stars.

Sat there alone with my thoughts, I am finally hearing my thoughts for the first in two years being in this relationship. I am scared to were my thoughts will lead me to.  The wind blows harder, shivers runs down my spine and I knew I'll be staying here for the night.

I slowly closed my eyes, then I heard a snap from my right. Fear rises through me, I was scared to see what will come at me. I slowly got on my feet and began to take steps back. I remembered myself to take deep breaths and to maintain calm. A small adorable bunny hop out of the bush, I began laughing hysterically because of the fear that I felt. A hand place itself on my shoulder, I jumped away from the mysterious silohoute and turn around, to see Elijah Mikaelson standing there.

"Y/n, do by telling me why are you in the woods?" He questions.

You gave a skeptical look and replied back, "Do tell Elijah, why are you back in Mystic Falls? Aren't you suppose to be New Orleans?"

He chuckles softly and shook a his head, "You still have that witty attitude."

You smiled softly and replied, "I got into an argument with Stefan."

He shook his head, took his hand out for me to hold, I careful put my hand on his. He locks his fingers with mine, he began walking forward. I stumble with my own feet, he wraps his arm around my waist.

"You're still clumsy." He retaliates.

I huff in annoyance, he has the nerve to drag me around as if I am a nuisance of a child that wants a piece of candy from the store and the mother sad no.

But here I am allowing him to drag me to that unknown place, I am a fool. Maybe those are the reasons why Stefan chose to hang out with Elena more than he ever did with me.

We come near to A house, wait a minute not a house, a freaking mansion. I took a better look it was the Mikaelson Manor, this was where they use to live until the business that Klaus had in New Orleans, he decided to leave Mystic Falls.

Elijah opens the door to the mansion, gesture for me to sit down and stay there. He came back with nightgown and a robe then told me to take a shower.

______

When I got of the shower I heard voices downstairs, I followed the voices until I reach to the study where they were at. There stood, Elijah and Klaus, they both look at me and smiled.

"Hello, love. How are you?" Klaus greets me and open his arms wide for a hug.

I accept the warm hug that I miss, he whispers into my ear saying that he knows that i I am having trouble in paradise.

He lets go and Elijah hands me papers, I took hold of the  stack of paper then gave ten both looks "what's is this for?"

"You have now where to stay so Klaus and I decided that the Mikaelson Manor will be yours now at the moment." He explains.

"I will pick up your belonging and put them in my old room and for right now we will be eating pizza." Klaus says.

You are very thankful for having them in your life, mostly Elijah. He has been the only one person to help in stressful situations.

𝔸/𝕟: 𝕚 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖

[amikaelsonstory]

Not the end, but a new beginning - III

Chapter III

Warning: smut, blood, (sorry about the delay guys, I'll edit this post later with the tag list)

As the eldest Mikaelson brother gets more suspicious about their new guest, a memory from his life in Europe unfolds, bringing Elijah over the edge.

As Hope guided Minna to the guests’ room, Minna’s eyes ran all over the Mikaelson’s place, trying to see if she could get some clue of what was happening and why they wanted her so bad.

“Here it is” – Hope opened the door and turned to Minna, waving around then holding her own hands down, feeling a bit of ashamed by the way her family found to bring Minna to them – ‘There’s towels and a robe in the bathroom, if you want…to take a shower, I don’t know’ – Hope felt her cheeks flushing , she couldn’t help to not feel glad and hopeful Minna was there, so she got closer to her and held her hands, looking up to her eyes. – “See you in the evening” - and disappeared before Minna could say anything.

Meanwhile downstairs, Elijah, who tried his best to regain his usual composure, was drinking some bourbon at the study room looking out of the window, when Klaus busted room in, confident as nobody hasn’t seeing in quite a while. – “There you are, brother! You missed the unboxing of our brand-new weapon against the hollow” – Klaus cheered while poured himself a glass as well – ‘And if I may add, she’s quite ravishing’.

‘Niklaus... ‘– Elijah finally moved his gaze to his brother, placing a hand on his pockets – ‘Doesn’t it feel too...easy? Discovering this woman, bringing her home, close to us, to Hope. Shouldn’t we be more careful in times like this?’ – He started walking around the room, avoiding facing his brother in an attempt to disguise his real worries. Klaus heavily set on the couch, taking a large sip of bourbon – Brother, she seems to be the key for what we need, but in case she isn’t, I’m sure we won’t have any issues in ending her as well – he rose his eyebrows and smirked to his brother, lifting the glass up – ‘Don’t be so… how you lot call me? Paranoid’

As Minna finished her shower, she wore a silk black robe that was kindly placed on her bed and walked towards the balcony, combing her wet hair and trying to organize her thoughts. She was apprehensive, although that family was very warm welcoming her, something deep in her guts felt wrong. To push away her fears, Minna figured that walking around the compound would be a wise idea, in case she needed to scape. As she walked through the shadowy hallways, a husky deep voice took her by surprise.

‘Miss Murray, I believe I didn’t have the honor’ – Elijah appeared unannounced, making Minna gasp in surprise, but laughed softly placing one hand on her chest – ‘Dear Lord, you scared me!!’ – she turned to face him, breathing heavily. Her eyes ran all over the man facing her, his open hand in the air, indicating he wished to greet her. As Elijah took her hand and lift to meet his lips, his eyes were locked on hers, he felt like time had stopped. The roses smell on her skin, her soft fingers, her touch…It couldn’t be real. – ‘I’m Elijah Mikaelson, you met my siblings I believe.’ – He kept her hand on his, as his eyes dropped to the black silk robe she was wearing. The fabric was delicate, hugging her hips and breasts, allowing him to see her chest moving up and down as Minna's breath was still uneasy by the surprise approach. She was barefoot, which allowed him to recognize those delicate feet, absorbing every detail completely. As Elijah lifted his eyes to meet hers again, he was taken somewhere else.

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Vienna, 1886.

It was a breezy autumn night, Elijah was leaning against the window, looking the few pedestrians walking on streets of Vienna. He was distracted, hands in his pockets trying to disguise his anxiety, when he heard some soft steps approaching – ‘Dear Lord, you scared me!’ – Elisabeth gasped in surprise, giggling by the sight of Elijah in her room. She stepped slowly towards him, playing with the ribbons of her nightdress – ‘You were not supposed to be here Elijah, Mrs. Berger doesn’t allow gentlemen in the rooms’. He opened a warm smile as Elisabeth approached him with a cheeky glow on her face.

 – ‘Well, you were not at Dr. Freud’s lecture this afternoon, so I felt the obligation to come here and check for your wellbeing’ – Elijah grabbed Elisabeth by her waist, bringing her close enough to feel his lips ghosting over hers, filling the air thick with tension.  Elisabeth stood on her tiptoes, ran her hands through Elijah’s torso up and down, vociferating – ‘Liar’ – with a giggle before catching his lips on hers.  As their lips and tongues devoured each other’s, she slid a hand around his neck, softly pull his hair. Elijah pulled her closer, placing a hand on her back, sliding the other down to her hip, grabbing her butt cheek eagerly – ‘Not lying Elis, a single day without the sight of you is a nightmare to me’- He broke the kiss to cup her cheeks, his thumbs softly caressing her face – ‘I truly mean it, darling’.

Elisabeth held Elijah’s hands and took one to her lips, kissing it satinly as her she closed her eyes – ‘I know my love, I know’- She suddenly opened her eyes and leapt over the bed, sitting on her heels- ‘So why don’t you tell how was your wasted day while you brush my hair?’.

Elijah unclasped his cufflinks, folding his sleeves and set behind Elisabeth on the bed. He took a brush for her nightstand and softly started untangling her long chestnut hair. He pulled all to one side, exposing her neck and a part of her shoulder, running his hand up and down, slightly pressing her neck. As Elisabeth closed her eyes, enjoying his touch, she opened her lips releasing a soft moan, making Elijah’s fangs stand, feeling his member tight up inside his trousers – ‘I got a gift for you, but you must keep your eyes closed’- he whispered on her ear, nibbling it down to her neck.  Elisabeth nodded, rubbing her hands on her nightdress fabric, as her arousal was increasing by feeling Elijah’s touch. He fasted the necklace on her neck and guided her to the large mirror on the bed side. – ‘Now you may look’ – he held his beloved, crossing his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder, watching her reaction on the mirror.

‘Elijah!’ – She gasped surprised, her big onyx eyes were brightening by the diamonds sparkles – ‘This is... too much. It’s beautiful’ – Elisabeth hissed mesmerized, turning her face to capture his lips. ‘It’s nothing compared to what you mean to me Elis. And it’s just an overture to what I need to say’ – Elijah was placing soft kissed on her skin while his skilled fingers unbuttoned her nightdress. Elis laid her head back on his shoulder, pressing her hips against his, feeling his bulge urging to be released.

As her nightdress dropped by her feet, Elijah cupped his hands on her breasts, squeezing them with some pressure, making Elis moan a bit louder as he sank his fangs deep on her neck, drinking her eagerly. Her blood dripped from her neck, his mouth, tainting the diamonds, making a bloody mess all over her naked body. Elis put her hands behind her back, unbuttoning Elijah’s trousers, releasing his cock, running her hands up and down on it, making him retrieve his fangs, to catch a breath. He ran his hand down her body, coating his fingers with blood and sliding two of them inside her from behind.

Elis’ high-pitched moan was suffocated by Elijah’s wrist, as she sank her fangs on it, drinking from him, as he pushed his fingers deep inside her and withdraw them slowly, making her bend over the mirror. She placed both of her hands on it, staining blood over the mirror’s surface, meeting Elijah’s gaze through it. He stroked his length with his free hand, placing his cock between her butt cheeks, sliding it easily with all her blood and wetness, ready to swap places with his fingers inside her. Elisabeth’s moans became louder, irregular, as she was pressing her hips against his hand, whispering his name, until they heard someone shouting outside.

-MISS MAGYAR!! MISS MAGYAR! What is happening here?! – An old lady was knocking fiercely on the door, demanding Elisabeth to open it immediately.

The knocks on the door were so loud that Elijah was brought back to the present time, out of his memory dream.  His eyes focused on Minna’s, noticing he was still holding her hand tightly. She lifted her free hand and touched his face softly – ‘Elijah? Are you okay?’

‘Please forgive me, Miss Murray’ – Elijah released her hand as he bolted away, disappearing through the dark hallway.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Wonderland

Summary: You have an expensive hobby, but what are a few bills against an hour or two in heaven?

Pairing: Camboy!Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Content Warnings: Digital Porn 18+!, Edging/Gooning, (Mutual) Masturbation, Parasocial Relationships, Humiliation/Praise, Angst, Pet Names, Porn Addiction, Pussy Spanking, Orgasm Denial

A/N: I’m back again, yapping about Eli…

Camboy!Elijah Playlist, anybody?

No pressure tags: @ohlookapan @queer-crusader @somethingblu3 @blueberrypancakesworld

This is the way that it is

This is the way that it always will be

Something you love turns to something you miss

Something you say turns to something you mean

- Digital Silence By Peter McPoland

The cursor led by your touchpad hovered over the “Pay Now” button displayed by the PayPal bill you were about to pay. 200 bucks for an hour. Absolutely unreasonable in the state of this economy? Yes. But, being honest with yourself, did you really care about that right now? No, that bill would be a problem for end-of-the-month You. As of right now, the only thing you could bring yourself to care for was the rush of serotonin and endorphins that almost literally rested in the palm of your hand, waiting for you to just- click. bought.

Almost immediately, a little black-framed window popped up in the bottom corner of your display, reading “Invitation: Click To Join Private Room” and your heart nearly skipped a beat as the first wave of adrenaline hit your bloodstream, ready to give yourself the ultimate fix you’d been saving up to. You clicked on the invitation link and leaned back in your padded gaming chair, groaning out in pleasurable stimulation as the slick silicone of your favorite dildo pressed against your swollen insides. By now, the material had accumulated all the heat from the body, effectively making it feel nearly like the real deal just without any hassle of actually dealing with another person to begin with.

“Hi.”, The familiar, buttery smooth voice directed only at you cooing through your headset sent a shiver down the curve of your spine, “I was wondering when you’d finally show up.”

The screen lit up in mellow lilac neon the very next moment and your eyes felt like bulging out of their sockets as your lagging, already thoroughly fucked out brain desperately tried to compute what was happening in front of you. Smooth fair skin barely covered by a black satin robe that shimmered regally in the purple hues of his background light, dirty blonde hair that cascaded down sturdy and toned shoulders making you fall in love with the frame on your desktop immediately. Alone for that the 200 bucks had already been worth every fucking penny.

“Sorry.” You typed with your free hand without even looking where your fingertips dipped down on the keyboard.

“No need to be sorry, dear. The only thing that matters is that you’re here now.” The man known to you as Eli smiled gently, eyes lighting up along with it and rendering you weak in the knees.

“You’re so pretty.” You couldn’t help yourself or your fingers from flying over the buttons.

“Why, thank you! But don’t think the flattery will get you any discount!”, His pristine smile turned into a cheeky grin and the very tip of his tongue peeked between perfectly supple lips, “I’m just fucking with you, babe, am I not?”

The man’s entire intonation dropped at the word “fucking”, aiming the question right at you with filthy innuendo, leading a jolt of heat into your face.

“How’d you know?” The question was utterly dull and downright stupid given the circumstances, however, the only thing your arousal-riddled brain managed.

“How could I not know, honey? I’ve had my eyes on your username for quite some time now.” Eli leaned deeper against the headrest of his plain, grey-duvet-covered bed, allowing one shoulder to slip from the confines of smooth silk, “Always such a good little thing watching me stream every night, no? So cute and innocent until you start typing those dirty, dirty comments, hm?”

The way he dragged out the words of teasing humiliation had you clenching around the piece of silicone shoved all the way up into your weeping cunt, making you want to touch yourself so bad but you wouldn’t, not just yet.

“You know the ones I’m talking about, don’t you?”, To keep pushing you further, he pulled out his phone, sleek black phone case against pale skin, and started quoting, “JustASillyKitty commented: God, I need him to be mean to me so bad.”

He scrolled on further: “Fuck, I’d so blow him after I’d wine and dine him. Would let him blow his load all over my face.”

Eli came prepared and you weren’t ready for that in the slightest.

“Aren’t you really just such a silly little pussy cat? A lil’ kitty that wants me to be mean to her, hm?”, You fought with yourself to not just start rubbing your throbbing clit. “Need a man to bully you until you cum?”

“Uh-huh.”, Quivering fingertips hammered down onto the keyboard, “Please, sir.”

Eli tilted his head, hand tossing his phone onto the sheets before he flipped his hair to the side, revealing a cleanly shaved undercut and just by the way he moved, straightened his posture, and squared his shoulders, you knew that you’d gotten to him.

“Oh, you are one observant doll, no? Gotta be a real OG to remember I’m into that.”, His praise was accompanied by a smile that almost came across as shy, flustered perhaps, “Do you think you can do something for sir?”

“Anything!” The reply shot out from your fingertips so fast it was pathetic.

“Would you turn on that cam of yours? I’d like to see just how wet I get you when I tell you all about just how much of a slut you really are, kitty.”

If it hadn’t been for your chair to lean back so generously, you'd have toppled over and slipped from it and for a second you actually hesitated before your mind went blank and compliant again, cursor clicking away on your cam settings.

“My, my…”, Eli hummed, eyes darting to the newly displayed square depicting you naked from the waist down, pink silicone creamed with white coming as a stark contrast against the black of your chair, “Already stuffed, hm? Good girl. Feel like turning on your mic for me as well?”

That wasn’t his usual way to deal with customers but Elijah, indeed, felt curious about you. Not that it mattered in any way but being able to put a voice and well…body parts to a username had its intriguing charms he wouldn’t deny himself of; he could and would get more out of this than plenty of pretty green bills.

The little switch on your headset flicked and only then did it dawn on you that he had you on full display, not only directly seeing you but hearing you stutter out a breathy and coy: “Hi.”

“Hi, you there.”, His piercing blue eyes went back to stare right at his camera, making you feel watched in a way that hollowed out your already shaky breaths, “It’s so nice having a pretty voice like yours to a name now.”

The odd sense of intimacy crept up to you, slithering into your ribcage and holding it hostage in a tight clasp of hammering emotions.

“Just how long have you been at it tonight, hm? You’re soaked.” Your oozing cunt displayed in the corner of his screen had his cock gradually straining against tight black shorts, begging for attention a little louder with every tiny little subconscious roll of your hips into your chair.

“Uh…2 hours, maybe 3?” You admitted hesitantly, suddenly abashed about your little masturbation habit.

“Damn, 3 hours and no orgasm yet? Your clit gotta be so puffy and swollen by now, no? How about you give her some love from me?” Eli titled his head a little further, exposing his sharp jawline and slender neck, teasing with a smile.

“Like that?” Finally, you led your hand down amidst your thighs, nimble fingers finding your overly sensitive and slick-soaked clit to toy with it.

“There you go.”, Eli cooed in return, his own head trying to stay reasonable and maybe not get his rocks off to a customer that he had on speaker right now, “Look at you, obedient little whore, so needy after three hours of bouncing on that nice silicone cock.” Makes me so fucking hard just looking at it, princess.

“Fuck…”, It slipped right past your lips and into the microphone of your headset, the moan resonating miles away in a purple-lit bedroom, “Feels so good, I can’t stop once I start.”

“Oh, I know. Can’t stop staring at me stream, probably bouncing that pretty ass up and down that dildo to every minute of it. Worshiping me and all the things I do to my body like I want good, brain-dead whores like you to.” Something in your head just short-circuited, had everything else blackening from your vision, surroundings becoming irrelevant because all you cared for was the buzz from between your legs and that maddeningly beautiful man in front of you.

You could’ve been offered the world on a silver plate but nothing of it would make you want to ever quit hiding behind your desktop whilst indulging and splurging on your rented daydream in your personalized digital wonderland. There’d be no reason for you to ever leave when everything you could possibly want was right in front of you, telling you how much of a good slut you were for him. Why try and implement yourself into a society that looked down on people like you, calling them “perverted freaks” or “addicts”? You’d never think about yourself like that; all you wanted was to feel good like everybody else, no? And what was so wrong about that, to begin with?

“What can I say?”, It trickled from your mouth in a raspy laugh, muscles starting to pull on your insides as you flicked and nudged yourself closer to release, “You’re mesmerizing.”

A new gush of wet smeared down the silicone, telling about you being nearly ready to bust.

“Aw, what’s that, about to cum already, kitty? Creaming all over yourself, filthy bitch, stop that.” He angled his words like strokes of a whip breaking through the quiet white noise of your headset, making you flinch and begrudgingly take your fingers off your cunt.

“Ouw, why?” You sniffled, walls clenching around the dildo in protest about being so close and yet denied again.

“Because I say so, silly.”, Eli felt himself leaking into his shorts watching you thrust into the air like a bitch in heat, desperate for whatever stimulation still allowed to you, “What about your tits, princess, have they gotten any attention yet? Bet your nipples are so stiff right now.”

He nearly bit down on his bottom lip to not let his head loll back against the wall behind him, filthy spilling from his mouth faster than he could control as his brain conjured the picture of you pinching down onto a pebbled nipple.

Still caught in the throes of yet another denied orgasm, you could hardly push yourself to palm at your tit, rough and harsh in a weak attempt to play over the ache throbbing through your lower abdomen, the dull pain making you whine out because it rushed straight down to your twitching clit just like everything else.

“Fuck, getting hooked on how needy you sound. Would love to give that pussy a good spanking. Could make you cum with that, no?” Elijah had to fight to keep himself on track, promising himself to just fuck himself stupid after the stream, bust his load all over his bed and soil the sheets with all the dirty thoughts about you he was burning to eventually entertain with his cock in hand.

“Like that, sir?” You snuck yourself right through the loophole of not touching yourself, the inside of your hand slapping down onto your clit in a lewd squelch, making you squirm in your seat.

Eli's eyes widened at the sight as his insides started thrashing and raging over just how pliable and docile you were, imagination going wild with the need to bend you over his desk or have you ride him into oblivion until you couldn't walk the next morning.

Customer this, job that but he couldn't lie to himself and insist on not being turned on beyond reason by you, the way you clung to each of his words like gospel whilst fucking yourself on cam for his amusement. He just had to sit at the top of his bed and enjoy the show he was getting paid for whilst getting drunk on the feeling of power he had over you.

“Just like that. Good girl.” Eli listened to his voice rendering store and coarse, telling how just how much he needed to bust that fucking load to be able to think straight again.

In a brief motion, his eyes rushed to the countdown clock set on his desk and almost groaned out in relief. However, he had to ease you out of it because there was no way he'd let it fall on his name to cause his customers a hefty sub drop. Not only would that be detrimental for his image but also did it not align with his personal principles whatsoever.

“Sweets?” He cooed softly, straightening his back for the last little bit of the session.

“Yeah?” You huffed back, body still dangling on the edge between bliss and pain.

“Can I give you a little task for tomorrow?” Your ears perked up, interest certainly piqued.

“Sure!” You nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t even see it.

“Do you think you can build that orgasm all the way to tomorrow. I just know I'll see your username pop off in the chat, you never let me down, kitty.” Eli's gaze watched the seconds trickle away at the countdown.

“I- I can try.” Now your own thoughts wandered to the digital clock on the task bar at the bottom of your screen, a jolt of dread working through you as you realized that time was getting sparse.

“If you do that for me, I'll promise to give you a little check in tomorrow night, yeah? No bullshit, you'll hear from me, okay?” Eli meant it in all sincerity and that slowly trickled over to you.

“Promised?”, You asked shyly and he nodded with a gentle smile on his lips, “Promised! But I'm afraid I have to get going now, sweets. You okay?”

“Yeah.”, You pressed it out of you, you'd manage that much was the truth, “ ‘M gonna be just fine and see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“There you go.”, He praised on last time before the countdown ticked down further, “See you tomorrow, kitty.”

You soaked all of him in for as long as you could before the video disconnected and your display blacked out with the lack of transmission.

Glazed over, slightly burning eyes darted back to the clock, almost quarter past midnight. You groaned and only reluctantly got up from your chair after shutting off your tower, knowing that it was way past bedtime and that you'd regret spending all your night playing with yourself yet again.

The slippery silicon practically fell right out of you as you got up and tumbled to the floor. With an empty stare, you looked at it rolling over the carpet and you couldn't be bothered with picking it up; who'd complain anyways? The spider living in the corner of your room, obediently eating away at flies and mosquitoes? Yeah, no.

A harrowing sense of emptiness spread through your chest as you crawled underneath your duvet, fabric cold and lifeless, but you pushed it to the side like every afternoon you came back to an empty flat and an equally empty bed.

“Alexa?”, The blue ring around the circular device lit up, “Set an alarm for 6am, please.”

“Alarm set for 5 hours and 40 minutes.” The calm voice exclaimed, and you shoved your head into the pillow.

[museofthepyre]

BASICALLY this is all ROUGH and INCOHERENT IM STILL WORKING ON IT!!!

Basically it mainly focuses on Eljiah (warlock tiefling) who comes from a tiefling clan (cult? Up to you to decide) that worships a dead god (5 seconds to guess who that it) and ooOooaoh rumor has it He has Risen so Elijah goes out to find that guy!!!

On the other side of the world, there's Sydney (half elf circle of spores druid) and Jedidiah (wizard elf) doing God knows what until elijah shows up and basically recruits the two of them Aaahhh hijinks ensues

Theres a lot I still need to work on and think about but umm yeah the floor has been opened for questions 😁

I LOVE THIS OHMYGOD EEEEE OMGOMG… does this mean Elijah has fostered a successful cult? He has a congregation, followers? Or did the cult exist before him… if so, was Sydney pre-prophesied to be the risen god, or did Elijah just hone in on him and go “trust me guys this is him this is the one. Trust me bro. I’m a prophet”

Wizard Jedidiah is so perfect… I wanna see him in wizard attire… waitwait… imagine Elijah showing up to meet the two in his signature cheap wizard costume robe, all like “see my muse? I can be everything he is and MORE” /silly

[nodawnesperia]

Are the celestial twins alive or are they ded, I hope they are alive even if they aren't doing too good :(

Character Profile: Celestial Twins

Woo! My first ask here! I'll treat you to a character profile, hope you enjoy! This is actually one of the better-off characters, though the two have been through some struggles.

Name: Elijah and Lailah

Age at the time of the Barred Gate breaking: ???

Current age: ???

Affiliation: Celestials, Temple of Seers

Appearance: Same as before all things considered, but staying in the desert brought with it the need to cover up more to protect their bodies from the sandstorms. It also helps to hide their identity since many are not only no longer believers but also outright against the Celestials after the Monastery incident. Elijah and Lailah wear sandy-colored robes with hoods over their heads and are adorned with Mauler jewelry to "explain" their powers.

Personality: Elijah and Lailah are some of the few Celestials with some reasonable amount of power, mostly due to their domain being deals, partnerships, and helping others. However, the war has left its scars on them as well. They are more solemn, more quiet. They don't bicker and they refuse to ever leave each other's side. At the Temple of Seers, they're known to help readily and effectively but all the suffering and pain they witness is taking a toll on them, Elijah especially.

Backstory: A new rumor went around the camp. Some said that if you stayed up and snuck into the temple after the sunset, then descended into the deepest catacombs, you would see a mysterious bobbing light that would show you the way to a secret chamber. While the adults performed their duties, several children, both Lightbearer and Mauler, made a pact to find this mysterious light and the secret chamber. Once the night fell, the desert grew colder, and before long, the young explorers met up at the doorstep of the temple. The temple warriors still left behind were tired and overworked and under the cover of night, the children managed to sneak inside. One of the apprentice priests took the lead, taking the group downstairs. The cold got more prevalent, more biting, but the children only pulled out the blankets they brought with them, wrapping themselves up in them. Finally, having reached the bottom of the stairs, they dimmed their lanterns and waited. It took a while. The group was starting to stir, shivers of cold creeping under the light blankets rocking their small bodies. Then, there was light. It was tiny at first, far in the distance. It was gold and white, just like the rumors have said. The children hurriedly rushed after it, watching as it bobbed and moved around the corner. They ran, eager to catch up. It was always just out of their reach but it was growing bigger the closer they managed to get. The labyrinth of underground tunnels was of no worry to the eager children, focused solely on the floating light ahead of them. At last, they seemed to be getting closer. They rounded the last corner, certain they would have it in their hands. But instead, they were met with a dark tunnel that seemed to stretch on forever. The walls of the tunnel were different from the temple's, made of black stone, smooth, tall, with vaulted ceilings and oozing wet cold. The group hesitated. Then, a soft voice called out from the darkness. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Said the voice of a woman, stricken with fear and pain. "Please, help me!" One of the girls made a move to step forth but the apprentice priest held up his hand in front of her. Something was strange about the voice. It sounded too close, too... The more he focused on the tunnel, the stranger it seemed, like it wasn't really there. Like it was all just an illusion. Like a trap. Just as that thought had formed, countless chains sprung up from the floor, wrapping around the arms and legs of the children, causing them to cry out. And then, just as quickly, a flash of firelight and pink sped by, leaving all of the chains in tatters. The children crumpled to the ground in a panic, staring at the back of the sandy-colored robe of a person around their height with pink hair holding an oil lamp in one hand and a small blade in the other. "Quick, this way." Came a voice from behind them. Another person in the same robe was waiting there. He grabbed the arm of the closest boy, lifting him up and pointing to the person in front. "She can only hold them back for a while so hurry up." They did hurry up. Holding hands and leaving their lanterns and blankets behind, they ran with the stranger while metallic clashes echoed from behind them. - As the sun rose over the desert, the temple guards found a surprise at the temple's door. A group of sleeping children huddled together, healing bruises on their arms and legs, and with a single oil lamp and two robes to keep them warm.

[questionable-chnt-hc]

Camp here and there where everything is normal exept elijah volkov is a raging brony and his mask is actually a dirty twilight sparkle mask, his cloak is a twilight sparkle pillow case cut up and poorly sewn to be a cloak, and he wears a mlp shirt and twilight sparkle pajama pants and he's called the 'pony man'

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-elijah volkov fanatic anon

The robe has interior pockets that are all stuffed with collectible figurines

[briwates]

In the ep where Gaon takes Elijah out to see Soohyun, Yohan finds Kkomi seated on his desk in the middle of the day. He then asks "aren't you supposed to be with Elijah ?", which prompts him to go look for her (and then all the stuff that happens after etc). There's also ep 3 where the cat sits next to him on the couch while he's watching tv.

Now, does this mean that if Kkomi isn't with Elijah, she directly goes to Yohan's space ? (Work space nonetheless. I hope she knocked his things off the desk and left cat hair on his robes). If Kkomi goes to Yohan for company that means yohan is, to an extent, cat dad.

[apoemaday]

The Universe as Primal Scream

by Tracy K. Smith

5pm on the nose. They open their mouths And it rolls out: high, shrill and metallic. First the boy, then his sister. Occasionally, They both let loose at once, and I think Of putting on my shoes to go up and see Whether it is merely an experiment Their parents have been conducting Upon the good crystal, which must surely Lie shattered to dust on the floor. Maybe the mother is still proud Of the four pink lungs she nursed To such might. Perhaps, if they hit The magic decibel, the whole building Will lift-off, and we'll ride to glory Like Elijah. If this is it—if this is what Their cries are cocked toward—let the sky Pass from blue, to red, to molten gold, To black. Let the heaven we inherit approach.  Whether it is our dead in Old Testament robes, Or a door opening onto the roiling infinity of space. Whether it will bend down to greet us like a father, Or swallow us like a furnace. I'm ready To meet what refuses to let us keep anything For long. What teases us with blessings, Bends us with grief. Wizard, thief, the great Wind rushing to knock our mirrors to the floor, To sweep our short lives clean. How mean Our racket seems beside it. My stereo on shuffle. The neighbor chopping onions through a wall. All of it just a hiccough against what may never Come for us. And the kids upstairs still at it, Screaming like the Dawn of Man, as if something They have no name for has begun to insist Upon being born.

[frmartinshomiliesandreflections]

26th September >> Fr. Martin's Reflections/Homilies on Today's Mass Readings for Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time (Inc. Luke 9:7-9): ‘Who is this?’

Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

Gospel (Except USA) Luke 9:7-9 'John? I beheaded him; so who is this?'

Herod the tetrarch had heard about all that was being done by Jesus; and he was puzzled, because some people were saying that John had risen from the dead, others that Elijah had reappeared, still others that one of the ancient prophets had come back to life. But Herod said, ‘John? I beheaded him. So who is this I hear such reports about?’ And he was anxious to see Jesus.

Gospel (USA) Luke 9:7-9 John I beheaded. Who then is this about whom I hear such things?

Herod the tetrarch heard about all that was happening, and he was greatly perplexed because some were saying, “John has been raised from the dead”; others were saying, “Elijah has appeared”; still others, “One of the ancient prophets has arisen.” But Herod said, “John I beheaded. Who then is this about whom I hear such things?” And he kept trying to see him.

Reflections (11)

(i) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

It is said of Herod Antipas, the tetrarch of Galilee, at the end of today’s gospel reading that ‘he was anxious to see Jesus’. Why would a powerful ruler like Herod Antipas want to see a preacher and healer from a small village in Galilee? The gospel reading says that he was puzzled because of the various reports he was hearing about Jesus. He was asking himself, ‘Who is this?’ This is the same Herod who had John the Baptist beheaded in prison. According to Luke’s gospel from which we are reading, Herod did get to see Jesus on the eve of Jesus’ death by crucifixion. Pilate sent Jesus to Herod to get his view on this troublesome prophet. According to Luke, Herod questioned him at some length but Jesus gave him no answer. So Herod and his soldiers treated Jesus with contempt, putting an elegant robe on him in mockery and sent him back to Pilate. Herod’s curiosity about Jesus did not bring him to faith in Jesus. Yet, sometimes people’s curiosity about Jesus does bring them to faith. According to the gospel of John, Nicodemus’ curiosity about Jesus brought him to faith eventually. Even people of faith can be curious about Jesus and their curiosity can help to deepen their faith. There is much to be curious about when it comes to Jesus. The question, ‘Who is this?’ remains a valid one for believers. There is such a depth to Jesus that there is no limit to the questions we could ask in his regard. To believe is to see dimly, as Saint Paul says, and, as people of faith, we will always be trying to see more clearly until that heavenly moment when we will see the Lord face to face. More broadly, it is good to notice the questions that our faith gives rise to, questions about God, about Jesus, about the world. Exploring those questions can lead to a deepening of our faith, to a growth in our relationship with the Lord.

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(ii) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

In the gospels different people are shown as reacting to Jesus in different ways. Herod Antipas, the son of Herod the Great, was tetrarch of Galilee during the public ministry of Jesus. He ruled Galilee on behalf of Rome. In this morning’s gospel reading Luke gives us a portrayal of the way Herod Antipas reacted to Jesus. Luke says that when Herod heard about all that was being done by Jesus he was puzzled. He was asking himself the question, ‘Who is this?’ As a result, he was anxious to see Jesus. In Luke’s gospel Herod finally did get to see Jesus. In the course of the passion of Jesus Pilate sent Jesus to Herod for a second opinion but Luke tells us that although Herod questioned him at great length, in the end Herod and his soldiers treated Jesus with contempt and mocked him. Herod was curious about Jesus, but his curiosity did not lead to faith. Yet, there were other people in the gospels who were curious about Jesus and whose curiosity eventually led them to faith. Nathanael and Nicodemus come to mind. Even for people of faith, there is much to be curious about in regard to Jesus. The question of Herod Antipas, ‘Who is this?’ is a good question for us all. It is a question that keeps us searching for Jesus. We always need to be searchers in his regard because we can never know him fully in this life. As Saint Paul says, ‘now we see as in a mirror dimly’. We are all on a quest to know the Lord more clearly so as to love him more dearly and follow him more nearly.

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(iii) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

Herod Antipas who features in today’s gospel reading was tetrarch of Galilee. On one occasion in Luke’s gospel, Jesus refers to him as a ‘fox’. Pharisees had come up to Jesus and said to him, ‘Get away from here, for Herod wants to kill you’, to which Jesus replied, ‘Go tell that fox for me, ‘Listen, I am casting out demons today and tomorrow and on the third day I will finish my work’. Luke would suggest that Herod was in fact hostile to Jesus and that Jesus had very little regard for Herod. Given that Herod had John the Baptist beheaded, we would not expect him to be overly sympathetic to Jesus. When we hear in today’s gospel reading, therefore, that Herod was anxious to see Jesus, we suspect that he didn’t really want to see Jesus to learn from him or to be enlightened by him. It was more a case of a certain kind of curiosity about this unusual preacher and healer. Not everyone who was anxious to see Jesus wanted to see him for the right reasons. In John’s gospel, on the other hand, there is a story of certain Greeks who come to Philip, one of Jesus’ disciples, and say to him, ‘Sir, we wish to see Jesus’. Here indeed were true searchers who really wanted to come to know Jesus more fully so as to follow him more closely. They were responding to Jesus’ invitation to ‘Come and see’. We can all identify with those Greeks who wanted to see Jesus, who wanted to know him more deeply. That is one aspect of our baptismal calling. It is true that we will never know the Lord fully in this life. As Paul says, ‘now we see as in a mirror dimly’. However, we can keep on growing in our knowledge and love of the Lord until that day when we see him face to face. The Lord knows us thoroughly, as the shepherd knows his flock, and he invites us to know him as deeply as he knows us. As he remains in us, he calls on us to remain in him.

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(iv) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

The Herod mentioned in this morning’s gospel reading is Herod Antipas, son of Herod the Great; he was tetrarch of Galilee during the time of the public ministry of Jesus. Luke portrays him as curious about Jesus. He has heard about all that is being done by Jesus and he is puzzled. He asks himself, ‘Who is this I hear such reports about?’ He is anxious to see Jesus. That kind of curiosity and puzzlement about Jesus can be the beginning of faith for some people. Yet, even those who have been people of faith all their lives, and know a great deal about Jesus, will continue to be puzzled by him, will continue to ask that fundamental question, ‘Who is this?’ and will continue to want to see him more clearly. We never exhaust the mystery of Jesus on this side of eternity. As believers, we will always be seekers in his regard. We seek to know Jesus more fully, not only with our mind but also with our heart. In the words of Saint Richard, a thirteenth century bishop of Chichester, ‘may I know you more clearly, love you more dearly and follow you more nearly, day by day’.

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(v) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

The Herod mentioned in this morning’s gospel reading is Herod Antipas, the son of Herod the Great. He ruled Galilee on behalf of the Romans during the whole period of Jesus’ public ministry. He was responsible for the beheading of John the Baptist. In this morning’s gospel, it is said of him that he was puzzled or perplexed by what he was hearing about Jesus of Nazareth and, as a result, he was anxious to see him. The short gospel reading we have just heard is from Luke and in Luke’s gospel Herod does get to see Jesus and to meet with him. In the course of Jesus’ passion, Pilate sends him off to Herod for questioning. Luke tells us that at the end of Herod’s interrogation he and his soldiers treated Jesus with contempt, and mocked him, putting an elegant robe on him for fun, before sending him back to Pilate. It seems that Herod’s curiosity about Jesus didn’t lead to faith in Jesus. Other people’s curiosity about Jesus did lead them to faith. Nicodemus and Zacchaeus come to mind. Curiosity, puzzlement, the desire to know more about Jesus, can be a good starting point for faith. Indeed, those of us who consider ourselves to be disciples of Jesus, people of faith, will often retain that sense of curiosity and puzzlement about him, that desire to know him better. Saint Paul, who met the risen Lord, could say, ‘I want to know Christ’. As the revelation of God in human form, Jesus is infinitely fascinating. He will always puzzle us; we will always be searching for him. It is in our searching that we find him more fully; it is in our desire to see him with the eyes of our heart and mind that we will come to know more completely.

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(vi) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

In the gospels curiosity can sometimes be the first step on the path to faith. The person of Nicodemus in John’s gospel comes to mind. He came to Jesus by night, under cover of darkness, because he was curious about him. At the end of John’s gospel he is found alongside Joseph of Arimathea, arranging a dignified burial for Jesus. Curiosity and the questions that arise from it can open us up to faith or to a deeper faith if we are already people of faith. In this morning’s short gospel reading, Herod, the tetrarch of Galilee, is curious about Jesus. He is full of questions about this man Jesus on the basis of the reports he has heard about him. ‘Who is this I hear such reports about?’ Luke tells us in the gospel reading that Herod was anxious to see Jesus. It is only in Luke’s gospel that Herod does get to see Jesus. During the passion of Jesus, Pilate decided to send Jesus to Herod for an opinion, because Jesus was from Galilee, Herod’s territory. Herod got his wish to see Jesus. However, Luke tells us that Herod and his soldiers treated Jesus with contempt and mocked him before sending him back to Pilate. In Herod’s case, curiosity did not lead to faith. The questions generated by our reason, on their own, do not bring us to faith. Faith is ultimately a gift from God. It is given to all but to receive this gift we need to become like little children, as Jesus said. We need to acknowledge our poverty before the Lord and entrust ourselves to the gift he is offering us, which is none other than the gift of himself. As Jesus states in the first beatitude, ‘Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven’.

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(vii) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

In today’s gospel reading we hear that people had various views about who Jesus was. The three views that are mentioned all have one thing in common. Jesus is considered a prophet of the past come back to life, whether that be John the Baptist who had been recently executed, or Elijah or some other ancient prophet. This must have been how many people saw Jesus, as a prophet in the line of the prophets of old. It is how Muslims and, many Jews, continue to see Jesus today. He is a great prophet. Luke, from whose gospel the reading is taken, would acknowledge that there is some truth in this understanding of Jesus. Jesus stands in the tradition of those prophets who proclaimed God’s word to God’s people. Yet, for Luke and for the early church as a whole, there is more to Jesus than just one more prophet from God. The question of Herod Antipas in this morning’s gospel reading, ‘Who is this that I hear such reports about?’ is a valid question. Shortly after this gospel passage Luke gives us his account of the Transfiguration of Jesus in the course of which God says of Jesus, ‘This is my Son, my Chosen’. This had never been said of any prophet. Jesus had a more intimate relationship with God than any of the prophets before him. God was more fully and powerfully present in Jesus than in any of the previous prophets. It is because we believe that Jesus is God’s Son that we seek to listen even more attentively to his word and allow that word to shape our lives.

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(viii) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

The author of the Book of Ecclesiastes, from which our first reading is taken, seems to have a rather jaundiced view of life. He looks out upon the natural world and, rather than being inspired by its wonder, he says of it, in the words of our reading, ‘all things are wearisome’. All he sees in nature, and in life generally, is tiresome repetition, ‘there is nothing new under the sun’. In the gospel reading, Herod Antipas, the son of Herod the Great, seems to look upon the life-giving ministry of Jesus and his disciples with somewhat jaundiced eyes. The reading says that Herod was puzzled by Jesus and was anxious to see him. That could suggest that there was a certain openness in Herod to Jesus. However, a few chapters later in this gospel of Luke, the Pharisees come to Jesus and warn him, ‘Get away from here, for Herod wants to kill you’, and, of course, Herod had already killed John the Baptist. Both readings invite us to reflect on how we see the world, how we see other people, how we see ourselves. Like the author of Ecclesiastes, are we prone to seeing wearisome monotony where, in reality, there is wonderful diversity; like Herod, are we prone to seeing a problem when, in reality, this is a moment of opportunity through which the Lord is calling out to us. How we see the world shapes who we are, how we behave, how we relate to others. We need to keep refining the eyes of our minds and hearts, so that we see the world with the Lord’s eyes, eyes that are attuned to the signs of life and creativity all around us.

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(ix) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

Today’s short gospel reading shows that Herod was puzzled by the reports he was hearing about Jesus. Other people were puzzled too, wondering if Jesus might be John the Baptist back from the dead, or if was Elijah or one of the ancient prophets come back to life. Herod’s puzzlement about Jesus finds expression in his question, ‘Who is this I hear such reports about?’ His puzzlement made him anxious to see Jesus, so that his curiosity might be satisfied. Jesus was puzzling to many of his contemporaries. There was something strikingly different about his presence and his ministry. There is a sense in which Jesus remains something of a puzzle today. Herod’s question, ‘Who is this?, is a question that we can all ask. Because Jesus was the revelation of God in human form, and God is ultimately mysterious, Jesus will always remain something of a mystery to us. We can never fully answer the question, ‘Who is this?, in this earthly life. We are always on a journey when it comes to Jesus. He knows us, as a shepherd knows his flock; he knows each of us by name. However, we do not know him as he knows us. Our sense of puzzlement about Jesus can be the driving force of the exciting journeying of coming to know him more fully, so as to follow him more closely and love him more dearly. As Saint Paul says, it is only beyond this earthly life that we will know the Lord fully, as we have been fully known by him. In the meantime, the Lord is always calling us to keep setting out on the journey of coming to know him more and more, not just with our mind but with our heart.

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(x) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

The first reading today has a rather downbeat mood to it. The author wonders about the value of human work, asking, ‘For all his toil, his toil under the sun, what does man gain by it?’ He looks out on nature and rather than being inspired by it he just sees tiresome and repetitive motion, ‘all things are wearisome’. He looks out on all of life and concludes that there is nothing new to be found there, ‘what was, will be again’. For the author of this book, the Book of Ecclesiastes, life is a puzzle that doesn’t make much sense to him. Some people think this is a strange book to have made its way into the Bible. Yet, the outlook of this writer is true to the human condition. We may have all felt a little like this at some time in our lives, perhaps more so in these Covid times. There is much in life to be puzzled over, many questions that seem to defy rational answers. In the gospel reading, Herod is also puzzled, but the focus of his puzzlement is Jesus. His puzzlement about Jesus made him anxious to see Jesus. However, his puzzlement did not bring him to faith in Jesus. Later in Luke’s gospel, the Pharisees come to Jesus and say, ‘Herod wants to kill you’, and in Luke’s story of the passion of Jesus, Herod mocks Jesus before sending him back to Pilate who will seal Jesus’ fate. A questioning, puzzled spirit doesn’t always lead us to God. However, neither is honest questioning and puzzlement alien to deep faith. The author of the first reading, for all his scepticism, was a person of faith. He believed that God was at work in the world, even though he didn’t understand what God was doing. Believers in every age, including Jesus himself, have hurled the question ‘Why?’ at God. If we can open up our questioning, puzzled, spirit to the Lord in prayer, he will work through it to bring us closer to him.

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(xi) Thursday, Twenty Fifth Week in Ordinary Time

There is something in us that likes to solve a puzzle. Crosswords continue to be very popular with people. Board games based on solving puzzles continue to be purchased. Puzzles of this type tend to get solved eventually, even though it may take time and we may need help. There are other puzzles relating to the earth, the universe, the solar system that not even the greatest minds have managed to fully resolve as yet. Perhaps the most complex puzzle of all is the human person. We never get to know another fully, even after living in their company for many years. Jesus was more complex than any human being. He was, after all, God in human form. At the beginning of today’s gospel reading, we hear that Herod Antipas was puzzled by Jesus, having heard all that he was doing. Puzzlement about Jesus can be the beginning of a journey towards faith. Nicodemus was puzzled by Jesus and, by the end of the gospel, he was helping to ensure that Jesus had a dignified burial. Herod Antipas’ puzzlement did not lead him to faith. Later in the gospel of Luke, from which we are reading these weekdays, we are old that Herod was trying to kill him. Puzzlement about Jesus can lead to faith in him if it is accompanied by an openness to receive Jesus on Jesus’ own terms. If we seek to know Jesus as Jesus is rather than as we want him to be, our puzzlement will serve as a guiding light leading us to the Light of the World.

Fr. Martin Hogan.

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Perfection (Part 1)

Elijah Kamski x GN! Reader

Summary: Seeing him in all of his working state, you couldn't help but interrupt your husband's questioning; after all, your son was standing in front of you.

Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship, Bit of Angst

Part 2/Final

Riffing through the humongous closet you shared with your husband, you couldn't for the life of you find your favorite shirt. Since the news broke out about you and your husband's life work, causing an uproar, the stress started to build.

All you wanted was a real day of lazing around; no more pacing back and forth in front of the TV and hearing about anything that came up in the news. As much as Elijah tried to calm you down, seeing their faces and what people were saying made you feel guilty. Your love for them made it harder to hear them being called dangerous.

But if only you could find that stupid shirt. "Where is it?" You slammed one of the drawers filled with neatly folded clothes. "How may I be of help?" The soft voice made you turn, and the familiar blonde hair and sweet smile made you relax.

"I was looking for my shirt," you said before taking a deep breath. "It's in the first draw as per your request." She said, without wasting a second, Quickly, you looked, and she was right. "Thank you, Chloe," she nodded. "Of course, also, Mr.Kamski has started his meeting," she said before walking away.

Right, he had a meeting today, but there was nothing you had to be there for; after all, he told you that they just wanted to ask him some questions about the androids. But a quick appearance couldn't hurt. Maybe this could be the spark you needed to continue your work on the passion project you have been working on since you started making the faces for Cyberlife.

Making your way through your room, putting on your shirt, now through the warm hall of your house, coming to the door, you open it slowly, only letting your eye see through the small crack.

Elijah was in his robe standing by the window talking, but you couldn't make out anything but the hum of his voice. There was an older man off to the side, but in front of your husband was an android, his ring blue with his face still.

He looked familiar, but you couldn't put a finger on where. Before you could huddle back into your room to your bed, your legs had made up their minds to walk out from the hall to the android. His eyes followed you up until you stood in front. His eyes, nose, hair—every detail was yours. Your passion project is looking back at you.

"Conner" Your voice was shaky, his ring glowed yellow then back to blue, and his full attention was on you. Elijah's hand softly landed on your shoulder. "It's him," he spoke. "What the hell is going on here?" The older man spoke in shock and anger, looking down at his jacket; the numbers were a match.

Cyberlife must have dug through your office to find him; a wave of joy and hurt flooded your body. "You're exactly how I made you, not one change". "Wait, you made him?" The older man spoke again, but all you could focus on was Conner; his ring turned red and then yellow. "A personal project that I never got to finish, but yet here you are." Your words made his still face finally move, his eyebrows moving slightly as if he were shocked by the news.

Finally, you moved away, letting your eyes break from his, to sit on a chair. "But please continue." The air was still thick with the new information, but Elijah didn't let that stop him from doing his little test. You watched as what was technically your son held a gun to the Chloe that helped you earlier, only for him to prove even more that he was yours down to every number of his code.

A smile grew on your face, only for you to cover it with your hand. He had not shot Chloe, telling your husband he wasn't a deviant.

A lie.

Part 2/Final

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