#how will I explain this to god at the pearly gates

[m4ggotm0ld]

pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease I need the kaeya tiddies backpack

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Patrick taking readers virginity so of course she can’t wear her purity ring anymore so when they’re done she’s like “have it.” cause she can’t bear the fact she didn’t keep her promise to chastity, but Patrick treats ts like a fucking trophy. keeps it on his chain like a wedding band. people even recognizing the ring as YOUR ring and he’s like 😄😄😄😄 ya 😄😄😄😄

well yes.

being soooo dead set about saving yourself until marriage. your dad gave you that purity ring when you were 13 and you made a vow to your parents--and to yourself--that you would be a good girl. find a sweet boy with good intentions and wait for him to propose. wait for your coveted wedding night and consummate it the way god intended.

and you were doing so well--until college. nobody even interested you at first. you were wondering if something was wrong with you, if a flip was switched off.

but then you went to a party you shouldn't have gone to. you left your phone at your dorm because your parents still tracked your location and this way there would be nothing to explain.

the second you saw patrick shotgunning a beer you felt that fire in your stomach, in your core. and patrick made eye contact with you as he wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm. your ring glimmered and he looked at it and then you and then it again.

and after three tequila shots you just weren't caring about god's intention or the pearly gates of heaven. you were thinking about thie boy's strong biceps and the patch of hair that led beneath his jeans--a place you surely weren't supposed to look.

after that, things were foggy and you both were stumbling out to the backyard.

"there's a shed." patrick pulled you into him and you followed.

it all happened so fast. tongues slashing at each other almost violently. clashing teeth and wandering hands. the forceful rip of a zipper and the clang of gardening tools as patrick lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

it hurt, to take him in. but patrick's moans in your ear softened the blow. he turned you on so fucking much you felt more drunk on him than the alcohol. his fingertips pressed deep into the fat of your thighs and your nails raked down his scalp. his pelvis nudged against your clit.

you moaned freely, but pulled him close when you felt his hips stuttering.

"i'm not on birth control." because you weren't supposed to do any of this. you didn't need to plan ahead for something that was never supposed to happen.

patrick pulled out and aimed on your stomach. he clung onto you even after the fact but you pulled his own move on him.

"i gotta go." you stumbled out of the shed and patrick followed close behind.

"let me walk you back." he yelled.

"no--" the guilt was setting in and you felt nauseous looking at the ring on your finger. what a fraud.

you ripped it off and threw it at him. he caught it.

he realizes what it is as he holds it in his palm.

and you see patrick around campus. you swear your ring is on a chain around his neck. you may have to ask for it back. you may have to pretend this never even happened. how will you explain why your finger is bare and why patrick zweig has a new charm around his neck?

[reikamasama]

𝙰 𝚂𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙾𝚏 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 ? 𝘐 (DISCONTINUED)

Pairing ;  Hazbin hotel X G/N Teen!Reader

Warnings ; mentions of death !

Word count ; 4.4 k

Summary ; You are now one of the many sinners, joining them 6 feet under. You stumble upon a kind lady who helps you navigate through hell.

ೃ⁀➷ Prologue, ꕥ Chapter I, ꕥ Chapter II

It was another hellish day, the streets were buzzing, sinners were fighting and the rats were scurrying. A rotting scent lingers through the air from the unclean streets and unkept sinners, mixed with the fires throughout the city. The atmosphere reeks of negativity, probably one of many reasons that kept sinners dwelling on their past, before they went and made their way to the pearly gates only to be rejected — and fall to join eternal doom. You may have believed this day would be like any other, but there was something unusual about this day; a certain star had fallen from their grace. Their soul being rejected peace, and were now joining the fiery pits of hell.

⋇⊶⊰    ⊱⊷⋇

You feel a warm sensation wrapping around your body, the feeling was that of a warm blanket, something telling you that everything was going to be okay. That feeling was short lived as you hear a soft ‘thud’ followed by that comforting feeling being replaced with an uncomfortably negative one. Not only were you feeling uncomfortable — your nose also caught a horrible smell of rotting trash! You scrunch your nose as you take slow, controlled and rhythmic breaths trying to get your nose to get used to that god-awful smell.

You shift feeling uncomfortable in your current state. You could feel yourself sitting on some kind of hard pavement, or some kind of rocks. Probably a street of some kind.. then why couldn’t you hear any voices? Are you on an abandoned street of sorts perhaps? Okay, okay—Pause! The thoughts in your head stop brewing while you tell yourself ‘not to create more questions for yourself’. You gently lift your hands, up to your face. You let your fingers rub your eyelids gently, as they seemingly don’t want to cooperate with you, wishing for them to open. 

You slowly feel your eyelids opening allowing you to scan the current location you were in. As your eyelids flutter you let your eyes wander. You quickly notice of a theme with where you were, there were two pink buildings on either side of you. The buildings had matching structures, and there was a filthy trash can to your left. Oh! That would explain the lack of noise.  

Your eyes keep scanning your surroundings, you can for sure say that you are not in some area you have been in before. 

Breath in— yuck, there’s that smell again.. your eyes land on the trash can and you notice how overfilled it is. We are talking months worth of trash. The trash wasn’t something of the ordinary but it had a horrible sent that liked to linger. You squint your eyes not being able to make out what was in the trash but you pay it no mind. You had to drop your curiosity for now. 

All you needed was a main goal, right! A goal.. 

How about asking the first person you see questions about this place.. in other words, gathering as much information you can you can about this place. You loose yourself in thought, letting your fingers trail the lines between the pavement subconsciously. You let out a content ‘hm’ to yourself, pleased with the current plan. You look down at your hand that has been tracing the lines between the different rocks in the pavement. Wait, what-! 

Your eyes widen as you see your arm, why is it not your usual color? Actually, why is it not a normal color at all! You go into panic to mode swiftly stand up. This has got to be some kind of dream, or- or! Maybe it’s just the light, you are sitting in the shadows of a dark alleyway after all maybe-! You stumble once you’re on your feet, you lean against the wall. The cold sensation of the wall cools your senses for a second, before you switch right back into panic mode. You feel your legs growing more wobbly as you stumble back down. There was nothing that sounded sounding more appealing, than curling up into a small ball and crying. Wishing for better days, tomorrow is another day after all.

That’s a sentence you’ve gotten used to telling yourself ‘Tomorrow is another day.’  It’s a sentence that has helped you trough thick and thin. When you had to deal with the woman you used to call mom, while studying.. just generally every other day at this point. You exhale with a shaky breath, tears building up, but before you were able to have a breakdown you hear a voice approaching you in a somewhat-normal pace. Breath. 

“Dear, ..are you crying, are you alright?”

The tone of the voice sounded slightly worried. You could tell it was a woman trying to get your attention. She had a voice that radiated with confidence from that of an older lady, but also laced with kindness. You audibly inhaled, then exhaled trying to control your emotions as you look up at the lady speaking with you.

Your suspicions was correct, it was a woman. The lady had a very tall and slim figure accompanied with a beautiful long silky dress. The dress had short puffy sleeves, at the ends of the puffed sleeve continues a longer normal sized sleeve that ends right before the beginning of her palm. The lady had slender like fingers as well as a very slender neck with the dress reaching up to the very top of her neck. The woman had a pointy face, her teeth were sharper than the sharpest knives that you’ve ever seen and her eyes were completely blacked out. Even if her eyes were blacked out you were still able make out emotions in them. Your eyes traveled up to her oversized hat, it resembles a sun hat of sorts with a bunch of fluffy feathers sticking out from the top of the hat. The middle of the hat has a little skull with a cutie little heart next to it. The hat also had a beautiful pink rim— wait.. why doesn’t she look human?

You do a double take, the thing standing in front of you had a few resembling human features but nothing close to an actual human. Your confusion only grew but you had to remember your goal, figure out where you are.. you can ask more questions later! You take notice to the woman that was looking at you expectantly, probably awaiting some kind of verbal response. You keep your hands wrapped around your knees making sure the woman won’t get to close to you.

“Where am i..?”

You asked, you were surprised at hearing your own voice, it hasn’t ever sounded so panicked or weak before... A tone you are certainly not used to. The lady in front of you frowns slightly as she looks down at your scared form. Her voice turns into a more soft sounding one. Also making sure not to make any sudden movements to frighten you further.

“Ah, you must be new to hell correct?”

What —is she talking about.. hell? You’re in hell.? What the hell?? Well- to be fair you have just killed someone, and yourself. But hell? You never did anything wrong in your life, until there was that little mishap. 

You were never one for religion, but apparently the concept of heaven or hell was true. There’s a brief second where everything clicks in your head, your strange appearance along with the smell.. the strange appearance of the women. 

You nod your head slightly trying to follow that with a verbal agreement, but your voice doesn’t seem to cooperate with you. You close your mouth and you let out a barely audible sigh. The lady in front of you offers you a sad smile.

“Well then let me help you! The name is Rosie it’s a pleasure to meet you young fellow!”

The lady whom appears to be named Rosie does a little curtesy as she gives you a toothy smile.

“And who may you be?”

You let her question linger in the air for a second, how will it take before you’ll be able to talk, especially since your brain isn’t letting you.? You try your best, forcing out a quiet;

“I’m [Name], [Name] [Lastname]. It’s a pleasure to—“

Your throat begins to burn, or at least it feels like it. You yelp slightly. Swiftly lifting one of your free hands up to caress the sharp pain in your neck. You gently caress the pain back and forth. It takes a long second but at some point the pain begins to loosen up, the only pain left is a small throbbing in the middle of your neck. You find it ironic that the pain in your neck is where you stabbed yourself when you were alive. You suddenly remember the woman in front of you is still there, it’s quite rude not to finish your sentence you know.

“—meet you..”

She has a strange expression on her face, but she picked up on the pain in your neck and decided not to pry further.

“Oh my stars! I’ve never meet a young one like yourself with such manners! Why [Name] why don’t ya come with me? We can speak more of this over some tea! A cup of tea has never killed anyone, except my first husband ha ha!”

You now see Rosie standing in front of you with a toothy grin, showing off her sharp white teeth. Her eyes kind and warm as she laughs at her own joke. You find her humor entertaining. She reaches her hand down to your level. You look at her hand, surprised to meet someone this nice in hell. Maybe it’s all a trick? After all hell is supposed to be some kind of shit hole.. maybe you can’t trust her.? You hesitate accepting her hand, leaving her hand empty for a little. You go back and forth in your brain listing positives and negatives that were likely to happen had you accepted her hand. 

You shake off your anxiety and decide that accepting her hand would be for the best.

Her hand smoothly lifts you up on your feet, you wobble but she keeps a steady grip on your hand keeping you grounded. You offer her a small smile as your eyes warily look around with every step the two of you take. Right as the two of you are about to exit the tightly fit alley you can make out what has been drenching the air in its horrid smell. It was flesh, months old flesh. You flinch slightly, eyes widening as you don’t know how to react. Rosie’s gaze follows yours, her gaze landing on the rotting flesh as well. 

“I forgot to tell you where you are, how rude of me! Welcome to cannibal town dear. Here is where you can find the cleanest parts of hell! Well aside from the junk you’ve just seen I’ll get that fixed later! But I’m sure the rest of the town is fit to impress you!”

She smiles with pride while talking about her town. Rosie keeps a steady pace while the two of you exit the alleyway. You are now greeted with a more clear vision of this town, there are multiple buildings standing neatly next to each other. The buildings have a matching color scheme that contains a bunch of pinks followed along with the lighter pink accents resembling white. Everything has a vintage vibe and it fits really well and it leaves a good taste in your mouth! You also take notice to the sky, it’s a blood colored red. You’re not surprised as this is hell after all. 

After a short walk around the ‘Cannibal town’ you aproach a large building, the building stood out from the rest. Its colors were rich having multiple shades of a brighter pink with pastel pink accents. The large doors were made out of stained glass and its shape was emerald like. Over the entrance you saw a huge sign with the words;                       

 ‘Franklin and Rosie’s’

     ‘Emporium’ 

You let the slim lady lead you up to the doors. Her slender fingers wrapping around one of the door handles as she gently opens the door leading you inside. You only walk into the large room after feeling Rosie’s urging hand on your back. The room had light pink walls and white flooring, it was the first time you had ever seen something that light-colored in all of hell.. 

You kept following Rosie. You look to your left and you see rows of glass displays, they were displaying a bunch of different body parts legs, arms, eyes and more. The display that really caught your attention though was a display with a bunch of pinkie fingers. They came in different colors, sizes and some even had accessories. You felt sick from these things being displayed so casually, you wanted to gag but you keep that to yourself not wanting to get on Rosie’s bad side. You can hear your foot-steps echoing as you make your way t the shop into a smaller more secluded area. Your head looks towards the and you’re presented with a beautiful round coffee table. 

The coffee table was covered in a long black cloth. The cloth hangs down from the table forming a flower-like pattern. Each ‘petal’, or ‘bump’ on the cloth had a skull pattern embroiled into it. There were also frills at the beginning of each ‘petal’. On each side of the table you saw large chairs. The chairs had the same color scheme as everything else around this town.. mostly pinks with some lighter pinks or whites if you prefer, oh! But they did have a black touch to them! The chairs were very square like due to the cushions material that was used for them. The chairs had large skulls at the top of their crown. 

On the table there was a light-pink tea set, the tea pot was filled with already brewed water. It was like fate knew you were gonna run into her. 

You feel a hand gently nudging your back pushing you forward to the chair on the right side of the table. You stumble forward while looking at the chair in hesitation, your gaze lands on Rosie’s comforting face telling you it’s alright to take a seat. You take some steps forward and you let yourself sink down into the chair. It’s a very comfortable chair, made out of a very soft material, nothing you ever expected to feel in hell. But i guess if you live in hell you gotta make the most of it! You can’t help but feel a happy meeting such a kind soul in hell, you don’t want to think about what could’ve happened if you didn’t meet Rosie. 

You straighten your back and place your hands on your lap as you watch her slink down in her chair. Your gaze follows her every move as she pours some tea into your cup and then hers. Some old manners you have ever been taught since the nick of time were keeping eye contact to show that you were playing attention to her. You do things like this subconsciously like a little mental list in the back of your head, smile, look the person your talking to, keep your hands in your lap not to take up much space, nod and chime in every once in a while — nobody likes a yapper. You get the picture. A long list of rules to make sure you present yourself in the best light. 

Rosie curls her fingers around the cup handle, lifting the cup to her lips as she takes a sip of the steaming tea and lets out an audible laugh. “You sure know manners, kid! Have good parents growing up?” Her laugh echos trough the room as your shoulders stiffen, your smile drops ever so slightly. If Rosie wasn’t looking at your face she would’ve never caught glimts of your unpleased face from when she brought up your parents.

“Alright alright, i won’t pry.. but don’t feel any need to be so formal around me, you’re a good kid.” Your shoulders relax and only then you notice how tense you truly were. Rosie is offering you a comforting smile and you give her an apologetic smile in return. You shift in your seat making yourself more comfortable wondering where you’re gonna go from here.

“Now, i do believe we have a lot to talk about, i understand if any of this gets overwhelming — then you should tell me and we can take a little snack break, oh! Have you ever tried pinkie fingers? They’re a real treat when you try them—!”

“—No! Thank you Rosie, i belive I’ll be fine, I’m not ready to try.. cannibalism just yet..haha…”

Your voice sounds weak, and that sharp pain you felt earlier rises up from your throat to pay others visit. You want to yelp in pain, but the feeling of wanting make a good personal wins over your own comfort. 

⋇⊶⊰ P A S T ⊱⊷⋇

“Smile, dear! Nobody will like you if you don’t show them manners!”

You sit on a small brown uncomfortable chair, a fancy tall golden mirror stands in front of you. Your mother’s hand rests on your shoulders with a soft grip as she smiles and looks into the mirror. You force that smile on your face, the smile your mom oh so much loves.

“Perfect, hands on your lap, sitting with a straight back.. good job dear!”

You always found her obsession with manners weird. You notice your mother’s grip on your shoulders loosen up as one of them moves to your chin. She has a cold smile that sends shivers down your spine.

“Never let anybody see you with frown, it doesn’t fit you, dear.”

⋇⊶⊰  H U R T  ⊱⊷⋇

Your left hand is rubbing your neck gently as Rosie keeps ranting. Your hand reachers for the tea cup sitting on the matching plate. Your index finger and thumb wraps around the cup handle as you gently lift the cup and place it between your lips, sipping on what you believe is strawberry tea. The pain in your throat grows weak only leaves a small throbbing on your neck, you conclude that talking to much makes your throat hurt. 

“Oh i get it, a kid like you would like to keep your figure! Oh im just kidding, it’s alright dear you don’t need to try cannibalism just yet! But the offer still stands, haha! 

She snorts at her own joke as she takes another sip of her tea.

“On a more serious note, i would like to say that you shouldn’t trust anybody in hell, yes you might have trusted.. me but take that as a lesson. Oh! Also make sure not to make any deals— especially if it’s for your soul! It can make your (undead) life in hell well.. a living hell!”

Nodding you silently sipping on your tea showing her you are listening as she continues talking;

“There are a lot of things we can talk about, so how about i ask you something simple— something you might be able to answer right now.”

“How are you adjusting with your new body? I just wanna say kid you have gotten better luck than other sinners.”

Oh right your new body. You had been so caught up in everything you had completely forgotten about that. Your head tilts down, eyes catching glimpses of your hands. It feels unreal.. you place the teacup down on the table. Opening and closing your hands moving your fingers one by one. At least you aren’t struggling, but it’s still hard to take in.

You notice something that has been inching towards you from the corner of your eye. It’s Rosie’s hand with a small pocket mirror. She gently places it in your empty hand and you saw its pink flower theme. Your fingers linger over the smooth silver lining before you open the mirror.

The mirror shows you a frowning face, your face. Your mothers voice rings trough your head;

“Never let anybody see you frown my dear”

You give yourself a stiff smile letting your free hand trail up your face, softly brushing your fingers against your lips. Is it really you..? Your fingers move to your cheek as you gently tug on it. Your eyes wander around the mirror you find multiple features that remind you of your old face, the old you. You stare at your reflection and it stares back at you.. better get used to it. A sigh leaves your mouth before you close the flower themed mirror.

You place Rosie’s mirror onto the table, eyes still fixated on your new hands. Inhale, exhale, you take deep controlled breaths letting yourself take in what you just saw;

“I’m sure I’ll be able to adjust fine, I’m just not used to it that’s all. I was never a religious person either.. so when you told me i ended up in hell— i was quite suprised.. hah..”

Your hands fidget in your lap as you continue;

“I must thank you Rosie.. for helping me..with everything.!”

Your hands tightly grip onto your clothing looking up at her as you force a smile.

Rosie’s face lights up.

“I have barely helped you yet, dear — but you are most welcome! Now i have another question, why is such a young one as yourself down in hell? I’m not quite sure it was your time to die just yet.”

Your smile tenses, your body freezing in your tracks. Are you sure you can tell her? She has hinkt helped you so far.. but are you ready to tell your tale? Maybe you can..sugar coat some things! Possibilities fly around in your head. 

“Well, let’s just say i decided to take the hard way out.”

Your answer stays vague, you don’t want Rosie to think you’re a weirdo— even if she is a cannibal.. maybe murdering is even crossing her own line? Does she even have any..? The bulging pain in your throat rises slightly but you ignore it for the time being. Rosie takes notice to the vague answer but doesn’t question it, she just offers you a little smile.

“I guess you wanted to kick the bucket early, eh? Well i won’t pry but if you ever need an ear I’ll lend one.”

Her smile just seems so warm and her actions seem so genuine, it reminds you of your music friends.. ah right you never got to say goodbye to them.

⋇⊶⊰  S M I L E  ⊱⊷⋇

Laughter fills the diner. As Minori poke Yuki’s pouting cheeks. The atmosphere is a light one and it’s bubbling with happiness.

“Look at your pouting face! Someone’s maad!~”

“Well i wouldn’t be if someone wasn’t in my face all of the time!”

Yuki tries to get Minori off of her but after a failed attempt she crosses her arms, and only then Minori quits as she holds a cocky grin on her face. You alongside with Rinku giggle at the sight of the two bickering like children. 

“Now let’s not be too loud and disturb the other guests!”

Rinku says as she pats Yuki’s head while holding in giggles.

“Boo your no fun!”

You all laugh in Minori’s protests as she sticks out her tongue.

⋇⊶⊰  N O   ⊱⊷⋇

A real smile creeps onto your face as you think of them, happy memories of them quickly turn bittersweet ones but you can’t help keeping a happy smile while you think of them. Rosie’s smile grows as she sees your happy state. Her fingers tap alongside the tea-cup catching your attention as you stop daydreaming. 

“So, [Name] you don’t have a place to stay do you?” 

Your face perks up as you look at her eyes, you shake your head gently and you see her expression lightening up.

“Ah! Well I’ve got this suggestion! You see the Princess of hell has recently opened a hotel— and it’s one of a kind, she wishes to rehabilitate sinners just like yourself! The news may have been aired not long ago but it’s still the talk of the town! I also believe it’s a good thing for you, you deserve a second chance! You’re still a kid and hadn’t had time to experience everything the (under)world has to offer yet!”

Rosie keeps her content smile while looking your way. Suddenly she stands up as she walks over to a cabinet, the hinges whine as she opens them and starts looking for something;

“But it’s funny really, the hotel is a laughing stock of hell at the moment. At first she was only meant to promote her hotel on the news, but she burst into song! It was quite catchy if i do say so myself.”

Failing? Why would it, was she a bad singer? No..Rosie liked her song and you trust her judgement. You hear Rosie let out a content ‘aha!’ As she turns and walks over to you with a newspaper in hand. She flips through pages before landing on a certain one, place the newspaper on the table. Your eyes scan through the page and then you see the headline ’666 news disaster Charlotte Mourningstar makes a fool of herself on live tv’. The bold headliner makes you giggle slightly.

Rosie has a chipper tone, she’s enjoying gossiping about this topic a bunch it seems. Her offer was sweet really however you feel uneasy. You have just entered hell and you’re now gonna join a hotel? Are you really ready to start working on yourself when you barely know the rules of hell? No.. but an idea enters your mind. Maybe just maybe—

“Rosie, the offer sounds tempting really but i don’t believe I’m quite ready to work on myself just yet.. i was thinking maybe.. could i stay here.?”

You knew it was a selfish ask, but you really felt comfortable with Rosie, she was a kind lady and you knew you could trust her. If you were able to stay here— even only for a little it would mean the (under)world to you. Rosie places her index finger and thumb between her chin, as she considers your question.

After what felt like minutes she finally speaks up;

“I’ll tell you what, i offer you a place to stay and you help me around the parlor of the emporium! That charming attitude is sure to help my business! No contract necessary.”

You can’t help but light up at her offer, you felt lucky to have meet her, your hands clasp together as you offer her a bright smile;

“I’d love that!”

⋇⊶⊰ E N D ⊱⊷⋇

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

I don’t want to hear thoughts... Unless they’re yours.

Chapter 9: Paint me a picture of who you are Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Word count: 6.2k Warning: I don't think there are any here? Just so much fluff. Summary: Wanda wanted to live the normal life she was never afforded, but something was always missing. Something she denied herself and buried deep inside. But watching you move next door, she quickly realizes that this may not be possible for much longer. Especially with all the interesting things she found in your thoughts. Chapter summary: An unexpected invitation from your neighbour leads to a wonderful day out and a magical evening at her house. How far will Wanda dare to go, when she has you all to herself? Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8 ; Part 9; Part 10; Series materlist                                     Masterlist of all my works

The next morning you woke up with a clearer head and a determination not to waste your thoughts on negative things. Yes, you’d had a few bad days and you were feeling down lately, but everyone had such days from time to time. It was normal. But you didn’t like to dwell on those things and you always thought of yourself as a problem-solver. So if you felt lonely, perhaps the best thing to do was to simply find yourself a date. There had to be single women in Eastview, right? With that in mind, you made yourself your favorite coffee and you picked out a comfortable outfit for the day, just denim shorts and your favorite t-shirt, ready to actually go through with your plan, when your doorbell rang and startled you out of your thoughts.

You swung the door open only to see Wanda, wearing her casual clothes for the day and a bright smile on her face and just the sight of her, the mere thought of her positivity somehow lifted your mood. God, how did she do that?

“Hi, Y/N!” Her smile grew brighter, flashing her pearly teeth. “I hope this isn’t a bad time?” “No, of course not, come in!” You smiled back, moving your body out of the way, so the woman could enter. “Would you like a cup of coffee, or something to drink?” You offered, heading towards the kitchen. “Oh, no… I came for just a moment.” She explained, seaming a little nervous. A look you hadn’t seen on her yet, making you curious. “I’m actually planning on taking the boys to the park this afternoon. They’re having some sort of fest, so there’s going to be music, ice-cream, cold drinks… I thought to make a day of it and I was hoping you’d like to join us? If you don’t have any other plans, of course.” She asked, playing with the rings on her fingers. “Oh…” Now that invitation stunned you for a moment, not really expecting it. “That sounds really fun, actually.” You agreed, after thinking for a moment. “Thank you for thinking of me!” You smiled at the woman. “Of course I did. You’re our favorite new neighbour.” Wanda’s smile somehow widened, happy to see you agree. “You’re too kind, Wanda.” You tried not to blush, looking away from to woman, so you could compose yourself. “When should I be ready?” “Oh, I’ll put the boys to bed around two, and they usually need maybe an hour-hour and a half, so we should be ready to go at about 4:30? Is that ok?” She asked, not letting you even start a sentence, before she changed her mind. “You know, how about we come over to pick you up? Just in case we run late?” She suggested, stepping a bit closer to you and licking her lips, before she caught herself and stepped back. “Sounds perfect. Should I bring anything? I don’t have much toys, but I have a big picnic blanket?” You offered. “I think that’s a great idea.” Wanda smiled. “And as much as I like to stay and chat, I have to go make lunch. But I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” Wanda smiled, waiting politely at the door for you to let her out and turning, when she was at your gate, so she could give you a wave, before you closed your door.

The thought of a day out made you smile and your thoughts quickly filled with plans and preparations, perhaps finishing some choirs, before you go out and you turned on your sound system, picking out a playlist. Yes, the positive thoughts were really helping. You were already feeling much better, you decided, excited for the afternoon.

In her house, Wanda listened in on your thoughts with a sigh of relief. This little distraction should keep you away from dating apps at least for a bit. And if Wanda played her cards right, she wouldn’t have to worry about it for much longer. The important thing was that she’ll have you to herself today.

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Putting the boys to bed left Wanda with nothing but time on her hands. She was excited about this afternoon with you and she wanted to make the best impression, so she rummaged through her closet, looking for the perfect outfit and she settled on a floor-length yellow skirt and a white, modest v-line top, tucked inside the high waist. She looked like sunshine personified, the colour bringing out her features.

She felt a little silly, getting all dressed up to impress a girl, but she couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach at the prospect. You weren’t just any girl. She knew so much about you, about who you were, she had shared so much with you, even if you didn’t always feel her presence or know that she was there. You were special, she just knew it. She could feel it, from the first time she listened in on your thoughts, back when you were just settling in your house. There was something about you, and now she knew what it was, now she knew, that she needed you, needed to have you, so it only felt right, to put in the time and effort you deserved.

To make the preparations easier, Wanda packed a bag for the boys ahead of time. She put in their favorite snacks, plenty of water, a couple t-shirts, just in case, she packed a ball and a Frisbee for them, making sure they’ll have plenty of entertainment and she waited for them to wake up from their nap.

Just as she predicted, or perhaps, because she told you to expect them around 4:30, that’s exactly when they knocked at your door. Their happy faces greeted you, immediately making you smile as well and you quickly grabbed your things.

Wanda looked radiant, easily drawing your eyes to her and bringing a slight blush to your cheeks at how shamelessly you were staring at her, but you just couldn’t help it. The woman was magnetic, she had something inexplicably attractive about her that went beyond her looks.

The boys kept coming up with ideas the entire way there and they excitedly asked you to play all sorts of games with them, something you happily agreed to, almost making their mother jealous for your attention. If she wasn’t happy that you got along with her children so well, perhaps she would have even said so, but she knew that she’ll have plenty of time with you for herself.

When you reached the park, already full of people and buzzing with activities, you decided to look through the booths with food, shops and music, making mental notes about where you wanted to return, before you set down your picnic blanket a little farther away from the noise, preferring to settle closer to the many other families with children and pets, who also decided to spend a day out in the sun. It was full of young couples too, teenagers who grouped together… It seemed that the whole town of Eastview had come out today and it gave the place a lively atmosphere.

“Now boys, don’t you run off where I can’t see you.” Wanda instructed with a serious tone, watching both boys nod and give mumbled confirmations, before she let them play, their toys already in their hands. They seemed to find a game quickly, running through the grass happily, and you watched Wanda sit down next to you on the blanket with a sigh. “Where do they find all that energy?” She asked with a chuckle. “Afternoon naps and life unburdened by responsibility?” You asked, only half-joking. “I think you might be right.” She agreed, her smile widening. Her eyes followed them with an adoring look, an almost glow that gave her a dreamy quality and you hurried to look away, before she caught you staring. “By the way, thank you for coming with us today.” Wanda changed the topic, her hand darting out to rest over yours for a moment, before she pulled away. “I always get so overwhelmed coming to these things alone.” “My pleasure. Although I can’t believe you have a hard time finding company. You’re always so nice.” You said, shuffling in your spot nervously.

It was often like that, Wanda knew. She had to be patient, chipping away at your initial awkwardness and shyness, until she felt you were relaxed in her presence. She could hear your mind buzzing with thoughts and anxieties, fighting through years of feeling awkward around people you didn’t know well and she helped you move past it all, always kind and soft with you.

“Company I like…” Wanda emphasized. “That’s hard to find. And I like you very much, Y/N.” Wanda tried to say the words casually, knowing she was taking a risk. But in the end she reasoned with herself that it was the truth and it felt right to tell you. “See? I told you you’re very nice.” You smiled, trying to hide the way her words affected you, secretly wondering if she was flirting with you. “Would you have preferred it if I was mean?” Wanda raised a playful eyebrow. “Probably not.” You smirked. You couldn’t picture Wanda as mean.

For a moment Wanda was tempted to show you the kind of mean she could be, but she knew it was too early, so she filed away the thought for a more appropriate time and decided to meet your words with a soft chuckle and change the subject to something more casual.

“So why don’t you tell me about work?” Wanda said with a curious expression. “It seems to be going quite well?” “As well as it can be expected at such an early stage.” You explained, a little reserved to speak on the subject.

But Wanda had you opening up in no time and the topics shifted quickly, and soon you were sharing funny stories about past co-workers and then just stories about life. She was good at doing that. Making you feel at ease, feel safe with her, feeling like you could trust her. And soon enough the two of you were speaking like old friends, eager to share more, your laughter only interrupted, when the twins ran up to you both and practically threw themselves on the blanket.

“Hey, mom.” Tommy started, mischief in his eyes. Billy was right next to him of course, the same look on his face as well and you found yourself eager to see what the two of them had cooked up. “Yes?” Wanda smiled, seemingly knowing what was going to follow. “Can we have ice-cream please?” The boy asked, giving his mom the biggest puppy dog eyes. “Please?” Billy chimed in, mirroring his brother. They were adorable.

Wanda could only laugh, being used to their ways. Those two loved ice-cream and she already knew that she would let them have some, even before they had left the house, so she easily agreed.

“All right, you can have ice-cream.” She smiled, rummaging through her purse to find her wallet. “Why don’t you let me go get them?” You suggested. “What do you guys want?” You asked the two kids, that looked at you with amazement. “Rocky road!” They both exclaimed, a little more excitedly than you expected. “What about you, Wanda?” You asked the woman. “Why don’t you surprise me? Pick whatever you think is nice.” “All right… Coming right up.’’ You smiled, getting up from your spot and finding your way to the ice-cream stand, where parents and children were already waiting in line.

Returning with 4 ice-creams and a wallet proved harder than you expected, but you managed to carry them to the blanket, where Wanda and her sons already waited for you, the boys taking theirs off your hands as soon as you were within reach.

When they thanked you properly, something their mother insisted on, they dove right in, talking amongst themselves, while Wanda took the cones from your hands, so you can sit properly next to her, much closer to her than you were the first time around, now that you were 4 people on the blanket.

“So what do we have here?” She asked, as she looked at the content in the cones. “One is caramel, the other is pistachio.” You explained, smiling. “And which one is for me?” She asked slyly. “The pistachio, of course. You look like someone who would enjoy it.” “You’re right. I really do.” She smiled warmly, her words quickly confirmed by the twins.

When all the ice-creams were finished, the twins didn’t hesitate to pull you into a game. The four of you laughed at their crazy ideas, but you ended up indulging them, only allowing yourself to sit down, when they had fully exhausted you.

“Oh, poor girl.” Wanda laughed, when you crashed on the blanket. “Thirsty?” She asked as she looked you over. “God, yes!” You groaned, wanting to practically lie on the ground, but refusing to be that dramatic. “Let me get you something to drink.” She offered, ignoring the weak protest you tried to voice. “Boys! Come help me.” She called, taking their hands.

On the way, she must have explained what she was getting, because you heard exclamations and soon enough, they returned, one of them handing you a cup, while they cheered.

“Slushies!” They yelled, half of theirs already gone. “Thank you.” You smiled at Wanda as you took a sip, sighing at the delicious, cool liquid sliding down your throat. “That’s exactly what I needed.”

Your neighbour only hummed in understanding, taking her seat next to you and taking sips from her drink. She was so close, attentive as she listened to you and it brought a slight blush to your cheeks. She continued her conversation with you, happy to let the boys play as she got to know you a bit better. It didn’t bother her at all that she had known already some of the things you told her. It was better to hear them from your own lips anyway.

When the sun started to slowly sink, the four of you started to collect your things, giving yourselves some time to pass through the many booths and explore the fest better, before you left. Wanda found it adorable, watching you move through the crowd of people, stopping wherever she liked and giving her time to look through the many products. You seemed to have eyes only for her and she basked in your attention. You were such a charming girl, uninterested in the little trinkets and decorative objects. It was almost a shame, she had hoped to keep you longer with such distractions, but seeing it wasn’t your thing, you all headed home.

You were practically in front of their house, ready to say goodbye for now, when Wanda’s voice stopped you.

“Y/N, would you like to join us for dinner?” She asked, pulling her sons closer to her body. She was scared that you’d refuse and she wanted the comfort of their bodies. “I wouldn’t want to bother you?” You said, almost on instinct, but with a lot less conviction than you had done in the past, which gave Wanda hope that she might yet convince you. “No bother at all.” She smiled. “Yes, join us! We can play Mario after dinner!” The boys exclaimed.

Normally, Wanda would at least think about letting them play, but they had behaved well today and their invitation seemed to weaken your resolve further, which she found most welcome, so she decided to let it slide. And seeing that the whole family was happy to welcome you into their home, you agreed. You had such a lovely time with them, laughing more than you had since you moved to this town, so you happily followed them into their house.

It was a little smaller than yours, but it had such a warm, welcoming atmosphere, that you found it charming. Something you didn’t miss saying to Wanda. The twins, of course, tried to steal you away, wanting to show you their room and their board games, but Wanda claimed you for herself, asking you to help her cook.

She was so captivating in this setting, confident and easy-going as she effortlessly bossed you around, which you were more than happy to permit. It dawned on you again, how close she was being, how her touches lingered, how easy it was for you to return the gestures, teasing comments making her chuckle. You felt lucky that her directions helped you feel at ease, like you had something meaningful to do and the preparations passed quickly and soon you were all settled around the dinner table, chatting about the day that you had.

You weren’t surprised that the food was delicious, or that the happy chatter filled your heart with joy. You couldn’t remember ever having that in your life. You were raised by a single mother, a woman of ambition and high expectations, so your dinners never looked like this, casual and care-free. Your partners never brought that atmosphere either, it was never cozy and light-hearted and the scene brought a sense of longing within you. A life of your own that would look like that some day.

Wanda didn’t miss the look on your face or the accompanying thoughts and she wished to tell you that it was with her that you could find all that. It broke her heart a little, to know that you had longed for a family like this, just as she did, for most of her life. It made you kindred spirits, you and her. It was only right that you would find what you missed in each-other. A thought that comforted her and gave her hope. But she couldn’t let you dwell on such dark things. She wanted to see you smile and enjoy this moment with her and her family, so she pulled you out of your thoughts and into a conversation, until you no longer felt sad and when the dinner was finished, she let you and the boys play, just like they wanted, while she cleaned up her kitchen, her glance often falling on the three of you with a sparkle of hope and adoration, eventually joining you and only daring to interrupt it all when it was way passed the boys’ bedtime.

“Enough play for tonight, boys, I want you in your PJ’s, teeth brushed and into your beds in 15 minutes.” She instructed, her words met with protests from the twins. “But mom!” They pouted. “Just 5 more minutes?” “It’s way passed your bedtime.” Wanda reminded. “But Y/N is here!” They tried again. “I said, it’s time for bed.” The redhead insisted, tone hardening and head tilting a little to the side. It was rare for them to test her patience like this. “If you’re good and do as you’re told, I’ll let you come down and say goodnight to Y/N later.” She offered, as a way to soften her words. “Fine.” The boys grumbled, but got up from their spots and headed upstairs, waving at you, before they disappeared from your view. “Should I go too?” You asked, as soon as they had left. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to impose.” “Of course not. Just give me a few minutes to put them to bed and then you and I can have a glass of wine. How does that sound?” She offered with a smile you couldn’t quite decipher, something playful and even a little flirtatious flickering there. “Sounds lovely.” You agreed, returning her smile, your eyes lingering on her body, when she turned around and headed upstairs, so she can follow the boys.

As Wanda disappeared from your view, you couldn’t help but bite your lips. Watching her sauntering away did sinful things to you and you had to cross your legs to find some kind of relief. It was terribly wrong to think of her that way, you knew that. The woman was being so sweet and kind to you, inviting you into her home and at her table and you didn’t want to repay her by taking her good-natured actions as something more and fall from her graces.

Just a floor away, Wanda listened to the racing thoughts in your head with a smirk. Poor girl, all flustered and confused, you didn’t know how to handle all those mixed emotions. But she would help you. She’ll show you exactly what her intentions really were and she’ll guide you, until you were ready.

With that in mind, she helped her sons prepare for bed and when they had put on their pyjamas and brushed their teeth, she walked with them downstairs, to let them say goodnight, watching them wave at you and repeat their good night wishes a few times, before they went back upstairs and climbed into their beds.

Wanda tucked them in, placing a loving kiss on their foreheads and lingering for a few minutes to talk to them, smiling when most of their words started to get swallowed by yawns and she turned off their light, peaking a few seconds longer, before she closed the door.

“You know, they really like you.” Wanda said as she joined you in her living room, elated to see you seated comfortably. She had imagined you here so many times, but now that you were, she couldn’t quite decide what she wanted to do next. “I really like them too.” You said honestly, sitting up a little straighter in her presence.

God, those manners of yours. Back always straight, shoulders squared, chin high… She loved the elegance of it, she couldn’t deny it. But she wanted to see you relaxed, so she went into the kitchen and got a couple of glasses from the shelf.

“Do you like red wine, or white?” She asked, as she glanced at the glasses in her hands pointedly. “White.” You answered as you followed her movements with your eyes. “Do you need any help?” “Not at all. You sit comfortably, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute.”

So sat there you did. You felt a little nervous now, when it was just the two of you. You weren’t sure what you should talk about, the tension building within you with every passing second she was silent and you didn’t even know why.

“There you go, darling.” Wanda finally spoke, offering you the glass of wine and sitting next to you on the couch, the space between you much smaller than you expected. “Thank you, Wanda.” You smiled, taking a sip of the liquid and holding the glass in your hands as you looked at the other woman. “I have to thank you. I’m really glad you came with us today. Even more so that you stayed for dinner.” Wanda smiled back. “I love my boys more than anything, but sometimes it’s nice to have a grown person to talk to.” She confided. “You don’t have many friends?” You asked, perhaps more bluntly than you should have. “Not really…” Wanda shook her head. “How come?” You found yourself asking. “When I had the boys, they became my whole world. I closed myself off… Perhaps that was my fault. I didn’t give myself or others many chances.” She said with a thoughtful look of her face.

There were many questions you could ask her on the topic, but it was such a vulnerable moment, a quiet reflection you didn’t want to disturb.

“I understand.” You nodded instead. “I think it’s brave.” You added, taking another slow sip. “Only you would find something positive in that.” Wanda chuckled a little. “We have to find the positive things in life. Without them, there’s very little left to live for.” “You have the soul of a poet.” Wanda noted. God, she loved that about you. “Do you write?” “I used to… I haven’t in a while.” You said, thinking of what made you stop. “But I’m in the presence of an artist and I haven’t seen any of your paintings yet.” You suddenly remembered. “Then perhaps this is a good time.” The redhead smiled, getting up and offering you her hand.

She helped you stand, waiting patiently for you to leave your glass on the small table and refusing to let go of you, as she started to lead you through the quiet house, steady and unwavering as she moved through the dimly lit rooms. It was a sort of seduction of your senses, the way your eyes adjusted to the softer lights, the way the air grew cooler as she led you further in, the way she paused in front of the closed door… All magnetic and irresistible. The feeling of her skin against yours, warm fingers almost intertwining with yours as she let you enter and she turned on the lights, illuminating the space. If you had any words in you to speak, you would have written her a poem.

There were canvases everywhere, paintings hanging off the walls, or leaning against them, the room permeated with the smell of the wooden frames and the dye that she used. In the centre there was only a chair and an easel with a painting she was yet to finish.

It was a broken mask, the two pieces barely held together by what was left of it. The left side was painted in pristine white, the lines clear and the surface perfectly smooth and unblemished. The right however was in dark red and black, little pieces were chipped away here and there, the whole thing cracked and twisted, almost grotesque, yet somehow seductive. It was gorgeously painted and it left you in awe.

“I love the idea of it.” You mused. “And the mask design is so unique. How did you come up with it?” You asked, noting the high raised ends, resembling horns, although they were very different too, complimenting their respective sides. “It just came to me.” Wanda said with a note of avoidance, but you didn’t think much of it.

Your eyes scanned the room, looking at the rest of her work. She had so many paintings of her sons, which you found unsurprising, yet so sweet.

“I love this one.” You said with a fond smile, looking at a painting of the twins, both of them curled in a hammock in her back yard. They looked so cute, exhausted and sleeping in the shade of the tree. “They’re adorable.” “Yeah, they were so cute.” She smiled fondly.

Wanda stood behind you, while you looked through her work. She listened to your thoughts, as much as the comments you made out loud, her eyes following your movements and wandering your body. You looked more at ease now, more open to her and she felt her fingers tingle with anticipation and desire to touch you, to trace your neck, your shoulders, to hold your hips and your waist, to pull you close to her and breathe you in. And her senses told her you’re ready for it, you were primed and waiting for her to make her move.

As you continued to look, you found a painting that intrigued you, one of a woman, beautiful and gentle, hovering over a bed, her arm outstretched and stroking the hair of another woman, who lay there, unsuspecting. She appeared to be sleeping, calm and undisturbed by the figure that watched over her, sheets barely covering her naked breasts. The painting looked intimate, it reminded you of gothic paintings of vampires, beautiful and seductive as they devoured their victims.

“Do you like that one?” You heard Wanda’s voice. She had gotten closer, her words almost whispered in your ear.

You were suddenly hyper-aware of her presence behind you, the way her body radiated soothing warmth. And she was getting closer by the second, one of her hands resting on your shoulder, while the other fell on your hipbone, gentle, yet impossible to ignore. She was right behind you now, almost entirely pressed up against you, her head bowed, so she could breathe you in.

“I do.” You managed a small nod, gathering all your bravery, so you could turn in her arms and face her.

You don’t know when this moment turned charged with unresolved tension. It was almost like it snuck up on you, but as your eyes scanned the painting, it was starting to fall into place. God, she was so close, her touch full of tenderness, yet firm.

She was so tempted to spin you around, pin you up against the wall, but she held back. She needed to make sure that you want this, so she waited patiently, listening to your scattered thoughts as you realized what this moment meant.

When you finally moved, your eyes searching hers, you almost gasped. Had she always looked at you like that? You couldn’t tell. Her hands were wrapping around you again, steady and firm as they pulled you into her and her hand moved up, so she could cup your cheek.

“Wanda…” Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you looked into her eyes. She was captivating. “Such a beautiful girl.” Wanda mused, her thumb stroking your cheekbone.

Her eyes were darting between your eyes and your lips, leaving her almost breathless with desire. She wanted to kiss you so badly, to show you the depth of her passion for you, leaning in closer with every second as she held you.

“I want to kiss you.” She stated boldly, leaning even closer.

You barely nodded, breath caught in your lungs as you waited for that moment when she closed the distance between you. The anticipation was almost unbearable and you almost whined as you looked up at her, your arms pulling her flush against you and clinging to her back. It was then that she finally pressed her lips to yours. Her kisses were slow and gentle, and from the first moment you felt them, it was like the whole world disappeared. All you could feel was Wanda. The way her grip tightened a little, the way her breath hitched at the feeling of you, the intoxicating way in which she smelled and tasted. It was heavenly.

When she pulled away, just enough to look at you and she took you in, she knew she was addicted. She wanted to see you like this every day. She’d give almost anything to have you like this every day. Yes, this felt right. So she kissed you again, this time with more passion, her hand moving to hold the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair and scratching at your scalp. God, you were driving her crazy. You were so soft, so pliable in her hands, your lips parting for her as soon as you felt her tongue glide against them, asking for permission to deepen your kiss.

She kissed you like this for a few long minutes, exploring you and savouring you, holding you as you almost trembled against her, quiet moans leaving your throat and making her feel lightheaded. Holding you in her arms was so much better than she ever imagined, better than any fantasy you could conjure up, better than her wildest dreams. Having you in her arms was what she was missing all these years, what she had been chasing with random women and meaningless flings. You felt right.

It took everything in her to pull away, to ignore the inner voice that screamed at her to pull you back into her embrace and kiss you, until your lips hurt.

“That was…” You tried to find the right words for what you felt, but truly there were none. “Yes.” She nodded, stepping closer again. The pull between you was magnetic and Wanda could hardly resist it.

In an act of bravery, it was you who closed the distance this time, your arms wrapping around her neck as you stood on your tip-toes. You felt exhilarated, melting against her body and letting her hands roam wherever they wanted. It felt so good to be touched by her, to be kissed by her, to let yourself really experience her.

It didn’t take long for Wanda to once again deepen the kiss and she was soon pushing you backwards, her hand holding your head protectively as she guided your bodies to the nearest wall and trapping you there. She could feel paintings around her, but she didn’t care. Your body was her only focus and she wanted to explore every part you’ll allow her to.

She took hold of your thigh next, an arm wrapping around it and pulling it up, securing it around her waist and settling between your legs. Bold and filled with lust, she sneaked her hand under your t-shirt, her fingers touching the skin of your abdomen and making you gasp.

She was just about to move higher, cup your perfect breasts over your bra, when a painting fell from its place against the wall, crashing loudly and startling you both from the trans you were in.

Wanda stepped away from you swiftly, both your heads turning up and ears attuning to the sounds in the house, waiting to see if all the noise had woken the twins, but when no sound came, you finally breathed in relief and you giggled, looking at each-other, a moment of pleasant silence passing between you.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that.” Wanda sighed. “You have?” You asked, hope filling your eyes. “More times than you can imagine.” Wanda smirked. “I’d like to show you that. If you let me take you out on a date.” “I’d love that.” You smiled, after only seconds of thought.

It seemed to you that Wanda wanted to say so much more than that, yet she remained silent as she looked at you, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from her kisses. If you could read her mind, you’d know that it was exactly how she pictured you, every time she thought about making you hers, but since you weren’t, you cleared your throat, trying to sound at least a little more composed than you felt.

“I should probably go.” You said shyly. “That’s probably best.” She confirmed. “Otherwise I might be tempted to do that again.”

You could only blush at her words, not really sure what to say. So instead, you finally let your gaze move away from hers and to the painting on the floor that had interrupted the best kiss of your life.

It faced down and you picked it up, turning the canvas towards you, only to see blue eyes, deep and kind, sparkling as if alive, looking back at you, piercing your very soul. You could read so many emotions there, like they spoke to you… Or they would. But they were surrounded by red, face almost entirely swallowed by it. Mysty and overwhelming. Like smoke, that suffocated everything that it touched, it took over the rest of the painting, leaving only the eyes, that continued to stare at you, as if pleading for you to understand what they were trying to say, as if reaching out and into you.

“That painting…” You gasped. “That’s a little dark, I’m sorry.” Wanda said, her mood suddenly shifting. She looked almost uncomfortable that you looked at the painting and you put it down, trying to be respectful of her. “No, its… Breathtaking.” You said, trying to convey the awe you felt for what you saw. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Wanda, it’s gorgeous. And you’re so talented.” “Thank you.” She forced a smile. “It’s really old. One of my first real paintings, actually.” She confessed, refusing to really look at it. “Well, I think it has real soul. It’s touching.” You said, turning to leave the room, much to Wanda’s relief.

She had forgotten that this painting was there and she was glad that you didn’t ask about it. She was terrified to tell you that the eyes you stared at, those soft, kind eyes were Vision’s. She was terrified to tell you what he meant to her, or what happened to him. It was too soon for such things and she didn’t want to scare you away, so she followed you out of the room and she walked you to the door, pulling you towards her one last time and brushing some hair away from your face.

“Today was lovely, Y/N.” She said softly. “When will I see you again?” She asked, wanting to secure her date with you and show you just how serious she was. “Maybe you can come over with the boys for another pool party tomorrow?” You asked smiling. “That sounds wonderful.” Wanda practically beamed at the prospect of seeing you in a bikini and spending an entire day with you. “See you tomorrow then.” You pulled away, only to be stopped by her hand.

She held you close to her again, looking down at you and into your eyes, before she kissed you again, deeply and fully, before she released you with a sigh and let you open the door, watching you walk away and entering your house.

When you finally disappeared from her view, she closed her front door, leaning against it with the biggest grin on her face. She had kissed you. And it was magical.

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❤️ Glad you’re back! ❤️

I can’t remember your request guidelines rn so I’m gonna play it safe. Coddling and complimenting Eddie? 👀

RRRAHHHH THAT WAS QUICK!!!!!!! ALR, YES. Eddie needs to be spoiled and just. so much attention. I am very much willing to give that to him. that being said

cw: Eddie being traumatized (duh), a bit of angst, a dash of relationship issues, dw they fix it, happy ending, fluff

Never Too Much

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okay so bc of Eddie's past, we know he most probably has a lot of trouble getting into relationships, let alone romantic ones.

so when he met you, and obsessed over you, of course, he felt so lucky he could even breathe the same air as you

but nothing good ever lasts for him, everything is ripped away from him by this god forsaken city. he tries not to get too attached (and fails miserably) so he's shy for longer than he should be.

he's just trying to be prepared for when you'll leave him.

he's absolutely surprised when you don't

he doesn't say anything, of course, but he's just utterly confused

how? how didn't you leave him? all this city had taught him was how he wasn't good enough, how he was different, and how different people, people like him, don't get anything nice. don't deserve anything nice.

you notice this. you always do. it's not hard to tell when he's overthinking. he'll stop and take deep breaths or immerse himself in puzzles, but you're working on communication

you decide to start coddling Edward. to spoil him a little bit.

it doesn't even have to be something big, he'll be grateful for whatever you give him, although he doesn't quite know how to tell you or thank you properly

Eddie hadn't been your Eddie for the last two weeks or so, consumed with work and his plans to cleanse the city. He hadn't had the energy to be quite romantic or intimate lately, so things had been a little colder than usual. It hurt. Did he not love you?

One day you realized your mistake. Eddie? Your Eddie worshipped you. Sure, he could have his bad moments and want some time to himself, but after all the neglect and abuse he'd lived, he probably wanted to be coddled. He just was too embarrassed to ask you to do it. No wonder things had been like this. It was your turn to take the lead.

Now you knew, and you decided to take matters into your own hands. For the last couple of weeks you had been thinking of little ways to make him feel better, and today would finally be the day when you unleashed them all onto little unsuspecting Edward.

You hear the creak and slam of the door to your apartment. In comes Edward's tumbling silhouette, shuffling around to plop down on the couch next to you. Your sweet boy, all tired from work, all tired from this city. He always was.

"Eddie! Oh honey I missed you so much...", you coo, and his heart melts, because although he knows you adore him, he's used to having his absence not quite matter.

He's silent as he shuffles a little closer to you, and you immediately receive him with open arms and an inviting hug.

"Tough day?", you ask, and he nods. You do as well, and hold his shoulders.

"I got a little surprise for you, c'mon, follow me", you tell him. He looks at you, eyebrows knitted in confusion. You help him get up and slowly peel off his jacket, take his hand, and lead him to your bathroom.

He doesn't even get to see what it is before a sweet aroma invades his nostrils. Your tiny bathroom, adorned with scented candles, bubbles and rose petals floating on your tiny tub (if you could call it that).

What?

He looks at you, confused. Why would you do this? Why you, such an angelic being, the antithesis of this dirty city, do this for him, a broken man?

"I- you didn't-", he starts.

"I didn't have to, I know. But you've been so stressed lately and I wanted to help you relax...", you explain kindly. You start shredding your clothes, ready to enter the tub with him. You extend your hand to him, and he feels as if he's being dragged to the pearly gates of heaven.

"Besides, I've been missing you so much... I wanted you all to myself a lil' bit...", you say, and ignore the sting in your eyes. You really did miss him so so much...

"You can have me all to yourself whenever you want (Y/n)...", he stutters out, feeling guilty.

"Oh...", you let out. There he was, so kind, so sweet to you, so unapologetically yours.

"Well, in that case...", you say, almost seductively, but cover up a little once again when you remember your appearance. You were so busy planning this whole thing for today, you hadn't even shaved, you hadn't taken care of yourself. It felt overwhelming. What if your appearance ruined this whole things for him?

"Shit- I didn't- I forgot to- Sorry-"

He stares at you, but his eyes sparkle and his round face is flushed as if this was the first time he's ever seen you (which you both know is not the case).

"You know I don't care about those things. I want to see you...", he says, taking your hand. He looks at you, eyes full of adoration. His hands make their way to your waist and caress it gently, bringing you closer. He leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.

A few happy tears escape your eyes. There he was, the Eddie you've been missing. You help him undress, hands sliding lovingly over every inch of skin you know he's not fond of. Eddie. Your Eddie, so soft and round and most of all, so gentle.

You both get in the tub, cuddled up together. You don't even need to say a word. You both occasionally ask each other questions regarding doubts or insecurities, and reassure each other. When you're both satisfied with each other's answers you share the silence, snuggled up.

"You're so pretty, Eddie... my baby..."

He shivers, and you keep going.

"I love you, Eddie. You're kind and so so sweet. You deserve this, Eddie"

You notice by the way he shakes that now it's his turn to cry, happy cry, of course.

"My baby, you're so strong... You're safe here, you're okay. I love you Eddie, I'll never leave you". You coo.

He sobs, feeling free to break down in your presence. You kiss his tears away.

"Th-Thank you... you're too good to me... you do too much...", he hiccups.

"Oh, but don't you get it, Eddie? It's never too much", you reply, and for the first time, he begins to believe it.

[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Isekaied Reversed Pt. 3 ✦ 」

↳ Deciding it's better early than later, you inform Xiao about the reality of Teyvat and sooner or later doubts start clouding your head.

[Tags: @itztaki @hannya-writes @7sins7dreams @iota1111 @sakuramouchi]

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The two of you sat in the living room, you sat on the couch as he sat on the preferred ground.

"Alright, promise you won't react too badly when I tell you this?" You questioned for confirmation. The adeptus only shrugged. "I cannot promise of what I don't know."

You stared blankly at the short man at his riddle but nodded nonetheless, "understandable."

Clearing your throat you proceeded the explaining, praying that whatever God (at this point), gave mercy on you with whats to come.

"Alright, well, to put it simply—Teyvat—in this universe, is a game that everybody knows about." You stated as it was now Xiao's turn to stare blankly in confusion. Sighing, you pondered of a way to rephrase it.

"What I mean to say is, everybody from your world is but fiction here. They exist—your whole universe exists widely here but its not physical. It exist as..." As what? Joy for us? a digital concept thats basically a roleplaying game in which we can control you and your friends and your whole universe is a lie and turns out to be just code and is owned by a company? Wait- that could work-

"-a virtual game, all code and scripts that this universe's people can control almost. Nothing about it is real yet everything is known"

...

Silence fell between the both of you. You waited anxiously for an answer, intently staring down the man as he looked like he was experienced an emotional and mental crises.

"So what your telling me..Teyvat—Celestia, everything i've known is just..A lie?" He uttered in disbelief, his whole existance and knowledge crashing down as he shook his head in denial.

"And how do I know this isn't just some excuse? Some lie that you've created?" He glared at you.

You mentally and physically prepared yourself for this thankfully, "promise that you'll allow me to explain everything first before making a final desicion?" You asked as he hesitated but nonetheless nodded.

Pulling out your phone, you turned it on before entering Genshin Impact. You went over towards the yaksha before sitting down near him. Far enough to respect his space yet close enough for him to see.

"See, that's what some of us think are Celestia's gates." You pointed towards the blinding pearly gates, that welcomed you with bright lights. Entering the vast world, Xiao immediately recognized the layout. "That's Liyue..And thats.-" Cutting him off, you nodded in confirmation, "yea, thats Zhongli in a digital world."

Xiao was beyond stunned, he was overwhelmed with questions and emotions-yet little answers and resolves. How could this be? Zhongli's so...small? And it seems you can control him at will.

"-And before you jump to assumptions, no, i'm not physically harming him, nor am I doing any sort of demon arts to control him or anything else. As you said earlier, theres different universes. Theres a common thing called a video game in my world, which is this thingy right here—and Teyvat is just one many games thats been created."

Xiao looked bewildered, distraught and crushed. You felt quite horrible for the man. Maybe you should've explained everything in a easier manner?

"Uhm..I-"

"Don't."

You quickly shutted up as you watched the adeptus stand from the floor. "I just...I need time to process this all."

You nodded in understandment, watching the man making his way outside to the balcony before disappearing—only small specs of teal and shadow-like fog trailed behind.

Ceasing this moment, you banged your hand against the table, letting out a tired groan. Emotions and social conflict—especially from or for others, were quite tiresome, thus why you hated social interaction.

You just hope this conflict can be put to ease in due time.

....

Almost two hours passed and still no sign of the yaksha. You knew quite well not to worry as almost nothing in your world could harm the thousand year old-skilled fighter—not even the FBI or swat team. But...you couldn't help but have a nagging feeling of dread.

Scenerios started to slowly eat away at you, your anxiety increasing with each passing thought. What if he really did leave? What if he had got caught by someone? What if he....what if he decided to find someone who could actually help him..?

The last thought killed your heart. Honestly, you were never the main character type-far from it actually. You were more of a background character that played no significant role in life. Though, this experience would change that—it would give your life better meaning..yet, if that one main factor is gone...then its just back to square one.

Shaking your head, you shoved the negative and selfish thoughts aside,

This isn't about you, this is about Xiao. He's experiencing a life and probably also identity crises at the moment.

But for now, all you can do is give him his requested time.

...

An hour passed, there was still an absent sign of the yaksha.

Your worry grew ever so slightly. You knew nothing from your universe could take him down—not even the fbi, but you still couldn't shake the feeling that something could've happened.

As you walked around the apartment, no yaksha was in sight, the only option left was the roof.

...

Making your way up the concerningly long ass staircase, you opened the rusted metal door, only to be met with the same jade spear from not to long ago.

"Is this going to be a natural-daily occurrence or..?" You chuckled, not daring to move in fear of being punctured.

Xiao huffed in annoyance, retracting his spear before it disappeared into his inventory-gold specs replacing it's spot before disappearing. "For someone who knows a lot about us, your will on living seems slim—shouldn't you know sneaking on an adeptus without warning can lead to injuries?" He lectured, crossing his arms with a grunted look.

You rubbed your neck embarrassed, a small nervous chuckle escaped your vocal cords in replacement of words. "Sorry."

The adeptus shook his head, dismissing the mishap before walking towards the edge of the roof top, settling down at the edge, you followed in suit.

The moment of silence was defeaning between the two of you—only the whirring and explosive engines of cars and chirping birds ever so now and then filling the gap.

"So...do you want to talk about anything?" You asked, breaking the small tension. Xiao looked at you before furrowing his brows in thought. Of coarse he had much to ask, he had a bunch of questions and concerns that were gearing through his head, honestly he was surprised he hadn't received a headache yet. Yet his stoic demeanor and built exterior wouldn't allow him to spill—to show vulnerability. Though his persona did allow one question..

"Why..."

You stared at him dumbfounded, "Context?"

"Why...why did you decide to tell me about...all of this?—Why were we made? I...Was everything just..a lie?..." Xiao furrowed his brows as he looked down, his head swirling with unanswered thoughts that ate away at him. It was grueling.

You looked at him apathetically, how could you answer it? You didn't know. "Well, isn't it best to know sooner than be crushed later? In a different perspective, knowing 'the truth'...don't you think it would be easier to let the emotions settle in early than having to deal with them later?" You questioned. The adeptus only looked down in thought before sighing in agreement. "Adding on, I don't think your whole world is a lie. As we're experiencing now, there's a whole bunch of universes. You just so happen to stumble upon one where..hm, lets say indulged in on your world? You—the others, the whole of Teyvat most likely exists in general, just not here—if that helps." You assured the man. You couldn't exactly put it into words as you weren't much of a comforter but fanfics help with that. you try.

Xiao couldn't muster any words, his brain still processing everything. Looking below him at the streets, the moving cars, the occasional barks of dogs, the scenery. With a sigh, he let his mind at ease into a new perspective.

"It...it will take a while for me to digest all of this. But while i'm here, I should know more about this world than anything else." He spoke, his demeanor still stoic.

You let out a small nod, smiling, "of coarse."

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[A/N: That took quite a bit, sorry for the long wait, mixed up the plot for the majority and had to restart. I really hope that this went at a good pace and nothing was too fast or slow. TxT, anyways, thank you for reading!]

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[ Masterlist ]

[incorrectmlpstudentsixquotes]

Ocellus: Is someone gonna tell me what I just saw?

Ocellus’ Mom: Well…

Thorax: Ocellus, please, let me explain-

Ocellus: Your highness, respectfully, I will cook you if I see your hussy lips move again. Mom?

Ocellus’ Mom: It’s… true, honey, the king and I were kissing…

Ocellus: (gasp) No, no, we’re good.

Thorax: Really?

Ocellus: No, me and her are good, I’m killing a twink tonight. Stand up.

Thorax: Ocellus, please!

Ocellus: No, your highness, this is how it’s got to be. I’m gonna kill you now, then I’m gonna go into my mind palace and kill you again. I’m gonna kill your green soul in my mind palace, my king.

Thorax: Give me a chance to explain myself!

Ocellus: No, because you have to abandon your gods now, my king! Because if you get up there, I’m hydra smashing the pearly gates open and I’m bringing you down, my king.

Thorax: Not down!

Ocellus: Down to H. E. Double hockey sticks. And if I can’t shove you down, I’m flushing you down. And if I can’t flush you down, I’m getting the plunger.

Thorax: (crying) Don’t get the plunger!!

Ocellus: (also crying) But I gotta get the plunger, your highness! Because you’re an evil courtesan! And that’s where evil courtesans go! Double hockey stick land!

Ocellus’ Mom: Okay, you’re both crying now. Can we pause?

Ocellus: It’s okay, Mom, it’s not your fault.

Ocellus’ Mom: See now…

Ocellus: I let an anorexic fox into the henhouse, and what did he do? He got his lips all over you!

Thorax: Not all over her…

Ocellus: Are you trying to find out, my king? Cause if you keep flipping around, you’re gonna find out!

Ocellus’ Mom: Honey… I kissed Thorax.

Ocellus: (gasp) Mommy, no!

Ocellus’ Mom: Honey, I got a little tipsy at dinner and your father’s been away and I promise I’ll tell him everything when he gets back-

Thorax: (under his breath) Good luck with that…

Ocellus: MY KING!! If you test me, I’m going to have to give you the smoke!!

Ocellus’ Mom: Y’know what, it’s been a long night, and I think we all just need to go to bed.

Thorax: Agreed!

Ocellus: Watch it…

Thorax: I am not staying here!

Ocellus: I got my eye on you, homewrecker…

Ocellus’ Mom: Ocellus!

Ocellus: Love you, mommy. (BLEEEEEP), Thorax.

Thorax: ….. (tears of pride) She’s come so far!

[f4y3w00d5]

Wheres Faye regressing to next? Why! She's regressing to the VERY beginning, where she was being emotionally manipulated by her parents!!! Pure As A Lamb by Baby Bugs explains it perfect. 'you told me I wasn't worthy  But god always has a plan  They shaped and transformed me Into someone they'd liked to see A quiet modest young lady  That's who I was meant to be' 'I'm pure I'm pure I'm pure as a lamb  I'm heavens little virgin  Too holy for man  I'm glass I'm fire I don't know hate  And that's how I'll get to the pearly gates I'm pure I'm pure  I'm pure as a lamb  I pray every morning  And as much as I can  A whispered blessing is all I can say' heh thats what they taught her!!! Thats where she's regressing to!!! Before she realised that what they were doing wasnt right, when she believed it all!!!

[lunarflux]

I'm gonna put my Aemond argument into a different perspective using a song that I've had to explain to people.

If you don't listen to Bad Omens, the lead singer who wrote this song explained that he has a complicated relationship with God following an incident in his childhood when he was in a car accident that resulted in all of his friends dying. If you heard this song with absolutely no context and saw the album was called "Finding God Before God Finds Me" then you read the lyrics "Here am I, take me to the pearly gates so I can look you in the eye when I spit in your face," you would think SO many odd things about how whoever wrote this feels about God.

And then you look at the reason and you have to swallow the concept that - fuck, okay, he has a reason. I can't defend him or the song, but I understand why someone would write this. A tragic incident like that would obviously lead someone to lose their faith and endlessly ask why this had to happen, and no amount of reasoning would satisfy or deter that thought process.

I also think (possibly controversial opinion) Aemond doesn't actually hate his brother because someone would have to be worth your time for you to hate them. Aemond believes he's superior, and he put in the work to be able to say that with confidence. The only thing that held him back from proving it was the fact that Aegon was born first.

[mrhyde-mrseek]

Music and SMS

(Some of these make sense, some of them are based purely on vibes. Enjoy!)

Sherlock

Artists: Sufjan Stevens, Fish in a Birdcage, Vermillion Lies, Joel Sunny

Songs: “Je Te Laisserai Des Mots” by Patrick Watson, “All I Really Want” from Jagged Little Pill, “BATTLE OF THE LARYNX” by Melanie Martinez

Lyrics: So can we pretend, sweetly?/Before the mystery ends/I am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands/There's only a shadow of me, in a matter of speaking, I'm dead (“John My Beloved,” Sufjan Stevens)

Watson

Artists: The Army, The Navy (that’s one artist btw), Hozier, The Lumineers, Lucy Spraggan

Songs: “The Bug Collector” by Hayley Heynderickx, “Army Dreamers” by Kate Bush, “I’ve Got A Friend” by Maggie Rogers, “November” by Sparkbird

Lyrics: I told you all about the scar on my shoulder/And you told me you're terrified of getting older (“Inside Out,” Zedd & Griff)

The Time Traveller

Artists: Cosmo Sheldrake, Cody Fry, Sara Bareilles, Ryn Weaver, The Wombats

Songs: “Wish That You Were Here” by Florence + The Machine, “New Discovery” by The Crane Wives, “Underground” by Cody Fry, “Fake My Death” by Dolo Tonight & Roe Kapara

Lyrics: If we're controlled from above/How do you explain evil?/But if it's all just a damn free-for-all/How do you explain anything, anything? (“Rainbowfish,” Abby Cates)

Jekyll/Hyde

Artists: Will Wood/Will Wood and the Tapeworms, Florence + The Machine, Autoheart, Bishop Briggs

Songs: “The Scientist” by Coldplay, “Zydrate Anatomy” from Repo! The Genetic Opera, “Strength Through Music” by Amanda Palmer, “Inbred” by Ethel Cain, “Bird Song” by Florence + The Machine

Lyrics: It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile/All lit up and I start to smile/If I catch fire then l'll change my aim/Throw my troubles at the pearly gates (“Burning Pile,” Mother Mother)

Griffin

Artists: Baby Bugs, Mother Mother, Maggie Lindemann, Penelope Scott

Songs: “Lone Star” by The Front Bottoms, “Brutus” by The Buttress, “Little Big Boy” by Madds Buckley, “Abbey” by Mitski

Lyrics: So, god forbid I'm seen just as an average human being/I mean, imagine if protagonists just died in the first scene/I'm the gap between a tragedy and comedy/Don't come at me/I'm the main character, and you have to like me (“The Main Character,” Will Wood)

Victor

Artists: Ethel Cain, Lady Lamb, PHILDEL, Sparkbird

Songs: “Boohoo Baby” by Snaggletooth, “Come Along” by Cosmo Sheldrake, “CANDLEBURN (Dorm Demo” by Rabbitology, “Bones of God” by Birdeatsbaby, “Campus” by Vampire Weekend

Lyrics: Here-here-heretic/Spit out your gum and bite your tongue/You're gonna eat your words, you're gonna finish your milk/You're gonna drop your gun (“Heretic,” Lady Lamb)

Gwen

Artists: The Crane Wives, Rabbitology, Snaggletooth

Songs: “The Well” by The Crane Wives, “Dear Arkansas Daughter” by Lady Lamb, “Rule #21 - Momento Mori” by Fish in a Birdcage, “Hanging By Your Halo” by Lauren Aquilina

Lyrics: They can't fix me/I’ve always been diseased/I feel it underneath my skin/But l'm too scared to bleed/They can't fix me I am sick terminally/I think that worms and rats are living where my brain used to be (“Diseased,” Baby Bugs)

Newt

Artists: Florence + The Machine, Lord Huron, Bears in Trees, Fish in a Birdcage, Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Songs: “LIGHT SHOWER” by Melanie Martinez, “Losing Me” by Gabrielle Aplin & JP Cooper, “Like Real People Do” by Hozier, “Sanctuary” by Welshly Arms

Lyrics: And there's a praying mantis/Prancing on your bathtub/And you swear it's a priest/From a past life out to getcha/And I digress/'Cause I must make you the perfect evening/I try my best/To put the priest inside a jam jar (“The Bug Collector,” Hayley Heynderickx)

Van Helsing

Artists: PHILDEL, Mumford and Sons, Daughter, Of Monsters and Men, Karliene

Songs: “Around the Corner” by Mike Mains & The Branches, “My Boy Builds Coffins” by Florence + The Machine, “Vampire Reference in a Minor Key” by Will Wood, “Vienna (In Memoriam)” by The Army, The Navy

Lyrics: Eleanor Rigby/Died in the church and was buried along with her name/Nobody came/Father McKenzie/Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave/No one was saved (“Eleanor Rigby,” The Beatles)

Utterson

Artists: Florence + The Machine, Ethel Cain, Amanda Palmer, The Amazing Devil

Songs: “Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D.” by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, “Bad Habit” by The Dresden Dolls, “Small Hands” by Keaton Henson

Lyrics: And when the rain came down/I made a vow out to the dark/Please let her live just one more day/'Cause she is so much more than all her scars (“Inkpot Gods,” The Amazing Devil)

Poole

Artists: AURORA, Birdy, Sufjan Stevens, Florence + The Machine

Songs: “It’s Called: Freefall” covered by Paris Paloma, “Running Up That Hill” by Kate Bush, “I’ve Got A Friend” by Maggie Rogers, “Home” by Edith Whiskers

Lyrics: And god l've lived a lifetime/Because I'm big and tall/But who am I to kill for/The crime of being small? (“Vienna (In Memoriam),” The Army, The Navy)

Mycroft

Artists: The Dresden Dolls, Fish in a Birdcage, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Lana Del Rey

Songs: “Cigarette Daydreams” by Cage the Elephant, “Sun Bleached Flies” by Ethel Cain, “Brother” by Kodaline, “Merry-Go-Round of Life” from Howl’s Moving Castle, “Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage” by Fish in a Birdcage

Lyrics: This study cramped and musty/A coffin to call my abode/Each cold glance l've earned/Passing through me l've learned/Not to trust those that make it a home (“A Letter From a Notable Source,” Beetlebug)

Kemp

Artists: Lucy Spraggan, Billie Martin, AURORA

Songs: “Lua” by Bright Eyes, “Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1)” by AURORA, “no body, no crime” by Taylor Swift, “The Wolf” by PHILDEL, “Not Alone” by Sara Bareilles

Lyrics: Lizzie, my love, is this the best that you could do?/Damned if I leave you alone for a minute/What possessed you to murder the old man too?/Made a deal, had a plan, and an axe wasn't in it (“What the Fuck Now, Lizzie?,” Lizzie: The Musical)

Edmund

Artists: Tears for Fears, Ricky Montgomery, The Beatles, Queen, The Mountain Goats

Songs: “Believe” by Mumford and Sons, “South London Forever” by Florence + The Machine, “Strange Sight” by KT Tunstall

Lyrics: A falling star fell from your heart/And landed in my eyes/I screamed aloud as it tore through them/And now it's left me blind (“Cosmic Love,” Florence + The Machine)

Walton

Artists: Gang of Youths, Sparkbird, Madilyn Mei, Of Monsters and Men

Song: “Vienna” by Billy Joel, “Ship in a Bottle” by fin, “Unsinkable” by Lucy Spraggan, “I Wanna Be a Boy” by Addison Grace, “White Winter Hymnal” by Fleet Foxes, “Eastward of Eden” by Amelia Day

Lyrics: And in the sea that's painted black/Creatures lurk below the deck/But you're a king and l'm a lionheart (“King and Lionheart,” Of Monsters and Men)

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Pt. 132- The Star

Summary: Josie reels from her dream. She and Haldir arrive in Dorwinion City. Thranduil has an undisclosed plan. Josie catches a glimpse from that dream. Narcisse and Josie have words. Josie is unexpectedly cornered. A vision is shared which leaves Josie emotionally reeling.

*Warnings* angst, language, gambling

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"Leean!!" you shouted as you sprung up off of Haldir's shoulder that you had somehow ended up on in your sleep.

"Jo, it is alright. You were dreaming."

You grabbed your chest and closed your eyes as you panted in relief.

"God, what the hell did I just dream? and...I...I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep."

"You were singing and then you slowly stopped as your head rested against the wall. You do not remember me pulling you over to me? You woke up for a a moment and then fell right back asleep as soon as your head laid upon my shoulder. I am sorry, you just looked so uncomfortable."

"No..I...it's alright Haldir. I guess I was just more tired than I realized. Wh..where are we?"

"You arose just in time my lady. We are at the pearly gates of Dorwinion City."

You stretched up to see the huge river surrounding the colossal city. Most of the it looked dead under the onsetting twilight sky except for the shore line, which is where you were headed, but first, a ferry was needed.

There were many boats about on the partially fog covered water, going to and from the lighted bay area. You and Haldir exited the carriage that was parked on the docks by many other ones....and then you saw it. Narcisse's carriage. It was very distinguishable due to the kingly appearance of it. Upon it sat a hunched over snoozing coachman. Your coach sat back and relaxed as he pulled out a flask to indulge in.

"Great. Our driver is going to get sauced while he waits."

"Do not worry Jo, the horses know the way back."

Haldir grinned after his quite cute joke.

"Hilarious." you giggled.

"Come with me. Your chariot awaits my lady."

Haldir took your hand and helped you onto the people filled ferry, and off you all charted across the darkened busy waters.

"So, are you going to tell me why you really wanted to come here tonight?' Haldir asked as you all disembarked the ferry.

"What do you mean? I told you, I need a break from life, if that's what you want to even call it."

"I thought you needed a break from Narcisse, but here we are. Jo, I know he is here."

"And so is half of Dorwinion's residents among others."

"And I could have taken you anywhere to give you a break."

"What are you getting at Haldir?" you scoffed as you turned and halted. "It's a party. I wanted to go. Where else could we have went??"

"The beach maybe, with some wine. You are deflecting Jo."

"The beach? The only beach is right there at the castle that I wanted to escape from for awhile. I'm not deflecting. I'm dehydrated, so let's go get some of that wine." you snarked and continued on your path.

"Right..." Haldir retorted as he rolled his eyes and led the way.

"It would seem the King of Mirkwood is feeling better I see." Jareth declared as he and Harker came into the room to find him standing. "That is good, because you have much explaining to do."

"It would seem you would be the one to explain why I have a wound in my side." Thranduil retorted, toying with them as if he did not know how it got there, but he knew very well what had occurred.

"So the Elvenking thinks he is going to deny that he left his own body and traveled to see his Queen. What kind of fool do you take me for sprite?"

"Are you certain you wish me to answer that?"

"Insults will get you in a far worse scenario than you are in, so I suggest you cooperate."

"Why would I go to see a witch that I despise? All of this is your doing because I will not bow to your commands."

"And after ALL of this, you still refuse to assist me. You could be free, just like that, and go back to your son and perfect little kingdom of disgusting light."

"What you are telling me is if I just agree to your terms, I can walk out of here right now? And you would just believe that I would keep my word?"

"Oh of course not, for I am no fool as you believe. Harker...I think our guest is in need of some more therapy and it will continue to be rendered until I get the results I desire...and only then will you go free. How much are you willing to endure...King? You see, I cannot have any discrepancies in my objectives. Harker, have him taken back to the cage, but first I must speak to you on what needs to be done this time."

The two wicked warlocks left the room while Thranduil turned to the mirror and spoke through clenched teeth.

"I will be free. You will not break me. Not this time. It is you that will be broken..."

As you and Haldir traveled through pathways in between buildings, goosebumps came over you.

"Haldir! Stop!"

"Jo?? What is it??"

"This...place...the buildings, the street...." you anxiously explained as you stared down at the cobblestone beneath your feet. "I...I literally just dreamt of this place!"

You began to frantically look around, searching for the man you had seen.

"Jo, what are you looking for?"

Your eyes kept darting around through the people, and then....you saw him.

"Him!!" you loudly whispered and sprinted off.

'Jo!!" Haldir shouted and raced off after you.

The black cloaked figure whipped around a corner as if he knew he were being followed.

"Wait!! Who are you??" you called to him, but as you came around the corner, he was gone.

You spun around in circles, searching everywhere with your widened eyes....and you smelled it...the lavender and vanilla lingering in the breeze.

"Haldir, did you see him??"

"Who, Jo?? What is wrong??"

"The man in the cloak?? Haldir?? You're an elf, you didn't sense anyone...different?"

"Jo, with all due respect, everyone here is different to me."

"Arrrrgh! You do not smell that??"

"I smell the delicious food coming from that door just over there that we are headed to."

"Oh my god, you are such a man elf...whatever!"

You figured if the man that you saw was anything other than that, Haldir would have picked up his scent long before you ever saw him. You took a deep breath and exhaled...in which you also then smelled the inviting food.

"Jo...WHO are you looking for?"

"It was the man in my dream. He was just here, which is actually a good thing, meaning he's nowhere near Leean. Haldir, he said her name and you know my dreams always mean something."

"I know they do. Try to relax. Did you see his face?"

"I did in my dream...but I do not know him. He's tall, dark and handsome. Blue or green eyes."

"Jo, you just described a multitude of the men here."

"Well, maybe he's going to the party. Let's just go inside. I need a multitude of drinks."

'Me too." Haldir muttered as he opened the door.

As soon as you walked in, there stood Narcisse with a young dark haired boy in fancy attire, maybe twenty, at a gambling table. You had seen him at the castle a few times but didn't know who he was.

Although you were dressed up, you still felt out of place, for when Lola said it was rich people, that surely was an understatement. Most wore attire fitting for Kings and Queens. You may have been a Queen, but no one could surely know that in your simple pale gray dress, decorated with frilly flowers lining the neckline and a tawdry necklace you borrowed from Lola. You didn't dare wear the emerald in public, so Haldir wore it stuffed inside his tunic because you certainly wouldn't risk going anywhere without it. You missed your moonstone pendant, but it needed to be in safe keeping as well, with Garrett and with that thought, you knew you would see him again, if only for that reason.

Servants carried around trays of hors d'oeuvres and drinks, mostly champagne and wine, but Haldir went straight for the wicked Dorwinion ale that he greatly enjoyed. Even the servants, all female, were dressed better than you.

You took a glass of wine as you stood behind the crowd and peeked through at Narcisse, who strangely was empty handed in the spirits department. You figured him to be slamming them back by now, like he was when you saw him back at the castle. This raised your suspicions even more that he intended to participate in the midnight madness underground, and wanted to be clear headed.

Haldir was speaking to a few men at the beer table whom he seemed to be acquainted with. From the bits you heard while your eyes creeped on Narcisse, it was about his jewelry making skills that many there were fond of, which reminded you of the dreamcatcher you left under your pillow in your cursed old room back at the castle, along with the letter you wrote to Thranduil. Surely the servants that cleaned the rooms must have found them by now and you were going to inquire about that when you returned. among other items such as Garrett's Bon Jovi album.

Since Haldir was in his own little world at the moment, you slowly moved through the crowd to view the game of craps, which seemed to be the most popular and biggest one, for it was centered in the room. You continued to stand behind some taller people and gazed through the gaps when you could, catching glimpses of a big bald and drunken man rule the game. Loud cheers startled you each time he won because you were just too small to see all that was happening, until the people in front of you moved on, leaving you in plain sight.

Narcisse was talking to the boy and began to glance in your direction as if he could sense you, his sparkling blue eyes wandering about...and then they found yours.

You stood frozen as he looked at you in shock, lowering your eyes as your heart raced.

Why on earth were you so on edge of him knowing you were there? It wasn't like you could hide from him all night, and why were you even hiding? You purposely came there for him, in fear of what he might get himself in to. It unnerved you that you even cared after what he had done...but you did.

You spun around to stupidly walk away as if he had not seen you or would come after you, because that's exactly what he did, cutting you off mid retreat.

"Well well well, what do we have here? I thought I smelled cherries."

You gasped, almost spilling your wine as you swiftly halted or you would have ran straight into him.

"Cat got your tongue girl?" he asked as you stood speechless, inhaling the whiff of his peppermint scent that carried behind his abrupt interception of you.

God that was the same thing Thranduil had said to you when you first stood before him and your reaction hadn't been any different either as you peered up at Stephane with a loss for words. Of course, when you found your voice this time, you were your redhaired attitude came out.

"My tongue works just fine thank you."

"Does it now?"

Narcisse's brow lifted accompanied by a dirty grin.

"You are so repulsive sometimes, you know that?" you retorted and rolled your eyes. You certainly didn't find his looks that way though, for you were smitten with his fine attire that fit him like a glove, accentuating his manly form. Now you knew why you were so nervous. You were extremely attracted to him.

"Why are you here?" he bluntly asked after your insult.

"For the reason anyone else is here. To have a good time. It's a party is it not? And open to anyone. I came with Haldir if you must know. Why are you here?"

"Ahhh the boring uptight elf. How do you put him and good time in the same sentence? If you wanted to come, I would have brought you myself. Oh wait, that's right. I am not good enough for the likes of you. One minute you're kissing me, the next you're accusing me of attempted murder among other things....and then you magically show up here. Go home Jo. This is not your scene. Trust me."

"Oh stop it Stephane. You're going to get a nose bleed up there on your high horse. I apologized and I will not beg you to forgive me and you will certainly not tell me what to do. I believe your words were...you command nothing."

"Touche' Josephine. Well, you shouldn't keep your date waiting. I wish I could say it was nice chatting with you. Have a good night."

Narcisse began to walk away and you grabbed his arm.

"Not so fast. You didn't answer me as to why you are here, and with that boy as well. Seems to be no place for a child."

"Since when do I owe you an explanation for what I do and where I go? I am here for the same reasons you claim to be here, although I highly doubt that fine working tongue of yours is being truthful. And that boy is plenty of age to be here. He is Catherine's son, Charles, and he would have came tonight regardless of my attendance, but it is better that I am here to keep him safe."

"You...care for the boy. Well my my. I didn't know you had it in your cold black heart to care for anyone other than yourself. I am impressed."

Narcisse glanced over and saw Charles now playing the game.

"I must go now. Wish I could say it has been a pleasure."

He walked off and went straight up to Charles, who had laid out a pile of gold coins and jewels on the table. You discreetly followed out of curiosity.

"What are you doing?' Narcisse scolded him.

"What does it look like? I am playing, and winning at that."

"I can see that, but you are betting all that have."

"Your point is? I have plenty of riches from my father's passing. This is merely pocket change."

"That may be so, but it is not wise nor responsible."

"Narcisse...this is a place of gambling or have you forgotten that is why we are here? Lighten up. You sound like my mother, which is quite annoying. You're not going to tell her about this when she returns right? She's still quite bitter that she was cut out of the will and got nothing. Now that I am of age, this is rightfully mine and I can do as I please with it."

You could see it all over Stephane's face, knowing he had Catherine locked in his dungeons and that Charles did not know that yet. He almost looked worried for what the boy would think of him, and Narcisse wasn't one to care about such things. It only proved to you once more that his heart wasn't so cold and black like you had just told him it was. You also wondered what the story was with this kid that Stephane seemed to have genuine affection for.

"No, of course I will not tell her."

"Good. Now, let's have a little fun shall we?"

The entire room went silent as he pushed the large wager forward, confirming his bet and they all watched like hawks, including you as Charles rolled the dice.

"House wins." the croupier called out after the losing roll.

Narcisse looked more devastated for the boy than disappointed. You even felt bad and you didn't even know him.

Charles stormed off and Narcisse followed him. You then went to find Haldir, but noticed him now speaking with a trio of women, so you decided to go find the ladies room.

Of course, not knowing the place, you got lost and ended up in some desolate area. As you went to turn around and head back the way you came, you smelled it. The lavender and vanilla. You froze as you heard a door close behind you.

Upon slowly turning around, there stood the tall, dark and handsome man you had seen in your dream, minus the cloak, dressed in all black leather, staring at you.

"Hello Josephine."

You gasped at how he came out of nowhere.

"You...." is all you cold muster out in your fright as you backed up.

"Yes. It is I. Do not be alarmed. I mean you no harm. I see you are well aware of me. I knew that would come in due time, which is why I am here. It is finally time that we met."

"I...you...were in my dream. Who are you and what do you want with my daughter?! Are you a...death dealer??"

The man chuckled. "No, Josephine. I assure you I am nothing of the sort."

"Well you certainly know my name and yet I do not know you." you flatly stated as you were now backed against the wall.

"Apologies my lady. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Matthew Clairmont." he politely said as he offered a head bow.

"Am...I supposed to know you?" you asked in confusion as he just stared at you again.

"No, but it is time that you do."

"Alright?? Well, how about you start explaining that and also answer my question about my daughter."

"Ahh yes, your dream. I did that so you would be aware of me before I came. I did not want to catch you off guard and frighten you."

"And you don't think that vague dream did not frighten me?? And I saw you earlier in the streets. I called to you and you ran off. Why??"

"It was not my intentions to scare you...and it was not the right time to speak with you because of your guest. Haldir does not care for my kind, that is why I waited until you were alone."

"Your kind? Who the hell are you?? or better yet, WHAT are you?"

The door you came in opened and slammed shut as Haldir protectively stepped in front of you with his sword drawn on the man.

"He's a vampire." the Marchwarden snarled.

"Haldir of Lorien, I wish I could say it is a pleasure to see you again." Matthew sarcastically said as he leaned on a chair with a cocky stance. "There will be no need for the weapon. I come in peace. They were right about Josephine's blood. I do not crave it. And as you know, I certainly do not crave yours."

Haldir kept his sword in place, along with a death glare. "I do not know how you got past my senses before, but you have not this time. What do you want with the Queen?"

"Magic." he quipped and winked.

"Wait, what? You're a vampire? I did not know either Haldir.....now answer him vampire....what do you want with me or my child??"

"I would rather discuss that with you in private, my lady."

"Anything you have to say, you can say in front of Haldir. Now out with it already!"

You stepped beside Haldir and laced your fingers into his.

"Very well. There is no better way to explain this than to just show you. May I?" Matthew asked as he held out his hand in a gesture to take yours.

"I would rather you just speak, considering what you are."

"Ahhh, the never trust a vampire rule. Smart girl....although the girl has befriended four of them and three others are relatives."

"I see you've done your homework on my life. Two of those relatives betrayed me immensely. My circle of vampire trust is quite small and I like it that way."

"Someday it will be eight," he said with an anxious look and then sipped on his wine.

You could finally see his eyes in the fireplace light. They were blue....and still very kind.

"And I presume the eighth will be you huh?"

He sat his wine down and folded his hands at his waist. "I will begin my story when your elven guard returns his sword to it's sheath."

You glanced up at the pursed lipped elf and lightly nodded. Haldir reluctantly lowered it, but refused to sheath it.

"Fair enough. I, like yourself, have a gift of prophetic dreams. But unlike you, I also see them in my waking hours. I have no control over them or know they will come."

You quickly looked up at Haldir again. "Foresight, like...Elrond?"

"That would be the only thing he would have in common with an elf." Haldir snarked.

"Haldir, I understand your hatred for vampires after what happened to your parents and I am sorry for your loss, but I assure you, we are not all evil like Craven. Even Josephine here believes that. I know Lord Elrond of Imladris quite well actually and he and I are not on any bad terms."

"Lord Elrond is not here to validate your claims and you do not speak for the Queen."

"Please just continue. What do your dreams or visions have to do with me or Leeanduil?"

"Everything. I have been having them for years, trying to figure out who you could be or why I would dream of a human, until a vision showed me of your powers...and of your husband, King Thranduil. I saw your upcoming wedding, but I still did not understand why I would be shown that. My condolences by the way on your loss as well. From my vision, I could see you loved him very much and he you."

Your eyes began to well up as you held your chest.

"This is enough. You are upsetting her!" Haldir snapped.

"I assure you that was not my intentions. May I continue?" Matthew gently asked as he peered down into your eyes.

You nodded, causing a tear to free itself.

On the night of November 2nd, I was walking the shore line in Oxford, lost in thought when out of nowhere, a shooting star flew across the sky, the brightest pink I had ever seen and then I heard a child cry. And with that joyous sound, a vision consumed me, I was unable to move, only watch as I saw....my future."

"Your...future? and...wait, that is Leean's birthday. I..I don't understand..."

"Then please...let me show you. I have the power for you to see."

Matthew's eyes were wide with delight, begging for you to let him show you what had made him so happy.

"Jo, do not do it. It's a trick of some sort." Haldir insisted.

"No..Haldir. My intuitive power tells me it is not." you explained as you stared at Matthew.

You reached out your hand and he walked up to you and took your hand. His skin was expectably cold, his touch was so tender, reminding you so much of Garrett.

"Are you ready my lady?"

"Yes..." you whispered.

A white flash of light blinded your sight and then a vision slowly came into focus. Not only could you see the vision, but you could hear it. A song played in the background.

'Loving you, isn't the right thing to do. How can I ever change things that I feel?'

You recognized it. Stevie Nicks.

And then you saw her....Leean...all grown up...and you knew that because of the dream you had of her once, holding Ashmole. Beautiful moonstone eyes like Thranduil and she looked so happy...and...in love....with Matthew. The way she looked at him, and he her was how you and Thranduil looked at each other.

It took a toll on you emotionally for a multitude of reasons and you released his hand with a gasp. For one, Thranduil would roll over in his grave. You hated to have such a thought, but it was true. He would never understand. His hatred for Garrett validated that. She was more like you than you thought she would be.... Leean was in love with a vampire.

"Now do you understand Josephine? She is my star."

You began to tremble. Not from fear, but from the overwhelming happiness and sadness you felt combined, and you didn't know what to do with it. Your chest was tightening. Your little girl was merely a month old, a baby and there she was before your eyes, a woman. You couldn't remove your eyes from Matthew's. My god...you were staring into the eyes of your future son in law.........

[mickimomo]

Before I f*ck my doodles up trying to color them, lemme share them. 🥲

- Set in The Sun and The Sky AU

Soooo. You know how Attuma explains to Okoye that the hammerhead shark is his wayob, in my book When it Rains, It Pours (on AO3)?

I dunno if I'll write about these doodles in Storm or make a side fic for this, but I kinda brainstormed if Oni, Okoye, and Shuri had one chosen for their attire in Talokan.

I always tell y'all, I have the drawing skills of a chicken nuggets. 😵‍💫 But It's not... that awful... when I put my mind to it. 🥴

Alright. So this is a fashion show. And I'm going to explain it to you like I'm presenting a dish to Gordon Ramsey.

Okoye - Portuguese Man-O-War

I picked the Portuguese Man-O-War because they are beautiful and feared. Getting stung by one of these, sucks ass. As a fish, you're going off to the big fishbowl in the sky. And as a human, you may end up with some nasty zig zag stings (or, in very rare cases, a one way ticket to the pearly gates) because their tentacles tend to stick to your skin and you're just getting stung all over until you get free.

I don't think, Okoye would be limited to just this jellyfish in particular. But, because Attuma likes her in blue, she reps it most of the time.

- I didn't paint the jellyfish tentacles on yet for the skirt of her dress. If all goes well, you'll see the finished product in a day or two.

- It's supposed to look regal and ethereal. Giving the essence of look, but don't touch. Unless you're Attuma. Then you can touch. 🤭

- I attempted to draw Pakal. 🥲 Baby boy will be making his debut again, soon.

- I incorporated shark teeth in her arm bands and the idzila Attuma gifted her when he proposed. It'll definitely look more put together once I bust out the paint. 😤

- She's also dawning her Dora/Midnight Angel cuffs. Along with her beloved spear. I might make it a little longer.

Oni - Blue Dragon (Glaucus Atlanticus)

So, I picked the Blue Dragon for Oni because they eat the venom of the Portuguese Man-O-War. Kinda signifying all Oni has learned from Okoye and how much she looks up to her. Especially in her journey of becoming an honorary member of the Dora Milaje. I also picked the Blue Dragon because they look innocent. They're small and cute, but if you touch them, you will end up in the hospital. (They'll sting you if they feel threatened. 🥲) And if you know Oni, sis has a thing for sending people off to their ancestors.

I also felt the feathered look of this animal was complimentary to Namora's lionfish wayob.

- The feathers on her headpiece are remicient to horns and the fins of the blue dragon. The two short feathers that look horn-like represent her nickname: the Demon of Wakanda.

- The dress is designed around the overall body of the blue dragon. I think you'll be able to see it better once I paint it.

- Also. You can see I incorporated her two spears. Her father's and the one Shuri gifted her. She also dawns an idzila, holding true to the Dora Milaje.

- Her overall dress looks sun-like in design, with how the feathers lay. Yes, they're in respect to her wayob, but they also point to the nickname Namora gave her: Yuum K'iino. Where k'iino tends to point to k'iin (sun) and kinich ahau (the mayan sun god). Being a priest in mayan times had you in a position, second to the king. Which is fitting since Oni is the vessel of bast and priestess of Wakanda.

Shuri - Blue-Ringed Octopus

I think the spots of the blue-ringed octopus are reminiscent of a panther's spots. (I just learned that they have them. They're just so hard to see with the black fur. Sorry for the disrespect, Killmonger 🤭) Also. These octopi have a venom that lacks an antidote. Which can be reminiscent of Shuri's strength and rage. (Shoot. If it wasn't for Queen Ramonda, BP2 would have ended differently. 🥴) And since octopus are very intelligent. It can reflect her intellect. 🤔

- I kept the blue rings on a body suit she'll wear beneath the dress, so the outfit doesn't look too busy.

- I think having a few feathers incorporated into her collar indicates that she's a Queen in Wakanda (and eventually in Talokan. 👀) They also look like Panther ears. I'm thinking of making them reminiscent of K'uk'ulkan's. 🤔

- Her nails are sharp because she's wearing her vibranium claws. You can also see notes of her claws on her bust, like her black panther suit.

- I got kinda cliché with the skirt of her dress. But I just think the royal seamstresses would want to go all out with their beading skills. Imagine each tendril flowing in the water as Shuri swims and having it sparkle from every angle. I have no idea how I'm going to paint this yet. But the vision in my head is immaculate.

Welp, thanks for attending this Ted talk and wish me luck as I attempt to paint this. 😮‍💨 If all goes well, I might draw more lewks for the gang. Shoot. I might draw something for Aneka, Ayo, and RiRi. Or even a Wakandan style look for Namora. 😤

And before you ask, no, I can't draw men. 💀 I've been practicing, but it's not good enough to present to you guys. 🤧

[manyminded]

I cough, getting up on my knees.

I lived a long life. Not perfect, but nothing ever is. I died with my loved ones holding my hands. The hospital bed was comfortable enough. Even if I end up in hell, I’ll be okay. I’m proud of my old life.

But as my eyes open, there are no fiery pits - nor any angels.

These ‘pearly gates’ we have always worshiped are broken. Dilapidated. They are yellowed with age, and even the few plants that grow to reclaim it - was it ever theirs? this is the afterlife, after all - are sickened and dying. The thorns are too brittle to even prick.

I stare in disbelief for a while. What happened? How are there plants? Why is it so sad? And my biggest question - where is everyone? So hundreds of people die every minute - if even a third made it here, I wouldn’t be alone.

Yet here I am.

I close my eyes and shake my head. This must be a test. So I hike up my pants and hike this ground that should be cloudy but is more ragged and rough.

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I have worked for ages. There is no way to tell time here - it might not even exist. But to my feeble human mind, it feels like forever.

I have made progress.

I decided that I would restore this beauty, simply because I could. I would’ve died - again - of boredom otherwise. But it has become so much more than that.

I have become attached to this place.

It feels human, in a sense. I have slaved away to restore it, pulling vines and growing them in other places. I have built up the concrete, made this place habitable. I have learned to work with this rubble instead of against it - using what’s left to make it better. The nearly dead plants are now alive and thriving.

I don’t know what I’m doing. But if it’s anything,

I think it’s my best.

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Okay. Okay. I might sound crazy. But.

I think I’ve become a god?

I’ve started getting whispers in my head. I tried to ignore it, thinking I’ve gone mad, but it’s… they’re prayers. They’re prayers.

I think I’m answering them. Unconsciously, of course. But as I work, building a mansion of what could be heaven from what was once debris - I get more and more thanks instead of just pleas.

I feel power in my veins.

As this place expands, so do the voices - so does my power. It feels this place is a part of my body, like my nervous system extends into this home. Every time I fix something up, or make something new, the feeling gets stronger - and I feel relief in an ache I didn’t know I had.

One time, one day, something interesting happens.

A man appears.

I recognize him, somehow. It’s inexplicable. I know him, intimately, even though I’ve never seen him in my entire afterlife. I think he was one of my followers.

“Is this heaven?”

He asks.

I have no idea what to say. Is it? I’ve worked hard enough for it to be. But I don’t want to lie. So instead,

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

Those are the words that stumble dumbly out of my mouth.

“How do you not know?”

And thus, I explain. What happened. How I got here.

He narrows his eyes, inspecting me. He looks around, inspecting my work.

“I could… help, maybe. Maybe we could make it heaven.”

I smile. I take up his offer - we shake on it.

And thus, the cycle starts again. The next god to our pantheon, I suppose.

When I died I always expected to see the pearly gates. But I never expected to see them in such ruinous conditions, as if they’d been abandoned for centuries.

[mjilightworker]

A Pearly Gates Life Review

A Pearly Gates Life Review

“For We Shall All Stand Before The Judgment Seat Of Christ”

Rom 14:10  But why dost thou judge thy brother? or why dost thou set at nought thy brother? for we shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ.

(Scriptures for footnotes are at the end.)

Well here I am. At the pearly gates of Heaven. My 86 years of life on earth went pretty fast. The line is long but its moving right along! Funny though how I don't pick up on the concept of time up here....

I am quite nervous about all this.... The fear of hell, the peace of heaven, what's in store for me....

Looking back there is so much to reflect on. The balance seems to be pretty even between the good and the not so good. Trying to sort through my past truly is an undertaking.

This will be an interesting conversation to say the least. I am already working up a good sweat! Having mixed feelings about this is an understatement! Oh oh, here goes nothing, its my turn!

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1) JESUS: Come about my son and take a seat. We have a few things to go over. You look nervous. Rest assured, there is nothing for you to fear.

This interview may take some time so just relax and we will sort through your life and establish a new direction in your future eternal path.

ME: Yes, Thank you, I am nervous but I have this overwhelming feeling of warmth, love and bliss! I have lost all concept of time. The feeling is very strange.

I was hoping that this day would be a good day. Been wondering about that off and on most of my life.

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2) JESUS: Your overwhelmed at the moment which is totally understandable. You can recall every second of your life on earth. Your feelings right now are in a challenging place. Your thoughts between your good and evil challenges. Your life's battles that you've have between the two, and the wonder about your future.

ME: Seeing my whole life before me in this moment and comprehending every second of my life. I realize I have had little understanding and had plenty of misunderstanding throughout in my life.

I realize my beliefs were formulated by myself based upon what I was taught or have come to my own conclusion. Then I think about my church and the teachings. I am not sure I really learned much past salvation and baptism within traditions of the church in my younger years. I often wondered about the scripture that says “feed my sheep” (1) and its meaning. I had to search deeper into my wanting more understanding and therefore I was led to a deeper understanding along the way. Sure did seem like there was enough confusion I must say.

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3) JESUS: The Word as you see it is taken in the context of your understanding. Most people read the Word in a literal sense and try to make application from their mind and heart.

Because the Word is alive, (2) each individual is in his own stage of growth in returning back to their created spirit. (3) The Word was carefully put together for everyone in any time and/or circumstance to understand the truths how it is seen through ones' mind in this flesh. Your Father works within your particular souls conscience. That might help to explain some of the confusion you have. Each soul is his own.

A soul that has grown from understanding the literal meaning to a spiritual meaning simply has a different depth on what is being said and has a greater understanding on how to live in the world but yet be apart from it. (4) What may be truth to one, may not be to another.

ME: That certainly would have folks put aside their differences knowing we are all in different places and thought processes. I have not been the best at that for sure.

I'm still thinking I am in trouble. I have always had that “fear” of God. What will happen to me now?

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4) JESUS: Ahhh.....your expecting “judgement” from me and the “fear” has overtaken your mind. You don't know which way this is going to go..... You look as nervous as you did the day you got married!

ME: I am not sure what to think to be honest with you, I can't get over this overwhelming feeling of love, peace, and bliss about me even though my heart is a bit of a mess right now for sure.... The judgement is very much on my mind at the moment.

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5) JESUS: The fear of judgement. This overwhelms everyone. You can relax, for in this life you just finished, judgement has already passed. Your judgement came about as you lived your life. These judgements, as our Father knew you from the beginning,(5) were judgements related to decisions you have made prior to you making them. Then as your Father made his judgements, are based upon knowing what you would do before you did it! Then we can add; For if you have judged yourself, (6) why even of yourselves judge ye not what is right? (7) Furthermore, for if we would judge ourselves, we should not be judged. Judge not, that ye be not judged. (8)

ME: I believe my ego had a lot to do with judgement of other people and actions. After all, it was a natural thing to do. A false protection? Not realizing until late in life that my ego was in control of my mind and had blocked my ability to not only have faith, but trust in God. I have judged nearly everything in my life in some way. Judgement was coming from me when actually I had little or no knowledge knowing another ones' life path and where they were at. Never gave it a thought as to knowing another persons past, present, or future. I can just about imagine how much judgement was directed towards me throughout my life by others! I have learned there is a difference between my mind-ego and my true self. It took a long time to see that my mind-ego interfered with who I truly am and who is in control.

Without opinions on people or situations, I have been living a peaceful life. I wished I had learned that long ago. I had judgement or negative thoughts about something or someone and got irritated over it and for what? I compounded the whole matter deeper into my mind in the present and the future. Sure didn't make me feel any better!

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6) JESUS: You have come to realized some deep thinking here. Your true self was created in perfection! (9)

Our Father created all of Creation from within Himself. Therefore, as Scripture notes in countless verses that our Father, myself, the Holy Spirit, and the Kingdom is all within you and you within it. (10)

Here again, you have known God from the beginning and the Word of God abideth in you. (11) You were created complete but having to live lives through experiences and the freedom to learn how to live a life in love from which you were created.

Why have you separated or created a distance from what God has created from within Himself? Would God separate Himself from Himself? (12) Why would He create a soul from Himself and in love only to mislead his path?

Who really created this distance?

You have had not only the WORD for truths but the whole earths resources to learn and grow in knowledge and wisdom. All you needed to do is trust that you Father is working through every means possible for your success without interference within your freewill.

ME: I wondered about that. How is my life of 86 years on earth have justification of death or hell for eternity when in the absence of time, it's not even a moment of an eternal existence. I would guess that thinking we only have this one life to get it right is a pretty dumb summarization. My thinking was not in the full scope of an eternal life but just this one life.

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7) JESUS: Think for a moment.... The Word, which by scripture is our Father and our Father is pure love and life. (13) The Word written in your souls.....in whom are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. (14) For each soul to live within their understanding in their current state of their own awareness.

Was not your creation in the image and likeness of God? (15)

ME: Yes, I remember reading it but really didn't fully understand it, and that is about as far as it went. I didn't understand the depth of the meaning because there was not much depth in my search for a deeper understanding.

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8) JESUS: Your depth of searching was less then desirable. Your soul as you were created has these truths of life. You needed only to access it. Again, would you think that your Father would create a soul that is incomplete or one that has flaws?

When you were birthed into the flesh a few changes took place. Your flesh self took on the status of a god spoken in Genesis. (16) You create from your conscience and implement at will these thoughts into actions at your command. When our Father had said you can not serve two gods (17) what did you think it meant?

Were you thinking of another god other than yourself?

I came down to this earth to be the example and teach for all to learn about life and love. The two greatest commandments (18) sums up life itself.

Our Fathers' reasoning is so that you have the choice by freewill to live your life as you wish. This freedom allows you to do whatever your conscious mind desires, good or evil. To experience the growth in life through freedom. A life growing to higher loves which are heavens within.

That raises another thought I know you have not thought through. If you have done your research and not trusted other “men” for your personal beliefs, you would come to understand that evil or sin is no more then as Paul stated, missing the mark. (19) Sin and evil is simply making a mistake.

Your earthly life is balance between these too. The distance comes from you and your choice in how far do you want to be from God, myself, Holy Spirit, and heaven.

Mistakes can not be avoided in the flesh but serve the purpose just as well as the goodness you were created. You had to have been created in this goodness or you would not realize that evil or sin is not a good thing. One chooses to sin or do evil because of the love for it. Sin, evil which are errors and mistakes can be corrected. Through correction, you are closing the gap, distance, or separation you put between yourself and God.

ME: I never looked at it in that way. I always put a level on sin. I realize as I have looked at others in judgement and have accused them not thinking that I have done these sins myself at some time, or quite possibly I have not committed. Then there is sin by someone else that in some way directly affected me and I threw it right back at them. No real gain, just a satisfying of the ego.

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9) JESUS: Who are you hurting or affecting in judgement of others? (20) There is no purpose or reason when you are in truths and understanding through faith and trust in God.

Again, who knows but our Father where a soul is in his present eternal life and in their progression and understanding to a greater love in life?

Your ego is opposition of Holy Spirit. How is it your mind-ego knows the future by basing events from the past? Your thinking should be in the present time and living without the negativity and judgement.

ME: I wondered about that many times. I have presumed something from the past and the thought was not correct. I was totally wrong in my assumption and I never realized my ego was responsible for my “so called” security where my security should have been with the Holy Spirit and the trust in Gods Plan.

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10) JESUS: Have you not remembered when I said, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do? (21) Wouldn't that scripture apply to everyone?

11) JESUS: I also see you have harbored some bitterness from your past and have had a hard time with forgiveness. Have you found bringing the past to light in your present has no benefit having peace in your heart?

ME: There definitely is quite a few incidents where I have been cheated, stolen from, misled over a long period of time. I have tried to let these things go but when they come about in my mind I get irritated and retaliate in my mind. Forgiveness was not an option.

If I would have not focused on the past and just let the negatives go, not only would the thoughts not grow deeper, but would have simply been put out of mind. I wonder if bring those instances to light was brought about by my ego.

I didn't think not only did incidents bring negativity, but I had compounded it by dragging it into the present, and my feelings were drawn down even further by living those negatives the present.

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12) JESUS: True, when is any negative action or thought have any possibility moving forward in a positive direction? Have I not said, not render evil for evil, or railing for railing, but contrariwise blessing, knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing? (22)

ME: Having never really thinking that through, it reminds me the old saying, “two wrongs don't make a right”. To think that negative things in our life are actually positive or that the purpose is justified does make it easier to understand the overall purpose.

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13) JESUS: Exactly. When a soul realizes that in Creation and our Father said it was finished, is it not finished? God knowing every action and thought in all His Creation, His adjustments are already in place.

Knowing this and the plan of salvation or better said "eternal life." Why do you not trust and understand that the good and error (or evil as you see it), serve the same purpose and should have the same trust?

I like to use the analogy in this manner. How many have come to God or myself that have found blessings through accidents, health situations, sins, evils committed by you or to you? How many souls have come to God or myself when they won the lottery? You can see the purpose and how much good comes from the negative part of life's plan.

ME: Now I am thinking was I lazy or ignorant in searching for truth, wisdom, and understanding.

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14) JESUS: Many answers to these questions are right in front of you and you have no eyes to see and ears to hear? (23) Have you thought your Father confounded your life so that your understanding is blind? (24) Would He raise a chicken to become a duck and then send the duck out to hunt a lion?

As you stand before me, seeing now your complete life, are you able to place any blame to anyone other than yourself for your thoughts or actions while you were on earth?

ME: No, I had never entertained that thought. So I am the only one responsible for my actions, I can't say, “the devil made me do it” or why didn't God do this or do that or why did God do this or do that..... I understand now why I am the only one accountable for my own thoughts and actions.

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15) JESUS: Lets get back to this fear of God you have? This fear you are speaking of is in being afraid? This is a good example of translation and the understanding behind it. Fear is not in the frightening of, but to revere, be in reverence or awe of God.

You certainly don't think that your loving Father wishes to instill fear into you do you? The fear to drive one to do something that you want or do not want to do? Would that not have a direct affect on your freewill and this fear be a scare tactic?

Isn't the point of your life is to want to freely love God?

ME: Actually I never dug deeper or did any research on my own to figure some of this out. It sure does make sense and I wished I had done more on my own to clarify my thinking on so many things that I have read. It does make sense to apply reason in my thinking.

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16) JESUS: From your creation in perfection and all knowledge, (25) your birthing into the flesh, lets just say from the Adam and Eve beginning, you learn, grow, and experience life and carry knowledge from experiences with you to keep you in the freewill and with Our guidance, urge you on from the goodness standpoint.

God would not interfere with your own conscience.

What is having the knowledge of life without experience? To think for example, from your perfectly created soul you have the knowledge of a drivers ed book and is able to ace the test. Now you know how to drive but have yet to actually get behind the wheel to apply your new knowledge. Life experience is behind the wheel.

Granted, there are forces at work that belong to the dark side if you will, but what advantage is there for a soul that our Father creates, loves, and wishes nothing but the growth of love, wisdom, understanding and experiences have any interference upon your soul?

ME: It simply boils down all souls were created souls with the consciousness of individuality and through living life experiences from the first day, building on the eternal path right back to our true created self.

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17) JESUS: Now your getting it! Now the focus should be on and in love, how can a soul think there is condemnation or death when many times the Word states the promise of eternal and everlasting life. (26)

ME: All I can say is when thoughts are in fear, negativity, and without understanding, the word confusion (27) comes to mind.

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18) JESUS: Confusion is a state that comes from Satan. Although Satan is a representation, Satan is seen as his own entities and separate from within. God works within the realms of each individual soul. Ultimately one is responsible for his own evils as you came to that understanding.

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19) JESUS: So tell me what you think. What is next for you?

ME: My next life, however God sets it up for me is a continuance of my previous life and lives in many ways. The love and experiences growing in wisdom and knowledge along the way I believe I will carry with me in my progression to a deeper love. Experiences in overcoming mistakes while I walk the path of eternity with you.

19) JESUS: I think you have learned more in this meeting than you have in your 86 years on earth. Having this new awareness through love and not allowing the ego to direct your heart is a constant battle but all will overcome in their “time”. Because of the promise, all will see and belong to the kingdom of heaven. (28)

Life is the consciousness of God that flows through every cell in His Creation. Since God is love and life, when you remove the opposing forces of love from your life through your life experiences your spirit is on the path back to your true self and your eternal life grows into a closer relationship with and in God, and all of Creation. You will be taking with you life experiences that grew into wisdom, knowledge, understanding, and love on the path of eternity.

How many different ways does God work within His Created souls?

As many ways as there as souls…

MJI (LightWorker)

Footnotes; Scriptures and definitions for Pearly Gates Life Review

(1) “feed my sheep”

John 21:15-17

So when they had dined, Jesus saith to Simon Peter, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me more than these? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my lambs. He saith to him again the second time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? He saith unto him, Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee. He saith unto him, Feed my sheep. He saith unto him the third time, Simon, son of Jonas, lovest thou me? Peter was grieved because he said unto him the third time, Lovest thou me? And he said unto him, Lord, thou knowest all things; thou knowest that I love thee. Jesus saith unto him, Feed my sheep.

Heb 5:12-14 For when for the time ye ought to be teachers, ye have need that one teach you again which be the first principles of the oracles of God; and are become such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat. For every one that useth milk is unskilful in the word of righteousness: for he is a babe. But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.

1Pe 2:2 As newborn babes, desire the sincere milk of the word, that ye may grow thereby:

See also; John 21:15:16, Isa 28:9

Luke 12:2 For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; neither hid, that shall not be known.

See also; Luke 8:17, Ecc 12:14, Mat 10:26, Mark 4:22

(2) "word is alive"

John 1:1-4 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men.

If the Word is God and God is alive it is safe to assume the Word is alive.

Your created self or your soul was created in perfection. God's creation was all good as mentioned in Genesis 1:31

Deu 32:4 He is the Rock, his work is perfect: for all his ways are judgment: a God of truth and without iniquity, just and right is he.

John 17:23 I in them, and thou in me, that they may be made perfect in one; and that the world may know that thou hast sent me, and hast loved them, as thou hast loved me.

Other scriptures would include; 2 Sa 22:31, Isa 30:18, Psa 19:7, Psa 138:8, Mat 5:48

Perfect (heart) is mentioned numerous times.

The definition of perfect in the Greek is; G5046 τέλειος teleios From G5056; complete (in various applications of labor, growth, mental and moral character, etc.); neuter (as noun, with G3588) completeness: - of full age, man, perfect. G5056 τέλος telos From a primary word τέλλω tellō (to set out for a definite point or goal); properly the point aimed at as a limit, that is, (by implication) the conclusion of an act or state (termination [literally, figuratively or indefinitely], result [immediate, ultimate or prophetic], purpose); specifically an impost or levy (as paid): Compare G5411.

Perfection is complete in the applications of labor, growth, mental and moral character for the purpose and ultimate conclusion back to the created self. Born into the flesh assumes the roll of imperfection and by way of freedom in growing back to your created self through experiences.

John 15:19 If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.

Rom 12:2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.

John 17:5 And now, O Father, glorify thou me with thine own self with the glory which I had with thee before the world was.

Pro 8:21-30 That I may cause those that love me to inherit substance; and I will fill their treasures. The LORD possessed me in the beginning of his way, before his works of old. I was set up from everlasting, from the beginning, or ever the earth was. When there were no depths, I was brought forth; when there were no fountains abounding with water. Before the mountains were settled, before the hills was I brought forth: While as yet he had not made the earth, nor the fields, nor the highest part of the dust of the world. When he prepared the heavens, I was there: when he set a compass upon the face of the depth: When he established the clouds above: when he strengthened the fountains of the deep: When he gave to the sea his decree, that the waters should not pass his commandment: when he appointed the foundations of the earth: Then I was by him, as one brought up with him: and I was daily his delight, rejoicing always before him;

(6) 1Co 11:31 For if we would judge ourselves, we should not be judged.

(7) Luke 12:57 Yea, and why even of yourselves judge ye not what is right?

(8) Mat 7:1-2 Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

Eze 28:13 Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tabrets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created.

John 17:23-24 I in them, and thou in me, that they may be made perfect in one; and that the world may know that thou hast sent me, and hast loved them, as thou hast loved me. Father, I will that they also, whom thou hast given me, be with me where I am; that they may behold my glory, which thou hast given me: for thou lovedst me before the foundation of the world.

Also see; Rom 2:1 Rom 14:3-4, Rom 14:10-13,

Gen 5:1-2 This is the book of the generations of Adam. In the day that God created man, in the likeness of God made he him; Male and female created he them; and blessed them, and called their name Adam, in the day when they were created.

Gen 1:31 And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.

Rom 8:29-30 For whom he did foreknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brethren. Moreover whom he did predestinate, them he also called: and whom he called, them he also justified: and whom he justified, them he also glorified.

Eph 1:4-5 According as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love: Having predestinated us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will,

Eph 1:11 In whom also we have obtained an inheritance, being predestinated according to the purpose of him who worketh all things after the counsel of his own will:

John 17:22-23 And the glory which thou gavest me I have given them; that they may be one, even as we are one: I in them, and thou in me, that they may be made perfect in one; and that the world may know that thou hast sent me, and hast loved them, as thou hast loved me.

1Co 15:49 And as we have borne the image of the earthy, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly.

Mat 3:2 And saying, Repent ye: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.

Mat 4:17 From that time Jesus began to preach, and to say, Repent: for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.

Mat 13:11 He answered and said unto them, Because it is given unto you to know the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven, but to them it is not given.

Mat 18:3 And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

If little children are in the kingdom here on earth, how can it not be you can have the kingdom within you as an adult right now?

How about the poor?

Luke 6:20 And he lifted up his eyes on his disciples, and said, Blessed be ye poor: for yours is the kingdom of God.

Mar 3:24 And if a kingdom be divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand.

Here again, if the kingdom is within you, what is the cause to be divided within itself?

Also see; Mat 10:7, Luke 10:11

1John 2:14 I have written unto you, fathers, because ye have known him that is from the beginning. I have written unto you, young men, because ye are strong, and the word of God abideth in you, and ye have overcome the wicked one.

1John 2:24 Let that therefore abide in you, which ye have heard from the beginning. If that which ye have heard from the beginning shall remain in you, ye also shall continue in the Son, and in the Father.

Acts 15:18 Known unto God are all his works from the beginning of the world.

John 15:7 If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you.

Act 15:18 Known unto God are all his works from the beginning of the world.

See Also; (John 5:38, Col 3:16, Heb 8:10, 2John 1-2, 1John 1:3, 1John 1:7, 1John 4:13, 1John 4:16, John 14:20, John 14:23, John 17:21-24)

If we have the kingdom within and came from God, when we distance ourselves from Him we are dividing and creating a separation from Him.

Mat 12:25-26 And Jesus knew their thoughts, and said unto them, Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and every city or house divided against itself shall not stand: And if Satan cast out Satan, he is divided against himself; how shall then his kingdom stand?

the kingdom is; everlasting (Psalms 145:13)

the poor in spirit (Mat 5:3)

persecuted for righteousness' sake (Mat 5:10)

do and teach commandments (Mat 5:19)

doeth the will of the Father (Mat 7:21)

cast out devils (Mat 12:28)

knowing the mysteries of the kingdom Mat 13:11)

sowing good seeds (Mat 13:31)

a treasure hidden in the field hath found (Mat 13:44)

will have keys to the kingdom (Mat 16:19)

humble oneself as a child (Mat 18:4)

is at hand (Mark 1:15)

not divided against itself (Mark 3:24)

drink fruit of the vine (Mark 14:25)

preach the kingdom of God (Luke 4:43)

be born again (John 3:3)

John 1:1-4 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men.

1John 4:8 He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.

1John 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.

Also see; Psalms 36:9, Psalms 84.11

Deu 11:18 Therefore shall ye lay up these my words in your heart and in your soul, and bind them for a sign upon your hand, that they may be as frontlets between your eyes.

Rom 10:8 But what saith it? The word is nigh thee, even in thy mouth, and in thy heart: that is, the word of faith, which we preach;

Col 3:16 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.

Psalms 119:11 Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.

Col 3:16 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.

Col 3:10 And have put on the new man, which is renewed in knowledge after the image of him that created him:

NOTE: a new man, which is RENEWED in knowledge.

G341 ἀνακαινόω anakainoō From G303 and a derivative of G2537; to renovate: - renew. G303 ἀνά ana an-ah' A primary preposition and adverb; properly up; but (by extension) used (distributively) severally, or (locally) at (etc.): - and, apiece, by, each, every (man), in, through. In compounds (as a prefix) it often means (by implication) repetition, intensity, reversal, etc. G2537 καινός kainos Of uncertain affinity; new (especially in freshness; while G3501 is properly so with respect to age): - new.

To renovate is to renew something. Therefore, a man's knowledge of the Word was prior to birthing to the flesh.

(16) of a god spoken in Genesis

Gen 3:5 For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.

Gen 3:22 And the LORD God said, Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live for ever:

Mat 6:24 No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.

Mammon in the Greek text; G3126 μαμμωνᾶς mammōnas Of Chaldee origin (confidence, that is, figuratively wealth, personified); mammonas, that is, avarice (deified): - mammon.

Mammon is in reference to wealth. Therefore, the god spoken of is oneself and not another spirit. When you understand that you are a god on this earth, you are serving yourself. In the case of wealth, money being a god or idol.

(18) the two greatest commandments

Mat 22:36-39 Master, which is the great commandment in the law? Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.

(19) missing the mark.

Sin in the Greek text is; G266 ἁμαρτία hamartia From G264; sin (properly abstract): - offence, sin (-ful). G264 ἁμαρτάνω hamartanō Perhaps from G1 (as a negative particle) and the base of G3313; properly to miss the mark (and so not share in the prize), that is, (figuratively) to err, especially (morally) to sin: - for your faults, offend, sin, trespass. G1 Α A al'-fah Of Hebrew origin; the first letter of the alphabet: figuratively only (from its use as a numeral) the first. Often used (usually “an”, before a vowel) also in composition (as a contraction from G427) in the sense of privation; so in many words beginning with this letter; occasionally in the sense of union (as a contraction of G260): - Alpha. G3313 μέρος meros mer'-os From an obsolete but more primary form of μείρομαι meiromai (to get as a section or allotment); a division or share (literally or figuratively, in a wide application).

Summarizing; Sin is no more then missing the mark. To err. A division. To share in the prize.

1Co 9:24 Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain.

Php 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.

Heb 12:1 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,

(20) Judgment of others

Mat 7:1-2 Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.

John 8:15 Ye judge after the flesh; I judge no man.

Rom 2:1 Therefore thou art inexcusable, O man, whosoever thou art that judgest: for wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself; for thou that judgest doest the same things.

Rom 14:4 Who art thou that judgest another man's servant? to his own master he standeth or falleth. Yea, he shall be holden up: for God is able to make him stand.

Rom 14:13 Let us not therefore judge one another any more: but judge this rather, that no man put a stumblingblock or an occasion to fall in his brother's way.

1Co 11:31 For if we would judge ourselves, we should not be judged.

Col 2:16 Let no man therefore judge you in meat, or in drink, or in respect of an holyday, or of the new moon, or of the sabbath days:

Jas 4:11-12 Speak not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil of his brother, and judgeth his brother, speaketh evil of the law, and judgeth the law: but if thou judge the law, thou art not a doer of the law, but a judge. There is one lawgiver, who is able to save and to destroy: who art thou that judgest another?

1Co 4:4-5 For I know nothing by myself; yet am I not hereby justified: but he that judgeth me is the Lord. Therefore judge nothing before the time, until the Lord come, who both will bring to light the hidden things of darkness, and will make manifest the counsels of the hearts: and then shall every man have praise of God.

(21) they know not what they do.

Luke 23:34 Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots.

(22) ye should inherit a blessing.

1Pe 3:9 Not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing.

Inherit also includes;

Inherit the earth (Mat 5:5)

Inherit everlasting life (Mat 19.29)

Inherit the kingdom (Mat 25:34)

Inherit the promises (Heb 6:12)

Inherit all things (Rev 21:7)

(23) eyes to see and ears to hear?

Deu 29:4 Yet the LORD hath not given you an heart to perceive, and eyes to see, and ears to hear, unto this day.

Eze 12:2 Son of man, thou dwellest in the midst of a rebellious house, which have eyes to see, and see not; they have ears to hear, and hear not: for they are a rebellious house.

Also See; (Mat 11:15, Mat 13:9, Mat 13:13-14, Mat 13:43, Luke 8:8)

(24) understanding is blind?

Eph 4:18 Having the understanding darkened, being alienated from the life of God through the ignorance that is in them, because of the blindness of their heart:

Pro 9:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.

1Jn 5:20 And we know that the Son of God is come, and hath given us an understanding, that we may know him that is true, and we are in him that is true, even in his Son Jesus Christ. This is the true God, and eternal life.

Jer 4:22 For my people is foolish, they have not known me; they are sottish children, and they have none understanding: they are wise to do evil, but to do good they have no knowledge.

(25) perfection and all knowledge

Gen 1:25-26a And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their kind, and every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind: and God saw that it was good. And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness:

2Co 13:9 For we are glad, when we are weak, and ye are strong: and this also we wish, even your perfection.

Heb 6:1 Therefore leaving the principles of the doctrine of Christ, let us go on unto perfection; not laying again the foundation of repentance from dead works, and of faith toward God,

Col 1:9 For this cause we also, since the day we heard it, do not cease to pray for you, and to desire that ye might be filled with the knowledge of his will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding;

Eph 3:17-19 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.

John 3:15 That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life.

1Jn 2:24-25 Let that therefore abide in you, which ye have heard from the beginning. If that which ye have heard from the beginning shall remain in you, ye also shall continue in the Son, and in the Father. And this is the promise that he hath promised us, even eternal life.

1Jn 5:10-12 He that believeth on the Son of God hath the witness in himself: he that believeth not God hath made him a liar; because he believeth not the record that God gave of his Son. And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life.

John 17:21-24 That they all may be one; as thou, Father, art in me, and I in thee, that they also may be one in us: that the world may believe that thou hast sent me. And the glory which thou gavest me I have given them; that they may be one, even as we are one: I in them, and thou in me, that they may be made perfect in one; and that the world may know that thou hast sent me, and hast loved them, as thou hast loved me. Father, I will that they also, whom thou hast given me, be with me where I am; that they may behold my glory, which thou hast given me: for thou lovedst me before the foundation of the world.

Rom 2:7 To them who by patient continuance in well doing seek for glory and honour and immortality, eternal life:

1Ti 6:19 Laying up in store for themselves a good foundation against the time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life.

Titus 1:2 In hope of eternal life, which God, that cannot lie, promised before the world began;

1Jn 2:25 And this is the promise that he hath promised us, even eternal life.

1Jn 5:11 And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son.

Jude 1:21 Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.

For those that believe in everlasting punishment, (Mat 25:46) for an example lets look at the Greek and clarify this.

Everlasting (life) Note; The same word in the Greek text is eternal.

Everlasting;

G166 αἰώνιος aiōnios From G165; perpetual (also used of past time, or past and future as well): - eternal, for ever, everlasting, world (began). G165 αἰών aiōn ahee-ohn' From the same as G104; properly an age; by extension perpetuity (also past); by implication the world; specifically (Jewish) a Messianic period (present or future): - age, course, eternal, (beginning of the, while the) world (began, without end). Compare G5550. G104 ἀεί aei ah-eye' From an obsolete primary noun (apparently meaning continued duration); “ever”; by qualification regularly; by implication earnestly: - always, ever. G5550 χρόνος chronos Of uncertain derivation; a space of time (in genitive case, and thus properly distinguished from G2540, which designates a fixed or special occasion; and from G165, which denotes a particular period) or interval; by extension an individual opportunity; by implication delay: - + years old, season, space. G2540 καιρός kairos Of uncertain affinity; an occasion, that is, set or proper time: - X always, opportunity, (convenient, due) season, (due, short, while) time, a while.

A soul has eternal life and eternal death is not possible. Since eternal death has no affect on the soul, death can only be taken in the sense of the flesh and in the world. The definitions around the word eternal and everlasting can be applied to “ever” as well as “a space in time.”

John 5:24 Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that heareth my word, and believeth on him that sent me, hath everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life.

To further look at this the Hebrew original text gives this a bit of a different light.

Pro 11:4 Riches profit not in the day of wrath: but righteousness delivereth from death.

H4480 min minnı̂y For H4482; properly a part of; hence (prepositionally), from or out of in many senses: - above, after, among, at, because of, by (reason of), from (among), in, X neither, X nor, (out) of, over, since, X then, through, X whether, with. H4482 מֵן mên From an unused rot meaning to apportion; a part; hence a musical chord (as parted into strings): - in [the same] (Psa. H68 : H23), stringed instrument (Psa. H150 : H4), whereby (Psa. H45 : H8 [defective plural]). H4194 מָוֶת mâveth From H4191; death (natural or violent); concretely the dead, their place or state (hades); figuratively pestilence, ruin: - (be) dead ([-ly]), death, die (-d). H4191 מוּת mûth A primitive root; to die (literally or figuratively); causatively to kill: - (be) dead (body, man, one), (put to, worthy of) death.

Pro 18:21 Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

Pro 11:19 As righteousness tendeth to life: so he that pursueth evil pursueth it to his own death.

Death in the Hebrew; H4194 מָוֶת mâveth H4194 From H4191; death (natural or violent); concretely the dead, their place or state (hades); figuratively pestilence, ruin. From H4191; death (natural or violent); concretely the dead, their place or state (hades); figuratively pestilence, ruin. H4191 מוּת mûth A primitive root; to die (literally or figuratively); causatively to kill.

Rom 8:5-11 For they that are after the flesh do mind the things of the flesh; but they that are after the Spirit the things of the Spirit. For to be carnally minded is death; but to be spiritually minded is life and peace. Because the carnal mind is enmity against God: for it is not subject to the law of God, neither indeed can be. So then they that are in the flesh cannot please God. But ye are not in the flesh, but in the Spirit, if so be that the Spirit of God dwell in you. Now if any man have not the Spirit of Christ, he is none of his. And if Christ be in you, the body is dead because of sin; but the Spirit is life because of righteousness. But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by his Spirit that dwelleth in you.

2Ti 1:10 But is now made manifest by the appearing of our Saviour Jesus Christ, who hath abolished death, and hath brought life and immortality to light through the gospel:

Rom 6:3-14 Know ye not, that so many of us as were baptized into Jesus Christ were baptized into his death? Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life. For if we have been planted together in the likeness of his death, we shall be also in the likeness of his resurrection: Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin. For he that is dead is freed from sin. Now if we be dead with Christ, we believe that we shall also live with him: Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead dieth no more; death hath no more dominion over him. For in that he died, he died unto sin once: but in that he liveth, he liveth unto God. Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin, but alive unto God through Jesus Christ our Lord. Let not sin therefore reign in your mortal body, that ye should obey it in the lusts thereof. Neither yield ye your members as instruments of unrighteousness unto sin: but yield yourselves unto God, as those that are alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness unto God. For sin shall not have dominion over you: for ye are not under the law, but under grace.

(27) the word confusion

1Co 14:33 For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints.

(28) kingdom of heaven

Eph 1:4 According as he hath chosen us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before him in love:

Eph 1:11 In whom also we have obtained an inheritance, being predestinated according to the purpose of him who worketh all things after the counsel of his own will:

Eph 1:13-14 In whom ye also trusted, after that ye heard the word of truth, the gospel of your salvation: in whom also after that ye believed, ye were sealed with that holy Spirit of promise, Which is the earnest of our inheritance until the redemption of the purchased possession, unto the praise of his glory.

Promise in the Greek text; G1860 ἐπαγγελία epaggelia From G1861; an announcement (for information, assent or pledge; especially a divine assurance of good): - message, promise. G1861 ἐπαγγέλλω epaggellō From G1909 and the base of G32; to announce upon (reflexively), that is, (by implication) to engage to do something, to assert something respecting oneself: - profess, (make) promise.

1John 2:24-25 Let that therefore abide in you, which ye have heard from the beginning. If that which ye have heard from the beginning shall remain in you, ye also shall continue in the Son, and in the Father. And this is the promise that he hath promised us, even eternal life.

1Jn 1:1-2 That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handled, of the Word of life; (For the life was manifested, and we have seen it, and bear witness, and shew unto you that eternal life, which was with the Father, and was manifested unto us;)

Titus 1:2 In hope of eternal life, which God, that cannot lie, promised before the world began;

John 10:27-28 My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.

[quill-and-chalk]

Guys I’m this close to writing a Fantasy Trilogy of King David’s (from the Bible) rise to power. Exploring how even power given by God can corrupt, what it does to a person if they believe their violence is justified, and watching one of the most selfless characters in the Bible turn into one of the most cruel and blood thirsty.

The only thing stopping me is that this would definitely be a bit heretical. A bit of blasphemy. Definitely something I would have to explain at the pearly gates.

[somethingorotherer]

1. What is your favorite word? smaragdine. it means "like, or relating to, an emerald", and i've never found another word quite like it. never know why to be honest, it's just right.

2. What is your least favorite word? problematic. not really the word's fault, but people often use it when they are unable to properly explain why they don't like something. if you do not understand it, you should hold off before judging it.

3. What turns you on? truly, i have never been able to figure it out. i'll come back to you when i do.

4. What turns you off? very masculine men. love men in general, but for whatever reason it just doesn't do it for me. might have "fixed" this in recent weeks however, if it sticks then good for me.

5. What sound or noise do you love? thunder. no comment, it's beautiful. also, any working noise heard through it's casing, whether it's electrical hum, mechanical clicks, or even biological groans and gloops.

6. What sound or noise do you hate? not so much the sound itself, but the muted silence that comes with when your ears start ringing.

7. What is your favorite curse word? cunt. i know, i know, but i'm using Australian Standard English and the word has different connotations in my dialect.

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Renaissance style hyper-realistic paintings. i'm shit at art in general, but i've got the intuition and i think i could pull it off after a dozen years or so. this is assuming i don't need to feed myself with it.

9. What profession would you not like to do? wood/metalworking. i just cannot stand it and could not tell you why.

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates? "want to see how i did it?" @hazzabeeforlou helo there! i saw your post from way back when (searched something obscure and it picked up on some separated words) and thought i might as well answer! i have no on i need to tag myself for now, but i'll still tag you with my answers anyway.