#infinite flames of love and passion !!!

[euphorictruths]

Two Lovers- Laura Biffno; 2012

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GOOD ON YOU !!!

Server at work was down for 2 hours so I rigged & animated this little medieval bat friend. I couldn't do any fun texture work this time around but

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[not-equippedforthis]

thinking about rudyard funn's true interests slowly becoming more apparent, mostly without his distinct realisation: the family business is his torch to carry, and even if it isn't a passion it's a duty, it's his life; it's not supposed to be fun. antigone has always been a dark, burning flame for biology and embalming and the science of it all: to her, it's an art as gorgeous as the 4 hour silent french films she watches. her true yet restrained passions for literature and theatre run and flourish throughout the podcast alongside it.

but rudyard? it's an order: he gets the body in the coffin in the ground on time. the part he likes about funeral directing is the directing. giving everyone a clean, timed, proper service. episode 4, when organising the fete, he says, i, i do like spreadsheets. its the one thing he's good at. except he likes building mouse furniture. for mice. he enjoys organising and scheduling --- nothing more to it, really, but then he becomes the town's archivist and promptly engulfs 300 years of town history in what's probably the span of a few days. he can't help but bring up town history. it's his job, what do you mean? he likes spreadsheets. he cares infinitely about upkeeping the burial grounds. touching corpses freaks him out. he's an agent of looney-tunes style mayhem and a symbol of death who also adores order and planning and by god he'll pose in a naked calendar if it saves his fucking schedule. they will get the body in the coffin in the ground on time. day one, it's all about time. if one historical detail is off he'll implode. he knows seemingly everything about history, now. he'd go crazy for wikipedia. someone should get him to watch cunk on earth. update: finally got myself to finish the finale. i'm so happy for them i could and did cry. 'i like researching history' and 'i like writing porn' siblings i love you so.

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

A LOVERS GAME - SOULMATE CONNECTION

PICK A PILE !

SOUL MATE CONNECTION COMING IN THIS SEASON. WHATS THE ENERGY BETWEEN THE TWO OF YOU?

PILE 1 - 'Light at the end of a tunnel.'

This one right here is is showing true romance. This person is going to light up your world in a way you didn't know was possible. They could be someone a bit eccentric, different or just has a less traditional way of being. Strong desire, passionate energy is connected to this vibe you will have going on with each other. Talking on the phone all night, lavish dates away from the city and going slow so that the flame could last forever. Remarkable journey ahead. Just breathe.

PILE 2 - 'Theres truth, and then there's fantasy.'

This flame is connected to feeling real butterflies. Like reaaaal butterflies. You guys will for sure feel that honey moon phase coming within short noticed. But I must tell you that honesty is going to be the wave that keeps on coming. You cannot live a fantasy with this person only because neither you can handle that time of vibe when being together. You guys have to wait for things to truly come full circle. There are things going on in the stars that brought you guys together, but in truth the way things set up in your life and the choices you made brought you guys here.. in one peace. and that's all there is. A practical love that makes infinite realities seem boring. Do NOT let anything break you guys apart because ones personal beliefs isn't the same as the others. Some things that people say on the internet can be true, but it isn't for everyone. You could be living the dream with this person, but only if you open your eyes and recognize who is right in front of you. Because the truth is the person standing right in front of you, and that's all you need.

PILE 3 - 'Being open to water, this time you'll swim'.

Patience, my darlings. Patience. They are already here. The illusion that you guys are so far apart is not true. The universe has a way of placing you guys together through divine timing, the lessons are still being worked upon by you two. So hold it! Make a wish to the sky and allow the answer to drop to you with peace in mind. They are going to mirror back the things you see in yourself, so this person is going to be putting you on a ride and you gotta be prepared to surf. A very strong entanglement (nicely put). You will have to be really sweet to each other, because I'm seeing with one of both of you that past relationships harden your heart and vulnerability is strong with this group. Be patient, with yourself first.. Because it's going to get transformative with this group.

[dolcettamagica]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ch.5

prime rick x reader

tags: sexually suggestive, possessive & obsessive prime rick – yandere tbh notes: minors dni, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four wc: 1.6k

In the vast expanse of the multiverse, amidst the swirling chaos of infinite dimensions, even the most cynical and detached souls can find themselves unexpectedly entangled in the delicate threads of love. And so it was with Prime, a brilliant scientist whose heart had long been shielded by layers of cynicism and detachment.

For years, Prime had roamed the cosmos, his intellect and curiosity driving him to explore the furthest reaches of reality. He scoffed at the notion of love, dismissing it as a mere distraction from the pursuit of knowledge and power. But all of that changed when he met you—a woman whose brilliance almost matched his own, whose laughter echoed through the void like a melody, who looked at him with sparkling eyes as he ranted about his own achievements.

At first, Prime resisted the pull of emotions, clinging stubbornly to his belief that love was nothing more than a chemical reaction in the brain. But try as he might, he could not deny the warmth that blossomed within his chest whenever you were near, nor the longing that gnawed at his soul when you were apart.

Slowly but surely, Prime found himself drawn deeper into your orbit, his icy exterior melting away in the heat of your presence. He marveled at the way you challenged him, pushing him to new heights of intellect and creativity with every conversation you shared.

But love, as Prime soon discovered, was not without its challenges. Your relationship was a tumultuous whirlwind of passion and conflict, your egos clashing like titans in the arena of the mind. Yet through it all, they remained bound together by an invisible thread, unwilling—or perhaps unable—to let go.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Prime found himself falling deeper and deeper in love, his heart opening to a vulnerability he had long thought extinct. He reveled in the simple pleasures of companionship—the warmth of your touch, the sparkle in your eyes, the sound of your laughter ringing in his ears like music.

But even as Prime basked in the glow of newfound love, he knew that your relationship was not without its risks. He had seen firsthand the way love could tear people apart, leaving behind nothing but shattered dreams and broken hearts. And yet, despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, he could not deny the depth of his feelings—or the hope that burned within him like a beacon in the darkness.

For Prime had discovered, in the unlikeliest of places, that even the most brilliant minds were not immune to the whims of the heart. And though he may have once scoffed at the notion of love, he now knew that it was the most powerful force in the universe—a force that could transcend time and space, and bind two souls together inextricably, forever.

Another risk Prime was faced with was that you were one of a kind. Every other y/n was dead or never even existed. You were the only one. Irreplaceable .

As the flames of love burned ever brighter within Prime's heart, they also cast shadows of obsession and possessiveness that grew darker with each passing day. What had begun as a profound connection had now morphed into something far more sinister—a consuming obsession that threatened to consume him whole.

At first, Prime's devotion to his beloved was endearing, his every action driven by a desire to protect and cherish you. But as their relationship deepened, so too did his need to possess you—to control every aspect of your life, to keep you tethered to him like a puppet on a string.

He watched your every move with a vigilance bordering on paranoia, his mind consumed by irrational fears of losing you to another. He monitored your phone calls, scrutinized your social media accounts, and interrogated anyone who dared to get too close. To Prime, love was not a partnership—it was a possession, something to be owned and controlled at all costs.

As his obsession spiraled out of control, Prime's behavior grew increasingly erratic and dangerous. He became possessive to the point of suffocation, smothering his beloved with his constant presence and demands for attention. He isolated you from friends and family, convincing you that he was the only one who truly cared for you, the only one you could trust.

But beneath the facade of devotion lurked a darker truth—a truth that Prime refused to acknowledge, even to himself. His obsession was not born out of love, but out of a deep-seated fear of abandonment, a fear rooted in his own insecurities. And yet, no amount of self-awareness could stem the tide of his obsession, which threatened to consume him entirely.

In his darkest moments, Prime's possessiveness erupted into fits of rage and violence, leaving behind a trail of destruction in its wake. He lashed out at anyone who dared to challenge his control, leaving his beloved trapped in a prison of fear and uncertainty.

But even as Prime's obsession pushed you to the brink of despair, you found within yourself a strength you never knew you possessed. With courage born of desperation, you confronted him, demanding that he release you from his suffocating grip.

“This is crazy, Rick! I thought we were friends!”

“ Friends ? You– You thought we were friends?! That is all I–I was to you?!”

As the words pierced through the fragile bubble of delusion Prime had constructed around himself, reality came crashing down with a force that left him reeling. "Friends," the words echoed in his mind, each syllable a dagger to his already wounded ego.

Prime's anger surged like a tempest within him, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume him whole. How dare you diminish your connection to something as trivial as friendship? How dare you deny the depth of his feelings, the intensity of his devotion?

His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white with rage as he struggled to contain the storm raging within him. "Friends," he spat out bitterly, the words tasting like poison on his tongue. How could you be so blind, so oblivious to the love that burned within him like a wildfire?

But as the initial wave of fury subsided, a cold, calculating calm descended upon Prime—a calm born of a mind sharpened by years of manipulation and control. If you refused to see him as anything more than a friend, then he would make you see. He would bend you to his will, break down your defenses until you had no choice but to love him back.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, Prime approached you, his demeanor oozing with false charm and confidence. "You don't mean that," he said, his voice dripping with venomous sweetness. "You can't possibly deny the connection between us, the chemistry that burns like a flame."

But his beloved remained resolute, your gaze steady as you met his eyes with a mixture of pity and sadness. "I'm sorry, Rick," you said softly, your voice a gentle caress against the storm raging within him. "But I really don’t want this."

For a moment, Prime wavered, torn between his desire to possess you and the realization that true love could never be born out of coercion. But as the flames of his anger continued to rage unabated, he made his choice.

With a chilling calmness that belied the storm raging within him, Prime made it clear that he would not be denied. He would do whatever it took to keep you by his side, even if it meant bending you to his will by force.

And so, with a heart heavy with resignation, you found yourself trapped in a prison of Prime's making—a twisted labyrinth of manipulation and control from which there seemed to be no escape. And as the darkness closed in around you, you realized with a sinking feeling that you had underestimated the depths of Prime's obsession, and the danger it posed to you both.

His affection for you burned like a fever, consuming him from the inside out, driving him to ever greater lengths to make you his own.

Every action, every word was calculated to draw you closer, to ensnare you in the web of his desire. He showered you with gifts, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, all the while plotting to deepen your connection in ways that left you feeling both captivated and unnerved.

But for Prime, love was not enough. He craved more than just your heart—he longed to possess your body, to make you his in every sense of the word. And so, with a hunger bordering on obsession, he pursued you relentlessly, his touch electric with the promise of passion and possession.

You found yourself torn between revulsion and arousal, your body betraying you with each heated glance and lingering touch. There was something intoxicating about Prime's intensity, something primal that stirred within your depths, igniting a fire that you struggled to extinguish.

And though you fought against the tide of desire that threatened to consume you, a part of you couldn't help but yearn for his touch, for the forbidden pleasure that lay just beyond your reach. In the darkness of the night, you found yourself haunted by visions of Prime's embrace, his lips tracing a path of fire across your skin.

“Do you love me?”

“No.”

“…You should start before I lose every sense of self-control.”

He planted a last kiss on your shoulder before he stood up from the bed, walking towards the door.

“Tomorrow we’ll start a series of experiments. You will love me, y/n. You–You must .”

[itsnotsoobiebobbie]

HIDDEN FEELINGS - CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

not fluent in english, forgive me for any mistakes!

genre: angst, fluff

photo credits: @renjwoo

Synopsis: The blue sky stretched infinitely above, dotted with white clouds like cotton, lazily drifting towards the horizon. The sun poured its golden rays over the idyllic scene, bathing everything in a soft, warm light that seemed to bring life to every leaf and flower.

In the distance, children laughed and ran, their happy giggles mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves. Couples strolled hand in hand, lost in intimate conversations, while the elderly reclined on wooden benches, soaking in the gentle afternoon sun with a serene smile on their lips.

Meanwhile, you hid behind a tree, tears streaming down your face. You were overwhelmed with the emotions that Cheol's confession had triggered. You cherished your friendship and didn't want to hurt him, but you also couldn't deny the feelings you harbored within yourself.

On a sunny spring day, you and Cheol decided to have a picnic in the park. You brought along a basket filled with delights, including sushi rolls he had skillfully prepared at home, and your painting materials. You had been friends since childhood and shared many passions, including art and cooking.

Sitting on the green grass under the shade of a leafy tree, you and Cheol began to paint. The park was peaceful, with only the gentle sound of birds and the whisper of the wind. As you dipped your brushes into the vibrant paints, you chatted enthusiastically about everything and nothing at the same time, enjoying each other's company.

To you, Cheol was more than just someone you shared laughs and conversations with. He was like an anchor in your life, a constant presence that helped you navigate the ups and downs of existence.

Every significant moment in your life was intertwined with his comforting presence. From the early days of school, when he stood up for you against bullies on the playground, to the summer nights spent chatting until the early hours about your deepest dreams and fears, you always knew you could rely on him.

Seungcheol understood you like no one else, even when you didn't understand yourself. You couldn't imagine your life without him by your side. He was an indelible part of who you were, a golden thread weaving through all facets of your existence. He challenged you to be a better version of yourself, always believing in you when you doubted yourself. His friendship was an invaluable treasure, a precious gift that you cherished more than words could express.

However, the feelings you harbored for your best friend went beyond friendship; they were like a silent storm roaring inside you, carefully kept hidden behind a facade. You couldn't help but feel your heart beat faster whenever you were near him, or smile wider when he told a silly joke. Every gentle gesture, every affectionate glance fueled the flame of your unrequited love, but it also filled you with paralyzing fear.

You feared that by confessing your true feelings, you might risk losing the preciousness of your friendship. The idea of jeopardizing the bond you had built over the years was like a tight knot in your stomach, causing you to retreat whenever you found yourself on the verge of revealing the truth.

Thus, you kept your feelings locked away in a deep place in your heart, holding onto them like a precious secret that you feared to reveal. You settled for being just his friend, even if it meant stifling the sighs of unrequited love that threatened to escape with every exchanged glance.

"Ah, what a beautiful contrast of light and shadow! I think I'll paint that imposing oak tree over there," you said excitedly, as you carefully observed the landscape.

"Sounds like a great choice," Cheol responded as he savored a piece of sushi. "That oak tree has an aura of mystery."

"And what about you, what are you going to paint?" you asked distractedly, as you dipped your brush into one of the paints.

"I think I'll portray the lake. I love how the water reflects the colors of the sky," Cheol responded thoughtfully, gazing out at the horizon.

Seungcheol felt a growing nervousness within him. He admired you not only for your beauty but also for your intelligence and kindness. Cheol watched you with a mixture of admiration and tenderness. To him, you were more than just a friend; you were the embodiment of everything he valued in a person. His eyes sparkled whenever you smiled, and his heart warmed at your mere presence. With each brushstroke, he found himself more and more in love with you. Finally, gathering all the courage he had, Seungcheol decided to open up.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice slightly trembling, "there's something I need to tell you."

You looked at him, your eyes curious, waiting.

"I… I like you. More than just as a friend. I've fallen in love with you," he confessed, the words coming out in a whisper.

There was a moment of tense silence, where time seemed to stand still. You remained still, looking at Cheol with a mixture of surprise and confusion. Your heart began to beat faster as you tried to process what you had just heard.

You found yourself engulfed in a storm of emotions, a complex mix of joy, hope, and fear. Because, despite deeply wishing to express your feelings to him, you felt a tight knot in your throat every time you considered that possibility. You feared that a confession of love could ruin the precious friendship you shared. The fear of losing what you had built over the years paralyzed you, leaving you in a painful deadlock. You found yourself caught in an emotional dilemma, torn between the courage to move forward and the comfort of the familiarity of friendship.

Then, without saying a word, you abruptly stood up and ran towards the lake, leaving behind your painting materials and the picnic basket.

Seungcheol stood there, stunned and heartbroken. He couldn't understand what had just happened. Had he ruined their friendship with his confession?

Meanwhile, you hid behind a tree, tears streaming down your face. You were overwhelmed with the emotions that Cheol's confession had triggered. You cherished your friendship and didn't want to hurt him, but you also couldn't deny the feelings you harbored within yourself.

After some time, you decided to slowly make your way back to where they were. Your heart was racing, but a silent determination shone in your eyes.

With each step taken towards Cheol, your resolve strengthened. You thought of all the times you had shared laughter, tears, dreams, and secrets. You remembered the moments when your gazes met, creating a connection that transcended friendship.

He was sitting in the same spot, with a somber expression on his face. As you approached him, you felt a lump form in your throat, but you forced yourself to take a deep breath and remember what you had decided. You sat down beside him, unsure of what to say.

"I'm sorry for running away like that," you finally said, your voice faltering slightly. "I… I don't know what to say."

He looked at you, his eyes filled with sadness. "You don't need to say anything, (Y/N). I understand," he murmured, forcing a smile.

Summoning all the courage you had, you said, "Choi Seungcheol, I feel the same way too. I like you, more than just as a friend. I didn't know how to deal with what you said… I was scared and confused. The reason I ran… is because I also feel the same for you, for a long time."

A smile of relief spread across Cheol's face, lighting up his eyes. You looked at each other for a moment, sharing a mutual understanding and a sense of relief for finally having expressed your feelings to each other. Without hesitation, he leaned towards you and kissed you gently. It was a kiss filled with tenderness and complicity, a moment that sealed your special connection in a new and meaningful way.

When you pulled away, your eyes met, shining with a mix of happiness and mutual affection. You knew you had found something special in each other, something that went beyond friendship and opened the doors to an exciting new chapter in your lives.

Together, you continued to enjoy the picnic as the sun slowly set on the horizon, illuminating your newly discovered love with golden hues and promises of a bright future.

[anantaru]

୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅♡ sfw kaveh boyfriend headcanons

he‘s just amazing, point blank ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̫ ‹⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა ‧₊˚

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, sharing kisses, a little angsty, gn! reader

+ ˚ spontaneous dates on a budget

to be frank, your lovely boyfriend kaveh never considered being short of mora to hold any sort of significant problem above his head nor did he ever regard it as something to completely wreck a well-thought out day with his beloved.

sincerely, you knew the blonde oh too well— particularly his charming tendencies to plan out your sweet dates.

as it happens, kaveh would always kindly decline your own offer to help out with any kind of planning because little do you realize was he quite fond of surprising you with his creative ideas, leaving not one stone unturned to make it into a spectacle in broad daylight, on a budget of course.

as an alternative of taking you out for a grand and pricy dinner on a warm evening in sumeru city, the architect will instead search for a nice and cozy place outside of it.

when it comes to the topic of food, he will mostly raid the freshly bought refreshments his roommate had purchased the other day when it was his turn to buy and fill up on required necessities.

now, hold on— zooming to a significant question that might float above your head right now; will kaveh tell alhaitham that he's taking some of the foods he shopped for himself? well, probably after he had already finished them with you, heh.

+ ˚ his fears

when deep rooted lovers such as kaveh and yourself strive to keep emotional and supporting tendencies for a lifetime, your bond was destined to be set in stone, to be eternal and flourishing— giving off light which was parallel to flames that breathe all the more deeply for being closer together.

in you, his loving significant other, he saw a comfortable life inherited infinitely and kaveh was quite eager to keep a balance in your relationship.

because you had been aware of his fears— the actuality was dreadful, of you leaving him behind one day.

the clear thought of such grueling despair alone was formed heavily in his blood vessel, a strong phenomena that cannot be measured throughout his own psyche.

in times like this, it's reassurance he needs, of course, you wouldn't ever leave him and he knows, yet the fear was always there— the frightening perception spreading inwardly, secretly hiding in the fathomless profundity of his heart.

+ ˚ huge cuddle (+kissies) sessions for hours

but now, to the fun part— in spite of the fact that kaveh was a passionate and emotional lover, he too had an abundantly huge love to give to you physically. quite frankly, he couldn't possibly keep his hands to himself and just had to have them encircled around your body at all times.

ever so often you catch kaveh being needier than usual but you really do not mind, you say it's cute if anything, when his cheeks surge with a heated bubbling as he walks towards you with his infamous puppy eyes, awaiting a well deserved hug.

kaveh once told you that being touch starved was one of the things he would suffer from on a daily, even though you have seen each other all the time. was he perhaps dramatic? yes, doesn't need a genius to figure that out, but that was one of the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place.

most of the times you will spend enough closeness together, hugging in your home, not his, but your home. yours was better and not plagued by the evil scribe bothering you, as kaveh had stated himself.

yet my love, do not concern yourself with outside noises, he whispers;

between an occurring storm outside the impounds of your warm home, supplemental to the wind that howls loudly through fallen leaves, in the opinion of your boyfriend, you were the gentle centre that occupied his life, and so here he was safe with you just as you were safe with him, coming to rest at his side with his scarlet eyes gleaming splendidly through the shadowed room.

aside from the cute fact of this matter, it was ridiculously amusing to you that kaveh didn't realize that he was an exceptional kisser, always giving his one hundred and ten percent. foremost, he will take things slow, leaning into your parted lips before claiming you wholly, not adding too much but the right amount was greeting you abundantly well.

you can see himself become excited the moment his movements get more uneven and unpredictable, when he feels like he needs to taste you further in order to feel somehow satiated.

above all, you see yourself becoming whole again as you slant into him, vulnerable and caring, you find yourself addicted to him, as much as he did too— but for every reason that is pure and right, none other dared to share this sweet perception of delight.

you were his safety and love, an anchor he held onto, that he tethers himself to because he so wanted to drag this moment on as long as physically possible.

+ ˚ conclusion and how he sees your relationship

finally yet most importantly, kaveh shares his views with you, he is incredibly transparent and never keeps a secret locked away from his significant other— he found it to be unnecessary to hide any topics that might concern you as well.

essentially in his own terms of phraseology;

“something such as transparency in a relationship was the gold key to my heart.”

archons, he's so damn in love with you it almost pains him to admit it all over again. to describe this fondness was impossible; wether its irreverent topics you'd ramble about together, funny, real as a crystal fly hiding in the rain and walking perfectly with your own dreams and fantasies.

you were bound and free with him, floating and established, laughing and sober— most of the times because if truth be told, kaveh was a terrible lightweight and couldn't hold in his liquor, ever.

but perhaps, now that he has the time to indulge in the kindness of your relationship, it is you that performs the miracles in his life.

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[weird-homosexual-in-your-area]

Pilot B7C2AD, codenamed "Lovebird", was an interesting case. A neural pilot before the conditioning was perfected, before they were a dime-a-dozen, it was one of only 12 neural-sync-capable pilots in its age. Of course the higher-ups would take an interest in it. Of course they'd watch its every mission with almost fanatical attention, cheering at its every kill, gasping at its every wound, infinitely more emotive than Lovebird itself. Of course they'd give its suit priority for repairs, much to the dismay of the technicians.

Of course they'd notice when it grew resentful of its handler.

Of course they'd be watching as it went against her orders, blankly allowing the enemy to fire on its mech.

Of course they'd have to retrieve it from the wreckage of its mech, sensory input and nervous output wires training behind it like blood from a body.

After the incident, the higher-ups had to respond. They couldn't just kill it like they would with analogue pilots- it was far too valuable, both as training data and as propaganda. So instead they anaesthetised it, plugged it into cerebral analysis and peered into its life before the program, when it was still a person, not an asset.

They found, in fairly recent memory, a woman. A tall brunette, working as a re-educator for the state. With the woman came a voice, came love, came a past of happiness and mutual obsession. With the woman also came an untimely fate at the hands of an enemy pilot landing on her sector. With the woman came not only a burning need for revenge, hotter than any flame a rocket could produce, but longing, bereavement and mourning. Clearly, the analysts said, Lovebird joined the program to get revenge, to get a sense of closure for its late love.

The higher-ups soon instructed the comms team to develop a filter for handler comms, to change the grating voice of an unsympathetic, uncaring monster to a synthetic voice based on a real person- maybe a celebrity, or a fictional icon.

Or a lost loved one, their voice reconstructed through every memory of their voice a pilot has.

After this new filter was implemented, general pilot performance went up 21.3% on average, though Lovebird's performance spiked far higher. Debriefs recorded it as "more passionate", "devoted to the battle", and as "willing to do whatever was requested of it when on a sortie". It became the number 1 asset that the state had. Civilians fled the area when they saw it dropping from the atmosphere, a grim reaper by any other name, to avoid being caught in the crossfire like so many others had been. At base, technicians reported it was often unwilling to leave its cockpit, weeping madly with those unsettling dead eyes signature of neural-linked pilots, screeching until its throat was raw, begging to be put back in, sent back into the field, please, it could handle it, it just wanted to go back out and listen to Ena again, before its screeches devolved to desperate sobs, its sobs to pained whimpers, and its whimpers to resigned silence.

But none of that mattered, as long as results stayed on the up. It had signed up for this, after all.

As time went on, and technology advanced, the conditioning process became more and more consistent, and as such Lovebird began to lose its value as an asset. The higher-ups deemed, after much debate, that "on occasion of its failure on the battlefield, retrieving pilot B7C2AD would be more costly than it would be to train even ten new pilots, and as such, it is to be left to die."

*****

After coming up on two years since its first appearance, the monster nicknamed "Lovebird" for reasons unknown to anyone but the spies in enemy territory finally fell. Surprisingly, no extraction team came for it- it was left for the news teams to interrogate, to find out how it was so strong.

As the camera crew levered off the cockpit door, they were expecting a hardened, determined soldier inside. They were expecting the pilot to be frantically trying to restore power. What they didn't expect was a short, seemingly malnourished woman, eyes red with tears, wailing at the top of her weak lungs for the loss of someone called "Ena". What sense did this make? How was this Lovebird? Surely there'd been a mix-up. This must have been some new girl to the program if she was still attached to people from her previous life.

The camera crew shut off the film with a sincere apology for the mistake to the viewers at home who tuned in to see the removal of the leading soldier of the Stormcell forces from their cockpit. As the cameras stopped rolling, a single gunshot rang out across the wasteland, before fading away, leaving only the disgruntled chatter of the camera team. What a waste of their time.

[hanilessa]

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HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE — Childe x F!Reader Chapter 23. Broken promise

Waking up in the arms of the man you love was undoubtedly the most amazing feeling you could ever experience. Of course, feeling another person next to you, tightly hugging your small body in his strong arms, was a little unusual and new, but, as say, you get used to good things quickly. Your nose, buried in Ajax's neck, caught the characteristic scent of his cologne, the smell of pine bark and fresh cinnamon. This perfect combination enveloped you from head to toe in a sweet trail, giving pleasure to your nasal receptors. Your muscles felt a pleasant numbness, reminiscent of your moment of passion last night. Your heart beat rhythmically in your chest, and your mind instantly drew vivid memories of last night.

Your absent-minded, clouded with pleasure, concupiscent and love gaze, looking straight into his blue eyes, which reflected all your feelings and mutually returning it to you to an infinite extent. Your hands were tightly intertwined, he towered over you like the highest rock, actively moving inside you, spreading a feeling of euphoria throughout your body. Your chest, bursting with love and the lack of oxygen in your lungs, which continued to shrink inexorably, dispersing sweet adrenaline through your veins. Your moans, his sly whisper whispering to you the sweetest and most embarrassing words you could ever imagine. Praise flowed from his lips like a song that ended with your duet, woven from moans of pleasure.

Heat enveloped your entire body as the realization came to you. Yesterday was your first time. This exciting thought swirled around your mind, causing your skin to turn red in embarrassment. And your heart couldn't stop fluttering because of the realization that your first sex was even better than you could have imagined. And it was with the man you truly loved. Ajax's every move was laced with tenderness and caution as he bathed you in pleasure and love. Separated from him by the embrace of sleep, at that moment your soul instantly ached with the desire to see him again as soon as possible.

Having put your thoughts in order, you timidly opened your eyes and, as if embarrassed about something, raised your head to look at the ginger man. And a moment later, your cheeks were covered with a bright flame of blush, as if you had been caught red-handed. Your eyes instantly met his. He hadn't slept for some time, and his sly blue eyes watched your embarrassed face with rapture. His lips twitched slightly in a teasing smile as he carefully looked at your embarrassed and sleepy face.

Childe's hoarse voice broke the silence, "Hey, sleeping beauty." Watching your absent-minded face with a grin, he, still holding you in his arms, carefully rolled from his side to his back, thereby placing you on his body. Your skin was firmly in contact with his again, and you squeaked in embarrassment as you found yourself on top of him. Tartaglia smirked, "I like this view much better. I think I could get used to it."

Your cheeks instantly flushed — his teasing nature is back again. The embarrassing words made you furrow your brows, but before you could say something caustic back, your lips were at the mercy of his kiss. But could you resist him? Obviously not. Your lips greeted each other in a morning kiss as if it was normal for the two of you, as if you two had been a married couple for ten years and had two children. Ajax's arms held you closer to him in confidence. And in this gesture you could see his endless longing and desire to constantly feel you next to him. He had never been so thirsty for someone before. The way he loved you was overwhelming.

You timidly broke the kiss, feeling a slight burning sensation in your lungs that needed life-giving oxygen, and laughed when the ginger man made an upset face, and his lips continued to search for yours in order to press it again in a kiss, "Good morning."

Your beautiful smile instantly warmed his heart, and Childe couldn't help but smile genuinely as he admired your beautiful face. The gentle timbre of your voice broke the morning silence and filled the room, illuminated by the rays of the rising sun. Your home-style look was absolutely captivating, and Ajax felt like he could enjoy it forever. He leaned back on the pillow and smiled charmingly at you.

"Good morning, princess. It's not good to peep, you know."

You smiled shyly, lowering your eyes down, looking at the man's pale, freckled chest. Your eyes widened in embarrassment and you let out a squeak, causing Tartaglia to laugh loudly and abruptly knocked you onto your back, hovering over you from above. He nuzzled the hollow of your neck and breathed in the scent of your skin, making you hold your breath. Surrounded by soft toys that witnessed your love, you lay underneath him completely excited and innocent. Childe's heart ached with love.

"Gods, I love you so much." The man whispered, and at that moment it seemed to you that you had forgotten how to breathe.

"Say it again." Your eyes shone with pleading as you looked at him, the way his ginger hair flowed, the way his skin glistened in the bright sun, shining through the satin curtains.

"Hm?" Ajax smiled slyly, leaning a little closer to your face.

"I don't want this to be a dream. So please tell me you love me." You begged. The air seemed to evaporate from your lungs, and you had a feeling that if Childe didn't tell you right now that he loved you, you would completely suffocate. The ginger man couldn't resist how needy you were, so his eyes filled with seriousness.

"It wasn't a dream, Y/n. I love you." And watching your face light up brightly after his words was for Tartaglia the best gift he had ever dreamed of.

Your eyes sparkled with joy, and you happily replied, "I love you too."

Tenderness and comfort enveloped the two of you from head to toe for some time as you continued to bask in each other's arms. Your hands were intertwined, your breathing was even and calm, your mind was empty — the lazy morning was so comfortable and calm in the arms of your loved one.

Exactly until the moment when your mind finally cleared up after a sweet night and a gentle awakening, accompanied by words of love, and the realization came to you that your bedroom was filled with the light of the already awakened sun. Its rays fell on your skin, but the sun wasn't as warm as it was in the summer. You suddenly perked up and rose from your warm place next to the man, who lazily looked at you with a question.

"What time is it now?" You asked and buried in Ajax's body, deftly reaching for your phone to find out what time it was. The man, enjoying the weight of your body on his, looked at the phone screen without interest when you finally unlocked it. "Eight in the morning?! We're late for work!"

You instantly jumped out of bed, starting to randomly run around the room, collecting clothes from the floor that you both had scattered the day before in the heat of passion. The ginger man propped himself up on his elbows, watching with love in his eyes as you ran from side to side in your pajama top with wild hair. Even like this you were the most beautiful and sweetest woman in the world for him, so he couldn't help but laugh loudly when you once again tripped over a small chair standing next to your bed.

Your cheeks turned red when you heard your lover laugh. You pouted and huffed, throwing his red shirt and gray pants at him. "Stop laughing! Why didn't you wake me up?!"

"You're so cute when you sleep. I couldn't disturb your sleep." Ajax shrugged and grinned, noticing how cute you were pouting. You made a martyr's expression on your face and sighed, which made Tartaglia tense slightly and rise from the bed. He left the soft feather beds and came closer to you. "Angel, it's okay, don't be mad."

The new affectionate pet name that left his lips made your heart jump in your chest and you just sighed, biting your lip. The cool air of the room began to gradually irritate your warm skin. You looked into the man's eyes.

"Sorry, it's just very important to me. My boss will be unhappy with my lateness."

"Y/n, it's okay. Don't worry." The man smiled encouragingly at you and lifted your chin with his hand. You looked at him with your doe eyes and smiled too, letting him know that you weren't mad at him. Childe smiled mischievously, pecking your cheek softly. "After all, I'm your immediate superior. And I generously allow you to be late today."

You rolled your eyes and turned away from your lover, "You're pissing me off."

"I love you too!"

A stupid, loving smile appeared on your lips when you heard Ajax's words. At that moment, you were incredibly glad that you had your back to him, otherwise you definitely wouldn't have been able to escape from his stupid teasing. Warm hands circled your waist, and you felt Tartaglia's chin fall on your shoulder — your stomach twisted with excitement, you were filled with a feeling of boundless happiness. The ginger man breathed out.

"Baby, I really know how much it means to you. But you shouldn't overwork yourself. And you should be able to accept help from other people." His voice was smooth and calm, he tried to calm you down, and you felt some relief. "If I..." He paused briefly, tightening his grip on your body in his arms. You listened carefully to his words. "If I fully paid for your brother's education at the academy, would you mind?"

His words sounded like a bolt from the blue. Stunned, you instantly turned around to face him. "Are you kidding now?"

"No, I'm absolutely serious. If you would have just said yes, I would have done it for you."

"But it's a really large amount of money." You shook your head, refusing. "I can't ask you for that." Ajax turned you around to face him and placed your face in his large hands. His blue eyes looked into your eyes with all seriousness.

"Princess, money is not a big deal. For your sake, I'm ready to sacrifice every unit of mora in my wallet. You don't have to rely only on yourself. I want to help you."

You smiled tenderly and stroked his hand holding your cheek. Your heart trembled with love and gratitude.

"I know, but this isn't even about me, it's about my brother." Childe looked at you questioningly, raising an eyebrow as you continued speaking. "He was categorically against it when I told him that I would go to Snezhnaya to earn money to pay for his education. My mother and I barely persuaded him. Need I say that he would refuse your offer?"

The man sighed, accepting defeat, but then smiled and stroked your cheek with a sweeping motion of his thumb.

"Well, if you're so stubborn, I bet your brother is even more stubborn, huh?" He winked at you.

You snorted and pulled away from his embrace. "I'm gonna take a shower."

Ajax nodded and when you were almost out of the bedroom, he said to you in a gentle voice, "But I'm happy that you and your mother managed to persuade Xiao."

You smiled.

"I'm happy too."

And a moment later, when your figure disappeared into the doorway, the smile disappeared from Ajax's face, and in its place came the painful awareness of the deep hole into which he had fallen, dragging you along with him. A disgusting feeling of guilt ate him from the inside, and horror covered his entire body when he imagined the expression on your face at the moment when you find out about everything. The man grabbed his head and clenched his ginger curls in his fist, trying to distract himself from the mental pain with physical pain. But there was no salvation from this pain, just as there was no salvation from the moment when the whole bitter truth will be revealed to you.

Childe took a few shaky breaths to calm himself down and walked closer to your bed to grab his phone from his pants pocket. He needed to make this call, even though his throat was dry and the guilt towards you was incomparable to all his bank accounts. The sound of water coming from the bathroom convinced Tartaglia that you couldn't hear him, and the man was finally able to press the ill-fated call button. He was ready to burn to the ground.

"Ayato is listening." Ayato's joyful voice was heard from the other side of the phone. Talking to him was the last thing Childe wanted right now. But there was no choice. Ajax decided to get straight to the point.

"I did what you asked." His tongue didn't obey the man, but the ginger still uttered these bitter-tasting words, despite the big desire to tell Kamisato Ayato to go to hell. It was quiet for some time at the other end of the phone, but after a couple of moments Tartaglia again heard his friend's eerily pleased exclamation.

"Hm-m, what are you talking about?" The innocence in the tone of Ayato's voice made the ginger man tense and clench with his fist the blanket, still keeping the warmth of your bodies.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Childe didn't want the blue-haired man to notice the tremble in his voice, but nothing could hide how broken his words were. And Ayato knew this very well.

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what you're trying to say." The man with blue hair said mockingly. The ginger man's heart sank with severe pain, and a slight trembling ran through his body. The sounds of running water coming from the bathroom continued to remind him that he was still near the woman he loved, whom he was now so shamelessly betraying.

"I fulfilled the conditions of the bet." There was a buzzing in his ears, it was difficult to concentrate on reality — Ajax could only think about how he was slowly but surely destroying two lives — his and yours.

"Ah, and what were these conditions? Remind me so that I can properly reward your efforts." Ayato seemed to want Tartaglia to be in pain. And for his heart to break into pieces right now. Kamisato Ayato wanted Childe to voice what he had done with his own hands.

There was no turning back.

"I slept with Y/n." The ginger man felt like he was going to throw up. It was wrong, but he made his choice a long time ago. Ajax took a deep breath to regain his composure.

The silence that reigned in the room was interrupted only by Tartaglia's wildly beating heart in his chest and Ayato's breathing on the other side of the phone. The silence was unbearable, and the only thing Childe wanted was for Ayato to finally speak. He wanted to hear any sound except the voice of his conscience, which inevitably began to devour all his thoughts and blame him for all human sins. But before Ajax would go crazy, finally, after a painfully endless silence, the ginger man heard his friend's voice again.

"Oh, you talked about it!" The man with blue hair was sincerely surprised, but Ajax didn't believe his surprise with a single part of his soul. The ginger man tightened his grip on his iphone, not wanting to say another word. "It's wonderful!"

Tartaglia's lips curled into a sad smile as an unpleasant lump of bitterness lodged in his throat. Wonderful, you say?

"You have fulfilled your part of the bet, so I will unconditionally fulfill mine." Ayato continued to have fun listening to his friend's rapid breathing, and a victorious smile couldn't help but appear on the blue-haired man's lips. "You did a good job!" And, as if mocking, he continued saying, "Say hello to Y/n for m..."

Ajax hung up the call without allowing the man with blue eyes to finish, and tiredly leaned back on the plush feather beds of your bed. His blue eyes stared at the white ceiling, and his mind was clouded with thoughts. The image of you flashed into his mind as you lay underneath him, ready to fully accept him and become one with him. Your words sounded in Childe's head.

You always keep your promises.

Tartaglia clenched his teeth — a characteristic grinding sound was heard. In that moment, you trusted him like never before, and the only thing he did was take advantage of your trust so shamelessly to achieve his goals. He was never worthy of even the slightest bit of your trust. It was unimaginable how much the ginger man hated himself right now.

Could things have turned out differently for two of you? Why were you the one who walked out of the company building at the very moment when Ayato offered him this damn bet? Ajax would give anything for you to have the opportunity to meet each other under completely different circumstances that would never have led him to this damn bet.

Childe groaned in irritation. What was he supposed to do now that he had broken his promise to you?

"Still sleepy?" Your voice suddenly broke the silence of your bedroom and made the man flinch in fear. You didn't seem to notice how nervous he was, so you smiled gently and opened your closet of clothes. Ajax, humming, rose from the bed. "Hurry up and take a shower."

Tartaglia couldn't bring himself to look at you, because he was gnawing at the feeling of guilt towards you. He sighed and threw on a red shirt, slowly starting to dress. Silence fell over your bedroom, a contrast to how noisy your awakening had been. Noticing that your lover's mood had changed slightly, you stopped sorting through your clothes and turned to Ajax. You walked a little closer to the ginger man and looked into his eyes.

Your hands rested on his pale, freckled cheeks and you asked, "Are you okay, Childe? You look like you're upset about something."

The thing that made him feel bad was something you were never supposed to know about. At least until you find out that he's supposed to marry Lumine. He wanted so badly for this moment to never come and for you always to be happy together. Therefore, the ginger man decided that he would enjoy the little time that was allotted to him next to you, until the moment when you will found out about everything and hated his entire being.

So he smiled charmingly at you and said, "I'm fine, angel." Tartaglia was always proud of how quickly he could adapt to situations and hide his true emotions. And this skill really came in handy for him right now.

Your face lit up with relief and joy when you heard that your loved one was okay. And everything would be fine, but Tartaglia wouldn't be Tartaglia if he hadn't said the next words.

"Did you just call me Childe, baby?" He made an offended face and pouted his lips, causing you to raise your eyebrow questioningly. The most cocky smile appeared on Ajax's lips. "I thought you clearly remembered my real name when you moaned it last night, hm?"

The ginger man had never seen anyone blush so quickly in his life. Your cheeks burned red and you were about to tell this handsome, annoying and charming man everything you thought about him, but Childe's reaction was once again faster than yours, and he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss. His lips curved into a smug smile when you didn't resist and returned his kiss. Receiving the gentle caresses of your lover, you thought that this morning couldn't be any better.

Standing on the street and slightly trembling from the cold, you held your lover's hand and looked around. It was cold, people passing by  two of you were wrapped in warm scarves and coats to protect themselves from the merciless cold. Also squeezing your hand, Ajax was talking to someone on the phone, but you didn't delve into the essence of the conversation, admiring how beautifully the white snow shimmered in the rays of the morning sun. Small crystals of snow shimmered beautifully in the sun, like beautiful diamonds of the purest cut. Lost in the clouds of the last passionate night and the gentle morning awakening, you didn't notice how the man finished talking on the phone.

He put his phone in his pocket and touched your cheek with his other hand, getting your attention. You looked up at him. "Princess, I need to pick up some documents, so before we go to work, we will visit one more place."

You nodded and began to look around in search of a black Mercedes, which was nowhere to be seen. Childe noticed your gaze and nervously ruffled his ginger hair.

"Speaking of which..." You looked at the man and he wilted a little under your gaze. "Yesterday I came here on foot, now my car is in the parking lot next to the penthouse where my apartment is located."

You froze in place upon hearing his words. Your eyes filled with a glow and your heart sank painfully in your chest as you remembered how sad the man was last night, how he cried in your arms. And he actually came to your house on foot just to see you? Just to hear your voice and feel your support?

"You came here on foot?" Ajax was taken aback when he noticed the change in your expression, but nodded, and a moment later he found himself in your tight cuddles. You buried your nose in his chest, squeezing the fabric of his fur coat with your hands and trying to take  away with your hugs all the pain he had to go through. Childe took a deep breath, relaxing in your embrace. This was the moment when he realized once and for all that a person had appeared in his life who would always be by his side, ready to share all his joys and hardships.

"Thank you, Y/n." You nodded, sniffling.

Walking holding hands with your loved one was a new experience for you, but it was very pleasant and exciting. The warmth of Ajax's hand warmed your skin, and a happy smile couldn't help but appear on your face. Your fingers were intertwined while the air around you was filled with words that flowed from your lips without knowing the measure. You liked learning something new about your lover.

"Have you seriously never taken the subway?" You were genuinely surprised when the man nodded affirmatively. "The fastest way to get to your apartment from my area is the subway." You explained.

It was funny to see how awkward Tartaglia looked when you talked about everyday things like the subway. He grew up in a world of wealth and luxury, so he didn't need to take the subway, and you understood that very well. The knowledge that you would be the one to help him discover something new gave you enthusiasm, and you pulled him towards the entrance to the subway.

The subway car was very crowded, people were crowding and pushing each other. It was stuffy here, and you tried to catch at least a drop of life-saving oxygen, with some embarrassment resting your nose on the hard chest of the ginger man, who covered you with his body and looked irritably at the people jostling nearby. Ajax looked so funny when he tried to shield you from other people and endured pushes in the back and pain in feet that have been stepped on by other people.

When you both were finally outside again, breathing in the fresh air, you asked slyly.

"Did you like your first trip on the subway?"

"This was the first and last time. We will never take the subway again." The man snorted and grabbed your hand, heading towards the big penthouse.

You giggled and followed your lover. The high buildings of the elite area excited your imagination, and you looked around with admiration. It was very beautiful here, but of all the buildings, the most beautiful was the penthouse in which Childe's apartment was located. The receptionist bowed in greeting to you and Tartaglia, notifying the ginger man that his car was parked in the parking lot. Ajax nodded and led you further inside the building.

His apartment was spacious, you could even say it looked royally luxurious. From the window there was a stunning view of the winter Snezhnaya and the sun rising in the blue sky. The floors were carpeted with expensive fur carpets, and the kitchen had only the most modern equipment. You approached the panoramic window, and the view of the city excited your heart.

"I thought you lived outside the city." You tilted your head, looking questioningly at the man as he walked through the living room.

"This is true." Childe nodded, his gaze dimming as he continued speaking. "I bought this apartment to staying here when I wanted to be alone..." He paused for a moment. "And when my parents were arguing with each other..."

You immediately felt guilty for bringing up the topic, "I'm sorry, Ajax, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, angel." The ginger man smiled kindly at you and patted your head. "I want you to know about every moment in my life, even the sad ones."

You smiled back at him, and the man turned around to head to his office and pick up the documents he needed. Remaining standing by the window, you couldn't see how he bit his lip until it hurt.

But he would never want you to know about the moment that will destroy your happy life.

Having taken the documents, you and Tartaglia left his apartment. The journey to work didn't take too long, because there were mostly no traffic jams and the roadway was clear. When the car stopped at the company premises, you both left the car, but before starting your work, you stopped in front of each other.

"Well... I see you later?" You asked shyly, clasping your hands behind your back. Childe held his breath — you were so fucking cute, dear God.

Carefully standing up on your toes, you touched Ajax's cheek with your lips, leaving a hot kiss on his skin and making the man melt with love. You could watch as Tartaglia reached for your lips for a kiss, but you playfully put your forefinger on his lips, thereby preventing him from kissing you. You couldn't help but tease him right now.

"Have a good day." You smiled at him and turned around, heading towards your office.

"Come on, princess! You can't just leave me here like this!"

When you heard your lover's disappointed voice, you couldn't help but smile, biting your lip. It looks like your life was starting to change in a big way.

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[santoschristos]

I beheld a great wonder in heaven, a woman clothed with the Sun, with the Moon at her feet. And on her head was a diadem of the twelve stars.

Hear me, O Lady Isis, hear and save.

O thou queen of love and mercy, thou crowned with the throne, thou hauled as with the Moon.

Thou whose countenance is mild and glowing, even as grass refreshed by rain.

Hear me, our Lady Isis, hear and save.

O thou who art in matter manifest.

Thou bride and queen as thou art mother and daughter of the Slain One.

O thou who art the Lady of the Earth.

Hear me, O Lady Isis, hear and save.

O thou Lady of the amber skin.

Lady of love and of victory, bright gate of glory through the darkening skies.

O crowned with the Light and life and love.

Hear me, our Lady, hear and save by thy sacred flower, the Lotus of eternal life and beauty; by thy love and mercy; by thy wrath and vengeance; by my desire toward thee, by all the magical names of old hear me, O Lady, hear and save.

Open thy bosom to thy child, stretch forth thy arms and strain me to thy breasts. Let my lips touch thy lips ineffable.

Hear me, O Lady Isis, hear and save.

Lift up thy voice to aid me in this critical hour.

Lift up thy voice most musical.

Cry aloud, O queen and mother, to save me from that I fear most.

I invoke thee to initiate my soul.

The whirling of my dance, may it be a spell and a link with thy great light, so that in the darkest hour, the Light may arise in me and bring me to thine own glory and incorruptibility.

Isis am I, and from my life are fed all showers and suns, all moons that wax and wane, all stars and streams, the living and the dead, the mystery of pleasure and of pain.

I am the Mother. I the speaking sea. I am the Earth in its fertility. Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me, to me.

Isis am I, and to my beauty draw.

All glories of the Universe bow down, the blossom and the mountain and the dawn. Fruits blush and women are creations crowned. I am the priest, the sacrifice, the shrine. I am the love and life of the Divine.

Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, are surely mine, are mine. Isis am I, the love and light of Earth, the wealth of kisses, the delight of tears, the bowel and pleasure never come to birth, the endless infinite desire of years. I am the shrine at which thy long desire devoured thee with intolerable fire. I was sung music, passion, death upon thy lyre, thy lyre. I am the grail and I the glory now. I am the flame and fueler of thy breath. I am the star of God upon thy brow. I am thy queen enraptured and possessed.

High do these sweet rivers welcome to the sea, ocean of love that shall encompass thee.

Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me, to me.

Hear, Lady Isis, and receive my prayer.

Thee, thee I worship and invoke.

Hail to thee, sole mother of my life.

I am Isis, mistress of the whole land. I was instructed by Hermes, and with Hermes I invented the writings of the nations in order that not all should write with the same letters. I gave mankind their laws, and ordained what no one can alter. I am the eldest daughter of Kronos. I am the wife and sister of the king Osiris. I am she who rises in the dog star. I am she who is called the goddess of women. I am she who separated the heaven from the earth. I have pointed out their paths to the star. I have invented seamanship. I have brought together men and women. I have ordained that the elders shall be beloved by the children.

With my brother Osiris I made an end of cannibalism. I have instructed mankind in the mysteries. I have taught reverence of the divine statues. I have established the Temple precincts. I have overthrown the dominion of the tyrants. I have caused men to love women. I have made justice more powerful than silver and gold. I have caused truth to be considered beautiful.

Come unto me and pledge unto me your loyalties as I pledge mine unto you.

Oh mother Isis, great art thou in thy splendor, mighty is thy name and thy love has no bounds.

Thou art Isis, who art all that ever was, and all that there is to be, for no mortal man hath ever unveiled thee. In all thy grace thou has brought forth the sun, the fruit that was born forth for the redemption of man.

Oh Isis, Isis, Isis, graciously hear our cry unto thee, we mourn for thy blessings on us this day, every day, to nourish, to aid and to fill the emptiness within, that only you our beloved mother can satiate. Unto thee do we pledge our solemn oath of dedication, and for the power and glory of him the Unknowable One to witness our devotion to thee. For as we now receive thee into our hearts, we ask that you never leave us, in times of trial and joy, and even unto death."

art: Goddess Isis - Mistress of Magick Jewel of the Nile

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Coalecroux prompt idea as requested sir! Mayhap a double date with Frosty and Gricko?

Never written Gricko and Frost, I did my best??

There was no reason for this. They all fucking lived together for gods sake. ‘It’s a great idea Kremy, it’ll be fun!’ Baron help him.

It’s dinner and a show. Fucking dinner theater because Gricko found a place that did that sort of thing. He’d be surrounded by theater kids for a whole fucking evening. He wouldn’t survive.

“Listen Gid, I know we’re not that high up but I imagine if I throw myself out the window we can get out of this whole thing. Whatta ya say?” His eyes plead but Gideon just laughed.

“It’s dinner with our friends, no need to break into theatrics.”

“It’s a room full of grown up theater kids Gid! I don’t know if I can handle it! They’ll be projecting their voices right in my ear, doin’ all kinds of weird shit with their hands. And I have to sit there and pretend the whole thing isn’t a ridiculous waste of my time! And you know the food is shit, they’re too busy doin’ improv games to focus on a well executed menu.” For dramatic alligator that relied heavily on performance, he hated theater with a passion. If Gideon had to guess, it was an inferiority thing. Kremy lied for a living but theater was all lies. People had their guard down for an actor, not a conmen.

“Gricko and Frost want to go to dinner theater, I think it’ll be fun. We can throw bread rolls at the actors!” Kremy thought for a moment. This was tempting. He hated how ‘on’ those guys were, knocking them down a peg could be therapeutic.

“Fine. But if someone asks me to volunteer for a bit, I’m setting the place on fire.” Gideon wrapped an arm around his partner.

“I believe that’s my job.” Flaming hair burned a little hotter. Kremy snorted.

“Sure, but I want to be there when it happens.”

Dinner theater is not for the weak of heart. Gricko expected shenanigans. You couldn’t get the gang together in one place without shenanigans, but burning down a theater was not on his list.

“Gideon what the fuck!” Frost was incensed. He foolishly expected a quiet night out. A drink, maybe a light mystery depending on the story, and nice company. Sure they all lived relatively together, but it was so rare to get a quiet moment as a group.

The two couples lived in tandem like binary stars orbiting the same space. It worked out well for them most of the time. Gricko and Frost were two complimentary halves; larger than life Gricko and reserved Frost. They had a depth to them that people seldom saw. Gricko could go from his usual jovial self to serious when the time came; Frost could be cold and logical until the opportunity for his own fun arose. Yin and Yang, balanced. Kremy and Gideon were chaos incarnate.

“I told them I didn’t want to participate! I was extremely clear.” Gideon nods.

“It’s true, I heard him.” Gricko prodded at the burning rubble.

“Well he definitely didn’t heed that warning.” The goblin wondered where he could find marshmallows at this time of night. Frost brought a paw to his temple.

“One night. that’s all we asked, was one night where we could all just exist in peace.”

“That experience was NOT peaceful. The way that woman did jazz hands was menacing.” Gideon nodded. They heard a pop of exploding wine bottles.

“Next time you want a double date night, maybe no theater kids?” Frost sighed.

“Fine. Maybe we can go to a concert or something.” Gricko’s face brightened.

“Oh! I heard the Phil’s Harmonic is coming into town, maybe we could do that!”

“You mean a philharmonic? Like an orchestra?”

“No, it’s a guy named Phil on the harmonica. I’ve heard great things about his latest blues number.” Kremy didn’t love the blues, he was more of a jazz man himself, but it sounded infinitely more entertaining than whatever the fuck they just witnessed.

“Fine, we can go to Phil’s Harmonic. But I want a guarantee there will be no thespians, mimes, or clowns involved.” Gideon shivered.

“Gods no more clowns please.” Gricko nodded vigorously.

“Nope! Just a bullywog named Phil that loves the harmonica.” A fiery dinner roll shot through a window. Frost patted at the flames eating his pants.

“I believe we should make our escape. It seems the singing waiters are chucking projectiles.” Kremy adjusted his hat. He held out an arm, Gideon hooked his around it. It was a beautiful night out. Stars shone above the billowing smoke, little lights almost obscured by ash.

“I could go for something sweet.”

[ibvix]

Thank You for sharing this viscerally moving and brilliant creative expression. Not only is the work visually stunning, it is both organic and inseparable whilst lending itself to a plethora of variable interpretations. A Magnificent Piece !!!

One of a host of interpretations:

Hole in the Sky

"I'm looking through a hole in the sky

I'm seeing nowhere through the eyes of a lie

I'm getting closer to the end of the line

I'm living easy where the sun doesn't shine

I'm living in a room without any view

I'm living free because the rent's never due

The synonyms of all the things that I've said

Are just the riddles that are built in my head

Hole in the sky, take me to heaven

Window in time, through it I fly

I've seen the stars disappear in the sun

The shooting's easy if you've got the right gun

And even though I'm sitting waiting for Mars

I don't believe there's any future in cause

Hole in the sky, take me to heaven

Window in time, through it I fly

Yeah

I've watched the dogs of war enjoying their feast

I've seen the western world go down in the east

The food of love became the greed of our time

But now I'm living on the profits of pride"

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Michael Butler / Ozzy Osbourne / Tony Iommi / William Ward

hole in the sky

[lirahisse]

Here the english translation you can find in the thread:

Dear pomme

Today i want to talk to you about the strength that inside of you. Of this passionate flame that burning in your heart and that push yourself to go forward, to challenge the obstacles and to conquer the higher summit

You are a fabulous little girl, endow with an unlimited potential. Never let anyone say otherwise. You are able to realize everything you desire, simply because you have an unshakable determination, this extraordinary resilience and this infinite energy.

Never forget that every challenge that you meet is an opportunity to grow stronger, every lose is a precious lesson and every win is an affirmation of your inner strength

Never be scared to fail cause it’s in the darkest moment that the light shine the brightest

Wake up every morning whit a heart filled with gratitude and eye that shine hope

Believe in yourself, your capacity and your potential. You are unique, exceptional and the world is ready to be blinded by your presence

Don’t forget that in the hardest moments you are never alone

Your family, friends and everyone that love you are there to support you, encourage you et to give you the strength that you need to continue

So, my dear pomme never stop to dream, to hope and to act

The universe is at your feet, and you are destined to accomplish great things. Conquer your dreams with boldness, passion and determination. And always remember: the sky is not the limit, because you are capable of touching the stars.

That your life be an extraordinary adventure, fill with joy, success and love. I believe in you pomme and I know that you are ready to shine like never before

Go forward, my little star et shine the world with your beautiful light

With all my love and admiration

Your dad

[talonabraxas]

The Rite of Venus - The Rites of Eleusis VENUS. Yea, brother: in the end all turn to me, and all return to me. Isis am I, and from my life are fed All showers and suns, all moons that wax and wane; All stars and streams, the living and the dead, The mystery of pleasure and of pain. I am the mother!~ I the speaking sea! I am the earth and its fertility! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me– To me! Hathoor am I, and to my beauty drawn All glories of the Universe bow down, The blossom and the mountain and the dawn, Fruit's blush, and woman, our creation's crown. I am the priest, the sacrifice, the shrine, I am the love and life of the divine! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness are surely mine– Are mine! Venus am I, the love and light of earth, The wealth of kisses, the delight of tears, The barren pleasure never come to birth, The endless infinite desire of years. I am the shrine at which thy long desire Devoured thee with intolerable fire. I was song, music, passion, death, upon thy lyre– Thy lyre! I am the Grail and I the Glory now: I am the flame and fuel of thy breast; I am the star of God upon thy brow; I am thy queen, enraptured and possessed. Hide thee, sweet river; welcome to the sea, Ocean of love that shall encompass thee! Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me– to me! Goddess Venus Talon Abraxas